#moon knight drabble

[360iris]

current mental image is Steven at the edge of climaxing, halting his thrusts inside of you to pull back until just the thick, knobby tip of his length remains

one hand is clasped around the back of your thigh, holding your knee to your chest while the other is wrapped firmly into a fist at the base of himself

his brows knitted, lips pink and swollen as he pouts and gasps, and groans noisily

his hips forcefully pressing into the tight circle of his fingers and palm, tugging at his cock until he cums

coming down from his high is secondary to the way he slowly pulls out of you, his eyes locked on the way his cum still leaks lazily from the reddened head

the older man watching the way it begins the process of dribbling out of you, and he rubs himself in it

noncommittally coating himself, your entrance and lips in it before he pushes it back inside with his length. ignoring the slight sting of overstimulation and greedily drinking in your whimpers

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Ok, so!

You know all the "Doctor Strange Astoprojects the mk system and we cinematically see the three alters slipping out of the body.

But but but hear me out!

What about Dr. Strange trying to push one person out of his body and failing because it is actually a system and he needs more strength to push them away.

So Strange would hit their chest multiple times expecting something to happen but uh-uh nothing and poor Steven tries to get away from him.

Eventually he puts more effort and manages to do something, that is making Jake front by pushing Steven away from the front and suddenly gets slapped by him.

Jake gets into a fist fight with Strange while Strange tries to use his powers to teleport Jale away from him.

Eventually he manages to astroproject them for a second and he sees Jake and Marc splitting from the body holding hands until Steven pulls them back in.

They are together in this they won't let anyone separate them, Strange needs to try harder.

[heroinnne]

“are you okay?”

marc asks, gripping your arm and checking you over for any lethal injuries, his brows knitted in worry.

“i’m fine.” you say, wiping away at some blood that was on your cheek from a cut.

the two of you are in the aftermath of another fight — and you got caught up in the crossfire, and bravely — or stupidly, depends on where you see this from —  you had jumped in to defend marc.

“you shouldn’t have done that.” marc says, pushing off your hand and wiping the rest of the blood off of your cheek.

“marc, i told you —” he cuts you off, “it was stupid and reckless.”

“marc —”

“do you know what would've happened if i didn’t get there in time?”

“i’m —”

“you could’ve died, y/n!” he cries out, and he doesn’t know what he would've done if you did, you weren’t meant for all of this, the fighting, the violence, the hurt.

you were too fragile, too chaste.

and he was all you had for protection at a place and time you shouldn’t have been at.

“and it would've been my fault.” he continues, his voice gruff and weak, and his hand shakes in yours, and you notice the tears welling up in his eyes even as he casts his gaze down so you wouldn’t see.

“marc,” you say softy, cupping his face in your hand as you tilt his head up to face you, and when a tear slips, you wipe it away with your thumb, “i’m okay.” you reassure him.

“look at me,” you say softly, “i’m as good as new.” you try to joke to lighten the mood but it doesn’t work.

you lean in closer, pressing your lips against his in an attempt to comfort him, to ground him to your presence.

it works as you feel him melt into the kiss, his hand holding yours and he knows that you’re here.

you pull away slight from the kiss, and you whisper against his lips,

“come on, let’s go home.”

[jayke0]

Rabbit Season

Summary: Just some drabble on how i think the system would react to their beautiful girlfriend's bunny outfit.

Rating: nsfw, smut

Warnings/Content: bunnygirl outfit, lingerie, had chubby!reader in mind but can fit for any size!, f!reader, butt plug, boob touching, ass fondling, p in v mentioned, probs typos, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).

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• Steven would be the first one you'd show. He's arguably the easiest to impress, which in turn makes him the easiest to work up.

• You'd give him a looong make-out session first and get him down to his boxers, only to slink out of the room to change.

• You'd look at him with a lidded gaze when you re-enter the bedroom, hands held politely in front of you.

• “Bloody hell…” He'd murmur and gesture for you to come closer as he'd sit himself on the edge of the bed. “I'm guessing you like it.” You'd chuckle.

• “Like it?! That's a bit of an understatement, innit? I mean-.” Steven would rest his hands on your waist, stroking his large hands up and down the slick, black material. “You look bloody gorgeous, love. So so sexy..” His words would trail off as he'd look at you, in complete awe of the goddess in front of him.

• His face would be between your boobs before you'd even get another word in, tugging down the front of the suit hard enough to male you jolt forward.

• He'd apologize profusely while not even taking his mouth off of your flesh, and you'd simply laugh and pat his head in response.

• Jake would be next, since he gives you, by far, the best responses, even to the most mundane of underwear.

• You'd make sure he's busy with cooking first, before you'd leave and return in the outfit. He'd turn to ask you a question, only for it to die in his throat as his eyes would rake over your body sitting on the counter.

• “Dios mío... Eres malvado, amor, verdaderamente malvado.” He'd grumble as he’d put the spatula down and approach you with a hungry look in his eye.

• “Lemme see you.” He'd help you hop off the counter and twirl you around as if you're dancing, stopping your hips when he'd catch a glimpse of the gap cut into the ass of the outfit, revealing a pretty bunnytail buttplug you'd bought to match with the ears.

