#sub!jake lockley
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Appetite
Summary: You have a very high and demanding libido and the boys both are willing to and victim of needing to satisfy it.
Warnings: The reader's gender, exact anatomy, and pronouns are never mentioned but they are a power bottom and or are the ones getting penetrated but are very much in control of the situation. Sub!moon boys and dom!reader if you squint. Groping. Ass slapping (Marc's ass). Overstimulation. Riding. Implied creampies/ not pulling out (wrap it before you tap and or get it). Reader giving oral. Edging.
Author’s Snip: I'm on my freak shit tonight. Never let me listen to S.H.O. by Baby Tate and Sexy Naughty Bitchy by Tata Young while ovulating or else fictional grown men are getting fucked. Submissive bitches, this one is unfortunately not for you.
Notes: I wrote Jake's part three different times and had to write it after getting off my flow so if it sucks (lol) I'm sorry.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 1,328
The boys love you and everything about you. But one thing that they weren't expecting to come along with you, was your libido. Not that there was anything wrong with you having a huge one. After all, no one who partakes in sex ever complains about it. The problem was what that entails for them and maintaining it.
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"Baby, please," Marc says under his breath while he feels you hold him from behind and kiss his neck as he washes the dishes from the two of you having finished dinner. Marc wasn't dumb, he knew you were eyeing him up after you came back from work and he had dinner ready for you, and he knows that you know that holding and kissing him like this riles him up.
"What? I'm not doing anything right now," you say as you give the gap between his neck and collarbone another sensual kiss. "Maybe after you're done washing the dishes we can do something if you want." you suggest, teasingly wording it like he's the one who had the dirty idea.
"I would be getting it done faster if you weren't feeling up my waist like that." Marc claps back, making it clear that he can see and feel your hands moving around. "I could be making it worse." you tease as your hands lower a bit and nip at his skin.
Marc stills for a second, trying to keep back a labored breath that would give away that your little touches are getting to him. Well, it's not that good because he knows that if your hands got any lower then you'd feel his hard-on against the fabric of his pants. "Why don't you just take care of it yourself?" Marc suggests, "We were at it last night. Wasn't that good?" Marc mentions.
"But what if I want a second round of last night?" you question as you squeeze him a little tighter. Marc feels cornered, but in a sexy way that really shouldn't be getting him this much. He felt like a fly that was watching itself be rolled up into the spider's silk, or even a mouse getting coiled by a snake. He knew that he had nowhere to run but also didn't hate it either.
"You had plenty of rounds last night-" Marc tries to bring up but the tail end of his sentence is drawn out a bit as he feels your hand travel down his stomach towards the belt of his pants and your pinky finger break through the waistband. He feels his blood rush downwards and also upwards, making his cheeks out in a blush over letting himself slip up. He can sense your smile and doesn't say anything when you reply with "You were saying?" in a smug and snarky tone.
"Just let me finish the fucking dishes first. Please." Marc pleads. "Go to the bedroom or something. I'll wash my hands and be there. Just let me do the damn dishes." Marc says to add to his plea so that you'll stop with the teasing.
Marc almost breathes a sigh of relief when you unsnake your arms form around his body, but you leave with a "I'll be waiting." paired with an extra nip and kiss at his neck and slap on his ass.
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Hearing the boys moan and overall vocalize their pleasure during sex was something that you loved to hear. But Steven was one of your favorites.
His whines and moans as he came blocked out the sound of the documentary film that you were watching on TV. It was a rerun of something that both you and Steven have watched a few times. So in your mind, you didn't need to hear what they were saying.
Steven let out shakey breaths as he recovered from his high, his third one, to be exact, with you doing the same. He made an attempt to pull away and pull out of you but your grip on his shoulder stopped him from going completely out, making Steven whine.
"Again." you demand as you even out your breath. "But we've already gone three times, love." Steven begs. "Come on. One more time, to make it even." you insist. You sit up just a little from your position on the couch so that you can place your mouth next to his ear and kiss it, knowing full well that that's his own weak spot, and using your free hand to teasingly stroke his stiff cock that's outside of you so that it stays hard.
Steven moans at the touch and feeling on his ear. He knows that you're telling him a lie and that you'll make him keep going till he's nearly passed out, but most of his blood is somewhere else rather than in his brain to help him think clearly. And even then the thoughts that he's having with his other think of head is winning the popular vote.
He's too busy trying to think through his clouded mind that you try to help him out in making the decision for him by pulling him closer to you, making him slowly go back inside of you. Steven shutters and lets out even more small quiet moans as he feels your walls glide along him again. His poor thing is aching from use but he can't seem to get himself to stop wanting to keep going.
Steven makes an attempt to go round four but he can't seem to do it,. So you, again, take the initiative and push him back so that he's now the one lying on the couch and then startle him. Steven gives you a look that shows that he knows you really aren't going to let up any time soon.
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"Shit~" Jake moans out as you give him head in the backseat of his car.
In the small space, Jake and you can only hear the sound of you bobbing your head and the battered breaths and moans coming from Jake, which is a thing that weirdly gets Jake off more when you two get down in the car.
"Slow down, god." Jake pleads, feeling himself start to come the longer he lets you go on. You look up at him and pop your mouth off but keep him going with your hand stroking him at the same pace. "What's the matter? I thought we were in a spot where no one would see us?" you mention while you glance up at him from your place on the floor of the car.
"We are," Jake repeats as he focuses on not coming just yet, "But if you keep doing it like that I'm gonna...~" he can't finish his own sentence and even think about the last word, or else he will actually lose it. He looked and felt like he was trying to hold in a sneeze.
"I thought you liked it when I made you come fast." you question as you lick the precum from his tip that was leaking out. Jake shivers from the feeling but recollects himself. "I do." he confirms, "You just used me up too much last night and I don't think I've made it back yet." he explains.
"Well then I guess I'll just make you come once." you say before you go back to sucking him off, but this time with a pace that doesn't send him over the edge just yet.
After a while, he starts reaching it again and is more willing to have it happen. Jake starts talking under his breath saying "That's it. Just like that.". Just as he starts reaching his limit and about to get to a point where he can let it all out, you pop your mouth off his cock again. He looks down at you in shock that you suddenly stopped.
"Well, I don't want you to come yet." you smile as you watch Jake lose it and start up again.
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I Can't Help Myself (Part 1, Jake Lockley)
OH GOD ITS EXPLICIT, MINORS GET OUT
Summary: Jake accidentally touches a cursed artifact while on a mission. The consequences span a couple of days, leaving you and all of the moon boys in a pretty interesting dilemma. (Part 1 of 3)
Word Count: 3.9k
Content: Sex pollen. SMUT. Like honestly filthy, kinky, unapologetic smut. Oral, PIV, rough sex, multiple orgasms, probably other stuff I’m forgetting.
Author’s Note: Based on a request. I took the vagueness and turned it into pretty much a vast novella of porn. You’re welcome. Also... proofreading? What the hell is that?
Update: Part 2.
It took a few hours to set in.
Neither you nor Jake had thought much about the unassuming clay lamp, which you had transported from some smugglers Khonshu had ordered you to take down. Jake carried the lamp by its handle, two fingers wrapped around the thick clay strap and his thumb on the side for support. He was only holding it for a couple of minutes, but that was enough.
You didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary at first. When you made it back to the apartment, Jake’s hands were all over you, but that was normal for him. It was normal for you, too, and you were worked up yourself just as much as he was.
“Mi vida,” he cooed in your ear as he ran his hands down your back to cup your ass, “You’re fucking beautiful.”
“So are you.” It was true, he looked ravishing post-mission. His hair was disheveled as well as his clothes, and his cheeks tinged red, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and lust. “So pretty, baby. I need you.”
He pressed his lips into yours, grinding his hips lightly against your core. Jake was already forming a visible bulge underneath his pants. The pressure felt desperate against you and he forced your lips apart with his tongue. Desire grew inside your chest, clouding your thoughts as you stumbled against each other in the entryway.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jake groaned into your mouth, barely pulling away. “I can’t get enough of you.”
You mewled as he rolled his hips again, gripping your waist so his arms were partly supporting your weight. His fingers squeezed around your skin, forcing you to buck up against him as light pain shot through your asscheek.
“I’m all here, babe.” You assured him. The two of you were ever-so-slowly creeping closer to the kitchen, unwilling to separate long enough to walk properly in any direction. “All yours.”
You returned your mouth to his, nibbling softly on his bottom lip which elicited a high-pitched whimper from the back of his throat. One of his hands shot up from its spot on your rear, instead snaking into your hair and tugging. Your own hands were thrashing at his shirt, exploring his chest and fighting the fabric that separated the two of you. Jake’s dick twitched in his pants as your thumb grazed his nipple.
The back of your thigh hit the kitchen table as you continued to venture backward. Nearly losing your balance, you pulled on Jake’s shirt for support and a choked groan traveled from his lips and into yours. Suddenly, his hands were clenching the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling upward.
You raised your arms so that the fabric could come off over your head. Jake broke your kiss only long enough to remove the shirt, returning with even more fervor than when he’d kissed you the first time. You had to gasp for air when he finally migrated to your jaw, sucking and biting the skin.
“Jake, come on,” You pleaded breathlessly, “Please.”
Words were hard to form in your brain. You fumbled with the button of his pants fruitlessly and he jolted at the grazing contact.
“Dime lo que quieres,” he murmured. Tell me what you want.
You finally popped open the button, allowing his cock some breathing room. He sucked a hitched breath as you pressed your palm against his length, wrapping your fingers around the fabric covering it.
“I want you inside me.” You pleaded. Your other hand found its way to the back of his neck, squeezing lightly. “Fuck me, please.”
“Of course, cariño.”
Without warning, he grasped both of your arms at the shoulders, turning you around in one quick motion and pressing his back into you. The move stole the air from your lungs, so there was no sound of protest as he again latched onto your neck and curled two of his fingers underneath the band of your pants.
Jake hummed against your neck as his fingers brushed over your clit. You tried weakly to rut up into them, but your legs were pinned between him and the table. His hand ventured lower and your slick coated his fingers as he pressed curiously at your entrance.
“Hmm, so ready for me already,” he smiled against your skin. “Perfect.”
He turned your head to plant one last tender kiss on your lips before pushing you forward. You held out your arms to brace the impact of your chest and face into the tabletop, the wood ice-cold on your nipples even through the lace of your bra.
“Jake—” You gasped as he pulled your leggings down past your ass cheeks to your knees. He’s not usually this rough. Not that you were complaining, though. You relished the thought of him leaving marks and bruises up and down your body. “Honey, please.”
“Shh.” His voice was teasing and drunken as he again swiped his fingers through your slick. You heard shuffling behind you and your whole body shuddered as you felt his now-free cock poking against the skin of your ass. He was so painfully hard already, and you had just gotten started. Jake hardly took the time to prepare you with his fingers before he was pushing the tip into you.
A stifled cry erupted from your mouth as Jake pressed his hand to your shoulder, pushing you into the cold wood. His grip was tight enough to leave a bruise and maybe even break the skin if his nails touched the surface just right. You heard him groan from deep within his chest as he quickly bottomed out.
“Ah, God.” You choked on your own breath. He was pressing into you with nearly all of his strength. It was intense, primal and unhinged. It wasn’t a far cry from how Jake normally fucked you, but it wasn’t the same, either.
Heat and electricity bloomed inside your core as he set a deep, desperate pace. It took only an inch or two of shifting your weight for the tip of his dick to hit that spot with every heavy thrust. Whimpers and groans and little hitched breaths fell into your ears. You wished you could see him falling apart as he fucked you into the table.
You elected not to hold back your own sounds of pleasure as your orgasm began to slowly build. Part of you wanted to pick yourself up off of the wooden top, to feel the heat of his chest against your back and to snake your hand backwards into the thick mop of curls on his head. You couldn’t move, though, with his arm holding you firmly against the tabletop. Instead, all you could do was clench your fists around the table’s edge until your knuckles were white and press your ass backward into his hips.
“I want to be closer to you.” You murmured deliriously into the maple. He barely registered your voice. Not uttering a word, Jake moved his right hand over top of yours, lacing his fingers between your own and squeezing. His other arm didn’t move from your shoulder, but he loosened his grip considerably. Jake’s hips were beginning to falter in their pace.
You tensed around him and attempted to force your free hand between your stomach and the table. There was barely enough room for you to do so, the angle and pressure making your fingers sore almost immediately, but you didn’t care too much about that. You were chasing your own high, not blind to the physical warning that Jake was close to cumming.
With your fingers working rhythmically with Jake’s increasingly sloppy thrusts, the coil inside of you tightened quicker than it had been before. The combination of the fullness, the deepness of his thrusts and the contact of your hand, you were chasing your high at an unmatched pace. You felt your orgasm growing closer and closer and you allowed yourself to enjoy the unfettered whines and moans that were slipping from the man behind you.
His dick stilled as he reached his peak, and you frantically rubbed at your clit in an effort to cum at the same time as him. Rapidly clenching around him, you toppled over the edge as he spilled his load inside of you.
Electricity ran up and down your entire body, branching out like a lightning bolt and tensing your muscles against your will. A thousand stars bloomed in your vision as you squeezed your eyes shut, a whining groan escaping your lips.
Jake let out quiet pants as he gathered his breath. He dropped his arms as he backed away and you felt yourself becoming limp against the table, which was now slick with sweat. There was near-silence behind you. You took a moment to collect yourself, the roughness of his grasp and thrusts now settling into your bones.
“¿Hermosa?” His voice was small and almost meek. “Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” you breathed with a lazy, reassuring grin, “that was a lot more intense than I’m used to.”
He bent down to meet you at eye level as you still hadn’t moved from where you laid. You felt that if you tried to stand back up, your knees would buckle underneath you, so you continued to let the table support the upper half of your weight. Jake’s eyes were soft and pleading.
