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god-complex-12 · 1 year

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Can i request, "No just...I can't believe you're wearing my clothes." And "You are my love" with Marc from Moonknight.

My Love

— Paring; Marc Spector x male reader. Fandom; Marvel/Moon Knight.

Prompt; “No, I just… I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.” & “You are my love.”

Description; Marc has no place to stay so he calls up the only person he truly trusts. Disclaimer; Reader and Marc are not dating. Talks of pain. Confession.

Word Count: 1.5k

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A/N: I changed my layout, is this better or worse? Also, I took the prompts and morphed it into a little confession story. Thank you for your request and thank you for using two of my prompts.

Y/N tiredly slumped in his office chair. His head and gaze descended to the side; looking out the floor to roof windows that took up the wall to his right. He mindlessly watched the birds flee from one rooftop to another. The sun was setting, so he couldn’t see too much. He purposely let his mind drift; trying to find any excuse to not do the pile of work on his wooden desk. His hand ached for a break, and he was gonna give it that.

Y/N zoned out at a nearby apartment balcony. The railing was laced with vines and various plants dripping down the side. A cat walked along the metal pole. He, from what he could see from the distance he was at, assumed it was a Japanese Bobtail.

Y/N’s attention was urged to his screaming phone on the desk. It rang throughout the quiet room; loudly vibrating against the desk. Y/N looked at the name: “Marcus”.

Y/N subconsciously smiled. His hand raced to the phone — answering it, and putting it to his ear. He straightened up his posture — his mood immediately brightened.

“Hey, Marcus. What do you need?” He asked cheerfully.

He heard a groan of annoyance on the other line. “It’s Marc. Not Marc as in short for Marcus: Marc as in just Marc. Stop calling me that.”

Y/N chuckled. “What do you need, Marc?” He corrected himself.

He heard the merc hesitate. “Would it be okay if I stayed at your place for tonight?” He asked.

Y/N hastily nodded. He felt stupid when he realized Marc couldn’t see him. “Yeah. I’m not home right now, but I will be. That pad code is 7294.” Y/N said.

“Thank you.” Marc thoughtfully spoke.

Y/N hummed in agreement. “Text me when you get there safe.”

“I will.” The call ended, and Y/N happily placed his phone back on his desk.

Y/N was more than motivated to get back to work now; wanting to get home as soon as possible. He wrote for another 40 minutes before the pain in his hand became unbearable. He made a notice of his leave before rushing out the building door.

—

Y/N entered his dimly lit home. The light from the lamp illuminated the main room; the yellow luminescence gave the room a warm feel. It was night time, but it wasn’t late.

“Marc?” Y/N called out. He was met with no response.

He stalked through the house, making his way to his cracked open door. He peeked into the room and saw Marc laying in his bed. Y/N pillow was enveloped in the merc’s arms. Y/N laughed quietly before heading off to the kitchen.

At the thought of food, Y/N’s stomach grumbled. He didn’t notice how hungry he actually was until now. He scourged through the cabinets for ingredients. He thought long and hard about what his guest would like. He didn’t want to cook a meal and Marc not like it.

He quickly decided, prepping the stove and utensils. He mindlessly began cooking. As he worked, he felt that growing pain circulate in his palm. He ignored it to the best of his abilities.

It took a surprisingly short amount of time for Y/N to finish cooking. He heard light footsteps behind him, and a quiet sigh.

“What’re you cooking?” The Chicago laced accent made Y/N smile.

“Hope you like hamburgers.” Y/N called out. “I don’t know what you like, so I chose a classic and hoped for the best.” He then turned to face Marc.

“Good strategy.”

Y/N’s eyes were widened in shock. He didn’t say anything, but his mouth slightly stuttered, opening and shutting in hesitation as he took in Marc’s appearance.

“What?” Marc asked the gawking man.

Y/N gestured to the man’s whole body. Marc instinctively looked at himself, and it all clicked. He was in Y/N’s clothes. Slight embarrassment flooded him as he stammered to explain himself.

“Oh, yeah, I really needed to take a shower and I didn’t have any clean clothes. I can take it off if you want.” Marc tried to reason.

“No, I just… I can’t believe you’re wearing my clothes.” Y/N said. An awkward silence enveloped the room. “Not- not in, like, a weird way, it’s just- I’m gonna shut up. What do you like on your burgers?”

“Whatever you have to offer.” Marc said hastily. He quickly sat at the kitchen island while Y/N went back to work.

When Y/N was finished, he slid both of their plates to where Marc was seated. Y/N cringed at the pain in his hand again.

“This is a big ass burger.” Marc said.

Y/N chuckled, getting both of them water. “I was hungry.” He explained. He picked up both of the glasses, and Y/N’s entire hand was overcome with pain. He dropped the glass in his dominant hand and then the class in his other to comfort his weeping hand. Both glasses shattered against the ground; shards and water painted the floor.

“Shit.” He cursed. “I’m so sorry.” He apologized

“Are you okay?” Marc asked, shooting up from his seat to assist the hurting man.

“Yeah, it’s my hand.” Y/N tried to explain.

Marc grabbed Y/N’s, hand pulling it closer to look at it. “Is it cramping?”

“Yeah, but it’s fine.” Y/N tried to take his hand back, but Marc’s hold stopped him.

“Let me help.” He began gently kneading the man’s palm.

Y/N got slightly lost in the sinsation. He wasn’t used to Marc being this close, let alone, touching him in such a caring way. He memorized the feeling. His hands were comfortingly warm but rough. His hands have been worn down.

“How does that feel?” Y/N didn’t comprehend the words. His mind was focused on the two hands clasped around his.

“Y/N?” Y/N met Marc’s eyes. He said nothing. His gaze was soft and thoughtless.

Marc’s held confusion and comfort, wondering why there wasn’t a single thought behind the man’s eyes. Marc’s hands stopped, now only holding the other’s hand. “Is your hand feeling better?”

