26. Massage Fic + 70. Locked in a Room + 89. First Time
from fanfiction trope mash-up prompts here
some VERY OLD prompt fills I never got around to finishing! im talking like 3 years old. better late than never? this fic has a similar conceit to this one I posted last year, but it’s not like newt and hermann aren’t probably quarantining themselves constantly after lab accidents LMAO. sexy/not SFW stuff under cut
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“Mandatory isolation,” Newton says. “This blows.”
Hermann says nothing, choosing instead to aggressively turn a page in his book. He’s already said plenty to Newton on the subject, and he doesn’t imagine anything he has to say now will provide any new insights, or indeed even be moderately politer. Newton has—really, really—royally screwed things up this time. More than anything he has before. Hermann finds his anger over it all to be quite righteous, really. “Hm,” he hums instead. He turns another page.
“One whole week,” Newton says. “Locked in, nothing to do…”
Hermann grits his teeth. Truthfully, the book is for show, and for the excuse to ignore Newton, but it’s very hard to pretend to concentrate on it when Newton won’t stop talking to him. It’s especially irritating considering Newton is saying absolutely nothing of value. Then again, when is he ever? “Is there something you’re trying to say to me?” Hermann says.
Newton shakes his head. He’s playing with one of the little stress toys he keeps in his desk (a large foam strawberry), squeezing it over and over. “Oh, nothing. Just trying to make small talk.”
One whole week, locked inside the laboratory after one stupid little mistake meant Newton’s scalpel slipped where it shouldn’t have on his kaiju sample. One whole week of bloody self-isolation to make sure they don’t…infect the Shatterdome with anything they might’ve picked up in the resulting explosion. Not even a day in and Newton is already acting up. Kaiju withdrawal, perhaps, having been explicitly forbidden from working on any new samples until their containment passes. Squeeze. Squeeze. Hermann flips another page in his book. Newton clears his throat. “I know you’re not actually reading that,” he says.
“Aren’t I?” Hermann says.
Newton tosses the foam strawberry in the air with one hand and catches it with the other. “Tell me one thing that’s happened so far in it. Actually—tell me the title.”
“The title,” Hermann says, “is—”
“And no peeking,” Newton says.
This stumps Hermann. He slams the cover shut and makes to chuck the whole thing at Newton’s head, but decides better of it. He could get written up for workplace violence or some rubbish of that sort. Plus, without access to medical until the end of the week, Hermann would be the one who had to tend to any resulting wounds. Not worth it. “Fine,” he says. “I’m not reading it. Are you pleased, now that you have my undivided attention?”
Squeeze. “I guess,” Newton says. He smiles at Hermann. “Want me to suck your dick?”
This the last thing Hermann expects to hear. He startles; he blushes; he stammers; he nearly falls off his chair. Surely he must’ve misheard Newton—or, if he didn’t, surely Newton is teasing him. Newton has never done anything of that sort to Hermann before. Nor has he ever offered. It’s simply not how their relationship works. “I,” he says. “What?”
“Do you want a blowjob?” Newton says. So Hermann didn’t imagine it. “I just thought, since we’re both stuck here and bored as shit, may as well have some fun. People tell me I’m pretty good at it.”
“Good at—what?” Hermann says.
“At sucking dick,” Newton says. “Obviously.”
Hermann wonders what the appropriate response here is. Certainly he would like nothing more than to take Newton up on the offer and forget all his annoyances for a few wonderful minutes, or rather, to take his annoyances out on Newton’s never-ceasing mouth. If Newton’s offer is serious, Hermann is sure such an acceptance would be welcome. If Newton is not serious—if he means it as a joke—it could only lead to humiliation for Hermann. Something for Newton to hold over his head for the rest of the week. Hermann really thought Newton would suck him off? But the temptation of getting Newton’s mouth on him is too much for Hermann to resist, and he really is quite bored: he nods, shyly, and legs his legs part open an inch.
Newton grins.
He tosses his stress toy to his desk and gets down on his knees in front of Hermann with an admirable speed. Not saying a word, he settles his hand on Hermann’s thigh, then creeps his fingers along Hermann’s right inseam. “I bet it’ll make you feel better,” he says. “It’s gonna make me feel better. When’s the last time someone blew you, Hermann?” He fixes his eyes on the vee of Hermann’s parted legs, where the fabric of his trousers is tightening none-too-subtly at the mere notion of what Newton is offering. Hermann makes a weak show of closing them. He swallows a few times.
