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burning-omen · 7 months

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Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

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SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

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silvercrescentwolf · 1 year

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Wonder Boy || Steven Grant x Male Reader

Characters: Steven Grant X Male!Reader | Marc Spector X Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Moon Knight

Warnings: None

Summary: Steven was massively crusing on you, and so was Marc even though he denies it.

Steven Grant was massively crushing on someone.

That someone happened to be you, one of the museum's best tour guides. It was mainly because of your warm personality and the way you made everyone feel welcomed. Your bright, shiny aura drew people in. The ability to make even those uninterested in history curious and ask questions. You described things with such confidence, one would think you were actually there.

Or maybe it was because of your captivating eyes, which he always got lost in. Or your deep, sometimes husky voice that sent shivers down his spine. Or that attractive smile that never failed to leave him speechless.

Marc makes fun of his pinning, of course. He found it hilarious that Steven turned into a blubbering mess in front of you.

Steven didn't know what he was talking about. Marc could deny it until he's out of breath, but Steven could feel him close to the surface whenever he spoke with you. How he sometimes melts at the sound of your laugh.

Steven gave out a small smile, internally gleeful. Not even Marc was immune to your charm.

"He looks lovely today," Steven murmured, staring at you long enough for it to be creepy. He saw Marc rolling his eyes in the mirror, though he felt his agreement.

Marc noticed that you had finished your tour and seemed to be approaching them. Steven was still out of it, so he took control of his hand and slapped him.

Steven's eyes widened as your eyebrows shot up. Now he didn't normally curse, but he wanted to curse Marc to kingdom come for this.

"Hey, Steven," you said with a smile, deciding to just ignore whatever that was.

Steven attempted to answer back, but his throat suddenly felt dry, and he couldn't get a word out. He couldn't even begin to explain what that was before.

Marc shook his head at his other half's poor attempt at conversation. Steven's cheeks turned red as you shot him a concerned look.

That wasn't going away any time soon.

"So how was your day?" You asked curiously. "Anything interesting happen?"

You always seemed interested and asked about his day. Steven wished he could tell you some wild story—or even a funny one—so he could hear you laugh. Alas, he worked at a gift shop, and nothing worth saying ever happens here.

He heard you calling his name and realised that he had zoned out for some time and still hasn't answered your question.

"O-Oh, my day was—it was fine," he stammered, not knowing what to say. "And not really. Being a tour guide would be more exciting, though." He said it wistfully.

You were sympathetic toward his plight. You had definitely tried to help him in that regard. You knew Steven knew Egyptian history, and his enthusiasm for the subject would've made him a great tour guide.

You continued chatting for a while, rambling about myths and stories that completely went over Marc's head.

When closing time came, you and Steven walked out together in silence; both of you were too tired to speak.

You waved at Steven as you separated. You yawned and put your hands in your pockets. You swallowed, feeling parched from all the talking, not noticing you were being followed by two sketchy-looking men.

You were suddenly tugged into an alley and harshly pushed against the wall, causing you to yell loudly.

Steven, who wasn't so far ahead, jolted as he recognised your voice. Marc instantly took control of the body and ran to you.

What he didn't expect when he turned around the corner was to find you punching a man hard in the face.

He watched, gaping, as you kneed the other one in the stomach, who doubled over in pain, before turning your attention to his partner and kicking him out. You bashed the remaining one's head, rendering him unconscious.

You turned around to see Marc looking at him in disbelief, and you smirked.

Marc broke out of his daze when he saw that he had your attention. He panicked a little, not yet ready to face you, and he quickly surrendered the body to Steven.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Steven gushed, making you smile a bit.

"Ten years of practising karate had their uses," you boasted with a bit of a smirk.

"I guess they did," he said, in awe of you, before suggesting that he accompany you to your house.

You frowned. "Are you sure? It's a little far from your house."

"No, really, it's okay. I want to make sure you're safe," Steven said sincerely. Your eyes softened, and you smiled at him softly.

"All right," you shrugged, wrapping your arm around his shoulders.

Steven flushed brightly when he made eye contact with you. "Let's go then, wonder boy," he joked, making you laugh loudly.

With that, they went together, and Steven smiled at his—no, he thought as he glanced at his reflection—their wonder boy.

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

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odetodilfs · 9 months

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him.

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams.

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you.

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic.

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted.

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist.

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you.

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please.

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches.

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you.

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it.

Poe Dameron

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking.

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you.

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private.

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

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hellsburners · 8 months

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you got me

summary: marc finds you wearing his shirt and a pair of short shorts pairing: marc spector x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, kinky marc, bottom!reader, marc hates short shorts (secretly loves it) a/n: thanks to this lovely prompt (also i might make one for jake and steven too if i have the time)

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Marc came home to a quiet apartment. It was clean, as always, with all of Steven’s books arranged on the desk and Jake’s favorite clothes ironed on the clothes rack. He couldn’t help but smile, dating you was probably the best thing that could happen to them.

“Baby?” he called. “You home?”

“Yeah, I’m here!” you said, carrying folded clothes to Marc’s closet. He took off his coat, dropping it on the couch. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m fine,” he stretched his back muscles and cracked his neck, the fatigue weighing in. “Just need a drink that’s all.”

You came out of his room, wearing his shirt and shorts too short. Marc’s thick eyebrows furrowed as you walked to the kitchen trying to get a wine glass for him.

You felt a finger on the back of your thigh, running up your skin till it reached the hem of your shorts. “Where’d you get this?” he whispered.