“I don’t know what got into me. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t.” Okay, that statement needed to be amended a bit. “I mean, maybe a little bit. It’s alright, though. I don’t really mind. I would have stopped you if you did anything I wasn’t okay with.”
“Are you sure?” He was worried. The idea brought a pain to your chest, but also the bubbly inclination to laugh. “You don’t need to spare my feelings. I want to know if I crossed a line or something. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
“I’m okay, babe. I promise.” You reached out to him lazily and he took your hand in his. “I love you, alright? I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m fine. I need you to help me get to the shower, though. My legs feel like Jell-O.”
He smiled softly as he grabbed your waist, gingerly coaxing your torso upward and supporting your weight as you once again stood upright. Jake pulled your legging back up over your hips, allowing you to walk comfortably to the bathroom with his arms helping to hold you up.
“I don’t really like not being able to see your face.” You heard yourself mumble as he turned on the shower. He raised his eyebrow and shed his shirt as you unhooked your bra. “I like to watch you. You look pretty.”
His eyes were lidded so much that he almost couldn’t keep them open to look at you, and they crinkled shut as his face grew into a smile. A soft chuckle escaped Jake’s lips.
“Noted. I sure don’t mind looking at you, either. My beautiful princesa.”
You held the vanity for support as you shed your leggings and underwear. Jake held your hand for support as you stepped over the tub. The hot water stung at first, but it coaxed a warmth down to your bones that eased the ache of the soon-to-be bruises he had left on your skin. He stepped in behind you and pulled the curtain shut.
“You mind if I do this for you? I imagine your arms must be pretty sore.” Jake’s voice was almost a hum, the worry melting underneath the steam.
“Not at all. Just be gentle.” You were grateful for his offer. He began to lightly graze your skin with his palms, trailing from the tops of your shoulders down to your wrists, then snaking his hands across your torso. You sank into his touch, the ginger massage working perfectly in tandem with the hot water to relax your tense muscles.
That’s when your recognition of his different mood evolved into a suspicion that something was wrong. Jake’s hands explored your body a little too excitedly, still gentle as he had promised, but obviously suggestive. He reached up to cup your breasts, rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. His pupils were dilated and, against all logic and basic principles of anatomy, he was growing hard again. Quickly.
“Jake?” You were worried now. It wasn’t that Jake Lockley had a low sex drive by any means, but this was downright excessive. Plus, you were tired. And sore, and confused. He tried to kiss you again, but you pushed him away when his tongue ran across the inside of your mouth.
“What’s wrong?” He wasn’t in his right mind. He was delirious with lust, quite literally.
“We just got finished, why are you like this?” You gestured down to his dick, which was almost at a full erection again. “How are you like this?”
“I dunno,” he almost slurred the words, his hand tightening on your breast as the other one cupped your cheek. “You’re just so gorgeous. I can’t help myself.”
“Honey…” You didn’t know what to say. Hot coals seemed to sizzle in your lungs and the water suddenly burned against your skin. “This isn’t normal.”
His eyes widened a bit. You weren’t sure if Jake was even able to process your words. He looked drunk. Or high, or something else entirely. His face contorted in almost lazy concern.
“What does that mean?” He asked flatly, “Is there something wrong with me?”
“I don’t know. It’s like you took viagra or something.”
He snorted, dropping his hands from your skin. You could still feel his cum running down your leg, your body not angled quite right for the water to wash it away.
“I can assure you, I didn’t.”
“Then what else could it be?” A thought rammed itself into your brain as you uttered the question. You had heard of the legend of sex pollen, but the concept seemed too ridiculous to be true. What was the purpose of such a curse, anyway? But the pieces fit too perfectly. Jake had been the only one to touch that lamp, you hadn’t even come near it. Khonshu had been vague about the artifact, seemingly on purpose. Perhaps this was why. He didn’t want you backing out on the mission.
“I think you’re cursed.” He laughed, blowing off your idea. You grabbed his face in your hand. “I’m serious, think about it. There was that lamp, right? On the mission. I think it was cursed and you touched it. And now you have the curse.”
“What, a curse that just makes me all worked up?” He scoffed, “That’s stupid. Why would someone curse a lamp to make you horny? Besides, I think I can handle that.”
“Can you? We don’t know how long this will last, and you’re obviously not in your right mind. This doesn’t sound good, Jake.”
You let him think it over as you made quick work of finishing the shower. As you turned off the faucet, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, walking hastily out of the room.
“Where are you going?” You called to him.
“To verify your theory. You stay here.” He shut the door behind him, leaving you to dress yourself for bed in the bathroom alone. You heard frantic babbling from him through the door.
“Did you know about this?” He must be talking to Khonshu. You couldn’t see or hear the old bird. “You didn’t think to warn me not to touch the damn thing? The fuck is wrong with you, man? What else do you know? How long is it gonna last?”
You pulled your sleep shirt on over your head and exited the loo. Jake was on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands and an obvious tent still peaking up from the towel.
“What did Khonshu say?” You asked tentatively.
“I’m gonna kill him, I swear.” Jake groaned. “He said it should only last 24 hours. Only. Huh. How am I supposed to survive until then?”
“We’ll figure it out,” You assured him. “But we can’t do that again.”
He nodded defeatedly at your reference to him pounding you into the kitchen table. By now your body was adequately sore and sleep tugged at your eyes. You couldn’t have him manhandling you anymore, especially with the magical predisposition to chase his pleasure above yours. It wasn’t Jake’s fault that he couldn’t think straight, but it was your problem.
“Okay, babe,” you ponder aloud, “Why don’t you try to relax and I’ll take care of that for you. Then maybe you can calm down enough to go to bed.”
“You sure?” He asked shyly. “I don’t want you to feel obligated. I did this to myself, I guess.”
“Jake, I don’t feel like that. I want to help you, okay? Now take off the towel and try to relax. Lay down, baby.”
“Okay.” He nodded and pecked your cheek before you pressed him down into the mattress. He preemptively balled his hands into fists, grasping the sheets to steady himself as your fingers grazed his thigh. “Thank you.”
“Shh, relax.” You wanted to coax him further into the obvious care-free state that the curse had given him. You knew that before long this predicament would prove to be a hindrance more than just a spicy inconvenience for him, so you wanted him to let himself go as much as he could for now. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I don’t want you to hold back those pretty sounds. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? You just gotta relax.”
He nodded in understanding. His eyes were squeezed shut and his fists were balled up, but you watched as he deliberately relaxed most of the muscles in his body. His cock twitched as he released the tension in his thighs. Contentment crept onto his face and he exhaled shakily, his chest calming into an even rise and fall.
“Good boy.” You hummed. Planting kisses on his thighs, you brought your palm to cup his balls, the other hand grazing below his belly-button. He struggled to stay still in response to the contact, sweat beading on his forehead and neck. He looked so beautiful and desperate.
You squeezed delicately, drawing a deep and whining growl from his throat. He looked down at you pleadingly and you returned his gaze with reassurance and determination as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock.
He jolted slightly, but Jake successfully stopped himself from moving too much as you pressed your tongue flat against his head. You would normally grow aroused just from sucking him off, but there was enough worry in your gut to keep your vagina from having its fun. It was probably for the best, as your bruises were already going to be pitiful-looking come morning. You doubted you could get any pleasure from Jake right now without adding a few more.
You swirled your tongue on the underside of his dick as you pressed the pads of your fingers in circular motions on his sack. He continued to whimper underneath you, his fists abusing the sheets as he desperately, desperately tried to do as he was told and keep his legs and chest relaxed. You pulled off of him with a low pop.
“Doing so good, honey.” You assured him. His cheeks flushed pink as you wrapped your palm around the base of his cock and returned your mouth to the tip. His legs tremored.
“I’m trying to stay still.” He whined. Jake’s mind was having difficulty with logic and coolness. All that the curse allowed him to think of was desperation and heat and yearning. He was fighting a losing battle, trying not to move. His rational thoughts were underwater in his brain, held below the surface by a primal driving force with magical strength. “Dios mío, se siente tan bien.”
You removed your hand and hollowed your cheeks, sinking down as much as you could. His cock twitched in your mouth, bumping the back of your throat. Jake mewled and thrashed at the sheets. You had to hold his thighs down.
“Jesus—fuck!” He could hardly keep his composure as you swallowed around him. As good as your gag reflex was, he was a lot to take and you were too distracted to focus entirely. Your mind was more tuned to watching his movements. You wanted to see how well he could follow your directions and if the curse was in control of more than just his libido.
Pulling off halfway, you set a fairly quick pace that matched the movement of your hands. While you continued to massage his sack and bob your head, your other hand explored his hips and thighs, leaving goosebumps wherever it trailed. There were tears in Jake’s eyes—of pleasure or frustration, or both, you couldn’t tell. Regardless, he looked breathtaking, crying and whimpering and thrashing lazily at the covers of his bed.
Your brain wandered off as you continued your rhythm and periodically took him all the way into your throat. For a moment, you even forgot the predicament he was in. You forgot about the events leading up to now, and the consequences that would follow you into tomorrow. All that existed was the current moment. His cock filled your mouth perfectly and his desperate, pleading face blessed your eyes as much as his whines blessed your ears.
He jolted his hips forward, causing you to choke.
“S—sorry… close,” he muttered. Jake was having difficulty forming words, though his mind was entirely warped by the curse. “Baby, I’m close.”
You continued your movements, persisting until it was obvious that his body could no longer stay relaxed. Swallowing his load was a bit harder than you had anticipated, but you tried your hardest as the hot, white liquid spurted into your mouth. When you got the chance to open your eyes again, Jake looked absolutely wrecked. Luckily, he looked much too exhausted for another round.
“That better?” You asked him softly, getting up off of the floor to lay beside him on the bed. He nodded, entirely breathless. “Good. I’m gonna get you some boxers, okay?”
You headed over to the chest of drawers underneath the bedroom window. Grabbing a pair of patterned boxer-briefs, you returned to the bed where Jake hadn’t moved. His eyes were closed and his breath was even and calm.
“Honey?”
No response. You weren’t sure if he was asleep or just far off in the contentment of his own head. Tentatively, you ran the back of your hand up his chest and to his neck before cupping his chin.
“Time to go to bed, baby. Come on, make room for me.” He stirred a bit without opening his eyes, a tired look of protest contorting his face Jake used as little strength as possible to pull himself up on the bed and over to the side enough for you to slip beside him. “You gonna sleep on top of the covers?”
“Mmm.” He responded, again not moving. You tsked as you grabbed a throw blanket from underneath the bedside table and tossed it over his chest. For modesty, if nothing else. It wouldn’t surprise you if Khonshu liked to watch the boys while they slept.
Exhausted as all hell yourself, you passed through the apartment to quickly turn off all of the lights before crawling under the sheets beside him.
Almost instantly, you were asleep.
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What kinks do you guys think sub!Jake would have?
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This is for scientific reasons only
#steven grant#jake lockley#marc spector#marvel#moon knight#steven grant smut#marc spector smut#jake lockley smut#sub!jake lockley
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Bad days
Pairing- Steven grant x f!reader, hints of Marc and Jake x f!reader.
Summary- You help Steven relax and cure his bad day.
CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, porn with a little plot, angst, fluff, Steven being unsure at first, oral m receiving, cum eating, slight sub Steven,Dom reader, Marc and Jake being teases and helpful because it’s them.
WK-2.4k
A/N- Making Steven feel good is like candy to me so I hope you enjoy this.
Not beta read
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You set the groceries down to knock on the door to Stevens flat. You don’t hear any movement on the other side of the door for a few brief moments. You know Steven wasn’t always punctual but he never missed an opportunity for you to cook him dinner.
It was a little nerve wracking at first taking over his job in the gift shop. He was promoted to tour guide at the museum but Donna insisted he train his replacement.
Marc was annoyed in the beginning. How hard could it be to work in a gift shop? He knew Steven had been waiting for so long to be a tour guide and told him in so many words to tell Donna to shove off. Until you walked in.
For once in his life Steven didn’t bumble his way through an introduction. You loved the way he cared so deeply for the regular patrons and cataloged all the items in the gift shop.
He gave you a taweret plushie on your last day of training and couldn’t contain his excitement when you wrapped your arms around him as a thank you.
Ask her now
It wasn’t often Jake made an appearance, but since you’ve come into the picture he was making himself more and more known.
He’s right, ask her
It was a problem for Steven when Marc and Jake were getting along. He has yet to make his condition known to you, but he’s noticed you smirking when he’s talking out loud or having a stern conversation with his reflection in the glass of the gift shop.
“I was wondering if maybe…you’d like to go to dinner with me sometime?”
You said yes before he could even get the words out.
That was a few months ago.
****
Steven noticed you at the end of the hallway as the doors to the lift opened.
I told you to just give her a key hermano
Steven didn’t want to just hand you a key like Marc or Jake would. He wanted it to be special…he already had it made, he just needed an opportunity to present it to you. He’s been so busy with his promotion he’s barely had time for you.
You offered to cook him dinner and he couldn’t even bother to be on time for that.
He looks so tired, even from where you’re standing. You can tell he’s had a rough day and you’re determined to make it better. It’s not often the boys let you spoil them, always so concerned with your needs.
Steven had needs too…he just needed a gentle reminder.
****
“I’m sorry I’m so late, Love.” He pecks your lips as he drops some scrolls to the ground to fish out his keys.
“It’s okay Steven, I haven't been waiting long.” You bend over to pick up the groceries as he drops his keys.
“Oh bollocks, can’t even open my own door.” You try to grab his shoulder as he picks them up from the floor. He mutters something under his breath about being clumsy and your certain Marc or Jake aren’t helping.
“Steven, honey.” You wrap your arms around him as you slowly grab the keys. “Let me help you.”
Steven wants to protest but your hands are like magic covering his. He has to pinch himself everyday to remind himself he’s not dreaming, when it comes to you. Marc and Jake may give him a hard time but he never lets them forget that you were interested in him first.
