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"are you wearing my shirt?" + Llewyn?

(so happy you're back hehe)

omg i love this one 🥺 thank you so much for sending this in and thank you for your kind words, it’s so good to be back 🩷

warnings: just fluff, one mention of period typical sexism (not llewyn), reader wears a nightgown, reader is a total introvert no i’m not projecting

Llewyn has a habit of showing up on your doorstep when you least expect it, maybe because he knows you’re too nice to turn him away. He never outstays his welcome—he has a keen eye for when you’re starting to feel a little suffocated and need your privacy back. After all, your shoebox of an apartment was definitely not made for more than one person—and that’s exactly why you chose it in the first place. As much as you love having friends and family around you, you very much value your solitude and need breaks from people on a regular basis.

So it’s strange that Llewyn’s been here for six nights in a row when his previous longest stay was three. And it’s even stranger that you’re not craving alone time the way you normally would be at this point. You like being around him, like having his gorgeous face to come home to every night. Especially with the long shifts you’ve been having to pull ever since your landlord raised the rent. He’s definitely a good listener, and he doesn’t mind you rambling about a horrid customer you had to deal with or the way your boss has been making inappropriate comments to all the women on staff.

The only bad thing is, these long shifts are leaving you with less and less time to get chores done. He hasn’t mentioned it, but Llewyn has been trying his best to help out around the house—washing the breakfast dishes after you realize you’re running late for work, restocking the fridge with your favorite wine when the bottle gets low, and generally trying to tidy up after himself. You’ve noticed the effort, and it makes your heart warm. He’s never tried so hard before, but it’s almost like he’s trying to impress you. Like he wants to take care of you.

You try not to get your hopes up, because Llewyn has been an infrequent house guest for the better part of three years and he’s never once shown any sign of romantic interest in you. Still, you can’t help the little crush you’ve been harboring. It’s hard not to fall for those sweet brown puppy eyes of his.

He’s a goddamn menace, and you love it.

You don’t realize you’re out of clean clothes until it’s too late. Thankfully your closet dries up on a Saturday that you don’t have to work, so you finally have time to do the laundry and catch up on a few other chores that need doing.

You’re about to say fuck it and rewear some dirty clothes, but there’s a few problems with that. One, working shifts in a diner is sweaty work and none of your clothes smell particularly appealing. Two, the man you would fall on your knees for is currently asleep on your couch and you don’t want to look anything but your absolute best around him—and that means skimpy shorts and loose-neck shirts, because what’s the harm in giving him something nice to look at?

You pad down the hallway in your nightgown, a threadbare garment that you would really rather not have him see you in, but there aren’t many other options. At least it doesn’t smell like you just dug your way out of a grave.

As you’re doing your best to load up the washer without making too much noise, you realize there’s a load of clean clothes in the dryer. Hardly able to believe your luck, you start digging through the load for something presentable to wear. But these fabrics are all unfamiliar, and your heart quickly sinks. These are Llewyn’s clothes, not yours.

So, you can stay in this ratty nightgown and pray that you somehow get a load of laundry through the washer and dryer before he wakes up. Not likely, considering the fact that it’s rare for you to wake up before him anyway and it’ll probably be a matter of minutes before he’s up.

Or, you can borrow some of his nice clean clothes, thank him profusely, and re-wash them for him once your load is done.

The choice seems obvious.

You find the perfect shirt right on top—a long button down that lands about mid-thigh at the longest part of the hem and covers just enough to not be a complete scandal. With your hair mussed up and the top two buttons undone, you look downright sexy.

You’re just starting the machine when Llewyn pads down the narrow hallway, stopping short at the door to the bathroom when his sleep-clouded eyes land on you.

You’ve never seen anyone’s pupils expand so rapidly, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Is that… are you wearing my shirt?”

You try to play coy, but you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that this is the pinnacle. There’s no getting out of this one, no way to keep pretending your feelings towards him are merely friendly. It’s terrifying and relieving all at once.

“Yeah, I umm… I didn’t have anything clean left. I’ll wash it for you when I’m done.”

He takes a step closer, and you can’t help but notice the way his chest heaves under that tight white tee of his.

“It looks good on you. Too good.” He takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel the soft warm of his breath on your face.

“Too good?” You ask, praying he doesn’t notice the way your voice trembles just a little bit.

“Yeah. You’re gonna have to take it off.”

That’s when you feel his hand, slowly making its way up your arm to toy at the fabric where the collar opens around your neck.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you say, “Make me.”

And that’s all it takes for his lips to crash against yours, mere moments before he makes good on your challenge.

#sopping wet on the floor #i love this so much #llewyn davis #llewyn davis x reader #x reader

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Fairytale of New York

Summary: A tired, pathetic puppy wanders into your diner on Christmas Eve. Things...escalate.

Pairing: Llewyn Davis from Inside Llewyn Davis x f!reader who wants what she wants

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: nsfw, mdni, language, mentions of past mistreatment, talk of contraception, gun but no violence, oral -f and m rec., not beta'd

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Bone-weary.

