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one-fin-wonder · 7 months
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Requested Headcanon: The Moon Boys Being Protective When You Get Catcalled
A/N: Again, I think this was a tad OOC, but I love what I wrote for Jake sooooo here. BTW: this was requested by a best friend so bestie if you're seeing this: love youuuu, I hope you liked it.
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Marc Spector
He would become tense and stop in his tracks as soon as he heard the words fall from the person’s mouth
“What did you say?” He would instantly become defensive for you
“No I want to hear what you had to say to them? Not so cocky now huh?”
He’d put his arm around you in a protective stance as he glares at the person who had the audacity to catcall you
If the person persists with phrases such as “If they didn’t want attention they shouldn’t have dressed like that.” or “what? It’s just a compliment.” Marc would get too upset and Steven or Jake would have to take over
Steven Grant
Steven would look at you making sure you’re okay before he confronts the jerk who called out to you
He would squeeze your hand gently with a small nod as he turns to the person 
“Oye! Learn some respect you fucking doughnut!” he’d continue trying to comfort you gently as he yells at the person
“You need to be taught manners, mate.” he’d turn away holding you close as he tries to calm you down 
“I’m so sorry, love. You shouldn’t have to hear that.” He’d walk you away from the jerk and he’d put an arm around you gently 
“How about *Insert favorite treat here*, huh?” He’d try to bring up the mood and turn this into a positive for you
Jake Lockley 
He would be as tense as a brick wall
“¡CÁLLATE MADRE BARATA DE PUTA!” (“Shut up you cheap mother fucker”) He’d practically throw himself towards this dude like a rabid animal
He would crack his knuckles “está bien querida, yo me encargaré de esto,” (“It's alright dear, I'll take care of this,”) he’d mutter as he stands in front of the now terrified dude
“Wait in the car,” Ah yes his famous car. He’d try his best to make you feel safe whenever you were in it. A safe haven if you will. 
He wouldn’t hold back his wrath. That’s all I’ll say about the hell he will give the person who dared to catcall his beloved. 
He’d come back to the car taking his gloves off carefully and putting them in his pocket, “¿Estás bien? Ya no te molestarán.” (“Are you okay? They won’t bother you anymore.”)
He’d hold you close, placing a kiss on your forehead gently, 
Once he knew you were okay he’d squeeze your hand gently “Let’s go home, yeah?”
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honeypotsworld · 10 months
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Dancing in the kitchen with Steven, Jake and Marc <3
Steven glances down at your feet the entire time, murmuring apologies when he accidentally steps on them. The more it happens though, the more confident he gets. resting his head on your shoulder as the two of you sway. Steven, who loves to twirl you around like a ballerina, laughing to himself as he watches your face scrunch up with your smile. He doesn’t even need music, just an excuse to clumsily spin around with you as the smell of toast and butter fills his nose.
Marc is glued to you, one hand on the small of your back, the other holding the other. He’s only seen ballroom dancing on TV as a small boy, but he likes to think he’s seen enough to try and recreate it with you. He prefers dancing with you as the evening grows long and casting sidelong looks while you clean up after dinner isn’t enough. There’s the softest whisper of music in the back as he moves, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. Marc, who feels at ease as the song ends and you kiss him softly.
Jake is bold. He pops up from (seemingly) nowhere from behind you, laughing as you yelp and insists you dance with him. He’s quick to set the pace, of swaying hips of one step back and half a step forward. You laugh at each other as you nearly bump into counters, because there’s no real direction you’re following. Jake, who takes every opportunity to kiss you as he dips you, over and over because it’s the most romantic thing in the world to him.
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thesecretwriter · 8 months
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how each moon boy would react to you randomly ignoring them (sfw).
summary: what the title says!
warning: fluff, maybe slight angst?
word count: 919 words
a/n: nothing really, just hope you enjoy sweet fluff ft moon boys.
minors/ageless blogs dni.
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Steven Grant:
“Love, do you think we could get some takeout tonight?”
“…”
“Love?”
He walked towards where you were sitting in bed, huddled with pillows and blankets. He briefly smiled at the sight, but frowned when your eyes didn’t meet his.
You were trying so hard to bite back the smile at the sight of his confused expression.
The bed dipped on his side as he sat next to you. His arms make their way around you and pull you closer.
“Oi. I asked you something,” his tone still held confusion, but also slight urgency.
You took your phone in hand and started to scroll on social media, still ignoring him.
“Am I invisible or something?” he tried to snatch your phone out of your hand but failed when you turned away from him.
“What did I do?”
His tone quickly changed to hurt, and that was one thing you couldn’t resist.
Steven would never intentionally hurt you… or anyone. So, hearing him like that pulled at your heart strings.
You set your phone down and turn to him, pulling him towards you the same way he did.
“Nothing baby, you didn’t do anything. Was just messing with you,” you said and peppered kisses on his face.
He huffed at your words and pulled away.
“Not funny,” he mumbled and got out of bed.
“Steven, I was kidding,” you follow him into the kitchen. His back still turned to you.
He walked towards one of his many books and takes one before walking back to bed and opening it to read.
You scoff in amusement.
“Are you ignoring me now?” you say with a chuckle.
He remained as he was and flipped to the next page of the book.
“Fine, I’ll just go get food for myself then,” you walk towards the front door.
“WAIT,”
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Marc Spector:
“We need to go grocery buying later,” he said looking into the fridge as he opened a can of coke.
Usually, you would acknowledge what he said with a hum, but you remained quiet as you watched TV.
He raised an eyebrow at your lack of response but chalked it up to you being invested in your show.
His arms made their way around your shoulders like they normally did as he joined you on the couch, however, you pulled away from him.
The look on his face almost made you burst with laughter as you saw it from the side of your eye.
“Why’re you being moody?” the question was accompanied by a tone of annoyance.
Oh? So, you’re moody now.
You continued to ignore him and watch TV as he set the can of coke on the small coffee table.
“I’m talking to you here,” he motioned with his hands, now looking at you with a slight glare and tight lips.
“…”
After a few moments he got up from the couch.
“Infuriating woman,” he mumbled and walked towards your bed.
That’s when you threw the couch pillow at him.
He stopped in his tracks and turned around scarily slow. You knew what was coming and ran towards the bathroom to escape, but alas he was too quick for you.
You were hoisted over his shoulder as he walked towards your bed and as soon as you were on your back, he began tickling you.
“I’m s-sorry… please marc, stop!” you said between laughter.
“Are you gonna talk to me now?”
“YES,”
He laid next to you and waited for an explanation.
“I was ignoring you, as a joke,” you said with a mischievous smile.
He sighed in disdain and then continued to tickle you till tears stung your eyes.
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Jake Lockley:
He locked the front door behind him and walked further into the apartment.