• “Ay mi vida,” his voice would be practically dripping with lust as he'd tug the tail lightly and give the exposed flesh of your ass a light slap.

• “Gonna turn this off, then imma fuck ya over this counter, okay?” And of course you'd say yes.

• Marc's unflinching demeanour is what would make you pick him last. You know that he's always going to appreciate you, but those first few moments make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

• You'd wait till he’d been out on a mission, knowing that he's always riled up after one. You'd lay as casually as possible across the bed, facing the doorway.

• You'd then be surprised at the impressive amount of expression that'd tear across his face as he'd see you, looking at you as if he's a predator and you're his prey… which would be rather fitting, really.

• He'd love playing with the ears as he'd fuck you from behind, not even having taken the suit off thanks to the convenient “access” hole cut into the fake leather.

• He'd mumble in your ear about “what a good bunny” you are, and how well you take his “big cock”, all things that'd ultimately end with you a panting and sweaty heap on the bed.

[romana-after-dark]

Control

Jake Lockley

Dark! Masterlist

Summary: Jake Lockley gets turned on killing bad men.

600 words

Warnings: Killing, graphic depictions of violence, lots of blood talk, blood play, masturbation uuhhhhhhh that's it? But I think thats enough lol.

Inspired by this thot with @melodygatesauthor

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Jake couldn’t help that it felt so god damn good.

The killing, that is.

The adrenalyn, the excitement, the blood smearing everywhere, the way he could hurt and heal but god, the hurt turned him on. Stuffed painfully tight into the Moon Knight suit with a throbbing erection, Jake always hurried home to furiously jack off in the shower, those moments a treasured bit of peace; the one goddamn thing he had for himself before putting the body to bed after hydrating and eating some real food if Marc had been in control eating junk to long and laying down in Steven’s t-shirt and sweats.

He wasn’t so sure he was gonna make it this time.

It was a particularly violent killing, the kind that a man like this deserved, and Jake was relishing in the revenge, hoping everyone he had harmed would hear of the gorey details and feel vindicated. Every stab, every slice every gush of blood from a vein hit that burst out from his still beating heart fueled him, like dirty words screamed while fucking a woman and christ almight he was ready to cum right there in the suit. The man had foolishly shot him, and although the suit healed him quickly, the pain was sharp and the masochist in him was in blinding eroticism.

When the artery quit spilling red onto the white suit, Jake fell back, desperately palming himself, ignoring Khonshu’s words of disgust.

“Can’t help it, feels… so… good…”

Jake gave into the temptation and the bottom half of his suit disappeared. Jake spit into his hand, but it wasn’t enough… he reached into the open wound of the nearly dead man and felt the luke-warm blood coat his hands before painting his cock red, furiously masterbating to the sight of the monster he had just killed.

There was no time for pretense, there was no time to build himself up or tease himself, Jake needed to cum, he needed this.

“Fucking piece of shit.” He growled, swiping over the slit at the tip. “Fucking deserved it, every last bit.” Faster, tighter, so close, so close… “I fucking own you, pendejo, you pathetic, worthless,-FUCK” Jake was cut off by his balls tightening, and as he looked down at the life he took, his chest powerful and heaving in the suite, he felt like god himself, controlling who is worthy of life and death. He is in control, and the lives of the people in this city are at his mercy, in his hands… and god his hand felt so good. He spit on his dick again, the blood and saliva making it so wet, so sloppy… sounding like the wettest pussy he ever fucked.

Beat red and throbbing, Jake came in long, pulsing streaks on the body in front of him, spilling his cum and desecrating the dead body and he milked out every last fucking drop from his cock before the suite reappeared. 

Thunderolled above him, and soon the rain would wash Marc and Steven’s DNA of the body, Khonshu would make sure of it. Panting heavily, Jake felt the breeze prick at the sweet on his skin, signaling it was time to go as the storm rolled in. Steven can’t miss any more work  if he catches a cold…

Jake brushed everything else aside. The power, the control, the ecstasy he felt… his moment was over, and now it was time to get the body to bed, to take care of Steven and Marc while they were blissfully unaware he existed.

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@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @eyelessfaces @littlenosoul @luciannadraven33 @missdictatorme @moonknightly @ahookedheroespureheart @melodygatesauthor

[lunathebee]

[10:56]

I got sick, and my brain said it's time to get sad about Steven Grant (so that's exactly what I'm doing)

Do you know why I cried? I cried because I asked myself, "Has Steven ever cried from anything?"

Did he ever cry because he got home and the house was empty and filled with darkness?

Did he ever cry because he wondered why his mom never spoke a word to him?

Did he ever cry because of how hard the job at the museum is?

Did he ever cry because he couldn't even enjoy a good night's sleep like a normal person?

Did he cry himself to sleep on days that were just a little too much for him?

I don't know which situation would be more heartbreaking: if he cried over everything or if he never shed a tear.

The more I think about it, the more I want to tell him, "It's okay to cry; it doesn't make me love you any less" and give him a hug. I know he would be surprised at first, feeling how tight my embrace is, then having the hesitation to hug me back, and finally... accepting it.

