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and on this episode of analyzing and yapping about vox’s every move…
VOX IS SO FUCKING JEALOUS OF ANGEL I CANT STAND THIS PATHETIC LOSER ANYMORE (i love him)
vox puts up a front to make himself look charming, but underneath that is an insecure, obsessive, controlling man. he’s obsessed with things that can and have hurt him (alastor, valentino) and even though he has cameras everywhere and can no doubt see how abusive valentino is, he’s fixated on the fact that he isn’t the main subject of valentino’s attention, and he wants to be.
he’s even overjoyed in the brief moment that he thought that angel had quit, his face lighting up hopefully as he asks the question and getting upset/frustrated when valentino cares more about going to get angel than vox telling him not to. now, i’m not saying that this is the ONLY reason vox sounded happy when asking if angel had quit because vox is also likely just sick and tired of hearing valentino yapping about angel 24/7 (if u look back, he does it in nearly every single scene he’s in. imagine years of living with him.) but he’s DESPERATE to be valentino’s favorite, and he’s unhealthily obsessed with the idea of it. same with alastor and the way he’s obsessed with him to the point of literally being turned on at the sight of him hurt.
finally, at the end of poison, the second vox sees angel on the balcony, he makes a face, looks at val, and immediately dips. if that first look was not the face of jealousy, i don’t know what is.
in conclusion he’s so fucking jealous i just cannot do this anymore guys I CANT THIS LOSER NEEDS MENTAL ASSISTANCE 😐🫵
if there’s anything else any of u all noticed please tell me because the brainrot is so bad
(u guys better enjoy this post because i spent an hour yapping and finding clips for this)
#what a pathetic loser (i need him so bad)#I JUST CANTNTNTNNTSHZJHSJDHS#hazbin hotel#staticmoth#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel valentino#unrelated but the way vox said you’re not going over there is so…#i would’ve said yes sir and sat the fuck down#i love analyzing psychology (i’m literally mentally ill)#they’ve taken over my brain#analysis
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teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2
summary: miles is not exactly a productive work partner
wc: ~800
A/N: not much plot movement here, but a tiny bit of exposition sort of. Miles will calm down in the following chapters...maybe 🥴
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"Oh Miles? He's in some of my AP classes. Honor student," Your friend's voice filtered through your phone speakers while on the FaceTime call. She popped a potato chip in her mouth as she sat in bed and sniffled, at home with a nasty cold.
"I've heard his name before. I think his dad died, that true?"
"Yeah, a couple years ago. Say he used to be really sweet, and now he don't talk no more."
"That's sad," you remark. "Maybe that's why I'm only seeing him now."
"You actually saw him in class?!?"
Your friend's face was the picture of disbelief, eyes wide as saucers as if this was a rare event.
"Yeah, he's my partner for the week cuz you decided to go and get yo ass sick!" you explained, dramatically jabbing a finger at your phone screen.
"It's not my fault that kid from AP Chem sneezed on me, damn!"
"He's really smart, but his attitude fucking sucks. He draws good, though," you think out loud.
“It’s just a week, sis, give it four more days, you’ll be fine.”
“You’d better hope so, for your sake.”
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The following afternoon saw you asking around, trying to piece together a picture of this kid that everyone simultaneously knew and didn’t know. By the time lunchtime ended and Ms. Jones’ calculus class rolled around, you had heard the following:
‘Almost flunked out of school…on purpose’.
‘Did graffiti on the school walls once.’
‘Freakishly quiet’.
‘Secretly joined a gang’.
That last bit made your stomach turn a little as you approached your new temporary seat. Sure enough, Miles was already slouched at his desk, twirling that same pen between his fingers like a drumstick. You didn’t bother to say ‘hi’ this time. He didn’t bother to look up, either.
Miles didn’t say a word during the lecture portion of class, not even to answer questions. Would explain why you’d hardly noticed him until this week.
As the heavy-set math teacher scanned the classroom, she frequently craned her neck and made brief eye contact with Miles, but never cold-called him.
Her skin was a chestnut shade, and she kept her dark hair pinned back in a tight, slick bun. The way she pressed her lips together as she moved on suggested that they’d been through this before, and she'd be sorely disappointed.
When her lecture ended, Miles suddenly stood to his full height.
You weren’t able to tell by the way he sat, but the boy was quite lanky. Even with his awkwardly-broad shoulders slumped, he likely was a half a head taller than you. Ms. Jones stopped her slow pacing around the classroom and sighed.
“Miles, sweetie, what did I say yesterday?”
Miles looked up at the ceiling and sighed in exasperation before plopping back down into his chair. He raised his hand as if it pained him to do so.
“Yes, Mr. Morales?”
“May I please use the restroom?”
A few snickers could be heard erupting around the classroom, and the woman rolled her eyes. An innocent smile was plastered over Miles’ face, revealing two deep dimples in his cheeks. If the smile had actually reached his eyes, you would’ve thought he was cute.
“Go ahead,” Jones relented.
The boy dropped the smile and noisily pushed his chair aside; As he shot back up from his seat and strolled past your desk towards the door, Jones narrowed her eyes at him.
“Hold it. Sir, where are your glasses?”
Miles stopped in his tracks, groaning loudly.
“Oh my god, I don’t need glasses to go potty, Ms. Jones. I can aim, I promise.”
“Make sure you put them on as soon as you get back, your mother told me to remind you. Go,” Jones said, waving her hand dismissively.
“Uh-huh, thank you, ma’am!” The boy was already in the hallway, letting the door slam behind him.
Today's partner work was just a packet of long equations to simplify, so you were only mildly irritated that Miles never seemed to return from his impromptu bathroom trip until the last fifteen minutes of class.
You looked up as he sauntered over to his desk, hands in his pockets.
“Where were you? Class is almost over,” you demanded.
Miles ignored you and sat down, picking up his pen to work at a long string of equations at lightning speed.
Suddenly, you reached over and snapped your fingers in front of him. The boy looked up with his lips curled into a grimace.
"What's good witchu? You got through the work, didn't you?" Miles hissed in a low whisper to avoid catching Ms. Jones' attention.
You frowned deeply. "And what if I didn't? I'd be struggling while you were off running around the damn school-"
"I needed time to myself," he interrupted. "To think."
" 'Think' about what?"
"Personal shit," Miles resumed his problem-solving. "Any more questions, officer?"
The school bell rang, pulling from you a sigh of relief that you wouldn't have to see him again for another 24 hours.
#miles morales#earth 42 miles morales#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales x reader#spiderman across the spiderverse#moralesanhour
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❛CHRISTMAS EVE❜ ( p. jay )
p. husband!jay x fem!reader w. 0.8k+
— 𖦹 warnings. unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of baby
— 𖦹 ( your husband makes it home just in time to spend christmas eve with you ) !
8 days of christmas masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
‘9:30 p.m.' is what the clock read, and jays leg bounced up and down nervously — he was gonna miss Christmas eve, he promised you he’d be there.
He was on his way out , when his assistant stopped him reminding him that he had a late video call with investors for his company — pissed that he forgot about the meeting , even more pissed that it was Christmas eve and he knew you wanted to spend it with him.
You said it was fine, but he didn’t care, he knew you were saying that just to make him feel better — he was determined to make it to you. He took one look standing up. “sir?” His assistant sat next to him. “I can’t I have to get home.” He said. “Sir this is important, it’s a new client.”
“It’s Christmas eve, and they’re an hour late.” He said. “if they wanted it , they would’ve been punctual.” He grabbed his coat. “What do we do?” His assistant said. “Go home to your family, Merry Christmas .” he said making his way out of his office.
He wasted no time, hopping into his car, speeding all the way home to you, it was now 10 o’clock — you probably were still getting ready for bed, he was gonna make it. Pushing the buttons to your condo door, walking it dropping his things, not even bother to stop in the kitchen — heading straight to the bedroom.
“Jay?” sat on the bed, finishing up some wrapping, your husband walking in the door. “I made it baby.” He said, you smiled. “What about your meeting.” He shook his head. “I don’t care about that.” He said undoing his tie, rolling his sleeves up. “My wife wanted me home for Christmas eve, so im here.”
You smiled , putting the newly wrapped gift on the night stand. “Come here.” You stretched your arms out. “You are perfect.” You kissed him, hugging him. “I love you so much.” He whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. “I don’t care if it’s Christmas eve or saint patrick’s day, if you want to spend it with me, then im here.”
“I love you too jay.” He kissed you again, with much more hunger. Your camisole sleeve falling down, barely covering your boobs at this point. “So beautiful baby.” He squeezed your boob. “Jay.” He smiled. “shush baby girl.” He stood up. “Gonna give you everything you want.”
He unbuttoned his dress shirt , you watched him slowly undoing his slacks , letting them fall to the ground, stepping out of them. “Gonna fuck a baby inside you tonight.” He climbed in between your legs, using his thumb, pressing down on your clothed clit. “Fu-fuck jay please.”
He pulled your panties to the side , the cool air hitting your cunt making you moan. “Look at how wet your are.” He was salivating. “You really want me to fuck a baby into you.” You nodded. “Y-yes.” You mewled. He grabbed the base of his cock, slapping his mushroom tip against your clit. “Fuck jay , please put it in.”
He slowly pushed into your hole , groaning as he bottomed out. “such a perfect pussy.” He moaned , pulling out just to push himself back in, stretching you out. “can’t wait to fill it with my cum.”
You moaned out, gripping his arm as he rocked into you. “Sh-shit jay you feel so good.” He hummed. “Fuck princess, your taking my cock so well.” He sped up. “good fucking girl.” His cock head pressing against your womb. “gonna breed you nice and well.”
You clenched around him , making him moan out. “fuck you like that?” he grunted. “Is that what you want for Christmas? Want me to fuck a baby into you?” You screamed out as he began to plow into your cunt. “Fu-fucking answer me.” You nodded , your eyes shut. “Fuck yes, please give me a baby.”
He grabbed your legs , bringing them to your chest, plowing into you harder and faster. “Jay!” he moaned , cursing and whispering filthy shit into your ear. “fuck my pretty wife, cum for me.” He said. “Cum all over my cock, make a mess.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head ,you let out a pornographic moan as you cum, your cunt fluttering around him as you came down from your high. “Good girl.” He said. “Fuck im cumming.” He grunted , thrusting once, twice — shooting his load into your waiting womb. “Fake take my load baby.”
He stayed inside you , positioning you into a much comfortable position — pulling you deep into his arms , kissing your forehead. “Thank you.” You said. “For making it home I really wanted you here.” You confessed. “I told you baby I’ll always be here for you, no matter how many meetings I have to cancel.” He looked at the time, it read ‘12:00’
“It’s Christmas.” He kissed your forehead. “Merry Christmas my beautiful wife.”
“Merry Christmas my handsome husband.”
©️LUVYENI
#kpop x reader#kpop smut#enhypen ff#enhypen oneshots#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen hard thoughts#enhypen hard hours#jay park smut#jay park x reader#jay smut#jay hard thoughts#jay hard hours#jay scenarios#jay park scenarios
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PLEASE DO ANOTHER POLICE OFFICER! BILL SMUT PLSLSLPLSSLPLSPSLPSLSLPSLPSLPLPSLPLS
ᡣ𐭩 police officer bill p2
now what the fuck did you get yourself into? because there you sat in the interrogation chair, facing the one and last person you wanted to see. sat straight and tall, tapping one of his fingers on the wooden desk of his office, staring at you like some animal. licking your dry lips, you are met face to face with the officer who fucked you silly.
bill kaulitz was his name, and on your last endeavour, he had caught you.. which ended with the both of you encountering some, quite indecent acts that following night. now, he had warned you about committing crimes again, and what would happen if you did.
but maybe you wanted this, maybe you wanted him to fuck you silly, brain so numb all you can think of is how his dick drills into your sore pussy. you miss that feeling, the feeling of fullness. the feeling of his cock all the way in your stomach as he brings a hand to choke your neck.
“dollface, did you hear anything i said?” a voice breaks your consciousness as you jolt within your seat. clearing your throat, you pretend you were paying attention to whatever the fuck he was just saying earlier. “of course i was!”
he hums in disapproval. uh oh. getting up from his seat, he leans over his desk to hover over you who’s sitting down, hands restrained together by the uncomfortable clasp of metal around your wrists. using his thumb and his index finger, he holds your chin making you look directly at him. eyelids lowered, he has this primal gaze that almost has your knees buckling.
“i don’t think you understand the current situation you’re in, dollface..” you swallow hard, damn. did he have to say it in such a dark tone? moving away from the desk, he circles around it’s peripheral, finding his way behind you. he presses his crotch against your backside, clearly hard. dumb little you would’ve thought it was a gun again.
papers and files were pushed off the table, and there you were, bent over officer kaulitz’s desk as he fucks into you for being such a bad girl. clawing at the wood, you attempt to stabilize yourself on the furniture as it shakes and lean with every thrust. his cock throbs inside of you with every moan and whimper that slips out of your mouth.
“b-bill..” “that’s sir, to you,” you bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan as he pumps himself within you, heavy balls smacking against your ass as he relentlessly moves his hips. “s—ah—s-sir.. n’more..” a low chuckle heard from behind you as a harsh smack lands on your behind, a yelp escaping your lips.
“u-ugh.. been such a bad girl.. i literally fucked you the other day, was that not enough for ya?” tears fill your eyes. your cunt hurts from the way he pounds into you, and it doesn’t help that you guys just had sex not too long ago. god wasn’t nice enough to let you successfully escape from your heist, a limp to your walk. now you’d need a wheelchair.
you sob at how thick he fills your pussy, angling his hips to continuously abuse your g spot as the creak of a table and sticky wet squelching echoes through his office. “y-you don’t understand.. i—mmh! needed the m-money.. hahh..” “yeah? then lemme help you out.”
frowning, you couldn’t ask him to do that. what the hell was his problem? a police officer helping a felony? it sounded almost insane but the way he latches his fingers to circle on your clit as he pistons his hips fucking into yours made him sound a smidge more genuine.
“f-fuck!! ‘m gonna cum soon..” “so is that a yes?” you look back at bill, whose hips still for a moment as he awaits your answer. averting your gaze, you face flushes as he can only look down at you with a smirk, “i-i’ll think about it..”
another slap lands on your ass, quivering you gasp in disbelief at the sudden movement of bill. he only looks at you, pursing his lips together as he begins moving again, your cunt walls shaping to fit him better inside of you, “guess yer gunna need a lil’ more convincing, hm?”
a heat firing in your belly as he pounds into you. your pussy sounds filthy, wet and squishy as bill plunges his cock into you with no intentions to stop. you clench around him, close, and without your words bill can see as how fast your orgasm is to come, even making an effort to fuck your hips back onto his.
scoffing, bill can only pull himself out of you, juices leaking out and an empty, unsatisfying feeling flurries within your cunt. “w-wha.. why’d you stop?” “ohoh, look at you all desperate to come now, little slut wants this dick but doesn’t even want my help.” your chest feels heavy, cunt even heavier with need.
“y’know i can’t ask you for that..” “you’re not asking doll.. i’m offering.” he turns your body around to face his and cups a hand around your cheek, stroking away the sweat and tears with his thumb as he places a kiss to your forehead, “s’what is it gunna be? gunna let me help ya? if not, you can leave right now.”
you whine, reaching a hand out to his lower groin, bill quickly swatting your hand away. “‘m serious, y/n.” as you look him up and down, you can’t help but think. it is a pretty good offer, what is there to lose? “o-okay.. i’ll let you help me.”
a smile forms on bill’s lips as he gropes one of your breasts in his hand, thumbing over sensitive bud, “atta girl… whaddya say?” both hands now grasping each of your tips, fondling with the flesh, “t-thank you..” he shakes his head at you, sighing, letting out a little gasp in all of your forgetfulness, “thank you, sir..”
“that’s more like it,” as he pushes himself back into your needy cunt, fucking nice and deep into your cervix.
i absolutely fucking hate this im so sorry T_T
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x y/n#tokio hotel x you#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel smut#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz x y/n#bill kaulitz x you#bill kaulitz x reader#bill kaulitz smut#2000s#fyp#billskeis
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Heyy! I loved the request you wrote about reader finding Hazbin Hotel characters crying and then comforting them, I was thinking, could you write a pt. 2 adding some other characters? maybe Charlie, Husk, Sir Pentious and Adam, or anyone else you’d like 💓💕💞💖
OMG TYSM!! honestly, that is one of my works that i am EXTREMELY proud of and hearing people enjoying that one is just 😭😭
but yes i can certainly do that haha hope you enjoy!!
also side note, since i got two requests that are pretty similar, i’m doing a two-in-one sorta thing!! so i hope this makes it to the anon who requested it :)
Warnings: Swear Words, S1 Spoilers, Mentions of Battles/War, Mentions of Possible Death, Mentions of Deals, Mentions of Degradation, Not Proofread
Adam, Charlie, Husk, Sir Pentious x Reader
Reader finds them crying HCs
Adam
Adam was never one for tears, he was a man, the first one at that! His pride would never let himslef ever be perceived as weak.
But once he got sent to Hell, after his death during the extermination, while that damn snake was in his place — the only feeling he felt was weakness.
Adam had stayed in his room in the hotel ever since he came, begrudgingly that is, he didn’t want to be here. He shouldn’t be here.