He just got back from work and wanted nothing more than to enjoy your company as you talked his ear off about your day.
It was silent as he entered your shared room where you were reading. You didn’t glance up and meet his eyes with a warm smile like you typically did.
“Hello, mi corazón. I got you that candy you wanted,”
The candy was placed in your lap, and he paused for you to say something.
“Mi corazón?”
He waited for the kiss on the cheek that he always got when he came home.
“…”
He raised a brow and stood at the beside looking at you. Stubbornly, he took the book out of your hand and closed it.
Generally, you would try and take the book back from him or snap at him, but since you were playing with him. You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. Jake being hot on your heels.
“Entonces será así, sólo vas a ignorarme?” (You’re just going to ignore me?)
You open the cupboard and take out a bowl and some noodles – continuing to ignore him. You walk to the stove and prepare to make the noodles.
Jake stands behind you and waits.
“Mi corazón?”
“…”
He let out a huff of frustration and forced you to turn toward him.
His lips were on yours in a demanding kiss, you automatically returned the kiss and let your hands lay on his chest as he pulled you towards him.
“Did I do something?” he asked in a grumpy tone.
You shook your head.
“Just playing around with you,” you smiled, still feeling giddy from the kiss.
He replied by bringing his lips to yours again.
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girlwithwolftatoo · 9 months
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Hey! How would the moon boys react to fem!reader? Cupping their face in her hand out of the blue?
Weather is more than appropiate for fluff stuff <3
Moon Boys + Reader cupping their face
Marc Spector:
The most reluctant of three. He craves for signs of affection but won't react positively to it at first.
Your hands holding his face makes him feel... weird, a little vulnerable, a little childish. Consider most of his childhood and adolescence he didn't get much love.
"Drop it" he murmurs, but he's not serious. Won't take your hands off, won't turn away, he just struggles with his own feelings.
Little by little, he breaks. He sobs with an expression of embarrasment, as if waiting you'd find it ridiculous or stupid (which of course, isn't the case), and may kneel down as you still cup his face, all defeated and tired.
Listening words of reassurement and compassion is the best for him. Feeling you trust him and love him despite any mistake or flaw gives him the self-confidence he lost so long time ago, and the fact you don't judge him is even more important.
"I'm sorry, I... I know I'm not good foor you..." "You never say that again, Marc. It's a lie. You're good, for yourself and for me"
Steven Grant:
You probably caught him in the middle of a crisis or a panic attack, mumbling so fast his accent becomes thicker and you can barely undestand what he says, and once you put your hands on his jaw...
"What are...? Ohhh that feels better, yes..." he murmurs as soon as the warmth of your hands relax him almost immediately.
May close his eyes just to enjoy your spoils, even will accept to sit and, perhaps, a little massage on the shoulders (he's very ticklish so be careful).
Little by little, his tangled mind takes a straight trail of thoughts, and he vents everything in a more calmed tone. It's not just the flesh to flesh contact, it's the fact you're there, listening him, what helps him to recover quick.
Chances are he may reccomend to take a nap together, just to be sure he'll wake up in a better mood, or simply make some tea for you and him as a gesture of appreciation for what you did.
"Honestly don't know what would I do if you weren't here, love"
Jake Lockley:
For this case I can imagine two scenarios: one, Jake returning early in the morning, all tired and moody, or two, you having to approach Jake to calm him down since he's losing a little his temper and probably about to do something hideous.
If it's the first case, Jake simply walks in, dropping his jacket nd mumbling something about being sick of everything. Once your hands reach his face, he sighs almost in relief, as if he just entered a hot bathtub.
"I'd wish I could spend night here with you instead of outside more often, bonita" he complains and groans like an exhausted dog, allowing you to rub his face. A soft smile appears in his lips, and you know he's back to normal again, like a spell.
The other scenario sounds dangerous, but not because of Jake. As soon as he feels your presence right next to him, something in his mind sounds an alarm and he stops anything he's doing. If you'd got hurt during his watch, he would never forgive himself.
"Jake, Jake!" anyways you need to call him out to be sure he's paying attention. "It's okay, mi amor, it's over". Just a single hand will do, and he cups it into his own hand, gently squitting his eyes.
"Perdóname, princesa, I just... had a bad time" he murmurs, grabbing onto your hand as if he'd never let it go.
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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months
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Kinktober day 22
Steven grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley + omegaverse
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This is written in headcanon format, since I wanted to write about all three but couldn’t think of a way to involve all of them beside headcanons.
on the shorter side, but im still learning how to write omegaverse.
Kinktober 2023 masterlist.
Omega, but not the stereotypical omega. Hes fine taking care of himself, and isn’t weak or easily ordered around. Steven just likes to avoid conflicts, Marc and Jake wont back down from conflicts though.
Steven is an omega, so is Marc, but Jake is an alpha.
Physical body is omega, so even when Jake is fronting their body is still an omega, but Jake is immune to things like other alphas scent or when someone tries to scruff him or force him to submit.
Marc is mostly immune too, only buckling to you, his mate, but that’s because hes chosen to do so cuz he loves you.
Steven does enjoy making a nest in their bed, or wearing your clothes to cover himself in your scent. Marc doesn’t really make nests as a trauma response, and because he doesn’t feel as much of a need for it as Steven, he will bundle up some blankets though if he really needs it.
Steven’s scent is sweeter and milder than the other two, as I imagine their scent changes depending on who is fronting. The core smell is the same, but smaller changes happens so you can easily tell them apart, where others might struggle to do so.
Since their physical body is of an omega, they go into heat, but they tend to leave that to Steven since hes the only one who doesn’t despise it with his entire being.
Being in heat is uncomfortable of course, but Steven also enjoys it cuz it allows him to be taken care of by you and lets him put down his walls. None of them want pups though, so they always make sure to use protection.
Marc might front every now and then during heat when Steven is too exhausted, letting himself bask in his omega needs for a bit. Make sure to not treat him too stereotypically like an omega, he needs you to be rough and in charge, yes, but he will bite you if you try to scruff him or anything like that.
When Jake fronts during heats he just feels uncomfortable and very sweaty, so if he even does front, that’s when he showers and changes the sheets. That’s also when you can rest, as he just wants to cuddle and watch a movie or something.
Sex with them depends on who’s fronting. Steven likes to be taken with some power behind your thrusts, but he also loves slow and passionate lovemaking. Hes also the only one who liked being knotted, even if it won’t lead to pups.
Marc likes having some more power during, so he will ride you like a wild horse, growling and barring his teeth, making sure to scratch at your chest and leave hickeys all over.
Jake likes to do the fucking, be it bending you over the kitchen counter or up against the wall in the shower. He may not have a knot, but if you ever bought him a fake one to wear, he might bust right then and there as hed pounce on you immediately.
