jay peg

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Simon boob

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Grace’s hand brushed his side as he reached behind him to retrieve an end of the rope, and in that moment, Simon briefly wondered what it would feel like for Grace to hold him. To drag his hands across his bare skin. As soon as the thoughts bloomed in his mind, Simon realized his true desperation. God, did he want that badly.

It wasn’t even about Grace specifically. Surely not that blabbering dork.

Grace looked down at the arrangement of rope crossing Simon’s chest, then at the accompanying illustration. The geometric lattice he’d spent the last ten minutes reproducing framed his upper torso in a way that was undeniably… intentional.

Grace’s thumb rested briefly against one of the horizontal wraps while he adjusted its position by a fraction of an inch. The rope shifted with it, settling snugly back into place.

Graces hands moved close together, his thumb brushing the rope stretched over Simons pecs. The instructions could have possibly been for a more narrow chest...

“…I don’t think…” he murmured to himself, “…I don’t think mine looks quite like the example.”

Simon didn’t hear him.

Grace’s hand remained against his chest for only another second, fingertips pressing lightly as he checked the tension beneath the rope. It sent Simon’s pulse stumbling awkwardly in his ribs. He hoped Grace couldn’t feel it through the fabric of his shirt. He wished he had taken it off before so he could feel Graces hands on his skin instead. So he could feel the rope digging into his tits.

Christ. What was he thinking? He should put an end to this before Grace realizes he a pervert.

Graces hands ghosted over his pecs, his thumb pressing on the fat that drooped over the ropes. Once, then again, with gentle strokes.

Simon sucked in a breath, his gaze falling to Graces hands as they went from tracing the ropes to subtly kneading his chest.

“Grace?”

Simon’s words broke the tension, and Grace practically jumped out of his skin. Simon watched Graces pale skin burn red. “Oh my god, im so so sorry- I don’t, i don’t know what i was doing- it’s just you- your- And I-“

Simon reached his hands forward, tugging on Graces shirt to pull him forward. To the best of his abilities, considering his hands were still bound together.

Grace fell closer, his words trailing off. “I… I um..”

Simon met his anxious eyes. “No, it’s okay. I liked it.”

Graces eyebrows raised. “Oh. Oh? do you… do you want me to..?”

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Robert working for Shroud:

Shroud is not Robert's biological father, he is the one who raises him though.

After killing Robbie, Shroud goes to get Robert, he's honest and tells him what's he's done.

Then gives him a choice, stay here and wait for Chase or go with him.

Robert only has to think about it for a moment.

Everyone knew what Robbie was doing was wrong, that "training" was just a word used to erase the feeling of guilt from watching the abuse. Not once did somebody report Robbie, not a single person raised their voice in concern, nobody even offered comfort in private.

Not even Chase, he saw more than anybody but chose being a hero, the team, and Robbie, over Robert.

Nobody but Elliot.

He saw and spoke out, he questioned at the risk of a spot on the team, he made calls that were ignored.

Why choose people who turned a blind eye over the person who saved him?

So Shroud takes Robert underground with him and raises him as his own. Spending the rest of his childhood and teenage years on his schooling. Training was an after school activity that had a start an end time and didn't leave Robert trembling with bruises that weren't allowed to heal.

There was still fun, game nights, family dinners. He was raised to be part of an empire, the only difference is nobody was trying to erase him.

At 18, Robert was given a choice, if he wanted to leave and start a life, Elliot would support him.

Robert didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and help his dad.

He trained to become Shroud's shadow, his enforcer, his left hand.

The coma still happened, the explosion, a calculated risk. (It was Robert's idea but damn if it take forever to convince Shroud to execute it.)

The world saw a missing Robert come back to continue his father's legacy and avenge him by taking on Shroud.

Shroud blowing him up garnered more support for his empire and sympathy from the right places for Robert.

Becoming a Dispatcher becomes an infiltration mission, gather more members, create new weaknesses, exploit the existing ones, and locate the pulse.

Z-team, who didn't have much loyalty towards SDN anyway, is easily persuaded to join Robert.

After all, why stand by a company that hates them, doesn't give them a fair chance, and constantly threatens to fire and send them back to jail anyway?

That's not a chance on a new life, that's cheaper labor for jobs that are unworthy of the "real" hero's.

All but Invisagal, she didn't know Robert was working for Shroud. What she did was show time and time again that her loyalty would never be secured, she would always be a loose end.

When SDN and the city thinks Z-team is their last hope at winning, when they watch Robert up on the roof with Shroud, they'll be watching their doom.

They'll watch as the team stops trying to please people that treated them like garbage and show them what real villains actually look like.

They'll watch Robert hand over the pulse and the city over to Shroud.

They'll watch their city burn because they'd rather worship a hero than save a child.

He'd blame robert for him being shit at video games even if he was always bad at em lmao

How does Robert know that?? Because for a brief momwnt before his brain went totally offline, he spotted the clock beside his and Zahir's bed. It was about 3 a.m. when he read it.

Robert was face down, ass up, with Zahir's hand, hot and like steel on his back.

"FUUUUUUUuuuuck...." He yells as he came inside the dispatcher again. Zahir pants, moans as he pulls out, watching his cum drip and leak out Robert's red, abused hole. He grins.

"Oohhhh your legs are shaking, Azizam~♡ what's wrong?" Zahir coos and teases. He admires all the marks. All the burns, all the bites. Robert moans, a tiny pathetic little noise. "nn... mmeeehhhn....nnmmmm....~♡♡" Robert wasn't even aware of anything besides how buzzed his body was feeling, his ass had been squeezing around a huge dick and the fact he couldn't even be bothered to try and keep himself up right. His body flopped to the side. He laid twitching, Zahir hovered above. He leans down to whisper into Robert's ear. "One more~♡" Robert whimpers, "nnn.. c-can--"

"I know~♡ I think you can to!!" 'Fucker!!' Robert thinks when he hears Zahir's all too chipper reply.

