#spot colon

Warnings: smut, oral

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• Jack and Spot always tried hiding their relationship with one another
• The only time they’d ever get alone time together was at night
• Jack always sneaking over, meeting Spot under the bridge
• This day in particular it seemed that both boys were filled with frustration
• It quickly turned into a fight for dominance between the two
• Even with Spot being shorter than the Manhattan leader he got Jack beat
• Jack immediately melted and gave in the second Spot’s lips touched his 
• The kiss quickly became heated when Jack ran his fingers through Spot’s hair
• Pulling him in closer, both of their tongues exploring the other’s mouth
• Spot seemed unable to hold back 
• His throbbing length aching for relief
• He grabbed a fist full of Jack’s hair
• Pushing him down to his knees while his free hand undid his pants
• Spot hardly gave Jack anytime to part his lips before his pushed his length all the way in
• Feeling Jack gag around him only made Spot groan
• His hips started to buck quickly
• Jack’s continuous gagging seemed to only make Spot go quicker
• Spot’s head was thrown back, moans and profanities slipping through his parted lips
• Jack couldn’t help but moan at how rough Spot was being with him
• There was no doubt his jaw would be sore the following morning
• But Jack couldn’t stop himself from cumming even though he hadn’t been touched
• He whimpered around Spot’s length only sending him over the edge seconds later
• To say the least the next day all the newsies were confused over Jack continuously rubbing his jaw 
• And there was no mistaking the stain that had stayed in his pants

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Requested: Can you do a Spot Conlon x male!reader where Spot’s afraid to come out to his boys because he thi is it’ll hurt his image?

Warnings: internalized homophobia, implied homphobia

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Spot Conlon, king of Brooklyn. The name had power behind it. Any newsie that heard the name was instantly filled with fear. Every newsie in the Brooklyn lodging house felt lucky to have Spot as their leader. Everyone would love to get the respect of their leader, almost kissing the ground he walked on just to get his attention. At only five foot four this newsie struck fear in all of New York, but only one person knew the real Spot. You.

The second you’d joined the Brooklyn newsies Spot couldn’t stop staining. To everyone’s surprise Spot had offered you to sleep on his bunk. It had made all of the newsies admire you, no one had ever been allowed anywhere near Spot’s things unless it was absolutely necessary. At first you didn’t understand the power Spot had behind his name, he’d acted extremely nice and sweet to you when you had joined, and still did if the both of you were alone.

It was obvious that Spot was only tough to keep up his reputation, you couldn’t remember all the times he’d poured his heart out to you at night, and the first time you’d kissed. It had caught you by surprise. Spot liking you wasn’t something anyone would have thought was possible, newsies always tried flirting their way into selling papers, but with Spot it was different. Once the both of you were together, you had understood why. Spot wanting to assert a somewhat more predominant role in the Brooklyn lodging house.

You didn’t mind keeping your relationship with Spot a secret. It was the reason you’d been a newsie in the first place. Only one other newsies knew, but you hadn’t said anything in fear that they would all start figuring out things with you and Spot, who was still nowhere near being ready to come out. You’d curl up next to each other at night, sometimes talking about where you wanted to go once you couldn’t be newsies anymore. Anytime a newsies knocked on your door Spot would jump so far away from you, making sure both of you were on opposite sides of the room. It didn’t bother you at first, but then you started feeling that Spot was getting distant, hardly even hanging around you until you were in the comfort of your room.

There was no doubt in your mind that he was just being cautious about the rest of the boys finding out. Spot frequently spoke about his image and how it was so hard how to keep. He didn’t want anything to change that, and he wasn’t sure how all the newsies in New York would react. You’d decided to come out to the boys first, see how it went. You would do anything for Spot, and if it meant changing lodging houses because things went south you would do it just to give him that comfort.

Everyone had taken it extremely well, some even coming out to you as well. You weren’t sure about your relationship with Spot anymore after that. You tried to coax him into it, knowing everyone in the lodging house would keep his secret if that had been what he wanted. It seemed that jealousy was the only way to get through to your boyfriend. It hadn’t been on any account of your own, but your best friend who knew there had been something going on between you and Spot. He’d gotten too close to you for Spot’s liking one day, and Spot’s need to assert his dominance kicked in.

