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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Hello my love! Congratulations on everything 🥰🎉🎉💐 Can I request prompt 16 or 19 with my beloved Jake pretty please?
Hello! Thank you so much! (I decided to do both because I have no self control lmao :p)
Prompt: 16) gruff muse is being grumpy and the other one just crawls into their lap and kisses them and 19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone + Jake
Rating/Warnings: M, graphic depictions of gore/violence, protective!Jake, Jake beats the shit out of some guys, reader is almost mugged by said guys, Google translate Spanish (I reeeeeaaaaaalllyyy need to work on my Duolingo Spanish lessons), mention of Steven and Marc, brief allusion to sex, mention of sharing a shower
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It was rare for your boys to have enough days off in order for you to actually be together. Of course, since it was easier for you, you would always call off if they had a few days for you, but usually only one of them got to front in that period, maybe two; and it had been at least a week or two since you’d seen Jake.
The morning was spent sleeping in, Jake having earned that extra rest. And when he woke up, it was all breakfast in bed, laughing and cuddling, and definitely lots of kissing— maybe some other things, too. When you finally managed to drag yourselves out of bed, and after a shared shower, you went to wash the dishes, only to be stopped by Jake, who wrapped his arms around you from behind and peppered kisses all over your cheek and neck.
“Jake, honey, I’m trying to do the dishes,” You said even as you leaned into his touch.
“Mm,” He hummed thoughtfully, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and resting there. He closed his eyes contentedly. “Let’s go out today, princesa.”
You turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh? Have anywhere specific in mind?”
“A walk in the park,” Jake breathed against your lips, “Eating out. Maybe go to that festival. Nothing special.” Jake seemed to have absolutely no idea that every day spent with your boys was special.
“Sounds good to me,” You whispered, pecking his lips. “Dishes first, though.”
With a playful roll of his eyes, Jake relented, helping you so that they got done faster. The two of you had to have walked the whole park when evening came around, and then several more blocks in order to get to the festival. If your feet were aching, you certainly didn’t feel it; it felt like a fairytale. You’d fed ducks, chased one another through the hedge maze, had hot dogs and ice cream, danced to a street performer, and a coffee date in a café next to the park. It was an amazing day with your boyfriend, and you wished every day could be this way.
On your way to the festival in the mostly-abandoned streets of nighttime London, a street-side flower vendor caught Jake’s eye. “Wait here, mi amor.” He left you with a peck on your temple and a smirk on his lips, hurrying over to the vendor. You watched him fondly as he bought a single rose, turning to look at you as he put it to his nose. Your cheeks hurt you smiled so widely.
Jake’s expression suddenly twisted in fear, and your heart dropped. When you turned to follow his gaze behind you, scared by him shouting your name, you saw a masked man lunge from the nearby alley, backed up by at least three other men. “Jake!” You didn’t even have to run— the man and his posse took off down the alley at the sight of your enraged boyfriend, who gave immediate chase. Worried for him, you followed him as fast as you could.
Your flight allowed you to bear witness to Jake grabbing one of the men by his shoulders, yanking him backward and slamming him so hard into the street that you heard something crack, wet and sickening. You flinched, hoping that it wasn’t the man’s skull. Jake kicked another man’s legs out from underneath of him before slamming him into a dumpster, busting his nose flat. The last two men he handled at once, taking hits in order to get close and land some. His punches were so strong that they knocked the men out on contact.
Bruised and heaving for breath but otherwise fine, Jake started to turn back to you— or so you thought. He paused at the man who’d attacked you, glaring down at him. “Hijo de puta,” he growled, before delivering a brutal hit to the man’s face.
You knew that with you having been threatened, Jake very well might kill these men. And if he were caught by authorities…
You rushed forward, taking his face in your hands to make him look at you. “Jake, stop— cops could be on their way any minute now. If they see you…”
Reluctantly, Jake stumbled back a bit before hurriedly searching you for injuries. “Did they hurt you, princesita?” When you shook your head, Jake took your hand in his and turned to lead you out of the alleyway. “Let’s get home quickly, before they see us.”
Once actually at your apartment, Jake sat on the couch with his head in his hands, unmoving. Silent. You waited for nearly twenty minutes for him to say something before realizing that he probably blamed himself. You could feel the anger— at himself and at the muggers— coming off of him in waves. With a sigh, you got up from your position across from him and urged him to sit back, allowing you to straddle him and kiss him tenderly. Jake returned the kiss after a moment, hugging you close. “Never again, mi amor. Never again.”
You kissed him again. “Thank you for protecting me, Jake.”
“I’ll always protect you, cariño,” Jake whispered, holding you as tightly as possible without hurting you or constricting your air flow. “Always.”
Little did you know that Jake had burned the faces of those men into his mind, and was already making the necessary plans to hunt them down. His mind was only there as you kissed his bloodied knuckles, as he caressed and kissed your face, relieved that he could still do so.
Nobody threatens Jake Lockley’s girl, that’s for damn sure.
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wysteria-clad · 2 years
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🎂Happy birthday!🎂 Sending you all the love you amazing writer and person you! Here’s to you and I hope you get better soon! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
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This is so sweet 💕
Thank you so much, love <3
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marc-spectorr · 2 years
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Ask game: Squeeze Marc's ass while walking past him in kitchen as a good morning greeting - ⭐
pairing: marc spector x reader
warnings: more oscar ass worship + nsfw innuendos sjhkjhks
note: this is a mess im so sorry. also since there’s no actual line to start this off, @stormkobra-5 came up with one :)
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“And yet again, I wake up to the greatest view in London: my boyfriend’s glorious ass.”
It makes Marc laugh. The kind of laughter that has him throwing his head back, bellowing out a hearty cackle that would surely wake up and annoy his neighbors next door. He hadn’t expected that to come from you, especially this early in the morning.
But then again, he realized what he was wearing, or the lack thereof.
“Good morning, my moon knight,” you chuckle as you walk past him, giving his boxer-clad bottom a tight squeeze.
Marc nearly spills the coffee in his mouth at your brazen act. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Seriously though,” you begin, pausing only to take a sip of the beverage Marc had prepared for you. “How does it feel to have such a nice ass, Spector? What do I have to do to get that perky of a bum?”
With another chortle escaping his lips, he sets his cup down on the counter and looks you straight in the eye. “It’s a secret, baby. Some things are not meant to be shared, and unfortunately, this is one of them.”
“Wrong answer. What you’re supposed to say is, ‘Oh, what do you mean? Your butt totally looks a lot better than mine.’”
A smirk spreads across Marc’s face. “You’re absolutely correct. I apologize, sweetheart. How can I make it up to you?”
Leaning forward, the tips of your fingers reach across from you, dipping them into the waistband of his underwear. “Well, I could think of a few things...”
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missdictatorme · 1 year
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#5
Open My Eyes - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Moon Boy System x F!Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut(tish), Action
Summary: Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?
Warnings: smutty themes, reader first is sceptical about the boi's DID, swearing, fire, and my questionable ability to write. Also it's looooooong. And it's also probably full of errors.
A/N: So this was supposed to be about the trope "Jake and Steven love you, but Marc hates you" but for the life of me I couldn't write Marc as an asshole, so he's just a pining little meow meow 🥺 This also became a fic about how you became each bois' girlfriend, which was totally not in my intention to explain but oh well.
Forever tags: @jake-g-lockley @hot-mess-express1 @this-is-me19
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Marc and Layla's relationship was doomed from the start. Marc's life was surronded by tragedy from a very young age and it was because of a tragedy why him and Layla met in the first place. Even if she was able to make him forget the bad times, it was only momentary, the darkness of the past and the devastating chain of events that led him to her always hung above their heads like a dark cloud, ready to pour heavy rain on them in any moment.
Everytime Marc felt just a spark of joy in her presence, the memories of her father's demise terorrized him, making him wonder if he indeed married her out of true love or in hopes to redeem himself.
He cared about her, deeply. He cared about her enough to make the right choice and leave her, for her own safety, even if it meant breaking her heart. It hurt him. It hurt him bad, but he knew he made the right decision. Maybe this was his fate. Living alone - well, if you don't count the alters in his head - and watching over others, protecting them. Serving the greater good selflessly, putting other people's needs before his own.
Too bad Jake and Steven didn't see it the same way.
It didn't happen fast. It wasn't like in movies where the main hero looked at the heroine and fell in love at first sight.
You called for a cab and Jake happened to be the one to pick you up on a rainy day. It wasn't anything extraordinary. Small talk during the ride and you exited with a grateful smile, leaving a nice tip.
Problems started when you got into his taxi more and more times. Leaving for work when you were late for the bus, leaving from work when the weather was cruel. Catching a taxi to meet a friend at a restaurant for lunch. Waving at one after you decided it was time to leave the party your co-workers invited you to.