He sighs into your touch as you slowly open the door. “You’re too good to me, you know that.” He scoops the groceries in one arm and the scrolls in the other.
“There’s no such thing as too good.” Your lips curve into a smile before you lean in and kiss him and he nearly drops everything in his arms.
“Why don’t you set that stuff down and get comfortable.”
He goes to protest but you place your finger on his lips. “Go wash off this awful day, change into something comfortable and relax.” You kiss him again a little deeper and longer, you can feel him sigh into it as you start to pull away. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I would do what she says if I were you.
He pinches himself before he heads off to the bathroom.
****
Steven notes the delicious smell wafting through the flat as he pulls on his favorite jumper and sweatpants. Although he knows whenever he comments on how good it smells you always tell him it’s just garlic and onions.
You’re a picture of domestic perfection as you finish putting something in the oven. You wipe your hands on the small towel as you look up and smile at him.
His feet are rooted to the spot in the living room as you make your way towards him,you look like you want to devour more than just the food. The urge to look over his shoulder and make sure he’s the one you’re looking at is strong.
Your soft hand gently grabs his wrist as you pull him toward the couch. Perhaps Marc or Jake took control of his legs because he certainly doesn’t remember how he swiftly ended up seated with you on your knees in front of him.
The words are leaving your mouth but he can’t hear anything over the buzzing in his ears as you rub your hands up and down his legs.
“What did you say love?” You smirk and lean up, pulling his face to yours as your soft lips meet his. He could stay like this, just kissing you as he melts into the couch. The stress of the day pouring off him like the rain outside.
“I said…did you have a bad day?” You trail kisses along his jaw and nip at his earlobe as you wait for his answer.
“Yes.” It comes out as a confession, like he’s ashamed to admit that he has bad days doing his dream job.
Your warm hands roam under his sweater along his chest and trail down as you hook your fingers in his waistband. His breathing is coming in too fast and he tries to calm himself down as your body brushes against the obvious tent in his sweats.
“Do you want me to make it better?” It’s a whisper in his ear that he hears loud and clear as your hands wait for permission.
Say yes Steven
Say yes Steven
It must’ve been too long, because his head mates urge him to answer you before you change your mind. As if you ever would.
“Yes…please.” You chuckle at his rushed out response as if you can read his mind and know exactly what they’re saying.
It drives him a little bit wild that you’re giving him this attention. He was always a little more reserved than Marc and not as bold as Jake. He’s never been treated like this. The sole purpose of someone’s desires.
You tug a little on his pants and bite your lip. He lifts his hips to help you as you pull them down just enough to pool at his feet. He’s achingly hard as your hand reaches out to pump him a few times.
He bites down on his tongue to keep from coming at the first touch of you. It’s only been a few days and he’s already so desperate for anything you’ll give him.
The genuine look of enjoyment on your face as you stare at it like it’s an appetizer to a four course meal is something he’ll have to frame in his mind.
The feel of your hand is quickly replaced with your mouth as you slide down the length of him, your plush lips wrapped around his cock as you hum in approval. Finally provided the relief you both wanted.
He chokes back a moan as your tongue slides back up, slowly twirling around the tip. A drop of precum trails down the side and you tilt your head licking it up like an ice cream cone. Not wanting to waste a drop.
Fuck
Your hands are on his legs again as you rub them in time with your head as you bob up and down, moaning around his cock sending chills up his spine.
You loved watching Steven let go. It was exhilarating that you could make someone come undone. The dark look in his eyes is almost similar to Marc’s but you know by the noises coming from him and the way his hands grip the couch it’s your sweet Steven.
Put your hand on the back of her head
“What?” He rasps out above you.
You come off with a pop and take in his unruly curls as the sweat forms on his furrowed brow.
“I didn’t say anything honey.” He stares blankly at you for a moment before he realizes he must’ve spoke out loud.
Idiota
“Sorry love, you can keep going…if you want to—
His rambling is cut short as you take him into your mouth again, not wasting a moment as your lips slide all the way down his cock. Your nose brushes the curls at the base and you gag a little.
“Sorry love…” Steven begins to apologize but you don’t seem to be stopping.
Listen to me and don’t say anything
Perhaps he should just listen to Marc, he’s never…well maybe not never, but he’s rarely led him astray.
Put your hand on the back of her head and Gently…go with her movements.
You glance up at Steven who nods his head as he places his hand on the back of yours. He’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like he’s asking for permission to do what you’ve been wanting this whole time. Enjoy it.
You hollow out your cheeks and pull him in deeper as he audibly moans a little louder. His nails scratch lightly at your scalp as he pushes you down a little further. His bold movements turn you on even more than you were before. You breathe through your nose and push past the burning in your lungs to stay on the edge of his pleasure for a little longer.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He mostly says it to himself as you whine your response because you can't really answer at the moment. Not verbally at least.
You know you probably look a mess as your mascara runs down your cheeks and the drool pools outside your mouth as he takes what he wants. Except he’s looking at you like you hung the moon as his free hand swipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye.
It feels like he’s in the duwat again the way he’s floating between this reality and the next. He struggles to keep his eyes on you as he throws his head back against the couch finally relinquishing all control he had over his emotions.
The sounds of your mouth and the muttering of praises are all he can focus on as the familiar feeling starts to creep up his back and infiltrate his brain.
You can feel his legs tense beneath your hands as the grip in your hair tightens instinctually.
“I’m…im close love, you don’t have to.”
Cállate y déjale
“It’s okay Steven, you can let go.” You half pant out as you resume before he can protest.
You place your hand on top of his and urge him on as he curses under his breath. His hips stutter slightly as he feels himself let go, spilling hot ropes of come into your mouth. You don’t let up as you swallow every drop until he’s boneless beneath you. His cock twitches slightly as you come off, slowly catching your breath. His hand drops to the couch with a thud as you raise up next to him and brush his curls out of his face.
The redness on his neck dissipates with every breath that he takes in. He may have been close to passing out if you hadn’t stopped soon.
“That was…incredible.” He half whispers to himself and you chuckle into his neck as you place soft kisses to his sweaty skin.
“I’m glad I could help.”
The timer on the oven beeps bringing your attention back to the dinner you started when you told him to relax.
“Ooohh, the lasagna is done.I hope you’re hungry.” You bounce up off the couch as he stands and pulls his sweats back on.
He feels like he ran a marathon and food sounds delightful at the moment.
“You made my favorite?” It’s said as more of a question than a statement as he watches you move around his kitchen like you’ve been here all your life.
“I made two actually.” You cut into one and place a serving on each of your plates. “Vegan and meat sauce. I’ll mark them for you so you know which is which.”
I love her
Ella es perfecta
You lick the sauce off your finger and he’s brought back to what you just did for him on the couch.
“I have something for you love.” Steven heads to the room briefly and digs through his jacket pocket before he finds it.
He sheepishly returns to the kitchen island where you’re digging into your smaller portion of lasagna. He’s trying to rid his head of these thoughts for a second as you make the same noises from before as you savor your food.
His hand shakily slides the key towards you and you set your fork down to pick it up. The beautiful brass key looks so big in your delicate hands.
“Is this my prize?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eye.
Smooth
“Oh no…I’ve been meaning to give it to you for a while. I didn’t plan it this way…it was supposed to be special and well…”
“Shhh. Steven, relax, I'm just joking.” He eases a little at your words, knowing you’re just teasing him. You and Jake had that down better than he or Marc ever could. “I love it honey, thank you for trusting me with this.”
You lean in and place a kiss to his cheek, shorter than he would care for. He never wants you to stop touching him if he could help it.
“Eat up, before it gets cold.”
Before I take the body and eat my own
No me parece
He eats while they bicker, not wanting to waste another precious moment with you.
****
Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you stare out the window of the bus on the way home from work.
Steven: where are you love?
On the bus I just left work, how was your day?
Steven: It was quite dreadful
I’ll be home soon to make it better
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Let Go
For Kinktober - Prompt: Role Reversal
Kinktober Masterlist
18+ Only MDNI
Pairing: sub!Jake Lockley x dom!female reader
Summary: Jake does not let go of control easily, but he wants to. You help him out.
WC: 2.5k
A/N: Yes a posted a different fic for this prompt, I just hated how it turned out and couldn’t leave it alone. I kept the basic bones of it, just made it into something I’m actually proud of.
This work contains: this is porn with feelings, sub Jake but he’s a brat about it at first, reader is a fairly hard dom, power play, use of handcuffs, edging, bj, face sitting, brief fingering, begging, PiV, riding, mild overstim, Jake has feelings. I was feeling soft for Jake today. Please let me know if I missed anything!
It was a rare occurrence for Jake to give control over to someone else, to put himself in an even slightly vulnerable position.
Because Jake Lockley was not known for going down without a fight, or going down at all really.
He was headstrong, and he adamantly refused to take anything lying down, sitting, or standing up. His stubbornness came as naturally to him as breathing. It was how he survived, and in turn made sure the system was safe. He couldn’t let go of the reins if he wanted to.
Then you happened.
It didn’t happen overnight, but after some time he was able to let his guard down around you. You were beyond patient with him, and always tried to create a safe space for all three of them.
And you eventually became Jake’s safe haven. Where he could be himself, and not be on high alert constantly. Behind those steel walls he put up around himself he hid a desire to simply be cared for, but it wasn’t easy to show that.
He loved when you took control over him, but his deep rooted instinct always told him to make you work for it.
And work for it you did.
You always seemed to default to being submissive with Jake, which you chalked up to his more assertive demeanour.
So when he brought up the idea of switching things up in the bedroom, you were shocked. Enthusiastic, but shocked. You had fallen into a more dominant role before with Steven and sometimes even Marc, but never with Jake.
You knew full well that he wouldn’t make it easy for you. You were counting on it.
Thankfully, you loved a good challenge.
Jake let out a grunt as you shoved him against the wall with a thud, your hands pressed firmly against his shoulders.
You both frantically pulled each other’s clothes off, your lips only leaving him to shed your shirts. He yanked your sweats down along with your underwear, and you kicked them off before fiddling with his belt. You got it undone quickly, moving on to unbutton and unzip his jeans. The denim dropped to the ground and you pushed his boxers down with them to let him step out of them.
“I’m in charge tonight,” you leaned in to whisper in his ear, brushing your lips against his skin. “So be good for me and I’ll make sure you're well taken care of.”
He let out a chuckle, and you pulled back to raise a brow at him like he so often did to you.
“Not an ice cube's chance in hell, doll,” he challenged you with a smug grin, so you smiled right back. “So why don’t you get your pretty ass on the bed?”
His hands grabbed your ass hard, pulling you closer against him than you already were. You mirrored the action, squeezing your hands over his bare skin. You walked backwards, pulling him with you until you felt your legs hit the bed. In one swift move you turned the two of you around and pushed him down onto the softness of the mattress, quickly climbing on top of him to straddle his stomach and hold his hands over his head.
“Let’s try this again,” you took on a more warning tone as you spoke, brushing your nose against his. “Behave.”
The defiance didn’t leave his pretty brown eyes, which you expected. He didn’t try to flip you off of him either, so progress was being made.
“You gonna make me?” He asked with a smirk, shifting under you.
“Do you want me to make you?” You countered, pressing down harder on his wrists.
His breath hitched for a split second at your question, but you didn’t miss the little glint of excitement that crossed his face.
“Maybe,” he answered after a moment, his breathing picking up.
You huffed out a quick laugh, letting go of his wrists to lean over to open the bedside drawer. Your hand shuffled through the contents until you found what you were looking for, and pulled them out to hold them above Jake’s face.
His eyes followed the shiny metal handcuffs as they dangled, swinging ever so slightly. He had used them on you plenty of times.
You moved fast and grabbed his left wrist first, closing the ring of metal around him before looping the chain through the slats of the headboard before doing the same to his right wrist.
“There we go, much better,” you teased, tapping your palm against his cheek lightly.
You moved down his body, leaving little kisses and love bites along the way until you seated yourself between his legs
He let out a small gasp as you wrapped your hand around his quickly hardening cock, squeezing lightly to watch him squirm.
“I’d say you like it when I’m a bit rough with you, huh?” You teased as you gathered the bit of precum leaking out of his tip, spreading it across his length with a slow pump of your hand.
He didn’t dignify that with a response, just watched you with his increasingly intense gaze.
He did, however, let out a choked grunt when you ran your tongue across the underside of his cock before taking the tip into your mouth.
You slowly lowered your head until his tip hit the back of your throat, using your hand to circle what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
Jake tilted his head back with a loud moan as the warm wetness of your mouth surrounded his cock, jangling the chain of the cuffs as he instinctively went to grab your hair.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, watching you bob your head up and down slowly. You looked at him through your lashes, watching as the look of pleasure took over his hard gaze.
You were moving at an agonizingly slow pace, and he knew you were doing it on purpose just to tease him further.
He bucked his hips up slightly to meet your mouth halfway, making you gag a bit. You looked up at him with a muffled growl, placing your hands on his hips to hold them down.
“Stay still,” the look in your eyes seemed to scold him.
Mercifully, you started bobbing your head faster. Jake let his head fall back, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of your mouth over him. The way your tongue moved mixed with the amount of suction you had perfected was intoxicating.
The expression on Jake’s face while you sucked him off never failed to make your pussy drip; that look of pure bliss. You’d never get tired of watching him slowly get consumed by the pleasure you gave him.
His moans were growing louder and more frequent as you sped up your movements, drowning out the jangling of the cuffs. As you felt his cock twitch in your mouth, you pulled yourself off of him.
It took Jake a second to realize what just happened, and he looked at you with furrowed brows as you sat up with a pleased look on your face.
You wrapped your hand around his spit-slick cock again and started jerking him off at a fast pace, watching with a smile as he hissed and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Oh you’re going to be in so much trouble when we’re done here,” he spat out, and you just chuckled.
