#it is one thing to expect a starving man to give away food every time he finds it

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I am convinced the only possible way to be happy is to have absolutely no sense of the self or of one's own needs or desires

But the problem that I keep hitting upon is, there is a certain amount of food you need to live. There is a certain amount of oxygen you need to live. No amount of zen indifference to your surroundings is going to keep you alive in the vacuum of space.

Is there some baseline of emotional well-being you need to have even to begin to abandon your sense of self yet continue to live? If depression is an excessive self-regard or self-obsession, is the problem that you have your legitimate needs met but you don't know, or you have your legitimate needs met but selfishly want more, or could your heightened self-awareness actually be caused by a legitimate problem, in the same way that you can be hyper aware of your leg because your leg is actually broken

[nichoswrld]

first time with &team

pairing boyfriend!&team legal line x afab reader

warnings protected sex, virginity loss, foreplay, aftercare, making out, one mention of food (breakfast), oral (f receiving), dry humping, showering together (non-sexual), i got carried away with some of these oops !!

playlist a little death - the neighborhood

note requested here, don’t be shy and go drop an ask !!

kei

kei may give off demon in the bedroom vibes, but he’s really just a sweetheart who wants to give you a good time. he’s such a gentleman, he takes you to a nice candlelit dinner at a restaurant, but you two don’t make it to the bedroom before the foreplay starts. right when you get home you find yourself pressed against the door, kei’s mouth pressed against yours. his teeth and tongue make you dizzy and disoriented so you don’t pay much mind when he lifts you into his strong arms and carries you to the bedroom. he lays you down gently, and kisses down your body with fervor. he gives you multiple orgasms that night, cleaning you up while you lay exhausted on the bed before coming back to hold you until you both fall asleep.

fuma

fuma doesn’t have sex with you until well after the first “i love you.” don’t get him wrong, he wants you every moment he’s with you, but the man has incredible restraint. he needs to make sure you’re absolutely certain you want him to take your virginity. when the night finally comes, he surely makes it special. there’s flower petals leading up to the bed, fresh satin sheets, vanilla-scented candles, the whole shebang. he eats you out as foreplay, and is gentle and sweet the whole way through. he asks you if you’re doing okay a few times and makes sure you know it’s perfectly okay to want to stop at any time. gives the best aftercare as well, carrying you to the bath and washing you both before tucking you into bed for cuddles.

nicholas

oh he jumps right into it. it happens randomly one night while you’re both listening to music, you on his lap while he probably games, and the lyrics turn sexual and you’re both turned on. you share one look and your lips are locked. he spins you around so that you’re straddling him and you grind against each other for a bit. when you move to the bed, he eats you out like a starved man. you literally have to remind him to take it slow because he nearly rips your clothes off. he does nottt care, he just wants you so bad. he remembers to be gentle, though, it’s your first time and he would never want to hurt you (unless it’s pleasurable but we’ll cover that another time). nearly forgets aftercare pt1 because he’s so tired after, but he makes sure to at least get you in the shower and change the sheets so you both can sleep in a clean bed (just to dirty it again the next morning pls).

euijoo

euijoo is the sweetest boy. he overthinks the whole thing- changing the sheets several times to make sure the color is just right, keeping wine on hand in case you need a bit of liquid courage, and even buying color changing led lights to set the mood. he loves you so so so much and just wants the night to be perfect for you both. when you get to the room, he lays you down and you make out for a while before he gives you head that leaves you within an inch of your life (biggest ej munch enthusiast!!). he’s so serious while taking the your clothes off after, you may have to crack a few jokes to release the tension. once he’s inside of you, he’s the softest man alive. he whispers words of praise in your ears like “you feel so good.” “so tight for me.” is serious about aftercare too, makes sure you get a nice warm shower after and you do skincare together afterwards. expect the warmest cuddles after, and to wake up to breakfast in bed.

yuma

yuma finds it so hard to hold back and be gentle once you’re undressed. that’s why he’ll make sure you have some foreplay - something like over-the-clothes dry humping, or kissing down your body so you can get used to his touch. when it’s finally time to have sex, he softens up a bit, remembering you’re very inexperienced yourself, and is gentle with every touch. every thrust, ever caress, and every handhold- all soft, to the point where you literally have to verbalize that you want more. from then on, he’s the opposite of soft. almost forgets about aftercare pt2 because he’s so happy. says “i love you” about a million times. you can’t walk the next day, but it’s okay because it was the night of your life.

jo

jo is so very nervous, you’d probably have to take the lead most of the time. he’s just really large, as we know (in multiple ways…) and doesn���t want to hurt you. you’d be watching a movie or something on the couch, and having discussed beforehand that this was the night, you grow impatient and end up straddling his lap before the movie even ends. you’d make out for a bit, and probably end up making love on the couch for the first time, then again on the bed. jo definitely has good stamina (inspired by the waterbomb pics) and can go multiple rounds. for aftercare, he’d do things differently than the rest and try eating you out to bring you to your third orgasm of the night. probably cums himself too because it’s such a sight, you all fucked out for him on the bed. then, you take a shower and eat some ice cream, drink plenty of water, and finish the movie in bed finally (you both probably knock out before the end but it’s okay).

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[m-musings]

Headcanons: The Arcana Characters Love Languages

A/N: probably gonna do this for all the fandoms i write for so expect a lot of the same stuff in the coming times. anywaysss enjoy! :)

Word Count: 761 Warnings/Other Notes: no warnings!

Asra:

Asra's love language is Gift Giving/ Receiving.

Anytime they're away from the shop, they always manage to find something that reminds them of you,

Whether it's a trinket of some sort or a food you may like, they're buying it as soon as they see it.

No matter what it is, there is always some thoughtfulness behind the gift that warms your heart.

And if you get them something in return? Asra's admiration of you grows tenfold.

if that gift is small enough, you can bet that they're bring it along with them on all of their travels. They love having something to remember you by when not physically with you.

Nadia:

Nadia's love language would be Acts of Service.

After running a country essentially by herself, she finds herself most comfortable when doing things for the people she cares about.

If you were to need anything, she would help you get it in anyway she could.

She has her servants run errands for you, she'll help you clean the magic shop, or she'll even cook your favorite meal for you.

Even if you insist that she doesn't have to go to those lengths, she'll sweetly reassure you that she enjoys doing those thing for you.

And she's eternally grateful when in exchange, you offer to take care of some of her own duties when she needs to take a day or two off.

Julian:

Julian's love language is definitely Words of Affirmation.

This man is so genuine and charming, even his casual comments can have you swooning into his arms.

If he notices you're feeling down or you've done something you're proud of, Julian is always sure to compliment you to raise your spirits.

Even if you're just lounging around on a comfy chair, he's quick to tell you how much he loves you.

You just mean so much to him, it's hard for him to keep his thoughts to himself when he's near you.

And when he's silently dealing with his past doubts about himself, he really appreciates when you come around and remind him how far he's come since then.

Muriel:

Muriel's love language is Quality Time!

He's never been the most talkative person or the most touchy-feely, but he enjoys spending a quiet moment with you.

After a long, stressful day, his favorite thing to do is sit in front of the fireplace with you and Inanna to decompress for a bit.

If he has things to do around the forest, Muriel loves when you're right there beside him, even if he doesn't need help with his tasks.

He does have his moments where he will distance himself from you for a bit, but he always comes back to you, happy that you like being around him even on the bad days.

Even if he doesn't always say it, you know Muriel adores you just by how much time he spends around you.

Portia:

Portia's love language is also Gift Giving!

She loves to bake and craft, so anytime she can manage it, she's making you something filled with all the love she can put into it.

She is so in tune with all of your interests that she is always able to give you something that she knows that you will enjoy!

On the rare occasion that she buys you something, she'll always find a way to add a personal touch.

When you make or purchase a present for her, you're also sure to get a treat for Pepi.

It makes Portia cry tears of joy every single time, she loves the fact that you thought of her best feline friend in addition to herself.

Lucio:

And finally, Lucio's love language is Physical Touch!

He is one touch starved son of a bitch, I'll tell you that much. With his mother being the way she was, he craves the loving embrace of another person.

Any chance he can get, he's scooping you into his arms and dropping the both of you onto his bed for a long awaited snuggle session.

Even if you're busy with something else, he will find any way to stick to you, be it with a single kiss on the cheek or full on pulling you into his awaiting lap.

On days where he's not feeling like his usual self, he seeks you out and when he finds you, he's pulling you to a comfortable surface to plop his head onto your thighs.

If you run your fingers through his hair, you'll find him humming contently after a while, relishing in the warm gentleness of your touch.

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

hi ! i’ve never actually requested before, so i apologize if i’m doing this incorrectly 😭 i saw that you were asking for tbosbas asks and i’m starving for content atm lmao. anyway, i was wondering if you could write some fluff headcanons for sejanus plinth and reaper ash (separate) with a fem! reader (romantic is preferred, and gn is okay as well if you’re more comfortable with it) ! i’m sorry again if i did this wrong, but i love your writing and you seem so sweet so i wanted to give it a try !!

Thank you so much! And yes, you did ask in the correct place!

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader x Reaper Ash (separate, romantic/fluff headcanons)

Mention of the public hangings in Reapers part

Sejanus Plinth:

He understands love and knows how to express it, he just didn't expect it to be so difficult. Like, why is Sejanus so scared to give you a note to go out with him? Why is he so nervous when he needs to talk to you? Why can't he just be smooth and not scared shitless?

Whenever Ma makes sweets, he'll give them to you as a gift. No matter the treat, if you like it, it's yours. Ma likes it since she doesn't have to worry about fridge and cabinet space and she can bake as much as she wants

If you're from one of the districts like he was, Sejanus will want to learn about your district or reminisce about District Two (if you share a district)

If you're from the Capital, he'll tell you about what life was like for the brief time he was in District Two. He’ll even ask Ma about Two just to tell you more

When Strabo eventually finds out, it's a very awkward talk. If you're from the Capital, he'll ask if you're from a wealthy family. Generally, Strabo will be calmer about it. If you're from a district, it's far worse. Strabo thinks it's an act from Sejanus wanting to stay district or keep part of it with him.

Nervous when he started going out with you. Sejanus had the worst anxiety the entire time. What if he tripped and embarrassed himself? What if he choked on food at a diner?

He constantly asks to do basic couple things. Sejanus asks to hold hands even years into the relationship when it's normal to not constantly need to ask anymore. But he does it because he's still nervous, you're still the prettiest girl he's ever seen and he will forever always be shy around you.

Reaper Ash:

FINALLY, someone talks about him omg

You're extremely lucky to be able to date him since he doesn't go out of his way to get a lover

Even then, he is the sweetest man in the world, especially in relationships. Treats you very well and forever will

Since you both live in District Eleven, one of the poorest districts, there isn't much that goes around. But even then, Reaper constantly saves up for a potential wedding. He's never gonna tell you where the money’s going. “It's going to be for a good cause for us.” Reaper constantly says, never evaluating the matter. But he'll make comments about how your future will go

Reaper wanted to win the Games not only to take on the Capital but to go home and marry you. He's said it many years before, every year before reaping day

“I'll come home and I'll marry you. We'll have a nice wedding and then we’ll live together for the rest of our lives.” Reaper smiled at the idea but looked away from embarrassment. “I hope that doesn't sound too cheesy.”

