#and he was like shaking his head and tsk tsking me like the entire time

[yoshistory]

kind of crazy that it literally used to feel like if i was anything less than perfect at my job it would be the end for me but i've been giving it like negative 200% at my job and its literally fine and no one cares

[shurisneakers]

shut in [3]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, implied abuse, ptsd, fighting over beds

Word count: 2.2k

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Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“Don’t make me shoot you, Wilson.”

“It doesn’t have to end this way, agent.”

“How’s it looking out there?”

“There’s been some talk. Apparently Serpentine isn’t very happy that their intel is dead. They’ve got people looking out for you everywhere.”

A frown adorned your face. Sam was leaning forward on his arms, head turned down as he listened to Ransone.

“How dangerous is it?”

“I would say that everyone’s a little wound up. Best not to go anywhere even a little populated.”

“Noted.” It would blow over in a while. The media coverage of Pierce’s assassination would die down with the changing news cycle soon.

“I can have someone pick you up wherever you are. Just tell me where.” 

“Don’t bother. We won’t be here for too long,” you responded, Sam nodding in agreement. Once it quietened down you could leave, go back to Ransone without blowing your cover.

“Whatever makes you happy. Just let me know when you’re out.”

The click of the call ending took with it the only noise in the room.

Sam picked up the phone to remove the battery, discarding it to maintain your security. Burner phones were useful, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

“Wait,” you cut in, holding your hand out for it, “I need to make another call.”

The both of you were seated at the dining table. A piece of paper lay in front of you, playing the dangerous role of being the mediator. 

You were trying to ration out your supplies and create a schedule as a way of finding middle ground. Things were more or less calm for the last two days, but the fight over the bedroom was wading into territory that could only be solved by a good old middle school fistfight.

Currently you were figuring out a meal plan so that you could establish some kind of routine. With bread as the only uniting factor, the other three components were going on a rotation. You had reached all the way till Saturday before running out of possible combinations.

“I’m just saying-”

“Don’t.”

“We’ve exhausted all edible options, it’s the only combination left-”

“I will not hesitate to fatally wound you.” You were only half kidding. The ridiculousness of the ideas he was proposing was entertaining, and you knew he wasn’t being serious. It was hard to catch a moment where he was. 

“Fine. But in case we get to the point where peanut butter and jelly is the only thing that’s left, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“I would rather die than shovel spoonfuls of plain jelly and peanut butter into my mouth.”

“Your survival game is weak,” he chided, tsk-tsking at you.

You only rolled your eyes at him, moving on to the next subject.

Bed.

“Easy, we just alternate days. You got the last two days, so I get the next two and then we just switch everyday.” Sam eased back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head leisurely.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” you asked, writing down the plan he had just presented. The bed wasn’t queen sized with memory foam or any kind of privilege like that, but it definitely beat the couch with its odd lumps and depressions.

“A week tops. Anything more is just excessive.”

“Hello,” you said, voice low, even though you were well out of earshot of Sam. He was eying you from the living room window. If he was as good as he claimed he was, he’d know how to read lips and you couldn’t afford to have him do that.

“Code?”

You turned your back to the window, facing the large trees that loomed before you. “1993. It’s me.”

“Y/N?” He sounded suspicious, a little shocked, and you understood why he would be.

“Living and breathing.” You toed at a rock that lay ahead of you.

“Word on the street is that you’re dead,” he pointed out dryly.

“Not me; Pierce. I escaped. It was a trap.” When the rock you were playing around with escaped after a particularly hard kick, you started pacing up and down instead, “Ransone put a hit out on him because he thought he was leaking information.”

“How on earth did he come to that conclusion?”

“Don’t know. He was dead before we got there.”

“Who is ‘we’? You got someone there with you?” You didn’t realise it had slipped out during your conversation. 

“Another one of our guys. Apparently I was a backup in case he didn’t show up, but he did, so now we’re stuck together.” You averted your gaze to Sam who was still observing you from the window brazenly, intently. 

“Where are you?”

“We’re safe.” 

“Alright.” He sounded like he understood, albeit not entirely convinced. “Stay low.”

“Will do.”

With that you hung up the call, dropped the phone to the ground and crushed it under your boot heel. When you were convinced that it was sufficiently useless, you turned on your heel, making your way back.

You walked back into the house, beelining to the kitchen to make up for your missed lunch, only to be greeted with Sam sitting on the couch looking at you inquisitively.

“Who was that?”

“Nobody,” you answered straightforwardly, opening the cabinet to get two slices of bread.

“If it has somethin’ to do with this situation we’re in then I need to know who you’re talking to.”

“Just drop it. It has nothing to do with you.” You found the jar of peanut butter he had already opened, using a butter knife to spread it along the bread.

“Somehow I’m finding that hard to believe.”

“Believe what you must. I’m going to take a nap,” you answered evasively, chewing absentmindedly on the sandwich you had just made. You didn’t bother to look at him as you headed towards the bedroom.

“Hey now, hold on a minute. Who said you had bedroom privileges? You’ve been using it for two days.” You stopped in your tracks, face scrunching in annoyance. “If you’re keeping vital information about my life from me, then I think I deserve to not have a fuckin’ backache when I wake up in the morning.”

You quickly weighed the pros and cons in your head, imagining how the next few minutes would pan out if you just said ‘no’ and left. But in every imaginary argument you proposed, the bottom line ended with him prodding at you until he either got the information that he wanted or the bed.

Frankly, the bed was something you were willing to sacrifice to get him to stop meddling in your business. It seemed like the only reasonable way to get him off your ass.

“Fine.” You spun around to face him. “We’re making an arrangement.”

“Whoever has the bed has to forfeit TV privileges for that day.”

“Sounds reasonable. None of those three movies can be played more than twice in a row.”

That was more to preserve your sanity than anything. You had already seen each of them once, bordering on thrice for Die Hard. Sam’s fault, not yours.