You grab the glass from the cabinet, leaving it on the counter. Marc’s eyes follow your movement, his hands snaking around your waist. “Get what?”

“These shorts,” he said, palming your ass through the cloth. “They’re a little—provocative?”

“It was very hot today,” you said. “And I cleaned the whole flat!”

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” Marc whispered, smelling himself on you. He pressed a kiss on your nape, sniffing on the base of your neck, his arms toying with the barrier between your skin and the shorts.

“Go sit on the couch I’ll bring the wine,” you smirked.

Marc sat on the couch, manspreading while holding the empty wine glass. He bit his lips, the sight was downright obscene. As you reached for the wine on the top shelf, your shirt would lift to the point that he could see the garter of your underwear. Marc’s cock turned in his seat.

“Come sit on my lap,” he said, pulling you to his lap before you poured the wine. You cheered before taking a sip, the bitter liquid burning your throat.

Marc’s hands snaked all over your smooth legs, he lifted your leg from your ankles to place kisses all over your legs. You squirmed under his embrace, burying your face on his neck.

“Marc—” you whimpered. He made you straddle him, his ass practically slapping your ass.

“I’m gonna fucking rip these shorts off you,” he said, kissing you in the process. He held your chin, his other hand going under your shorts. “Your legs are so pretty—and that fucking ass,” slapping your ass again making you shudder.

“I didn’t know it would have this much of an effect on you,” you wail, “I could’ve worn something shorter.”

“Try me.”

“I’m pretty sure Steven liked it when I wore these shorts.”

“Oh he liked it very much,” he said, his hands reaching under your shirt finding your nipples, he toys with them, eliciting a whimper under your breath.

You grind on his lap trying to give his growing erection some friction, a groan leaves his lips. Your hands rest on his chest, using it to stabilize your body as your hips roll on his cock.

Marc bites his lip almost drawing blood trying to stifle his moans. He grips on the hem of your shorts pulling them down to nearly expose your ass as he leaves hickeys all over your neck.

“I’m gonna rip this off you,” he declares.

“Marc—”

You unbuttoned his trousers, palming his dick through his boxers. His hands linger on your neck, running through your hair as you release his cock from its confines.

It was already leaking with precum, you use the wetness as lube for your hand, stroking his thick shaft. Marc takes his jacket off, his body already warming up, sweat dripping on his forehead.

“Can I ride it?” you pout.

“No, baby,” he said. “You’re bending over for me tonight. Go to the bed, on your hands and knees.”

“Oh.”

“And keep your clothes on.”

You did what you were told, waiting in the room staring at the stark wall waiting for him. You hear the door creak he is silent, but you hear his belt jingle as he walks. You feel the warmth of his hand on your back, pressing it down so your ass was pointing towards him, your shirt pooling on your shoulders leaving your back bare.

His fingers reach under the hem of your waist, simultaneously pulling with so much force tearing the thin cloth and splitting it into two pieces—the fabric rips like the sound of thunder behind you. Marc does the same to your underwear.

“Marc!”

“Now that it’s out of the way,” he said. “I’m gonna play with this all night,” massaging your ass before he dives right in, licking and sucking on your hole drawing whimpers from your mouth.

He spits on your hole, using his fingers to enter it. He curls his fingers to play with your prostate, the sheer amount of pleasure made your legs wobbly. He takes a moment to nibble on the fatty mound on your rear, leaving hickeys as his fingers continue to play with your hole. His other hand finds your erection, stroking it.

You continue to writhe and whimper under him, your mouth dripping with saliva, your eyes rolling back into your skull, pure ecstasy enveloping your being. Your hands grip tightly on the sheets, leaving dents on your palms. Marc smacks your ass from the continued assault.

You could hear Marc stroke his cock, the wet sounds were so lewd it led to your cock ache even more. You wanted him to use you, to draw out all the moans, to punish you for offending him.

“You’re so hot baby,” Marc uttered. “Need this every day.”

“Please—I need you already.”

“Need me, how?”

“Inside me—please.”

That does it for Marc. He teases your hole with the tip of his cock, tracing it around with its wetness. He presses in, the tight muscle enveloping it. Your back aches but he persists, pressing deeper until it’s fully sheathed inside you.

The two of you let out guttural moans, tears welling under your eyes. Marc bends down to grab onto your hair, pulling at his hips to push in. There was a rough side to him that you know, but maybe it was the shorts or the fatigue, but tonight he was rougher, his grip on you tighter.

“So fuckin’ tight—”

He thrusts, over and over. The sound of skin slapping and your cries are the only things your neighbors would hear. His hand pushed you down the bed, his other hand at your side for support.

You stroke your cock, practically leaking onto the sheets. Marc whispers sweet nothings to your ear, and a drop of the wetness on his lips drips down your ear. He nibbles your ear, your hands still gripping onto the sheets.

He flips you around so that you’re facing him, placing your legs on his shoulders. He thrusts back again into you, the base of his cock hitting your ass on each stroke of his hips. The veins on his hand bulge as they sit tightly on your wrists, pinning them above your head.

Precum leaks from your tip, pooling on your abdomen. Marc takes some with his index finger, scraping it up from your belly button to your chest, and brings it to your lips. You lick your essence from his fingers, the salty bitterness on your tongue. He bends down to share your wetness with a kiss.

“It tastes good, yeah?”

You nod, your eyes scrunched up from all the stimulation. You could feel your core tighten, the heat pouring through your veins. Marc leaves light kisses all over your skin down to your collarbone. All you wanted to do was take him in your embrace.

