#steven is a soft bottom

[ruegoreos]

some of my personal intimacy headcannons for my beloved moonboys <33

TW: mentions of sex, pet names, use of the word slut, fluff (let me know if i missed any <3)

Notes: these are just personal headcannons i have of the boys, personal opinions.

-----------------------------------MARC------------------------------------

despite marc being pretty reserved and dominant by nature, he likes to be held while sleeping or cuddling. He prefers being face to face with his arms around your back and his face buried in your chest. Or lying on top of you. That was always good too. His face resting in your neck, his body splayed out above yours, your fingertips along his back. He'd be asleep in three seconds.

marc enjoys a good fuck just as much as the next person. He loves to pin you down and take what he wants, making you scream his name until the neighbors know it. But he prefers soft sex, actually. He'd rather take you in a slow missionary filled with gentle kisses and soft, praising whispers. He'd call you "baby", " good girl/boy", "sweetheart."

aftercare was always marcs job. He'd bring you a warm, damp towel to clean you up, tea for your throat, and he'd put on your favorite movie while massaging the sore parts of your body. And if you wanted some alone time after, that was okay too.

----------------------------------STEVEN----------------------------------

steven, steven, steven. Sweet angel baby steven. He cuddled you every chance he got. In bed, on the sofa, on the train, anywhere. He'd wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and melt into your body. His face would disappear in your neck, and he'd be out like a light.

sex with steven was always gentle and slow. Unless he asked for otherwise. Steven liked you above him, liked you to take control and dominate him. He appreciated and welcomed praise, going absolutely bonkers for a "good boy" or "atta boy". Other times, however, when Steven is feeling extra horny, he'd beg and plead you to peg him. The feeling of being filled completely, the delicious stretch of your dildo, made him crave you even more.

Aftersex was a two way street with Steven. Of course, he'd shower you with gentle attention, making sure you were okay, possibly making you tea or bringing you whatever snacks you wanted. But he also enjoyed getting taken care of too.

-------------------------------------JAKE-----------------------------------

Jake was a spooner. He refused any other type of cuddles. If you weren't in his arms, your back up against his chest, he'd throw a fit. He slept like a ton of bricks too, his body motionless and heavy. His arms would latch around your torso, his legs intertwined with yours, his face buried in the nape of your neck. And he wouldn't let you go until he was awake.

oh boy. Jake liked it rough. He always did. Slow missionary? No. Your legs would be over his shoulders, one of his hands pinning both of yours above your head as he pounded into you. Soft cowgirl? No. Jake would hold onto your hip, slamming you down onto him like there was no tomorrow. But his favorite, oh his favorite was doggy style. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you on your hands and knees for him, your pretty little hole begging to be filled. He'd call you "amor", "cielo", "my slut", "dirty girl/boy".

aftercare? Aftercare was sleep. Jake would turn on some soft Spanish music, turn off the lights, pull you close in the afterglow, and sleep. He'd sing you to sleep sometimes, his voice a smooth yet raspy melody as he whispered in Spanish. And once he woke up from his nap, he'd take you all over again.

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[hainethehero]

Steve x Bucky x Clint drabble...

"Why are you breakin' my heart?" Steve whimpers, tears in his ocean blue eyes.

Bucky shakes his head, running fingers through his hair impatiently. "Don't cry, doll. Please don't cry."

Steve swipes at his runny nose hastily, "No! Tell me what I did! Tell me what I did wrong!"

"Steve-"

"I did everything I could to get you back!" Steve wails, "I just got you back-"

"Darlin'-"

The blonde grabs a hold of Bucky's metal wrist and squeezes. "Just tell me what to do, Bucky. Tell me and I'll do it, please- please don't leave me, please-"

Bucky exhales heavily, his eyes stinging. "St- baby, you don't understand. I have to go-"

"Then take me with you," Steve interrupts, eyes wide and so full of hope, it breaks Bucky's own heart.

"Only one of us can go back, sweetheart," he explains gently, as if Steve didn't understand.

"You don't! You don't have to go, Bucky, please!"

Bucky makes a disapproving sound again. It's sickening to Steve's ears.

Steve hears himself crying- bawling, really- and it doesn't even sound like him. He's never heard himself so distraught and broken before. It's like the wailing cry of a dying animal. His throat burns from sobbing, his eyes are sore and blurry. Snot and tears run down his face.

Can Bucky not see just how sad he's making him?

Did Bucky even know that Steve's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest? Like it'd jump out at any second and leave him cold and dead in the wake of Bucky's absence?

"Stevie..."

"Jamie please, please please please please..."

"Please-!"

*

"Steve? Sweetheart, wake up, you're having a nightmare."

Steve's eyes pop open and he's suddenly back in Avengers Tower. His eyes are wet, tear tracks drying down his cheeks. His chest is heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. And his body feels paralyzed in abject fear.

A gentle hand strokes his face and caresses his jaw, petting him softly.

"It's okay," Bucky whispers, "only a dream, darlin."

Steve, still traumatized from his nightmare pushes Bucky away with a petulant growl. He curls up against the headboard, arms wrapped around his bent knees.

Clint, who's sleeping on the other side of Steve, startles awake from the sudden movement, eyes on high alert.

"Whas'at?"

Bucky stops for a few, totally confused at Steve pushing him away. He turns and flicks on the bedside lamp, setting the room in an incandescent glow. Clint winces and turns to put on his hearing aids.

"Steve?"

The blonde is still curled up in a tight ball, trembling from some imaginary cold. Bucky can hear the stifled hiccups and sniffles, a soft whining in the back of his throat. He crawls closer but doesn't touch Steve for fear he'd push away from him again.

"Baby boy, talk to me. What's gotten you so upset?"

Steve shakes his head stubbornly. Then he mutters, "You left me..."

Bucky frowns and shares a confused look with Clint who still looks delirious from being woken up so abruptly. "I'm- I'm right here sweetheart."

"Yeah baby," the archer grunts, voice rough from sleep, "Bucky ain't going nowhere."

Steve shakes his head harder and finally looks at them with a teary glare. His blue eyes are steely and electric as he points an accusatory finger at Bucky.

"Daddy left... said he didn't wanna stay... went back to-" a sob escapes from Steve's mouth and he buries his face in his palms again, whining like a kicked puppy.

