#jake lockely x reader smut

[stormkobra-5]

Red Handed, Part 2

Pairing: Moon Boys (mostly Steven) x Reader

Fic Type: One-Shot Series

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Summary: Marc and Jake have questions about Steven's unexpected actions with you last night; and it looks like you want to get him back with a taste of his own medicine.

A/N: It seems I've become a full-fledged thirst-machine along with the rest of you. Look at me, writing a smutty series. And to think I was shy about writing smut pffff--

Rating/Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, NSFW, pegging, praise kink, softdom!reader, (bratty?)sub!Steven, use of a strap-on, nasty uses of Steven’s batons, fluff, this was supposed to be ridiculously dirty but ended up being goofy and filthy at the same time idk

When Steven woke up to the blinding afternoon sunlight streaming in through the wide-open window, he grimaced and rolled away so violently he almost went right off the side of the bed. His phone alarm started going off, scaring the crap out of him-- why was it set to American military horns...? And why was it so loud? He threw his arm over to shut it off with a groan, groping blindly for it-- until he felt the painful stabs of Marc's little tiny cactus as his hand landed full-force on the table.

"OW! Fuck! Bloody hell!" Steven held his injured hand to his chest as he slowly, cautiously sat up, watching for any more dangers nearby. You were nowhere in sight, but he heard the shower running, so he figured you probably hadn't heard him. Blinking his grogginess away, he looked about and found that the cactus had indeed been moved from its place in the window. “What the...”

“Good morning,” Marc said, eerily calm, within the headspace. Steven leaned over to see him frowning in the reflection of his phone screen. Steven was filled with sudden and utter certainty that it was Marc who moved the damn cactus.

“Morning,” Steven answered warily, only to jump when Jake spoke.

“Buenos Dias, amigo. How you feelin’?”

Steven cautiously stood from the bed, eyes scanning for any sort of further traps hidden about. “I-I’m doing just fine.”

“Excellent,” Marc responds, weirdly soft, and it isn’t until Steven sees his own fist flying at his face that he realizes Marc is pissed off for some reason.

“Oh, shit!” He cries, the force of the impact making him fall backward and cradle his face with his uninjured hand. “Bloody— what the hell, Marc?!”

Jake fought a laugh, turning it into a snort. “Well, hombré, Marc’s always been protective of Y/N...”

“Y/N...” Steven groans as he attempts sitting up, wary of his own limbs. “W-what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Marc snapped. “What happened last night?”

Steven froze, and after a second he was blushing up his neck and straight to his hairline, like a flustered cartoon character. “Uh... Um... I-I don’t think that that’s any of your business, Marc.”

“You don’t know how to be rough, Steven,” Marc scolded, as if speaking to a child. Steven frowned; he knows how protective Marc is of you, he should’ve expected this. “You left her covered in bruises like Jake had had a night with her!”

“Gracías.”

“I’ve never—”

Steven interrupted with a genuine laugh as he finished standing. “You think that’s really the first time, mate?” Silence greeted him, which is exactly what he wanted. Steven shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t even begin to tell you how many times one of you has woken up to her covered in marks and assumed it was the other, cutting me completely out of the equation. I figured I’d keep quiet about it, since that’s private, but that doesn’t really matter now, does it?”

Marc and Jake remained stunned into silence. Jake mumbled to himself in Spanish, probably trying to figure out how many times he’s thought Marc has roughed you up when it’s been Steven. Marc stared at him with wide eyes from the reflection of the fish tank. “Wow, buddy. I uh... never really figured you for the type.”

“I wasn’t,” Steven answered as he made his way to the bathroom door. “Y/N... She helped me get confident enough to be that way with her.” He shot his reflection a timid smile that Marc couldn’t believe had dealt so many bites to their girl’s thighs. “I always take care of her, bruv. You don’t have to worry.”

As he entered the bathroom, he felt Marc and Jake retreating into the headspace, allowing him some sense of privacy with you– although Marc was a little reluctant to do so. Jake snorted at his alter’s hesitance, urging him deeper into the headspace and away from Steven. “It’s happened before, hombré.”

Marc tore his arm from Jake’s grasp roughly, huffing. “Yeah, but… Just not used to it. Steven’s… Steven’s the calm one.”

Jake shrugged. “Yeah, well…”

In the bathroom, Steven splashed cold water onto his face to wake himself up after painstakingly removing each of the cactus’s spines with tweezers. Hearing his little grunts of pain, you poked your head around the shower curtain and smiled. “Morning, Steven.”

Steven smiled softly at the sight of your scrub-reddened face and dripping hair. “‘Ello, love,” He breathed, turning to face you directly instead of looking at you through the mirror. “Mornin.’”

Your brows furrow in confusion and worry. “What happened to your hand?”

Steven shook his head, tugging his shirt over his head. “Nothing serious, darling. Marc just playing a prank on me.” As far as he was concerned, you didn’t need to know that his alters had figured out your activities from last night. That was, as he’d said, private. For as long as it could be, anyway. They’d know the details eventually, probably.

Your eyebrows jumped to your hairline, eyes still focused on the sink even as he stepped out of his sweatpants. “Uh… are those cactus spines?”

Steven sighed heavily. “Yeah.”

You snorted to disguise laughter, reaching forward to take his hand and inspect it. Luckily it seemed not many of the spines had pricked deep enough to bleed very badly, leaving his hand only sore and not as maimed as it had at first felt. “Why?”

“Got me. He’s a sodding ass, that’s why.”

“Aw,” You pecked his lips. “Boys, stop being mean to each other.” Steven smiled broadly at your consideration, always including all of the alters even if they couldn’t hear you. He returned your kiss and tapped your side.

“Move over, love. Let me in there with you, yeah? I’ve gotta go to work.”

Eagerly, you stepped aside and allowed him to enter the shower with you; morning showers were a peaceful little thing you both enjoyed. It was a way to spend some extra time together before you both had to leave for work, although the time you spent washing each other was interrupted with snuck kisses and long skin-to-skin embraces, especially after a night like that.

You hummed as Steven hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before nuzzling into your neck. “Love you,” He whispered.

“Love you too,” You responded in a tone that mimicked his.

Steven reached for the shampoo. “I know you probably already have, but can I wash your hair real quick, love?”

You tilt your head back a little for him, touched that he found washing your hair so relaxing; though if you were honest, you could say the same about him. “Of course, Steven.”

Turning in his arms to face him, you let him put some in your hands before you spent the morning washing each other’s hair and sneaking kisses under the hot water.

———

“Honey, I’m home!” You called dramatically as you entered your shared flat with the boys. As you kicked your shoes off, you paused thoughtfully, amused with your own crappy jokes. “Or, is it, honeys? Honeys? Yes, I believe so. Honeys, I’m home!”

You all but skipped around the corner to find Marc— because from the way he was standing and dressed, and his hair, he was clearly Marc— grinning at you mischievously from behind the counter. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey…” You said warily, glancing around for any sign of a trap. “...What is it?”

“Nothin,’” he answered, which was very much code for “something.”

“Uh-huh,” You said, entirely unconvinced.

“Jake and I got you something,” Marc said. Here your concern grew exponentially, and at the narrowing of your eyes, Marc laughed and shook his head. “No, it’s nothing bad.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know what happened last night between you and Steven—“ you flushed at the memory, unbidden heat rising in your face. Steven’s been dominant before with your help— giving him pointers or leading him on, or even allowing him to watch how Marc and Jake do it— but never so filthy on his own. You wonder if it had something to do with his suit. “But he’s been pouting all day.”

…….

Wait what?

“Pouting?” Your voice comes out whinier than you’d meant it too. Hadn’t you been a good girl for him? Hadn’t he enjoyed it? He’d seemed to be just fine with it last night, more than, and you’re wondering where you went wrong.

“Not because of you, sweetheart,” Marc promised. “At least, nothing you did. More of what you didn’t do.”

You set your things on the counter between you both, concerned and confused. “What didn’t I do?”

Marc reached down and grabbed something before tossing it onto the counter. Curiously, you picked it up, eyebrow jerking up when you realized what it was. “Lube?”

“For the batons,” Marc answered with a suggestive wink, and then his expression glassed over. You were left with a surprised Steven as Marc departed into the headspace, and his expression grew only more confused as the seconds passed on. “You… don’t want the body? Either of you?” He prodded incredulously, brows furrowed. “...You’re tired? Both of you at once?”

He looked at you and shrugged. “Oh, well. More time with you, then, darling.” He leaned across the counter to peck your lips. “Welcome home, love. How was your day?”

“Good,” You preened at him, flushing and beaming all over the place. Hidden behind your back was the bottle of lube. “Yours?”

“Bloody terrible,” He huffed, hanging his head. “I don’t wanna talk about it... I am gonna take a shower, though, get out of these bloody jeans Marc insists on wearing.”

“Okay,” You chirped, “I’ll wait for you.”

Steven absentmindedly nodded as you made your way to the bedroom. You waited until you heard the water running before opening the closet and grabbing the box of toys that Steven kept in there— each of the boys had one, and his was smaller and less full, but it did contain something very integral for intimacy between the two of you: the strap-on.

Marc hadn’t wanted to use it yet, and Jake had only rarely; it was Steven who couldn’t get enough of it. You were surprised when he’d shyly asked you if you could try it one day, and he’d loved it so much that he was honestly embarrassed about it at first. Now he wasn’t, though, encouraged by you as he was.

You set it on the bed next to the lube— it was the most recent of strap-ons that had been collected, because despite how small he started with, he wants more every time. The strap-on you selected is almost big enough to rival his own endowments, and it hasn’t been used yet. It’s perfect. You wondered if he’d let you wear the Mr. Knight suit...

No, you didn’t want to overwhelm him. After all, Steven was only just recently getting used to the idea of being dominant with you. Asking to wear his suit might just make him cum on the spot if he sees the strap-on and lube on the bed, too. You can save that for another time.

You’ve only just finished changing– or really, just taking off your clothes until you’re in your bra and underwear– when the water shuts off; Steven’s showers, when he’s not in there with you, are usually quick, so you’re not surprised. He comes out a few moments later, wearing those gray sweatpants and the warm black sweater you love to snuggle him in. His newly-parted hair is still dripping a little as he carries the used towels over to the laundry baskets, passing by the doorway without a second glance.

You smirk, biting your lip to try and stifle a snicker. “Love, have you seen my glasses?” You hear him ask, and you do snort this time.

“No, why?”

“I wanted to do some reading,” he responds, and you recognize the sounds of him throwing some laundry in. Oh boy. Steven. You sweet thing. Didn’t even notice. “I just got this amazing new book from the library– you were right, love, I should’ve been using it the whole time! A ton of new books came in!” From your place on the bed, you listen as he starts up the washer and dryer, eyes following him as he makes his way to the kitchen. “But this one I’m really excited about is all about the Ennead– you know, the supergroup of Egyptian gods?” He pours what sounds like, tea, or coffee… “Nine gods, all of them kind of in charge all at once I suppose. Horus, Osiris, Tefnut– hey, I wonder if… Now Khonshu’s never mentioned him, but…” Finally, he starts to come around the corner and into the bedroom, holding the cups of tea. “I wonder if Apophis is causing any kind of trouble these days. Wouldn’t that be wick– bloody fucking hell–” At seeing you sitting on the bed desperately trying to stifle your laughter into your hand, he quite literally halts in his tracks and drops the tea to the floor, wide eyes focused on your all-but-naked body.

“Hi,” You giggled.

He shook his head, trying to hide his own smile. “You little minx, you. Lettin’ me go on like that, instead of telling me to come straight to bed…”

Poor baby. He still hasn’t noticed the strap-on sitting next to you. Steven comes to stand at the edge of the bed, and you come to meet him on your knees, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands find your waist as he kisses you passionately, licking as deep into your mouth as he can go–

–then he notices.

His brow furrows and he pulls back slightly. “I-Is that what I think it is?” He’s already breathless, and you haven’t done more than kiss.

Feigning innocence, you glance over your shoulder before smiling at him. “Why, yes. Yes it is.” He swallowed hard, his addam’s apple jerking in his throat. His eyes, lust-blown, flick from the strap-on to you with an almost feral want. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, and you can’t stifle a giggle– Marc was right. Apparently Steven was needy today. You card your fingers through his curls, making him shudder. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

Steven manages a stuttering gasp. “I-I need you. Please.”

“Aw,” You laugh, “Steven, you don’t need to beg. But I do wanna ask you something, first.”

“Of course,” He answered, like he wasn’t trying to keep from grinding his hips against you. “A-anything.”

“Can… Can I use your batons? On you?”

Steven’s never looked more shocked. His eyebrow lifts so that it almost disappears behind the curls dangling over his forehead, mouth hanging open a little. “M-my batons? Like how I used them on you last night?”

“Yeah,” You said, a little awkwardly. “I mean, you can totally say no if you don’t want to, I don’t want you to think you have to–”

He interrupted you by capturing your mouth with his in a desperate kiss that only lasted, really, long enough to shut you up. “I guess it’s only fair, right? I did use them on you, after all.”

“Steven,” You scold lightly, “I don’t want you to do this because you think it’s unfair if you don’t. You can say no.”

“Yeah, well–” He lifted you up and threw you onto the bed, making a slight yelp of surprise slip out of your throat, quickly followed by your laughter. “Maybe I don’t want to say no.” He flicked his arms and his batons shot out of his sleeves, into his hands. He paused in handing them to you, noticing how you were looking at him. “...What?”

“Steven?”

“Yes?”

“You whipping a couple of batons out of your pajamas should not be ridiculously sexy. Remind me to add that to the ever-growing list of kinks you boys have inspired in me.”

Steven burst into deep laughter, doubling over to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to hug you. You laughed even harder then, as he rolled over onto his back and pulled you with him. Eventually, your laughter slowed to a halt as you hovered over him, a hand on either side of his head. His eyes sparkled with adoration, a hand coming up to caress your cheek. “Look at that smile, dove. You’re so beautiful.”

You gently pulled on a couple of his damp curls. “You’re pretty too, Steven.”