“In case you haven't noticed, I’m calling the shots here,” you reminded him, squeezing your hand around him to watch him squirm. “So I’d start behaving if I were you.”
You jerked your hand faster, drawing whimpers and moans out of him. You continued like that until you could tell he was close again, then you stopped.
He let out a frustrated groan, gritting his teeth.
You climbed back up him until you were more or less sitting on his quickly rising and falling chest, all the while he was glaring at you.
“Real cute, mi amor, but-“
You cut him off by squeezing his cheeks with one hand, making his lips pucker out.
“That’s enough out of you,” you spat out, gripping his face hard. “I’m gonna sit on your pretty face, and you’re going to appreciate it. Got it?”
Fuck, you weren’t playing around.
He nodded the best he could, eyes wide and full of lust as he looked up at you. You let go of his jaw, moving up so your wet cunt was hovering right over his face. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, desperate to taste you.
“Tap on the headboard if you need me to get off,” your tone softened a bit, and he nodded silently again. “Show me.”
He grumbled and rolled his eyes but did it anyway, knocking his knuckles against the wooden headboard to make a loud tapping sound.
“Good,” was the last word out of your mouth before you lowered yourself down, pressing your pussy over his waiting mouth.
Jake didn’t waste a second before skillfully finding your clit with his tongue, then latched his lips around you and got to work. He sucked lightly and swirled his tongue, humming at the taste of you.
You moaned loudly and closed your thighs around his head, bracing your hands on the wall in front of you.
This show of power had him achingly hard, bucking his hips up into nothing as he lapped at your folds. Your moans hit his ears like his favorite song; it sent an unexplainable warmth through him to know that he was the one making you feel so good.
He moved his tongue from your clit to your entrance, greedily drinking you in and moaning against you. Your thighs clenched around his head for a moment when you felt his nose bump against your clit, so he buried his face further into you to make you do it again.
Jake got lost in the taste of you, in how you were starting to roll your hips, and of course in the pretty sounds you made.
Which made it that much more jarring when you suddenly lifted off of him.
He sucked in deep breaths, filling his lungs with the air they were starting to crave. Once he reoriented himself, he looked up at you with furrowed brows.
You sat yourself back down across his lower stomach, cupping his face in your hands.
“As nice as you would look with my cum all over your handsome face…” you trailed off as you looked down at him with a pleased smile, running your hands from his cheeks down to his chest. “I’d much rather do this.”
You moved yourself so that your wet pussy was hovering over his insanely hard cock, your slit just barely brushing over his tip.
When you didn’t drop yourself down Jake looked at you with pleading eyes, his resolve starting to crumble around him.
He needed you so damn bad. And he wanted you like this, completely taking control over him. It felt so good to be able to let go knowing he would be safe with you.
“Beg me, pretty boy,” you coaxed him, barely brushing your wet slit against the tip of his cock again. “I know you can do it.”
Jake swallowed hard, clenching his jaw.
“Not gonna happen,” his defiance came back full force, and you looked at him in surprise.
“Alright, have it your way then,” you were eerily calm as you spoke, lifting yourself higher up over him before swiping two of your fingers along your drenched slit to gather your wetness before pushing them into yourself.
You started thrusting them, scissoring your fingers to stretch yourself out nicely. Droplets of your wetness fell onto his abdomen and cock, driving him to near insanity.
“Beg.”
You didn’t stop the movement of your hand, your breathing picking up as you fucked yourself with your own fingers.
“Dammit! Please!” He blurted out suddenly, pulling at the cuffs around his wrists. “I need you so fucking bad, honey. I’ll be good now, promise. You’re killing me here!”
A blush crept up his chest and cheeks, even to the tips of his ears. You couldn’t help but to genuinely smile at the sight.
You knew that was probably the best you were going to get from him, so you decided to show some mercy.
You pulled your fingers from your cunt before shoving them into his mouth, satisfied when he started swirling his tongue around your digits and cleaning them nicely for you.
Not more than a few seconds later, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him. He bit down on your fingers, a muffled moan sounding around them.
You started slowly lifting yourself up and down on his cock, pushing your fingers further into his mouth.
“I knew you’d come around,” you teased through sharp breaths, thrusting your fingers into his mouth in time with the bouncing of your hips. “I just needed to rough you up a bit, didn’t I?”
He nodded around your fingers, his cheeks getting redder by the second. You pulled your wet fingers from his mouth, wiping them off on his heated cheek.
“Awww. Are you embarrassed, sweetheart?” You felt his cock twitch at your words, so you started moving faster. “Or do you like when I treat you like this?”
He nodded again, his eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. With his mouth now free, his moans and little whines sounded louder. You knew he was close.
The way he looked under you, desperate and needy, spurred on your own climax. You never thought you would have him under you like this, let alone have him enjoy it as much as he was.
“Shit!” He cursed as he came, tensing beneath you and pressing his head back against the bed. His mouth hang open as you kept fucking yourself on him, his brows knitting together.
Soon enough, you came around him with a satisfied groan. You rode him throughout your orgasm, pulling constant whines from him as you clenched around his sensitive cock.
Once the fog passed, you gently lifted yourself off of him. Finding the keys to the cuffs, you freed his wrists and made sure to press gentle kisses to the red marks they left.
“I’ll be right back,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek before you quickly got a couple warm washcloths.
He laid there with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly evening out as you took extra care to clean him up. When you started to clean his face, you noticed a tear roll down his cheek.
“Jake, honey,” you couldn’t keep the panic out of your voice, cupping his face gently. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m so sor-“
“Thank you,” he stopped you, grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.
“What?” You asked, confused but relieved at the same time. “For what, baby?”
“For letting me let go.”
#jake lockley smut#jake lockley x reader#jake lockely#sub Jake Lockley#there’s not nearly enough subby Jake fics#so this is my contribution#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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How would you think about how the sub afab moon boys would get punished and for what?-🥭
oohh I had so many ideas for this and sorry for responding so late and this took soo long so I just realized I forgot the afab part in Jake (and probably Marc) but I’ll make it up to you anon😭
Steven;
I don’t really think Steven would get punished as much as the others but he would get punished a lot. When he gets punished it’s either that he was so desperate that he kept teasing you throughout the day or he disobeyed your orders.
“M-mff-“ was all he could say with the gag in his mouth. His face looked heavenly with tears trailing down his cheeks and spit running down his chin. You were out with your friends that night. It was almost 10 pm when you got home. You kicked off your shoes before going inside. You thought you heard something while twisting the key but you shrugged it off. Now you knew it was real. Those sounds were coming from you and Steven’s bedroom. You were confused but the more you walked towards the room the more clear it got.
It was Steven. Whimpering-moaning even-. You first thought he was injured and slowly creaked the door open to see what was going on. And there Steven was. Not hurt, no. Far from being hurt. He was laying down on your shared bed, pants down to his thighs and part of his shirt in his mouth his cock in his hands slowly stroking. His eyes closed shut and his face flushed. “A-ah.. [name]..” Your eyes widened in shock. You opened the door fully and slowly walked towards him, not making a sound while doing so. He didn’t notice you sneaking up on him. You were standing next to him, looking at him with with an annoyed grin. “So.” you said in between his whimpers. His eyes shot open. “Now you’re disobeying me darling?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. “[n-name].. I-I’m so-“ You leaned towards his ear and gripped his jaw. “Take off your clothes.”.
And that lead you to now. You were sitting on the chair beside your shared bed, looking at Steven with that same grin. He was tied tightly(not enough to hurt) with the rope you brought out from the box under your bed. You gagged him with the same shirt he was bearing nearly an hour ago, a neon pink bullet vibe and a hitachi strapped to his dick, a heart shaped vibrating butt plug in his ass. His muffled moans and whimpers making you bite the inside of your cheek. “What’s wrong love? Can’t speak?”
Marc;
Yea I don’t think he gets punished a lot either but there are times he gets punished. When he gets punished you know he did what he did to get your attention. Weather he flirted with someone while you were right next to him or he “accidentally” sent you a record of him moaning while you were outside.
“O-Oh fuckk- Sir! Sir pl-please-“ You shoved 2 fingers in his mouth before the noise reached the neighbors. “Shut it. You wanted me to give you a good pounding right? You wanted my attention on you? That’s why I had to get us out of that bar”. “M-fffmn!” “That girl was all over you for fucks sake!” Marc couldn’t hear you. How could he with you destroying his back.
You were furious. Fucking furious. Marc brought you to this new bar to ‘help get your mind off of work’. You were so busy with your work for the past few days that you couldn’t even drink a coffee with your boyfriend. You were so busy that you couldn’t notice how your baby had been trying to get your attention for the past few days and was annoyed when he couldn’t get what he wanted. Now all of a sudden he brings you into a bar and is giggling with a beautiful woman who he says “is a very close friend”. You were done. You finished you drink with one long sip, stood up and grabbed Marc-who was now very close to the said woman- by his arm. “Come on we’re going.” You said with a stern voice. He looked at you and his face immediately changed from a shit eating grin to a worried-almost scared- look. “Get. up.” He jumped from his chair, shooting an apologetic look to the woman before he got dragged away by you. “You little shit. You knew what you were doing.” “[Name] what are you talking about? I was just chatting with an old friend.” he said with that same shit eating grin. But it ended with him looking away ashamed after you looked at him harshly.
Back to now, you were fucking him dumb into the sheets. “F-Fucckkk!-“ he screamed. “What is it? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?” “Ssirr n-no please fuck!!” You reached a hand to his dick and started stroking fast. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuccckk n-nonono please!” he screamed. You grabbed him by his curls and lifted his head up. “Color?” you asked him. “G-green..” he whimpered. You smiled and turned his head for a kiss that turned passionate quickly. He whimpered into the kiss when you started fucking him again. “C-cummingg-!” he screamed before cum spurted out from his cock for the nth time that night before he collapsed on the sheets with his cum puddling next to him. You slowly pulled out without hurting him much and kissed his forehead. “Are you okay darling?” You asked while you stroked his hair. “Mhmm” “Good boy.” you said before kissing his head again and going to geta towel to clean him.
Jake;
Oh this man got punished a lot. For whatever you can imagine. Maybe it’s because his hand ‘slipped’ and he sent a photo of his nude body or that he did whatever he could to touch your crotch and neck all day to tease you. But whichever it was, it all ended the same way.
"C-Can I stop already?"Jake said blushing furiously. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. “Why darling? You wanted me to see your body bare didn’t you.” He was lying on the bed with his back against the headboard while you sat on the armchair next to your bed, observing his every little move. He was wearing a lingerie that barely covered anything with his legs spread open. You had ordered him to finger himself. Slowly. Painfully slow. He let another while escape his throat when your gaze lifted to his face. “Look at how adorable you look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was one of the others who sent me that photo while I was in a meeting..” you said while leaning over. You grazed your nails on his sensitive thighs, making him let out a moan. You slowly made your way to his cock as you gave him a shit eating grin. “Stop.” you ordered him. You started to jerk him off in a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust. He started letting out broken sobs as his thighs trembled. “S-Sir ple- *hic* please! I’m c-close.” he managed to say in between his moans. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten and tighten and just as it was about to break-! … You stopped.
He slowly opened his tear soaked eyes. “W-why’d you stop?” he said looking at you with tears in his eyes. You brought your clean hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby.. Did you really think I’d let you off the hook just like that? “ You said as you got a bullet vibrator from the box under your shared bed. You brought it up to his dick and turned it on. His eyes closed again while his hand went up to your free hand making a grabbing motion. You smiled and held his hand lovingly. You went up to medium speed. “F-fuck.. Please!” he begged. You shushed his cries with praises mixed with degredation you knew that he loved. His thighs started trembling furiously as you went up to the highest speed. “F-FucK! PleaseplEaseplease!” he started begging again, desperate for release. Drool ran down his mouth as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Shitt..! I-m close please s-sir please let me cu-Fuckk!!” his begging was cut off with the release he had been begging for for minutes.
When he calmed down from his high you turned off the vibrator and set it on the night stand. As you were about to get up to get a wet towel his grip on your hand got tighter. “Don’t go..” he said as his eyes were half open. “It won’t even take a minute darling” you explained to him as you gently separated your hand away from his. You came back with the towel in less than a minute and started gently wiping him clean. When you finished wiping him you cleaned yourself and threw the towel in the laundry basket before your got in the bed next to your beloved. You pulled the covers on the both of you and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead as you hugged him. “You did so good baby..” you whispered to him. “Have a good rest now” was the last words before he drifted off to sleep.
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Cracked Perfection (Jake Lockley x reader)
Masterlist | Playlist
*gif not mine*
Warnings: MINORS DNI, Oral fixation, sub/switch Jake, dom reader, handjob, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cum eating.
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: Again, don’t ask me what possessed me to write this, idk either, but sub Jake had been at the back of my mind for a while now. Also, my writing’s a little rusty so bare with me.
TAGGING: @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @swiggy-needs-mental-help @mintpurplemnm @dystopian-reverie @softieekayy
☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Jake Lockley was drifting off to his own world.
You crossed your arms and leaned quietly against the bathroom door as he sits crossed legged on the floor next to the window. You watch as he flips open a graphically decorated cigarette box, pulls out a wretched killing stick and puts it between his lips. He flicked open his lighter, the flame illuminating the high points of his gorgeous features. You could almost hear the crackle of the cigarette from how quiet the apartment was when he inhaled deeply. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth after the long drag and held it loosely between two fingers, tipping his head back and blowing a cloud of smoke upwards, his eyes closed in some form of bliss.
You were never more jealous of the killing machine that he put back between his lips. You didn't want to point out that he had an unhealthy coping mechanism in all the months that you had known him, but you watched on as he smoked cigarettes, chewed gum and bite his fingers till they were raw and red. You hated that watching him quench his oral fixation was the highlight of your day, but you loved how his mouth worked.