You pull him in, your nails digging into his skin leaving red marks down his back. His dark curls tickle your face, his head buried in the corner of your neck. He ruts into you faster, harder, more forcefully. You let out cries that break through the hot atmosphere.

“Babe—I’m close,” you whine.

“I know baby, I know,” he coos, caressing your cheeks. “You gotta be patient though, –need you to wait for me.”

“I’ll try—” the tears blurring your vision. The pleasure coming from Marc’s cock was intoxicating, the heat of our muscle combined with his thrusts almost drove him to the edge, teetering for release.

“Fuck, you’re so tight you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

“Can you cum inside me?” you begged. You held his face in your palms, relishing his beauty as he fucked you. His long lashes and his thick brows scrunched all over. It was adorable.

“If you want me to,” he groans. “Anything for you.”

Marc moved his hips with such grace and power it was finally the time for release. He kissed your lips, moaning from the moment the two of you reached your climax. Marc, thrusting erratically, as you stroke your erection one last time. Your wetness shoots all over your torsos, his cum filling inside you leaving a warmth fullness.

He pulls back from this kiss, staring down at you with dark eyes. He pushes your hair back, caressing your cheek with his thumb. Your breaths heave trying to catch some air.

“My pretty boy,” he lets out. “Wear those shorts again and I’m fucking your brains out.”

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lieutnt · 4 months

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Omega Steven Grant x top male reader. Steven is in heat and comes from work very very need, and he literally begs his partner to creampie him

Steven barrels into your chest as soon as he’s through the door, rubbing himself against you as if he’s trying to push into the space next to your heart. You try to ask him what’s wrong but he’s reluctant to be pulled away, and it’s not until you smell the air, instantly picking up the scent of his slick that you realise. He looses a purr when your hand combs through his curls, “It snuck up on you huh?” you ask. Steven’s never been one for keeping good track of his heats, having to rush home when it hits him unexpectedly.

He nods against you, arms tightly wrapped around your body to keep you close. “I need you luv.” Moving up he burrows into the crook of your neck, already losing himself in trying to get as much of your scent on him as he can.

After a whirlwind of clothes being pulled off you have Steven underneath you, naked and desperately trying to fuck himself back against you as you sink into his wet heat inch by inch, going slow despite his pleas for more. His body screams at him to breed and that’s what he does when your balls press against his ass; begs you to fill him up, to cum inside, keep him on your knot until something takes.

You fuck him through two orgasms before yours makes an appearance, your warning sending Steven into a frenzy as he rocks himself back against you, hole trying to suck you in deeper. Your cum flooding his insides has Steven groaning so loud you think the neighbours may hear, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the smell of an omega in heat has you cumming more than usual, some already leaking from his hole.

Before you can collapse on top of Steven you roll onto your side, hugging him to your chest as he purrs contentedly, your cock acting as a plug to keep your cum inside while the intensity of his heat wanes temporarily, body momentarily satiated as you protectively curl around him.

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miguel-owhora · 7 days

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i lied. anyways, have this small steven drabble :3

"Slow- ah! - down!" Despite Steven's attempts at getting you to slow down, you did anything but. Your claws gripped his knees to his chest, his pretty plump pussy on full display, and fuck, what a view it was. It stretched nicely around your cock, the sweet wet squelch sound bouncing off around his room as you all but fucked into him.

Not that he was complaining, of course not your little Steven. You knew he was a little slut, you knew it when you first met him, could feel his pheromones teasing you, fucking slut. The thought alone has you growling, sharp teeth clenched and drooling down your dark lip as you quickened the pace—somehow.

It ripped a loud squeal from Steven, who thrashed and cried out as he squirted, and your hold on him tightened as you pressed him deeper against the bed and deepened your thrusts. Your cock pounded into his sloppy cunt, ou could feel his gummy walls clenching around your cock, silently begging for your knot. Steven babbled underneath your larger form, his curly hair sticking to his scalp as he cried, so flushed and sweaty; you leaned down to lick at his tears. It was salty.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but all that came out was a sharp moan when you sharply jabbed your cock against his sweet spot. He looked exhausted—maybe getting fucked by a werewolf was what he needed to have a good night's rest.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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I love reading your work, could you do the Moonboys + Khonshu (if possible) with a touch starved s/o? 💜🩵💙

Moonboys and Khonshu x touch starved male reader

Headcanons

I miss the moonboys. I still hope they make another season,,,

I believe in softer Khonshu, I’m ignoring how hed really be in canon.

Marc Spector

I imagine Marc is just as touch starved as you are, he just doesn’t like to be open about it. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable like that, which in the end just makes him more touch starved.

So, when you start cuddling him more, holding his hand, always being near him and touching him in some way. Then he would tense in the beginning, but soon he would start melting into the touch.

It starts small, like him letting you grab his hand, and Marc intertwining your fingers. Or when you guys are sitting on the couch watching a movie and you lay your head on his shoulder, Marc would rest his head against yours.

Little by little he would start opening up, the more your relationship develops, and trust is built. I don’t think he would say it with words, but Marc would start to be more physically affectionate in different ways.

He never turns away any of your searches for touch, part of him melting little by little, until he feels all gummy and vulnerable on the inside, and Marc just finds himself curled up and holding you, feeling at peace.

Steven Grant

Like Marc, Steven would also be touch starved. Maybe not to the same extent as Marc, since Steven is aware of himself and his feelings to a deeper degree. He gets stimulation from other places, so its not that gut deep yearning the others have, but it’s still present.

