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oddballwriter · 4 months

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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.

"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.

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.

"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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luvpedropascal · 2 years

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thinking about some things that would definitely make marc and steven sooo flustered

for example

with steven, the thing that really gets him is when he’s in the kitchen making himself some tea or what not, and you come up and hug him from behind. all it takes is pulling him up against you and leaving a few soft, open kisses on his neck and he’ll be whimpering quietly and melting back into you.

you could tease him a little more and bring a hand under his shirt while you hug him, caressing the soft skin of his stomach and chest until he’s trying to turn around to face you. then you just pull away with a smile and go off to do your own thing, leaving him all warm and flustered and needy.

with marc, nothing makes him feel more submissive and flustered than when you press him up against a wall while you kiss him. he loves to just relax and go pliant for you, let you manhandle him a little bit. he’ll keep his hands at his sides like you tell him to and when that earns him a growled “good boy” he all but comes in his pants.

but what really drives him crazy is when you press him up even closer to the wall and use your leg to spread his, rubbing your knee up against him. there’s something about the way he feels like he can melt and let himself go and the way you hold part of his weight in this position that makes him want to be so good for you and just take everything you give him.

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tyblackthornsheadphones · 1 year

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i need marc spector with a praise kink more than i need oxygen please please please give me fic recommendations

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fullmoon-84 · 2 years

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Break me

Theme song:

Summary: Marc Spector wants nothing more than you to break him apart.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Spanking, bondage (ropes, blindfold), sub!Marc, femdom, edging, mentions of subspace, angst

Word Counting: 3.9K

Author's note: Deep apologies for the incorrect use of grammar and punctuation. I wrote this fanfic in my native language and translated it on google 'cause I don't fully trust my English skills to the point of writing 4k words, so the punctuation was used according to my language.

It's probably the worst thing I've ever written in my life lol but I've been missing sub!Moon boys. (Also this is my first smut and the first thing I've ever written in here.)

Enjoy it!

He could feel everything.

He could feel the thin air rushing through his lungs and his throat drying out with each heaving breath. He could feel the cool wooden floor against his knees and the black fabric of the blindfold caress his lashes. The ropes tied to his wrists were starting to burn slightly at this point, and he feared he would burst into flames, his body as hot as the fire the devil burned in hell.

He could feel the cold wind trying to calm his body down, failing. He could hear the quiet hum, an icy whisper, passing through the half-open window of your apartment and hitting his skin.

Slap.

A groan escaped his dry throat as the leather of the whip hitted his left thigh.

Slap. A moan.

" Look at you."

He heard your footsteps around him, taking in the image of the big, fearless Marc Spector. The same man who'd been in the army fighting wars that weren't his, killing enemies that weren't his, facing bullets and mud and the cold like the big strong man he was. The man he needed to be. The man who wasn't afraid to stand up to his enemies, who would never be defeated by them, who wouldn't show weakness in front of them, who would never go down on his knees for them.

But for you, he would.

Your breath was almost caught in your throat as you circled him, rubbing the material of the whip gently over his shoulder and neck in time with your slow steps, admiring the image in front of you.

On his knees with his legs spread apart, his black boxer briefs felt tighter now, marking and rubbing against his rock hard cock, a dark wet spot marking where his tip was, leaking precum. The blindfold covering his eyes was a little damp from the few tears that formed and clung to his lashes. His mouth was parted, breathing heavily, his lips wet and glistening with saliva every time he ran his tongue to moisten them. His hands moved restlessly against the ropes tied behind his back, fingers curling and squeezing palms together leaving small half moons shaped, and red marks formed where the whip's leather had met his skin earlier.

The big and fearless Marc Spector who fought in battles and endured the torture of enemies was no longer there. Right now there was the other side of Marc; the most vulnerable and submissive side, that wanted to be taken care of and surrender control.

" You are so beautiful, Marc."

He felt his cheeks get a little warm, and his head moved from one side to another looking for you. Now facing him, you chuckled low and placed one foot on his chest pushing him lightly, enough to make him lose some balance for a few seconds. He gasped in surprise at the sudden act.

Your foot dropped lower, resting on his left thigh on top of where the whip had hit him earlier, and he let out a low moan at the feeling. You moved your foot in small, invisible circles, massaging the sore spot. Moving higher, you delicately traced an imaginary line across his groin, sighing as you put pressure on his covered cock, feeling how hard and wet he was just from your previous actions.

" Please." He moaned, letting out a heavy breath as you applied more pressure.

You smiled as his mouth opened a little more, sucking on a breath, ready to let out a groan of pleasure, but instead a groan of frustration came out as you withdrew your foot from his swollen, needy cock.

" Please, Y/n" He whined.

Your hands reached forward, touching his face and caressing his cheek with your thumb in a gentle caress, unlike the roughness you hit him earlier.

" Tell me what you need."

He leaned into your touch, his legs opening a little more suggestively before answering: " touch me."

You smiled at the act, watching as the Adam's apple rose and fell nervously, swallowing saliva, and then moistening his lips once more.

Feeling particularly pious—after all, he handled each lash of the whip so well against his sensitive brown skin—, you once again positioned your foot over the lush bulge in his black boxers, putting pressure and moving your foot slowly up and down.

He tilted his head forward and his mouth opened in an unashamed moan, finally getting some friction on his swollen and certainly red angry cock.

" Oh shit..."

" Does it feel good, baby?"

He whined as you grabbed his hair and pulled his head back almost roughly. He opened his mouth to try to answer your question, but when you applied more pressure and moved your foot faster, pressing harder as it touched his sensitive tip, all he could do was moan and shake his head, but your tight grip on his hair ached and heightened his pleasure. " Ye- hah- shit, yes..."

" You can't come until I say so, got it?" you pulled his hair more roughly, making him look up to you and he shook his head once more.

His face touched your thigh as you moved closer to him. He felt the fabric of the black lace lingerie you wore before you blindfolded him, and felt the heat and wetness emanating from your pussy. He moaned, from the pleasure and from imagining how wet you must be right now, how hot you were and how close his mouth was. He could almost taste you, the scent entering his nostrils and making his cock twitch in his boxers. He brought his face as close as the grip on his hair would allow, kissing the insides of your spread thighs and closing his teeth around the soft flesh in a silent request as he moved against your foot, gasping and moaning.