The way the corners of his lips would curl upwards when he called you an endearing name in his mother tongue, the way he would press his lips together while he was in deep thought, the way his tongue would dart out to wet his lips; it all was too much for you. You had to push all thoughts aside and remember that he was just a work colleague.
A very dangerous, mysterious work colleague.
You trusted the fact that Jake had this fixation due to the fact that Khonshu would drag him around and dip him in a vat of stress and mentally challenging situations. While most people would hold stress in some part of their body, Jake never really showed his stress to the outside world, always keeping his guard up whenever times got tough.
But nothing got past you, especially when it was Jake Lockley. You seemed to notice every single detail of the man, how he walks, talks and acts. Sometimes, he had the tendency to look completely different, as if he were being possessed by another man. Other days, he’d just look grim and angry with the world and would choose to sulk in his own one instead.
Today was obviously one of those days. He and you had barely escaped with your lives after running away from goons that were sent in place of your contact. Your cover was blown and you were sure that you had nowhere to go as you and Jake slipped into an alleyway where Jake’s bike was parked.
Jake had pulled you onto the bike and wordlessly drove to his place, a place you’d never been to before. It was messy, but cozy and welcoming, a sharp contrast to the man before you. You had waited as he quickly showered, emerging a few minutes later to hand you one of his shirts and a towel.
You had wanted to quietly slip into the living room and not bother Jake but your mind whirled with madness as you watched him smoke the cigarette. The cigarette he was smoking soon turned into a pile of dust in his ashtray. The idea of making Jake come apart beneath you just like every single carcinogenic element in that cigarette snaked into your mind, poisoning your thoughts.
“Oh, I’ll give you an oral fixation, Lockley.” The sizzling thought burned a hole through your brain.
“Lockley.” you spoke before you could stop yourself.
No response.
“Jake.” He was still stuck to the cigarette.
“Jacob Lockley!” you yelled a little louder to get him to snap out of it.
He looked at you instantly, his eyes lingering on your bare legs a little longer than he had intended to. You could visually see him swallow as you slowly walked towards him as if you were a tigress about to pounce on its prey. You sank to your knees in front of him and when you looked him in the eye, you found him staring back with a drained yet curious expression on his face.
You inhaled the scent of the smoke around you, accustomizing your lungs to the sharp tang of the smoke before your fingers flexed to grab his hand that held the cigarette. You turned his hand and wordlessly placed the cigarette to your lips, taking a deep inhale as you casually dropped his hand onto your thighs.
You mirrored what Jake did a few moments ago, lightly balancing the cigarette with the fingers of your left hand as you blew a slow controlled stream of smoke upwards. When you opened your eyes and looked back at Jake, you realized that his pupils were blown wide and you smirked at how they dripped with lust.
“What-” he opened his mouth to speak but before he could continue, you placed your index finger to his lips, hushing him and making him freeze.
“Has anyone told you how pretty your mouth is, Lockley?” you whispered, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.
He quietly shook his head and you pressed your thumb, feeling his plush lips.
You heard him exhale shakily as your thumb left his lips, watching on with bated breath as his lashes fluttered slightly and you balanced the cigarette between your lips before gesturing for him to turn around.
He raised his eyebrow questioningly but complied, turning his back to you. You placed a hand gently on his shoulder and pulled him back, making him lean back onto you. As his head rested warily on your left shoulder, you took a few more puffs of the cigarette. He looked up at you from under his lashes, silently wondering what you were up to.
“Do you know how frustrating it is to see you put all the attention on these instead of me?” You finally speak, holding the cigarette in front of him as you simultaneously run your hand up along his jaw to graze his hairline.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his eyes following the wispy smoke from the cigarette as you stubbed it out in the ashtray.
“Though so.” You punctuated each word so that it’ll enamel itself to Jake’s mind as you slowly card your fingers through his soft curls.
“Now what?” He whispered, his eyes dropping not so subtlety to your lips.
“I’ll give you everything if you’d just ask” You dropped your voice to his volume, tugging slightly at his curls, making him hiss softly.
“Then give me everything.” His deepened voice rang out in your head and you couldn’t help but smirk at his words.
“Open.” You breathed, wondering if he would play along with what you had in mind, your hand dragging back down towards his lips.
A mix of arousal and relief washed over you as Jake willingly let his mouth drop open. You slipped your thumb in and lightly pressed down into his tongue, delighted at the warm wet feeling of his mouth. He immediately closed his lips gently around your finger and continued to not break any eye contact.
It was then that you realized he was waiting for your permission. You chuckled slightly at this, noting how his eyes narrowed a little at the sound of your laugh.
“Go on, suck, darling.” Your words spurred a throaty moan from Jake and he began to lightly suck your thumb.
The little sounds that Jake started to make while sucking your thumb were music to your ears. You could feel the way his whole body leaned intensely into you, almost as though he wanted himself to be absorbed by you. Your free hand slipped into his front pants pocket, fingers unintentionally grazing a particularly sensitive and hardening spot that made Jake curse around your thumb.
You raised your eyebrow and smirked down at him as you pulled out the cigarette packet and lighter, your fingers skillfully working to pull one out from the packet. Jake watched intently as the flame illuminated your face and a cloud of smoke blurred his vision.
As you balanced the cigarette between your lips, you slipped the packet and lighter back into Jake’s pocket, noticing how he unmistakably but subtly moved his hips shifted to meet your hand. You withdrew the cigarette and grinned down at him.
“Do you want me to touch you, cariño?” you mocked lightly, delighted at the way his body was tuning to yours only with him sucking your finger.
He nodded almost immediately, his eyes widening at the tone you used on him. Returning the cigarette to your lips, you began to slide your hand down his chest, your fingers dancing over his curves. Jake hissed in a breath as your fingers grazed his nipples, his hips bucking forward slightly again. You hushed him as your fingers slipped further down, dipping just below his waistband.
The pads of your finger memorized every sharp contour that you found as the small incoherent mumblings from Jake got louder in your ear. You pull your finger out of his mouth, gripping his chin and turning his face to look at you. You resisted the urge to clamp your thighs together as you scanned the worn out expression on his face; his mouth hanging slightly open, his pupils blown out of proportion and his eyes glistening under the dim lighting. Nothing in this world turned you on more than to see Jake Lockley’s face contorted in divine bliss and you hadn’t even laid a finger on where it matters the most.
You let go of his chin to pull the cigarette out of your mouth, only for his head to loll on your shoulder, his breath hot and rapid on your neck. You took that opportunity to fully slip your hand into his pants and your fingers find the base of his cock. You gently wrapped your fingers around him, making him gasp and shoot his head upwards, giving you the chance to catch his lips in a kiss. Your kiss was surprisingly gentle in comparison to the harsh way that you were treating him.
You could feel him relax into the kiss as you started to slowly move your hand along his cock. He was hard as a rock, his body fully submitting to your touch and essentially letting you take control for the time being. You moved your hand gently up and down his length, making sure that the sensitive head of his cock grazed slightly against his sweatpants, making him twitch and shake in your arms.
All of this was very out of character for him as he was usually quite dominating in this department. Nevertheless, Jake swears that he had never felt anything as hot as this in his entire life. Almost all the time, giving up control was not on his agenda, especially because of Steven and Marc constantly wanting to have control over the body. But when he saw you, he was willing to submit, to let you do what you please. He almost lost his mind when he saw you wearing his clothes and he realized almost instantly that you had unlocked his little secret coping mechanism.
Your thumb slowly circles his head, smearing pre-cum and making Jake writhe against you. He pressed his face against your neck as his moans consumed him, occasionally pressing a weak kiss or two into your pulse point, making your pussy flutter around nothing.
“Are you gonna be a good boy?” You say as you continue your ministrations.
“Y-yes, I’ll be your good boy.” He immediately responded, bucking his hips again for any form of friction.
“You’re not gonna cum till I tell you to. Red, if you can’t take it.” you whispered the safeword into his ear.
“I bet you I can, mamacita.” He groaned back.
You began to pump him, forming a smooth rhythm that gave him all the friction that he needed. After a few strokes, his breathing became more ragged and you realized he was close, so you smiled and quickly withdrew your hand, ripping an anguished groan from Jake. You started to smoke your half abandoned cigarette as Jake’s cock throbbed hopelessly in his pants.
After you were satisfied enough, you slipped your hand back into his pants and started to pump him up and down again, only to withdraw your hand every time he was close to his edge. You repeated this for a few more times until sweat started to drip down his brow and the cigarette was stubbed out in the ashtray.
“P-please, amor,” his voice was slightly hollowed out and broken as his eyes bored into yours, pleading in their own sweet language.
You slipped your hand back into his pants and the second you wrapped your fingers around his hard shaft, his thighs clamped your hand in place and he began to fuck himself in your fist. Jake couldn’t think anymore, all he wanted was his release. You let him have what he wanted and he came so hard that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His hips stuttered and legs dropped open, freeing your fist, as he struggled to catch his breath, instead choosing to focus on the soft scent of his body soap on your skin.
You were irritated by the stunt that he had just pulled but you realized that he was too busy coming down from his high to notice the vexed expression on your face. You gathered his release with your fingers and smeared it all over his cock, gripping him a little harder than before. Before he could retrieve his senses, you began to pump him with steady vigor, eliciting a string of curses dropping from his lips as he struggled to move away from you.
His mouth dropped open and you took your chance and slipped your index and middle finger, pushing against his tongue so that when he spoke, it’d be incoherent and helpless.
“No please, please, por favor, I’m begging you.” he cried out around your fingers.
“What was that? More?” you asked sarcastically. “Said you could take it. Now look at what a little mess you are.”
His hand found the wrist of your hand that was demolishing him and he gripped it pleadingly. You slowed down and pulled your fingers out of his mouth.
“You okay there? Do you want me to stop?” you said softly as you scanned his face worriedly, despite the fact that he hadn’t used the safeword.
He took a while to answer, his head swimming in pleasure.
“No, don’t stop, please keep going. So good to me...” he said hoarsely, shaking his head.
You started again at a slower pace, pressing soft kisses all over his face. Slowly, he could feel himself leaning towards a second orgasm and a coil started to tighten gradually in the pit of his abdomen. You coaxed the orgasm out of him gently and soon you felt him stiffen in your arms, followed by the soft trickle of his cum over your fingers.
When his breathing steadied, you pulled your hand out of his pants, looked him dead in the eyes and started to lick it clean. His eyes shined mischievously and you could tell that there was a question dancing on the tip of his tongue as he smiled at you.
“How about I return the favor, amor?” he said, running his hand gently up your arm.
“I’d like that.” you whispered back, thighs clenching again at thoughts that flooded your mind.
He sits up and kisses you with fervor, pulling you onto his lap in one swift move.
“I won’t go slow on you, cariño.” he said, pulling back slightly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.
“I don’t care. Do whatever you want.” you smirked, crashing your lips back to his.
You knew from that second that the rest of the night would be nothing less than cracked perfection.
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Steven Grant x Top Male Reader NSFW Drabble?
Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Cockwarming, Teasing, Grinding, Praising, OCC? Steven Grant
Genre—Lemon/Smut
NOT PROOFREAD
M/N was doing his work in silence, typing away at his laptop as he fills out inventory for his business.
Oh—Also Steven was currently cockwarming M/N as M/N worked. Steven was breathing heavily as he felt M/N's cock inside of him, his cock reaching deep inside Steven
Steven wanted to move so bad, his mind clouded with lust yet embarrassment with the position he was in. M/N would "accidentally" move in his seat which caused a short, immediate moan from Steven.
Steven would look back at M/N, lightly glaring at the (H/C) hair man. M/N lowly chuckled at his reaction, "I'm sorry, baby. Just needed to move." M/N explains, rubbing Steven's hips. Steven whines lowly at this action as he nodded.
About an hour of cockwarming M/N as M/N teases the sensitive man, Steven's body was trembling as his cock arched for a release. Steven wanted M/N to fuck him dumb already on his desk.
He didn't want to spend another minute like this. He wanted to turn around and beg M/N to fuck him.
It wasn't until M/N closes his laptop which catches Steven's attention. M/N's hands found Steven's hips as M/N smirks at Steven's state.
"Oh, please tell me your done..." Steven whimpers out, his hips beginning to move by themselves, grinding.
"I'm done, my love. And since you've been good—cockwarming me as I worked, I think you deserve an award, hmm?"
Steven sighs in relief as he nodded eagerly.
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Y/n: *sees Jake standing next to his limo* Oh, I'm definitely riding tonight
Jake: Mi amor, you can't drive my lim-
Y/n: Eh, your limo is alright I guess
Jake: *eyes widening ever so slightly* Oh *his cheeks grow hot* *pulls his hat down to hide his face*
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Honey, I'm Home
Summary: Taking up the role of being your little househusband was something that Jake wasn't really expecting to enjoy so much, but man, does he really love it~
Warnings: Househusband Jake. Househusband kink.
Author’s Snip: All of you liked my idea of a househusband Jake smut. So I'm giving you what you want. I was originally going to post this after the four fics/one-shots that I had you guys vote on but i thought why not, I kind of wrote it before I had the results in. Also, before any of you can say the joke... three voices come from the gramophone /ref.
Notes: In this, Jake is his own person instead of being an alter of Marc but was also formerly Khonshu's avatar until Khonshu decided to excuse him from his duties. Listen, you aren't here for all that, you're here for the househusband Jake smut. Also, yes, the reader knew about Khonshu when Jake was Moon Knight.
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Word Count: 688
The role and life of a househusband wasn't one that Jake expected to play out and live. What with his work in being the hand of justice for Khonshu. Needing to track down, run around, fight, extract information by any means necessary, and even kill. He's honestly surprised he managed to gain a spouse in that part of his life. So the idea of even slightly being a homebody was something that never crossed Jake's mind once. With him always having a mission, he would hardly have the ability to do house work.
So when Khonshu came and said that he was satisfied with Jake's work and wanted to release him from it and then promptly did, without much talk about it on Jake's part, Jake didn't really know what to do now.