[thepaperpanda]

An Icy Adventure || Steven Grant x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: One winter day, you decide to surprise Steven with a little ice skating lesson

Warnings: none

Word count: 1592

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: go ice skating on a frozen lake

You loved winter. There was something crystalline about winter, those brilliant rays that revealed every snowflake's uniqueness. You were surrounded by puddles that became temporary skating rinks and your thoughts were secluded within your favorite woolen hat. There was anticipation of the joys to come in that wonderland of white, in that frozen water-world, of learning new ways to move gracefully over such a landscape. 

When Steven agreed to stroll in Hyde Park, to the Serpentine, you felt overwhelmed with happiness.

You chose a thick, woolen sweater with a reindeer theme, a fitted, black, strapped shirt beneath it, and thick, high-waisted jeans for your date. Black leather, high-heeled winter boots, a thick, brown jacket on top and your favorite black, woolen hat with a fluffy pompon completed your outfit.

Steven looked around at all the snow that had fallen last night. Although it wasn't much, it gave the place a certain winter charm. Despite the cold, it wasn't that bad for him, especially when he was you. "Y/N!" He smiled and waved at you. "Isn't it pleasant to be all bundled up and cozy?"

After climbing your tiptoes, you told Steven, "Yes, I am," and placed a brief kiss on his cheek; Steven was taller than you. Immediately after, you grabbed his gloved hand - you had gifted him with a pair of woolen gloves made of Egyptian cotton with a floral motif that he wore a lot when the temperature dropped below 5°.

Trying to cover your ears with your hat, he worriedly inquired, "You sure you aren't cold? I don't want you to catch a cold.

"Steven, you are being silly. It's not that cold today, and we're going to move a lot," you replied, pointing at a backpack on your back. "I brought some things that might help us though. I also made you a tea, I have it in a thermal mug inside."

He smiled and kissed your gloved hand, saying, "You are my little angel. Nevertheless, I am worried about you."

Due to your flat's proximity to Hyde Park, the stroll was quick and easy. "Wondering what activity I've chosen for us?" A smirk spread across your lips.

A soft shrug was given by Steven as he chuckled. "Although I am sure it is wonderful, I'm a little wary of your idea due to your eagerness."

While walking past the snow-covered bench, you stopped, put your backpack on it, and slowly unzipped it, letting Steven peek inside. In the backpack, there were two pairs of skates. One pair was white and larger, and the other was black, shorter.

The two pairs of pretty skates made him blink; of course you mentioned your little hobby in the beginning of your relationship, but he felt lost now. "Love, those are beautiful, but are you going to invite someone else? I mean, I see two pairs. You skate, but I don't." Seeing your smiling face, Steven paused. So that's what you were planning. "I love you a lot, Y/N, but I can't skate. I prefer my limbs to remain intact."

As you cupped his face in your gloved hands and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, you said, "I know you're a little concerned, but I want you to trust me, nothing will happen to you, and we'll have a great time!"

"I can't even tie those bloody skates right," he shook his head, looking at you. "In all honesty, I'd rather just watch you."

"Let's make a deal: I'll skate first, and you'll watch. I'll show you a few steps, and if you feel okay, you can try as well."

"I like the sound of that,” Steven agreed.

"Despite the fact that skating on ice seems intimidating, if you have the right equipment and a little patience, you can learn how to do it!" You told Steven as you led him to the frozen lake. 

On the frozen surface of the lake, several people were already ice skating.

Playing with his hands, Steven questioned, "Aren't you afraid the ice will break? Or that you'll break a leg or an arm?"

On the edge of the frozen lake, you sat in the snow, you pulled out the black skates; after that, you started putting them on, replacing your winter boots with them. "No, Steven, because if I thought negatively, I would draw bad luck. That's why I think positively," you replied. "There were almost three weeks of bitter cold, don't you remember? The ice is thick enough to support the weight of a very well-built man."

In response, Steven nodded and continued to play with his hands. "Yeah, yea, I bet you're right, luv."

His attention was drawn to the way you tied your skates. He mumbled a quiet 'bloody hell' and then sat next to you. In a nervous giggle, Steven pointed at the skates and asked, "Can you help me with those? Kind of like Cinderella..."

Disbelief filled your eyes - you never expected him to actually try ice skating with you! As you reached into your backpack to retrieve the other pair of skates, a quiet giggle escaped your lips. "You will be my Cinderella, and I will be your Prince Charming. So, my lady, please take off the shoes and put them on. Once you are done, please let me know and I will lace them up for you."

Steven removed his shoes and took skates from you to put them on with blush on his face.

When he nodded at you, indicating he was ready, you knelt down and started lacing the skates. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little stressed, but I'm fine overall."

"Do you remember what I told you about stress?"

While you helped him get up, Steven murmured, "I know it's bad and I shouldn't let it eat me alive, but you know me. Wow! How do you even walk in those?"

As a first step, you showed him how to fall safely. During your presentation, you told him, "Falling is part of the sport, so it's natural to fall. If you fall with the right technique, you won't get injured. When you anticipate needing to fall, bend your knees and squat into a dip position, then fall sideways, leaning forward, and place your hands on your lap. When you fall, roll over onto your hands and knees."