He hummed, leaning up to kiss you in that filthy, dirty way that meant he was done with being all soft and cuddly for the moment. “Yeah, alright. You gonna fuck me now or what?” You giggled again, making him suppress a chuckle. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” You managed, “Just remembering the first time you tried to say something like that. All stuttering and blushing. You said that just now without thinking twice.”

He nuzzled into the side of your face with a smile, hands running up and down your sides. “That’s ‘cause I’ve got you on top of me, darling.” He nipped at your ear, spurring you into action. You sat back, making him groan triumphantly as you purposefully set your weight onto his growing erection. “Finally–”

You pushed his hands over his head when he reached for you. “Uh-uh.”

“Wha– but, love–” He reached for you again with a whine, and you just repeated the gesture with an amused smile.

“No. Be a good boy and keep your hands up.” Steven growled and looked like he was meaning to try and grab you again. That’s the thing about domming Steven– he was always such a brat. Yes, he wanted nothing more than to please you, but when you were fucking him, he showed a bratty, whiny side that was rare for you to see. “You want me to tie you up?”

He narrowed his eyes. “...No.”

“Want me to fuck you?” You asked, as innocently as that sentence can possibly be uttered.

He fixed you with a hungry look that you could have mistaken for Marc, or even Jake, if you didn’t know how Steven reacted to this kind of thing. When he didn’t respond immediately, you bit your lip and shifted so that you were able to grind on his lap. He threw his head back into the pillows, fisting into the cases and ensuring there was no way in hell they’d ever return to their original shape. “Yes! Please, yes!”

“Good boy,” You chirped as you hopped off of him, pretending to ignore his whine at the loss of contact. You picked up one of his batons, mouth falling open at how heavy it was. “Oh, hell, Steven–” He immediately sat up, sensing your tone was serious. “These are… really heavy. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Steven smiled, reaching over to knead your hip– getting away with moving, in his own sneaky little way. “Aw, love, you won’t hurt me; I promise I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much, yeah? We’ll use the color system. I’ll say red if I need to.”

“You damn well better,” You snorted, testing the weight of the baton in your hand… and getting an idea for a little... practice. You lifted your head and shot him a grin. “Open your mouth.”

“Oh?” Steven chuckled, tickling your sides a little. “You’re a naughty little minx, aren’t you?”

“Learned from the best,” You quipped, and despite the flush dusting his tawny cheeks, he did open his mouth for you. You lifted the baton– careful of his teeth, however– and slowly slid it into his mouth, very carefully. When you hit his gag reflex by accident and he choked, you started to pull back, not liking the horrible sound he emitted as it hit the back of his throat, or the fact that his whole face screwed up from the impact even at such a slow pace. “Sorry–!” You jumped when his hand shot to your wrist, grabbing hold of it and stopping you. His eyes snapped open, fixing you with a stern, hungry glare that said don’t even think about it. “But, Steven–” He then, quite literally, growled. With his free hand, he lifted up three fingers– the signal, for when words couldn’t be used, for green. Keep going.

“You sure?” You ask, just to be certain. He nods as well as he can around the baton, bracing himself for you to move. A part of you wants to remove his hand from your wrist, tell him to be a good boy and not touch you, but this way, he can help control the pace, help you lift the heavy baton and keep from hurting him. You let him help you slide the baton back and forth as he bobs his head with a soft moan that goes straight to your core, his eyes shutting– your eyes flick down and you swat his hand away from his crotch with your free hand. “Easy, sweet boy. I’ll do that part.”

Steven gasped, moaning even louder when you started to palm him through his sweats. His hips rock into your touch, until his whole body is moving against your ministrations. His loud, obscene moans are at a point beyond pornographic, music to your ears as you bring him to the edge. As his hips pick up speed against you, he sucks in his cheeks and pulls on the baton, distracting you from his hands slipping into your underwear. By the time you realize it, you can’t deny him, hissing as his fingers slip through your slick folds. He groans deep in his chest, breathing becoming rapid as he tries to stave off his release until you reach yours. You accidentally choke him when he presses two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of your drenched heat and curling them against our G-spot with almost painful ferocity.

He cums first; gagging against the baton as he shoots ropes of his release into his pants, soaking them completely. His hips stutter as he grinds into your hand, riding out his high, before curling his fingers in such a way that you fly over that edge yourself with a wild cry. Once you’ve both calmed, the post-orgasm afterglow still clinging to your bodies, you slowly remove the baton from his mouth as he pulls his fingers out of you, resting his hands on your hips. His eyes are red, tears streaming down his face and lips wet and swollen. “You okay?” You ask softly, worried you’d hurt him.

“I’m–” He gags with a shudder, swallowing hard and blinking rapidly. “I’m aces. Just aces. Promise, love.” His voice is hoarse; you wouldn’t be surprised if he needs to have a couple of slushies later. They always help his throat if he’s been sucking the strap-on, so why not a baton? He nuzzled into your neck, huffing out soft breaths as he guides your hand back to his crotch, where he was already hardening again. “Love…” He whined against your skin, unclipping your bra.

You ran your fingers through his soaking hair. “Such a good boy,” you coo, “Ready for me to open you up with this? Get you ready for me?”

“Yeah,” He whispered, breath hitching as you tugged his shirt off. “Lemme just… Take my bottoms off, yeah?” As he stripped off his pants and boxers, you lubed up the baton, frowning as you tested the sharpness of the edges. You turned to see Steven standing there in all his golden naked glory, lit from the setting sun and looking for all the world like an Egyptian prince.

“Hey there, pharaoh,” You purred, and Steven flushed as he climbed onto the bed beside you. “Lay back, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you– promise you’ll tell me if it hurts.”

“Promise,” Steven panted, eagerly doing as you asked. You crawled on top of him, gasping when he took hold of your hips and situated you so that you were straddling his thigh, your folds meeting his bare skin. He shot you a bashful smile. “You need to get off too, love.” You leaned down and pecked his lips– Steven was always so sweet and considerate, even now.

You tapped his knees, urging him to spread his legs. Bracing yourself on his shoulder, you teased his entrance with the lubed end of the baton, making him gasp. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” He breathed, already rocking against you– it’s almost like he’s bouncing in excitement, and you can’t help but giggle as you start to slip the baton into him. He groans deep, throwing his head back. “O-oh– agh–”

“This okay?”

“So good,” Steven groaned, holding on tightly to your upper arms as he tried to rock on the baton. “So good, keep going, keep going– agh–” It wasn’t long before you’d “bottomed out” the baton so to speak. He cried out, shifting his whole body up and down on the sliver of metal with a silent scream, eyes rolling back. “Oh, love, it– agh, unh–” His head fell back as you pumped the baton in and out of him, jaw moving like a fish gasping for air as he grunted and groaned and urged you to go faster. With one hand, he stroked his throbbing red-purple length, and his other squeezed your breasts as you ground your heat against his thigh.

You were a little ashamed to say that the sight of him so pretty and needing and spread out before you turned you on to such a point that you were cumming hard, drenching his thigh in your juices– but as you descended from your high, you realized you’d all but stopped moving the baton. Steven bucked his hips into you desperately, letting out a whine. “P-please love, please don’t stop–”

“You want me to use the strap-on now, sweet thing?”

“Y-yeah, let’s do that,” He panted, letting out a cry when you slid the baton from him. Hurriedly, he helped you to strap the toy to your hips, letting you turn him around so that he’s on his hands and knees before you sink into him. The pressure in his stomach, the stretch he was unaccustomed to, the sensation of being so full– he yelped in a combination of surprise, pain, and pleasure, groaning when you gently started thrusting tentatively. “Oh, baby, faster, faster faster faster–”

His arms gave out, and he buried his face in the pillows as your hips snapped into his relentlessly. One hand was in your eyesight, fisting in the pillows beside where he bit down to try and stifle his groans, and the other was furiously pumping his length. He moaned your name repeatedly, voice catching and breaking in his sore throat. His groans grew louder, less coherent, until he suddenly, with a loud yell, came harder than he had in awhile, covering the sheets in his release. Slowly, he collapsed onto his stomach, all in his mess, gasping as you pulled out.

You tossed the strap-on to the side before guiding his boneless body to the bath, where you ran some warm water for the both of you. It was only after sitting there for several minutes that he noticed you staring at him with a knowing smile on your face. “...What?” He managed roughly.

“So how long were you there?” You challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Marc?”

“Huh?” His dark eyes widened. Within the headspace, Jake and Steven started miming paying up on bets. “I-I don’t–”

You crossed your arms haughtily, tilting your chin up. “First of all, Steven’s more of a brat.”

“Hey,” Steven protested weakly from within the headspace, knowing full well you couldn’t hear him. “...Actually, she’s right.”

“Second of all,” You continued, “Steven doesn’t call me baby. Never has. Jake hasn’t either. That’s a you thing.”

Marc sat there, for a second, stunned, and then blinked rapidly as if you’d splashed cold water on his face. “...Oh shit…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering kisses along his jaw and temple. “Aw, baby, if you wanted it like that, why didn’t you just ask?”

“Okay…” He sighed, resting his chin on top of your head so that you couldn’t see his blush. “So I’m not the type of guy who can just ask his girl to fuck him like that. So what?”

“Did Steven know you planned this?” You chuckled, realizing he must have heard details of last night’s events from Steven and used it to his advantage.

“No,” He answered honestly. “Jake did. I uh…”

“You should have seen the way he fucking begged to take the body, princesa,” Jake chuckled within the headspace. Joining him was Steven’s disgruntled, “You’re just lucky I’d already gotten off, mate.”

“I asked,” Marc specified, loudly enough so that he could hear himself over his inputting alters, “I asked if I could… have the body while you used the strap-on.” He mumbled the last bit of his sentence, hurrying it along, but you smirked, hearing it nonetheless. You sat back to look into his eyes, smiling at the flush adorning the apples of his cheeks when he couldn’t help but copy your little grin.

“You like it?” You knew the answer, of course, just from the way he’d acted. Marc Spector liked to be pegged, and you were just glad you were the one doing it.

Marc frowned at you. “...Do I really have to answer that?”

“No. The mess you made is proof enough.”

He frowned and blushed further, making you giggle and rub your nose against his. “Guess we’ll have to do that more often, huh?”

“Yeah,” He admitted softly, kissing your neck and rubbing your back. “I’ll repay the favor, babe. Just you wait.”

“Can’t wait, Spector,” you cooed, and although the rest of the evening was spent cuddling in the bathtub, cleaning up the sheets, and then cuddling in the bed, Marc was fully intending to make good on his promise to make it up to you.

The next day, following Jake’s advice, he went to the cabbie’s favorite sex store. “Trust me, hombré,” Jake said, almost menacingly, “She’ll be cumming so hard she’ll forget who she is.”

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It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips. 

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins. 

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly. 

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."

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Sleeping Beauty

Summary: After having sex with Jake, you both fall asleep in your flat. Only, it's not Jake that wakes up, it's Steven.

Warnings: Hidden relationship, reader is mentioned having sex with Jake, jealousy on Steven's part, vaginal fingering, a sprinkling of dry humping, cunnilingus, Steven cums in his pants, fem reader, one use of (Y/N)

Notes: Debuting Steven onto my blog :) this fix was heavily inspired by @blue-beeeeeeery 's post

Wc: 1.9k

You’d been dating Jake for a while, having met him as your cab driver after a night out with your friends. In the time you’d been together, he’d opened up to you about his DID, and his alters; Marc and Steven. You hadn’t met them yet, and it seemed to be a little bit of a touchy subject for him, so you didn’t push it. Besides, you adored Jake, even if there were two other men living in his head, you were sure you could come to love them, too. 

Despite not pushing it, you had asked why it was Jake wouldn’t introduce you to his alters, and he had told you that they were both… skittish, in a way. That you would meet them, that he wanted you to, but he worried to spring it on too soon. And who could blame him? Hearing that your alter had a partner you didn’t know about would understandably be perplexing at the very least. Though, it made you smile- Jake may have acted like a big, scary, cigarette smoking tough guy, but he really cared, especially about Steven. You’d gathered he was the “innocent little brother” of the group, the one to be looked after. He seemed so sweet, even when Jake would complain about him. And you knew one day you’d see him for yourself. Jake was naturally protective, over you and over his alters. It warmed your heart to know he was waiting for them to be ready to hear that they technically had a girlfriend they didn’t know about.

Besides, the reason he hadn’t told them when you had first met, is because they didn’t know he existed apparently. You had called him shy, and he had grumbled that he wasn’t, he was just fulfilling his role in the system. The protector, doing the dirty work for Khonshu when Marc couldn’t, and then slipping back into the shadows when it was done. It sounded lonely, you told him. It was, he replied, until he met you. Jake could be so romantic when he wanted to.

And so here you were, laying cuddled up to who you thought was Jake, the darkness outside told you it was still the early hours of the morning. You were only half awake anyway- fucking Jake always took something out of you. It was exhausting, in the best way.

You decided to stay like this, for a while. Jake normally woke up hours before you, kissing you goodbye and sending you a text later that hoped you “Had a good sleep, hermosa,” and so you relished the little extra time you had with him. It felt a little demeaning, for him at least, having to sneak in and out like he was a teenager, but you pushed through it, for Jake and his alters. Your eyes blinked back closed, willing yourself to not sleep too deeply, so that you might give him a proper goodbye when he left your flat.

The air was quiet, still. Peaceful. The only sounds were yours and his breathing. The warmth of him behind you, his arm curled just under your breasts lulled you to sleep once again. And meanwhile, as you fell back into sleep, someone else was rising from it. Though, it wasn’t Jake.  

Steven blearily opened his eyes, and groaned. Despite having just woken up, his body felt tired… but in a good way. And he was spooning something soft..  and warm. His vision cleared- and he nearly jumped back in shock. There was a woman…. in his bed, but it wasn’t his bed, and this wasn’t his flat. He whimpered in shock as she moved against him, moaning as you stretched your arms above your head.

“You up already, papí?”