Your grandmother used to say it.

The man in front of you looked deep-in-his-bones, forlornly, kicked-puppy exhausted.

Which was a feat in and of itself, seeing how you were surrounded this evening by hungry, homeless people, and he was definitely the most handsome one by far.

Chocolate curls tumbled effortlessly across his forehead. His dark beard was kempt - not the fuzzy, matted mess of the men around him.

At first glance, you wondered if he was here to order a regular meal or volunteer. He almost looked put-together enough.

But he sighed - a bone-weary, defeated, groaning sigh.

"Cold night," you commented, noticing how he struggled to create even the tiniest spark of warmth from his corduroy blazer and wool scarf. He seemed to try and make himself smaller, as if willing the too-thin layers of fabric to truly envelop him.

"No shit," he fired back, clenching his fingerless glove around the handle of his guitar case. Noticing your look of slight amusement, he sighed, tiredly. "Sorry. Long night. Wondering if I could get some coffee?"

"Sure thing," you nodded past him to an empty two-top, offering him a warm smile.

Your boss Sal was a hard ass with a heart of gold. On Christmas Eve, anyone could eat free from ten to midnight at this fine dining establishment where you earned your measly paycheck.

You were living the dream - serving diner tables. But Sal was good to you and the other guys and gals you called coworkers - granting holiday bonuses and sometimes, you could swear he beefed up your tips at the end of the night. Just a couple dollars here or there, but it helped.

You returned to the pathetic puppy of a man with a fresh, hot cup of coffee. "Want something to eat? Everything's on the house tonight."

One eyebrow shot up curiously. "Free? You're serious."

"It's Christmas Eve," you said mysteriously, wiggling your fingers as if casting a spell. "Sal's got a soft spot for people who need a hot meal and got nowhere to go."

Kicked Puppy nodded, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.

"So, what'll it be, handsome? You want something to warm you up besides that coffee? Or do you have a pressing holiday engagement?"

Narrowing his tired, dark eyes, he looked like he was trying to come up with a clever reply, but ultimately let out a defeated, bitter-ish chuckle. "Got friends, but...every one of them's pissed at me. On my own tonight."

He shrugged helplessly. "I guess I'm kind of an asshole sometimes."

Wagging your finger, you went along with him, playfully. "I could tell that about you, right when you walked in. I took one look and thought, 'that guy is definitely an asshole. Probably shouldn't serve him.'"

He almost chuckled, but it was a weak laugh at best.

"Bowl of chili sound good? Or...I have chicken noodle, or a hamburger. Not much left in the kitchen," you offered.

A few minutes later, Mr. Handsome Kicked Puppy sipped his bowl of chili while you finished up with your other customers. A few of the homeless guys liked to flirt with you, but they were pretty harmless.

Everyone knew not to cross Sal and his employees anyway.

You noticed Kicked Puppy's gaze fixed on you, so you made your way back over and checked to see if he needed a refill.

"I'm good," he waved you off, but something made you linger. Probably the fact that he was kind of beautiful.

"You a singer?" You prodded, nodding to his guitar case.

He made a face - seemed to be a sore spot for him, but concurred. "Sang across the street tonight. You ever been?"

Peering out the window, you read the club's neon sign. "No, but I always wanted to. What kind of music?"

"The only kind," he shrugged.

You motioned to the spot across from him. "Mind if I sit a minute? Feet are killing me. Promise I won't ask you to sing."

He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, eyeing you curiously. "Oh, you won't?"

"'Course not," you smiled, waving your hand dismissively. "Everyone knows musicians hate that. It's like...your living. You can't just sing for free."

His eyebrows shot up as he leaned in. "You're mocking me..."

"No," you laughed. "I'm serious. It would be like someone asking me to serve drinks at a party without paying me." You motioned around you. "Not much of a career but I should still get paid for it."

"Thank you." He gestured animatedly. "My...friends - some of the people who usually let me crash - always try to parade me out at dinner parties, like an attraction. Fucking annoying."

He paused for a moment. "Almost feel like I owe them sometimes, you know... Can't do it, though."

"You have your pride," you sympathetically reasoned. "That's fair enough."

You stood, reaching to collect his dirty dishes. "So, who's couch is it tonight if everyone's pissed at you?"

Running a gloved hand over his beard, he shook his head and shrugged. "What time do you close?"

"Midnight."

He slowly nodded.

"What's your name, singer?"

"Llewyn."

You smiled softly and introduced yourself. "You don't have anywhere to go after midnight, do you?"

He shook his head as his gaze dropped.

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12:24 A.M. - Christmas

"Can't believe you're letting a strange man sleep in your apartment," the handsome bone-weary puppy voiced as you turned the key in your deadbolt.

"You're not a stranger anymore, Llewyn," you replied, trying to find just the right way to wiggle your key... "Got it! Damn thing sticks all the time."