Steven watched and listened, trying to remember everything you said. Maybe Marc could use a bit of the know-how to make their body a bit less bruised after another chance behind the wheel. "Okay, noted. Let's hope I won't need them, but I'll keep them in mind. So... Uhm... Shall we?" Grant asked, taking your hand.

When he took his first step on the ice, you helped stabilize him while holding strongly to his palms. You grabbed his hips as soon as his leg started sliding forward. He soon added a second leg and grabbed your shoulders, holding them rigidly. "Straighten your back, breathe," you instructed.

Following your instructions, Steven nodded, somehow managing to stand straight. "Look at me! I'm still standing."

A lot of praise was given to him and then you instructed him on how to move on ice. "March two steps forward and let your body glide forward slightly. Repeat until you feel comfortable. This is called gliding."

As he complied with your instructions, Steven said quietly to himself, "Two steps... Let your body glide." Upon realizing he wasn't falling on his butt yet, he chuckled. "Look at me! I'm doing it!"

"Congratulations! My good boy!"

Sadly, Steven's happiness lasted only a short while because as soon as you finished your praise, he fell right on his butt.

You couldn't stop giggling, but as soon as you attempted camel spin by spinning one leg and your upper body parallel to the ice - you lost your balance and fell on your ass as well. "Oh, bollocks!"

As Steven struggled to get up slowly, he exclaimed, "Aha?! You see? That's what you get for laughing at me?! I bet it will hurt tomorrow."

After the unfortunate fall, you felt a burning sensation on your tailbone, but your heart was full of joy - Steven was getting the basics in no time and was doing very well for his first time on ice. "It's almost certain to me that the student will surpass the master soon, my dearest love!" You sent Steven the warmest smile while slowly getting up.

A shy smile danced on Steven's lips as the blush crept over his cheeks, turning them red within a blink of an eye. "Oh, love, no, this will never happen, I assure."

Slowly, you glided towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "My love for you will never change, Steven Grant, even if you won't become a figure skater."

Steven tilted his head and took one of his gloves off, tapping your nose gently before saying, "And I love you just as much, Y/N, even if you always select dangerous activities for our spare time."

As the two of you shared a passionate kiss, you gently pushed off Steven, loosened your knees just a bit, glided backwards and slowly started to spin, spreading your arms slowly.

He could only glide forward slowly, just as you taught him while observing you; all of your movements were so gently and weighted, and you were moving lightly like a petal of a rose dancing in the wind.

Steven realized at this exact moment that his love for you was immeasurable.

[melodygatesupdates]

The Princess and the Book Keeper

Steven Grant X f! Princess Reader - Medieval Royal AU

READ HERE

Summary

Steven is the royal book keeper, and he's fallen for the princess. He enjoys seeing her day after day enjoying her books, but doesn't realize that she likes him as well. When she comes to him in the night, he can hardly contain his excitement.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, 3rd person perspective (but still reader insert), reader is not coded, reader is a princess, Steven is a "librarian" (royal book keeper), royal AU, smut, p in v sex, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, forbidden relationship, power imbalance

[jokeringcutio]

Alright i just watched a wholesome reels of this

Now here's the plot : Imagine Harrow finally getting better that he doesn't need to stay at the asylum 24/7 anymore, basically allowed to leave and take meds to his home. Now that he got more time with his little family, he decided to bring his daughter and his wife (the reader) to a beach. Your daughter wanted to hunt some seashells on the beach, then suddenly so many pretty seashell magically appeared. Turns out Arthur bought a pack of perfect seashells and quietly dropped some to make his lil girl felt so happy that she found those sea treasures. He may a cult leader that once declared to be legally insane, but he's still a great dad you could ever had for your kid ;)

Here it is: Fandom: Moon Knight, Arthur Harrow X Reader Drabble: Daddy Harrow & Daughter, Reader Insert. ~*~SeaShells~*~ Rating: General Tags: Fluff, Family, Cute, Adorkable, beach.

“Oh, daddy! There’s another!” Your daughter couldn’t pronounce the word shell yet. Or well, not the way it is supposed to be said. She had invented her own little word for it and it melted both your heart as well as that of your husband.

Arthur Harrow’s hair had turned grey almost completely and the lines on his face had multiplied. But at least he could walk again. And with the medication, Ammit’s voice and anger were kept at bay enough for him to have left the asylum and live a somewhat peaceful life at home. With you. And with your little family.

“Really?” You heard Arthur say with feigned surprise. He could act, you had to give him that. The way his eyebrows lifted and his grey eyes lit up in surprise. He’d almost fool you. He certainly fooled your toddler, for she ran up to him on chubby legs to show the shell she had just found on the beach.

“ ��Ere,” she said, showing him the long and twisted seashell that was almost too big to be held in her tiny hands. Her eyes glittered with joy. “It is perfect!”

“It is,” her father concurred, his voice a soft hum. Then he knelt down on one knee to be at eye level with her. He had to use his cane for support, and rested one elbow on his raised knee to keep his balance. His hair fell in front of his eyes, a few hairs stuck to the side of his lips as he spoke to her. “It seems you have found the most perfect of all seashells,” he pretended to study the cone in her hand, then smiled up at her. “Well done.”

She was beaming with pride and closed her tiny hand around the seashell before she came dashing towards you. “Mommy, mommy, look!”

