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wakeup01 · 5 months

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A Matching Pair

Goddammit. Why does he always have to argue about it. Can’t he ever put himself in my shoes and try and be more understanding.” I mumble to myself as my boyfriend fades out of sight down the empty train car. I sigh and stare out the window of the train, listening to the world outside shudder past.

“This space free?” Comes an excited voice, I look up to see a fit young guy casually drop onto the seat opposite me. He looked no older than 22 and was outfitted for some kind of sports game, with a designer tracksuit sagging off his hips, a red jersey that pressed against his lean stomach and a glossy puffer jacket.

“Uhhh…not really.” I remark, side-eying his trendy permed hair, perfectly styled and faded. I had never really understood the appeal of…‘fuckboys’; rich but devoid of personality - aside from the prepackaged one they adopt. In this case even I had to admit that he was rather attractive, in a blunt, dumb ‘grammer is for losers’ sort of way. There was a casual air of confidence in the way he carried himself, narcissistic? Sure, but maybe a little ego didn’t hurt, especially in the bedroom.

Shame he obviously wouldn’t be a sub - he’d look nice around my cock, although I can picture my boyfriend tripping over himself to placate his every whim. The perks of this ‘open relationship’ we had seemed increasingly one sided. Ugh. I’m quickly reminded of our argument, and my indignation wins out over my misguided lust.

“Mate, you look proper mad.” He chuckles, kicking off his trainers. He stretches out his legs and rests them on the seat next to mine.

“Name’s Dominic and I’m not….mad.” My voice trails off.

“Uh oh. Who is she then blud?” He gestures at me with his hands, rattling the horde of bracelets that buried his wrists.

“He.”

“Pftt. I should ‘av guessed. It’s all the same to me. I’m Trev ‘btw’. You off to the gay convention?” There’s a wry smile that is hard to be angry at, in fact I feel strangely comfortable with him. He seemed like a good listener.

“Funny, but yes. Meeting our friend Nate there.” I cross my arms in a futile attempt to appear more dominant.

“Wait, they have those now?” My eyes squint at him. “Just fucking with you. I got a game the next town over. I’m a player.”

“Wow, you don’t say.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me play on the tele eh?” He puts on a face and flashes his shiny white teeth proudly.

“Sure…” He was in a professional team? Like I’d know.

“So spill, what’s the issue with yuh ‘boy’? His ‘bussy’ too small?” My mouth begins to move before I really get the chance to think about what I’m saying, or why I’m telling him at all.

“Ugh. He just never tries to see things from my perspective, he always expects me to play the ‘top’. About everything. And I don’t share his weird kinks.”

“TMI. Oh. You’re the top? And your name is Dom? ‘Lolz’. Is your boy called SUBastian?” He laughs mischievously. His brazen use of text speech was strangely endearing, something I thought impossible.

“Dominic. And no, his name’s Addy.” I correct, flatly.

“Uh huh. Yeah, and have you tried the same? See things from Addy’s point of view. Find equal ground right. Maybe I can help. It’s like when there’s a disagreement in our footy team.”

“I don’t think it’s quite the same thing…”

“Should give it a try Dom, see how it feels to be the sub. It can be fun to let someone else take charge. Easy too when you don’t overthink it. Go on, just lay back and relax.” Yes, I’m sure this will solve all our problems. I humour him anyway, resting my back against the seat’s cushion. Ten seconds pass in silence, just the hum of the train carriage throbbing rhythmically.

“This is stupid-“

“Shush.” Trev stares at me intently, trapping my eyes into his own. I don’t think to look away, why would I. He continues talking, I hear the words floating past me but don’t register what they are. It feels like minutes until his fingers snap in front of his face, and the spell is broken. He just smiles and waits expectantly for me to reply. His legs move from the seat next to me and I follow their movement.

“I—I guess.” I stutter, unsure of what I’m replying to, feeling slightly dizzy, like waking from a dream. For some reason my eyes seem drawn to his feet, now resting on the edge of my own seat, fidgeting between my thighs. I didn’t notice that they were sockless before… or that they were so big.

“Deeper.” He snaps his fingers again. My eyes are feeling so heavy, it’s becoming harder to keep them open. “Picture your boy sitting in your place. See it in your head.” I think about him, see his dreamy smile, like the one growing on my face. “So easy.” Trev repeats, my head nodding absently to his words. He adjusts and pushes his feet against my groin. Hmmf. I should tell him to stop. To stop…

“Uhh.” The dull sound leaves my lips instead of the words I wanted, the rubbing sensation fraying the edges of my thoughts.

Trev’s fingers fiddle at his pockets. He pulls out a vape stick and blows a huge bubblegum flavoured cloud of smoke into my face. The fumes flow through my open mouth and circle my head. His hands appear to be moving in slow motion, like everything was suddenly at half speed.

“Being in charge is exhausting huh. Much better to just relax and follow along, like your boyfriend would.” Yeah, he would probably do whatever this guy asked him to.

“I bet he’d rub my feet If I told him to.”

“Yeah.” I agree, wrapping my hands around Trev’s chunky feet - he definitely would. I run my fingers up and down his sole, picturing my boyfriend in this situation.

“Eyes up here fam.”

*snap*

I look back up at him, falling into his stare once more, entranced. My hands continue to massage him, passing over the curves and arches of his large feet. The shame of doing this in a public place completely lost on me. “Good foot boy.” I fail to hold back a moan at the validation. Is this what it feels like? It feels…nice, good.

I sense my body start to slowly lean forward of its own volition. Trev loudly exhales, his lips pursing. Another dose of bubblegum mist fogs my view. “What else would your boy do?”

“Don’t know…”

“Bet he’d love to sniff my lush feet hm?”

Probably, I think. He was way more kinky than me about such things. This guy’s feet were quite ripe after all, maybe if I got a bit closer…no—no what am I doing? I begin to pull back when his intense eyes narrow at me.

“It’s okay. I can see you want to take a whiff too. Boy.” His inflection changed on the last word. There was something about the way he said it. Powerful.

“My—my boyfriend will be-“ My voice cracks.

“Put your fucking nose here. And sniff my cheesy feet.” He orders, accentuating each word, dropping all pretence - his finger snapping and pointing down.

It’s like a switch being pressed in my head. The words cut like a knife right through any lingering hesitation. My face lowers and inhales deeply, sucking up his harsh scent.

“Yeah.” I mumble from behind his feet in a daze.

“Yeah what?”

*snap snap*

“Yes sir.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped from my lips and then it was too late to take it back. Too late to stop, as my face leans down to his foot like a magnet. Too late to pretend I didn’t want a sniff, my nostrils breathing the thick musky air.

“A good start boy.” I tentatively take a couple more whiffs, a part of me still attempting to hold back, feeling self aware. He rolls his eyes and shoves his feet forcefully into my face, my nose pushed snugly between his big toe. His stench shrouds my head like a cloud. The concept of ‘disgusting’ faded to nothingness.

“Salt and vinegar flavour, your fav.” Trev asserts. It became true the moment the words left his lips. Salty and eye watering. My favourite. My cock liked it too apparently.

“You look so much better under me, worshiping me - where you belong. Keep going.” And I did. Breathing deeply, in and out. In and out. The heat from his foot radiates outwards, travelling down my body, seeping into my skin. “Wouldn’t your boy agree to be at my feet at all times If that’s what I wanted?” He—I would. I want nothing else.

“Of course sir.” I say, unaware that the words would seal my fate.