But somehow, Charlie somehow let him come, much to his surprise, as well as dismay, but let’s be real here, he’d he pissed either way.
He curled up against the pillow, sighing, shakily, as hot tears slipped down his cheeks. “Damnit.”
Unbeknownst to him, a knock came from the other side of the door, Charlie made you drop off Adam’s ‘Welcome Package’ — When you didn’t get a response you creaked open the door.
“Adam?” You called from the other side of the room. He didn’t look at you, he couldn’t look at you.
“Leave.” He said, his voice cracking, despite the fact that he was attempted to hold back his sobs.
You set down his basket from Charlie on his nightstand. He felt his bed dip as you sat next to him. “It’s cause you’re here right?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Adam sniffled. “Why you’re upset. It’s cause your here, right?” You elaborate.
He doesn’t say anything. You rub his knee, in attempts to comfort him. “I promise, it’s not as bad here as you think.”
You sigh. “I didn’t think it’d be great here when I first came here either, but this became my home - my family. You’ll get used to it, with time.”
Adam didn’t say anything. But deep down, his heart felt just a tad bit warmer from your words.
Charlie
Due to the upcoming extermination, Charlie was more stressed than ever, she was upset with herself. Upset that her and Heaven couldn’t band together. Upset that it had to end in this way.
Apart of herself grew to worry that maybe if she had been different, more normally, less singy-songy, Adam would’ve agreed.
Then no second meeting would’ve been necessary, no war would be needed.
The night before the battle was a tough one for Charlie, she loved and appreciated everyone she had met throughout her time, and within the blink of an eye, there was a 50/50 chance it’ll all be gone this time tomorrow.
“Charlie?” You called out to your girlfriend, who was crying infront of Angel’s door, “Sorry…” She mumbled, “I’m just so scared…” Her voice cracked, you’ve never seen her so… out of sorts, before.
“What if we lose?” She asked, rhetorically. “You’ve already done so much, Charlie.” You start, pulling her close, cupping her face.
“You’ve touched the hearts every soul here… Regardless of whether or not they admit it.” You run you fingers through her hair, you were scared to, scared shitless, but you put on a brave face. A brave face for her.
“So if it turns out that we don’t make it, there’s something that I’ve been dying to say.” You pull her into a hug, before mumbling in her ear, “You need to know I love you more than anything.”
Husk
You had caught Husk in his vulnerability at a private time. You knew about his deal with Alastor, but never knew the extent of it.
“Good talk, my good man, always nice to catch up!” Alastor said, leaving Husker defenseless, shaking on the floor, as you hid on the other side of the hall.
Husk got up, slowly, and then leaned against the wall, muttering a small ‘Damnit…’
You approached him, “Are you okay?” You ask, very hesitantly, you know Husk is more of a listener then someone to vent, but there was no harm in trying.
Husk sighs, low and gruff, but so hurt, it hurt you. “Made a shitty deal I regret, and I can’t take it back, y’know.” Husk answered, using his claw to wipe a few tears from under his eyes.
You’re unsure of what to do, you’ve never seen him like this, you smile at him softly, and open your arms for him, “Hug?”
Husk chuckles at your innocent antics, “Seriously?” He asks with a smirk, “Totally seriously!”
He sighs jokingly, clambering over to you, accepting your embrace. “This is so stupid.”
“You know you love it!” And you’re right, he did.
Sir Pentious
It was no secret that Pentious wanted to be an equal to the Vee’s, at least, before he officially started staying at the hotel.
And when Vox called him a ‘miserable failure’, it hit hard.
When Sir Pentious entered his room for the night, he shooed his eggs away, left with a sour taste in his mouth from Vox’s words.
A knock comes from Pentious’ door, he goes to answer it, trying to sniffle away his tears, he opened the door to see you.
“I just wanted to say you did a good thing, you’re willing to change even after you fucked up, and honestly I admire tha— Pentious, are you okay?” You rambled on, before getting a good look at his face.
He sniffled. “Y-Yes, I just.. don’t appreciate what Vox said about me.” He said, holding back his sobs, although not very well.
Your heart ached for the poor snake, you pulled him into a hug and patted him on the back, “If he can’t see the amazing Pentious I see, then he’s not worth it, we only met today, but I can already see what a wonderful person you are.”
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Sharpen The Heel Of Your Boot
just dirty filthy smut
warnings: hard dom!alex, sub!reader, smut, pwp, choking, degrading, inappropriate use of footwear
word count: 3.8k
you and alex had quite an interesting relationship, to say the least. for an outsider you probably would’ve been considered freaks of some sort if they knew what went down in your bedroom, but you loved how things were between you two.
you’d given him free rein over you, and that meant absolutely everything. anything he wanted to do to you, he could, whatever he wanted from you, you’d oblige, nothing was off limits unless you told him so beforehand.
this time he came home mad for some reason. he’d called you on his way, telling you to get ready and wait for him all prepped, but you started doing something else and completely forgot. by the time you remembered what he asked of you he was already stepping inside the house.
you freaked, knowing that disobeying him would bring on a punishment of some sorts, and he was already mad in the first place, but you also got excited as to what he would come up with, already feeling more aroused by the second just thinking of it.
you walked down the stairs to see him sitting in the living room on the big chair with a glass half full of some liquor in hand. he didn’t even bother to look at you although you knew he noticed your presence in the room.
“why weren’t you waiting for me?” he asked, his tone cold and mean, he was in that mood.
“i forgot alex, i’m sorry…”
“nuh uh. it’s ‘sir’ for you, just to be clear, and ‘i forgot’ is no excuse now, is it? huh? now tell me, are you just dumb or did you do it on purpose?” he growled. you didn’t even know what to say, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference.
“i guess you’re just thick…can’t even answer me a simple question.” he spit back at you, and you heard him utter ‘useless’ under his breath. “bring the box.” he ordered.
‘the box’ was where you kept most of your play stuff, from nipple clamps, to the classic handcuffs and diverse toys for the both of you.
you did as he said, running upstairs into your bedroom to get it and once you got back to him he waved you over to give it to him.
“sit.” he spoke, still not looking at you, not even for a second, too focused on the amber liquid in the glass. in reality he just didn’t want to give you any satisfaction by giving you attention. you went to sit on the sofa adjacent to him but immediately he tutted and snapped his fingers before pointing with his index “on the floor. and strip.”
“yes sir.” you replied, playing into his little game, loving every second of it, of having to obey his every wish and command.
you stripped off all your clothes except for the lace panties you had on, white this time. you always made sure to wear nice underwear no matter the occasion. he spoiled you with it, more for his own viewing pleasure than anything else.
you sat down on your knees in front of him, waiting for him to speak up, or just do anything.
he finally looked at you, taking in the sight of you so exposed, in stark contrast with him, suit on and he didn’t even stop to take his shoes off. he looked pristine.
“at least you’ve got a good looking pair of tits…and a pretty face. can’t fucking wait to ruin it.” by now he started to palm himself over his trousers and you would give anything to be able to touch him instead, to take his cock into your mouth and choke on it just because he loved how you let him use your throat like a fucking toy. “turn around.” he muttered, immediately followed by your quick move.
you could hear him fiddling with the stuff in the box until the noise stopped and you were aching to find what he’d picked out.
he moved your hair over to one shoulder and lowered himself so his face was at the same level as yours. you could feel goosebumps rising on your skin as his hot breath tickled the side of your face, and even though you couldn’t see him, not risking turning around to look at him, you could feel his striking gaze on you. it was burning, as if he could see straight into your soul and control it from the inside.
“you gonna be a good girl yeah? don’t want any complaining or whining from you today.”
you simply nodded as a response, figuring it would be the best not to speak up if he didn’t ask for that. and you were right, getting a praise from him.
“good, you can listen at least.” well, kind of a praise, he could sound mean at times but you loved hearing him degrade you so much, to a dumb hole for him to fuck. he would be sweet in other instances, just not when it was time to play.
the next thing you knew, you felt something cold being wrapped around your throat, and you knew instantly what it was. the chain collar he got you recently, and you didn’t yet get a chance to try it out. looks like the time has come. it was one of those that got tighter when you pulled on it, and boy was he going to get the most of that. he attached the matching chain leash at the front and pulled on it slightly just to tease you. although the thing you loved most around your throat were his hands, this was nice too, still being controlled by him, and the tightening feeling, that slight lightheadedness, always helped you get off.
he pulled you backwards, closer to him and with his harsh movement you somehow ended up sitting on top of one of his feet, your panties shifting to the side, your wet cunt sliding over his shiny patent leather boots, leaving strings of arousal over the once perfectly polished material. he quickly noticed and pulled you to sit on his knee for a moment, sticking his foot out for you to see the mess you made.
“didn’t even do anything yet and you’re already wet? look how messy you are…clean them up now you bitch, ‘s your fucking mess.”
he pushed you back down, on your knees in front of him like a fucking dog, down on all fours crawling on the floor. you stood still for a second, just looking at him for even an once of affection or something but he wasn’t going to give it to you. you bent your head down, keeping your eyes on him, and he was watching your every move. you licked a stripe up the tip on his boot, tasting yourself on them. it was an odd feeling to say the least, but seeing him grab his cock over his trousers, squeezing tighter, the sight in front of him clearly turning him on, was enough to make you even needier and you couldn’t stop your hand from sliding in between your legs, under your panties, to rub your clit, seeking any little bit of relief you could. he let out a low grunt when he noticed you started touching yourself as well, but quickly reminded himself of his role here.
he pushed you off him, the heel of his boot digging into your bare chest, leaving you with your back pressed against the sofa. he didn’t say anything but decided to just try what he wanted to, just to see your reaction, to test how truly desperate you were. he slid his foot lower, and you subconsciously spread your legs wider for him, but you weren’t prepared for how good it would feel to have the sharp heel of his boot rubbing over your clothed cunt, the friction from the lace giving just the perfect stimulation to your aching clit.
“oh don’t tell me that gets you off ” but his statement was confirmed by your whimpers and moans as he kept the same motion. “you’re filthy, a dirty little slut…my slut.” he let out, he was enjoying this just as much as you were, if not more. whilst his eyes were locked on the spot between your widespread legs, you were watching him rubbing his tip over his pants with his thumb, slow but precise movements. knowing he could make you feel that good from just that was turning him on even more, the way you were so desperate for him that you would take anything he gave you.
hmm…would you take…anything? now that he had the thought in his head he could not let it go, he had to try it.
“turn around, ass up now.”
you did as he said, putting your ass up in the air for him while your face was rubbing against the rug, good thing it was pretty soft so you wouldn’t get any ugly marks.
“and keep the face down just like that…don’t move.”
he leaned down and his hands found their place on your round ass, rubbing his rough palms over the soft skin. he pushed down your panties but due to the position he couldn’t properly take them off so he just straight up ripped them from your body, the loud noise rippling in your ears, the delicate material not standing a chance against him, now lying in pieces thrown somewhere on the floor.
he admired your ass for a moment longer, playing with the soft flesh, kneading it roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. the cold air hitting both your holes as he did that stung, needing to be touched so so fucking bad. and when he started blowing air on your tight hole you gasped and tried to squirm away, forgetting the hold he had of you. he pulled you back to him and grabbed your jaw hard, tilting your face upwards to make sure you’re looking at him.
“stay fucking put and take what i give you, alright?” you nodded the best you could with his tight grip.
he let go, your whole body falling forwards, pushing you further into the rug by slapping your ass once, and then again, rubbing over the red marks left behind before deepening them with yet another slap. you were close to crying, the stinging pain overwhelming you in the best way, you just wanted something for him, you needed to be filled up now.
“please sir just please i’m so em-empty please fill me up ple-“ you mumbled, your words coming out all messed up. now that you finally spoke up you realised how sore you were, but he cut you off before you could go any further.
“will you shut the fuck up. you wanna be filled up, huh?”
“mhmmm ple-“ earning you another harsh slap that got the tears rolling down your cheeks.
“i said quiet.” he noticed you were crying and although he didn’t want to break this sort of ‘character’ he was playing now, he left a kiss on your lower back, just as a quiet gesture to calm you down. he knew you loved it but sometimes it was a bit too much.
“let’s fill you up then…what do you say?” this time you just nodded in return. “good.”
you expected him to fuck you, since he was already hard and touching himself earlier, or give you his fingers, maybe even his tongue from the position, he had easy enough access. what you didn’t expect though was to feel something rough and cold enter your dripping wet hole. it took you a second until it clicked for you. it couldn’t be, right? you managed to move your head just enough to confirm your thought.
there he was, sitting with one of his arms splayed out on the back of the chair, his other one tugging and squeezing at his cock. this time his pants had been unzipped. you didn’t hear anything from how fucked up you already were. his hand was slipped under his underwear now. and of course, the most important of all, whilst one of his legs was spread over the arm of the chair, hanging on the side, his other one was propped up, fucking into you with his boot. that was the foreign object you felt. every ridge you felt inside of you was due to the snake pattern in the leather. only the very tip was making its way inside of you, but he wanted to see you take more.
“since you’re looking, why don’t you spread that slut hole for me nice and wide? can you do that?”
your hands went behind you to do exactly as he said, gripping the best you could in your position while trying to keep your back arched to provide him with a pretty view. your neck was killing you, but it was all worth it hearing his little grunts and low moans as he managed to slip deeper inside of you. it was obscene, like out of a porno with a master and his slave, you never thought you would be enjoying this, but here you were, struggling to make more and more space for him.
“please al- sir, need to cum, i can’t, please.”
“so cum, what’s holding you back?” he spit at you, as if he didn’t know what exactly you were asking for.
“need your cock.”
“needy little whore, you should be grateful with what i give you. beg for it more and maybe i’ll be so nice to give you my cock, but don’t think i’ll go easy on you.”
“ohh fuckkk-” you moaned as he slipped out of you, instead grinding his heel into your cunt, the edges scratching your sensitive skin, but the pressure on your clit was what you were more focused on right now. you were even a bit embarrassed by how much you were enjoying it.
“please fuck me sir, as rough as you want, i can take it, please just…” you kept mumbling, begging for him, until he gave in, needing to be inside your dirty hole just as much as you needed him to fill you up.
he wrapped the chain attached to your neck around his fist, bringing you closer to him, pulling you up to sit in his lap in one swift move. your naked back was pressing up against his fully clothed chest, your ass grinding into the tent in his pants, earning a few sweet sounds from him right into your ear from how close you were now.
“you’ll cum when i say, understood?”
“mhmm”
“‘mhm’? that’s no proper answer now, is it?”
“yes, yes, i only cum when you say, please, i need it inside.”
“be patient…you’re getting annoying.”
he slipped his hand back into his tight trousers, pulling them down just enough so he could take his cock out, giving it a few pumps while gripping your hip with his free hand, angling you just right and aligning his tip to your entrance, before pulling you down harshly, entering you all at once. you felt as if your whole body was lit on fire, the way he impaled you, he felt so huge. you struggled to take him all on a regular day but now your hole was already sore from the way his rough boots abused it. you felt like you were being split in half, you couldn't even hold yourself up. the only reason you weren’t falling over was for his tight grip on you.
he didn’t give you much time to adjust to him, starting to pound into you hard. so hard you were sure you’d have bruises decorating your ass next to the red marks of his palms left from his harsh slaps. his hips collided with your skin so fucking hard you could feel his hip bones digging into you. and you could feel something different as well. he shaved. not completely, but it was rough and scratching you as opposed to how soft it usually was when it got longer.
“you’re all used up, your hole’s loose, can barely feel anything.” he sighed.
“‘m sorry…” you managed to get out, your voice weak and broken.
“useless.” he complained, nevertheless continuing his abuse on your poor pussy, his pace getting faster now. the sounds coming from his cock sliding in and out of your wet hole, the chain clattering, the chair squeaking, it was lewd, absolutely pornographic. your needy cries and whines filling the room, while you could only hear his moans.
he was clearing bluffing earlier, he could most definitely feel something by the way he was panting and growling in your ear. he was starting to slip out of this persona as he was getting closer himself, licking your earlobe, biting it. he let go of the chain and instead grabbed you directly by the throat, turning your face so you would look at him.
you were an absolute mess, he recognised it, if you were to be wearing makeup it would surely be running down your face along with your tears. but he adored seeing you like this, surrendered to him while he fucked you dumb until you couldn’t form words anymore.
“i’m close s-sir, i don’t think i can h-hold o-on.” you cried out, seeking a bit of mercy from him.
“not yet.” he let out through gritted teeth. he was chasing his own high so desperately.
but you couldn’t stop it, your orgasm overtaking any ounce of control you had up until now, and you just gushed all over him. you were shaking, your cunt throbbing around his cock deep inside you, still fucking you at a relentless pace, it was so much. it happened a couple times before, but it never felt like this. you felt lightheaded and just out of this world. he fucked you that good, too good.
“‘s too much please. too sore.” you screamed, and continued mumbling incoherent stuff to him. he was so fucking close but he knew your limits and he wouldn’t risk hurting you for an orgasm, even though you didn’t use the safe word he slowed down. he grabbed your face tightly by the cheeks, kissing you to shut you up and calm you down, followed by him wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close to him, and you went limp in his arms.
once he felt your breathing went down to normal, as normal as it could, and you stopped shaking uncontrollably, he started moving again. he needed his release just as much as you did, but you kept whimpering and sniffling with each of his thrusts.