More often than not it was Jake who picked you up and soon he gave you his number to call him directly when you needed a ride. You were kind-hearted and easy to talk to, and he liked having regulars. It made his job feel less like a job, it was like driving friends around the town.
Jake was parking near the train station when he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw the notification of a text message with your name.
'Please save me 🙏'
He chuckled and immediately answered to your plea, asking what was the problem. It was an early Wednesday afternoon so the chances that he had to pick you up from a failed date were low.
'Mom and her sister are getting on my nerves. They want to meet my boyfriend.'
Jake didn't count himself as the dramatic type, but he swore his heart stopped beating for a solid five seconds when he read your text.
You... had a boyfriend? But the dates you went to...?
'Mom is always on my ass cause my younger sister is already married and has a kid. So I lied to her a few months ago that I'm seeing someone. And now she wants to meet him!'
The relieved sigh Jake let out amused Steven, but it worried Marc. This was not good.
'Seems to me you should've called an escort service and not your fave cabbie 😌' - Jake wrote his reply.
There was a pause before you sent a text again.
'That's right, you're my favourite cabbie 🥺💖'
The giddy expression on Jake's face soon turned into suspicion when you didn't send anything else. His eyes narrowed as his mind worked. Then his eyes snapped open. He's gonna kick your ass for almost making him suffer through two heart attacks in five minutes.
'No.' - he replied simply.
'Just a quick dinner with my mom and aunt!'
'No.'
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#4
Yours, Mine, Ours - Moon Knight
Pairings: Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader, established relationship
Warnings: poly relationship, pregnancy, at this point Steven is aware of Marc, mentions of sex, swearing.
Genre: fluff with a little bit of angst.
Summary: You fall asleep next to your boyfriend and wake up next to the other, who is looking confused at your little baby bump.
A/N: I know nothing of Marc's personality, I haven't read the comics, but I fell in love with Steven at first sight, when I watched the first episode of the show. As I read about him online, what I understand is that Steven is one of Marc's alter egos? Idk, english is not my mother language and I am also dumb. Anyway, I just knew I had to write something for this cutie.
What I know for sure that both of them are idiots 🥺♥️
Also I don't kow how to write accents, so just imagine them there? 😅
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You watched your boyfriend sitting in your shared bed staring at the little ultrasound picture with a smile on his face.
"I still can't believe we did that." - he said as he looked at you with loving eyes, which were also filled with excitememt.
"Well, you technically weren't there." - you teased him.
He rolled his eyes and groaned annoyed as he put the picture on his nightstand, then he dropped back on his back into the fluffy pillows.
"It's my body too. That is the fruit of my seed. Technically. I think." - he trailed off.
You giggled and snuggled closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder and he immediately enveloped you in his arms.
"Of course, Marc. It's both of yours." - you said as you kissed his chest, just where his heart was.
Marc smiled at that and he kissed the top of your head.
"It's still unfair that I have sex with you more and it happens when you're with him." - he pouted, which made you laugh.
"Maybe we can make a sibling in the not so distant future?" - you asked him.
At that Marc's smile returned.
"I bet my kids are gonna be taller than his."
"Oh my god, are you really going to compare them to each other?! - you sat up with a gasp.
Marc looked spooked for a second then an apologetic smile grew on his lips.
"Of corse not, baby! I'm just saying mine's are gonna be more like me and his are gonna be more like him."
You gave him an annoyed look.
"Oh yeah, cause you're sooo much taller than Steven."
"I am. That idiot is always hunched over, makes me look small." - he said with an eyeroll.
You pursed your lips, but a small snort still escaped you. When Marc looked at you and saw the smile you were trying to hide, he laughed.
"See? You know I'm right!"
"He's just... not confident, like you. He'll come around."
"I highly doubt that. He couldn't even arrange a date for himself. He should be lucky I let him have you." - he said as he leaned closer and kissed your lips.
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#3
Knight At The Museum - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader, but Marc is simping too 🌝
Genre: Little bit of Action 💥, Smut 🌝, Fluff 💛
Summary: You are a frequent visitor of the museum who quickly befriended the kind hearted assistant of the gift shop. One day after staying a bit too long there, Steven offers to walk you home, but things take a dangerous turn when you two get attacked by a group of criminals.
A/N: Layla doesn't exist in this. I like her, she's badass, but I won't allow her to cockblock us 🌝😆
Warnings: Violence, Marc annoys the shit out of Steven. Mr.KnightSuitOn!Sex! 🥵🥴 (minus the mask), hinting at Steven having a hair pulling kink and praise kink 🌝
Part 2
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'Oh-oh, I think she's pissed.' - Marc whispered, despite knowing only Steven can hear him.
The latter quickly busied himself rearranging some of the mints and candies on the counter and cleared his throat when the heavy clicking of a pair of heels stopped next to him.
"Just because you manage to get here right on time in the past few weeks, doesn't mean you can slack around. Go to the customers and sell these crap!" - Donna said while chewing her gum.
Steven stopped himself from rolling his eyes. He did look around though and when he saw that the whole shop was empty, he sighed.
"To who?"
"To the people who leave without buying anything!"
Steven winced at the annoying tone of her voice. He kinda wished Marc didn't delete the security footage when he managed to destroy the whole restroom area about a month ago. At least if that was the case he wouldn't have to listen to her biting his ass.
A new customer entered the shop and Steven turned to them indifferently, but his expression lit up when he saw who it was.
"What are you standing there for? Go on and-! - Donna's harsh whispering turned to a stunned silence when Steven walked around her and right up to the woman.
"Good evening, miss! How can I help you?" - Steven greeted you with a cheerful voice.
First, you looked at him with a confused frown, but then you saw as he subtly gestured behind him with his head and rolled his eyes.
"Oh! Hello-!" - you narrowed your eyes and leaned close to his chest like you were reading his nametag. "Steven!" - you said his name loud and clear, making him bite his lip to keep himself from laughing. He knew you did that because he's always complaining to you about his co-workers not being able to remember his name. - "I am actually looking for a book about Egyptian Mythology. Can you help me with that?"
"Right this way, miss. We have several books about that. Do you want to buy it for yourself or are you more interested in books for children?" - Steven asked, clearly overplaying his act as an assistant.
He quickly looked at Donna as he led you in one of the aisles and she winked at him while giving him a thumbs up before she walked out of the shop.
"Oh, I want to buy one for my nephew! Can you also give me something I can murder this bitch with?" - you asked as you pointed with your thumb to her disappearing figure.
Steven laughed out loud and held up a children's book.
"This hardcover book about pharaohs will equally satisfy your nephew's thirst for knowledge and your thirst for blood!"
You giggled and held up the bag you were carrying between you.
"So I see your day was shit." - you acknowledged as you opened it and bit your lip when Steven's eyes lit up.
"Yeah, but I have you to make it better!" - he said as he reached inside and pulled out the see through tupperware box.
When Marc saw what it contained he had to forcefully hold himself back from taking over the control of the body he was sharing with Steven.
'Apple pie?! Eat it! Just one slice, I beg you!'
"I shouldn't do this now, but I can't resist my inner demon." - Steven said as he opened the lid, pulled out a slice and took a bite with a satisfied hum.
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#2
Third One's The Charm - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Jake Lockley x F!Reader (in focus), Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader
Genre: Hurt/Comfort 🌓, Fluff 💛, Smut 🌝
Summary: Jake Lockley was fine. Really. Marc and Steven are happy with their girlfriend and he's okay staying in the shadows. He's used to staying in the shadows. He managed to stay hidden from the boys for years, but lately something makes him take control more and more. Or rather, someone makes him take control more and more.
A/N: Please note that I only used information from the show about DID, sorry if something is not correct 🙏 Since we haven't seen much of Jake I went with the vibes we saw of him in ep 5. We stan a murder daddy in this house 😌
I started writing this before ep 6 came out, but I also can't speak Spanish, so I went with a New Yorker vibe.
Warnings: way too many use of the word "different(ly)", rough sex, dirty talk, name calling
Tagging: @mystical-gcl @marshmallow--3 @love-on-the-murder-scene
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Steven and Marc had similarities, but they were very different at the same time. Being with them for months now made you notice every little change in behaviour. They had different accents of course, but they moved differently too, they carried themselves differently, they looked at you differently.
They eat differently and had their coffees differently. Even the way they brushed their teeth was different. Whatever they did, you only needed to take one look at them to know who was going on about their day as they moved around the flat.
But lately they confused you. The first time you didn't know which one you were dealing with was about two weeks ago. You woke up and upon seeing your boyfriend shirtless in the kitchen, you know it was Marc, since Steven prefered to wear a shirt around the flat, only taking it off when you requested it during cuddles in bed.
