Marco Bodt

+This is an RP blog for the one and only Marco Bodt.+ M!A: None Text post format for me is under construction. Dunno wether to highlight or bold my words.

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reviving and revamping, starting fresh, dropping (most) threads- don't hate me, just think I should de-clutter everything before I pick this up again. not deleting any posts.

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"Closet"

» 4. Make out session

Marco didn’t even want to go to this party. Jean had made him, insisting that it would be fun, but they were forced into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. He has to admit he was jealous every time Jean was chosen to go in with an unsuspecting person, but he couldn’t miss a sour look on his face every time Marco ended up with someone else.All he wants to do is go back to his and Jean’s apartment. He won’t be able to take this any longer. After five minutes of zoning out, he realizes it’s his turn to go into the closet. They nearly push him towards the direction of the closet, and once Marco opens the door, he breathes a sigh of relief as he sees Jean’s familiar back. Closing the door and spinning him around, he pulls Jean in for a kiss.

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It was a bit embarrassing Jean was this sensitive and ready to cum at any moment after barely any touches. He groaned when he felt a finger inside of him, but he knew Marco was intentionally avoided the spot that would make him whine. He felt the hand wrap around the base of his cock and he knew he wouldn’t be able to cum for a little while. He groaned out of frustration, he liked Marco being in control, but he couldn’t stand being denied an orgasm, yet at the same time he loved it. He loved seeing the more dominant side of Marco, especially when he gave him orders but when he wasn’t able to cum he was reduced to begging and moaning in no time."Yes I did." Jean knew he probably didn’t deserve to cum now, because what he did to Marco could have been viewed as plain cruel, but in his defense he won a bet and wanted to take full advantage of it. “Now please Marco please let me cum,” Jean whined. When he felt Marco rub his prostate relentlessly he mewled. He tried to buck his hips in Marco’s direction but he was still pinned down by Marco’s weight. His toes were curling and uncurling in frustration and he pulled at Marco’s cock quickly. Jean wasn’t sure how long Marco had been teasing him, but it felt like eternity. With every stroke he felt closer and closer to his orgasm but he just couldn’t. “Please,” he begged. When Marco finally gave him permission he came only seconds after, barely able to say Marco’s name. "Marr-co, shit Marco." He barely even heard Marco’s command to say his name it just came naturally to Jean, the only thing he would say during sex was either Marco’s name of a mix of colorful curses. Once he came down from his high he looked at Marco smiling, “Love you,” he whispered before giving him a big kiss on the lips. Part of him wished that they didn’t do it in the water, because now they both probably needed showers. 

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As soon as Jean came, he nearly felt like he was going to faint because of how amazing he sounded, screaming and cursing and arching his back. And the way his muscles flexed and twisted- it was absolutely beautiful to him. To be honest, every little bit of him was beautiful; but of course, he would have to refrain from using that word because he’s pretty sure that Jean doesn’t like to be called that kind of thing. Handsome, maybe. But adorable, cute, beautiful, gorgeous? Probably not. Smiling sweetly and lazily, he’s a bit dazed until he feels something… Warm. On his skin.

"Ah, s-shit… We should probably get out, you know, before we need to take another bath. Heh." It takes a moment for him to gather up the strength to finally stand up, stumbling a little and using his boyfriend for support when he nearly loses balance. "Oh. Sorry." Biting his lip while stepping out, cold air hits him and automatically sends a shiver down his spine. Sitting down on the closed toilet seat after grabbing a towel, he makes sure to dry off his face and torso before moving to his legs which are soaked with scattered bits of cum everywhere on them. Giggling a little, he looks over at Jean. "You know, you sound pretty cute like that. Maybe I should top more often." There’s the word. Cute. Smirking a little pridefully, he stands up and leans his front against the wall so he can wipe off his backside. It was odd, really, to be comfortable in front of Jean while completely naked. Not that it secretly bothers him- just knowing that the other doesn’t mind his appearance at all is a little… Comforting, to say the least. "As a matter of fact, I call dibs on topping next time. Just because. If that’s okay with you, of course. Not right away, either, ’cause I think I’m gonna be a little sore for a while." A little was an understatement. He can’t even walk, much less speak with a voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.

