I Don't Want To See AI Art And I Don't Want To Read AI Stories. You Know What I Do Want? Typos. You Using

So… I got a notification from the State Department at like 8 PM Pacific that my passport was approved, and I was quietly thankful and stunned bc my legal gender in Oregon is listed as X, or undeclared, and that's what's on my passport. I'm pretty sure someone(s) worked late to get the X passports done today.

I was already really grateful to whoever in the Seattle Passport Office worked late to get these things processed on the last Friday before That Man gets back into office... and then I got a notification that my passport shipped at fucking midnight Pacific and whoever got that shit out the door so it couldn't be picked up on Monday and like, denied and shredded?

They're my fucking hero.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

someone come read this with me!

For those interested in Remus’s POV of Rourke, I’ve posted a few thousand words.

btw you will miss this in 5 or 10 years. memory will smooth these circumstances down like a river stone, and you will find yourself longing for a shade of light or a moment of this particular innocence. you don't know about what happens next, and one day that will be the most alluring thing of all. don't leave it all for nostalgia. have a nice night now, whatever night it happens to be.

hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity

I thought of texting you “good morning, I can’t sleep” and then I remembered that you are on a journey which I am not a part of and that’s okay but good morning I can’t sleep

reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

I hate that SEPTember OCTOber NOVember and DECember aren’t the 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th months.

best!

gift!

ever!

new scene from an amazing fic!! never getting over this 🥰

if you haven't already, go read Godlight! I'm proof you do not have to know F1 to enjoy the fic!

Godlight deleted scene - 18+ MDNI

Okay so this is a little deleted scene from chapter 22 of Godlight. I scrapped the idea because I wanted the whole scene to feel sweet and romantic and not a smut-focused part, but for the birthday of my lovely @kelpforestfire I dug it up and you can all enjoy it. If you want the context read the last part of chapter 22 and stop at “I have the feeling you will be a natural.”

Regulus looks up at James with that gleam in his eye that makes James’ whole inside flip around. The corner of his mouth tugs up when he turns away from the counter to lean against it and regard James fully. “What makes you think that?” 

His voice is smooth like honey and James can feel his skin break into goosebumps as Regulus moves his hand to James’ lower arm. There is a challenge in that touch and James battles his instincts to just wrap the man up in his arms and lift him onto the counter. 

He finds a middle ground by bringing his hand to Regulus’ cheek and leaning in to peck the man’s lips chastity so they can get back to the task at hand. What he doesn’t realise is that his hand is covered in flour, leaving a white streak against the flushed cheek that he had just cupped. James chuckles as he attempts to wipe it away but Regulus has already noticed. 

“Did you just smear me with flour?” Regulus asks incredulously and James can’t help but laugh louder at Regulus’ scowl. 

He pulls up a brow with glee as he shrugs. “So what if I did?” 

“Nope, I’m not doing this,” Regulus retorts, pushing James off him and turning to the flour-covered counter, reaching for one of the two balls of dough James has laid out. “We’re not having a food fight.” 

“Oh, but Fres, it would be so romantic,” James fake pouts as he comes to stand behind the man. His earlier admission of keeping the date sweet goes out the window when he encloses his body around Regulus and can feel his cock strain through his jeans against the other’s arse. 

“No,” Regulus protests, reaching for the bag of flour anyway. “It would be corny.” 

James sees it coming, but he is still hit fully in the face with the flour Regulus throws over his shoulder. He splutters while Regulus just laughs as he looks around. 

“You are such a hypocrite,” James says lowly, while he nuzzles his face into the crook of Regulus’ neck to wipe it clean from the flour before planting his lips just beneath Regulus’ ear, right on the tiny mole that lives there. 

This makes Regulus shudder and let out an involuntary ‘Jamie’ that shoots through James’ full body. “What is it, Fres?” James drawls. “Don’t like playing your own game.”

“You’re a dick,” Regulus groans when James takes his studded lobe into his ear and sucks lightly before making his lips travel up to the top of Regulus’ ear. “Are you supposed to fuck on the first date?” 

“Who says we are fucking?” James counters, letting one hand find Regulus’ hip before it travels up his sweater. The other hand reaches for something on the counter. “That would be insanely cheesy.” 

Regulus has no time to protest because James is putting the little piece of Mozarella he grabbed into his mouth quickly. Verbally, he isn’t able to admonish James but the sharp snap of his hips makes James groan lowly when his arse connects to James’ cock almost painfully. 

