akadeko

[akadeko]

Supermarket Romance: Cocoa and Painkillers (Christmas Special)

Modern! Demetrian Titus x Gn! Reader

MDNI

W: Ableist Language (From Titus), Friends with feelings, NSFW (Masturbation), Imagine this takes place after the event of chapter 6 (You'll see why), Age gap, Doing Holiday Stuff

If you want to buy me a Ko-fi

Taglist: @kingmagnificolover @garlickedbreads @eliferraris @justeverythingnothingelse @absent-still @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lichkingofangmar @hatsubara-8chan @riokunova @sk-3-tch @futtorliya @missmannequin

The colder months wrecked Titus' body. He didn't particularly enjoy the snow or the rain as it made his joints stiffen and his muscles tighten uncomfortably. Steroid injections were a no-go for him as he was on too many different mediations to allow for the use of them so he had to make do with painkillers. During his service he made sure to rub muscle cream on his body as often as he could, hoping that the cream would help ease the pain in his body, and then take 2 to 3 painkillers to truly numb himself. It made working bearable when based up north in a country that knew only snow and cold weather but when he had the opportunity, he would clamor at the chance to be sent somewhere with nothing but desert and dust storms, at least there he knew his body wouldn't complain.

The cold was not the only thing he disliked either. The holidays, especially Christmas, were hard on him too. He had to make plans to avoid people in his apartment complex or to minimize interactions with coworkers when he had to come into the office. Christmas was a loud affair. He knew that it would mean crowded drive-thru's, crowded streets, and stores. It would mean that his senses would be bombarded with all the lights and decorations that would be put out. He would avoid it as much as possible when deployed but indulged some of his men if they had the time to even set up a tree or make a meal.

Guilliman had called him, asking him if he had already put up his tree, and when he revealed he hadn't, Guilliman sent him his own tree and forced him to decorate it. He did put up lights and some charms but he refused to plug it in so that it lit up. Titus sometimes found himself staring at the unlit tree thinking about how many Christmases he had with his parents and the pile of presents he used to get from Santa Claus. There was a joy in the memory but it began to grow clouded by the ones where he spent them alone in his office filling paperwork detailing brothers who were killed in action. To say that this was his least favorite time of the year was an understatement.

He shook the memory away and instead looked down at his phone. Calgar and he had been texting all day, happy wishes and promises to meet for the New Year's were exchanged. Calgar and he did exchange gifts, even if neither one of them was a big fan of the holiday. His former superior sent him a gift card with a new notebook and pen from a brand he barely knew how to pronounce. It looked expensive and when questioned why he would spend so much money on a book and pen, Calgar responded with, "You're terrible at making notes for yourself but you were always great at documenting." It was a true enough statement but it still made Titus nauseous at the idea of how much money was spent. Titus in exchange got Calgar a bottle of his favorite alcoholic drink and a gift card for a store the man frequented. It wasn't anything big but it did make it so Titus' guilt for being avoidant dissipated. His parents had also sent him gifts but he didn't dare open them. There was usually a letter attached to them and he was scared to see what it said.

He didnt know what to do with the rest of his night. He didn't feel like cooking and the heated pad he had placed on his knee felt too nice to remove. He was planning on ordering takeout but he got a call from you as he was looking at the menu from a restaurant he frequented. He answered your call, wondering why you would be calling him so late, but also because your were calling him instead of texting him.

"Hello?" He asked tentatively.

"Hi, Titus! Merry Christmas!" You greeted him.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Y/n." Your enthusiasm was contagious. A fluttering feeling in his stomach came back and so did a smile that he hadn’t taken notice of.

"I was calling to ask if you felt comfortable with me dropping your gift by your house or if you wanted to meet up some other day so I can give it to you?"

"Gift?" He questioned.

"Yeah, i got you something.”

"That's very considerate of you, but you didn't have to-" He tried explaining himself but you cut him off before he could finish.

"Nonsense. We're friends and everyone deserves a little something for the holidays." You exclaimed.