" Wanna have a taste, babyboy?" You asked as he kept kissing and biting your thigh, nodding and moaning little pleas, moving his hips faster against your foot the best he could.

The hand that was on his head came free, the thumb and forefinger held his face tightly instead, moving it back. You leaned forward, your foot stopped moving, pressing almost painfully into his cock and he moaned loud, enjoying the added pain. Your mouth came dangerously close to his parted, glossy lips, your breath mingling with his, making him sigh anticipating a kiss.

" You have to earn it." You whispered against his lips before catching them with your teeth and pulling them slowly and gently.

He whined frustrated at your answer. Your foot moved up and down again, fast and hard, and he moaned desperately, grinding his hips against your foot. His brows furrowed as you placed your thumb in his open mouth, his lips closed around it, and he let out a muffled groan, followed by a high-pitched moan deep in his throat.

The sight below your eyes was breathtaking, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, your fluids soaking through your panties, dripping down your thigh. You considered letting him taste you, let him move his lips and tongue desperately against you; as desperate as a thristy man looking for water in the desert. But seeing how his hands clenched behind his back, how his thighs trembled slightly, his hips stuttered, the moans grew louder and more frequent, seeing how his head slowly moved back with each gasp of air that came out of his lungs, how his cock started to throb uncontrollably and the pre-cum was leaking and wetting his underwear even more, you knew he was about to come. Without asking for your permission or telling you to stop because he didn't want to disobey you.

Instead, he kept moving against you, thinking about the mess he was going to make in his underwear, all for you. He wanted to cum in his briefs, hot and wet and sticky. He wanted to cum for you. He felt dirty and ashamed for thinking so but he couldn't help it, couldn't stop it. He was so damn close, almost there, a little more and he would- fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, he's going to cum, he's going to cum, he's going to...

A frustrated, desperate moan left his lips as you pulled your foot away, stopping the delicious friction that would have made him come seconds earlier if you'd gone on, just a little longer, a second longer.

He was panting now, a lock of hair caught on his sweaty forehead. He opened his mouth to complain about the pleasure you stole from him, but you squeezed both sides of his cheek firmly with the hand that wasn't holding the whip. He didn't deserve to taste you, didn't deserve to cum yet.

" I said you don't get to cum until I say so." Your voice sounded rough before you let him go. "Ten. Count. If you miss one, we'll start it all over again, am I being clear?."

He swallowed, shook his head and wet his lips, whispering: "yes, ma'am."

You walked around him, taking in the state of his already red-marked body, not missing the way his cock twitched in anticipation.

Slap.

The whip came down against his back, making a high pitched noise. He groaned loudly and his back arched, his hands clenched behind his back.

" One."

Slap.

This time the leather hit lower, just above the curve of his ass, and his hips bucked.

" Two."

You circled him again, only taking a few steps before stopping in front of him. He was panting, his chest rising and falling fast and heavy, his head down, legs spread apart.

Slap.

The whip came down again, slamming against his chest and leaving a diagonal red line from his shoulder to his belly button. His brows furrowed, his jaw clenched before he opened his mouth and a strangled loud groan came out.

" Fuck!" He panted while a single tear ran down his right cheek. His ears began to ring a low bell in the distance. " Three."

The leather met his abdomen.

Slap. A moan.

"Four."

Your arm swung through the air, the whip cutting through the wind with a hiss before landing against his right thigh.

Slap.

His mouth let out a loud whimper and you didin't miss the way his dick twitched at the act. He paused, gasping and letting little moans escape his throat before he said in a low voice: "F-five."

The hand holding the whip came up once more, aiming for the lower part of his right thigh, but hitting the spot where it had hit seconds ago.

Slap.

His brows frowned, you could see his eyes close tightly through the blindfold. His breath caught in his throat as the leather hit his already bruised thigh, and when he managed to release the breath he'd been holding, he cried out. He lost his balance and his body fell forward, nearly hitting the ground. He panted hard and faster than before, little whimpers left his throat, his open mouth let a single drop of saliva run down and fall to the floor, his hands tightened, the rope rubbing his wrists.

You looked worriedly at your boyfriend on the cold wooden floor, crouched down to your heels, placed your hand over his hair in a gentle caress and were about to ask him if he wanted to stop when you saw him bite his lip and moan in pleasure. Just then you saw how his cock throbbed and leaked pre-come, leaking through the underwear and wetting it.

"S-six! Six, fuck, fuck..." Few tears streamed freely down his cheeks now. "Please, please." He sobbed.

You helped him get back to his previous position and got on the same level as him. Your thumb stroked and wiped away the few tears that ran down his cheek in a grounding, gently caress.

Despite the cold, hard wooden floor against his knees, he felt so light now, so good.

He felt a warm and soft touch against his cheek, a velvety voice spoke something in the background but he couldn't concentrate, the bells were drowning out other sounds. The floating sensation took over him.

You made him feel so light. So good.

" You're doing so well, baby, taking it so good". Your voice sounded soft.

He couldn't see because of the blindfold, but you looked at him with loving, worried eyes. You didn't want to cause him any kind of pain other than pleasure, but you trusted him to say the safe word if it was being too much for him.

He heard your voice in the background praising him and he moaned, pleading.

"Tell me what it is that you want." The hand that was holding the whip dropped it to the ground for a moment, and you placed your palm on his other cheek, holding his face and running your eyes slowly over it before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You felt his lips move against yours, little moans erupting from his throat. When your tongue entered his mouth and stroked his, he melted and you heard the most shameless moan leave his lips. He leaned forward a little to deepen the kiss, his cock twitching once more, seeking friction.

When your lips left his, he whimpered.

"Tell me what you want me to do..." you bit his bottom lip, "...and I'll do it."

He felt his body so light that he swore he was floating. But he wasn't afraid of falling, he was sure there were clouds beneath him, supporting the weight gracefully, the soft material of them caressing his skin. He heard the bells ringing low in his ear and then your voice.

Tell me what you want me to do...

What did he want you to do with him? He felt so comfortable with you, so loved and safe. You made him feel so loved and safe, so good. He could be himself with you, he didn't need to be the man he was supposed to be, the man who fought wars that weren't his and killed enemies that weren't his. He didn't have to be the big, intimidating and brave Marc Spector, he didn't need to pretend he didn't get affected by all the things he's done, by all the people he's killed. He trusted you with his heart, body and soul.You took such good care of him, only you could make him feel so much pleasure, make him feel as light as if he were floating.

