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Spy diary

July 1, 20XX, 11:00 PM

Today is the beginning of another stupid work/mission, where I immerse myself in spying on another hero. As a secret agent for a highly classified organization, I must remain discreet about my identity. My objective? To spy on an individual who has no idea about his other identities.

July 3, 20XX, 11:00 AM

My surveillance target is a man who possesses extraordinary abilities like Avengers. By day, he works as a museum employee, blending seamlessly with the ordinary world. But by night, he becomes Moon Knight, who is quite brutal and aggressive.

July 4, 20XX, 2:30 PM

According to the intelligence gathered, Moon Knight's true name is Marc Spector. During the day, he becomes his other identity called Steven Grant, who has no idea that he is an alternate ego. He displays gentle manners and acts like a genuine British. However, once the sun sets and the moon takes its place, a transformation occurs. Moon Knight becomes a formidable force, ruthless and colder than the night itself.

July 3, 20XX, 5:45 AM

It is truly uncanny to witness someone with such distinct dual personalities. Steven's unsuspecting nature during the day contrasts starkly with the commanding presence of Moon Knight at night. I had to exercise caution while capturing photographs of Moon Knight in action, as his ferocity against gang members proved too brutal to preserve.

July 7, 20XX, 8:30 PM

Whenever Moon Knight puts on his superhero outfit, I feel both amazed and scared at the same time. I can't help but wonder about the fabric of his costume. Is it smooth like silk or more like tightly-wrapped bandages? I'm so curious that I find myself wanting to touch it. However, there's also a sense of fear. If Moon Knight were to discover my spying, I'd likely end up on the receiving end of a beating, just like the criminals he deals with (which is not pretty at all).

July 12, 20XX, 6:15 AM

Every morning, when the sun starts to rise, Steven checks his ankle cuffs and the sand around his bed. What he doesn't realize is that Marc Spector fixes it once it gets ruined. Marc works hard to keep their secret lives hidden, and it is obvious that he doesn't want Steven to know that he exists. It's impressive, but also seems really tiring.

July 14, 20XX, 10:00 PM

It's sad to see how much this double life is affecting Steven. He doesn't even realize that he's only getting around 2 hours of sleep each day, which explains the constant bags under his eyes. It's tough on him.

As I wrap up today's entry, Diary, I must admit that I don't enjoy spying on this poor guy. I'd much rather be on a mission to recover powerful artefacts like Loki's staff. Moon Knight is just a small fish in a small pond, and he doesn't possess god-like powers like Doctor Strange or Scarlet Witch. So, I fail to see the real danger of this anti-hero.

I have already reported this to my leader so I guess, I just need to wait for the response now.

July 21, 20XX, 10:00 AM

Diary,

I witnessed Steven getting extremely frustrated with Donna from his workplace once again. That woman is truly unpleasant and nasty. While she may not have committed any serious crimes, her mean-spirited behaviour makes her a kind of criminal in her own way. I felt sorry for Steven, so I bought something from his store, hoping it would lift his spirits. He's always so kind, even though he doesn't recognize me since I was inhabiting another person's body. I also suggested a fantastic sandwich place I discovered the other day. He'll probably grab a sandwich on his way home.

Another intriguing revelation came to light yesterday. It appears that Marc has yet another identity, going by the name Jake Lockley. From what I gathered, Jake is the most brutal of them all. It seems he is from Spain and has a penchant for dishing out beatings to criminals. The leader mentioned that he's worth keeping an eye on for at least a year, so perhaps there's more to this Jake character. Unlike Marc, who strikes a balance between using his fists and his weapon, a crescent-shaped boomerang, Jake relies solely on his own physical prowess and doesn't bother with the protective uniform. Strange choice, considering the benefits it could provide against attacks.

Oh, and Diary, I must confess that my neck and shoulders ache from the exhaustive report I had to write yesterday. There were numerous incidents involving Jake's confrontations with various individuals, and detailing them all took quite a toll on my body.

So we may see each other again a bit later.

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[ Right Here ]

marc spector x f!reader

about this fic: marc's been hunting a criminal all week. now, that his work is done, he can spend some well-deserved time with his wife.

content/warnings: NSFW, mentions of crime/violence, moon knight suit, marc and reader are married, daddy!marc and sub!reader, marc talks you through it, lingerie, eye contact, praise kink, PIV sex, fingering, needy reader, multiple orgasms, creampie (& breeding kink if you squint), aftercare and vague mention of sub-drop

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Marc’s had a stressful week. Well, more stressful than usual.

