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Magnar did not mind that the boy could speak again. For all he care, Peter could scream and shout and none of his men would lift a finger to help the hero. Like in the old days, the men around him were worshipers and they saw Magnar as a god. True, the religion around him was small compared to the glory days of old, but their loyalty was unlimited. Betrayal was a sin that none of them could face. And so, Magnar did not stop himself to tap that mouth shut. He let the boy's squeaky voice escape him, interrupted only by his own actions down at that perfect round shaped ass.

It was a tiny little hole. One that betrayed no hints if it had been touched before or not. Its scent was devilish good. The soft musk of sweat, probably from his activity around the city. It lingered over soap, something cheap but deliciously masculine. The pink hue around the puckered skin was an invitation for his appetite. His tongue ran in circles over it as they boy moaned, yelped and tried to reason with the big man behind him. To shut him up or maybe just to check the hardness of those muscles, Magnar lifted a hand and smacked hard against the white cheek.

"I already did. I want you. Your body. I want to feast on it, cum so hard in you it will take days for you to get rid of me." He smirked at his own words. Words he had learned from these present days, where the nastiness of men had increased with deep imaginative scenarios. He liked them all, no need to lie. "I don't care about your little games of playing hero. Why would a god care for such petty things?" He bit the soft cheek lightly, playfully. The mark of his teeth was a small shadow over that private part. "What a god wants is the delicious heat of your tiny hole."

mythicalmen

The biggest danger Peter was in at the moment...was the fact he didn't know how much danger he was in. With most villain types they'd be spewing their grand plans or talking about how they were about to destroy Spider-Man or something along those lines. But right now, that wasn't happening. Not that this guy wasn't giving grand speeches or coming with a big of a huge ego, that was definitely there. But the claims he was making, the actions he was taking...left Peter confused, alarmed and uncertain what his fate was or how much danger he was in. He couldn't even see the man's face or get a good look at him or tell if those men from before were around. Though Peter certainly did feel watched at the moment.

Peter let out a strangled noise of surprise as the huge hand came down against his ass, the toned cheeks bouncing beautifully from the impact - showing that despite how defined they were, they were thick enough to bounce on command. Swallowing thickly, face heating up a little as the man spoke of wanting him in such graphic detail - surely this whole thing...the whole plan couldn't just be having sex with Spider-Man...could it? Peter wasn't sure if that was more flattering or alarming.

"Look no offence, but the whole god talk is kind of not hitting with the impact you think it is. I've literally fought alongside a big guy with a deep voice who called himself a god, so it's an original notion" He shot back, keeping his voice under control as best he could. "Also not sure you can play the whole 'I'm too important to think of such petty things' when your whole plan is you want to sleep with me" Peter added, squirming against the bindings. If he could just get them loose enough he could use that good ol' Spidey strength to knock this guys lights out (hopefully). But then he felt that nip to his ass, causing him to hump up slightly, hips bucking and a little yelp past his lips. Face heating up once more as he was talked about like that, as if he was the man's well earned prize.

"I...think your dirty talk needs some work" He replied, swallowing thickly. "Also what makes you think I could put out on the first date or kidnapping, whichever this is."

#c:peter #rhapsodc

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rhapsodc

Saint-Loup had never let Basin call him that. Daddy. Whenever the boy did, the older thief would blush, grunt and leave. Basin never understood why. He knew he was not blood related to Saint-Loup, but still... He would have done anything to please his older master. Anything. All he had wanted to be touched and possessed like this. And if his dreams were finally coming true, it was not thanks to the man he would have given anything for.

Looking at Owen, Basin's eyes were wide-opened. He swallowed, lips dry as they almost killed. He needed the kiss. He wanted it. He had even forgotten about betraying Saint-Loup. There was nothing to do with cheating. They had never been a thing anyway. "I'm your good boy, daddy." He whimpered, his knees suddenly weak, almost failing. It was lucky he was in Owen's arms, or else he would have fallen down. "I want you to fuck me, daddy." He repeated, eyes still open, eyes still staring into Owen's eyes.

And then he closed his lips around the thumb that had been caressing them. He started sucking on it, showing that if given the chance, he would do well to Owen's cock too.

mythicalmen

The minute Basin confessed, he got his reward - as Owen gripped the back of the man's head and dragged him in for a kiss. A slow, deep one that wanted to taste every inch of the younger man and leave nothing unclaimed. Meanwhile his second hand moved down Basin's back, mapping his skin before gripping his ass and hoisting him up, guiding the thief's strong legs around his waist.