You’d never had a kiss like this one. Spot storming over, grabbing your face in his hands and pulling you in for the roughest kiss both of you had ever shared. Your knees were weak, your body only being held up by Spot’s hold on you. Your hands held onto Spot’s shirt tightly, pulling him closer to you as he deepened the kiss. Once he pulled away you were left there standing in shock, Spot going off inside the lodging house making everyone stare at you in confusion. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that this wasn’t something you had to worry about anymore.

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Warnings: homophobia, internalized homophobia, implied smut

Summary: Spot never understood why the universe hated him, and he made sure to keep his soulmate a secret.

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Babies were always born with their soulmate’s name on their wrist, staying faint until they hit puberty when it finally started to get darker. Spot was lucky to have the name so faint for many years, but the second it had become eligible his father didn’t want to have anything to do with it. His parents became hostile toward him, putting him down for something that he didn’t have any control over. He’d learned to despise the name, Anthony Higgins. He couldn’t help but feel hatred toward his soulmate because of the problems it had caused him ever since it’d appeared. 

Months after Anthony’s name appeared on Spot’s wrist his father would throw slurs at him, telling him that it was wrong. Sometimes he’d forget, almost acting civil toward Spot until he caught the name in the corner of his eye. Spot couldn’t remember the amount of times he got lectured about the name from his father. His mother had been different, showing her support whenever his father wasn’t around, but that was no use. Spot had always looked up to his father ever since he could remember, and to not have his support put Spot in a bad pace with the situation that he was now in.

Years after the mark appeared Spot started to admire it in secret, feeling ashamed of himself for even wondering who Anthony may be. Everyday Spot found different ways to hide the name on his wrist, whether it was wearing long sleeves, bracelets, or even make up. Spot was adamant about telling all of his friends that he didn’t have a soulmate, always ignoring and avoiding the topic anytime it came up. It hadn’t been until Spot had started to fall for his best friend that he was a bit more okay with the name on his wrist. He thought if he could have a crush on someone, surely there could be mistakes with the name that would appear on someone’s wrist.

“Spot, are you listening?” Race asked from across the lunch table making Spot snap out of his thoughts. He looked over at Race with a questioning look, and Race scooted closer. “Can I come over today? My parents are going at it again. Maybe we can play games like we used to?” Race asked, a small smile forming on his face at the thought.

Spot tried to ignore the butterflies he got in his stomach when he’d seen Race’s smile, only giving him a shy nod and a small yes. He’d stopped inviting Race over as soon as he realized he’d had a crush on him, only having him come over when he suggested it himself and it had felt like years since he’d gone over. Spot could feel the blush forming once he’d remembered the amount of nights he spent secretly masturbating in his room and Race’s name slipped from his lips.

Race followed Spot after school to his car, climbing into the passenger side, and the rest of the ride was quiet, the only noise that filled the car was the radio. Spot couldn’t get the thoughts out of his head no matter how hard he tried to push them away. It didn’t help when Race would start quietly humming along and reaching over to playfully punch him and make his heart flutter. It was like a breath of fresh air once he parked the car and got out, putting some distance between him and Race

“Race! You haven’t been over in a while how have you been?” Spot’s mom asked as soon as they both walked in, stopping them dead in their tracks.

“Mrs. Conlon, I’ve been good, I hope you’ve been the same.” Race gave her a polite smile before getting dragged away by Spot. They threw their backpacks to the side, plopping down on Spot’s bed, grabbing controllers to play. They did quietly for about an hour before Spot’s mom knocked on the door and they had to pause it.

“Sean I’m going to work, I left money on the counter if you boys wanted to buy pizza for dinner.” Spot’s mom peeked her head around the corner of the door smiling at both of them. “Stay as long as you’d like Race, I’m sure Sean wouldn’t mind giving you a ride to school tomorrow if you stay over.” She explained and Race nodded slowly, trying to process the name he’d just heard.

Race knew Spot’s last name was Conlon, and he knew that so many other people were out there with the same last name. He also knew Spot didn’t have a soulmate, or that’s what he’d told everybody. Race also knew the name on his wrist, said Sean Conlon, and that he’d had the biggest crush on his best friend ever since they’d met. He knew Spot wouldn’t have ever lied to him about having a soulmate… but there was something in him that was telling him otherwise. He did recall just how horrible Spot’s father was toward him, and he just never knew why, figuring it must’ve just been the way he’d decided to raise Spot. 

