#sub marc spector

[havensins]

hello! can you do a marc spector x reader w jealousy/possessiveness? i just have a huge thing for possessiveness and i can see reader putting him in his place and marking him up BADLY

yesyesyesyes (tw.. thigh fucking.)

marc is so quiet in his submission but he’ll also go to the extremes just to get you riled up enough to rough him up a bit.

he loves to make you jealous because your slight possessive streak was something he found incredibly arousing.

it was something about the way your aggression shown through your movements, collecting his wrists in your hands and pushing him above his head as you kissed down his collarbone.

he didn’t object at all once you pulled down his remaining articles of clothing. the way you push his legs up has him whining out and you bite back a grin.

“this is what you wanted isn’t it? you just wanted to make me mad so that i’d push you around huh?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “that’s unfortunate, isn’t it love? i don’t plan on giving you what you want until you beg me.” you murmur, stroking yourself a little before pressing your cock between his thighs.

“wha- nonono please,” he whines, cheeks heating up as you continue grinding into the tight space his thighs provided. “c’mon love, i’ve heard you beg me better than that. let’s see if you really deserve my cock in the way you want it.”

[rainytrashh]

Hi! I hope you're okay 🫂💚 Do you have any spicy Marc headcanons/thoughts? (No pressure 💚)

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Marc NSFW Headcannons

Fic type-> Headcannons

Warnings-> Brief mention of violence, breeding kink, pegging (what can I say 🤷‍♀️)

Word count-> 795, 2-3 pages of a book

Sorry it took me so long to reply I’m on holiday rn and I haven’t been checking my phone much recently, I’ve only just seen this today 😔

But omg yes ofc I do <3

This is fem-aligned btw, just ask if you want a masc-aligned version

~Masterlist~

Please check out my other works either on here or on my AO3, the link is at the end <3

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LOVES it when you call him baby/sweetheart/etc, during sex. He’ll call you baby too dw, just generally loves the exchange of pet names between you two

Can’t decide between thighs or ass so he’ll just grope both 🤷‍♀️

Switch- tells anyone who asks he’s a dom but prefers to sub

Likes it fairly rough but if he’s topping he’ll go gentler on you because he loves you too much to hurt you

It doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it when he’s got you bent over the back of the couch though, watching his cum drip out of you and trail down your thighs

God your thighs

Has a bit of a breeding kink in that sense, not all the baby talk, (just the idea of having a baby terrifies him) but he’ll fill you up so good <3

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“Fuck baby, look at it leak out of you…”

“Marc…”

You feel some of his cum drip down your thigh, he’s quick to swipe it up with a finger and push it back inside of you.

“You can go one more time can’t you?”

“Baby-“

“I can’t resist it, and you have to admit that you like it too. Just imagine how full you’ll feel with two of my loads inside of you…”

You can’t help but groan at the thought as he massages your ass and lines himself up once more.

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Prefers praise over degradation (mommy issues 😭) but will let you call him a whore/call you one or something overtly sexual like that

Surprisingly open to pegging, you asked him after giving hints for a while (he knew what you were hinting about, he was just too embarrassed to say anything) and he refused to look you in eyes as he agreed

Tells you is favourite position is missionary, with either of you on top, but you found out he also really likes it when he’s face-down, ass-up for you

He likes it so much because of the vulnerability of the position, he just needs to let go and let someone else take care of him 😢

Also because you can trail kisses all down his back and he loves to feel your thighs against the back of his

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“God Marc you’re taking me so well.”

Your hips are pressed right against his as you grip his waist with just the right amount of firmness that he likes, keeping him in place.

“Just move, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely for it baby.”

You start to grind your hips against him as you lean down to place sweet kisses against his shoulder blades.

“Ah shit…” Barely a whisper that you manage to make out from him through breathy moans.

He tries to reach back with a hand to grab your thigh but only manages to hook his fingertips into the flesh of it.

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Although because of the latter, you suspect he has a thing for acting all tough and dom but then letting others pry his ‘hidden’ side out of him. Not quite like him being a brat but smth to that effect

‘Tall, dark and handsome ex-mercenary likes to take it up the ass from a woman’ yk? You think he gets off on that basically

And oh my God were you right on the money

You only found out cause you managed to disguise the question as meaningless banter cause if you brought it up directly you’d think he’d be too embarrassed to answer

You didn’t wanna scare him off with smth as abrupt as that 😔

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“Does tall, dark and handsome wanna get railed today?” You tease as you shift closer to him on the couch, leaning against him.

He hesitates to answer and averts his eyes from your intently staring ones.

“Don’t, don’t say railed. That sounds weird.”

He looks back at you only to be met with a shit-eating grin. He lets out a huff of air.

“Baby, what?”

You lean in closer and deciding to just go for it, you let your lips graze his jaw and say-

“Isn’t it what you like though? You like letting me fuck your brains out?” You plant a soft kiss against his neck as you wait patiently for an answer.

“Yea…”

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DO NOT HIT THIS POOR MAN 😭😭

Omg let me repeat this, he wants to be taken care of when you’re topping!!!

He just wants to let go and feel good he doesn’t need a needless throwback to last night when he was fighting some crime lord for Konshu 😢 (or last year, wtv the au calls for)

Yes, he likes it when he has to hold the headboard to keep his head from hitting it but don’t slap him round the face or anything 👎

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So that’s abt it for now, this has to be the speediest I’ve written anything 💪

Thanks for the request <3

My AO3

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Note for requester- Stop I had just finished writing this and I was like ‘who is this person?’ etc etc and omg as soon as I found out. Love your fanfics 🫶

[lvvvyi]

04 : Marc Spector ✧

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[yourftmfriend]

How would you think about how the sub afab moon boys would get punished and for what?-🥭

oohh I had so many ideas for this and sorry for responding so late and this took soo long so I just realized I forgot the afab part in Jake (and probably Marc) but I’ll make it up to you anon😭

Steven;

I don’t really think Steven would get punished as much as the others but he would get punished a lot. When he gets punished it’s either that he was so desperate that he kept teasing you throughout the day or he disobeyed your orders.

“M-mff-“ was all he could say with the gag in his mouth. His face looked heavenly with tears trailing down his cheeks and spit running down his chin. You were out with your friends that night. It was almost 10 pm when you got home. You kicked off your shoes before going inside. You thought you heard something while twisting the key but you shrugged it off. Now you knew it was real. Those sounds were coming from you and Steven’s bedroom. You were confused but the more you walked towards the room the more clear it got.

It was Steven. Whimpering-moaning even-. You first thought he was injured and slowly creaked the door open to see what was going on. And there Steven was. Not hurt, no. Far from being hurt. He was laying down on your shared bed, pants down to his thighs and part of his shirt in his mouth his cock in his hands slowly stroking. His eyes closed shut and his face flushed. “A-ah.. [name]..” Your eyes widened in shock. You opened the door fully and slowly walked towards him, not making a sound while doing so. He didn’t notice you sneaking up on him. You were standing next to him, looking at him with with an annoyed grin. “So.” you said in between his whimpers. His eyes shot open. “Now you’re disobeying me darling?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. “[n-name].. I-I’m so-“ You leaned towards his ear and gripped his jaw. “Take off your clothes.”.

And that lead you to now. You were sitting on the chair beside your shared bed, looking at Steven with that same grin. He was tied tightly(not enough to hurt) with the rope you brought out from the box under your bed. You gagged him with the same shirt he was bearing nearly an hour ago, a neon pink bullet vibe and a hitachi strapped to his dick, a heart shaped vibrating butt plug in his ass. His muffled moans and whimpers making you bite the inside of your cheek. “What’s wrong love? Can’t speak?”

Marc;

Yea I don’t think he gets punished a lot either but there are times he gets punished. When he gets punished you know he did what he did to get your attention. Weather he flirted with someone while you were right next to him or he “accidentally” sent you a record of him moaning while you were outside.

“O-Oh fuckk- Sir! Sir pl-please-“ You shoved 2 fingers in his mouth before the noise reached the neighbors. “Shut it. You wanted me to give you a good pounding right? You wanted my attention on you? That’s why I had to get us out of that bar”. “M-fffmn!” “That girl was all over you for fucks sake!” Marc couldn’t hear you. How could he with you destroying his back.