Papí… definitely Jake. Steven gulped. He knew his other alters were more experienced with women than he was, but this was just silly. His eyes raked over you, your form cuddled beneath the blankets, your hair sprawled about the pillow like a halo. Gosh.. you were pretty. He found himself thinking that Jake had good taste. He shook his head free of the thought- he needed to leave as fast as he could. As much as Jake cared about his alters, so did Steven. And thought he’d been wishing for a girlfriend for forever, but he wouldn’t go as far as to turn off one of Jake’s “scores” with his awkwardness. Steven had no idea how adorable he was. 

When he didn’t answer, you turned over, squinting at him, blinking the sleep from your eyes; “Jake?”

Steven froze. God, you were gorgeous. Ohhhh it wasn’t fair. Why did Jake have to be the best with women…. 

“Jake? Are you alright?” Your hands came to cup his face, as you examined him for any sign of sickness, or anything else that might make him freeze so suddenly. 

“ ‘M fine-!” Steven’s voice broke a little as he choked out a reply. Oh, good one Steven. You were wise to his sudden change in accent, sounding more like he was from London now. Your hands quickly retracted, and you gasped.

“…Not Jake?” “No-“ Steven gulped, you shifted away from him, Steven was sure it was to make him more comfortable, but he found himself internally begging you to shift closer.  “Steven..?” You breathed out; “…Y-yeah, uh.. who’re you? W-where am I?” 

You sighed, knowing that this conversation was going to happen one way or another. You put your hands up in a show of mercy; “My name is (Y/N)… this is my flat.. I’m uh… I’m Jake’s girlfriend.”

Steven’s eyes widened. “Oh.” “Yeah..” “….Well why didn’t I know he had a bloody girlfriend.”You giggled. At least he wasn't freaking out too much. "He didn't want to shock you, I.. I've known him since before he started to show himself to you and Marc." Steven nodded along. "Well I have to say, waking up in a strange woman's bed is pretty shocking..." You giggled again. "-Yes, sorry, he usually wakes up hours before me to go back to your place." "Oh right.." Steven sniffed.

"Um.. d-did you, uh... I mean, have you.." He motioned to your neck- Jake liked to leave hickeys. You caressed the marks, only just now realising they were there.

"Oh- um, do you mean..?" "Uh.. yeah- sorry it's just.. we share a body, y'know.." "No no I get it-! Um, yes, yes we did." He was, of course, not so subtly asking if you and Jake had had sex last night.

"Oh, right- I mean, it's fine! Obviously, you're like, together, and that's like, normal- sorry I'm making this so weird." The smile you gave him was sympathetic. "No, it's alright," you had told him, but your words had fallen into a buzz around him. Steven was deep in his thoughts- sure, it was Jake you'd had sex with, but they shared a body. What had he done with you? You'd had sex, but how? What did you like? As his mind spiralled, he felt his cock twitch a little beneath his boxers. Only a few hours ago, probably, his body had been inside you. His hands had probably made you cum a dozen times- Steven knew that's at least what he'd want to do with you...

"-Steven?" His thoughts cleared, "God, sorry love, head's all over the place today.." You hummed.

"You're really pretty." Steven's comment made the both of you blush, and you could've said the same of him. You hadn't noticed until now that you had subconsciously been shuffling closer to one another in the bed. Your noses were close to touching now, and you decided to take the plunge.

Steven whimpered as your lips met his, and while he was eager, it was strange that he be so inexperienced, considering, again, that he shared a body with Jake. His hands were greedy, but anxious. The trembling in his fingers gave presence to his mounting desire to touch you, and gently you guided his hands to your hips. That was all the encouragement he needed, his grip became suddenly a lot more confident, clutching your hips tightly before travelling down to squeeze your bum. He moaned with you, grinding your hips into the hot pressure of his cock against your tummy, his touch against you hungry, like an excitable dog.

You whined at the sudden loss of his mouth, biting your lip as he kissed his way down your neck.

"Bloody Jake, 's not fair, he always gets the girls, 's not fair, I'll show him-" Your thoughts were getting a little hazy, and the throbbing in your core became more and more apparent.

"Steven.." You breathed, if nothing else, he was eager to prove himself, fingers deftly ripping your panties down off of you.

"I can do it just as well as he can, you watch-" Steven didn't waste any time licking his way up to your clit, and sucking on it like a man starved. You cried out, hands falling to grip his soft curls. He was moaning and whimpering into you, just as you were above him. The seam of his boxers caught so deliciously on the head of his cock, and he all but cried into your cunt and he rocked his hips against the mattress.

Your hand came up to cover your moans, but Steven was having none of it, he halted his assault on your pussy, switching his tongue out for his fingers, deftly sliding inside of you, as you keened.

"No, no, none of that love, wanna hear ya, yeah?" Tears welled up in your eyes, and your toes curled as his fingers finally, finally found the spot. You writhed in pleasure, tugging harder on his hair. His mouth came back to suckle your clit, pistoning his fingers inside you with all the expertise that you would not have expected from him.

This hot mess contiuned for a while, until you were throwing your head back, pleasure soaring through your every nerve as you came all over Steven’s face, and he gladly drank your essence straight from the source. He didn't stop, though, he just kept going, the wet pad of his tongue doing wonders at overstimulating you- and from his canting hips and repeated whimpers, you could tell he was close too. It became too much however, and roughly you tugged his head up off of you, seemingly giving him the boost of masochistic pleasure he needed to tip himself over the edge, spilling himself into his boxers, moaning and drooling where he lay his head on your thigh.

You stayed like that for a moment, marvelling at Steven's beauty. He had his juices all over his face, messy boy. And had some of it gotten in his hair? He was a needy baby, too. He soon decided that he just wasn't close enough to you, and crawled up your body to snuggle himself between your breasts, sighing. His voice was muffled a little; "Was it good?" And you almost audibly "awed" at how cute he was being. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and you kissed his head;

"It was amazing Steven." He hummed, still a little jealous it seemed, "Bet Jake doesn't do that." You swatted his head lightly. "Don't be mean." "Just teasing love.."

It was still dark outside. Pussy-eating was a tiring activity, it seemed, as you felt Steven cuddle his way back to sleep in your arms. You kissed his head again, unconsciousness soon taking you as well. Steven was more resilient to new information than Jake thought, it seemed.

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Blueberry Pancakes

Moon knight system x f!reader

Summary- You’re frustrated with Jake not being apart of your relationship so you take matters into your own hands.

CW-NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Depictions of DID, Smut, mentions of sex, Unprotected piv,fingering,rough sex,slight dom Jake, piv cream pie,cum,light angst, fluff.

Please let me know in the comments if I missed any warnings.

WC-3k

Not beta-read

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You slowly blink open your eyes taking in the soft morning light of the flat you share with your boyfriend-boyfriends. You’ve been spoiled by Marc and Steven for a year now and you couldn’t be happier. The sweet smell of blueberry pancakes wafts amongst the flat and you can’t help the bittersweet feeling that consumes you.

Jake makes you blueberry pancakes.

Despite doing all the things a loving, caring boyfriend does- he refuses to front. A simple hi and bye is the most you’ve gotten out of him. It shouldn’t bother you really, you have two wonderful men that kiss the ground you walk on. You can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t think he deserves to be a part of this the way Marc and Steven are.

You're pulled from your thoughts as the door to the bathroom opens and you're graced with the sight of Marc stalking towards you only wrapped in a towel. His broad shoulders and chest are still dripping with water from the shower. He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You smile up at him feeling slightly guilty. You secretly hope one of these mornings it’s Jake emerging from the bathroom still glistening from the shower, he climbs into bed and fucks you like his life depends on it and you both enjoy those sweet blueberry pancakes together.

“Prince Charming made you pancakes again.” He says sarcastically as he makes his way to the closet to get dressed.

It seems to be a sore subject for Marc as you think back to the first time he made them. Marc excused himself from the table as you moaned into every bite. You didn’t miss the way he glared into his reflection in the toaster while he stood in the kitchen waiting for you to finish.

“You know I love you and you make the best omelet.” You say as you make your way out of bed and wrap him in a tight hug from behind.

“Yes but you don’t sound like we’re fucking when you eat my omelet.”

You nip at his back and smack his ass on your way out of the bedroom. As much as he calls you a brat he definitely has his moments.

You make your way to the kitchen to enjoy your breakfast before you have to head to work. As you sit down to take your first bite you feel Marc’s eyes on you. You look up from your plate and see him with arms crossed and a smirk on his gorgeous face. You cock your head to the side and take a slow bite stifling a moan, because now is not the time.

“Are you going to watch me eat the whole thing?” You say playfully as you watch him make his way to the coffee maker that Jake got ready for Marc-because you prefer tea.

He doesn’t respond right away so you think this is as good a time as any to bring up what’s been bothering you.

“Why won’t he spend time with me?”

Marc groans and rubs a hand over his face. “I’ve already told you, please just leave it alone.”

“Is he listening now?”

“No sweetheart.” Yes cariño

“Well if you could tell him, I really really love pancakes.”

“Sure thing.” Marc says with slight annoyance.

****

You turn the key to enter your flat and as you open the door you're greeted with the sight of your boyfriend on the couch pecking at you over the bridge of his reading glasses.

“Hey love.” Steven smiles sweetly at you as he sets his book on the coffee table. “How was your day?” He always directed his full attention at you, as if you were the moon and the stars.

“It was fine.” You say rather unconvincing.

“Oh just fine,that won’t do.” He pats the seat next to him on the couch. “Come have a seat, let's talk.”

You make your way over to the couch and sit down and he grabs your legs placing them in his lap as you lean your back on the opposite arm rest. He takes your heels off one by one and begins rubbing your aching feet.

“I know you had pancakes this morning so the day started off better than fine.” He says jokingly with a smirk on his face.

“Well…that’s just it.” You say slightly embarrassed about what you're about to ask the sweet man rubbing your feet as he does most nights after a long day at work. “Could you help me with something?”

“Depends on what it is but anything for you love.”

“Could you…help me spend some time with Jake?” You say almost at a whisper.

He ceases rubbing your feet and looks at you with those deep brown pleading eyes. “You know how he is…but if it’s important to you I’ll try.”

You sit up enthusiastically and curl into Stevens' side wrapping your arms around his waist in a gripping hug.

“Okay, what does he like to eat?Does he have any favorite hobbies?What kind of shows does he watch? What’s his favorite color?…you realize your rambling like Steven does when he’s giving a tour at the museum, not even giving the poor man a chance to answer.

“Slow down love, one thing at a time.” He furrows his brow deep in thought. “Oh bollocks, I’m afraid I’m no help. I don’t know what he likes to eat, I’m pretty sure his favorite hobby is murder, he barely watches television and…well.” He chuckles to himself.

“What’s so funny.” You say slightly defeated

“Oh it’s nothing, it's just that I’m pretty sure his favorite color is red since he’s practically always covered in it.”

Steven looks at his reflection in the t.v. and suddenly drops his smile. “Right…well that’s about all I can help you with sorry love.” He stammers out quickly.

“Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” He says as he hangs his head. Your sweet Steven has no idea how helpful he truly is.

You slide your hand to his cheek and tilt his head down at you placing a soft kiss on his lips. You sit up to straddle his lap and you can feel him getting hard for you already. As you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to whisper in his ear, you can tell his breath is ragged.

“I’d like to show you how helpful you are, if you’ll let me?” You bite down on his earlobe and hear his breath catch in his throat.

“I’d like that very much love.”

****

It’s Friday night, it’s been three days since Steven helped you-and you helped Steven. You’ve been planning and hoping that what you have in store will draw Jake out of hiding. If not you’ll just have to live with his silent affections.

Steven is relaxing on the couch as you stand in front of your full length mirror putting on the final touches to your look. It didn’t take much convincing to have him spend the night with you if things don’t go according to plan.

You got your hair done that morning, something you rarely treat yourself too. As you stare at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but feel slightly turned on- this has to work.

You adjust the straps on your silk red dress and smooth your hands down the front. You slide in your strappy red heels that you hope you won’t have to walk very far tonight. You lean into the mirror to apply your crimson red lipstick to match the red you applied to your nails earlier that day.

As you grab your purse and make your way towards the door you can feel Stevens' eyes on you. You don’t dare glance over at him suddenly feeling like a predator's prey.

“Bye love, I’m going out with some friends, don't wait up for me.”

You reach for the door but an unfamiliar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Bebita I don’t think your boyfriends would be too happy about this.” You turn around to see Jake with his eyes narrowed as if he’s studying your movements.

“My boyfriends don’t care if I go out.” Your voice cracks a little and you're suddenly aware of how dry your throat is.

“I didn’t mean if you go out cariño.” He stands from the couch and you suddenly feel very small. “I mean dressed like this.” He gestures his fingers up and down your body.

“Maaarrrc…Steeeeven?” You mockingly call about the flat. “I guess they aren’t here so I’ll be going.”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror next to the door feigning confidence.

“You’ll be staying.” He says in a commanding tone that makes your pussy clench in anticipation.

You grab the door handle and look over your shoulder with the most sultry look you can muster (that you absolutely have not been practicing in the mirror). “Make me.”

He crosses the distance from the couch to you in two steps and pins you against the door with his chest pressed to your back. You can tell you’ve had an affect on him by the way his hard bulge is pressed against your ass. He grips both your wrists with one of his large calloused hands. He leans in close to your ear and breathes in deep.

“New perfume?” He says in a low husky tone.

He licks a stripe up your neck and gently bites down on your earlobe. Drawing a small whimper out of you.

“Not so talkative now are we hermosa? His chuckles reverberate through your body as he slowly draws his fingers up your thigh. He can feel how wet you are through your panties and a low growl from him sends shivers down your spine.

“This wet for me?” A breathy “ yes” is all you can manage as he drags his fingers through your slit at an agonizing slow pace. He starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you can feel that tell tale sign that you're close to your climax as you clench down on nothing. He knows you're close and he wants to draw this out- you drew him out after all. He ceases his movements and all you can do is whimper.

“Shh it’s ok hermosa I’m going to take care of you.” You try to calm your breathing but he still has you pressed against the door with both hands behind your back.