James reels back from that, giving Regulus the space to turn around quickly. “That was the worst thing I have ever heard come from your mouth, and that is saying something.” 

“And still you agreed to date me,” James grimaces through his half pain, half arousal. 

“I am starting to doubt that decision,” Regulus sighs, rolling his eyes but contradicting his statement as he reaches his hand out to grab James’ shirt and drags him back into his personal space so he can crash his lips to James. 

There is no thought about holding back in that kiss. It’s pure passion and James’ mind goes blank with anything else except for a steady breathing of Regulus’ name that follows the pulse of the blood rushing in his ears. 

He wraps his arms around Regulus, painting the back of his sweater in white flour as he hugs the man close to him. The fist in James’ shirt tightens while Regulus’ free hand comes to tangle into James’ hair so he can pull him even closer. Opening his mouth greedily, James darts his tongue out, plunging it into Regulus’ mouth. The other greets him all too willingly and their tongues dance together as if they are both fighting to get the upper hand. 

James roams his hands from Regulus’ back to his shoulders and back down towards his arse, where he squeezes lightly. It’s not just an excuse to touch his boyfriend but also a silent command. One that Regulus easily follows as he stands on his tiptoes and lets himself be lifted onto the counter. 

They break the kiss, panting heavily as they both realise what James has just done, setting Regulus down in the middle of the flour-covered counter. Regulus looks to where the white powder has dusted up and is now covering the better part of his pants. The emerald eyes shoot back up to James with a different fire blazing in them than James had welcomed just a moment before. 

“James Fleamont–”

James cuts Regulus off by kissing him again, his hands cupping Regulus' head quickly to keep him where he can’t lean back and scold James for his recklessness. To be fair, Regulus has complied just as well, but James knows the Frenchman will conveniently forget that little detail. 

It works. Regulus melts back into James just as easily as before, forgetting all about his ruined pants. James smirks against his lips and he swears he hears Regulus mutter ‘idiot’ between their lips, but the soft pressure of teeth against his bottom lip makes James gasp and the word gets lost in the air between them. 

“Fuck, Fres, I–” James pants as his lack of oxygen is becoming a problem. Regulus doesn’t seem to have the patience to wait for James to catch his breath. He is already dragging his teeth down James’ throat, sucking on his collarbone while his hands work open the button of James’ jeans. 

The feeling of Regulus’ ring against the skin of his lower abdomen snaps him out of his haze for a moment and he leans back, just out of the reach of Regulus’ mouth that had shifted to the other side of James’ neck. “Fres,” James pants, trying to get his half-hearted protest out of his mouth. “The pizza’s–” 

“Forget the pizza, Jamie,” Regulus tells him with dark eyes and danger in his voice that has James stepping back into his arms immediately. He looks through his thick lashes as he continues. “I’d rather eat you.” 

James is gone. No saving him. 

The moan from his throat announces his surrender and Regulus knows it. He grins wickedly before continuing where he left off when James had so rudely interrupted him. 

Sliding from the counter, Regulus takes James’ jeans with him as he kneels to the ground. James has to brace himself against the counter as Regulus pulls out his cock and starts sucking him with such vigour James fears he might collapse any second. One hand is slipping through the flower, the other is wound tightly in Regulus’ still-damp curls. 

“Oh, joder, joder, que se siente–” James spreads his legs a little, so Regulus isn’t squashed between the counter and his knees. The feeling of his lips around his head, the warmth of his mouth engulfing and letting go of him in rapid succession makes the tension in his spine skyrocket. James thought by now he has built a decent stamina, but it is Regulus. He can have the man make love to him every day and he would still have trouble holding onto his orgasm to not come the second the man did anything remotely passionate to him. 

He can feel the fire in his chest burning bright and hot. His fingers pull on Regulus’ curls before James realises what he is doing. He drags the man up to his feet, kissing him fiercely for a moment before letting his own hands find Regulus’ pants buttons and opening them.

“Please, sweetheart,” James pants against his lips. “Let me have you before I lose my mind.” 

Regulus just moans and nods, willingly turning around and laying his chest on the counter. His feet only barely reach the floor, only the tips of his toes finding any purchase on the tiles. James’ mind spins with the sight of Regulus like this, splayed out over his kitchen counter, arse bare, legs spread and his cheek pressed in the remaining flour. 