“We should have a codeword. In case there's danger or something. Or maybe if you just want to be left alone,” Sam suggested, finger pointing to the blank space left at the end of the paper. “But it’ll be like solitary confinement since it’s so fuckin’ quiet here.”

Almost on instinct your mind flashed to images of dark cells. Quiet sobs. Blood stains on the wall, originating from clawing at it. Sunlight through one small window at the top. Utter loneliness except for yourself.

You could remember the soreness in your legs from curling up into a ball for hours, rocking back and forth. The smell of drain water collecting in the basement where the cell was.

Isolation.

“You got any suggestions?”

“Huh?” You forced yourself back to the present. Your knuckles had a dull ache in them from holding the pencil too hard.

“Do you have any ideas for a codeword?” Sam repeated, looking at you intently.

“No, nothing off the top of my head.” You shook your head, trying to regain focus. You loosened your grip on the pencil, letting it fall to the table.

“We’ll just leave it at ‘Brooklyn’ for the time being.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed to whatever he was saying. It was just a precaution in case something major happened. It was rather unlikely that you were going to use it anyway. 

Codewords weren’t uncommon in your business, but it was mostly used for missions or other professional standings. Regardless of being less adventurous than what you tended to work on, this was work at the end of the day. 

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, I think we’re done.” His chair scraped loudly against the ground as he got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going out for a while. Need to shake off the possible osteoporosis.”

You didn’t bother asking where he was going, ears following his footsteps as he walked down the hall to the bedroom, probably to get his jacket that he hung up in the drawer.

You left the paper on top of the mini fridge, alongside the car keys and a few dollars you had nabbed in the hurry from Pierce’s house.

Staring around you at the silent room, you realised that there really wasn’t much to do. It wasn’t like you to have so much time on your hands. You could always go for a run or test out some of the weapons hidden here. 

You had the rest of the house to explore, plans to draw up, a post mortem to assess what went wrong on the mission, even though the last option wasn’t possible without Sam’s cooperation.

Fuck it, you decided. Couch it is.

Kicking your feet up, you grabbed the TV remote to flip to the news station. The town rarely had anything to report on but it would be worthwhile to know what exactly was available around. Possibly assimilate in the crowd in case you wanted to be hidden.

It took you a few minutes of mindless surfing through static channels till you found it. It seemed like a scene right out of a Hallmark movie; the reporter was holding a microphone to a child who looked like he understood nothing of what was going on.

You were barely paying attention as it flipped from segment to segment, other things taking precedence in your mind even though you willed yourself to relax. There really wasn’t much to make a note of other than a few good samaritans and how utterly boring the lack of content was. A few occasional glimpses of stores and other resources available in the background were the only interesting part.

You were starting to drift off by the time it reached the breaking news of the evening. Sam had already come back when the sky slipped into twilight. He barely acknowledged your form lazing on the couch, only offering you a greeting and a goodbye as he made himself his dinner to take to the room.

Your eyes were just about closing when the breaking news of that evening came in. It was all politics. People you knew from old missions waving and smiling their way to lead their country as if the dubious acts they committed behind the scenes to get there was erased.

Until you suddenly jolted awake, eyes wide open.

“Wilson. Wilson!” You hit the cushion furiously to get his attention when he didn’t respond the first time around.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What?” he yelled in response, mild irritation in his voice. You knew it sounded like you were shouting bloody murder even though no one was around other than you two, but you didn’t care.

“Look at this!” You couldn’t stop gawking at the screen. “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

“What? What do you wa-” He stalked into the room, ready to tell you to stop yelling but stopped mid sentence when he finally saw what you were so concerned about.

“Reports claim that the victim was attacked early in the afternoon at his villa. Officers say they found multiple signs of a forced entry, following which he was shot dead. So far no arrests have been made but the police have since released photos of two suspects of whom, they claim, have reason to believe orchestrated the attack.”

On the right side of the screen flashed yours and Sam’s picture side by side. Old mugshots from a petty offence you committed years ago for which Ransone bailed you out.

“The pair are said to be on the run after escaping before law enforcement arrived. If you have any tips on the whereabouts of-”

You turned to look at Sam. His stare didn’t budge from the TV as they once again reminded the public what you both looked like.

Years of anonymity, working in the shadows and creeping around to avoid being recognised only to have the entire country know what you looked like.

“Well, shit,” he finally exhaled. “Somehow I think our stay here just got extended.”

Part 4

[copias-thrall]

Good Boy

Mary has some dues to pay. Suey is happy to collect

⬅️ Previous

*orgasm denial/delay*

“Do you know what you did wrong?”

Mary trembles.

“I-I embarrassed you.”

Smack

“Ah!”

“Try again.”

“I-I didn’t … ask your permission?”

“Is that a question or a statement?”

“A statement.”

“Hmm.”

You rub your hand over his mottled-red butt cheek. Then you bring the heart-shaped wooden spoon back down.

Smack

“Ah!”

“You embarrassed me because you didn’t ask permission.”

After that little New Year’s Eve production, you’d promised to take it out of his ass.

You make good on your promises.

Mary whines as you tsk.

“You didn’t get it right. You know what that means.”

“N-no—please.”

Smack smack

“Fffffuck!”

“Don’t beg. You’re not getting out of it that easy.”

Mary still stands—despite his knees buckling slightly—facing the corner, with his hands against the wall, ass stuck out.

“Turn around.”

He does so, and you’re delighted to see that his dick is mostly hard; it’s flushed and juts out slightly as it leans toward his thigh.

“Please,” he breathes, his eyes wide and shiny.

You give a light tap to the head of his dick with the spoon, and he gasps.

“No. I already told you: stop begging.”

You get down on your knees, and you look up to him.

“If you touch me in any way, I’ll make this 10x worse.”

He bites his lip.