"Mmm, such a good boy for me. I'm going to take care of you" He murmured between kisses, his voice low and hungry but not even an inch of it sounded like a lie. It was a promise as he held what was his so close to him and began to walk off with Basin wrapped around him, heading back to the manor without a moment of shame about who might seem them. His lips finding the man's neck, teasing the skin and nipping at it to make sure he left his mark. He didn't stop his attention that neck, those lips until he had Basin pressed against his front door - his large body pinning him there and his waist providing those beautiful thighs all the support they needed to hold on.

"...And since you've been such good boy for me, I'll give you a choice" He said against those lips, a wolfish smile and eyes half lidded. "We can either go upstairs and I can give you the fucking you begged so sweetly for straight away....or..." He trailed off, breath tickling the man's lips. "We'll head to the living room and we'll see just how beautiful you look between your Daddy's knees" He hummed, letting Basin imagine both for a moment before saying. "Well baby boy? What do you want?"

#c:owen #rhapsodc

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100 Smut Dialogue Prompts

1) “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.” 2) “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.” 3) “How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?” 4) “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” 5) “You look good all soaking wet.” 6) “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” 7) “Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” 8) “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.” 9) “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.” 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” 11) “I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.” 12) “You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily.” 13) “Touch yourself for me.” 14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?” 15) “You take my fingers so well don’t you?” 16) “Shut up and take your pants off.” 17) “When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me.” 18) “Are you wearing my shirt?” 19) “Do you need me to finger you first?” 20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.” 21) “Did I stutter? Do as you’re told!” 22) “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” 23) “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.” 24) “Maybe if I punish you it’ll help you remember who you belong to next time.” 25) “Do you want it on your back or would you like to be on your stomach?” 26) “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” 27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.” 28) “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” 29) “Take it off. Slowly.” 30) “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” 31) “Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?” 32) “Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” 33) “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” 34) “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” 35) “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” 36) “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.” 37) “Did I say you could stop?” 38) “I need you. Now!” 39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?” 40) “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” 41) “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.” 42) “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.” 43) “Don’t you want to play with me? 44) "Yes! I mean yes, Sir!” 45) “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.” 46) “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?” 47) “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?” 48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.” 49) “You look so good on your knees like that.” 50) “I only want to please you.” 51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” 52) “Are you going to be good from now on?” 53) “Is that a tattoo?” 54) “These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” 55) “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.” 56) “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.” 57) “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.” 58) “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 59) “So desperate for it, aren’t you? Well, if you want it so bad you’d better start taking it.” 60) “Please? I’ll be good, I promise!” 61) “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” 62) “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.” 63) “Open your mouth.” 64) “I never knew someone could cum that fast just from a few fingers.” 65) “Pull my hair!” 66) “If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.” 67) “If you want to cum you’d better beg.” 68) “You know I don’t like to be teased.” 69) “Come here, baby, let Mommy/Daddy take care of you.” 70) "Say my name over and over again and, once you think you’ve said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who’s making you feel good.“ 71) "I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.” 72) “Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?” 73) “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” 74) “Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside you.” 75) “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.” 76) “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.” 77) “Tell me what you like.” 78) “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.” 79) “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you?” 80) “How do you feel about two at once?” 81) “Is that a thong?” 82) “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” 83) “Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?” 84) “I love it when you dress up for me.” 85) “Did you dress up just for me?” 86) “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” 87) “Think you can handle that much?” 88) “Mmm, good morning to you too.” 89) “Just pull the car over!” 90) “What’s wrong? I thought you liked teasing.” 91) “Aww, is my little princess/prince getting shy?” 92) “Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” 93) “It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.” 94) “Be a good girl/boy and do what I tell you.” 95) “That tickles.” 96) “Were you touching yourself without permission?” 97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” 98) “I see the gift I got you fits well.” 99) “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 100) “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

#meme #memes

lonelycanonheathens

From anyone else, Dorian wouldn't have taken that as the joke that it was. From his dearest Lavellan, though? It just had him smiling again.

"Perhaps you should have. It was awfully dastardly how I wormed my way in your heart, wasn't it?" he hummed.

How easy it was to turn his love into absolute putty never failed to delight him. Every breathy word and tremble beneath his touch just encouraged Dorian. he was nothing if not incorrigible.

His hands smoothed over his elf's sides, came to rest at his hips and squeezed gently. He trailed a few teasing kisses along the elf's throat, against his jaw.

"If I change my mind, I'll make sure to stake my claim," he purred before sealing their lips together in a slow, deep kiss.

mythicalmen

"It really was, they warned me about the big bad Tevinter coming in and corrupting the innocent elf" He mused, breath hitching and eyes fluttering as the taller mage began to brush kisses across his throat and jaw, the strong hand squeezing his hip causing his body to naturally arch into Dorian's solid frame. Oh the man knew him too well and just what to do and say to make the Inquisitor absolute putty in his grasp.