"I-" he didn’t know what to say. He was actually left without words. It was considerate of you but he hadn’t gotten you anything for the holiday as he didn't know this was something you were planning on doing.

"Oh shit, were you busy? I'm sorry.” You apologized.

"No, not at all. I was just- I'm at home wondering what to do for the day and I was doing nothing of importance." He tried reassuring.

"In that case, we should go to the city's downtown area! There's so much going on over here. They even installed an ice skating rink in the main plaza!"

"Oh, uh... sure. Do you want to meet there?" He asked, his heart started beating faster in his chest at the suggestion of spending time alone with you.

"I'm already here! I'll see you when you get here then!" You bid him goodbye before hanging up.

Titus groaned as he got up from his bed. His leg felt better but he still made sure to put more weight on his uninjured leg. He began getting dressed and put on as many layers of clothes as he could. He wore a thick turtle neck with a coat on top and a scarf around his neck to keep warm. He grabbed his wallet and keys from his coffee table and was about to open his front door before he stopped himself. His cane sat laying by the front door and he contemplated leaving it before just grabbing it and leaving in a hurry.

Ice and snow covered everything, making it a nerve-racking drive to the city center. When he finally reached the location you had sent him and made sure to give himself to decompress and relax in his car. He needed to mentally prepare himself for the assault on his senses as the lights of the gaudy decorated homes and plaza assaulted his senses. He took deep breaths in before he got out of the car. He walked over to the center of the plaza where an ice rink had been erected and spotted you standing by the wall watching the skaters.

"Y/n, it's good to see you." He looked at you from head to toe. You looekd adorable bundled up in later of clothing.

"Titus! Im glad you could make it. Do you want to look around the stalls, do a little bit of window shopping to pass the time before i give you your gift?" You asked.

"Why not give me the gift now?" He jokingly asked, a smile already making its way on his face.

"It'll ruin the magic of it." You teased. You smiled back at him, and grabbed his hand before leading him towards the stalls.

These mini stores had a variety of items. Some of them containing trinkets to fill out space, others having food, and others specialized gifts. Titus and you looked at items, some of them being more interesting than others. You caught him looking at a stall selling knifes and old military memorabilia. He picked up what looked like an old knife with a leather sheath. He inspected it for a moment before putting it down again, looking away from the stall entirely. You waited for him to walk towards the next stall before grabbing the knife and buying it. You placed it in your pocket and followed Titus again.

This continued, eventually, the two of you ended up with Santa hats that he had bought for the both of you. He had handed it over, a slight blush on his face as he admitted he felt a little silly buying the hats but it was in the spirit of the holiday. You grabbed it from him and placed it on your own head before walking over to a stall selling food and placing an order. You paid for the meals as well as hot cocoa for the two of you but Titus' had a sugar substitute. Whip cream decorated the surface of the drink and as you both sipped on them while you waited for the food, you noticed some of the whipped cream made itself home on the tip of Titus's nose.

"You got a little something there." You pointed at your own nose hoping he would understand. Titus's eyes widened a little before he passed the back of his hand against his nose hoping to remove the cream. You watched him struggle to remove a splotch of whipped cream and took matters into your own hands. You took your thumb and removed the remaining cream before smiling up at him, telling him that he missed a spot.

"Oh... thank you." His eyes couldn't meet your own. He was grateful that the Santa har covered his ears as he knew that they were burning red and you would know that he was flustered. Your orders were called out and handed over. You led the way toward a row of benches that the event organizers had set out. You sat across from Titus and started discussing everything you had seen. You did most of the talking as Titus focused on eating his meal, the anxiety of being surrounded by so many people creeping in.

"If you don't mind me asking, why were you so interested in the knife at that one stall?" You asked. You took a bite out of your food as Titus directed his eyes at you, surprise evident on his face.

"The military knife?" He said, covering his mouth as he finished chewing his food.

"Yeah."

"It looked like an old military knife." This was new information to you. He never spoke about his family or he rarely referenced them in passing, "My father had one in his collection when i was growing up. It just looked familiar." This spiked your interest.