Tell me what you want me to do...

Anything. Everything.

He was yours and would let you do whatever you wanted with him. You could do anything with him, everything. You could break him into pieces, kill him even. He was yours to do as you please.

He felt his body getting heavier, slowly coming down from the clouds to the cold wooden floor. He moved slowly and heavily, and he didn't feel the ropes rub against his wrists, but they burned slightly now. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was no longer wearing the blindfold that now rested on the floor next to him. The low light irritated his eyes and he blinked, feeling the tears clinged to his lashes run down his cheeks. When he got used to the light he noticed your delicate features in front of him, searching for his eyes with worried ones, both your hands were holding his face gently and your mouth was moving producing distant sounds.

The bells in his ear grew low, fading away until they finally disappeared, and he could hear your voice.

"Marc, you with me, honey?" Your voice sounded soft, almost a whisper.

He blinked once more, looking around.

"Baby?" his voice was hoarse from so much panting and moaning.

You took a bottle of water that was beside you on the floor and offered it to him. Holding the bottle in one hand and the back of his head in the other, you helped him drink it all.

Like a thirsty man looking for water in the desert.

When he finished the whole bottle, you helped him up and guided him to bed.

"What happened? Why'd you stop?" He took your hands and looked at you, his brows furrowed in concern. "Did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head and leaned down to kiss his forehead gently, then the tip of his nose and finally a peck on his soft lips.

"We just took the game a little too far, that's all." You pecked his lips once more, sighed and squeezed his hand. "I want to take care of you now."

Seeing your eyes staring at him full of love and adoration but also full off worry, all he could do was sigh and agree, giving you a small smile. He would ask you what happened later.

He accepted your outstretched hand and let you lead him to the bathroom. He watched you as you filled the tub, took off your lingerie and got into the water. Your back leaned against the tub and you patted the water in front of you, signaling him to come in with you. He smiled seeing you put on a yellow rubber ducky, then took off his underwear and got into the bathtub with his back against your chest. His cock was still half hard and his body was sensitive. He sighed as he entered the warm water, hissing when it touched his wounds.

You ran your fingers gently over the red marks that weren't covered by water, your head bent forward and placed a chaste kiss on each one.

"Does it hurt?" You whispered with your cheek against his left shoulder.

"A little, but it's good." He blushed slightly at the admission.

His fingertips emerged from the water and touched yours, playing with them before intertwining his hand with yours. He felt you smile against his skin and give his hand a little squeeze.

"I'll still take care of it though."

You sat in silence, playing with each other's fingers, enjoying the warm water against your skin.

The comfortable silence continued as you washed his sweaty hair, noting how relaxed and content he looked. Your eyes roamed over his back, lost in other thoughts, replaying the scene from earlier…the way he'd said that.

Please, break me... kill me.

Tears threatened to form, and you kissed his back, then his shoulders, neck, ear, cheek, and when his hair was clean, you kissed the top of his head, whispering sweet nothings and how much you loved him all the while.

He sighed contentedly. His hands lifted above his head, pulling your face close to his in a chaste kiss. There was nothing suggestive about the kiss, it was his way of saying how much he loved you back, how much he appreciated the affection you had for him.

When the kiss ended you smiled against his lips, leaving a peck on the tip of his nose. He looked at you with loving eyes for a few seconds before leaving another peck on your lips, turning to the front again as you patted him affectionately on the shoulder.

As you ran the sponge over his body, careful not to hurt him or press against his bruises, his eyes were lost on the yellow rubber ducky floating in front of him, but he wasn't thinking about the duck. His mind was elsewhere.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

He kept looking at the duck and you kept rubbing his back.

"What happened earlier?"

He kept looking at the duck and you stopped rubbing his back.

You let out a sigh. You couldn't run away from this conversation, it wasn't fair to him, you couldn't leave him questioning and overthinking.

"I left you overwhelmed. I should have noticed when you entered subspace." You played with his wet hair. "You weren't really aware of what you were talking about and…you said a few things."

His body visibly tensed. The slightest chance that he could have hurt you in any way sickened him.

"You didn't say anything to hurt me, I promise." You kissed the back of his head assuring him.

"What did I say?"

You swallowed nervously before answering:

"You asked me to kill you."

His shoulders stiffened and he went still. His eyes were open and staring at the tile in front of him now, his mind racing a hundred miles trying to process what you just said.

The situation he had put you in.

He felt your hands touch his shoulders, heard the water moving as you came a little closer, if that was possible.

"Marc?"

The water stirred again as he shifted and turned, facing you. When your eyes met, his held a glint of guilt. For saying those things, for making you worry, for scaring you.

"I'm sorry". He whispered.

Your brows furrowed, and you cupped his face with both hands and looked into his eyes. His hands found your wrists and held them gently.

"You don't have to apologize for anything, okay? You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't your fault."

His eyes got wet, and he opened his mouth to say otherwise but shut it up when your lips found his. Your thumbs caressed his cheek as your lips moved against each other, the salty taste of a tear that had fallen from his eyes mixed with the sweet kiss.

"I love you very, very much. I want you to trust me to tell me how you feel, okay? You're a good man, Marc, and I'm proud of you every day." He nodded with tearful eyes, his hands caressing your wrists. "I'll always be here for you."

You kissed his forehead tenderly.

"Even when you make horrible tea."

He chuckled low, and wrapped you in a hug.

"Thank you." He whispered in your ear. "And I'll never make you tea again after that."

"I was just kidding, honey."

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You finished the bath between the soft sound of water and kisses. You dried his hair when you left the bathroom, applied oil essence to his bruises and some cream, making sure to kiss every reddish mark afterwards, and helped him get dressed.

Lying in bed with his head against your chest and his voice sleepy, he murmured:

"Steven's gonna complain so much tomorrow."

"He will, but today was your day, he will understand."

He hummed in reply.

Silence took over the room as you stroked his hair to sleep.

"Baby?"

"Yeah?"

"You own me an orgasm." He said low, moving closer to you.

You chuckled. "I own us both an orgasm."

He smiled with his eyes closed.

"You could have had one if you'd let me eat you out."

You smiled. That bastard, you thought.

"Alright, go to sleep. Steven has to work tomorrow."