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After Jean came down from his high he realized what Marco was saying was true, he stood up behind Marco and was about to hop out of the tub when he boyfriend nearly fell over, luckily Jean caught him right before impact. After pulling him up safely back onto his feet Jean just smiled. “On no you’re fine just don’t get hurt.” There wasn’t really any need to apologize, Jean was just happy Marco wasn’t injured. Hopping out of the tub just made Jean miss the nice warm water, even though Jean wished he could jump back into the tub, the air wasn’t too bad considering the steam warmed it up a tad. He was in the middle of drying off when Marco spoke calling his noises cute, he shot him a look of somewhat annoyance, but still tried to keep things playful. Cute was just too feminine of a word for Jean to relate to himself, “I’d rather be called sexy,” Jean mumbled when he was wrapping a towel around himself. “Hell yeah you should top more,” Jean spoke excited about their possible future encounters. 

Jean was able to notice how tired Marco’s legs were, and trying to avoid any form of accident he was willing to bring Marco back clothes so he could get dressed. “I’ll grab clothes,” Jean announced before he even completed drying off. Even though now Jean tried to focus himself more on getting any excess water on his skin off, he snuck a few furtive glances at his boyfriend andJean thought to himself was how lucky he was to have someone as incredible as Marco. He figured he was dry enough and opened the bathroom door, the cold air hit him and a shiver ran through his body. The frigid air was refreshing, but a bit uncomfortable, turning back to Marco Jean spoke. "I’ll be right back give me one minute," He headed out closing the door behind him. He returned not too long after, dressed in a comfortable looking t-shirt and boxer briefs. He handed Marco one of his shirts and boxers to dress himself with; Jean always loved the way his boyfriend looked dressed in his shirts.  

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Marco hisses through grit teeth as he feels the cold air hit his wet skin, shivering a little as he gladly leans into Jean's support on his body. His legs are shaking a little and he's sore all over, but otherwise he feels perfectly fine. Besides, having a comforting dork of a boyfriend is actually much, much better than it sounds. Especially when he gets all flustered and mad whenever Marco calls him something along the lines of 'cute' or 'adorable', though he does snicker a little at his reaction rather than provoke him even longer. "Don't worry, babe. You're perfectly sexy to me." And in that moment, he sincerely wished that he had the strength to walk over and grab his ass just to add to the effect. "You have my word, then. Next time you could ride me or something, unless you'd like me to take you against the wall, Jean..." Voice dipping low into a seductive purr near the end of the sentence, he breaks the mood with an airy laugh just to frustrate his boyfriend even further. Marco raised his eyebrows when he says that he'll go get clothes. It would definitely be... interesting to see what Jean liked him to wear, to say the least. He hums and stares a bit too obviously at him as he attempted to dry off any more stubborn droplets of water, thoroughly appreciating the curve and build of his legs, body, arms and- he has to turn away from him now. No. There's no way he's going to have a round three, there's absolutely no way he'd be able to handle that. Though he will keep the mental picture of it in his mind. Humming in response to his statement, he calms himself down enough to face him again when he comes back. Gingerly taking the shirt in his hands, he deeply inhales the sweet scent, staying like that a little before pulling it over his head. He wiggles into his boxers, smiling up at Jean before speaking. "Lets see if I can make it to the bed without tripping, shall we?"