A serial killer with a talent for disappearing just in the knick of time had been wreaking havoc on the city. He usually struck in the early hours of the morning, and Marc has spent most of the last few days running on fumes, trying to stay up and catch the killer before he strikes again.

In times like these, he’ll usually pass the body off to Steven or Jake during the day so he can at least get some mental rest. For this particular criminal, Marc’s had to spend his off-hours pouring over police reports and discreetly interviewing bystanders. It’s not his favorite part of the job.

It’s made him grumpier than usual, but you don’t mind. You make sure he eats and gets a bit of rest in the afternoons. The anxiety’s been getting to him. He’s tense constantly, even when you try to rub it from his shoulders or kiss it away. Marc needs space and silence to work, which hasn’t left much time for you to be together this week. To be honest, it’s driving you a bit mad.

You love your husband. His work is important and you’ll support him however you can- even if that means he needs some space. That doesn’t mean you don’t have needs though…

You’ve tried to take care of things yourself, but it only douses the fire to a spark. You don’t push. You’ve reminded yourself all week that Marc will take care of you soon.

And it’ll all be over tonight; Marc found him.

A lead brought him to a possible location, so he staked it out last night. Sure enough, it was the killer’s flat. With a quick scan of the building, Marc found an easy way in and out. He’d catch him tonight.

Marc said it wouldn’t take long, and he’d be home before sunrise. Even though he’d probably just want a shower and a hot meal, you planned a little surprise for him.

It’s been awhile since you’ve worn his favorite lingerie: a black babydoll with a cut-out between your breasts and hips that hugs your body perfectly. You reserve it for special occasions, and you’ve determined this is one of them.

You get ready for bed around 11, but leave your hair down and done as it was all day. You take off your makeup and use your favorite skincare products, stopping to admire the fresh-faced, sexy woman in the mirror.

You’re usually a bit more verbal in your requests, but you’ve been far too worried you’ll interrupt Marc this week. Besides, this is as good a method as any. You feel beautiful, and you’re damn sure you look beautiful too.

It’ll still be awhile before Marc is home, so you climb into bed with a book to pass the time. A couple hours pass and your eyelids get heavy, so you stand and walk over to the window to open it.

Marc can’t exactly walk through the front door to the flat in the suit, but he does like to make sure everything is in order when he gets home. He usually just drops onto the fire escape and sneaks in that way. It was way too hot to open the window earlier, but the night air is much more pleasant than when the sun was out.

You yawn, climbing back into bed. He can’t be long now. Maybe you could just… rest your eyes for a little bit. The sheets feel so soft against the lace, and it’s nice to relax in next to nothing. You sprawl out on the bed, yawning again as you close your eyes to enjoy the feeling.

A clang on the fire escape stirs you awake. Marc’s back.

Your eyes shoot open, then the drowsiness of a short nap hits you. How long have you been asleep? Oh, it’s all ruined… You were supposed to be awake in your lingerie. Now you just feel silly.

You’d rolled over in your sleep, but you can hear Marc closing the window behind you. Your breath quivers; you were supposed to be the one with the surprise!

There’s a heavy silence for a moment, only broken by the shifting of thick fabric as a gloved hand begins to caress your thigh.

“Oh, honey…” comes a muffled voice from above you. “You look beautiful.”

You roll onto your back slowly and Marc’s glowing eyes meet yours. “Hi, sweetheart.” It comes out more sheepish than sexy. You stretch, bending your body in a way that has Marc’s eyes drifting. “Did you… Did you get him?” you ask.

“Yes,” Marc says quietly. His mask recedes and he smiles at you with a furrowed brow. “But don’t worry about that, okay?”

You nod, but his tight expression makes you second guess him. You give him a once over. There’s a bit of blood on the suit, but he doesn’t look like he’s in any pain.

“Are you hurt?” you ask anyway. It’s routine at this point.

“I’m alright. I swear,” Marc says. Sometimes he lies and you find injuries the next day, but you can tell he’s being genuine when he lets the rest of the suit unravel and tuck itself away for the next adventure.

He climbs on top of you, slotting your legs together and pressing his lips to yours. It turns heated quickly. You’ve kissed in passing, but it’s been days since you’ve properly made out. When you gasp against his lips, Marc pulls back and brings a hand to the side of your face.

“I’ve neglected you,” he says, taking the chance to kiss your neck. He finds your pulse point in a practiced dance with his tongue, arousing you much quicker than you’d anticipated.

“I-It’s okay,” you say, trying and failing not to roll your hips up any more. “You had to work.”