Shouldering your way inside, you tossed your bag on the tiniest kitchen bar in existence, motioning for him to come on in.

"Like I told you - it's not much. You might be warmer sleeping in a car, but the love seat will keep you off this frigid, hard floor. And the water's warm, since we're over the diner. Sal's my landlord too. He keeps everything running nice enough. Cheap ass on heat though."

"No, I really appreciate it," he gratefully returned, “especially on Christmas. You sure I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No..." You let out a wistful sigh. "No, I don't have anyone." You smirked at him playfully. "But I do own a revolver if you're having any weird ideas."

"Holy shit," he whistled. "Glad you take care of yourself, I guess."

Llewyn reveled in your attention and care over the next half hour. You made a batch of hot cocoa while he took the warmest shower he'd had in weeks. You turned on a Christmas record and found a couple of thick blankets for him to sleep (or attempt to sleep) cramped up on the love seat.

"Thank you for this," he quietly voiced, sipping his cocoa, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Don't deserve it. If you knew me, you'd push me right back out that door."

"Maybe," you shrugged, sipping your own warm beverage as you curled up in the only chair in the place. "But it's Christmas. Even assholes and loners need a break sometimes."

He regarded you with interest, his eyes raking over your form for the millionth time. "That what you are? A loner?"

You hid behind the ceramic of your mug for a moment of reprieve. "Have to be. What else is there for a woman who doesn't want a marriage and kids?"

You shuddered, remembering how many times your ex had sabotaged your efforts at contraception...and how violent he'd become when he found out you were actively trying to not get pregnant.

Hence the waitress job, freezing apartment...and the revolver.

"You don't want kids?" He asked, clearing his throat. Maybe you were somehow...perfect.

"I really don't. You’d think women would have a few more options now that it’s the ‘60s. So I got my revolver to make sure my ex stays away. He’s a bigger asshole than the two of us," you answered, transparently. Noticing how his dark eyes widened at your candor, you laughed.

"Scared yet?"

"No," he chuckled. "But I guess that answers the question of whether or not we're gonna fuck."

Smirking, you took one more sip of cocoa before pushing off your chair to kneel down in front of him. Your eyes met his challengingly as you spread your palms over his thighs, pushing them up to his hips.

"That why you're an asshole?" You challenged, reaching for the zipper of his trousers. "Can't be bothered to wear a condom?"

"Can't afford that shit," he fired back, enjoying the view down your t-shirt.

"Definitely an asshole," you shake your head, dragging his zipper down and tracing your fingertips over the outline of his hardening length with your fingertips.

"My pussy's off limits unless you want my revolver shoved up your ass," you inform, leaning over to suck on his leaking tip through the fabric of his underwear. "But fuck it. It's Christmas. You can come in my mouth."

"Fucking hell," he groaned at your forwardness, shifting his hips to give you easier access to pull his cock free.

"Oh shit, you're big," you marveled, running the tip of your tongue over your lips in anticipation. Wrapping your hands around him, you turned your eyes up to his. "Merry Christmas. Don't say I never gave you anything."

You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before placing him on your flat tongue. Your eyes flickered back up to his tauntingly as you slowly wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue.

"Jes....oh fuck," he moaned, gripping the arm of the tiny couch.

Bobbing your head up and down a few times, you pushed yourself past the point of comfort and swallowed his tip. Your mouth stretched to take him, and the challenge of it made you instantly wet.

“Holy f-fuck,” he responded eagerly, “just like that.” You let him fuck your mouth, free hand gripping your jaw as his hips found a rhythm thrusting and gagging you.

Something about how pathetic this man was - how eager and responsive to your touch - it was doing it for you. You hadn’t done anything this spontaneous in a long time, but it felt good. And you certainly didn’t mind a heavy, hot cock in your mouth.

A few heavy thrusts and gags later and he coated your throat with his spend, letting out a near embarrassing whine as he came.

You let him soften before pulling off him and licking your lips clean. “Bet you’ll sleep well now.” You winked.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, shaking his head as you stood and started to shed your clothes. Remembering you were pretty clear about not fucking without a condom, he slowly stood, stuffing his soft cock back into his pants. “What are you…”

“I have a twin bed, but you’ll fit better than on that thing.” You nodded to the love seat, now standing in front of him completely nude. “But to sleep with me, you’re gonna need to return the favor. I’m fucking soaked.”

Minutes later, this rather beautiful, bearded man knelt between your legs in bed, his prominent nose nudging tauntingly at your puffy clit. His plush mouth sampled your pussy lips, as if he was making out with your cunt.

“F-fuck yes,” you groaned as he fucked his tongue into your hole, sucking and slurping at your juices.

Your fingers slid into the softest curls, twisting them around your fingers as you rocked your pelvis up to meet his soft beard.

The he started humming. And not just a humming sound but a fucking tune. After several delicious, deep thrusts of his tongue, he pulled out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation.

His hum gently morphed into a few lyrics as his eyes gazed up at you, equal parts cocky and pussy drunk - your slick coating his beard and lips.