“I don’t, ah—I don’t remember.” Newton’s wandering fingers stop just before where Hermann wants them most, then skip over to the left side. “A few months. Years. Newton, I must—must ask—why are you…?”
Newton shrugs, and begins rubbing circles across Hermann’s inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking about how to get you to stop being pissed at me all day, and honestly, this seemed like it would work. Pretend it’s an apology or something. Man, Hermann, you’re tense.”
“You have no one to thank for that but yourself,” Hermann says. He shuts his eyes with a groan when Newton squeezes his left thigh like it’s his bloody stress toy. “By Jove, Newton, that feels marvelous.”
“Tense,” Newton says. “I told you. You don’t need a blowjob, dude, you need a goddamn massage.” He braces a hand on each of Hermann’s thighs and begins to work them over—clumsily, since (for all his skills in human biology) Newton is hardly a masseuse, but far better than anything Hermann could do all the same. Hermann sinks lower in his seat and muffles another embarrassing noise behind his hand. “Luckily, though,” Newton says, “I’m gonna give you both, because I’m an awesome lab partner. Let me know if something starts to hurt.”
Newton begins to focus his efforts on Hermann’s left leg, avoiding his knee at first, and then tentatively working his fingers over it as well. Hermann wonders if Newton can feel the scar tissue beneath his fingertips, or if Hermann’s trousers are acting as buffer enough for it. Hermann begins to sag in his chair. He feels positively boneless. He also feels that if Newton does not move those fingers (or, better yet, and as promised, his mouth) to his rapidly-stiffening prick soon, he’ll positively burst. “You enjoying yourself?” Newton says.
“Mm,” Hermann says. “Though, Newton—I don’t mean to be impolite, as I’m awfully grateful for this, but…”
Newton laughs, and with a final parting squeeze to Hermann’s leg, moves those lovely fingers to Hermann’s belt buckle and fly instead. “I got you, man.”
Hermann opens his eyes (not fancying missing this) and watches with bated breath as Newton draws down his trousers to settle comfortably at Hermann’s knees. He nearly blushes at the sight of his white boxer briefs, not just for their plainness, but for how badly they hide how wet his prickhead is already. Newton must feel Hermann’s eyes on him; he shoots Hermann a wink, and, not breaking eye contact, leans forward to press a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Hermann through his briefs.
Immediately Hermann clamps a hand down over his mouth to keep from shouting. He feels Newton laugh again, a vibration that thrums in the pit of Hermann’s stomach, and he pushes his hips eagerly up towards Newton’s mouth. Newton darts his tongue out this time, dampening the fabric of Hermann’s briefs further. Then he tucks their elastic waistband down below Hermann’s prick. “I didn’t expect it to look like this,” he says, and grazes his thumb idly across the head. He pulls it away sticky, and Hermann whimpers.
He moves his hand from his mouth long enough to say, “Have—have you thought about it often, then?” He means it teasingly—to regain some ground from Newton, some sliver of self-respect—but his voice trembles, and Newton’s grin returns with a certain lasciviousness to it that it’d not held before, and Hermann knows he’s merely given Newton more ammunition. He licks Hermann’s precum off his thumb. Hermann shivers.
“Oh, sure,” Newton says. “I jerk off thinking about your dick all the time.” He flicks his tongue over Hermann and makes a satisfied little noise, his eyelashes fluttering. He leaves another sucking kiss further down Hermann’s prick. Then another back up at the top. His fingers (Hermann notices vaguely, as if through a heavy fog) have begun rubbing soothingly at Hermann’s left hip. Hermann can only take so much: when Newton finally gets his whole mouth on him, two pink lips circling just under his head, Hermann grips blindly at Newton’s hair and comes down Newton’s throat with a muffled grunt. He feels Newton choke, but swallow it all down.
“I’m sorry,” he gasps, when he finally finds himself able to speak. “I ought—ought to have warned you.”
But Newton merely wipes his smug little mouth on the cuff of his sleeve and waves Hermann off. “I’m just that awesome, huh?” he says. He gently tucks Hermann back into his briefs, then does up his trousers. “It’s cool. It was pretty hot, actually.” Once he finishes looping Hermann’s belt, he stands and stretches his arms above his head with a groan. “Hey, you want some coffee?”
“Coffee?” Hermann says, dizzily.
“Yeah, I was gonna brew a pot,” Newton says. “Get the taste out of my mouth and everything.”
Hermann blinks at him. Newton’s rather thrown him for a loop. Aren’t these sorts of things meant to be reciprocated? Hermann didn’t mean to assume—but he really was looking forward to the chance to, er, give Newton a similar favor. Very much looking forward to it. “That’s it, then?” he says.