Silence was present again, only the quiet noise of your breathing filled the dark room. When you thought Marc was asleep, he whispered sleepily and quietly:

"I love you."

You then smiled and kissed his forehead once more, already drifting to sleep.

"I love you too."

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batfamily14 · 2 years

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THE BEST SATURDAY PART TWO

An: part two to the best saturday, featuring Marc!

TW: mommy kink! Sub!marc, bondage, sex toys used, fleshlight, edging, water sex play, teasing, and mentions of Marc and Steven.

It’s been a month since you’ve fucked Steven stupid with the fleshlight that now takes space in the designated sex toy draw. Marc has been anxious, continually on edge when your eyes linger on him and then then the nightstand. You had vowed that he'd get his turn as you let the toy suck Steven’s and his weeping cock dry of cum.

But, you hadn't fucked him though, not immediately.

You have never been in the position to dominate Marc Spector but now that you are, you aren't going to give him the satisfaction so easily.

You have a plan. A vicious game of cat and mouse, he's barely surviving. You know like you did for Steven, it needed to be good and fucking break that dissolve he holds over everyone, even the love of his life, you.

So it starts today and it begins…with teasing him.

***

This morning after a lengthy mission out of London he's returned home, you kept track of him throughout the day as his alters and him often took turns fronting the body in your shared flat. Though you could easily tell the difference between the three men despite them bearing the same face. Steven has a quirkiness to him, and he had fondly kissed you upon arrival and then proceeded to douse you in every detail of the mission they had been on. Which you happily listened to.

Jake wasn't much of a talker sometimes and is still wary of being too close to you but he did thank you for giving him his pack of cigarettes to smoke as he belittled Steven and Marc for whatever they had fucked up while away. As he routinely did.

As expected Marc fronts last, after Steven had taken the liberty of showering, Spector now stands in the kitchen with damp hair and water still sticking like pearls on his shoulders and chest, reflecting the kitchen lighting. He wears those damn gray sweatpants you love so much, the ones that perfectly display the outline of his soft member.

He's drinking a brown liquor straight from the glass bottle, if any other man did that it'd probably turn you off but Marc did everything in a way that had you practically preening for it. You wouldn't be surprised if the bastard knew. But, you have your ways of getting him horny too.

Though you're less discrete, wearing nothing more than thong panties and a white cropped shirt with no bra.

He knows you're there although he doesn't turn to you, probably too occupied in his head. You had just gotten out of the shower yourself so your skin is still warm from the hot spray. You purposely left enough water on your breast so your wet boobs would show clearly under the white shirt you’re wearing. Your ass is wet from water droplets and you feel some gliding down the curves of your bottom.

You playfully ignore him as you walk by, innocently pretending you’re getting ready for bed. Although your heart is hammering in your chest you don’t turn around. You purposely bend over to pick up the discarded empty cup of tea Steven had earlier. You prolong the simple task waiting for Marc to finally gaze at you.

You know you have him when you hear the clang of glass against the table top as he slams down his drink. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, and you cock your head to peer at him in the corner of your eye.

“Something wrong?” you say with as much fake innocence as you can muster. Pouting at the frown that begins to take over his features.

“No.” he decides to say with a hoarse tone of voice, taking a long swing of the dark alcohol again. He doesn't take his eyes off you though as you begin wandering into the kitchen. You drop the teacup into the sink and begin cleaning it with dish soap and then under the warm pour of water.

When you've got the dish sparkling from cleanliness, you drop it into the dish rack and begin washing the delicate skin of your hands, letting the soap up your arms. Turning the sink water on more you start to wash the soap away. Marc watches you with mild annoyance from unfulfilled lust and again for another night of you teasing him by practically doing nothing.

You smirk although he can’t see it and ample your game of toying with him more, you pick up the small spray hose connected to the sink and turn your eyes back onto the fuming man. Marc stares back at you with challenging eyes, his own blacken from lust and cheeks heating a beautiful pink. Smiling, your finger finds the hose trigger and you pause before looking him up and down slowly.

In one swift motion your thumb presses down on the trigger, releasing the warm spray of sink water. You gasp almost pornographically as the water sprays the lower half of your face and breast, wetting the white shirt you're wearing down to your skin. You watch his brown eyes widen as you groan, rolling your head back as the water drizzles down your body and onto the kitchen floor.

Marc doesn't speak a fucking a word as he watches the water ripple down your breast and stomach, some of it hitting your lips and dripping down your chin. You turn around leaning back on the sink, holding the water hose over your chest, and he gulps as you let the water now run down your front, the outline of your pussy becoming more and more visible as the water wets the thong.

You run your hand up your wet skin, letting out a whimper as you squeeze a swollen nipple that peeks through your shirt. Marc steps forward slowly, his feet slapping against the wet ground. You know the water bill would be a bitch to pay this month, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as Marc’s large hands came against your wet chest and cuffed your breast. He took the spray from your hand and lowered it to line up perfectly with your clothed clit. You moan as the warm water teases you, clawing a hand down his back like you know how he likes. Marc curses under his breath, arching his back and you claw at his spine again, making him shiver.

“I wanna be your good boy too, mommy,” he whispers.

Hearing Marc Spector utter those words makes you double over cumming, your nails biting into his back.

He holds you up as he turns of the sink and guides you carefully out of the kitchen from the larger puddle around the sink. You let him lead you to the bedroom although instead of pushing you down into the mattress as he usually does, he instead sits down in front of you, eyes wide and pleading, his hands resting on your damp thighs.

“Please….” He whispers. “No more waiting, fuck now.”

You suddenly feel the same power that you held over Steven erupt into your body. You palm him through his sweatpants, his cock the hardest you’ve ever felt and you squeeze him through his pants roughly making him whimper out. It’s music to your ears the tiniest sounds emitting from him.

He isn't as whiny as Steven but his voice is still high pitch and airy.

“You wanna be a good boy for mommy? You want me to take care of you, huh?” You tease, letting the hand on his clothed cock drop down to his balls rubbing them gently.

“Yes, yes, yes.” He whimpers. “B-baby, I want you to fuck me like you fucked Steven, p-please…”

“Are you sure, Marc, you have never let mommy fuck you like that before?” You whisper, leaning down to kiss his jawline as his bottom trembles, trying to stifle another whimper.

“Yes, fuck baby, I’m s-sure.” he groans, his moans louder now but to his displeasure, you release his member but before he can beg again he suddenly goes silent as you stride to the nightstand taking not only the fleshlight but various other toys out and lube.