You suck his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, as his hips give a slight twitch. You lightly run your lips over his cockhead, bobbing slightly as Mary moans. You focus only on stimulating the head of his dick—suckling it and tracing it with your tongue—smiling when you feel it pulse. Knowing he wants your hand on him, you leave it on his thigh instead, to steady yourself. You give him short, shallow bobs, then twist your mouth around his tip.

Mary’s bottom lip is white under his teeth, and his hands are clenched into tight fists, but you keep up your ministrations until he’s shaking and holding back minute thrusts; that’s when you pop off and wobble to your feet.

Mary whimpers. You point your finger down at the floor.

“Stay.”

He’s in the corner of the living area, so he has a full view of your tiny apartment. Tonight’s one of those nights the radiator is going full blast, so you’ve stripped down to a mismatched pair of fancy underwear. The black panties with lips on them keep rolling down under your belly, and the underwire of the red, lacey bra doesn’t want to lay flat on your ribs—but Mary doesn’t seem to have noticed, his eyes black with desire. He’s naked except for his holey, black socks—because the floor is cold and you’re not a monster.

You flop down on the couch—affecting a yawn—and unmute the TV. There’s a Law & Order marathon on, which you watch even though you can practically recite the lines to each and every one. The important part is that you keep an eye on Mary’s dick—best not to watch something that might engage your interest too much.

At some point—mid episode—you notice his erection flag, and you make a production of stretching and getting back off the couch. Mary’s wide eyes track you as you make your way the 3 steps back over to him.

“Ah ah ah,” you purr as you fondle his balls. Mary hisses and jolts. “Can’t have you losing that pretty boner, now can we.”

You sink back to your knees, nuzzle his semi, then suck it down whole. Mary groans, and his entire body jerks. While you have your nose pressed into his curls, you wiggle your tongue out so you can lick his balls while you’re down there.

“Oh shit!” he gasps.

As you bob a little, you reach your hand up to roll his balls—now slick with your spit—and Mary grunts. You pull off his cock to suck in a breath and move your hand up so you can jack him nice and fast. He makes a wounded noise, and that’s before you suck him down again, halfway. You curl your tongue a bit so it hits his sweet spot on every stroke, and soon enough he’s rock hard and pulsing again.

You pull off, and he whines. “Suey, please.”

Tsking, you take up the spoon to give another healthy tap to his cockhead, and he lets out an Ah!

“I’m sorry, who?”

“M-ma’am!”

You tap him again, and he gasps.

“And that’s for begging. You do it again and I’ll make sure your ass is hot enough to fry an egg. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, ma’am!”

By the time you make yourself comfortable back on the couch, the famous Law & Order twist is just being revealed.

By the time the next episode is starting over the previous credits, it’s time to get Mary fully hard again. As you walk toward him, he bites his lip hard. You give him a big grin.

When you take him in your mouth again, he lets out a sigh that’s half relief, half frustration. You give him a blow job that’s a sloppy massage with your lips and lots of spit. Once he’s good and wet, you pull out your tits and rest them on the top of your bra. Getting yourself into position, you smush them together so you can jack Mary that way.

His eyes are locked on where his dick is disappearing into your cleavage, and he’s letting out little mewls each time the tip gets swallowed back up. When his eyes roll up and he starts panting, you let go of your breasts, and Mary’s cock—red, flushed, and spurting precum—bounces free. He looks back down at you and whines pitifully, but you just grin up at him. You pat his flank and head back over to the couch.

Instead of unmuting Law & Order, you put on a show: teasing at your nipples and slipping your hand into your panties. You’re already wet from the excitement of sucking Mary off, and your clit throbs happily as you circle it. Mary makes a noise like he’s going to say something, then sucks in his lips. Wanting more pressure, you moan and roll over onto your stomach, pressing into your clit over and over.

When you get close, you start babbling, hoping to rile Mary up.

“Oh fuck, Mary. Fucking love your hard cock. Can’t wait to feel it in me again, filling me up. Wanna feel you slapping into me and filling me up with your hot cum. Fucking want to feel it dripping down my thighs. Ughn.”

You cum hard, panting your way through it as you rock your hips into your hand. When you lazily turn your head to look over at Mary, you find him glaring at you—cock hard and purple.

“Mmm, we can’t have grumpy face, now can we? How ‘bout a little treat?”

You press your slick fingers to his lips, and he closes his eyes as he parts his lips. You ease your digits in, and Mary’s tongue swirls around them. As you withdraw them, Mary gives them a good suck, his eyes boring into yours.

You thumb at his plump lips. “Don’t say I never gave you anything.” His brow furrows, but you just chuckle. “Now!” you clap. “Where were we?”

This time when you get on your knees, Mary tries to lean away from you.

“Hey,” you snap as you reach around to slap his ass. Mary whines. “None of that now.” You rub your face on one thigh and your hand on the other one. “Aww, I know it’s hard. But can you be a good boy for me? Do you think you can take a bit more?”

Mary’s face is contorted in indecision: his eyebrows scrunch together and his bottom lip is once again white with strain. Knees popping, you move up his body to grab at his jaw.

“Hey.” You meet his eyes. “You say the word and we stop.” You brush your thumb over his abused lip. “It’s ok if you need to, Mare. You know I won’t be mad or disappointed, right?”

You keep your eyes trained on his, waiting. Something like steel bleeds into them, and he tilts his chin up in challenge.

“More.”

A wicked grin breaks out on your face.

“Good boy.”

By the time you’re done with Mary for the night, your knees are red and your jaw is aching. Mary isn’t faring much better—his hard cock is angry-red and leaking precum, he’s trembling, and his eyes are moist.

“Now, I haven’t changed my mind. You have—” you check the clock on the microwave, “—6hrs until you’re allowed to cum.” You run your finger down his face. “But you get to choose how. You are to remain nude—no cheating with your inseam—but whether you want a hot bath or an ice pack right now is your decision.”