“Answer my questions and I’ll take care of you.” He says into your ear as his breathing picks up. You give him a quick nod and his grip tightness on your wrist. “Words sweetheart.”

“Yes sir.” He nips at your shoulder with that last word. He resumes his movements dragging his fingers through your slit. “Did you buy this dress for me?”

“Yes.” You answer as he dips two fingers into your soft channel. If not for his grip on your wrists you’d be in a puddle on the floor. “What about these panties, did you buy them for me?” He’s slowly fucking you with his fingers and all you can hear in the flat is your breathy moans.

“Yes.” You say a little louder this time and he presses his fingers on those bundle of nerves inside and you think you might lose your mind.He brings his thumb to your clit as he steadily works you open. He places his knee between your thighs and slowly lifts you up. “Come for me hermosa.” You drop your head back on his shoulder and note down on your lip as you come with a silent cry.

As you come down from your high you realize you’ve never had an orgasm so intense without seeing your boyfriend's face. He slowly puts you down and draws his fingers away and you hiss at the loss.

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He says still with his back pressed to you, his obvious erection putting a strain on Stevens sweatpants.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say in almost a whine not even recognizing your own voice. He spins you around and you can see the hunger in his deep brown eyes, pupils blown wide. He looks very different from Marc and Steven, yet so similar. It takes your breath away how he looks at you like you're his world and also his victim in the same moment.

“I’m sorry about your dress.” He says sarcastically as you look down confused seeing nothing wrong with it. Before you can ask why he takes both hands and rips it down the front as if it was made of paper. “I’m sorry about your panties too.” You close your eyes and prepare yourself for what’s next as you feel a light tug on your hips and the sound of your new red lace panties ripping.

He takes in your form as you're now left in your sheer red bra and strappy heels. One of his hands comes to the back of your head and he pulls you into a bruising kiss, he kisses you like he’s been starving for you. Like if you pull away you’ll disappear. Your hands come to his arms tracing the familiar muscles you’ve come to know and love and this just feels right.

His thick bulge is pressed against your abdomen, as he grinds his hips into you pressing you further into the door. Precum now staining Stevens sweatpants (which you’ll have to hear about later). You suddenly feel very exposed and you slowly push him off you. As you both catch your breath he looks as though he’s done something wrong and your heart aches because you just want the man to be as exposed as you are.

“Clothes off.” Is all you can manage-real articulate.

Jake strips in two seconds flat and your thanking whatever Egyptian god that he didn’t rip Stevens clothes.

You’ve seen this body many times but as he stands before you with his thick cock, tip red and aching steadily leaking precum you feel as if it’s the first time. He backs you against the door again and grabs your face with both hands as he stares into your eyes.

“Tell me again.” He says in a pleading tone.

“I want you to fuck me Jake.”

You yelp in surprise as he grabs your waist and hoists you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes his hand and wraps it around his thick cock slowly coating it with your slick just teasing your entrance. You whimper at the feeling as he pushes in and you both moan in unison at the stretch. You drop your head to his shoulder and he’s not moving but you desperately want him too.

You dig your heels into his ass and he groans as his grip tightens on your waist.

“Just give me a moment cariño.” And you almost don’t recognize his voice. You squeeze your core around his throbbing cock and that’s all the moment he needs before he’s thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

“Oh. Fuck. Jake..” your words are punctuated with each thrust as he fucks too against the door.

“Jesus Christ, your pussy is so tight.” He’s quickly falling apart as he slams you down on his cock over and over. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.” Your moans in his ear as you hold on for dear life are going to send him over the edge. But not before you. His movements slow and you can feel his thick cock drag through your walls as you drop your head to the crook of his neck.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He turns his head to see his reflection in the mirror next to the door.

“Fuck me harder Jake please.” You’re practically crying at the sensation as if it’s your first time. He smirks at his reflection and your pleas are all he needs.

“I love when you beg hermosa.” He holds you up with one arm and brings his thumb to your clit as he resumes his pace, roughly fucking you against the door. He can feel your pussy gripping his cock as your slick coats both your thighs.

“Fuck. Me. Right. There.” You're screaming now and will surely get a noise complaint, but you can’t care at this moment you’ve wanted for so long. Your vision goes white as you reach your climax and you're digging your nails into his back as you come undone. That’s all it takes for him before he comes with a choked sound as he’s shooting hot ropes of cum into your quivering channel. He groans in your ear as he slowly rocks his hips up pinning you to the door.

You don’t know how long you stay like that trying to catch your breath as you both come down from your high. It feels like you're floating and you realize he hasn’t put you down but he’s carrying towards the bed. He gently lays you down and you both wince as he pulls out of you. He places a soft kiss on your sweat soaked forehead. He takes off your heels and brings you one of Stevens shirts to sleep in.

“I’ll be right back cariño.” Your smiling to yourself as you watch him walk towards the bathroom.

Sleep is starting to claim you as he makes his way back to you with a warm washcloth, gently wiping your thighs and your swollen folds. He tosses the towel in the direction of the hamper not caring if he makes it. He lays down beside you and pulls your back into his chest wrapping you in a deep hug.

“Shouldn’t you call your friends so they aren’t worried?” He mumbles into your hair.

“Hmm?” Your blissed out brain can’t grasp what he’s talking about. He chuckles lowly to himself.

He’s not sure if you're asleep when he whispers to himself.

“I really really love pancakes too.”

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[starks-hero]

Praise Worthy

Pairing: sub!Steven Grant x f!Reader

Summary: You accidentally call Steven your ‘good boy’ and he loses his goddamn mind.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors dni, praise kink, sub!Steven, dom!reader, handjob, referenced oral (m receiving), p in v, overstimulation, some dirty talk, slight choking kink if you squint really really hard, includes some inspiration from this ask

a/n: I'm still a whore for Steven Grant apparently but this is really soft

He was so pretty like this.

Laid out beneath you, his olive body a gorgeous contrast to the bleakness of the bed cloths. His arm was bent at the elbow, hand brushing the side of his head, and his eyes blown with a combination of admiration and love. If it weren't for the fact that you were already straddled over his waist the look would have sent you to your knees.

His hair was tousled, curls falling against his brow and he adorably jerked his head to keep it from his eyes.

You couldn't quite believe he was yours.

With slow, deliberate movements, your fingers brushed his temple and traced his skin until you reached the sharp dropoff of his jaw. You stroked back along the defined feature, Steven smiling as you did. His dimples deepened and his eyes crinkled at the corners when you swiped your thumb across his cheeks blushing warmth.

“What are you doing?” He asked timidly.

You shrug somewhat dismissively, as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. “You're so beautiful.” You kissed his lips. “And I want to remember you like this. Want to commit all of you to memory.”

He turned his head to hide his burning cheeks and flustered smile and you were amazed by his ability to be so humble. To be surprised at the idea of you finding him so desirable. Your hand found his jaw and guided his gaze back to yours. His eyes darkened.

You did an admirable job of masking your shock as he tilted his head and gently took your thumb into his mouth. You pressed against the soft pad of his tongue and he whimpered. It was difficult not to when you were looking at him like he was the reason the sun rose every day.

“Shit Steven...” you breathed and his cheeks hollowed. He released your thumb with a pop, a lewd string of spit trailing after it.

Tracing your hand back down his neck to the plain of his chest, you watched the hardened muscles ripple against your touch. Steven managed a shuddering breath. A whine followed each exhale, a delicious sound that caught in his throat.

“That's it, love,” you praised. “You sound so pretty.”

You drew circles against his hips before finally taking him in your hand. His head fell back against the pillow, his back arching off the bed as he bucked into your palm. The sound he made was sinful.

“Gods, you're perfect.”

You kept your movements deft, tightening your grasp with each stroke. Your other hand remained in his hair, chocolate curls winding around your fingers like fine twine. With a careful tug, his eyebrows knit together and his mouth fell slack.

“Please– please, d-don't stop. Please... ”

“I won't, I won't,” you promised. “Not when you're being so good for me.” Your hand fell to his throat, giving an experimental squeeze. He responded so beautifully to your touch. Each moan, each whimper of your name filled you with a sense of divinity. He was yours. All yours. “My good boy.”

Steven gasped. His body tensed beneath you and your hand stilled. It took a few seconds for your own words to catch up with you. A combination of embarrassment and utter mortification set in once they did.

You pulled back enough to catch a glimpse of Steven's reaction and found his eyes already trained on you. His mouth parted slightly, lips glistening and of course you thought of him like that. Of course those words sprung to mind. How could they not when he was so obedient, so responsive, so good.

Intimacy was something you were introducing Steven to slowly. You didn't want to overwhelm him. Didn't want to push your own desires. And you'd been so careful to not let anything slip. But now–

“Shit, Steven I–”

“Call me that again.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“Call... call me that again.” His voice was painfully sweet and shy and hoarse from pleasure. You swore there were tears in his eyes. “Please.”

“It doesn't bother you? I know it's not something we've discussed–”

Frantically he shook his head. His hands reached for you, grasping at the swell of your shoulders. “No, no I want to be yours, wanna be your good boy, please–”

His words were the single most liberating thing you'd ever heard. It was as if a switch was flipped.

You nodded at his request, then, you pulled his head back. The muscles of his neck tensed beneath already bruising skin. You kissed and nipped at his neck before closing your lips above his pulse. You continued to work him slowly in your hand.

“love, please ah–”

His whole body convulsed beneath you. “Shh, baby, I've got you, I'm going to take care of you, going to make you feel good, okay?”

He nodded breathlessly, lips parting as you quickened your strokes, thumb brushing over his tip. He strung your name together desperately. His release hit him hard and you watched on as his expression twisted in unbridled pleasure.

“That's it, baby, that's it.” You kept working him through his high. “Gods, look at you-”

Your movements didn't stutter nor did your words of praise as you made him come again; with your hands, your mouth, over and over.

He'd become so susceptive that now, even with your hands holding his wrists gently above his head and you mouthing lazy kisses against his neck, you could feel him rut against your thigh, riding out what must be his fourth orgasm.

You pressed your hand down against his chest, thighs on either side of his own. His breath shook with anticipation.

“Is this okay?” You checked in and Steven answered with a quick nod.

“Use your words, love.”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes, just please, please, fuck-” A sob left him as you sunk down on him. The pleasure you felt as he filled you was almost as satisfying as his expression; brows knit together, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

He was a work of art.

“You're so beautiful like this.” You kissed his shoulder as his breathing began to even out, giving him the chance to adjust. Then, you began to slowly roll your hips against his. Steven cried out, his hands (that had, for the most part, obediently stayed where you'd pressed them against the pillow) shot up to grab your hips. Your hand found his throat again and Steven's eyes rolled back in his head.

“L-love, please I–” he managed. You quicked your pace and his hips rutted up to meet you. “Faster.”

With a smirk, you did as he asked. You leaned down to kiss his jaw. “I wish you could see yourself, Steven. See yourself as I see you.” Your nose brushed against his ear. “It's not a bad idea, huh? Maybe I'll try it soon, have you fuck me in front of a mirror so you can see just how stunning you are like this.”

Steven gasped. You could feel his thighs trembling beneath you. “You're so beautiful, baby, so good for me. My love, my good boy.”

Your words once again pushed him over the edge and he clung to you as the pleasure rolled over him in crushing waves.

He panted against your neck, nails leaving small crescents in your skin. With a breathless laugh, you kissed his temple. A few blissful moments passed in silence. Then,

“I know you're tired but you can give me one more, can't you, love?” you encouraged.

Exhaustion was painted over every inch of Steven's body. His eyes pools of chocolate brown now, his skin sleek and hair damp. An occasional tear still trailed down his cheek.

He nodded.

Falling back onto the pillows, it took Steven a long moment to catch his breath.

Quietly, you slipped out from under the covers. In the short time it took you to journey to the bathroom and back, the cool air of the night had already settled against your skin.

Upon your return, you found Steven's body still strewn out across the bed, akin to something you'd seen depicted in age-old paintings of beauty and splendor.

With the washcloth you'd fetched from the bathroom, you took your time to clean both of you up before joining him with a content sigh. His head moved to rest against your shoulder almost instinctively and likewise, you threaded your fingers into his curls. You then trailed your hand down his back, absentmindedly drawing patterns on the plane between his shoulders.

“I enjoyed that,” he confessed eventually and you smiled to yourself. “I– I want you to call me that more often, if that would be alright?”

His voice was shy at the request.

“Trust me, love.” You pacified him with a kiss. “That won't be a problem.”

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[thedevilsoftruth]

Ain't nothing... nothing better than the mere thought of making love with Marc Spector.

Jus.. just Marc Spector..

Marc Spector, who'd be so gentle with you the first time he'd have you underneath him. " is that good, baby? " " tell me if it hurts. " " I know, baby, you can take it. " Who'd start off slowly, making sure you adjust to him well and be careful to not hurt you. He'd stimulate you by rubbing your little clit with his thumb as he gets a bit faster with his thrusts. He'd give you little kisses on your forehead and soft caresses all over your body. " mm.. fuck so pretty. " " yea, you're doing so good, sweetie. So, so good for me. " He'd do nothing but give you praises and compliments. he'd do nothing but truly make sure you were happy and comfortable. He'd finish off and then eat you out as you orgasm. " You did so good, baby. " " my precious girl. All mine. " He'd clean you off afterwards and shower you in kisses and cradle you in his strong arms until you fall asleep.

Marc Spector, who after letting you get used to him, would get more rough with you--or maybe he's only getting rougher because he's so stressed out all the time. Nonetheless, that pretty white tie he wears around his neck while being Mr. Knight is going around those pretty little wrists of yours. No more sweet, slow, romantic missionaries and side sex. If he's going to have you, your face is down and your ass is up, his dominant hand is resting on your back and his other hand on your ass. If he deems it necessary, your hands are going behind your back as he fucks you into oblivion. " yea, look at you. Making all those noises for me and getting all messy beneath me. "

Marc Spector, who'd rub your thighs anytime you're sitting next to him. Who'd give you hugs from behind and pinch your ass lightly. Who'd fuck you literally anywhere like the kitchen, the living room, the backyard of your house, a dressing room, ect. Who'd have you in the backseat of his car and losing himself inbetween your thighs. Who wouldn't flinch when you tugged on his hair and dug your nails into his back. Who'd get drunk with you at a party and dance with you, your back pressed against his chest and his hands on your hips as you both sway the night away. Who'd get hard against you and fuck you in the bathroom later.