‘Hang me, oh hang me…I’ll be dead and gone…’

He slid two fingers into your slick, warm hole, curling them with the dexterity of an instrumentalist. Then lowered his smirking mouth back down to trace circles around your clit with his tongue. Kept right on humming.

Laying his tongue flat, he laved your sensitive bundle of nerves with a few rough licks before wrapping those sexy lips around it and sucking.

He added a third finger - you were plenty wet enough for it and the slight stretch made your back arch off your twin bed. Fingers curling, lips sucking, and that insistent hum sent you right over the edge into earth-shattering bliss. Your body seized in mind-altering pleasure and then went completely white as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in years.

He worked you through it before blatantly licking you clean and climbing his way up your body to cage you in. The look on his face told you he was definitely satisfied with himself, but the hot flesh of his cock prodding at your thigh meant he didn’t want this to be over.

"Is that my revolver or are you ready for more?" You teased, reaching to wrap you fingers around his cock. "Don't think I have any condoms big enough for all this."

He groaned, hips shifting into your grip. "Maybe we could just - "

"I'll will shoot you. Go the fuck to sleep, Llewyn."

And that's how an exhausted, pathetic puppy of a man, with soulful brown eyes, and the voice of an angel, ended up in your twin bed on Christmas Eve.

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The rest of the party vs the rogue

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best buddies

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AAAAA I WAS RIGHT HERE AS WELL I DIDNT GET TO SNAG THAT SPECIFIC PIC OF THEM TYSN FOR THIS LMAO

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monk gf can catch an arrow mid air but cant catch a joke oops

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Something something about cowboys giving their hats to someone as a sign of courtship

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Mods are asleep let me just

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I rarely like to draw colored art ..😌

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What Did You Say? - Part 2 (Steven)

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Part 1 (Marc) - Part 3 (Jake)

There's an anon who came into my inbox asking for a part 2 and 3 of What Did You Say? - Marc drabble so I decided to do it. I had already sort of wanted to so it works! Original ask by @moonknightly

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, light bondage, jealous Steven, rough sex, pussy slapping, p in v creampie, dirty talk, Steven has an attitude, dacryphilia

Word Count: 1.1k

You were right, you were in for a long night of jealousy ridden sex with both Steven and Jake after Marc had tried to put you in your place earlier. Marc had taunted them, and they were watching from the headspace, just chomping at the bit to get you all to themselves. Steven went first. Jake was being, naturally, very, very patient.

“Don’t like what you were sayin’, love.” Steven said coldly when he was fronting.

You looked at him with surprise, not being used to hearing him talk to you like that.

“I just needed someone to take charge Steven, I had a rough day. You don’t have to take it too personal, baby.” You pressed a hand to his bare chest. Marc hadn’t put clothes back on before the switch.

Steven snatched your wrist tightly, “you think I can’t be rough? I know it’s not my specialty but darling…I thought you knew me better than that.”

Steven grabbed your jaw in his free hand and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, melting your mouths over and over. He moaned deeply, before separating you and dragging his fingers around your throat.

“S’not Marc or Jake I want you callin’ when you’ve had a tough day, yeah? You can ask for me next time, dove, I know what you need.” His tone was dark. “Go on then, you want it rough? Get on the bed.”

Steven grabbed some patterned ties from the closet while you crawled onto the mattress obediently. You found that your hands were shaking a little from the uncertainty. Steven didn’t normally act like this. You also didn’t normally voice your need for a rough fucking so loudly. He ordered you to behave while he walked over to the bed and brought your knees to your ears, and tied each wrist to each ankle, putting you in a position to be completely open for him.

“Steven, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“Yeah, you’re sorry now love, just need to remind you that there’s three of us yeah? And we all know how to give you what you need.”

You were in a position that had your legs spread and pussy on display for him. Steven crawled onto the bed in front of you, licked his thick fingers and slapped your lips harshly. You winced and hissed. You’d never seen him like this. If this was what Steven was like when he was jealous, you were even more afraid of what would happen when Jake came in.

He spit on your cunt. You felt the saliva trickle down over your tight ring of muscle. You bit your lip, desperate for whatever he was going to give you.

“Are you just going to tease me all night?”

“You’ve got an awful smart mouth don’t you? Need me to tie that up too?” Steven looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“No,” you said breathlessly, “I just want you Steven, please.”

He slapped your cunt again, to which you let out a whimpering cry. Steven’s eyes became heavy with lust. You knew just what to say to get to him. He slid his finger between your folds, gliding it through the juices that had collected there. You couldn’t move to arch your hips into him, you were completely at his mercy.

After what felt like hours of teasing - really only a few short minutes - Steven finally angled himself over you, dragging the length of his shaft between your lips. You groaned when the ridge of his fat tip brushed over your swollen clit. He bit his bottom lip and looked at you. Steven pushed his thick cock into you, slamming his hips flush against your body. You gasped, feeling the length hit you deeper than ever thanks to the new position you were in.

