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no thoughts just steven with a tit in his mouth

Good Boy, Steven

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For the @moonknight-events Bingo Event!

Prompt: Dirty Talk

Summary:

Steven's idea of a good night is a nice hot cup of tea, an interesting documentary about Egypt on the telly, and his partner praising him with his cock buried deep inside them.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, mommy kink, dirty talk, p in v creampie, vaginal sex, praise kink (giving), unprotected sex, subby Steven, begging.

Word Count: 826

“Steven,” you whispered, moving your hips up and down again along his hard length.

“Yes, oh god, yes m-mommy I…”

You chuckled, “finish your sentence baby.”

Your lips peppered kisses along his strong neck, paying extra attention to the vein popping out on the side from his attempting to restrain himself. His hands were gripping your hips tightly, kneading your flesh as you continued your smooth motions. He breathed an airy exhale, stopping short as it got caught in his chest. Steven was always so needy, and you loved to praise him for it.

“You’re such a good boy, Steven,” you cooed, dropping down on his lap once again, feeling his fat tip reach the deepest parts of your greedy cunt.

“Am I? I was rather naughty to beg you for this love, I know your rule is: no asking for sex.”

You kissed the base of his stubbled jaw, “but you looked so pretty when you begged, how could I say no?”

You moved a little faster, which is what he wanted, filling the room with the sounds of your combined moans mixed with the wetness of your skin slapping against his. Steven whimpered, making the most lovely sounds that always made your pussy flutter in response. You’d said before jokingly that you felt like you could come untouched just from listening to him, and you were starting to think that wasn’t much of a joke anymore.

“Plus,” you sucked in a breath, “you’re so big and hard for me, aren’t you? You’re such a big, hard boy for mommy,” you whispered against his ear.

Steven whined, holding you tight and rutting his hips into yours from below. Self control wasn’t his strong suit when it came to you. He wanted to flip you onto your back and pound you into the mattress until you couldn’t breathe, but the payoff of letting you run the show was always worth giving up control. Steven liked it best when you were in control.

“Yes, mommy, oh god, m’so h-hard right now,” he looked up at you with those big, brown eyes, as if he were asking for approval. They said: is that what you wanted to hear, mommy?

“Sh, baby, you talk too much,” you tease, leaning up so your nipple is hovering at his spit slick lips. 

Steven brought a hand up from your hip to hold your breast, positioning your nipple closer to his mouth so he could suck on it. He moaned over your mound, as if the feeling of having your hardened flesh on his tongue was enough to make him come. You could’ve sworn it felt like he got even harder inside of you, hips bucking upward into your core once more, forcing a drawn out moan from your own mouth.

“Steven, you’re such a good boy aren’t you? You know just what mommy needs, a big, fat cock to make her come. Are you going to make me come baby?” You arched your back and worked your hips in a different motion, sending Steven gasping against your tit. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Steven sucked harder, so hard that it almost hurt, but you didn’t mind a bit of pain. He was guiding you a bit, the hand that remained on your hip was pulling you forward and back to keep the rhythm. You could hear his breathing becoming more labored the faster you moved.

“When you come, you better fill me up nice and full Steven,” you demanded, “cause if you don’t, you’re going to be in big trouble, and we don’t want that do we?”

He popped off of your breast, long enough to mutter a quiet ‘no, mommy,’ before getting back to work on teasing your nipple with his tongue.

“Good boy, Steven.” 

You fucked him harder, moving your hips as fast as you could while he simultaneously churned upward, hitting that spot deep inside your core until finally you felt your mind going blank. You managed to keep moving your hips fluidly through your orgasm, cunt squeezing around Steven’s cock tight until he was a gasping and whimpering mess against your tit. His fingers squeezed into your flesh, hips halting their movements while his cock throbbed and gushed hot ropes of cum deep into your hot center.

He did what you’d told him to, filling you so full of him that his spend was leaking out around his buried length and pooling between your bodies. You didn’t care about the mess though, the two of you were reduced to a breathing, sweating heap on the bed, trying desperately to recollect yourselves. Normally Steven would go soft fairly soon after his orgasm, but you noticed his cock was still very much alive inside you.

He chuckled breathlessly, “I don’t want to be in trouble, so I’m gonna fill you again and again until you say it’s enough, yeah?”

You nod, carding your fingers through his unruly curls, “yeah.”

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if you see me reblogging this, no you didn't...

seriously mel, this was so good i ignored a full out horns blaring traffic jam outside my apartment while reading it. shook me to my core. at this rate you're gonna turn me into a jake guy (don't tell steven!)