You were furious. Fucking furious. Marc brought you to this new bar to ‘help get your mind off of work’. You were so busy with your work for the past few days that you couldn’t even drink a coffee with your boyfriend. You were so busy that you couldn’t notice how your baby had been trying to get your attention for the past few days and was annoyed when he couldn’t get what he wanted. Now all of a sudden he brings you into a bar and is giggling with a beautiful woman who he says “is a very close friend”. You were done. You finished you drink with one long sip, stood up and grabbed Marc-who was now very close to the said woman- by his arm. “Come on we’re going.” You said with a stern voice. He looked at you and his face immediately changed from a shit eating grin to a worried-almost scared- look. “Get. up.” He jumped from his chair, shooting an apologetic look to the woman before he got dragged away by you. “You little shit. You knew what you were doing.” “[Name] what are you talking about? I was just chatting with an old friend.” he said with that same shit eating grin. But it ended with him looking away ashamed after you looked at him harshly.

Back to now, you were fucking him dumb into the sheets. “F-Fucckkk!-“ he screamed. “What is it? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?” “Ssirr n-no please fuck!!” You reached a hand to his dick and started stroking fast. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuccckk n-nonono please!” he screamed. You grabbed him by his curls and lifted his head up. “Color?” you asked him. “G-green..” he whimpered. You smiled and turned his head for a kiss that turned passionate quickly. He whimpered into the kiss when you started fucking him again. “C-cummingg-!” he screamed before cum spurted out from his cock for the nth time that night before he collapsed on the sheets with his cum puddling next to him. You slowly pulled out without hurting him much and kissed his forehead. “Are you okay darling?” You asked while you stroked his hair. “Mhmm” “Good boy.” you said before kissing his head again and going to geta towel to clean him.

Jake;

Oh this man got punished a lot. For whatever you can imagine. Maybe it’s because his hand ‘slipped’ and he sent a photo of his nude body or that he did whatever he could to touch your crotch and neck all day to tease you. But whichever it was, it all ended the same way.

"C-Can I stop already?"Jake said blushing furiously. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. “Why darling? You wanted me to see your body bare didn’t you.” He was lying on the bed with his back against the headboard while you sat on the armchair next to your bed, observing his every little move. He was wearing a lingerie that barely covered anything with his legs spread open. You had ordered him to finger himself. Slowly. Painfully slow. He let another while escape his throat when your gaze lifted to his face. “Look at how adorable you look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was one of the others who sent me that photo while I was in a meeting..” you said while leaning over. You grazed your nails on his sensitive thighs, making him let out a moan. You slowly made your way to his cock as you gave him a shit eating grin. “Stop.” you ordered him. You started to jerk him off in a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust. He started letting out broken sobs as his thighs trembled. “S-Sir ple- *hic* please! I’m c-close.” he managed to say in between his moans. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten and tighten and just as it was about to break-! … You stopped.

He slowly opened his tear soaked eyes. “W-why’d you stop?” he said looking at you with tears in his eyes. You brought your clean hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby.. Did you really think I’d let you off the hook just like that? “ You said as you got a bullet vibrator from the box under your shared bed. You brought it up to his dick and turned it on. His eyes closed again while his hand went up to your free hand making a grabbing motion. You smiled and held his hand lovingly. You went up to medium speed. “F-fuck.. Please!” he begged. You shushed his cries with praises mixed with degredation you knew that he loved. His thighs started trembling furiously as you went up to the highest speed. “F-FucK! PleaseplEaseplease!” he started begging again, desperate for release. Drool ran down his mouth as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Shitt..! I-m close please s-sir please let me cu-Fuckk!!” his begging was cut off with the release he had been begging for for minutes.

When he calmed down from his high you turned off the vibrator and set it on the night stand. As you were about to get up to get a wet towel his grip on your hand got tighter. “Don’t go..” he said as his eyes were half open. “It won’t even take a minute darling” you explained to him as you gently separated your hand away from his. You came back with the towel in less than a minute and started gently wiping him clean. When you finished wiping him you cleaned yourself and threw the towel in the laundry basket before your got in the bed next to your beloved. You pulled the covers on the both of you and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead as you hugged him. “You did so good baby..” you whispered to him. “Have a good rest now” was the last words before he drifted off to sleep.

[lokischickadee]

The accuracy of this!!!!

[hahahaarson]

Where is my top male reader moon knight content??? It’s so few and far between

I love how much Miguel O’Hara gets fucked by male readers but where is my Marc content?? Where is the Steven content????

At this point I may as well start writing again or else I’m never going to get my content.

tldr: I’m devastated.

[xuzuitengenx]

~ MOONKNIGHT/ Oscar Isaac Characters x Top! Male Reader MasterList ~

Angst

Fluff

NSFW:

Steven Grant Drabble

FTM!Steven Grant

FTM!Miguel O'hara

Miguel O'hara

??:

Miguel O'hara x Spider-person Reader

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

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

[luke-o-lophus]

Reblogging because it's Moon Boys' birthday! Wrote this fic about Marc on his birthday

Reborn a Blessing

Summary: Marc has had a lifetime of miserable birthdays. This year, with you, he dares ask for a gift. For a retelling of terrible memories. Sweet smutty-smut ensues. Sequel to Born a Crime but can be read independently.

Marc Spector/female Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI. sub!Marc. Collars, use of belt but no pain play. A bit of praise kink and body worship. Sweet lovemaking. Fluffy with a subtext of canon past trauma.

His birthday evening with you. Marc hasn't made any plans, or mentioned it at all today. You know better than to throw him a surprise, still it hasn't boded well with you that he not celebrate at all. So you've tried to subtly pepper in things he likes all through the day. You had ordered takeout like you do every Sunday lunch, but you had made a dessert at home that "you had seen a recipe online and wanted to try out". You wear the soft blue dress that always has Marc looking doe-eyed at you. You give him soft pecks throughout the day because 'dunno I feel like it'. Marc knows of course, but he deeply appreciates it. He's relieved that you both are trying to keep the pretense up, dancing this little dance of feigning innocence. He knows you want to get him a gift, not maybe an object but do something at least. It's how you express love, and god, you seemed to have so much of that to give. So by evening when you have become unusually clingy, the three glasses of wine have made your skin beautifully warm, he dares ask for something.

He asks for a kiss. It's a silent question, hand cupping your cheek and thumb tracing the edge of your lip. He glances between that and your eyes and you comply immediately, eagerly. You swoop in, fingers slithering in his curls. He doesn't move, just tilting his chin up to press his lips closer. It's a silent request for you to take care of him, you know. But then he does the unthinkable; he pulls back and whispers to you, "Can I ask for something?"

"Of course", you respond. "Anything." At that word, there's a small quiver over his brows, an emotion you can't quite place. He leads you to your bedroom, you trailing behind him. He walks you to his wardrobe, hand still holding yours, and pulls out a belt. You stare at the brown piece of leather, silver buckle glittering golden from the yellow light pouring in from the living room. You squeeze his hand tight, looking up with wide eyes. "Are you sure?", you ask earnestly. He gently wrenches his hand away and hands you the belt, his face relaxed, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yeah", is his short answer. You grab the belt; you know what he wants. You've done it once before but never on this day. "Is it too much? I get it if..", he is quick to gauge your nerves. "No...god, no", you stop him there, eager to please. "But...I'll need a kiss first."

With an almost dopey smile he leans down and kisses you, holding your face tenderly, tongue slipping out and giving a quick swipe. Then he sinks to his knees before you and looks up expectantly. Your mouth fall open at the sight. He's holding his head up, neck prone and so vulnerable. "I'm going to take such good care of you", you almost purr out, reaching down and stretching out the belt in your hands. "You remember your safewords?"