"Went back to what baby?"

"Brooklyn... when I was smaller..." Steve mumbles through loud sniffles.

Clint cuts Bucky with a disappointed look as if Bucky could control what Steve dreamed about. Then he leans against the headboard with Steve and wraps the blonde in his arms. Bucky tries not to feel the sting of rejection when Steve willingly accepts Clint's touch.

"Oh come here, sweetpea," he murmurs, giving Steve's temple a smacking kiss that makes him squeak in slight amusement.

Bucky can't help but feel a little bitter at the dream version of himself in Steve's head. Why'd he have to go and ruin things, dammit?

"You know Bucky loves you, right?" Clint asks their boy.

Steve goes suspiciously quiet before nodding twice, face still buried in Clint's bare chest.

"And you know he'd never leave you, right?"

"But-" Steve starts, the feisty little fucker, but Clint gently admonishes his outburst.

"Ah ah, Daddy's talkin'."

Steve bites his lip, eyes big and cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

Clint continues, "It was a nightmare, darlin. Scary? Sure. But real? Nah, Bucky's right here with you and me. Look at em."

Steve slowly pulls himself off of Clint's chest to look at Bucky, who's still looking a bit wary but more concerned than anything. He offers Steve a soft, encouraging smile and stretches out his metal hand on the bed. Steve's immediately drawn to the movement, blinking at the metal appendages thoughtfully. Then his brows furrow and his lips quiver- a telltale sign that he's about to burst into tears again.

Bucky almost pulls away but in an instant, he's got a lap full of a sobbing super soldier whose arms and legs wrap tightly around his body like a clingy spider.

"Thought you wanted to leave me for- ...for when I was tiny," he sniffs sadly.

Bucky absolutely melts and squeezes Steve tighter. "Oh baby doll, you're the same punk I loved all those years ago. Wouldn't make sense going back to the past when I've got you right here."

Steve mumbles something in response but it's all garbled and doesn't make sense. Clint chuckles and fondly pets Steve's downy blonde hair.

"Never gonna happen, sweetness. You're stuck with your Daddies forever."

Steve mutters out a quick, "'kay," and nods his head a couple times as if trying to reassure himself. Then he pouts and says, "Love you," in a small voice, pecking Bucky's lips shyly.

"Aw, you're so sweet, baby doll," Bucky praises, which makes Steve blush like crazy. He ducks his head and grumbles into Bucky's chest, sniffing.

Clint grins, then rolls his eyes. "Alright baby boy, let's get you tucked in to bed."

Bucky arranges Steve off his lap and back in his former sleeping space between himself and Clint. The blonde, clad only in soft lacy underwear and fuzzy blue socks snuggles back into Clint's waiting arms, while Bucky presses their chests together. He wraps his arms around Bucky's middle, while Bucky gently guides Steve's head to rest on his ample bicep. Steve's nose brushes the man's stubble, inhaling his woodsy scent and sighing in absolute comfort of being sandwiched by his Daddies.

"Good night baby," Bucky whispers into his hair, while Clint slips a warm hand past the delicate waistband of Steve's lacy underwear. He carefully avoids Steve's little prick and just rubs his belly in slow, comforting motions.

Steve doesn't have any more nightmares that night.

[luveline]

Omg can we plsss get a Steve summer blurb like I’d be happy with anything I love your Steve sm and he is just sweet golden summer boy

Steve digs his nose against Robins freckled cheekbone and says something you can’t hear. Must’ve been something kind. She goes soft even as she pushes him away from her, citing a need for her personal bubble, Steven.

He loves Robin half to death and she spends most of their time together making fun of him —it’s why you want him, you can be the most embarrassing version of yourself and Steve won’t flinch.

He’s like it with everyone. Dustin has a mustard stain in the corner of his mouth and hair greasy from sweating in the sun and Steve just wipes at him with a groan. Eddie breaks another glass on account of his bad arm and Steve tells him they were shitty anyways. You lay down beside the pool, unmoving, useless company and treasured anyhow, constantly checked on. He’s making his way to you now with Robin’s towel around his shoulders, water from the swimming pool glistening on his tanned neck.

“Baby,” he greets. 

“Hey, killer.” 

He clambers down on your towel, knees bruised from a fierce game of chicken where Eddie insisted he could be the one on the bottom and then promptly fell forwards, dunking the both of them and almost killing Lucas and Max in the process. 

The sounds of the kids arguing floats on the breeze. The sun winds down slowly, gives everything at the pool and clementine glow like watered down paint, but nobody mentions going home. Robin coughs around a cigarette and Eddie offers to roll her her first ever doobie, but she kindly declines. “I’ve been high before,” she says. “It was fun, but I hated throwing up. Steve didn’t even hold my hair back.” 

“Fucking Steve.” 

“Fucking Steve,” you murmur through a smile. He leans down to kiss you, his hair dripping on your chest as he hovers. 

“What’s the matter with you? You’re like a statue today. Not talking, not swimming. You need something to eat or what?” he asks. 

“Need you to take off my bikini bottoms for fucking Steve,” you say calmly. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he laughs, tipping away from you. He hangs his head and his neck beckons, long and pleasing, pleading for a kiss. 

You take a pull of your strawberry and apple juice, sitting up properly, ducking your head. You watch as his neck turns splotchy with blush. Mean, you spread your hand across his stomach. 

“Want to cool off with me in the pool?” you ask. 

Steve gets in with a splash, holds his hand out as you slide in like he’s worried you’ll take a tumble. The water is lukewarm, not immediately cooling until Steve holds your face and dips your head back, and the water feels cold in your hair. 

“That better?” he asks. 

You squint in the sunshine. He’s pretty with a sunshine halo. “We’re cooling you off, not me. I was fine.” 

“I was fine, ‘til you came onto me like an animal.” 

“An animal?” you ask. 

He grins at you. “Am I in trouble?” 

You close your eyes. Steve pinches your nose gently, predicting your dunk under the water before you’ve submerged yourself. For a couple of seconds you stay there, holding your breath, Steve’s hand keeping you from sinking to the bottom where it’s spread against the small of your back.

He lifts you up and kisses you suddenly. You give into him for as long as you can, three or four seconds of breathlessness, pushing him away to gasp against his chin.