Marc’s teeth scrape along the shell of your ear. “But I have neglected you,” he whispers, sending a shiver across your whole body. He chuckles lowly. “Look at you… So worked up.”

You whimper at that, and Marc pulls back to look at you. He takes two fingers and traces them down the lace babydoll, stopping to hold your hips and run his thumbs across your skin where the cut-outs expose it. “You’re so good to me, baby,” he says quietly, leaning down to kiss you again.

You’re acutely aware of his hand placement with how bad you need him, so you don’t miss how Marc gently snaps the thin elastic at the crease of your thigh.

“Please,” spills out of you before you can stop yourself.

Marc smiles, dipping his hand a bit lower to run his fingers across the soaked lace. He groans, pleased. “All for me?”

“Yes,” you say, biting your lip. You decide to be extra sweet and throw in his favorite title. “Yes, daddy.”

He inhales, pressing as close as he can without crushing you. You feel his hard cock press against your thigh as he goes back to kiss your neck as a reward. “You need it so bad, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” you whine, trying to get a little friction while his fingers are still resting on your pussy. He lets you have a moment of fun before he moves back and settles between your legs. “Please,” you whine again, already missing the stimulation.

“It’s okay, babygirl,” Marc says, pulling the lace to the side. It’s his favorite feature. “I’ll give it to you. I just want to make sure you’re nice and ready for me, okay?”

You start to nod again before Marc’s fingers push into you, making you throw your head back instead. You’re loose enough for two to fit without any trouble.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone this week, hm?” Marc says. You let out a little uh-huh, not able to say much else in the way of affirmation. Marc presses his thumb to your clit, loving the way you try not to writhe when he circles it slowly. “Such a good girl, taking care of herself when daddy wasn’t there…”

Usually, he’d degrade you a bit for not asking for his help. In some strange way, it makes you proud of yourself. Recognizing you’ve got Marc in a corner now, you decide to push your luck.

“Need your cock,” you say, pushing against his fingers for emphasis. “Please,” you add, bringing out your best doe-eyes.

Marc lets out a low moan, withdrawing his fingers and shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Fuck, you’re too sweet when you beg,” he says, climbing on top of you and lining up at your entrance. “Can’t say no to you, honey…”

Marc pushes inside and your hands come up, tangling in his hair. He moans when you tug at his curls, using them to ground yourself as you adjust to the stretch.

“So tight,” he groans. “You okay?” You nod, reassuring him you can still take it after a week off. He lets you set the pace even with the confirmation.

You’d imagined him fucking you hard and deep, pent up and high on adrenaline. You’d wanted it that way when you fantasized about this the night before. But now, neither of you can seem to pick up the pace, content to hold each other close and feel as much as you can.

Still, Marc’s hitting all the right spots. With a few days of just your hands and vibrator, the way his dick stretches you out is perfect. It’s sending you toward the edge, and Marc can tell.

He finds your clit again, rubbing it gently so he doesn’t overwhelm you too quickly. “Look at me, baby,” Marc says, and you obey without question. “I want to see those pretty eyes when you come for me.”

You blush when he says it. He’s so close, and the desire in his eyes makes your core tighten even more. Your nails dig into his back.

Marc feels you clench around him. “I’ve got you, babygirl. Let go for me.”

The way your legs shake sends a wave of embarrassment through you as the first wave of your orgasm hits you. You bite your lip and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to relax as much as you can under the intensity of it all. You knew you were a bit frustrated, but this was a lot.

You take a shaky breath and open your eyes again. Marc is smiling at you.

“Good girl, baby…” he praises, not slowing his steady pace. His lips form a teasing pout before he smirks at you. “But you weren’t looking at me. You’ll have to come again, okay?”

Your mouth hangs open as you try to pull yourself together. Your body starts to tremble as the overstimulation starts to set in.

“Daddy,” you sob, unable to stop tears from collecting in your eyes. You hold onto Marc for dear life while he continues against your squirming.

He stares into your glassy eyes. “I know, sweetie, you can do it… You just come one more time for me and I’ll fill you up,” Marc promises, not easing up on your clit.

“Can’t…” You’re too whiny for your own good, but Marc’s not in a punishing mood. He gives you the space to squirm and struggle. In fact, he actually seems to enjoy it. He doesn’t make you beg tonight.

“It’s okay. I know you can, alright?” Marc whispers, giving you a break from the intense eye contact by kissing across your collarbones. “You want my cum, don’t you? Want me to fill you up?”