He takes his values very seriously and it affects how he sees you too. If you're sympathetic towards the Capital, you wouldn't be in a relationship in the first place. Simple as that

Reaper has a habit of going to you whenever he gets upset throughout the day. Another public hanging, he's going to you to rant. He rants about everything. He goes on about the cruelty of the Capital and how the districts are still the animals but don't kill Capital children every year

If he got the moment to talk to you before he was on the train, he would have asked for you to never watch his games. It wasn't normal to be that violent and didn't want to have your views of him altered by the violence he would need to attain to win

Every year, just before the reaping ceremony, he kisses you. He gives you a simple goodbye if he's ever reaped but it means a lot. At least there's someone in District Eleven rooting for him to come home.

[ohmotherwhereartthou-if]

RO reaction to MC being like a really good cook and always waking up or coming home to a hot fresh meal?

Also, I wanted to ask, what sort of occupations will MC get to choose from in game?

The occupations that I have written down as of now are: Manual Labor, Thief, Hunter, Tracker/Bounty Hunter, Crafter and one secret profession. These could change later on. 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Cassandra: She would enjoy the food and feel loved but it would irk her big time her own lack of cooking skills, not that it's really her fault, she grew up with cooks to do that for her. She would double her effort to learn to cook things for you too, if MC is male she is studying cooking non-stop to try and fit her felt 'womanly duty' to do that for him. Remember that in Castellio gender roles are still a very huge thing, it would actually be very emasculating for a male MC to be cooking regularly for her and a failure on her part not being able to cook.

Valeria: Gives her thanks with kisses and baking desert. She feels like it's the perfect trade! She even starts to day dream of you two making the bakery more into a restaurant sort of thing with both of you guys in the kitchen; MC cooking and her baking. She knows if MC is male that they might get some odd looks but she doesn't really care, she could cook if she wanted to and she doesn't see MC as any less of a man for taking care of her this way.

Tomás: If MC is female I hate to say it but he sort of expected you to do this for him? He isn't ungrateful by any means though! He thanks you every time but it's just not really a surprise that you cook things for him. It's just like he expects that any manual labour needs to be done around the house, or if there is a bug than needs to be killed, or if someone needs to be punched, it's his job. He enjoys the gendered roles and is happy to fulfill them in your relationship. If MC is male... lmao it only help cements the idea in his head that MC is the 'woman' of the relationship. It's toxic sure, but he was raised this way and has a harder time in a same sex relationship because of his tradition and culture.

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Ludovica: Is so happy every time she wakes up and falls in love with MC more and more every passing day. She can't cook either but would be willing to learn only if MC asked or mentioned it, otherwise she is content with MC cooking for her. She has a cook on staff but would be happy just having his job being for him to fetch ingredients for MC. She would not let him go because of how long he was been under her employ and how he was always kind to her, even when her late ex-husband was alive. Romandi has no strong gendered roles anymore so she doesn't thank any different if MC is male or female.

Aurelio: Loves waking up to the smell of MC's cooking and has heart filled eyes when MC brings him lunch, he always prefers taking MC out to dinner though. Would be okay eating dinner at home with MC some nights but showing MC off and being foodies together is his heart's true desire.

Elio: This man basically ate stale military ration tasting food for years and was content, falls head over heels for MC's cooking and refuses to eat anything else after getting used to it. Will not eat out and will stay home and starve until MC makes food, only begrudgingly eat other things went MC is away but writes about them hurrying up and coming home because he wants to eat their food in his letters to MC.

[moodymisty]

hi !! congrats on your milestone, you deserve it!! :D 💜

I saw the "accidentally saying a pet name" and I was immediately intrigued how that would go with Crosshair and Hunter if you're willing? :0 or just with Cross if it's to 1 character, I'm sorry if I confused smth HDJAHKF

SFW if possible? i just need smth cute atm aa

again congrats and I hope you're doing okay !💜💜

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Awww thank you so much!! I don't know if I deserve it, but I'm so happy that people enjoy my stuff! And no you didn't get anything confused, lets give Hunter and Crossy some love.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Both pre-order 66

✦ Hunter ✦

You don't know why out of every thing you've done- Every hill you've climbed, stairs ascended and rocky path treaded, this one goddamn seam on the gangplank of the Marauder always manages to get you.

It's made you trip up multiple times, once so even ending up face planted in the dirt right in front of everyone else. Up or down it never fails to catch the toe of your boot, the moment you don't consciously remember to lift your feet up higher to avoid it.

"Are you all coming anytime soon?"

Wrecker groans, rolling his eyes when he realizes everyone isn't right behind him. He complains about feeling like he's starving, Crosshair and Tech both telling him to can it as they join him outside. That just leaves you and Hunter for last, having taken the longest to get ready.

The two of you walk out of the ship mostly side by side, and in your excitement to get some food, you fail to once again remember that little lip of metal that always trips you up. It catches the toe of your shoe and sends you flying forward, attempting to stumble and catch yourself.

Hunter jolts forward and grabs you at the waist, skidding forward slightly after catching you. Your hands are partly held outwards and you'd been prepared to catch your own fall, but Hunter's strong grip stops you halfway down.

"Woah, easy there sweetheart," He says the moment you have your feet under your center of gravity again. His hands grip your stomach and waist, the fabric of your top bunching and pulling awkwardly.

However you can feel the moment he realizes what surprisingly intimate word has slipped from his lips, removing his arms from you the second you have your bearings about you. He lets out a small cough.

"I, Uh..."

His eyes glance away from you, but when they look back, you're smiling.

"Thanks for the save, Hunter." He can feel his brothers eyes on him, even as he nods at you and attempts to hide the way his face feels a little hot.

✦ Crosshair ✦

If there is one thing consistent about Crosshair, it's that he always loves to call you names. Things like 'princess', illuding to your demands for specific things. Like wishing they'd pick up after themselves, or for the Marauder to not smell like bottled, concentrated 'man'.

But it's all laced with sarcasm and his overall brand of incorrigible ass, so you've never taken any of it seriously.

Afterall it seems as if he can barely stand your very being in the same vicinity as him, why would you let his words get to you? It's all just him being a jerk or at best, just teasing. Though at least most of the time he seems to barely stand you- other times he's far more talkative than you'd ever expect of him.

The pilot's seat creaks a bit as you lean back into it a bit more, pulling your legs up to tuck them beside you.

Crosshair is confusing; You can't ever seem to get a solid read on him or how he really feels about you.

"How long you been in here?"

Well now, speak of the devil.

You look to your side and see Crosshair standing between the pilot and co-pilot seat, looking out of the viewport at the stars and planets streaking past. He glances down at you for a moment, face still forward.

"I've been here since a bit before Tech left. Finally managed to get him to leave."

You manage to mostly hold back a yawn, but it still forces you to make a small noise in your throat. It's been awhile, and watching the ship in hyperspace is more than a little boring. If anything, the lull of the engines, bumping of metal on metal, and the soft glow of the safely lights on the floor have only served as your new favorite lullaby since you had made the Marauder your home away from home.

"I'll take over." His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head.

"It's fine, Crosshair. I'm not that tired." And you don't want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they'd never think it.

Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched.

"Go sleep, doll. I'll cover for you."

You're used to ignoring his words but, the softness of these ones strike you. When you look up at him in surprise however, he's already patched up the tiny little crack in his exterior he let crumble.

"Cross? What di-" He jerks his head in the direction of the bunks.

"Go." He leaves no room for argument, and so you get up and move to slip past him.

His face noticeably turns away from you, waiting until you're safely out of sight before he mouths insult after insult at himself for letting that slip, and almost embarrassing himself.

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 28 “Ass Kisser, Ass Sniffer” [Episode List] Thanks to Dave and his farting skills, a certain ass-kisser learns the hard way that some asses can be quite dangerous.

POV: Dave

Ass Kisser, Ass Sniffer

It was late night, around 2:30 AM.

I parked the car in the middle of a big parking lot just out of town, lots of trees and bushes hiding the whole place from the busier streets only a few blocks from us. I admit I felt a bit nervous for a moment, but overall I was quite confident everything’s was gonna go according to plan. 

A co-worker from Dana (my girlfriend)’s law firm, a 30-something guy, is being, well, kind of a big asshole and, ironically enough, a big kiss ass too.

Now, I know my girl can fight her own battles, but I kind of had to step in once we found out that this guy was a slicker, selling confidential data to other law firms, basically hijacking every case for money. Also, he’s being a nuisance to Dana and other co-workers, going as far as framing them (including her) for whatever scam (or other bullshit) he was doing.

I’m not a vigilante nor I like the idea of being one, but come on, this guy needs to be taught a lesson. And since he always gets away with everything because he’s an ass-kisser, well… I thought it’d be fun giving him a fitting punishment.

Yes, I’m going there. You know what I’m talking about.

And you know what I’m capable of.

Also, I’m aware this is a very stupid and irresponsible thing to do… so it’s fun, right?

“He should be here any minute now.” I said, hands on the steering wheel.

I was wearing a black face-mask to hide most of my, well, face, the cold dark night hiding the rest of me. 

In the last couple of days I’ve been messaging with this wannabe criminal, pretending to be someone interested in buying confidential data. Not rocket science, and this guy wasn’t a criminal mastermind… like he addressed himself as multiple times.

Seriously.

“Really, Dana? This is the guy?” I remember asking her a couple of days ago, with my girlfriend being as confused as me about how much of a kiss ass you need to be to even look like a competent person in front of your boss and co-workers.

“He’s an idiot!”

But now I’m here, waiting in my freezing car (I really need to fix the damn A/C) for this man to show up so I can properly give him a lesson.

You all know that I’m very good at this and I’m quite confident myself about my skills; still, I wanted to throw in some extra fuel, so I had some chips and a very tasty, spicy taco… which I actually needed ‘cause I was starving.

What’s nice about my talent is that my farts are not as big as they are because I have a weak stomach. On the contrary, they’re as huge as they come because I have a very strong one.

Your belly hurts after eating at BellTaco? Sucks to be you, because I don’t know what that is: it all gets nicely converted to gas, dry powerful gas that I can effortlessly get rid of as if I’m breathing (from my ass… ok, you get the idea). 

Then yes, I will take a good shit after a while, I too am a human, but we’re not here for that.

All you need to know is that whenever I face-fart my bro Tim, as disgusting as that is, I’m actually impressed by how he’s able to endure it. Not all my farts smell horrible, I’d say that I can roar very loudly… without biting too much, or not as much as you might expect, especially considering that I can fart like crazy even without any “fuel”.

But when they do smell, unless you’re as strong as Tim, you’re not gonna survive them. 

I won’t even need to face-fart you directly: my farts have a quite wide, high DPS AOE.

And to be honest, that’s what the food I ate is for: flavor. 

Yes, that’s a sentence I just said.

I can always rip long, loud and big ones, and while they do smell… they’re easy to endure. But throw some beer or some junk food into the mix, then you’re up for a good time.

And again, unless you’re Tim, with “good time” I mean “your nostrils will burn.”

“Here’s our guy.” I whispered, my eyes glued on the figure approaching the car.

I signaled the man with the car’s headlights and he responded with a quick gesture.

He quickly got into the vehicle and looked at me, looking serious… but not serious on purpose: it’s as if he was trying his best to play the part of a shady businessman.

“Are you… Scorpion?” 

I almost laughed like an idiot.

Yes, I actually used a code-name and I knew it was silly, but I wasn’t ready for how ridiculous that was gonna sound during the meet up. Thankfully, the face-mask successfully hid my cheesy grin, so my eyes could (tentatively) do the serious talk. To avoid any further risk, I simply nodded.

“Good.” he said. Then he proudly patted his chest. “I’m Dura Lex”.

I started coughing, a deft way to hide the fact that I was now laughing. What the fuck did I get myself into? Who’s this guy?!

“Are you okay, Scorpion?”

Somehow that didn’t kill me and I managed to get myself together, fully aware that I was looking and sounding as ridiculous as him anyway.

“Sure.” I simply replied.