Something is changing. A shift in weight. My whole body starts to feel lighter, filling with air. My skin itches, a rash forming across it’s surface - bleaching every inch an even, clean white. The rash crawls down my chest, flattening my modest set of abs, leaving everything it touches incredibly soft, absorbent and flexible. Tiny strands of fuzzy cotton fabric poke out from each pore; the changes showed no sign of stopping.

Everything is happening all at once, alarms try and go off in my brain but it’s preoccupied swimming in a musky drunken stupor. My feet seem to leave the floor as my form inexplicably shrinks, the length of my arms folding inwards as my body simplifies.

“Look at you bruv. You were easy as fuck.” I gaze up at him, his smug face towering over me, looking so far away. A puff of vape smoke floats down towards me, particles dissolving on my cushioned skin. The sweet aroma mixes with the smell of his sour feet. “Just one look into my eyes and you were done. Get socked bro.”

Trev started to appear bigger and bigger, his feet dwarfing my new size, now taking up my whole view. It was like my essence was being pulled around his foot. My mouth opens and his toes slip effortlessly inside, stretching me out and making themselves at home. The rest of his foot follows, his ankle resting at my opening. It sets off my gag reflex momentarily, before feeling perfectly natural, like I was tailor made for his foot.

“Sorry bud, they’re a size 13.”

The taste of his potent sole explodes into me. I’m violently shaken out of my trance-like haze, the world around me speeds up. I try and desperately pull away, lucidity returning like a slap to the face. Why am I on the floor? Why is his foot in my mouth?! Oh shit oh shit!

“Get socked!” Trev yells enthusiastically. “Get fucking socked!”

Control is slipping away. My skin pulls taut around his foot, the fabric digging between his toes. It feels as though every part of me is pressed against him, his warmth surrounding me. My new shape settles into place, defined by his smooth curves.

I can’t move my ‘body’ at all, but all my senses still persist…somehow. My blurry vision clears, a sudden shift in view makes me disoriented. It’s as if I have a pov of the room from the bottom of Trev’s foot, he lowers it to the floor and my worldview erratically drops to carpet level before going dark. The material of the carpet brushes against me, the strange sensation is embarrassingly pleasing; bringing attention to the absence of my cock. Relief now seemed impossible.

“Socked. Man, I love that initial freshness. Tbh, it makes the inevitable even more fun.”

He pushes the weight of his foot into me, his sweaty soles sticking to my tight fabric body. It feels humiliating to be literally stuck on the ground. His stench clings to me, soaking me in his foot musk. The imprint of his toes yellowing my surface. It’s like having his foot down my throat, perpetually swallowing his mind numbing sweat.

“Mmm that’s good, you hang so tightly. A perfect fit. Hope you like sucking on my rank fucking toes. Cuz now you’re just my stinky ripe sock. Fucking idiot. Can’t wait to get you worn in.”

That’s not possible, I can’t be a sock…it defies logic. This is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from, any second now…any second…

He pulls at me and stretches my ribbed opening up and over his tracksuit, stuffing the silky material into me.

“So much more… pliable.” Trev wiggles his toes and my body conforms to it’s every movement, lodging in between each one. I try and desperately struggle, do something. I manage to achieve a light wriggle that only helps pull myself tighter against his skin.

Trev lifts his foot and points it towards the window, the dark night air rushing past outside. A clear reflection echoes back. I stare at it in disbelief, wanting to blink the reality from my eyes. A caricature of my shocked face is crudely printed on the underside of the sock - trapped frozen in time, with the word ‘SNIFF’ sewn into the fabric. The material was already beginning to discolour. Logic or not, That’s all I am now - a cheap white sock. His sock. An object.

“Basic as fuck boy makes basic as fuck sock. Lit.” He points out, smirking in the reflection while he checks out his new kit. Trev puts his feet back up on the seat, letting me watch the empty space where I had been sitting - back when I was more than just his property.

“Enjoy the view, while you can cheesy. You’re going to spend most of your time staring at the floor, or the inside of my fumigated sneaker.” What joy. I hadn’t even thought about that, about what comes next. Surely he didn’t plan to keep me like this? “Hmm. I think the name Dominic is a bit too fancy for you now, how about…sock. Simple, to the point.” Trev steps me back against the ground, his heel slightly raised. “Suits you, don’t you think sock?”

Light footsteps thud from down the carriage, getting closer and closer. “Hey babe. I wanted to apologise, Nate thinks—who are you? Umm where’s my boyfriend?” Addy had returned, this was my chance.

I wanted to shout and cry out to him, to get his attention anyway possible. I conjured a barely audible rustle and then nothing. All it did was reinforce how small and subservient I now felt, forced to listen to my owner in silence.

“Oh he’s not gone far, cutie. Sit.”

I hear my boyfriend stammer from above. All it took was one compliment and he turned to putty. In most cases it was endearing, but right now I needed him to be anything but agreeable.

I feel the weight on me shift. I glide through the air again, Addy’s expression coming into view across from me, from us.

“He’s…” Addy looks me over curiously.

“Yep. He got socked.”

“Gosh. That’s…hot.” His cheeks blush.

WHAAT! You’ve got to be kidding me! Damn, why did he have to be so kinky when I need him to rescue me. I can recognise his horny face a mile away.

“Now it’s your turn. Look at my eyes.” Trev’s voice taking on a more serious tone. Addy’s eyes dart up, quickly becoming ensnared by Trev’s hypnotic gaze. No, please snap out of it. “Good, keep looking. Relax. Let me give you the deets. In a few minutes you’re gonna have the privilege of having my foot up your arse, sucking up my sweat as a thin piece of fabric like your bf. You’ll be my sock puppet, controlled completely by my foot. You can already feel my toes pushing at your mind. You want it. Say it.” Trev waves me back and forth, hypnotically.

“But…mmm,”

“Say it.”

*snap*

“I — I want to be your smelly sock puppet. Pleaseee Master.” He moans in a trance.

“Course you do.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Addy’s shorts were noticeably tenting, a wet spot forming at the tip. He was getting off on the idea! “Sock puppet. Look at your boy, read the word sewn into him. You know what to do.”

Addy’s head leans towards me, eclipsing my vision. His huge nose presses up against me, his eyes dilating. I can feel his wavering breath brush at my cotton skin. He did exactly what the sock - me, said to and sniffed. The hesitant whiffs quickly devolve into enthusiastic huffing.

“Babeee. Hmmf. You smell so niceee. Mmmm.”

“That’s an obedient sock sniffing sock puppet.” Trev assured him. ”Now onto the other one.” Addy moves away from my view, I can only see him shuffling at the edge of my narrow locked vision. “Ready to join him?”

“Yes masterrrr.” Addy’s voice slurs monotonously. “Enter me and take control. We’re both yours.” Like hell we are!

“I want you to lick this foot clean like a dirty dog before it becomes your new home.” I hear him start to slobber all over Trev. “Good puppet. Get socked.”

The sound of my boyfriend licking and moaning in heat continued for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but be suspended in the air like my owner deemed appropriate.

“It’s time to become a puppet. Turn around and spread that cute bubble butt. There we go, feel my foot enter your rear, filling you up, fucking your tiny brain. Ufff. Tight. Fuck. Let’s stretch you out, nice and wide. Ahh that’s better. Your hole clamping around my ankle. Yeah. Becoming soft and flexible. A sock puppet. A sweat guzzling, empty-headed, dirty filthy sock puppet.” I can just about see Addy’s head, craning back in pleasure as he’s foot fucked.