“There you go, love.” He had his arms reaching around your hips so they could grab your waist tightly. “Don’t tell me I can’t give you what you need, s’not true at all, you just never asked did you?”

“N-no I didn’t.” You felt a tear trickle down the side of your face from the overstimulation.

“No you didn’t. How’s it feel? Feels good, yeah? Tell me it feels good, and don’t you dare lie, I can see it on your face.”

“Yes Steven! It-feels-oh my God-it-“

“Come on! I’m just as rough as you need me to be right? Just like the other two? Say it, say I’m just what you need.” Steven was thrusting so harshly, grunting between his words.

“Y-you’re…oh, Steven…you’re j-just-“

“Can’t even talk can you? Never seen Jake or Marc have you stuttering like that.” Steven, for once, had a cocky look on his face that was usually only reserved for Jake.

“S-so good!” You cried out. “It’s so good.”

Your cries were primal while he continued to slam into you harder and harder. You weren’t even saying it for the sake of his ego. Steven was relentlessly fucking you to tears, and he was only getting more rough as time went on. His hands were undoubtedly going to leave a mark with how tightly he held onto your sides.

“Jake’s buzzin’ around now, he’s gonna get you good too love, you shouldn’t have said all that.”

You gasped and cried out when Steven angled himself to reach deeper. You felt like he was close to rearranging all your organs.

“Just wanted-shit-wanted Marc to fuck me harder Steven, I’m sorry!” You squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

“No, no, no, you open your pretty eyes now. Want you to look at me when I make you come darling.”

Within a moment, Steven was plunging in for one final thrust, deep into your core while his cock pumped his hot spend into you. Your walls gushed around him, squeezing tight, milking him dry. Steven’s groans were rough, primal, and like honey to your ears. He’d succeeded, making it near impossible for you to walk right when he’d finally untied you.

“There you go love, let’s see what Jake’s got for you. Maybe next time you’ll think before talking to us like that, yeah?”

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What Did You Say - Pt. 3 (Jake)

Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Part 1 (Marc) - Part 2 (Steven)

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, orgasm delay, oversensitivity, jealous Jake, Jake being Jake.

Word Count: 1.1k

“Oh, bebita…” Jake looked at you sweeter than he normally did.

You thought that he might spare you, especially considering that you’d asked for him specifically instead of the other two. It wasn’t your words that had upset Jake though, it was the taunting from Marc. When he’d said, “You seeing this Jake? Huh? You seein’ how pretty our girl looks with her little pussy splitting over my cock?”, you knew Jake had taken it personal.

“You look so fucking pretty like that, crying and drooling all over the goddamn table. Let’s see Jake do that.”

Jake was always up for a challenge, and Marc had egged him on. It didn’t seem fair that you were stuck in the middle of it. If this was all in an effort for Marc to teach you a lesson, having him and his alters fuck you into oblivion, then he’d succeded. You’d never instigate him like that again.

“Jake please. You can prove your point to Marc later. I’m really sore, Steven went in on me…he was really rough.” You whined.

Jake was hovering over you on his elbows. He had your cheek cupped in his hand and he gently brushed his thumb over your skin. His lips were feather soft against yours when he kissed you. With Jake, you knew this was the calm before the inevitable storm.

“Steven got you good hm?” His fingertips trekked over your collarbone and down to your breast, squeezing it gently. “What the other boys don’t seem to know…is that they don’t have to be rough with you to make sure you get what you need.”

That cocky smirk stirred your stomach alive, bringing every hair on your body to attention. You arched into Jake’s touch while he started kissing down your chin, working his way to place gentle and wet kisses over your sternum. You whined, reaching a hand up to entangle your fingers with his dark curls, and your other reached up to grab his shoulder.

“You know, Marc was right, you did look pretty getting split open like that hermosa.” Jake kissed your lower tummy.

You moaned in response, “need you to be gentle please, Jake.”

“I know bebita. I’ll take care of you like I always do.” He cooed, inhaling deeply while he dragged his face down over your mound. “You smell even better with our cum inside you.” Jake raised an eyebrow at you, “Marc, Steven, you boys ready to see how it’s done?”

Jake brought two thick fingers to your tender entrance before plunging them inside. You winced, still feeling sore from Steven and Marc’s assault on your hole. He covered your clit in his mouth, flicking over the swollen nub with fervor and making you forget all about the ache you felt.

You gasped as he started pistoning his fingers in and out of you. He looked up at you, eyes darkened as was typical for Jake, along with a little curl of his lips while he continued using his tongue over you. His mouth was warm while he melted it into you again and again.

“Jake, f-fuck papi.” You whined, squeezing your fist tight around his curls.

“Ay, easy bebita.” Jake gave you a look of warning.

“Sorry baby, feels so good.”

“Mmm,” Jake hummed over your clit.