“That’s a good meeting spot. The darkness shall hide our deeds.”

Please, stop talking like this.

“I got the documents, if you’re still interested.” he pulled out of his jacket a folder and handed it to me.

“You can keep it… Dura Lex.” I had to pause for a few seconds, and not for dramatic effect. “For now.”

“Come on man, my ass is freezing.” he lamented, in a more nasal voice than before.

This guy’s “shady criminal mastermind” facade sure wore off quite quickly.

“You’re freezing, Dura Lex?” I asked. “Do you want me to… heat things up?”

I went for “tough guy”, but I’m pretty sure that sounded “unnecessary flirty” instead.

“Get to the point, Scorpion!”

You only had to ask. 

Eyes glued on him, my right hand on the steering wheel, as if nothing weird was happening, I broke the silence by producing a muffled, rumbly sound with my ass. I was wearing a pair of jeans, but no clothes can stop my gas from reaching your nose.

“Are you…?” 

The man was baffled, confused, surprised. Truth to be told, I can understand that.

I can’t blame him… but I will blow him… err… blow him away with my farts I mea- never mind, you get it.

The fart was warming my seat up and my face mask protected me from my own stench (which I was immune to anyway). I still had my eyes glued on Dura Loser or whatever his codename was, waiting for a reaction, which showed soon.

A disgusted facial expression appeared on his face. “Oh m-my God.” he stuttered, he coughed.

I leaned a bit to ease the fart out, and it got louder.

“What’s happening, Dura Lex? Something bothering you?” I said, pretending nothing weird was happening, almost yelling, so he could hear me over my loud fart.

“You’re a sick person, Scorpion. I’m outta here.” 

My first blast ended after like 6 seconds. It was loud, airy, disgusting… and it was burning my asshole a bit. Spicy food tends to do that, but that also makes the stench more nauseating.

The man was trying to hold his breath already as he tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“Open this damn door!” he asked. Or rather, he begged.

“What?! Leaving so soon?” I replied, the mask hiding my smirk. “I thought a professional ass kisser like you would love this!”

I ripped another loud, quick rip, leaning a bit more, so he could hear it clearly. A taste (or a threat) of what’s to come in a few minutes.

“Would you please stop with those damn toots?!” he screamed. Never seen a person so terrified of my farts.

Also, that was very offensive. Dude, I'm barely getting started! I carefully stretched my right arm towards him, my hand now firmly holding his mostly bald head.

“You thought those were toots, Dura Lex?” I firmly asked. 

Now he was the one nodding.

“My bad!” I slowly pulled his head towards my ass. I leaned a bit more so I could more easily plant this man’s face where he belongs. “Allow me to fix that with the next one.”

The man tried to resist but my grip was strong enough to keep his nose as close as it needed be, right into my ass, which started to roar as soon as I finished talking.

A loud, deafening fart instantly hot-boxed the entire car. 

“Oh my God!” he screamed, retching over the stench that burned his nostrils. “Let me go you asshole!”

I could barely hear him over my fart. “Yes, that’s where this is all coming from! Of course a kiss ass like you would know!” and I pulled him even closer to my denim-clad anus.

Tim usually just stays there and takes it, because of his fart kink, but I was struggling keeping this man where he belongs, as I kept farting right onto his face. 

After 12 seconds, my blast finally ended.

Actually, it stopped ‘cause I wanted to. I wasn’t done.

“So, Dura Lex…” I started talking, pulling his face up, out of my ass, so I could look at him properly. “What were you exactly gonna do with those confidential documents?” 

The man looked more confused than nauseated. “What are you talking about?”

“Wrong answer. Enjoy kissing my ass.”

I pushed him down again and I immediately resumed farting, the blast being even louder than before, as if the fart itself was mad it got interrupted. 8 more seconds of pure flatulence Hell, as I could tell because the stench was now so strong it even got past my mask.

I once again pulled the idiot up, who at this point simply accepted that he was basically my puppet as he stopped fighting back, probably startled by my gas too.

“So, I’m gonna ask again: what’s up with those confidential documents?”

Dura Lex shook his head. “Kiss my ass, Scorpion!” he managed to reply.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to say that.” I replied. "Like, at all."

And again his face was planted into my warm ass, which I made sure it was sagging, his nose rubbing on my denim and my blue underwear, which only made the stench more unbearable for him.

“Well, now you’re in the position to say that.”

I ripped another loud fart, which was greeted with more retching from my newest victim. As much as the small space of the car let me, I tried to stretch me left leg up, easing the fart out, and also because so I could more easily glue this man’s face into my cruel, farting ass.

The spicy junk food I ate earlier turned my anus into a fire-breathing gas weapon. I gotta say, I’m surprised this man hasn’t passed out yet because even the car windows are fogging up. 

I wasn’t instead surprised at all by how big my farts were instead. I told you I’m good at this.

It kept going strong, as if Lex’s face wasn’t even there. I gotta say: he may be a jerk, but he was taking it like a champ… if we don’t count all the annoying whining at least.

“What the fuck!” he tried to get away one more time, but I kept his face down there, where it belonged, so he could breathe all of my gas in.

14 seconds and the fart finally started to lose power. For him it must have felt like hours.

Again we did our little “dance”, with me pulling his head up to question him.

“Just tell me what I wanna hear, Lex.” I said, with an evil smirk he couldn’t see because of my mask.

“I’m not talking.” he replied.

“That’s wise. You shouldn’t speak when your mouth is full.” 

I pushed him down again, firmly planting his nose between my asscheeks, only a thin layer of clothes protecting his nose and mouth from the deep burning Hell that my asshole was becoming. I ripped another fart, as loud as the previous one, but much shorter.

Indeed, a very loud toot, 2 seconds long.

Still holding his head still, I spoke to him.

“Say it!”

“No! I'm not gonna say any-”

Another fart silenced him.

“Say it!” I insisted.

“Never!”

“Congratulations then! You just found one ass you’d never wanna kiss!”

Another loud, long blast followed and rumbled all over this man’s face. I could do this all night: I knew I had gas to spare. He was gonna break soon.

I made his nose rub on my sagging clothes so much so that it lowered my underwear as well, so the jerk's nose was in direct contact with my bare asscrack, right as I kept blasting him, basically wiping my ass on his face, the stench of my gas being mercilessly shoved down his throat.

15 more seconds of loud noises, a loud chainsaw-like sound making the entire car shake. Then, finally, silence again.

“Just say it, you bitch.”

“Fine!” he whined.

I pulled him up, his face sweaty and as smelly as my ass.

“I’m selling confidential documents.” 

“And?” I threatened him by pushing him towards my ass again.

“And I’m making sure my co-workers get blamed for it.”

“Clever bitch.” I replied, satisfied with the answer.

I vehemently pushed him back on the passenger seat, his back hitting the door on his side of the car. 

“Did you get that, bro?” I said, looking behind me, towards the back seats.

My friend Tim, who was lying back there the whole time, hidden under a black sheet, revealed himself. To keep his face unseen, he chose to wear a lobster mask which, to be honest, looked unnecessarily terrifying. 

“Got every word, chief!” he said, holding his smartphone up, which he used to record everything.

I stared back at the man, with a smug, satisfied look.

“Fuck off. Both of you!” he yelled, pointing at us.

“Hey. Manners!” I said, as annoyingly as I could.

“Fuck you!” 

Alright. One final lesson.

“Do you know why they call me Scorpion?”

“What?”

I once again reached for his head.

“Come here!” I shouted, in the deepest voice I could make.

I pulled his face down and the moment his nose touched my ass, I blasted him with another loud rip, or ‘toot’ as he dared to call them.

It was short (for my standards at least, about 5 seconds), but dense and stinky. My asshole was burning.

Once I was done shitting gas, I shoved him back to his place.

“So…?” I asked.

“I’m… I’m just gonna leave.”

I unlocked the car doors so he could get the fuck out of my car.

“You ruined me, you… you gassy, sicko monster!” he yelled. “I’m gonna lose my job and my damn money you bastard!”.

“Aw…” I said, mockingly slapping his cheek. “You’re a criminal mastermind, Dura Lex, you’ll figure it out.”

Both me and Tim laughed at him and he left, taking the documents with him.

After a few minutes, once we made sure Lex left for good, my bro Tim got on the passenger seat next to him.

“That was incredibly stupid and irresponsible.” he commented.

“Awesome, right?” I replied, even though he was right.

“Totally.” he admitted.

We removed our ridiculous masks and I drove the two of us back home. I rolled the windows down ‘cause even though my bro had a fart kink… even him couldn’t handle the stench I produced.

“Come here? Really?” Tim asked, all of the sudden.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t get the reference.” I said.

“I did, that’s why I’m cringing hard.” he joked.

“Oh I know you’re hard.” I teased him.

He just remained silent, which I found hilarious as usual.

“Don’t worry bro: you’re still my favourite fart victim.” I teased him again, like the annoying bastard I am.

Tim laughed a bit, shaking his head, as if he was still in disbelief about me being so chill about his kink.

“I guess you just love destroying my nostrils then.” 

I winked at him in response, a smug smirk drawn on my face.  I leaned towards him and whispered:

“Clever bitch.” 

The End

[an-au-blog]

Finishing drafts from when East Blue Asylum thoughts had been plaguing my brain...

Being in the white room is the worst thing in Sanji's eyes. It makes him think of when Judge would lock him in the one basement that he wouldn't let the servants go in. When he was stuck there, at the mercy of Reiju, who could only sneak in the dead of night to give him the half-eaten bread she would sneak out to feed him after everyone was asleep.

So now, Sanji's biggest fear was that he would be put in the white room, alone and starving. He did anything to avoid getting in it. The same couldn't be said about Zoro. The very first time Zoro had gotten a "detention" in the room, Sanji had a horrible panic attack. They hadn't even been acquainted yet, Sanji just knew him as the quiet and scary man that Luffy spent time with. But when he saw him getting detained he couldn't help spiraling.

His breathing quickened, he started chanting "no" in a frenzy, before he knew it, he was gripping at him, trying to pull him away from the orderly. Before he realized it, he was a shaking, weeping mess on the floor.

He had a bone-chilling fear of disobeying orders, because what if this were to happen to him? He would most certainly die in there, forgotten and missed by no one. But then again, he couldn't let his friend's friend have the same fate. He hid what he could before the day ended, which wasn't much, a couple of grapes and some crackers that could fit through the food slot.

So he snuck out, hoping Zoro wouldn't give him away in any way. He called for him, waiting to see something move through the food slot after opening it. He almost screamed when he saw a pair of eyes jump in front, but thankfully, he didn't manage to make too much noise. "I brought you food..." Sanji whispered. He didn't know what else to say, what else was there to say? He wasn't even sure the man understood him or could respond, he's never really heard him speak and Luffy would talk to him in Spanish as well as English, so maybe he couldn't...

But then Zoro lifted his face to reveal his mouth. Sanji realized that he was expected to feed him, but he'd rather risk that than to let a man go hungry. He still feared that the other could bite down on his fingers, but he decided he was willing to take the risk. One grape, then two, tree, four... he never even grazed the spin of his fingers. But then there was the problem. The crackers had gotten all crumpled up, so when Sanji scooped some with his fingers, he felt his fingers entering the mouth, getting his digits licked clean... It felt too intimate for comfort. Still, he fed him every last crumb. The blond had already felt like he was feeing a wild animal, but then Zoro nuzzled his head against the hand that fed him and Sanji felt a lump in his throat, just like an attack, his heart quickened, but this time he couldn't feel the fear.

"Thank you for not biting me..." Sanji finally pulled back his hand.

"Thank you for feeding me." A gravely and unused voice spoke. It shook Sanji to his core and whole being vibrated on the inside.