Your relationship would never lead to pups, as none of them want to get pregnant or would want you to carry. I just don’t think they’d be comfortable being parents, closest you’ll get is a pet, as they don’t wanna put an innocent kid in danger cuz of their night job.
This doesn’t mean your relationship is lacking anything though, as you guys find other things to find joy in, in your love life. It takes some time getting used too, but after a while it just becomes the norm, so no matter what others think you guys are happy.
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dailyreverie · 4 months
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It's cold outside
A/N: Requested by @reallyrallyauthor, I hope you like it!! Also I write this while my nose is about to fall off my face from how cold it is so I might have projected a bit.
Holiday prompts ⛄ 4. Kissing cold noses
Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader (no mention of the system)
Word count: 547
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The sound of the alarm was followed by a raspy groan coming from the pillow next to Steven’s. He would much rather have a morning wrapped in the warmth of your embrace, yet he reluctantly untangled himself from your limbs, a chill going through his body when the second he moves he feels the cold air seeping into your bed. Still, he keeps moving away from you and unto the cold morning.
"No," you murmured, your voice still laced with the remnants of sleep, your limbs tightening around him possessively, even when he was doing his best to untangle from them. You didn’t seem to care - not that you should - you just wanted a few more moments of him.
Ignoring your plea, as difficult as it was, Steven pressed on leaving the bed. Even if it was Saturday and the museum was going to be empty, he could not risk being late.
“Oh lord, it’s freezing today!” Steven exclaimed as he set one foot out from the bed, the cold winter air reaching his bones and freezing them immediately. Just as the winter chill threatened to take him away from you, he felt you inching closer, his soft laughter echoing through the room as you began to envelop him in a cocoon of warmth.
"That's why you can't go," you insisted, a sleepy whine that tugged at his heartstrings. Your arm snaked around his waist, coaxing him back into bed.
"No, no, love. I'll be late." he protested, attempting to resist, but it was challenging to ignore the sight of your cozy form, wrapped up in the comforter with only the tip of your nose peeking out.
“But I’m cold.” In your half-asleep state, it was good enough of a reason to convince him to stay. Your eyes remained closed, fingers finding their way under his sleep shirt to feel the comforting warmth of his body. "Stay," you implored. 
With a chuckle, Steven leaned in, his warm breath teasing your chilled skin before softly pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. The gentle touch made your heart flutter, and your sigh of contentment melted away all his determination to leave.
"Oh, love, you're really cold, aren't you?" he teased, his fingers tenderly grazing over your ice-cold nose. The contrast between the warmth of his touch and the chill of your nose created a delicious tingling sensation that sent shivers down your spine. "Your nose feels like an ice cube," he remarked playfully, his affectionate gaze fixed on you.
“I’ve been telling you that! You can’t leave me like this.” With Steven so close to your body again it was easier to pull him down, the arm that rested on his waist hooking like a candy cane, pulling him under the covers again. “What if I freeze?” Your threat sealed the deal, as unrealistic as it was, Steven couldn’t risk it.
Okay, fine,” Steven admitted his defeat, a grin playing on his lips. His lips found your nose again, and, slowly, his kisses traveled, exploring your cheekbones with soft, lingering caresses that moved all the way to the space between your eyebrows. His kisses left a warming path that promised to make the cold disappear from your skin. “Maybe I can be a little bit late.”
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eyelessfaces · 3 months
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going through the baby feels for whatever reason (what the fuck maternal instinct) and just thinking about the moon boys with a baby. just. steven putting them on his lap.
marc letting them yank at his gelled curls.
jake teaching them little words in spanish (star, moon, car, etc) I NEEEEEED ITTTTT AUGHHSDJGGJDSKFDMSK
I just know they'd be amazing fathers and whenever one of them struggles with something, someone else will front to take care of it so that baby is never lacking anything
I just know jake would love picking outfits, and going shopping with him is a nightmare for your bank account because he has no self control regarding choosing clothes so he buys them all
steven would take care of feeding the baby, making homecooked meals :3 he'd be so attentive of how the baby reacts to what he makes so he knows what they like and makes a list of that and of what he can make again, and if they don't like it he will change the recipe and ingredients
marc would take care of babyproofing the whole apartment and looking over the baby (a bit too attentively sometimes) like even if they're in their crib with no danger in sight he will be looking over. I also know marc is a diaper king‼️
bonus, imagine the baby casually throwing "cabrón" as their first word because I just know that aside from the cute words, jake 100% would....... I can especially picture this that way: maybe jake has a fight with steven and decides to front, and works for his revenge... and days later, everything is good and they even made up, steven is fronting and bathing the baby, and they casually say this while pointing at steven😇
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marcspectorstannie · 4 months
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Moonboy beige flags⚑
Mainly bc I didn't finish the Steven smut yet..
Steven -
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Bc of his accent he struggles with certain words when trying to sound American (specifically talk and schedule)
UnIronically listens to Ed Sheeran
Always has his ringtone loud as hell and fumbles to turn it off
Best friend is his pet fish (and Marc when they're on good terms)
Gets really bad sunburns even with sunscreen covering his body
Air dries clothing
Can't type very well
Marc-
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Called his mom by her first name
Does not eat breakfast
Holds on to socks with thousands of holes in them
Doesn't check his emails or messages
Smiles without his teeth
Probably watched Oppenheimer (the whole thing) and Barbie on the same day
Mocks Steven sometimes with a really bad British accent
Coffee is a meal
Can't stand asmr
Jake -
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Can't ride a bike at all
Always cracking his joints (back, neck, knuckles, ect.)
Doesn't close any open tabs that have been open for weeks
Doesn't use emojis just the dots (ex:"where are you...")
Never takes his hat off
No type of decor in his house
Watching reality TV just to get pissed off
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luvpedropascal · 2 years
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hi hi, could u write something ab reader giving insecure!steven a reach around hj in front of a mirror? and reader's constantly praising him and telling him to look in the mirror to see how pretty he is <3
Beautiful Boy (18+)
Steven Grant x gn!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, handjob, sub!steven, dom!reader, insecurities.
A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble in response to the request but i got carried away haha
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“You’re so beautiful,” you groan into Steven’s ear, lips kissing down his jaw, laving your tongue over his thrumming pulse point.
He squirms from the compliment, his whole body warming from the praise. Going a little quiet, Steven tries his best not to get too in his head, but you notice him slipping anyway. You rub a hand over the softness of his stomach and pull back to look at him, “What is it, baby?”
Steven goes quiet again, looking anywhere but your eyes as he tries to find words. Frowning, you push a curl behind his ear and carress his cheek gently, “What?” you start, kissing his dimple, “Don’t believe me?”
His eyes fall, an almost weary look forming as he bows his head, both out of shyness and in hope your hands will find his hair.