"Was he a collector?"

"He still is, though I do not know if to the same extent. He believed preserving items of the sort was useful and taught us something of value." He explained. You must have looked surprised as he let out a chuckle before taking a sip of his drink.

"He sounds like an interesting type." You joked.

"I will have to agree with your statement. He was a Sergeant in the military, devoted to his work, very much a mentor and a leader. He inspired me to enlist." You couldn’t see it but there was a melancholy feeling in his words.

"Oooh, that explains a lot." There was a pregnant pause in the conversation. Neither you or him wanted to continue speaking though you tried to find an opening to start it again.

"Thats how i got my leg injury." He blurts out. You look at him and then at his cane.

"Did he know about the injury? Or..." Your voice trailed off as you redirected your eyes to him. A sadness that wasn’t there finally appeared in his features.

"He knew. My mother knew. A few colleagues and friends as well. They visited when i was recovering." His leg began to bounce under the table, anxiety beginning to creep in as he explained himself.

"I hope you dont mind me asking but, are you not... close to your parents?"

"We had some differences that we couldn't over come. We havent spoken since i was discharged." All of sudden, Titus feels like he’s out of breath. He shoves food into his mouth to try and hide it before speaking again.

"What were the differences?" Titus paused at your question. He looked up at you, ignoring his food a moment to inspect you.

"They wanted me to not re-sign my military contract back when I was 20. They wanted we to quit and go to school instead, settle down. I got offered a 7 year contract, signed it, I eventually ended up staying for over 20 years in service. Became a Captain, felt fullfilled. Then i.." He paused, taking a sip of water before sighing and looking back at you again, "Then i was hurt in an explosion and i was medically discharged. Now my biggest struggle in life is climbing stairs and socializing instead of paperwork." He tried to joke but you could hear the sadness in his words.

"How come you didn't... why not let your friends help you when you knew you needed help?" You didn't want to come off judgemental, but you questioned him anyway. It sounded like he had a support system like there were people, including his parents who wanted to help him but you didn't have the full story.

"I spent my life helping others. I knew I wasn't invisible but I didn't think I would ever become... this." Titus explained. "I didn't know that being crippled would come with all of these new conditions and routines. I thought I would find my end in the heat of war." His tone grew bitter as he spoke. Anger, sadness, resentment evident in his face as he tried to not lethis emotions get ahold of him.

"How did you come to terms with all of this?" You redirected.

"I didn't. I still struggle. I sometimes refuse to use my cane or my leg brace even though I know I need them. I'm stubborn, Y/n." Titus lamented. You looked at him, waiting to see if he would say anything else before reaching out and holding is fisted hand. You looked for his eyes, finally meeting those the pretty blue eyes you couldn't stop thinking about even after you would leave his presence.

"Well, i hope you know that you can reach out to me. No questions asked, you don't even have to explain. I'll be there." You offered, squeezing his hand in the process.

"No questions asked?" Titus questioned.

"None." You reiterated. You both cleared out the bench and began walking over to his car. He offered you a ride but you turned it down in favor of walking, you still thanked him for the offer. You pulled out a box from from your bag, tape keeping the lid closed.

"Merry Christmas, Titus." You handed the gift box over to him, telling him to open it when he got home. He smiled down at the box before thank you.

As he drove away he snuck short glances at the gift box you had given him which was sitting in the passenger seat. The red-striped box had a green ribbon sitting on top of it with a small card reading, ‘From: Y/N, To: Demetrian Titus’ followed by a drawing of a blueberry. He couldn’t stop the smile that grew on his face. A gift from you meant so much and yet he didn’t know what was in it. What could it be? Maybe you had gotten his another leg sleeve. Maybe it was an attachment for his cane. It was big enough to fit large items like a tablet or even folded clothing, so whatever its contents were, they were still a mystery to him.