You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, putting your cheek against his warm back and breathing in his scent.
"Good morning, hun." - you said kissing one of his shoulder blades.
"Good morning." - he replied, voice sounding a little bit different.
It sounded like he was having a slightly different accent. Still American, but it was not his usual one. His tone of voice was different too. Marc was always laid back and confident, flirty even when he talked to you. Right now it sounded like he was spooked. Or on edge.
Steven was like this at the very beginning of your relationship, but he came out of his shell more and more as the time passed and now is completely relaxed in your presence.
You looked over him to see what he's doing and he turned a little, lifting one of his arms to hold you close to him.
You smiled and watched as he was prepairing coffee, one in your favourite mug and another in...
"Uhm, that's Steven's." - you told him, and you felt him tense up.
"So?"
"You know he's very adamant on you two using your own stuff for eating and drinking."
He sighed and you watched with a frown as he put 3 spoons of sugar in his coffee.
Marc liked his coffee with a little bit of milk and nothing else.
Steven drank his with only 1 spoon of sugar in it.
"Don't know why he's so worked up because of that. Last I checked we share the same body, eh?"
Something was off. This was different. All jokes aside he sounded like a New York thug. You reached up and cupped his face between your hands and turned it, so you could look at him.
"Are you okay?" - you asked softly.
He looked down sheepishly, like you caught him doing something wrong and you could see as his cheeks turned red a little. When he looked back at you, your heart jumped in your chest. His eyes looked a little bigger, more round, and he had an intense stare. There was something deep inside them, something feral. For a second it looked like he wanted to kiss you, because he leaned down, but stopped himself and shook his head.
"Marc?"
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My #1 post of 2022
Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader, slight Marc Spector x F!Reader
Summary: You have a crush on your sweet neighbour, and after Steven's bad date emotions surface. As the sexual tension between you grows impossible to ignore, a third party joins the chat, so to speak.
Genre: Fluff & Smut 🌝, tiny Angst
Warnings: sexy time with Steven, oral (f&m), dirty talk, bit of daddy kink (because Marc can't shut the fuck up when Steven is finally getting some), 👉👌
A/N: Please ignore the lame title 😭 (also fistbump if you read it with the song's tune). Feedback is always appreciated ♥️
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You were a tiny bit of jealous. Steven just told you he's gonna go on a date with a nice lady from the museum, and he even asked you if it's okay to buy her chocolate and flowers.
"If it's okay to-? What the hell Steven, that's the sweetest thing! If she doesn't marry you on the spot I'll kick her ass!" - you told him cheerfully and he gave you his shy smile with that tiny little blush.
He also dressed up nice. You wished a man actually did these little things for you instead of just sendig you the fucking eggplant emoji.
You wished him luck and sighed dreamily after him as he walked towards the elevator.
He was so cute. How can a grown ass man be so good looking but also so shy?
He gave you an excited wave as the elevator door closed and you gave him a thumbs up with a big grin.
He was also a little bit weird. You sometimes heard him scream in the mornings or the middle of the night. Because of nightmares you guessed. He also looked tired and disoriented like 99% of the time. First you were a bit cautious around him, but once he witnessed when the bottom of the bag you were carrying groceries in ripped and everything was rolling in every direction on the corridor, he hurried over without hesitation and helped you carry everything inside. You offered him a cup of tea as a thank you which he accepted, and from then on you became friends.
You bit the inside of your cheek and sighed after him one last time, then walked back into your partment to get ready for a night out with some of your co-workers.
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Around midnight you arrived home, you didn't want to stay longer, because you didn't really liked the music at the disco you went to and a bunch of really drunk guys were hitting on all of you, and it totally killed your mood.
As you waited for the lift to go up, you reached down to pull the bottom of the little black cocktail dress lower on your thighs and pulled the tiny strap back on your shoulder when it rolled down by the previous action. You were wearing high heels and you exited the elevator without as much as a wobble, but there was a sudden flicker of lights and it caught you off guard, making you jump a little, but it was enough to somehow twist your ankle and fall to your knees with a yelp.
"Awww, are you fucking kidding me?!" - you hissed in pain as you rolled on your ass and looked at your right ankle.
Suddenly one of the doors opened and an absolutely miserable-looking Steven stepped out to look around.
His sad eyes widened in panic when he saw you on the floor and he hurried to you.
"Oh, god, are you alright?" - he asked as he crouched down in front of you, putting one of his hands on your shoulder.
"I fell, and now my ankle hurts." - you said lamely, feeling ashamed.
"Which one?"
You pointed to the right one and he reached down with both hands to gently inspect it. You hissed when he pushed his thumb with a little bit of force on the outside of your ankle and he quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry. I think you twisted it, it already started to swell." - he said as he looked at you and his hand moved absentmindedly up your leg.
You wanted to reply something, but your whole brain shut down when you felt his hot palm on your bare calf.
"Can you stand up?" - he asked you.
"Uhhhh... I don't know."
"Let's take those high heels off and try, yeah?"
You nodded and watched as he pulled them off and held them in one of his hands. He stepped next to you and leaned down moving your left arm around his neck and he wrapped his right one around your waist.
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bit-dodgy-innit · 1 year
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Ahh thanks for tagging me @plethora-of-imagines !! LOVED your little snippet and hope everyone enjoys this little taste - I should be able to return to my 500 Follower Prompt Fills next week and tre excited! 
So in the meantime, enjoy bbs!
Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag whoever you want. Make a new post, don't reblog.
“So if I send you out on an errand tomorrow, you’ll make sure he’s fronting when you get back?” you asked your husband. 
“Yeah, don’t worry” he promised you. 
You kissed Marc’s plush lips, taking a moment to admire his body in his swim trunks. Those broad hips and thick thighs never failed to leave you wanting. 
“Thank you baby,” you purred into his ear, drawing him into your arms. 
“Hmm, let’s get you inside, don’t want you to catch cold,” he decided, helping you up to waddle into the cottage. 
You couldn’t help but inquire, “You’re not jealous that Steven gets a special treat this week?” 
“Hmm? No,” Marc answered. “I had you all to myself for a year, and Steven’s become a lot more bearable to live with now that you rock his world on a regular basis.” 
You nearly fell over from laughing so hard at Marc’s blunt assessment.
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Hello! I’m not sure if requests for the prompts are still open, but if so could you please do 24 and 3 for our boy Marc Spector 💕 Thank you!!
Prompt: 24) one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep looking for comfort and 3) our muses have unspoken feelings but one of them is upset so the other holds them + Marc Spector
Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, implications to gore/violence, patching up wounds, angsty Marc, brief reference to Marc’s childhood, accidental love confession, slight angst, soft!Marc, Marc and reader argue a bit, Marc accidentally hurts the reader’s feelings (briefly), brief soft smut, this wasn’t supposed to be smutty idk wtf happened, passing mention of Steven and Jake
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“God dammit, Marc!” Your shout made him jump, and you immediately regretted raising your voice after what his mother did to him over the course of his childhood. You pulled him— bloodied, bruised, cut up, clearly in need of medical attention— into your apartment. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to have that tone— you have any idea how worried I was?”
“Sor-“ Marc hardly got the word out before you shut him up.
“No. Sh. Bad Marc.” In an attempt to make him laugh, you pretended to spray him with a water bottle, like a cat. “You did nothing wrong.” He cracked a small smile, allowing you to lead him to the bedroom and set him on the edge of the bed. You rushed into the bathroom and hurried out with your advanced first aid bag, opening it and searching inside for what you need with practiced ease. “Y’know, if you wanted me to be a doctor, you could’ve just said so. You don’t have to go get yourself beat up every few nights so I learn how to treat a new injury or something. I could probably give you stitches on your femur at this point, Spector.” He leaned forward and all but collapsed into your embrace, letting himself breathe you in. You savored the moment, knowing that hugs with Marc didn’t ever last long.
“Bones don’t get stitches,” Marc commented softly, confused, into the crook of your neck, so out of it that he didn’t even realize that you were joking.
“I’m kidding,” You whispered conspiratorially.
Marc lifted his head and frowned, thick brows furrowing together in confusion as he puzzled out your meaning. He got it, after a moment, his mouth forming an ‘o’ as he came to the realization. “Oh. Sorry I’m ti—“
“Yes. You’re tired. Exhausted, even. And you’re going to get some sleep. After I patch you up. Oh, and, you’re not apologizing to me again.”
Marc didn’t realize that he was staring at you as you gently wiped the blood away from the cuts on his face. He’d known you for awhile now, and for some reason— despite the presence of Steven and Jake, despite Khonshu, and his past, everything, you were still here. You were an angel. A godsend. Perfect, in every way. Hell, maybe he’d even admit that he loved you more than a friend if he wasn’t so terrified of hurting you.