“too much for your poor little pussy? don’t say i didn’t warn you. and you came without my permission, remember?”
“too much alex.”
alex. you called him alex. okay, maybe this was really too much, he knew you liked him hurting you but he didn’t want to actually hurt you.
“get down, finish me off, least you can do.”
he slipped out of you and you winced at the empty feeling, as much as his cock hurt at first, now it was keeping you together. you were about to collapse when he let go of you, but you somehow scrambledinto position, down to your knees in front of him, resting your arms on his thighs over his soaked pants.
“god, you made a mess…” he sighed “get on with it now, you already ruined it for me once with your crying.”
you grabbed his aching cock, all covered in your cum, enough to make it easy for you to start stroking him. you knew just what he needed right now. after running your hand up and down his length a few times to get him back, you squeezed around him.
“fuckkk…harder.” he moaned out. he was very much still your dom, but that was his weak spot. he fucking loved the pain. he’d discovered it with you, when you accidentally hit him once, not even in a sexual matter, and ever since then he explored it more. first on his own, and then he got you to do it for him.
you tugged harder on him, just as he wished, one of your hands going down to his balls, squeezing them in your palm, your nails digging into the thin sensitive skin. you wanted to get him there so bad, to make up for messing up. it didn’t take long for him to become a swearing mess, grunting in between the words he’d throw at you. he came with a growl when your hand went up, squeezing him closer to his throbbing tip. it spurted all over your hand, dripping down your knuckles. you milked him dry, until the very last drop was out.
you did your job, but now you were wasted, cockdrunk and fucked out. you rested your head on his leg for a moment while he came down.
when he was back down to earth he took the collar off from around your neck and he pulled you up into his lap. you were so weak, like a fucking used up sex doll. he held you in his arms, rubbing your arms and raking his fingers through your hair to fix it.
“sorry for cumming before you told me al, and that i wasn’t ready, i really forgot i didn’t mean to-” you started over explaining, didn’t know if he was actually mad at you or something.
“shhhh, it’s fine baby, did i hurt you?’
“no, i mean yeah, but you know. that was so fucking good, just, a lot.”
“mmm, okay, about the boot thing…was that too far? i know you didn’t stop me but”
“uhm…you know…i’ve always had a thing for your boots, but didn’t know how to say it without it being weird”
“did you know? interesting…” that got him thinking of any other things why might be keeping away from him, and how he’d get them all out from you to fulfill each fantasy.
“felt kinda good actually. weird but good”
“‘m glad, cause that was a fucking sight if i’ve ever seen one, i’ll take some pics if you wanna do it again” he suggested, raising his brows at you.
“oh you’re so dirty, you sick goblin.” you slapped his arm playfully “but…yeah, i’d want to see that.”
“so you’re just as dirty, see?” he defeated “lets wash his off now, i love when you make a mess but they’re sticking to me, you know i can’t stand that.”
“just a minute longer please?”
“alright.”
you nuzzled your face into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, you could’ve gone to sleep right there, his warmth comforting you like nothing else ever will.
a/n: i don’t like how this turned out but BOOTS. been thinking about it for way too long…
tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @whitepontiac @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @mathdebate00
#alex turner#alex turner fanfic#alex turner fic#alex turner smut#alex turner x reader#alex turner x you#smut#goblinontour
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Since it was rdj's birthday!!! i would love to request where its tony's birthday and peter's gift to him is himself wearing a lingerie or sexy outfit uniform! hard core smut pls
Thank you for the request :). Hope it’s alright! Also sorry for any typos
The sound of Tony's shoes hitting the floor alerted Peter. He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. The room was dark, as per Peter's request. Peter had been a good boy for his lover and he had a present for his 47th birthday.
Tony walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie. He looked at the bed with a smirk. "My baby, waiting for me?" Tony asked.
"Yes Sir," Peter smiles confidently. "I have a surprise for you."
Tony grinned and stripped off his shirt. "Baby, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Can I see it now?"
"No," Peter said. "Sit."
Tony raised his eyebrow and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "Well then," he said, sitting.
Other times he would’ve instantly corrected the tone that came out of Peter’s mouth, tonight, he was allowing it.
Peter turned on the bedside light. "Look," he said, holding out a gift. "Happy birthday, Tony." Tony smirked and took the present. "Thank you, baby," he said, tearing the paper and peering at the luxurious design. "Lingerie?" Tony guesses with a smirk.
"Open the box," Peter says, looking at how Tony looks up and down his body once he realizes his boy is absolutely bare naked, and by bare he means it. He’s hairless and smooth everywhere.
Tony nods, sadly tearing his eyes away from his beautiful boy, and opens the box.
Tony’s eyes widen with lust and wonder at the sight before him. "Oh."
Inside the box was a matching set of pink lacy underwear and a pink silk nightgown. It was simple but it was elegant and it was, ultimately, Tony's style. "You like it?" Peter asks with cheeks as pink as a spring flower, shyly smiling.
"Yes," Tony said, stroking the silk. "It's beautiful. Perfect for you.”
Peter beams and giggles. "Now close your eyes," he says.
"Yes baby," Tony said. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of vanilla and flowers as Peter moves around in front of him, the movement, wafting the delicious smell around the room.
"No peeking!" Peter says. Tony can hear the smile in his voice and smiles with his eyes still closed.
Peter picks up the nightgown.
"Wouldn't dream of it, honey." Tony speaks softly, crossing his heart.
Peter pulls the nightgown over his head, pulling it down to his thighs, glad he decided to wax himself smooth so Tony can have the best experience.
Once the nightgown is on, Peter bites his lip and grabs the lacy pink panties that lie in the box. They were attached to garters that connected the panties to them with very fragile lace. When Peter tends to get excited, he ends up breaking things. He does not want to rip these—possibly the most pretty things he ever owned.
He slips them on oh so carefully, the fabric feeling so nice against his skin, especially the smooth, waxed skin. "Okay, Tony," Peter says, walking forward to the older man. "I'm all ready for you."
Tony smirks and opens his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the gorgeous sight before him. "Fuck baby, you're beautiful." Tony breathes out. Peter has never failed to take his breath away, that’s just how pretty his boy is.
"Thank you," Peter blushes, fingers playing with the end of the frayed fabric of his slip.
"May I touch you, darling?" Tony asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Peter.
"Of course, Sir," Peter nods, stepping closer and sitting on Tony's lap, his legs wrapping around Tony's waist.
Tony smiles, his hands stroking up the sides of Peter's hips, sliding underneath the silk nightgown and rubbing his back. "I love you." He says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Peter's collarbone.
"I love you too," Peter whispers, his body already reacting to Tony's touch, the lace rubbing against his cock, and Tony’s already stiff length in his dress pants, causing a bulge to be felt.
"So sweet and innocent," Tony mumbles. His hands come down, stroking Peter's thighs and the lacy material of the garters. "You did such a good job getting ready for me. Waxed everything and got these panties for me. Did you get hard when you were waxing yourself, baby? I bet you did. You got hard, thinking about my big cock inside of you. Fucking you open and filling you up."
"I did, was thinking about how good you’ll feel inside me." Peter moaned softly, grinding down on Tony's lap, trying not to tear his new panties.
"That's my boy," Tony praises. He kisses Peter's jaw, sucking gently and running his tongue over the skin.
"Can I undress you, Tony?" Peter asks, his eyes full of desire.
"You may, baby," Tony answers, pressing his forehead against Peter's, looking into his eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Peter’s nose.
Peter moans, reaching down and unbuckling Tony's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and dropping it to the floor. Next, he pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. He slips his hand inside, wrapping it around Tony's large cock, and gasps when he feels the slick, warm, and wet flesh. "Already so hard for me, Tones."
"You make me so hard, baby.” Tony bites out.
"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" Peter asks, batting his eyelashes.
"Not tonight, sweet boy." Tony says.
"Why not, Sir?" Peter pouts, wondering if he did something wrong.
"Tonight, I wanna fuck you on your back, okay?" Tony says, grinning as he watches the sad pout go away, and gets replaced with a happy smile.
Peter eagerly nods, his curls bouncing on top of his head. He slides off of Tony's lap, his feet hitting the floor and making him slightly wobble because his legs are trembling with the anticipation of what's about to happen.
Tony takes the opportunity to shuck his pants off, his boxers going down with them, his cock springing free and standing proudly.
"Sir," Peter says, getting up and crawling on top of the bed, his nightgown sliding up, revealing his pink lacy panties. "Come here," he says.
"Where, baby boy?" Tony asks, a teasing smirk on his face.
"Here," Peter says, his hands reaching out, signaling Tony to come closer.
Tony stands and crawls up onto the bed, laying between Peter's spread legs. "Hi," he says, smiling down at the young boy.
"Hey," Peter blushes. "Kiss me?" He asks.
"As you wish," Tony grins, leaning down and pressing their lips together.
Peter's arms wrap around Tony's shoulders and their lips slot together perfectly. They both sigh in contentment. The kiss starts out gentle and slow, but turns more desperate as time goes on.
"Tony, fuck," Peter whines as they break apart, both panting.
"I got you, sweetheart," Tony says, one hand coming up to stroke Peter's cheek. "I'll always take care of you. My beautiful boy."
Peter sighs in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. He nuzzles his cheek into Tony's hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.
"Do you want the panties to stay on or off?" Tony asks, using his free hand to glide it along Peter’s waist.
"Mmm, On," Peter blushes. "They're cute and I like them."
"Me too," Tony chuckles, kissing Peter's forehead.
"Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" Peter asks, opening his eyes and looking at Tony, biting his lip.
"Oh, of course I will," Tony grins, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Lay on your stomach," he says, opening the bottle.
"Yes sir," Peter says, flipping over. He grabs one of the many pillows on the bed, putting it under his waist, his ass sticking up and his face buried into the soft silk.
Tony looses breath at how easily Peter did that motion, running his eyes all across the span of Peter’s plump ass.
Tony leans down and presses a kiss to Peter's tailbone, his hand coming up and rubbing over Peter's lace covered hole. "This is the best birthday gift, baby," Tony says, squeezing Peter's ass and rubbing the small hole through the panties.
"Thank you, Sir," Peter says. "It's just—I wanted to make you happy."
"Oh, honey, you did. I’m so proud of you.” Tony coos, eyes filled with love as he listens to his lover speak.
Peter sighs softly, pushing his wide hips back.
"Shh," Tony hums, rubbing his back. "I got you, baby." He pulls the lacy material aside gently and grabs the lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, rubbing it to warm it up.
"Are you ready?" Tony asks, his index finger brushing against the tight ring of muscle.
"Yes," Peter whispers. "Please, Tony."
"Anything for you," Tony speaks softly, feeling his cock twitch as his eyes catch the pink and tight pucker. He circles the rim, teasing the muscle, and pushes his finger in.
"Mmm, thank you, Sir." Peter sighs, his ass relaxing and taking the long and thick finger easily.
"God, look at you, sweet boy. You're always so good for me." Tony growls, pushing his finger in deeper. Peter moans, the praise going straight to his cock, which is leaking pre-cum into his panties.
Tony starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching Peter, who is obviously, taking it like a champ. "Almost done, okay baby? You're doing so well."
"M'kay, add another." Peter whimpers, his hands grabbing at the silk bedspread.
"You're a little needy tonight," Tony comments. He pulls his finger out and adds a bit more lube, before pushing back in with two.
"Just need your cock," Peter huffs, his body arching into the sheets.
"Shh, don't worry, you'll get it. Patience." Tony says, scissoring his fingers. Peter whines and bites down on his lip. He can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping into the panties and it causes a shiver to spread throughout his body.
Tony pushes his fingers in and crooks them, searching for the spot that drives Peter crazy. Peter's back arches and a loud moan rips from his throat when Tony brushes against his prostate.
"Oh, fuck, please, Sir, I'm ready, please." Peter begs, his voice desperate.
"What do you want, baby?" Tony asks.
"You, please. Need you to fuck me." Peter whimpers, writhing against the sheets, and also pushing back against the two fingers in his hole.
Tony grins, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He sits back on his haunches, quickly removing his undershirt and looks at Peter, making a move to grab the lube. "Turn around," Tony says. “Wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you, love.”
Peter blushes and nods, quickly turning around and resting his head on the soft pillow.
"Do you still want the panties on?" Tony asks, looking down at the soaking wet material, the lace stained a dark pink.
"Yes, please." Peter blushes, spreading his legs wide, showing off his cock and balls, straining against the lace.
"Beautiful," Tony whispers, his eyes raking up and down the boy's body.
"T-thank you, sir." Peter says, biting his lip, his eyes focused on Tony's big, leaking, and fat cock.
Tony lubes himself up and lines the second pillow up, positioning it under Peter's hips. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking down at the younger man.
"Yes, sir, please, want you." Peter begs, his soft and small hands coming up and resting on Tony's shoulders.
Tony grunts, taking a hold of the base of his cock and pushing into Peter. "O-oh, fuck," Peter groans, his mouth opening and his eyes screwing shut.
"So fucking tight," Tony moans, his free hand coming down and holding Peter's hip. "You feel so good, sweetheart."
"You're so big," Peter whimpers, his hole clenching around the fat cock, the stretch causing a delicious burn.
"Take it so well, though," Tony whispers, pulling out a bit before slowly thrusting back, eyes staring right into Peter’s. Tony’s once light brown eyes have turned black due to the lust and desperation he is experiencing, and Peter loves it.
He loves when he can drive Tony to that point where his eyes are a whole new man’s.
"Fuck," Tony groans, pushing in harder, the tight heat of Peter's hole, driving him mad.
"Sir, yes, right there, please." Peter cries, his back arching, his nails digging into Tony's skin.
Tony smirks and pulls out all the way, before slamming back in, his cock hitting Peter's prostate dead on. "Yes!" Peter screams, his head tilting back.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful, sweet boy. All dressed up for me." Tony grunts, his eyes locked on Peter's face.
"All yours, all yours, only yours, only you get to see me like this." Peter rambles, his cock pulsing and aching.
"That's right," Tony says, leaning down and kissing Peter, his hand coming between them and tugging at the boy's lace covered cock.
Peter gasps, the lace adding a different sensation and he whimpers against Tony's lips. “Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” Peter pants out, gripping Tony’s back with a seriously strong amount of force. It should’ve hurt Tony, but he was too lost in the pleasure right now, he ask Peter to grip him as hard as possible.
"Cum, baby. Let go." Tony mumbles, his mouth trailing down Peter's neck, licking and sucking a mark, his thrusts speeding up.
"Tony!" Peter moans, his back arching as he releases.
Tony moans into Peter’s neck as he clenches tight around his cock. Tony bites hard on Peter’s neck as he speeds up the force and pace of his thrusting incredibly. Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the bite of Tony, along with the strongest and best orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life.
"Sir!" Peter gasps, his fingers raking down Tony's back, his cock spurting out ropes of white cum, the panties being covered and the wetness starting to soak through.
"Oh, fuck, god," Tony moans shakily, pulling back and watching as his boy orgasms. He grips the sheets and slams his hips into Peter, chasing his own orgasm.
Peter cries out and his legs lock around Tony's waist. Peter bites his bottom lip and grinds down as Tony fucks into him. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Tony grunts, his thrusts starting to stutter.
"Do it," Peter whispers. "Want your cum in me, wanna feel you for days."
"Peter," Tony growls, his cock swelling before his eyes squeeze shut tightly and he comes, his cum coating Peter's walls and filling him to the brim.
Peter moans at the hot liquid inside of him, and he can feel the sticky wetness seeping into his panties. “I love you.” Peter pants.
"God, I love you more," Tony breathes, slowly pulling out, both of them hissing at the loss.
Peter whimpers, his hole clenching and unclenching, not wanting to be empty.
"Let me clean you up, sweetheart," Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s forehead before getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.
"Mm, don't wanna take my panties off," Peter grumbles.
Tony chuckles from the bathroom, “Peter, baby, I’ll buy you the whole store. They’re dirty.”
"But they're cute." Peter pouts, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony smiles, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth. "I'll buy you new ones, okay?"
"Okay," Peter yawns.
"Here," Tony says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Open up, sweetie."
Peter spreads his legs, letting Tony clean the cum off his stomach and his hole.
Tony drops the washcloth and crawls up, kissing Peter's lips. Peter hums and smiles, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around Tony's shoulders.
"Thank you," Tony mumbles, pulling back and nuzzling his nose against Peter's.
"For what?" Peter giggles.
"For tonight. Best birthday ever." Tony grins, his eyes staring into the big brown eyes he fell in love with.
"I'm glad." Peter smiles, pecking Tony’s lips.
“Now, how about we get some sleep?” Tony smirks, stroking a hand over Peter’s cheek.
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The Winged Servant - 15
content warnings: comfort if you squint, though whumpee wouldn't know, non-human whumpee, mentions of discrimination of non-human whumpee, royalty whump, conditioning mentions
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I ate the second crepe in silence. Kieran scrolled on his phone.
As was his right. As was anyone’s right. I would not let myself forget that just because it had been hours since I’d been in the presence of royalty. Just because at this time of day, I was already supposed to have taken the queen’s breakfast to her and cleaned her room and cleaned the princes’ room and gotten started on the bathrooms. Just because I hadn’t done any of that.