Mary does a great approximation of Wesley on the rack in the Pit of Despair.

You stroke his face and kiss him.

“You can do it, buddy. You’ve done so well. I’m so proud of you.”

He sniffles. “Ice pack, please.”

“All right, come here. Let’s get you comfy on the bed ok?”

“K.”

Stiffly, he follows you to your bedroom, where you tuck the blankets around him. You retrieve the ice wrap from the freezer—which you wrap it in a towel because you’re not a monster—and a glass of his Pedialyte. Mary’s still lying stiffly and looking constipated, but he takes the pack from you gratefully, positioning it on his crotch under the blankets. He hisses at first, but then seems to relax. Then he takes the glass from you, gulping it down greedily until it’s gone.

“You good, Mare?” you ask as you take the glass away. “Can I get you anything else?”

His eyes narrow at you. “Yeah, a fucking orgasm,” he snaps.

You climb on the bed and straddle him, hand at his throat.

“Don’t be a brat. I can and will get you back out of this bed to make good on heating up your ass.”

He turns his face to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbles.

You run your hand up his face and into his hair.

“You did really well tonight.” Leaning down, you kiss the hinge of his jaw. Mary grunts.

“Fuck. Don’t do that. I’m already like Stonehenge here.”

“Oops,” you giggle.

Crawling into bed, you wrap yourself around him to give him a solid presence. He sighs and wraps an arm around you.

“Want me to set an alarm, Mare Bear?”

“Fuck. I’ll be counting down the hours.”

You set your alarm for 6am anyway, and—despite his words—Mary dozes off with his usual alacrity. You’re the one who removes the wilted ice pack from his crotch later.

When the alarm does go off, you groan and Mary grumbles.

“Shut that fucking thing off, will ya?”

You do, but you roll back to whisper in his ear. “So, you don’t want to get off?”

Mary’s eyes snap open; then he rolls over onto you.

“Oof.”

“Is now my only option?”

“Well, I have to work—so if not now then much later. Or, I mean—your hand is always an option.”

He nuzzles into your neck.

“Fuck it. I’ll take my chances for a lunchtime romp.”

“Sure, Mare.”

Mary eases off you, but pulls you back into him, sighing.

You listen to his breathing for a bit.

“Hey, Mare?” He grunts. “Was that ok? Last night?”

He huffs then presses his lips to your pulse point.

“It was fucking awful.” You tense—an apology on your lips—but he’s not done. “And also fucking hot as hell. And shit—that thing with your lips?”

“Which one?”

You can feel his chest rumble. “When you wrapped your lips over your teeth. Why don’t you do that all the time?”

“It cuts up my mouth.”

“Oh.”

You rub his arm. “Special occasions, ok?”

You’re not shocked when you feel Mary start to grind into you and his erection press into your ass.

“Mare.”

“Fuck, ok—I lied. Can I have it now? Please?”

You spread your thighs to let Mary’s cock fall in between them; his hips don’t miss a beat.

“How do you want it, cowboy?”

His movements stop. “Don’t say shit that’ll make me lose my boner.”

You giggle.

He resumes his shallow thrusting between your legs, his one hand pressed against your belly and his breath hot on your ear.

“Mare?”

“Hmm?”

“You want it like this?”

“I’m thinking.”

You let him rub in between your legs as his hand traces the curves of your belly and gropes lightly at your tits.

“I want your mouth,” he says finally as his hips stutter. “Wanna fuck it ‘til your throat’s raw. Wanna get the last laugh and give you my jizz for breakfast.”

Your clit gives a tiny pulse of interest.

“Yeehaw,” you say.

Mary stops. “Ok, that’s fucking it, little girl.”

There’s a flurry of limbs, some jostling on the bed, and the next thing you know, Mary has you pulled to the edge of the bed, your head hanging off it upside down. He’s all frantic movements and snarls as he gets the positioning just right, but all you do is smile and open your mouth.

He’s not gentle when he finally shoves his dick in your mouth, and he starts pumping into you immediately, grunting and panting. He really is focused on using your mouth hard, and a few times you need to give him a light shove when he gets too aggressive. Your eyes are watering, and snot is dripping the wrong way down your face as Mary chases his release with singular focus.

It’s not long before he’s shaking, his thrusts slowing, as his cock gets rock hard. You try to swallow around him as much as you can before letting out a hum. With a high-pitched moan, Mary snaps his hips into you hard, and you cough in reflex just before the salt of his release fills your mouth. With each subsequent twitch, Mary sounds more like you when you cum hard than his usual guttural growls.

Your mouth is still filled with his cum, his dick still pulsing wildly, when he pulls out and continues to shoot his load all over your face. All you can do is keep your eyes screwed shut and try not to cough his cum back on him. Still moaning, Mary starts rubbing his cockhead all over your face and through the mess he’s created. He’s apparently having a religious experience, so you refrain from laughing at how much of a mess you are. You think there might be cum in your ear canal; it’s definitely up your nose.

Finally, you hear him collapse to the floor and feel when he leans into the side of the bed.

“Jesus fuck,” he pants. “My fucking nuts.”

Blindly you reach out a hand, patting his shoulder when you connect with it.

“If this were blood, I’d be worried you’d need a transfusion, Mare.”

You feel his fingers swipe through the jizz on your cheek.

“I’m not even fucking sorry. Christ, you look hot like this. Shit, if I thought I could get it up again, I might try to get the rest of you.”

“I doubt you could coat me before the first part started drying.”

“Hmm. Maybe I’ll save all my jizz for a week in a jar. Dump it on you after I’m done.”

“Make sure you reheat it first. Cold jizz is the worst.”

“Pffft. This is why I—why you’re my fucking favorite.”

“Little help?”

“You got a hose?”