Then came that wicked promise that brought a thrill to Lavellan's body, wondering just what he could mean by that - what would staking his claim look like? He wanted to ask but part of the thrill was not knowing what he'd gotten himself into, just sinking into the kiss and making sweet little noises that only Dorian was usually allowed to hear.

"...Well then, I guess I better to test this new freedom you've given me" He murmured against the man's lips when the kiss ended, giving him a playful push away and sauntering to the main bar area of the Herald's Rest, the tavern within Skyhold. He leaned against the counter, ordering a drink or two and perhaps accepting one or two as well from a few eager people. Including a fellow mage, a former Templar and scout. Lavellan would chat and laugh with them, soaking up their attention but all the while, he'd glance back to Dorian every now and then. Almost as if this is all one big tease for his lover, see how far he could go before the Tevinter mage would step in.

#c:lavellan #lonelycanonheathens

tempesthawke

I'm here to warn you. Fashionably late, I'm afraid.

#wanted opposite #//forever my favourite gay romance in any game

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[ hidden ] - whoever you want tbh

[ hidden ] your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

"Mister Stark this is, people could-" were some of the words Peter tried to let out in what little protest he had to offer, currently in most of his Spider-Man attire and cornered by his mentor turned...well, whatever this was. Back pressed to the wall, blocked in and heart racing as the older man's lips found his neck, those hands found his body and Peter felt himself be complete putty in the man's grasp. Doe eyes fluttering, lips parting and letting out a desperate noise in the process.

"Holy shit, I...Cap is nearby and what if the others.." Peter tried to find the words, because just a few doors down in the Avengers Tower was the risk of somebody else hearing them. But even that argument felt pretty weak given the noises Peter was making.

#c:peter #aphroditesboys

[ lazy ] your muse lazily beginning to touch mine. (lonelycanonheathens, Hawke for whomever would like him)

@lonelycanonheathens

Alistair's knees pressed into the king sized mattress of the Hawke Estate - his hand slowly tracing up and down the Hero of Kirkwall's stomach and up his chest, brushing his thumb across those perky pecs as he just took his time teasing and toying with the man's body. A man whose hands were currently bound above his head, currently unable to stop the stranger's exploration and touch.

"My, my - The Hero of Kirkwall...does not disappoint" He hummed, coy and wicked smirk on his lips as his eyes gazed at Hawke, leaning in just a little closer to him. "I'm sure you're wondering who I am...ideas racing through your head" He mused, breath tickling the man's lips. "Perhaps I'm an assassin and you're my mark....maybe I'm a dangerous elven mage come to take your power" He offered, hand slowly moving down from his chest and moving lower and lower.

"Maybe a thief whose come to steal from you and got a little side tracked or a demon of lust come to devour you entirely" He hummed, offering so many ideas as he teased the man. "Well then....which do you think it is Hawke or do you have a different theory, hmm?"

#c:alistair #lonelycanonheathens #//alistair could be any of these if you prefer x

lonelycanonheathens

Dorian chuckled again as he brought a hand up to stroke Lavellan's cheek. "I can't deny I enjoy the attention, but it's hardly everyone, Amatus. And everyone knows no matter the amount of flirting, you're the only one I want."

He knew his love was just aiming for a little jealousy, a little possessiveness. The threat just had his grin widening.

"Oh, I'm sure there are plenty who would jump at the chance to shower you with their praises, my Darling. And I would be terribly selfish in not letting you enjoy such." As if Dorian didn't indeed have a selfish streak in him.

He pressed flush against his elf, head bowing to let his lips brush Lavellan's ear. "But at the end of the night, I know it's my bed you'll return to, and that's all that matters," he purred, dropping a kiss just below his ear.

mythicalmen

No matter how annoyed Lavellen was or how difficult he wanted to be, Dorian just knew the perfect amount of confidence, charm and ego to wrap the elven young mage up in his grasp and let it all fade away. Even calling him Amatus was enough to make his walls crumble a little. Then he felt the Tevinter mage pressing up against him, his larger and taller frame causing a slight shiver to pass the elf's lips, flicking a tongue across them in an attempt to compose himself.

"I should of heed the warnings of letting myself getting tangled with a Tevinter mage" He huffed, feeling those lips on his ear that made his knees feel weak and like was putty in the man's grasp. "Mm, maybe I will then - see just how fine you are with me being flirted with on all sides" He challenged, though it was a little less imposing given his hitched breath and the feel of those lips on his ear. Not to mention the shameless Pavus confidence of knowing Lavellan would be all his come the end of the night.

And he knew deep down, just how right he was. This elven mage most definitely belonged to one Tevinter mage.