It was fine. I was fine. Taking precedence over those responsibilities was the responsibility of doing what I was told. That was what my last royal command had been. Do what they tell you. And that’s what I was doing as I followed Kieran back up staircases to a big room. His, maybe, if he’d made himself the king, because it was so big. Bigger than the queen’s, with a four poster bed and blue and white wallpaper.
“I don’t know if there’s any soap or anything in the bathroom,” Kieran said. “I would’ve had a room actually prepared if I’d known you were coming, sorry. Should work for now though, if it’s okay with you.”
“Of course, sir. I don’t need any specific soap. I can use whatever cleaning supplies are available. Are there… more specific instructions as to what I’m cleaning?”
“What?” he asked, blinking at me. “I- no. No. I’m not asking you to clean. This is where you’re staying until we figure out how to go about more permanent arrangements.”
“Where… I’m staying, sir?” I repeated faintly. Had there been no open servants’ quarters? This was overkill, even from someone who’d had breakfast made for me. Especially from someone who’d had breakfast made for me. How many favors was he planning on doing for me? I was a servant, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t deserve all of this, and I couldn’t dream of paying it back. I couldn’t pay back any of the favors he was giving me. Didn’t he know that?
Kieran’s eyebrows pulled together. “Is it okay? I can find a different room if there’s something wrong.”
“No, sir. Nothing’s wrong. My apologies; I did not mean to question you or misinterpret your orders.”
He stared at my face, trying to figure something out, but gave up after a few moments. “Okay. Well. If the room is okay, I figured maybe you could try to get some rest? I know you probably didn’t have a lot of opportunities for that last night. If you’re tired, you can sleep. I’ll tell someone to bring you clean clothes, and soap and stuff if you want to shower.”
“You want me to… sleep, sir?”
“Do you not want to? You don’t have to.”
I wrung my hands together, nonplussed. “I just don’t… I don’t have my collar, sir.”
“Your… collar?”
“My shock collar. Sir. His Highness Prince Ryan took it off last night after my punishment, to make sure that my neck wasn’t hurt, and he didn’t ever put it back on. As is his right, of course.”
“Of course,” he repeated dryly. “What about your collar is relevant right now, bud?”
“I don’t sleep without it, sir.”
“Jesus. Okay. Why don’t you sleep without a shock collar?”
“That’s what wakes me up in the mornings, sir. It keeps me on task. There are very few things that I am permitted to do without it.”
“They- they shock you awake? Every morning?”
“Not every morning, sir. Shock collars are meant for dogs, actually, and they don’t always shock dogs. Oftentimes it just vibrates very quickly. It- it can simulate a small shock.”
He took a slow, deep breath. “So they simulated shocking you awake every morning?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay.” He sat down on the bed, patting it next to him. I sat down obediently, and he winced. “Sit… sit on the bed with me, bud. Not the floor.”
I stared up at him from my knees. “I can't be on that bed, sir. My wings will rip the pillows.”
“Will they really?”
I frowned. I didn't know they would rip the pillows. I knew they could. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be on most furniture for that reason, especially when I was unconscious. I could control my wings just fine when I was awake, but not if I did what he asked of me and slept.
He tilted his head when I hesitated. “Do you mind if I touch them?”
“Of course, sir.”
He was gentle as he ran his fingers across the bone that protruded from the top of my wing, like he was petting a cat. I hadn’t ever seen that part of a wing on a real bat before, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t really supposed to be a weapon. “It’s honestly not that sharp,” Kieran said. “I’m not particularly worried. Do you not, uh, sleep on a bed if you’re so worried about this?”
“I’m supposed to wear caps on them, sir. They’re made out of silicone, to make sure I don’t cause problems while I sleep.”
“Yeah, I don’t care if you cause problems. At the moment, my main concern is your lack of sleep, not the bed, which is easily mendable or replaceable. Come on, on the bed.”
Even as he ordered me around, orders that I certainly wouldn’t normally get, his voice was so soft. Even after I’d misinterpreted a million things. Even after I’d disobeyed his order the first time he’d said it.
He looked down at me, his expression patient despite my hesitation.
“C’mon, bud.” He leaned down to grab one of my hands, tugging it gently. “I don’t bite. Up on the bed.”
I followed the direction. Physical direction was impossible to resist. Even if the back of my mind was screaming at me that I was a traitor, he was pulling on my hand, and so I followed. All I was ever trained to do was listen to what I was told.
“I know that this is strange for you,” he said as I sat down next to him. The bed was the softest thing I thought I’d ever felt. “I- I have met Ryan a few times before, and he was cruel to me too. It took me weeks to feel like myself again, and I’m sure that it was nothing compared to what you’ve gone through. I know this is weird, and it’s probably going to be weird for a while. But things usually feel more manageable after getting sleep.”
Addressing the prince by his first name was treason. Picking apart the prince’s worst qualities wasn’t any better. But I was supposed to behave. “I… am not supposed to sleep without my collar, sir, let alone in the middle of the day when there is work to be done.”
“But I don’t want you to do work, bud. I want you to rest.”
I smiled weakly. “All due respect, sir, but you are not the person that I am even supposed to do work for.”
“God, don’t I know it,” he sighed, but he looked at me and smiled too. Teasing, maybe. “Humor me. Please. Lay down for a bit.”
He stood up and turned off the lights. My eyes followed him around the room. He came back to the bed after, nudged my shoulder, encouraged me to lay down. Gentle, still, even after I’d ignored another order.
“Just do your best to get some rest, okay?” he said softly, pulling my blankets up to my chin. “In about an hour I’m going to send a servant up here with some food, clean clothes, all that jazz. They won’t wake you up if you’re sleeping, just drop stuff off and leave. And I’ll come get you for dinner, okay? You’re going to be fine, Onyx. Just rest for now.”
It was odd to hear him talk about ordering servants around and assigning them tasks when he had done so little of that to me. Did he think me incompetent? Had I done something badly enough for him to think that? Had I answered something wrong when Blue had asked me questions? Or, more likely, had he already gotten fed up with me having ignored his orders for the past ten minutes? I knew how to be good, I did know, I just- wasn’t being good, for some reason.
But when Kieran ran his hands through my hair, my eyes began to close anyway. Maybe I was incompetent. Maybe I was useless and had no purpose. But I was tired. I was not supposed to want things, but resting sounded so good.
Kieran left when my eyes closed and breathing evened out. I was not yet asleep. And despite the fact that he was a traitor, the cool spot on my head where his hand had been left me feeling emptier than I’d ever remembered feeling before.
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#kieran is so judgmental in this LMFAO#in the other chapters when onyx says conditioned stuff he's like 'i need to bring up that this is inappropriate in a really sensitive way'#but after the whole allergy thing he just went 'fuck it'#'wtf are you even talking about why would anyone treat a person like that'#in his defense it might only be like 10 in the morning but he's had a long day#also jeez sorry i posted this so late at night#rainbow's whump#the winged servant#rainbow's ocs#whump#onyx tag#kieran tag
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Addicted to you Chp.18
Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)
Word Count: 4683
Summary: After their shared night Minho wakes up to Chan packing his things. He sure finds out why and Chan's plans backfire, sending Minho down the spiral of anxiety and trust issues. Minho decides to fill in the rest about some recent decisions and his true mental state.
Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, panic attack, trust issues, hateful comments, mention of having trouble to eat, mention of insecurities, chan tries his best
Chp.17 | Chp. 19
I built these walls so tall pretending I am strong But really I'm just fragile I wanna keep you close enough But far enough away for me to handle Self Sabotage ~ Ruelle
Minho woke up to the quiet sounds of Chan stuffing his clothes into his bag. He sat up and sleepily rubbed his face. He could barely remember coming home last night, leaving after sharing a few drinks at the hotel. Thinking back to the events of last night, how Chan kissed him goodnight repeatedly telling him how much he meant to him, he smiled softly to himself. But once he looked over in his direction again, his brain caught on to something being wrong. "What are you doing?" he asked, confused.
"Packing my things," he said, cursing himself that Minho had woken up before he finished.
"Why the rush? We’re leaving tonight," he frowned and pushed the blanket back, getting up.
"Management called. Told me to come back," Chan answered shortly and didn't dare to look at him.
Minho crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why?"
"Minho," he sighed softly. "Did I ever ask you about what management told you to do?"
"Is this about last night?" he asked sourly. He couldn’t be serious. Not after all the things he had promised him only hours ago.
"We've made the headlines again and they're worried," he sighed and Minho stared at him for a moment to process his words. Once he did, he stormed out of the room with tears burning in his eyes. Chan stood still for a moment before catching on and quickly following him downstairs. "Min, hey!"
"Fuck off, Chan," Minho told him and quickly stepped into the kitchen meeting his father's raised eyebrows and his mother's worried eyes. "What?" he asked, clearly frustrated. Minho dropped into a chair at the breakfast table and poured himself some coffee. Chan sat down next to him and hesitantly rested his hand on his. Minho yanked it away and stubbornly stared down at the table.
"Are you two alright?" his father asked after watching them quietly.
"No," Minho said sourly.
"Minho, come on. This has nothing to do with you," Chan sighed.
"This has everything to do with me," he told him sharply and pushed himself up, going to grab some sugar.
"Min, they told me to come back early, that's all," he said and bit back a sigh. He really didn't want to discuss this in front of Minho's parents.
"And of course Mr. Golden Boy does as he's told," Minho said, aggressively throwing some sugar into his cup. "You never do, but when it's about us, you comply," he said and mocked him by bowing as if someone was in front of him. “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. He’s not my boyfriend, why the hell would you think that?” he spat out mockingly.
"Okay, that’s enough," he told him sharply. He hated the fact that he was in Minho’s home having this argument with his parents watching. Any other time he would’ve snapped, and told him to stop being an ass. "Have you seen the headlines?"
Minho scoffed and turned toward him, cursing himself for the tears in his eyes. "I don't have to. They're probably true, and I don't give a damn about that. This is exactly what I was talking about when I asked you to have my back, Chan!" he told him firmly.
Chan pulled out his phone as it rang for a third time that morning and groaned. "What?" he snapped. "Yes, I got it. I have to pack first for fucks sake...No, you don't have to send a damn cab."
"Unbelievable! We can't even have a discussion without business getting in the way," Minho shook his head and put his cup down, not wanting to have breakfast anymore. Chan grabbed his arm and held him back from leaving the kitchen. "I said fuck off, Chan. Seriously, just go back and do what they trained you to. Be a good puppy and roll over while you're at it. Maybe they'll give you a treat. Keep denying yourself and us. You got what you came here for last night after all."
"Seriously?" Chan asked, his mood becoming more sour. "I didn't think people would follow us around all night, okay? It's not my fault you didn't button up your shirt properly. There were marks all over your neck."
"So it's my fault now?" he asked angrily. "You're the one putting them there."
"Minho, this isn't anyone's fault. Nevertheless, there weren’t only positive reactions, okay? Some people are actually blaming me for destroying their dream couple, which is you with Hannie. Or that I’m using the fact you’re vulnerable right now,” he told him defensively.
“So it’s about you again?” he threw back. “You can’t deal with that?”
“Can you deal with being called a whore and using me to get over the fact that you can’t take part in group activities at the moment?” Chan asked. Minho’s face fell almost instantly.
“Excuse me?” he whispered in shock, waiting for Chan to tell him that had been a tasteless joke. As Chan simply stared at him with no words, Minho pulled his phone from his pocket, looking up their names.
“Please don’t,” Chan told him quietly, but it was too late. Minho scrolled through several headlines, spotting a few ugly rumors amongst the positive ones, as well as a few nasty comments. He swallowed hard and put his phone back into his pocket, not knowing what to say. “If you want this to work you have to trust me sometimes, okay?" he asked tiredly.
"That's a little hard after the past few weeks, please forgive me," he said sarcastically. "I can't believe I fell for it, again."
"Min��come on," Chan spoke, a little hurt. "You can't say things are fine between us and then throw it back in my face whenever we have a disagreement."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm being honest," he told him and nervously ran his hand through his hair as his heart started racing. He knew he had hurt him, but it wasn’t all intentional. He didn't have the mental capacities for another fight with Chan. Those headlines didn’t help their situation and Chan had been right. He shouldn’t have looked at them, as it only made him feel worse. "All I want is you to…fuck," he breathed out as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks and he looked away from him, feeling a little anxious. "I want you to have my back and not run away as soon as rumors start spreading. I can't deal with that by myself right now, I'm not -," he pressed his lips together tightly as his voice started shaking and glanced back at Chan timidly. He sucked in a sharp breath as his chest tightened up and he felt like he couldn't breathe properly. Didn't he get it? Couldn't he read him and understand what he was trying to say, like he always does?
Chan watched him observantly, picking up on the signs of a potential panic attack. He held his hands up calmingly. "Okay, baby, look at me," he said, his voice growing calm and soft. "I'm not trying to run. I'm trying to work this out for us. I'm sorry if it came off the wrong way, Min."
Minho looked at him, his voice trembling as he spoke up. "I'm not stable, Chan. I'm insecure, I don't believe in myself. I have trust issues, and this isn't helping."
"That's okay, it won't be like this forever," he promised and took a step toward him. "I'm here, sweetie, okay?" he told him softly and watched his expression soften at the term of endearment.
Minho nodded and sucked in a sharp breath. "Channie?" he asked timidly. "Something's wrong."
"Come here." Chan very gently pulled him into his arms, knowing by now his boyfriend needed to be held closely when he felt himself panicking. Minho gripped his shirt, burying his face in his chest. "I'm here," he told him and soothingly rubbed his back. Minho held onto him tightly as his body started shaking and gasped for air. Chan looked at Minho's parents, who were watching them worriedly. "God, I'm sorry," he apologized before lowering Minho down with him onto the floor and pulling him in his lap.
Minho panted and felt hot tears spilling down his cheeks. He sniffled softly as Chan whispered soothingly to him and held him close. "Don't let go," he pleaded quietly.
"I won't," he promised and kissed his hair before fondling it lovingly. "I love you, Min, okay?" he told him softly. "So much."
Minho nodded bravely and took his hand. "I love you too."
"Deep breaths, baby," he told him, and Minho breathed with him. "I'm not running away. I'm trying to have your back right now and figure things out for us, okay? I didn’t want you to see that shit," he told him and Minho hummed gently. Chan gave him another moment before speaking up again. "Look, I'll go back home a few hours earlier than planned. I'll fix things at the company because I don't want you having to deal with this right now. Then I'll come back and pick you up so you can be on set with us tomorrow. I can even drive you back home after but please, trust me on this."
Minho stared up at him and tried to calm down again since Chan sounded sincere. "You promise this is just because you want to fix it? Not because you're getting scared again?"
Chan held his hand up, showing Minho the ring. "I promised you something, and I intend to keep that. Having to deny it in public doesn't make you any less of my boyfriend, okay? It won't always be like this." He kissed his palm and let Minho caress his cheek, grounding himself with that little touch.
Minho searched his eyes before visibly relaxing. "Okay," he said quietly. "Sorry."
Chan cupped his face and planted a very gentle kiss on his forehead. "It's okay."
Minho gently covered his hands with his own and sighed softly. "No, I've been unnecessarily mean."
"Maybe a little," Chan chuckled quietly, and Minho smirked. "Better?" he asked patiently.
"Yeah," he nodded and chuckled as Chan wiped his cheeks with his thumbs. "I promise I'll be normal again one day."
"You'll always be amazing to me," Chan assured him. Minho smiled softly at his words, blushing lightly. "Don't push yourself, Min," he said gently. Chan held up his pinky finger for him and flashed him a gentle smile. "It's you and me against the world, right?"
Minho had to laugh at that promise they made each other way back in the beginning of their careers. "Always," he said softly and linked their fingers.
"Now come on, you should eat something, baby."
"Alright," he nodded and got up with him. "Sorry, I'm a little messed up," he apologized to his parents who just waved him off, seemingly relieved they had settled their issue and he was alright.
Chan's phone rang another time, and Minho glanced at him as he closed his eyes defeatedly and got up. He watched him step into the hallway anxiously and even though he didn't understand much of his words, Chan was clearly pissed off. He came back after and sat down next to him, glancing at him. "How quickly will you have your stuff packed up for a couple of days?"
"Uh…half an hour?" he asked, knowing he'd have to gather everything together first.
"Great, we'll be leaving together then," he told him, and Minho looked at him surprised. "I'll drop you off at the house before I go and deal with this. I think Hannie and Felix have the day off, so you won't be alone."
"Okay," he nodded and smiled a little.
"They're being ridiculous anyway," he snorted and Minho smirked.
"Thank you, Channie," he told him gently, and Chan smiled at him softly.
"Of course."
-
Minho chuckled as Chan opened the front door to the group’s shared home, carrying his suitcase for him. He had been just as insisting as Felix about doing that. "Felix? Han?" Chan called out.
"Oh, you're back already?" Felix responded loudly. Only a few moments later he walked into their eyesight. "Min!" he exclaimed excitedly and rushed over to hug him very tightly. "Hannie! Minho's back!"
Minho laughed and covered his ear as Felix shouted next to it. He yelped in surprise as Jisung practically threw himself at them and lost his balance. Chan's hand found his back, supporting him, and Minho smiled at him thankfully.
"Easy there kids. Min's still not in the best shape physically," he told them kindly.
"I'm sorry," Jisung apologized nervously. But Minho patted his back reassuringly. "I just missed you so much."