“Butt feels…Hnng my—my body…” Addy pants desperately.

“Now belongs to my fat fucking foot. SOCK. PUPPET.

“Pu—puppet.” Addy’s bobbing head pulls out of sight, compressing around the invader inside him.

“Sock puppet. Surrendered all free will. Sock puppet. Commanded by feet. What are you?”

“I’m a sock… a sock puppet. Mmmmf…I’m a soooommfff.”

His voice goes silent. I can only assume he’s turning into a perfect match for Trev’s other foot. The thought horrifies me, but also gets me a little excited. I glimpse a pristine white shape shudder next to me. Trev sits up and places both feet flat on the ground, in order to admire his new additions to the collection.

“Hell yeah. You two make the cutest pair. Glad I could help bring you ‘together’. And no more worries about disagreements ‘lmao’. Go on, kiss and make up.”

Trev bends his legs and points me at Addy’s new form, his lustful face captured on the socks sole; the word ‘LICK’ was immortalised above. I was for sniffing and he for licking, it made a bizarre kind of sense to my addled brain. He brings his feet together and rubs us both against each other, our ‘faces’ pressed closely. My mind blurs, the friction bringing searing white hot bliss. God it’s amazing. He was so soft! Please more. More! Babe. Don’t stop. Get socked!

Trev eventually pulls us apart, I watch the folds of Addy’s loose fabric pull taut, finalising his transformation. He made a cute sock, just like me. We were now on equal footing. Wait, what am I thinking? This is insane, I don’t want this! Was I stuck like this? Would it be really so bad? No, stop.

I realised that the smell was permeating my thoughts, twisting them. Knowing that didn’t change how good it felt, how good his touch felt, his musk.

“Don’t worry, when I go to replace you I’ll be sure to sell you on as a pair to one of my foot sluts. Let’s be honest, as socks go, you’re kinda ‘mid’ at best.” The comment did nothing to reassure me about turning back to human. “Man you gay nerds are so dumb, none of you can resist my scent. It’s like you want to be part of my fit. Even my sneaks gave more of a struggle than you two lovebirds. All I need now is some new undies to stretch over my ass and hug my fat dong and balls. Know anyone?” Trev pauses and then laughs to himself.

As each minute passed my mind became more subdued, it was relaxing, becoming content. The part that was angry, defiant, was shrinking. A bubbling happiness was slowly expanding within me. I did my best to push it back but with my senses overwhelmed, it was a seemingly losing battle. Addy was probably already loving every second of it.

“Let’s have some fun. Which one of you will make a good cum sock? Who am I kidding, you’ll both be great. But for now…”

He peels me free from his foot, holding me limply in the air. For a moment I feel incredibly empty, already missing his warmth. The disappointment is short lived; I’m quickly filled out as he pulls me over a stiff pole. His cock. His glorious thick shaft. I’m forced to swallow it whole, it’s tip poking at my edges.

With his hand around me he wanks me furiously, using me as sleeve. ‘Don’t enjoy it’, I shout internally. This sucks. This sucks! It’s hard to ignore the pleasure it brings the both of us. Oh god I’m being stretched out by him completely. It sucks. Sucks… this…mmm. Faster. Go faster! Fill me! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!

My sexy owners pumping reaches a crescendo, now with both hands thrusting me up and down. One final tug. A grunt. A twitch. Thick copious splooge unloads right into me, flooding my interior. His fuckboy seed is absorbed into me, my cotton body sucking up every drop. A dark patch spreads across me and crusts over as it dries. The bitter taste lingers, like the cum was sat on my tongue.

“Fuck me, that was sweet. But enough fun.” Trev pulls me off his dick and janks me back over his foot, his toes push against my cum stained dark spot, still damp.

Trev’s phone starts to ring with some loud trap song. “Trev. Yeah. Yeah mate. Course, you fucka. Be arriving soon. Mint, I got me some new gear too. Ace. Uh huh…K, chat tomorrow.”

What would have normally been inane babble to me made a concerning amount of sense, like his identity was somehow rubbing off on me.

He stands up, dragging something over to him with his other foot. I’m lifted high into the air, tauntingly hovering over his beat up shoe. I can’t help but look down at my future smelly prison. I don’t think my mind can take any more…

It didn’t help knowing that the sneaker was once a guy, now heavily used. It was like seeing a glimpse of my own fate. Mmmm.

“Let’s get you acquainted.”

I see the trainer hurtle towards me as I’m lowered to the floor. My edges slide effortlessly into the pungent confines of his sneaker, the thick stale air engulfing me. I’m pressed against the stained sole and squelch against it’s moist surface; the outline of his foot clearly indented into the material. My vision goes pitch black.

The stench is blasted at me from all sides. Fuck me. I don’t stand a chance against it, my mind is drowned beneath its waves. Sinking below as new, more simple desires emerge.

There’s a muffled sound of an announcement playing overhead. “Guess this is where we get off lads. I should probably warn you, me mates and I have a footie match tomorrow. And I don’t plan on removing you, after that I expect you won’t even want to be turned back. Not that I ever planned to. I’m sure you stinkheads don’t object? Sorted.”

I didn’t object, in fact, I— I think I was looking forward to it. My printed face would probably be completely yellow by the end of it, as it should. Mmm.

The weight of his foot lifts as I feel myself rise from the floor and then just as quickly I’m pushed back down to the ground. My boyfriend being subject to the same in tandem. A second later and it happens again and then again, each step the strength of his body squishes me against the shoes insole, which sticks to my surface. And each time, my brain is submerged in a pleasant sweaty haze, scattering whatever dim thoughts I had left. The weight flattening my mind to sodden mush. Rewarding me for fulfilling my role as his smelly, mindless sock, us both huffing at our owners beautiful addictive feet. Together.

“Maybe we should stop off at that gay convention first, see how many noses we can get pressed against you two while you get sucked dry. Plus, we could find that friend of yours to get wrapped around my big sweaty butt.”

Yeahhh…I bet Nate would make a perfect pair of fucking briefs.

#scally #transformation #socks #gay #inanimate tf

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 8 months

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Hi yes i adore ur work, can I get uhhh [squints at menu] some more of that 'Dark Daddy Mommy Kink' Jack and Rory hybrid with Cub YN, pls? Idk how they'd manipulate them into it but the lead up is soo yummy? but wat u wrote on threadsuns blog was hot as fuck and twisted, Is it possible for some gentle cnc (because 'ur parents didnt love u cant love u like we can' Whet??? And also im wet?) and some breeding kink thrown in?

In otherwords a combo meal with an extra side of horny, a large fry and aaaaaa diet coke please? However way you desire to give it to us?

