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☠ - slam my muse into a wall (daredevil, feel free to ignore)

The scuffle had been as violent as it had been abrupt, fists flying in the darkness as bullets and yells ricocheted off the walls. Roman cursed angrily as he strained his eyes to see where his gun had dropped amongst all the chaos, one of his idiot men having shot out the overhead lights when somebody quite literally dropped in on the group unannounced. "Down to three... what's wrong with you idiots..." He spat at a nearby body, ignoring the unconscious figure as instead his fingers reached towards a metallic glimmer he hoped was his missing firearm. This wasn’t his first rodeo dealing with a nuisance getting involved in his business. Roman had been through similar experiences before, it was only natural being a criminal in Gotham but few opponents he’d faced had been nearly as relentless or hard-hitting as whoever this fucker was. The ache in his hand was proof of that, a solid whack from the newcomer somehow forcing him to drop his weapon but Black Mask was nothing short of ferocious when it came to an all-out brawl. A third henchman dropped, and seizing the opportunity, Roman jumped up and rushed the figure. He fully intended on delivering a solid beatdown as payment for his hand, for the whole goddamn fucking mess he’d caused but underestimated just how well the newcomer could see in the gloom, able to tell he was coming even with his back turned. The world span as criminal and stranger struggled, ending with Roman’s back slamming solidly against the wall. He breathed heavily, both from the exertion of the struggle and having the wind knocked out of his lungs as he finally stared at the face of whoever this vigilante was.

“Just who the hell are you getting involved in my business? You ain’t no Bat...” Roman growled lowly, teeth bared in a blatant refusal to submit.

Role play or Porn on in the background?

Let’s Play A Game of This Or That? (NSFW Edition)

“Never got around to doing much roleplaying but I wouldn’t mind playing a game or two in the bedroom, yeah. It’d spice things up for sure, more than some lame ass porno playing in the background anyway.” Who the hell watched porn while having sex? Roman had no idea but he knew he liked focusing his attention directly onto his partner, with no other distractions but them and them alone. ”Now you’re putting a lot of fun ideas in my head. Just imagine... I could have a poor little victim tied up and completely at my mercy, with nothing to give but their sworn fealty in exchange for their life. Knowing their fate is in my hands, unable to do anything but squirm while I pass down judgement, it has a certain appeal. Or maybe they’re here to stop my wicked ways, and I need a reason to be convinced. Not that I plan on making it easy for them.” The possibilities were endless and he had to admit, they all proved tempting. He’d just have to find the right sort of person willing to play with him.

❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ (Matt)

There’s a thud as he pushes the vigilante hard against the wall, gloved hands wandering over his body aggressively. Matt’s sounds are music to his ears, the rumble of his deep voice questioning - no, demanding to know what Roman wanted in that moment, fuelling his own wild hunger. It’s enough to make his heart race, blood pounding through his veins as leather-clad fingers grope the demonic figure roughly, cursing under his breath at how obstructive he finds the fabric seperating their bodies to be. ”You. Get this. Off. I want to. Feel you. Make you mine.” Roman utters raggedly between harsh breaths. His teeth similarly preoccupy themselves along with his fingers, grazing the only unarmoured part of his visitor’s body. He doesn’t bite, not yet but he does nip sharply at that rugged jawline, momentarily finding himself growing curious as to who the man beneath the mask really was... but then those thoughts fade away, along with his better judgement as lust urges him on. Roman Sionis was a voracious man, greedy as he was volatile and cruel but in that moment, he wanted nothing more than the vigilante himself, to relive that experience of the first time they’d clashed. Whatever Daredevil’s name was, whoever he might be beneath that costume and his original purpose of coming here to Gotham, none of that mattered anymore. It was just the two of them, alone together like this in his office high up above the bustling streets down below. Suddenly he groans - the contact between them sends an unintentional jolt of pleasure through his groin, Roman’s hips thrusting hard against Matt’s own just as his hands did moments earlier. Fingers now ungloved firmly grasp the vigilante’s chin, the other hand settling on and squeezing a muscular armor-clad thigh. “Bedroom, last door over by the elevator. Unless you want to continue this bent over my desk?” Roman whispers, even though nobody else is around to overhear.