“Fuck me, Jamie,” Regulus commands. His face lifts a little so he can look James in the eyes, that gaze burning into his own retina. 

“Shit, on it, yes, god’s Regulus, don’t–” James scrambles his brain together as he looks around frantically. He can’t just fuck Regulus dry, it would hurt like a bitch and the last thing he wants right now is to hurt his boyfriend. He wants to make him feel good, even in the situation he is in, he is determined to make Regulus scream in only pleasure. 

His eyes land on the glass bottle he keeps his oil in and his hand is already reaching when Regulus kicks his leg out with a huff. “Absolutely not, go grab lube from the bedroom.” 

“But–” James tries to smirk through his lust-muddled brain, but Regulus isn’t letting him get a word in. 

“Now, or I will get up and walk out the door.” 

That has James moving quickly. Kicking his jeans –that was still pooling around his ankles– off before sprinting through his hallway to the bedroom, grabbing the bottle he kept in his nightstand before running back as quickly as he can manage.

Regulus is laying seemingly still on the counter but James’ eye falls quickly on his hand that is wrapped around himself, storking lazily. He resumes his place behind Regulus, lubing up his fingers and pushing two into the man while his other hand comes around the front and take over Regulus’ own movements. 

“My job,” he growls low, as he works Regulus open. The man moans in response and James feels his impatience wash over him. He won’t hurt Regulus, so he takes his time prepping the him, but James is buzzing with excitement. The whole scene is a bit scandalous and James revels in the idea of what he is about to do to his boyfriend on his kitchen counter. 

“Merde, Jamie,” Regulus pants, as James angels his fingers just right. “I– I’m ready, please.” 

James doesn’t need to be told twice, removing his fingers and using the residue lube to slick up his own cock before guiding it to Regulus’ entrance. “Fuck, hell, you’re perfect,” James groans as he pushes inside, his free hand grabbing onto Regulus’ hip so tightly he is sure it will bruise. 

Regulus doesn’t seem to mind. He lifts himself a little higher on his toes, giving James a better angle to thrust into him that he gladly utilises. 

“There, right there!” Regulus moans, his mouth going slack as his body moves against the counter on the rhythm of James’ thrusts. His eyes are closed but the expression of complete and utter bliss is so clear on Regulus’ face that the fire of passion and lust burns even hotter as pride is added into the mix. 

“You look so gorgeous like this,” James groans, leaning his full body over Regulus to kiss his cheek, the residue of flour transferring from Regulus’ cheek to James’ lips. He doesn’t mind one bit. 

Regulus opens his eyes and lets out of scoff. “I bet, covered in flour and messily getting fucked is a real sight.” 

James thrusts in hard, once, twice, making Regulus let out a sound between a grunt and a moan. “Don’t contradict me when I call you beautiful. You are beautiful, and so–” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “good!” 

“Merde, J– Jamie, I’m gonna–” 

James doesn’t need the warning because he can feel Regulus grow in his hand, his orgasm approaching fast and James doubles down to make sure his boyfriend falls off the edge in the best way possible. 

“Come with me, sweetheart,” James breathes in Regulus’ ear, keeping his thrusts as steady as he can while his own pleasure builds and builds, together with Regulus’. 

“Oh fucking, shit,” Regulus moans, as he pushes back on James’ cock one last time before spilling over his hand, onto the counter and against the cabinets with James’ name on his lips. James releases his own tightly held pleasure and comes inside Regulus before collapsing forward onto the smaller mans back. They heave together, coming down from their high when Regulus chuckles.

“What?” James breathes heavily, shifting to the side so he can look at Regulus without sliding out of him yet. 

“I don’t think we can use this batch of dough anymore,’ he murmurs as he lifts his torso a little and pulls a piece of body-flattened dough from under his stomach. 

James blinks. He hadn’t realised that has been laying underneath Regulus the whole time. But when he sees it the laugh bursts from him as well and Regulus rolls his eyes before throwing the piece in his hand at James’ face with a muttered ‘dick’. 

“I think we better wash up and try again?”

James stands than, helping Regulus straighten up as well and laughing again as the full piece of dough falls from Regulus’ body. 

“And actually make the pizza’s now?” Regulus asks, the hope audible in his tone.

James smiles, plucking a piece of dried flower from Regulus’ curls before leaning down to kiss the man. “What did you think? I’m not giving up pizza.”