“I don’t get why you care,” Marc blurted, and your face fell. Marc dropped his gaze immediately, a knot twisting in his chest. “No, I don’t mean it like that… I mean… We’re… We’re a fucking mess. The three of us. We’re dangerous. We’re killers. We’re—“
“I care because I love you, Marc,” You interrupted, adamantly, and Marc felt his heart drop. “I love you. I love Steven, and I love Jake. You kill evil. You defend the innocent. You’re heroes, and you can’t see it.”
Marc felt something like cold fear in the pit of his stomach. “No,” He managed, making you confused. Your confusion only mounted when he abruptly stood, rushing out of the room. “You can’t love me. Us. You can’t.”
“M-Marc, wait—!”
He was already out the door.
Marc spent the next two days getting yelled at by Steven and Jake while trying to sort through his emotions. He loved you, and you loved him— this was very, very bad. Mutual love could only end in disaster. He’d hurt you, whether directly or indirectly, and he hated that fact. Maybe in another life. For now, Marc just wanted to disappear. He wanted to take off to the other side of the world and just leave your life completely. You’d forget about him in a couple of days, if that. He didn’t deserve your love. You didn’t deserve to get hurt by his. What was worse was a tiny part of him had convinced himself that what you felt for him wasn’t love at all, but familiarity. That you’d leave him when you felt real love. Selfishly, Marc didn’t want to face that abandonment.
When you showed up on his doorstep, Marc wished that Jake would take over. Or Steven. But you threw yourself into his arms before either of them could, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and shoulders. “Marc,” you breathed softly, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Marc wasn’t sure what happened. One minute he was ready to shove you off of him and run, the next he was taking a deep breath before holding you tightly against him and quietly sobbing into the crook of your neck as you comforted him.
You held him close for the remainder of the night, calming him, assuring him, trying to ease his panic. He spent the night trying to come to terms with his feelings in your arms, and the morning trying to cum as deep in you as possible between your legs, giving in.
He was gentle. His hands caressed over your naked form like you were glass, and he ensured your pleasure before his own. “That’s it? That’s where you need it? Right there?” He ground his hips into you more sensually, relishing the feel of you around him.
“Marc—“
“I'm right here, baby; I’ll get you there, come on… come on…” He wasn’t urging you, he was beckoning you, inviting you over that edge with him. “Can you cum with me?”
You did, and you screamed. Marc waited, holding off his orgasm in order to savor yours; when he did, he kissed you, swallowing your moans and cries and wishing you could stay like that forever.
When it was over, you and Marc faced each other in bed. Marc memorized your features like it was his last day on Earth, slowly running his hands over every inch of your body until he finally dared to ask, “Why do you love me?”
You kissed him softly. “Because I do, Marc. And nothing will ever change that. I promise. I know you can’t believe me, after everything you’ve been through… but twenty years from now when you’re tired of me, you’ll get it.”
Marc traced your jawline, staring into your eyes meaningfully. “I do love you,” Marc breathed, “But I’m scared of what might happen if I gave in to it.”
“We’ll handle it,” You assured him, “One step at a time. Together.”
You entwined your fingers with his, and Marc managed to smile as he pulled you close. “...Together.”
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Can i request the moon boys reacting to y/n getting angry at a sibling over a special interest I think it might be funny seeing the moon boys reacting to y/n who is usually nice and sweet just go ballistic
I kinda lost it at my brother today swore like a sailor over marvel icronicly 🤣
I keep requesting cause i love your writing so much 💖💖
Bro?!?! Buddy?!?! Are you me?!?! This literally happens to me all. The. TIME. I know exactly how you feel. I’m flattered you think my writing is that great, I don’t mind you sending in requests at all! uwu
Pairing: Moon Boys x gn!Reader
Fic Type: Blurb
Summary: You’re typically sweet as sugar, but when your sibling teases you a little too much about a special interest, you take a turn that’s extremely surprising to your boyfriends.
A/N: This takes place in an au where Moon Knight is not in the MCU, they’re real superheroes serving the real god of the moon and the MCU is a movie series. :p (I was gonna use Star Wars, but you mentioned Marvel, so I decided to use that if that’s okay.)
Note: [Y/S/N] = Your Sibling’s Name
Rating/Warnings: 14+, strong language, probably some incorrect MCU references, an AU that doesn’t make sense b u t *shrugs* this is fanfic, bewildered Moon Bois, gn!sibling so that it’s more reader-friendly (I didn’t want to just add brother or sister lmao), cussing, swearing, and name-calling to a sibling in a loving manner, a sibling teasing reader in a sibling way, reader using crappy insults because I’m not very creative lmao
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Your sibling had come to visit you in Steven’s little flat, an unexpected surprise that neither of you were anticipating in the slightest. Unannounced completely. It wasn’t bad, it was just… Startling? Yes, startling is the correct term.
I mean, the flat was a mess. Your lazy weekend was indeed the laziest of weekends. That meant lots of cuddles and not so much actually getting up to put things in the trash can, or do the laundry, or do the dishes. It looked like the flat hadn’t been cleaned in months. I mean, what were they gonna say about you to the rest of the family?! That you and your boyfriend(s) were slobs?!
Marc and Jake immediately retreated into the headspace when Steven opened the door curiously to find your sibling standing there. “Oy?! Lads?! Where’d’you think you’re going?!” Steven’s desperate thoughts were met by Marc and Jake’s unadulterated terror.
“Ohoooo no, hombré,” Jake said, turning to hide in one of the back rooms of Steven’s mind-replicated flat. “I’m not ready to face that yet!”
“Besides, Steven,”Marc reasoned, slowly backing away, “You’re the nicest and most likable out of the three of us.”
And so that was how Steven alone was promptly smushed into a bone-crushing hug. “So you’re the boyfriend!” 
“U-uhm… Yes, I am?” Poor Steven voiced it like a question, glancing back over his shoulder to try and convey his fear to you as you approached with a lazy smile. 
“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” You gently pried Steven out of the hug, patting his back a little so that he might be reminded to breathe. The poor guy looked like a deer in the headlights, waiting for what he thought was the inevitable disapproval of your family member. “Steven, this is Y/S/N. Y/S/N, this is Steven.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Y/S/N shook Steven’s hand adamantly, whereas your boyfriend was a little more hesitant, a shy smile on his face. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”
“They have?” Steven seemed surprised. You wrapped your arms around one of his and leaned into his warmth.
“Don’t be so shocked, silly. Of course I talk about you.” To your sibling, you said with a jerk of your chin, “What’s up?”
“I was in the area for business,” Y/S/N replied, “Figured I’d swing through.”
“You have a hotel?” You inquired, pulling them further into your flat. Steven quietly shut the door behind you, ensuring that it was locked.
“Well, yeah, but it’s one of those old creepy ones like you see in scary movies.” At your frown, Steven perked up.
“Uh oh,” Marc thought, rushing into the headspace. “Don’t even think about it, Steven.”
“Amigo, if you do this, I swear to god, I will kick you in the crotch.”
“...Jake, we share a body.”
“And if he does this, we’ll be in pain already. Might as well make him suffer for it.”
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Steven offered, ignoring his alters. He saw your concern and wanted to get rid of it. You didn’t need to worry like that. He wanted to help, and the way your face lit up at the suggestion only made him more certain that this was the right thing to do– not to mention, your smile also shut his alters up for a second as they admired you.
Your sibling eagerly agreed, and while they went to collect their things from their hotel, you and Steven tidied up the apartment. You laughed and rambled on excitedly about having your sibling stay with you for a few days, and that night at dinner Steven grew more comfortable around them as they spoke, conversations touching on old family stories, amusing tales of childhood endeavors that ended in chaos, and nostalgic recollections of old places.
That is, until your sibling noticed your Marvel merchandise in the bedroom as you gave them a tour. 
Comics, movies, an action figure or two, you had a connection to the movie franchise that your boyfriends found endearing. You would have them watch the movies with you, telling them all the details that they hadn’t noticed or pointing out comic Easter Eggs and similarities. They were pretty sure you could recite Black Panther line-for-line just from memory alone, and for all it was worth, the boys tried their absolute hardest to keep up with all the information, although the MCU was notoriously confusing. 
“You’re still into Marvel, huh?” Your sibling joked.
“Um, yeah?” You gave them a look as if that was the dumbest question they could’ve asked.
Y/S/N just shrugged.
The boys thought nothing of it.
Y/S/N intended to stay for only three days, and on the first day, things went over smoothly. On the second, Steven overheard your sibling teasing you about your Marvel collection again. From where he sat with his book on Egyptian mythos, Steven lifted his head to listen to the exchange.
“Shut up, Y/S/N! Put that down!” You were sweet as always, your voice soft and tender.
“What, you mean your toys?”
“They’re not toys, they’re action figures.”