"B-belly!!" Robert finally gets out. His stomach was bulging again. Like the first time Zahir went wild. The fire starter looks down. More grinning, he rubs at it, Robert moans out again. "I knooooowwwww~ belly bump looks good on you."

Zahir rolls Robert over, Robert is about to tell him to stop, to wait for just a minute but.... God that love sick look in his eyes. Robert doesn't say no. Just moans again as he feels Zahir push his legs up and apart. Laying Robert's legs over his shoulders and cages him in enterily. Then rubs the tip at Robert's waiting entrance.

"You know, I heard this position is called a mating press. Pretty mad I've never heard of it before." Zahir comments. Robert's eyes go wide. Then roll back as he screams when he feels his boyfriend ram in again without warning.

AHHHH AH AH F-FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!! ZAHIR HNNN!!!!" Robert can't move, can't escape, can't even try and wriggle into a new position! And Zahir isn't even pulling completely out and pushing back in, no. No the fire user is just grinding and slamming into Robert's prostate without really pulling away. His arms are wrapped around Robert, his body is holding Robert down. He hears Zahir mumbling, babbling something into his ear, Robert can't understand, he can't think, he can't--!!! Robert's vision goes white..... then he blacks out....

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Zahir was in the kitchen, cooking again, glowing amd dancing amd shaking his hips. It was 8:15 in the morning. He had called himself amd Robert out for the day because ain't no fucking way Robert was moving.

"Mm... " Oh! Speak of the devil. Zahir turns around, and sees Robert actually had managed to get up and move.

"Good morning, my loooove~" he calls out chipper and sweet. Robert just stares at him, dazed but looking so cuddly and relaxed, wrapped up in their blanket. Zahir watches as Robert toddles over and leans against him, staring at the pan. He turns his gaze up to Zahir, and the Pyro thinks his heart may explode. Robert looks so out of it, and dazed and his hair is all over the fucking place--!

"What? What can I do for you Azizam?" He asks, brushing down the fly aways

" .... 'm hungry...." Robert mumbles. Zahir wants to bite the shit of his cheeks, dammnit!!!!

"Yea I can imagine. Go sit, I'll bring it in a minute..." Zahir says with a grin, and off Robert goes, but he sits on the couch amd just watches Zahir from the couch, looking like a lost little puppy peaking out of a box!! He knows because Beef was doing the same thing on the other side!! Goddammnit!!! It's too early for Zahir to commit war crimes and take Robert to the ER for bite wounds!!!

"Did you sleep alright? Considering what we did last night I'd imagine you slept like a rock!" Zahir calls to keep busy and NOT focus on his need to chomp down on his dazed boyfriend or aggressively pet and play with Beef in that moment. But when he doesn't get an answer, he turns and just sees Robert staring at him.

"Robert?? .... you still with me?" Zahir asks, going to stand in front of the other. Robert just stares up at him. Zahir stares back. Kay .... this was new.... Robert was awake and conscious but ... he wasn't at the same time. Zahir leans down and asks, "Robert, are you thirsty?"

Robert thinks a minute. "Yea...."

"Ok... I'll get you water." Zahir leaves, comes back with water, holds it out to Robert. "Here, drink slowly" he instructs and Robert follows them. Now normally this would be normal, sort of. Maybe a sparky remark. But also Robert would typically get the water himself. Zahir raises a brow. He goes back to the kitchen with the glass. Plates up breakfast and comes to sit beside the now Robert blanket burrito on the couch. He takes the spoon, blows on the rice and eggs, before presenting it to Robert. "Open up, sweetheart. I'm going to feed you, alright?" Now Zahir expects a scowl or a pout, and Robert holding his hands out for the bowl.

Instead he gets Robert peeking out of the blanket, then opening his mouth. Zahir feels his heart start hammering and his face feels too fucking hot!!! He slowly and carefully slides the spoon into Robert's mouth. Pulls it back as Robert chews. And then opens his mouth for more.

'Oh my god.... he's... he's letting--!' Zahir didn't think this would ever happen!! Robert was typcally to stubborn for this kind of care and attention!!! Which ya know, kinda irked Zahir a little. After all, he LOVED taking care of his partners like this!! Loved the touching, the intimacy, all of that!! Robert, being so used to being alone and taking care of himself.... well it was a slow process. Zahir always tried and Robert was learning to let Zahir take care of him. But NEVER would Robert let Zahir be this attentive!!! It was making the fire user giddy, jumpy, down right felt like he wanted to explode!!!!

Which he would... later.... with Prism... on the phone.

But all morning, Zahir got to feed Robert, held the water to his lips. Even went to bath him and put him in soft clothes. Brish his hair, and cuddle Robert and love him and kiss him all Zahir wanted!!! Best morning of his Goddamn life!!!

'I'm fucking telling you, Alice. All morning he let me basically do whatever I wanted!! Fucking amazing!!'

Alice rolls her eyes but there's a smile on her face. She was laying in the pool, petting her own boyfriend, Herman was happily draped over her lap on a floaty. She ran her hands down his back and shoulders, while he seemed to be snoozing as they floated along. "Ok, so you banged his literally self sufficiency out is what your telling me?"

'I don't fucking know amd I don't fucking care. All I know is I want him to have another shit day so I can do it again!!'

"Oh my GAWD Bae!!" She laughs loudly into the phone.

So ... heheheheh part 3... I hope it met expectations :'3. ... I should probably go through amd title and number these now ...