As he arrived to his apartment he made sure to park carefully before putting on his breaks and turning his engine off. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the box, irrational thoughts of possible horrors that the box may contain flashed in his mind. He slowly opened the box, prying the tape off one by one before removing the lid to look inside. Decorative paper filled the box but in the very center was not what he was expecting. A small glass object, frame, contained what he couldn’t only say was a true piece of art. One of your drawings laid flat in a glass frame, his likeness captured and placed on paper by your talented hands once again blessed his eyes. There he was, wrinkled and scarred, his face in a joyful expression looked back at him with an addition of yourself including. He assumed you used the pencil to make this as the texture looked grainy and the paper wasn’t thick enough to use paint on. He loved it. It set his heart ablaze and the fluttering in his stomach into override. You captured his likeness and your own in what he could describe as tasteful. You made sure to get all of his facial scarring perfectly, even the smaller scars that have fainted with time were still there. The faint scars of an explosion that pushed shrapnel into the left side of his forehead were there, shaded in lightly to show the raised skin left behind, even the one on his cheek that he got from a bullet that had also took a chunk out of his ear was present in the drawing. His eyes began to water as he analyzed the gift further. You did such a good job at capturing him. He was about to put the drawing back into the box but he noticed something else sitting inside. The knife he had been looking at was there, wrapped in gift paper, almost like you’d hidden it on purpose.

He pressed the back of his head against his seat head cushion. He didn’t know what to do with you. You paid attention to him, to his likes and dislikes. You were considerate when many would simply just ignore him. He grabbed the box with his gifts and took it with him into his home. He placed the box on his kitchen table and made his way to his bathroom to wash up. His clothes came off in layers, all of them now feeling like too much fabric as his shower heated up the room. He cleaned himself, hoping that the fluttering feeling would go away but it didn't. It only grew worse and worse as he showered and eventually stepped out of it. He made it back to his bedroom, boxers intact as he adjusted and readjusted himself in his underwear. Once in the privacy of his own bedroom, Titus began pressing the palm of his hand against his crotch hoping that the friction he was creating was enough to relieve him. It wasn't but he enjoyed the feeling nonetheless.

His soft moans became whimpers, and his hard dick became more than that. Titus couldn't help himself, for the first time in a long time he took off his underwear and started palming at himself. He began to slowly stroke himself, his free hand finding a place on his abdomen as he pleasured himself. It was electric. He couldn't remember the last time he masturbated or felt this much pleasure in the past year. Depression having consumed him made it hard to stay erect but to also find interest in such basic pleasure.

He pumped himself slow at first and picked up speed when he imagined you being the one to stroke him. The thought at first made him jump. He shouldnt think of you in such a way, you in his bed telling him that he's being good and that he deserves this. He bucketed his hips as he thought of you pressing your mouth against he tip of his cock, leaving kisses and licking the head like it wouldn't get a reaction out of him.

He panted into the cool air of his apartment as he seemed his climax at the chant of your name. He repeated it like a prayer almost hoping that it would help get him to cum quicker. With shallow breath he jolted as he felt the once righting knot in his stomach release itself violently as his balls clenched. His cum coated his hand and abdomen as he continued to stroke himself through his orgasm, not stopping until he felt like he had been fully drained and had nothing left to give.

As he laid on his bed panting, his hand still on himself, he said your name one last time before closing his eyes and groaning. No, this wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be doing this to the thought of you, to the sound of your name. How was he going to face you when he’d see you next? How was he going to look at you and carry on a conversation like the image of you praising him and helping him relieve himself hadn’t happened.

Titus breathing was erratic as he thought about what would happen if you found out. Would you abandon him? Think he was disgusting? Would you rescind the offer you had made him about being there if he needed you? Tears began to prick at the corners of his eyes but he was too tired. His orgasm left him feeling like a loose sack of bones that he didn’t have the energy to cry. He instead wiped his hand on is discarded boxers and fell asleep. It could all wait in the morning when he had a clearer head.

[akadeko]

There's something missing here.

:)

Marisa..... Someone at capcom definitely understood the assignment. She's everything.

[akadeko]

I'll just leave it here.