“Action figures. Action figures which you set on your five million Marvel comics. I’m surprised the floor doesn’t cave in.”
“Ugh, you’re impossible…”
“And you’re a geek.”
Still swapping playful banter, you and your sibling left the bedroom and went out for the day– but not before giving Steven a goodbye kiss. You pecked him a second time– “For Marc” – and a third – “For Jake” – before pulling away. 
You returned later in the evening, with no sign of Y/S/N. “Where’s Y/S/N?” Steven questioned, glancing toward the door as if he expected them to enter as he spoke.
“We split up,” You answered as you started up some popcorn in the microwave. “They’ll come back later. For now, though…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. “We’ve got the evening to ourselves.”
“Sounds lovely, darling,” Steven hummed, kissing your cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close. “Marc says it’s your turn for movie night.”
“I know!” You chirped excitedly as the corn kernels in the microwave started popping. Steven– and Marc and Jake, within the headspace– watched fondly as you zipped around him, headed for the tv remote. “I know exactly what we’re watching.”
“Age of Ultron?” Steven guessed, eliciting a scoff from you.
“No. We’re watching the first Avengers. The original.”
As you prepared the streaming site, Steven continued where you’d left off with the popcorn, getting out the designated gigantic bowl and your favorite drinks. It was then that your sibling walked through the door, all smiles and warm greetings until they seen what you were putting on the tv. “Ugh. Avengers again? Haven't you seen it a billion times already? Give it a break, will ya?”
Steven, Marc, and Jake watched as you put your hands together like you were praying, taking a deep breath. 
And then, you just…
It was like an atomic bomb went off or something. 
“Alright, listen up you fucking dingbat,” You said— you! Their sweet Y/N, cussing?! The boys stared with wide, surprised eyes as you kept going. “I don’t give a shit— nay, two shits— what the fuck you think about my interests, because that’s just what they are. My interests. Hear that? Lemme say it again for your brain cells in the back: my. Fucking. Interests. So that means whatever two-cents you care to drop are promptly shoved in the ‘who-gives-a-fuck’ bin, which is lower on the goddamn rung than the ‘i-don’t-give-a-shit’ barrel. You’re here as my guest you fucking skunk-wad, and while you’re here you can either shut your damn mouth and enjoy the damn movie I’m putting on for entertainment, or walk the fuck away and go on casually about your boring-ass evening in whatever way you choose. But it’s my turn for movie night, dammit, so we’re fucking watching Avengers. Unless you wanna go fucking prance around the flat, then be my guest. Otherwise, shut up, fuck off, peace out.”
With that, you plopped on the couch as if nothing had happened. “Steven, honey, you can bring the popcorn. Come sit down.”
Oh shit. 
Oh fuck.
Maldito infierno.
Steven very cautiously approached, feeling for all the world as if he were a soldier sneaking between two opposing lines of fire, still wide-eyed with shock. Did that just happen?! He was surprised when Y/S/N only nodded, as if impressed by your outburst. Steven sat beside you and braced for the worst, especially when your sibling sat down on his other side. You pushed play.
And simultaneously, you both grabbed a handful of popcorn.
What the bloody hell?
What the hell?
¿Qué carajo?
Then you both started excitedly making references and pointing out keys of the plot, as if you hadn’t snapped at your sibling. Oh, well. I guess we fight like that a lot, don’t we?
“Yeah, you’re right,”Marc shrugged within the headspace. “Though… I’ve gotta admit…”
“That was… Extremely sexy of them,” Jake added when Marc lost his words.
Steven didn’t vocalize it, but he didn’t need to. He was in full agreement. When your sibling left the next morning, Steven told you almost before the door had completely shut, “Y’know that was really bloody hot when you told them off, love.”
You laughed, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You think so?”
“Yeah,” Steven admitted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Jake and Marc think so, too.” You hummed, thoughtfully. Maybe even somewhat shyly. You’d hardly ever gotten more than frustrated, so your little sailor-swear outburst was unexpected, even for you. You were drawn out of your thoughts, a peal escaping from your throat as Steven tickled your sides a little to get your attention. “We’ve got ourselves a little spitfire, lads!”
And from then on, that’s what you were.
Their spitfire.
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Thanks for reading! ^^ I hope you liked it!
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Ahhh I’m excited to send this in 🫣
19, 17, 1 if that’s okay? I know it’s like three but one is really just covering the others mouth so I thought it might just be a tiny detail and maybe okay? 🫣
Ummm so maybe Jake Lockley? Do you write for Blue Jones? Whichever one honestly, I’m gonna love it no matter what cos it’s you lol
I hope you like this, Steph! I have to admit I’m kind of nervous about how this one turned out... 👉👈
Prompt: 19) one muse is dangerous and has a soft spot for the other one, who approaches them to prevent them from hurting someone, 17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god, and 1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex + Blue Jones
Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, written by someone who has never seen Sucker Punch, mention of violence/guns/threats, Blue is an unhinged mf, rough sex, feral switch!Blue, softdom!Reader, sub!Reader, choking, biting, marking kink?, slow dry humping, nipping/biting, Blue being Blue, a bit of an innocence kink?, hair pulling kink, sexual harassment (reader is grabbed by some random drunk guy and Blue is having NONE OF THAT), possessive?Blue, protective!Blue, blood/violence, foul language, a little dubcon toward the end, brief namecalling, Blue is kinda a mean!dom, bit of a daddy kink?, breeding kink, doggystyle, this gets kinky as fuck quite suddenly, degradation?, oral (f receiving), pain play, Blue draws blood
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Blue wasn’t a particularly nice man. He was known for being petty, cruel, and downright unhinged— you hadn’t been at the brothel for this one, but apparently he’d once cornered and threatened a bunch of girls with that shiny pistol of his, and had gotten physical with Babydoll. You hadn’t seen the gun, but you had heard all the girls’ stories. They were all afraid of him.
That was something that just didn’t happen with you.
You were notoriously Blue’s favorite girl. When you’d first shown up looking for a job, you were just so sweet, nice even to the bitchiest of girls in the club and polite beyond measure. Blue called you his little kitten, or his songbird, or whatever he felt like calling you. He’d seen you, and had decided that you were all that mattered. He loved your innocence, your sweet disposition… He bought you extravagant outfits, usually always in a shade of blue, and only the best makeup, although he didn’t like it when you wore a lot. He sometimes did an act with you, although most of the time he was content to watch. He gave you a list of things he wanted you to do— how and where he wanted you to care for yourself, what spas to go to and when, what to eat, when to exercise, that sort of thing. He even generously gave you days off on your period, when the other girls were made to work regardless. In his own twisted kind of way, he cared for you, although it was probably more infatuation than love.
Though you’d be lying if you didn’t feel the same type of connection to him, even if you were far too shy to act on it. What if you were reading the signals wrong?
So, you wore his favorite lingeries— the pastel blues with the feathers puffing from your waist that made him smile and get those sparkles in his eyes. These were the outfits that made him call you “bluebird,” and the name kind of stuck. When men flirted with you or tried to get handsy, you never dared to flirt back. You ran straight for Blue to tell him about it, to which he’d always reply, “Such a good girl, huh, bluebird?” The praise always sent shivers up your spine, and you never saw the men who’d flirt with you again.
You were Blue’s favorite girl. You knew he’d never hurt you, so you were never afraid. He never gave you a reason to be. Even if you messed up a number, he usually always asked what was wrong, and you always apologized profusely. He had complete and utter control over you, and you didn’t mind it one bit. He made you feel safe rather than threatened.
It was an average night. You’d just finished a sexy number and we’re turning to go backstage, where Blue waited for you with a proud smile on his face. You’d driven the whole club crazy, and you swear you saw him mouth, “That’s my girl.”
You heard a bit of commotion behind you and turned to see a man climbing up onto stage after you, clearly intoxicated. You tried to move faster, shooting Blue a look of terror, but your feather train proved to be a hinderance tonight. The man roughly grabbed your feather train and yanked you backward, nearly knocking you over into him. It took everything you had to keep your balance.
You whipped around with the intention to slap the man hard, but you didn’t get a chance.
Blue surged up alongside you, gentle hands on your waist a huge contrast to how hard he kicked the man up under the jaw. As he was thrown backward, sprawled out on stage and stunned, Blue guided you several steps away. “Did he hurt you?” When you shook your head frantically, Blue urged you farther away. “Go backstage, bluebird, okay?” He didn’t give you time to, and you were frozen in shock as Blue rounded on your harasser with a fury in his eyes the likes of which you’ve never seen.