Y/N snapped out whatever trance had a grasp on his conscience, and frantically nodded his head. “Yes, yeah. Thank you.” He pulled his hand away, stretching his hand for any pain. “That’s great. Painless. No pain. Awesome. Thank you.” He nervously rambled.

Y/N looked at the mess at his feet. “I’ll clean this up and get you a new glass.”

“I can get the drinks.” He followed where he had watched Y/N get the drinks.

“Thank you.” Y/N awkwardly mumbled as he scurried off to get the broom.

Marc carefully prepared the drinks while Y/N cleaned up his mess. He threw away all the broken pieces and sat down next to Marc.

“So why did you choose me?” Y/N asked.

“Hm?”

“Like why did you choose to stay with me? Why not a lover?”

“A lover?” Marc questioned.

“Yeah. Don’t you have a lover?”

“Y/N, you are my love. You’re everything I got. I needed a place to stay, I can’t go home just yet.” Marc explained.

“I’m sorry. What was that first part?” Y/N questioned.

“‘You are my love’?”

Y/N grinned. “Marcus, you dog. Are you confessing to me?”

Marc gave Y/N a shocked look. “I thought I made it obvious! I don’t just massage random people’s hands.”

“You’re not very good at showing it. Marc, you do realize, you’re a very closed off person. Via physical and mental emotions. It’s hard for people to read you, which, granted, could be a good thing if I were your enemy.” Y/N said with a chuckle.

Marc chuckled along with him. “Yeah. I guess, I didn’t think about that.” Marc stopped for a moment. “So did I just out myself?”

“Yeah, a little bit, but that's okay because, in the great words of you, ‘you are my love’ too.” Y/N said. “I don’t just let any random person massage my hand.” He joked.

Marc chuckled. “Well, what does that make of us?”

“How about we go on a few dates and then we decide?”

Marc nodded. “Can this be the first one?”

“If you want.”

“Do you think we could end this date with a kiss?”

Y/N chuckled. “I’ve never seen you act like this.”

“Is that a ‘no’?”

Y/N’s hand grabbed the side of Marc’s neck, making him look at him. Y/N shook his head before pulling Marc for a kiss.

“I could never say ‘no’ to that.”

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deadqueerboys · 1 year

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Steven: Some people might say that hanging out with an assassin can be bad for your health..

M/n: ...

Steven: Not me, of course, I think your relationship with Marc and Jake is beautiful.

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 2 years

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Marc spector x Avatar!male reader

A time for everything

Warning: smut (hardcore obviously)

Here is the request

(Requests are open btw)

I don't really know anything about the God mentioned above, and I think it is an egyptian God. So I'm winging it cause I want to stay with the egyptian theme.

I don't really know if I followed the request.

And I have no idea what happened on the second half of this story.

I didn't really proofread this, it was just too long and I have 4 drafts rn. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy it.

Seeing the moon cover the sun, I knew something was up. Searching for Khonshu wasn't really a hassle surprisingly, given we just happened to be in the same place at the same time.

"You know you should really not do that."

I spoke, seeing Khonshu and a male beside him turn their attention on me. As Khonshu explained to the male how the meeting will work.

"And you should not be here, state your purpose."

Khonshu spoke as I eye the male beside him with eyes that simply spoke of lust. of sex.

"Can't a person be curious as to why the moon covered the sun so suddenly?"

I say not being able to take my eyes of the handsome male beside him.

"Who are you? And will you stop staring at me like you just want to jump on me?"

"Can't blame me, I mean, have you seen yourself? You're just sex on legs."

I say now feeling something down there.

"That is y/n l/n, the avatar of Min, the God of love and sex. It is only normal for him to be like that."

The wall beside them opened up to a room after Khonshu introduced me.

———

After the meeting, everyone begun to leave apart from the woman who I spoke to earlier, telling me about the map to Ammit's tomb.

After exiting the pyramid as I learned from Steven, I made my way towards the hotel room I was staying at, on my way to the hotel I get a glimpse of y/n, looking at me with mischevious eyes, almost teasing me, telling me he knew something I didn't.

After deciding for a bit, I began to make my way to him, but half way there he began to walk away, making me chase him for a bit.

After a bit of walking I see him again standing in on the way. This time tho, he did not move an inch as I got closer.

"Something tells me, you know something. Spill it."

"Why would I share something with a complete stranger."

He says with a glint of mischief in his eyes. As I also remember not introducing myself in our first encounter before the meeting.

"Fine, I'm Marc. Now spill it, I don't have time for this."

"Then why come here if you don't have the time for it?"

He says with a cocky tone looking at me straight in the eyes with a smirk playing on his lips. Looking at his lips, I didn't notice the lollipop he had in his mouth. Moving the candy around his mouth, his lips more red than what would be considered normal.

"Listen, you will tell me what you Know about Ammit's tomb and you will tell me now."

I say grabbing him the the shoulder to pin him on a nearby wall, putting both the hands on the wall beside his head caging him in a way.

"Hot and kinky, just my type."

He says with now having a smirk on his face. Looking at him, more closely trying to read him. But after a few seconds I give up, seeing no holes in his facade. But instead now realizing how mesmerizing his eyes are just the perfect shade of e/c to make you feel at home, and lips that look so soft, moist and plump, like a ripe cherry just waiting to be plucked and eaten.

"Hold on there, Romeo. Take me out to dinner first."

Pushing my chest away. I didn't even realize I was leaning in.

"Just tell me what you know, and I'll give you what you want."

I say in a low, raspy and gravelly voice while leaning to his left ear, biting in gently. Hearing him moan, I start to smile.

"Like I said before, t-take me to d-dinner first. I'm n-not that easy t-t-to b-bribe."

He says in a whisper and moaning, seeing as I move down to his neck now, giving it kisses and sucking a few hickeys.