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Fire is a force to be respected but Roman has long since appreciated the power it holds and the raw destruction it’s capable of causing. Even as a child, he’d always been intrigued by flames, watching them crackle merrily in the fireplace but never could he have imagined how impressive a blaze could be once it had gotten out of control, seeing himself reflected in those dancing flames as early as then. Just as he couldn’t have begun to imagine the damage it would cause, he never imagined how powerful he would feel during the night he killed his parents. Their deaths were ruled an accident by the GCPD, finding that a careless cigarette had started the blaze upstairs while Mr. and Mrs. Sionis slept before the resulting smoke overcame them in their own bed. Unknown to the police, Roman had been at the scene all along, watching from the trees with his heart thumping in his chest as he watched the flames climb higher and higher, painting the night sky red as his parents perished in its fiery wake. His mother and father, who had long been the source of his aggravation and pain were at last no more and it was all because of him. Roman, who was no longer the child they could push around so easily had finally gotten his own back, kickstarting his criminal career by using one of man’s oldest tools to solve his biggest problem. Roman never forgot that night and how happy he felt, how powerful he was for getting rid of his parents without getting caught by the authorities. Watching the family home come alive with such warmth and brightness almost made all the years of suffering worth it... almost, and since then he’s appreciated fire very much, even though he too felt the wrath of its burning majesty a few years later during the incident that caused his mask to melt into his face. Even after that happened, Roman has no fear of fire but instead feels a kinship of sorts with the element, that his anger could well one day burn and burn until nothing was left.

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  (matt)

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃  "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑    𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

The tang of iron filling his mouth is intoxicating, tasting better than the finest bottle of whiskey he knows is safely tucked away in the nearby bedroom. The ache in his jaw is equally heady, teeth throbbing after taking a hard punch from the vigilante. Roman probes them cautiously with his tongue, finding to his delight (and rage) that Matt’s loosened one. With herculean effort, Roman turns the tables in their next turn, making use of both height and momentum to seize the initiative and switch their positions around, slamming the other man’s back against the wall hard. His chest heaves from the effort of doing so; Daredevil is not an easy opponent to tangle with but the exertion only fuels his racing heart, Roman latching his mouth onto the other’s just as hard. Blood, rage and lust all have their unique flavours and he relishes Matt’s, drinking it all in deep like a man slaking his thirst at an oasis. He lets him go a moment later, teeth bared as he fights for breath. “I hope you’re ready for round two, because I’m down to smash as soon as we’re done playing here.”

★? (Matt)

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“One of the biggest lies in the world is that crime doesn’t pay. Of course crime pays, because when it does, it’s called by a more respectable name.”

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’ve had a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

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His brow furrows at the sound of an all too familiar tapping at his window, pen paused mid-sentence at the voice whispering his name outside. Roman knows instantly that something is wrong; the back of his neck is prickling as he picks up Matt’s tone of distress. This was no late night visit to have some fun - his favourite ‘playmate’ as of the past few months was in trouble, the sound of his knuckles rapping desperately on the glass causes him to launch from his seat and into action without a second thought. The window flies open and Roman instantly sees him dressed in all black, the exposed lower half of his rugged face red as the colour of his actual suit. Matt’s body is bent double, straining with the effort of wrapping his arm tightly around his middle as he somehow manages to remain standing even after having scrambled all the way up here, balanced precariously on the uppermost window ledge. Roman is not gentle in his actions, seizing Matt’s good arm and dragging him bodily through the open window with a snarl. Gunfire follows mere seconds later, glass shattering overhead just as the vigilante hits the floor. Roman drops on top of Matt to cover him, cursing out loud as gleaming shards rain down upon them both, the sound of bullets flying overhead and making a real damn mess of his office. There’s a ringing in his pocket as well as his ears; Horsehead is on the other line and Roman’s fingers scramble to answer his call. "Horsehead! Yeah. I fucking know they’re here. Fuckers shot the goddamn window just as I walking by. Nope, not hurt. Get their asses. See if you can get any of ‘em alive, then call me after!” Roman is seething as he ends the call. The sounds outside are much louder now the window is destroyed, men arguing amongst themselves as they debate whether or not they killed their target, and if they should go inside to make sure he was really dead. More yelling is soon heard as others join the fray - Rocco and Dante bound outside, furious barks booming like thunder as his men set off in hot pursuit after Matt’s would-be killers. Speaking of Matt, Roman rolls off the vigilante with a grunt before staring down at him. Matt’s a goddamn mess, looking (and smelling) like he’d gone to live in the sewers with Killer Croc. Looked like he’d gone ten rounds with the big guy too, a busted lip adding to the blood steadily soaking the upper half of his black shirt.