Blue lunged, fist connecting with the man’s face hard enough for his rings to leave actual bloody prints. “Don’t FUCKING touch what doesn’t belong to you!” The crowd gasped in alarm; Blue didn’t care, continuing to beat the man regardless. When Blue stumbled back, fists and sleeves covered in the blood of the man’s busted lip and nose, you were one of many that gasped when Blue pulled a pistol from his belt, it having been concealed so neatly under his waistcoat.
Unlike everyone else, though, you didn’t cower.
“Blue, no!” You rushed forward, standing in front of Blue and cupping his face in your hands to make him look at you. It was the first time anyone had been brave enough to stand between him and someone else when he was holding a gun, much less grab his face while he was doing so, in a tender manner. It was also the first time that you had called him by name, instead of calling him sir. He didn’t understand the moment that was happening, standing there and staring into your eyes in a bit of shock.
It all happened so fast. One minute Blue is ready to blow off the guy’s head, the next he’s dragging you by the wrist off stage, through the brothel’s dingy hallways and straight to his office. He’d barely closed the door before he rounded on you with a shout, roughly shoving you into the room. “What the hell was that about?!” Blue had never yelled at you. Not ever.
“I—“
Blue wouldn’t let you get a word in edgewise. “You wanted him to drag you off there, huh?! Throw you over the nearest table and fuck you in front of everyone like a whore?!”
“No!” You cried; before he could say anything more, you quickly added, “I didn’t want anything to happen to you— if you’d’ve shot him, in front of everyone… they’d take you away. I didn’t want that to happen.”
Blue took a breath. You could see the moment that he went from seething to astonished. “O…Oh…”
“Yeah. Oh.” You looked at him, sympathetically.
“I-I um…”
It was the first time you’d ever heard Blue speechless. It was the first time you’d ever heard him stutter. And it was definitely the first time you saw him blush. He looked so pretty, you swear your mouth started watering.
Maybe it was the weeks of pent-up sexual frustration, but you couldn’t help yourself. You inched forward, step-by-step, giving him plenty of time to back out of this or tell you no, but he didn’t. Blue’s tongue darted out of his lips to wet them as he glanced down at yours, now inches away; he let you kiss him, softly, slowly… at first. Eventually the kiss became more heated, weeks of longing finally seeping out in the form of passionate making out. Blue’s hands came up to cup your face and bring you closer to him as he tried to back up blindly to the couch; you helped him, guiding him to the soft surface with a gentle touch. He fell back against it as if you pushed him, but his hands on your waist pulled you down with him. He moaned into your mouth, fingertips digging into your hips through the thin fabric of your lingerie. Yours came to tangle in his dark hair, threading through to the back of his scalp and tugging. Blue whimpered as his hips involuntarily jerked into yours, making you gasp.
“I-I’m sorry, bluebird, I— nghh-“ He lost any sense of forming coherent words as you started to grind down on him, feeling how extremely hard he was against you far too well with how little you were wearing.
You couldn’t help but smile. “You like this?”
“Oh, sweetheart— yes—“ Blue’s head fell back against the couch as your hips rolled together. You braced yourself with your hands on his shoulders, Blue’s iron grip on your waist enough to help you move and press harder against him. “Bluebird— fuck—“
Without thinking, you leaned forward and bit down lightly on the crook of his neck.
The light mark was enough to drive Blue to something feral.
He lunged up, turning and shoving and manhandling you until you were on your hands and knees in front of him. The clink of his belt made you whine, which turned sharply to a gasp as he quite literally ripped your lingerie clean off. Not saying a word, he sheathed himself inside you without warning, nearly making you scream. Blue himself groaned deep from his chest, which turned into a growl as he swept an arm under your stomach and doubled over your back. “Mine,” he hissed in your ear, before starting to pound into you at a bruising, frantic pace, rubbing harsh circles over your clit. Your attention was split between the sensation of Blue absolutely destroying you, and the feeling of his teeth biting down hard on your neck. Hard enough to puncture the skin and draw blood. He kept a firm hold of you, pulling back only slightly to lick the spot he’d bitten you in an attempt to soothe it. “Now everybody will know just who you belong to,” Blue snarled, nipping at your ear. At the sight of his mark on you, Blue started to go faster.
You sobbed in pleasure, chanting his name, begging him, although you weren’t sure what exactly you were begging him for. “That’s it, bluebird,” He growled softly into your neck, “Can feel you almost there. Let go for daddy, hm?”
A high-pitched whine escaped your throat as your entire body spasmed, clenching so tightly around him it made him yelp in surprise. “Fuck—“ He pistoned his hips faster, trying to reach his end.
It was only when it was too late that you realized what he meant to do.
“B-Blue, wait— pull out— condom—“
“No,” He answered in a deep breathless growl from the back of his throat, and clamped a hand hard over your mouth as he bit down on your shoulder, adding a mark to mirror the one on your jawline. His hips stuttered, and you tried to squirm away, but his arm around you held you too tightly against him.
“Blue!” Despite your scream, you arched into him, bringing him impossibly deeper. He cried out as he stilled, cumming as deep inside you as he could possibly get. Your body tightened around him a second time, sucking in everything he had almost desperately. You felt a distinct warmth against your insides and rather than detesting it, you actually whined.
Blue chuckled between his pants against your neck. “See? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To have me deeper inside of you than anything else can possibly get? Hm?” He sounded mocking as he licked the shell of your ear. “Aw, poor baby’s too cockdrunk to talk.” He left a trail of kisses along your jawline, his length twitching inside you as he grew hard again. “I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t move without me dripping out of you, sweetheart. That way everybody knows you’re taken, when they see my cum running down your thighs. You’re mine, do you hear me? Mine, and I’m gonna keep reminding you of that however many times I have to.”
“W-what if…” You could barely fathom the thought, let alone the words. Luckily, Blue seemed to know what you were asking. His hand splayed across your stomach, his rings ice cold against your fevery skin.
“I get you pregnant?” As if to make his point, his hips started gently grinding into you, fucking his release even deeper; your obscene moan made him laugh, and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently. “You want that, huh? Want me to fuck a baby into you? Answer me, bluebird.”
Blue Blue Blue— it was all you could think, and you heard your own voice begging him desperately for it as his words went straight to your core. He kept a hand on your stomach as he slowly rolled his hips into you. “Sweet little bluebird wants me to breed her, huh? Just like a— unh, fuck— bitch in heat. Need to fill you up, sweetheart. Over and over, until it takes.”
When he came in you a second time, coaxing a weak orgasm from you, Blue soothed the bleeding bites he’d left on your skin with his tongue. “Oh, fuck, bluebird— I’m never letting you out of bed, fuck… one more time? Can you go one more time?”
Your weak sob made him coo gently at you, kissing your shoulderblades. “Pretty girl, you can— good girl, such a good girl for daddy, letting me breed her like this...”
You were up until dawn with his one more times. And in the morning, you woke to him between your legs, pushing you through two more orgasms with his tongue and suckling at your clit, before crawling up between your legs and pushing himself inside you again. “Gotta make sure it takes, bluebird. Can you keep it all in for me?” Blue was surprisingly gentle with you, and after another orgasm, you vaguely heard him say, “Nobody’s going to be pulling you off stage again, not with me taking care of you. You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.”
But it was something you’d been running through your head since the day you met him.
You were his, his, his.
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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💔 headcanon for moon boys
Breakup— since I am a hopeless simp and can’t stand unhappy endings, be prepared for a happy ending, my friend. ^^
So.
It’s a huge-ass misunderstanding.
“We need to take a break.”
Steven gets the text at work and—
The poor baby is shook.
He can’t stifle the flood of emotions he goes to the bathrooms and locks the door to process.
“Marc?! Jake?! What’d you do?!”
“Nothing,” Marc replies, scared himself.
“Absolutely nothing, hombre,” Jake answers, sure this can all be worked out— or so he portrays.
All three boys are the incarnation of terror itself.
Like???? Why would you break up with them???? Over text????
What did they do????
They're terrified, so Steven worriedly texts you back.
Nothing.
They call you.
Nothing.
Jake starts ranting in Spanish before disappearing to the farthest corners of the headspace. He doesn't want to be disturbed.
Marc fights to stay strong for Steven, who is falling apart.
Steven goes home early and starts packing their things in your guys' shared flat.
If you really don't want them around, why should they stay?
Jake refuses to let Marc or Steven see him cry. He's the protector, if he's wrecked by this, then who do they have?
Marc manages to stop himself every time a few tears fall, but it's obvious that he's in pain.
Steven can't control it.
He has to keep stopping as he breaks down, wondering why in so many different ways it's ridiculous.
When you come home that evening, Steven hurriedly wipes his tears away (although it's clear that he's been crying anyway).
"Hi guys! How was your day?"
They find your cheerfulness literally painful.
How can you be so happy when you're breaking their hearts?
Jake takes the front, pushing Marc and Steven back.