“My, such a pretty seashell!” you exclaimed, happy to play along and see your daughter beam even more. “It’s almost as if I’ve seen that one before,” you added sarcastically, knowing your daughter didn’t hear. She had already turned around to look for more seashells and was walking ahead of you, head bent and hair dangling in front of her face. A mirror image of her father.

Said father was pushing himself up with a groan, but managed to stand straight despite his injuries. His feet worried you the most. You knew they’d never healed properly. He used his cane, which was hard to use on the sandy beach. It kept slipping away between the grains of sand, but he insisted to take it along. You hadn’t seen him carry it around while he was still at the asylum, but once he got out, he brought it along wherever he went.

His brown shoes creaked as he walked. You were glad he wasn’t wearing his sandals and the risk of sand getting in was small. He came to stand next to your side and flashed you a crooked smile.

“Well, now,” he started as he leaned his head closer to yours. “And what is my dear wife implying?” he teased, voice sultry and smooth like honey.

You couldn’t help but blush as you looked up at him, noticing how close he stood to you. “Nothing!” you chirped. You definitely were implying something. This wasn't the first time your daughter had found the perfect shells after all. You knew how Arthur had collected them, bought them just so he could plant them during your walks.

Arthur grinned while he brought his hand into the pocket of his plain wine-red pants. Then he pulled out another seashell, similar to the one your daughter had just found. You were watching her with hawks’ eyes and hadn’t noticed Arthur’s gesture until he gently pressed his elbow against yours. Then you looked at him again and noticed the seashell in his hands.

You smiled up at him, knowingly and conspiringly, while he smiled back at you.

“You know me,” Arthur murmured while he gently put the shell back inside his pocket. “I only want the best of the best for my sweethearts.”

You gently grasped his wrists, halting him in his movements, then stood on your tiptoes to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. With a smile, you retreated. “I love you,” you knew you didn’t even need to say it. He knew. His eyes shimmered with something dark, something between love and lust.

It felt good to say it.

“I love you too,” his words, a daily ritual. But hearing these words always felt like they were new. Even after all these years spent together. You'd never get enough of saying them and of hearing them being said to you.

The two of you started walking along the beach, following your daughter’s footprints while you listened to her happy cries of joy and the soft sounds of the sea.

~*~Fin~*~

AN: Hope you enjoyed my bestie @nicktremblaywayfu I haven't written a lot of fluff yet on this account, as I love to go dark with my tales, but I can do it. I can be homely and cute and sweet :) Happy Easter 💛 And I hope you have a lovely day 💛 To All Readers & Followers on here: Feel free to hit me up with more drablle and imagine requests. Love you all and have a good day (Though I might be uploading a bit more soon ;D )

[melodygatesauthor]

Hot Water

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @blueflowerhat

Thank you for being patient and waiting since APRIL 27th for me to get this done haha. You're the real MVP.

Summary

You and your boyfriend Marc have some steamy shower sex.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, smut, shower sex, p in v creampie, pwp, rough sex, Marc gets pretty rough so like...just know that.

Word Count: 754

“It’s my turn to wash you now honey,” Marc said, eyes hooded and full of a lust as he looked down at you, water trickling over his broad shoulders from the showerhead.

You bit your lip, feeling his hands, gentle but calloused, trailing over your soft skin, slick with lavender scented soap. You watched with him nothing but adoration in your eyes as he took his time, as though he were savoring the feeling of your body as his hands explored every inch. He worked his way over your collarbone, down your shoulders, until eventually he landed on your breasts. He cupped them in each palm, brushing a thumb over your nipples softly, inciting a soft, breathy moan to slip past your lips.

“M-Marc,” you whined leaning into him, lips grazing the tanned, wet skin on his neck.

“Shh baby,” he pushed you back a little while he ran his hands over you, rinsing the soap from your body, “just relax for me.”

You exhaled heavily, letting yourself go pliant under his gentle caress. A deep sigh of arousal escaped his lips just before he slotted them over yours. Marc grazed his tongue against the seam of your mouth softly, begging you to let him in. The moment you did, he grabbed the back of your head, making you stiffen in response.

“Don’t tense up on me honey,” his free hand trailed down over your stomach, his middle finger stopped just at the tip of where your body split in two.

You shuddered at his touch, “o-okay,” you tried to relax, but the way his finger slid further between your folds made it impossible.

You moaned deeply, arching your back as the pad of his finger touched your clit. Your body shook, arousal built up so high you felt like you could come with the smallest bit of friction. Marc could feel it, the way your cunt contracted over nothing, hungry for anything he could provide. He was impossibly hard, thick cock prodding your abdomen.

“God…fuckin’ need you,” he said in a low growl, pushing you against the shower wall roughly and lifting you just high enough to plunge his fat cock into your soaking wet heat.

You shrieked out a gasp, going from empty to full in one fell swoop. Marc leaned into the nape of your neck and huffed loudly in your ear at the same pace as his thrusts. You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, though his grip was so tight you could’ve gone limp and he still would’ve been able to hold you up.

“You’re always so tight for me baby, a perfect fit every-fucking-time-fuck!”