Marc Spector, who tells you strip for him if he wants to see you. Who'd start you off by having you on his lap and barely giving you the tip as he covers your neck in bites and sloppy, rough kisses. Who spanks you when you're not grinding against him fast enough. Who puts his thumb in your mouth to shut you up. " this fucking needy? I'm only halfway in and you're already a mess. " Who'd throw you down on his bed, get in between those thighs and throw your legs above his shoulders and completely lose himself inside you. " You like that, baby? 'Course you do if you're whining like that. " Who'd, when you're on the verge of climax, pull out and filp you on your stomach and get mad when you complained. Who'd smack your ass until it was bright red with print of his hands and pull your hair for stability. Who'd be so fast with it that you felt like the air was being knocked out of your lungs and you couldn't breathe. Who, wouldn't only make you come once in that night, but would make you fucking squirt during your last orgasm. " Did you enjoy that, baby? I think you fucking loved that. " Who'd tease you before eventually releasing all over your form. Who'd make you get some of his seed between your shaking fingers and make you taste it.

Marc Spector, who would apologize after tearing you apart becuase on the inside, he doesn't want to hurt you.

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[foreverinadais]

bad date: j.l

summary: you find yourself on a bad date. in desperation, you call your ex, jake lockley, hoping he can help you. which he does, in ways you never could've bargained for.

warnings: smut (eek), dry humping, kissing, light choking ig??? jake puts his hand around reader's neck, fluff, teasing, reader's date is a twat like he seriously sucks, angst but not with jake, no use of y/n or pronouns :) ~part of the ex! mk series but can be read standalone!!!~

word count: 3.4k

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It felt wrong to be on a date. Extremely wrong. You felt as though you were being disloyal, despite having no commitments, no one to be disloyal too. The events of a couple of weeks ago were still freshly embedded in your brain. It was as though every time you blinked, you remembered a different detail from your conversation with Marc, or a different look from your car ride with Jake, or a different touch from your comforting of Steven.

You had never been quite so confused.

You almost cancelled the date that had been scheduled for quite some time. But doing that would admit you weren’t over your exes. And admitting that would put all the work you had done in getting over them to shame.

So, you got ready, put on your finest outfit with the glamour you desired, and got a taxi to the restaurant you were meeting him at.

He seemed nice enough over text. You had shared stories, even laughed at his pick up lines. He was handsome in a way which felt… unnatural. You struggled to find attraction to other people after so long denouncing everyone. It felt odd to look at a person, that wasn’t your person, in any way other than politeness.

He had embraced you, even kissed your hand, and you worried as you felt nothing. He had opened the door for you, even pulled your chair out, waiting for you to sit and still… nothing. He was perfectly nice.

Until he started talking.

“I just do not understand the people who say looks mean nothing. I mean, obviously, I am attractive, I know that. And you’re decent looking. We’re attracted to each other, nothing wrong with that.” You cocked an eyebrow, taking a long sip of wine as you hummed.

“Right. I mean, I think appearance is surface level. Other things matter more, like how much you laugh together, your morals… good conversation.” He scoffed, waving over the waiter with just his hand. Ew.

“Should’ve known you would think like that. Crickey, wonder what other opinions you have in that brain of yours?”

“Actually, I have a lot.”

“Right, Would love to hear about those, that’s why I came on this date.” The sarcasm dripped off his words and anger bubbled in your stomach. You opened your mouth to talk when the waiter came over, notepad in hand. “I’ll have the steak -rare- with the potatoes and veg. Gotta get the protein in after a work-out.” You cringed and the waiter shot you a sympathetic look.

“And for you?”

“I’ll have the lasagne, please. With garlic bread.” The man in front of you chuckled, but it felt cold.

“Are you sure? Don’t want to have to kiss you with garlic breath.” Your stomach lurched at the thought of kissing him, but it was by no means a positive feeling. You would rather be sick.

“Make that extra garlic.” You said, and the waiter nodded with a smug, ‘certainly.’

Your date talked at you for the next fifteen minutes. He told you his life story, his career, about his friends and their “absolutely wild times, we go kinda crazy, you probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You were relieved when the food came out, so you had a moment of silence.

You wanted to leave. To shout at him, get up, and go. But you knew that wasn’t smart. He seemed like the type to follow you out the restaurant and ridicule you for making a scene, before claiming he was a ‘nice guy’.

You stuffed another piece of garlic bread in your mouth as you attempted to plan your next move. “These potatoes are vile. God, you want something done right, I can’t even eat this.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, instead shrugging.

You had eaten at supersonic speed to rush the date, to get home and snuggle under your covers watching a shitty romcom whilst eating the leftover cake in your fridge. You were relived as he swallowed the last bite of food, putting his cutlery down and sighing deeply. “Well that was a load of shit. The food, I mean, not you, darling.” You almost threw your food back up but managed to keep it down.

“Hmm. Right, should we-”

“Dessert first, right? Not that either of us need it but can’t have a date without something sweet.” The wink he sent you made your whole body curl in disgust. If you had to spend more than thirty seconds more with him, you were sure you’d end up stuffing your ears full of cheese just to never him speak again. This was the worst date you’d ever been on. You weren’t expecting the best date ever, but at least something to distract you from-

The idea hit you all at once.

Pulling out your phone, you pretended to look concerned, opening the one contact you knew would be readily available right now. “Excuse me, I have to take this.” You said as your date just shrugged.

Standing from your chair, you found an empty corner, hitting the call button and desperately holding the phone to your ear. It only took a couple of rings before you heard the familiar, “Yes?”

“Jake, you gotta pick me up. I’ll act like you have an emergency and you need my help or something, and then I’ll hastily leave, and you can get me in your cab and-”

“Woah, woah, slow down. What’s goin’ on? Estas en peligro? Are you in danger?” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“Nothing like that. I’m just… this is kinda awkward but I’m on a date.” You could imagine him tensing up as his breathing changed slightly. “But it’s terrible and awful and I just, if I spend one more second with him I’ll end up killing someone.” Jake chuckled, and you scoffed. “It isn’t funny! Look, you owe me. And here’s your chance to pay me back like right now. As fast as you can. I don’t care how many laws you break getting here.”

“Relax, Carino. I got in the car when you started talking.” You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat and your heart skip.

“Thanks, Jake. I’ll send you my location.” He hummed, and you hung up, quickly sending the restaurant name before returning to your date.

“I’m so sorry but my friend’s had an emergency. This has been… lovely… though.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have too, yeah.”

He scoffed, and you noticed a shift in his persona. “Figures. Everyone leaves me.”

“Nonono, it isn’t anything like that! My friend-”

“Likely story. You know, I’m too good for you anyway. You won’t get a date with someone like me again.”

“Well, thank fuck for that. In fact, I’m deleting every dating app I have just to make sure I never do!” It came out before you could bite your tongue, but fuck, it felt good.

“Whatever. Didn’t want to fuck you anyway.”

“Excuse me? That’s all this was? God, you’re such an arsehole! Fuck you, I’m leaving. I’ll pay my half at the till.” He started ranting about something, about how you ‘probably couldn’t afford it’ and how ‘you’re lucky he’s being nice’ but you were already walking away.

You paid for your meal, apologising to the waiter for the arsehole’s rude behaviour, but she just smiled and handed you a piece of dessert in a takeaway box; “It’s on the house.” You smiled, ignoring the shouts from your date as you left the restaurant.

You were beyond grateful to see him. He was wearing his driving gloves, the rough leather ones that you loved. He had got out the car, waiting anxiously to see you. You saw his sigh of relief when he did. You couldn’t help yourself.

You practically ran toward him, watching his face of shock turn to acceptance as you reached his arms. You wrapped an arm around his waist, careful not to drop your food as he engulfed you in a hug. “Hi.” You whispered into his chest, beyond grateful he was there. You knew you could look after yourself. You didn’t need a man to come to your rescue.

But he wasn’t just a man.

Secretly, you were looking for an excuse, any excuse, to call them again.

“That bad, huh?” He said as you pulled away, scanning your face as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Worse.” You wanted to convey a serious composure. It had been terrible. But if you didn’t laugh, you’d definitely cry. Jake rose an eyebrow as you began chuckling, covering your mouth to try to contain it. But eventually, it started pouring out, until you were out of breath laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked but couldn’t help smiling himself. “Huh?”

“It was the worst date ever.” You managed to get out, and even though Jake couldn’t quite understand, your laughter was so contagious, he couldn’t stop himself from joining in. People passing by shot you a few weird looks, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you released your emotions in the healthiest way you had for a while.

Eventually, you calmed down, wiping a tear from under your eye as Jake looked at you in admiration. “Want a ride?” You smiled, glancing back at the restaurant before nodding. Jake opened the door for you as you climbed in the cab.

“We have to stop doing this.” You said as Jake had pulled up to your flat. You had told him every detail about your date from hell, down to what seasoning you had on your food.

Jake had listened neutrally, apart from whenever you mentioned that man. His blood boiled as he thought about you on a date, thought about another man looking at you, making comments about you.

But he ignored the jealously, instead focusing his negative feelings on your date. “He sounds like a fucking asshole. Should’ve gone in there and given him a piece’f my mind.” He had said,gripping the steering wheel, but you brought him down, assuring him you had taken care of it and would be deleting him off every app you had him on.

“Doin’ what?” He asked, and you gestured between the two of you.

“Picking each other up? Calling each other? Seeing each other at all?” Jake nodded, but smirked.

“Almost like we can’t get enough of each other.” He teased and you tried to ignore the effect he had on you.

“Almost like you can’t get enough of me.”

“Ey? How’d ya reach that conclusion? You called us.”

“You called me first! I thought it was just something we did now.”

“Sounds like it’ll become a bad habit.”

“Maybe. But sometimes, I like being bad.”

“I remember.” The air shifted and suddenly, there was too much space between the two of you. You watched as he gulped, watched as the vein in his neck tensed and his lips twisted up in the familiar way they did.

“Thanks for the lift. Again.” You said, chuckling lightly, trying to clear the fog in your mind.

“Right. Anytime.”

“Anytime huh? That’s dangerous.”

“Maybe. But I like danger.”

“I remember.” You teased his words from earlier, and he shot you a small smile. Fuck, you wished he hadn’t looked over; and so did he. You held eye contact a beat longer than you had intended, your heart skipping a beat as his eyes flicked briefly towards your lips. You swallowed harshly, pulling yourself away from the moment, forcing yourself to make a move out of the car. “I should really…” You pointed toward your flat, smiling awkwardly as he nodded.

“Right. You should rest. I’ll see you, well, whenever either of us need a lift.”

You chuckled, nodding, “Well, thanks.”

“Por supuesto, anytime, seriously.” You didn’t want to leave. This felt different from every interaction with them since you had broken up. Something was screaming at you to stay, and you didn’t think it was the remnants of wine left in your system.

No, it was as if an invisible force was willing you to him, to his scent, his warmth, his stupidly attractive smirk. He noticed your hesitation, eyebrow raised in question. “If you’re gonna sit here all night, lemme know so I can turn off the engine.” He teased jokingly, and you forced a laugh.

“ ‘m going now, just… preparing for the cold.” He nodded but didn’t look convinced, amusement lingering in his features. “Okay, ready now!” You felt suddenly embarrassed, deciding to get the inevitability of your leaving over with. “Goodbye, Jake.” You said quietly, sticking your hand out as if to shake his hand.

“You want me too…”

“I don’t know! I thought it was a nice, civil gesture to end this terrible evening with!”

“A handshake…?”

“Fine, it was dumb anyway-” You began, retracting your hand before he grabbed it with his gloved one.

“No, no, c’mon.” He squeezed your palm with his own, and your skin tingled at the contact. The friendly gesture was corrupted in your brain as he shook your joined hands, a smug look on his face at the way your breath hitched. “There, happy now?”

You couldn’t think. Could hardly breath as you shook your head, ‘no’. Because it wasn’t enough. No amount of contact would ever be enough.

You didn’t think about the possible aftermath of your next action. You couldn’t think about anything but him. With zero hesitation, you were shuffling forward in your seat, hands falling on his jacket as you pulled him toward you slightly. Your lips barely grazed his, but it was enough to send your heart soaring.

No sooner than you had done it, you pulled away. It was his move. His cho

Jake looked to your gaze, then down to your lips, repeating the action twice. His eyes were glazed over, and you were sure his mind was reeling, his alters talking over each other, but he couldn’t hear anything apart from your heavy breathing and all he could smell was your perfume-

His hands cupped your cheeks, a small groan leaving his lips before they were on yours. You sighed in content, moving your lips with his as if you had never stopped. Your hands found his hair, tugging on the familiar locks gently as he traced your jaw with his fingers.

You didn’t ever want to stop kissing him. It felt so familiar yet so distant, as if you had only ever dreamt of moments like this. When in reality, you had kissed him thousands of different times. And it all came flooding in to this moment.

Jake pulled back slightly, breathless. You wondered why he had stopped, about to ask when you felt his thumb trace your bottom lip. Your breath hitched as he pulled lightly, your mouth obediently opening for him. He smiled before pulling his own lip between his teeth, eyes dark as he gently pushed his thumb into your mouth.

You made a noise of shock, but quickly pushed it away as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his thumb, inviting him to push further. Jake groaned, almost in disbelief, eyes never leaving yours. “Fuck, baby.” His words were drawn out, like they always were in situations like this. It drove you crazy. “C’mere, need you t’ be closer.” He said, voice husky as he apprehensively removed his thumb from your mouth, quickly silencing your groan of disapproval with his lips.

Jake pulled you over the gearstick, careful you didn’t hurt yourself, not that you cared at all about your safety right now. He sighed in relief as you swung your legs over his lap, straddling him as your arms looped around his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. “Relax, Carino, ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” He chuckled against your lips, but you hardly heard as you rolled your hips forward.