“Go to the top of the bed for me?” You order more than question, Marc listens though using his feet to push himself upward to the headboard.

Marc hurley then lays back onto his stomach. You lay down the toys on the bed and Marc eyes them nervously and excitedly. You have laid down the fleshlight, a vibrator, and handcuffs. You look in his dark and worried eyes, and your face softens at his expression.

“Are you okay? Do you want to go on?” You question, you sit on the bed and let a hand gently touch his thigh. Marc sits up and places his hand over yours. “Just go slow for me, baby.” He says, and you squeeze his hand ressaurly. You lift it up and kiss his bare knuckles and he smiles gently. “I will baby, just let me know when it’s too much.” He nods and then lays back down more comfortably. “What’s your safe word?” You ask him, before turning back around and going back to the end of the bed where the toys and the cuffs are.

“Fuck,” he says, nawing on his lower lip. “ It’s Mr.Knight.”

You smile and then take up the cuffs first, and he watches you with wide pleading eyes. You crawl up the bed and sit down his thighs, smiling. You wait for him to nod his head as a sign to go ahead, and you lean forward taking his wrists in your hands and cuff him between the metal bars of the headboard. He whimpers when he finally realizes he’s fully under your power. You then take the time to kiss his forehead, and then linger on his cheeks.You let your lips graze his, and for the first time he lets you lead the kiss. Your tongue enters his warm mouth, licking into its warmth and he moans out loud, making your pussy wet from the sound of his beautiful noises.

You then suck his bottom lip into your mouth, biting and licking it. He leans up and tries to get more of your kisses, but you pull away from him causing him to mumble in disapproval.

“Who’s in charge?” You remind him, with a stern expression on your face that causes his cock to throb.

His eyes widen when he realizes his mistake. “You, b-baby, i’m so-sorry.”

The look on his face frowning with pleasure is what causes you to rub your wet and clothed pussy against his cock. Your wet clothes and pussy damp the front of his grey sweats. You crawl downward, kissing him and sucking his neck, listening to him trying but failing to keep his whimpers in. You then glide the warmth of your tongue down the perfect dips and hardness of his chest and abs, gently nipping his skin osscanilly as you do, making his hips jerk upward everytime. You feel the hardness of his clothed member bumping against your thigh and lower stomach, as Marc squirms even more than Steven did, not used to letting go of control.

When you reach his member you have mercy on him, pulling down his stained sweats and unveiling his cock that springs out and smacks against his lower stomach.

“No boxers?” You purr, “How naughty of you, Mr. Spector.”

Marc groans as you take him in hand and jerk his member up and down, rubbing the slit of the head as pearls of precum dribble out the top. He trembles trying to keep his legs still as you jerk him off gradually. His hips stuttered and almost rose to fuck himself before you sit on the lower half of his legs again.

He closes his eyes, head rolling back when you quicken your pace and twist his throbbing cock. Then as he whimpers aloud again you don’t grab the fleshlight first but instead the vibrator. Switching it on you watch his face contort as he hears the dull buzzing sound.

“Baby-” he gasps before he cuts off in an open mouth wail .

“FUCK! HOLY-shhhiitt…” he practically yells in ecstasy.

“Ohhhh! A-ah ah f-fuck..” he whimpered.

You move the vibrating toy up and down his shaft and his claws dig into the sheets. You hear his gruff voice call out and he wails like a wounded puppy as he tries to bite his lip to settle down.

Steven curses wildly in the back of Marc’s mind as the toy rises and vibrates the back of his cock head, the most sensitive and sweet part.

Marc whimpers a broken plea of your name when his back arches and a mumbled strain of apologies but before he can cum you lift the toy and cause his eyes to snap open.

Marc leans up as best he can while handcuffed with watery brown eyes looking down at you, he pants wildly but still manages to charm you with a smile.

“Not gonna let me cum so easily?” He chuckles breathlessly.

You shake her head. “No, there’s no fun in that.” The beautiful man huffs and lays back down as you settle the toy on his throbbing cock again. You let the toy vibrate around his leaking head and down to his shaft to his balls and up again.

Over and over.

You watch his shoulder rise and fall as he grits his teeth, letting out the tiniest whimpers. You tease him like that until you lose track of time, edging his body closer and closer to the edge but never really letting him cum.

It isn’t until he’s shaking that you take pity on him.

Marc's brain barely feels as if it’s working correctly anymore. His whole mind short-circuiting, he can barely hear Steven and Jake losing their minds at the sensations. But with him handcuffed they are all at your mercy.

Steven whimpers to himself while Jake just growls your name over and over.

Marc can’t even speak, tears trickling down his eyes. You take the vibrator off his cock once again and he’s moaning the loudest he’s ever had.

“You wanna cum.” You ask softly, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh. The poor man lets out a mewl and nods, his black curls damp from sweat now and sticking to his forehead.

“Fine, but you’re gonna have to beg.” You say, rubbing lube between your hands and then onto his cock. Marc cant hold open his eyes when you touch him, so he just gets lost in the feel of it as you tease his cock for the last time to be nice.

While he has his eyes closed as you did to Steven you take advantage of the moment and let the fake pussy engulf his cock.

“SHIT!” Marc shouts, trembling even more now. “Fuckfuuufucckfuccckk!!!” He whimpers over and over.

The fake pussy makes the most disgusting sounds as it fuck his weeping member over and over. You let the softness of it pound onto his lower stomach, slapping his flesh over and over again. He whimpers like Steven everytime it makes contact, tears trailing down his blushed cheeks.

“OH! O-oh my g-Oh SHIT! F-fuck that feels so good!” he moans.

You don’t hold back anymore fucking him with all your strength taking hold of the toy with both hands and using it to practically milk his cock like a mad man. You reach out with one hand, grab a fist full of his hair and pull it, making him bare his teeth.

“M-mommy!” He whimpers, “oooooohhh f-fuck mommy I feel it, I feel it! It h-hurts so g-good!”

He sheds tears through those beautiful brown eyes, crying and moaning your name as his hips still shuddering.

“C-cumming! IM-CUMMING-!” He screams before having a world shattering orgasm. His whole body, shaking as eyes rolled back. You hear a loud clang as he breaks the cuffs in half from pulling on them so hard. When it’s over he’s panting like all the air has left his lungs, twitching and shaking so much he almost passes out. You uncuff the remaining metal around his wrist when he's calmer and with the last bit of his strength, he reaches out and kisses you.