Heat

Alpha Jake Lockley X Omega f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For the @moonknight-events Bingo Event!

Prompt: "Tell Me No."

Author's Note: This was my first omegaverse fic so be gentle please and thanks.

Summary

The CEO of Lockley & Co. is an alpha and has agreed that omegas can work at his corporation, so long as they agree to stay on suppressants. You needed your job, and you needed it badly, so you had no problem with compliance. But why aren't your suppressants working?

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, omegaverse, A/B/O, Jake is an Alpha and reader is an Omega, messy sex, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, creampie, knotting, strangers hooking up sort of, rough sex.

You wanted the job at Lockley & Co. so bad you could hardly stand it. Nine to five, Monday through Friday with health benefits and a 401k. You couldn’t pass something like that up, so you were happy to follow the rules for Omegas: take your heat suppressants, or take some sick leave when the time for your heat arrived. There was no exception, and if you couldn’t follow the rules, then you would be fired.

You’d done well for yourself, prepping the perfect resume, carefully adorned with your special skills and experience working for prior well known employers. It all earned you a position as Mr. Lockley’s personal secretary. Not just anyone was cut out for the job. You had to be sharp, an exceptional multitasker, and excellent at problem solving. You felt confident that you could handle it, and you were sure that your confidence is the reason his assistant hired you.

“You’re an omega…” she’d looked up from your resume, eyes scanning over you to cast their judgment. “You’re aware that Mr. Lockley is an alpha, aren’t you?”

You nodded, “yes, but I’m on suppressants, I take them regularly, and I wear a pheromone blocker.”

She hummed in approval as she continued looking over your resume, “we can try it out, but if you become a problem then this may not be a good fit.”

You assured her it wouldn’t be an issue. You weren’t a stranger to your heat, and you knew how to handle it.

You had it under control…you thought.

On your first day, Mr. Lockley strode into the hall by his office, the place where your desk sat by the door to check people in for appointments and take calls. He stopped in his tracks, dark eyes darting to yours and his nostrils flaring slightly while he stared. Could he smell you? Of course he couldn’t. You’d taken the suppressants, you took care of your shit so you could work. You checked your wrist, the small green light on the electronic pheromone blocker you wore indicated that it was still working.

But it wasn’t working.

Mr. Lockley’s cheeks flushed, his movements turned fast as he stormed to his office and slammed the door. You jumped, not sure why he was reacting that way. You looked around. Maybe there was a new omega hired that was around and you didn’t see them? No, there was no one else up there with you at the moment. It was just you, and Mr. Lockley on that floor.

You could hear him in there, making all sorts of noise as it sounded like he slammed down his briefcase and rustled through his documents. He was loud for a while in there, the sounds of his footsteps echoing out into the hall even through the closed door. It was after an hour of the racket that you heard some glass break, so you finally decided to knock on his door.

“S-sir?” You asked softly.

A deafening silence ripped through the hall where you stood.

“Come in,” he choked out, not in the confident, deep voice you’d expected to hear.

You opened the door slowly. You were shocked to see him adjusting his tie and fixing his hair as you stepped into the room.

“Stay there!” He shouted, forcing you to jump back in surprise.

You’d never seen Mr. Lockley like that, cheeks dusted pink and hair a bit unruly. He was known for his inexplicable ability to keep his composure, even in the most unnerving situations. You envied him for that trait.

“What do you want?” He asked harshly.

“I was just…” you looked at the broken corporate award from last year on the floor, which you assumed was the source of the breaking glass you heard earlier. “I was just checking on you, you sounded–”

“I’m fine,” he rushed to say. “You should go home early, I don’t need you today.”

“Well I have a lot of work to do, it’s my first day, I should–”

“You’re fired!”

You gulped, rendered silent by the finite words leaving his mouth.

“I’m…what?” Your bottom lip started quivering against your will. “You can’t–”

“No, you’re not fired but just…just go home! Don’t make me ask again!”

You nodded and left his office before he changed his mind back to terminating you again. Your heart was racing and you felt like you’d been punched in the gut. There was no excuse for him to be in such a mood, but then it hit you. You were in your heat. He was acting like an alpha would if they smelled you. 

He could smell you. There was no other reasonable explanation.

But you had taken suppressants, you knew you did. As you were leaving you rifled through your bag. In your purse you found the suppressant package with one capsule missing, you turned it this way and that, looking for any explanation as to why it wouldn’t be working. The fine print stated:

Caution: this medication will have little to no effect on alphas that have marked the omega taking this drug. In the case of ‘perfect mates’, this drug will have little to no effect. Disclaimer: Suppressants and their potency are not a reliable way to determine ‘perfect mate’ compatibility. If you have a high blood pressure or heart disease, please consult your doctor before taking any form of suppressant.