"I missed you guys too," Minho said, squeezing them tight for a moment before letting go of them again. "I should sit down," he said more to Chan than the others, but they immediately exchanged a worried look. "Stop it already! I'll start feeling sorry for you."
Chan giggled and took his hand, walking to the sofa with him. "Were you two planning to do anything? Or are you staying here?"
"Afraid Minho can't be left alone?" Jisung teased him. But the way Chan glanced at them both worried Jisung and Felix. Something to definitely talk about later on.
"We planned on staying in today, yeah," Felix quickly said, and Jisung nodded, agreeing. They could go bowling another time, then. This seemed to be more pressing matters.
"I'll have to go to the company to handle some things because of press," he rolled his eyes, and they nodded knowingly.
"Stalkers," Minho laughed at their knowing looks.
"I'll be back later, okay baby?" Chan asked gently, and Minho searched his eyes observantly. Still feeling like something was off between the two of them.
"Can you give us a moment?" he asked his friends with a small smile. The two nodded, quickly leaving the room. "I don't know what happened this morning, but I'm okay, Chan."
"I know," Chan nodded quickly.
"I'm eating, I'm taking care of myself, I listen to my body when I’m pushing too much," he said, grabbing his hand. "I'm seeing a therapist, love. I'm doing everything I can."
"I know," he nodded.
"I need you to trust me with that, okay? I don't know why I panicked this morning, but it won't happen again," he promised, and Chan shook his head, sitting down next to him.
"Don't. Don't start trying to function normally again just because you don't want to worry me. If you panic again, I'll be there to hold you just like this morning. I don't care how often it'll happen until you're okay. But don't start hiding again," he said, gently cupping his cheek. "I'm here every step of the way."
Minho turned a little and pressed a soft kiss onto his palm. "I know you are. Deep down, I do, no matter what I say."
He nodded and leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "Be good and remember to eat, alright?"
"Yes, hyung," Minho smiled sheepishly, and Chan smirked.
"Good, I'll see you later, baby," he smiled before kissing him goodbye.
Felix and Jisung were with him as soon as Chan had left and looked at him expectantly.
"What?!" he snapped jokingly.
"How are you feeling?" Felix asked.
"How did you two finally make up?" Jisung asked only seconds later.
"How was dinner with your parents and Chan?" Felix added quickly.
"Do they approve of him?" Jisung asked curiously.
"What the hell did you do at a hotel leaving with all those marks?" Felix asked with wide eyes, gesturing at his neck.
"And why the hell does Chan look like he finally got some dick last night?" Jisung asked. Minho blinked at their rapid questioning. That didn’t take long at all.
"Alright, one question at a time," he laughed before squinting his eyes at Jisung. "What's that last one about?"
"I don't know, I guess he just looks at you differently than before," he said, and Minho blushed heavily. "Oh! So I'm right??" His eyes widened and a small grin rested on his lips.
"Wait, what?" Felix asked, confused.
"Yes, Chan let me top. Twice," Minho confessed before all hell broke loose. "Guys!" he protested, laughing.
"You don't have to answer this one, but he's whiny, isn't he?" Jisung asked. Minho's lips parted softly at the memory, clearly giving him his answer. "I bet he likes to get roughed up a bit."
"Hannie," Minho protested weakly.
"I'm definitely right about that," he grinned succeedingly.
"I can't believe you sometimes," Felix giggled. "Always so nosy."
"I'm sorry I have to ask instead of walking in and witnessing everything live," he protested.
"Don't act like you wouldn't ask about me topping in your own interest," Minho shook his head. Jisung blushed, meeting Felix's wide eyes.
"Oh my god, he knows?" Felix whispered.
"Yes, he knows," Minho whispered back and fondly rolled his eyes. "So, to answer your questions one by one. I'm getting better even though it's a slow process which is pissing me off. Chan and I got into a little fight this morning, and I panicked for no reason, which is why he was hovering before."
"A fight?"
"He said he had to leave earlier than planned to deal with this and then pick me up later. It felt like he was running again instead of staying by my side," he told them and scratched his neck. "I was overreacting, he reacted to that. It might've gotten a little unpleasant for my parents shortly. Then I started to panic, he noticed and took care of me. We're fine." Then he continued by telling them about their long conversations in person and on the phone, as well as Chan's letter. "At the end of the day, I can't stay away from him for too long and…I really hope this works out now."
Felix smiled gently and patted his shoulder. "I'm sure it will."
"To answer your question about my parents…My mum always loved Chan, literally from the beginning. She had it all figured out before we even knew of each other's feelings. She's been very fond of him the past few days," he told them, and they smiled happily. "They kind of told him they were hoping he's serious this time. My dad..my dad suggested taking pictures of us last night. And he didn't stop when Chan suddenly kissed me. They've turned out really cute," he smiled.
"Oh, please show us the pictures," Felix said excitedly. Minho smiled and grabbed his phone to show them some of his favorite shots.
"Look at the love in his eyes, Minho hyung," Jisung beamed. "You two look so handsome together."
"Thanks," he giggled. "I think what we did at that hotel room is self-explanatory looking at my neck," he concluded.
"We've had our suspicions, yeah," Felix nodded.
"Minho hyung, Felix and I were about to order some lunch. You want some as well?" Jisung asked kindly.
"Sure, what are we getting?" he asked, closing his photos and ready to order for the three of them.
Jisung gently shook his head. "Let me buy it for you. You deserve it and it’s a small welcome back gift," he told him, with Felix nodding to back him up. Minho smiled shyly and accepted the gesture.
-
Chan came back later, finding the trio on the sofa, watching a movie and eating. Minho smiled up at him as he approached them, and his smile widened as Chan leaned down to kiss him. Minho lifted his blanket and made room for him. "Come here, love."
Chan smiled and sat down next to him. "What are you having?" he asked. Minho let him try some of his before leaning forward and grabbing another container from the table.
"That's yours. I thought you might be hungry coming back," he told him. Chan took it, smiling brightly.
"You're so sweet," he told him.
After the movie was over, Felix and Jisung left the room to give the couple some space. Chan and Minho cuddled up on the sofa, and it didn't take long before Minho fell asleep on his chest. Chan played with his hair lovingly and told everyone to be quiet as they returned home one by one. They all smiled at having Minho back and moved quietly, knowing he needed the sleep. Minho woke up later and sleepily cuddled up against him. He yawned softly and rubbed his eyes, smiling as Chan spoke up, his voice rumbling through his chest.
"Slept alright, kitten?" he asked softly.
"Always when you hold me," he smiled, and Chan kissed his head.
-
Minho was a little nervous as all the kids gathered around him on the mattresses they threw on the floor. He didn't want them to think less of him or feel like he was pushing them into a bad situation by opening up in public. Chan was sitting next to him, and the rest made themselves comfortable in a half circle around them. "Thank you all for coming," he joked, trying to brighten the atmosphere, which he succeeded in. "As you might have noticed, I haven't been myself lately. I've been treating you all like shit and myself even worse. I want to apologize for letting you down like that, pushing you away when you were trying to help or simply needed some comfort," he started and smiled at them sadly. "Reading your letters made me feel like I don't deserve any of the sweet things you wrote, and Channie's was the last straw…I ended up crying again," he giggled and rolled his eyes. "Which is why I called him. I felt like I needed to fix things with him in order to fix things with you guys and then myself."
"Once again putting yourself last, Minho hyung," Felix spoke up gently.
"I was," he nodded. "Once I had talked things out with Channie and spoken to you guys on the phone, everything should've been alright again. It wasn't, though. And I want to be honest with you about it so you have an idea of why I'm still not back to myself again," Minho said and inhaled deeply, looking into their worried faces. "I have trouble eating. It's getting better, but it's taking time, making me insecure about my weight. I only feel at peace or happy being with you, and I shouldn't depend on you like that. After letting myself get that far, I feel like I have to function at 100% all the time, but I don't give myself the time I need to recover. I'm in pain most of the time because I really fucked up my knee. I don't trust myself right now. I lost the confidence I built up over the past couple of years, and I don't believe in myself. I know it hasn’t been that long since this shit started or since I left the hospital, but it feels like ages," he said, keeping his eyes on the mattress, unable to look at them taking it all in. "Which is why I approached Channie about seeing a therapist. He helped me find one, but she's located in my hometown. I'll see her once a week, so I'll be gone quite regularly. I know it's not ideal for our busy schedule, but if I don't pull through with that, I might give up on what we all worked so hard for after all."
Everyone was very quiet for a moment, and Minho started fidgeting with his sleeves nervously. Chan reached for his hand, and he let him, gently squeezing it to let him know he appreciated the support.
"I think that's really brave, Minho hyung," Jisung spoke up finally. "Because it sounds like you have a lot to work on. I feel like someone else is more qualified for that than us."
"I wouldn't want to put it all on you either. It's better if you know what's going on in my head right now, but it's not your responsibility to fix," he told them, glancing at them. To his relief, he saw nothing but understanding and compassion in their faces.
"But still, we're here for you if you need to talk or need a hug," Seungmin clarified. Minho nodded thankfully.
"Will you go public about this? I mean, people will notice you driving back home once a week," Changbin wondered out loud.
"That's exactly the problem we're facing here," Chan took over.
"Why would that be a problem? It's good that he's taking steps to get better," Jeongin frowned.
"It's because of management, right?" Hyunjin asked, sighing.
"You saw how they reacted when I asked them to let us visit Minho at the hospital. They didn't want things to look serious by keeping us away," Chan explained. "How do you think they'll react when he asks them to speak about what really caused the collapse? Or that he's seeing a therapist now? It'll destroy the fairytale world they built around us where we're all happy and healthy."
"Nevertheless, I don't want to lie about this stuff. I'm sure I'm not the only one dealing with such matters, and I think it's important people are more aware of that," Minho told them. "So my question to you all is…are you're in or out? I won't blame anyone who feels like they can't support me with all this and rather take a step back."
"Are you kidding? We're a family, we have your back," Felix shook his head, and the others nodded agreeingly.
"Say what you have to say. I'll proudly support that," Jisung smiled at him encouragingly.
"There may be consequences for all of us," Minho reminded them gently.
"Great, we'll face that together as well," Changbin shrugged.
Minho looked at them all, his eyes filled with tears before he could do anything against it. "Thank you," he pressed out shakily, clearly surprised by their undoubted will to support him.
"Oh, stop it! You're gonna make me cry as well," Seungmin chuckled.
"I'm sorry," he chuckled weakly before turning to Chan with teary eyes. "Not again," he whispered, annoyed. Chan's face softened as he wrapped his arm around him and kissed his forehead softly. Minho closed his eyes, causing a few tears to run down his cheeks.
Chan pulled him on his lap and hugged him, letting him hide in his sweater. Jeongin was the first to move forward and cuddled up at Minho's side before the rest gathered in a group hug. Minho didn't know how long they stayed like this, but it felt good to know they actually were there for him when he needed them most. Once they all pulled back again, it was easy to see he hadn't been the only shedding tears. "Okay, enough of this. We'll be alright," he said, messily wiping his cheeks. "I'll order some dinner for everyone. You choose where."
Chan hugged him close as the rest started talking about what to order. "Feel a little better now that you've told them?" he asked in his ear quietly.
"Much better," he nodded agreeingly and cuddled into him. Minho watched them with a smile before looking at Chan. "Channie love? You think I can come back home early?"
Chan looked at him, surprised. "I thought you wanted to stay away from the busy life?"
Minho nodded gently. "I'll stay with my parents until the end of the week...but I think I'd miss you all too much being away for another whole two weeks."
"If you're sure that's what you want," he said, and Minho nodded. "Listen up, everyone. Minho will be spending the rest of the week back at his parents after the shoot."
"And then you're back?" Felix asked excitedly.
"He'll still be on a break, but yes, he's coming home early," Chan nodded, and Minho laughed as they all started cheering. Chan glanced at him, and his heart warmed at how happy he looked, eyes sparkling with joy. Maybe seeing how much he meant to all of them was part of what he needed.
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Shadow & Light
Simon "Ghost" Riley X M!Reader
Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Explicit Language
Author's Note: Hi, I saw someone in a search somewhere say there wasn't enough Ghost x M!Readers so I will remedy it <3 -Thorne
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Ghost couldn’t really call him a kid. Hell, he was only a few years younger than Soap was. But he was the newbie on the 141 and hadn’t seen a day of fighting in his life. Wet around the ears with nothing commendable in his file but a college degree and a few years working at a police department where Ghost suspected he was the janitor and not an officer. Ghost had no clue in hell why Price even got him selected for the team. He wasn’t even special forces of any kind. Just a seemingly plain human being. Cowardly too, he’d concluded. Ghost had watched Soap do training exercises with him just to see how decent he was, and the entire time they were in the ring, the newbie evaded every hit and never once struck out. The newbie couldn’t even fucking fire a gun correctly without shaking. Ghost and Soap had ultimately decided if there was ever a chance that would bring the newbie to battle with them, they’d die if their lives were in his hands.
How wrong he’d been.
It had only taken a week of running the newbie ragged before Ghost took the issue to Price; the Captain didn’t even look up when he barged into his office and, “The kid’s gotta go.”
“Why’s that?” Price asked, lifting the coffee cup to his lips, acting as if he had no idea why Ghost was pissed.
“He’s shit at fighting. He’s a liability. We’re fucked if he’s ever on the mission with us.”
He nodded in agreement. “True statements. He has no self-defense skills besides basic training and is potentially a liability.”
“Then why? If the 141 is made up of the best of the best, why is some fresh newbie here with us?”
Price looked at him. “Have you even sat down and talked to him? And I mean talk, not as Ghost, but as Simon. One human to another?”
“No.”
“Might I suggest trying that route?”
“He’s useless, Price.”
“To you. But you haven’t seen his abilities yet.”
“Like what?” Ghost scoffed. “Being a complete moronic coward?”
Price grinned and waved him off. “You’re dismissed Lieutenant.”
Ghost wanted to argue but his Captain’s voice booked no room for arguments, and he grunted, turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.
***
Ghost avoided the newbie like a plague. Let Soap and Gaz deal with him whenever he had questions or training. He was going to stand his ground on the issue, and he knew Price was going to agree and let the newbie go at some point, but for some god forsaken reason the kid stuck around despite it all.
He watched though. And he had to admit, what he lacked in ability and skill, he made up for in personality. Everyone liked him. He smiled and laughed and joked and brought a brightness to the team that Ghost hadn’t seen in quite some time. The 141 was men and women whose friendships were forged in battle and yet this kid, this useless newbie, brought out a light in their darkness. Ghost didn’t trust him, but he did respect him for it. He'd managed to get himself stuck on weapons cleaning with him though.
***
“Thanks for volunteering to help me clean equipment, Lieutenant,” the newbie said, dragging an oiled rag over the gun. “It would’ve taken me forever to clean all this by myself.”
Ghost’s hands had frozen on the knife he’d been sharpening, eyes narrowing as he connected the dots of the sudden shift in rotation of cleaning duty. Price. He thought and glared at the blade as he continued to sharpen.
“Sir, can I ask you a few questions? Nothing personal, of course, just…some things I’ve been wondering.”
Ghost grunted.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He racked the pistol a few times with a practiced ease, something that caught Ghost’s attention as he put the gun back together and disassembled the next with expert hands. “You don’t talk much. Not super friendly either. Then again, I understand the necessity of arm’s length in a job like this.” He started oiling the rag. “Why don’t you talk?”
Ghost saw his reflection in the silver of the knife. “If there’s nothing to say, why speak?”
“Hmm…you speak when you need to, quiet all else.” He continued wiping the gun down. “You remind me of my father. A man of many deeds, but few words.”
Ghost had watched him rack the gun again and put it together before starting on the third and that’s when he decided to ask, “How do you know how to clean weapons?”
The newbie looked up, eyes wide. “Huh?”
“You can’t shoot for shit, yet you can take apart and put together a gun in less than a minute.” Ghost carefully adjusted the knife in his grip, the motion not going unnoticed by either, especially when the newbie’s eyes flickered down and back up. “One chance,” was all he warned.
“Well done, Simon,” he chuckled, setting the gun down before reclining in his chair, hands behind his head as he leaned back. “It’s only taken you two months to figure out.”
Ghost watched him, eyes narrowed carefully.
“Name’s Renegade, at least that’s what the CIA calls me when they need me.” He seemed extremely nonchalant about admitting he was a spy. “Laswell’s my aunt. Adopted aunt of course, but still family. When I was looking for a transfer, she offered the 141 as a new station.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he replied. “I’m counterterrorism, Simon. I hide away in secret places, slowly picking at regimes for information until I can stand back and watch them crumble internally. This little group seems like the perfect place to hide and run around with.”
“You’re a rat.”
He shrugged. “Perhaps. But I’m a well-paid rat who sleeps at night knowing he does what he’s supposed to.”
“How many innocents has your intelligence killed?” Ghost questioned and Renegade gave him a look.
“Probably as many as your hands have.” He waved a hand. “I’m not here to be liked Simon, and believe me, it’s obvious you don’t like me. You act like a constipated teenager the way you ignore me. Almost as if you like me.” Standing, he didn’t even flinch as Ghost did too. “But I am here as a counterintelligence officer under Laswell and Price, so you’ll just have to deal with it.” Ghost stood in his way of the door, and he simply tilted his head in exasperation. “Really? You’re gonna threaten me?”