So, when you start leaning on him, always touching him, or hanging onto him, Steven doesn’t mind. He especially loves it when you hug him from behind when he’s doing something, be it reading his books or when he’s puttering around the kitchen.

He almost melts if one of your touch searching behaviors is kissing him, be it his lips, his cheeks, his forehead or his hands, or pretty much anywhere. Steven just loves it so much it almost makes his heart burst.

Steven would also be the only one to go out of his way to verbally tell you he doesn’t mind you being touch starved, or how much you crave touch in some way. Just to make sure you are aware that he doesn’t mind, and you don’t need to hide it from him.

Jake Lockley

Do I even need to say it? touch starved. But hes the type of touch starved where he feels pain when you touch him, at least in the beginning. As the one that took most of the physical abuse for the system, Jake has a different relationship with touch.

So, in the beginning when he notices how touch starved you are and how you always want to be touching them in some way, he might go out of his way to switch with Marc or Steven.

As your relationship develops though, Jake slowly warms up, much slower than Marc. Its always small touches, like hooking your pinkies together when walking, or him brushing his hand through your hair.

He would be tense when you need hugs, but after some time Jake would allow it because he loves you. And by extension, Jake would start feeling better when it comes to human touch.

Hed never be as affectionate as Marc or Steven, at least for a very long time, but he goes out of his way to reassure you in the ways you need, to make sure you get your needs met and don’t feel neglected.

Khonshu

Unlike the moonboys I don’t think Khonshu is touch starved. As a god I don’t even think he really craves physical affection the same way we do. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it, but the craving isn’t as big for him.

When it comes to you being touch starved, I think Khonshu would just go along with it and let you cuddle into him, or lean on him, or whatever else you need to do.

He would love to run his hand through your hair though, his deep voice making a comment every now and then, comparing you to a cat or some other affectionate cute animal.

Khonshu wouldn’t go out of his way to tell you in words that he understands you are touch starved and that he doesn’t mind. He just shows you it doesn’t bother him, by holding you when you need it, or cuddling you to his chest when you have that yearning for touch.

And since very few people can see him, then he is always able to be near you and touching you. No one is gonna see the bird skulled giant following you around with his hand on your shoulder anyways, so why not.

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hopelessrromantix · 10 months

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Can I have top reader fucking Steven somewhere like a alley or bathroom and he is trying really hard to be quiet but it's very hard because reader is fucking him so hard and good that he can't help but make noise. And can I be🦑 anon if you dont mind.

No YOU took like a year for this request....... shh

Have this as an apology 🦑 <3

“Pleasepleaseplease”

“Please what, Steven?”

If he was honest, he didn’t know what he was begging for. Did he want you to stop? Keep going? He hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“Please what?” You said firmly, pausing your thrusts inside him. It was an easy decision from there.

“Please fuck me.” He asked, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

The museum’s bathroom was clear for now, but that could change at any moment. And Steven really wasn’t ready to explain anything in case someone came looking for him.

“Was that so hard?” You asked, sliding out slowly, prompting a high pitched whine from Steven. You slapped his ass in response.

“Don’t want anyone to hear you, sweetheart, do we?” You questioned. He shook his head rapidly, half-distracted by the feeling of your tip lining up with his hole again.

He choked back noise when you pushed in, the only sound escaping was a high whine that slowly died down.

Usually that would’ve helped in keeping quiet, if the sound of your hips hitting his ass wasn’t so loud.

“Slow down, slow, please! Someone’s gonna hear!” Steven reminded, hoping you’d actually listen.

He got no such luck.

“I don’t hear anyone right now, do I?” You asked, the smirk in your voice audible. “Just keep quiet and take it.”

You thrust into him deeper, hitting a spot that made his moan, prompting him to quickly cover his own mouth. He was barely paying attention anymore though, too focused on the feeling of you fucking him to be reasonable.

“Getting loud there, baby.” You reminded. “You want someone to hear you like this? Whoring yourself out at work?”

Steven shook his head rapidly, but another thrust hit deep, forcing out another small moan. You laughed at him, practically forcing him to cum against the stall’s wall.

“Please cum inside? Please? Wanna feel you fill me up.” He begged, fully knowing he had a good hour before you had to go home. “Just wanna feel you cum,” His begging got repetitive, the soft sounds of his plea echoing through the bathroom. Looks like he didn’t care much about being quiet anymore.

You leaned into him, your chin settling in the crook of his neck. “Just because you asked nicely.”

You gave a few more thrusts, slamming him into the wall, forcing out another moan. Cum dripped down his cock slowly as he felt you cum inside him as deep as you could manage.

You took a second to pull out of him, doing so slowly (against Steven’s wishes).

You pulled up his boxers, staining the fabric with the cum slowly dripping down his legs.

“I can fill you again when we get home,” You reassured, slapping his ass, and prompting a shudder from him, both in terror and delight.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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anxitea-shop · 2 years

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POV: You talk with your lovely fiancé (or husband 🤭) Steven on facetime

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havensins · 10 months

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omg but imagine bending ftm steven over his desk and just railing him PLEASE🙏

(also can I be 🦑 anon?)