He nods, "Green, yellow, red." A soft kiss is placed on his cheek and a soft "Good boy" uttered in your throaty voice. Then you loop the cool leather around his neck and buckle it up in a makeshift collar. You'd made sure it be loose enough for one finger to slip in. His eyes close at the sensation and you let him get used to it, kissing the exposed base of his neck, suckling the spot that made him become putty in your arms. He takes it willingly, unmoving. You're unbuttoning his shirt as you lick and soothe the reddening spot, your hands splaying all over his chest and back as soon as enough skin is exposed. Your nails rake up the warm brown skin of his sides as you capture his lips again, one hand grabbing the loose end of the belt to keep his head in position. When you part you're pulling him up by the belt. He quickly scrambles to his feet, eyes latched to yours, taking steps almost in a trance as you walk backwards to the nearest wall. Positioning his back to it, you cage him in with your smaller form. "I need you to touch yourself, can you do that?", you ask sweetly, twisting the belt in your hand and making it ever so slightly tighter. He answers by reaching down and pulling his pants down past his hips, letting out a soft groan as his hardening member feels the chill of the night air. "Yeah, don't hold that sweet voice in", you encourage him as he begins to stroke himself. Your own hands palm his firm chest, nails dragging and pinching his sensitive nipples. He is soon panting before you, and you haven't even touched him there yet. "Stop", you order gently and he does, his lips almost pouting in obvious reluctance. "Turn around."

A shiver passes through his form at that command, and you know you're pushing against some limit. But he complies, turning and resting his cheek to the wall, and he even lets you pull his hands away and place them alongside his head. His back is sensitive you know, both literally and figuratively. There are many silvery tendrils of scarred flesh on its broad expanse, testament to the wringer he'd been put through life. "You're so beautiful", you croon into his neck, feeling a whimper almost bubble out of his lips. Then you're drawing fingers down the presented flesh, one hand still holding up the belt. Your lips kiss and lick at every scar you find while you very gently grind into his backside. Soon he's groaning again under every light touch, every wet kitten-lick you inflict on his reactive body. Seeing him melting like this always gets you going. By the time you work down to the curve of his ass, you have to stop yourself from moaning and rubbing your thighs together; tonight isn't about you. Because of the angle when you're down there, the grip on the belt has him arched backwards in a delicious way. The leather must be digging into his skin, but he is too lost in the sparks of gorgeous sensations to give a flying fuck about it. "Please", he begs then, his dick weeping beads of precum. "Of course", you soothe immediately. "Do you want to cum, love?" "Yes... please", he moans out.

"And how do you want me to make you cum, love? Drain every drop of you with my cunt...or do you want my mouth tonight?", you almost hum into his ear, standing up again. Marc didn't know something so filthy can be said with such love, and his back arches in response. "Wanna be inside you so bad, baby", he gasps. You nip his earlobe in response,"So shall be it." You pull him off the wall by the belt again, walking to the bed and pushing him towards it. He stumbles a step then falls backwards onto the soft sheets. Never once do his eyes leave you and your knees almost buckle at the sheer trust he is placing on you. You take a moment to admire the view. Marc's upper body laid on the bed, heaving chest glistening with a sheen of sweat. The belt-collar still looked loose enough, and you have to bite your lips at the sheer gorgeousness that was Marc Spector. "Sit up and move back", you urge. Somehow he looks even more hot when he does, pants fallen off and fully nude, leaning against the headrest and eyes begging for release. You reach under your dress and remove your panties. Crawling up to him, you gently coax his thighs to part a bit. Reclaiming your grasp on the belt, you position yourself over him.

"W-wait", he gasps suddenly. You stop in reflex, let the belt go and ask,"Colour, Marc?"

"Green, very green", he swallows, clearly trying hard to not rut into you. "But you...you haven't..." You're not prepped, he worries. He always worries. "I can, sweetie...may I...?", you assure him. He nods then, his hands snaking underneath your dress to hold your sides. You capture his lips in a kiss and start to sink yourself on him. His whimpers into your mouth are exquisite, but maybe he is right about you needing more prep. Somewhat wet as you are, Marc's thick length is splitting you in half when you're all the way in. It takes all of your focus to not let pained gasps escape you. You kiss him earnestly to chase the sting away, and you feel Marc reach down to your folds and start rolling your nub with the pad of his fingers. You're grateful for how well he knows your body, torturous as it must be to be sheathed in your tight heat with no movement. It takes you much longer than usual to adjust to him, and he's patiently playing with your clit all the while. You pull back from the kiss with almost apologetic eyes but his cheeks are flushed and eyes too glazed over to care. Tightening your hold on the belt, you start moving. Wet squelches fill the silence, accompanied by moans and whimpers from the both of you. As the pace increases, his hands come back to your sides, helping you be in place and ride him to his orgasm, his head thrown back beautifully and chants of your name leaving his kiss-swollen lips. His grip on you tenses suddenly as he reaches the peak, and with a few encouraging words from you, he lets go with a broken cry. You ride him through his orgasm, kissing his shoulder and soothing his chest as you feel the last shivers pass through his body. Then you're pulling your hips up with a wince and quickly unclasping the buckle, anxiously tracing his neck for any signs of pain. "Easy, easy", he soothes, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips. "I'm good, nothing hurts. That was ...amazing." He brushes his lips on your knuckles and mutters,"Best birthday ever." You chuckle at him finally acknowledging it's his birthday, slumping against his form and wrapping around him like a koala. You lay like that for a bit, then Marc suddenly sits up with a start,"You..you didn't finish" You blink at him, shrugging,"Wasn't trying to, wanted you to feel good...it's okay"

"No the fuck it's not", he almost whines. Then his eyes are dancing with something deliciously wicked, and he thumbs the collar of your dress, drawling in a heady voice,"I think it's time for your return gift, baby." It's your turn to blush and sputter, warmth coursing through your body at the tone. "You're a fucking blessing, Marc Spector", you croon as his fingers reach for your folds again.

[creamecafe]

I be saying, "I miss my man" and it's a fictional man either from a show in which a new season is yet to come, the show is over/cancelled or he's dead

[thewatcher98]

wow... this was... wow

Amarre

paring: Sub! Marc, Sub! Steven, Sub! Jake x fem! dom! reader; established relationship

a/n:

- shameless smut

- reader is a mix of gentle & hard dom for the boys.

- mention of Eros from 'Theogony' by Hesiod, Gandharva = handsome celestial male beings in Hindu mythology, also a reference to Garden of Eden and forbidden fruit and the Field of reeds.

- this is titled after the song 'Amarre' by Scarlett Rose.

- as always thanks to @imgoingtofreakoutnow 💗 for Spanish words and phrases

minors dni.

warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, swearing, unprotected consensual sex, consensual dom/sub dynamic, sadism/machocism themes, anal play, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, mommy kink, subspace, impact play, nipple play, temperature play, chastity cage, overstimulation, degradation kink, praise kink, dacryphilia, slight pet play, aftercare.

warnings have been given, do not proceed if any of this upsets you

tagging:

@syrma-sensei @slut4fictionalcharacters28

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Marc:

The moment he stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, you wanted nothing more than to rip it off. And that's what you did. You pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him.

You would never get tired of two things in the world despite seeing it every day—The sky, your man's eyes.

Just like how the sky paints kaleidoscope of colours, his eyes never failed to mesmerize you, how his deep brown eyes carried words and promises that silently clung to it.

Today they screamed 'Fuck me, baby"

You ordered him to lie back down. When he looked at you with a challenging expression, you fixed him with, "That wasn't a request".

When he didn't oblige, you pinned him down by his wrists, placing your legs on either side of him, your knees resting flat on the bed.

"It's so damn hot when you pin me down like this" he eyed you under his eyelashes laden with pure lust.

"If you move your arms", you leaned closer to his face and whispered in his ear, "I'm gonna have to punish you, Marc" you nibble his right ear lobe, and tug it slightly. "And I won't play nice" you said in honeyed voice.

"Is that a promise?" he teased you, with his trademark smirk plastered on his face, but he did not move his arms. You do love a challenge, especially when he acts up.

You roughly grabbed his chin, smashing your lips against his, devouring his wanton groans, indulging in the feeling of his rough cheek against yours.

"I love when you’re rough with me" he mouthed, not moving his lips away from yours.

Slowly moving your mouth under his jaw, you kissed and nibbled the sensitive spot under his jaw, you knew that would arouse him. "You talk too much", you left marks of possesiveness with each bite, followed by a soothing flick of your tongue, trailing down his neck. You pinched his nipples and twisted with right amount of pressure, enough to make him writhe in pleasure.