"We both know you don't want that."

After I said that, he pushed me away.

"I'm not that easy to get, try harder, moon boy."

He says walking Way.

"If I catch you again, pray to the Gods you will still have the ability to walk when I'm done with you."

I say under my breathe with a smirk.

———

Having gotten away from Marc. I pull out my phone out of my pocket to see if he really did give me a hickey.

"That bastard."

I say smiling to myself.

"Looks like someone got a hold of you."

I hear Min say beside me.

"Ow shut up, if anything, I have him wrapped around my finger."

I say avoiding eye contact.

"Huh, yea, sure whatever helps you sleep."

——————

Walking a bit more outside buying stuff, I see Marc again but this time with a woman beside him. Tanned like him, curly black hair. I wanted to go and be a diva and dive right between them. But I also want to know what will happen next.

After a while, I see the woman getting progressively upset with Marc.

"Poor girl, probably has a lot of problems with him."

I say taking a sip of the juice I just bought while watching what happens, although I cannot hear them... I'm not that good at reading lips either.

"Well that was useless, but at least I saw some drama."

Watching a bit more, and drinking my juice and eating some snacks that I brought along, I see the woman's gaze turn to me.

"Ow fuck."

I say choking on my drink and leaning forward a bit trying to hard at least a little bit of my face.

Coming back up, I now notice that both Marc and the woman were looking at me. I booked it.

"Ow shit, I should really stop watching tea out in the open. I should at least hide."

I kept running, not knowing where until I remember my hotel room, which just so conveniently be located b3side Marc's room.

I stopped running and started walking trying to catch my breathe, the food I had moments ago was dropped, and the plastic of juice now empty.

Looking back I see that no one is actually on my ass. Breathing sigh of relief, I begin walking back to the hotel, to take a shower and change.

Turning a corner I bumped into something hard. I look up seeing unsurprisingly, Marc, looking down at me with a cap on his head.

"You look like a baseball dad."

"What do yo-"

"That won't work again, prince charming.

I cut him off as his grabbed both my should pushing me against a wall. Pushing him back so I can get off the wall.

"If you want to know what I know, you need to understand why I'm the avatar of Min."

I whisper just inches away from his lips.

"Until then, ta ta."

I say in a flirty tone, walking away back to my hotel room.

———

I decide to follow y/n to wherever he's going, after a few minutes of following him I notice he went into the same hotel I'm staying at. Entering the hotel lobby looking for him, I see him going to the elevator, I run for it.

———

Going inside the elevator, I feel a sudden push behind me pushing me inside the elevator.

"Hey, what the fu-"

I said looking up and stopping in the middle of my sentence.

"You really like me don't you?"

I say with a smirk staring right into Marc's eyes. Still sitting on the floor. Seeing Marc press the close door button and then floor where our rooms are in, he walks closer to me, slowly.

"You really like to play hard to get don't you?"

He says, crouching down to where I am seated.

"That's my trademark."

I say smirking at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes.

"I will give you want you want, and in return you give me what I want. Deal?"

He says looking at my lips.

"Of course."

After saying those words we hear a ding indicating we are at the floor where our room are. Marc pull me up and takes my hand, dragging me to his room.

"You like it rough don't you?"

I say commenting on the grip he had on my wrist.

"Just shut up."

He says as we arrive in front of his room, he pulls out his key out of his pocket and unlock the door.

As soon as the door closes, he pins me to it, kissing me, holding both my hands he brings it above me, pinning both my hands with his left hand, whole the other hand roams around my sides.

"Do I get a safe word?"

I said smiling.

"No."

I was surprised at his answer, but I did not have the time to fully understand his answer.

Taking his hands he carries me to his bed, taking of his jacket and shirt. Going back for a kiss, a rough kiss filled with lust. Like he hadn't had sex in a while. He probes his tounge between my lips, wanting access. I refused. But I guess he didn't like that, using both hands he grabs my hips hard almost like he wants to crush my bones, can't help myself but moan. He takes the chance with vigor he plunges his tounge inside my mouth, tounge exploring every inch, every crevice like he's looking for gold, my hands roaming his toned body, feeling his six-pack, squeezing his huge biceps. I begin to choke needing air. And apparently he did as well seeing as he pulled back looking straight into my eyes, both of us breathing heavily from the kiss, lips shining with spit.

Pulling back he sits beside me, looking at me expecting me to do something, I look at him in confusion.

"Get naked."

He says with a rasp in his voice and a commanding tone. Hearing those words come out of his mouth, I felt compelled to follow. Taking off every article of clothing on my body as fast as possible, with him watching me moving fast.

"Someone's desperate."

He says pushing me down again with force. Taking of his pants and boxers. Just now seeing how big he really is.

"How is that going to fit??"

I say, concern laced in my voice. Seeing his cock, a good 11 inches and as thick as a can of coke.

"Don't worry about it, I'll make it work."

He says spreading my legs.

"You're not going dry are you?"

I say nervousness imminent in my tone.

"I have humility, don't worry."

He says, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer.

"Looks like I'm out, if you don't want this to go in dry, you better lube it up, and lube it up fast."

He says looking at me with a smirk, throwing away the empty bottle.

Without even hesitation, I sit up, ready to suck him.

"I wanna get comfortable first."

He says pushing me back and laying beside my.

"Go on, boy. Don't be shy."

He asys as he got settled head on two pillow elevating his head enough to allow him to look at me.

Without being told twice, I dove back in, not even hesitating to deep throat him.

"Holy shit, you are do desperate for some good dick. Aren't you?"

He says now hands on my head, keeping me from pulling back, I start to gag. Trying to pull back, he lets go.

"You better hurry up, I need something tighter than that throat."