#c:lavellan #lonelycanonheathens

@lonelycanonheathens continued from here

Who would of thought in a hundred years that the elven mage would find himself with a Tevinter mage of all people, taboo as taboo can be given their cultural clashes. Still, Dorian has so effortlessly slipped past every defence he had in place and wrapped his coils around him and well, now Lavellan was his and that didn't seem to be changing any time soon.

"Hm, someone? Try everyone and you enjoy the attention far too much" He huffed, though his words had no bite and were somewhere between a small sulk and being playful. Eyes fluttering at the tease of a chaste kiss from the taller mage. "You know, if it's not such a big deal perhaps I should go allow a couple of men or followers flirt with their Inquisitor, hm?" He retorted, a slight smirk on his lips. "Since you've already said it's not an issue, you wouldn't mind would you Dorian?"

#c:lavellan #lonelycanonheathens

ragtagrunaways

Darling. That was new. Christopher couldn't say he minded the pivot in the way the other referred to him. So frequently it was just his title, not even his name that escaped from those lips. And now there was a pet name? He couldn't help the smile that crept across his lips for a moment, even as Dmitri cut the space between their faces further. A slight shift, nose brushing a little more against the others. Inhaling his scent with how close they were, while also showing something a little softer for a moment to contrast the firm grasp upon the other's wrists.

"I think your mind was just jumping to the conclusion it liked the most. Taming you by force." He kept his voice low, but made sure every word was a whisper of breath again Dmitri's with the proximity. Even more so when he felt that shiver against him. Such a physical reaction was something he craved. Listening to those words, face warming a little at the implication of them, but accepting that as a part of this exchange. All the while, he was adjusting his grip, until he could hold both of the mage's wrists with just one of his own hands, freeing up the other. A tightened grip to be sure that the other wouldn't be able to slip from his grasps, and another physical reminder of where his own talens were.

"Oh, there's no such thing as a challenge too great for me. I was just giving you the opportunity to confess before I make sure you can't string a sentence together." A shift, and a firm drag of his hips against Dmitri's. Making sure the other could feel him, as well as seeking a taste of whether the other had already started reacting to this or not. "I've though of how you'd sound with my hands upon your body. Whether you'd gasp or whimper as I slid my hands along your skin, held you down against the bed while I explored every inch of you. Wondered how your voice might shake as I dragged my tongue against you." Head shifting a little, until he could get his lips against Dmitri's jaw. "So often wondered how you'd taste, spread out like a feast. Up there in your tower watching me train, I bet you've pictured me treating you in the same way. Held down, grasped and rolled in to the position I want you. I bet you've touched yourself right there, haven't you? Spilled your seed while watching me sweat in that training yard."

It was then the hand he'd freed slid between them, aiming to cup the other. Feel how much of an effect his words were having while the other couldn't stop him.

mythicalmen

Dmitri was no wall flower, not in every day acts and neither during more intimate ones either. But he couldn't deny the thrill of one of those large hands gripping both wrists in place above his head, to feel the large and powerful man right up against him. Those hips rolling into his or the way that sweet, hard working Christopher had shifted gears and saying things in a tone that made Dmitri's entire body tremble for him. Licking his lips and arching his own hips back, not hiding away the obvious arousal in his expensive clothing.

"My...my...you think about me often...don't you?" Dmitri managed to say, a little breathless after Christopher gave his little speech about desiring his hands over his mage, wanting to know every noise he made or expression he gave. "All those women of the court and noble men who would love nothing more than to have claim over the kingdom's favourite Warlord...and yet you're spending too much time thinking about me" Dmitri murmured, deciding to play fire with fire. Even as Christopher gripped his hard cock through his pants, Dmitri wasn't going to just let this man have all the fun. Leaning his head forward, brushing his lips against his ear.

"Tell me darling, were you jealous of those rumours of who I spent my nights with...nobles, knights, even royalty...did it bother you or excite you, hm?" He murmured, lips finding Christopher's neck and kissing the skin, flicking his tongue against it before whispering. "Did you yearn to have me to yourself?" He asked before letting his teeth and tongue find that beautiful neck and leave a mark on the man in the dark.

#c:dmitri #ragtagrunaways

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beefache

🧢 ⸻ Refinement and good judgement were both qualities the young man seemed to lack despite the his better intentions. Intimidation once felt in firm foundations towards his overbearing boss' commanding demeanour has lessened in recent times due to an undeniable and unexpected reaction of chemistry. Mister Matthews was demanding and commanding and even demeaning at times, but there must have been a reason he had selected Jacob as his personal assistant instead of one of the many, many other more accomplished candidates filtered through the internship system. Young men and women who carried themselves with more poise, intellect and passion for the company than Jacob could ever feign to muster. Not that Jacob was looking for a demotion back to an unpaid position in a corporation that he did not entirely know the purpose for.