“Owed you that one. Robin’s had more kisses today than you,” he says.

“I’ve had more sloppy ones.” 

“That’s what you think.” 

You giggle listlessly —he’s pulling you in, pressing his wet tummy to yours, your chest to his chest but your head held apart. It’s too hot to be close out of the water. This is a good happy-medium. “My smart boy,” you tease lightly, “the pool day has really lifted moral.” 

“Just wanted to see you in your keds.” 

“My swimsuit, you mean.”

“Nah, I like the tennis shoes.” He wipes water from your cheek unthinkingly. It’s honestly hotter than the kiss. 

You use the water to bouy yourself up, wrapping your arms around his neck in a passionate embrace that’s one part dramatics and two parts real. He laughs out loud, bending under your weight as you brush back his hair with your nose to kiss the sweet almond shape of his eye. 

Eddie wolf whistles from the sun loungers. Mike cries indecency. Steve falls back into the water to escape them, taking you with him, tiny bubbles flying in a rush from between your chests. 

[ivystoryweaver]

Distracting Gamer!Steven

wc: 1.7k, reader with female anatomy Content: ignoring, hand job, bit of cockwarming, p in v, creampie

Steven’s latest hyper-focus is gaming. Once he got into it, he discovered he was rather good. He connected with some online buddies and you love that for him.

His online friends aren’t as dismissive as some irl people, when he info dumps for fixates. It’s like they get him, really get him.

Steven worships the ground you walk on. He feels so lucky to have you.

But the obsessive part of his brain locks in when he’s on his headset, chewing on his bottom lip*, concentrating on surviving the particular level he’s trying to conquer.

Sometimes you sit near him, so happy to see him having fun. He always acknowledges you. He even offers to pause the game, if possible, if you need him. He would move heaven and earth for you.

But when he gets really excited, he’ll ask you to please wait a moment. “Almost done, darling.”

That tiny sliver of neglect from your sweet man sends desire pulsing through your body.

Steven has found something he enjoys so much that he’ll ask you to wait. You.

It’s fucking hot.

You’re next to him on the couch, close but not touching him.

Even if you laid your head on his shoulder, he would jostle you with a jerking motion while holding onto his controller.

So you start with his leg, tracing shapes on the top of his thigh with your fingertips. He smiles to himself but keeps his eyes fixed on the screen. 

Your fingers inch higher to the spot where the thick meat of his thigh meets his hip, rubbing more insistently through the soft fabric of his joggers.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he slightly shifts in his seat.

Leaning in, your lips ghost over the skin of his throat as one fingertip sneaks across to tease underneath his balls.

“…fuck,” he mutters, shifting into, instead of away from your touch.

You hear a gamer friend respond with a muddled reply over his headset.

You smile against his neck and cup him, rubbing seductively. You’ve purposely waited until he’s at the most challenging point in the level. After all, you beat it two weeks ago.

Air rushes out of him as his eyes flutter closed.

“Hold on,” he gasps.

“Bro, right now?” Headset friend fires back.

But he was talking to you.

“Wait, I’m almost done,” he mouths to you silently.

The thrill of him putting you off sends lust surging through your body, straight to your center.

You feel him hardening underneath your touch, so you work your hand over his length, nibbling on the cut of his jawline.

He chomps down on his delicious lip, forcing his eyes to stay fixed on the screen as you start to jerk him through his pants.

Pushing up on your knees, you take one side of his headset off the ear closet to you and nibble on his earlobe.

He groans, right into his headset.

“Mate, what the fuck?” His friend asks with a chuckle.

You giggle as Steven tries to mute himself. You stop him, gripping his chin and turning it back to the screen. “Keep playing,” you command, slipping your hand into his pants to touch the velvety hot skin you find there.

Your lips and tongue torture him, breathing hotly on his ear, swirling your tongue inside it, kissing a trail across his cheek to the corner of his mouth. You try to sneak your tongue inside but he jerks his head away.

You bite your lip to keep from moaning,  working your hand over his length faster, pushing your thumb over his leaking tip.

He pretends to keep focusing on the level, eyes glazing over as you whisper nasty things into his ear, too quiet for his headset to pick up.

“oh god,” he whines and you purr in satisfaction. “Oh my god, almost died there,” he tries to cover for those listening in.

You lightly kiss the corner of his mouth again, but this time he can’t resist, letting your tongue slip past his lips to tangle with his own.

He kisses you wildly, tongue rolling over yours for several long, delicious seconds before tearing his mouth away. “Now wait a damn minute,” he scolds you, eyes never meeting yours as he dodges certain death on screen.

He’s making you so hot, all you want to do is jerk down your own pants and give yourself some relief. You want him inside you.

Instead you work your hand faster, leaning over to suck his tip into your mouth.

"Shit," he hisses, finally muting his headset before gripping the nape of your neck. "Can't do that right now, darling, much as I want to. Get up and take off your clothes for me. I'm almost done."

You're so surprised that he's turning down a blow job that you stop and stare at him for a full thirty seconds. You've never been so hot for him, desire drenching your panties, your nipples straining against the fabric of your bra.

Your mouth goes dry as he unmutes his headset, never misses a beat in his game and leaves his fully erect cock the way it is, leaking and hard.

Slowly you stand slightly off to the side of his view, as to not block the screen. You push your pants down, but he doesn't even flinch. Next you cross your arms and pull your shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

Your bra and panties are simple, but they match and they're cute.

Still nothing. He's engrossed.

A whine escapes your lips as you turn around, pushing your panties down over your hips, giving your ass a little wiggle as they drop to your ankles. You bend over to remove them from your feet, but all you get from Steven is a sharp intake of breath.

Still facing away from him, you unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders. Turning back around you cross your arms over yourself, holding the front of your bra in place. You inch toward the screen, to partially block his view, but he shakes his head, nodding for you to move back to where you were.

With an impatient, almost desperate sigh, you let the bra drop to the floor. You cup your breasts, squeezing them together as you pinch your nipples.

Steven loves your tits and you're sure this will get his attention. You even step closer but he doesn't even bat an eyelash.

Your slick dribbles down your thigh, and you're unable to remember the last time you were so turned on.

Steven's about to beat the level, and you feel as if you could come if he even touches you.