The window curtains on the left danced back and forth, swaying to the wishes of afternoon breezy wind. Steady streaks of mellow sun rays painted Marc's olive skin golden. You were not sure if he was a creature from heaven disguised as a mortal.

There was absolutely no reason why he should have those gorgeous, dark eyelashes. It was the shade of the midnight sky around one am, when lovers confessed their secrets to the moon.

Perhaps that's why people talked to the moon. The moon listens and carefully pockets those confessions and secrets between the stars, under the ink black sky.

You tilted your head to the side, perhaps he was a Gandharva?

What secrets does his eyes posses? What sinful confessions they craved to scream out today?

His delectable groans snapped you back from your short reverie.

"Don't move" you hop off him and the bed, quickly running to kitchen and coming back with tray of ice cubes and a strap on dildo.

New wave of excitement flickered in his eyes at the sight. He adjusted his position with a pillow, his hip was upwards, giving you easier and comfortable access.

With your tongue, you swirled your warm tongue around his nipple, teasing his other one with cold ice cube, you switched the actions on his nipples—the altering sensations made him let out a frenzied groan.

Redolent of his arousal mixed with the scent of his bodywash drove you mad with desire.

A quick movement of your knee made him spread his legs apart. You trailed down kisses starting from his chest to his v-line, turning your head and kissed the inside of his thighs, sending goosebumps on his skin. "Relax, baby" you breathed. With your practiced fingers and generous amount of lube, you slipped your middle finger inside his hole, curling it, drawing out a gasp from him, just within three inches, you could feel his prostate. You pushed your finger back and forth few more times to make his muscles relax. You added your index finger now, drawing out string of throaty moans from him.

Without further warning, you plunged the dildo into his hole, thrusting your hips back and forth, massaging his prostate.

He watched your hip move in mesmerizing, rhythmic thrusts. It felt nice to be filled. The blissful look on your face encouraged him, he loved that look on you. Control looked sexy on you. His eyes rolled back to his head, a lightning sensation went from his head to his toes.

The vulnerability and trust he was showing made this emotionally intense.

"You like that?" you slightly slowed down the movement but didn't pull out, to check on him.

"Don't be gentle, baby" he grunted. For him you made it both domineering and sensual. He felt so good not being the active partner in sex and being taken care of. It was a nice break for a change.

That was all the assurance and encouragement you needed.

You plunged deeper into him, increasing the pace, hitting his pleasure zone with calculated precision continuosly. With every thrust, he could feel orgasm brewing and exploding. He cried out, his vision got blurry with tears of ecstasy, his seeds smearing all over his stomach.

You pulled out completely out of him. "Did I say you could come?" you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling his head back with a sharp yank and licking and grazing his exposed throat. "Answer me" you slapped his thigh with the palm of your right hand.

"No" his adam's apple bobbed, his eyes didn't meet yours. He was already frustrated at the lack of your touch.

"Get on all fours"

When he didn't move right away, you squeezed his throbbing cock.

The aggressive side of you turned him on even more, but he knew not to test you too much. Obeying, he got on all fours, his body on fully glory for you to see—only for you.

"I love your ass" you rub his round ass gently, before giving it a light slap. His back arched, a shiver went down his spine, his cock hardening. You started slow, you would gradually increase the pressure later.

"I'm going to give you ten. Say 'thank you' for every slap or I will start all over again, understand?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

He chewed on it. It was almost on his lips, ready to tumble out, you knew it. He was resisting. Your thumb stroked back from spine till you reached his ass, "It's okay, it's alright, baby. Go ahead, you can say it"

You placed a light kiss on his back.

"Mommy" his eyes closed in pleasure. He felt liberating as it rolled out of his tongue.

"It's okay, babyboy" you said in softer tone, knowing damn well that will make him shudder.

It was a new level of intimacy. The way he opened up turned you on even more.

Like an obedient good boy, he muttered and moaned with 'Thank you, mommy" with every slap. You made the last five laps harder than ever.

"You did so good, baby" you praised, "You can come now" you rubbed his ass in soothing manner. Red marks looked good on his ass, especially because of something you did.

He was a quivering mess under your touch.

Lubing your finger, you parted his cheeks, making him groan again with just your fingers. "Are we go to go? We can stop now if you want", you kissed his spine softly.

"I want more" he breathed out, his head still foggy from his previous exploding orgasms.

"You are insatiable" with a chuckle, you begin to thrust into him. "I want you tell me when to want to stop, use your safeword okay?"

"Yeah" and a nod. "Don't be gent-" he grunted, unable to finish last word as you pounded into him harder.

"What were you saying?" you teased, thrusting your hips forward.

"I love it when you fuck me like this"

Seeing him writhe under you with absolute bliss was a drug, one you got addicted to quickly.

"God, yes, yes!"

You gave him couple more orgasms.

When his moans got quieter, his elbows gave out and he dropped to the bed, you slowed down your thrusts.

"Ha--rder" he slurred. He felt like floating, his head maddened with pure bliss.

"Easy, now. Marc" you instantly stilled, slowly pulling out completely. He must be in subspace, you thought. You got off him, gently guiding him to lie down on the bed. You got rid off the strap on dildo, tossed it to the floor.

You got back with a wet towel and cleaned him up. Your gentle fingers brushed few strands of hair away from his eyes.

Grabbing body lotion, you squeezed it into your palms in generous amount. You massaged his body, starting from his neck, your fingers slowly glided down, kneading his arms, shoulders and back muscles. You rubbed some on his red, spanked ass in soothing way.

After wiping your hands, you laid down next to him, your fingers softly caressed the sides of his face.

His eyes were closed.

You could watch him like this forever, you thought.

"You are staring like a creep" he said without opening his eyes, a hint of smile on his handsome face.

"Yeah, and what if I did?" it was your turn to smile now.

He slowly opened his eyes. He said with a lazy smile on his lips, "You make me feel safe and loved"

You felt suddenly giddy, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.

I love you so much. But you didn't say it out loud, you didn't need to.

Your sweet kiss on his forehead was a silent promise of your love to him and Marc knew that.

Steven:

"Steven, honey, I'm reading now" you say, without even looking up from your book. It's the chapter where they were forced to share one bed. Yes, cliche, but you absolutely loved it. "Can you wait few more minutes, love, hm?"

"Y/n/n, please" he let out sound, a mix of whine and groan, already slipping inside his pants.

"If you touch yourself, I'll punish you" the gentleness in your voice was now gone.

Alright, your book can wait. You decided to take care of Steven. You sat up straight on the couch, closing your book before placing a book mark.

"Come here. Let me take care of you" you gestured him to come closer. He stumbled forward as if you pulled a leash. Your soft hands palmed his hardened cock underneath his pants, slowly riling him up. He bucked his hips forward instinctively.

Much to his dismay, you took your sweet time. You slowly pulled down his sweatpants and boxers down, but not all the way down, just enough to give you easy access. Steven was impatient when it came to this. Your movement was careful not to brush your fingers on his skin, he should learn patience. You are going to teach him.

Your heart rate sped up at the sight of his thick cock. "Sit on my lap"

"Love, I-" you could see the nervousness in his eyes, "what if I crush you?"

"You won't. Come here", you assure him with a smile. Your voice was gentle this time. After your assurance, he obliged. He placed his legs on your sides, in straddling position.

"Look at me."

His impatient eyes met yours.

"You can't come, you can't speak, you can't touch me, or make any sound until I say so. Do you understand?" your brazen tone almost made him whimper. "I will punish you if your disobey, got it?"

He nodded.

He didn't speak. Good.

You had previously discussed with him before—boundaries, limits, safe word. He promised he would use it if anything made him uncomfortable or he didn't want to do it.

The moment he felt your fingers on his cock, his breath hitched. You kept your strokes light and slow. Your neatly trimmed fingers trailing from the tip to the base, teasing his taint. You'll save it for later.

The anticipation was too much for him, he bit his bottom lip not to moan loudly as per your command.

So obedient.

"Good boy" your praise only made it harder for him to restrain himself. You began to fondle his balls and slightly scratching with your blunt nails. He leaned forward, resting his head on the crook of your neck, you could feel his moans hitch in his throat, swallowing down. He didn't make a sound exactly like you ordered. A good boy indeed.

"You like that, baby, hm?" you didn't stop your movements.