Ok, I'm assuming you read the the big bold text that said I don't write for pregnancy stuff and you're asking for the breeding kink where it's more focused on stuffing you with cum

A fair warning, these two lean a bit into the incest kink side of mommy/daddy kink

It all started when Rory captured you as his pillow for the afternoon, he just loves your scent and thinks you're a good pillow. The dynamic noticeably shifts when Jack joins in. Rory and Jack have been calling themselves your Daddy and Mommy respectively and it's starting to got out of hand. It was cute and a little silly at first but the longer it goes on the more it feels like they're really trying to replace your dead parents

You shouldn't let them keep doing it, you know it's fucked, and you know they'd stop if you told them to, but you don't. It's half born out of morbid curiosity, how far would they really go with all this? You soon find out as mommy and daddy start helping you get ready for nap time

Jack helps you into your favorite jammies and Rory tucks you all in to take a nice afternoon nap. As you lie down you notice your pillow smells a bit odd but ignore it, there's lots of scents around the house and while this doesn't quite smell like any of your boys it doesn't smell bad at all, it actually smells pretty good. You can feel the smell trail up your nose and into your brain as it lulls you to sleep, taking you farther down than just a nap

You find yourself having a wet dream, of what exactly doesn't matter, what does matter is when you stir slightly from your dream to find Jack's hand down your pants. You try to squirm away but his and Rory's hold on you is too tight, there's nowhere to go "Oh, cub, sorry we woke you up. We just couldn't help but hear all the cute little moans you were making. Mommy thought you could use a little help, isn't that so sweet of him?"

Rory moves in to kiss your neck, his grip still tight against your arms "Listen to how slick you are little cub. So cute and wet from your mommy helping you get off. You can't really blame me can you? After all, you're the little freak who had a wet dream while in your parents bed" You hate how his voice makes you shiver and buck into his hand. You can feel both of their hard cocks grinding against you as you squirm

"Mmm~ Oh, little cub, be a good baby and cum for your mommy and daddy. That's it, just let your mommy's fingers make you feel so good" You can feel how Rory purrs into your skin as he speaks, the vibrations spreading a sickening warmth through your chest. You try to hold back, try to keep the groggy remains of your mind, but you can't help it. You cum all over Jack's hand, shuddering at the groan he lets out as you do

You don't have time to recover as Jack's fingers start to work your ass open with your cum "Such a good cub~ Did so well for your mommy, but you're still so pent up, aren't you?" Rory sighs "So instable honey, but don't worry, mommy and daddy will fill you with all the cum you can handle" Jack chuckles as you whimper "And then maybe a little more" They both use your cum and slick to lube up their cocks

Jack enters you first, sliding in so easily from how well he worked you open. After a moment of rest you feel panic bubble up within you as you feel Rory's cock against your ass as well. No, no no, It won't fit "Shush, trust us sweetheart, we know what you can handle. Just relax, and let me in" It's tight, it's so fucking tight, but somehow it's not painful

It's all you can do to just cling onto them as they take turns thrusting in and out of you so you're never truly empty. You can't even count how many times you've cum, you're not even sure if you can count that high anymore, each orgasm shutting down another part of your brain until you're nothing more than a moaning sobbing mess. They stuff you so well, not stopping until they start to shoot blanks into you. You all lie there, panting and moaning and crying together as they fuck you so well. The last thing you hear before you pass out is Rory telling Jack that they need more of that spray for your pillows

#whispers of an angry god #hybrid au #I couldn't think of anything for so long and then I blacked out and woke up to this shit #sdj Jack #sdj Rory

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Nuisance | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Another vent fic. Just wrote this in the span of an hour, lying in bed. I was gonna sleep. But Uhhh, my OCD made me do exactly what reader explains in the fic. Only that I asked my dad to take the fuzzy socks off because, you know, and he did that, but not without complaining and falling back into old patterns. So. That was great. Not. Whatever. Hope someone can enjoy this. If not, that is cool, too. This was written for myself first and foremost after all. I should just shut up, lol.

Summary; Flashbacks hit you as your OCD acts up and Roman comforts you.

Notes; TW // Contamination OCD; Flashbacks; Past Trauma; Childhood Trauma; Name-calling/Ableist language; Ableism; Light Daddy!Kink (no mention of the actual word 'daddy', but Roman's usual use of pet names for reader in my fics). Male!Reader; Emotional Hurt/Comfort;

Abnormal.

Crazy.

Freaky.

Sicko.

These words, along with the accusatory tone and sentences they would be accompanied with, rang through your mind. Over and over again, you could hear your father yell at you, tell you how much of a fucking lunatic you were.

Ever since you had been little and had showed the first signs of your obsessive compulsive disorder, he would ridicule you, get mad at you, call you names. All for things that you had no control over whatsoever.

Tears burned your eyes, oh, so painfully as it all replayed in your head.

Please, stop.

You didn't want to be like this, either.

Stop yelling.

Please!

"Baby?" Roman startled you out of your inner terror.

You hadn't realised that you've been staring at your socked feet for probably way too fucking long to be anything but... abnormal. There it was again. Fuck.

Roman came over to you and sat down next to you on the edge of the bed where you've been seemingly glued to for the past minutes. He put an arm around you, gently rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

"What is it, sweet boy?"

"Nothing, sorry. I just got lost in thoughts, is all," you replied hoarsely.

"Something tells me that's not true. If you don't wanna talk, fine, but don't lie to me, 'kay?"

You nodded. "Sorry."

He squeezed your arm and then continued to rub it soothingly.

Biting your lower lip, you fought with yourself.

Should you tell him?

Should you perhaps just explain what had upset you in the first place and has led to the past trauma popping up the way it has, without mentioning that?

You didn't know what to do. You didn't want to bother Roman with it. You were enough of a nuisance to him already. He didn't need another reason to drive home the fact that he should finally just fucking cast you aside.

The tears that had just subsided came back suddenly, choking you.

You gripped the bedding tightly, your knuckles turning white with it.

"Ssshhh," Roman shushed you quietly, soothingly, his lips pressed against your temple.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," you whimpered.

"Don't."

You nodded.

Abnormal.

Crazy.

Freaky.

Sicko.

And a fucking nuisance on top of everything.

Why did Roman even keep you around?

Your breathing had picked up.

"Look, I know it's hard for you to talk about your issues, but I'm at a loss here. Baby, do you really not want to tell me what's wrong? You know I'm trying my best to be helpful, right? You know I don't judge you."

He was right. Rationally, you knew all that. Emotionally, none of it mattered, nor was it true.

"I know. I'm sorry, Roman," you replied anyway.

Roman just nodded, pressing a kiss on your temple.

"It's just... Fuck, okay. So... You know I have OCD, right?"

Once more, he nodded, making an affirmative noise in the back of his throat.

"Right. Uh... So. I'm sure you noticed how I have this routine. I do thing after thing after thing that would make me need to wash my hands after I've done it. So, I do all those things in a certain order so that I can wash my hands maybe just once or twice in the end, instead of the usual four to five times, if not more."

You paused, swallowing thickly.

Roman didn't say anything. He just kept rubbing your arm and pressing sweet kisses on your temple.

"Well, uh, so since it's gotten colder, I wear my fuzzy socks over my regular socks, right? To keep them clean, but also to keep my feet warm. And usually I take them off during my routine because I don't want the dirty fuzzy socks in bed, right? A-and tonight, because I was already so fucking tired and all that, I mean, you've noticed that, I know you have- fuck, uhm. I forgot to take them off. But I've already washed my hands and put lotion on them. And now I don't wanna wash them again, they're already fucking bleeding again anyway. A-and--- and then- then I started panicking and then bad memories popped up---"

An awful, ugly sounding sob tore itself from your throat.

You squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed, trying to push it all back down.

Don't cry.

Please.

One tear managed to escape, but the rest was pushed down, just like always.

Then you continued. You might as well have explained the entire thing, when you have already started going well overboard anyway.

"My OCD started showing when I was like four or five already. At least that's what my earliest memories are. And my dad- he would always yell at me for the things I'd do because of it. He'd mock me. Call me names and such. He was always so fucking angry with me for it. He never stopped, not even when he knew what was going on, when I was about nineteen or twenty.