Instead, you find his chin quickly, tilting his face back up to look at you, your face growing more stern, “I call you ‘angel’ for a reason, Steven.”
He blushes again, his hands coming up to play with the fingers of your free hand in his lap, “I just- Sometimes I see Marc and Jake and- They’re both so handsome and- Gods, I know this doesn’t make any sense but, I swear I don’t look like them.”
You reach around to cup his neck, grounding him as you’re sure his head is exploding with other thoughts about himself, “You do look different, baby. But it’s so beautiful, the way you each have your own way of standing, your own smiles, different ways of speaking. I love that you’re all different.”
His eyes soften again, that sweet, caramel brown that only Steven’s eyes turn, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He melts into you, clutching your hand again and whispering against your lips, “M’sorry I ruined the mood.”
You chuckle, leaning into to nip at that sensitive spot just below his jaw, “You could never ruin the mood — I’ll always want you. I mean, fuck. Look at you.”
Steven’s cheeks and chest are flushed pink, lips kiss bitten and parted beautifully, his exposed skin looking so soft. He’s in just his boxers, looking up at your through tied brows as you practically ravage him with your eyes.
“Baby,” you groan at the sight of him and he squirms under your gaze, leaning in and hiding his face in your chest. Your hand weaves through his hair and tugs him back to look at you with just enough pressure to make him whine softly.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he breathes a little faster, searching for something in your eyes. You tug his hair back a little further, exposing his neck and running your warm tongue over the marks you made earlier, soothing them. Another soft sound escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you with him.
You kiss a trail down his chest, swirling over his nipple gently and breathing out a groan when he cries out for you again, “So pretty, sweetheart. And, god, those noises you make for me..”
Steven’s chest heaves under your mouth as you switch sides, flicking your tongue over the taut peaks of his chest. He’s so sensitive there and he never realized it until you tried it one day, drawing something close to a scream out of him.
You run your hands down to his stomach, caressing the softness of his hips and squeezing at the tiny bit of pudge on his belly, mumbling, “My favorite.”
His eyes roll back at the thought — one of his least favorite parts of his body being your favorite. You’ve marked him as your own, possessive little love bites blooming dark red all over his chest and stomach.
As you move lower, nibbling on his inner thighs and squeezing them affectionately, Steven’s legs start to shake a little bit.
“Always loved your thighs, they’re so sensitive for me, angel,” you smile, looking up at him.
Steven’s eyes are glossed over with love, his lower lip pulled adorably between his teeth, and he looks absolutely ethereal. You can’t help but climb up and pull him into another kiss, your gentle tongue parting his lips and finding that sweet taste of tea he always has waiting for you. His hands stay at his sides, clutching the blankets under him, but he can’t help the way his hips twitch up into yours a little bit.
He’s achingly hard in his boxers, so you decide to show him some mercy, lowering your hips and giving him the pressure he needs in a slow, deep grind. Steven’s lips slow against yours and he gasps at the relief, his mouth hanging open a bit.
“Oh, angel. You can’t focus on two things at once?” you tease, watching his cheeks redden once again. He loves it though, all the teasing, all the gentle humiliation. You lean forward, tugging at his full bottom lip playfully, “Answer me, Steven.”
He whimpers in panic, dazed eyes opening to look at you when he speaks, “No I can’t, love.”
You smile at his admission, pressing a soft kiss between his brows and climbing off of him, “Sit up, I have an idea.”
The sudden loss of contact draws a whine out of Steven, but he nods, following you up and off of the bed, waiting for your guidance.
“Take those off for me, baby,” you motion to his boxers and sit down on the carpet against the side of the bed, “C‘mere.”
Steven looks at you for a moment, a little confused, but kneels down, taking the spot you’re patting, his back to your chest, leaning into you. Only after looking up does he realize you had positioned him in front of the full length mirror. He looks at himself wearily, only allowing himself a moment before he moves his eyes to your face. You’re resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist in a hug when you murmur, “Is this okay?”
He nods and focuses on the comfort of your skin against his, holding him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and back. Your hand drifts down to his cock, brushing your knuckles over it teasingly, watching him hold his hips back.
“I want you to see how pretty you look when I touch you, angel. Can you keep your eyes on the mirror for me?” You ask.
He’s already in a daze, but he nods quickly and opens his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, “Y-Yeah, I can.”
“That’s my boy,” you tease, smiling and pressing the softest of kisses to his temple as your hand surrounds him, beginning to stroke him slowly.
Immediately, he melts back against you and a soft moan spills from his lips. He watches himself — the way you wreck him with the softest of touches, the way you draw the most pathetic sounds out of him.
“You see that baby? See how perfect you look?” You whisper, running your thumb over his slit slowly.
Steven nearly doubles over in pleasure, keeping his eyes on himself. He knows that if he looks away, you’ll stop, and he only wants to be good for you. But he can’t help the way he squirms when you touch him, writhing after every swipe of your fingers.
His shaking thighs reduce you for a moment, watching him in awe, before leaning forward to nibble at his earlobe, “My beautiful boy.”
All of this — seeing your dynamic from another perspective, watching himself get ruined — has Steven barreling toward his peak much faster than he’d like to admit. He’s overwhelmed with love and pleasure, reaching for your arm to hold onto, just for grounding.
Normally, you don’t let Steven touch you in these kinds of situations, but you know he needs the closeness right now, so you let him hold on.
“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his shoulders, over every scar and every sunspot, letting praise after praise sink in.
When Steven’s breathy moans start get higher in pitch and his eyes struggle to stay open, you slow your hand to a stop, reaching down to run your hands over his chest and stomach, murmuring, “Steven, look at me.”
He gasps when you let go of him, but takes a deep breath to calm down before looking into your eyes through the mirror. You reach up to tilt his cheek toward you, pressing a soft kiss there, “I love you so much, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Steven whimpers and nods, mostly to himself, trying to lean into your touch some more — “Love you so much.”
Your heart melts at his desperation and you can’t take it anymore, turning him enough to look at you and cupping his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, you hear me? My sweet, pretty boy. There’s no one else like you, Steven.”
He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, “Your- Your pretty boy..”
You smile, nudging your nose against his, “That’s right, angel. All mine.”
The sweet, possessive words you utter make his entire body ache with need and he brushes his lips over yours, just that contact enough to make him whine. He’s so sensitive, melting into you when you finally kiss him, pulling him in by his bottom lip and laving your tongue over his. Steven’s lips are always so plush, moving with yours like it was the simplest thing in the world, and he moaned when your hand found his hair, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper.
Your free hand found his soft thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and inching back up to his cock, tracing the length of him from base to tip. Steven gasps from your ministrations, his head falling forward into your neck with a soft grunt of ‘please’.