He went back to his room.

Zoro was let out a day after.

[mr-nauseam]

I think a lot about the toxic masculinity of Coriolanus

His father was a general. A military man and oh boi if you have met one or in your family there are military men you know the way they express their masculine is crazy. Too intense and toxic. That's the legacy that weighs on Coryo's shoulders, who is also the only man in a household made up of fragile women that he should theoretically care for.

There is something about these expectations of being powerful and great financial providers on men. Coriolanus is neither because he is an orphaned teenager who has no power and is poor. He's starving so he's thin and delicate. He is also short. He's not the man he should be.

And there's Sejanus. Tall and strong. He feeds well. His own father is a titan of the arms industry. Strabo Plinth is ambitious, powerful and ruthless. He had to be to accomplish the feat he did. He is a man even though he comes from the districts but his son is not

He could be but he is not. Big crybaby that give food and beg to the feets of another man. Unworthy of his theorical power and money. Coriolanus hates him. Because he is sensitive and fragile. Too emotional. Too passionate. Too feminine

Compassion. Empathy. None have gender but socially they have always been visualized as traits more common in women. Sejanus is full of both. He is a non-man. And Coriolanus finds himself from time to time thought, feeling like him. He freaks out every time it happen and corrects himself on the spot because to act - to think - to feel like Sejanus is to lose even more of his manhood

Coriolanus was already emasculated by circumstances. He cannot afford to lose his way even more and at the same time. Sejanus is sometimes a man. He has courage and bravery, traits that Coriolanus does not have. It remains annoying, because Sejanus proves again that he could be, a real man if he wanted to, he just chooses not to be

Sejanus doesn't want to be his father, his closest relationship is with his mother and sometimes his mannerisms are similar to hers. He is choosing her as a model

Coriolanus also loved his mother more. He remembers her fondly. He wished have her eyes but change of opinion because in the end she was weak and die. She couldn't endure the cruel world were they live. His father on the other hand, he remembers him with terror because real men are terrifying but they are also infallible. They are not weak or vulnerable. They are powerful and tall. They do not live in misery. They die on glory

Maybe if Coriolanus were a man like his father things would fixed out wouldn't they? But he is weak. He falls in love and becomes foolish and vulnerable. He has disgraced the Snow name. He has dishonored his father

He is not a real man. And Sejanus applauds his choices. The no man does and Coriolanus then realizes he is ruined. He fixes it. And he decides that he will not love. He will never be vulnerable again. He takes away the power and money that Sejanus was unworthy of

Coriolanus is the one who deserves it because he is a real man. Just like his father

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

RDA, more like Really Dreadful Accommodations.

haha got 'em

Summary: Reader hates working for the RDA, Lyle decided you deserve to be pampered.

Sequel

The shower was cold...again. It seemed like no matter when or where you showered it would always be cold. You'd tried every available shower you had access too. The gyms, the dorms, hell you'd snuck into the barracks. No shower seemed to get above 15 degrees or a pressure over a dribble.

Not to mention they were all communal. Stripping bare in front of your colleagues for three minutes of icy torture was hardly worth not stinking. The soap available was scentless and seemed almost oily, never quite getting you clean.

No RDA was not known for their pluming or their food for that matter. Meals were taken in the large dimly lit mess halls. Lukewarm sludge was served under headings promising a flavour that just wasn't there. It was maybe a blessing that you couldn't quite make out the colour.

So after a long day when you just wanted to curl up and forget the terrible decision you'd made coming here, you retired to your room. A spartan accommodation shared with three other members of your team.

Earth had been terrible too. The breathing masks you had to wear to even step foot in the city, the cramped flats and stinking transportation. At least you'd been able to be alone for five hours a night. It cost everything you had but for those blessed hours you could shut out the world and just rest.

Norman snored, Max had some kind of nightmares and the lady doctor who never introduced herself was just inconsiderate. She'd be up into the night typing on some vintage clacking keyboard, its ever changing lights chasing the darkness away. You told her every night to just please do it some place else but she soundly ignored you.

It honestly shocked you that in that dreadful state you'd caught the eye of a Lieutenant. Somehow he'd seen your sleep deprived, greasy haired self slumped at a table picking at your 'shepherds pie' and thought "yup there's the one!"

You admitted to him you thought it had been a joke. That his buddies eyeing him from across the room had goaded him into joining you. It took almost your whole 30 minute break to convince you he was serious. You'd immediately went beet red stammering something about running late before scuttling out the room.

The man you'd later learn was named Fike's uproarious laughter following you out. Lyle was unfazed, easily finding you again at dinner, smiling as he plopped down to join you again. You held your nerve, managing a polite smile in return. This all the encouragement he needed, grinning wider and bouncing into conversation.

He continued his routine for a couple more days before he sought you out at work. Every free moment he had now spent chasing after you, desperate to coax out a laugh, another smile, anything he could get. He was drunk on your attention, starving for any ounce of returned affection.

It was his turn to blush when you'd slipped down beside him, giving him a gentle smile with your greeting. He was frozen, his fellow soldiers cooing at his reddening face. This was the first time you'd come to him and you'd braved his rowdy friends to do so? He was smitten, cupid himself must have shot the arrow.

It was then the gifts started. Just a little thing at first, a bunch of flowers from outside, deemed safe by the scientists. You'd sat them by your bed till they'd wilted. Then there was a little bracelet, a plain metal thing with intricate carvings. He beamed when you rolled up your sleeves revealing the thing.

As you'd opened up, you'd joked about a lot of the downsides on your side of the work force. You really hadn't expected anything, just enjoyed venting a little. So you were startled when you entered your dorm to find a hamper on your bed.

It was a real genuine wicker thing, lined with a smooth fabric and even topped with a real ribbon bow. There was a little card stuck on top, crude handwriting addressed to you.

"Waters fine in 309, Lyle xxx"

You grinned, taking in the contents of your gift. Little bottles and bars of sweet smelling soaps, some kind of key-card, chocolates and dried fruits. It was too much but your protests died when you slipped a sweet past your lips.

You hid the rest, knowing even Max might steal some. It's not like you had any real way of locking this up, just shoving them under your paper work or to the back of a cupboard. Just hoping it'd go unnoticed.

The key-card now the most interesting part you toyed with it. If you had to guess it must be for showers on the upper floors. The dream of a warm soak propelled you to investigate, soaps hidden in your pockets.

309 didn't seem like a communal shower. Its door one of many down a regular corridor. You passed no one on your way, not that you'd have asked, it seemed like this might be a secret. You passed the card over the lock, hearing the click and opened the door.

It was a dorm. Well maybe more accurately a room. One queen sized bed, a desk, hell even a window! You were confused, why had he given you a key to someone's room? A sudden burst of chatter close by startled you. You quickly crossed the threshold, closing the door behind you before you were seen snooping.

Once inside you noticed more. Military clothing hanging up, several pairs of large boots by the door and as you got closer to the desk you saw a picture. It took a second to really tell but sure enough there was Lyle, about 10 years younger and with a full head of hair! Fike and Zdog clung to him on either side and all three were coated in mud. It must have been from their early training days together, it made you smile, they were so cute!

You continued your circle around the room, finding another door leading into an en suite bathroom. Your jaw hit the floor. It was the most beautiful sight you'd beheld. A rainfall shower beckoned to you as you remembered Lyle's note. He was giving you access to his shower!

You felt giddy as you stripped off, lining the soaps on a shelf in the cubical. You folded your own clothes, resting them on the counter. It felt off to put them back on, you wished you'd brought a change. Nipping back into his room you pulled a t-shirt off his desk chair, he wouldn't mind right?

With that you held your breath, anticipation making your heart thunder in your chest. The water fell, streams of it hitting the tiles before running to the drain. You felt a manic laugh slip out as the steam rise and jumped in.

It was perfect, the warm water soothing every ache and knot your muscles had held these last years. You luxuriated, taking your time to lather the new soaps across your form. You stayed under the spray as long as you could, until the humid air made you dizzy. Even the towels were better here, soft and heated from the radiator they'd rested on.

You eyed the ribbon pocking out your trousers pocket. You'd slipped it in after you'd opened the gift, intending to keep it somehow. The thought drifted into your mind, the silly fairy picture book you'd read as a child. Their beautiful golden bodies adorned with lace and ribbon. Your hair was too wet to decorate so you slipped it round your neck, tying a bow. You hummed, it was a little too big to wear like this but it was pretty cute.

You heard the door click, listening intently as you heard someone enter the room beyond. You slipped Lyle's shirt over your head, thankful that his height and broad chest meant it fell to your mid thigh.

You waited a few more beats, sure that it was only him that had entered before you popped your head out to see. He turned sharply but relaxed when his eyes met yours.

"Y/n! you got my..." His words left him as you stepped out. Eyes trailing down to his shirt. The way it hung off your frame entranced him, loose material dipping to expose your chest, hem just high enough to leave so little to his imagination. It was a far cry from the engulfing lab gear you normally wore.

You suddenly felt scared, worried that you'd crossed a line somewhere. Was it rude to have just come in when he was out? Was it the shirt? Should you have asked? Your mind raced as he remained silent, stalking over to your frozen body.

You felt his finger graze under your chin, gently lifting it to meet his hooded gaze. He was smiling gently, which settled you greatly, your tense muscles relaxing again. His hand drifted to your ribbon, tugging the tie just a little without quite undoing it.

"Are you my gift?" His voice low, eyes drifting down to your trembling lips. You could only nod before reaching up to close the distance. He was only shocked a moment by your boldness before returning your kiss eagerly. His hand drifting to your hips gripping them and pulling you flush against him.

Your own hands ran up his chest linking behind his neck to tug him down, deepening your advance. His tongue darted out meeting yours as his hand moved to your hair tugging your head back.

You squealed in surprise against him before he broke away. Your head followed him a second before his hand touched your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, confused as to why he'd stopped.

"You sure, we don't have to keep going. We can slow down." His thumb stroking your cheek as he spoke, his own face red and chest heaving. You tilted into his touch, turning your face in to kiss his palm.

"I mean if you want to?" You asked nuzzling against him. He smiled taking your hands and walking you over to his bed.

"I'd like to give you a massage for now." He shifted, encouraging you to lay down. You rested with your stomach and chest against the mattress, head resting on your crossed arms. You appreciated him slowing the pace, feeling your heart settle its rhythm as you relaxed.

You felt him climb up behind you, balancing over you with a knee on either side of your hip. Then his hands were back on you, your skin buzzing under the contact as he pulled his shirt up to expose your back. You could smell something, a fragrant lotion he must have applied before his hands began to knead into your flesh.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, feeling Lyle's hands still before he regained his composure. He ran them up your sides and to the base of your neck. There he pressed his thumbs in loosening years worth of tension.

He continued to work on you as you felt your eyelids grow heavy. Hands tracing up and down your back, dipping low to your hips before running up again. Lyle sunk down a little, resting against your legs, the process relaxing him in turn. Maybe another time he'd get you to do the same but tonight he wanted you to feel special.

He was pretty sure you'd fallen asleep now, the calming scents and sensations having lulled you. Lyle tucked his t-shirt back down trying not to look too long at your bare ass. There'd be plenty of time for that when you were awake and aware.

Maybe tomorrow morning before he took you with him to the other dinning rooms. He couldn't wait to see your face when he served you real eggs, fresh fruit juice, good coffee, what ever you wanted. Tonight he was content to tuck the covers over you both and join you in resting. Feeling his heart flutter as you curled against him.

[risustravelogue]

Touchy

Summary:

Alhaitham doesn’t like physical touch. But he makes an exception for you and you alone.