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Moon of my Life

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The brown horse neighed and pushed its nose against the stable boy’s chest. It was a beautiful animal, a fine breed with long legs and a broad chest. Mane and tail were black as the night itself, and it had a white star between its twitching ears. Jean loved the animal. "Yes, you are a good boy. Now stop eating my hair and get that fucking hoof off the ground!" The stable boy ripped the horse’s leg up and began to scratch the dirt off its hoof. The tournament would begin in the afternoon and Jean had to get ready. His crush would be there, and he had to impress the boy. Jean ruffled his sandy blond hair and sighed. He sat the hoof down and picked up a brush. He began to work on the horse’s fur, brushing all the dust and dirt out and leave behind nothing but shiny hair. Having a crush on the prince of Killaly was fucking stupid. Jean had met Marco half a year ago, on a celebration. The king had turned 50 years old and the whole kingdom had been enjoying the festivities. Jean had been offered a loaf of long white bread with lots of garlic and cheese; the donator had been a young Lord. He had taken it with a bright smile and thanked him eagerly. And while chewing on his gift (cheesy garlic bread was his favourite since then), the royal family had appeared on the castle’s rendition balcony. Jean had nearly dropped his bread. The crowd had thrown thousands of arms and and cheered towards their beloved king and queen. Jean did not give a fuck about them. His eyes had been stuck onto the boy next to the couple. Jean had just moved into the capital. His parents were farmers, and there was not enough space for him at home with five siblings. Luckily, he had wanted to leave anyways; not that he didn’t love his parents, that was not it. Jean just wanted to work in a big town and live out his passion for horses in a job. Marco van Bodt, crown prince of Killaly, called “the warm-hearted”, was beautiful. Jean had climbed up a carriage filled with hay and climbed to the pile’s top. He had slumped into the soft material and stared at the boy. The garlic burned on his tongue. Marco’s face was close enough for him to see brown eyes that shimmered with happiness. He raised his hand and waved at the crowd, making young man smirk and woman screech. Oh god he was so cute. His freckles beamed under the sun’s light, and nobody could resist that fucking adorable smile. Ever since that day, half a year ago, he had been trying to get closer. There was only one problem: Marco was so fucking far off his level it wasn’t even funny anymore. The man was famous, royal, handsome and probably already promised to some old fat fucker. At least Jean thought so. And then, the tournament and its prize was announced. A kiss. A kiss by the prince. Marco van Bodt’s wonderful lips pressed against some old fucker’s - or against his own. Well, and that had made Jean into a criminal. The young man was so in love he forgot all reasonable thinking. And so he stole himself a full armour together. He sneaked into the blacksmith’s forge and stole metal, and made it into his own shin guards and shoulder parts. He was ready. Nobody knew he was a mere stable boy but the people he worked with. And Jean had made sure none of them would attend the tournament. The final day had come. He stood down in the arena with about fifty other contestants. Most of them were bulky or overly muscular. Jean gave a short “tsk” and grabbed his sword tighter. He would have to win against all of them, for Marco. Jean’s gaze darted over the space, up to the audience. There he was, the prince. He looked so cute and slightly bored.

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Marco was starting to feel hot now, even though he was under the wonderful shadow of the awning. So he waves someone over to start fanning him, mumbling about how they should take a seat and not stand there for the entire time because this would surely take a while. And as disinterested as he looked, he was actually quite intrigued, observing every knight who looked up just to get a glimpse of him, only to see them miserably fail moments later. And he giggles as soon as he sees one of the most inexperienced knights ever get flung high off a horse, even going as far as to applaud the very man who did it. Serves them right, only joining this tournament in a lame attempt to see Marco up close. It's kind of upsetting to see them leave, too, since they all probably put a lot of thought into cleaning their horses and polishing their armor. It was almost... Cute. And at one point, when a knight in gold-plated armor and another clad in gleaming white got off their horses to start squabbling for a good five minutes, Marco yawned- leaning towards the side where the unnamed servant continuously blows cold air on him. His eyes stray to the knights still waiting, and while he couldn't exactly make out most of their faces, he could see their build and hair color. Most of them were large and muscular, complete with hideous bald spots that even he could see from all the way up here. There were few skinny ones, and most of those were most likely women; if he squints he can barely bake out breast plates on them. Except for one. Eyebrows creased, he stares intently at a golden-haired knight. Why would he be entering a tournament like this with a build like that? He's probably one of those stupid sons of noble people who wish only for the power... But he does have to admit that he's cute... But this is only from a distance that he sees him. If the knight makes it to the top ten, then he'd be able to greet him at a formal event. It's too bad that Marco thinks he won't even last two seconds. And if he's wrong or not? He has absolutely no idea. When the person started looking up at him (he thinks so, at least) he turns his head back to the main event. The knights have been pulled apart and are now on their horses, ready to go. Both of them seem to have a good thing going for them, so it would be hard to see who- He couldn't even finish his thought. The golden-plated knight was thrown off of his horse, and is that...? Leaning forward in his chair, he can indeed confirm that there was blood, coming from the very place that wasn't covered- probably deliberately hit, too. Sitting back against the soft padding once more, he sincerely hopes that the one in white gets what's coming to him. Throwing his hands up while cheering because he seriously injured someone? Way too arrogant for his own good. As the man was taken away in a stretcher to be treated by the best doctors in the kingdom, his eyes wander back to the knights. One of the scrawny ones is hunched over, probably throwing up whatever bread he had for breakfast. And it looks like the blonde one from earlier is up next.