He stopped flicking his tongue and started swirling it around instead. His fingers curled, dragging over your walls. Your cunt fluttered around him in response. You grabbed the sheet with your free hand, squeezing tightly. He pursed his lips over you, groaning again into your mound.

“So wet hermosa, you’re dripping down my arm. Messy little girl,” he said in a low growl before continuing to work on your clit.

“I’m getting so close, feels so good.”

“Tell them.”

You looked at him in surprise. If you said anything like that, surely they’d take that as another challenge. You weren’t sure you could handle a perpetual competition between the three of them. Plus you felt bad taunting Marc and Steven like that. You meant what you said when you told Marc earlier that they were each good at different things when it came to the bedroom.

“Jake that’s not a good idea, I don’t want them to-“

“That’s ok…”

Jake pulled his fingers out of you and stopped tonguing your clit. He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. You looked at him wide-eyed. You felt your cunt quiver over nothing with a heavy need.

“Jake…what are you-“

He shrugged, “tell them how good it feels, or take care of it yourself.”

You felt your body burning with desire. You weren’t sure how much longer you could sit like that, just looking at his face, chin glistening in your juices. You gulped, thinking about the repercussions of you telling Steven and Marc directly how good it felt to have Jake making you come undone like that. Surely you’d be in trouble for days after if you did that, but you needed him…now.

“Ok, I’ll do it, just…please,” you begged.

Jake’s smug smirk never failed to make you a little irritated. He got back to work, driving his fingers back into your soaking channel. You arched your back, angling to get them deeper. You looked down, and he was looking back up at you expectantly.

“Steven, Marc…” You moaned, “Jake…Jake makes me feel…”

He started slowing the roll of his tongue and the drag of his fingers the longer you took to get your words out. You could’ve cried with need. Jake could be such an asshole when he wanted to be.

“Jake makes me feel so good!”

With that he became ravenous, mouthing into your pussy like a man starved. You grabbed the sheets with both hands, feeling your body tremble involuntarily. When you finally came, for the third time that night, your orgasm ripped through you, along with a flurry of curses.

It wasn’t until the fog cleared, and you were able to think clearly again, that you really thought about the consequences of your actions. Marc and Steven were going to have a field day with you once the body recovered from having two orgasms that night, and you weren’t going to get a break for quite some time.

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wani-zame · 8 months

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Hii!! Happy early birthday <3 I hope im not too late. Its still march 12th on my side lol

Could i please request an f reader with steven grant and the prompt “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

A Big Mistake

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Hi Nonnie! Idk why but I pictured brat tamer! Steven when I came up with this drabble. I hope you liked it!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, brat tamer Steven, orgasm delay, cock warming, creampie, p in v, meanie Steven.

Word Count: 659

It was clear now that you’d made a huge mistake in underestimating sweet little Steven’s knack for brat taming. When you mocked him after a hard day at work, and he told you to watch your tone (in a not so playful way), you didn’t think the eye roll that followed would land you in the position you found yourself in shortly after.

Steven was sitting at the foot of the bed, with you sheathing his erection deep in your slick channel, back leaning against his heaving chest, completely dependent on him for any small bit of friction. Your legs were hanging on either side of his thighs, unable to reach the ground. If he didn’t thrust into you, then you weren’t going to get any of the stimulation that you so desperately craved.

He had one large hand around your delicate throat, and the other was between your legs, two thick fingers just barely brushing against your sensitive clit.

“Steven, please.” You begged with a needy whine to follow, “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, love, it's only been a minute. I need to make sure you learned your lesson, yeah?” He was breathing heavily in your ear.

You nodded, “yeah, yes.”

You sounded so pathetic, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Steven to believe that you were sincerely apologetic for the way you mocked and sassed him earlier. You were so wet. Your entire body was sensitive under his touch, all you needed was for him to move…even just a little.

“Good, that’s real good darling.” He hummed while his cock pulsated softly inside of you. “You really think you’re something don’t you? Rolling your eyes at me like that.”

“It was dumb. Mm, shouldn’t have done that to you, I’m so sorry.” You shifted your hips, he gripped you tighter.

Even just that little bit felt so fucking good. You whimpered, feeling so helpless and aching with your dripping arousal. Everything underneath you was so slick. You were shocked he didn’t just slide out.

“That’s enough, I told you to stay still. I can get myself off just thinking about you…” his cock throbbed as though to prove his point, “if you want to be rewarded you’d better behave, right?” You’d never heard Steven’s tone so dark.

“Y-yes.”

“Right, I know you can be good f’me.”

Steven let out a moaning growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. He moved his fingers around your clit, not enough to achieve your release, but enough to make your desire grow. You let out a groan, one that compelled Steven to kiss the soft skin of your neck. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Not gonna have you actin’ like that anymore, like a little brat. I put up with enough shit at work, not gonna have you doing it too yeah?”

You gasped as he started moving faster, “yeah, yes anything you want Steven I’ll do it I promise. I’ll be good.”