Kissing his hair, you wrap your fingers around him and give him a slow stroke, prolonging it just enough to tease. His eyes well with tears, both out of need and love for you, and he bites down on your shirt, trying to hold back his cries for more. But you can feel the warmth of him against your neck, his damp eyelashes brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you stop, “Baby, look at me.”
Ever your good boy, Steven raises his head, biting his lips but failing to hide his glassy eyes. You kiss his teary cheeks, “I’ll stop teasing, yeah? You can’t take much more, can you?“
He shakes his head, more tears clouding his eyes, “Please, I can’t.”
Cooing to him gently, you kiss his swollen lips just once more before leaning down and spitting into your hand, bringing it down to stroke him again. Steven gasps, his stomach beginning to clench repeatedly, thighs shaking as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm already.
“Thank you, thank you,” He whimpers out, “Love you so- so much.”
Kissing his cheek, you hush his cries and twist your hand just the way he likes, “I know, angel, I know. Go on and come when you’re ready, I’ve got you.”
Steven’s voice breaks with his next moan and he presses into your touch as he comes, a few stray tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. You watch his beautiful eyes go placid, listen to his breath shaking as you guide him through every wave of pleasure.
When it becomes too much, Steven grasps your wrist gently, stilling your hand and leaning forward to rest his head on your chest. All he can fathom is a soft “thank you” and a kiss to your collarbone, but you can feel his thumb tracing circles on your hip, where he holds onto you.
Then, after a minute, his eyes are looking up at you again, chocolatey as ever, and he smiles, that crooked, boyish smile you love so much. You can’t help but giggle at his dorky grin, reaching to run your knuckles over his stubble, “What?”
His cheeks tint pink and he laughs softly, “We’re doing that mirror thing again.”
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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Moon boys reacting to wearing their clothes? You can include some nsfw too.
I love the 'sharing your partner's clothes' trope, its so cute and just screams domestic bliss.
Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Reader
Tags: mild-smut, suggestive content, fluff, domestic fluff, kissing, morning bliss, romance, teasing, flirting
A/N: Here's more moon boys content! There's never enough is there!
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Steven would get heart eyes when he wakes up and sees you getting coffee or tea ready while wearing one of his button up shirts
He would walk up to you, kiss your cheek and whisper good morning against your cheek while his hands gently run over your hips
Would definitely leave shirts around the apartment for you to wear if you want, you joke with him about it a lot because you like to see him flustered
When the two of you are folding the clothes after washing them he will toss you one of his shirts because he knows you're just gonna take one from the closet by morning
Marc is always happy to see you wear anything of his, weather it be his shirt, his long pajama pants or his jacket
He always leaves clothes for you to wear when he's off on a mission, he wants you to feel like he's close
Lends you his jacket a lot, especially when it's cold out, even if gets a little chilly on the way back home
Sometimes gets a little handsy, especially if you leave a few buttons open so he can see more of your skin, or if you choose a shirt that barely reaches part your thighs, if that's the case, then you better be ready for a few rounds of love making
Jake got a big hard on the first morning he woke up and saw you waring his shirt, he couldn't help himself, he had to have you right there and then
He got used to it over time but it still has an effect on him, what gets him more than anything is when you send him pictures of yourself wearing his clothes when he's away
He makes sure to buy the softer kind of clothes, he doesn't mind the material being a little rough on his skin but since he met you he started wearing softer things
Would pass by you and whisper how good you look, give your ass a little squeeze, his hand just barely dipping into the shirt before he pulls it off you to go and toss it in the washing machine while smiling to himself for making you so flustered
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foggyredkastle · 5 months
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Steven: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?
Y/N: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.
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melodygatesauthor · 9 months
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Bossy Boy
Steven Grant X f!Reader
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Not Beta Read - Requested by @xbellaxcarolinax
Kinks - Pushy Bottom + Messy Orgasm
Summary
You and Steven are trying out the dom/sub lifestyle and it's...it's not going according to plan.
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, dom/sub relationship (sorta), Steven and Reader are trying it out, p in v creampie, sex, smut, pwp
Word Count: 686
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“Steven, what have I told you?”
“To be patient love but…” he whined and arched his hips upward, the fat head of his leaking cock brushing your folds, “come on, I think I’ve waited long enough, yeah?” 
Steven wasn’t good at being a sub, and if you were being honest, you weren’t the best dom either. You complied, lowering yourself over him, something you were pretty sure you were supposed to make him beg for, but you wanted it as badly as he did and you had little self control.
It sounded like you sat down in a puddle, given the accumulation of both yours and Steven’s arousal pooled underneath you. He wasted no time grabbing your ass cheeks in a firm grip, guiding you as you started riding him at a moderate pace. You whacked his hands away as soon as you remembered what the two of you were trying to do. You were trying - and failing at - the dom and sub dynamic in the bedroom.
“Bad boy Steven!” You tapped his chest playfully.
He grabbed the bedding at his sides and held on tight, biting his lower lip as you continued working yourself on his length. You let out a sigh in pleasure, rising and falling over him at an even tempo. You felt his hips bucking upward, demanding more from you. You leaned over and grabbed his strong throat, your hand looking pathetically small against it.
“Stop moving,” you ordered with little conviction.
“S-sorry love, can’t help m’self, feels so good I–”
“Shh,” you slid your hand off his throat and covered his mouth in your palm.
He kept mumbling, even though you had no idea what he was saying to you. You started moving a little faster, seeing how desperate he was. Everything was so wet between your bodies, and with Steven, always such a leaky thing, you never knew who was to blame: you or him. You felt both of his hands on your hips again and his eyes rolled back in his head.
This time he didn’t let go, and he started pumping himself into you faster. You gasped, grabbing both of his forearms. He was slamming upward, cock brushing against your cervix with every pass.
“Steven you’re supposed to–” you fell back, hands grabbing his legs while he jackhammered himself into you harder from below, “-y-you’re supposed to–f-fuck it–oh god!”
Steven was holding onto your waist so hard you thought he might crush you, but you didn’t care; it felt so good. He moved one of his hands over your abdomen and started using the pad of his thumb to roll over your swollen clit. You started screaming nonsensically into the flat, hoping to god that your neighbors were out.
“That’s it love-this is what I need-oh yes-need to make you cry out darling–shit!”
Well you’d tried, but Steven was just too pushy, and you liked when he acted so desperate he couldn’t stop himself from just taking what he wanted. The two of you flat out sucked at being a dom and sub, but that was okay, maybe you’d try again another time.
“Look at that p-pretty-little-thing-god!” His voice was cracking with every sharp, raspy moan that escaped his lips. “Feels so good love, feels good squeezin’ me so hard I–oh god I–I–yes-yes-yes!”