You two had a talk about what Jake could do now with all this new free time. Sure, Jake now had time for more hobbies but there was still so much time on his hands. That was when you jokingly suggested that he should be a househusband. It was a good laugh for a minute until you off-handedly mentioned that you earned enough to support both of you so he could actually take on the role.
That's when Jake decided to give being a homebody a try for a month. And in that month, Jake swears that something just tapped into his brain and he enjoyed this kind of role. Sure, it wasn't easy. He had to stay on top of the chores and errands that needed to be done and do the cooking dinner. But there was something about doing all that work and seeing you come home with a smile on your face as you see him and the house that just completely rewired his brain. By the end of the month, he had an order for a nice apron placed and damn near bought the ones with cute frills on it, ready to be your little househusband. It really did something to him.
It wouldn't be until a while after adopting this lifestyle that Jake figured out that being your lovely little househusband also did something to him. He doesn't really know where it comes from. But it was there alright.
Maybe it was the idea in society that the person who was the homebody was supposed to be submissive to the breadwinner. Or the way you look when you walk through the front door coming home from work and have a tired smile cross your face when you see him and then say "There you are.". He definitely felt it when you would walk over to him and give him a hug with a kiss on the lips to go with it. Or that time you came home and hugged him from behind. He bent down to the pans he used to cook in the dishwasher after just plating dinner. You had let go of his waist so he could bend but you stood there for a bit and Jake's mind slipped into the dirty for a moment before returning them back and finishing the rest of the dishes, and then eating dinner with you. By god, he thought about that for a long time after that.
It didn't take you that long to figure it out though. You had actually caught on as soon as he started trying to hide his erections whenever you'd innocently call him your sweet little husband or something along those lines. After that, it would be something that you'd bring into the bedroom whenever you were in charge.
"My sweet little husband. So good to me. Always making sure the house is all tidy and clean for me when I come home. He deserves a reward for being so good~" you'd coo into his ear while he shook and panted from whatever you were doing to him. Sometimes you'd say "Let me take care of you since you take such good care of me and the house." and it would turn him into a complete mess.
Becoming a househusband has truly done something to Jake.
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Okay but hear me out your a vampire and your friends with Steven Grant who doesn't know he hasn't seen you in weeks and is worried he goes to your house he walks in looking everywhere for you he sees you hunched over your bed breathing heavily he panics thinking your hurt and than next thing he knows he is pinned to the bed he sees your red eyes and fangs you were a sight I mean he always thought you were beautiful but right now he was honestly terrified !
"Y-Y/n? Love what-"
You growl at him showing your teeth before you frowned giving the man below you an confused look on your beautiful face.
"Steven?"
He gives a small nervous wave.
"H-hello?"
"Steven?!"
"That's me Steven with a V."
"What are you doing here?! Wait oh no you know!"
You apologized to him multiple times for attacking him but it just said it was fine (liar)
And whatever else y'all can think of
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07 : Jake Lockley ✧
C.W : dom!gn!reader ; masturbation
Cond. Notice : this was actually so simple like idk why I was holding onto it for so long 😭😭
Having Jake Lockley kneel in front of you is always such a delight. Though, this time it’s quite different. He’s staring at you angrily, while you're just smiling down at him, sometimes leaning down to kiss his neck. He wants to grab at you, make you leave your lips on his skin longer, just before you move away. Despite being the only one naked, he stays in his position, in desperate means of not wanting to disobey you.
How sweet.
Pulling at his hair roughly, you coo cutely at his furrowed face. Jake just wants you to get on with it, and make him cum. But you keep teasing him and muttering little snippets of "pretty slut", as you kiss all over his collarbone, before pulling away. In return, an 'angry' face stares into your eyes as you talk down at him.
"I just don’t feel like touching you today, so put on a good show for me, yeah?."
His eyes widen at your words, and his hand begins to slip to his cock. You're smirking harder as he quickly listens to your words. Sitting back on the bed, you look over Jake’s body, wondering which parts to mark up once he lets up. He can feel your gaze all over his naked body, it makes his face heaten up and fuck, his cock harden. All this attention, it should just be on him, like this.
"Go, on stroke yourself harder, make a fucking mess like usual, like the whore you are."
Quickening his pace, he grounds his knees further into the floor. Your words tinge at his stupid ego, he's not some toy! But, shit, is he listening to your orders so obediently, stroking to that exact pace you want him to squirm at. The glaring eyes still aren't replaced by his usual glossy ones, looks like you'll need to poke at his pride a bit more.
[ 318 km away ]
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content: fingering, top!reader, jake attempts to power bottom, basically no marc I'm sry :/, ignore misspellings pls, I'm high
“You sure he’ll like it?” Steven questioned, looking over his body in the mirror. Though the others weren’t in the mirror, he knew they were still listening in. They were a lot nowadays unless one of them wanted privacy. He wore a matching lace set, one he’d found while getting distracted online.
“When doesn’t he?” Jake questioned, taking over the mirror. His ego was evident in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, winking at a nervous-looking Steven. Marc rolled his eyes from another mirror on the far wall.
“What if he doesn’t?” the nervous man asked again, looking over himself with an unsure expression.
“If who doesn’t what?” You questioned, appearing from in the door to your bedroom.
The second the question left your lips, you looked over Steven. He looked amazing, lace clinging onto his skin, exposing most of it. You could see the way his small cock pulsed in his panties, the lace not doing much to conceal it. It was complete with a nearly see through bra, one much too thin to hide anything.
You smiled, putting together Steven’s previous statement. “I can confirm he does in fact like it.”
He sighed with relief, watching as you entered the bedroom, walking over to him in front of the mirror. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning into the crook of his neck. You sucked softly, forcing a moan out of Steven’s throat.
“You do?” He checked, allowing hope to cross his features,
“You look amazing, love,” You assured as he slowly melted into you. You ran your hands down his sides, tracing his hips slowly. He pushed himself back into you, his ass resting against your crotch.
He was smiling, though you could tell by the small glares into the mirror that he was talking to one of the others. Likely Jake, if he was getting annoyed.
“Does Jake have a comment?” You asked, still focused on guiding your hands over his body.
“He wants to take my place, but we had an agreement,” Steve complained, glaring into the mirror. You smiled at that.
“Jake can plan his own day,” You promised. “I’d love to see you in this again.” Your eyes fell from his face, tracing his body in the mirror. The lace did nothing to hide his features and only made him look better. As far as you were concerned, this was your new favorite outfit of theres.
Steven was calmer at that, smiling at the way Jake rolled his eyes. “I’m holding him to that,” Jake assured, smiling. Still, he didn’t try to take over, leaving Steven to front while both he and Marc watched on.
You’d grown used to the idea of two others sitting in on nights you spent time with your boyfriend. It was exciting, even. And knowing there were having their own little argument about who you’d get to ruin was nice.
Steven’s whine interrupted your thoughts, “Y/n, please?” His voice was high, eyes gazing at you from the corner of his vision. You hadn’t noticed the way you were gripping him, one hand firmly grasping his waist while the other palmed his middle thigh.
“Not enough for you?” You questioned, fully knowing the answer. Steven shook his head, his eyes silently begging you to do something. “Don’t worry, love.”
You held two fingers to Steven’s mouth, smirked as he took them in without question. You continued to trace up and down his body, stopping at his chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned around you fingers, his tongue swirling around the digits as best he could.
After deciding it was enough, you slid your fingers out of his mouth, moving aside the thin lace panties he wore.
You let one finger sink in, treasuring the way Steven bit down on his lip. Though he wasn’t fully stretched, you were able to slide your finger with ease. You slid another next to it enjoying the moan you got from Steven.
“Please keep going.” He opened his mouth to continue, but you curled your fingers against his prostate, stopping whatever words were going to tumble out of his mouth. The sentence died on his tongue, leaving nothing but moans and whimpers.
You could feel him fluttering around your fingers and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re coming already.” Steven’s low whine was all the response you needed. “Did you think about this before I got here?”
Steven nodded rapidly, his head falling against your shoulder. You moved your fingers rapidly, curling them against his prostate with each thrust.
“Marc fingered himself thinking of you.” Steven revealed. You’d have to keep that one in mind for next time you saw Marc.
“Did he imagine me doing this?” You asked Steven, studying the expression on his face.
This time Steven shook his head. “Said he thought of when you let us ride you,” Steven’s voice was weak, and only got weaker when you added a third finger. “Oh fuck, Sir.” The title made you smirk. Steven’s hand reached back to grip your hip, as if it could convince you to go faster.
“You wanna cum in your panties for me, pretty boy?” You asked, watching Steven’s dick twitch rapidly in his underwear. Steven never needed much help to cum. The first time you’d had sex, he’d ended up cumming in his pants. He was no different now, riled up by simple actions.
He nodded, his moans reassuring you. “Wanna cum for you Sir, please?” He begged with such a pretty tone, his eyes begging you as he pressed quick kisses to your jaw.
“Go ahead, baby boy.”
He did so immediately after, a large wet spot forming at the front of his panties. He went limp in your arms, leaning on you for support.
“You okay there?” You asked after a second, helping him lean up so you could sit down on the bed.
Instead, you were pushed onto the bed by Steven and immediately startled, a hand placed against your chest.
“Better than okay, cariño.”
“I thought I said you should give Steven his own time?” You questioned, eyes narrowing.
Jake shrugged, slowly unbuttoning your pants. He didn’t bother sliding them completely off, just enough to pull your cock out over your boxers.
“Steven can steal you later,” He sank down on you, his mouth falling open as well as yours. He was tight around you and gripping your shoulders tightly as he slid down your length. “Fuck, Sir.”
You didn’t wait for him to adjust, grabbing his hips and bouncing him up and down while thrusting up into him. “Well, if you want to steal time from Steven, you should be happy to take whatever I give you, right?”
Jake nodded, the sudden surge of pleasure too much for him to do much else.
“Good boy.”
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The sun and the moon
🌙Pairing- Moon boys x f!reader, Khonshu x Hathor
🌗Series summary- You, a long lost descendant of Hathor, crosses paths with Moon Knight. A chance for Khonshu to reconcile with his past and a chance for the boys to have a future.
🌘CW-18+,NSFW,MDNI, Friends to lovers,Angst, Fluff, flirting, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, soft dom reader, slight sub Steven, lots of communication.
WC-4.7k
A/N- I know this has taken me forever but I’m back with this story. I was feeling a little discouraged but decided to press on. For those that have stuck around I appreciate you so much.
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Not beta read
Chapter 2
Forgiveness is a sign that the person who has wronged you, means more to you than the wrong they have dealt.
Steven has said it so many times to tourists and people he’s guided that he loves living here. So much so that he thought he was starting to believe it himself. The city is nice, his flat is nice and everything is just as it should be. Except for days like this when he can’t imagine why he lives here. The umbrella does absolutely nothing to shield him from the sideways rain that pelts his jacket and stings his face as he runs up the steps of the museum. He puts a tight smile on as he reaches the top and closes it, trying to shake off any excess before entering the building. His previous annoyance leaves his brain so quickly he can’t even remember why he was getting so worked up.
You’re standing there, leaning against the welcome desk. He has to hide the flush running up his neck at the thought of practically having you memorized from behind. You’re wearing a flowy black dress with small gold hieroglyphics as the print. On anyone else it might look a little on the nose but on you it’s adorable. You're laughing and nodding your head as you speak in that palliative tone, like you’re addressing a toddler who just did something brave or new. He can see now why as he gets a glimpse of J.B. the head of security grinning at you pleased as punch.
Idiota
“Relax, Jake he’s harmless.”
Why would the head of security be some harmless imbecile?
Steven ignores him as he approaches the desk, J.B. waving like…well he can’t say it now or Jake would be right so he’ll just say enthusiastically.
“Morning Steven.” The man is so smitten with you he actually greeted him by the proper name.
You stiffen at that and gather your things from the desk top. You don’t look his way as you offer a sincere smile to the other man. It pricks a little at his heart.
“It was nice meeting you James,I’ll be looking forward to the word of the day tomorrow.” You wave him off with your honey sweet tone and saunter away.
“You want to know the word of the day?” J.B. flips open a small booklet as Steven feels the panic rising in his gut. Did he do something? That night had been nothing short of magical and then you were gone. He knew you would be nervous and excited about your first day so he chalked it up to that when you didn’t return his texts or calls. He was obviously being stupidly optimistic that you had enjoyed the night in the same manner.
“Sorry mate, maybe tomorrow.” He scurries off trying to catch up with you without looking like he’s chasing you.
“It’s Kindred!” He yells over his shoulder as a few people look on in confusion.
He shakes his head as he picks up his pace a little. You can’t move very fast in your cute strappy heels but you certainly try and that tears his heart a little more. He’s thankful the hallway is empty as he finally catches up to you, he gently grabs your elbow as you turn to him and he’s fully hemorrhaging now when he sees your eyes.
“Love what’s wrong?”
You just shake your head and wipe your eyes. “I don’t want to cry on my first day.” A small laugh escapes you. “Well, I don’t want to cry anymore.”
Steven
“Not now Marc.”
He brushes his thumb against your cheeks, wiping a stray tear, he’s relieved you don’t pull away but you’ve got this far away look in your eyes. “Did I do something to upset you?”
Steven
“I’m a little busy at the moment.”
He seems distracted and genuinely concerned. You know it wasn’t in his nature to be mean, but you waited for so long. No note or sign that he would be back, or maybe he stepped out for coffee. You waited and waited until it started to feel like you couldn’t breathe.
“That morning.” You glance around making sure you are alone. “You were gone and I waited.” The tears start to flow again. It's so embarrassing to be crying in the hall on your first day.
Steven, it’s my fault
His eyes go wide for a moment as he regains his composure. He doesn’t want to immediately throw Marc under the bus so he scrambles for an explanation.
