#I AM RIGHT

[fettuccin-e]

It's About Power, Baby

Kinktober Day 26: Face Sitting

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, afab!fem!reader, cunnilingus, face riding, subby!Marc because he needs to be dominated because I said so (w/c: 903)

A/N: A short lil drabble for some of my late Kinktober stuff. I am a firm believer in switch!Marc okay. He likes when a woman takes control because no one marries Layla El-Faouly without being a little bit of a sub okay, I'm right and you know it!! (For Kinktober I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

There’s just something about it that drives Marc fucking wild.

It’s something about the way you grind onto his face, gripping hard into his hair as you chase his tongue and dig your clit into his nose.

It’s in the way you taste, warm and musky and so fucking good on his tongue. He aches to have you like this, begs you for it, even though he never really has to beg for anything.

You can't say you understand it, but you certainly can’t complain when he pulls you down to his mouth, licking into you like he wants to drown in your wetness.

The first time you did this, you’d been so nervous, hovering lightly over his face and refusing to let your weight rest on him.

“Marc, I’ll crush you,” you’d said, swaying slightly on your knees as Marc grazed his hands up your thighs.

“You won’t, baby, promise,” he’d murmured. “C’mon, just relax. I’ll make you feel so good.” He’d nipped lightly at your inner thigh, and you’d moaned softly.

“I have no doubts about that, I just don’t want to kill you with my pussy, Marc.”

“But what a way to go,” he’d breathed, almost dreamily,  and you’d wanted to smack him. But you couldn’t, you’d barely had a chance to breathe before he was using his strength to pull you down to his mouth.

And fuck, if you had known how good it would feel, you would have smothered him with your pussy without a second thought. It’s so different like this, the way you just let gravity do the work for you, spearing yourself deep on Marc’s ravenous tongue.

He moans loud when you rest your weight on him, the folds of your cunt spreading apart on his face and making a fucking mess, dripping down his cheeks, down his chin.

His nose digs into your clit so perfect, so right from this angle, and you can’t help it when your hips twitch forward, grinding into it. His thick fingers dig into your thighs hard enough that the tips of them turn white, and you’ll probably find dark bruises later from the strength of his grip.

But it doesn’t matter, not at all. Not when Marc groans into you and sends vibrations reverberating up your spine, and your hips twitch forward again, dragging your slick pussy across his face.

“Fuck, oh my God, Marc,” you whimper, and Marc only answers with a moan, his tongue working against your dripping entrance, drinking you in. A sharp grind of your hips into his face makes you cry out, your hands snapping forward to grip onto the headboard.

There’s a heady sense of control that flows through your blood, making your mind hazy and the feeling of his mouth against your cunt so much more electric.

“It’s so fucking good like this,” you whimper, your hips twitching instinctually to rub Marc’s nose back and forth against your throbbing clit. You should let him breathe, lift off of him so he can suck a substantial breath into his lungs, but you can’t fucking stop. You can hear movement behind you through the rush of blood in your ears, and glance behind you. The sight nearly makes you black out.

Marc’s hips undulate into the air, an obscene tent in his boxers as he humps into nothing. He licks into your pussy as his cock searches for friction, desperate and needy and so fucking hot you could cry.

Marc is a man who doesn’t like to show weakness, but this? This is clear as crystal, the way his eyes flutter shut as he savors the taste of you on his tongue, the way he needs you so badly he fucks into empty air as you sit on his face like a queen. Marc Spector is not a weak man, but God, he is weak to you.

The knowledge that you are the only one who knows him like this, to have this kind of power over him, makes your head spin.

“You’re so fucking hard, Marc,” you whisper, and Marc grips onto your thighs like a fucking lifeline, whining beneath you. You reach a hand down to curl your fingers back into his hair, rocking your hips into his searching tongue. “Make me cum and I’ll ride you so hard you’ll see stars, baby.” You feel him nod between your thighs, moaning softly. 

Marc tilts his head up beneath you to suck your aching clit into his mouth, and you nearly scream as he throws you over that edge, soaking his face as you tremble and clench above him. 

You practically stumble away from his face as he continues to lick at your overstimulated entrance, pulling back to sit on his stomach. You watch with wide eyes at the way his chest heaves, how he licks at his lips and tastes the cum you left behind.

He lifts his head to look at you, a blush high on his face and his mouth shiny with your slick. He looks fucking ruined and oh so gorgeous.

He sits up on his elbows, wordlessly asking for a kiss, which you gladly give him, even though his lips taste like you. 

“My turn,” you murmur, grinning against his mouth, and Marc’s chuckle quickly morphs into a moan as you squeeze his neglected cock. You smile.

He looks pretty damn good at your mercy like this.

[criticalbeauregard]

vexleth sketch (click for better quality)

it's "i have passed through fire" keyleth not "i have passed through bees"

inspo: @elliesgaymachete for the idea :)

[curseddistinguishedly]

(Most of) False skins ranked on how gay I (a lesbian) think they look

[kombuchaenjoyer]

[loserboyfriendrjl]

“who is that? that man?”

“who is that? that is sirius black, that is.”

[tuituipupu]

kä only dropped a like and got upstaged in the comments by häärijä so my theory is the gay panic was too strong and he forgot how to type 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

"average targaryen man is a muscley chad" factoid actually just statistical error. average targaryen man is a twunk at best. Muscle Bear Maegor, who broods on dragonstone & deadlifts all day is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[hyenamena]

i think the substance (2024) is a justified and consequential answer to the fucking craziness of woman's beauty standars and societal pressures thank u

[whackacole3]

Brigitte x Male Reader Headcanons

• she leaves you for a woman

[pretty-little-mind33]

while i obviously write tangerine as being in a relationship because i'm in love with him and i love wishful thinking and will never stop doing so, he is soooooo fucking single in the movie. He pulls no bitches whatsoever.

such a loser. my loser 😘

(lemon on the other hand pulls left and right no one can change my mind)

[gonedreaminggg]

yes.

[letsgolando-4]

[phoneduk]

My personal Head Cannon is that with Dick being absolutely in love with any and all Gingers, his gay awakening was not Roy or Wally but was in fact the young billionaire that Bruce invited to all of his charity galas (Ted Kord - auburn haired genius inventor aka the loml) Dick followed the man around EVERYWHERE and would talk about him all the time when he was 12/13 to the point where he was just bringing home magazines about the man and Bruce had to sit him down and give him The Talk™️

[taravangians-storming-balls]

odium is 4chan honor is wikipedia cultivation is tumblr

[phoenixcatch7]

Billy batson is very much a scrapper, yes? And on the streets - and as a kid - you tend to use every dirty trick you can, right?

And as captain marvel he can't catch anything, and solomon is there to make sure he doesn't hinder his own fighting capability with silly things like 'peer pressure' and 'dignity', and he heals injuries after every encounter.

Conclusion: captain marvel bites.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

james the kind of guy to say “this one’s for you babe” and miss. sirius the kind of guy to say “i’m sorry you felt that way” instead of acknowledging his mistakes, remus the kind of guy to let other people get in front of him in the line because he’s afraid of telling them that he was first, and peter is the kind of guy to wiggle his fingers and say “don’t mind if i do!” when offered treats