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[text] We need to talk ((any is fine uvu

[text] what happened?

[amarcobodt]

{text} well {text} I thought it would be too hard to say to you face to face or over a call but I did warn you… I found your stash of cigarettes and hid them. all of them.

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[text]: YOU DID WHAT??

[text] hell no marco

[text]: you can’t do that! you’re only going to make me spend more money on buying new ones!!

[text]: give them back.

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{text} im sorry Eren but I had to {text} i won't give you the information on where they are so easily either {text} and good. the more i take, the more you buy, the faster you can't afford them

[amarcobodt]

"Take me" //For Jean owo and Hi! :3

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53. “Why don’t you come sit in Mommy/Daddy’s lap?”“Shhh, Jean. I’ve heard enough of your rambling.” Dipping his voice low with just enough force that will definitely catch his boyfriends attention, he leans back in his armchair and sighs. Sometimes he loves listening to him go on and on about something, just to hear his voice. This is, however, not won’t of those times.

“Why don’t you come sit in Daddy’s lap?”

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"-And then she was all like ‘why don’t you just-" Jean paused mid-sentence, mouth still agape to finish off his last word, though Marco’s sudden change of tone had practically destroyed his train of thought. Blushing till his cheeks were a faint tint of red, Jean glanced over at Marco, "D-daddy?" he gulped, the word making him blush even more, "Well if you say so…" managing a small smile, the blonde shuffled over to Marco, slowly crawling onto his lovers lap, arms around his neck, "This okay for you, Daddy?" he murmured.

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Just as Marco had expected, Jean stopped his slightly irritating rant in a split second. Giving a short little nod and a soft smile when he questions the word, he gestures for him to come over. Helping him get situated on his lap with his hands more or less on his ass, he grins, nodding as a little purr comes from the back of his throat. “Yeah. You know, Jean, you're such a good boy like this, but sometimes I think I need to do something about that dirty mouth of yours, running off insults and curses without a second thought.” Sliding his hands slowly up Jean's waist, he traps him on his lap, keeping him right where he is with ease.

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"Yeah I guess you were," Jean said as he dipped another fry in his shake before eating it laughing at how excited Marco was about such a simple thing; but that was something Jean really loved about Marco. His boyfriend was able to get excited about even small things and that just put Jean in a good mood. Jean was still unsure of how he felt about going so hard on Marco, assuming it was the first time he was spanked it was pretty rough, but he was handling it extremely well. Jean just remembered he never was able to tell Marco why he had come home early, but he figured that thought was long gone by now. Honestly, Jean didn’t even care if he caught Marco masturbating, he understood it was healthy to do so and it really helped with stress relief; the main reason Jean punished Marco was just for cumming without warning or permission; but all of this stuff was in the past and Jean just pushed it out of his mind. “Marco I was just kinda curious to know like,” Jean felt a little weird asking this but he decided he really wanted to know the answer. "When did you find out you were into spanking and like what other kinks and stuff do you have?" Jean knew this question could cause an awkward situation, but he figured since they were dating they might as well be blunt and forward with each other. Jean never would have guessed he would be into spanking or intentionally inflicting pain on a partner, but now it actually appealed to him. After all, there was no need to hold back with each other, trying new things was healthy for their relationship and it could turn out to be extremely fun. 

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The throbbing hasn’t gone down at all, and it probably won’t for a while. He had no idea that this was the kind of sting Jean had to put up with- though it is pleasurable as much as it is uncomfortable. “Babe, do you mind rubbing it a bit when we’re done eating…?” He asks this in hopes for some form of relief; what’s a better way to get it than through his boyfriend’s hands? Although the tone Jean had was a little suggestive and quite honestly nervous, Marco was surprised to hear the question, pausing a little with a fry hovering right in front of his mouth. After recovering from the initial shock, a blush dusts over his cheeks as he shoves it into his mouth, chewing on it while thinking of what to say next. “W-Well… I’m kind of into name-calling, dirty talk, being treated like a pet or a toy. T-Things like that, but there’s more, I guess…” He takes a deep breath, looking away as he picks off the last of his fries in an attempt to hint his reddening cheeks. “There’s praise, like being called ‘good boy’ and then there’s things like being called ‘naughty/bad boy’. H-Humiliation, too. Oh, orgasm delay and denial, being held down or tied down, also. I'm not gonna lie- it doesn't matter wether this is done to me or if I do this to you. Sorry f-for being too straightforward about this, Jean, I… If you’re willing to do this kind of stuff with me, then I guess I could lift the ban on ‘no sex’. Though we’d have to wait a day or two for my ass to cool off, heh…” Laughing a bit nervously, he begins to drink his shake just so he doesn’t have to see Jean’s expression. Who knew Marco Bodt, of all people, would be into this kind of stuff?