Steven’s hips stopped suddenly, cock throbbing with every spurt of cum it spilled into you. Your fluttering cunt was accompanied by your gasping whines of pleasure as your climax washed over you as well. Steven pumped you so full it started spilling out the sides. As you both came down from your simultaneous release, you leaned forward and placed a kiss on his - still wide open - mouth.
“M’not good at the submissive thing love, so sorry, just…needed it y’know?” He huffed out a laugh.
“I know, we can try again another time,” you kissed his cheek and then slid off of him.
Steven was covered all over his lower abdomen and legs in your combined juices. He looked down at himself chuckling and then raising an eyebrow at you.
“Made quite a mess didn’t we?”
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one-fin-wonder · 7 months
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Can I have the boys reaction to someone info-dumping to them?
A/N: Yes Anon, you sure as heck can. I really enjoy info dumping on my friends so this is right up my alley. I hope this is what you were hoping for! :D
Warnings: I used my poor duolingo skills and limited Spanish knowledge to write the Spanish, there only a few but the grammar may off, I am so sorry for it in advance but there is translations to what I intended to say. not beta read / I’m too dyslexic for my own good, and fluff? I’m a hopeless romantic man. What do you want from me. 
Word count: 1090
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Steven Grant:
It all started when Steven asked you about your day as he walked through the door. He set down his messenger bag and turned towards you. It was too late, the waterfall of words already was released. 
You began explaining how you dived deeply into your hyperfixation (or specific subject you would be info dumping about)
You smiled wide as you explained, and his heart melted at the sight of you.
are you the type of person that stims when you get excited? (I shore am) Steven will smile if you begin to stim happily while explaining. 
He loves knowing that you are so excited that you can’t contain the energy, you have to physically let the happiness out 
He simply smiled as he sat down next to you. He nodded and began asking clarifying questions.
“So, what you’re saying is…” “Theoretically then…” “Wait! That means…*He connects to another concept to allow you both to be engaged*”
He’ll wraps his arms around you if you’ll let him, holding onto you as you speak about your topic
He will praise your enthusiasm for the topic and vast knowledge. 
“Love, you’re simply a genius.” “I love hearing your view and knowledge” “That’s so fascinating!” 
Steven knows exactly what it’s like to need to explain one specific topic. He knows that feeling, that specific feeling like pasta water boiling over on the stove. 
He holds your hands (with your permission) as you speak, he likes showing you that he’s there with you and listening, it's a gentle reminder.
He feels it's incredibly important for you to be comfortable enough to share these moments of informational rambling. So he tries his best to show you he’s interested, he hears you and that you are loved. 
Marc Spector:
He is very caught off guard
Once he knows you aren’t upset or in distress he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding and listening
He tosses his keys to the side as he nods listening to you
Marc doesn’t know fully how to react but he likes to hear your voice. The excitement and sincerity in your voice as you speak makes him smile, just a little. 
Marc makes his way over to you finally after he completes his after work routine
Like Steven I think Marc would wrap his arms around you but he wouldn’t know much more than that to show he cares about your information
He does though, He loves you, and he wants to see you happy. He simply doesn’t do emotions well. 
(My poor emotionally unavailable boy. He just needs a hug.)
He silently listens and only replies when you ask him if he follows, 
Finally once you’re done you look at him with a small little sigh and smile and he melts. 
You see it in his eyes and the stern expression he always has just softens. 
you can tell how much he loves you in this moment, the pure love just radiating, but he won’t say it. He won’t explain the feeling he is experiencing. 
But he loves you and you don’t necessarily need the words that he struggles to say, because it’s obvious in his actions. 
and god, the feeling is mutual.
Jake Lockley:
this man has no fucking clue what you are rambling about
He will freeze in the doorway of the small apartment, hand still on the doorknob. He’s so confused and you’re talking a mile an hour in an excited tone. He cannot understand you at this moment. 
Once Jake gets to you he will take his gloves off, stuff them in his pocket and put his hands on your shoulders (or a more comfortable spot if this can trigger you like it does me. Essentially he wants to ground you.) 
“Mi amor, por favor, slow down. No comprendo.” ("My love, Please, Slow down I don't understand")
Or alternatively, he May think something’s wrong with how excited and rushing towards him you are. He puts a hand on your arm and looks around the apartment then back at you. “Que pasa?? Está bien???” ("What's wrong?? Are you okay???")
He would then notice your smile and beaming expression and relax a little “Dios mío,” ("oh my god")you gave this Poor man a heart attack but he loves you all the same. 
he will listen but he will make you repeat yourself again
But it’s only because he cares so much. He wants to understand, so if it takes him several times to understand he will put that effort in.
He nods a lot, especially when it finally clicks in his little murderous, spanish, brain.
When he asks a clarifying question he always ends it with “yeah?” Ex: “so when you say the sun is a star you mean like that fucking ball in the sky, yeah?” 
He sits next to you, his arms on his knees as he hunches over listening. He doesn’t look at you he’s looking most likely at the floor or the wall as he focuses on your words. 
He tries really hard to make you feel heard but he legit makes that grumpy Spanish man expression the entire time. But you know this is just how he is, he loves you, he really does. 
This man keeps a little notebook, like those ones for detectives that fit in pockets. He keeps one of those in his jacket pocket and writes down facts he wants to remember about your favorite topics. He is like a dad who is trying to keep up with the trends. 
Not that he would let you necessarily see said notebook, he keeps it hidden in the inside pocket with a small pen or golf pencil in the spiral of the notepad. 
He pats your knee like a dad too, to show you he’s there. He’s present with you. It’s subtle but it’s his own way of letting you know he’s trying to understand. 
He would move heaven and earth for you, he loves your intelligence, your insight, he loves you. All of you, no matter your flaws, perfections, your needs. 
So if being heard is what you need in this moment you know damn well he will give you everything he can to make it happen. 
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thesecretwriter · 9 months
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how each moon boy would bath/shower with you (nsfw).
summary: what the title says!
warning: fluff & smut (minors dni) handjob, male receiving oral, fingering, grinding, minor praise kink, slight Spanish (not my first language) 
word count: 1.4k
a/n: just a few thots i have for my moon boys. something to post while i work on my WIP’s. enjoy <3
minors/ageless blogs dni.
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Steven Grant:
The front door opened and closed with a thud. The usual cheery voice of Steven was absent.
“Baby? I’m in the kitchen. How was your day?” you’d ask while tending to dinner. You didn’t see him walk in with slouched posture – indicating that he was very clearly done with the day.
Steven didn’t answer just yet, a hum would leave his lips as he makes his way over to where you’re standing by the stove.
His hands make their way around your torso as he trails kisses from your head to your neck.
“Just want you,” he’d whisper into your hair, inhaling your scent as it calmed him.