“Prim, proper, polite and perfect?” Jacob replied, hoping he wasn't making up something half-remembered from some nice-sounding alliteration. Small chance his view of the bathroom door in the near-distance was influencing him to find so many words beginning with the letter P.

But whatever verbal mess of words that were about to spill from past his lips were denied as he was instructed to open his mouth, standing stock still in the middle of a crowded gala being force fed tiny little sandwiches - ones paling in comparison to his earlier creation - ignoring the occasion glancing taste of Mister Matter's fingers against his lips and tongue.

“You got it, boss man,” Jacob nodded, tugging on the lapels of his jacket. An excess of confidence was somewhat interrupted by the smack across his round rump catching him offguard, but Jacob bounced back with a crack of the neck.

Scotch on the rocks - couldn't be too hard. Fancier drinks were somewhat beyond his purview, but even he knew a thing or two about the classic. For instance, Jacob was well aware that on the rocks did not involve any actual rocks in the beverage. Unless this was the sort of bar to use whiskey stones, but he doubted Mister Matthews was the sort of high-class man to allow that brand of bullshit at his event. Jacob was nothing short of relieved to see proper sculpted and squared-off cubes of ice clinking around in a glass of scotch older than he was.

mythicalmen

Owen couldn't help the snort that escaped his lips at Jacob's perfectly recited line that Owen had absolutely never said before. Though it was probably close enough to what was expected of him and too amusing to waste time scolding the idiot, so he just made sure the smack to Jacob's ass was a little bit harder and louder than it otherwise would have to be.

He had to admit, these small actions of public dominance felt good - a little thrill of enjoyment knowing he was doing this to Jacob and others could possibly see. Perhaps staking his claim just a little, after all Jacob was a gorgeous guy and no doubt both men and women had their eye on him at the party. No sense in letting anyone think they had a chance with his assistant...unless Owen decided he'd let them.

So he decided to just sit back and enjoy the show of his assistant in his tight clothing running around like a puppy who had been told to go get the ball. Sitting down on a large leather couch like a king might his throne, just watching and admiring from afar. He knew either this would result in Jacob running back with the drink and back to Owen's side where he belonged. Or he'd have to make his way to the boy if he got distracted or bothered and make another show of being in charge.

Either way, Owen had lost interest in his original plans and networking for the night. Jacob was his focus and he wouldn't be taking his eyes off the boy all night long.

#c:owen #beefache

beefache

🧢 ⸻ He had been close to halfway through a bite into his beloved hodgepodge of a sandwich before registering his own unintentional rudeness towards two esteemed gentlemen - the type of gentlemen who made more money in a single day than someone like Jacob would over the course of a full calender year. Shame for the inordinate amount of time Jacob is unable to speak as he is forced to chew through the cheek-bulging bite; desperate and unsuccessful in swallowing before his boss finished with more cordial introductions. One small mercy persisted as the sandwich was at least quite palatable on his tastebuds.

But perhaps Jacob should show more caution for how much food he fills his belly with. While the suit he wore was well tailoured around his beef-lite build, there was little doubt the expensive fabrics were clinging too close to his physique. Buttons pull taught and tease their limit with every intake of breath - plush pectorals pushing out through thin fabrics. Trousers tailoured to accentuate the curve of his rear and the prominence of his bulge much to Jacob's own immense ignorance - his time spent before the floor-length mirror wasted with appreciating how good he looked without realising the more obvious obscenities.

“So-” No. Swallow first - the apologies come after once he doesn't have a mouth full of soft bread and mystery meat. Jacob takes a moment to rock his head back and swallow down a mouthful so plentiful there is practically a visible bulge in his throat. “Sorry about that, sirs. Was so busy stuffing my mouth I didn't even see you two past Mr. Matthews massive frame.”

Solid apology. He was so very good at this schmoozing shit - whacking his boss confidently on the back as if he was hyping up one of his boys.

Jacob may not notice the way eyes are roaming over him as he stands there all smiles and post-sandwich bite satisfaction. Instead he's looking up at Mr. Matthews, “You want me to go and get you some food, sir?”

mythicalmen

The less than stellar apology, given it was rather delayed by him stuffing his face with his sandwich creation, wasn't much of a bother to Owen considering he was taking his time enjoying the state of Jacob's attire at the moment. The buttons pulling away and his strong physique, the tight material doing everything not to cause a scene and it made Owen think about how easy it be for him to just grab and rip that material with just one hand. Imagining Jacob's shocked expression, exposed like that by his boss in front of others. Truth be told he didn't even listen much to the response these men might have to Jacob's sincere (if not slightly crass) apology, only truly coming back to from the smack to his back.