"You can speak now, darling"

"Yes" he manage to choke out.

"Yes, what?"

When he didn't answer, you withdrew your hand off his cock, drawing out a pathetic whine from his lips. "I want your eyes on me"

"Yes, m-mommy" he lifted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. His voice was deep with thick accent. You smiled. Heat pooled at your core, but you kept your composure.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby", you drawl out, your silken words reached his ears like a whimsical melody.

Your fingers worked around the way from the base to the tip of his cock in up and down motion.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

You watched him throw his head back, his half lidded eyes drunken on pure lust. Throaty, deep moans and groans elicited from his lascivious, parted mouth.

You gradually increased the pressure and speed. "Does that feel good, baby?"

On the cusp of orgasm, he managed to nod vigorously, his curls sticking messily to his face. Pre cum beaded his tip. You touched his hypersensitive head with your thumb, slowly tracing the head of the penis spreading his precum around it.

He grabbed your hand closer and bucked his hips forward, fucking your hand. He only realised his mistake when you ceased your hand movement.

You glided your hand up the nape of his neck, raking your fingers through his hair and roughly pulling his head back. "Did I say you could come?"

He let out a whimper. Whining more at the loss of your touch, he cried out in desparation.

"That was naughty of you, wasn't it? Only good boys get rewarded" you pulled his head close to your lips. Your breath was hot on the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Naughty boys get punished", a shudder went through his whole body.

His bottom lip quivered at your words. He wanted to be good for you. He wanted to please you. He yearned for you to call him a good boy, your good boy.

Your tone was condescending, but you quickly glanced at his eyes to make sure he was alright. When you didn't sense any discomfort on his face and expression, you proceeded.

"I want you to be patient, can you do that?"

You could feel him hum in response against your neck.

"What did I say? Use your words when you are talking to mommy"

"I'll be good, let me cum" he pleaded, leaning his head on the crook of your neck again, desparately clinging to you. His voice was even more pathetic than before. His breath was hot against on your skin. "P-please, mommy, please" a sob ripped through his lips. He begged desperately.

You lowered your hands slowly, massaged the flesh of his inner thighs, kneading them with your practiced hands. His ragged breathes turned into libidinous moans. You could feel his cock twitching against you.

 Eros—the limb-melter overpowers the mind and the thoughtful counsel of all the gods and the human beings.

Steven wondered if he was being struck by Eros or it was just your sinfully amorous touch.

You knew he was close. You hands moved upwards in gossamer touches, the soft pad of your thumb stroked his taint— a delicate touch just beneath his balls, sending shivers on his skin—again and again and again. He bucked his hip forward, feeling continuous jolts of pleasure through his body. His breath was raggedly fast and hot against yours.

"Your hands feel so g-good on my cock" he managed to utter those words, his tone slightly hitched at the last word. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Tears pricked his eyes. His eyes got glassy. "Please, please, let me come" tears freely rolled from the corners of his eyes as he shut his eyes tight. He was a whimpering mess in your hands. "Mommy-"

"You look so pretty, baby, being so good for me" you praised him, wiping tears off his cheek with your left hand. He earned it.

Veins were prominent on his cock, pre cum already leaking more and dripping down on your finger. He was trying hard to be good for you. He was being good.

Pleased at his behaviour, you decide to give him the sweet bliss of release. "Go ahead, honey. You can come now" you cooed in his ear, barely a whisper. Your left hand made a 'v' with thumb and index finger, holding his cock erect on the base, stretching the entire length with your other hand in slow smooth movement.

You cupped the shaft with both of your hands, to mimic the feeling of his cock surrounded by vaginal walls as best as you can, changing your movement sideways.

"That's it, good boy" you punctuate each word with a nibble under his jaw and neck, slightly grazing his feverish skin with your teeth.

How can someone me so cruel yet merciful, Steven thought. He cried out, intoxicated. His body shuddered with a thrashing orgasm. His seeds dripped down into your palm and your wrist, smearing his stomach.

You rhythmically loosened your grip on his cock, to ease the pressure on his sensitive member, so it won't be too painful for him.

"Why don't you lie back down? I want make you feel good" you switched the position, you pushed him down on the sofa.

When you moved and searched for something in the drawer, his eyebrows furrowed. What were you looking for?

Bottle of lubricant.

His breath hitched. He was excited and nervous.

"Do you trust me, Steven?" you kept your tone casual, not sultry to push him into anything.

He nodded his head.

You played with Marc and Jake multiple times before, it wasn't new to you. But to Steven it was new. Anal play.

His eyes watched you lube your fingers.

"Are you nervous, honey?"

"A bit, yeah", he was being honest, "I trust you"

You treasured those words like precious gems.

"Remember your safe word if you are uncomfortable and I will stop" your voice was patient and gentle.

Your touches were soft, your index finger slipped into his hole, carefully and slowly.

His breath hitched in his throat.

"Is this alright?"

Your fingers stilled the moment he said the safeword.

"Can we do try this later? Can you cuddle me now?" his voice was hesitant. Did this turn you off? Did you make you upset?

"Of course, baby" you replied with a smile that eased his worries a bit. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to" you wiped your hands.

"Want to move back to bed? It's lot more comfy"

.

You were cuddling him under warm blanket.He was silent. It felt odd to you.

"Steven, honey, is everything alright? Did I push you? I'm sor-"

"No, no. I, um..you are not upset I used the safeword?"

"What? No. Steven, I'm happy you said that" you made him look at your eyes, "Baby, I'm proud of you for trusting me and saying that", you caressed his cheek with your thumb, "It's about you too. We don't have to do anything we don't want to. You are still my good boy" you gently run your fingers his messy curls.

"I'm your good boy" he repeated your words, wrapping his arm around your waist, nestling his head against your chest, "I love you"

"I love you too, baby" you scratched his scalp and played with his soft hair until eventually be asleep in your arms.

Jake:

Jake Lockley did not think you could do that.

When you said you are going to punish him for touching himself, he didn't take you seriously.

He gave you a cocky smirk, "What are you going to do about it, princesa?"

Maybe warm his cock? Suck his cock?

When you made him wear chastity cage, something like curiosity and excitement flickered in his eyes. It was just a day, he could do that, it's not a big deal. That's what he thought.

It took three days for him to break under your touch. You cuffed him to bed and edged him deliciously, right when he was about to come, you stopped, putting back the chastity cage— for three days.

Every time he moaned, "Ten un poco de misericordia, cariño"

You would chuckle and say, "Beg me"

When you walked in those tantalizing shorts, he wanted nothing more than to bend you over by grabbing your neck and fuck you senseless.

Oh how the tables have turned.

He couldn't touch himself even if he wanted to, not without your permission. He was writhing. He never felt like this before— it was a torment, sweet torment he enjoyed every bit of it.

On the fourth day, you decided to be a graceful goddess and offer him mercy.

"Tonight is all about me. Put that tongue of yours to work. If you make me come twice within ten minutes, I'll take off the cage, if not, it stays on for few more days" you made yourself comfortable on the edge of your bed.

When he took a step towards you, you stopped him. "Nuh uh. On your knees, crawl towards me with your head bowed" your voice was cool and firm.

Fuck. You weren't playing around. You were good at this. So good.

He sank to his knees, arms on the floor. He averted his gaze from yours and bowed his head.

Being in control all the time was exhausting, to him giving it up and being under complete mercy of you was exhilarating and freeing, arousing him in new way he didn't think it was possible.

You hummed in approval. The sight of him being so obedient at your command turned you on.

He looked you up with those dark brown eyes. "Can I touch you please?" any cockiness in his voice three days ago was long gone.

"Use that pretty mouth and please me"

You set the timer on your phone to ten minutes.

He started with a kiss to your ankle, taking his time, his mouth slowing trailing up your legs and your inner thighs.

He was more than eager to oblige. He buried his face between your legs. His ravenous tongue devoured you, lapping back and forth, switching it up with side to side. He made your body tremble with orgasms.

It took seven minutes and forty four seconds for Jake Lockley to make you come twice with his tongue.

Your loud moans were music to his ears. He swallowed your juice.

You slid your hand down your slit, swiping up your juice. You parted his lips, pressing down his jaw and inserting your thumb inside, he sucked on your fingers.