Pulling back you grin at him as his eyes become droopy with sleepiness. “Did I make all my moon boys happy?” You say, kissing his temple. But, before Marc can answer, his body shudders and a hand clasps your neck before you can lean up again. You hear a laugh in your ear unlike Steven’s and Marc’s.

“Not all of them, mama.” Jake's voice whispers in your ear . “And you’re gonna need more than cuffs to hold me.”

You gasp desperately for air, your pussy becoming wet from the sound of his voice, before you can respond the hand let’s go and Marc’s body slumps into the bed. He’s out like a light and snoring, probably barely registering Jake had taken over.

“Fuck”, you groan running a hand around your sore neck. “What have I gotten myself into?”

Whatever the fuck it was, you loved it either way as much as you loved the boys.

#marc spector smut #marc spector #Steven grant #jake lockely #marc spector x you #sub!marc spector

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pimosworld · 4 months

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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

[Moon Knight Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

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

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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lokisremainingsanity · 6 months

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Something

content: bimbo!reader x moonknight, smut, top reader, sub marc, sub steven

"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink!"

~ava!🍓

Your alarm went off near your queen-sized bed, ringing a cute tone that resonated in your huge bedroom. Ever the energetic one, you sprung up and pushed the heavy fluffy fleece blanket off of you and stopped the alarm. You looked over your bed and noticed your sweethearts weren't there.

"Hmm.. They must have come home late last night.." you pouted

Usually, you'd drag them into your room and make them sleep with you. If it was Steven fronting, then that wasn't much of a struggle, he would never reject cuddling with you. Marc, however, was not easily convinced to sleep in your all-pink (with the exception of white and some lilacs) decorated and furnished room. You two had a bit of an argument just a few days ago about that...

"Look, Y/N, I love you, but that color blinds my eyes. I mean I'm gonna start dreaming in pink if I sleep there!"

"I mean... I do dream in pink.." you wandered off.. "But that's not a terrible thing if you do too! Please Marrrrrccc... pretty please with a pink CHANEL CHANCE EAU TENDRE ON THE TOP PLEASEE"

Your manicured hands made their way to his neck as you held him close. Of course, with your hands so close, he could smell the strawberry vanilla Victoria's Secret lotion you rubbed on yourself religiously. Your cute doe eyes and lashes fluttered as you tried to sway him.. just this time.

"please?"

He grunted.

"I'm asking nicely sugar. You know I wouldn't force you but-"

"You tied me with your Hello Kitty ascot to your bed last time-"

You figure moved off him in offense with a scoff, and you put your hands on your hips as you held your head high in defense

"That was only a means to an end-"

"How is holding me hostage in your bed a-"

A manicured finger pushed against his lips

"tututut shhhhh, this conversation is over."

That's when you walked away with your attitude to your room and ranted to your dolls about how men have the audacity to think they're right and you're wrong while doing your nightly skincare routine.

You figured that Marc was the last person fronting after their nightly vigilante business so they must have gone to bed in their room. After you freshened up and brushed your hair out you went running to the boy's room.

"Good morning Sunshine!"

"Love?" Steven groaned out as he squinted his eyes at a blurry pink figure.. you in your tight crop top, mini skirt, and stockings with a bow on the top of your ponytail.

You strolled over to him and jumped right next to him. "Helloo~ I missed you Stevie so *SMOOCH* so *SMOOCH* much *SMOOCH*" you gave him a kiss with every word as you held his jaw and pointed his lips, and he welcomed every single one. "Aw I missed you too Lovie" he laughed and pulled you into his lap while sitting up against the headboard. Your fingers trailed slowly down his jaw to his neck, then his amazingly toned body. Steven laid his head on top of yours and shut his eyes while rubbing your thighs, just staying there to appreciate your weight on him. "My beautiful darling, you feel amazing, could stay here forever..."

"I appreciate the compliment honey, but that will not happen now, you have work! Now get up now because you'll be late otherwise!"

"yes love :( " Steven reluctantly got up with you.

"You know where to meet me" you seductively whispered in his ear before leaving his room giggling happily.

"Hmm.. pink heart or pink bow?" Cue Steven walking opening your door 20 minutes later then closing it behind him. "I..I'm here" he stood in front of the door while he saw you bent over an open pink drawer, looking through your collection of buttplugs.

Yes.

Buttplugs.

You had a treasured pink jeweled collection with various shapes, and every morning you'd put a new one in Steven.

"OOOH! This one's a lip-kiss shape! I put the kitty paw one in you last time, yes?"

"mhmm"

"Then lip-kiss it is! Are you ready honey?"

"Yes... lovie, always ready for you"

"Good boy, now, bend over" You pointed your finger to your pink bed and went around to get behind Steven. He had his full museum uniform on, and you pulled his pants and boxers down altogether.

"Sucha pretty ass, Stevie, all f'me.. all mine." You whispered the dirty words while cupping and rubbing his soft bum but to Steven, they sounded like the words of an angel.

"yesss, I'm yours. Put it in me, please? Mark me yours today" his voice was already shaking.

"Oh? Really?" you asked in a soft but excited tone.

"Yes, please do it"

"Your wish is my command!"

Your hands opened up his bum for you, and you could see his cute star twitching already. Your finger gently circled it, watching it desperately trying to suck you in. After a little playing around with Steven's hole, you decided to finally put the plug right it.

"ohhh thank you, thank you~" he gasped out.

"Oh, don't thank me yet Sugar"

You quickly got up and went back to the drawer, and then you finally got what Steven was asking for, a heart-shaped paddle.

You situated yourself behind him and rubbed your hands over his ass one more time.

"All because you asked..." your smile brightened.

One.. two.. three...

10 spanks later and heart-shaped bruises decorated his ass.

"There you go pretty baby, now you're all ready."

You pulled his pants back normally and helped him up since his legs already got weak from what you've done to him. Steven buried his face in your neck while muffling again "Thank you, I love you"

"I love you too, Stevie. Now c'mon, breakfast is ready, we can eat on the way to your work.

"W-wha? Who's driving and when did you make-"

"Cedric made it for us... and of course he's driving silly." You booped his nose while dragging him downstairs of your mansion. Oh yeah, Cedric, the butler. The boys still haven't gotten used to that part of your lifestyle yet either.