All he wants to do is feel you close to him with a minimal exchange of words.
“Why don’t we take a nice relaxing bath together?” you ask, turning in his arms to face him.
Steven smiles appreciatively at the suggestion. You quickly turn off the stove, get rid of your apron and lead him to the bathroom with your hand in his.
You knew exactly how he liked taking relaxing baths. His favourite scented candles being the only light source and the tub full of bubbles.
You’d lay against his chest, as his hands run up down your back. Disappearing into the water and returning each time.
“She’s so infuriatin’,” he’d murmur out so softly that you barely heard it. He’s clearly talking about non other than Donna. 
All you needed to do was listen to him. Be there to lend an ear.
“Told me I wouldn’t make it to be a guide. Can you believe it?” his voice was laced with hurt.
“You’re smart, baby. You know so much,” you say to cheer him up.
It was a fact that Steven held a lot of knowledge about the museums exhibits and no one would make a better guide than him.
His touches were very quickly becoming suggestive as his hand trailed to your breasts and groped them ever so gently.
You picked up on the movement and let your hand trail down his chest, into the water and tease him by peppering your fingertips on his thighs.
“Please,” he’d whine, squeezing your side gently.
With a smirk on your lips and your eyes meeting his. You let your hand trail to his already stiffening cock.
A breathy moan escapes his lips and his hips slightly buck forward.
So needy.
The pace you set is steady but at the same time agonizingly pleasurable for him.
The little groans and clenched beginning leaving his lips encourage you further.
“Faster please… need it,” he’d whine and look from your eyes to your lips.
Your lips meet his in a sloppy kiss and your hand movements increases.
The water around the two of you was now moving around rapidly. Steven’s tongue danced with yours in a searing kiss. His hand was now fully groping your breast and kneading at your nipples – something he knew you’d appreciate.
With a lewd moan leaving his lips, he came and felt the tension of the day leaving him.
“Thank you, darlin’,” he slurs, still reeling in from the aftereffects of his orgasm. Not too long after he recovers does his hands find their way to your body to return the favour.
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Marc Spector:
Darkness surrounded you as you opened your eyes, waking up from a deep sleep to the shuffling movements of Marc.
“Marc?” you’d call out into the dark room.
The sidelight illuminates a dull light in the room, showing you Marc stood at your side of the bed as he switched it on. 
He looked tired and sweaty – showing that he came back from a long night of fulfilling duties for Khonshu.
“Sorry if I woke you,” he’d immediately apologize when he sees you squint at him.
“s’alright,” you assure him and sit up.
He’d insist you go back to bed, and he’d soon join you after a quick shower.
You would’ve agreed if it weren’t for him avoiding your eyes.
Something had happened.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” you settle your hand on his in comfort. He shook his head, dismissing wanting to talk about it.
And that was alright, he would speak to you about it when he felt the time was right, however you knew he needed you.
So, you got out of bed, took his hand in yours and led him to the bathroom.
His voice protests your actions, but one look from you has him silenced.
You start to take off the big sleep shirt you had on and switch on the shower. While that heats up, you begin to help Marc get rid of his clothes, and he complies.
You step into the shower, pulling him in with you.
With the body wash in one hand and the bath sponge in another, you wash off the remnants of his activities. This time silently thanking Khonshu for making sure he didn’t sustain any injuries.
Marc’s eyes wouldn’t leave yours, watching your movements as you concentrated on washing him gently. You feel his hand at the back of your neck and then his lips on yours.
You smile into the kiss and let your free hand settle on his chest. The water hitting the both of you as he pins you against the tiles, the bath sponge now forgotten.
When the kiss is broken, you get onto your knees, staring up at Marc as your hands make their way to his erected cock.
Speaking only with your eyes, you take him into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat as he took control of setting the pace.
He was gentle, yet relentless with his movements. You were gagging, but it only added pleasure for Marc.
His eyes closes taking in the moment, before he looks down at you.
What a sight.
Once his cock leaves your mouth, you stick your tongue out letting him tap the tip of cock on it.
He fucks his cock with his hand as you look up at him on your knees and your tongue sticking out. You feel his cum go down your throat as his moans fill the bathroom with the sound of the shower.
Just as you’re recovering from swallowing his cum, he brings your lips to his in a kiss.
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Jack Lockley:
The morning rays of the sun shoot between your curtains. Gracing you to wake up earlier than you wanted.
The possessive arm around your waist pulls you more into its embrace. Jake groaned in protest at your movements to get away from him.
“Need to wake up, honey,” you’d say with a chuckle as he groans in annoyance.
“Poco más, mi corazón,” he’d say with his deep morning voice. (little bit longer, my heart)
He knew you wouldn’t allow it; you both had a long day ahead.
You somehow manage to wriggle out of his grip and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. After you’re done, you hop into the shower, opting to wash your hair and let it dry throughout the day.
Jake made his way into the bathroom, quickly brushed his teeth and with protest from you, he joined you in the shower.
The antics Jake pulled was irresistible, you knew the moment he stepped into the shower with you, it would take you longer than expected.
He came home tired the night before and didn’t get the chance to ravish you the way he planned.
Which is why his hands pulled you flush against him. Your back against his chest. One hand held you in place while the other trailed down, between your legs.
His cock laid between your ass cheeks as you grinded against him slowly.
A gasp left your lips as he teased your clit, rubbing circles into it. 
“That’s it, mi corazón,” he encouraged and kissed the side of your head.
You felt his hips jerking against your ass. He hissed in pleasure from his cock grinding against you, but he was mainly focused on pleasing you.
His middle and ring finger were inside you, making forward motions, calling for your orgasm. The pace was harsh, but it was what you wanted needed. The increased motion bringing you closer and closer to your release.
His palm created movements against your clit, adding more pleasure. 
Within moments you were moaning for him.
Your moans only made him curse more under his breath in Spanish, knowing it was him giving you this pleasure made his brain go foggy.
“Yes, that’s it. Cum for me, mi corazón. Doing so well,” he praised and held your body against his as he felt you lean against him for support.
His hips still moved against yours, till your felt him moaning in your ear and you could feel his hot cum on you.
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girlwithwolftatoo · 9 months
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Can I request jumpscaring or attempting to jump scare the moon boys? I think if you actually succeeded in jumpscaring Jake he would be proud of you but like so upset with himself for getting jumpscared
For some reason I enjoy jumpscaring as a joke. Some people find it not innofensive enough but bah...
Moon boys + reader jumpscaring them
Steven Grant:
How dare you to scare the sweetest boyTM? Besides that, maybe jumping from behind the statue of Sobek, who reminds him of a certain crocodile lady would be enough...
It works... perhaps better than you expected. Poor Steven literally jumps and he's so freaked out he makes the Mr Knight suit appear.