You wracked your brain the entire way home trying to think of when Mr. Lockley might’ve marked you. The two of you had never even spoken before, and he certainly had never touched you. You’d heard from others that he made a point never to touch employees of his just in case. You wondered if that’s why he still had his gloves on when you’d left his office earlier.

—

Jake couldn’t figure it out either.

He spent the day in his office, trying desperately to get the smell of you out of his head. He used his aromatherapy pen, something he bought on Amazon that was supposed to help quell his rut when an Omega in heat was nearby and off their suppressants. It helped…a little.

He was able to get through the better part of his day, sitting through some of his morning meetings and sifting through emails. When his assistant came in, opening the door and letting a breeze air waft through his office, he lost what little control he had left. You’d left your damn coat behind at your desk in your attempt to leave the office quickly, and it stunk like you.

“Sir, are you alright–”

“Cancel all my meetings, I’m going home,” he grumbled, stalking out of his office in a huff.

She looked surprised, but nodded nonetheless. Jake snatched your coat on the way by your desk as he made his way to the elevator. No amount of aromatherapy bullshit could stop the feral heat coursing through his veins. By the time he reached the ground floor he was covered in a thin veil of sweat, only made worse by the inquiring employees all asking ‘if he was okay.’

He was fucking fine.

Except he wasn’t.

Jake had meant to go straight home, truly, but he found himself standing outside your house instead, knocking on your door with your stinking coat in hand. He just had to give it back to you. If he didn’t, it was going to continue stinking up his car, or his house, or his bed. That’s all he was there to do…nothing else. He wiped his sweaty palms on his suit coat. It was unlike him to be shaken up like that. The CEO and founder of Lockley & Co., made into a panting mess by a little omega who forgot to take her suppressants. He was stronger than that…at least that’s what he kept telling himself.

—

You heard a knock on your door and could see your boss through the ring camera at your front steps. You felt every nerve ending in your body come alive. Your core immediately started tingling with anticipation, knowing there was an alpha right on the other side of your door. With hesitation, you grabbed your phone, speaking through the intercom.

“M-Mr. Lockley what are you–”

“You left your jacket, I brought it for you.” He spoke in a low rasp. Even through the phone, his tense demeanor was evident.

“Thank you,” you gulped. “You can just leave it there at the door.”

“I’m sorry for my behavior but…you need to take your suppressants, you know the rules. There’s a reason–”

“I did take them, but they don’t work if you marked me but…I don’t remember you marking me,” you felt your body overheating the longer he stood outside your door.

“I didn’t, it would’ve been impossible. Besides, I have a strict policy with my employees.” He said sternly.

There was an awkward silence that passed through the closed door. You felt your slick dripping out of you, ruining the clothes you’d changed into when you got home.

“Well you must’ve because–”

“I didn’t!” He yelled, forcing you to step away from the door. “I didn’t.”

“Okay.”

You felt an overwhelming need to open the door and see him. Your feet carried you involuntarily to the knob, and on its own your hand reached out to grasp it.

“Don’t open the door,” he warned.

“I’m opening the door,” you retorted, turning the knob.

“I’m begging you not to open the fucking door–”

“I’m just going to get my coat from you, it’s not–”

“-and I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if–”

“-you’re making a big deal out of nothing I’m just going to–”

You both froze when the door was finally open. A smart omega would’ve kept it closed like she was told, but you weren’t a smart omega. You were in heat, desperate, dripping wet between your legs with slick, and there was a perfectly healthy and ready alpha on your front step. How could you just let that opportunity slip by?

—

Jake could smell your slick pouring out of you like a little fountain. You were so wet that it filled his head with a fog he couldn’t shake. His hands were clenched into fists and his jaw was so tight he thought his teeth might break in his mouth. Your heart was pounding in your heaving chest, he could hear it. He could see every little bead of sweat on your soft skin. What a pretty little omega you were, so ready to breed.

Jake charged toward you, dropping your coat and slamming the door behind himself. He grabbed the collar of your shirt.

“Tell me no,” he demanded.

“I can’t,” you breathed, grabbing onto the lapel of his suit.

His mouth slammed onto yours with a heavy need, tongue invading your mouth in a desperate hunger. A rumble erupted through his chest as he ripped your shirt open with reckless abandon, buttons flying all over the room as the blouse was ruined. 

“Bedroom,” he murmured against your mouth, “bed.”