Not sure how accurate this is, but I heard somewhere that ancient the roman gladiators tended to be on the chubby side, as the fat layer protected anything vital from getting stabbed in a fight.

Given that, I feel like Angron's probably rather chunky, musclechub if you will

[akadeko]

By the way, looking at the image in @pluvio-tea's original post, it immediately clicked in my mind what type of martial arts might have been meant.

Pankration. Basically MMA, but more brutal (at least its older variety from Ancient Greece).

Most things don't keep me up at night...but you know what does???

The absolute certainty that in the 40k universe, it's almost a GAURENTEE that Space Marines wrestle out of armor. Shit, they probably go full traditional and do that shit oiled up and naked and IT KEEPS ME UP AT NIGHT that the cowardly writers of GW don't write this out in full detail for everyone to enjoy.

The World Eaters had the pit back in the day, whose to say the loyalists don't have an equivalent 10k years later???

Just imagine the glistening muscle...

The grunting gasping breaths of men fighting for the upper hand for *probably* hours. I just know they would be feral post-match, just oozing testosterone *bites the bars of enclosure*

I'm ovulating if you can't tell

[akadeko]

@support How can I withdraw a complaint about a post on Tumblr? I wanted to share a post with Megan Thee Stallion in Death the Kid cosplay, but accidentally marked it as spam. There were three images and now I can't see this post. 🥲

For the author of that post: I'm sorry! Due to countless complaints about bots and marking their posts as spam, I started accidentally doing this with ordinary posts from time to time. 😓

[akadeko]

🌃

Under the Moon Light

Good morning Darling Hello Good-bye

🙂🥲😭

[akadeko]

I didn't follow the news and today I accidentally came across a post that Atsushi Sakurai died.

I got acquainted with Buck-Tick during the period of the album "No.0" and Babel was the first song that caught my attention. And after that, my love for the band began.

I just... I really don't know what to say.

God, this is beautiful. Of all BUCK-TICK songs, I've listened to - Babel, as well as the video itself, is one of the most favorite and memorable for me.

[akadeko]

OK, I know that I may have expressed myself incorrectly (I can be pretty straightforward), but I don't really know how else to explain to an adult that what they did is usually done by small children, who are then scolded for it.

A little context: I work in a pet store and we sell pet food from bags by weight, as it is cheaper due to the calculation "the larger the package, the lower the cost for every 100 grams" and the convenience of buying a certain amount.

I was showing a customer dry cat food and she put her hand right in the bag, took a big handful and starts rubbing this handful right in the palm of her hand. WTF? This is not buying vegetables and fruits that you will wash anyway, this is food that will then go straight to someone's pet's bowl! It's like taking food from the buffet, touching it and putting it back. I told her that she can't do this and tried to explain, to which she asks me "why can't I do this?" I couldn't stand it, and said that "this is what small children do and they are always scolded for it (mostly it's just remarks), and you are an adult," hinting that for a woman of her age this is unacceptable. She got offended and left. :/

[akadeko]

Update: She forgot again. 🙄

Work got me so fucked up y’all. Since the summer my boss has been texting me my schedule and it was understood that if I’m not texted I’m not needed.

So my coworker texts me today asking me where I am and I told her I’m home and how boss has been texting me my schedule. And she went off on me telling me I should just assume if I don’t get a text to come in at my usual time… but it was the opposite before so like????

How the fuck is she going to be mad at me. When I was dealing with how the boss has been communicating my schedule. And i should just come in I-

I don’t fucking get it.

[akadeko]

Oh, it reminded me of a case that happened this year or last year.

So, I'm sleeping like this, knowing that I was supposed to have a day off, which I was supposed to get because I worked an extra shift on the day when I should have the same day off according to the schedule. But then my boss calls me (or is she more like an administrator?) and asks "Where are you?" Like, WTF? I'm at home, sleeping, because I was promised a day off.

Guess what? She forgot. Because of this, she did not make changes in the schedule and did not find another person to go to that store. As a result, I had to go quickly to cook something for work to eat and get ready. Thanks that at least she allowed me to come by 11 pm or 12 am, since it was still her fault.