"Atta boy" you scratched his head, ruffling his soft curls. He melted under your touch, eyes closing. Fuck how much he missed this.

"Since you are being so good for me, today you have a choice, you want my mouth or my pussy?"

"Your pussy"

You began to strip.

.

Jake stared at you lying back on the bed, his hands cuffed to the headboard. You climbed on top, straddling him.

The sight of the key in your hand already made him groan with impatience.

"You are so huge" you unlocked his cage, taken his thick member with both of your hands. You caressed the skin that got slightly chafed from the metal softly. You would take care of it later, you made a mental note.

"Do you like that?", your question was met by a grunt, followed by a whimper, because that’s the only sound your man could manage.

"Answer me, pet".

"Yes ma'am" he managed to mutter in his accent.

You challenged him and kept him on his toes, he craved it and loved it.

You sank your cunt slowly into him, thrusting your hips.

Relief? Ecstasy?

"¡Mierda!" his toes curled, his back arched, he thrashed his arms only to feel it restrained by the cuffs. No one gave him explosive orgasm like this.

"You look so sexy on top of me"

He watched your ample bossoms bounce on top of him with every thrust. It reminded him off the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. He could see but could not touch until you said so. What a ruthless goddess you were, a stunning one at that. He watched your lips part in pleasure when you orgasmed.

The change in power dynamic gave him new sense of thrill.

"Look at you, my little fucktoy" you grinned, taunting him and increasing the pace roughly.

His mind went to blissful oblivion. His eyes got heavy lidded. His carnal rage was ignited by your touch.

Time slowed down in his eyes. The way your breasts rose and fell with every breath you took, the sound of your lascivious moans filled his ears, few strands of your disheveled hair framing your face, you never looked so stunning as you were right now—confident and in control. You should top more, he thought.

"Who owns you?" your question snapped him back to reality.

"You"

"Say it louder"

"You own me, querida"

"Your cock belongs to me" you slightly changed the angle and thrusted deep into him.

"Who fucks you like me?"

He came again. It took every ounce of power in him to comprehend and answer to your question in that maddening ecstasy.

"No one. Fuck! I can't stop coming"

You chuckled, fucking him senseless. You were not done with him yet.

"I'm gonna milk you dry, Lockley" you studied his expressions.

""¡Por favor, cariño, no puedo!"

"If you want me to stop, say the safeword and I will"

But he doesn't say it, you were giving him what he craved.

"Please, I-" his words were cut off by his own grunts and moans. He was a quivering mess underneath you.

The intensity of his next two orgasms were raw and powerful.

"Baby, please!" he begs you pathetically, his eyes glossy with tears as you pull back.

"That's it, that's it" your voice was softer than before, "Good boy" you wiped the tears on the corner of his eyes. "That wasn't so bad was it, baby?", you uncuff him.

His breathing was still ragged. He rubbed his wrists. "Next time, let's use the silk ties"

"Maybe next time, you can use those on me" you chuckle and wink at him. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Was I too rough?" he could sense the panic bloom in your chest.

He chuckled. "No, princesa" he brought your face close to his lips in gently and pressed a kiss to your head, "You were perfect. Thank you"

You cupped his face and kissed his lips. "I'm gonna run a bath, want to join me?" you play with his curls, twirling and tugging it lightly.

"Princesa, if I ever say no do that, you can punch me"

You giggle, kissing him again.

.

The warm water was soothing. You made him to sit on front of you. His back was pressed against your chest. "Let me take care of you" you kissed the side of his head. You grabbed his hands, placing light kisses to the spot chafed by the cuffs, "we are not using those cuffs again".

His laugh reverberated against your chest. A sound you adored.

You lathered your palms with shampoo, massaging his scalp in soothing manner. He felt his body relax under your tender care and touch. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back against your shoulder as you washed his chest with your favorite body wash. You kissed his shoulder blade as you rinsed off the bubbles.

Jake Lockley did not go to the Field of Reeds like Marc, but he knew he found his heaven right now, in your hands full of nothing but tender and warm care and love for him.

"Jake, babe"

Did he fall asleep in the bathtub against your chest? Small smile formed on your lips.

"Baby, come on, let's get to bed" you nudged him gently, "I don't want you to look like a prune!" you tried to joke.

"You are too good to me, querida" he mumbled, half asleep when you dragged him to bed. You made sure to apply ointment to his wrists and to tiny chafings on his cock. "Tú eres mi corazón..", he fell asleep, his arm loosely draped around your waist.

"I love you, Jake" you smile at his sleeping form and kissing his forehead twice. You pulled the blanket over both of you, "so much" you pressed another kiss to his head, before sleep took over your mind and body.

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"Ten un poco de misericordia, cariño" = "Have some mercy, darling"

"¡Mierda!" = "Fuck!"

"Cariño, por favor no puedo" = Darling, please I can't

"Tú eres mi corazón = You are my heart

"Princesa" = Princess

[pimosworld]

Bad days

Pairing- Steven grant x f!reader, hints of Marc and Jake x f!reader.

Summary- You help Steven relax and cure his bad day.

CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW, porn with a little plot, angst, fluff, Steven being unsure at first, oral m receiving, cum eating, slight sub Steven,Dom reader, Marc and Jake being teases and helpful because it’s them.

WK-2.4k

A/N- Making Steven feel good is like candy to me so I hope you enjoy this.

Not beta read

[Moon Knight Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

You set the groceries down to knock on the door to Stevens flat. You don’t hear any movement on the other side of the door for a few brief moments. You know Steven wasn’t always punctual but he never missed an opportunity for you to cook him dinner. 

It was a little nerve wracking at first taking over his job in the gift shop. He was promoted to tour guide at the museum but Donna insisted he train his replacement. 

Marc was annoyed in the beginning. How hard could it be to work in a gift shop? He knew Steven had been waiting for so long to be a tour guide and told him in so many words to tell Donna to shove off. Until you walked in.

  For once in his life Steven didn’t bumble his way through an introduction. You loved the way he cared so deeply for the regular patrons and cataloged all the items  in the gift shop. 

  He gave you a taweret plushie on your last day of training and couldn’t contain his excitement when you wrapped your arms around him as a thank you. 

  Ask her now

  It wasn’t often Jake made an appearance, but since you’ve come into the picture he was making himself more and more known. 

  He’s right, ask her

  It was a problem for Steven when Marc and Jake were getting along. He has yet to make his condition known to you, but he’s noticed you smirking when he’s talking out loud or having a stern conversation with his reflection in the glass of the gift shop. 

  “I was wondering if maybe…you’d like to go to dinner with me sometime?” 

  You said yes before he could even get the words out. 

  That was a few months ago. 

  ****

  Steven noticed you at the end of the hallway as the doors to the lift opened. 

  I told you to just give her a key hermano 

  Steven didn’t want to just hand you a key like Marc or Jake would. He wanted it to be special…he already had it made, he just needed an opportunity to present it to you. He’s been so busy with his promotion he’s barely had time for you. 

  You offered to cook him dinner and he couldn’t even bother to be on time for that. 

  He looks so tired, even from where you’re standing. You can tell he’s had a rough day and you’re determined to make it better. It’s not often the boys let you spoil them, always so concerned with your needs. 

  Steven had needs too…he just needed a gentle reminder. 

  ****

  “I’m sorry I’m so late, Love.” He pecks your lips as he drops some scrolls to the ground to fish out his keys. 

  “It’s okay Steven, I haven't been waiting long.” You bend over to pick up the groceries as he drops his keys. 

  “Oh bollocks, can’t even open my own door.” You try to grab his shoulder as he picks them up from the floor. He mutters something under his breath about being clumsy and your certain Marc or Jake aren’t helping. 

  “Steven, honey.” You wrap your arms around him as you slowly grab the keys. “Let me help you.” 

  Steven wants to protest but your hands are like magic covering his. He has to pinch himself everyday to remind himself he’s not dreaming, when it comes to you. Marc and Jake may give him a hard time but he never lets them forget that you were interested in him first. 

  He sighs into your touch as you slowly open the door. “You’re too good to me, you know that.” He scoops the groceries in one arm and the scrolls in the other. 

  “There’s no such thing as too good.” Your lips curve into a smile before you lean in and kiss him and he nearly drops everything in his arms. 