You pointed in the direction of your room, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you, never letting your lips disconnect all the way to the bed. He dropped you onto the mattress, making quick work of his coat and starting to work on his white button-down. You fumbled with his belt, shaking hands struggling to get the buckle undone.

“Do your own, go, go,” he said, breathing so hard it sounded like he’d just run a marathon.

You started getting your pants off, removing your panties and bra in the process. In a matter of seconds you were two sweaty bodies connected at the mouth, moaning and grinding on each other messily.

“You’re so fucking wet, should we get a towel or–”

“Fuck me,” you rushed to say.

He plunged himself deep into your core without a second thought, forcing you to throw your head back from the sheer ecstasy of the moment. You moaned deeply, feeling Jake’s cock slamming into the deepest parts of your heat. His mouth was all over you, lips sucking and lapping at your skin like he meant to devour you. Your nails dug into the meat of his shoulders, sure to leave divots with how hard you gripped him.

“Fuck, you’re such a filthy little omega, such a nice cunt you’ve got,” he growled. “You did this, you did this to me. You feel how fucking hard I am? Feel how big my cock is right now?”

You nodded, whimpering with every slam of his hips, “yes, sir, yes!”

“Good, fucking good.”

You were panting, unable to catch your breath or find your mental bearings. It was a purely pleasure-filled fog permeating your mind. All you could smell was Jake’s pheromones in the room, his unadulterated hunger to fill you, to breed you. He slammed harder, the headboard of the bed rocked off the wall with every thrust. You gasped when he bit into your flesh and sucked the skin between his teeth.

“I bet you did this on purpose didn’t you? You wanted me to fill you up huh? Bet you couldn’t stop thinking about spending your heat being bred by me,” he hissed in your ear.

You couldn’t get a word out, your mind too fucked out to focus on anything much other than your breathing, and the way your body felt like it was electrified all over.

Jake could feel your cunt squeezing around him, your slick making a sticky mess between both your bodies as it continued spilling out of you. He’d never had such a desperate omega, such a pretty and needy little thing so ready to take every ounce of his spend. He pounded faster, feeling himself so close to his climax he could hardly stand it.

“You really think you can take everything I’ve got, querida? It’s been a long, long time since I’ve been with someone. And I’ve never fucked anyone as breedable as you,” he whispered, breath punching out of his lungs.

“Yes, I can, I can!” You held onto him tight, arching your hips to take him deeper.

Finally his hips stopped flush against yours. He groaned, hard cock throbbing inside you, cum gushing and filling your cunt until it was overflowing. You felt him knotting, pushing the engorged base of his girth into you and forcing a gasp to erupt from your chest.

“Oh f-fuck!” You shrieked.

“Stay still, oh for fuck’s sake stay still…”

You did as you were told, feeling your own orgasm tear through your body, your cunt contracting over his knotted dick in waves. You breathed heavily, holding onto him tight and kissing along his neck and jawline, doing your best to keep your body still. You’d been through a few heats, and always been able to get through it on your own, but now that you’d had an alpha, you didn’t know how you’d made it so long without one.

“That was incredible,” you whispered.

“It was a mistake,” he whispered. “Incredible though, yes, fucking incredible.”

He lay there on top of you, lazily kissing your sweat slick neck, adjusting your bodies to a more comfortable position on your sides to wait out his knot. Jake kissed your forehead, holding you close against his chest.

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I promise I’m on suppressants I don’t understand…” you trailed off.

He chuckled, “are we a perfect match, little omega?”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. It was the only thing that made any sense given the precautions you’d both taken to prevent this sort of situation from happening. You looked into his dark eyes, unable to tear yourself away. The feeling of his knot still throbbing inside you, and the bite he left on your neck made you feel more connected to him than anyone ever made you feel before.

You nodded and sighed contentedly, “a perfect match.”

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I could fix him. I could make him worse. Good for you. I could gently take the weapon out of his shaking, blood-soaked hand and hold him until he finally believes that he doesn't have to be defined by all the ways the world has hurt him. Then we could ruin the lives of everyone who has ever treated him like he's a monster who doesn't deserve love.

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Oscar Isaac as Robert Brown in TO BE AN ANGEL (2013)

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Basil Stitt - The Free Use Chronicles - Random Horny Thots

NSFW

You’re sitting on the couch when you hear a familiar whimper in the bathroom. Slowly, you walk toward the sound, steps muffled by your socks. Skin against skin mixed with heavy - and deliciously pathetic - breathing.

Basil is jerking off.

You should knock…but you decide against it. When you open the door, you’re graced with the beautiful look of surprise splayed over Basil’s face. He gasps, fist closed over his fat, leaking cock, eyes turning up to look at you as his mouth falls open.