“Oh no,” Ghost warned. “I don’t make threats.” He raised the knife, pointing it to Renegade’s throat. “I’m watching you.”
Renegade stepped closer until the knife dug into his skin and he flirted, “Oh, Simon, you can do more than watch. My door’s always open.” Winking, he bypassed Ghost and walked out of the door and Ghost threw the knife after him, planting it in the wall. “Missed me~”
***
The door slamming open startled both and Ghost griped, “You did not tell me he was fucking CIA.” His eyes found Laswell’s and he pointed at her. “He’s your fucking nephew, isn’t he?”
“What’s he done now?” Laswell sighed.
Ghost scoffed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked at the two of them. “You brought more CIA into the 141? Are you out of your fucking minds? He cannot be trusted.”
“Why’s that?” Price asked.
“Because there isn’t anything stopping the CIA from going rogue and doing fuck knows what because they feel like it. What if an offer of enemy secrets comes up in exchange for one of us? You really think he wouldn’t take it?” he glared at Price. “Really?”
Laswell sat up. “Renegade’s not a traitor, Lieutenant.”
“Right, as if the CIA isn’t a giant fucking organization built on traitors.”
By this time, Renegade had wandered up behind him. “No, Simon’s got a point. The CIA is notorious for having traitors in their ranks.” The three jumped as Renegade stepped inside and handed Laswell a file. “I don’t think your Lieutenant likes me much, Captain Price.”
“No shit,” he retorted and looked at the two of them, one glowering, the other a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Both of you, get out. Go sort this out somewhere I’m not. Simon, he’s here to stay. Renegade, if you lie to us or turn, I’ll pull your heart out your ass myself.”
“Duly noted,” Renegade commended.
“But Cap—”
“Go.”
***
Ghost stomped down the hallway with Renegade on his heels, and he could fucking feel the smirk on the spy’s face as he strode. “You really don’t like CIA, do you, Simon?”
He spun, backing Renegade up a wall as he growled, “Do not call me Simon.”
“Everyone else knows your name, Simon. It’s no secret.”
“My friends, know my name. You don’t know me.”
“I know everything about you,” he replied with a secretive smile. “I could probably tell you more about yourself than you even know.”
“You’re barking up the wrong fucking tree,” Ghost warned, slate eyes narrowed in coldness.
“Oh, I don’t bark,” Renegade countered. “Barking is for dogs who want attention. I bite. Much like you do.” He tipped his head to the side. “You’re like Batman, Ghost. Thriving off the fear of your prey. If they’re terrified of the shadows, you have the upper hand, but I am your Hal Jordan, Simon Riley. I am the man without fear, and I am not scared of you.”
Ghost glared at him, then the anger left his eyes, replaced by a stony indifference as he stood up straight; without a second glance, he left Renegade leaning against the wall, the spy’s words replaying in his head over and over and over again.
Oh ho, how wrong he’d been.
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SoapGhost
Five days after Hassan was KIA...
“Understood?” Ghost said.
“Sir, yes sir!” his team answered.
“Dismissed”, Ghost said.
“Yes, sir!” was the answer and Ghost watched as his team dispersed each to their own way.
All except for one. The one who was silent the entire time.
Soap.
Ghost glanced at the other man who seemed to be... absentminded. Distracted. Distant, even. He wondered what’s going on.
“Sargent MacTavish”, Ghost said.
Soap snapped out of it and blinked and looked up at Ghost, “Sir?”
“You in there?” Ghost asked as he stepped in front of Soap.
“Yes, sir”, Soap answered quietly. Unusual for him.
Ghost squinted and tilted his head ever so slightly, “A word with you.”
“With all due respect, sir”, Soap said quietly, “that won’t be necessary.”
“Wasn’t a request”, Ghost said.
“Sir, I assure you I’m fine”, Soap said, this time his voice was a bit louder.
“And I assure you, sergeant, that I can see you’re not”, Ghost said, “Those eyebags have their own luggage.”
Soap clenched his teeth together, his jaw flexing. He really didn’t want to talk right now. So, he looked down, “I’m requesting permission to be dismissed, sir.”
“Denied”, Ghost said, getting fed up with Soap’s attitude.
And Soap was fed up with Ghost’s prying so he took his own leave, turning his back to his commanding officer.
“MacTavish!” Ghost barked, “You get back here! I wasn’t done with you!”
“Order ignored, sir”, Soap said as he exited the briefing room.
“Fucking hell...” Ghost growled to himself. If it was anybody else ignoring his orders, that someone would’ve gotten into trouble.
—
Soap headed to the gym to let out some steam. He closed off the surrounding world and focused on the punching bag in front of him. He tried to block his racing thoughts that only fueled his assault on the bag; his punches and kicks grew sloppier and more aggressive with each blow.
There were few others at the gym with him and they noticed his performance. They also noticed how pissed off Soap looked so they didn’t dare to go to him and say that at that rate, he’ll either knock the punching bag from its hook and break something or get himself hurt. So, they just let him be and left the gym silently, not wanting to be the next target of Soap’s foul mood.
Not realising he’s alone, Soap continued venting his bad feeling onto the punching bag until he felt sharp pain shooting up from his right hand. He winced and stopped, panting harshly. He looked at his hand and flexed it and his wrist to see or feel if anything broke. Probably just a bad form...
He sighed and slumped down onto the floor, his back against the wall. Physically venting his emotions like this had always helped him but... not this time. He let his gaze wander around the gym; onto the walls, the ceiling, the equipment...
He then looked out the window and saw Ghost walk past. Fuck. Hopefully the man didn’t notice Soap... Bet Lt. was pissed off as well at Soap for ignoring his orders...
But Ghost walked past without noticing Soap and the man sighed in relief. He closed his eyes. He was so tired... He hadn’t been able to sleep properly since their last mission. Not that it was unheard of him having insomnia after a mission but... this time it was because of nightmares.
He hadn’t had nightmares in a long while.
He sat there for a moment longer before picking himself up from the floor and leaving the gym. What he didn’t expect was Ghost standing in front of the gym door.
“Steamin’ bloody Jesus!” Soap gasped, “Ghost, you cunt!”
“Thought you’d be here”, Ghost said, unfazed by Soap getting startled.
“What do ya want?” Soap asked, not looking at Ghost.
“Talk”, Ghost said. He’s not letting Soap get away this time. He wants to get to the bottom of Soap’s behaviour and try to help him, “Now.”
Ghost’s voice left no room for argument.
“Yes, sir”, Soap sighed quietly and followed his superior officer.
They left the base and found a secluded spot. Ghost sat down on a crate and gestured Soap to take a seat as well but the man just stood there, the distant look back on his face again.
“Alright”, Ghost sighed, “What’s gotten your ballsack in a twist?”
“Sir?” Soap said, looking at Ghost with a slight frown.
“First, cut that crap”, Ghost said, “Second, I asked what’s wrong with you. You’ve been quiet for days. Barely said anything to anybody which is very unlike you and you’ve haven’t done your duties. This was the first day I saw you after the mission. Somethin’s botherin’ ya. Now spill it.”
Soap sighed. He knew there’s no point in hiding anything from Ghost. The man would know one way or another eventually.
“Just... had a few rough days, is all”, he said, picking at his nail.
“Everybody has rough days”, Ghost says, “Sit down.”
This time, Soap did sit down. Though, his posture was hunched and his elbows rested heavily on his knees.
“What’s going on?” Ghost asked again.
Soap didn’t say anything. Ghost said nothing for a moment, either. He glanced up at a passing soldier and then looked back at Soap.
“Johnny.”
Ghost’s voice was stern but... it was also soft. Which was very uncharacteristic for such a man with a bad reputation.
That made Johnny look up at Ghost.
“Tell me what’s going on”, Ghost said, “You’ve been MIA since Hassan was killed and you’ve ignored your duties.”
You’ve ignored me went unsaid.
Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, his hands clenched into fists.
“I haven’t slept since the mission”, he said quietly, his hands relaxing.
“Because...?” Ghost asked.
“Nightmares”, Johnny said.
“Everybody has those”, Ghost said.
“Aye. ‘guess so”, Johnny said and looked down at his hands that hung limply, “This one, though... keeps recurring. The same one...”
Ghost merely hummed. He lifted his mask to reveal his lips and nose and then pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and a lighter. He took a cigarette between his lips and offered the pack to Johnny who also took a cigarette. Then, Ghost put the pack back in his pocket and lit Johnny’s cigarette before doing the same to his own. Both men inhaled and puffed out smoke almost at the same time.
Johnny rubbed his palms against his thighs as he straightened up and leaned back against the wall behind him. He took the cigarette from his mouth before he spoke, “Look, I... I don’t wanna bother you, sir. This isn’t your problem. I... I’ll deal with it.”
“Care to even tell me what the nightmare is about?” Ghost asked.
Johnny took another deep inhale from his cigarette and flicked the ash off from the tip, “I...” he started, trying to find his words, “In the nightmare, I keep doing the same thing I did in the mission. I snatch the case, run to safety, put in the code and run into Hassan, get injured and caught... but you’re not there to kill Hassan and I fall off the building. The way I fall off... has been different each night...”
Ghost listened in silence before speaking, “Good thing I was there in real life, then.”
Johnny nods a little and takes a new inhale from his cigarette, “Aye...”
After a moment of silence, of them both just smoking their cigarettes, Ghost opened his mouth and said, “I’ll make it better for you.”
“That a threat?” Johnny said.
“A promise”, Ghost said.
Another snort from Johnny, “Fine”, he said, took a final inhale from his cigarette before putting it out on the crate.
—
Later that night, Johnny was dead tired. More so than previous nights. He felt like falling asleep standing on his feet. He brushed his teeth and washed his face before shuffling towards the bed. But he didn’t get far from the bathroom when Simon pinned him to the wall and started kissing his neck.
Johnny just stood there, arms hanging at his sides.
“Turn around”, Simon murmured in Johnny’s ear.
Johnny obeyed and turned his back to Simon and the taller man grabbed his hips and pressed against him. Johnny merely sighed.
“Not in the mood, Simon”, he mumbled, “‘m tired...”
Simon stopped immediately and turned Johnny to look at him. The smaller man looked back up at him with sad eyes and... moved past him towards the bed.
“Night...” Johnny said quietly.
Simon watched as Johnny climbed in bed and curled up under the blanket. Never a good sign. He came over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned over Johnny who had the blanket pulled up to his ears so that Simon could only see him from eyebrows up.
“Johnny...” Simon said softly and pulled the blanket down a bit to reveal Johnny’s eyes.
Without a word, he started petting Johnny’s head.
“It’s okay”, Simon said softly, “I said I’d make it better for you.”
He leaned down and kissed Johnny’s temple and kept petting him until the man fell asleep.
That night, Johnny had no nightmares.
—
In the morning, Simon woke up to a soft touch to his jaw. He opened his eyes and was met with a soft gaze and a sleepy smile.
“Mornin’”, he said, his voice deep and gruff.
“Mornin’”, Johnny replied, his eyes on Simon’s lips.
“How're ya feelin’?” Simon asked, his hand resting on Johnny’s side.
The touch didn't seem to bother Johnny so Simon dared to start caressing him. That elicited a wider smile from the other man.
“Better”, Johnny said, his gaze flicking to Simon’s.
Simon saw the way Johnny looked at him.
“Somethin’ on your mind?” he asked.
“Will you... allow me to be a little selfish?” Johnny asked quietly, his hand still on Simon’s jaw.
“Go ahead”, Simon said softly.
“Thank you, sir”, Johnny said quietly and leaned in to kiss Simon.
They kissed for a moment before Johnny broke the kiss. He laid back down and looked at Simon.
“Ye really sleep with that thing on”, Johnny chuckled and tugged at the mask.
“What did you expect?” Simon asked.
“Honestly? This is kind of what I expected”, Johnny said.
“Did you expect to share your bed with me, though?” Simon asked, rubbing Johnny’s side with his thumb.
“No, sir”, Johnny said, “No, I didn’t.”
Simon hummed, “Are you glad it happened?”
Johnny smiles, “Aye, sir.”
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🐻Alfie’s Sweetheart🧸
Warning: Use of crappy terms against gay men, as well as a lot of swearing and violence.
“Good lad! Fill it out. Fuck off. Next lad!!!”
Every man that approached Alfie Solomons were two things. One, terrified of disobeying him. And two, very confused as to why he had a ‘pretty boy’ on his lap while he did his work. Thomas had met the young man, during his first meeting with Alfie, and he didn’t question their relationship. Saying that, however, the employees had a lot of questions and also opinions.
“Name?”
“Uhhh… Buddy Halls!”
“Profession?”
“Baker!”
“Good lad! Fill it out. Fuck off. Next lad!!!”
The only employee who knew anything was the man put in charge of everyone else. Billy Kitchen. And he was given very simple instructions by Tommy Shelby, if any other employee offends Alfie’s love, they were to be disciplined immediately. A very simple rule, just to protect Teddy Shepherd, Alfie’s ‘pretty boy’ love.
“Name?”
“Billy Kitchen!”
“Occupation?”
“Head Baker!”
Alfie and Teddy both looked up at Billy, who looked as if he was awaiting orders. Teddy then handed him a form and Alfie said, “Fill it out”. Once he walked away, Alfie rubbed Teddy’s lower back and shook his head. “Tommy fucking Shelby, honestly. Never give power to the big man. What do I tell ya? Never give power to the big man…”, Alfie said. “Yeah, alright…! Captain Solomons~”, Teddy teased. Then Alfie gave him a look, making him smile. “Calling me a fucking hypocrite now?” “Yes, sir! I am!” Then Alfie kissed his cheek before whispering, “Wait until we get home…!”
“Next lad!!!”
Teddy was stood next to Alfie as Thomas told all of them what their job was. The ‘pretty boy’ was just sat back and doing the puzzle on the newspaper. He hated being called that, but it’s what he was called as he was a very handsome young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was shorter and slimmer than Alfie but he still had some visible muscle. Other than that, he was very kind hearted and very sweet to basically everyone, although he did have his sarcastic streak.
“Any questions?”
“Three”.
Buddy put his hand up.
“Two”.
“Yes…”, Tommy asked, clearly tired.
“One”.
“What’s a faggot doing here, eh?”
Everyone just laughed and Teddy stood back before watching the scene unfold. Tommy looked at Alfie, as he cleared his throat, and he walked up to Buddy, no hesitation whatsoever. He glared at him and quickly hit the man stood next to him, knocking him out. He then patted Buddy with his walking stick and nodded before saying, “He’ll wake up. Granted he won’t have any teeth left, but he’ll be a wiser man for it. And the last thing he would’ve heard is your little comment”.
The room was tense, but Teddy was blushing.
“Right!!!”, Alfie shouted.
“There are fucking rules here, for a fucking reason, which just have to be obeyed! Rule number one: the distinction between bread and rum is not discussed! Rule number two: anything your superior officer tells you, or any of your fucking superior officers tell you… NOT DISCUSSED!!!”
Then his eyes darkened.
“Rule number three, four, five, six, seven, eight— I don’t care. For the rest of your measly lives, because like you, I’m a complete and utter fucking sodomite! Jewish women. You do not go anywhere near them, because Jewish women for you are off the fucking menu”, Alfie said before nodding. “I think that’s fair”. Then he stood there, glaring at Billy. “Hmm— oh!!!”
“And, one more fucking thing, I couldn’t give less of a fuck what you call me behind my back! Really! But, if any of ya, any fucking one of ya, talk about Teddy… Billy will fucking tell me and I’ll fucking kill ya!”
Everything went silent and Alfie turned to Tommy. “Right, sorry. I interrupted”. Then he walked back to Teddy, as Tommy looked down at the man who had been knocked out and he said, “Pick him up”. After, he walked up to Billy and whispered, “Get him outta here… and make this fucking work…!” Billy nodded.
“DON’T FUCKING WAIT!!! YOU’RE MEANT TO BE FUCKING SOLDIERS!!! YOU’RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!!!”
Teddy watched as they left, fearing for their lives and he looked at Alfie. “You okay?” “Hm? Yeah, I’m good, sweetheart”, he said as he rubbed the blondes arm gently, making him smile. Tommy approached them and said, “It’s nice doing business with you, Alfie”. “Hm… yeah”. Once he left, Teddy looked at Ollie as he pointed to the door, telling him to leave them alone.
“Alfie…?”
“I’m scared for ya. I saw some of ‘em staring at ya… and looking up and down at ya”, he said softly. Teddy then kissed him and said, “In case you’ve forgotten, I was also a soldier. And I’m always armed. If anyone touches me, who ain’t you, they’ll lose a finger”. Then Alfie smirked and picked him up. “That gives me a bit of relief. Come here”. Teddy leaned down, kissing him slowly. “I love you, Bear”. “Heh… I love you too”.
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gfg Pt. 1
Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Maya Smith) x Daveed Diggs Rating: M 18+ MINORS DNI strong language, drug usage, SMUT unprotected sex, public sex, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, double penetration, edging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, daddy kink, sir kink, oral m/f receiving, dom/sub. FILTH Summary: Rafael and Reader invite Daveed to their bedroom Word Count: 1.8K Requested: YES! From this Anon ask, y’all this was literally the first request when I opened my asks again. At first, I was like
Then I was like
Maya sat in the green room scrolling on her phone, the clippng concert had just ended, and she managed to escape backstage to wait for her boyfriend of five years. Maya was deliberate in picking what she chose to wear tonight and she received the exact reaction she was hoping for. Maya wore this out specifically for Rafael. She decided against standing near the front of the crowd, as that would be too obvious, so she opted to stand in the middle, center stage right in Rafael’s eyesight when he would be on stage with Daveed.