"Gentlemen, if you excuse us" Owen remarked to the two men, polite but those men knew that meant it was time for them to go, not the other way around. So they left the two of them be, allowing Owen to take the moment to turn back to his assistant and move a little closer, looming over him. "I believe we discussed previously how to behave as my assistant, Mister Custos?" He questioned, brow raised. "It's almost a shame this outfit of yours doesn't come with a gag so you knew not to start rambling before knowing I'm free while working" He remarked, sounding perhaps far more put out then he was. "Let alone where you decided to put your hands..."

Noticing a waiter passing by with a tray of food, he waved them over and took a few of those mini sandiwches and glanced at Jacob. "Open up" He commanded, seemingly not leaving any room for refusal as he filled the young man's mouth up with the stacked sandwich. "That should keep you quiet for a little bit, now you can get me a scotch instead. On the rocks" He instructed and when Jacob turned around to do just that, he'd made a point of slapping that ass presented to him. After all, Jacob had opened up the floodgates for less than professional touching.

#c:owen #beefache

beefache

🧢 ⸻ Hats off to whatever caterer was responsible for the tiny little sandwiches Jacob had been snacking on since the moment he found himself passing the membber of the waitstaff with the right tray. Miniscule and damn near delectable - though perhaps a little too small since Jacob had been clearing them by the tray full and cramming them together to make one full-sized frankenstein-style sandwich.

Was it clear this wasn't his typical sort of scene?

Maybe this would be the sort of place one could find Jacob's old man - someone in a political or business profession Jacob never fully understood. But Mr. Custos had given up any hope of showing off his sole son for anything moree than his athletic acumen given the academic and social aspects Jacob offered were both rough around the edges.

Wearing the comfort of a new tailoured suit fitting his built bod better than anything else in his closet back home - landing Jacob somewhere smack dab in the middle of both comfortable and uncomfortable. Carrying himself with a slight amount of awkwardness with surgical sandwich in hand as he looked across the crowd for the familiar towering visual of his boss standing across the room. Jacob lost count of the amount of polite ‘excuse me’s and ‘watch out’s he shared each and every time someone was about to back up into his path.

“The food here is good, but it's wicked tiny,” Jacob announced once he reached his boss, not even noticing he was otherwise engaged with someone past the silhouette of his massive bulk. “But if you cram it all together it's like one whole food.”

closed starter for @mythicalmen featuring jacob custos.

mythicalmen

Owen knew it was only a matter of time before Jacob came running up to him to tell him something or try and talk to him, it didn't matter where they were and being at a function like this would be no different. Some might assume, given Owen's reputation and ability to invoke fear in others without even trying, that he'd find the young man's antics irritating, disrespectful and something that would bring out an ugly side of him - a dangerous side even. But those people would be fools if they didn't think Owen knew exactly the kind of person he had been hiring when he'd taken Jacob under his wing.

He was eager, clueless and good natured - not likely built for the world of being the assistance of a crime boss of all people, but that was fine - Jacob had other uses and reasons for being by Owen's side, even if the young man didn't fully realise them yet. Besides, the older man rather enjoyed how eagerly Jacob ran up to him whenever he got the chance like a puppy or how the young man could ramble about anything or get excited about most things, the way he practically beamed whenever he got any praise or so much as a smile from Owen.

So when Jacob came running up, rambling about the sandwiches Owen was hardly surprised. But he did make a show of it regardless, slowly stepping to the side and staring at Jacob - letting him see the two men Owen had been speaking to. "Apologies gentlemen, this is my...relatively new assistant. Clearly his manners are not as well trained as I thought they were" He remarked to the men, while still looking at Jacob. Gesturing for him to step forward and close to all three of them.

"Care to apologise to these men for interrupting our conversation Jacob?" He remarked, not questioned though - it was an order. Though the truth behind this whole apology was a little on the nose. After all, Owen wasn't exactly mad but he needed to keep up appearances. Plus it was an excuse to show Jacob off, in an outfit he'd made sure was tight enough to...well, show him off.

#c:owen #beefache

boysfromtheburbs

Teddy had never been shy about his body. The man always got out of showers naked, not caring who might've been around to see him. It was that kind of unabashed confidence that made him such a hit at the club and what drew casting directors to him. And it was clear that Peter hadn't been used to someone with so little shame. In fact, he took great pride in his body. He worked hard for it, so why shouldn't he show it off? It let him breathe easy and attracted all the right parties to his bedroom. It was a win-win for everyone, when he thought about it. But, he couldn't deny that the sweet look of embarrassment on Peter's face would be something he'd nut to later.