The sounds escaping you were a combined moaning scream, and he wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Marc leaned forward more, taking one of his hands off your body and pressing it against the cool tile behind you. He shifted, hitting you deeper, something you were certain couldn’t possible until you felt it. You cried out even louder while he slammed against that spot deep inside you that made your body electrify.

“Marc too much!”

“Shh, you’re fine…” He said, continuing to snap his hips against you at an unforgiving pace, “you’re fine.”

“Too fast Marc!”

He held onto you tightly, lowering you both down into the tub and putting your body underneath his. He used one hand to cover your mouth, and the other to grab your hip, going back to jackhammering himself into your cunt over and over again. You felt your eyes rolling back in your head, and your vision starting to fade as the heat pooled in your core. Instinctively you were wriggling, trying to get away from the relentless pounding, but internally your mind was white, so close to exploding. You weren’t going to last much longer, not at this rate.

“Mmph honey you feel so good, you feel so fucking good around my cock. Your little hole is so soft, so warm I…oh god…f-fuck!”

As Marc’s cock twitched, spilling hot cum into your needy cunt, your walls contracted around him, squeezing out every last drop you could. He kept fucking you through your climax, keeping your mouth covered and muffling your screams that a neighbor might mistake for someone crying bloody murder.

Marc’s entire body shook as he pulled back, cock acting like a plug as it popped out of you and leaked his spend out onto the tub floor. He chuckled and kissed your cheek, moving to whisper in your ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…again.”

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[360iris]

Hello my darling Loeeeee

May I request a Drabble/fic/anything of any of the moon boys + one bed trope and cuteness ensues 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 SFW or NSFW, up to you and whatever you feel 💞💞💞

Xoxo

Précis | marc spector x reader

1.2k word count. Thank you for requesting Mona-aaa!! This was really fun to write, and I definitely made myself laugh a little harder than I maybe should’ve. This m/c is so awkward, and a bit of a weird, like me.

A/N: I know it seems like I’ve been gone on a two to three month writing hiatus, but I promise you guys I’ve been occupied with getting a beast of a Steven Grant one-shot done. The only hint I’m giving is that it was so, so, so close to making it to 20k— In the meantime, please forgive me with this little nugget.

I feel unbelievably rusty so this is also the perfect time to announce that my inbox requests are open and anon is an option again~~~

Marc pushes into the motel room, face stern and turning graver by the second as he takes in the one queen-sized bed room with no couch and one, singular sitting chair.

“That asshole.” He grumbles, attempting to pull back the recliner only to discover it went back a maximum of five inches. “I asked for two beds, you heard me ask for two.”

You sway in place by the entrance, body weak and bruised from the day you’d spent running around Cairo. Currently too distracted by your heavy eyelids and the pain in your aching muscles to care about such a small inconvenience.

“With what little Arabic I understand, I definitely heard you say ‘two’. That’s about it though.” You reply mid stretch, twisting your upper body in hopes of relieving some knot or unseen string of pain.

He releases the back of the chair, done with attempting to make it go further than it was capable of. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“Whatever you do, don’t get us kicked out. I will unleash an unfathomable world of fury, the likes of which you have never seen if I have to walk anymore today.”

“You’re threatening me?” He asks, turning from the door, arching a thick brow.

“Threats are outdated, that was a promise. A declaration of war if you cross me and my joints.” You clarify sleepily, not much of an intimidating threat to anyone, let alone him as you unlaced your shoes. Perched on the edge of the recliner.

“Uh-huh.” He snorts with the smallest sliver of humor. “I’ll talk to him, even though I should shove my foot up his—“

“Language.” You chide, arching a brow at him. “Remember, diplomatic mindset. Or else it’ll be me you’ll have to worry about.”

“Shut up.” He says with a roll of his eyes, the door clicking behind him just as you go to reply—

“Uh, rude!”

—

In his absence and finally free of your shoes, you close the distance between you and the bed. Face planting into the dark tones of the intricately designed duvet. Your eyes shutting contently before you even make contact with the plush mattress.

For as much of an inconvenience as it was, at least it turned out to be comfortable.

Marc returns three and half hours later, stirring you awake as he enters the room with a see-through plastic bag filled with stacked styrofoam containers.

Rubbing your eyes, you move just enough to look at the clock on the wall before turning your attention back to him, cheek pressing back into the duvet.

“Did you check that for bed bugs?” He asks evenly, pointing at the mattress.

“No.” You answer with a wide yawn. “But nothing’s bit me so far, I’ll count that as a win.”

“Manager was a no-go, got takeout instead. Move over.” Marc nudges your leg, making you take up less of the bed you’d been sprawled out against for the last few hours— you scoot over without fuss.

“I don’t know why you cared so much, we’ve had to share much smaller.” Your words come out mumbled, burying your face into your folded arms as he lays down beside you.

“I thought you never wanted to talk about that.” He asks quietly, resting on his back, head tilting to look at you.

“I never said that.”

“You never said anything about it actually.” He retorts. “We just… never talked about it.”

“Talked about our feelings? When have we ever?” You snort. Getting anything out of Marc regarding any personal matter was akin to pulling teeth. You would’ve guessed it physically pained him to acknowledge he was even capable of emotion.