"And I just- I don't know. It just all came back in a rush as I sat here and realised that my socks were still on and started to panic over it. Then I was scared that perhaps you would... not be like my father, but... think that I'm crazy, too. Things like that. I'm sorry. I know you're not him. I know you're trying to be as understanding and patient with me as possible. And I appreciate it, I do. I'm really sorry."

Your heart was racing. It felt like it wanted to make its way out of the confines of your chest.

Roman sighed. He sounded frustrated.

Was he angry with you after all?

"I really can't fucking stand your father, baby. I know you often tell me how fucking great he is and how much he loves you, but fuck... He really fucked up. And while I hate my father's guts and would rather see him dead, I won't tell you that loving your father is wrong, despite the awful fucking shit he's pulled on you all your life," Roman rasped.

A sigh of relief left your lips. So he wasn't angry with you, but your father. Thank goodness.

"Thank you," you whispered, finally looking up at him and meeting his eyes.

He smiled back at you.

"Now, my little prince. I can see that your fuzzy socks are still there. Would you like me to take them off for you, then?"

You were taken aback by his offer.

You hesitated.

Did he feel obligated to be kind to you?

No. No, he wouldn't. He never did. He didn't give easily. He didn't show that he cared a lot. He didn't usually care about people as it was.

So, you nodded.

He kissed you on the lips, shortly, softly. Then he lifted each of your legs by the ankle and pulled off each fuzzy sock, consciously leaving on your regular socks, since he knew that you couldn't sleep with bare feet.

After that, he got up to put the socks away and washed his hands. Then he came back, lying down on his side of the bed, as you finally lied down, too.

The two of you got under the covers and shifted close to one another and into your usual position. He lied on his back, your head rested on his chest, hearing his heart beat, one of your hands on his stomach. One of his arms was wrapped around your shoulders again, the other one rested against his stomach, his hand laying on yours.

"Do you think you can sleep, now?" He asked after a couple of minutes of sweet silence.

"Yes, thank you, Roman," you replied softly, pressing a kiss on his chest, through his silk pajama shirt.

"You're welcome, sweet boy. Now, go to sleep. And remember, family is the absolute fucking worst. No matter if you love them or not. They are all fake fucking fucks."

You nodded against his chest, smiling slightly.

In a way, he was right.

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You Already Do

Square(s) Filled: “What did you do?” @spnbromentbingo, and Friends to Lovers @spngenrebingo

Warnings: low self esteem/self worth, fear of being alone, rejection, fluffy feels, Dean coming to the rescue, implied smut, pre-dirty talk

Summary: Y/N reacts honestly to one of her best friends, but the sting of rejection hits her hard. Her other best friend knows what she needs and puts himself out there for her.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1480

Written for: @spnbromentbingo, @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches my forever pick me up

A/N: Based on real life, only it didn’t turn out like this.

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Dean sauntered into the library, a beer in one hand and a slice of pie in the other. His brother was seated at his usual spot at the table, though his face portrayed more confusion than usual. “Case got your panties in a twist?”

“Shut up,” Sam huffed.

“Dude,” Dean sat down. “Seriously, what’s up with you lately?”

“You talked to Y/N recently?” Sam asked, not taking his eyes off his phone.

“Yeah, I talked to her this morning. She just finished that hunt with Garth in Springfield and is on her way home. Why?” Dean responded, eyeing his brother carefully.

“She seem off to you?” Sam finally turned his attention to Dean.

“No. She was fine. Again, why?” Dean asked a little more forcefully.

“Uhhh, she sent me a text. A long one and I think I said something I shouldn’t have. I mean, I should have, but maybe a little softer…?” Sam surmised.

“What did you do?” Dean reached across the table and grabbed Sam’s phone from him before Sam knew.

Dean scrolled through the exchanges, a myriad of expressions crossing his face. He stood and threw the phone back at Sam. “You fucking said those things to her? For being the smartest guy I know, you sure are a fucking dumbass!”

He stormed out of the library and straight to his room. He grabbed his go bag and keys and headed for the garage. He tossed his bag and the green cooler in the back and got in. Baby roared to life around him, and he pulled out. One phone call with her and he knew exactly where she’d be. With any luck, he’d make it before sundown.

A pit stop halfway in for gas, snacks, beer and ice, and he made it in record time. Dean rolled the Impala slowly through the field, coming to a stop right next to Y/N’s car. He didn’t have to say anything, just walked up to her, pulling her into his arms. He knew she needed the comfort more than he did, but it did him some good, too.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, releasing her. He grabbed the cooler and her favorite blanket from the backseat and laid them out in front of the cars. “Come ‘ere.”

Y/N slowly slid from the hood of her car, wiping hastily at her eyes. Dean held his hand out for her and together they sat. Dean handed her a beer, but she only played with the soggy label. “So he told you, huh?”

“Not so much. I stole his phone when he said he got a text from you,” Dean admitted. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“How? Oh hey, Dean, I’m a mess. I use humor as a defense mechanism and when I drink it’s inappropriate humor. Why? Because, I am terrified, Dean. He’s been my best friend for twenty years. You both have. You two are the only ones who saw me for who I was,” she started.

“I’m trying to get her back, but I’m not the same girl I was back then. Sam and I would flirt non-stop, but he had Jess, and I had no one. I still have no one. I’m scared no one wants to be with who I am now, and I’ll never be able to live up to the memories of who I was. I’m flawed and insecure and anxious, but I’m trying, Dean. What if I don’t ever get her back?” she cried.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay,” Dean shushed quietly, pulling her into his lap. He rocked them gently for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I knew the girl you were, and I know the woman you are. We’re all flawed and insecure and anxious, honey. It’s part of what makes us human. But, the girl you were made you into the woman you are, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”

“You’re just saying that, Dean. You’re my best friend and have to say nice shit to me so I bake you pies,” Y/N laughed through her tears.

“Okay, most of that is true, except for the have to part. I’m the one that calls you out, so I know that part isn’t true,” Dean corrected her.

“God, Dean. I’m so embarrassed because I misread the signs. I’m stupid to think Sam could even think of me like that. I’m angry because I’m so clearly starved for affection that I am seeing things that aren’t even there. I’m disappointed because maybe this was my one shot, you know? To explore something with one of my best friends. And, a small part of me wants to tell him to fuck off because he doesn’t deserve me,” she ranted, finally stopping to breathe. “Did you know he apologized? Which is good I guess. But still. He said he didn’t realize how vulnerable I was. He feels terrible, so that makes two of us. Now, it’s just going to be awkward as fuck.”

“Honey, we both know Sam doesn’t deserve you. Neither one of us does. And, you’re not vulnerable, you’re human. You’re beautiful and smart, and your wicked wit has gotten me more times than I care to admit, but that’s what I’m saying. We’d both be lucky sons of bitches to end up with a woman as great as you,” Dean contemplated. “I’m not the same guy I was then either. I like to think I’m better than I was. I know one thing hasn’t changed.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” she sniffed, turning her head to look into his eyes.

“I’ve always loved you. That’ll never change,” Dean whispered.

“Dean, I love you, too,” she replied, laying her head on his shoulder. “You know what’s so funny? I’m not even attracted to Sam, but I thought he was attracted to me, so I thought what the hell? If I can’t have what I really crave, I’ll take what I can get, right? I’ll give it a shot, what have I got to lose? Turns out a lot.”