"The fuck were you doing over on Bane’s turf? And don’t you fucking lie to me, I know his men when I see ‘em.” Roman hisses through gritted teeth. Angry fingers hook into the material of Matt’s hood, pulling it off to reveal the beaten, bloody mess that is the other man’s face. Christ almighty, he looked as though Bane had slammed him face-first into the concrete which, knowing the colossal venom addict, probably had. Roman’s eyes dart to the blood still trickling from Matt’s ear, breathing an audible sigh of relief as his fingertips come away red. Fortunately it’s only blood, no clearness to indicate cerebral fluid loss. He’d relax but it was clear to see that Matt was very, very hurt having just barely escaped death at the hands of Bane’s men, now trusting Roman at his most vulnerable not to kill him or take advantage of his badly beaten state. Well fuck. In for a penny, in for a pound. “One sec, just gonna grab that bottle of whiskey real quick...” Roman grumbles as he crawls over broken glass towards his desk to where the gleaming bottle had miraculously survived the onslaught of bullets. He can’t even smile as a scream is heard outside; frenzied snarling immediately follows as either Rocco or Dante tears into one of the intruders, eliciting an agonized wail as the dogs do their vicious work. A shame really. It was almost poetic that Matt’s hunters now found themselves the ones being hunted in his place.

Roman was his last resort and only option. After days of crawling out of the sewer and making his way towards the outskirts of Gotham, the injuries Bane had inflicted upon him were…absolute. Devastating. Every step he took was more painful than the last but he was not afford to slow down or rest, able to hear his pursuers steadily drawing closer. Bane’s Streetgang hunting him down to finish the job, kill the vigilante all in black, make it known what happens to those who try to stop the villains of Gotham from claiming the city as their own. He didn’t dare lead them back to Wayne Manor or anywhere else for that matter, knowing anywhere he went for shelter would be in danger.

Unless the person he turned to was a villain himself.

“Roman!” Hissing at the window, Matt leaned against the frame, not sure if he could keep himself upright if he hadn’t. The footsteps of his pursuers were growing closer in whatever bravery they had to approach this mansion or in sheer stupidity not to know who it belonged to. He guessed stupidity. Several quick raps on the glass and he began to worry, his throbbing head and busted eardrum making it hard to hear through the wall but the taunts and jeers of the approaching men were clear as day.

It was the same window he had slipped through many times before but for entirely different reason; a physical need for connection rather than safe haven. He would be a sight to see if Roman Sionis ever came to the window, that was for sure; a split lip, blood trailing out of his ear and down his neck, a bruise creeping up his cheekbone under the mask, possible fractured ribs, sprained ankle, the list went on. The voices drew closer and his knocks on the glass grew more frantic, one arm wrapped tightly around his middle as if he could simply hold himself together until he was somewhere safe.

“Roman! Open the window!”

@masquenoire

✿ (Matt)

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

“You’re a hard one to put down, Daredevil...”

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

🤍👄 ⚫ (Matt)

RELATIONSHIP TYPES

Send one or more emojis ( + descriptions ) for the kind of ship/dynamic you’d like to write with my muse! ( for multimuses, please specify. )

🤍 enemies to lovers

👄 a sexual, non-romantic relationship

⚫ enemies using each other out of convenience

*SLAPS HANDS DOWN ON THE TABLE* May, you know exactly how to read my mind and all these you picked? They’re perfect. What Roman and Matt have isn’t romantic in the slightest - it’s dark, twisted and utterly toxic, every bit as noxious as the smog polluting Gotham’s waters and skies and do you know what? I’m loving every second of it because let’s face it, Matt’s no angel, is he? In fact he’s quite a devil, and Roman would gladly corrupt him further, tempting him from the path of the vigilante and down an even darker route. Unlike a certain bat Black Mask usually deals with, Daredevil brings a whole array of new challenges to contend with. More than that, Matt has flaws, and it’s preceisely because of them that Roman is so drawn to the man. He’s violent, pushes others away and has a great many of his own demons to deal with, demons that Roman are all too familiar with. They both have needs that crave to be nourished and Roman will feed Matt’s so long as his own get fed in turn. There’s no bright side in being a vigilante. It’s thankless work, bloody and hard so why not be selfish every now and then? It’s not even your city anyway so why fight for it? Matt may intend on taking Roman down so the criminal can be brought before the court system and properly sentenced for his crimes but why end the game so soon? Especially when they’re both enjoying playing it so much. It’s not romantic in the slightest, how brutally they beat one another but the pain is invigorating, the thrill those those adreneline rushes and even more when they can’t keep their hands off one another a moment longer. Roman wants to push Matt, to see how far he can so and so what if they’re using each other? People use each other all the time and baby, he’s got what the vigilante needs.