“B-baby I…o-oh f-fuuu-”

Hot white strings shoot from the strangled head of Basil’s dick. His glistening cum spills around his fingers and coats the back of his hand. He looks at the ground, cheeks going flush under your gaze. You wait patiently for his breathing to go back to normal before you speak.

“Basil, w-what are you doing?” You ask, despite it being perfectly obvious.

“S-sorry I…I just…you wore that thin shirt and…and you don’t have on a bra so your nipples are…they’re…” he wipes some drool off his lips and looks away from you.

“Why didn’t you just take what you needed from me then? I was sitting right there on the couch with you, you don’t need to do this. Next time, Basil, I want you to use me. Any time you need, you can just have me.”

At first, Basil doesn’t quite understand. Surely you can’t mean any-time. So when he looks at you with that deep furrowed brow and confused expression, you elaborate.

“Literally any time you want me, you can have me. My mouth, my hands, my pussy…” you give him a reassuring grin, “my body belongs to you.”

Basil looks like he could cry, but holds it back, nodding slowly before getting up to start cleaning himself off.

The next evening…

You’re doing the dishes after dinner, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re surprised he hasn’t done anything yet. If you could read his mind, the truth is that he’s still hesitant to just take you. While he stands there in the kitchen though, seeing the way your pretty thighs pressed together as your skirt rode up your hips, he can’t ignore the growing need pooling in his stomach.

You’re prepared, wearing nothing under the shirt skirt just in case he needs you. You feel him crowd in behind you, breath hot and kissing the sensitive skin on your neck.

“Are you sure this…” he presses his denim covered bulge against your ass, “is okay?”

You breathe out a moan, “feel me…”

Basil uses both hands to tuck under the fabric of your skirt, pushing it up over your rear. He shudders at the sight of your pretty ass, not expecting you to have gone commando just for him. He pulls down his pants and boxer-briefs as one, wrapping a firm hand around his girth.

He uses the thick head of his cock to slide between your folds; he shudders feeling how warm and wet you are already. You’re ready for him. Basil whimpers, sliding forward and bottoming out as deep as he can get into your soaking heat. You’re so drenched that when he snaps his hips forward again, the sound of your skin slaps loudly into the kitchen.

Basil reaches his hand around your waist and flattens it on your tummy, pulling you back while sliding himself forward to feel you deeper. He reaches his other hand up to cup one of your bouncing tits. - bouncing because he can’t stop thrusting faster and faster because it feels so fucking good -.

He’s sorry - so fucking sorry - for the way he’s fucking you so hard your hips slam against the counter. He’ll make it up to you later when his face is covered in your juices and your thighs are shaking against his ears.

Basil doesn’t last long, no more than three minutes and his face is against your spine, rasping loudly and he’s pulling you back over his cock, planting his spend deep in your slick hole. His body jolts, he feels your cunt clench around him, milking whatever’s left in his dick.

He’s so eager already to take you again, but his cock is going soft inside you as he comes down from his high. The sound of his cum dripping on the floor as he slips out of you is all you can focus on, mind numb from the feeling of Basil using you like you asked. You turn around and touch his scarred cheek.

“Was I a good little fuck toy? Did you like using me baby?”

Breathless, Basil leans into you, slotting his lips over yours.

“Mm, yes…t-thank you,” he whispers, “thank you for that.”

You giggle at his beautifully pathetic and hooded gaze.

“Don’t thank me, just remember…any…time…”

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Deborah Ann Woll & Jon Bernthal at the premiere of Daredevil S2 on 2016

#she’s so pretty #they both are #bisexuals stay winning #jon bernthal #deborah ann woll #daredevil #the punisher

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Howdy!

The universe has seen fit to strike me down with the flu (I hate it here). Unfortunately this means Kinktober won’t officially start until next week. I’m hoping to have my strength back up for writing and drawing soon. Poe fic is completely done and beta’d, and I’m working on the art as we speak. Fun fact: relearning digital painting is a bitch 😵.

See y’all next week, and happy October!

xoxo graeme

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*muffled barking*

leslie you’ve done it again <3

Lunar 🌙

If you didn't know, in spanish "lunar" has the same meaning as english, BUT, it also can mean "mole" (yeah, the dots on skin kind)

So... I added them as a white dots, resembling the moon:)

Not really a bright concept but I had had it in my mind for a while now and I wanted to finallyyyy let it go

#steven grant #moon knight

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i can’t believe it’s october in only two days… i swear august was last week 😵‍💫

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