(yes you can!) with this i can imagine that steven has finally gotten the job he’s wanted as tour guide! and he’s so happy and invites you into his new office and personal section of the museums.

of course the little tease didn’t have you there for purely innocent reasoning, he’d made that clear the moment he sat on your lap. “i think i deserve a reward..” he’d mumble softly as he grinds down on your thigh.

and you couldn’t argue with his logic, truly. that was how you ended up with steven bent over his new desk, slacks bunched down to his ankles with his button up shirt pressed up to his chest.

his lewd sounds of your pelvis smacking against the globes of his ass sounded around the small space and steven was glad he was tucked away from the rest of museum.

you have his hands pinned behind his back as you press him into a deep arch. the moment you change the pace of your movements to slow and deep, he loses it. guttural moans are torn from him, and his orgasm hits him out of no where.

his legs are twitching as the remnants of his cum drips down his thighs. he’s practically sobbing as he comes down from his high, and gasps sharply one’s he feels that your thrusts never relent. “your reward isn’t over yet, love, im going to make you cum until you can’t even think,” you grunt, and his mouth falls open pitifully to beg you for exactly that.

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silvercrescentwolf · 2 years

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Collide || Steven Grant x Male!Reader

Characters: Steven Grant X Male!Reader

Fandom: Marvel, Moon Knight

Warnings: None

Summary: Steven was on his way home when he makes a new acquaintance.

A/N: Did I mention how much I love Steven. Also, the GIF isn’t mine.

Steven met you—ran into you, really—on a Tuesday.

He was coming back from buying food for Gus 2.0. He wasn’t about to let this one die, especially since Marc killed the other one. Steven didn't listen to his excuses—“It was an accident, Steven, and I was busy trying to stop the end of the world.”—he should have taken better care of Gus.

And he still didn’t even apologize!

Still, it was supposed to be a quick trip. Marc was asleep; Steven couldn’t feel him. Probably exhausted from whatever mission Khonshu had given him yesterday. Steven would know; he can feel how tired he is like he hadn’t slept at all. Which was most likely accurate.

He was planning on reading some interesting book, or even attempting to nap for a bit, and get some rest.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

‘Why does this always happen to me?’ Steven bemoaned internally.

You were tall, lean, and absolutely gorgeous. Steven didn’t even know he was attracted to blokes—is Marc?—but maybe you were the exception? Either way, you were so stunning that he found himself floundering a bit.

You had been holding some important-looking files. Files that you were picking off the floor.

Files that Steven had knocked over.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Steven gasped, hands hovering over you, and then he was crouching to the ground, helping you collect the papers.

He thanked God, Khonshu, and every other deity that the ground wasn’t wet. Otherwise, all the papers would have been ruined.

“It’s okay,” you smiled, your eyes shining, and a blush staines high across your cheeks. He couldn’t help but be entranced.

Steven composed himself as well as he could, held onto the stack of papers just to make sure They were still relatively undamaged before handing them over. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fine,” You promised. And then your brows furrowed, looking over him up and down, curious and concerned, and Steven’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” Steven croaked out. “I’m Steven, with a V,” he said in a sloppy introduction, and offered his hand. Why, oh why did he have to be so awkward. You took it with your free hand, your palm warm, your skin soft.

“Y/N.” You returned, and you had a grin—easy, care-free—pulling at the corner of your lips.

“Y/N,” Steven echoed slowly, like he was trying the name on his lips. He liked it; he found that it suited you.

Steven honestly had no idea what to do now that the introductions were over. He had always had trouble speaking with others, even just small talk. He usually ended up stammering, or rambling about Ancient Egypt, which resulted in them being bored, uninterested, and just leaving.

Thankfully, you had no such problem.

“So, how has your day been?” you started. You were likely better than him at making small talk.

“I was buying food for my fish,” Steven answered shyly, lifting his hand to show him the bag. “It’s my day off, so I had nothing to do.” He added.

‘Brilliant, Steven, tell the man how pathetic you are,’ he chided himself.

“Oh? Where do you work, if I may ask?” you inquired, while signaling that they should walk.

Steven, taking a step to walk beside you, replied, “The National Art Gallery, as a gift shop-ist.” When you looked at him, he added hastily, “It’s not bad. I like working there, with all the old artifacts, and the egyptian atmosphere...” he trailed off at the end, gesturing weakly.

“I’m not judging you, Steven. There is nothing wrong with it,” you smiled comfortingly, and he relaxed when he saw you weren’t lying, “You know a lot about Egyptian mythology then?”

Steven, then, started to talk about Egypt, the mummification process, the Ennead, and the magical artifacts that he knew or read about. It was fifteen minutes later that he realized he’d been chattering at you the whole time. But, you were listening to him, eyes alight with interest. Genuinely and attentively soaking whatever information he was given you.

Steven felt like he could fly. You were just incredibly pretty. You were funny. You were also intelligent, and bold. You were just perfect, and Steven could wax poetic about you all day. Which, in itself, concerned and freaked him out.

During this whole walk, You’d been talking about a lot of things. He can’t remember the last time he’d been this relaxed. You managed to make him so at ease and not as nervous, (though definitely still a bit nervous) he felt almost happy.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, and you had to leave.

Steven tried hard not to show the disappointment he felt crushing him inside.

He attempted a small smile, “It was nice meeting you, mate. Cheers.”

Surprisingly, you hesitated.

Steven watched with wide eyes as you turned to him, looking a bit tense.

“Hey, uh… Do you like to grab a coffee, Steven?” you wondered, and scrubbed a hand over the back of your neck.

He is nervous, Steven noted absently. He almost said something stupid, like ‘I don’t like coffee.’ But his brain wasn’t functioning. You were asking him on a date. He was being asked out on a date. Him! Useless Steven. He was so struck-dumb that all he could do is gape.