“Sam doesn’t know what he’s missing, but I do,” he murmured.

Y/N looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “What did you just say?”

“I know what I’m missing and I don’t want to miss out any longer,” Dean confessed. “I want to be your best friend and your shoulder to cry on. I want to be the one to make you smile and blush. I want to take care of you and protect you and love you.”

“Dean,” Y/N breathed out. She heard everything he said and her heart swelled. “You’ve been there for me through everything, including this egregious misunderstanding with your brother. You’ve been my shoulder to cry on. You’ve made me smile and blush without even knowing it. You have taken care of me and protected me and loved me. You already do all of those things. “

“Well, if I already do those things, how about I do something I haven’t done yet?” Dean smirked. She knew that look and her belly fluttered.

“Oh, yeah? What’d’ya have in mind Winchester?” she challenged.

“How about I talk dirty to you until you come untouched right here in my lap in the middle of nowhere? Filthy, lewd comments about all the things I’m going to do to you when we get home?” Dean growled, his voice a low timbre in her ear, vibrating through her body.

“Way to ruin the moment, buddy,” she muttered, trying to sound annoyed in an attempt to hide the arousal she was feeling.

“Too soon?” he chuckled.

“Hell no! Remember that part about me being starved for attention? I think there’s a motel just a few miles back,” Y/N contemplated. “I can’t wait until we get home.”

“Awesome. Let’s get outta here,” Dean scrambled to gather the blanket and cooler, stopping when he saw the look on Y/N’s face. “Honey? What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, no, we are so doing this. But...can you still do the dirty talk thing?” she blushed, slightly embarrassed for letting Dean in on one of her kinks before they even got started.

“We’ll do anything and everything you want,” Dean promised, dropping the cooler and blanket before grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her soundly. “Over and over and over. I’ve been waiting twenty years for this so I’ve had plenty of time to plan what I’m going to do with you.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Winner’s choice!” she yelled, dashing to her car in an attempt to beat him to the motel.

Dean fumbled trying to get the cooler and blanket in his car. It didn’t matter if she beat him or not. If the night went well, and he hoped it did, they’d both be winners.

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spinningsidetable · 5 years

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Gentleman: 1/3

Pairing: Octavian/Leo Valdez (leotavian)

Warning/Genre: Genre/Warning: AU, No Godly Parents, Spy Shit, Action Movie Parody, Non-Linear Story Telling, Admittedly Unhealthy Relationship, Descriptions of Violence, Dubious Consent Smooching, Sexual Situations,"Humor"

Rating: Mature

Summary: Leo has worked for the Agency for awhile now, the guy in the chair helping Agents save the world and all that, but now it seems like an actual supervillain is enamored with him.

(Notes: I'm condensing this, so long story short and all that, this isn't meant to be a healthy ideal relationship, it was born entirely out of American action movie tropes. I'm going to trust those reading this are adults and able to tell reality from fiction.)

“It’s the perfect plan!” Leo exclaimed, slamming his hand down on the blueprints in front of the group. “I know it’ll work. Because, I mean, I came up with it. When have my plans ever gone bad?”

Jason and Piper exchanged a look, as did virtually everyone else in the room, including grunts in the background working on machinery.

“I…well, let’s spitball some other thoughts, maybe?” Jason spoke slowly, as though he didn’t want to spook a small animal. Or, small Leo that was.

“Right! Let’s maybe revisit that miniature drone idea?” Piper offered, looking to some other people behind her who seemed to catch on and began nodding animatedly.

“Oh- oh, yeah! The drones!”

“That’s a good idea!”

“Great job, Leo!”

Leo’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought we already established that he had EMP devices set up around the perimeter of the base, so we can’t get in any drones, micro or otherwise.”

“Oh,” Piper’s face fell. “Well. Maybe underwater drones? I’m sure Percy could-“

Percy was sitting up on a desk behind Leo and shook his head very animatedly, throwing up a big NO with hand signs.

“Right, so, my plan is the best.” Leo said slowly, looking around the room. “Right?”

Piper bit her lip and looked pleadingly up at Jason. Hero Jason. Crime fighting, evil syndicate breaking up Hero. Leo’s best friend since freshman year of high school, Jason.

“It’s just…we’re worried about you, Leo.” Horrible liar, Jason.

“It could go wrong, really quickly.”

Leo rolled his eyes, tapping the laser pointer in his left hand against the desk. The whole presentation with slides had taken 25 minutes.

“He’s never hurt me before, Jason, come on. You know this is our best chance to get in the compound and plant the virus. This is the only way we can save those congressmen!...Or was it senators this time?”

Leo hadn't really cared one way or the other, only skimming through the documents. All he knew was he hadn’t, and wouldn't, vote for the guys.

“Is it though? Is seducing a supervillain really the best way?” Grover asked, slightly nervous. Then again, a lot of secret agents tended to have a nervous or paranoid disposition.

Leo threw his hands up, exasperated. “In this specific situation?! YES! Look, like I said, he’s never hurt me. Come on guys, I’ve always just been…the repair guy, the guy in the chair. But, this one crazy asshole seems to be in love with me, so let me do the super-secret spy shit for once! Instead of Jason, or Reyna, or Percy!”

“…But he’s not in love with you.” Annabeth said, frowning, before being shushed and chided by about five people. “What? He’s not.”

“Uhhh,” Leo paused, before he laughed incredulously. Were they all crazy? Had they met the guy?

“Yes, he is? He’s tried to capture me like…fifteen times now? He calls me all sorts of pet names in like…so many different languages? He poured me a glass of wine from the 1700’s for fucks sake!”

There was complete silence, besides a nervous cough by a soldier in the back.

“…What?”

“Don’t…you think, maybe…that’s a little suspicious?” Piper asked, her voice going down to calm soothing mode. “That the bad guy would target…you?”

Leo frowned, glancing down at himself and back up. Rude. “Why?”

“Because you’re a weak link,” Reyna huffed finally having had enough. Jason hissed something at the female captain, looking more like an upset bird more than a 6’2 blond superman.

“Shush, Grace. Look, you’re Jason’s friend. Which means you have more information on him than anyone else besides Piper. You’re also in charge of our engineering and online resources, which means taking you out of the equation is important. Plus, you probably have connections to virtually every world leader, through your contacts at the Agency. He’s not going to chance taking Piper again, not after the first time he tried to kidnap her, Jason nearly brought down half a mountain.”

The first time Jason had met Piper, the girl had discovered for herself a secretive plot to kidnap and use major film and media stars. She had broken into a closed off building she suspected was involved, high up in the alps and ended up captured. Jason (and a whole team, but mostly Jason) had been sent in to extract her. The lovestruck blond idiot fell head over heels, nearly cost them the mission, if it hadn’t been for Piper’s quick thinking. She had been part of the group ever since.

Reyna looked Leo up and down, unimpressed. She’d led a black Ops group for over half a decade now, and Leo never seemed to give proper distance and caution to herself and her team. The engineer had gotten himself high clearance just from being associated with Jason Grace. It wasn’t like he underestimated her, or treated her poorly, but the kid lived in a bubble of his own creation. Everything was at least partly a game to him. Leo was either often dangerously flippant or damn near suicidal. Or, that’s what it seemed like. If he wanted to be an Agent, he’d have to learn now. He couldn't continue to assume he and Jason could buddy cop their way through things like a bad B movie.

“You, Valdez? You’re the easy target. You have no romantic affiliation. You’re not physically strong enough to stop him; and you’re apparently extremely gullible for a smart person.”