He waits until he's victorious, pumping his fist in a way that resembles something Marc would do, but just when you think you'll have his undivided attention, he starts the next level, conversing with his friends online as if you aren't even there.

You're about to drop to your knees and suck him off, just to see him lose some shred of control, but he glances up at you with a wry smile and pats his lap.

Slowly, you ease forward and down, ready to straddle his leg. Maybe you can at least ride his thick thigh and get yourself off.

But as you settle in, he whispers on your ear. "Sit on it. And be still."

Chomping on your lip, you fight back a moan, shifting your hips until you line yourself up with his tip. After a moment of hesitation, you sink down, gasping loudly as he stretches and fills you.

Rocking your hips, you start to fuck him, finally feeling a second of relief before he orders you to stop.

You whimper, rebelliously riding him for a few more delicious thrusts before he glares at you. "Stop it."

You moan, your walls fluttering desperately around his cock. Submissively, you lay your head against his chest, curling your body around his.

Steven’s never acted like this before. He’s never told you what to do or given you anything but his utter devotion, his whole heart and undivided attention.

“There you go,” he says darkly, and you can hear his friend on the headset reply, assuming he’s talking about their progress in the game.

You can’t concentrate on anything but Steven, from the smell of his neck to the pulsing of his thick cock inside you. The warmth of his chest against yours through the thin cotton of his t-shirt…the vibration of his voice as he talks on his headset.

Your breath comes in heated puffs on his neck as you keep yourself still, desire surging through your body like a powerful drug, compelling you to remain motionless a little longer. Still, you can’t help but shift your weight slightly every few minutes.

Without realizing it, you moan against his throat every time you shift, and in return, Steven loses his train of thought and rocks his hips into you by only a fraction.

As soon as your brain registers it, however, you start to subtly grind against him, half expecting him to order you to stop. But he meets your thrusting with controlled movements of his own.

You keep taunting one another back and forth until you’re slowly fucking.

It feels so good. You know you’re close. You reach for his face, touching it tenderly before brushing your mouth over his. He kisses your lips softly, then shakes his head, but you don’t let him go far. You knock his headset off and kiss a trail to his ear.

“Fuck me, Steven,” you pant and start riding him vigorously.

The controller drops from his hand to the floor with a thud as he grips your hips, pulling you down hard as he fucks up into you, lips seeking out your own.

Finally feeling all of his attention on you, his cock touching you so deep inside, his tongue in your mouth, his breath on your lips, you come fast and hard, your body seizing in euphoric pleasure. Your pace slows, but he’s not done yet.

His patience has run out and he doesn't stop fucking you hard until he finishes, filling you so full it dribbles down both of your thighs. You're panting and smiling and kissing each other, having so much fun.

But this time, he forgot to mute.

steven masterlist | moon knight masterlist | main masterlist

*This lip chewing moment came straight from @silvernight-m's amazing gamer!steven art! I don't think it's posted here on tumblr yet but stay tuned. Believe it or not, I started this story before I saw the art, but it's so amazing, it sent my mind into overdrive and I just had to add that visual detail into the story.

[konigofmyheart]

long way down

MDNI .ᐟ

you sent risky pictures to your ex, but könig found them instead…

implied age gap, references to manipulation (on ex’s side), virgin fem!reader, suggestive!

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

könig groaned, pausing to rub his back as he bent to pick up an envelope right outside his office door, that pesky twinge in his right side reappearing due to having been sat in his office all day, sorting through piles of paperwork. he’d have complained about whoever was on mail duty, except… this letter clearly wasn’t for him. it was face down, its contents poking out: a pretty pink paper and a couple of polaroids?? the only letters he received were bills or work related.

maybe he shouldn’t have, but he took a peek at the pictures, and gott im himmel, they took his breath away. there you are, captured in film, soft shy smiles and silk and lace, such delicate looking lingerie hugging your curves…

he quickly shoves the pictures back in the envelope as his pants get uncomfortably tight, his face warming. say what you will about him, but he’s only human! he unfolds the letter, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips at the cute stationary and lip stick prints at the bottom of the page. without even reading a word he can tell you must really care for this guy, or else you wouldn’t have put that much effort into this letter. what he wouldn’t give to receive even a fraction of this attention, and here’s someone being so careless with gold like this!

könig slides the letter in the envelope, checking the front. stevens??? lucky bastard, he thinks as he heads to the barracks, begrudgingly intending to reunite it with the rightful owner. you’re a cute girl, you wouldn’t want some old dog salivating over your photos, right? plus, stevens isn’t that bad, a wide eyed recruit as könig himself once was, maybe he accidentally dropped this and has been searching for it frantically. turning into the barracks, he hears loud voices and barks of laughter coming from the rec room, and sure enough, there’s stevens playing a game of cards with three other rookies. they’ve got a fair amount of beer bottles stacked to the side, the losing rookie seemingly having emptied more than the others. they make to stand when their colonel enters the room, though a quick wave from könig has them relaxing back into their seats, breathing sighs of relief.

“stevens, you must have dropped this” he says, holding out your letter, happy to almost be done with his good deed of the month. imagine his surprise when stevens shares a look with his friends before responding with a flippant, slurred “ ‘m sorry about that, sir, i meant to throw that rubbish away… ‘s nothing important”, unsteadily rising to his feet and reaching for the envelope. “in that case, i’ll toss it for you. carry on with your game, men,” könig says between gritted teeth, dismissively clapping stevens on the shoulder, hard enough to make him plop back down on the chair with a grunt, before heading out.

how could stevens not care about such a gift?? unless könig got the wrong read on you… he briskly walked to his private quarters, kicking off his boots at the door and hanging his mask on the wall before settling on his bed. he plucked your letter out, opting to leave the dangerously tempting polaroids in the envelope to keep a clear head. slipping on his reading glasses, he began to read your neat script:

“happy valentine’s day, benji,

i’m really hoping this’ll arrive close enough to valentine’s day or else it’ll just be weird… look, i know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but i’m really sorry. i shouldn’t have made such a big deal about you sleeping with rebeca. i now see that you’re entirely right: it was my fault for not being mature enough for you. you have needs, and you couldn’t help it if i wasn’t there to tend to those needs. i’ve thought a lot about it, and i’ve made up my mind. i’m ready to prove my love to you. i’m still nervous, but like you said, you’re a man, and you need more than just hand holding and boring kisses, and it is getting pretty embarrassing to still be a virgin in my mid 20’s… it’s about time, i just had to realize that. i hope you like the pictures i included. i felt kinda ridiculous taking them, but i wanted to to show you just how serious i am about you, and for you to see what i bought to wear for you when you come home, as your late valentine’s day gift… would you please unblock me? i miss your voice a lot… at least text me? i can’t wait to see you again, if you’ll still have me.

p.s. will you be my valentine? please? <3

p.p.s. in case you lost it, my number is-”

and there, printed clearly, is your number. now könig’s getting the full picture. you’re a sweet girl, far too good for an arschloch like stevens and his manipulations. könig feels such anger to find out that jackass filled your head with such nonsense, pressuring you like some desperate teenager, making you feel insecure and guilty like that. stevens is definitely getting picked for every one of könig’s hand to hand demonstrations, no doubt about it. könig would give anything to have someone like you, and he’s willing to do so, to treat you right, as a lovely thing like you deserves. he takes a deep breath, dialing your number and setting with his back against the wall as the line trills. how he’ll convince you to give him a chance, he doesn’t know, but he does know he’ll do whatever it takes...

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

part 2

[luvjaeeee]

warnings : unprotected pnv (don’t do or do who am i to say), creampie, cheating. lmk if i missed any !

you knew it was wrong

cheating on your boyfriend with chris but you couldn’t help it . he did everything your boyfriend couldn’t which is why you were here , at chris’ house face smushed into his pillow with even stevens serving as background noise

“ he fuck you like this ? “ chris growls as he grabs a fistful of your hair pulling your sweaty back to meet his chest fucking you impossibly faster. your mouth drops allowing filthy whimpers to tumble out making chris’ chest fill with pride knowing he’s the only one who could make you feel like this.

“ i think we should show your little boyfriend how much of a slut you really are for me hm ?“ chris says letting your body fall forward grabbing your phone off the nightstand sliding over to record the both of you. he angles the camera so it can record where the two of you are connected, your slick glistening on camera due to the flash.

“ shit she’s drooling baby “ chris breathes out pulling out so the camera can see all your arousal. he catches the few drops that slide down your thighs onto the sheets below you two. he watches in awe as he runs his tip through your puffy folds eliciting a soft whine from you. he lines his tip up with your entrance pushing in slowly making sure the camera catches the way your cunt eagerly accepts his length, what the camera doesn’t catch is the breathy moan you let out into the pillow as he bottoms out into you. chris chuckles pulling your head back using your hair. “ what was that baby ? “ he asks rhetorically pulling all the way out and pushing back in harder this time making you belt out a louder moan.

he smirks keeping his rough pace making sure the camera catches all of your filthy moans. he moves the phone to be propped on the nightstand making sure the act was being filmed at the right angles. “ alright pretty girl , let’s show him what you can really do “ he whispers into your ear then placing a kiss under it before straightening up and plowing into you repeatedly. “ chris “ you whimper gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white. “ say it again , they can’t hear who’s making you feel this good “ he smirks fixing your arch so you could take him deeper. you let out a wrecked moan of his name again louder this time as his tip repeatedly kisses your cervix. he glances up at the camera to catch your fucked out face and the way your body jerks ever so slightly every time his tip makes contact with that spot.

“ chris , i’m- i- fuck “ you whine , your walls clenching around him. “ shit “ he moans snaking his arm around your waist to rub your clit. your body starts to tremble in his hold as you dig your nails into his forearm as you let go all over his length. his pace never falters as he rides you through your high. your moans turning into fucked out whimpers as he chases his release. “ i know , i know “ chris whispers against your ear placing light kisses on your neck and jaw his thrusts beginning to become sloppier. you let out a loud whine as you feel chris release his load inside you.

“ fuck “ he groans slowly pulling out his cum following after. chris leans over grabbing your phone showing the video yours and his release mixing together slowly leaking out of your fucked out cunt. he licks his lips bringing his fingers swirling it pushing it back into you making you whimper. “ sorry baby “ he mumbles entranced by the sight in front of him. he pulls his fingers out showing the camera and ending the video.

“ you okay ? “ he asks gently flipping you over slowly sliding his cum covered fingers into your mouth. you nod sucking y’all’s mixed release off of his fingers making him smirk.

“ good “ he replies to your nod laying next to you pulling you on top of him lulling you to sleep as he takes your phone sending him and your boyfriend the video you two had just recorded.

chase 🩷

hey man , i got something to tell you

attachment : one video

i’m fucking your girl ;)

a/n : first fic so i’m kinda nervy but lmk what you think :) & a super big thank you to @ariestrxsh for reading this for me <3

divider by : @bernardsbendystraws

[nocturnewidow]

hi again! its the same person who asked about pet names <3

I absolutely love your account and your writing, so if you don’t mind i’m going to have an emoji at the bottom of my requests because i’m planning on sticking around! ^_^

anyways- I always love when people write headcanons where it’s like how they sleep (movement, snoring, ect) so i’d love if you’d write something like that for the moonboys.

thank you!

-🐞

How the moonboys sleep (with you!).𖥔 ݁ ˖

+ pet names & sleepy habits headcanons

requested by the sweetest returning anon with the emoji tag!! welcome back, love!!

steven grant⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★

“love” / “sweetheart” / “darling”

Sleeps like a princess,, If you try to wiggle in, he’ll instinctively wrap you up with him in all the warm blankets

Talks in his sleep usually about random museum facts, book plot points, or mumbled “I love you”s that make your heart melt at 3 a.m.

He’s a cuddler through and through. Will absolutely wake up and panic if you’re not in bed, even if you just went to the bathroom.

Soft snores,, Sometimes you have to poke him to make sure he’s still alive because it’s that soft.

Can’t fall asleep unless you’re there. He gets fidgety without your weight beside him, muttering, “Where’s my girl, then?”

marc spector˖ ࣪⭑

“babe” / “doll” / “baby”

Sleeps flat on his back like a soldier. Arms crossed or straight down like he’s ready to bolt if needed.