He says getting a hold of my head pushing me back to his dick. Instead of going a deep throat, I decide to savour it. Licking his cock like a lollipop, licking the slit, tadting his salty precum, he groans throwing his head back. Now gently moving my head up and down. Sucking the head the hardest, knowing it's the most sensitive part. My hands begin to roam his body, I keep sucking his cock like it's the best lollipop in the word.

"If you want it inside you, sit on it. Ride me."

He says pulling me back bringing my face close to his, kissing me roughly.

Without hesitation, I immediately lined up his cock with my hole, slowly going down until I got the head in. He decided to make it go faster. pulling me down ad thrusting up at the same time, making me moan, in pain.

"You better shut up or I won't let you cum. The neighbours will hear us. Do you want the neighbours to know how much of a slut you are?"

Hearing him say those words, I wanted to answer him, but he began to move inside me, making me go dumb on his cock.

"Answer me."

He says thrusting up to me harshly.

"Y-y-yes. Fuck yes."

"Good boy."

He says pulling me down to nibble on my ear and marking my neck with hickeys.

Letting me go, I sit straight on his hips with his cock inside me.

"Ride me."

He says in a low tone, sending shivers throughout my body. I begin to ride him like car on a bumpy road,with his hands squeezing my hips hard.

"Fuck, you're so good at this."

He says in a breathy voice.

He turn us around, with me now laying on the bed and him kneeling between my legs, cock still inside my hole.

"I will fucking you until you forget your name."

True to his words, he began to pick up his pace, both of us starting to gasp for air, with his relentless assault on my prostate. I cum without warning, and he was not happy about this.

"No one said you could cum. Why did you cum?"

"I-i-it was just t-to much."

I whine, now tears going down my cheeks. He takes on of his hands and places it on my cheek.

"You brought this to yourself, don't you fucking cry."

He says in a frustrated voice a bit out of breath still not stopping with fucking me. Determined to make my forget my name and most likely everything I know.

"You don't cum until I say you can, understood? Remember you are nothing, nut a fuck toy for me to use, a dumpster to dump my cum in."

He whisper in my ear, I can hear him breathing heavily, I can't say words at this point, only moans and the occasional 'fuck'.

"I- I need to come. P-pl-please, D-d-d-daddy."

My voice breaking off with how hard he is thrusting into me, shaking my whole being.

"If you come right now you won't like what will happen."

He says still going on with his relentless abuse on my prostate, now very sweaty, feeling his sweat drip on me.

I bring my hands onto his back clawing at it, my slipping on due to his sweat. I keep clawing and clawing until I hear him hiss in pain, falling on top of me, causing him to pause for a bit. Hearing him breath heavily against my neck my hands now on the back of his head, pulling him up for a rough kiss, he bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, he plunges his tounge inside my mouth again, starting to move his hips again within seconds he's back to his previous pace, I can't help but pull him down even more, his tounge playing with mine.

Not being able to hold it back anymore, I reach my climax once more, fortunately at the same time as his hearing him moan in pleasure, my ass tighten around him, milking him, feeling him paint my walls white feeling his warm cum, dripping down out my hole with how much he came. Pulling back.

"You cam again, without permission. You really should start listening to people."

"Please, why should I-"

I got cut off by him giving a hard slap on my ass cheek making me scream in pain.

"What was that?"

He says with a cocky tone still trying to recover his breath, cock still inside me. I feel him get hard again.

"Please, it hurts."

I plead with him, feeling him move again.

"You're my cum dump, I do what I want with you."

He says biting my neck hard.

"You better pray to the Gods you won't be paralyzed on the waist down when I'm done with you."

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in-a-nook-with-a-notebook · 1 year

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Recon | 21st Time’s The Charm

Franchise: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (reader’s pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 2447(ish)

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of blood

Series Summary: You met Poe Dameron on twenty separate random occasions before you even remotely considered joining him in any sort of way, as part of the Resistance or otherwise. And while a lot happened in those twenty times, nothing really happened until the twenty-first…

Chapter Summary: During a reconnaissance run for the Resistance, Poe catches up with an old friend: you. And you’re a little worse for wear.

A/N: I’ve risen from the dead with a new entry, I know I haven’t updated in months.

Y/N = your name // Y/N/N = your nickname // E/C = eye colour // H/C = hair colour

Series Masterlist // Prologue // Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

[Poe’s POV]

If memory serves, and it always does, I’m on Corellia when I find Y/N for the seventh time. I’m part of a standard reconnaissance run for the Resistance when I spot Y/N’s ship for the first time in months, since he left Coruscant.

“There’s no way...” I murmur.

“Poe, unless you have eyes on the mission objective, I need you to focus,” Temmin says over the comms.

“I know, I know, I just...”

“Poe.”

“Sorry. I’m focusing.” I look away from the familiar ship and bring my mind back to the mission. What I don’t realize is that the guy I recognized had recognized me as well. As I turn away to move on, Y/N looks up.

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The rest of the Black Squadron and I blend in with the crowd in Diadem Square, watching out for the targets of the recon mission. Just a simple, get in, get information and get out. Except it doesn’t end up being that simple. Not for me, anyway.

As I turn a corner to get closer to our target building, a pair of strong hands drag me into the neighbouring alley. I get pushed into the shadows and – surprisingly – lightly pinned to the wall. When I catch a glimpse of my assailant, I relax into his grip.

“Look who’s returning the favour,” I say with a smirk. “Told you we’d meet again.”

“What the hell are you doing here, Poe?” Y/N demands in a whisper, as though worried someone would overhear.

“Poe, where’d you go?” Temmin asks worriedly over comms.

“Does anyone have eyes on Black Leader?” Jessika inquires softly, a nervous edge in her voice. “Where the hell is he?”

“Guys, I’m fine. Just give me a second,” I mutter.

“You’re here with people?” Y/N asks.

“Yes, I’m here with my squadron. Reconnaissance mission for the Resistance, nothing major. Where have you been?”