  “Why don’t you set that stuff down and get comfortable.” 

  He goes to protest but you place your finger on his lips. “Go wash off this awful day, change into something comfortable and relax.” You kiss him again a little deeper and longer, you can feel him sigh into it as you start to pull away. “I’m not taking no for an answer.” 

  I would do what she says if I were you. 

  He pinches himself before he heads off to the bathroom.

  ****

  Steven notes the delicious smell wafting through the flat as he pulls on his favorite jumper and sweatpants. Although he knows whenever he comments on how good it smells you always tell him it’s just garlic and onions. 

  You’re a picture of domestic perfection as you finish putting something in the oven. You wipe your hands on the small towel as you look up and smile at him. 

  His feet are rooted to the spot in the living room as you make your way towards him,you look like you want to devour more than just the food. The urge to look over his shoulder and make sure he’s the one you’re looking at is strong. 

  Your soft hand gently grabs his wrist as you pull him toward the couch. Perhaps Marc or Jake took control of his legs because he certainly doesn’t remember how he swiftly ended up seated with you on your knees in front of him. 

  The words are leaving your mouth but he can’t hear anything over the buzzing in his ears as you rub your hands up and down his legs. 

  “What did you say love?” You smirk and lean up, pulling his face to yours as your soft lips meet his. He could stay like this, just kissing you as he melts into the couch. The stress of the day pouring off him like the rain outside. 

  “I said…did you have a bad day?” You trail kisses along his jaw and nip at his earlobe as you wait for his answer. 

  “Yes.” It comes out as a confession, like he’s ashamed to admit that he has bad days doing his dream job.

  Your warm hands roam under his sweater along his chest and trail down as you hook your fingers in his waistband. His breathing is coming in too fast and he tries to calm himself down as your body brushes against the obvious tent in his sweats.

  “Do you want me to make it better?” It’s a whisper in his ear that he hears loud and clear as your hands wait for permission.

  Say yes Steven

Say yes Steven

  It must’ve been too long, because his head mates urge him to answer you before you change your mind. As if you ever would. 

  “Yes…please.” You chuckle at his rushed out response as if you can read his mind and know exactly what they’re saying. 

  It drives him a little bit wild that you’re giving him this attention. He was always a little more reserved than Marc and not as bold as Jake. He’s never been treated like this. The sole purpose of someone’s desires. 

  You tug a little on his pants and bite your lip. He lifts his hips to help you as you pull them down just enough to pool at his feet. He’s achingly hard as your hand reaches out to pump him a few times. 

  He bites down on his tongue to keep from coming at the first touch of you. It’s only been a few days and he’s already so desperate for anything you’ll give him. 

  The genuine look of enjoyment on your face as you stare at it like it’s an appetizer to a four course meal is something he’ll have to frame in his mind. 

  The feel of your hand is quickly replaced with your mouth as you slide down the length of him, your plush lips wrapped around his cock as you hum in approval. Finally provided the relief you both wanted. 

  He chokes back a moan as your tongue slides back up, slowly twirling around the tip. A drop of precum trails down the side and you tilt your head licking it up like an ice cream cone. Not wanting to waste a drop. 

  Fuck

  Your hands are on his legs again as you rub them in time with your head as you bob up and down, moaning around his cock sending chills up his spine. 

  You loved watching Steven let go. It was exhilarating that you could make someone come undone. The  dark look in his eyes is almost similar to Marc’s but you know by the noises coming from him and the way his hands grip the couch it’s your sweet Steven. 

  Put your hand on the back of her head

  “What?” He rasps out above you. 

  You come off with a pop and take in his unruly curls as the sweat forms on his furrowed brow. 

  “I didn’t say anything honey.” He stares blankly at you for a moment before he realizes he must’ve spoke out loud. 

  Idiota

  “Sorry love, you can keep going…if you want to—

  His rambling is cut short as you take him into your mouth again, not wasting a moment as your lips slide all the way down his cock. Your nose brushes the curls at the base and you gag a little. 

  “Sorry love…” Steven begins to apologize but you don’t seem to be stopping. 

  Listen to me and don’t say anything 

  Perhaps he should just listen to Marc, he’s never…well maybe not never, but he’s rarely led him astray. 

  Put your hand on the back of her head and Gently…go with her movements. 

  You glance up at Steven who nods his head as he places his hand on the back of yours. He’s looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like he’s asking for permission to do what you’ve been wanting this whole time. Enjoy it. 

  You hollow out your cheeks and pull him in deeper as he audibly moans a little louder. His nails scratch lightly at your scalp as he pushes you down a little further. His bold movements turn you on even more than you were before. You breathe through your nose and push past the burning in your lungs to stay on the edge of his pleasure for a little longer. 

  “You’re perfect, you know that?” He mostly says it to himself as you whine your response because you can't really answer at the moment. Not verbally at least. 

  You know you probably look a mess as your mascara runs down your cheeks and the drool pools outside your mouth as he takes what he wants. Except he’s looking at you like you hung the moon as his free hand swipes a stray tear from the corner of your eye. 

  It feels like he’s in the duwat again the way he’s floating between this reality and the next. He struggles to keep his eyes on you as he throws his head back against the couch finally relinquishing all control he had over his emotions. 

  The sounds of your mouth and the muttering of praises are all he can focus on as the familiar feeling starts to creep up his back and infiltrate his brain. 

  You can feel his legs tense beneath your hands as the grip in your hair tightens instinctually. 

  “I’m…im close love, you don’t have to.” 

  Cállate y déjale

  “It’s okay Steven, you can let go.” You half pant out as you resume before he can protest. 

  You place your hand on top of his and urge him on as he curses under his breath. His hips stutter slightly as he feels himself let go, spilling hot ropes of come into your mouth. You don’t let up as you swallow every drop until he’s boneless beneath you. His cock twitches slightly as you come off, slowly catching your breath. His hand drops to the couch with a thud as you raise up next to him and brush his curls out of his face. 

  The redness on his neck dissipates with every breath that he takes in. He may have been close to passing out if you hadn’t stopped soon. 

  “That was…incredible.” He half whispers to himself and you chuckle into his neck as you place soft kisses to his sweaty skin. 

  “I’m glad I could help.” 

  The timer on the oven beeps bringing your attention back to the dinner you started when you told him to relax. 

  “Ooohh, the lasagna is done.I hope you’re hungry.” You bounce up off the couch as he stands and pulls his sweats back on. 

  He feels like he ran a marathon and food sounds delightful at the moment. 

  “You made my favorite?” It’s said as more of a question than a statement as he watches you move around his kitchen like you’ve been here all your life. 

  “I made two actually.” You cut into one and place a serving on each of your plates. “Vegan and meat sauce. I’ll mark them for you so you know which is which.” 

  I love her 

Ella es perfecta

  You lick the sauce off your finger and he’s brought back to what you just did for him on the couch. 

  “I have something for you love.” Steven heads to the room briefly and digs through his jacket pocket before he finds it. 

  He sheepishly returns to the kitchen island where you’re digging into your smaller portion of lasagna. He’s trying  to rid his head of these thoughts for a second as you make the same noises from before as you savor your food. 

  His hand shakily slides the key towards you and you set your fork down to pick it up. The beautiful brass key looks so big in your delicate hands. 

  “Is this my prize?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. 

  Smooth

  “Oh no…I’ve been meaning to give it to you for a while. I didn’t plan it this way…it was supposed to be special and well…”

  “Shhh. Steven, relax, I'm just joking.” He eases a little at your words, knowing you’re just teasing him. You and Jake had that down better than he or Marc ever could. “I love it honey, thank you for trusting me with this.” 

  You lean in and place a kiss to his cheek, shorter than he would care for. He never wants you to stop touching him if he could help it. 

  “Eat up, before it gets cold.” 

  Before I take the body and eat my own

No me parece 

  He eats while they bicker, not wanting to waste another precious moment with you. 

  ****

  Your phone buzzes in your pocket as you stare out the window of the bus on the way home from work. 

  Steven: where are you love?

      On the bus I just left work, how was your day?

  Steven: It was quite dreadful 

           I’ll be home soon to make it better 

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[lokisremainingsanity]

Something

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

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

~ava!🍓

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

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

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

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

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

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

"please?"