“We have six days to go, dude,” Newton says. “No need to rush anything, right? We can work on your,” he smirks, “endurance after lunch.”
“Oh,” Hermann says. He considers it. “Coffee would be nice, then.”
By the time he hits thirty-three, Dean’s given up on the apple pie life, accepting that a serious relationship isn’t in the cards for him. But when he meets Cas everything falls into place. Now he’s happily married, hopelessly in love, and they’re about to buy their first home together. It almost feels too good to be true.
It turns out it is. His world comes crashing down when he wakes to find that he’s been a subject in a virtual reality simulation gone wrong. All the years he thought he spent with Cas were actually experienced in less than a week. And when he gets out, Cas is nowhere to be found and nobody has heard of him. Ignoring the possibility that Cas may not be real, Dean sets out to find him and convince him that it’s worth giving Dean — and their relationship — a shot in the real world.
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i feel STRONGLY.... iruka’s literally such an important character and its so crackheaded that he gets paid DUST in shippuden like the fact that people have the audacity to think of jiriaya or kakashi as more integral figures to naruto’s life is literally insane.... i could not think of a more important character to naruto’s story other than maybe sasuke.... the thing is that iruka literally wasn’t even particularly cruel to naruto, he just treated him like any other student in the beginning!! but like SCREAMS when he takes that big ass shuriken to the back for naruto and he apologizes to naruto, crying for him oh my god im tearing up just thinking about it because in this ENTIRE village of useless scummy fuckers iruka’s the ONLY person in the whole series to ever apologize to naruto for how he’s treated!!!!!!!!!!! iruka getting over the hatred he has towards the kyuubi for killing his parents and being able to see naruto for who he is and be the first person to extend genuine kindness towards naruto, to risk his life because he understands naruto and sees what no one else will in him i just . SCREAMS I LOVELOVELOVE IRUKA SOOOOO MUCH THE SERIES WOULD LITERALLY BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IF IRUKA WASN’T THERE TO GIVE NARUTO THAT EMPATHY AND KINDESS. it makes me SO mad that he gets DUST in shippuden like other than killer bee acknowledging that iruka’s important to naruto iruka gets NOTHING while we lick kakashi’s toes like UUUGHHHHHH....
All the people I ship romantically with this character
eye..... gai and kakashi ................. i guess .......... but liek i’ll keep it absolutely real i don’t care about either of them that much LOL i ship them w iruka but it’s more about iruka like if i could dropkick kakashi out of all the art he’s in with iruka and take his place and treat iruka right myself i would. i jus wanna see my man happy T__T
My non-romantic OTP for this character
oh him and naruto umino-uzumaki household all fucking DAY baby!!!!!!!!!! literally i can’t stand that his and naruto’s relationship like other than iruka buying naruto ramen just like... comes to a halt after shippuden like it’s so unrealistic that we just stop seeing them interact point blank period??? because iruka really treated naruto so fondly and like when i remember that iruka was canonly up worrying his ass off (rightly so LOL) when naruto was in the land of waves i jus ;W; because you could not have a more tender relationship, like the MEANING of it all. iruka sees himself in naruto and lmfaoo considering all the trash ass comparisons that happen in this stupid manga he’s probably the only adult in the whole series who actually rightly sees himself in a younger character and he ACTS RIGHT ABOUT IT..... he’s really the only adult that ever actually cared for naruto and i love their relationship and bond so sosososososo much i loove thinking about them and how iruka’s so young but he’s jus basically got a kid now. and you know what? it slaps
My unpopular opinion about this character
THE FACT PEOPLE TAKE LIKE... FILLER.... AS AN EXCUSE TO HATE IRUKA LMFAOOOOOOOOO. LIKE THE HATE IRUKA GETS IS SO COMPLETELY DUMBLY UNFOUNDED LIKE ITS FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON AT ALL OTHER THAN???? RACISM ??? I DONT KNOW??? THE WAY PEOPLE JUS DISLIKE HIM FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING??? its so SCHEWPID like folks will genuinely watch one episode of filler where iruka smacks naruto upside the head and be like oh... he’s so awful and abusive.... and then they’ll check the time and hurry off for suckle kakashi’s nuts o clock. literally iruka should be one of THE most loved characters in the fandom like the way people make eyes at itachi and obito and kakashi is how we should be adoring iruka jus no one here has TASTE and also i literally go feral when i remember kishi saying he wishes he put iruka in more scenes i cant STAND EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SERIES AND ITS FANDOM
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
i wish he had more scenes jus in general because overall i really like iruka’s canon personality in pt 1 and pt 2 :( like seeing him with naruto is jus so enjoyable but oh we can absolutely scrap that shit in the light novels where iruka’s like “aahhh narutos getting married. man im lonely” like what the fuck kind of clown shit LOL? ig one thing i would have really liked is if iruka’s proficiency for sealing was expanded on? like honestly no one in konoha knows fuck shit about naruto’s seal when jiraiya isn’t around and it’s a little aggravating. oh ANNDDD i think that iruka should have been the one to jump in and save naruto during the pein fight sorry hinata but like idk how iruka could NOT ??