“Where have I been? I’ve been avoiding your people; I don’t want my parents getting to the Resistance.”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” I say softly.

“I told you, Poe, I can’t let you get hurt because of me.”

I roll my eyes, shrugging Y/N’s hand away. “I can defend myself, we both know that. Quite frankly, I don’t give a damn about your parents! I want to be able to talk to you and see you on a regular basis. If your parents find us, so what? We can both fight. We’ll fight together.”

“We can’t have this conversation right now, I need to get out of here.”

“Come with us,” I say quickly. Y/N blinks. He blinks again. “You know you want to. We need you, Y/N. You can help us take down your parents.”

“I’m taking down their operation just fine on my own, Dameron.”

“You don’t have to do it on your own,” I reply, a hint of desperation in my tone. “How many times am I going to tell you that?”

“Being around me puts you in danger,” Y/N says firmly. “My parents have probably already started to catch on to me, I can feel it. If you’re with me and I’m attacked or found... I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”

“Poe, who the fuck are you talking to?” Temmin asks.

Jessika gasps. “Wait, did I hear you say Y/N? As in the Y/N, the one you never shut up about?”

“I am this close to taking my comm out if you don’t shut up for a minute, you two,” I grumble, looking at the sky above Y/N.

“So, you’re not following me,” Y/N says warily.

“No, I’m not following you. As much as I wish we could stick together, no, I’m not following you,” I murmur.

Y/N’s eyes flicker from my gaze to my lips, then back again. “I’m sorry for pulling you from your mission. You have a job to do.”

“We don’t have to split up.”

“It’s for the best,” Y/N says, but his voice is strained, like it hurts for him to admit. He inhales deeply. “You’re safer when you’re not around me. I have to go.”

“Commander Dameron?” Jessika asks. However, this time, she’s not speaking over the comm system. She’s at the opening of the alley with Temmin. “Is that you?”

“I’m here, Jess. I’m fine.”

Y/N and I step out of the shadows, and I can finally get a good look at him. He has a cut through the symbol on his cheek that’s had no medical attention. The arm that he was using to pin me to the wall hangs at his side unmoving – possibly broken. His shirt is ripped in a few places. There’s a bandana tied tightly around his bicep, stained with blood. His hair is a mess, as usual, but somehow even messier. Dirt and blood are visible around his hairline. He’s favouring his left leg as well.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I ask immediately.

“I’m fine, Poe.”

“You most certainly are not. You are in desperate need of medical attention.”

“Poe, I said I’m fine,” Y/N says forcefully. He tries to put pressure on his favoured leg, winces, and continues to stand on a lean. “You have work to do, and I have work to do. This is where we part ways again.”

“Any friend of Poe’s is a friend of ours,” Temmin states. “And we don’t leave friends injured.”

“You don’t even know me.”

Temmin shrugs. “I know you enough. Poe never shuts up about you.”

“Oh my god,” I mutter to myself.

“Don’t waste your resources on me,” Y/N says, his voice wavering a little.

“It’s not a waste,” Temmin insists. “Look, I get that you don’t seem to want to be here. Lemme make you a deal. You let us patch you up and help you clean up a bit, and we’ll let you on your way. No obligations, no strings attached. Just some medical attention, maybe a shower and a change of clothes. That’s all.”

Y/N cautiously looks from Temmin to Jessika to me, then back again.

“You won’t make me join you?”

“I swear. We swear.”

He hesitates again, rolling his shoulder a little. “Fine. Just a patch up.”

“Poe, take him back to the ship,” Temmin says. “We can take the recon from here, just worry about your friend.”

I frown. “You sure?”

“He knows you better than he knows us, and you know him better than we do. He trusts you. Plus, you do have medic training. We’ll take care of the mission, it’s alright.”

I glance at Y/N, and he nods. “Okay,” I say. “Alright. I’ll catch up with you guys later. Keep me updated.”

“Yes, sir,” Jessika says jokingly.

The four of us leave the alley, splitting off in our own directions; Temmin to his section of the square, Jessika to hers, and Y/N and I towards the ship.

“Sir?” Y/N asks, awe evident in his voice. “They call you sir?”

“You don’t need to sound so surprised, Y/N/N.”

“And since when do you have medic training?”

“Since it was a requirement. Everyone goes through medic training for the Resistance, it’s important that we know how to patch ourselves up. Well, ourselves and others, of course.”

“I don’t know if I trust your hands around me after remembering how many simulators you’d crash at the Edge.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Thanks.” Y/N sucks in a breath when he accidentally puts too much pressure on his bad leg. I glance at him in alarm, and he shakes his head. “It’s fine.”

“I doubt it.”

Y/N scoffs.

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We reach the ship and Y/N opts to shower before I deal with his injuries. If I remember correctly, he’s about my size, so I lay out some of my clothes for him to replace his old ones.

I’m thankful that our ship has the space it does. Enough bunks for the squadron, plus a full bathroom. We’re pretty far away from our base on the Outer Rim, so we need facilities like these. It’s easier and safer to stay on the ship than to find another place to stay or to camp out.

My mind wanders to Y/N and what he could be up to that got him so hurt. I didn’t think that much could happen to him while I lost track of him, but here we are. I don’t like seeing him hurt, I never have. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if he’s any more injured than he is right now. I wish he’d just join the Resistance. Maybe then I could protect him. Not that he needs protecting, he can fight for himself and defend himself just fine. I don’t doubt that. Maybe I just-

The water of the shower turns off, pulling me from my thoughts. The next thing I know, Y/N steps out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his torso still dripping from the shower. My eyes widen for a second before lowering to the floor, hoping he didn’t see me blushing.

Wordlessly, I pass him the pile of my clothes. “You can change in here, I’ll close the door. Leave it open when you’re done and I’ll come back in. I have to go find the medical kit anyway.