You nod, and Marc comes back up to look at you. “Atta girl.”

The praise is always too much. Now he’s got you in a corner.

“M’gonna come,” you whimper, reaching for any part of Marc you can. You’re sure his back is littered with scratches and half-moon marks by now.

“There you go,” Marc encourages. “Come on, keep those eyes here, babygirl…”

Your bottom lip quivers as you gear up for the second orgasm. This time, you need the eye contact from Marc. It feels like he’s holding you from the inside out, and you need that tether with how much your head is spinning.

Marc’s thumb runs across your bottom lip as he holds the side of your face. “Daddy’s got you, honey. You can let go.”

That’s all you need to finish. You stay locked on Marc’s beautiful brown eyes, fighting not to throw your head back with all the squirming you’re doing from the neck down. He talks you through it, even though you can barely hear him.

“I’m gonna come inside you now, baby,” Marc groans, his own body shaking a bit as he releases inside you, painting your walls with his come.

He stays there for a minute, catching his breath before pulling out and rolling you onto your side. You feel his spend leak onto your thighs as you try not to let your eyes close again.

Your sleepy, spaced-out brain doesn’t comprehend that Marc left until you realize he’s gone. You hear water running, which breaks the panic in you, but you still feel a strange separation anxiety until he comes back into the bedroom.

“Let’s get you comfy,” Marc says, guiding you to sit up. He undoes the clasps on the back of your lingerie and helps slide it down your arms and legs. He brings a warm cloth between your thighs, working quickly to clean up the mess he left. You have new panties and a t-shirt on soon, and Marc helps you lie down again.

He’s coming into bed too, but you pull on his wrist gently in hopes that he’ll get next to you quicker.

“I’m here, I’m here,” Marc whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing the top of your head. “Do you feel okay?”

“Mhm,” you mumble against his skin. “Just need you here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Marc says, rubbing ovals up and down your back. “Feel a little floaty?” he asks. You nod, and he tangles your legs together. “That’s okay. You’re safe with me, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

this was stuck in my head for a couple days and I had a ton of fun writing it! it was a nice break from the longer wips. classes start tomorrow so I'm not sure when they'll be done, but you can join the moon knight tag list while you wait!

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tag list: @volatile-voice @soft-girl-musings @howaboutcastiel @wyldeflower @banana-cheese-cake @steven-grants-world @patchesofwork @darlinglittledevil @jayden-killer @the-fox-den @hotmessmageereads @drinkingwithkhonshu @melodygatesauthor @summonthesoups @whatthefishh @iggee-rose @romanarose @charnelhouse

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Javier Peña in Every Episode: Sin Salida

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The Goldfish Problem

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A Taste of your Own

{Sam Drake x F!Reader PWP🔞}

Sam’s had his fun with you, and earned thousands from screwing you over. Absolutely ravenous to see him humbled, you’ve devised a plan to get your own back. You could’ve been the bigger person and let it all go, but it’s much more fun to give him a taste of his own medicine. Right?

She’s back after a convenient six months with some more silly, poorly written pwp. I hope you enjoy. I’m not too sure how I feel about it, but it’s different, and fun ig :o Lmk what you think!

(This is your final warning for dubcon and general depravity- head on over to ao3 for more detailed tags- also, it’s very long and plotty, so once more, I implore you to read ’Best Served Cold’ to jog your memory on previous events that have occurred in this silly little timeline. TY <333)

((Also love and hugs to @bluewingedangel for moral support and listening to my rants, and @lilsnatch for the girl boss encouragement and for providing me with the funniest line in this godforsaken thing. Ily))

Word Count: It’s a long old boyo- 11.5k 🥴

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How each moon boy would bath/shower with you (nsfw).

summary: what the title says!

warning: fluff & smut (minors dni) handjob, male receiving oral, fingering, grinding, minor praise kink, slight Spanish (not my first language)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: just a few thots i have for my moon boys. something to post while i work on my WIP’s. enjoy <3

minors/ageless blogs dni.

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THIS IS OSCAR ISAAC listening to me, responding to me, smiling at me and then laughing.

Life checklist complete ✅ I can die happy *SCREAMS ETERNALLY*

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Spy diary

July 1, 20XX, 11:00 PM

July 3, 20XX, 11:00 AM

July 4, 20XX, 2:30 PM

July 3, 20XX, 5:45 AM

July 7, 20XX, 8:30 PM

July 12, 20XX, 6:15 AM

July 14, 20XX, 10:00 PM

I have already reported this to my leader so I guess, I just need to wait for the response now.