She could still recall the moment when his eyes met hers during the concert and the look he gave her when he saw what she was wearing. It sent shivers throughout her body, she bit her lip in anticipation of their plans tonight. She could feel the arousal between her thighs the whole concert. The door opened and Maya looked up from her spot hoping to see Rafael but it was Daveed. He was still sweaty, and shirtless, from the concert.
“You always manage to lose your shirt during a concert Diggs.” Maya teased a smirk on her face. Maya and Daveed always participated in playful flirting when they were around each other, ever since Rafa introduced the two of them, it was harmless…well at least on Daveed’s end.
“It’s only for you,” he winked, “and I know you not talkin’.” He said about what she was wearing.
“Was I too distracting?” Maya questioned, crossing her legs, showing off more of her thighs to Daveed. Daveed laughed nervously,
“Yeah, the lights kept shining off your big ass forehead,” Daveed deflected. Maya had to bring out the big guns, she got up and walked past Daveed, not without brushing her ass against him.
“Sorry, D.” She said obliviously as she bent down to grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge.
“Damn,” Daveed exclaimed eyeing Maya’s body.
“Like what you see Diggs? You know, I didn’t only wear this outfit for Rafa.” Maya slowly approached the man until their faces were inches from each other. Daveed cursed under his breath.
“You okay there, Daveed?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,”
“You sure?” She stepped even closer to him, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. Daveed held back a groan, he wanted to pinch himself because he had to be dreaming. Even if he was, he didn’t want to wake up. Maya didn’t give him a chance to respond before she wrapped her hands around his neck, her lips dangerously close to his.
“What you doin’ Maya?”
“I don’t know,” she responded feigning innocence “What do you want me to do?” The door opened to reveal Rafa. Daveed had practically jumped away from Maya, Rafa had a dark glint in his eyes.
“Keeping my lady company Diggs?” Rafa walked into the room and stood beside her. She didn’t miss the subtle squeeze on her side.
“Uh, yeah, yeah, um I’m gonna talk to Bill real quick,” Daveed said absentmindedly leaving the green room quickly. Once he was gone Rafa turned his gaze to Maya
“What?”
“You know what, so?”
“Oh, he’s definitely down, let’s shoot for next week, my birthday.” Maya grinned “He probably would’ve fucked me if you didn’t come in.”
“Oh really?” Rafa grabbed Maya’s hand and led her back to the sofa. He sat down and she instantly straddled him
“Mhmm, I was hoping he would, I wanted him to bend me over the sofa and fuck me so bad, I just know his dick is big,” Maya whispered into Rafa’s ear, purposefully trying to get under his skin. You gasped when Rafa roughly grabbed your hair
“What are you trying to do Maya?” Rafa asked his lips ghosting over yours, you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face.
“Should’ve known you’d enjoy this too much,” Rafa said rubbing his thumb over your lips, you obediently opened your mouth and he pushed his thumb in. You moaned around the digit, your eyes never leaving Rafa’s. You ground your hips down, moaning wantonly, feeling Rafa’s hard dick through his sweatpants. Rafa removed his thumb from your mouth. Rafa leaned back on the couch, his arms spread out. Rafa gave you a look and you knew what he wanted. You unbuttoned your shorts and lifted your body before flinging them off. Rafa attacked your mouth not giving you a chance to react to the passionate kiss. It didn’t take long for Rafa’s hands to travel down until he dipped his hands into your fishnet tights, he smiled into the kiss when he discovered you weren’t wearing any panties. You hungrily looked at your boyfriend before you were suddenly turned over and laying across his lap.
“This is not what I told you to wear,” Rafa said darkly as he ripped your tights.
“I’m sorry sir, the dress couldn’t fit.”
“Cause of all that ass,” He said kneading Maya's ass, making her moan aloud
“You better keep it down before someone hears you. Unless that’s what you want. You want someone to come in here and see how much of a slut you really are? You got everyone fooled that you’re so innocent but you know what you are deep down. You still need a punishment one, for not wearing the dress, and two, for trying to make me mad. How many do you think?”
“Five, sir.” Rafa hummed,
“Shouldn’t even call this a punishment, you love this don’t you?”
“I love whatever punishment you give me sir,”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Green.”
“Hmm, count and if you mess up I’ll start over.”
“Yes sir—aaahh!” Rafa's hand came down on her ass…hard
“One,”
“Mmm, Two!” Maya almost screamed when she felt Rafa’s finger rubbing gentle circles on her clit and then roughly pinching it. She didn’t have a chance to react, Rafa landed two hard slaps.
“Three! Four!” Maya said into Rafa’s thigh.
“One more baby, you’re doing so good.” Maya could only moan in response, she had been on edge since she left their place. Rafa delivered one last slap.
“Five!” Rafa picked Maya up so that her back was against his chest, her legs spread open. She gasped loudly when Rafa sunk three fingers into her, instantly finding the spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. Maya should’ve kept her mouth shut, but who would she be if didn’t push the envelope a bit?
“Mmm, Daveed,” She moaned Rafa landed a slap on her clit, he covered Maya’s mouth when she cried out
“You really wanna piss me off?” He said into the crook of her neck.
“No, sir.” She breathed.
“I think you do, you’re being bad Maya, and bad girls don’t get to come.” Rafa pulled his fingers out and placed them in front of Maya she obediently opened her mouth and took the digits into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself. Three heavy knocks made the couple pause in their moment.
“Yo Raf! Diggs said you're needed at the meet and greet.”
“Looks, like we’re gonna have to do this the fast way.” Maya got off her boyfriend’s lap and instantly sunk to her knees.
“Raf?!”
“Give me five minutes!”
Maya eagerly undid Rafa’s jeans and pulled out his hard dick. Maya swallows him, taking him as far as she could. She put her hands behind her back and let Rafa fuck her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust his hips up, making her gag around his dick. It didn’t long take for Rafa to come, Maya swallowing all that he gave. Maya smiled wickedly at Rafa licking her lips.
“I love you so much, you did so good baby. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
“Mm, I love you too and you were perfect.”
“Wait for me here? I’ll be right back.” Rafael hurriedly pulled up his jeans and rushed out of the room. Luckily for Maya, there was a bathroom in the green room. By the time she was done freshening up Rafael had returned.
“You hungry?”
“Yeah, can we get ramen?”
“Of course, we can get it to-go, head home and take a bath together.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Next Week
Rafael and Daveed were sitting on the couch not even remembering why they were laughing so hard. Rafael hosted a kickback for Maya’s birthday. By now everyone had left, and it was just the three of them, which was the perfect time to spark up. Maya sat on the other side her legs sprawled over Rafa. Maya smiled slyly when a wicked idea came to mind, she grabbed Rafa’s face pulling him close to hers, and did a shotgun; making sure to exchange eye contact with Daveed the entire time who shifted uncomfortably on his side of the sofa.
“So I’m gonna head out.”
“Are you sure? We were gonna play a game,” Maya pouted
“Nah, I’m a little faded.”
“All the more reason you shouldn’t leave.” Maya crawled over to Daveed’s side of the sofa. Daveed frowned, why the hell wasn’t Rafa saying anything, Daveed visibly gulped when Maya straddled him.
“Your mouth says you want to leave, but something else is telling me differently.”
“Rafa, what the fuck?!”
“Stay…Daveed, I want you to…for me. I’ll say please,” Maya leaned in close by his ear “and other things.” She whispered, Daveed chuckled nervously
“Raf!”
“Maya and I have been talking and we want to do this with you. If you want.” Daveed would be lying if he didn’t say he thought it about…plenty of times…late at night…last night. He never acted on it because he didn’t want to jeopardize his friendship with Rafa and his relationship with Maya.
“No strings attached?”
“We can make this a regular thing if you want,” Maya offered eagerly.
“You better give her an answer soon, Diggs.” Rafael teased as he handed Daveed the blunt. Daveed took a large inhale, fuck it.
“Can I be a good girl for you, Daddy?” Maya asked as she began to slowly grind against Daveed,
“Fuck, I think I should be asking you that,” Daveed hands went to Maya’s waist to control her movements
“Are you gonna be a good girl for both of us?”
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Bad Knight, Good Knight
Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader (feat. Steven Grant)
Summary: Give Marc a certain look and he’ll give you his all. In the condition that you’re gonna be good.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Unprotected and rough p in v penetration, overstimulation, slight D/S dynamics, sir kink, creampie
A/N: I caught up on Moon Knight yesterday and who would’ve thought that it’d be Marc Spector to give me my groove back LMFAO thanks @soldatspet and @bemine-bucky for the push 😘😘😘
MAIN MASTERLIST
“You have got to stop giving me those eyes in the middle of a job.”
You felt Marc trail closely behind you as you both stepped inside the elevator of an old motel. Unable to help yourself from smirking, you bit down on your lip as you turned around.
“What eyes?” You innocently asked, blinking up at Marc while slightly tilting your head to the side.
The soft yet low grunt that Marc made was almost inaudible. He rolled his eyes before towering you, making you walk backwards until you felt the cold wall of the elevator against your bare shoulders.
“Those eyes,” Marc hoarsely whispered as he leaned in closer, his breath fanning your cheek as he teasingly nosed your skin. “…the kind of look you give me when you want to get fucked.” He said, pulling back just to take in your look.
He hasn’t even laid a finger on you and yet your eyes were already so glassy. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you breathed, your mouth parted and lips glistening.
“That what you want?” Marc asked, his tone teasing as he tipped your chin up with his fingers.
You merely nodded, whining softly when you felt Marc’s knee slot in between your legs to tease your mound.
“Want me to fuck this cunt until you’re begging for me to stop?” He asked again, this time moving his knee back and forth to rub at your aching pussy.
Marc didn’t even let you answer because the way you were arching your back against the wall was enough to let him know how much you needed him to use you. He took a step back from you and smirked in amusement when you whined at the loss of contact.
“Tell me you’re gonna be good.” He demanded, voice louder and firmer this time around.
You panted and almost sagged against the wall, your need to feel his cock almost rendering you weak in the knees.
“I’m gonna be good.” You whispered.
Marc snickered, “Louder, princess.”
You groaned, “Gonna be good for you, Marc!” You exclaimed just as when the elevator reached your floor.
A satisfied smile tugged at Marc’s lips as the doors slid open behind him, “As soon as you step out, you’ll only do what I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
-
“Is my princess getting tired? Thought you were gonna be good?” Marc asked, the patronizing tone of his voice giving you a new sense of vigor to keep going.
He had already fucked an orgasm out of you as soon as the both of you reached the motel room, but of course, Marc was an overachiever. One climax wasn’t enough for him, he needed more so he sat on a chair and had you straddle him, with your hands tied behind your back.
“‘’m not tired…” you panted, slowly getting your rhythm back as you bounced on his cock
Marc chuckled as he watched you with lidded eyes, so desperate to please him like the good girl you said you were. He licked his lips as he looked at your tits bouncing with every movement.
“You’re gonna have to try harder, princess. I fucked you good earlier, didn’t I? Made your pussy cum so hard it had your eyes rolling back to your head. If you want another reward you’re gonna have to ride my cock better.” He mocked, gripping your neck with both of his large hands to pull you closer for a messy kiss.
You moaned against his mouth, feeling his tongue slip into yours. He kissed you roughly, slightly canting his hips upwards before he completely stilled in his seat again.
“Go on, princess. Ride me harder, you can do it.” He encouraged before letting you go and leaning back against the chair to watch you.
Taking in a sharp inhale, you ignored the way your thighs were burning and sped up your pace. You kept your gaze on Marc as you rode his cock, sometimes sliding back and forth instead of bouncing up and down.
Marc’s face scrunched into pleasure when your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, parting his mouth to let out a soft grunt.
Moans continued to spill out of you; the girth of his cock stretching your cunt out deliciously. There was a slight sting to it but god, you loved the pain.
And you loved how Marc was looking at you like a predator eyeing his prey.
Sweat trickled down both your bodies, mixing together with your wetness that was pooling at the base of Marc’s cock.
“That’s it, fucking my cock so well. Good girl.” Marc praised, opening his legs wider and pushing your thighs even farther apart.
You keened when you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix when you slammed down on him, your body trembling at the surge of pleasure that coursed through your veins.
Marc choked out a chuckle, “That hit the spot, princess? Felt your cunt clench around me tightly. Squeezing me so fucking good, getting me all wet from your juices.” He said.
“Marc, please…” you whimpered, feeling that familiar tightness in your abdomen.
“What does my princess want?” Marc asked, brushing your hair away from your face.
You swallowed hard and tried to keep your eyes open, “Touch me, please. Wanna cum so bad.” You moaned, rolling your hips against his harder and faster— needier.
Marc hummed before cupping your face with one hand and holding your waist with the other. He held back from touching you that when you felt the roughness of his palm against your skin, you almost felt like your entire body was burning.
“Need my help to get you off, huh? Can’t cum without me touching you?” Marc teased again, running his thumb along your lower lip.
You nodded, “Yes, sir. Please, please. Need you to touch me, need you to make me cum.” You sputtered out your words.
Marc grunted and shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck on them before he reached down between your bodies to rub on your bundle of nerves.
The action made you moan out loud and your legs quiver from the pleasure. Tears welled in your eyes as you neared your release.
Marc knew your body perfectly, he knew the little cues it would give each time you were about to explode. He firmly planted his feet on the ground and gripped your waist tighter before finally thrusting his hips up to meet yours.
The pleasure from Marc’s cock fucking into you and his fingers rubbing at your clit was overwhelmingly good, so good that made your entire body tremble as you finally came.
A silent scream left your mouth, your nails digging into the palms as you tried to hold onto something but to no avail. The restraints had already left marks on your wrists but you couldn’t care less because you were too focused on how his cock kept on fucking into you to prolong your orgasm.
Tears tainted your cheeks as you went limp and fell against Marc’s sweaty chest, your body jolting from aftershocks as his cock slowed down from slipping in and out of your abused cunt.
You might have lost your consciousness because when you opened your eyes, your wrists were no longer tied behind you and Marc was soothingly rubbing your back while whispering praises into your ear.
“You back?” He laughed as you straightened up to look at him.
His face was red sweaty, with some of his curls sticking onto his damp forehead. You breathily chuckled as you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
“You still gonna be good for me?” Marc whispered against your mouth as he stood up from the chair, hoisting you up with him.
You squealed at this sudden movement, feeling his hard cock continue to throb inside of your swollen pussy.
“I asked you a question, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Marc warned as he walked to the bed.
You nodded and kissed him again, “Yes, sir.” You responded.
“Good.” Marc said and wordlessly dropped you on the bed, manhandling you and roughly turning you around before kneeling behind you.
He lifted your ass up and pressed down on your nape, pushing your face against the mattress as he slid his cock back inside of you with no prior warning.
You cried out at the friction, your pussy absolutely overstimulated and begging to breathe. But you’d do anything for Marc Spector, so you took in every thrust no matter how abused your cunt felt.
His grunts and groans filled the air as he fucked you to his liking, landing a spank on your ass every now and then. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, your toes curling from the tension slowly pooling in your abdomen yet again.
Two climaxes in and yet your body was begging for more despite the exhaustion.
“God, your pussy’s so fucking tight. So fucking greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” Marc said, thumbing your puckered hole.
“Mhmm!” You hummed, arching your back even deeper.
Marc slapped your ass again before squeezing it playfully, “Could feel you getting close again, can you cum again for me?” He asked, gripping your waist tightly.
You nodded as you drooled on the sheets; your eyelids fluttered as you neared your third orgasm, you were already incoherent and babbling— just the way Marc wanted.
He loved it when he’d fuck you dumb like this. You were so helpless and so willing to surrender everything to him.
Marc lifted his knee up and planted his foot on the bed to find a better angle before he fucked you relentlessly, barely pulling his cock out of your cunt.
You cried his name out like a prayer, cumming hard after one particular thrust that had you seeing stars. Marc groaned out loud when your pussy clenched around his cock, pushing him to his own orgasm.
Marc bent down to press kisses along your spine as he spilled inside of you, his warm release filling you up to the brim.
His sweaty chest was pressed against your back as he pressed a kiss behind your ear, “Did so good for me, princess.” He whispered, allowing your pussy’s contractions to milk his cock until the last drop.
“Hold it in for me?” He whispered as he straightened his back, pulling his softening cock out from your pussy.
Following Marc’s instruction, you clenched hard to keep all of his release inside of you as you caught your breath. Keeping your ass up in the air, you sighed in comfort when Marc started caressing your ass.
“Let go, princess.” He said.
You relaxed your entire body and allowed Marc’s cum to spill out of your cunt. You whined at the feeling of it dripping down the insides of your thighs.
“Beautiful.” Marc praised, landing a gentle spank on your ass as he watched his release continue to drip out of your puffy pussy.
He licked his lips and gently helped you lay down on your back. He crawled over you and smiled proudly, “God, you’re gorgeous. You satisfied now?” He teased, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.
You chuckled and forced your eyes to open despite the exhaustion, “Hmm yeah. Thank you, sir.” You whispered, slowly feeling yourself doze off.