Featuring:

Boyfriend!Alhaitham

Tone:

Fluff -> smut with a very light sprinkle of angst.

Note:

This was first intended to be pure fluff, but the shift to smut was inevitable. I mean, a story about a healthy couple’s tension regarding physical touch? What did you expect? So here it is, my very first (successfully finished) smut. Thanks to @nire-the-mithridatist for the pointers! 💚 You’re invaluable. Original post here.

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Alhaitham is not, by any means, a touchy man.

He’s a tough nut to crack. He never flinches in an argument, and he barely smiles. You can throw your best jokes at him and he would just grunt in approval if he finds them funny. He would probably give a very slight amused smirk in response, but never a smile. It was so bad to the point where you gave up bothering him with your jokes for a while, choosing to tell them to your TCG buddy Cyno instead.

On the more literal side, he’s also averse to physical touch. Early in your relationship, he would pull away from your touches by reflex. You found your feelings to be hurt when he jerked away from your first attempt to physically flirt by touching his arms. He apologized and told you that he wears arm sleeves because he doesn't like the sensation of his arms brushing against things, or worse, other people’s arms.

Over time, though, he learned to accept your touches, from the gentle brushes of your fingers on his palms to rough elbow bumps. You were understandably surprised when he initiated a kiss five months into your relationship. Aside from your first kiss at the time of your confession, you always have to ask him to kiss you, and even then, it took him another month to say, “From now on, you don’t need to ask for permission every time you want to kiss me.”

So it’s a wonder that you got into this situation at all: your usually stoic, averse-to-touch boyfriend is pinning you onto his bed with his lips firmly planted on yours, his hand guiding your smaller one to settle behind his ear.

—

Kaveh was the one who answered the door when you stopped by after work last Monday.

“I don’t know what he’s been working on, but I barely see him out of the study today,” he said when you enquired about Alhaitham’s whereabouts.

“Does he eat his meals?” you asked. Kaveh scoffed.

“I don’t care—but,” he held up his hands when you shot him a threatening glare, “his bowl is wet beside the kitchen sink.”

You sighed in relief.

“Good. I’ll bring food tomorrow.”

And so, these past few days, you stopped by to bring them food every morning before you go to work and the evening after work. On Friday night, as Kaveh thanked you after dinner, he told you he’d be visiting a project site the next morning. You thanked him for the information and went to visit the study where your boyfriend is working. You slipped a note under the door before you left the house.

I brought dinner. Hope your work is going well. Want to see you soon. Love you ❤️

—

Saturday comes. A smile blooms on your lips as you walk down the streets of Sumeru City. Alhaitham’s favorite meal, the one you cooked this morning, is packed safely in a paper bag. You stroll up to his door and knock.

It takes several more knocks before Alhaitham answers the door, wearing only a pair of short pajama pants.

“G’morning,” he greets you drowsily. You notice that his platinum hair is still a mess.

“Hey,” you greet him back. Grinning, you hold up the paper bag for him to see. “Guess what I brought!”

His lips form a tender smile—the smile you’ve only seen twice before: when you first fell for him in your Akademiya days and when he reciprocated your confession of love.

“I’m starving already,” he says, opening the door wider so you can come in. You walk to the dining space and put the paper bag on the table. A surprised yelp escapes your throat when you feel your boyfriend’s arms gently wrapping around your waist. He nuzzles your neck from behind, his warm breath caressing that sensitive area behind your ear.

“I miss you,” he mumbles. “I miss you so much, I even crave—”

He lifts your right hand and kisses your knuckles. You feel the heat creeping up your cheeks.

“This.”

Your brain short-circuits from the affection he’s pouring onto you. You struggle to find words. You end up saying—

“My punches?”

He chuckles. You shiver as his breath blows softly on your ear.

“No, silly.” He unfolds your fingers and kisses them. “I mean your touch.”

“I—” You gulp. “I thought you don’t like being touched.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” he hums. You feel his lips on your shoulder. “After all, you’re always so gentle and thoughtful with your hands.”

He turns you around in his arms and bends down to kiss your lips. Something is different with the way he’s kissing you today—is it the exhaustion from overworking? You feel the answer tugging at your brain, but before you can finish your train of thought, he pulls away from the kiss and lifts your chin with his right hand.

“I want you.” His thumb traces your lower lip. “Can I?”

You’re unsure of what he means. He already has you, after all. But his turquoise-red eyes are burning with a passion you’ve never seen before in anyone. He dips into another kiss, and as he presses his body against yours, you feel something against your lower stomach.

Oh.

You push him away in reflex.

“I—” you stutter.

He gives you a wry smile. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You shake your head, putting your hands on his arms to reassure him. He feels warmer to the touch than usual.

“No, it’s just—” You turn your gaze aside, then back to meet his. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He smiles again, and you can almost hear your defenses crumble.

“Then let’s try together,” he says.

You nod.

He leads you into his bedroom, gently holding your hand all the way. You follow his lead, your mind unsure of what to expect. He locks the door behind you—“just in case Kaveh decides to come back”—then the tone of his voice changes.

“Strip,” he orders.

You do as he asks under his admiring gaze. He catches your hands when you try to remove your underwear. “That’s my part,” he growls, then pulls you into a passionate kiss. He puts your arms around his neck. You pull him further down into the kiss. He lowers himself to put his hands behind your knees, positions your legs around his waist, then lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He stumbles onto the bedside and inadvertently lets go of you, leaving you falling on your back into his bed. He kneels on the bed, pushing one of his knees between your legs, causing you to let out a surprised moan.

In his eyes, you look so perfect right now.

He bows down. With his elbows supporting his weight, he pulls your left wrist up, guiding your hand to settle behind his right ear.

“Here,” he whispers. He moans when you massage his scalp at just the right spot. He lowers himself to nibble on your lower lip for a bit, then mumbles “Open,” into your lips. You oblige, and his tongue slides inside your mouth to intertwine with yours. Not surprisingly, he tastes like toothpaste. Your moans grow louder as the movements cause your clit to rub against his thigh.

He stops kissing you to pull down his pants, revealing his erect cock. As he sits beside you on the edge of the bed, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off his crotch. You’ve seen illustrations of men’s privates in some pornographic light novels you stumbled upon some time ago, but seeing a real one makes your cheeks go hotter than they already are.

“I want you to touch me,” he says, taking your right hand to caress his cock with your knuckles. As you position yourself to face him, a naughty idea pops into your head.

“I can do better,” you smirk before going down to kiss his hardness.

He moans in approval. You proceed to take his cock into your mouth, placing your hands on his inner thighs. You can feel the tension in his muscles as he tries very hard to not thrust his hips upwards. You can taste his salty precum when you lick the tip of his cock, eliciting a higher-pitched moan from him.

“Wh—where did you learn how to do that?” he asks. You look up to meet his gaze.

“Light novels,” you answer. Before he can comment, you circle your tongue around his tip and suck.

He cries in pleasure as he reaches his climax, spurting salty, slightly bitter cum into your mouth. You find yourself liking the taste of your beloved's essence. You want more, but you need attention, too—especially down there. You withdraw and stand facing him, then you gesture to your underwear.

“Please take this off,” you plead. The feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers sliding down your thighs sends shivers all over your body. You kick your underwear aside and lean forward to kiss him. Even though your mind is hazy from arousal, you manage to position yourself to straddle your boyfriend's crotch, just right so that the tip of his cock is right against your entrance. You place your fingers on the side of his neck. He shivers in delight as your fingertips slowly move to settle on his well-defined chest.

“Is this okay?” you ask. He answers by putting his hands on your hips and pulling you down. Your wet, slick walls engulf half of his length in that one move. He thrusts his hips upwards to bury himself completely inside you. Then he pulls out—not completely, but just enough to make you feel empty—then thrusts to fill you again.

And again.

And again.

You grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself between his rhythmic movements. You try to match his pace, moving your hips to meet his. You settle on a comfortable pace—it's not perfect, but it still works wonderfully. Your moans and his blend into a symphony of want and love. You reach your climax when he reaches his once again, the warm feeling of his seed filling your womb pushing you over the edge.

You sigh in contentment as you lay your head upon your boyfriend’s wide shoulder, panting from the intense exercise. He pulls his cock out and lies back on the bed. With an adoring smile on his lips, he gestures for you to lie on his chest. You place your head above his heart to listen to his heartbeat. You can hear him hum and breathe, feel his fingers play with your hair, smell his true scent. You absentmindedly caress his arm, your thoughts in a world of your own. How he ended up being yours may be an eternal secret of the stars, but right now, all his being screams to the heavens that you’re his, and he’s yours.

You feel tears roll down your face. You’ve never felt so wanted, so needed, so loved before in your life.

He stops humming when he notices that you’re crying. He sits up carefully and wipes the tears off your face with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asks. You smile and caress his cheek.

"You’d never hurt me,” you answer. “I’m just… thankful. I’m thankful that I met you. That you trust me enough to touch you like this.”

He smiles.

“You know,” he says, “I don’t like to be touched because my skin is very sensitive. But this—you—”

He takes your hand and places your palm lightly on his chest.

“I enjoy being touched by you,” he declares, that tender smile you love so much on his lips. “I love you so much.”

You lean forward to kiss him. You find yourself smiling like a love-stricken idiot.

Well, at least the love-stricken part is true.

“I love you, too.”

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Leo didn’t expect things to be any different when and if they got together. He expected Jason im-gonna-put-it in-my-mouth touch-starved-but-touch-love-language Grace to be a clingy mother fucker. He had expected a few hickies and more than a normal amount of PDA. But his man has been going at it like he is trying to break a record, or break Leo’s brain, whichever came first

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sequel to Asteroids

Leo didn’t expect things to be any different when and if they got together. He expected Jason im-gonna-put-it in-my-mouth touch-starved-but-touch-love-language Grace to be a clingy mother fucker. He had expected a few hickies and more than a normal amount of PDA. But his man has been going at it like he is trying to break a record, or break Leo’s brain, whichever came first

“You got another one” Georgie points out with her cereal spoon “Or are your hickies growing? I'm pretty sure there supposed to fade not get bigger”

“Georgina I'm gonna freeze all of your underwear before you go back to school don't test me” Leo threatens his little sister, because as much as he loves to see her but she is still his little sister which means she must be a little shit

“I'm just saying” she pressed on unphased “You need to get Jason one of those autism chew necklaces before he takes a chunk out of you” 

Leo has a retort on the tip of his tongue, but it's actually a good idea. It would keep Jason from stealing the drywall anchors to nash into bits. Leo bets he could find him a cute little wolf one, or make one they have food-grade silicon somewhere. He would need to make a mold first though, meaning if he wanted to surprise him he would have to sculpt the proof in secret 

“Oh my gods you are thinking about it” Georgie gapes “You are thinking about getting him a little chew necklace, you are so gross”

“I will end you Georgie” he threatens, pulling his hands out of the soapy dish water and rounding on her with his wet fingers “You are dead”

His sister just shrieks and flees, abandoning her dirty cereal bowl and screaming about how gross he is as she books it out of the main room. Leo lets her go, grabbing her bowl to add to the dirty dish pile. 

He gets lost in thought with the repetitive task. It's been a few months since he and Jason mashed faces and got together, and it's been better than he ever let himself dream.

For so long Leo had tried to put his feelings for Jason in a little box and keep them there. He had loved him back to life, but that didn't mean Jason had to love him in return. Jason had had enough of people playing with his emotions, and Leo didn't want to tempt the fates into starting the cycle again.