You had a run through town, going shopping for more cute lingerie and more variations of platform heels. You can't ever have too much, can you? You came back home and decided to relax with face masks and curlers in your hair while watching 2000s movies til your sweethearts came back home. Hours passed and soon enough, Cedric dropped off Steven and you rushed to him.

"Hello love- oof" You jumped right into his arms and snuggled into his chest. You lifted your head up and smiled up at him "How was work?"

"Not bad, Donna's been a bit less of a-"

"bother."

"Bitch?"

"...."

"Bitch works too."

You two giggle like idiots while still in each other's embrace.

"C'mon now, dinner's ready, I'm sure my poor baby is starving" "Yes Ma'am."

You two head to your big dining room where Steven had you sit on his lap while you two fed each other.

"-but she got mad when I said that so that daft woman said she'd have me fired?! Just for that!"

"Oh she did not." You gasped out.

It was a routine thing to have Steven tell you all the gossip that happens within the walls of his workplace, which provides perfect bonding time before the boys have to leave again.

"It's not like I hate her, really, but she didn't have to be so extra about my- Steven?" You noticed he zoned out for just a second.

"Ahh.. sorry love, but Marc said it's time to go now. Really sorry."

Of course he had to interrupt while you were talking.

"Oh. No that's okay." You got off his lap and Steven looked at you in pity

"You can continue after we come back, I'd love to hear the rest of it." He told you as he hugged you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

"mhmm," you answered him absentmindedly.

"Stay safe."

Once his job for the night was over, Marc opened the window of their bedroom slowly and slipped in quietly. As he turned his back to shut the window, he summoned the suit armor off. He turned around in just his boxers and froze.

"Hey sugar" your sweet voice called out while you sat in his bed with your legs crossed in your pink lingerie set and stockings.

"Uhh, hi.. um wh-what are you doing here...?" His tense body language switched to a nervous mess.

"I can't wait for my handsome man in his bed now?"

"I-no I mean-"

"Come to bed Marc." You ordered him.

He slowly walked to the foot of the bed, and you pointed to the pillows where you wanted him.

Your soft hands pushed against his hard chest to lay him down as you straddled him.

"You've been a bad boy, Marc..."

Your eyes trail down his body where you can see the outline of his cock become more prominent in his boxers. Then they came back up to lock with his eyes.

"Do you agree? Hmm?"

He weakly nodded but your hand held his chin while you ordered him

"Use your words baby."

"Yes," he whimpered, "I've been a bad boy"

"Well, I'm sure it makes perfect sense to punish you. You need to be put back in your place honey. I mean c'mon, insulting my room, fighting with me then interrupting my story?"

"mmhmm, punish me however you want.. i-i deserve it."

You smirked as your hands collected his and you pulled a fabric from behind your back.m

A pink velvet ascot.

Marc's eyes widened slightly.

"Don't worry, I'll have you all tied up and pretty for me. This time, you won't get out." It was obvious how evilly you took pleasure from this.

It was hot, seeing his big hands tied up with the pink fabric while he pathetically looked up at you.

You leaned down, your lips kissing the edge of his. He tried to catch yours but you wouldn't let him. You trailed down his neck and pecs, sucking hickies and licking them after. By the time your lips made contact with Marc's abs, his body was shaking and both his dick and abs were clenching.

"please"

"Oh look who's begging now." You wanted to laugh at his broken voice.

Marc's legs spread immediately after you pulled his boxers off.

You kneeled down and nuzzled his juicy thighs. "You're such a manwhore, Marc. It's so hot." You whispered against his skin.

Marc moaned loudly just to prove your point further. His back arched as you licked and bit at his thighs.

"please please please-"

You suddenly kneeled up and looked down at him, his whole figure now covered in red hickeys and shining with your lipgloss and spit.

Deciding it was enough teasing for now, you went back down and took his tip in your mouth.

"ohhh fuck Y/N"

Your mouth suctioned around his dick, while your hands went down to press against the buttplug still in him. His whole body jerked and Marc whimpered as he adjusted his hips up to let you play with his hole as you liked.

You slowly took out the plug, and you spit on his gaping hole, watching it twitch over nothing. Going back to suck his cock, your fingers now entered him and you fingered him as he shook above you.

"Fuck fuck fuck right there yesss-" Marc's voice cracked and he started crying as he felt his orgasm coming.

"Oh yeah baby? That's your sweet spot right there hmm?" Your fingers pressed against it harder just to tease.

"YES UGH"

Right as Marc was about to orgasm, you pulled your mouth and fingers off him and left him twitching and crying in disappointment.

"Why-why the hell-"

"You didn't think I'd let you off that easy did you?"

"Oh c'mon I was so close Y/N" he whined.

"You're gonna stay still, I'm not done with you." And with that, you got up and left the room, Marc's eyes on your swaying hips til you were out of his field of vision. You quickly ran to your room and opened your beloved toy drawer once more, and this time got your favorite pink vibrator out. Oh Marc's gonna love this

When you came back, you were a little worried to hear whimpers coming from Marc.

"Hey hey, I'm back now baby. No need to cry" You brushed his tears off. "I didn't know you'd come back..." "I wouldn't be that cruel to you Marc." Marc looked at your hands his eyes furrowed, "Is that a-"

"Yep!"

You took your position between his legs again and turned on the vibrator.

"I'm gonna give you such a crazy orgasm you'll be seeing colors, and they'll all be shades of pink" You smirked.

The second the vibrator touched his dick Marc was wailing and twitching. "Fuck Oh shit I-fuuuck" he gasped out, the sensations overwhelming him. Your fingers went back down to his whole, and you massaged his prostate intensely even as his feet started kicking.

"s'too much, god, I'm close please Y/N, oh my- fuck"

"That's it baby" you didn't take off the vibrator as his dick twitched wildly with the rest of his body. Marc's eyes rolled back the same way they would when he was summoning the ritual armor. Long ropes of cum shot out of his cock all over his chest. You gave him a little mercy and took away the vibrator to use your hands to massage his clenched balls this time.