Has trouble sleeping through the night,, when he does sleep, it’s deep, but you’ll sometimes wake to find him sitting on the edge of the bed just staring into the dark.

If you roll onto his chest, it calms him down instantly. He’ll instinctively wrap an arm around you and mumble, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Doesn’t snore, but he clenches his jaw in his sleep. You’ll sometimes have to massage it softly to ease him out of nightmares.

His version of cuddling is possessive. A hand on your hip. A leg slung over yours. A protective weight that says mine even in sleep.

jake lockley. ݁₊ ⊹

“mi vida” / “corazón” / “nena”

Sleeps on his side, one arm under the pillow, the other firmly wrapped around your waist. If you try to move? Good luck.

He does snore but it’s low and rhythmic, almost like a purring engine. You get used to it fast.

Warmest body of the three. He radiates heat like a human furnace. Perfect in winter, but in summer its baadd.

Will not admit it, but he loves when you sleep in his shirts. Wakes up in the middle of the night just to pull you closer and whisper “so pretty for me.”

He kisses your shoulder in his sleep without even waking up. It’s muscle memory. Instinct. A sleepy little claim.

[opcnhighwaymind]

you belong with me;

Bucky couldn’t help but to moan into the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of Steve’s warm hands against his skin. He licked and sucked against the male’s bottom lip, nipping at the soft skin before allowing Steve to guide him up the mattress. Being teased had him groaning out softly, pressing himself down against the other’s fingers. “Please, Stevie. Wanna feel you.” He whimpered out a bit, still trying to be pretty quiet so he didn’t wake Alpine up

@steven-g-rogers

[hiraizyo]

shall we look at the moon?

pairing: megan skiendiel x female reader

synopsis: in the days leading up to the anniversary of your death, megan spirals in the worst way. she swears she has dealt with her grief, but how can she move on when even in death your presence is constant?

tags: ghost!yn. heavy angst. hurt/comfort. major character death. implied drowning as cause of death. themes of grief. flashbacks / dreams in italics.

a/n: tried experimenting with writing such a heavy topic, despite never having dealt with grief in my life. my poor bby megs :( i’m so sorry y’all, i’ll write fluff for her soon <333 also i’ll try nd attempt continuing the fake dating megan series 🤞this is longer than most fics i write, so get comfy 💞💞

[tuesday, 10:46pm]

the shower water is cold against megan’s skin.

she clenches her hand around nothing, tightening her hand into a fist. her pruned skin rubs against itself. its an odd sensation, and usually she’d stop immediately, but she does it for now. she does it for herself—anything to help her feel.

the icy water is supposed to shock her awake, give a jolt to her system, but it seems like no use. her chest still feels weighed down, her body empty, her mind numb.

megan reaches for the soap. she scrubs away, hard and unrelenting. she’s cleaned herself about three times now, but still—she scrubs and scrubs and scrubs.

megan isn’t sure what exactly she’s washing away, the filthy sweat from practice, or the ghostly grip you had on her soul.

it seems, even in death, you haunt her.

“fuck,” megan hisses as the soap slips from her hands. she reaches down to pick it up, but it slips from her hands again. she tried once more. for a third time, the soap slides out her grasp.

usually, megan would laugh.

normally, she’d smile and find the scene oddly comical.

instead, megan scoffs under her breath, angry. stupid, fuck ass soap! this is why lara shouldn’t buy their toiletry products! whether she’s angry at the soap itself, lara, or at herself, she isn’t sure.

but soon, that hot, burning anger she feels turns into an ache that has a vice grip on her heart.

megan breathes.

her body stills, she waits.

waiting for a crash out feels like watching paint dry, it feels like the calm before the storm. megan knows she deserves this, needs it. she’d fought long and hard the entire day to keep the tears at bay.

god, today absolutely sucked.

the wait doesn’t last long. tears brim the bottom of her eyelids, threatening to drop. the first few that fall mix with the water, until eventually, she isn’t sure what streams down her face— the salty tears or the freezing water.

they’re both the same to her, anyways.

the first sob that escapes her is quiet, as if she’s testing the waters. as if she needs to make sure no one in the house could hear her agonizing cries.

the second sob is louder, heavier. it wracks through her whole body like a piercing stab. it knocks her down, till her knees buckle and her body falls back. she leans against the shower wall, cold water still running.

the third sob feels like a punch to the gut. her breathing labored, her lungs feels like they’ve been cut through. her supply of oxygen is lacking, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

between her choked weeping, the stinging water, the tears that now burn her eyes, megan hasn’t noticed anything happening around her, until the water stops. only droplets now remain, falling from the shower facet.

a towel is placed over her shoulder, the material soft against her skin.

megan doesn’t notice the voice whispering against her ears, she doesn’t care either. everything is too much—the feelings, her clouded mind, her trembling hands. she grips onto whoever is holding her, grounding herself.

and soon, when megan’s eyes open, the tears now gone and her vision clear, she sees your ghost-like figure standing in the corner of the bathroom. you’re watching her solemnly, a pained look on your face. your hand twitches at your side, itching to reach out to her.

she watches you, silently.

her heart breaks all over again.

sophia pulls her tightly against her, kissing megan’s temple, and tightens the towel around her younger band member. she holds her, grip unrelenting, letting her know she wasn’t alone. and she doesn’t let go until megan’s exhausted herself, passing out in sophia’s arms.

that night, megan’s sobs rattle the walls of the house. it haunts each member, an indefinite scar embedded deep in their lives.

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[wednesday, 11:04am]

for megan, the day starts with peeling the blanket off her body. a simple task, and yet she feels it takes a strenuous amount of effort.

today is a break in the kats’ schedule. grateful for having to do no work, megan takes slow steps as she exits the room. lara is nowhere to be seen. she isn’t in their room, isn’t in the bathroom. megan checks each room of her members. first, she finds yoonchae asleep. then, much like lara, sophia isn’t there either. finally, she discovers manon and daniela’s room is equally as vacant.

she trudges along the hallway of the house. its quiet, oddly quiet. the silence is so deafening to megan, her thoughts scream louder in return.