July 21, 20XX, 10:00 AM

Diary,

So we may see each other again a bit later.

#moon boys #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant #moon knight #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #jake lockely

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When Moon boys are locked out of their house after losing their keys.

Steven: (will panic and pacing around in front of the door) arfggh where did I lose the key!!

nonono 😱😱

Bollocks!!"

Marc: (think about where he had been and follow the steps backward. Or if he can not be bothered, he will pick the lock ) oh well.

Jake: (He will forcefully open the door. Body or hammer 🔨)

#steven grant #moon knight #moon boys #marc spector #jake lockely

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The Men in the Mirror - Part One

Jake/Steven/Marc

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Summary

After another failed date, Steven finds himself alone again, feeling the weight of his perpetual loneliness crushing him. One thing he's forgetting though, is that he's never alone...not really.

Tags/Warnings (for entire series)

NSFW, self-cest, Marc has DID, headspace sex, dirty talk, anal creampie, masturbation, secret relationship, one-night stands, p in v creampie, anal sex, vaginal sex, m/m, jake/steven, jake/steven/marc, marc/jake, marc/steven, anal fingering. I KNOW THIS IS SOMEWHAT OF A TABOO TOPIC, DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT. K THX.

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Steven stepped into his dingy flat, slamming the door behind himself and flopping on the couch in a huff. He covered his face with his hands, groaning deeply in frustration. He felt empty inside, like there weren’t any emotions left for him to give. Until he let the dread set in…the dread that he was a thirty-eight year old man who couldn’t land a girlfriend to save his life. He was going to be alone forever.

Why was it so difficult? He was a smart, kind, gentleman; he was everything women said they wanted. Thanks to Marc, he even had a good body, not overly toned but certainly fit. Out of the corner of his eye, Steven could see Jake in the television screen. He didn’t feel like talking to him right now, so he lay down and turned his head to the side.

“You know I’m in your head, right? The reflections don’t stop me from talking to you, pendejo.”

“Not in the mood for you to be mean to me right now Jake.” Steven pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and curled up in it.

It was quiet for a moment, but Jake finally piped up, “she wasn’t good enough for you anyway.”

Steven sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. At those, uncharacteristically kind, words from Jake, Steven turned around to look at the television again. He wiped his nostril on the sleeve of his coat.

“What do you mean by that?” Steven asked in a low voice, expecting the pleasantries to fade now that the other alter had Steven’s full attention.

“Look at you, sure you wear your baggy shirts, and maybe a comb wouldn’t hurt but–”

“You’re not really–”

“-BUT…you are good looking, and you have that adorable awkward thing going that I know some women lose their shit over.”

“Well, none of the ones I’ve been talkin’ to then.”

After yet another deafening silence, save for the ticking of the clock, Steven decided he would do the one thing he normally did to get over a rough date and started working on unbuttoning his pants. It didn’t always work, but it would at least help take his mind off it.

“Time f’you to go mate, gonna have a minute to m’self yeah?”

It was either spend the next several hours crying, or have a good wank so he could at least tire himself out so he could sleep. It wasn’t like this was new, him going home alone after a date. He wasn’t going to mope this time though. Steven pushed his pants down to his thighs along with his boxer-briefs. He wasn’t even hard, he didn’t know why he was doing this other than he just wanted to try and feel good…to feel something.

He just looked at his soft cock, flopped against his inner thigh as though it were dejected as he was. He ran his hands over his face in frustration, he couldn’t even bring himself to jerk off. As he started to pull his pants back up, he heard Jake clear his throat.

“I told you to go away Jake, can’t I get a minute alone please?”

Steven looked at the television again, and there Jake was, staring back. He always had that little mischievous smirk, as though he were up to something naughty. Steven’s chest felt heavy, like he was about to cry, but he didn’t want to spend another night sobbing into his pillow and then have to explain to Marc why their eyes were red and puffy in the morning.

“I don’t think that’s what you really want…is it Steven?” Jake said finally.

“No, I’m pretty sure that I do want to be alone, from you anyway” he said, continuing to tug the pants up.

“Listen, I know what you’re trying to do, let me at least help you get started, si?”

“That’s a bit…well…odd innit?” Steven stopped trying to cover himself now. He was admittedly intrigued by Jake’s proposition.

“Doesn’t have to be. Just helping you amigo, nothing strange about that. Besides, we share a body don’t we?” Steven shrugged and nodded, seeing that Jake had a point, “so just let me get you going, alright?”

Steven pulled the pants back down, “okay, alright yeah.”