Blame Khonshu, he won’t even know
DON'T BLAME ME WORM
Steven ignores the giant bird at the end of the hallway, unsure of why he’s even here. “Well you see Love, sometimes Khonshu needs us at the last minute. I know that’s not an excuse but I promise it’ll never happen-“
You cut off his rambling as you wrap your arms around him, nearly knocking the wind out of him in the process.
See I told you it would work.
You lean back looking up into his puppy dog eyes. “I thought maybe you were having second thoughts.”
“Of course not, never that. In fact I’d like to…we’d like to make it up to you.” He scrunches his nose and you wonder if Jake or maybe even Marc are listening. “Dinner, our place on Friday….I promise no waking up alone.”
You peek around him as you start to hear voices down the hall. Your lips meet his briefly as his hands start to wander. “ I’d love to.”You run away before you have a chance to see the awestruck look on his face. You don’t want to get caught kissing a coworker on your first day of your new job.
Why is he here?
You don’t notice the bird leaning against the wall watching you intently as you enter the office now marked with your name on it.
****
Maybe it was the flirty texts that you kept sending each other all week, or the anticipation of not having seen them because you were so busy with taking on the new duties of your job. Perhaps the cute little notes they would leave under your office door has something to do with it.
My word of the day is peeved.
Peeved that a bloke like j.b. Even thinks he has a chance.
You chuckle at the yellow post it that was slid under your door after lunch. It’s cute how Steven has absolutely no clue that you aren’t interested in each other in the least bit. J.B is sweet and unassuming but he doesn’t hold that same charm that you see in them. It is nice however to feel wanted and sought after. It wasn’t that you were trying to make them jealous but they deserved a little shake up after the stunt they pulled that first night you stayed over.
In all honesty you knew for a fact that your relationship was strictly platonic, having met the girl that caught his eye that led small exhibit tours. You may have had a direct hand in setting them up on their first date.
It didn’t stop you from relishing in the attention from Steven or Jake making the occasional unsolicited appearance at the museum despite their protests. Just to check on you.
It’s ironic how Marc catches on first…that day before your planned date when they enter the lobby and he can feel the heat rising in his chest at the sight of you leaning against the welcome desk. The knit brown dress hugging your body in all the right ways and those damn heels that he’s not sure how you can wear everyday and still manage to do your job expertly.
It’s then that it dawns on him how J.B. Is looking at you like someone he admires and not someone to be conquered. A prospective he’s never seen until this moment that a man could look at you simply as a friend or a companion. It startles him to think that he’s gone at this all wrong, maybe you look at them as a friend as well. Someone to help you along in your career and nothing more.
Marc doesn’t even realize he’s fronting until you catch his eye. Steven is a distant garbled voice in his ear the moment you smile at him. It’s obvious you’re the only one privy to their existence and he should be extremely grateful for your trust and the delicate way in which you handle them. You reach over the desk for a pen and post it as you scribble something down on it.
Oy, what do you think you’re doin mate?
It’s obvious only to you how he squares his shoulders and straightens up. His eyes are clear and focused and he has this permanent smirk about him. The furrow of his brow is like Goldilocks and the three bears, him being smack dab in the middle.
Did you forget you don’t work at the museum?Steven pesters in his head but something keeps Marc here, pulled to you and whatever’s unfolding in front of him.
“Have fun with Laura, I look forward to hearing all about it on Monday.” You wink at J.B. and the man turns a shade of red that he didn’t think existed in the color wheel.
I don’t even hang around this long hermano.
J.B. tips his head to you as you round the corner closest to him at the desk. “Th…thanks again.” He half stammers out but you give him grace.
“Don’t mention it James.” You lean in whispering something that Marc only catches the tail end of. It’s with a V remember. You pat him on the shoulder as you make your way towards your office, the echo of your heels clicking along the marble floors.
It leaves him utterly speechless as J.B. properly greets his head mate hello for the fifth time this week. The person he’s worked with for three years and could never get his name right and yet now somehow he has it perfectly down to a science.
He waves him off, not yet ready to relinquish the body to the true holder of the day. His adrenaline is too high and he’s too set on figuring you out. He was determined to keep you at arms length and now it’s as though he can’t be away from you. He stumbles a little, drawing a few eyes as Steven tries to forcibly take the body.
Whatever you’re going to do, do it fast because I can’t hold him off much longer.
He picks up his pace a little trying not to seem hasty as you’re almost to your office door. Moving quickly and yet gliding slowly all at once.
He ignores the bird once more perched in the corner of the hallway, now a constant presence in your daily lives. Annoying them even in silence as he watches and judges their every move.
You stop just before the door and turn to face him, your hand reaching out for him and upon impulse he can’t help but take it. It’s like his body is not his own of course it’s not but in so many different ways. He feels this pull towards you like he would combust if he didn’t follow your every move.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you later.” Your breath fans across his face as he closes the gap, desperately wanting to open the door behind you and do unspeakable things to you in that office marked head curator with your name not yet etched in the paint.
All he can manage is a nod as a small post-it is slipped into his palm. His heart beats at a dangerous pace as he feels Steven pull to the front just as your office door closes in his face.
Word of the day Lecherous
Steven stands there and stares at it, your perfect handwriting and the curvy letters not making sense in his brain. The brain that he shares with two others who seemed to have stalled at the word.
He hurries as fast as he can, glancing down at the watch on his arm. Fifteen minutes until his first tour starts. Plenty of time.
Just look it up on your phone
“Oh well now, where’s the fun in that?”
Jake just chuckles at the scene unfolding before him as Steven races to the Museum Library. Heading straight to the dictionaries and forgoing the questions from the librarian who usually knew what he was shopping for.
“Oxford, Oxford…” he drags his thumb along the bindings until he finds the one he wants. He flips the pages open, finally landing on the word. “Lecherous, having or showing…” The rest of the words die on his throat.
Strong feelings of sexual desire.
****
You’re not sure what came over you this morning, what could’ve possibly possessed you to be so forward with Steven. The growing sexual tension between you has reached a fever pitch and he completely took you by surprise when you arrived tonight at their flat. His mouth was on you before you stepped through the door. The look in his eyes when he would try to focus on his task at hand as every piece of clothing was peeled from your body.
The ravenous way he licks up your neck as he has you pinned against the door, the feral sounds coming out of his mouth as you palm at his boxers having nearly undressed him in a hurry.
You need him in a way that scares you. Your hands roam over his tan, toned chest as something flashes in your eyes. It’s brief but doesn’t go unnoticed by his head mates. Steven too caught up in finally having you all to himself.
“Steven.” You pant against his mouth as he holds you suspended. “Bed…please.”
You yelp as he throws you over his shoulder. It still amazes you that this soft spoken, bibliophile has so many secrets. Never wanting to divulge too much into his night time activities. You suppose the job description comes with superhuman strength.
You giggle as he throws you down in the bed. A bed you’ve been in before under much different circumstances. Always the gentleman letting you have the bed when you stayed over as “just a friend”. You hope after tonight the latter changes into something more.
You feel a little exposed as he hesitates to join you on the bed. His eyes roaming over your body as he breathes heavily through his nose.
Really he’s thinking how lucky he is. How he could’ve possibly ended up here with you in his bed, looking at him with that slight nervous smile. He hates making you squirm but he loves knowing you’re wanting this just as much as he does. A few deep breaths won’t hurt to keep the lion in the cage a little longer.
“You are absolutely gorgeous love.” He licks his bottom lip as he dips down onto the bed. He leans down kissing up your thighs and stomach as you let out a contented sigh.
He kisses up your jaw and your lips meet his all soft and warm. His chest blooms with pride as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and you instinctively lift your hips. “So good for me love.”
You gasp as his fingers rub through your slit, groaning at how wet you are for him. You tug on his hair as he dips two fingers in, giving you no time to adjust as he curls them hitting that spot that makes you go dumb.
“Fuck…Steven.” You moan as you arch your back into him. You can feel the wet patch rub against your thigh as he ruts into you.
He’s making you sing, like he’s known your body for years. He pumps them in and out as you cry out his name louder, plummeting towards your first orgasm. You’re both too caught up to question why he’s working with expert precision. Like a book he’s read a million times he’s got you memorized.
The way you say his name spurs him on even more. The feeling is intoxicating, having you at his mercy. The louder you get the more he can feel the growing presence looming in the background. The ones that have been so quiet as to not disturb this moment. They never discussed being around and yet it turns him on even more knowing they can see how he’s got you all worked up for him.
Perhaps he should tell you but he wouldn’t dare ruin this moment. As you grip right onto his shoulders growing closer to your end. You whimper softly in his ear as he presses his thumb down on your clit. A soft cry as your climax washes over you like a warm bath.
You’re bathed in a soft sheen of sweat as you come down from your high. Your body is so hot…yes you are beautiful but physically you’re burning up. It would be concerning to anyone else if you didn’t look like you were in absolute heaven. He kisses your forehead as you smile sweetly at him. He’d be perfectly content with this being all you did tonight, but when you pull him down to you licking into his mouth as you pull down his boxers he knows you have other things in mind.
“Steven, can I ride you?” The most sinful words leave your mouth the most innocent look on your face.
Mierda
He nods frantically ignoring the first thing Jakes said in hours as you switch places. You swing your leg over his hip as your hands are on his chest, gently guiding him down against the pillows. You lean forward kissing him as you rub your pussy along his impressive length, not yet wanting to put it in. He groans against your mouth as you grind your hips nearly coming at the sweet friction.
“I’m on the pill, unless you want to wear a condom.”
“No!” It’s said more desperately than he intended as he grips your waist helping you rub deliciously along his cock. “I need to feel you.”
You slide forward just enough to notch his tip at your entrance before you sink down, taking him all the way to the hilt in one swift movement. He chokes on his words as you bottom out. Pushing against him to sit fully upright. His hands are sure to leave bruises as he fights the urge not to come just looking at you, seated perfectly in his lap.
Your eyes are hooded as you wait for him to catch his breath. One hand comes to squeeze your breast as you bite your bottom lip, clenching down on him.
She’s a fucking goddess
“Ya she is.”
It wasn’t meant to be said out loud but you don’t seem to notice or mind that you might be being watched by more than his eyes.
You experimentally roll your hips, reveling in the way he looks so wrecked beneath you. The slow drag of him through your walls as you trace your hand along his jawline. He may be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and right now he’s at your mercy.
He’s babbling nonsense as you pick up your pace, bouncing up and down on his cock as his strong hands lift you. He throws his head back as he meets you thrust for thrust and you’re not sure how much longer you can last like this.
The word Jake is looking for is completely lost on him. Impressed doesn’t seem to cut it at the moment as he watches you take what you’ve wanted for months. He has to hand it to Steven for lasting this long with the way your tits bounce and you moan his name he’s not sure he’d be fairing the same.
Marc knows he fucked up the other day and yet here you are, all forgiveness and peace. You’ve been that way since the beginning, since that first day they met you. Any small part of him that was trying to keep you at arms length because of how things ended with Layla is out the window.
“Steven…I’m so close.” You whine out as he pulls you down to him.
His arms wrap around you tight as he pulls you into a messy kiss, his hips punching every breath out of your lungs as he takes control from the bottom. It’s intoxicating how he grunts in your ear with exertion as he hits that spot over and over. Your pussy clenching around his cock as he bites down on your shoulder.
You hope he’s not gone deaf from the scream you let out as you reach your climax.
“Oh fuck, love where?”
“Inside me Steven.”
He groans as he spills himself deep inside you, an obscene sound of skin on skin as you ride out your high echoes through the room. He rubs your back whispering praise into your ear as you shake in his arms.
“Steven that was…”
“I know love…it was for me too.” He kisses you softly as you bask in the afterglow. Not yet wanting to break this spell. You wonder what he’s thinking right now as he smiles up at you, brushing your hair back from your face.
Steven rolls you slightly to deposit you under the sheets. He retreats to the bathroom, running a warm washcloth under the tap and catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror.
Bravo hermano
Not that he needed the praise but it makes him swell with pride nonetheless.
You’re already nearly asleep when he returns to clean you up, gently brushing the towel over you trying not to wake you too much. You look perfectly divine in their bed and he knows they’re all thinking it. Even if it’s too soon, they hope that this will be a permanent thing.
You stir a little as he slides under the covers, wrapping his arms around you as you nestle closer to him.
“Sleep love, I’ll be here in the morning.”
****
There's a slight knock on your chamber doors before you beckon the visitor to come in. You recognize the small stature of your servant girl but her face is shielded by the large cartouche adorned with flowers. She sets it down on your table along with the rest you’ve received each day this week, which would make this the fifth.
She sends you a knowing glance as she sets them right to face the sun shining bright from the west doors. “Hathor, you must have done something right.”
“Watch yourself.” You point at her. “I’ve done nothing of the sort.”
“My apologies.” She dips her head as she bows to you.
You approach her and lift her chin slowly with your finger, the timid look on her face is not one you’re used to. You weren’t like the others and it came off harsher than intended. “You’re forgiven, I just don’t want people getting the wrong idea.”
“Forgive me….but Khonshu is hardly one to try this hard.”
You laugh at her forwardness but decide she needs a lesson in things above her comprehension.
“My dear, that’s exactly my point. He’s trying very hard and it’s all for me. Why would I make it so easy for him to stop trying?” You release her chin as she weighs your words. “You can go now, I won’t be needing your assistance until the feast.”
She bows her head and exits your chambers leaving you to admire the newest addition of flowers.
The scent of jasmine fills the air as you run your finger along the orange mandrake petals. In the center of each ornate bouquet was a large blue lotus flower. Perhaps a coincidence on his part that it happened to be your favorite.
You pluck out a small sealed papyrus placed in the soil. You brush your fingers along the delicate paper not wanting to miss a detail.
My dearest Hathor,
I have waited a thousand years for you, and I will wait a thousand more.