But things had changed, the bubble between them had popped, and now every day was just Jason . And nothing bad had happened, now Leo got to wake up surrounded by a clingy blond and things were allowed to be good. They were pretty fucked up still, but at least they were fucking while being fucked up now

Leo pauses his contemplating as he's brought into an embrace from behind, he doesn’t need to look to know it's Jason. The strong arms would give it away on his own, but the way he sticks his nose in Leo’s hair and sniffs all around really gives him up. Leo gets that the smelling thing is left over from being raised by wolves, and it became more pronounced after they both died a bunch of times and Jason got all his memory back. They had talked about it at length when they started sharing a room, too freaked out by even having a door between each other at any given time. If Jason is comfortable enough with you to lower his neurotypical/roman mask you will be smelled, sometimes even head-butted. Leo thinks it's cute, but since they got together Jason has let even more of his feral side show, so now his life includes about three times more being smelled than it did before.

It's kinda nice though, in a cozy protective slightly jealous sort of way. Jason doesn’t get this intense with anyone else, it makes Leo feel solid . He drys off his hands so he can run his fingers through Jason's hair, getting a happy hum in return and the bridge of his man’s nose being shoved hard into his shoulder. Jason pulls him closer, almost dragging Leo across the floor with their size difference, and isn’t that hot. Leo never thought being manhandled would be a turn-on, self-conscious about never getting over 5’5”, but here they are

“‘Morning” Leo greets, he knows Jason had a late night with time zones calling New Rome for some emergency pope thing. Everyone in the Way Station was kind to let him sleep

Jason hums content and nuzzles deeper into Leo's shoulder and back. 

Leo scratches his man's hair for another moment before going back to the dishes, he's almost done. Jason stays a stick-tight the whole time, something that's becoming the norm fast. Leo doesn’t mind, it’s nice to feel this wanted. It’s when all of the dishes are stacked on the drying rack and he would like to move out of the kitchen where they meet an impasse 

“Jase” Leo starts

“Hmm?”

“I finished the dishes babe”

“Mm,”

“You need to let go so I can move”

“Mm-Mmm” he gets in a sleepy negative, paired with Jason shaking his head no into his shoulder 

“Jase,” Leo sighs at his dramatics, he's been hanging out with Will too much. It's nice to have their friends, but whining as a concept has increased tenfold since they got closer “Jason baby you gotta let go”

That gets him a little groaning grumble and pulled in tighter, his feet do slide a tad across the floor this time.

“Jason” Leo starts to laugh “You're being a baby, common”

That just gets him bit, teeth clamping into his shoulder where Jason’s nose was before. Leo yelps and starts to struggle, trying to contain his laughter less he encourages his man, but it's futile. He gets a few smaller nips on his neck in retaliation for his struggling, and then Jason is back to smashing his face into his shoulder. Leo goes dead weight in his arms, it doesn’t change a thing about his predicament 

Leo ragdolls for a moment, trying to figure out how to get out of his man’s hold when he's twice as big and three times as strong. Jason isn’t even deterred, completely content to sleepily hold Leo like they're not burning daylight in the most public space in the whole Way Station. Leo heaves a sigh and goes back to scratching through Jason’s hair, it's nice grown out from the military cut from their teenhood. It's not long persey, but the fluff of it is soft and cute.

“How ‘bout this,” Leo finally bargains “I'll stay with you for breakfast and chores if you let me go”

He gets a snort in reply, and then a groan, but Jason does let him go. It allows Leo to twist around and face the blond, holding him gently with both hands on his jaw to give him a good morning kiss before going to reheat the breakfast he saved him in the microwave. Once seated Jason follows his movements with hawk eyes as he putters around, sliding first the breakfast sandwich and then coffee in front of his man at the counter island. 

Leo sits next to him as Jason eats. It's quiet right now, most everyone is off on chores or out for the day, leaving them alone in the expanse of the main room. Leo sits next to him on the stools of the counter island, back against the laminate and resting his head on Jason's shoulder. He doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence, not anymore when it's just the two of them, he can just bask in the presence of his man and fidget with his current pocket project and be absolutely content 

They spend the day together, which isn't unusual. They might have been codependent on a good day before they were official, but no one they know is in a truly sane relationship. With everything they all went through in their teens, Leo thinks they are allowed to be a bit unhinged. So what if they are attached at the hip when there together, it's not hurting anyone 

Jason is extra quiet today though, and extra in his own head. It worries Leo a bit, but it could equally be fatigue from his late night or stress from his work. Jason still gets dreams from gods about what they want from them with temples and offerings and how it all needs to be just so, the process sounds exhausting 

He figures it out after dinner. They're getting ready for bed, Leo is already in soft sleep pants and changing his shirt when he feels Jason’s eyes on him. He pauses digging in his dresser to peek over, Jason's lightning focus trained on him

“You good?” he checks. Jason hums and meets Leo in the middle, pressing a kiss to the entry point of his lightning scar

Leo is pretty sure the lightning strike scar is the one that bothers Jason the most. He's not sure if it’s because of the lightning, or that Zeus himself struck him down for cussing him out to his face, but Jason has to plant at least one kiss on it almost every time he sees it. He used to have such a pained face when Leo took off his shirt, but having permission to touch now seems to soothe him. 

It's Leo's biggest scar, starting with an entry wound on his left shoulder and then spider-webbing Lichtenberg Figures down Leo's back, chest, and left arm. He's woken up many times to Jason's gentle fingers tracing the pattern. It wasn’t even his most painful death, he was just yelling at the King of the Gods about how he's an awful dad, and then poof he's in the underworld again. Drowning had been way worse

And holding Jason as he bled out when he took that blow for him the very last time had been worse than them all put together, but that's neither here nor there. Because right now Jason is very much alive and using his mouth to trace the lines of the electricity until he's kneeling on the floor, and Leo moans when he bites down on the exit point on his hip bone

Leo runs his hand over Jason’s largest scar in return. It starts in the same place Leos does on the opposite side, midway through the right shoulder, but Jason’s is a slicing scar through both sides of his body from when he was bisected. The path of it travels from his shoulder to his ribs below the left pectoral, a clean line through the heart. Leo runs his fingers over the texture of it on Jason’s back, tracing the raised bump of the scar tissue. His man sighs against where his skin and pant line meet, hands snaking up again against Leo’s lower back

“You okay” Leo checks in, his voice soft “You've been all quiet and extra clingy today”

Jason startles and tries to pull away “Sorry, I can-“

“I didn’t say stop” Leo interrupts, using his hand placement on his back to keep Jason where he is on his knees “I'm just checking in with you”

Jason looks him in the eyes like he's trying to find some dishonesty there, but whatever he finds in Leo's gaze makes him relax back into him. Jason presses his cheek back into when his hip meets his leg and sighs, Leo runs his hand through the blond’s hair. He wants to let his man take his time with it, but they're also standing in the middle of the room like a pair of morans

“Common” Leo prompts, and moves away the two feet to the bed and sits down on the edge. Jason looks lost kneeling on the floor where he left him, and doesn’t move until Leo reaches towards him again. Then Leo has a lap full of man, pressing his face back into his neck. The suddenness of it has Leo pitching over backward, and Jason goes with him.

This is good though, for someone who got crushed to death in a collapsing tunnel Leo loves the deep pressure of Jason on top of him. It makes his brain calm and his thoughts slow, all his muscles go relaxed. They cuddle a lot like that, Jason all but completely crushing him and Leo holding him close. 

Right now he just sighs into the embrace, runs his fingers through his man's hair and over his back and waits for him to find the words he needs. It's okay, they have all the time in the world now.

“I woke up without you” Jason eventually says into his shoulder “It's the first time since-“

Since the night they got together, yeah that makes sense. Leo just hums in understanding and starts to scratch at Jason's scalp, the larger man gives a full-body shiver and relaxes more into him. More of his weight presses into Leo, it's almost enough to make him fall asleep, he turns his head to butt it into Jason’s and then plants a kiss into his hair.

“You're here though?” Jason asks in confirmation

“I’m here” he reassures “Sorry I scared you, you had a late night I was hoping to let you sleep”

“‘S okay” Jason sounds to also be falling asleep, scratchies will do that to him. If he could purr he would

“Common Superman” Leo stops his petting, Jason whines in protest “You’re putting me to sleep, if it's bedtime I at least need a pillow”

Jason huffs out a “Fine”, but when he sits up he pauses. He's looking down at Leo shirtless under him, and something new flashes across his face

“What?” Leo asks, arms by his head and still trapped under his man’s ass

“You’re pretty,” Jason tells him, the starch honesty making Leo laugh

“Pretty?” Leo can feel himself blushing “Isn’t that for girls?”

“No?” Jason is getting back in his space, caging in Leo instead of pressing into him, weight resting on his forearms on either side of Leo’s head “your always pretty, but especially right now”

“Under you?” He tries to sound teasing, but it’s definitely coming out breathy and giggly 

“Yeah” Jason sighs, and then there kissing 

Kissing is good, kissing is awesome even, they have been doing a lot of kissing lately. It feels partly like making up for lost time, partly addiction. Leo doesn’t really care either way, he's just so happy they finally made it to this point. 

It doesn't take long for Jason to break away to put his mouth on Leo’s neck and collar bones. Teeth seeking the soft parts of him in a way that makes Leo’s breath hitch. He's got his hands back in his man’s hair again, fingers reflexively tightening when Jason starts to suck a hickey below the entry point to his lightning scar. Jason moans into his skin at the sensation 

Jason is tracing the scar down with his mouth again, taking a new branch this time. When he reaches the exit just to the right of Leo’s navel Jason is back on his knees. He bites hard at the end of the scar, it makes Leo jerk up and yelp before breaking into chuckles at the sensitivity. He braces himself up on his elbows to look at the blond, looking very proud of himself over the edge of the mattress 

“Can I try something?” Jason asks, already moving Leo’s legs for him, pressing them open and settling in to get as close as possible 

“Something?” Leo questions, feeling the anticipation and vulnerability in the air

“I wanna put my mouth on you,” Jason kisses into the inside of Leo’s clothed thigh “Can I take these off?”

“Yeah sure okay,” Leo squeaks back, because how can he deny those electric blue eyes gazing at him like he hung the moon

‘Pretty’ Jason had called him, how he looks at Leo down there made him feel pretty

Jason is so pleased and excited by his answer he almost pulls Leo off of the bed with his sleep pants. Leo breaks into giggles as he tries to right himself, helping his man kick them off. Once they are gone Jason sticks his nose in the bend of Leo’s hip joint and breaths deep

“Are you really smelling me right now?” Leo laughs, it tickles a little

“Mabey” Jason mutters into his underwear, his ears are turning red and it's endlessly endearing. He presses a kiss to the elastic 

Leo can't help it, he breaks into more giggles. He feels all bubbly and giddy. The man of his dreams is blushing because he has his nose in his crotch, it's too much to handle without the joy bursting out of him like a freshwater spring. 

“Are you laughing at me?” Jason tries to grouch into the fabric, but he looks as giddy as Leo feels

“No?” Leo giggles back, he sits up more so he can get his hand in the other man's hair. Jason sighs as his fingers card through, turning his face more into his skin “You just make me happy, I love you”

They have said the L-word already, multiple times in fact, but it's still a rush every time. It looks to be the same for Jason, he's matching Leo’s giggles now, face flushing more and turning his eyes away like he's suddenly shy and not two inches from Leo’s dick. It's very cute, at least until he nips at the sensitive join of Leo’s leg

Leo yelps, because it both hurts and is also very hot. His hands reflexively clench in blond fluffy hair and the tug makes Jason groan. He really bites down then, tongue tracing over the elastic of Leo’s briefs 

“Fuck babe, you can just take them off” Leo whines. Jason, the little fucking shit, does so with his teeth 

He looks very pleased with himself too when he gets them off, he's lucky it's endearing. Sitting back on the balls of his feet with Leo’s fucking briefs in his mouth like a puppy, what an asshole looking so cute. Leo can't look at him, he flops backward onto the bed and throws an arm over his eyes, and wheezes out steam. Jason laughs at him, getting back between his legs to kiss at his hips again

“I'm gonna put my mouth on you,” Jason says ever so sincerely

“Your mouth has already been on me,” Leo whines in return “Your mouth has been on me all day! ”

“I'm gonna put my mouth on more of your” Jason chuckles back into the join of his leg and hip. He's moving Leo’s legs for him again, bending and pulling him where he wants him. Leo ends up with both knees resting on the blond's back and his hands under the curve of his lower back. It's so intimate and close, Jason so surrounded and holding his lower half it nearly knocks the breath out of his lungs. 