also very vaguely inspired by an anon prompt: Dean & Cas roleplaying ABO fic 👌
A short rap on the door, and then it opens. “Mr. Winchester?” the doctor says as he walks in, eyes on the tablet in his hands.
“Hey, doc,” Dean says, pasting on a smile. “Not gonna bullshit you. I got something, uh, stuck.”
“I’m Dr. Novak.” The doctor holds his hand out and Dean awkwardly shakes from his place on the exam table, laid out gingerly on his side. “What is stuck and where?”
“A, uh — toy,” Dean says, and he blushes, despite insisting to himself he wouldn’t. “In my ass.”
Dr. Novak arches an eyebrow. “What kind of toy exactly?”
“Jesus, an adult toy. It’s a dildo with — it has an inflatable — I got the knot stuck, ok?”
Dr. Novak looks at Dean’s unlaced boots, his bare legs, the blanket wrapped around his bottom half. “Do you mind if I take a look?”
“Let’s get it over with.”
“How long has it been?” Dr. Novak asks as he circles the table.
Dean stops clenching the blanket so Cas can draw it off him. The air is cold enough to raise goosebumps across his asscheeks. “Long enough to be pretty fuckin’ uncomfortable,” Dean says. “Maybe an hour and a half.”
“How large is it?”
Dean resists covering up his face, just glad he’s facing away so Cas can’t see his cheeks flaming red. “Maybe — lemon-sized?”
“Ah.” Dr. Novak steps away to the sink, washes his hands, puts on gloves, pulls things out of the cabinet.
“It’s supposed to, you know. Deflate.”
“I would presume so,” Dr. Novak says. “May I touch you? The lubricant might be cold.”
“Go for it.”
There are a lot of people out in the world who have slicked their fingers up with lube to touch Dean’s ass, and most of those situations were highly enjoyable. This? Not so much.
“Relax for me,” Dr. Novak says.
“I’m trying, dude.”
“What was the last movie you saw?” Dr. Novak says, still prodding.
“My friend made me see the one with the gay parasite.”
“It’s a symbiote,” Dr. Novak says. “How do you define gayness in an alien species without human gender?”
Dean tamps down a laugh. Dr. Novak says something about Captain America. With the distraction of his blasphemous opinions about Tony Stark, Dean doesn’t even notice Dr. Novak working. “Breathe, and bear down.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dean says as it pops out.
“How do you feel?” Dr. Novak says.
“Like a moron for buying a cheap-ass toy off of Amazon. Trash it, for the love of god.”
Dr. Novak laughs and tosses it into the bin. “Yes, I’d be happy to offer my recommendation.”
Dean pulls the blanket back around him and sits up. “Oh yeah?”
“It so happens that I’m a wolf,” Dr. Novak says, cheeks flushing but not flinching from Dean’s gaze.
Dean’s mouth falls open.
“You should take some time to recover, of course. Perhaps avoid penetration for several days.”
“So — I’ll be cleared for take-off by next weekend?”
@robotsnchicks responded to me on this post. I’m making a new post since talking in notes is very limiting. ;)
... I've realized from reading various responses to this that part of this is simply that my fandom experience is mostly in other fandoms and I am realizing that the spn fandom is quite different in some ways. I was surprised by the way challenges seem to be viewed as belonging to the mods and understanding that viewpoint goes a long way to me understanding the situation here. My fandom experience had been challenges that were seen more as belonging to the community with mods that changed but challenges that didn't, so part of my frustration was just coming from a place of not understanding this community I think. I do agree that our fandom is splintering and regret any part I had in pushing that along
You know, I think that the closest thing we’ve to community challenge is DCBB which was created by destiel writers who were frustrated with SPNJ2 Big Bang. That was a community effort. And for a longest time DCBB was the main challenge for destiel writers, plus SPNJ2 BB and SPN Reverse Bang. I know there have been things like DC Happy Endings, DC Ever After, some other destiel themed challenges but they never moved past second year. Like, there’s been a lot of challenges that went on for a year or two. I don’t know if we can say that they belonged to community tho because they all faded out. Which means that when mods left, the challenge didn’t survive. I don’t want to say that challenges belong to mods, but they really, really depend on mods. See how Harlequin challenge is being brought back now because some people wanted to do it, not because destiel community demanded it. I think Harlequin challenge exists in other fandoms as well? So, in that case we can talk how certain challenges are more a community thing since they are not tied to a certain fandom. Still, they happen only when and if there are people who want to do it. I agree that a lot of challenges survive because mods change, but, a lot of challenges also don’t survive. And if the challenge is poorly organised, participants suffer the most.