“Just fucking hand me the cum towel so I can at least see my way to the bathroom, asshole.”

You feel him lean away; then there’s some rustling.

“It’s uh—kinda crusty. You still want it?”

“How crusty? Like on a scale of totally stiff to random patches.”

“Calico.”

“What?”

“Fuck, I dunno. It’s your metaphor.”

“Best judgement, Mare.”

There’s a pause, some more rustling, then the feel of tissues lightly swiping over your eyes. Carefully you open your eyes, your eyelashes still sticking together slightly. Mary’s face is peering over you.

“S’good?”

“S’all right.” You give him the thumbs up.

As you make your way to your feet, Mary gives you a slap on the ass.

“And don’t forget my breakfast, woman!”

You glare down at him.

“This isn’t a restaurant.”

He gives you big, puppy dog eyes.

“But, but, but—aftercare.”

“I’m sorry, who’s the one that sounds like Patty and Selma?”

He sticks out his bottom lip. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Only because you’re cute.”

He wiggles his index fingers into his dimples.

You’re through the door when you peek back around the door frame.

“Of course, you’re going to have to wonder how much of your cum I added to it.”

You’re already closing the bathroom door behind you when you hear, “Wait—Suey. Fuck.”

Once you reemerge (clean and flushed), you’re surprised—but pleased—to see Mary at the cafe table with plated eggs on toast and mugs of steaming coffee. He looks up at you as you exit the bathroom—his eyes round and his gaze following your progress toward him. You slip onto his lap, running one hand through his hair. Mary’s eyes close and you press a kiss to his temple.

“Mmm. Good boy.”

Next ➡️

[justcallme-ryan]

Quiet, Monty

At this point, I think I may very nearly go insane. I’d gone a whole bloody lifetime hopelessly longing, and now that it’s not hopeless, we’re stuck boarding with a group of restless pirates each night. By the third night we sleep with the crew, I know I have no chance of sleeping. Percy’s hammock is far too close to mine to not be distracting, and I’m rather hard and haven’t had the chance to take care of such a thing in over a week.

I spend my time staring across at Percy’s unruly hair littering his cheek--or I did, before he turned to face me, smirking.

“Enjoying yourself?”

I nearly jump out of the hammock. “Yes, I suppose I am.”

“It’s fairly amusing, you know,” he smirks, “watching you suffer. Your pants aren’t that loose, Monty, I can certainly notice.” 

I can’t help but blush, but it’s dark enough that he won’t see it. “I figured, as you went out of your way to brush your hand against it at dinner.”

“Helpful, aren’t I?”

“Very.” I roll my eyes. I watch as he stands, taking a glance around the room before coming over to my hammock. “Perce, we could get in trouble.”

“So the thought of me tying you up and fucking you senseless in a room full of strangers doesn’t sound appealing?” The bulge in my pants begins to grow, and rubs up against the fabric, putting it in full view. Percy glances down and smirks. “Right, then, I suppose I’ll just go back to my bed.”

I whimper as he turns, mocking me. “Percy.”

“What?” he asks innocently, turning back.

“Please?”

“Please what, darling?”

“There’s some rope in the corner,” I tell him, and he simply smirks. I watch him make his way over to where I gestured, studying the men to ensure all of them are asleep. When he returns, he dangles the rope teasingly before me.

“Where shall I put this, hmm? On your hands?”

I squirm involuntarily, suggesting quietly, “On my neck?”

“My God Monty, choking?” Percy laughs, breaking his suggestive tone. I shrivel down into the mattress, and he stops abruptly. “Hey, it’s alright darling. I just never took you for such a sub.”

“You don’t seem to be complaining,” I point out. Percy chuckles.

“Fair. Alright, neck it is,” he says, tying me down to the hammock. I practically moan at the rope’s gentle pull, and nearly ask him to tie it tighter, but refrain.

“Do you have something to lubricate?” I ask. He goes over to his fiddle case and takes out a vile from the center that I always assumed was ink or water.

“Oil,” he tells me. I nod. “Now quiet, Monty. We wouldn’t want to wake the crew, hmm?”

I take a self conscious look around me after he says this. To be entirely honest, I had forgotten they were there. My head snaps back when I feel Percy’s cold hands sliding my pants to my ankles, however, and I watch as my enlarged member springs upright.

I completely melt into the fabric holding me as he takes to wrapping his hand around it, pumping it slowly. My eyes flutter shut and my mouth parts, and suddenly a new sensation is coming and my eyes dart open to see his mouth shockingly close to the tip, his hot breath coming over me. Before I know what’s happening his tongue is swirling over it in a circle, and I’m panting, and then he’s easing his mouth over half my length and pumping the other half and I’m completely and hopelessly wasted for him.

And then an uncontrollable moan escapes my lips, and Percy instantly stops and stands, tsking. “Naughty, now, aren’t we? I told you to be quiet.”

“Please, Perce, please,” I beg, taking note of how my cock is thrusting as he teases me.

“Bad boys don’t get to be pleasured, darling,” he says, shaking his head and continuing to tsk. Before I can clear my head, Percy is sliding off his pants, and then all my thoughts are consumed by a wonder I had never before seen: Percy’s wholly hard dick.

“Shit, Perce,” I whisper-moan at the sight, suddenly having a desperate urge to put his dick in my mouth. He chuckles as I gape at it, and then takes the vile and uncaps it, pouring it into his cupped palm. From the drift of scent I catch, I can tell it’s olive oil.

Watching Percy jack himself off with his hands is the most goddamn attractive thing I have ever seen in my life. Even in the darkness of the cabin I can see the dampness of it as he prepares it for entryway, and by the time he’s done I’m begging for him to fuck me.

“What a good boy,” he coos, smiling down at me. “Ready to help me pleasure myself. If you keep behaving, maybe you’ll find my hands somewhere similar on your being as well.”