“Gods you're so pretty ” Jason all but begs “ Please can I get my mouth on you?”

“Please” Leo eeps back, and Jason moans at his consent hands gripping him tighter as he licks a long strip up him from root to head before taking him in deep 

They have been intimate before, they have been all over each other since the confession, but this part is new. It's been a lot of kissing and hands and dry humping so far, just desperately trying to merge into each other until they tumble over into some kind of competition. Here with Jason’s hyper-focus trained on Leo, his ridiculous oral fixation channeled into making him feel good, it makes Leo’s head spin

It's intense for lack of a better word, and better yet Jason seems to be enjoying himself. He's groaning into Leo’s every reaction, hands in a brushing grip where his hips meet waste and using his easy strength to keep Leo where he wants him. And where he wants him is as close as possible, slowly dragging Leo farther across the bed. 

When he comes it's with fire in his chest. Leo pulls his hands away so it doesn't spread, fisting the sheets by his shoulders, back arching hard and crying out his man's name. He can feel the flames searing a trail from his navel up into his hair, heating up the room and evaporating the sweat off his skin. How he keeps himself from setting both Jason and the bed on fire is beyond him

“Gods you're so pretty you're so good you're so pretty you're here ” Jason is murmuring like a prayer as he kisses his way back up Leo’s lightning scar. Leo has no clue how he's not burning his man with how hot his internal temperature must be, his breath is visible even with how balmy the room is. 

When Jason reaches his face again Leo turns away, too afraid that his superheated breath will burn the other man. Jason is having none of it, grabbing him by the chin and shoving his tongue into his mouth. Leo moans from it; whether it's the demanding treatment, the temperature difference of their mouths, or the fact that he can taste himself on his man he doesn't know. But it's needy and possessive and good , and he loses himself in Jason quickly 

“ Te amo, Te amo, Te amo,” he slurs into the kiss, trembling hands holding Jason’s jaw to keep him close, fingers patterning ‘I love you’ in morse code against his cheek. He just came but he feels pent up, about to burst, vibrating out of his skin. Jason must feel it too because he whimpers as his hips buck involuntarily 

“ Por que estas usando ropa? Quitate la pantalones ” he whines, kicking at the offending fabric “ Pantalones , Jason pantalones por favor ”

Jason seems to get the message, breaking away just far enough to shuck his soft sleep pants and kick them away. Leo’s hands won't leave him the whole time, making the whole endeavor more difficult and not even caring. Then they are flush together, skin to skin, and it's so good. 

Leo is riding that overstimulation, the pleasure and pain mixing together as Jason grinds out his relief into him, but he just wants more. He's begging for it in Spanish against his mouth, far too gone to try and code switch, and drunk on Jason Jason Jason. His man somehow gets his hand between their bodies with how close there pressed together and gets them both into a fist, Leo’s eyes take an all expensive paid trip to the back of his skull

Leo comes back to his body with Jason trying to pull away. That is incorrect, he tightens his hold around his man’s neck with all the strength he has left in him and holds on. Jason lets out a whine, but it's one of his concerned feral noises, and shoves his nose in Leo’s cheek. It's then that Leo realizes that he's been crying 

“ Estoy bien ” he croaks, struggling to verbalize with goo-brain “M’ okay”

“Here?” Jason questions

“Here” he confirms

Jason relaxes then. He presses his nose back into the tear tracks, snorts, licks it off his face, and then slams the bridge of his nose into the bend of Leo’s neck. Leo bubbles into giggles and pulls his man closer

[halfmylife]

Sorry I’m Late

Pairing Modern!Finan x Reader

Summary You were supposed to be meeting someone for a blind date however but after about an hour you realise you’ve been stood up. That is until a certain stranger comes to save your night.

Warnings None

A/N This is based on a writing prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting except I decided to make it Modern!TLK because the idea was too cute!

You had been excited for your date, which was unusual. Typically you’d always shove the idea of dating far away from you, especially when your friends had pushed men your way. Yet tonight was different. Your friend had insisted that this guy was perfect for you. And for whatever reason, you agreed to a blind date. You really had been excited.

About an hour ago.

As time passed you found yourself feeling more and more defeated. The date hadn’t shown, or even bothered to message, so you assumed he might still turn up. You’d enthused to the waitress how excited you were when you first arrived but every ten minutes she’d look over and give you a sad look. Hardly the evening you were expecting at all.

You’d had maybe two glasses of wine. One for nerves. The other to pass the time. That was more than you had intended to drink the whole night. The waitress had even been kind enough to bring over some complimentary food for you to nibble on whilst you waited.

There had been a gentleman at the bar, about half an hour into your waiting. He was handsome enough from your viewpoint, with dark hair and a beard. You were sure you heard him speak with an Irish accent too. You were convinced he might be your date but it seemed less likely.

The pair of you made eye contact a few times and he even smiled, though you knew he wasn’t your date, part of you wanted to approach the bar and spend some time with him. You couldn’t help yourself but try and listen in to his conversation when he ushered over the waitress that had been serving you. Unfortunately you couldn’t make anything out.

You look at your watch. 8:03. You were supposed to meet at 7.

Tonight had not been your night. You were starving but too embarrassed to eat alone. Worst of all, you couldn’t imagine the embarrassment of walking out alone after being sat by yourself for an hour, drinking wine and waiting for no one to turn up. It was your only option.

It was decided. You couldn’t wait around any longer. So after leaving quite a generous tip, you went to grab your back and coat.

“Sorry I’m late!” You half jumped at the voice. The man from the bar stood in front of you, chucking his own coat over the back of the chair as you stared at him in awe. “Let me.” He moved to the side of you, a hand on the back of your chair. Confused, you took a seat once more and let him push you in.

You ignored any looks that were sent your way by the surrounding time, looks of pity you were certain. The only thing you could focus on was the man now sat in front of you. Surely he wasn’t your date. He seemed confident, too confident. Grabbing the menu in front of him, he opened it immediately and leant forward.

“I couldn’t just let ya walk out alone and hungry.” He whispered, giving you a wink.

“You really don’t have to.” You spoke quietly as you titled your head, he was already glancing over the menu figuring out what to eat.

“Do you have any other plans?” The only other plans you had were a date with an awful movie and a tub of ice cream. “Didn’t think so. Don’t let one prick ruin your night.”

“I’ll try not to.” You said with a half smile. Perhaps this night might go in your favour. After all, the man across from you was handsome, annoyingly so.

“Are we getting starters?” His eyebrows were raised as he watched you, anticipating your answer like it would make or break the evening.

“Of course we are.” You shrugged as though it was an obvious choice.

“Ya seem pretty set on that.” He laughed, plopping the menu down, having made his decision regarding food.

“I have been sat here waiting for an hour.” You argued, trying to laugh it off. This had not been the way you had anticipated the evening going but you could not help but revel in the moment.

“You make a fair point.” He raised his hands in defeat, smiling towards you. “Starters it is then.”

After ordering food and another glass of wine, the conversation soon started to flow. Finan had introduced himself and spent the entire evening trying to cheer you up. Truly he didn’t have to do much, the man was far too charismatic for his own good and there was a certain energy to him that just had you melting.

This date couldn’t have gone any better. Especially as he even offered to pay. Sure there had been some arguing but he was far quicker than you were and ended up paying for the whole bill, including the tip.

“You should’ve at least let me split it.” You muttered as you stepped outside, pulling your coat around you. The night was now dark and there was a chill in the air. “As a thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me.” He wriggled his shoulders into his own coat, walking beside you but leaving very little space. You hadn’t stopped smiling since the pair of you first spoke and even as you were leaving the restaurant you couldn’t help yourself.

“If you hadn’t sat with me, I would’ve probably had a miserable night, drowning my sorrows in ice cream.” You admitted, though you were grateful that hadn’t been your night. In a way you didn’t want it to end.

“Sometimes there’s nothing better than a tub of ice cream.” He shrugged, keeping pace with you. Your shoulders rubbed against one another as you walked down the street, sending a shiver down your spine. “And who’s to say you can’t still do that?”

“After that dinner, I think I’m way too full for anymore.” You laughed. It was true between the pair of you, you had eaten far too much. A whole three courses was a lot but worth every second, though perhaps the choice of outfit now felt a little suffocating.

“I have an idea.” He said suddenly, stopping a little before continuing on. Your expression dropped as you waited for him to continue, wondering what on earth this idea might be. “If you want to thank me, how about a second date? We can even include ice cream.”

“You know the way to a woman’s heart.” ice cream was the least tempting part of that offer. A charming Irishman stood in front of you, one you hadn’t even expected to meet, saved you from an awful night of loneliness and was now asking you on a second date.

“I certainly try.” He cocked his head, flashing you a gorgeous smile. “So how about it?”

“Okay, yeah.” You were sure your face had turned a vibrant shade of red as you felt the heat from your cheeks. “Yeah I’d like that.” He pulled something from his jacket, handing it to you.

“Here’s my number.” It was written on a napkin from the restaurant. You wondered at what point he had decided that he’d give you his number. It didn’t matter you took it all the same. “Message me the moment your home safe and we’ll sort something out.”

“Okay, cool.” If you weren’t blushing before you were certainly blushing now. “I’ll see you soon.” And just like that, your night had been saved.

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Shackled (Chapter 5)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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Two months

That’s how long you had been adhering to your new schedule, which now included Rafe. 

When you arrived from the mainland, you went to Barry to collect your inventory and rested for a bit when you got home. 

Days were spent cleaning the house and making much-needed repairs courtesy of your father. Restocking food and supplies, again due to your father's negligence and chaotic behavior. Washing any and all fabrics in the house before having them ironed and folded in their designated areas. 

It felt like these errands and chores shouldn’t take long, but your father's destructive tendencies and residing deep into the cut without a vehicle made it very difficult. 

Every Thursday evening, without fail, Rafe shows up to pick you up from your home, blows your back out like a man starved, and drops you off at the ferry the morning after.

With Rafe requiring your attention, you needed everything to be done in such a short window of time that you couldn’t sleep two days out of the week. 

However, when you felt the need to complain, you remembered that you wouldn’t need to do this for much longer.

You only had about 16k left to raise before you said goodbye to Outerbanks for good. 

That didn’t meet you couldn’t dread restarting the week. 

When you get off the ferry and grab your luggage, walking out to the main road, imagine your surprise when you spot a familiar truck with a familiar face.

Rafe. 

You pretended not to see him and continued your journey to the bus stop. You and he had not discussed the status of your interactions outside more intimate settings, so you assumed it was to be kept on the low.

You weren’t complaining, despite your fronted devil-may-care attitude about the situation, you didn’t want Mary and Ether to know that you and Rafe were fucking.

You would repeat to yourself that you can’t betray friends you don’t consider friends. But nowadays you aren’t so sure. 

You sit by the stop and pull out your phone, sending Barry a message that you were on your way and to give you about an hour and a half. You pull up a random game, but before starting it, you hear a loud beep, and your attention is taken away from your phone towards the offending noise.