He must have taken too long to answer because he saw your face fall a little, and opened your mouth to, presumably, take the offer back.

“YES!” Steven blurted out, a little too loudly, and you blinked, startled. He cleared his throat

“Yes, I would like… Coffee sounds good.” He blushed, his whole face red, and a small smile dancing on his lips.

He watched a grin spark on your face, watched as it reached all the way up to the crinkles of your smiling eyes. Your entire face lit up as if Steven had given the moon.

“Would Friday at seven work for you?” You grinned widely.

“Yes, Friday is perfect.” Steven confirmed, still blushing. He was going to be there this time, not even khonshu could stop him.

You stepped closer, and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Steven’s breath hitched, and his face went even more red, if that was possible. You stepped back.

“See you on Friday.” You waved. Steven choked a bit.

“O-Oh, yeah. Cheers.” He breathed, and watched you walk away. After a while, he turned and went home.

Once he was at the apartment, he made sure to feed Gus 2.0 first. To think he met you because of his fishy friend.

“I s’pose, I have to thank you, huh Gus?” He knocked lightly on the tank. He realized he was smiling dopily. How couldn’t he? This handsome man asked Steven out. He was interested in him. It felt great.

‘I can’t believe this happened to me’ Steven thought giddily.

He noticed his reflection in the fish tank, and saw that it was Marc. He was staring at him with his usual stern face. However, his eyes looked amused and, dare he say, fond.

Marc didn’t say anything though, so he’ll think about it later. He smiled again.

Steven had a date!

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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New Boss (2)

bottom!ftm Steven x top!masc!boss reader

☆ Word Count: 1,148 ☆

↳ [Part One] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Lingerie, Size Kink, Belly Bulge, Squirting, Creampie

You open the door to Steven, who’s wearing a comfortable shirt and pants as opposed to you, who’s still in your work clothes. You have a tired look on your face, the type of look that says you need some relief. He hopes to bring you that. You bring him inside while kissing him and close the door behind you. Steven starts to ruin his underwear with his wetness thanks to your tongue in his mouth. He wonders how good it’d feel somewhere else..

You pull off his shirt, revealing a pretty lace bra. “Fuck…you wore this for me?”

Steven nods softly. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” You pull his pants down, pleased to see that he's wearing matching underwear. You place his hand on your boner. “See what you're doing to me?”

He looks up at you, his cheeks hot and his lashes fluttering. “Me too..” He brings your hand to his clothed cunt, allowing you to feel how wet he is.

“Look at you, sopping wet. All for me..” You grin, rubbing his pussy through the lacy fabric.

“All- all for you, sir..”

You bring him into a heated kiss and pick him up, his arms and legs immediately wrapping around your body. You take him to your bedroom and gently drop him onto the bed. You sigh as you admire Steven's body and outfit. He's the perfect person to come home to after a long day. “You look so pretty, Steven...”

He looks to the side, a bashful expression on his face. He motions for you to come closer. You get onto the bed and hover over him, allowing him to unbutton your shirt. He places his hands on your chest, feeling you up, and then slides them down to your belt. He unbuckles your belt and pulls it out of the loops, then he unzips your fly and pulls your pants down. You move to get them completely off, leaving you in your boxers and shirt. Steven stares at your boner, almost scared to see it unsheathed. Before he can muster up the courage to pull it off, you make the next move.

You spread his legs and slide his panties aside. You bury your head in between and start eating him out. You part his folds and he lets out a shocked noise as your tongue teases his clit before you drag your tongue down to his entrance and slip it inside his hole. His eyes widen as you explore his warmth, the feeling is incredibly foreign but still so damn good. You use your thumb to rub his clit as your tongue swirls around in his pussy.

“Ah–” Steven gasps. “So good~”

You pull your tongue out and replace it with two of your fingers. He grimaces and whines as you push a third finger inside him.

“I have to make sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart.” You press a kiss to his clit before lightly sucking on it as you gently fuck him with your digits. If this is how three of your fingers feel, how is your cock gonna feel? He’s more aroused than scared to find out. “Doing so well..” You murmur.

He bites his bottom lip and looks down at you with a sweet expression. “Can you…um..” He swallows his spit. “put it inside..?” He’s too impatient to wait any longer.

You almost want to tease him but you don't. You take your fingers out of him and take your shirt completely off, throwing it aside. Steven watches you intently as you pull your underwear off. He gasps when he sees your hard cock. “Scared?” You ask, your length resting on his stomach.

On the contrary, he's even wetter than before. From what he can tell, you're gonna be deep inside him. He shakes his head and spreads his legs open wider, looking at you demurely. “Put it inside, sir..” His arousal completely overrides all of his fears.

You smirk, rubbing your cock in between his folds. “Can I fuck you raw?” You ask. Steven wouldn't have it any other way. “I’ll pull out.”

He already made arrangements for this, just in case. “You don't have to pull out..” He’d prefer it if you didn't.

“Yeah? You want me to come inside you, baby?” You lick your lips. Steven nods rapidly. You slowly slide yourself inside him, you're barely an inch deep and you're already starting to fall in love with his pussy. It’s like heaven to you. He throws his head back as you push further inside. Even though you fingered him you're still stretching him out and it feels amazing.

“God, you feel so fucking good..” You bottom out, gently running your hand up his thigh and to his bulging stomach. “You see this, sweetheart? That's how deep I am inside you.”