“Poe, wait,” Y/N murmurs, grabbing my wrist as I move to leave the room. I look back at him, trying to force my eyes not to wander lower than his gaze. I swallow thickly. “Are you blushing?”

“I- um, no. No. Why would I- no.”

“Poe.”

“I’m- I’m not!”

Y/N grins. “You face says differently, but okay.” He lets go of my wrist and I let my arm drop. “I’ll just be a minute.”

“Take your time,” I say softly. I hesitate, holding his gaze, then turn around and leave the bunk room, closing the door behind me.

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When I come back, Y/N’s hair is still damp from the shower, but he’s dressed. His towel is hanging on the hook by the bathroom and he’s sitting on the bottom bunk – my bunk, actually – with his good leg folded under him.

I stand in the doorway for a moment, until he looks up at me.

“Hey there, doc. Gonna patch me up?”

I chuckle. “Obviously.” He readjusts himself on the bunk to give me space and I carefully sit down next to him. “What hurts the most?”

“Probably the gunshot wound.”

“You were shot?”

“No, I was stabbed with a blaster.”

“Glad to see your sarcasm is still intact, no matter how hurt you get,” I say with a laugh. “Where’s the shot?”

Y/N untucks his shirt – well, my shirt – with the hand of his good arm and unbuttons it. He moves part of the shirt aside to show where he was hit. The heat of the blaster shot cauterized the edges of it a little but it’s starting to bleed a little again. It looks like it could be getting infected.

I whistle, getting a pad of hydrogen peroxide ready to clean it. “Damn. How’d you manage this?”

“Trying to disable my parents’ organization gets pretty messy.” Y/N winces when I dab at the wound.

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he murmurs. He steadies his breathing as I clean up his side, bandaging it to keep it from getting infected.

“How’s that arm of yours doing?” I mutter, mostly to myself. Without saying anything, he carefully pulls his arm out of the sleeve. “Tell me where it hurts, okay?” I say softly. Y/N nods.

I start at his fingers, moving them each a little bit. He doesn’t react. I move to his wrist, and he winces a little when I roll it. “Possible sprain,” I whisper. I keep poking and prodding my way up his arm until I reach a point between his elbow and his shoulder. He gasps in pain, sucking in a breath through his teeth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Y/N groans.

“I think it’s broken.”

“Broken?” Y/N exclaims. “It can’t be broken, not now! I’ve got too much shit to do, it can’t be broken!”

“Y/N/N, it’s broken,” I say seriously. He groans in frustration. “Listen, if you don’t take care of it, it’ll only get worse.”

“What’s worse than this?”

“A permanently broken arm,” I say pointedly. He scowls at me. “I’m sorry, but it’s true. If I don’t help you take care of it now, it’s not going to get better.”

Y/N huffs, rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand. “Fine. Just... please tell me I’m not gonna need a cast sort of thing.”

“You got lucky. If I gave you a cast where it is, I’d have to cast your entire arm.”

“So, what’s your diagnosis, doc?” Y/N teases.

I turn away to dig for supplies in order to hide how my face went red. “I think I can give you a brace. Might be best to brace your whole arm because I think your wrist might be sprained too.”

“Dammit. Fine, whatever gets me back into commission.”

“Y/N,” I say seriously. “You need rest.”

“I’ll be fine, I need to deal with my parents’ mess.”

“You, aren’t, listening, to me.” I stare at his E/C eyes, trying to force him to focus on me. Some of his H/C hair falls in his face as he turns his head to really look at me. “Y/N, you really need to rest and take care of yourself. I mean it. Okay?”

“Poe…”

“You aren’t getting rid of me and my worries for you. You’re stuck with me. I’m not letting the person I care about most let himself get hurt more. I need you to listen to me. Please.”

Y/N holds my gaze, and he almost looks a little alarmed. “Why are you so worried about me? I was fine when we parted ways on Coruscant. I’m still fine.”

“Maybe I’m not, then.”

He frowns. “What’s that mean?”

“I mean, I can never see you anymore and I hate it, okay? You’re out there, fuck knows where I’m the galaxy doing fuck knows what, and I can’t help you. I can’t talk to you. I never know what’s going to happen to you and I hate it.”

“Being around me is trouble for you.”

“My entire life is trouble for me,” I say through a humourless laugh. “I’m with the Resistance, for fucks sake. You can’t get rid of me, Y/N/N.”

“I’m not trying to get rid of you, Poe, I’m trying to protect you!”

Y/N moves to stand up but collapses back on the bunk in pain, gripping his leg and groaning. “Fucking shit…”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about.”

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buckyshusband0 · 2 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴏʀ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ

✦ Failed Attempts

✦ You Make Me Feel Special

✦ Special Night w/ Peter Parker

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odetodilfs · 5 months

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Looking for release

Pairing: dbf!Santiago García x sub!top!male reader

CWs: Reader is anywhere from 19 to his early twenties, age gap, underwear sniffing, slight scent kink, Santi has a hairy ass, praising, rimming, creampie.

Description: With guests at your house using your room and the couch being repaired, you have no option but to stay in your dad's hot best friend Santi's house. When he leaves the house shortly, you start exploring the place and make an awesome discovery...

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Your parents had dropped you off at your dad’s best friend Santiago’s house, you had guests coming over and they were too many for the guest room, so they had to use your room as well, and your couch was being repaired, leaving you no option but to go to Santi’s house. It wasn’t like you minded though… Santi was eye candy to look at, he had salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes, plump lips and a pretty good physique for someone in their 40s, and you’d also seen he had a happy trail from when he and your dad bathed in the pool together. So a week with your dad’s hot best friend definitely wasn’t one of your complaints.