“morning,” a voice startles her.

megan looks up. she sees daniela, who’s sitting comfortably on the couch. a blanket covers her legs, an opened book perched in her lap.

megan waves, small and timidly.

before daniela can say anything else, megan mumbles an “i’m okay” in her direction. she hopes it’s enough for her member to not worry, hopes that it’ll put daniela’s mind at ease after last night.

daniela watches as megan smiles at her. its unconvincing, doesn’t reach her eyes. like megan is a moment away from another breakdown. the younger member walks on, and daniela continues to follow her with her gaze. megan looks lost, like she’s floating miles away.

daniela sighs, shoots a quick text to sophia.

megan makes quick work of preparing a cup of her coffee. she almost burns herself when pouring the hot water, and yet, it doesn’t sting as much as when she hears your voice.

“you should talk to one of them.” you tell her, voice low and quiet.

megan stirs the spoon in the cup. “i told dani i’m fine, because i am. okay, yn?” her words have a harsh bite.

“you don’t seem like it. i know you aren’t alright, megs.” you respond as delicately as you can, eyebrows creased together.

you’d been in this position before—watching megan carry on as if her world wasn’t crumpling around her. you had to admit though, she does a pretty good job at avoiding such a difficult situation.

“jesus—i’m fine.” she tells you, her tone leaving no room for discussion. and finally, she looks up at you. your transparent-like figure greets her, and megan feels her body run cold.

you swallow down another reply, opting to stay silent.

you can tell her seeing you like this brings an unimaginable amount of pain. it stings in your own chest, like your soul was tethered to hers, even if your heart no longer beats.

megan’s hands shake. she drops the spoon, and it clatters along the kitchen counter, echoing around the room.

she lets out a shuttered breath.

“i’m sorry, yn, i— i don’t mean to push you away.”

she watches as you nod, soundlessly. your fingers dance around each other, holding onto your own so that you ignore the itch to reach for megan’s. even if you did reach for her, you’d never be able to feel her in any case.

“i want to talk about it, i do. but i can’t find the words. i only have this hollowing feeling, like a void is in me, and everywhere around my body.”

megan inhales a sharp breath and turns away, back facing you. her coffee she made leaves her mind as she walks away from the kitchen and back to her room, once again catching the attention of a concerned daniela.

the room is cold. megan leans against the door and thumps the back of her head on it, biting down on her lip so hard she draws blood. she walks over to her bed a moment later, and falls into it. the comforter feels itchy against her skin.

megan doesn’t have to look up to know you’d followed her back to the room. she feels your presence, permanently there.

back in the lounge, daniela listens to the door shutting.

she doesn’t follow immediately. instead, she waits. quietly and carefully.

dani gives her the time, the space. she understands it’s what megan needs the most, what megan has stressed to her members countless times before. but this isn’t just giving her space, this is her letting megan drift further away, so far that daniela fears none of the members would be able to pull her back.

she stands from couch, slow and deliberate. her footsteps are light against the floor as she makes her way to megan and lara’s shared room.

she knocks once, no answer.

when daniela opens the door seconds later, she finds megan kneeling on the floor, her body slumped against the side of her bed. her arm is wrapped around her waist tightly, holding herself. daniela comes closer, kneels down along with her and places a tentative hand against megan’s shoulder.

“‘m f-fine.” megan whispers, but her voice is caught in her throat and she looks as if breathing alone hurts her.

“you don’t have to pretend, megs.” daniela tells her, gently coaxing megan into letting her in. “i know it’s hard, it’s a difficult time. but you don’t have to go through it alone.”

at her words, megan crumbles.

the dam breaks, the pressure too much. megan’s sob is loud and raw, the grief clawing at her chest finally rips free. its ugly, intense, harsh.

megan collapses in daniela’s arm. the latina catches her immediately, leans megan’s head in the crook of her neck. she doesn’t care that the younger wets her skin and t-shirt, doesn’t care that megan’s nails digging in her side is hurtful. she simply holds her, keeping megan up as the grief knocks her down.

time moves strangely in that moment.

neither daniela nor megan is sure how long they sat on the floor. daniela is certain her knees were bruised by now, but still, she rubs a hand up and down megan’s back—until her sobs turn into quiet whimpers, until her breathing evens out.

megan sighs, “thanks.. for being here.”

“always.” daniela locks her hands with megan’s, squeezing it gently.

megan tightens her grip. dani doesn’t let go.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[thursday, 05:37pm]

the afternoon sun pans through the house, warming each and every corner. it’s a pleasant summer day, and the streaks of golden sunlight sets megan in a much better mood.

she’d spent the day lounging around, catching up on some episodes she’d missed over the busy weeks of katseye’s newest comeback. getting into a change of clothes, playing some games, listening to her favorite artists—anything to make her feel better and release her from this slump. you watched from the sidelines the entire day, glad she was taking a step in the right direction.

earlier, she noticed the messy heap of clothes thrown around her room, and the equally messy space in her closet. so, she decided she’d clean.

the sight that greets lara when she enters their room is her roommate, on the floor, folding some t-shirts and stacking them atop on another. she also sees there’s already two shelves thats been rearranged and organized, a small smile gracing her features.

“i take it you’re feeling better.” she says, smoothly crossing the room and flops onto her bed.

megan looks at the girl over her shoulder. “yeah, a little.” she nods, and continues folding some tops. she packs the finished pile onto the shelf, and begins folding again, starting another pile.

lara tilts her head to the side, “that’s good.”

the look in her eyes is less pity and more one of empathy, her gaze burning into megan’s. it makes the younger’s chest hurt, having seen this look for three days now. she tears her eyes away from lara and swallows down a lump in her throat.

they continue to sit in silence, being in one another’s presence as they each do their own thing.

when megan’s finished up with organizing her shelves, she stands up and moves over to open the other closet doors. hoodies and jackets laying on her bed await her, needing to be hung in the closet. she makes it through a couple, before she catches sight of one particular jacket—yours.

her hands become taut around the fabric.

megan’s stilled movements are caught in lara’s peripheral vision. she looks up, studying the chinese girl. her eyes were unblinking, like she’d been frozen in time.

lara doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t speak.

megan didn’t mean for the words to fall out, but when they do, they’re heavy with a kind of sadness that could break a person.

“she used to wear this all the time.”

lara looks at the jacket. it’s a beige color, and she can tells its old from the way the zipper is almost breaking away from the interlocking teeth.