“About us having sex.” His eyes are trained on your face, not diverting an inch as he speaks the words. Your jaw slackens, eyes flitting to literally anything else in the room but him. “See. You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Exactly what I thought you would. You actually cringed just now.”

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“Look, I say that I didn’t. But it’s got less to do with you, and more to do with… I don’t know. It’s just weird, okay?”

“We’ve had sex. I’ve literally been inside of you,” —your face scrunches for a split second. “and you’re saying you’re weirded out by the word? You just did it again.”

“Don’t judge me! And I didn’t do anything, you just didn’t have to say it like that!” Your brows knit defensively, lips fixing into a pout as you begin to move away from him. “You can’t do feelings, I get grossed out by a word. I think one is inherently harder to deal with than the other.

He stops you from getting far, extending an arm around your waist. “Well now it sounds like you’re the one judging me.” He muses, a smirk working its way onto his face despite himself.

Eyes narrowing, you force your face to cooperate. “Don’t make me smile, Marc Spector. I’m mad at you.”

“For what?” He asks, leaning in closer.

“For bothering me while I’m tired! Some of us common folk still experience fatigue.” You tilt your head away as he leans in to kiss you, stopping him by placing your fingers over his mouth, your arms squished against his chest from how close he’s holding you to him.

“You wouldn’t have to do anything.” He speaks his offer against your fingers before grabbing your hand, tenderly kissing the tips in a way that makes you faintly whine. “Could take care of you like this.”

When you don’t reply, he takes it as leave to continue, extending a hand to rub the backs of your thighs. “You were so wet for me last time, baby. Bet you’re soaked for me today too.” Your thighs attempt to clench but he stops you, pulling your legs open just enough so that you have no way to relieve the tension gradually building from his words alone.

“You gonna let me feel you?” He asks, as though he didn’t already have you fitted against him. His left arm wrapped around your shoulders, effectively tucking you into his side while his right hand was wedged between your legs, propping you open.

“Hurry up.” You urge impatiently, resting your head against his chest.

With your hands fitted under your chin, you look down to where he wordlessly pops open your shorts. The older man deftly pulls down the zipper before slipping his large hand down the front of your undies.

Your lips part, releasing a quiet gasp as the rough pads of his fingers massage your clit, the firm drag of his touch causing you to ease against him.

“That’s it, huh, sweet girl?” He mumbles into the top of your head as he finds a steady pace. The rare sentiment making you keen. “Right there? That’s where you like it, baby?”

“Mhm- Marc.”

Lifting his left hand from your shoulder he coaxes you to look at him, thumb brushing against your cheek. “Want to look at you.” Is all he mumbles as his fingers trail down to your entrance, soaking up the way your lips part, brows knit and eyes begin to glaze over as he slips two digits inside of you.

“You become so nice when I have you like this. Love being full of me, don’t you? How’s it make you feel?”

“Good, hah- fuck.”

“Yeah?” He asks, curling his fingers in just the right way that you’re moaning audibly, body momentarily thrumming from how he works your walls until they’re soft and malleable. Finding your g spot and focusing on it exclusively. “Tell me more.”

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Based on a reblog of this post

@marisferasiop, you're amazing!

But doesn't because he secretly loves that bear too and it gives him comfort!

They both use it to ground themselves, and talk to it when they're feeling like they're about to burst into tears.

Marc of course has difficulties, falling asleep in his apartment storage place were he doesn't have anything else to hug -not even Layla. So he just takes the bear of the keys and hugs it tight to fall asleep, talking to it about his day like he used to do with her.

And for a moment he feels safe, safe enough to fall asleep anyway... Remembering what love feels like.

After that Steven subconsciously names it "Laylo" and reads French poetry to him, like Layla used to do with Marc.

He once put Laylo on Gus's tunk but Gus got scared. So he decided their friendship wasn't meant to be.

...But when he woke up "next morning" he saw a tiny chair next to the tank and Laylo was sitting on it! It felt like Steven's friends where getting along quite well. But how? He started to question wether or not Toy Story is a work of fiction, after that day.

Well the truth was... Jake was getting attached to Laylo too!!

Comment if you want to be tagged in part 2 ✨

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[lunathebee]

"You're so hot when you do that." ― "What? Murder people?" ― "No! "I mean protecting me." With Jake Lockley please?

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!reader

Warning: suggestive theme at the end

A/n: Another day, another slay - me after making the shortest drabble known to mankind.

Summary: A thank you is not enough.

"Can you stop getting into trouble mi amor?" Jake grumbles when slamming his car's door shut; he licks his dry lips, hands itching to touch the cigar.

Jake knows Y/n hates it when he keeps his bad habit of smoking inside the car, but after what he had to deal with tonight, for her and with her, Jake hopes she can be a bit more understanding. It's like a drug to him, a thing that can calm his mind down, his second favorite thing after Y/n herself.

"Don't.." Jake is afraid that if he doesn't know his lover well enough, he'll mistake it for a gust of wind. 

"...Okay" Jake replies shortly. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, he waits a few more seconds to see if Y/n wants to say anything, hands fiddling with the sliver key.

Jake knows how moody his girlfriend can be, especially after getting scoled just like a kid, but can you really blame him? Going out late at night and don't even bother asking for his permission? Truly unexecptable.