When you arrived at his apartment he was outside waiting for you already. “What’s up, boy?” he asked, hugging you. Boy… him calling you that was so hot. “Here, I got your room ready” he said while he smiled and helped you haul your stuff to what would be your room for the next week. “Do you need help here or can you do it yourself?” he asked, looking sexy as hell, like always. You spent the next 20 minutes organizing your clothes and plugging your chargers, etc. When you finished, Santi walked back into the room, “Hey, I’m just gonna go to the store for some bread cause I forgot we ran out, I’ll be back soon” he waved goodbye and left, leaving you alone in Santi’s house.

You roamed around his house, it was a well decorated one, unusual for a guy like him, the table was nicely set out and his couch was extremely comfortable to sit in. His kitchen was pretty organized aside from a few plates that needed washing, and the place had great lighting too. You looked at the pictures on his wall, some were just paintings and some were of him and his friends, they all looked attractive, just like Santi. As you kept exploring the house you eventually walked into his room… it was what you’d expect from a bedroom.. a bed, some clothes laying around and a work desk. You were in this extremely hot man’s room… you realized as you felt something stir in your pants. And in one corner of the room, right next to his bathroom door, there was a dirty laundry basket… you wouldn’t… right?

But your mind was pretty much clouded with the fact that those clothes were Santi’s dirty clothes… you opened the basket and looked inside… as if the gods knew what you wanted, you found Santi’s boxers… you wouldn’t.. right? Right?

Moments later you were walking back to your room, his boxers in your hands as you laid on the bed and… sniffed them. They smelt manly, it was clear he’d used these as the scent went into your nostrils and god did you enjoy it. You freed your rock hard cock and started to stroke it, desperate to cum… the effect his clothes were having on you… you needed this man carnally. You held the underwear to your nose and sniffed as you jerked off. It must have been 10 minutes that you were doing this until someone’s voice snapped you out of your horny frenzy, it was Santi. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, you thought this was it.. but he didn’t seem particularly angry, he seemed pretty chill for someone who’d just seen his best friend’s son sniff his dirty underwear… “is that my underwear, y/n?” he asked, with a slight smug. You realized there was no way out but to tell the truth.

“Y-yes…” you stuttered… your cheeks were boiling hot due to embarrassment and shame, “Tell me, y/n.. do you find me attractive?” he asked you, raising his eyebrow, but once again, he didn’t look nor seem mad.. you decided to confess, “Fine, yes I do.. since forever.. and I was just exploring the h-” you started “It’s okay.. can’t say I’d resist either if I found yours” he smirked lustfully, you couldn’t believe it.. your dad’s friend who you’d found incredibly hot for ages just said he couldn’t resist smelling your undies if he found them… so.. he basically just said he found you hot too..

“So… you’re looking for a release… I can give that to you…” he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh, close to your hard cock, “But you have to work for it” he smirked, you wondered what he meant “What do I have to do?” you asked curiously, “Ever heard about rimming, boy?” he asked, god, the way he called you “boy” was so fucking hot. “Yeah” you replied, figuring out what he wanted, and you definitely weren’t gonna say no. “How ‘bout you eat my ass for a while?” he kept smug as he took off his pants and underwear, showing you his hole, spreading his legs. It was dark pink and his cheeks had some hair… it was driving you crazy. You nervously got between his legs and looked up at him, “Go on boy… feast on it..” he said as you pressed your tongue to his hole.

His ass tasted sweet and slightly musky, but it was incredible to you. You couldn't believe what you were doing… eating your dad’s best friend ass… but you definitely weren’t gonna stop now, you fucking loved it. You’d never done this before, but somehow your eagerness made up for the lack of experience, “Oh fuck- you’re good at this..” he mouthed as you hungrily ate him out, desperate to please him. “Such a dirty boy, aren’t you? Sniffing my underwear.. you really love scents, huh?” he asked, taking his shirt off as well, “I’ll show you scents later if you’re good~” he smirked, you nodded aggressively and whimpered as you ate his ass. God, he tasted so addictive.

You gently placed your hand on his asscheeks, wanting to feel his round ass but not acting too quickly either, “It’s okay boy.. touch it, indulge yourself..” he groaned, you grabbed his asscheek hard as well as his thigh as his taste spurred you on further. By now, you were licking inside him, having loosened that tight ring of muscle enough. “You can lick more places, boy..” he suggested, making you switch from his ass to his balls, they smelled like his underwear, but much, much stronger, not that you minded though. You licked and worshiped his balls for a while like you did with his ass while he complimented you with names such as “good boy”. You switched back to his hole and you were starting to get completely ass drunk. Your long forgotten cock was standing hard and leaking, you were so aroused it was almost overwhelming.

Suddenly, Santiago told you to get on the bed. You followed his orders of course, “You’ve been a very good boy for me, amor..” he said, that sexy smug on his face as he showed you his hole, “you can put it inside” he said, your mind went into overdrive, your cock was gonna be in Santi’s ass! “It’s big..” he said as he said “gonna enjoy making it mine..” he said with a smirk, the prospect of your cock being made into Santi’s toy for his pleasure was a synonym of heaven for you. He gave you some lube and you put it on your cock, it felt heavenly as you put it inside him, he was so tight and his hole had a vice grip on your cock. “F-fuck-” you had to moan, “Tight hm? Probably the tightest one you’ve had…” he smirked as he stroked himself. You slowly sank into him, inch by inch until you were finally balls deep inside him, you started to gasp in pleasure, you really wanted to start thrusting, but you knew better than that, you could tell Santi liked ordering you around.

It was a full minute before Santi told you to start thrusting.. and when you did, you could feel butterflies in your stomach, he was gripping your cock so hard inside him, you were worried that it was even gonna get squashed. “Holy fuck- Santi-” you weren’t sure if you’d last long, Santi’s hole was sucking you into him, almost trying to jerk you off, you grabbed his ass and buried your face in his neck, you immediately the smell of his cologne and his natural smell. God, he smelt so manly, so potent, so powerful, you felt the need to please him, that you needed to impress him in some way. You were so hypnotized with him that you completely forgot you were thrusting into him, “Just like that- good boy~" he moaned, “you’ve got a pretty big dick- feels good-” that compliment sent shockwaves down your body, this man who had a chokehold on you was saying you were doing a good job, you had to resist cumming.