Sitting on the edge of the windowsill, the vigilante waited for the unprecedented lover to walk by before speaking. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Roman. This is the last time..”

Just like on several previous occasions, Roman arrived at his office to find it wasn't as empty as he'd thought. A cool breeze was the first thing to greet him, directing his attention over to the open window where a masked figure he'd grown familiar with was sitting. The vigilante's rugged features were concealed beneath the imposing outfit he wore but Roman didn't need to see Matt's face to know the reason why he was here. "Happy Valentine's Day, Matt. Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't it the last time before? Not that I'm complaining about it..." Roman answered quietly, closing the door after himself. The soft click of a lock followed along with the sound of his pristine suit being taken off, discarded clothing hitting the floor as he slowly strode towards his prey. The evening breeze was a soothing balm against his heated skin, already flush with anticipation as he grabbed the other man's hand and yanked him up onto his feet. Like a tiger going for the kill, Roman's teeth grazed Matt's lips, claiming his mouth with a fierce kiss. Ungloved fingers traced familiar paths, helping the other man shed the protective layers of his outfit - the criminal was equal parts hungry as he was greedy for his lover's touch and who could blame him? Work had been riding his ass all week long and a tumble with the vigilante was exactly what he needed right now. "In that case, guess we'd better make this a night to remember."

“Just a scratch? Do you think I’m dumb enough to believe the shit you’re saying right now? Because I’ve seen tigers give lighter maulings than this,” Roman growled. Scratch was putting it lightly; Matt looked like he’d crawled from Hell, with every evil claw determined to keep him there. His hands, never that gentle, were careful at the very least as he accesses the damage. “So, was it a tiger? It had better been for you to come here looking like this.”

OPEN STARTER

"...I'm fine...it's just a scratch..."

checklist (Matt)

Send “checklist” and my muse will fill out the list below with their thoughts about yours!

"You cost me a pretty penny thanks to your latest stunt. I think you and I both know how you can make it up to me..."

I find you to be:

[X] interesting [ ] cute [X] attractive [X] sexy [ ] reassuring [X] intimidating (in the sexiest way) [X] annoying (You're too good at disrupting my men's work) [ ] tedious [ ] terrifying

I think we should:

[X] talk more [ ] hang out more [X] date (I do crime, you come and 'stop' me) [ ] adopt each other as found family [X] fight (friendly) [X] fight (hostile) [ ] avoid each other if at all possible

If we spent an evening together we would:

[X] just hang out (Depends if you're the 'hanging out' type) [X] talk about deep stuff (Gonna preach at me?) [ ] cuddle (We're as cuddly as cacti and just as much as pricks) [ ] go to bed together (to sleep) [X] go to bed together (to… not sleep) [X] go out and party till sunrise [ ] both get arrested (you're trying to get me arrested!!) [X] probably wind up killing each other

If we kissed it would be:

[ ] a chaste press of lips [ ] a playful smooch [ ] swift and stolen [ ] deep, sweet, and sincerely meant [X] all teeth and tongue and hot as heck [ ] not happening

If we had sex it would be:

[ ] romantic and luxurious [X] fast, rough and hard [X] against the nearest wall [X] fantastic [ ] awkward [X] a really bad idea [ ] an all-around disaster [ ] not happening (It happened lol)

If I woke up and found you unexpectedly in my bed I would:

[ ] cuddle you [X] offer you breakfast [X] attempt to seduce you (One more round before you go?) [ ] kick you out (I trust you know your way out by now) [ ] demand to know how you got there [ ] scream

Matt Murdock / Clint Barton / Bucky Barnes        - penned by may  independent rp / selective / 18+ / mutuals only promo credit {x}

“Happy Birthday, Roman.” For the first time, Matt wasn’t waiting at the window for Roman to let him in. He sat shirtless on the man’s desk, a bottle of high end bourbon next to him. Leaning forward, his fingers curled around the edge of the desk as his head tilted curiously to the side, listening closely for the sound of any wavering. “I thought we could celebrate…”