His chuckles turned into groans as you found a pace, desperate to feel him against you, everywhere. Jake held onto your waist, helping you move rougher against him, trying to keep kissing you but fuck it felt so good.

You pulled away first, breathing heavy in pleasure as small moans left your lips. Every sound you made only amplified what he was feeling, and he couldn’t help but clash his lips to yours just to swallow them.

“Jake.” You whimpered, and he couldn’t recall a time his name had ever sounded so good. It was euphoric, just hearing you say his name.

“Fuck, baby, you sound ruined, and I’ve barely even touched you.” His words elicited another moan from you as your head fell into his shoulder, hips rolling faster to chase a high you couldn’t reach on your own, or with any other partner you had tried with since them.

Jake squeezed the flesh of your waist, still guiding your movements as his other hand went to the back of your neck. He tugged you up, watching as your bottom lip slipped between your teeth. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Lemme hear what I do to you.” He pulled your lip out from your teeth, and you let out a broken moan, eyes squeezing shut as his teeth bit possessively at your neck.

“Who’s makin’ you feel this good?” His voice had an edge to it, dark and dirty. It made your thighs clench harder around him.

“You.” You whimpered, eyes rolling back as you felt yourself hurdling closer to the edge.

“Not that prick from your date, huh? Ey, look at me. Who makes you feel like this? Need’ta hear you say my name.”

“You, Jake! Always you!” You practically sobbed, overwhelmed and so, so close. All your senses were heightened, and you couldn’t recall the last time you had felt this level of pleasure. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Jake chuckled darkly, his hand slipping up to your neck, squeezing only slightly, but it was enough to send your mind reeling. “Thaaat’s it.” His words were drawn out in arousal. You were at the edge, practically falling off, and Jake could tell. Even after all this time, he could read your body perfectly.

“You can let go, Carino. Let go f’me, c’mon, there you go.” He cooed as you clutched onto him, gasping and repeating his name like a mantra as you reached your peak. Jake kissed your shoulder, stroking at your back as your body shook with aftershocks. “Did so good f’me, baby.” He whispered and you practically melted against him.

The windows were covered in perspiration from the events inside the car, and your heavy breathing filled the car. Jake whispered terms of endearment in your ear as you snuggled into his body. It was hot inside his car, yet somehow, you couldn’t get enough of his heat.

Eventually, you felt strong enough to speak, lifting your head up to face him, skin glowing in a thin layer of sweat and euphoria. Jake’s smiled matched your own as he cupped your cheeks, bringing you in for another kiss. “Wow.” You whispered against his lips, and he chuckled, agreeing.

You stroked the side of his face, tracing the details of his skin with soft fingertips. Jake leaned into your touch, savoring the softness of your actions. Neither of you were thinking about the consequences. And if you were, neither of you cared. Not right now. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time. He had almost forgotten that happiness existed outside of you.

“It’s late.” He said suddenly, and you sat up straighter. “You need rest, especially now. I don’t wanna disrupt that.”

“Wait, what? I just kinda figured… you don’t want to come up with me?”

“Well… I thought you were finished.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t get to…” You looked down at his lap, at the prominent issue still there, and you smiled teasingly.  

“Trust me, baby, that was all I needed.”

“But I want to make it up to you.” You innocently ran a hand down his chest, stopping just before his belt and he tensed.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want too. If you want too.” You watched as he tutted, before nodding. “Please?” Your voice was soft but seductive as you ran a hand through his hair, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his jaw, then his cheek, then just next to his lips.

You felt drunk on him and you didn't care about what this could mean. How far it could set you back. You were too far gone, too deep already. You needed him. You always needed him.

Jake groaned, squeezing the flesh of your waist. “Joder eres tan bueno -fuck you’re so good-  when you ask so nicely, how could I ever refuse?”

a/n: i have never written smut before so this was a fun venture into it!!! i promise more parts are coming. i was conflicted on how to do this chapter but it kinda found it's own end. the next one will involve our other two boys yayyy :) i am really enjoying writing this series. thank you so much for reading!!!

tags: @rmoonstoner @marinalor @readingfan @neteyamsluvts @howellatme @nana90azevedo @midgardian-witch @daddyjackfrost

#moon knight #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockley fluff #jake lockley #jake lockley smut #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight angst #moon knight fluff #ex! jake lockley

[st4rymoon]

✧ 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 ✧

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

◦𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: p in v, semi-Hunter x prey roleplay, unprotected sex, choking!, bathroom sex!, pet names, language, catcalling, breeding kink, slight daddy kink, fearful situations, slight dubcon, reader is dressed as a playboy bunny, implied age gap but not specified (18+)

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You walked around the party in your slutty playboy outfit, ignoring the cat calling and comments by other men. You waited for Jake but he was no where to be seen. Was he really that low to ghost you at a party?

You began to grow anxious, your eyes darting around for him but to no avail. You sighed, leaning onto the wall with a red party cup at hand. Just as you gulped down some of the shitty liquor, you felt eyes on you.

Looking up, you saw a masked ghost faced staring at you from across the room. The black cloth cloaking them enough to make them blend into the dark of the party. Small party lights lit the room, the dj having some extra lights on giving you enough light to make out the very little feature they had.

You thought it maybe Jake but he isn’t really the type to dress up, he’d probably walk in with his gloves and hat on as a ‘costume’

You pushed your way through the crowds of people, making your way towards the figure in hopes to see Jake. You looked down once and they were gone. The corner the ghost face once stood now empty. You sighed, they were probably looking at someone behind you.

You plopped down onto the couch. Sighing in disappointment as the party went on. A few minutes pass of meaningless conversations and sips of your cup until you see the figure again.

This time, the ghost face was now a few steps away. The mask looking as if staring right at you “hey, do you know who the ghost face is?” You asked someone next to you.

“Nah, a few people were a little freaked out since they’ve been lingering around for a while but it’s probably just some rando” they replied with a shrug.

You decided to let it go, if it really was jake he’d at least give you a sign. You noticed your red lipstick smudged all over the cup, it’s time for a touch up.

You made your way out from the loud crowds and walked towards the bathroom you remember walking past when you first came in. You sighed as you finally made it down the hallway.

Before you could process your surroundings, you felt a hand wrap around your mouth and a large arm wrapping around your stomach. You screamed into the palm as you got dragged into the restroom. You kicked and scratched at the persons hands as they locked the door.

You heard them grunt as they pinned you onto the sink. Your eyes widened as you saw the reflection of the masked ghost faced from before. “Don’t you remember my touch hun?”

You heard Jakes voice from under the mask as he pinned your back to his chest. You could feel his cock poking your plush ass that was on full display due to your tight costume.

“Son of a bitch” you yelled as you smack his chest “scared you huh?” He cooed as he pulled his mask off. You let out a sigh of relief as Jakes face came into view. “Of course you did you asshole” you hissed while giving him an eye roll.

Jake gave an amused chuckle as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, his eyes looking at you through the mirror as he rubbed his hands up and down your hips. “Dressed up as a bunny for me? All dolled up and pretty” he hummed as his fingers trailed up the curve of your ass.

You moaned at the feeling of his lips softly pressing on your skin, his tongue sucking softly onto your flesh as he bit up your neck and onto your jaw “mi conejita se míra tan guapa” Jake teased.

Your hips jerked back onto his as you felt his fingers play with the back of your zipper, his calloused fingers rubbing up your shoulders and back down to the zipper before slowly pulling the metal down.

Jake groaned as he unzipped your costume, your strapless bra and tiny panties coming into full view as he dragged the thin material off you. “Don’t look away from the mirror, I want you to look at yourself when I fuck you.”

Your mind went blank as your eyes followed his fingers down to your clit “me escuchaste?” Jake hummed as his palm slapped the back of your ass “yes yes.”

“Good girl” Jakes hands unzipped his own costume, his shorts and boxers getting yanked down in a hurry as you rubbed your thighs together. His fat tip slapped against your panties as he strung out of his boxers causing you to whine.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he ripped your panties off, throwing them somewhere into the pile of your costume. You could see how impatient jake grew as you whispered teasing words “please jake I need to feel you” ; “Wanna make you a daddy jake, hurry” you pouted.

The last one made him snap, within seconds he was slamming into your walls. You felt the air get knocked out of you as he held you close for a few seconds, a loud moan leaving his lips as you squeezed his cock in the best way.

His hand instinctively moved to your neck, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other with a fist full of your hair. Jake watched the way your tits bounced, watched them spill out of your flimsy strapless bra with each hard slam.

You were sure someone could hear you, his fast pace echoing through the bathroom as you hugged his arm. You moaned into his bicep as he pushed you onto the counter, the wet sounds of your pussy loudening as he continues his brutal pace.

“Mira que chula” he cooed. You whined into his arm as you felt every vein and curve of his cock rubbing against your tight walls. “My pretty girl letting me fuck her in bunny costume? Letting an old man like me fuck you out?” Jake hummed as he watched your tears stream down your face.

You hummed in agreement as his cock became overbearing. Jake loved the way you looked whenever he fucked you, you were always so fucking sensitive when he touched you in anyway.

You were completely dumb fucked as Jake let go of your throat, a loud gasp leaving you but before you could even catch your breath his hand wrapped under your thigh, lifting it up onto the sink and pushing your hips down to fuck you at a new angle.

“J- Jake b- ah-“ not a single coherent word came out of you as he slammed you onto his cock. You could feel his pubic bone dripped in slick as you focused on the sounds filling the room.

All of your senses were heightened at the feeling of his hands pinning you onto him. It was unfair how easily he could manhandle you into submission but neither of you complained.

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he lifted his hips up, angling his hips and hitting the perfect spot deep inside.

Your eyes connected with Jakes through the mirror while you bounced along with his thrusts “look at how pretty my little girl looks, look at yourself baby. So fucking gorgeous” Jake gritted.

Your vision went blurry as you finally let go. Your orgasm washing over you all the while Jake fucked his messy cock into you “yeahh sweetheart” he hummed, hand wrapped under your jaw and head thrown over his shoulder as he felt you squeeze him to the brink.

You watched in the mirror as Jakes eyes squeezed shut and mouth flew open. A loud gruntled moan spilled out of him as he came inside you.

His warm liquid coated your gushy walls with pride “you wanna make me a daddy baby? Want me to fill this pretty cunt up with my cum yeah? Don’t worry honey. I’ll make sure it happens”

#smut #marvel smut #moonknight x reader #moon knight smut #jake lockely smut #jake lockely x reader #kinktober #jake lockley #jake lockely imagine #jake lockely x you

[potatopfft]

Ayo, who's also thirsty for Jake Lockely? Damn that man is HOT

#moon knight #jake lockely x reader smut #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely #marc spector #steven grant #konshu #layla el faouly #moon knight epi 6

[az-cain]

So Into You

jake lockely x reader ≈ 4.3k words masterlist here

the beginning of this is based loosely on the song of the same name by the atlanta rhythm section, very groovy. pretty much, y/n goes to a bar looking to get laid and gets exactly that. might be the best smut i’ve ever written, not beta read tho.

TW FOR: light drinking, mention of drugs/dealing, making out/kissing, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, PiV sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like them, wrap b4 u tap), hand on throat but not rlly choking

as always, lmk if i missed any warnings or have any spelling/grammar oopsies

This fic is NSFW, mature audiences only. Please continue at your own risk. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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The pub in central London was lit in neon shades of blue and pink, the scent of cigarette smoke and sex wafting through the air. The beer in front of you was watery and bitter, so you’d only taken one or two sips over the course of the last hour. You and your friends had no illusions- you wouldn’t be leaving here together. You’d been so fucking busy with work that the last time you’d gotten laid was over two months ago, so you’d put on your smallest black dress, the top hugging your breasts and the bottom hugging your ass. The two you’d come with had already left with two boys staring at them like they were the sun and stars.

You had your eye on a high-cheekboned man in a newsboy cap who’d walked in about a half an hour ago, now sitting on the other side of the bar nursing some cheap whiskey. His eyes were scanning the sleazy patrons, had been since he’d entered, so he was either here for a drug deal or the same reason as you. You guessed the second option, since you’d made eye contact a few minutes earlier and he’d winked at you while taking a sip of his drink.

His hand wrapped so easily around the thick glass, the veins and tendons surfacing with every movement. You’d have bet good money that they were dexterous and strong. You noticed him chewing something— what you hoped to be gum and not tobacco. After a little while watching him from afar, you got up from your seat with the drink you likely wouldn’t drink in hand, pulling your short dress down and placing yourself on the stool next to him. You set the bottle down and your left arm down right beside it, your feet propped up on the bottom bar of the stool and your right arm resting on your thigh.

“I’m (y/n).”

“Jake,” he said with a crooked smile.

“You from America?” He nodded, raising his right brow in question. “Let me buy you a drink, and we can talk about home. What are you drinking?”

“The most expensive whiskey they have, which also happens to be nearly the cheapest I’ve ever drank.” His heavy New York accent got you going, the sound of home heating you up almost embarrassingly quickly. You huff out a laugh, signaling the barkeep. He slipped the gum he was chewing between his front teeth for a moment, licking his lips. “Ain’t I meant to be the one buying your drink, hermosa?”

You rolled your eyes, “You can if you want, but I don’t give a shit. Didn’t look like you were gonna make any moves a minute ago.”

Both of his eyebrows shot up, his head cocking to the side as he scanned you up and down. “I was waiting. Life is nothing without foreplay.”

You blushed a bit at that, leaning back and tilting your head in a mirror of his. “You weren’t gonna do anything,” you called his bluff.

He leaned forward, now far closer to you, before signaling you to move closer as well. You obliged, tilting your body towards him and knocking knees with him lightly. “Trust me, I wasn’t going this night without talking to you at the very least. Couldn’t quit thinking about you, just couldn’t quite catch your eyes.” He scanned you up and down hungrily, stretching his gum over his tongue with a smile. “Trust me, I was gonna do something, muñequita.” Your face had turned red and your core had started aching, the pleasant tingle in your lower belly starting to become borderline uncomfortable.