I shiver at the thought. When my eyes open again, he’s lining up at my entrance. He looks down into my eyes, and his turn gentle. He leans forward and presses his lips gently to mine, and the kiss alone is nearly enough to make me come. When he pulls away, he says, softly, “Are you ready?”

I nod, and the next thing I know he’s easing his tip into me. He’s going at the perfect pace, and for a moment I wonder if he’s done this before, but then I don’t want to think about that. And, sweet Jesus, he’s moving back out again, just to push back in as slowly as he started. After a while his pace becomes aggravating, and if I hadn’t been tied down, I may have taken it upon myself to try to push him in faster.

“Please, Perce, faster,” I request, my eyes pleading as I pull at my restraints, causing a pleasurable tightening in my throat. He picks up the pace, and soon I’m wondering how the slapping of skin isn’t waking the crew.

The crew.

I had completely forgotten they were there, and I look around the room to make sure none of them had woken. Percy randomly starts stroking my cock as I do so, and I have to bring a hand to my mouth to stifle a moan. I look back to him, reaching my peak as I realize how likely it is that we will be caught. Something about it is shamefully arousing.

I bite my hand to keep from making noise as Percy continues pounding into me, his hand matching the pace of his thrusts. My load goes far enough to splash onto the ceiling as I explode, and I watch as Percy’s mouth falls open at the sight. Soon he’s grunting, and I’m completely filled up by his discharge. We’re both gasping as he pulls out, and he falls on top of me despite there being no room in the hammock.

“Do you want me to untie you?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah,” I reply, still panting. He lifts his head to do so, and he shifts up as the rope falls so that his mouth was breathtakingly close to mine.

“I love you, Monty,” he whispers, connecting our lips.

I don’t get the chance to reply.

[thepleasureisguilty]

A Day of Pampering Chapter 6:  the count’s new clothes

Part of an ongoing rp between @ask-a-slippery-boy and myself

Chapter 1:(SFW)  https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180404620744/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-1-insomnia-and-a-night

Chapter 2: (SFW) https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180491298229/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-2-bathe-in-the-baths

Chapter 3: (NSFW ish): https://thepleasureisguilty.tumblr.com/post/180609254064/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-3-turning-tables-in

Chapter 4: (NSFW)

https://ask-a-slippery-boy.tumblr.com/post/180612617105/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-4-love-languages

chapter 5 : (SFW ish) 

https://ask-a-slippery-boy.tumblr.com/post/180645825730/a-day-of-pampering-chapter-5-seven-minutes-in

This one is SFW : contains, making fun of goat men and playing dress up. 

thepleasureisguilty

*my face flushes and i look at you terrified*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I press you hard against the wall to hide you*

Y-you caught me! I was rading the closet, I’ll come out... just give me a second... *I throw another fur over you*

thepleasureisguilty

*I think about what the voice said... More than ten second...* ilya they already know im here!

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia makes an almost amused tsking sound* I’m not a fool, Doctor, I know there’s two of you...

thepleasureisguilty

See?

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I spin* N-n-Nadia! What a pleasure to see you....

*she grind and steps closer.* “Julian, are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

thepleasureisguilty

*I take a deep breath and prepare myself, not entirely sure for what*

*clears throat and steps forward, bowing low*

Countess Nadia Satrrinva

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia smirks* “Well, your friend has good manners at the very least.”

*My brain finally catches up* T-this is Mast! They’re my partner... *I flush deeply*

*Nadia looks amused* “yes my dead husband’s closet seems like the perfect date location”

thepleasureisguilty

*I flush more still bowing low* f forgive us countess, though there truly is no explanation...

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She offers you a hand* there’s no need for such formality, especially if you are with Julian. You can call me Nadia.

thepleasureisguilty

*I take the hand and rise, kissing the back of it and smiling* thank you Nadia

I do apologize for breaking into your husbands wing though, it seemed like a good bit of mischief *I hold eye contact with her, my attempt at being charming*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*nadia looks pleased* “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” *she turns on me* “Julian you don’t need to go to mischievous lengths to get in here, you’re a welcome guest.”

thepleasureisguilty

*I turn too* so we DIDN'T have to disguise ourselves as servants?... You just wanted to wear the blonde wig didn't you! *i tsk playfully*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I smirk* Only so you’d appreciate how good my natural hair looks.

*Nadia looks me up and down, playfully unimpressed. I become aware that I’m shirtless, glittery, and very disheveled* “It seems you certainly succeeded in getting into mischief, whatever the reason. Why are you in lucio’s closet anyways?

thepleasureisguilty

*I become semi bashful in stature* we ... Wanted to play dress up....

* I look at myself and blush as well realizing I am in her dead husband's furs, also shirtless with my pants undone and covered in glitter*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia looks you up and down with a smirk* “Dress up? Why you’re hardly wearing anything. And besides...” *she walks several shelves down* “if you want to play dress up you should really start in the back. That where he hid all the /tasteful/ clothes I got for him.”

thepleasureisguilty

*I laugh* I knew it could ALL have been tacky, and nadia you are known for your good taste

ask-a-slippery-boy

“And despite that he still never wore any of the things I suggested.” *she tsked. She looks us up and down.* “Julian I don’t believe most of the things here will fit you, maybe some accessories. Mast... I think shirt size should be the same. Maybe shoes...” *She turns to the shelves and grabs a pair of thigh high suede heels and hands them to you*

thepleasureisguilty

*my eyes widen along with a smile as I hold the sued boots and smirk* dress me as you like dear countess

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia smiles elegantly but there’s a spark in her eye.* “oh are you giving me free range, are you, Mast?”