This was strange, but Steven was willing to try anything at this point. Not to mention, Jake wasn’t always the most helpful, so if he was going to try and be nice for once, Steven wasn’t going to question it. He sighed heavily, looking at his soft cock again.

“Okay, close your eyes for me and listen.” Steven did as Jake demanded, closing his eyes tight. “Bueno. Now, do you remember that waitress from the diner a few weeks ago?”

“Erm…yeah…I think I do.” Steven looked over at Jake.

“Close your eyes.”

Steven shut them again quickly, “I remember the waitress. She had pretty hair and eyes.”

“Si, that’s the one. You know I went back later and offered her a ride home. Only made it halfway to her place before she was bent over the center console sucking my–”

“How is this supposed to be helping?” Steven asked, keeping his eyes closed.

“Okay then,” Jake was going to need to get more creative since painting the picture of sex didn’t seem to be working for Steven. He softened his voice a little, what if he coached him? “Drag your fingertips from your balls all the way to the tip then. Tell me how that feels.”

Steven hesitated, unsure of how he felt taking masturbation orders from Jake, but he complied anyway. The smooth pads of his fingers felt good against the softness of his cock. The nerve endings in his length came alive as he reached the tip. It pulsated a little under his touch.

“F-feels good,” Steven’s voice broke in a breathy whine, “what else should I do?”

Jake was surprised that Steven wanted him to say more, but he was happy to help him get through this. It was the least he could do. He wouldn’t admit it yet, but he liked the idea of watching Steven come undone because of his words alone.

“Go back down again and grip the base…si, just like that,” Jake’s voice was gruff in Steven’s head.

“Okay, thank you Jake this has been really helpful,” he said, now that he felt his erection growing between his fingers, “you don’t have to stay I–”

“Sh, keep going compadre, start jerking yourself off for me.”

Steven did as he was told, but felt a shiver up his spine at Jake’s words. For me, he’d said. Steven had only heard him talk like that when he had some girl in the apartment with her face buried in the mattress and Jake’s cock buried in her cunt. She’d be a drooling fucked out mess, and Jake would tell her, ‘that’s it bebita, you’re so wet ‘for me’, feels good’.

Steven gulped, tossing his head back at the feeling of his firm upward stroke. He knew how to pleasure himself, he’d done it many times before after all, but this time it was different. He knew Jake was watching, and something about the alter’s encouraging words made it feel even better. Steven sat up, collecting a glob of saliva and dropping it down over the length of his cock.

“Good idea, start moving a little faster, tell me how good it feels.”

Steven shuddered out a moan, grabbing the couch cushion underneath himself and squeezing it roughly. He felt the muscles in his abdomen tighten as his body convulsed at the sensation surging through his cock. When Steven looked down he could see how much he was leaking from the slit in his reddened tip. He’d never been so hard before.

“Jake, it feels so amazing, tell me more please–oh-God-please-don’t-stop,” Steven said between breathy moans.

A chuckle escaped Jake while he continued, “Okay Steven, just keep going. You’re doing well, you’re very good at following directions.”

Steven squeezed harder, feeling the precum leak down his length and coating his fingers. Everything was so slippery and slick. The flat was filled with the sounds of Steven’s pleasured groans and wet strokes. He started moving faster, even breaths punching out of his lungs the more he jerked himself.

“Feels nice when you talk to me like that,” he said breathlessly, “is it weird? It’s weird right–oh shit I don’t even care.”

Jake didn’t care if Steven thought it was weird either, because he was enjoying it too. No one knew their body like they did, and so no one knew how to satisfy him like Jake did. It was just a fact, and he was more than happy to see Steven squirming under his own hand to Jake’s words of encouragement.

“Just relax Steven. Focus on the way it feels heavy in your hand. Think about how thick and–”

“I-is this what you think about when you–”

“Steven, don’t talk, just listen.” Steven mumbled and nodded. “Good boy.”

He’d never come so fast by his own hand in all his life. The words had no sooner left Jake’s mouth when Steven’s head flew back and he was thrusting his hips upward into his fist. A choked sound left his lips while hot spurts coated his cock and fingers. He was coming so much, rasping moans into the apartment while his spend trickled down over his hand and onto his pubic hair and thighs.

Steven only realized he’d nearly bit off his bottom lip after mind was cleared from the fog of his orgasm. His body fell limp, spent and sated. He was careful not to touch anything while he reached to the coffee table for a tissue. He looked into the television to say something to Jake, and only saw himself looking back.

Jake was gone.

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