"You look so pretty like this, let it all out for me sugar..." you whispered in awe. After the last of the cum that was in his balls spurt out, his body slumped and his cock lay limply on his stomach. You kneeled over him, slowly licking the mess he made of himself while Marc sighed and shut his eyes. "You did really good for me, that's my good boy" he finally got his kiss on the lips, but he was too tired to even hold you all he could do was pout his lips for you.

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So this juicy post was dedicated to @cosmicblogs

I hope I got the reader's characterization right!

also an ascot is this fabric you tie around neck, like the one barbie wore in the movie!

#moon knight fic #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #sub steven grant #moon knight #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #moon knight smut

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lvvvyi · 11 months

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04 : Marc Spector ✧

C.W : gn!dom!reader ; riding ; light bondage ; toys

Cond. Notice : currently having utter brainrot of each moon knight alter and some of the spider lot 🙏🙏

Sub!Marc who practically leans into your touch every time you punish him, because the whole situation didn’t really matter to him, your touch is the only thing on his mind.

Sub!Marc whose eyes are literally hearts when you rake your nails down his chest, relishing in the way you can get him so hot and bothered by simple touches. The brief pain even adds to his pleasures.

Sub!Marc who can never keep his mouth shut. He’s always moaning or whining or crying out for you with no care of anyone listening because all he wants is for you to know how good he’s feeling. Even if you introduce a gag, you’ll hear loudened gargled moans. So you take matters into your own hands, literally, and start shoving your fingers into his mouth. Obviously, he absolutely loves it because now it fits both of you - he gets you all over and in him, while you try and get him to keep quiet.

Sub!Marc who just won’t stay still whenever you play with him. His hips buck into you as you ride him or he grinds back onto you when you take him from behind. Even after you sternly tell him to be good, you just feel so fucking amazing, and you just using him like this is surging insane pleasures through him. No amount of punishment is going to keep him down, unless one is you restricting him. Then he will finally listen and control himself, maybe while even letting a few tears loose. Though, he does like the concept of restraints - the very feeling of the tight ropes on his wrists pulling him away from you, gives him a better urge to feel you more and fight against them.

Sub!Marc who isn’t that big on using toys, but will try to experiment for your interest. If it’s too much he won’t hesitate to safeword. If not, he’ll act real bratty to get you rougher with the toy, testing himself for his limits. He doesn't go with other dildos much, since he thinks your strap/cock is enough for him. He may be more easy with small vibrators you use to tease him, making him think that the extreme vibrations is all he's getting tonight, but then surprising him with your hands/hole. Though all in all, he prefers you all over him, than any hard plastic buzzing against him.

#.lvvvyi #sub marc #sub marc spector #sub moon knight #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #marc spector smut #dom reader #top reader #fem dom reader #gn reader #stn. 🌙

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oddballwriter · 2 months

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I need a fic where Marc gets to be a pillow prince. He deserves it. He's so stressed all the time, he deserves to lay there and get treated right.

#I believe in pillowprince!Marc supremacy #let Marc bottom he deserves a treat #sub!marc spector #moonknight smut #moon knight smut #bottom!marc spector

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luvpedropascal · 2 years

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thinking about how marc would be so shy at first subbing for you, but so so good. it’s hard for him to use his words and tell you what he wants but, god, does he follow all your directions so well. he keeps his hands to himself, no matter how bad he wants to reach over and touch your cheek or hold your hips while you ride him.

he gets this pretty flush on his cheeks and ears the minute he’s submissive for you. all it takes is for you to tell him how pretty he looks and he’s all pink cheeks, looking into his lap all shy. and then you’re lifting his face up again, fingers so soft on his chin and he practically goes limp for you, ready to fall to his knees and do whatever you want him to.

and he gets so messy. when your fingers are in his mouth he lets himself go completely, sucking them down and not caring about the spit that dribbles down his chin. you tease him about it, of course, just enough to embarrass him that nice way that makes his heart jump.

#drabbles and thoughts #sub!marc spector #marc spector #marc spector headcanon #marc spector x reader #sub marc spector

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yourftmfriend · 1 year

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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.

#sub moon knight #sub jake lockley #sub marc spector #sub steven grant #dom gn reader #dom male reader #moon knight #🥭 anon #moon knight asks #moon knight x male reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fluff #top male reader #top gn reader #male reader #dom!reader

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fullmoon-84 · 2 years

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I'm THRISTY for sub!Marc Spector

Shit, here we go again

It's my new obsession but it is so fucking hard to find it grr

#marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marvel #moon knight #marc spector smut #sub!marc spector

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hopelessrromantix · 1 year

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my 2022 kinktober/kinkember masterlist

main masterlist

➳ day one first time | frottage Steve Harrington

➳ day two degradation | marking Jason Carver

➳ day three cockwarming | thigh riding Chamber

➳ day four bondage | praise Johnathan Byers

➳ day five somnophilia | cock worship Billy Hargrove

➳ day six edging | dumbification Billy Hargrove

➳ day seven + eight hate sex + facefucking | overstimulation + exhibitionism Yoru

➳ day nine dacryphilia | photos/video Camboy!Billy Hargrove

➳ day ten corruption | face sitting Eddie Munson + Steve Harrington

➳ day eleven size kink | choking Atsushi Nakajima

➳ day twelve solo masturbation | spanking Eddie Munson

➳ day thirteen phone sex | massage Eddie Munson + Steve Harrington

➳ day fourteen lingerie | body worship MK System

➳ day fifteen collars | orgasm denial Bakugou Katsuki

➳ day sixteen daddy kink | facial Eddie Munson

➳day seventeen shower sex | deep throating Steven Grant

➳day eighteen mirror sex | rimming MK System

➳day nineteen aftercare | knife play Billy Hargrove

➳day twenty double penetration | breeding Steve Harrington

➳day twenty-one role play | toys Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

➳day twenty-two cuckolding | food play Eddie Munson + Steve Harrington

➳day twenty-three fingering | monster fucking Newt Scamander

➳day twenty-four aphrodisiac | sounding Steve Harrington

➳day twenty-five bulge | blood kink Eddie Munson

➳day twenty-seven gloryhole | mutual masturbation Billy Hargrove

➳day twenty-six power imbalance | cum inflation Billy Hargrove

➳day twenty-eight creampie | wax play Draco Malfoy

➳day twenty-nine ice play | sadism/masochism Billy Hargrove

➳day thirty costumes/uniform | cum play Steve Harrington

➳day thirty-one free choice! | feminization/crossdressing Steve Harrington

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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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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