Mer Khonshu
****
You wake just as you did that first morning after spending the night with Steven but this feels much different. You’re wrapped up a little tighter than when you fell asleep. You’re hugging a pillow that must be theirs as the smell of musk and pine hits your senses.
Another smell is working its way to you, nutmeg and vanilla with a hint of coffee. You sit up and stretch your sore muscles and find a small pile of clothes next to you on the bed. You can see a shirtless Steven humming something in the kitchen, his back muscles rippling as he stirs something in the bowl. His sweats are hung low on his waist and his shoulders are squared back and for a brief moment you wonder who you are actually looking at.
It sounds like he’s talking to someone…more like bickering so you take this moment to slink out of bed and freshen up in the bathroom.
You stare at your reflection in the mirror and to your surprise you look refreshed. Dare you say even glowing, despite needing a shower. You splashed some water on your face and used your spare toothbrush that they insisted you leave here and it dawns on you how normal this all feels. Over the months you’ve weaved your way into their lives and they gladly accepted whatever form of this they could get.
You pull on the gray sweatpants and breathe in the fresch scent of the gently used museum gift shop t-shirt Steven lent you before pulling it over your head.
You notice when you exit the bathroom he’s wearing a shirt now and you silently wish he was still shirtless so you could run your hands along his toned chest. His posture is much more relaxed now as he cautiously smiles at you. “I hope you like French toast.” He says as he serves you up a plate of golden brown goodness.
“I happen to love French toast, although I’m sure whatever you make would be amazing.” He blushes at the compliment as you take a seat at the kitchen island, not wasting a moment to dig in. In your haste you both had forgotten dinner the night before and you didn’t realize how starving you were.
You moan as the syrupy sweet flavor hits your tongue and his eyes widen a little as he leans against the counter gauging your reaction. A quick glance to his left that you almost miss and he clears his throat. “I’m afraid I can’t take credit for breakfast darling.”
“Oh.”
“Ugh ya…Marc figured it would be best I don’t burn the house down trying to impress you.” He nervously rubs his hand along the back of his neck.
“Well consider me impressed, and tell Marc to stop cooking for me and disappearing.”You reach over, taking his other hand pulling him towards you as he kindly obliges. You spin the chair as he settles in the spot between your legs. His hands instinctively go to your waist as his warm breath fans across your face. “Steven…can I kiss you?”
He huffs out a little in laughter as you tilt your head in question. “Love, after last night. You never have to ask.”
He closes the space between you as his lips meet yours. The taste of mint and syrup mixing together as he cups your jaw with his palm. Your chest blooms as you revel in the way he already has you like putty in his hands. It’s a moment before you break away for air and if you have a repeat of last night you’ll die from starvation.
“I hope you slept well.”
You humm as you resume your breakfast, he’s leaning against the counter again, completely content with just watching you enjoy your breakfast. “I did…but I keep having these bizarre dreams.” You think back for a moment just staring at some object on the counter.
“Care to share it with me.” He asks as the presence of both head mates are at attention.
“Tell me more of your god Khonshu?”
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The Vegan In A Steakhouse
Summary: Steven took you out for dinner but certainly didn't expect to be the main course.
Pairing: sub!Steven Grant x fem!Reader (brief mentions of Marc and Jake)
Word Count: ~ 2k
Content Warning: fluffy restaurant smut 18+!, very public teasing, pet names, Steve being the bottom that he is, soft FemDom reader, a pair of ruined pants, a lot of action under the table, a hint of degradation kink
A/N: There's no way I could write something about Steven Grant without slipping some Egyptian history talk in there
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Carefully flipping the pages of the leather-wrapped menu the waiter had handed to Steven and you a couple of minutes ago, you heard the man sitting in front of you huff.
"What's a bloody vegan gonna eat in a steakhouse?" Steven mimicked the insensitive words his pain-in-the-ass boss Donna had thrown at him the other day.
The more Steven had told you about her, the more you disliked that woman for being a condescending twat. She clearly was very narrow-minded when she thought it was a silly idea to take you out to a steakhouse just because he preferred not to eat any animal related products.
"Stupid goose.", Steven mumbled, obviously still agitated by Donna's antics "Look, there's plenty of beautiful salads on the menu and who am I to say no to a very charming serving of chips? They even offer vegan mayonnaise!"
His little fuss elicited a small chuckle from you, because Steven took everything to heart... sometimes more than for his own good necessary.
"Steven..", you lowered the menu so you could peak over it's edge across the table "She's not worth your thoughts and besides, I'm really happy that you took me here."
To support your words, you threw him a warm smile and a small nod.
A sigh fell from his lips as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. He still had that sparkle in his eyes, looking at you as if it was the first time he took you out on a date. Steven had this very special, unadulterated beam of affection whenever he looked at you and even after months of dating him it never failed to make you heart skip a beat.
"I'm glad to hear that, love." He responded, the frown on his forehead softening out.
"Let's just have a good night out. We both deserve that."
Steven nodded at that before he lowered his focus back onto the menu. You were sure to notice a faint flush of red on his cheeks and you bit your tongue to withhold a satisfied grin.
First and foremost he deserved this night out because he'd been such a good boy for you the past weeks.
After getting to know him it didn't take much to figure out that Steven Grant from the gift shop liked to be guided by a bit more of a firm hand and you gladly had taken that place. The both of you complemented each other in that way very well. So, to test your good boy's patience a bit you had proposed the idea of a little chastity to him. To that Steven had excitedly agreed, whereas Marc, let alone Jake weren't the biggest enthusiasts of this game to say the least. Eventually both of them had stopped their little frustration tantrum because, even though you also knew and got along well with Marc and Jake, it was mainly Steven you were dating and the other two came to terms with taking a step back.
After studying your own menu once more, you reached out to a waiter, letting them know you were ready to order. While Steven had decided on a large portion of thick-cut chips with a serving of said vegan mayonnaise in addition to a grilled veggie sandwich, you treated yourself to a rump steak with a salad on the side. You wrapped up your order with the waiter's recommendation for a bottle of red wine since neither of you were big in the wine game.
"Did you know...", It nearly bursted out of Steven as soon as the waiter had left "In ancient Egypt people mainly had only breakfast and dinner? They started their day with bread and beer."
"That doesn't sound all to bad, does it?" You snickered not only at the info given but also at seeing Steven taking the next best opportunity to talk about what he was passionate about. You enjoyed hearing about all that he had to tell. It reminded you of your childhood hyperfixation with ancient Egypt that sadly died along the way. Almost even more you loved seeing his face lighten up whenever he had the chance to just ramble without any judgment or fear of being annoying and that, for sure, he was not.
"And what about dinner?" You asked, reassuring him that you wanted to hear more about it.
A wide smile spread across Steven's clean shaven face and with an undeniable enthusiasm he continued: "Dinner was more of an opulent thing. Of course, more beer and bread but also different meats and vegetables. Preferably garlic, scallions, cucumbers and turnips. And...", He playfully rose one of his defined eyebrows "Back then it would've been quite a big no-no what we are doing here."
"Oh, how come?" You responded with a curious smile playing around your lips while leaning your face into the palm of one hand.
"Since we aren't married we would've gotten separated by gender for one of those fancy banquets." Steven reciprocated, his gaze slowly turning to the side from where a waiter was approaching, ready to pour two glasses of wine.
Both of you thanked the waiter after they elegantly filled both glasses with deep red liquid and left the bottle at the table.
"Appears a bit prude to me.", You stated while rasing your glass towards Steven "Cheers to being in the here and now then, hm?"
"Cheers to that and... cheers to us."
The filigree glasses clinked against each other.
"Cheers to us." You repeated, guiding the glass to your lips and taking a sip.
To your relief it didn't take too long for the food to arrive. As nice as sitting there and chatting with Steven was, your stomach had already been rumbling as you arrived at the restaurant. After taking a few bites out of your steak, you were sure to have ordered the right thing because it was without any doubt truly delicious. Now that you had stilled the most pressing needs of your stomach your attention shifted back to Steven, who was gleefully munching away on some chips.
Holding back a mischievous grin, you slowly slipped one foot out of the heels that you were wearing and stretched your leg towards Steven's. Your toes gently nudged his knee and upon that he coughed under his breath, almost getting a piece of fried potato stuck in his throat.
"How are the chips?" You asked, your voice laced with play-pretend innocence.
"They.. uh... they are great!" Steven mumbled, a faint rush of confusion washing over his features.
"How's the steak?" He asked in return, his eyes transfixed on his plate.
"Oh, it's really enjoyable." With your response your foot rose a bit higher towards the inside of his thigh.
In the span of seconds Steven's cheeks flushed red.
"Is everything alright, dear?"
"Sure, I- I'm aces." He already sounded close to tripping over his own words and you had to pull yourself together so hard as not to let a laugh slip over your tongue.
"I'm glad to hear that. I've put you through quite the hassle the last few weeks, hm?"
"Ah, no, it- it's, I've been... it's all good." Steven huffed, not yet daring to look up from his plate as you deliberately caressed his slacks-clad thigh underneath the luxurious eggshell-white table cloth.
Tonight he served quite a look in his button up shirt and a fancy burgundy tie. As per usual he really was trying his best when it came to you and you couldn't be more grateful for all the effort he put into pleasing you.
"I gotta say...", You stated with a carefully low voice after taking a good sip from your glass "You've really been such a good boy for me, Steven."
Now not only his cheeks were flushed, but his entire face got covered in a flustered red at which your heart started pounding faster.
"Have I... ma'am?" His ever so softly murmured words sent a shiver down your spine.
"Oh yes, you have." With that your self-control eventually crumbled into nothingness and you let your foot glide right towards his crotch.
A gasp fell from both of your mouths as you gently stroke across his slacks where his already painfully hard cock was straining against the soft fabric.
"And I think you finally deserve a reward for that." This time you didn't even try to withhold the mischievous excitement in your voice.
Apparently it hit Steven right where it should because as your words seeped into his mind, his silver fork fell out of his grip and hit the table with a muffled thud.
"Ts-ts..." , You clicked your tongue "Keep it together, Steven, c'mon."
His hand was visibility trembling as he picked up the cutlery again.
"That's right.... now please enjoy your meal before it's getting cold." You administered, while slowly rubbing against his hard on.
"I- I don't think I can..." The letters leaving his mouth were barely even more than a chocked back moan.
"Oh, I'm sure you can."
You recognised his heavy breathing as he tried his best to push the fork into a pile of chips, guiding the stacked food to the little bowl of mayonnaise.
The weeks of abstinence had surely left him desperate and aching for relief. You felt his need for it right underneath your foot as it stroke up and down his length.
"Please..." Steven's raspy voice pleaded.
"Please what?" You arched your eyebrows "You should look at me when you talk to me."
Yet again his face changed into an even deeper, more embarrassed shade of red. His lips pressed down onto one another before he slowly dragged his eyes from the delicate porcelain plate to meet your stern glare.
In that very moment you wouldn't have traded whatever riches for the sight right in front of you. Steven was but puddle in need for your loving touch, his pupils blown with lust.
"Please..", He started anew, "I- I can't take much more..."
"Oh, poor puppy.", You administered a tad more pressure to your foot "So worried about what everyone around will think, huh?"
He nodded, hardly able to keep his composure.
"Then you better behave yourself."
You didn't break from his eyes while you wouldn't stop torturing him underneath the table, rubbing over his throbbing cock again and again. Small droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead while his jaw clenched and flat breaths left through his nose.
"Oh lord..." Steven pressed through gritted teeth, his hands wrapping around the cutlery so hard that you thought he'd snap it right in half.
"Be a good puppy for me. Just let go. We both know you need it."
Steven's gaze drilled into yours, a watery sheen spreading across his eyes. God, he was about to fall apart inbetween so many people who had no idea what was going on.
"Ma'am!" He exhaled in a low moan right before you felt him spilling his pent up seed onto himself.
The warm load soaked his boxers and through his slacks until you felt the wetness on the sole of your foot.
"What a good boy..." You exhaled, feeling the thrill of the situation ripple through your body.
"And now, eat up... you don't want to miss dessert, do you?"
#steven grant#steven grant x you#steven grant x reader#marc spector#jake lockley#mcu moon knight#marvel moon knight#moon knight#moon knight fic#moon knight fanfiction#sub!steven grant
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Can you maybe write more sub afab moon knight system because the one with Steven was great.
FUCCJCKCKCKK theyre so fine
Im gonna do whatever comes to my mind
(Spoiler: I literally wrote all my kinks and fantasies in Jake’s part hehehe)
Imma start with my precious boy
Steven Grant
Ok lets see
He loves getting his t-dick sucked
He makes all kinds of cute noises when you suck him off
But imagine making him ride your face
He’d be so embarrassed when you first asked him to do it
“What..?
“What do you mean… ride your face?!”
“Wouldn’t I crush your face???”
But when you convince him to do it, he LOVES it
He’d grip your hair and grind on your face while letting out the prettiest moans ever
Make him ride your dick too
Telling him that
“You’re doing such a good job~”
“My pretty boy is doing such a great job aren’t you baby?”
He’d be so cute on your cock all whiny and blushy, loving your praises
Kiss his neck
He LOVES neck kisses
Marc Spector
He loves marks( hickeys, bites, etc.)
Get him a collar, he’d pretend that he hates it but he LOVES it
Is a brat
Punish him for it
Make him ride your thigh while you choke him
Edge and overstimulate him
“Nononononoooo! L-Let me cum!”
turns into
“What…? S-Stoppppp I just camee!!!”
Make him beg for it
And give him cuddles after it
Jake Lockley
We can all agree on one thing
This man is kinky
Buy him a collar too
Buy him all kinds of dildos and vibrators
He’d love it
Punish him with those
Make him ride the biggest dildo you bought while he holds a bullet vibrator to his t-dick
Order him to continue even if he cums
Make him ride your shoe while you call him your filthy mutt and he’ll melt
Pound him till he faints while you choke him
He loves the aftercare part too
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