Tropefest is a bit different because it was one of the first tumblr based destiel challenges that were created by two well known fans, Jojodacrow and Museaway in 2016. IIRC, it was born out of frustration with the old, LJ based DCBB. I think the name was also their idea, there was no Tropefest in any other fandoms at that time? Unlike Big Bangs and Reverse Bangs that are main challenges in most fandoms. I’m wondering now how many angry folks now remember Jojo’s weekly Destiel roundup (2015-2016) that was specifically meant to promote recently posted fics, long and short, popular authors and newbies. Like, Jojo has gone above and beyond to promote new destiel authors. And then created a challenge geared towards more experienced authors. So yes, in this case we can say that this one, recent and small challenge belongs to them until they decide to invite new mods. Or not invite new mods. After all, there’s no riot in 2018 when they skipped doing it while fandom was having a gamut of new challenges springing up like mushrooms after rain. I see people arguing about elitism and keeping out writers but, there’s 48 fics (17+31) in Tropefest 2016 & 2017 collections when folks applied without invitations. That’s hardly a major fandom challenge. I feel for people who were seriously planning to participate in Tropefest this year, but again. This is not the only challenge.
So, what shocked me about this backlash is that people really ignored the core problem, harassment, and completely missed the nuance - Tropefest is not the main fandom challenge, that’s DCBB. If the mods would have proposed these kind of changes to DCBB, we would be having completely different conversation. It is possible that this outburst has it’s roots in general frustration with feedback in fandom. There’s a lot of talks about how Likes, Reblogs, Kudos and Comments are down, how fanwork creators feel discouraged to create new stuff. So, I see how this frustration could aim out towards people who suddenly took away one opportunity at getting a promo. I see it, but that doesn't mean that this outburst was directed at the right target IMO. The problem is much bigger, and basically yea, destiel fandom is shrinking and splintering, fans read less fic, talk less about fic, fans move to other fandoms. Fans went on blocking spree and now, even if they do promote something, half of the time people can’t reblog it. I think it is pretty telling that a year after DFF became archive, there’s still no other big, reader oriented fic rec blog. We can talk all we want about how things will always happen in fandom because someone will always do it, but that’s not true. Now, all main destiel fic promo sites are modded by fic writers. Which is great, but you gotta admit that fan involvement is down.
I may sound real sore about this topic, but I’ve experienced this a lot as a DFF mod - the moment mods are behind an URL that doesn't look like a private blog, we are regarded as fandom employees. Suddenly we are turned into some kind of outsiders who are expected to service fandom and accept all demands. And somewhere with this sense of entitlement comes the idea that mods really don’t matter. That everyone can be a mod and the challenge or the fic rec blog will keep producing the same content no matter who is behind the URL. So, we have this strange situation when people want to enjoy the quality content they have come to expect from destielfanfic (or Tropefest), but somehow they think that mods are easily replaceable. I can’t tell you how much it hurt to see a post calling for DFF mod change after we posted our post 12x23 Castiel post which was interpreted as destiel hate. The OP literally said that DFF is an important fandom hub, but those pesky mods should leave and let other ppl to continue the blog. I feel that the same thing happened to jojo now, Now matter how much time and effort she has devoted to promoting destiel writers, it doesn’t matter because she did this one tiny thing to make life easier for her. This mentality that puts fandom above an individual completely ignores the fact that there’s no fandom without individuals. Fandom is a voluntary place. We are here, or we move to another place.
robotsnchicks replied to your post “Oh c’mon tumblr. My dash just goes from a few minutes ago to 5 hours...”
Ahhhh I thought it was just me. Lovely
As usual, xkit helps. If you open one of the few posts you see before the skip (the very last didn’t work for me, the second-to-last did) on an individual page and then click on the “view on dashboard” extension button, it lets you see more posts from the correct order. Then repeat until you get tired of it I guess...?