Jason was pinching his nasal bridge by the time Reyna had finished speaking, while Piper was looking resolutely anywhere besides Leo.

Leo blinked, and opened his mouth, before closing it. “That…That’s not. No, he’s…he tells me he’s-”

“Attracted to you? No offense, but you’re far from the most attractive man on this vessel. You’re not even the most attractive gay short man in this room.”

Nico, behind Reyna seemed to connect the dots, and frowned. “Was that a compliment or-“

“Look, Leo, we appreciate the offer, really.” Piper pushed Reyna to the side slightly, shooting her a look. “But, we…should probably look for …other options, okay.?

“I’m bi,” Leo said hollowly. “I’m not gay.”

“Leo, don’t make this into something it isn’t.” Jason exhaled sharply out of his nose. “You really don’t want to have a supervillain attracted to you. I get it, the guys weird, it's confusing…look, come on, let's brainstorm something else. I'm sure you still have half a dozen other ideas.”

“You…all agree with her?” Leo shook his head, as something in his chest clenched. Did they think so little of him? “You think he’s just…trying to get information out of me? Because I’m some…naïve, weak, loveless idiot?”

No one said anything more, so Leo laughed to himself. This was like all highschool and college all over again. “Okay, wow. Fine. Whatever.”

“Leo-“ Jason started, but Leo turned to leave the ready room.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just go back to engineering. You’re right, obviously, you’re always right, aren’t you?” The door slammed behind him.

“Fuck that,” Leo hissed, stomping down the small metal corridors on the aircraft carrier. He muttered to himself the entire way, ignoring the looks he got from seamen.

“So what if I’m not…Nico, or Jason, or Percy. Maybe I’m his type?” Leo had, as far as Leo knew, never been anyone’s type, but that didn’t matter. One girl in 9th grade described him as an over eager gerbil.

"Okay, so maybe Reyna has a point, I’d be useful to his evil schemes – but that just means I’m smart! Smart is sexy, right? That’s probably a kink right, like bibliosexual or something? He probably just appreciates my abilities on multiple levels! It’s not like he only became interested in me when he found out who I was in relation to Jason!” Wait, that’s exactly what had happened, wasn’t it? Leo stopped dead in the middle of a hallway.

“Oh god, she’s right, isn’t she?” Leo stewed in his own angst for a minute, before deciding to say fuck it and just return to his room. He continued to grumble, passing by some of the same soldiers who sent him increasingly odd looks until he reached his room.

“Of course, who would be attracted to Leo Valdez? I can’t even have a singular supervillain?” He slammed that door for emphasis too.

“Well, I may know of one. Hello, passerotto mio.”

Leo froze, he unfortunately knew that voice quite well, before turning cautiously. Sure enough, a young man sat on his bed, legs crossed in a very nice black suit. He was taller than Jason, but slimmer in figure, with a head of immaculate pale blonde hair. His tone was soft and casual, but his pale blue eyes were always intense.

“Octavian,” Leo said slowly. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

Octavian stood up, nearly having to crouch in the small rooms within the aircraft carrier. He held a hand over his heart, and sighed. “I searched for you in my soul, amore, and found you here.”

“Haha. Don't make fun of me. Okay, that’s bullshit.” Leo held up a finger and pointed at the ground. “I mean, here, in my room? In the exceptionally well defended aircraft military carrier in the middle of the fucking nowhere Pacific Ocean, without anyone noticing?”

Octavian smiled, which was always a bit disturbing, because he looked slightly (understatement) manic at times.

“Maybe I’m from an underwater civilization, like Atlantis; or, maybe I have private submarine, radar shielding… and I’m sorry to tell you this, but not everyone on this ship is so…sympathetic to your friends causes.”

Bad, that was very bad, really very bad news. They had turncoats, spies. Everyone on board was in danger. Leo needed to stall the man, as best as possible. Jason or Piper would likely come to check on him after a bit.

“That’s…got to be some really good radar shielding, to hide from this ship.” Leo said slowly, leaning up against the door.

Octavian walked closer. This man had toppled small governments, created rebellions, killed politicians and businessmen. “…Want to tell me how it works?”

“Oh, I’d love to, but I’m afraid my tech knowledge isn’t anywhere near as advanced as yours, lux vitae meae.” Octavian was close enough to smell his cologne. He smelled good, he always smelled good; Leo smelled like engine grease usually. Leo didn't know anything about cologne, but Octavian’s was never overpowering, it was the kind you wanted to lean in closer to sniff, next to their body.

“I can always ask my people for the tech details. If you’d stay with me until morning, I’d love to tell you over breakfast.”

“Latin this time?” Leo’s ears were heating up, and he fanned himself. “Boy, just jumping right to it, huh?”

A small smirk tipped up the corner of Octavian’s lips, “I’d be a perfect gentleman.”

Nervous laughter bubbled up in Leo’s throat. A gentleman supervillain. Ridiculous.

“That’s…great and all,” Leo stuttered over a few words. “But…the jig is up, you know. I’m…wise to you. If you think I’m some…weak link, you’re wrong.”

Octavian’s brows furrowed just ever so slightly.

“Yeah,” Leo nodded to himself, feeling mildly emboldened in the face of death. “I’m never going to tell you anything about Jason, or any codes, or anything about my machines! You can sweet talk all you want, but I’m not that naïve!” Yes, he was. Apparently. “You can drop the act, you’re not tricking anyone.”

“Tricking you?” Octavian repeated slowly. “With….sweet talk?”

“Yup,” Leo popped the p, taking a step forward away from the door. He shoved a finger into Octavian’s chest, who looked down at it, amusement clearly growing on his face. It was a familiar look, like the first time they met.

“We both know you don’t have the hots for me. Look at me. I’m…not even the hottest short gay guy on the boat.” Leo faltered slightly, trying to repeat Reyna’s words. Would Octavian go after Nico next? Mitchell? Mitchell was kind of an asshole, so Leo hoped not. Octavian could do better- wait, he was a mass murderer.

“I see.” Octavian grabbed up Leo’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “Says who?”

Leo’s brain stopped functioning. “Buh, what wait? I-…everyone apparently?”

Octavian peppered kisses down his hand, to his fingers. “Ah, and who is everyone? When did this happen? You used to be so fiery, telling me you could never be with a man like me…Now, you believe I’m lying?”

“I-..I…” Leo’s eyes were focused on the pale hand around his own tan one. He still had dirt and grime on his hands, but that didn’t seem to matter. It never seemed to matter. In fact the more filthy Leo was, the more interested Octavian acted.

“They…told me my plan was bad…”

Octavian paused, looking Leo in the eyes. “Plan?”

“I…was going to offer myself up to you, seduce you, and then plant a virus?” Leo laughed, awkwardly trying to pull his hand back. “I’m guessing you would have just tortured and killed me, huh?”

Octavian’s eyes had dilated, and his head tilted just slightly to the side. “Seduced me? How so?”

Leo flushed. “Man, I don’t know. You know, I only have spy movies to go off of? I guess… wear something skimpy, get all up close and personal, but put off sex until I can drug you asleep? Something like that? Do they make poison lipstick, or is that just a TV comic book thing?”

Teeth nipped at Leo’s finger tip, just slightly, before Octavian answered in a rough voice. “If you think I would kill you for that, you’re very mistaken. And, while I can’t possibly object to you in less clothing, I find you quite seductive as you are.”