He grunted.

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

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

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

"That was only a means to an end-"

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

A manicured finger pushed against his lips

"tututut shhhhh, this conversation is over."

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

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

"Good morning Sunshine!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes.

Buttplugs.

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

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

"mhmm"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, please do it"

"Your wish is my command!"

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

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

"Oh, don't thank me yet Sugar"

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

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

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

One.. two.. three...

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

"bother."

"Bitch?"

"...."

"...."

"Bitch works too."

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

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

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

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

"Oh she did not." You gasped out.

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

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

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

Of course he had to interrupt while you were talking.

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

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

"mhmm," you answered him absentmindedly.

"Stay safe."

~

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

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

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

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

"I-no I mean-"

"Come to bed Marc." You ordered him.

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

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

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

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

"Do you agree? Hmm?"

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

"Use your words baby."

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

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

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

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

A pink velvet ascot.

Marc's eyes widened slightly.

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

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

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

"please"

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

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

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

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

"please please please-"

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

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

"ohhh fuck Y/N"

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

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

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

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

"YES UGH"

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

"Why-why the hell-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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So this juicy post was dedicated to @cosmicblogs

I hope I got the reader's characterization right!

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

[oddballwriter]

Appetite

Summary: You have a very high and demanding libido and the boys both are willing to and victim of needing to satisfy it.

Warnings: The reader's gender, exact anatomy, and pronouns are never mentioned but they are a power bottom and or are the ones getting penetrated but are very much in control of the situation. Sub!moon boys and dom!reader if you squint. Groping. Ass slapping (Marc's ass). Overstimulation. Riding. Implied creampies/ not pulling out (wrap it before you tap and or get it). Reader giving oral. Edging.  

Author’s Snip: I'm on my freak shit tonight. Never let me listen to S.H.O. by Baby Tate and Sexy Naughty Bitchy by Tata Young while ovulating or else fictional grown men are getting fucked. Submissive bitches, this one is unfortunately not for you.

Notes: I wrote Jake's part three different times and had to write it after getting off my flow so if it sucks (lol) I'm sorry. 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,328

The boys love you and everything about you. But one thing that they weren't expecting to come along with you, was your libido. Not that there was anything wrong with you having a huge one. After all, no one who partakes in sex ever complains about it. The problem was what that entails for them and maintaining it.

-

"Baby, please," Marc says under his breath while he feels you hold him from behind and kiss his neck as he washes the dishes from the two of you having finished dinner. Marc wasn't dumb, he knew you were eyeing him up after you came back from work and he had dinner ready for you, and he knows that you know that holding and kissing him like this riles him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything right now," you say as you give the gap between his neck and collarbone another sensual kiss. "Maybe after you're done washing the dishes we can do something if you want." you suggest, teasingly wording it like he's the one who had the dirty idea.

"I would be getting it done faster if you weren't feeling up my waist like that." Marc claps back, making it clear that he can see and feel your hands moving around. "I could be making it worse." you tease as your hands lower a bit and nip at his skin.

Marc stills for a second, trying to keep back a labored breath that would give away that your little touches are getting to him. Well, it's not that good because he knows that if your hands got any lower then you'd feel his hard-on against the fabric of his pants. "Why don't you just take care of it yourself?" Marc suggests, "We were at it last night. Wasn't that good?" Marc mentions.

"But what if I want a second round of last night?" you question as you squeeze him a little tighter. Marc feels cornered, but in a sexy way that really shouldn't be getting him this much. He felt like a fly that was watching itself be rolled up into the spider's silk, or even a mouse getting coiled by a snake. He knew that he had nowhere to run but also didn't hate it either.

"You had plenty of rounds last night-" Marc tries to bring up but the tail end of his sentence is drawn out a bit as he feels your hand travel down his stomach towards the belt of his pants and your pinky finger break through the waistband. He feels his blood rush downwards and also upwards, making his cheeks out in a blush over letting himself slip up. He can sense your smile and doesn't say anything when you reply with "You were saying?" in a smug and snarky tone.

"Just let me finish the fucking dishes first. Please." Marc pleads. "Go to the bedroom or something. I'll wash my hands and be there. Just let me do the damn dishes." Marc says to add to his plea so that you'll stop with the teasing.

Marc almost breathes a sigh of relief when you unsnake your arms form around his body, but you leave with a "I'll be waiting." paired with an extra nip and kiss at his neck and slap on his ass.

-

Hearing the boys moan and overall vocalize their pleasure during sex was something that you loved to hear. But Steven was one of your favorites.

His whines and moans as he came blocked out the sound of the documentary film that you were watching on TV. It was a rerun of something that both you and Steven have watched a few times. So in your mind, you didn't need to hear what they were saying.

Steven let out shakey breaths as he recovered from his high, his third one, to be exact, with you doing the same. He made an attempt to pull away and pull out of you but your grip on his shoulder stopped him from going completely out, making Steven whine.

"Again." you demand as you even out your breath. "But we've already gone three times, love." Steven begs. "Come on. One more time, to make it even." you insist. You sit up just a little from your position on the couch so that you can place your mouth next to his ear and kiss it, knowing full well that that's his own weak spot, and using your free hand to teasingly stroke his stiff cock that's outside of you so that it stays hard.

Steven moans at the touch and feeling on his ear. He knows that you're telling him a lie and that you'll make him keep going till he's nearly passed out, but most of his blood is somewhere else rather than in his brain to help him think clearly. And even then the thoughts that he's having with his other think of head is winning the popular vote.

He's too busy trying to think through his clouded mind that you try to help him out in making the decision for him by pulling him closer to you, making him slowly go back inside of you. Steven shutters and lets out even more small quiet moans as he feels your walls glide along him again. His poor thing is aching from use but he can't seem to get himself to stop wanting to keep going.

Steven makes an attempt to go round four but he can't seem to do it,. So you, again, take the initiative and push him back so that he's now the one lying on the couch and then startle him. Steven gives you a look that shows that he knows you really aren't going to let up any time soon.

-

"Shit~" Jake moans out as you give him head in the backseat of his car.

In the small space, Jake and you can only hear the sound of you bobbing your head and the battered breaths and moans coming from Jake, which is a thing that weirdly gets Jake off more when you two get down in the car.

"Slow down, god." Jake pleads, feeling himself start to come the longer he lets you go on. You look up at him and pop your mouth off but keep him going with your hand stroking him at the same pace. "What's the matter? I thought we were in a spot where no one would see us?" you mention while you glance up at him from your place on the floor of the car.

"We are," Jake repeats as he focuses on not coming just yet, "But if you keep doing it like that I'm gonna...~" he can't finish his own sentence and even think about the last word, or else he will actually lose it. He looked and felt like he was trying to hold in a sneeze.

"I thought you liked it when I made you come fast." you question as you lick the precum from his tip that was leaking out. Jake shivers from the feeling but recollects himself. "I do." he confirms, "You just used me up too much last night and I don't think I've made it back yet." he explains.

"Well then I guess I'll just make you come once." you say before you go back to sucking him off, but this time with a pace that doesn't send him over the edge just yet.

After a while, he starts reaching it again and is more willing to have it happen. Jake starts talking under his breath saying "That's it. Just like that.". Just as he starts reaching his limit and about to get to a point where he can let it all out, you pop your mouth off his cock again. He looks down at you in shock that you suddenly stopped.

"Well, I don't want you to come yet." you smile as you watch Jake lose it and start up again.

[keenzinemugstudent]

Okay but hear me out your a vampire and your friends with Steven Grant who doesn't know he hasn't seen you in weeks and is worried he goes to your house he walks in looking everywhere for you he sees you hunched over your bed breathing heavily he panics thinking your hurt and than next thing he knows he is pinned to the bed he sees your red eyes and fangs you were a sight I mean he always thought you were beautiful but right now he was honestly terrified !

"Y-Y/n? Love what-"

You growl at him showing your teeth before you frowned giving the man below you an confused look on your beautiful face.

"Steven?"

He gives a small nervous wave.

"H-hello?"

"Steven?!"

"That's me Steven with a V."

"What are you doing here?! Wait oh no you know!"

You apologized to him multiple times for attacking him but it just said it was fine (liar)

And whatever else y'all can think of