Steven looks down and comes just from seeing it. His cunt convulses around you desperately, coming with your cock inside him feels so much better than his fingers.

“You came just from that? You're more sensitive than I thought.” You chuckle. Steven moves his hips in an attempt to feel you moving inside him. He fails because of how shaky and sensitive he is but he's so impatient. He needs you to destroy him. “Let me help you.” You grip his waist and start fucking him properly. Steven gasps in surprise, grabbing onto the sheets for support as you pound into his sopping wet pussy. The sounds of his wetness spur you on, urging you to fuck him harder and faster.

“Yes!” He moans so loud that anyone taking an innocent walk outside could hear him. You don't even consider shutting him up, his moans are too beautiful to silence. The bed shakes almost violently as you fuck the thoughts out of his head, overwhelming him with pleasure. You lean in and kiss him with unnatural vigor while your hands moving up underneath his bra to play with his unsurprisingly sensitive nipples.

Steven squirms around, barely able to handle the pleasure you're giving him. He's overstimulated himself before but it's different now that you're fucking him. He doesn't want you to stop though, he wants you to keep going until he passes out.

You pull away from the kiss and look at Steven’s dazed expression. He looks so cute like this.

“Gonna come–” You groan. Hearing that makes him come too. Squirt gushes out of his pussy as you thrust into him, making a mess of the bed. With three final thrusts, you shove yourself deep inside him and pump his cunt full of your heavy load.

You pull out of him slowly and admire the sight of your cum dripping out of him. He looks absolutely wrecked and all you can think about is how you ruin him even more.

He’ll definitely have to take a sick day for work tomorrow.

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odetodilfs · 7 months

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Kinktober day 5: Breeding with Steven Grant

Pairing: soft!dom!male!reader x sub!bottom!Steven Grant

Summary: Steven loves it when you cum inside.

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Steven was moaning and screaming right under you, blabbering incomprehensible words as your cock just pounded right into him. It was truly a sight to behold.. his legs wide open, face full of sweat, tears of pleasure running down it.. he looked so pretty like this. He screamed your name in absolute pleasure as he came for what must have been the fourth time that evening, sobbing as you kept going.

You'd promised him a good time as he'd had a bad day at work, it had started off as mere kissing, then it turned into making out.. and now here you were, fucking him for what must have been an hour.. he was so tight around your cock it was pain not to cum inside him, but you managed to edge yourself, just so he felt more pleasure. "Y/n.. y/n.." Steven moaned, all fucked out.

"Yes, my love?" you smirked as you let him talk for a bit while slowing your thrusts, "Please- please-" he begged, still not vocalizing what he wanted, but you started to thrust at your old pace again, "Please- just- nghhh~" he moaned and sobbed, not being able to say anything with how full he felt, you kissed the tip of his nose, then calmly said "I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, Steven.." he squirmed as you said this, light whines escaping his mouth.

"P-please- cum inside~" he begged so beautifully.. it was hard to say no, and not like you wanted to anyway, the thought of cumming inside him, claiming him was turning you on. "Okay baby, just as you say" you whispered into his ear and kept on thrusting into him, the sound of flesh slapping loudening as you neared your climax. "Steven~" you moaned into his hear as your climax overtook you, spilling your seed into him.

You stayed locked together for a few minutes after that, both of you hearing each other's heavy breathing. "God- that was- amazing.." you exhaled, looking at Steven's sweaty, red yet beautiful face. You pulled out of him and watched your cum leak out, totally hypnotized by the sight. His hole trickled out your seed slowly.. you'd came inside him and that was strangely one of the hottest things you'd ever done.

"You.. you enjoying the sight?" Steven asked with a blush, you unglued your eyes from his leaking hole, "Fuck.. yes I am.." you said, going feral.. you got an idea as you sunk your dick into Steven, he gasped in surprise and pleasure "A-ah- what're you doing?" he asked, gripping the sheets, "you mind if we do that again?" you asked him with a smirk.

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hellsburners · 9 months

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maybe the night

summary: you miss jake lockley. pairing: jake lockley x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, unrpotected s3x, shower s3x, top!jake, l-bombs a/n: sorry for being ia i was very sick (still a bit sick) wanted to post something but i dont have anything finished so i made this to update u guys [still working on your requests i promise!!]

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Jake comes home after a normal night. Taking in cab passengers gaining new information from the streets of London that Marc can use. He arrives in your shared flat finding you snuggled up in your bed, the blue sheets covering your toes up to your nose.

He sat next to you, removing his leather gloves so he can run his fingers through your hair and touch your warm cheeks. You slept so peacefully, Jake wanted to wrap his arms around you as you two shared the bed but he knew how much you hated it when he slept in with his outside clothes.

Out of the three of them, Jake was the most romantic when it comes to gifts but the least you spent time with. He’s usually out at night, barely saying goodbye, and on the off chance you see each other it’s when you were already preparing for bed, but the moment you wake up there would always be flowers on the kitchen counter.

“–Jake?” you turned, eyes fluttering.

“Shit, sorry for waking you sweets,” he whispered. “Was gonna get ready for bed.”

“Want me to draw you a bath?” you asked.

“No it’s alright, you should go back to sleep,” he said, drawing the sheets back to your shoulders, but you insisted. Jake rolled his eyes but you pouted, come on I can’t go back to sleep easily anyway, you pleaded. After the back and forth he finally gave in.

You made sure the water was a bit hot, his preference, and used a clean-smelling bath bomb. You helped unbutton his white shirt and his tie, his eyes glued to you as you finished the task. Your fingers were cold when they touched his almost feverish skin, Jake shuddered from the contact.