"Oh no no Steven, take that off!" you rush him before someone sees him. He'll stare at you during some seconds, figuring out what just happened.
Steven has a very strict rule about jokes, he's not a big fan of pranks since he considers them a socially accepted manner to bully people. But, well, it was you who did it, so he's not as bothered as he would.
"Wasn't funny (Y/N)" he nags you, but will recover soon and, in fact, he's smiling just to let you know he forgives you.
Jake Lockley:
Usually he's the one that scares you. There's a hint of pleasure in making you gasp anytime he approaches from behind and wraps your arms around you (there was this time he gagged you with a hand before getting in an alley for a very intense make out session), so he considers you an innocent little butterfly...
Well he shouldn't have underestimated you, because when you finally got him, he went so wild he shouted without embarrasment "¡AY CABRÓN, CHINGA TU MADRE!" (a very flexible expression that can be roughly understood as "Holy shit my fucking God!")
You come out, laughing at his face, not believing something that simple would actually work. Once he sees this was only you, he shouts some more spanglish phrases to show how affected he was ("Chingado, bonita, almost crapped myself!")
But he laughs too. He's, as you said, proud and surprise to finding you can be really mean, in a playful manner, towards him.
Anyways, don't think you'll come clean. He'll make sure you... pay for your little game. But don't worry, Jake knows how to make you scream... and not just by horror.
Marc Spector:
This man has enough traumas for a couple of lives, and maybe playing a joke like this to him isn't easy. Luckily, he's full of surprises, and you managed not only to get a weak and harmless spot to play with him, but also to prepare it in such a way he would never suspect it.
He also screams, but not as exxagerated as Jake and naturally not as freaked out as Steven. His scream is a short, sharp one, and you can see he turns back with an expression of disconcern and waste, as if he noticed quick this was just a joke and can't believe it.
While you come out of your hidden place, laughing, he stares at you with a silent "Are you for real?" glare, which makes the situation even funnier.
"Oh yeah, so funny, keep laughing" he grunts. He's not angry, it's just he considers this pranks as something childish and can't believe you, of any other person he knows, could take time to prepare this prank for him.
There's a chance he'll return you the favor, just to whisper in your ear after you screamed, "What, not so funny when it happens to you?" (all this while a mischiveous chuckle forms on his lips).
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gatorbites-imagines · 3 months
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Do you take omegaverse requests? If so, I'd like to request Moon Knight system/male beta reader, where Moon Knight's dynamic/scent changes based on whether it's Marc, Steven, or Jake in control of the body
Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x beta male reader
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This is inspired a lot by my kinktober omegaverse prompt, so if things are similar, that’s probably why.
To keep things fun, let’s say Steven is an omega, Marc is a beta, and Jake is an alpha. You, being a beta, isn’t really affected by any of the changes in their scents and behavior for the most part.
Betas aren’t as troubled by scents, and doesn’t go into heat or rut. This doesn’t mean you don’t have a scent, or that you aren’t able to pick up your lovers’ scents and the changes in them. It just means you don’t get driven up a wall when Steven smells a little too sweet, or Jake gets a little too growly.
You can always tell who’s fronting depending on their scent. The base scent is the same, but Stevens has a sweeter tinge to it, mixed with books and the tea he loves the most.
Marcs scent is more neutral because of his beta status, but it still has his own personal touch to it, like his favorite gun oil, or his favorite drink or savory dish.
Jake, being an alpha, his scent has a deeper tinge, something akin to musk or something a little wilder, especially if he’s feeling agitated. He always has a slight metallic tinge to his scent, mixed with high quality leather.
You have your own scent too, something more neutral than Marcs as your scent doesn’t change as regularly as theirs do, something inoffensive, meaning it goes well with all three of their scents.
Theres regularly a muskier tinge to your scent from Jake scenting you or nibbling on your scent gland, be it on your neck or your wrist. He’s an alpha, and marking you as theirs always puts them all at ease, but Jake more than the other two.
You guys probably need more than one bedroom, mainly so Steven has a place to build a nest for whenever he needs it. He makes sure to stock it with things for the other two, in case they need somewhere to just relax and be away from the world.
I can imagine Steven fronting, only to take them to the nest and get comfortable, and then shove whoever needs the comfort to the front so they can take a well-deserved break in the nest.
Because their secondary natures are different in all three, their needs are a little all over the place for example, Steven wants you to leave bitemarks all over his neck and wrists. Marc is indifferent about it for the most part, but Jake is left antsy and is gonna leave larger and deeper bites on you for dominance reasons.
Not that you mind Jake biting you, Marc and Steven always wince a little at the number of bites littering your skin sometimes though. You know that it’s a way for Jake to show you that he loves you, so you don’t mind.
Steven will want to wear your scent, and so will Marc to an extent, but Jake wants you to wear his scent. It ends up with them wearing something you scented, as you wear something with Jakes, or their combined scents on.
Omega’s purr, Betas chuff, and Alphas rumble, so its always a little funny when they switch whenever you guys are cuddling. Because it’ll go from Stevens high pitched purr to Marcs softer chuffing, to Jakes deeper rumble.
They were probably scared in the beginning that you would leave them because of their situation, so when you accepted them with open arms, they were so relieved. It helped somewhat that you were a beta and didn’t feel more drawn to one partner over the other based on biology too.
Heats and Ruts were a little confusing in the beginning, since it was mostly Jake and Steven fronting during that time, their needs and scents clashing like crazy.
One moment Steven would be laying on his back and barring his neck, whimpering and whining for you to bite him and mark him. The next Jake would be rolling you onto your stomach and clamping his teeth down on the scruff of your neck as he snorts and growls.
When Marc fronts during heats and ruts he’s just uncomfortable and sweaty. He typically takes care of their needs, like showers, drinking water and eating. You guys just always end up cuddling and watching a movie or documentary on some streaming service.
You use the time with Marc to catch your breath, since you aren’t an omega or alpha, meaning it’s a little hard to keep up with your partners ever switching needs. But you guys make do, and they all love you very much for doing so.
When you guys become bonded, you’ll end up with three mating bites, one from each of them. From Jake its on the back of your neck, right where he scruffs you when in a rut. Marc bites it over your scent gland on the side of your neck, intertwining his beta scent with yours. Steven bites his on the other side of your neck, just below your scent gland in a more submissive area.
They’ll end up with three bites on their body too, one for each of them. Jakes bite is under their scent gland for the same reason Steven left his there on you. Stevens is right on top of their scent gland, and Marcs is the area between the neck and the muscle, below the scent gland since that one is bitten for Steven.
The start of the relationship is a little confusion, but after some trial and error, you guys figure it out well, and you are all happy with it all. Your biggest challenge is probably their heat and rut combo, but after a while you figure it out to a science.
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