Who else do you see? But Rafe is across the street, staring at you.

“Get in, loser,” he calls playfully, a smirk adorning his face.

You’re positive it wouldn’t be a good idea to follow his instructions, so you stay where you are, unsure what to do about the situation. 

You see Rafe sigh deeply before hopping out of the truck and walking in your direction.

As he stops in front of you, he bends over to grab the handle of your bag; and before he can turn away with it, you grab it, stopping him from going any further. 

“What?” he asks 

“What are you doing here?” you retort 

“I thought it would be gentlemanly of me to pick you up from the ferry.” he places his free hand on his hip as if the answer were obvious. 

You give him a look cueing your disbelief.

“Alright, you caught me. I hoped we could hang out this week since your weekends are always booked.” 

Your look of disbelief carries on. 

“I mean it. I want to get to know the person I’m perpetually sticking my dick inside and vice versa.”

“I can’t,  I have things to do and -” you start, but he cuts you off, raising his hand.

“Yea, yea, I get it, your errands and chores,” annoyance lacing his tone.

This wasn’t the first time you and Rafe had this conversation, so you weren’t sure why he didn’t expect you to reject him this time. 

“That’s why I’m going to help you with your little to-do list,” he reveals.

You’re taken aback by his confrssion.

“Why?” you ask

“Are you gonna make me say it?” a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. 

You tilt your head in confusion.

“I’m horny,” he says, voice deadpanned and a serious expression plastered on his face.

“Oh,” you say 

“Right,” he grabs your hand and pulls you toward his truck. 

“I have to visit Barry first and go home to clean the house.”

“Done and Done, now get in the truck” he places your bag on the floor of the passenger seat once he’s settled. 

You walk around to the other side, hop into your designated seat, and wonder if it was a good idea to let Rafe push the boundaries like this, but the thoughts vanish once you realize how much easier it would be to get your chores and errands done for the day. 

Maybe you’re just overthinking it. 

*****

When Rafe took you to collect your supply, the shock on Barry’s face from seeing you and Rafe together was exactly as you expected. 

Once he overcame his surprise, your banter continued, except you were short again. 

“Barry?”

“Look, sweetheart, this wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, but I always come through for you, right?” 

You nod 

“You have to understand my reluctance, Barry. Put yourself in my shoes. Understand the position I’m being placed in right now,” you explain. 

“I get it, sweetheart, I do, but I’m tight right now,”

“I’ll cover you.” 

You turn your head to Rafe, who has no dog in this fight, a tense look on his face as his jaw clenches.

“What?” both you and Barry say simultaneously.

“I’ll cover for you, Barry, but whatever she sells now is what she gives you next week, and you will get her the full amount.”

“Look at that, country club steppin’ up, alright, you got my word,” Barry says 

You don’t say anything as shock strangles your vocal cords. You give Barry an affectionate hug, and walk back to the truck with Rafe.

Rafe pulls out his wallet and hands you the amount you missed with Barry being short, plus more. 

You don’t touch it. 

“Why did you do that?” you asked 

“Because I’m horny and we still have to stop by your dad’s.”

You grab the money and placed it in your bag. It didn’t matter to you, this only meant that Barry owed Rafe, and you had nothing to do with it.

[dothwrites]

as far as season premieres go, this one is... okay? i thought we were getting zombie apocalypse and i got weird boring daytime ghosts. bloody mary is THEE scariest episode of spn but man, spn forgot how to make stuff scary somewhere along the way because the ghosts in this episode just look... like cosplayers who got lost

but that being said the PATHOS in this episode gives me some good fucking food. the way that cas is SO very careful with jack's body. like. that's his KID. and he had to watch him die. and he couldn't do anything. and it was his dad that killed him. and this is cas losing the very last bit of his faith. and cas smiting things will never cease to be amazing. but we're concentrating on the SAD here.

cas' "well i wouldn't starve" is SO VERY BITCHY. and he has every right to be at this point.

dean is doing an AWFUL lot of hindsight declarations. first he always knew that jack would go bad and then he always knew that chuck would go bad. he is very conveniently rewriting his own history and it is a very interesting choice for him to make.

cas lifts that giant slab of stone above his head and all i can do is have a dean winchester "SO STRONG" moment. (so STRONG!)

cas having to watch a demon parade around wearing the corpse of his kid is... he is literally going through one of the worst experiences of his life. and sam and dean are pretty much completely ignoring it and telling him to suck it up and get over it. and then he's ORDERED to give up his blood. cas is no longer "always happy to bleed for the winchesters" and you know what? HE'S RIGHT!

this is why the divorce arc is SO necessary (in my opinion). cas has reached a point where he has NO autonomy with the winchesters. dean, and to an extent sam, are treating him like a soldier--like how john treated them. they're giving him orders and expecting him to obey them. cas has lost EVERYTHING--his son, his family, his faith--and sam and dean don't acknowledge his loss or his pain. they expect him to get over it and do his job--follow their orders. and that is why it is so VITAL that cas leave.

cas' pain being so much that he can't even stand to be in the car with dean and belphagor... he is HURTING! he is in TRAUMA! (and i guess everyone else is too but cas is the only one who is visibly showing it, other than dean making a "whoopsie" statement in the crypt)

good to know that cas doesn't need to touch people to heal them. he just does that for dean because dean is ✨special✨. and when it comes time to fix sam cas is like "ew yucky" and makes sure to keep a good five inches between his hand and sam's body

these broad daylight ghosts are stupid

though cas being pissy because sam shot him is fun. see, that's why cas doesn't touch you when he heals you, sam. all i can think about in this scene watching cas run is misha running on his shitty old man hips and his brand new shiny titanium hips

and then belphagor mocking cas over dean's treatment over him... dean not being able to keep himself from coming to cas but immediately forcing himself away... AH IT'S SO PAINFUL. i love it.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Hail Hydra - Chapter Nine "Make a Habit of Two Things: To Help; or at Least to Do No Harm."

Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence. Prompts met; ‘The Gift of Gunpoint’ (Alternate) – December 9th prompt, Dead Dove December, ‘Paranoid’ – December 9th prompt, Hurtcember 2023, ‘Brainwashing’ – December 9th prompt, Whumpcember, ‘Can’t Open Their Eyes’ and ‘Feeling Weak From Blood Loss’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo, “Are You Serious?” – Fandom-Free Bingo.

Check it out on AO3 here, or read below the KR with the boards!

There was no respite for me because of my injury, my body being pushed ever further to new extremes, hours upon hours spent running up and down an isolated corridor, seeing how long I could keep sprinting before my exhausted, dehydrated, starved and beaten muscles gave out, and I was dragged back to my cell by my hair. Every ounce of my food was carefully measured, keeping me weak and pliable – not that it was needed. I saw Aleksi daily, his eyes flicking away from mine as I sought his gaze, and I knew, just as he did, that I would remain true to my word; there would be no disobedience from me. Not now. Despite my exhaustion, even I couldn’t help but notice the unrest that began to settle over the compound. I was left in my cell for days at a time, my wounds actually managing to heal before I was subjected to more tests and experiments. I began to feel myself descend into madness and paranoia in my isolation – was this the beginning of the end? Had I almost fulfilled my purpose, and I would soon be disposed of? The idea of not surviving this, having been through so much, was a painful one. For a while, I’d prayed for death, willing an ending to my torture through any means possible. But after months, I’d come too far to give up, and I was determined to see this through until I was free once more. Even in the height of summer, the temperature rarely rose above moderate, but at least the snow melted from the ground – so when I was dragged outside, blinking in the harsh light, my feet found dry earth rather than patches of ice. “Where are you taking me?” I snarled, jerking against my restraints through obligation rather than any real effort or expectation. “Shut up,” Ivan growled, jerking back just as readily. I’d felt the power in my muscles; I knew that if I really wanted to, I could snap him like a twig. But I was drained, both physically and mentally, and I’d long lost the will to fight. I was pushed to my knees before the doctor, wincing into the sun as I raised my gaze to meet his. “You know the drill, Американский,” he breathed, leaning close, his rancid breath washing over my face. “You obey, or the boy dies.” “Yes, Sir,” I replied stiffly, my back tense and nervous. The torture, the tests – it had all become routine and predictable. But here was something new, and I felt sweat bead under my hairline at the thought of the insidious new hell I’d face. “Двигаться! Move!” I turned my head in time to see a string of almost two dozen men dragged out of the compound, chained to one another and dishevelled - but markedly better kept than myself. They were lined up before the doctor, all but one trembling in their hole-riddled boots; the man on the end stood with an air of resilience, a worn American flag on his sleeve, the chevrons on his shoulder marking him as a sergeant - like myself. He nudged the man beside him - a young man with his head bowed and fatigues shredded beyond recognition - who raised his chin obligingly, tears carving tracks through the grime on his cheeks.

"Free the Germans and the Japanese," the doctor barked, eyes narrowed. The soldiers looked on in disbelief as their shackles were released, standing hesitant and nervous, until their seemingly-merciful captor waved his hand. "Go. If you can make your way off the mountain, you can go home. The war is over, and you have lost. We have no use for you anymore." With a glance at one another, the man began to trudge away - some at a stumbling run, others barely able to stand.

I'll be amazed if half of them make it off this mountain alive, I remarked internally - but I knew better by now than to voice my opinions.

The two remaining soldiers – the Sergeant and his companion – still stood with their chins high, staring down the doctor with something akin to disinterest, though the occasional wobble of the youth’s lip betrayed his fear. “А Aмериканцы?” the Soviet soldier by their side pressed, glaring   Americans? Both of them? The doctor’s gaze shifted to me, chilling me to the bone as he smiled viciously. “Let us test your obedience, soldier.” I don’t know what’s happening… But I don’t think I’m going to like it. “Stand.” “You obey this Russki, soldier?” the Sergeant snapped, glaring as I rose to my feet. I ignored him, my eyes emotionless as they found the doctor’s, and he offered me a gun, grip first. “Show them mercy, Американский.” I weighed the weapon in my hand, and the Soviet by the soldiers stepped forward slightly, earning a warning glare from the doctor. I could shoot him right now. I could end this. My eyes flicked around me, taking in the dozen of Soviet soldiers gathered around – and the countless more out of my sightline. I’d probably be dead before he hit the ground, and Aleksi would be close behind. They wouldn’t be allowed to walk out of here anyway. I looked instead to the soldiers, the Sergeant’s eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’re an American! Have they brainwashed you?” “Silence, soldier!” the doctor snapped, turning a glare to him, one hand finding my shoulder firmly. “You know what to do.” I know what to do. My hand shook despite myself as I raised my gun level, quickly and calmly burying a bullet into the younger’s forehead. He doesn’t need to see his superior officer be sh- The logical decision-making of my mind was brushed aside as the Sergeant charged, snarling, my shot coming panicked and unsteady, slicing through the soft skin under his jaw. He stumbled as he reached me, falling to his knees, crimson pumping over the dirt-encrusted uniform as his lip curled in a death glare. My eyes closed automatically as he reached for me weakly, shutting out the sight of this torturous display, even when the doctor growled in my ear and grasped my jaw warningly, lids glued together in horror. “Open your eyes, or the next bullet will be for the boy. And he will not go so quickly.” Reluctantly, forcibly, I resumed staring down at the Sergeant sinking  slowly, sitting on his feet as the light began to fade in his eyes. “Traitor,” he rasped, his head lowering for the first time. “Tr… T…” Tears flowed silently down my cheeks as he collapsed, his blood spreading across the dirt in a gritty puddle, pooling around my feet and staining my skin. I’ll never be clean again.

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