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"Take me" //For Jean owo and Hi! :3

Put “Take Me” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-60 and give you a sentence starter!

53. "Why don’t you come sit in Mommy/Daddy’s lap?"“Shhh, Jean. I've heard enough of your rambling.” Dipping his voice low with just enough force that will definitely catch his boyfriends attention, he leans back in his armchair and sighs. Sometimes he loves listening to him go on and on about something, just to hear his voice. This is, however, not won't of those times.

“Why don't you come sit in Daddy's lap?"

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"What are you doing up so late?"

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"Are you sure?"

"I never meant to hurt you."

"Forgive me."

"I don’t understand."

"Have you ever been afraid like this?"

"I don’t want to talk to you anymore."

"You wouldn’t understand."

"How could you do this?"

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"Closet"

» 4. Make out session

Marco didn’t even want to go to this party. Jean had made him, insisting that it would be fun, but they were forced into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. He has to admit he was jealous every time Jean was chosen to go in with an unsuspecting person, but he couldn’t miss a sour look on his face every time Marco ended up with someone else.All he wants to do is go back to his and Jean’s apartment. He won’t be able to take this any longer. After five minutes of zoning out, he realizes it’s his turn to go into the closet. They nearly push him towards the direction of the closet, and once Marco opens the door, he breathes a sigh of relief as he sees Jean’s familiar back. Closing the door and spinning him around, he pulls Jean in for a kiss.

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It was a bit embarrassing Jean was this sensitive and ready to cum at any moment after barely any touches. He groaned when he felt a finger inside of him, but he knew Marco was intentionally avoided the spot that would make him whine. He felt the hand wrap around the base of his cock and he knew he wouldn’t be able to cum for a little while. He groaned out of frustration, he liked Marco being in control, but he couldn’t stand being denied an orgasm, yet at the same time he loved it. He loved seeing the more dominant side of Marco, especially when he gave him orders but when he wasn’t able to cum he was reduced to begging and moaning in no time."Yes I did." Jean knew he probably didn’t deserve to cum now, because what he did to Marco could have been viewed as plain cruel, but in his defense he won a bet and wanted to take full advantage of it. “Now please Marco please let me cum,” Jean whined. When he felt Marco rub his prostate relentlessly he mewled. He tried to buck his hips in Marco’s direction but he was still pinned down by Marco’s weight. His toes were curling and uncurling in frustration and he pulled at Marco’s cock quickly. Jean wasn’t sure how long Marco had been teasing him, but it felt like eternity. With every stroke he felt closer and closer to his orgasm but he just couldn’t. “Please,” he begged. When Marco finally gave him permission he came only seconds after, barely able to say Marco’s name. "Marr-co, shit Marco." He barely even heard Marco’s command to say his name it just came naturally to Jean, the only thing he would say during sex was either Marco’s name of a mix of colorful curses. Once he came down from his high he looked at Marco smiling, “Love you,” he whispered before giving him a big kiss on the lips. Part of him wished that they didn’t do it in the water, because now they both probably needed showers. 

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As soon as Jean came, he nearly felt like he was going to faint because of how amazing he sounded, screaming and cursing and arching his back. And the way his muscles flexed and twisted- it was absolutely beautiful to him. To be honest, every little bit of him was beautiful; but of course, he would have to refrain from using that word because he's pretty sure that Jean doesn't like to be called that kind of thing. Handsome, maybe. But adorable, cute, beautiful, gorgeous? Probably not. Smiling sweetly and lazily, he's a bit dazed until he feels something... Warm. On his skin. "Ah, s-shit... We should probably get out, you know, before we need to take another bath. Heh." It takes a moment for him to gather up the strength to finally stand up, stumbling a little and using his boyfriend for support when he nearly loses balance. "Oh. Sorry." Biting his lip while stepping out, cold air hits him and automatically sends a shiver down his spine. Sitting down on the closed toilet seat after grabbing a towel, he makes sure to dry off his face and torso before moving to his legs which are soaked with scattered bits of cum everywhere on them. Giggling a little, he looks over at Jean. "You know, you sound pretty cute like that. Maybe I should top more often." There's the word. Cute. Smirking a little pridefully, he stands up and leans his front against the wall so he can wipe off his backside. It was odd, really, to be comfortable in front of Jean while completely naked. Not that it secretly bothers him- just knowing that the other doesn't mind his appearance at all is a little... Comforting, to say the least. "As a matter of fact, I call dibs on topping next time. Just because. If that's okay with you, of course. Not right away, either, ’cause I think I'm gonna be a little sore for a while." A little was an understatement. He can't even walk, much less speak with a voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.