You still heard Marc praising you, making you smile before you completely succumbed to sleep.
-
The shaking of the floor and the loud noise of the tracks as a train passed by woke you up. You were still slightly annoyed that the motel Marc chose to laylow in was near the railway. However, memories from the previous day quickly changed your mood despite the noise.
Your body was sore all over, especially in between your legs. Shifting on the bed, you realized that you were in one of Marc’s shirts already. He must have helped you clean up last night while you were dead asleep.
Smiling, you turned to the other side and was met with Marc’s face, peacefully asleep. Carefully, you reached over to fix a stray curl away from his face.
Marc stirred and scrunched his nose making you laugh, “‘’m sorry, did I wake you?” You softly asked when he opened his eyes.
His eyes met your eyes and it didn’t take him more than a second to let out a scream as he jolted out of bed. You panicked and jumped out as well, asking Marc what was wrong.
“Who are you?! Where am I?!” Marc exclaimed fearfully, eyes wide and seemingly disoriented.
His accent changed too.
“Calm down, Marc. It’s just me.” You coaxed.
Marc’s shocked expression was immediately replaced by that of worry. His shoulders visibly relax as he sat back down on the bed, rubbing his face with his hand.
“Oh no, oh no.” He murmured to himself, “Not again.” He added before realizing that he was merely clad in a pair of boxers.
Marc hurriedly covered himself up with the blanket. His sudden change of demeanor made you realize what was going on.
You cautiously approached the bed and sat down, allowing some space in between the two of you.
“This shouldn’t have happened.” Marc continued to talk to himself.
Steven, rather.
“It’s okay, Steven.” You said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Steven turned to you quickly, “You…you know me?” He asked incredulously.
You nodded, “Steven Grant.” You said.
“Marc told you…about me?” He asked again, still unable to believe.
“He mentioned you a couple of times. Steven…with a V.” You explained.
You’d known about Steven for quite a while now, it was something that Marc thought he needed you to know. With the kind of relationship you two had, it was important that you knew about these things.
It left you quite confused at first and to be honest, you didn’t understand Marc’s situation. He was patient enough to explain everything to you and after a while, you felt like you already knew Steven.
Now that you finally met him, it felt surreal but nothing’s really changed with how you felt about Steven’s existence— he really was a lovely lad.
Steven let out a sigh, “I must apologize, I must have frightened you.” He said, finally calming down.
You laughed and shook your head, “It’s alright. I figured I’d meet you one day, just didn’t expect it’d be right after…” you trailed, feeling your face heat up.
Steven was quick to understand what you meant and felt just as awkward. There was a pause for a brief moment before he cleared his throat.
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you—“ he trailed, squinting as if he was recalling whether Marc had told him your name.
You quickly introduced yourself and extended your arm for a handshake, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You said.
Steven glanced down at your hand and noticed the marks on your wrists, “Oh my, you’re hurt.” He worriedly said, mindlessly taking your arm to take a close look at it.
You felt your body heat up even more, “No, don’t worry. Those are…” you said, figuring out how to tell Steven where those marks came from.
“Marc and I…last night…” you stammered.
You saw the embarrassment in Steven’s eyes the very moment he caught your drift, “Ohhh, oh. Must have been a fun night.” He said and immediately regretted his cheeky remark.
You laughed and nodded, “It was indeed a fun night.” You affirmed.
The awkward atmosphere turned lighter thankfully. Steven glanced at you again, “Did Marc…take good care of you after?” He carefully asked.
Your eyes softened up as you looked at Steven. You smiled and nodded, “He did. Thank you for asking, Steven. He did leave me quite hungry though.” You admitted.
Steven chuckled, “Well then, I should get Marc back.” He said, preparing to stand up until you stopped him.
“Why don’t we get breakfast together, Steven with a V?” You asked with amusement.
“Marc did tell me that I’d have to get to know you at one point. Perhaps we can do that over coffee?” You hopefully asked.
You could see the gears in Steven’s head turning before he looked down and scratched at his neck, “I’m not sure Marc would like that.” He said.
Smiling, you stood up and grabbed his shirt on the floor before handing it over to him.
“Marc was right about you, Steven with a V. You worry too much.” You said with a slight chuckle, “I’m absolutely sure he wouldn’t mind.”
#bbb writes#marc spector#steven grant#marc spector x you#marc spector x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant x reader#marc spector smut#steven grant fluff#moon knight#oscar isaac
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yes sir
sapnap x fem reader x punz
warnings: NSFW, mention of cheating, facefucking-mention of gagging and tears, anal, double penetration
a/n: i feel like with so many ppl the dialogue got a bit confusing so
sapnap, punz, you
“there’s nothing else to say, we’re done” “is this some kind of joke? we’ve been dating for 3 years!” “yeah, and they’re over now” “how can you say that?” “come onnn, you had to have seen this coming” “what the fuck are you talking about? just last week we were talking about where we were going to spend summer break!” “look, i met someone else and she’s great, we’ve been going out for a few weeks now and she’s fucking hot” you don’t even know what to say, “so this is it? we’re done just like that?” “it would’ve been a lot quicker if you’d just accepted it instead of whining” “don’t you feel anything for me? we were together for 3 years-” “yeah, the worst 3 years of my life. look, you’re boring, we never try anything new, the sex is awful and it’s like you don’t even try to look hot anymore” “i don’t- you’ve never even talked to me about any of that!” you can’t help the tears rolling down your cheeks, as your boyfriend. no EX-boyfriend slams the door behind him. grabbing your keys you leave as well, going to the only people who you know can make you feel better.
when sapnap opens the door your tears start all over again, his eyes widening at the sight of you “woah! what’s going on? why are you crying?” punz comes up behind him at the commotion, “what the fuck is going on-” you try to speak but your voice is trembling, sobs wracking your body. sapnap reaches out, arms pulling you close to him as he try’s to comfort your trembling frame. “you need to tell us what’s going on angel. are you okay?” sapnap walks you over to the couch, rubbing comforting circles on your arm as you try to calm your breathing “im sorry i- i didn’t know where else to go… ty broke up with me, he’s- he’s been cheating on me for weeks” sapnaps jaw tensed as punz’s hand wipes your tears “you’re far too pretty to be crying over a jackass like that” “the next time i see that fucker i’m going to-“ punz cut sapnap off, throwing him a glare as you spoke again “and he said that our sex life was boring! as if he can talk. in three years he never even made me cum!” as soon as the words are out of your mouth you can’t stop the blush that blankets your face, the reality of what you’d just told your two friends sinking in. “forget i said tha-“ sapnap was the first to speak “you haven’t gotten off in 3 years?” you nodded, eyes fixed to your lap as their eyes burned into your skull, they threw each other a look, sapnap giving a quick nod before punz spoke
“well that’s just unacceptable princess, you’re lucky we’re here to rectify it” your head snapped up at his words eyes wide at the smirk he was giving you. you gasped as you felt sapnap’s hand slowly trailing higher and higher on your thigh, his fingers stopping just before where you needed him most. “do you want this sweetheart?” the blonde studied your face watching for any signs of discomfort, sapnap quickly adding “we won’t be mad, if you don’t. you’re in control angel” you took only a moment, your ex’s words lingering in your mind. “yes, please… i want this. i want you” the boys smiled at you, the attention making you dizzy. “in that case.. we’re going to play a little game. it’s called yes sir.” you furrowed your brows, “i’ve never heard of that game before, what is it?” sapnap chuckled from behind you, his fingers continuing their path, his breath hitching as he reached your panties “fuck- she’s so wet already and we haven’t even started” “of course she is, she’s probably dreamed of this. her two best friends fucking her, using her like the slut she’s always wanted to be” the way they talked about you, as if you weren’t sat right next to them had you grinding into sapnaps touch. “how do you play-” punz leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he spoke “you’re going to be our submissive for the night, you can always say no of course..” his lips move down to your neck nipping at you as you shudder “we just want to have some fun with you. our pretty little angel” sapnap joins in kissing and nipping the other side of your neck, the dual sensation setting your body on fire.
“we won’t touch you until you give us verbal consent” “oh god- yes, yes please touch me” you can feel punz’s smile against your skin “so desperate… you don’t even realise what you’re in for princess” they both pull away from you, pouting at the loss of contact. “strip down to your underwear” you take your clothes off, punz and sapnap watching your every move, eyes dark with an emotion you’ve never seen from them. once you’re done you unconsciously cross your arms over your underwear as self consciousness kicks in. “okay- now what?” “when we tell you to do something you do it and respond with yes sir. and if you’re not comfortable say chicken and we’ll stop” you nod your head, noticing the way punz’s eyes are glued to your tits, his eyes honed in on the sight of your nipples pushing against the fabric. “get down on your knees” “my- knees?” “what did i just say?” you drop to the floor “yes sir” punz smiles at your obedience “now suck him” you look over to sapnap, his dick straining against his shorts. with eager hands you reach out and pull down his shorts, a noise escaping you at the sight of his dick, thick and veiny with his precum already smeared on his tip.
“well what are you waiting for sweetheart? suck him” tentatively you lean forward, kissing his tip before looking up at him with innocent eyes. sapnap raises an eyebrow at your teasing, “you can do better than that angel” his hands grab your hair “open wide” you do as he says, a muffled squeal leaving your lips as he thrusts all the way in, hitting the back of your throat as your lips close around him. you’re gagging but he doesn’t slow down, his hands on either side of your face, holding you still as he uses you. “fuck, yeah- just like that” “i bet her mouth feels fucking heavenly” your nails dig into his thighs as your eyes start to water, sapnaps pace relentless until he suddenly pulls out, lifting you off the ground as punz lays down in your place. “my turn” he grins as sapnap lowers you back down, directly onto punz’s face. “keep sucking me” your eyes widen as you lean forward to do as he says. the second that you take sapnap into your mouth, you’re rewarded with the feeling of punz’s tongue licking long strokes up and down your pussy. your moans have sapnap groaning, his hands finding their way back to your head as he resumes his previous pace. you squirm against punz’s face, his grip on your waist tightening to keep you in place. your heads fuzzy and you’re overwhelmed by everything that’s happening. “you like sitting on punz’s face while you suck me off, huh angel? you like being our little toy?” you can barely speak answering sap with moans and whimpers. your legs are trembling and you’re on the edge of orgasm when everything suddenly stops.
“no, please, wait! i was so close-“ tears spring to your eyes as the both of them pull away from you. “sap bring her to the couch, i need to be inside her” “please, i was so close-“ punz is quick to cut you off “do you really think we won’t take care of you? sweetheart, give us some credit!” “but.. punz i want to cum” despite your words sapnap picks you up once again, sitting you down on punz as you straddle his lap. “you taste divine.. did you like it when i fucked you with my tongue?” despite your previous positions your face still burns from his words, the bluntness of them making your core ache “it was the hottest thing i’ve ever tried sir, no one’s ever made me feel that good” “oh yeah?” his face lights up at the praise. you’re about to speak when you feel hands grabbing at your ass, you turn your head to see sapnap kneeling behind you. “has anyone ever taken you in the ass?” “n-no, i’ve always been too scared” “do you trust me?” you glance back to punz “it’s completely up to you princess, we’re not going to force you” “what if it hurts?” “then we’ll stop. you’re the one in charge here angel, we won’t do anything without your consent” reaching down you stroke punz and align his cock with your cunt “i trust you both” you both gasp as you slide down onto him, his hands gripping onto your waist. “holy fucking shit-“ punz groans and sapnap reaches around to pinch your nipples “her tits are fucking perfect” you throw your head back as punz begins to thrust up into you, sapnaps hands continuing to tease your sensitive nipples. “fuck- ride me just like that sweetheart” you roll your hips, moaning punz’s name as you get lost in the pleasure. sapnap moves his fingers from your boobs to your mouth, groaning as you suck on his digits. after a few seconds he pulls them out, peppering kisses on your shoulder as he speaks “gonna make you feel so good, angel” punz changes his angle and grabs your neck, pulling your face down to meet his. your heart flutters at the intimacy, both of you holding eye contact “you’re so beautiful” before your lips meet. he moans into your mouth, slowing the pace of his thrusts to focus on deepening the kiss. you jump in surprise as you feel sapnaps hands at your ass, punz taking the opportunity to mouth at your neck. sap slowly pushes a finger into you, lubed up from your earlier sucking, “jesus, you’re so fucking tight” he spits on your asshole adding more wetness before pushing a second finger inside. the feeling of punz fucking your pussy and sapnap fingering your ass has you in a world of pleasure.
your hips unconsciously pushing back to meet his fingers. “fuck you’re sexy, you want my big cock in your ass?” “yes.. please sir” “you want me fucking your tight little hole?” he punctuates his words with a slap to your ass, squeezing and kneading with one hand as he continues to finger you with the other. you can feel yourself getting close to the edge again, sapnaps fingers withdrawing before you feel his cock pressing up against your ass. you groan as sap slowly pushes in, the intrusion making you clench around punz. he caresses your body reminding you to relax and breathe, you both moan as he pushes further and further into you, the pain being overpowered by pleasure as you lean forward to make out with punz. the absolute euphoria you feel as they both start to thrust in and out of you simultaneously has you clenching around both of their cocks. their moans and praises setting your skin on fire, punz reaching a hand between your legs to rub at your clit. sapnap barely making sense, a string of broken sentences and moans flowing from his lips “sgood, perfect- just for me” your climax hits you like a freight train, your eyes squeezed shut, your body feels like it’s vibrating. your orgasm sets off both boys cumming inside you as your holes spasm around them. when they eventually pull out, you all fall onto the couch, panting as you try to catch your breath. sapnap is the first to speak “your ex is a fucking idiot for letting you go” you can’t help but laugh, punz and sapnap joining in as you all snuggle into each other, a mess of arms and legs and love.
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He charged through the room. Fists balled up, neck veins bulging. He was pacing around. It was a real man tantrum and it was perfect. I walked in after him. “God are you ok? I can’t believe they would talk to you like that,” I said. He turned to me eyes wild. “Dude what the FUCK was that?! They’re gonna try and humiliate me? In front of the client I secured?! Nah man I’m trying not to lose it right now.” He said. It was hard not to laugh. He was nearly in tears because he was corrected by the owners of the company during a meeting. It was a full blown man tantrum, and it was making me hungry. “Even if they were right, they can’t treat you like that, and after you worked so hard…what can I do?” I was able to muster my most earnest voice. He had his face in his hands. “I just don’t know why know one respects what I do here,” he said. “Listen I see how hard you work, I appreciate it, you’re like a hero,” I said. If I weren’t laying a trap I would’ve thrown up. He giggled, “fuck off man.” I sat next to him. “No really you are, you put up with so much bull shit… I don’t know how you do it.” I said. “I don’t either man, one of these days I’m gonna walk outta here I swear.” He said, puffing out his chest. “Honestly they should be sucking your toes for all you do, if it was my company I would,” I said. “Dude… don’t be weird ok? I can’t take it right now,” he said. “I just wish men would treat you the way you deserve to be treated is all I’m saying,” I answered. We were in the end game now. “Listen thanks for talking to me I think- I mean I’m not trying to assume you’re hitting on me- I just I’m not really into guys, and gay whatever so you know I just wanna say that in case,” he said. Idiot. “What’s gay about getting your toes sucked?” I asked. “I don’t know, I was just saying, or maybe it is? I’ve never had someone do that, so—” he answered. Boom. Now he was mine. I was down on the floor like a cat. He was saying woah woah woah as I was pulling off a shoe. “You have beautiful feet,” I said. “Uhm dude this is crazy, like you gotta chill,” he was already turning red. I licked my lips and gave his big toe a gentle kiss. “See that’s not gay is it?” I said smoothly. “Brooo” he said quietly. I started to lick and kiss his foot. He moaned, by the time I was on the second toe I could see his massive hard-on. “This is fucking crazy man you really shouldn’t be doing that I’m just stressed you don’t have to do that for me I’m, I’m oh fuuuck it does feel good I can’t lie.” He was a mess. My mess. I stood and walked behind him, rested my head on his big shoulder and kissed his ear. I snaked my arms under his and rubbed his ever-growing hard on. He was groaning and mumbling a word that wasn’t quite stop. I reached down his pants I could feel his heart beat in his shaft. “You see this is the real problem, you don’t know what you need… you don’t know your body, you don’t even know what feels good. Do you?” I whispered. “I-I don’t oh my god, you are fucking crazy I swear. Please don’t stop,” he said as I started to stroke him. “You need this don’t you?” I asked. “Oh god yessss” he said. He was writhing in my arms. “It feels good when I’m in control doesn’t it?” I said as I started licking his neck. “Oh god yes! It feels so good,” he said. He was humping my hand. I made sure not to squeeze enough to really get him off. “You don’t have to decide, you don’t have to lead, free to just feel so good,” I said. “Yes I want to be free, Oh god please don’t stop,” he said. His breaths were getting ragged. “Sir…Oh Sir please don’t stop,” I corrected. “Yes Sir, please don’t stop Sir I need it please,” he said quickly. It was too easy. I stood up again letting go of his impressive meat, I took my shirt off and went back to his feet. He opened his mouth to plead, I held up my finger. “Shhh…we’ll get there but not so fast I’m in control right?” I said, getting back to his work on his big feet. “Yes Sir! You’re in control,” He said. “Gooood boy,” I whispered.
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