And it also often happens that I either find out my schedule from someone else as if she doesn't have my phone number, or I have to ask each time where I work the next day.

Work got me so fucked up y’all. Since the summer my boss has been texting me my schedule and it was understood that if I’m not texted I’m not needed.

So my coworker texts me today asking me where I am and I told her I’m home and how boss has been texting me my schedule. And she went off on me telling me I should just assume if I don’t get a text to come in at my usual time… but it was the opposite before so like????

How the fuck is she going to be mad at me. When I was dealing with how the boss has been communicating my schedule. And i should just come in I-

I don’t fucking get it.

[akadeko]

OK, this idea may seem silly.

(Also, sorry about my English and maybe the wrong choice of words, because I am not a native speaker.)

But...

Who here writes about Spider-Man (Spiderverse in particular), and who is also a fan or at least interested in Bayonetta and familiar with the "bayoverse", which was introduced in the 3rd game? I just want to know who could write something like Spiderverse x Bayonetta/Umbra Witch!Reader? (Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Like, reader may be one of the Bayonetta variants (not necessarily, but may be a good basis for the plot), but may be related to Spiderverse, since she made a pact with the arachnid theme demon - Madama Web, which turned out to be a variant of Cassandra Webb aka Madame Web. Thanks to this, she, in a sense, became a Spider-Woman in her own universe.

Who is interested - let me know. I have ideas, but I can't write stories. 🥲

A little bit about the reader's powers and suit:

Her skills include some Dark Arts like, for example, Witch Time, Beast Within, Wicked Weaves, and spider-like abilities thanks to demon(s) with whom a pact was made, which are either improved/modified versions of the Dark Arts (for example, Witch Walk, which is the ability to walk on walls, no longer requires the presence of a full moon), or something new like the creation of a web that can be hair and/or magic, like in Phantasmaraneae's Demon Masquerade gameplay in Bayonetta 3.

The suit, in the best traditions of Bayonetta, is made of hair, very skintight, has an open back and heels. Underwear, with a high probability, is absent.

In terms of suit design, I can only say that there are spider web motifs in it and a spider is engraved on the watch.

Pistols are also present, but in Spider-Woman's career they have more of a protective and supporting role. But they are still used to annihilate those who are destined to become food for demonic friends. :)

[akadeko]

I'm also not from an English-speaking country myself, so I can understand the communication problems. I'm glad that we were able to resolve the misunderstanding.

I hope you and your sister enjoy watching it.

Sp there is a geek event here in France. For now everything is fine right ?

And then I noticed this 👀 and it's not that fine anymore 😕 / hj

Like Jiraiya bro why are you so close of Naruto 🤨 and what kind of book did you let him read 🧐

[akadeko]

I'm sorry if I seemed rude. I'm just very surprised (and confused) after your words that most people thought it was Naruto. And it's not even that not everyone knows GTO. The character just doesn't look like any of the Naruto versions, except that both are blond.

Sp there is a geek event here in France. For now everything is fine right ?

And then I noticed this 👀 and it's not that fine anymore 😕 / hj

Like Jiraiya bro why are you so close of Naruto 🤨 and what kind of book did you let him read 🧐

[akadeko]

I still can't understand how people confuse Onizuka with Naruto.

Sp there is a geek event here in France. For now everything is fine right ?

And then I noticed this 👀 and it's not that fine anymore 😕 / hj

Like Jiraiya bro why are you so close of Naruto 🤨 and what kind of book did you let him read 🧐

[akadeko]

[akadeko]

Lmao, after I reported the bots and blocked them due to the fact that they started appearing again by searching for one of the tags, this very search for the same tag broke down. Now I can't see new posts. @staff @support I understand that you want to develop the platform, but maybe instead of new features, you should now work harder on the problem of bots (only, please, not like in 2018) because of which, most likely, there are problems with search? Because of these two problems, using Tumblr becomes unbearable.

P.S. And maybe you will return the old search? Seriously, it worked much better than the current one.