"I'm hUnGry" Jake thinks back to Y/n's excuse in his head with a mocking voice; she could have asked him and he would have traveled the world to get it; hell, he could even kill someone for a burger.

*Brmmmm*

The car's engine roared out loud, breaking the silence of the night, but still, not the silence between the couple.

As Jake slowly drove his car away from the crime scene, Y/n now decided to speak up.

"You're so hot when you do that," she said, trying not to show a subtle smirk, but the tinted car window reflected everything to Jake.

"What? Murder people?"

"No! I mean protecting me" Y/n slaps Jake's arm upon hearing his answer. How could he ruin something so romantic like that? "Sometimes I wonder if you're a robot geez."

Jake chuckled at Y/n's complaint, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. "Robot or not, you better pay me well tonight, and I'm not talking about just saying thank you."

[melodygatesauthor]

Sweetness

Vampire Marc Spector x f!Reader

Blurb 1 for Kinktober 2024 - Request by @silvernight-m

NSFW below the cut - No Major Warnings - Reader is not coded

Marc stole away to your room one night when the mansion was fast asleep.

You awakened to him, hovering over you, eyes filled with such a heavy desire it was almost tangible. You cupped his cheeks, leaning up to slot your lips over his. Marc’s breath was coming out in short, desperate huffs, mouth quickly working its way to your jawline, then to your pulse where he rested, basking in your overwhelmingly delicious scent.

“I wish I could taste you,” he muttered against your skin, the sound of his fangs shifting into place rang loudly in your ear; the sound of danger; the sound of hunger.

“I know,” you whispered, wanting more than anything to give him that small thing, but you knew Khonshu would never allow it.

His kisses peppered your skin until he reached your sternum.

“I’ll just have to kiss every inch of you until I’m satisfied enough then,” he sniffed out a laugh, looking up at you through his dark lashes.

You nodded, breathless and wanting, body sparking to life at the mere sight of him exploring you with his lips alone. He kissed your breasts, peeling away your nightgown so he could flick his tongue over your budded nipples, grazing the hardened flesh with his teeth.

“Marc,” you whispered, somewhere between a beg and a demand.

It was painfully slow, the way he pressed his lips against different parts of your body, each time feeling better than the last. You thought you might scream when he lapped his tongue over your lower abdomen.

“You’re so wet,” he commented, sounding a little surprised.

“You do this to me…constantly,” you said, eyes still transfixed on his movements.

He looked right at you as he dragged a finger through your slick folds, like he was gauging your reaction, daring you to moan for him. Your jaw dropped when he dipped his finger inside your waiting hole, curling it upward and feeling your cunt flutter.

“Marc,” you said again, this time accompanied by a heavy moan.

He held onto your hip with his free hand, melting his mouth against your burning clit. With a gasp, you threw your head back, your hand quickly moving, grabbing onto a fistful of curls. You arched your back, angling your cunt against his face, filling the room with your soft, whispered moans. 

Marc’s eyes flitted upward, catching your gaze in the heat of the moment. You heard him groan deeply, swallowing against your mound like a man starved. With another finger to meet the first, you felt a delicious stretch, followed quickly by your choked whine. Marc hummed into your folds, starting to piston his fingers in and out of you, moving in time with his tongue.

Your thighs clenched around his head, a sign that your orgasm was coming near. He looked up at you again, brow raised as if to acknowledge your impending climax. You shoved his head back down, crossing your legs over his back and biting your lip.

“J-Just like that, right there, o-oh god,” you muttered, using your free hand to cover your own mouth.

When Marc added finger number three, you were a goner. He curled them up, hitting that spot that made your whole body shudder and your cunt clench around him. You had to use both hands now to silence yourself, lest your screams wake the entire household.

After what felt like forever, your mind became clear again, the fog of your orgasm fading away. Marc made his way up to you, kissing your lips softly and brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“Goodnight, honey,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Goodnight, Marc.”

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[violetflowerswrites]

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for the smut prompts: steven grant and 44

44. mutual masturbation moon knight masterlist || main masterlist

“Show me again.”

He sits awkwardly on the bed, watching the way you sweep your fingers over your swollen clit. You sigh softly, biting down on your lower lip as you circle the pearl of nerves. Your toes curl, hips shifting upwards to meet your touch as you please yourself in front of him.

Steven watches dutifully, his eyes following each subtle movement and committing each direction to memory. His lips are parted, a film of sweat beading on his brow. His cock throbs in his pants, pushing painfully against the zipper as if accepting any form of friction in an attempt to ease the pressing need.

“Jesus, Love,” Steven whispers, his voice slipping into a whine as he presses his palm against the curve of his dick, grinding up ever so slightly into his touch.

“You can touch yourself,” you breathe, bliss pooling between your thighs and glistening across your skin. “I’d like- I’d like to see how you like it.”

He’s scrambling, practically ripping off his belt and tearing his pants down to grab his cock. Steven’s mouth falls open, head lolling back and letting out a relieved groan of your name as he squeezes the ruddy, cum-slicked head of his cock.

“Let me see,” you whisper, and his begins to rock his hips upwards into his fist.