"Everything can wait, Parker. I promise I'll be just as dumb tomorrow as I am tonight. I'm not even drinking that much, so I'll see you bright and early tomorrow at the library, alright?" Teddy offered the flustered man a knowing wink. "And don't worry, I'll obviously be paying you for coming out tonight. I was excited to party with you, but I totally forgot we were supposed to tutor tonight. That's on me, man."

"I mean, kinda, dude." Teddy remarked back to his brother, never once stopping his stroking. It was a common occurrence for his brothers to see him enjoying himself. "I offered, but he didn't seem down for it. I doubt two of us will seal the deal. Unless?..." Teddy asked Peter with his eyes. "I'm down to share him with you if you're down, bro! But, I think he's headed out!"

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"You're not dumb Teddy, you just need a little help and that's uh, okay and-" Peter was trying to be supportive and genuine but it was a little difficult when the guy was shamelessly naked and winking at him and god was he still touching himself? Not that Peter could focus on that when one of Teddy's buddies and fellow house brothers (or whatever they called themselves) was entering the scene. Only for the two of them to talk about Peter like he wasn't even there, causing him to open his mouth a few times to interject before closing it and just feeling like he was somehow interrupting a conversation that was about him. It was perhaps a tad humiliating.

"I, uh, you guys know I can hear you right and I'm right here?" He finally managed to say, moving to maybe take a slight step back onto to feel the chest of then other guy right against him now. When the hell had he gotten so close? His heart racing, doe eyes widening and starting at Teddy in disbelief, almost like he was too nervous to look back at the guy behind him.

"You sure dude? He doesn't seem to be moving, looking like a deer in the headlights" The guy half joked, a hand moving down Peter's side to his hip, who was still stun locked with those wide eyes and parted lips in disbelief at the situation he found himself in. "What do ya say Ted? Can't we keep him?" Peter practically could hear the grin on the guy's face as he said that, once more talking about him in this moment.

#c:peter #boysfromtheburbs

smutbydaylight

Jonah was surprised to at just how reactive Spider-Man was to his words. Who knew that such a heroic guy would have such a filthy side to him. While Jonah wasn't actually a villain, part of him couldn't help but wonder just how far he could push the other. The other seemed so fast to give himself up and spread his hole. It was amazing that the young hero hadn't already been captured and turned into a free-use hole. Clearly it wasn't that hard." He chuckled to himself, feeling pretty pleased with himself for doing what so many had failed to do.

"I want you, my little hero. A pretty toy for me to use whenever I want." He groaned as the other began bouncing on his cock and babbling for him. He reached up and gripping the other's face, pulling him closer so he could kiss Spider-Man over the mask. "I'd make you give up that cute mask of yours. No time for Spider-Man when my cock needs a hole to fuck." He dropped his hand, fingers slowly wrapping around the other's throat. Just like the hero, Jonah was getting lost in the fantasy.

"Take it off. I want to see your face. I'm going to fuck you until you're a drooling mess." Jonah had always been the kind of person who liked rules and boundaries. It just so happened that he liked creating them for others just as much as he liked them for himself. So the idea of getting the great Spider-Man to truly submit to him in every sense of the world... Well it made Jonah suddenly understand the appeal in being a villain.

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The words sunk into Peter's head as he gave into the pleasure more and more, the reason he originally came here was long gone from his head as he desperately gripped those broad shoulders of Jonah's and bounced on that large cock for all he was worth. Those tight, perfect muscle of his straining and flexing with each thrust, giving the older man quite the view of New York's favourite hero ruining himself for the older man's pleasure. His cock achingly hard and bouncing along as he rode him up and down like his life depended on it.

His face flushed under the mask at the dirty words, calling him his little hero, a pretty toy and treating him like he was his personal property. The muffled kiss made Peter whine and whimper for more, dick twitching at those comments suggesting Spider-Man would be no more if Jonah needed him for something else, this little wicked fantasy they'd created becoming more and more intense with every passing second.

A strangled little noise passing his lips as the hand found his throat, his eyes looking dazed under that mask from that action alone and the command that followed making him whimper. "But Sir I...p-please, my identity" He begged weakly, whimpering but still tugged the mask up enough to show those pretty lips and strong jaw. A compromise or the start of him doing as he was told? Even Peter wasn't sure, but it did allow him to lean in and finally kiss that man properly, with trembling lips and his jawline brushing against Jonah's facial hair.

#c:peter #smutbydaylight

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ragtagrunaways

Dmitri's ability to challenge was something Christopher had always respected and, to a degree, admired. It was always far better to have somebody around you that wouldn't let things slide than people that exclusively pandered to you. It was hardly the first time they'd engaged in a conversation, and it always felt like they were probing for some chink in the other's guard. It's probaby what them both so effectie in their roles.