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1- Rough Sex 2- Soft Sex 3- Kiss on any part of body 4- Me tied to your bed for a day 5- Passionate Kiss 6- Quick Kiss 7- Shower Sex 8- Slow Sex 9- I’m your sex slave for the day

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Jean guessed Marco had never tasted a fry dipped in a shake before by his reaction. Jean was unsure where exactly he picked up this little habit, he vaguely remembered it being from TV show but he was glad that it started because it always tasted delicious. "Yeah it’s pretty good right?" Jean observed Marco dip his chicken in the shake next, and although it was a little unorthodox he imagined it didn’t taste bad. "Yeah it might hurt for a little while, I went pretty hard." Jean realized Marco was definitely in worse pain than he was, the last time he was spanked Marco just used a hand not a belt. He realized his lover might have trouble sitting for quite some time like he did, but the pain would eventually fade. Marco was the one who made the deal that if one of them did get caught there would be consequences anyways, so Jean didn’t feel that bad. Jean wasn’t even angry he caught Marco, he more was aggravated that Marco came without Jean’s approval. Despite the fact that Marco may have deserved the spanking. he would be willing to do anything to make Marco feel better, once his hunger was satisfied. "I’m glad they helped even a little, but yeah sitting here talking sounds good to me. I don’t really feel like doing anything else right now anyways." Jean wanted to ask Marco about all the other things he liked in bed, but was unsure of how to bring the topic up. "Anything in particular you wanted to talk about, because I have a few topics if you want." Most of Jean’s questions involved sex, but he figured after a mind blowing session like before sex could be a very likely thing on Marco’s mind as well. 

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"I heard about it, actually. Never imagined it would taste so good with any kind of brand, McDonalds most of all. Guess I'm wrong, huh?" Eagerly dipping nugget after nugget in there, totally ignoring his stomach screaming for him to eat something else other than that. Every time he saw someone do it, he figured it would be disgusting and didn't want to waste his drink or any food. But now that they had none to waste, he was curious enough to try it. "Don't worry, babe. It's fine- I honestly couldn't be mad at you, anyways. I was the one who made that rule in the first place, so please just believe me." Offering him a little smile, he licks around his mouth to clean up any chocolate that littered the area. Doing anything but sitting here and being lazy sounded horribly exhausting and painful, especially when his ass is still throbbing in all the wrong ways. He starts to eat the nuggets dry since his stomach was having none of it, rumbling in protest a few times. Looking over the expanse of food that Jean brought back with him once more, he begins to fully understand exactly how much stuff they'll have leftover, taking the fact that his stomach is already starting to feel full into account. Setting the nuggets down so he can clearly talk to Jean, he looks over them while propping his face up on his elbow. "Sure! I can talk about anything you want, really. Go ahead and hit me with them." He honestly didn't care what topics they were, as long as they were talking. It's a good way to get his mind off of the pain that is currently haunting the back of his mind.

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What the fuck, what the actual fuck.

[text] Marco what the hell? Check your contacts before you send your dick man

[amarcobodt]

{text} wait- ohhhnO NOBODY WAS MEANT TO SEE THAT I SENT YOU THE WRONG PICTURE THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT IM SOSORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME JEAN

[amarcobodt]

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The brunet felt his cheeks heat up slightly at the others comment, his eyes flickering away from the others for a brief moment.”A-Am not- not in the slightest,” Eren muttered, his head shaking slightly from side to side as he did so.

Marco slowly walks up to him, smiling like an idiot at Eren's reaction. "Don't deny it... You totally are. Stop lying, unless you'd like me to prove it to you?" At this point, he stops with his walking after he comes right up next to him.

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