You notice the boxes and half-packed things of theirs and panic yourself, tears springing to your eyes. "What's happening?"
"Don't play dumb with us, princesa."
Jake shows you the text, frowning even further when you smirk in a bittersweet manner.
"Oh, boys... is that what you think?"
You explain that, you'd been scouring the mall with one of your friends for a gift for each of the boys with your mutual friend Layla.
You'd split up.
You decided you should take a break, so you'd texted her with that--
Or so you'd thought.
You'd texted the boys instead of Layla.
Then your phone had died, so you'd never known.
A little shy, you show them what you two got for them.
For Steven, a recently published book on the pyramids.
For Marc, a Chicago Cubs jersey I don't watch baseball help me
And for Jake, a rabbit foot keychain. “For good luck.”
Jake lets his emotions flow out, now that it’s unneeded. “Oh, mi vida...”
He wraps you up in a tight hug and kisses you. “We love you.”
Marc fronts and pecks your lips. “We love you.”
Steven fronts and presses a tender kiss to your lips. “We love you.”
The night is spent cuddling and unpacking from the boys’ panic, and you promise each of them that you love them with all your heart.
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Hope you liked it! ^^
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Congrats on the 500 followers! I discovered your blog a few days ago and fell in love. Can I request 😤 and/or 🌟 for the moon boys?
OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON—
Ok, so:
Steven: Jealousy-- If Steven saw another man flirting with you, the poor baby would immediately think the worst. He'd think you might fall for this bold fellow and leave him behind. Whether you're oblivious to the guy's advances or are simply being polite, Steven respectfully stays back and out of the conversation, but close. And if you start to get uncomfortable? Oh boy. Steven is by your side in an instant. "I think you've crossed a line, bruv. They're not interested." His voice is so deep and husky you at first mistake him for Marc until he guides you protectively away from the guy and whispers, "You alright, love?" Secret Wish-- Steven will never, ever admit this he most definitely would if you bribed him with a new set of books on Ancient Egypt but he wants for you to maybe do some Egyptian role play-- not the kinky stuff, like a LARP kind of thing. Like authentic clothing, weapons, settings; he's never done it before but he wants to do it with you. He's just a little bit afraid you'll think he's a nerd.
Marc: Jealousy-- Marc and jealousy are two things that don't go together well but are always hand-in-hand. If another guy has his eye on you and you're friendly/oblivious, Marc will see a rival and go protective mode. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head or shoulder until he's positive that the guy has gotten the message; he'll even start peppering kisses on your neck or face if he has to. And if you have the audacity to flirt back, just to get a rise out of him? Be sure to take at least a couple days off work because you're not gonna be walking normal for awhile. Secret Wish-- Marc really, really wants to buy a house somewhere out in the country, away from anything and everything, where the two of you can raise a family. Until he gets out of the deal with Khonshu, though, he's never going to say anything to you. He doesn't want to get your hopes up for a future that might not be possible for either of you.
Jake: Jealousy-- The guy has hardly made it two steps closer to you than a six foot distance before Jake is unleashing a stream of Spanish expletives. "¡Aléjate de mi compañero, gilipollas!" He puts himself between you and the formerly bold flirt and just goes off. He puts the famous rants of Ricky Ricardo to shame and scares the guy so badly he's taking off running and tripping over himself. Jake then apologizes to you for acting like that-- the truth is, he loves you maybe more than anything, and the thought of anyone else even trying to steal your heart terrifies him, because he's not entirely certain, no matter how many times you assure him of it, that he's one of three who have an unwavering chokehold on it. Secret Wish-- Jake doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to let you see how deeply he's fallen for you; at least, not yet. But he dreams of taking you to Paris, to Rome, to anywhere and everywhere in the world. He's been around the block a few times, but because of Khonshu's business his knuckles are usually bloody and he doesn't get to stay long. But once it's over, he wants to see the world with you, the person that means the most to him.
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😂😂😂 It seems a lot of you want to know the filthy fantasies of the Moon Boys! Well...
@jupitersmoon167 @sweet-eclipse-of-mine @bit-dodgy-innit
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Let’s start with Steven.
First of all, he definitely has a dom side. No you misunderstand me, he’s sweet as pumpkin pie like 99.999999999♾% of the time, and probably usually settles for a fifty-fifty flow during sex, is a softdom, or a sub. But, if he’s really fucking riled up, he’ll most definitely wreck your shit. I’m talking a pace that will leave you unable to walk, bruises, bite marks. (He always is still soft and cuddly with you afterwards though.)
Of all three Moon Boys, soft boi here is the fucking kinkiest. He’s the one most likely to tie you up, blindfold you, and fuck you to the point of overstimulation with a vibrator. (And he’ll stuff a gag in your mouth while he does it.) Or vise versa.
A lot of people think he’d be into roleplaying. But hear me out: primal kink. He’ll chase you down and slam you (gently) into the floor, wrestle with you, and then savagely get you onto all fours and have you like an animal. And boy, trust me when I say he loves it just as much in reverse. (This involves a lot of gently licking at each other’s throats afterward while cuddling— it seems to calm you both down.)
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Now. Marc.
He’s probably the most vanilla of the boys. I say this because he has so much on his plate that slow, standard sex is most likely more calming for him than something extraordinary. BUT. That being said. The man has a breeding kink that, if put into sizes, would dwarf the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. He’ll growl into your ear about how badly he wants to knock you up, how beautiful you’d look carrying his child, etc. His hand is almost always on your stomach during sex, and if he has you down in doggy he’ll be sure to grind slow and hard enough so you can both feel him better if he applies pressure. (There’s never actually a real chance of him getting you pregnant, though, not without a lot of talk and a lot of planning.)
On top of a breeding kink, he has a marking/claiming kink. He’ll suck marks into your skin wherever is most visible, and litter your hips and chest with them— marking his territory. It has a bit more reason behind it, though: he’s terrified someone is going to steal you away from him, and he hopes that a mosaic of bite marks will put someone off. He trusts you, he doesn’t trust them.
Speaking of that marking kink... His favorite place to cum is inside you. Cumming on you is good too, yeah, but that can be wiped off. He feels better if he knows you’ve got a bit of him inside you that you can never quite get rid of.
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Okay. Okay. Jake.
Despite popular belief, he’s not as kinky as people think— but, he’s not exactly vanilla, either. His biggest kink is exhibitionism. In the alleys, in a public restroom, a club, a restaurant, hell, even random rooftops. Jake can and will take you anywhere he wants (with your consent.).
Before you, Jake was a virgin. He only ever fronted to protect the boys or do Khonshu’s bidding, feeling more a thing than a person, until he fell for you. You had to teach him a lot of things, and sex, eventually, was one of those things.
Car sex. Since he never fronted much in the flat, his car feels the closest thing he has to a home. Whether it be slow, sensual lovemaking in the backseat with the windows fogged up, or rough fucking on the floor, Jake just wants to feel you in his home, too.
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Despite how kinky (or not) they may be, though, the boys always make sure they have your consent for anything and everything they do, whether it be slow, sensual lovemaking that makes you forget your own name, or rough fucking that leads to marks and brief subspace. They love you, and want to make sure you feel safe and protected, always.
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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hi, i absolutely love your writing! can you do “visiting a haunted house” with jake lockley? thank you love <3
nsjsbsjshsj thank you so much 🥺
Prompt: List 1, 2) Visiting a haunted house
Rating/Warnings: M, themes of gore/violence, disturbing images(?), mentions of corpses/skeletons, fake blood, being chased by a dude with a chainsaw, none of its real but still, it’s a haunted house okay (written by someone who’s never been to a haunted house btw), fluff, Jake pretends to be tough but he’s söft
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“I don’t really see the point of this, princesa,” Jake grumbled from the driver’s seat, letting his cigarette hang out the window. “It’s childish.”
You scoffed. “Yeah. Big macho Jake going to a haunted house, how horrible.”
“Yes. It is horrible. Thank you for understanding.” Jake went to start the car, but you stopped him with a firm hand on his knee. He slumped back into the seat with defeat. “It’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid,” You said, as stern as you could muster. “Just because you’ve never been to a haunted house before doesn’t mean you can’t ever go.”
Jake sighed, exasperated. “I’m thirty-seven, Y/N. How many thirty-seven-year-olds do you know that visit haunted houses?”
One of your eyebrows popped up. “Quite a few, actually. It’s also considered a couple’s activity.” After a few beats of silence, you reached across and took his hand in yours. “I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to, Jake. Promise. Just—“
“It’s a Halloween thing,” Jake finished for you, “You’ve done it every year for the last several years. This is your first time with me and it’s supposed to be special.” He shot you a lopsided grin. “See? I pay attention, hermosa.”
“I know you do,” You leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. “So? We doing this?”