Leo looked down at his grungy white tank top and brown oil stained jogger type shorts. “Okay, now I’m really starting to realize how full of shit you are. Drop the act-”

He was cut off, by getting pushed against the door. Lips met his in a demanding kiss, while hips pressed against Leo’s stomach gave away the fact maybe he wasn’t so full of bullshit. Octavian was hard, not fully, but enough that butterflies in Leo’s stomach began to flutter. Leo’d never been with a man before, he’d barely been with a woman. He’d spent ages 16-23 essentially as Jason’s weird sidekick. They’d been trying to save the world for the last 3 years, and before that it was just crunch week, except if crunch week was 4 solid years. Any guy or girl around was attracted to Jason, or Piper, or Nico, or Percy, the list grew and grew as they met more and more agents.

Leo whined slightly, clenching his hands into the suit in front of him. Octavian was always such a good kisser. Leo found that out kidnapping 6#. Leo was properly distracted, playing tonsil hockey until something blasted him out of the moment.

An actual blast, that rocked the ship. The metal groaned, and creaked in a way that told Leo the ship was likely taking on water, a lot of it.

Octavian pulled back, lips flushed a lovely red, smiling like the cat that got the Canary. “Ah, well, that’s my que. You know what you said about drugging someone asleep?”

Leo paused, and frowned, and then realized. “Oh.” Ya valió madre.

In one of Octavian’s hands was a very small patch, that he had affixed to the back of Leo’s neck as he kissed him. Leo’s vision began to blur, and he felt the familiar sensation of blacking out. This was not the first time Octavian had used such a thing on him. Afterall, this was kidnapping number 16. Knock out patch was roughly kidnapping #9 which Leo didn't remember very well, besides laying in bed with a headache and Octavian massaging his temples. Leo had built up more of a tolerance since then.

“Sleep, petit souris.” Octavian’s voice became a garbled mush of noises. Leo mumbled something that sounded like 'you're French now?' before he stumbled and collapsed into open arms.

“Computers, computers,” Leo sang to himself, as he pulled out hard drives and wires. “Only an idiot doesn’t protect their computers!”

It wasn’t like it was Leo’s first time out or anything, him and Jason had already taken on some serious nasty pieces of work, but this was their first real mission together. Jason had been roped into the Agency a year and a half ago, but Leo was left sitting in an office. Of course, the Agency had excellent offices. Nice chairs, some nice pieces of tech, coffee stations. But, it was getting boring, just surveying cameras, talking to Jason and other Agents over comms. Leo had wanted action, so when some freak that called himself Octavian (real name unknown) captured a good sized law firm in the heart of New York city, he jumped at the chance.

Most of the bad guys and Agents fighting were in another part of the building; Leo wasn’t trained for any of that really, but he was trained to take down any computers, networks, and surveillance the dastardly bastard had set up. A couple Agents were at the look out, keeping Leo covered as he went to work. They were the strong silent type, probably, didn’t want to talk to Leo much. Because of duty, and honor. Definitely not because they thought he was annoying.

“You know,” Leo pulled out a screwdriver from his toolbelt, “you should really let me make some customizations to your weapons. Sure, they’re good, but they could be so much better.”

“I’m sure they’d appreciate the thought,” a voice said behind Leo. That was not Hank or Sam, Leo realized, and scrambled to his feet.

A blond man stood at the doorway, his body posture was relaxed, but his expression was anything but. Hank, one of the Agents, slid down the wall, throat bloody and flowing down his chest at an alarming rate.

Leo’s hands went cold, as he watched the man of the hour, Octavian, casually wipe arterial blood splatter off his cheek like it was jam.

Sam wasn’t as far gone as Hank had been, and he struggled to stand up to fight back. Octavian let out a gleeful laugh, before grabbing Hank’s gun and blasting Sam through the bottom of his chin and out the top of his skull.

“Oh, my god.” Leo whispered, stomach turning over. It wasn’t the first death he had seen, not the first dead body, but this was a small closet; Leo was right up close and personal. A piece of Sam landed on Leo’s boots.

“You…came! Octavian, sir, I was captured!” Leo gasped out, coming to his senses. “I’m so glad to see you! I thought those…Agency bastards would kill me!”

Octavian had taken a moment to grab up personnel information from the fallen Agents, but at Leo’s voice, he zeroed in on the shorter man. The same expression that had been on Octavian’s face when he killed Sam came back full force.

“Try again.”

Leo gulped, holding up his hands. “I’m the computers guy! I swear! They trapped me in here when I came to check on the servers they had already started to destroy!”

Octavian held up Hank’s gun and cocked it. “Last chance, pieni rotta.”

Leo momentarily forgot his fear as he full grimaced. “Yo, man, did you just call me a rotten penis? What even language was that?”

Octavian looked more amused, shrugging a shoulder, but tilted the gun back and forth in a lazy manner. “Tic toc, tic toc.”

Leo’s shoulders dropped, “what answer would keep you from blasting my brains out?”

Octavian actually seemed to think about it. “Well, you’re obviously tech savy, otherwise you wouldn’t be here - that could always be useful, however if you’re too high ranking you become a target – too low, I have no use for you.”

Leo grinned, clapping his hands together. “That’s like, so convenient, you have no idea! Because, I am, in reality, a moderately high level engineer! Like, perfect level of useful enough not to kill immediately! I’m so glad we sorted this out. In fact, you don’t even have to torture me!”

Octavian holstered the gun with a nod. Holy shit, had that actually worked?

“Good try. Now, who are you actually? We can have this conversation civilly.”

No, of course not. Leo snorted. “Well, aren’t you the gentleman.”

A crackle from Leo’s comms kicked in, as Jason’s voice came through. “Leo! You need to evacuate immediately! I repeat. Evacuate immediately!”

“Leo,” Octavian pronounced slowly, deeply, to the point it felt nearly invasive. “You’re Leo Valdez? I’d heard of you, of course, but I had no idea…”

Leo, tight lipped and clench jawed, lifted the comm to his mouth. “NOT A GREAT TIME, JASON. OVER.”

Then he turned back to Octavian. “Yeah, well, I’ve made a point to remove myself from anything trackable. Plus, the Agency didn’t want to let me off leash until today. Obviously, I'm just too dangerous. Five foot two inches of Rambo.”

“How is your first experience in the field?” Octavian asked casually, seemingly playing along.

“Oh,” Leo shrugged a shoulder. “You know. Started off okay, tons of bacon at the buffet, then we broke into this building to save a bunch of rich white guys in suits. Now, an even whiter guy slash possible supervillain is holding me hostage. Also, I’ve got brains from a guy on my shoes. It is what it is.”

Octavian’s expression, inexplicably, softened slightly from a 13 on the Murdery scale, to…maybe a 4?

“You amuse me, schattig mechanic. If we were under better circumstances, I’d love to take you out. Do you like Italian?”

“Why? Are you Italian?”

“Very possibly, or maybe not.”

“Well, you know, you’re kind of hot in a scary way, so I’d probably take you up on that. I get out like…never.” Leo questioned if he should be flattered or not, or what the fuck a schattig was. Didn't sound Italian. Something Nordic maybe?

“But, again, guys brains on my shoe.”

“You really seem stuck on the shoe thing.”

“Much like the grey matter on my shoe.”

“I’ll get you a new pair,” Octavian, stepped aside from the doorway as more men showed up. Not Leo’s men.

“But, first, I’m afraid little kiniun…you’ll be coming with me.”

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