thepleasureisguilty

*I grin almost mischevious.and nod*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia's coy smile slips for a moment and she beams at you genuinely* "Finally, someone with good sense. Follow me!" *She leads us further into the back of the closet. The things become less gaudy as we go, much less obnoxious. They start to look almost tasteful even. Against the back wall there's a long bench. I kiss your cheek take your fur from you (Which honestly feels like a crime against all that is sexy, but I'll survive) and sit with it besides  me while Nadia works her magic.* "Unfortunately the color scheme doesn't stray much. At first I thought I could get him to branch out, but it never worked. But you'll look quite good in red I think. So that does help..."

thepleasureisguilty

*I steal a light nip at your neck while your taking the fur off me and smile wide at nadia* I trust your eye Nadia, cant wait to see what you have in mind and i do enjoy the color red *I bite my lip and put a hand over the bite mark you left looking at you*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I make a muffled sound and cover my mouth to hide it. Nadia turns to look at us. Flushed, bite marks, covering ourselves in one way or another. She flushes a little herself, and gives us another knowing smirk* “I know I interrupted a rather heated moment,” *she purrs* “But do you two need leave and come back later?” *she teases.*

*the tops of my ears turn red* No! No! Sorry.... Of course we don’t want you to go! *her smirk deepens*

“Good. Than I shan’t.”

thepleasureisguilty

*I chuckle embarrassed* hehe no nadia I think we can wait *my cheeks and ears turn a bright red* ... Well calm down after a few minutes *I try to avoid eye contact with the countess, still chuckling lightly at us getting caught*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia gives a tasteful laugh at our intastefulness.* "You know, Portia did mention something to me about you becoming involved with someone. I was planning on inviting you to dinner soon, but I had no idea I'd catch you in Lucio's closet of all places. Though it certainly is a good hiding spot. Normally you would have been safe for days..."

Actually, *the tops of my ears are still very red* I was wondering why you were here... N not that you can't be here! Just.. why? You have no lost love for lucio...

*She lets out a bitter* "Ha!" "No, I'm not mourning. It's actually the opposite. wherever I spend hours in court trying to fix his old mistakes I come in here to burn something of his. It sometimes helps..." *She gives us a mischievous grin* "Which is why i'm not mad at you for ransacking. He would have hated it. Especially knowing how badly he wanted to... what’s the colloquialism? hook up? how badly he wanted to "hook up" with you himself, /Jules/."

*I'm still flushed but I tsk at the old nickname* Maybe he could have if he didn't call me that... *I shake my head* whatever reason, a chance meeting with you? always a pleasure.

thepleasureisguilty

*i laugh still very embarrassed* dinner would have been lovely, and i would have only met you shirtless on purpose if that were the case *i smirk, even though this is a strange situation she still seems to find us charming I only hope i can keep it that way.* and I would love to invite YOU to dinner Nadia, ...though my lounge is much more humble than what you planned for sure... *I chuckle* im honestly just happy were not kicked out.... *I grin as she speaks of burning her husbands things* I think I'm liking you more and more Nadia... *I laugh openly as she reveals how pleased she is that we were fooling around in here and how much her husband would have hated it*

And I never met Lucio, but from what I hear it sounds like he deserves to have his things ransacked and burnt

ask-a-slippery-boy

*she seems amused by your cheekiness* Well you are of course still welcome to stay for dinner. And a lounge you say? Sounds interesting at the very least. *She digs into the racks and pulls out a red silk tunic. It definitely has heavy prakran influence, falling down to knee length, and having an intricate pattern stitched into it. She hands it to you.* "Try this for me?"

Ahhh yes... Lucio... *She rubbed her temples* He... he was complicated. He was so rugged and ambitious when we met. Even charming, all though he was always selfish and fairly annoying at times. We had the same goals but once we reached them... well then he was less rugged and ambitious and more selfish and annoying... And now I have to clean up his mess

thepleasureisguilty

*I blink surprised* y-yes that would be great! *and my eyes widen at the tunic* of course *I smile and slip on the garment it fits snuggly around my hips and flows across my chest and shoulders, the intricate stitching holding the garments shape very well*

...*I listen to the countess carefully* .... Im sorry to hear that... You deserve someone that will make you happy, smile and feel special and important... *my brows raise with a ln idea* .... Do you have anyone like that nadia? Not necessarily in a romantic sense *yet* but someone who is simply there for you?

Active in the last hour

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She looks pleased as you put on the tunic.* Now that is quite fetching. Wouldn't you say so, Doctor? *I stutter over myself while I sing your praises, you do look very handsome. But Nadia already knows this and continues on over me* "Why do you ask? Are you looking to fill the position?" *she's teasing, but a blush does fall over her briefly* I... suppose there is a person or too who is always there for me... but they have to be... but they do make me laugh...

thepleasureisguilty

*I smirk and raise a brow at her asking about me filling the position* heh I fear I would bore or annoy you countess, besides I am /quite/ happy with my Devorak *I smirk at you*... And no one has to be there for you nadia, even the courtiers should be there for you but from what I hear they are more like squabbling children... It is someone who takes the time out of their day to properly make you laugh and smile... Now thats magic

Hmm perhaps, invite them to dinner tonight *I smile*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*The gears are turning in my head slowly, I don't realize that you're talking about Pasha until you say "My Devorak" My face lights up. Gods you are so tricky and I am so in love with you.*

"Quite bold of you, Mast..." *she doesn't look angry* "What a pleasant change. Most are not so straightforward with me." *She smiles to herself* "Magic, hm? I'll have to think about it..."

*she clears her throat* "Well in any case, if I'm going to dine with one Devorak I might as well have the complete set. Any qualms if I invite your dear sister?"

*I beam* Of course not! I'd love to see her. Thank you for your kindness, Nadia.