Jake heaved a sigh before unbuckling with a roll of his eyes, trying to stifle his grin at your excited, beaming smile. “Thank you, Jake!” You leaned across the divider again to pepper kisses all over his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
That broke his stoic resolve, and he melted into your touch before returning the chaste kisses with some of his own. You hopped out of the car with an eager giggle, hurrying around as Jake got out so that you could link your arms together.
It was a short walk to the ticket booth, and then you were ushered inside. Dark, stuffy, and filled with strings that felt suspiciously like cobwebs, it was unsettling. Screams, seemingly distant, echoed from hidden speakers and gave the impression of being surrounded by killers just around the corner. You clung to Jake nervously, every little sound making you jump. Jake was more wary, careful, but not prone to being petrified by the sound of a skittering mouse like you were.
At least... he hoped it was a mouse...
It wasn’t long before you’d lost your way in the nearly pitch-black hallways lined with plastic skeletons and robotic corpses that would lunge when you least expected it. Not even Jake was sure where you were, now. He took solace in the fact that this was a controlled environment, and even if it weren’t, he was certain he could protect you if he summoned the suit.
It was only a matter of time before you ran into somebody.
Jake was unimpressed. It was a guy in a plastic Jason mask with clothes covered in splattered fake blood, and a chainsaw that clearly had no blade. It was entirely fake— but you squeaked in terror and latched onto him as if your life was seriously at stake, so it was completely worth it.
The guy started the chainsaw and rushed toward you with a truly unhinged yell that was covering some kind of laugh as you took off running, dragging Jake along with you. For the sake of it, he kept up with you, even sped up and pulled you along behind him. Why not play along? You were having fun, squealing and giggling; and the thrill of the chase was getting to him, too. Someone catching the Midnight Vigilante in an overdone costume with a fake chainsaw? Un-fucking-likely.
Jake went faster, trying to remember the way out. “Fuck?! Where the fuck?!”
“This way!” You took him down a hallway neither of you had been before, but at least it was an exit. The chainsaw guy was actually pretty fast, although it was difficult to run while laughing so hard. Was he laughing? Fuck, yours just must be that contagious. Even chainsaw guy was laughing.
The hallway narrowed until it hit a dead end, making you unleash something between a laugh and a scream. Jake shouted in alarm when he saw the chainsaw guy speeding up the hall towards you; Jake tried to put himself around you, but the hallway was too small. The chainsaw touched you and Jake’s legs before the guy stumbled back and shut it off, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. You were wheezing, and Jake couldn’t stop staring at you in awe. You were beautiful like this, when you were carefree...
“You guys were great!” Chainsaw guy said, hefting his fake weapon to rest on his shoulder. “C’mon, I’ll show you the way out!”
Back in the car, still breathless and giggling together, Jake managed, “That was fun.”
“See?!” You pulled him in for a hug by his collar. “I told you!”
Jake had made a new pact. He’d never complain about doing anything ever again if he got to see you smile like that. No matter what it was that you wanted him to do, or how he felt about it... your laugh was priceless. “Yeah. You told me. I’ll listen next time.”
He pecked your lips lovingly and held one of your hands against him, relaxing as you traced patterns over the back of his with your fingertips. You sighed contentedly as he backed out of the parking spot. “Princesa?”
“Hm?”
“There any corn mazes around here?”
Your smile gave him butterflies.
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stormkobra-5 · 1 year
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omg i once had a dream where steven bought me a collar
I-
🤤🤤🤤🥵🥵🥵
“Bought this the other day, love... thought you’d look pretty in it. W-we don’t have to if you don’t want to, just... Thought it’d look nice while I have you, yeah?” Imagine him gently fitting it around your neck and his eyes darkening. “Yeah... There... So beautiful, dove. Go lay down for me, alright?”
Oh god and if it’s Egyptian themed this boy will go feral—
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Hello dear, let's start ╰⁠(⁠^⁠ᴗ⁠^⁠)⁠╯
🦇 + the moon boys please? Thank you ✨🌺!
Hello 😌 okokokokok—
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Steven:
This boi 110% plays Pokémon. Don’t ask me how I know this. I just do. His Pokédex is almost full and he’s like at level 546 if that’s a thing idk. If he’s not at work/reading up on mythology, he’s playing Pokémon.
Speaking of mythology. Based on books on his desk, he’s most definitely teaching himself Wakandan and Asgardian, just like he taught himself Ancient Egyptian. But have you also considered: Ancient Hebrew? Indian? Welsh? This guy can speak like twelve hundred languages. Steven, my friends, is a polyglot.
He doesn’t just read non-fiction; sometimes he enjoys fiction, too. His go-to comfort series is Percy Jackson (he got started on Kane Chronicles when he was just renting books on Egypt from the local library, and then realized it was a fiction novel and he had to go back and read the whole series).
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Marc:
You know how I said Steven plays Pokémon? Marc is fucking OP in Animal Crossing. Hey— hey— easy— don’t be hasty. I mean he hates violence, so Call of Duty/Mortal Kombat isn’t really an option. He’d prefer relaxing games like Animal Crossing and Sims. He loves being just a Little Guy doing Little Guy things like gardening and decorating a house and stuff.
Feeding ducks. Marc is söft, okay? He likes to pretend he’s not but he’s so soft. And huggable. And cuddly. So when he goes to the park he always brings food for the ducks because he’s worried they might not have enough.
He has a collection of Star Wars comic books from when he was a kid, and baseball cards. They brought him comfort and were probably one of the only things he kept. He still looks at them.
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Jake:
Jake isn’t like the other boys. He doesn’t care much for video games. No, Jake enjoys board games. Stuff like DND, to be specific. This guy has like 20 different characters and campaigns going at any given time, and he runs them out of the local pub with his buddies. He might disappear for a week or two without notice, but good fucking luck getting through Menkalavert the Red’s dungeon without his Lvl. 98 half-elf ranger with maxed-out stats. Nobody dares to play without Jake. He’s OP (he’ll also kick your ass at Monopoly btw, and he’s always hanging out in pubs so ofc he knows every card game ever invented).
Documentaries. Look. It might seem like he doesn’t care for/nor have the patience to sit through one. But think of it this way: he never got to go to school. Everything he knows he knows from Marc and Steven. How to read, write, spell, and such. So in his free time he’ll sit and watch something on the history channel or National Geographic just to learn something new. It makes him feel good, especially when Marc or Steven quiz him on it later and he gets all the questions correct.
Jake makes it a point to always visit the local homeless shelter with all the food and clothes he can fit in his car. His cab business brings in good money, so once Steven and Marc get their share (before they get jobs again), and once he spends only what he needs to, he spends the rest on food and clothes. He helps get them interview clothes for jobs, helps them get bank accounts and assists them until they’re able to find a home. There’s always someone new in the shelter for every group he helps, but he’s always ready to do it all over again.
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stormkobra-5 · 2 years
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Happy Spooky Season! I love the new theme and since we're always in the mood for some thots, how about 🕸 with Poe Dameron?
Oh lord. You’ve opened up a whole new can of worms (also tyvm 🥰).
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Poe Dameron. My husband. The love of my life. Lemme tell you a little bit about Poe in the NSFW context.
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Poe gives off massive switch vibes to me. He can be a softdom (or dom) and totally wreck your shit, but he’s also a sub— although a sassy, bratty one you’ve gotta teach some manners.
As a fandom, we’ve collectively dubbed him the ✨king of eating you out✨. This boy will get pussydrunk very easily. One lick is all it takes and he fucking craves it. He’ll go down on you for hours if you let him, so out of it that he hasn’t even realized that he’s pulled you through eight orgasms on his tongue and fingers alone in one night (he’d also def hump the mattress while doing so).
If Poe has a chance while on a mission, he’ll call you. Usually he just wants to hear your voice, to let you know he’s okay, but sometimes, on less serious missions, he’ll call for... other reasons. Comm sex isn’t unusual territory for you once you get deep into the relationship.
Dry humping is a normal occurrence with Poe. Not just for quickies— sometimes the slow, sensual build-up of arousal just feels nice, especially if you both manage to cum before you even get your clothes off.
I think it’s been established that Poe is game to try anything. So long as you’re fine with it, experimentation is normal— after talking about it thoroughly, of course. Pegging? Hell yes. Special vibrators or toys for either of you? Of course! Roleplay? Depends on the scenario, because Poe would never even pretend to hurt you. Hell, even aphrodisiac spice is acceptable after you and Poe plan everything out and ensure your safety.
Of course, there are always soft times. If it’s been a hard mission, you just need to lose yourselves in each other, spending the night entangled in the sheets and just feeling one another in the moment, trying to get as close as humanly possible, glad that you’re alive to do so. Sex with Poe is always an experience, but whether it’s soft, rough, or both, it’s always an experience you both love. 🧡
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