Well, wasn't this a pleasant surprise? Roman can't help but rumble appreciatively at the sight that met his eyes, Matt sitting shirtless on his desk after having let himself in. The bottle of high end boubon was also welcome but right now the crime lord had set his sights on higher prizes, eyes roving hungrily over the other's chest. "Bourbon? You sure know how to spoil a man, Matt..." Roman says softly, locking the door behind him. If anyone dared disturb them, he'd not sure how he'll restrain himself from killing them where they stood. Today had been shit enough but the vigilante had come through, with promises to end the day on a better note than it had started. He can't help but admire the other man's muscles as he leans forwards on the desk, gleaming maple making Matt's pale skin stand out so much more. Every rolling muscle, every scar exposed and on show for his eyes only make Roman want him more, striding forth like a hunter to claim his prize. His jacket hits the floor, followed by his own shirt and tie which lies forgotten in a soft heap as he approaches the desk, bare palms gliding over the vigilante's heated skin before he too takes a seat after having fetched two glasses for them to drink from. Well, it would be rude to get started without even opening the bottle and offering Matt a drink for how long he must have waited. "You'll be pleased to know my schedule tonight is empty so we got all the time in the world to celebrate, just you and me. Not gonna lie, I've had a shit day. Feel like helping make it better, hero?" Roman asks playfully, knowing Matt was more than capable of doing just that.

🌟(A bit cheeky to ask, but Matt? 👀)

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Matt is completely addicted to being with Roman. It satisfies him on a deeply profound level that he's never experienced with anyone else. The more and more he returns to Roman, he keeps telling himself it will be the last time but the more he tries to stay away from him, the more the desire grows. He can feel himself beginning to slip and going out less on patrol, going to Roman's mansion instead. But he doesn't know if he cares because when he's with Roman, the rest of the world melts away and for a short period he feels whole.

@masquenoire

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Thank you so much, May! Right back at you with this one for always putting up with my nonsense, and for writing such amazing boys in Matt, Bucky and Steve! They are fantastic muses whom Roman (and Kirk!) love bothering very much. Never forget that you are such a positive influence both as a person and a writer, because I honestly don't think I would have stuck it out with Roman were it not for you? His relatationship with Matt is one I hold very dear to my heart, how complicated it is and the hurt, oh boy the angst! You make being on here so worthwhile so... have a million of these right back atcha! 💕

Matt's answer came in the form of another sharp slap on his ass, the crack of leather upon skin echoing in the expanse of his empty office. Roman was in his element, delighting in the pained hiss slipping out from between Matt's gritted teeth. Every gasp, every moan forced out of the man was music to his ears and best of all, Matt had come seeking this out willingly, offering himself and his toned ass for the crime lord to use as he saw fit. "Bad boy, telling me what to do. Luckily for you, I'm in a good mood..." Roman purred, kneading the glowing flesh of Matt's rump. Another rough slap was promptly delivered, both to punish Matt for speaking out of turn and simply because Roman was indulging himself as much as he was indulging his toy. Sex and torture were two of Roman's most favourite things but it was very rare he got to enjoy both of them together. Luckily for him, Matt had proven himself an eager participant and a glutton for punishment. Satisfied that the vigilante had been sufficiently rebuked, Roman tugged off his gloves, laying bare hands across Matt's bruised cheeks. His ass had to be screaming at this point and the crime lord took a moment to admire his handiwork, marveling at the mural of red and blue patterns marring sculpted flesh. He smirked; Matt hadn't even healed fully before coming back for round... oh, which was this now, four? Five perhaps? Every time Matt swore it was the last, but then he came slinking back for just one more, like an addict would come crawling for Drops. And like any good supplier, Roman would gladly deliver the next fix, for a price. "Raise your ass higher, I ain't finished yet." The crime lord growled roughly, hooking an arm around the other man's middle even if Matt was more than ready to comply. He'd love to smack that ass until morning but Roman was growing impatient, silicone toy bobbing between the other man's thighs. It had been generously lubed up while Roman contented himself with abusing Matt's cheeks but now he was craving to make the man his, bent over his desk and begging for more. Fingertips and toy alike teased Matt some more, Roman's strap-on tantalizingly close to pushing in already. Oh, Matt was so ready, probably had been ever since he came in through the window like he always did, the slut. Yet another reason why he liked the vigilante so much, that even though he tried stopping Roman in-between romantic visits (he did), Matt was every bit as sinful as the devil he modeled himself after and didn't pretend otherwise, not when the two of them were alone like this. "You gonna be a good boy for me now, Matt? You'd better, I cleared my schedule just for this so it's gonna be a long night for us both." Roman rumbled, teasing Matt's tight hole with the head of his strap-on. The gesture was as clear as unspoken words could be: Not yet, not until you beg for it.

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