[the archivist whimpers]

I know of the mechanisms, though I haven’t gotten around to listening to them because I believe it or not I’m trying to be so normal and chill about j*nny sims.

hot and heavy (in the guest room of salesa's place) (one shot, finished, 3.45k words) by rebelskyguy

Martin has known capital-T Things about himself that he hopes upon all hope that no one else knows. Mainly, that he’s a big guy because he likes food, likes eating, likes the outcome of how the food and the calories settles on his body. He absolutely loves how his body looks, and he knows that’s okay, but he hasn’t had a second to bring his… feedist, weight-related sexy thoughts up with Jon to see if there’s any alignment between them but– If the way Jon’s bulge is pressed against his belly is anything to go by, Martin might not need to worry about rejection as much as he thought he would. “Is it alright if I… take care of you, Martin?” Jon murmurs, a not-exactly-small wedge of cheese in his hand. Martin’s mouth waters as he eyes the lattice pattern of what must be wine soaked cheese and, fuck, that’s more than okay. Or, The Upton Safehouse proves to have good food, a safe bed, and… shenanigans ensue.