“Thought so.” He started churning his hips, the head of his cock rubbed against a spot deep inside you that brought you to the brink within seconds. “You’re lucky it was me you did that to, Jake and Marc wouldn’t have been so forgiving love.”

“Thank you, baby, thank you so much.” You were almost in tears. It felt so good.

“Next time I won’t be so nice, go ahead and let go for me, wanna feel it.” His cock hardened and stilled while he started painting your walls white.

Steven’s moan was rough against your ear. That’s all you needed to reach your own orgasm. Between his dexterous fingers working over your clit, and his thick cock sliding upward into you, you were trembling over him, cunt crashing around his girth in waves. He kissed and licked your neck while you nearly screamed from the sensations coursing through you.

You’d do your best not to upset Steven ever again.

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wani-zame · 8 months

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Do you have any headcannons for how the moon boys would react to the reader being upset and jealous maybe because someone flirted with them?

Nonnie, of course I do, oof, I'm just imagining someone trying to flirt with MY BOYS. Lord help them lol.

NSFW below the cut

Word Count: 477

Steven

If you see someone flirting with Steven, you cut him a huge break. He's not the most perceptive to flirtatious advances.

That doesn't stop you from feeling a little upset.

"Love, what's wrong? You look upset?" He says after the person leaves.

"Steven, they were flirting with you." You point out to him.

"No they weren't"

You let it go but you spend the rest of the day a little aggravated. Wondering if you hadn’t been there what would’ve happened.

Steven that night is kissing you and noticing the change in your usually enthusiastic movements.

“Alright, I’ve had enough.” He says, using his strength to flip you over onto your stomach. Leaning over with his cock at your entrance and chest against your spine he whispers, “gonna show you that you’re the only one f'me, love.”

Marc

Marc’s not as oblivious to the flirting as Steven, but he does try to play it off like it's nothing when he sees how upset you are.

"Baby, you don't need to worry, I'm not interested in anyone else." He's trying to be reassuring, but you're still upset that Marc chuckled and something they said.

You spend the day a little put off, but trying to keep your attitude up for Marc's benefit.

Marc isn't used to being the more positive one, so this is new territory for him, and he isn't sure what to do.

"Baby, what can I do to make it better?" He asks, hoping there's a magic cure-all to help.

You aren't sure, but when he's knelt down in front of the mirror with you sitting on his lap, cock sheathed deep in your wet cunt, you're having a hard time staying mad.

"Look at yourself baby, look how pretty you are, you think I care about anything else when I've got you? Just look at you."

Jake

You don't have to worry with Jake, and yet you do. He's a natural flirt, and when you see him wink at another person you nearly choke.

Jake doesn't beat around the bush, so when he sees you upset, he's already demanding to know why.

"Tell me, hermosa, why are you pouting?"

When you continue to pout, Jake smirks, thinking it's amusing. You promptly tell him how unamused you are.

"We will see how long that attitude lasts when I get you home, bebita."

Your attitude doesn't last long.

Jake has you tied up to the bedframe while he edges you.

"Jake please, I need to come, please." You're begging, tears streaming down your face.

"Tell me what has you all worked up then, it's not hard."

He's running his gloved finger up and down your slit, teasing you.

"You winked at that other person." You finally admit.

He lets out a chuckle, "my jealous little bebita. Don't worry, no one can handle me like you can."

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wani-zame · 8 months

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MELODY!!!

hello.

Just poppin in to ask you what are your thots on the moon boys if they were jealous?👀

Ohhhh yess NONNIE YES OK OK OK.

I won't go the Yandere route (though I do have a request sitting in my inbox for Yandere MK and I'm more than excited)

Thots/NSFW below the cut - Got carried away w/ this one.

Ok I'm going to assume that they're jealous of someone else and not each other. - For fun, let's say they saw you drooling over a character on TV.

Steven

Definitely will require lots of reassurance before he feels less jealous.

"You sure seemed to like that character on TV the other day."

Is watching your reaction every single time the character pops up on TV. Feels a lottle upset at how sparkly your eyes get when they're on screen.

When you finally realize how jealous he is you remind him that your reality is so much better than the silly fantasy you imagined with the character.

When it comes time for sex later, Steven's got his whole body flush against yours while he thrusts into you.

"Gonna make you forget all about what's their name, love."

"Think they'd have you whimpering and crying like this?" He's asking with his mouth pressed to your ear.

"Steven, it's just a character on TV I-"

He's covering your mouth, not wanting to hear you say another word about it while he slams his thick cock into you over and over.

"I don't want to hear you talk about them yeah? It's just me now, I'm the one makin' you feel good."

Steven's proud to see his cum trickling out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets as though he's reminded you that no one will ever make you feel the way he does.

Marc

Marc sees the way you look at the character on TV and watches your eyes light up.

Never seen her look at me like that, he thinks. He watches you to see if you keep looking at them like that. You bite your lip, his brow is pulled together tightly.

Marc is changing the channel almost immediately.

"I was watching that." You protest.

"Yeah, I saw." He's saying in a gruff tone, flipping through the channels.