It all seemed to click for Race in that moment. Why Spot never let anyone see his wrist. Why Spot always denied having a soulmate. Or the fact that anytime anyone mentioned him getting a girlfriend he’d get uncomfortable and defensive about not needing anybody. It made even more sense once Race wrapped his head around just how Spot had been acting around him. Spending less time with each other. Only talking during lunch when their friends were around. Race couldn’t help but hope he was right, but he wouldn’t know until he asked.

“Your name’s Sean?” Race asked, making Spot shrug.

“Yeah why?” He looked at Race, his eyebrows knit together.

“And… you don’t have a soulmate?” Race asked again, making Spot sigh in frustration.

“No, I don’t.” Spot replied defensively. 

“So you wouldn’t mind showing me your wrist then?” Race asked, reaching for Spot’s arm that had always stayed covered.

“It’s none of your business what’s on my wrist Higgins.” Spot clenched his jaw, pulling his arm away.

“It’s not a big deal, everyone has it. What? They have a funny name or something?” Race asked, getting closer.

“I don’t have one!” Spot exclaimed and Race finally blurted it out.

“Anthony! My name’s Anthony.” Race explained quickly, watching as Spot froze and looked at him in shock. “Now, can I see your wrist. Please.” Race almost begged, but Spot wasn’t going to break that easily. Not now, not when all the years of lectures and dirty remarks and looks from his father were taking over any other thought he had.

“I’m not gay.” Spot managed to get out once he realized he hadn’t said anything. 

“Then just show me. Really, it’s not a big deal.” Race explained scooting even closer.

“Race really, I’m not.” Spot almost begged. Begging for it to be a dream, begging for it to all somehow be a mistake, almost begging as though he was trying to convince no one but himself.

“That’s it.” Race muttered, lunging forward and pinning Spot to his bed. Spot was shocked for a second, but recovered and started fighting back against Race, both boys rolling around and trying to be the one on top. It was no use once Race tangled his legs with Spot’s. Being taller than him finally had his advantages and Spot laid there helplessly while Race rolled up his long sleeve and saw his name across Spot’s wrist. “You’ve been hiding from me Conlon.” Race whispered with a smirk, looking back at the boy, both of them staying quiet once they’d realized the position they were in.

Race leaned down, Spot’s eyes fluttering closed almost instantly, both of their lips meeting in the middle. Race smiled into the kiss, his fingers interlacing with Spot’s, his legs untangling and stradling Spot’s waist instead. As much as Spot tried to stop himself, he kissed back and his entire body felt warm and tingly. Part of him wanted to pull Race closer, run his fingers through his hair and pull at it to hear anything he could get from the boy above him, but that was when he’d finally realized just what they were doing.

“No.” Spot breathed out, pushing Race away from him, sitting up. “We shouldn’t, it’s wrong.” Spot explained, but his eyes said otherwise, looking down at Race’s lips before looking back up at his eyes.

“If it’s wrong then I don’t want to be right.” Race whispered, holding Spot’s face in his hands pulling him in for a passionate kiss. A small moan left Spot, his hands holding onto Race’s shirt tightly, his mind racing with emotions. He wasn’t sure if he should allow himself to feel this way, the years of denial and shame hitting him all at once, but the whole feeling he got when Race’s lips were against his made the feelings get pushed to the back of his mind.

Spot finally gave in, letting the feeling consume him. He wrapped his arms around Race’s neck, pulling him closer. All too soon they pulled apart, both of them panting trying to catch their breaths. Before Spot could process the kiss, Race’s lips were already kissing his jaw and making their way down his neck.

“Race.” Spot let out a small moan when Race started nipping at his neck. “Y-you can’t leave a mark. My dad will kill me.” Spot whimpered out when Race kissed his sweet spot.

“Then I’ll just have to do it somewhere that you can hide.” Race explained, grabbing Spot’s arm and started to leave soft kisses and sucked at the skin around his name on Spot’s wrist making a deep blush form on Spot’s face while he watched Race’s every move. “It’ll be our little secret.” Race whispered with a wink, pulling Spot in for another kiss.

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