You sped up, still careful and trying to last long enough to make Santi cum at least once, and there was the cocky son of a bitch, in absolute bliss, with no worries and dominating you without having to lift a single finger, while you were over here struggling to not cum. You needed to step up your game to make him actually moan loudly, so you sped up a little more, angled your dick just to the right angle towards his prostate and wrapped your hand around his thick, hard cock, “Fuck yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about..” he said, as the sound of slapping skin started to identify. However, the tables definitely hadn’t turned, you were still trying to impress Santi and his pleasure was still the priority.

The next 15 minutes were absolute bliss, you were definitely achieving your goal to impress Santi, the man was now moaning and praising you non-stop. However, your uphill battle with your orgasm eventually caught up to you. “Fuck- Santi- I’m gonna-” you were desperate, you didn’t know where he was gonna let you cum “No worries boy, just cum inside” he replied with a smirk, those words tipped you over the edge as you splattered a huge load in his hole, still thrusting. “Fucking Christ-” Santi cursed as he too finally reached his release, spewing his orgasm all over himself.

You buried your face in his neck and stayed there for.. 15? 20 minutes? You didn’t know, all you knew was that you had just had the best orgasm in your life with the hottest man you’d ever seen. “You want anything?” he asked you, you realized you were thirsty as hell, “Some water?” you asked.

“Okay, I’ll be back with it then,” he said as he stood up “Don’t clean up by the way, we’ve still got to do a lot more…”.

#santiago garcia #santiago garcia x male reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac x male reader #top male reader #x male reader #dbf!santi

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topmalereaderblog · 8 months

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Mature Rant ⚠️ //

I have the urge to breed and impregnate a lot of men right now like just imagine having Oscar Isaac or Pedro Pascal leaking with cum cause they were horny from their hormones because they're pregnant with your kids and him constantly wanting to ride you.

#top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader insert #male reader smut #x male reader #x male reader smut #oscar isaac x male reader #oscar isaac x top male reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x top male reader

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moonknightyws · 2 years

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he's so adorable

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xuzuitengenx · 10 months

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Quick thought but—I have an idea for a Moon Knight fanfic 👀 (Feat. Moonboys)

#x male reader #dom male reader #male reader #mature #seme male reader #top male reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x male reader #moon knight #moon knight x male reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x male reader #marc spector x male reader #jake lockley x male reader #moon boys #moon knight fanfic

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god-complex-12 · 6 months

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Pinterest knows what it’s talkin’ about.

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deadqueerboys · 2 years

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M/n: March 9.

Marc: Who told you?

M/n: Told me what?

Marc: Um, nothing.

M/n, whispering: Tell me it's your birthday you motherfucking ex mercenary?

Marc: What?

M/n: What?

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g4yforethan · 7 months

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addiction

pairing: miguel o’hara x male!reader

summary: reader is upset but miguel knows how to cheer him up

warnings: cursing, smut, top!miguel, bottom!reader

a/n: i’ve never seen atsv before but hopefully u guys like this!

“look at me baby. i’m here for you.” miguel says as you try to wipe off the tears off of your eyes. your head was hurting and you felt exhausted from the stress that work had brought onto you. miguel saw this and tried to comfort you in the ways that he could but you couldn’t escape your sadness. he moved next to you and put his arm around your shoulder. “come on baby. i know what will cheer you up.” he kisses you on the lips and you couldn’t deny it. it did cheer you up. “that did make me feel better. you know what’ll make it even better though. “what?”

you grinned and kissed his neck and put your hand on his crotch. he moaned and kissed you even harder. he bit your lip which caused you to pull away. “aww i’m sorry about that baby boy. i got a little too excited.” he pushed you onto the bed and laid you on your back. he started to take your shirt off and give you rough and hard hickies all over your neck and chest. you sucked on his fingers as he shoved them down your throat. you enjoyed every second of it and craved more of him.

he starts to give several kisses all over your belly. “you like that baby?” “yes miguel.” you switch places and now you start to leave kisses on his upper body. you went down to his crotch and started to open his zipper. you looked at his long and thick dick and left kisses on it. he moaned and begged for you to stop teasing him. you gave in and started to take his dick in your mouth. he grabbed your hair and forced you to take every inch of his cock. after a few minutes of sucking, he grabbed you and laid you on your stomach.

he took off your jeans and underwear and started to eat you out. you moaned which turned miguel on more. he took his dick and teased your hole with it. “put it in me baby.” he listened to your needs. at first, he put it in and went at a slow pace but soon each stroke became faster and harder as he pulled your hair back and your eyes started to roll back into your head. you felt his sweat come onto you and the room got stuffier as well. you dug your hands into the bedsheets as an overwhelming sense of pleasure took over your body. “you wanna ride my dick?”

miguel laid on his back while you started to put his dick inside of you. you rode his dick and saw as he too was overwhelmed by the pleasure you brought him. "don't stop baby." you weren't gonna stop. you turned around so your ass was facing him and began riding again. he grabbed your waist and moved your body so that you went at a faster pace. you enjoyed being his source of pleasure. he rubbed your ass and smacked it which caused you to moan. "oh baby i think i'm gonna-" "cum inside me." as you rode, you felt his warm cum fill your hole and hear him panting in relief. at the same time, you came as well which seemed to have relieved you too from all of the stress.

you lay back next to miguel who puts his arm over your shoulder and kisses your head. you lay your head on his chest and start to feel sleepy. "so you feel better now?" he asks you."i guess. you really do have a way of reliving my stress." he laughs and kisses you again."anything to make you feel better baby boy." he rubs your back as you start to doze off.

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