“Such as?” You prompted, but the bartender arrived and you had to sit up. He asked what he could get you, and you ordered the man his whiskey before he cut in and ordered you something different— a strawberry daiquiri. The bartender scuttled away quickly, leaving you in your bubble once again. You didn’t even have the time to turn back to Jake before his lips were beside your ear.

“If you hadn’t come up to me, I’d have eventually gotten next to you, and this night would have preferably ended with you in my bed.” You turned to see him bite his lip, glancing down to your chest and changing how he was sitting slightly. Your eyes flicked down and back up, seeing a bulge in his pants. “Tonight could still end like that, you know.”

You hummed, looking at his lips, cast in blue from the lighting. “That’s the plan, now isn’t it?” Just then, the bartender returned with your drinks. You thanked him and took a sip of the daiquiri. You moaned quietly at the taste, drinking a bit more. He hissed, shifting in his seat. You knew what you’d done, watching him shift around and his bulge grow in size. When he met your eyes again, you smiled devilishly at him and laughed under your breath.

“Tú diablo, tonight is going to be fun.” He grinned back at you, shaking his head. “Don’t drink too much, I won’t fuck you if you can’t say yes.”

Immediately, you took one last sip and pushed the fruity drink away. Blood shot downwards, making you press your thighs together in anticipation. You leaned over your legs, his eyes moving down to your lips as your licked them and rubbed them together. He broke away momentarily to spit his gum into a napkin and place it beside his drink.

You watched as his head tilted and eyes closed, before your eyes shut too. His mouth hit yours, lips moving incredibly slowly. The light stubble over his cheeks and jaw burned your skin a little, but it was surprisingly pleasant. He tasted like watermelon and whiskey. One of his hands came up to the back of your neck, twining through your hair and pulling it lightly into his fist. You whined quietly as his lips slid against yours, nipping at your bottom one with his teeth and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues tangled together as you stood up, not breaking contact as you came to stand between his legs and rest your hands on his biceps. His tongue was rough against yours, the kiss speeding up into something more passionate while your hands balled into fists in his shirt. You pressed yourself into him, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as your chests pushed together. After a moment, you broke away with a gasp, a small string of fruit-and-whiskey-flavored spit linking you together for a few inches before you moved back a bit more. His eyes opened slowly, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks as his face broke into a grin. Your chests were both still heaving lightly when you sat again and called the bartender over.

“I’d like to pay my tab, please,” you said briskly, digging a 50 out of your purse and handing it to the man.

With a lower voice than before, Jake said, “Me too.” He echoed your actions with a glance at you. You knew your lips and cheeks were both likely pretty red from the blood.

The bartender left to print your receipts and fetch your change, and you tilted your body back to the man across from you. You looked over his body, noticing his sizable bulge now straining against his pants. You stood again, standing between his legs once again. His lips turned up to yours again and his arms wrapped around your back, but you pulled your face back, tutting lightly. He scooted forward on the stool, but you just tucked your head against his neck. You laid a light kiss against the juncture of his shoulder and neck, biting it lightly, to which he groaned low in his chest. The bartender returned, always with ill timing, so you just stuck your hand out for your change and receipt. Once it was set in your hand, you stuck it in your purse and cupped his jaw with the same hand. You laid your lips against his trap muscle in a different place, sucking just enough to leave a mark. His hands tightened, grinding his hips against yours as you both let out a moan. You could feel him hard as a rock against you through his now tight black jeans.

He snaked one hand up to your hair, pulling you up by it and placing a hard kiss against your lips before pulling back to whisper in your ear. “Let’s get out of here.” You nodded, stepping back to let him stand. He put the money on the counter into his pocket, stepped to your side, and laid a hand on your back, pushing you lightly to the exit. He stepped in front of you to hold the door and tug you to the sidewalk. The air was far cooler out there, your nipples peaking through your dress. You watched as his eyes trailed down your chest, landing on your breasts. He stepped closer, stripping off his jacket and placing it around your shoulders.

He leaned in after you’d slipped the tan bomber jacket on, warming up. His lips met yours and his arms wrapped around you again. You slid against his body, lips sliding quickly together between breaths. Your neck was craned up to meet him slightly, so he bent down a bit more and set his hand against the back of your head. He pushed against you, but remembered to stick a hand out for a cab. You felt him against your hip, and ground against him a bit. He hissed into your mouth, biting at your lip harshly as he rocked his hips against yours again. A cab pulled up next to you and you broke apart quickly, Jake stepping away and reaching out to hold the door so you could slide in. Once you’d gotten in, he slipped in beside you. “My apartment okay?” You nodded and he told the cabbie the address.

The grey-haired man in the driver’s seat nodded, turning his head to say “No shagging in my cab, got it?” quite sternly and wait for an affirmative response from both of you before slamming the little barrier between you. You looked at Jake with wide eyes, and he tilted his head forward in a mockery of a disappointed teacher before you both burst out into giddy laughter. You scooted closer to him, meeting his lips again and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

His nose nudged yours, moving down your jaw with light pecks before reaching your neck as his hands slipped around your waist. He laid kisses against the side of your throat, flicking occasionally with his tongue, and continued to move down to your exposed collarbone. He sucked a dark mark right onto the skin just above it, your breath coming heavily, intermixed with little whines, and your chest moving harshly as your fingers tugged at his dark curls. He moaned roughly against your skin from the pressure, nipping at you with his teeth. He removed his mouth from you, moving back up and brushing his rough, stubbly cheek against your soft one. “You make such pretty noises. Can’t wait to see what noises you make when I have my tongue inside you, muñequita.” He bumped his broad nose against yours as your core heated and tensed. “Bet you taste so good.”

Your lips had just met again when the car skidded to a halt. You pulled away quickly, wiping your mouth pointlessly as the driver opened the barrier and said that it was gonna be £27.50. You started to go for your money, but Jake grabbed your wrist with one hand and fetched his money with the other. He noticed as your breath hitched from the simple movement, licking his lips eagerly with a small smile before releasing you to count off £35. Once he’d handed the man his money and stuffed what remained back into his pocket, he shuffled out of the car and held the door for you once again. He wrapped his arm around you and let you through the entryway of his apartment and into the elevator to the second level, where you slipped your hand down and grabbed his ass. He groaned, smacking yours and laying a chaste kiss to your lips, before the doors opened and he had you go up the stairs behind him, ever the gentleman.

When you finally made it into his attic loft, you only had a moment to look around before his mouth was on your neck and his hands were on your ass, biting and massaging with a passion. You ground into his hips, spotting the bed and pushing him lightly towards it. He was still hard against you, maybe even harder, so once you reached his bed, you shoved him down onto it and climbed on top of him. You placed your clothed body directly above his hips, setting your full weight into grinding down onto him. He let out a cry, bucking into you and putting his hands on your hips. He smacked his head down onto the pillows for a moment to catch his breath before grabbing you and flipping you under him. Your heart and core pounded harder at the display of strength, his lips finding yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth easily. You moaned into him, wrapping your legs around him and grinding slowly against his hard cock. He pulled back, his mouth leaving yours, and you opened your eyes to find him staring down at you.

“Do you want this?” He asked, licking his lips. You nodded, grinding against him and trying to pull him back down. He groaned, pressing into you. “Words, muñeca.”

“God, yes, Jake. Just fuck me.” He smiled, leaning back down to suck your lower lip back into his mouth before pulling back again, this time to pull your dress over your head. As his fingers notched under the hem of the dress, you wriggled towards him, helping him get it off of you. The dress had come with cups already in it, so you were left with a small red thong and no bra. You felt him twitch against you as he looked down in awe, throwing the dress somewhere and bringing his hands down to your tits. He looked up at you for consent before twisting your nipples between his fingers, kneading the soft flesh in his large, rough hands. Immediately, you moaned loudly into the open room. He dropped his mouth to your right breast, moving that hand down to your hip to cup you through your panties, making you buck harshly against him. His tongue flicked at your nipple, alternating between biting lightly and sucking on it. He pressed his middle finger into you, rubbing over your center lightly while he switched breasts, his empty hand coming back to your other breast. He continued stroking your entrance over your panties as you panted below him. When he moved to your clit, you shouted his name, white-knuckling the plain bedsheets.

After a moment, he pulled back, pulling off his shirt and peeling off your soaked panties. He moved back, pulling you to the edge of the bed and propping your hips up with a thigh to allow him to put a pillow under them. You shut your thighs, somewhat self-conscious at him seeing you so openly.

He tutted, meeting your eyes while he pried them apart, licking his lips and grinning at what was laid out before him. Your lower lips were absolutely shining with how wet you were. He kneeled down, tugging you a bit farther forward and kissing along your thighs. His chin and cheeks burned where they touched you. He moved one hand up to grab yours where it lay on the bed, placing it into his hair where you gripped it hard. He continued to suck marks into your thighs, slowly getting closer to where you were aching for him. His hands returned to the inside of your thighs, pressing them apart to give him easier access. He pulled back, admiring his work.

“Prettiest pussy I ever seen, cariño.” He groaned, nuzzling your thigh with his nose. “Makes me so fuckin’ hard.” And with that, he put his mouth onto you. His tongue darted out from his mouth, flicking at your clit with some force as he shook his head side-to-side, making you cry out and clamp your thighs together around his head. The stubble on his jaw pricked at you harshly, his head still moving between your legs. You threw your head back against the pillow hard when his lips latched onto you and sucked, hard. You felt his tongue continue to move against you while he sucked on your clit. His lips stayed sealed around you for a moment before his head moved down slightly, nose now pressing against your bud as his tongue dipped into you. He started making loud, wet noises as he slurped at you, drawing everything he could into his mouth.

He moaned against you, muttering something in Spanish before sliding his tongue back into you. He rocked his head forward and back, pushing it in and out of you as quick as he could manage. Your hands curled harder into his hair, tugging hard as your abdomen crunched up and the pressure in your belly ratcheted higher and higher. Your legs crossed around the back of his neck, holding him against you. One of his hands moved away from where it was lightly rubbing the outside of your thigh, coming to the inside as his mouth moved back up to your clit, his head moving side-to-side again.

He slipped two fingers inside you easily, your slick pussy taking them without protest. You felt the edge come hurtling towards you as you shouted his name, his fingers curling inside your body quicker than you’d ever felt before. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, the lewd slurping noises he was making filling the room combined with the noises you were both making. “Fuck, Jake, I’m so close, please,” you started crying, rocking up against his tongue and fingers. He looked up at you, saying nothing, but placing his lips around your clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking it as his fingers drove up into you faster, curling harder.

Within seconds, you were screaming his name, your lower abdomen tensing and relaxing so hard it shoved his fingers out of you momentarily. He just shoved them right back in, moaning loudly against you as your slick ran down his arm onto his bed, trying to catch as much as he could with his tongue. He worked you through it, flicking your clit lazily with his tongue as your hips bucked lightly against him, until you pulled his head away by the hair. He groaned at that, licking his lips and hand before wiping his face and arm off with his discarded shirt.

He stripped himself of his pants, leaving his boxers on as he brought his face back to yours, laying gentle kisses against your lips. You could taste yourself on him, and it was one of the hottest things ever. Your orgasm had ripped clean through you, leaving you sated and boneless. The kisses turned slowly back into passionate, hard ones, and he started to grind against you through his boxers. You moaned loudly, getting turned back on, when his face dropped to your neck. He started sucking more marks into you, bruising the skin, and grinding harder into you. “Please, Jake. Need you in me,” you whimpered, trying in vain to pull down his boxers. He hummed so low in his chest it sounded like a growl as he bit your skin, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain, before pulling off of you and tugging down his boxers.

His cock slapped against his belly, thick, red, and absolutely leaking. It wasn’t the longest you’d seen, but it wasn’t average either. It was so thick you were sure you wouldn’t be able to wrap a hand around it, and it was so red and swollen it looked ready to burst, the veins popping out all around it. You surged forward, taking him in your hand with a groan. He let out a strangled cry, lurching forward like you’d punched him in the gut as you ran your thumb over the very tip.

You stroked over it for only a moment more before he pushed your hand away and started to reach for the nightstand. You told him not to, that you were on birth control, even though you’d just met him. For some reason, you just needed him bare. He licked his lips with a smile and climbed back over you. “Are you ready for me, muñequita?” You nodded eagerly, moving your hips up in anticipation. He placed one hand beside your head and used the other to guide your legs over his hips and place himself into you. He was a tight fit, rocking slowly and rubbing your clit carefully as you hissed at the pinch. You were out of practice, and he was thicker than any you’d taken before. After a moment, he laid his lips onto yours, dipping his tongue into your mouth and slipping it against yours.

The discomfort subsided and you began to whine and rock your hips against his. He groaned like he was all out of air, kissing hard into your mouth as he pulled out slightly and slammed back into you. He swallowed your cries while he picked up a rhythm, slamming his hips into yours so hard you slid up the bed with every thrust. “Look so gorgeous, cariño, feel so fuckin’ tight around me.” He breathed heavily into your mouth, sharing air as he plowed into you. With each thrust, you moaned quietly, struggling to breathe. He reached down with both hands and leaned back, picking up your legs and placing them over his shoulders so he could have a better angle. His pelvic bone was hitting your clit with each thrust now, and you screamed his name as he started hitting that spot inside of you consistently, bringing you closer to that edge rapidly. You felt yourself clench around him, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. You whimpered, the stretch in your hamstrings increasing as he leaned forward to kiss you again, lips pressing harshly into yours. “Come for me, (y/n). Let go, cariño.”

As he commanded, you immediately reached your peak, clenching around him and thrashing on his bed, his cock still pounding into your g-spot. After a moment, he slowed down and pulled your legs off his shoulders. He pulled out of you, meeting your confused eyes before grabbing you by the shoulder and hip and flipping you harshly onto your stomach. He moved your knees forward and hips up with one knee, slipping back into you easily and picking his rhythm back up. The loud, wet smacking noise filled the room and mixed with the moans from the two of you. He wound one hand through your hair and the other was placed on your waist, pulling you up so he had access to your neck, which the hand that was in your hair came to rest on. The hand that he had around your waist moved down to your clit, drawing hard circles.