Jake hopped onto the tub sinking into the soapy water. Sat behind the tub as you put shampoo on his hair. You massaged your fingers through his scalp over and over as suds foamed around your fingers. Jake’s eyes rolled back from the calming sensation of your fingers.

“How’s your night?” you asked.

“Tiring,” he said. “Barely any news regarding those disappearances.”

“I heard that the cops don’t have intel on it too,” you said as you scooped water to his hair. “Marc speculates it's those vampire gangs.”

Whenever the two of you talked it was always Steven who said this, Marc said that, never really just about the two of you. Jake knew it was about time he sparked a conversation that didn’t involve the other two—no offense.

“I love it when you use this shampoo on me,” he smiled.

“Why?” you furrowed your brows, he always asked you to use it on him but you had never asked why.

“Cause it smells like you.”

You chuckled under your breath. Jake, always flirting. You felt sad that you haven’t spent that much time lately, but maybe tonight you could have something for yourselves. You rinse his hair free of the suds, his curls clinging onto his forehead. He just lets you wash his hair, Jake took the moment of solemnity and closed his eyes to relax. He was surprised when you left a kiss on his cheek, your warm lips on his face.

You stand to grab a towel before he takes your wrist. He gestured for you to join him, fine, you said. Gently undressing, his eyes gazed all over your nakedness, taking in the sight. He guides you to the tub and the two of you lay down in the water, your back to his chest. His arms wrap around your torso, securing him to you. He places kisses all over your shoulders while his hand traces circles all over your belly.

“Thanks for the bath, sweets,” he whispered in between kisses.

“I figured we don’t usually spend much time with each other,” you said. “I wanted to spend some time with just us.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said.

You turned around to straddle his thighs. His hands guide your hips under the water. You bent down to kiss him on the lips, his wet curls sticking to your forehead, his mustache tickling your face. Your hands trace his smooth chest, down to his soft belly.

He sits up so your ass is on his sex, slowly hardening underneath your touch. Your hands wrap around his neck to gather some stability, your fingers peering through the hair on his nape. He leaves kisses all over your neck, sucking on the skin lightly. You feel yourself harden under his touch as well, his fingers forming a ring around your sex.

His cock hits the crease in between your ass, achingly hard. You shift your body so that your cocks are parallel to each other. You wrap both your hands around the hardness to form a tightness. You stroke your cocks, water splashing on your torsos.

Your cocks start to leak pre cum from the stroking, your lips glued to each other getting more languid by the second, the room filling with the sounds of moaning and water splashing. Jake’s back started to sore from the porcelain tub.

“I don’t think this tub is built for fucking,” he said. You chuckled in agreement. You two stand when he pulls you toward the shower. He pins you to the tiled wall, turning on the shower in the process. Hot water trickles down his back as he spits on his cock, lubing it in preparation. You turn around to present your hole to him, your hands pressed on the wall with your back arched for him.

He kneels to spit on your ass, tracing his wet fingers on the rim of your hole before he presses the digit inside you. He inserts another to stretch you, his cock was quite girthy so the preparations would help greatly. He stands up and lines his sex to your hole, slowly entering the member into you.

You feel the tightness envelop his girth as his hands clench on your waist, hot water sprinkling on your back before he thrusts forward. You cry from the pressure before he pulls back out and enters you again. His hips moved slowly at first, taking in the feeling of your warm walls on his aching cock.

“You’re so tight, sweets,” he groaned, pushing and pulling on your waist. He lets out curses and sounds of pleasure. He takes his hand to your cock, stroking it in the same rhythm as his hips. You cry out when he hits your sensitive spot, your knees weakening.

“Fuck you’re so good, Jake,” you moan, this arouses him more, quickening his pace. You let out moans from the sudden shift in pace, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes.

“You can take it, sweets, I know you can,” he coos.

He suddenly pulls out, and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. He turns you around to face him, he looks at you, cheeks flushed, and kisses your swollen lips. He takes your thighs and lords you up to the wall, your legs wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you again, your back rising and falling against the tiled wall.

“Jake—fuck,” you moaned. You take his face so he’s looking up at you, your thumb caressing his cheeks. You kiss him with saliva dripping down the side of your lip. You gasped from his fast pace, his head going to your neck placing hickeys.

“You’re so pretty, sweets,” he moans. His hips slap onto your skin. “So beautiful.”

His hips thrust faster even more, your eyes watering as you cry out. Your nails dig into the skin on his back as he fucks his fill into you. You’d think with the water you’d start to slip, but Jake’s hands on your thighs were gripping tight, steadily holding you as his cock drills into your hole.

“I’m—close,” you gasp.

Jake thrusts a few more, his hips hard-hitting your skin before his cum empties into your hole, his grunts filling the small space. You let out a cry before you cum too, shooting in between your bellies.

He puts you down gently, your legs like jelly. You two kiss as you begin to shower. You helped him lather the soap all over your bodies, he took extra care in cleaning up your behind. After you shower, you get ready for bed. Always taking time for your skincare routine in front of the vanity. Jake was doing his routine thanks to Steven, who made it a rule that skincare is a must no matter who is in control.

“I love you, sweets,” he said, smiling through the mirror. “Like a lot actually, I hope you don’t forget that whenever I’m busy.”

You stood up to hug his back, arms wrapped around his torso. “Of course, I love you too Jake,” you kiss his cheek. “A lot."

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