He didn't miss it. The way the mage's breath suddenly hitched as his wrists were grasped so easily. There was always somethign satisfying about catching Dmitri by surprise, and this moment was no exception. Even more so once their eyes met with the tilt of the other's head upward. Listening to each comment, while his hands guided. Aiming to move th eother's arms above his head while they spoke.

"You know, I don't think I mentioned the word taming, Dmitri. Is that your own desires slipping free?" Even this close was too far given the sudden shift in their dynamic. Weight adjusting until he could shift one of his legs in tot he space between the mages. Press in closer. "I do happen to spend time thinking about how you'd sound in the throes of pleasure, Dmitri, but I'm willing to bet you're just the same as me. How about you start confessing yourself, what you've spent so much time imagining me doing to you that you jumped straight to me taming you."

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"It's called reading between the lines darling" He retorted, though the use of darling as a pet name to Christopher was definitely new and signalled a shift in their dynamic - though perhaps that was already obvious given the situation they found themselves in. With the Warlord's big, strong hands holding his wrists and the space between them so non-existent. So much so, that Dmitri made his own bold move by leaning his head in so their noses brushed together. A deeply intimate act that teased a kiss he did not yet give the man. "When a warrior talks about restraining you and keeping you silent just so he can spend time with you alone...what else are you supposed to call it?" He murmured, dark eyes never leaving Christopher's.

A shiver ran down his spine as he felt those big thighs of the larger man's move in, causing Dmitri's legs to spread so he could move in - pressed so close, any closer and their bodies would be merging together. Feeling that big chest pressed against his, feeling small and a little helpless in his grasp...though Dmitri was never truly helpless, or so he liked to believe.

"Mm, turning my question back on me...are we too shy or scared to answer?" He challenged with a knowing smirk. "Or do you wish to hear me talk about my want for you, my desire...do you wish to know of the men I have brought to my chambers to know who you compete against...only to know none could compare to you?" He whispered against those lips. "That those big arms of yours spend too much time wielding weapons and not being used on me, that I watch you from my tower training and working...that your name has escaped my lips in the heat of pleasure?" He questioned and teased.

"Perhaps I would tell you those deepest desires you wish of me, but...I believe I asked you first and I'm not easily made to give in" He hummed, brushing their noses together. "So if you want my confession, you'll have to do so first my Warlord...or is that a challenge too great for you?"

#c:dmitri #ragtagrunaways

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"Well, it would hardly be my first tme using myself as a shield." Usually it was from enemy attacks, but situations changed rapidly and he could adjust accordingly. Probably. The next question was one that earned a low hum of consideration. Plenty of possibilities, but every thought seemed to have some conflicting aspect to it. "While I would like to share theories, I have to admit to struggling to see any that have any real weight to them."

Of course Dmitri then made him rather immediately regret his choice of words with the following questions. Even more so when it was aparent the other was waiting for an answer. Weight shifting, at least thankful the space was dark enough to hide any kind of flush. "Well, asking for one. You've never felt particularly disinclined to my company. Secondly, you let me close to you on a regular basis. Should I be seeking your company alone, well. I assume you still follow the typical rules of requiring either your mouth, your hands, or both to effectively spellcast? If I happened to get close enough to, say..." A moment, before he found something bolder to do. Reaching in the darkness, snagging both of Dmitri's wrists in his hands to guide against the wall behind him, and moving his head in closer to the others. "Find a way to restrain and silence you, I assume that would as well?"

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Dmitri had a habit of pushing people and not letting their comments slide or vague statements going unchallenged. Most bucked under that pressure or simply pulled away, refusing to meet the challenge. But some few did choose to meet the challenge and they were the ones Dmitri held most interest in...and it seemed Christopher was one of those people. "I suppose I don't, you may be a Warlord but I've had worse company...and you do seem to get rather eager when I show you attention, just something I've noticed" He commented, a twitch of a smirk on his lips as he shamelessly called him out.

Then came the move that even took the mage by surprise, feeling those big hands gripping his wrists and moving them against the wall. The bold act mixed with the physical dominance in that moment called Dmitri's breath to hitch, as Christopher moved in closer so the space between them was more limited. That broad, towering display of the man now so very close to the mage. Clearing his throat, chin tilting up to look at him.

"My, my - rather bold move indeed...trying to bind and silence a mage are we, Warlord?" He mused, dark eyes gazing up at him in the low light. "Is that what you think about then, having me to yourself and making sure I can't escape you, attempting to tame me?" He questioned, brow raised and his warm breath tickling the man's lips. "Suddenly makes your interest in the men I keep company with all the more revealing...but I think there's more to this" He hummed, eyes never leaving him. "Go on, keep confessing else I may just try and break free and leave you alone, which I know you'd hate oh so much."

#c:dmitri #ragtagrunaways

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