You could already feel yourself getting close again, so you whined and ground against his hand. “Fuuuuck, muñeca, gimme one more,” he moaned out, some parts punched out from the force of his thrusts. He rubbed your clit harder, hitting your g-spot harshly with every smack of your hips. You exploded again, screaming out his name as he bit your shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” He cried your name, trying to pull out, but you grabbed him by the back of the neck, holding him in you. He groaned loudly while the pulsing of your center sent him over the edge, clenching around him as he emptied into you. You felt the warm spurts of come fill you up, his hips slowing drastically as he rubbed your throat, letting you drop slowly back into his blankets before he pulled out of you, groaning at the sight of him leaking out of you. He dropped down one last time, scooping it out of you with his tongue, before you pulled your hips away and cried his name. “Too sensitive, please,” you muttered into the pillow, all fucked out. He chuckled behind you, flipping you over delicately.

“I’m gonna clean you up, one sec’.” He murmured, scanning your body before heading towards what you assumed to be the bathroom and emerging with a damp rag. He wiped his mouth and then between your legs, cleaning off the remnants he didn’t catch with his tongue. He left again to put the cloth in the hamper and grab you a cup of water, setting it on the nightstand by his bed. He laid down, leaving the amount of space between the two of you entirely up to you. You scooted beside him, curling into his side and laying your head on his chest.

The two of you laid there for what was probably only one or two minutes before you spoke. “You like steak?”

His head turned down to face you, nodding sleepily. “Why?”

“Dinner tomorrow night?”

He smiled, nodding again and pressing a light kiss to your lips. “A bit out of order, but I’d love to.” You felt sleep begin to tug on your eyelids, pulling you into its sweet embrace even while you were still in his. Soon after, you were passed out in his arms, and he was asleep holding you.

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@amchapel this felt infinitely longer while i was writing it

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[elliaze]

Taste of desire

Parring: Jake Lockley x fem!reader, mentioned Steven Grant x fem!reader and Marc Spector x fem!reader (but in like one sentence only, so it's mainly Jake x reder)

Warnings: smut, rough sex, creampie, sex in public place, both Jake and reader are crazy about each other, but they are so in love, this is my first time writing a smut so probably this is also a warning

Summary: Y/N and Jake are in the club.

Words Count: 1400

MASTERLST

Evening’s with Jake had their regular moments. First he would take you to your favourite restaurant, then you would end up at a nearby club to unwind after a long day. Mostly it ended with one or two drinks and a few dances, but you noticed that tonight was going to be different. 

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously, glancing at Jake. 

He was sitting next to you, sprawled out on a couch in one of the boxes you had managed to occupy. Jake put his hand on your uncovered knee and there would have been nothing strange about that, as he had held it almost all this time, showing that you were taken. This time, however, his hand slowly headed up the inside of your thigh, making you shiver. 

“ I have no idea what you're talking about, hermosa.” 

You rolled your eyes. Sometimes you forget what a cunning bastard Jake could be. Lockley actually acted as if he didn't know what was going on and was quietly drinking his whisky. You knew him too well and knew that it was just his game, which he mostly won, because at the end of the day you would let him do anything he likes to do to you. Just like now, when you felt getting hot at the thought of what state he could bring you to again. 

“Jake” you said his name with warning as you felt his hand travel higher. You quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him between your legs, but you still managed to feel the heat coming from him. Something tightened in your stomach at the fact that he was only inches away from touching you where you needed it. You looked around to see if anyone had noticed that his hand was under your skirt, and you breathed a sigh of relief when you noticed that everyone was busy with their own. “We're in a public place. This is not funny.”

Lockley tsked in satisfaction. He slid his hand out from under your skirt and for a moment you hoped you might have talked some sense into him, but then he grabbed you around the waist and moved into his lap. He put his hands on your hips, not letting you move anywhere. There was a devious smile on his face, and you could see that dangerous glint in his dark eyes. Jake leaned over you and placed a hot kiss on your neck. As hard as you wanted to fight it, you couldn't ignore the fact that this alone made you feel yourself getting wet. You moaned softly and tightened your fingers on his shoulders. You knew by now that you were at a loss.

“Fuck you, Lockley,” you whispered directly into his mouth, moving your hips back and forth. Jake was unpredictable, but you weren't going to let him be the only one to torment. He only laughed, as if he had heard the best joke. 

“That's my intention, querida, but only with you. That's why you have two options,” he said, bringing his lips close to your ear. “I can take you right now, right here, where everyone can see us. Or you can be a good girl, and we'll go to the bathroom, because you look too sexy for me to wait until we get home.”

You drew a loud breath as he gently bit the lobe of your ear. You had forgotten about the world around you, and he could actually fulfil the first option. But you still had some sense, and all you could do was clasp his face in your hands, and kiss him hard, showing that you were agreeing to whatever he was thinking about. 

“The bathroom,” you whispered.

Jake set you on the ground and you could feel your legs go weak under you. This was to be the first time he had acted this way towards you in public. He had teased you, and made you blush, but you had always been able to wait until you got home. This time, the journey in the car would be too long, and you needed to feel his touch and kisses on your body.

“That's what I thought,” he spoke up slyly.

Lockley threw his arm over your shoulder and, paying no attention to whether anyone was watching you, led you into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door, you had the feeling that some wild animal had entered him. He kissed you immediately, and the kiss almost left you breathless. You moaned protractedly as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He pushed you towards the washbasin against which he leaned you, and you widened your legs, allowing him to stand between them. He was so close to you that you could feel his bulge in his trousers growing larger. 

“I swear you're going to drive me to death one day,” he said between kisses. 

Jake reached one hand up and placed it on your throat, squeezing gently. He didn't hurt you in any way, but it only made you want more. You could feel his familiar touch on your body, which was causing you to lose your mind completely, and that was all that mattered to you. Everything he was doing was not enough for you. You craved more and more. 

“Jake…”

“Don't worry, princesa. I'll make you feel like you're in heaven.” 

You believed him, because he was able to do it every time. Whenever he touched you in this way, you felt like he was discovering some new place that you had no idea of, where his touch could give you such pleasure. Jake sat you down on the sink and pulled your skirt up to your hips. He moved you to the edge of the counter so that your body bent at an unnatural angle, and you moaned into his mouth when you felt his other hand land between your legs. He slipped his fingers under your underwear and as he ran his fingers over your clit, you heard him curse under his breath. 

“I haven't even done anything yet, and already you're wet for me. This is all just for me, isn't it?”

“Just for you,” you said and pushed your hips forward, impatient with the fact that he kept teasing you. “Only for you, Jake.” 

You kissed his neck and slipped your hands under his shirt, immediately directing them to his back. You ran fingernails over his skin, and he growled at the small gesture. 

“That's right, that's my name, baby. And you will be screaming it so that everyone who walks by will hear you and know who's giving you so much pleasure.”

Without warning, Jake slipped two fingers into you at once. You cursed loudly and leaned your head against the mirror behind you. You were breathing heavily, and your chest was rising and falling at an irregular rate. You were on the verge of euphoria, and Lockley only smiled to himself with satisfaction at seeing you in such a state. He leaned over you and, still exploring your delicate insides, began to descend lower and lower with his kisses. He started from a place behind the ear, down your throat and neck, on to your breasts and chest, which were hidden under the material of your dress. He placed a kiss just above your most sensitive spot, until finally he grabbed your underwear and pulled at it. 

All you could hear was the crack of the material, and that sobered you for a moment.

“Did you…just…destroy my underwear?” You asked, struggling to form the words into a question. 

Jake just laughed and lifted his hand, which contained the torn fabric.

“I'll buy you a new and sexier set.” 

“Asshole, how am I supposed to get home now?” 

“No one but us will know you're acting like a pequeña puta.”

You hated being addressed that way. You considered it a completely sexist text and, above all, disrespectful. But when Jake lost his temper and addressed you with these kinds of words... Oh, you knew it only turned you on. You didn't have time to answer him when Jake crouched down and his lips were between your legs.

Lockley was unrelenting. His fingers had driven you mad before, but now, combined with his tongue, they were a pleasurable torment. You slipped your fingers into his hair and clenched them, trying to find something in the way of balance. This was extremely difficult as Jake touched you in ways you could only imagine. Then Jake slid a third finger inside you, and you felt as if something slowly broke inside you. Pain and pleasure were merging together. You felt the pressure in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more unbearable, as if waiting for the right moment to let go. 

“I'm holding you, querida. Just give in. Come for me.”

His words of encouragement made something inside you relax. One minute you could feel the end approaching, and the next the greatest fulfilment had completely taken over you, and you came with his name on the lips. However, Jake did not pull away immediately. He ran his tongue over your sensitive folds once more, and only then did he straighten up. At the same time, he slid his fingers out of you, and when your gazes met, he slowly began to lick them.

“You are so sweet,” he muttered. You smiled blissfully, trying to focus all your attention on him, although it wasn’t that easy. You were shaking all over, and you were glad to be sitting, because you wouldn't have been able to stand on your own feet.

“I have no idea how I'm going to get out of here,” you said, struggling to normalise your breathing. It felt like your heart was about to fall out of your chest, and you felt as if you had run a marathon. “I don't think I can walk.” 

Jake just smiled with satisfaction. Your words had tickled his ego pleasantly. He couldn't take his eyes off you and, in some way inexplicable to him, you were even more beautiful than normal and, above all, he wanted you even more. 

“You don't think I'm done with you, do you?”

You merely said his name, and he used that moment to slip his fingers into your mouth this time. There was something disgusting about it, but at the same time, so sexual that you could feel it starting to work again. If you had somehow managed to normalise your breathing, now you felt it accelerate again, and all you were able to repeat in your mind was his name. Jake grabbed you by the hair and tilted your head back to start kissing your neck and throat. He was doing this extremely aggressively and was finding it increasingly difficult to hold back, especially when he had you in front of him, ready to receive anything he was able to give you.

Jake moved his hands to his trousers, quickly unbuttoning them. 

“Turn around,” he commanded, and a shiver ran through your body. “I need you now.”

You didn't even have a chance to reply as Jake grabbed you by the hips and rolled you over onto your front. He bent you forward for better access and then slid his hands down to your exposed buttocks and slapped one of them. You let out a surprised squeal, but quickly forgot about it as you felt him begin to slowly enter you, giving you a chance to get used to the feeling. 

“Fuck, I always forget…” you began, but were unable to finish when Jake entered you full length. You took a deep breath, and although it wasn't the first time you'd had sex like this, you felt like you were feeling it doubly now. You leaned your head forward, accepting the feeling of fullness that you only felt with him, Marc or Steven. You entwined the fingers on Jake's head. 

Lockley at the same time reached forward and placed his hand on your neck again. He pulled your chin so that your gazes met in the mirror. There was a devious smirk on his lips, but you were too absorbed in what he was doing to care. 

“Forget what?” He began to whisper in your ear, slowly moving inside. “That I'm so big you can barely fit me? Or about the fact that you're always so tight for me, no matter how many times I take you?”

“YES! Yes, yes! Fuck… Jake, please…”

You were in a state where you couldn't string a single sentence together. You didn't even have a clue what exactly you were asking for, but you knew you needed it more, faster. 

“What are you asking me, hermosa?”

Jake brushed your hair away from your face, and leaned over to start kissing your neck. You tightened your fingers in his hair. You pulled at it a tad harder than you had expected, but Jake only growled into your hot skin. 

“Don't stop,” you said with difficulty. “And don't hold back. I know you won't hurt me.” 

It worked on him, like the best spell. Jake clamped his fingers tighter around your throat and you held your breath for a moment. But then Lockley sped up and amplified his movements so that you had no idea where he ended and you began. He moved inside you so sharply and aggressively that you could feel your hips thumping against the sink. You were sure you would have bruises later, but at that moment that was the last thing you worried about. You were thinking about how you would be able to get to the car later, as you knew you wouldn't be able to stand on your own. Jake's action was taking away every ability you had. 

“Can you do this?” Your gazes met again in the mirror. This time, Jake could see the tears gathering in your eyes. You merely nodded her head. “Say it.”

“I can do it,” you repeated after him. “Jake, fuck, I…”

You paused as another moan escaped your lips. Jake moved his hand down over the neckline of your dress until he finally slipped his fingers under the fabric of your bra and squeezed your breasts. You cursed again and leaned your head back, resting it against his shoulder. You closed your eyes at the feeling that slowly wanted to leave your body. Jake ran his thumb over your nipple. 

“Yeah, me too,” he answered slowly, losing the ability to form sentences properly.

Jake sped up even more, and you began to move, mimicking his pace, until you finally came, once again shouting his name, and he did the same literally seconds after you. You were panting and breathing heavily and needed a longer moment to recover from what had happened. When you were finally able to function normally, Jake slid out of you, and you felt his seed running down your legs. You didn't have the strength to do anything about it, but you didn't need to because Lockley quickly took care of you. He washed you thoroughly and then helped you to fix your dress and hair.

“You were so good to me. So beautiful. Let's go home, shall we?”

You nodded her head.

“I love you, mi corazón,” he said.

“I love you too, Jake.” 

You smiled and allowed him to place one hand on the side of your head. You entwined her fingers around his wrist and immediately felt him place a brief and tender kiss on your forehead. Later, supporting you firmly at the waist, you left the bathroom together, and he led you to the car.

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[lizispunkk]

WAKE UP OSCAR ISAAC AT THE BASKETBALL GAME TODAY

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[redeyerhaenyra]

The main difference between the moon boys as they walk past you:

Marc: Slaps your ass and then walks away, hiding his smirk as you tell him off

Steven: Pecks you on the side of your head sweetly, but is unable to keep his eyes from looking down your shirt

Jake: Just straight up pinches your bum and then kisses you as you squeal in surprise

Ty to @Silvernight-m for providing the jake headcanon mwah mwah x

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[mandalorianslut]

Steven Grant 100% is a whiner. like can you just imagine riding him, his hands tied up as he helplessly bucks up into you. sweet and desperate whines following from his lips...

he's so silly

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