You grab his arm, "are you jealous...of a character on TV?"

He's saying no, but you notice that he's grumpy any time you mention wanting to watch the show again.

Later that night, you're on top of Marc, looking down at his darkened frustrated eyes and slowly lowering yourself over his cock.

"Marc, you feel so good, shit." You're gasping and holding back screams while he bucks his hips upward into you.

"Tell me more, tell me how good I feel baby." Marc is practically begging.

You continue to tell him how good he feels, and how no one else could ever make you feel that way.

He fucks up into you until his cum is squeezing out of you over his cock.

You still never get to watch that show with Marc again.

Jake

Jake's not beating around the bush. The first time you start swooning over another man, fictional or otherwise, he's got the remote and the TV is off.

"Jake, I was watching that."

"I saw what you were watching, bebita." A sly smirk crosses his lips.

"Jake I-" You start protesting but he's grabbing your jaw, middle and forefinger pushing past your lips and resting on your tongue.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

He has you naked, on your knees in front of him with his legs spread wide within seconds.

He's taking a long draw from his cigarette and blowing it in your face.

Jake's asking you, "what is it about that pendejo that has mi bebita so worked up...huh?"

You're shaking your head, "Jake it's just a character from-"

He doesn't care, and after several leather gloved spankings later, you're on the couch, back pressed against his chest, cock sheathed deep within your cunt, and his face pressed against your jaw.

"You want me to start moving, cariño?" You're begging for friction, for him to fuck you. You're begging so much you're in tears.

His fingers have been resting on your clit unmoving for nearly ten minutes, and you've been cock-warming him for the same length of time, just feeling it gently pulsating inside of you.

"Jake, please, I'm sorry I won't look at them again, I need you to-"

And oh he does, until you can hardly remember your own name, let alone some character on TV.

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hello could you do one with any of the moon boys “Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?” + somnophilia

you could totally ignore this if you think it’s too much, thanks!

Fascination

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Nonnie I....

Brain go brrrrr. Definitely not too much. Some might say...not enough. Drooling while writing this.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Somnophilia, established relationship, fingering, pussy eating

Word Count: 638

Steven wasn’t a pervert, well, he wasn’t trying to be a pervert, but he’d been so curious about how your body would react to his touch while you were fast asleep. He’d always been impressed with your ability to rest so soundly through every single sound the city streets had to offer, he wondered if you would sleep through this too.

He’d managed to pull your thin cotton panties off without your waking. He’d also managed to part your legs enough for him to see your precious little cunt just waiting for him. Steven whined audibly when he touched your slit. He looked at your face and watched your lips part in response. You seemed to still be sleeping though.

His finger brushed against your sensitive nub gently, still being careful not to wake you. He loved the way it felt, your folds were so soft against his fingertips. You shifted, he froze, waiting to see if you were going to wake up to him between your legs, but you didn't. You started snoring a little, letting him know that he still could go further before waking you.

Steven didn’t want to waste more time, so he dragged his tongue over your slit, flicking sharply as he reached your clit. You sucked in a breath, but then your chest rose and fell again like normal. He got more bold, opening his mouth wide and engulfing your cunt under his lips. He flattened his tongue, sliding it in a circular motion around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

It was the finger that he pushed two knuckles deep into your soaking channel that woke you. The gentle brush against your walls forced you to stir and open your eyes. When you looked down, a pair of dark brown eyes looked back at you. Like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Steven picked his head up over your mound and stared at you. His lips were glossy, wet with your arousal.

“Steven what are you…” You croaked, still sleep drunk.

“Love, I’m sorry I was just…well you see it was…”

You could see him panicking, trying desperately to explain himself. This should creep you out, and most people might find it strange, but the thought of Steven eating you out while you slept was oddly…exciting.

“Actually, Steven…it’s more than ok.” You gave him a reassuring smirk. “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, love, who would’ve thought this was something you’d be into.” He smirked before going back in, flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit.

You grabbed the sheets with one hand, and a fistful of his curly locks with the other. He started working faster, bringing a second finger in to fuck you with. Steven was a messy eater in every sense of the term and he slurped over your folds as if he’d never eaten a meal before. He moaned and groaned while he continued.

He stopped long enough to say, “Tastes so good love, so sweet”, before diving back for more.

You gasped, arching your back and driving your hips into his mouth. He hummed, wrapping his free hand around your thigh and squeezing tightly. You lost it at that, pressing your legs against Steven’s ears while your body trembled under his oral assault.

“Steven, yes! Fuck!” You yelled into the small apartment, feeling nothing but paradise from his flicking tongue.

When your body was done shaking, he stopped, pulling back from you and wiping his mouth. His eyes were hooded and pussy drunk when he looked at you.

“What did you think? Did you like it?” He asked.

You smirked, “why don’t you come get some rest, and maybe I’ll try it on you, then you can tell me what you think.”

You’d never seen an insomniac fall asleep so quickly in all your life.

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