*She waves me off* "Think nothing of it." *and pulls a floor length burgundy piece from one of the shelves* "Thoughts on this one, Mast?"

thepleasureisguilty

*i simply smile as she practically admits her feelings for portia* and try not to make a fuss over it knowing that would discourage her. I beam whe. I see the burgundy garment. It is floor length robe like piece, that with a pair of tight black pants.* oooooOoo. I like this one

*I slip it on, the sleeves flowing and taper at my elbow the fabric after the tight band flowing down elegantly, the tie in the front closes securely around my waist revealing my chest nicely and the way it flows across and down my hips is comfortable and a little heavy

*it is open in the front revealing my torso and legs, i turn for the countess and for you*

What you think? *I strike a pose and grin*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I'm not sure if she invited my sister because she actually just wanted us both there, or if Pasha is the person in question that makes her laugh. Either way it feels like a success. I smile triumphantly. Which shifts to awe as you re dress and pose.* I I Incredible.... Mast you look... sooo good. *If nadia wasnt here I may not have been able to keep myself from pinning you again.*

"Yes Mast, that is quite the handsome combination if I do say so." *Nadia chimed.* "Oh doctor, I believe you're drooling” *She teased*

thepleasureisguilty

*I laugh at you, quite actually drooling, and turn to the countess* Nadia, if you do enjoy my boldness then please dont mind me asking... May I wear this to dinner tonight?

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia raises an eyebrow at you* "Only if you wear these shoes" *She hands you a pair of glittering gold flats* "It'll match the bath glitter you stole."

thepleasureisguilty

*I become suddenly bashful and take the shoes* hehe ...fair

*I slip them on, im not used to flats, there not good for city walking, but they are very comfortable and fit really well* thank you *I smile*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She hums and taps her fingers to her chin.* "Follow me." *She turns and walks out, not actually checking to see if we're following. I grab out clothes, the tunic, and furs on or way out. I do have every intention of keeping them if I can. We enter back to his room, I set our haul down on the bed and Nadia opens a different door, this one has a complicated locking system. Once it opens she ushers us inside. The walls are filled with shelves and cases of jewelry. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to all the light reflecting from all the gold in this room.* "There has to be a few tasteful accessories in here somewhere....A ha!" *She finds a shelf in the back full of things i suspect she had made for him and he never wore. She passes things to you. A gold  pair of drop earrings with rubies dangling from them. A black velvet choker with delicate strands of small rubies swooping from it. A combination ring/bracelet crafted from very thin gold chains.

thepleasureisguilty

*I follow, getting used to the shoes and watch her work in awe as she opens the complicated lock, i look at you to see if your as impressed as i am and gawk as she hands me the jewelry* wow these are beautiful

ask-a-slippery-boy

"And never worn I'm sure." *she tsked.*  "I'm quite certain they'll complete that ensemble..."

thepleasureisguilty

*I begin to put on the jewelry, polished, new... I hesitate with the choker... Not wanting to have an episode... I breath and tie it on the looser loop around my neck, it is surprisingly light and the weight rests on my sternal notch instead of around my throat like i thought it would, i smile thoughtfully* what do you think nadia?

ask-a-slippery-boy

*She looks you up and down, inspecting you. She walks in a circle around you* "Hmm... I can't believe we salvaged such an elegant look from Lucio's closet. Mast, you look very charming. Almost as good as only wearing tight pants and a fur." *She teased, but there was maybe a hit of a blush there*

thepleasureisguilty

*I smirk at her* i am glad you liked what i picked out too *I look past her and to you* and how about you my love what do you think? *I give you a much more sensual look*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I'm practically in tears with how stunning you look. The seductive look you flash me gives me goose bumps. I bite my lip and give you a shaky thumbs up*

thepleasureisguilty

*I laugh and blush at your response excited to see what you'll say/do when nadia’s not in the room*

ask-a-slippery-boy

“Julian, are you going to put a shirt on? Or were you planning on dining with us like that?” *I turn a deep shade of red and scramble to find the top I was wearing when I came in. While Nadia laugh softly at me.*

thepleasureisguilty

*I chuckle at you too always loving the sight of you embarrassed * ...nadia is there no shirts of lucio's that would suit Ily- julian

Unless you want him dressed as a servant for dinner *I Chuckle*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*Nadia purses her lips.* “Julian’s shoulders are much too broad. I can’t think of any shirts that would fit over him, and definitely not any that would go with those pants... maybe.... hmmm... wait here.” *she returns to the closet*

*i take the moment to grab you by the waist and kiss you like I’ve wanted to for the past 20 minutes*

thepleasureisguilty

*i kiss you back eagerly and happily*

Well this was interesting turn of events

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I laugh breathily* not exactly what I was expecting. Are you still having fun?

thepleasureisguilty

*I smile against your lips* yes I am still having a wonderful time with you, i love the looks on your face

Are you?

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I pull you into a kiss and groan* yes, a wonderful time... *I go back to kiss you again, but the countess returns before I get the chance.*

“I got this for him before I realized he was far too stubborn to branch out. I think it ought to suit you well enough....” *she hands me a bundle of silky fabric. I pull away from you and try it on. It’s a deep teal color and the fabric is so thin you can almost see through it. It was clearly made to be flowy, but it is a bit more form fitting on me. I leave the top several button undone, partially for fashion but mostly because they don’t close. Nadia nods to herself and slips into the jewelry room. She returns with a decorative ear cuff and a necklace that is just several thin silver chains of various lengths. I put them on. She looks thoughtful.* “Certainly and improvement. What do you think, Mast?”

thepleasureisguilty

*my eyes are practically sparkling as i look at you the silver reflects the copper of your hair and rests well amongst the hair on your chest, orange and blue, a complementary color palette that has always amazed me* your so beautiful *I finally say under my breath*

ask-a-slippery-boy

*I blush deeply at your compliment.* “Yes, quite the handsome pair you make.” *Nadia agrees.* “Julian you should try blues more often I think. Anyways, dinner should be done soon, shall we?”

thepleasureisguilty

*I hold out my arm for you and smile* I think so... *I let nadia walk in front of us and squeeze your ass as we follow*