“i mean, it’s cute. i can see why she’d always wear it.” lara replies, without any hesitancy, as if it was a normal interaction between the two.

you’re watching them from megan’s bed, sitting against the pillows. “tell her it was my favorite.” your smile was crooked, some humor in your tone.

“it was her favorite, y’know.” megan repeats, quickly looking up at you. the smile she sees in your face lights a fire in her. it’d been a while since either of you had smiled.

“i’d love to hear more about some of her other favorite things,” lara told her band member. quickly, she adds, “some day.”

her words have you gasping, looking at megan with excitement in your eyes. “ooh! you’ve got to tell her about my favorite spot back home! and also, my favorite movie, it’s a classic. my favorite band —mh, what else?— don’t forget my favorite marvel character!”

megan lets out a quick breath. this was all too much. too many feelings, voices, thoughts. she hears your words, but she isn’t taking them in. instead, her mind is far away, the jacket having unlocked a memory she hadn’t thought of in years.

you’d been sitting in megan’s room for quite some time now. an was an episode of spongebob was playing on her laptop, but she hadn’t been paying much attention.

megan tapped her fingers against her thigh, visibly bored and tired of binging cartoons. she looked at you, chuckling at the way you’re engrossed in the show. she sighed.

“let’s go out!” she yelled, quickly getting off her bed and walking around to get a pair of shoes.

“what? megs, it’s almost eleven p.m.” you replied, looking between her and the laptop.

“so?” she shrugged, tying her laces.

you furrowed your eyebrows, pausing the show and sitting up straighter. “what could we possibly do this late at night?”

“go to a park? get some food?” she offered, grabbing that beige jacket out her closet and throwing it on the bed. “i don’t know! but i’m bored and i fear i have a case of cabin fever.”

you laughed, shaking your head at her. “alright.”

following in her footsteps, you got off the bed and slipped on your shoes. when you were done, you turned around and that’s when you noticed the jacket megan chucked out the closet.

“hey, wait! is this mine?” you asked, looking up at megan while holding the jacket in your hands. the girl turned away sheepishly. “i’ve been looking for this for weeks!”

your mouth hung open in shock, thinking you’d lost the jacket somewhere at school. meanwhile, it’d been in megan’s closet this entire time.

“you had it all this time, you… you thief!”

megan’s already out her bedroom by the time she answered you, giggling to herself. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

later that night, while you two sat in the park and the chilly air whipped past you, megan shivered. she tried to hide it, but you noticed anyway. you’d unzipped your jacket, and even though she protested, claiming you’d catch a cold, you easily slipped it in her, making quick work of zipping up the jacket and gave her your signature smile.

“there, heat up. your nose is all red from the cold.” a scowl was present on your face, but the anger wasn’t serious in anyway. “looks better on you.” you proclaimed.

you stare lingered, warmth in your eyes. it was a look that megan had seen many times, a look that managed to say i love you without ever uttering the words.

a hand on her shoulder pulls her back, firm. stable. grounding.

it isn’t lara’s voice that reaches her ears. instead, it’s yours. you’d gotten off the bed, now standing beside megan. “hey, megs..” she can feel your gaze boring into the side of her head. it stings. she looks away, but your eyes never leave her.

she blinks, not even realizing the little tears that managed to gather in her eyes. megan sniffles, coughs lightly, and places her hand over lara’s. it’s a small gesture, a thank you, her way of saying that she’s grateful lara is here with her.

“i’m sorry,” megan whispers. “i was just— i remembered something.”

lara doesn’t say anything at first. she takes the jacket out megan’s hands, places it back on the bed and sits down. she gently tugs megan to sit with her, and when her body hits the mattress, she feels the weight of everything.

“god, i miss her so much.” megan’s voice is thick with emotion. “i wish i could go back, spend more time with her. tell her how happy she makes me, that i love her. that she’ll always be my best friend.”

lara listens attentively, rubbing a hand over her roommate’s back.

by now, you’ve stepped back. far back into the corner. her words hit you like a punch to the face. she could still tell you this, still talk to you. why had she felt the need to go back?

“those memories, though it hurts to remember, they’re the kindest ones. warm and comforting. hold them close to you, she’d want you to remember the good times.”

megan closes her eyes.

she thought the grief had been over, but now, sitting there, she felt as if this was a wound she’d never heal from.

this torment, agony, it took up space. space she didn’t have room for.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[friday, 04:20am]

it was late and dark, the air chilly.

there was a large commotion that rang through the streets of megan’s childhood home. she had heard them from outside through her bedroom windows, frowning lightly.

megan looked out her window across the street. your undrawn curtains greeted her, giving her a clear view of your bedroom. the light was off, the room vacant and had no sign of you. she slowly searched for her phone in her bed, wondering where you were at this time of night.

maybe you were in the bathroom? perhaps doing your nightly routine. but megan knew you well, she knew you’d always leave your room light on when getting ready for bed.

she typed out a message, hitting send.

she watched as the message delivered. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to wait on a response from you, but something gnawed at her chest, an unsettling feeling that raised her anxiety.

megan tapped on your contact to call you, the ringing loud as she held her phone against her ear. the sounds of blaring sirens distracted her for a moment and she looked away from your bedroom window.

the call went to voicemail, so megan tried again.

that dread she felt settled deeper in her chest. she rose from her bed and walked out the bedroom door, phone still tight in her grip.

when megan reached the living room, she noticed the front door was open. her brother was out for the night, so the only person to have opened the door would be her mom, but why?

her heart began to race. another unanswered call from you.

megan stepped out the door, trudging slowly. down the road, she saw flashing blue and red lights. people gathered on their front lawns, looking out in curiosity.

what the hell was happening?

megan tapped her phone to call you again. this time, she prayed for you to pick up. she thought maybe you would have the answer as to why the neighborhood was so invested in something that clearly didn’t concern them. you always kept up with street gossip, surely you would know why everyone was rattled and out their homes.

she wasn’t sure when she began to walk out into the street, but soon her legs were carrying her to the end of the road. a large group of people stood around, she tapped on a random person’s shoulder to ask them what this was all about, but the person merely shook their head and sighed.

megan quickly spotted her mom and hastily made her way over, eyes frantic. “what’s going on?” she asked. her mom looked at her with deep sorrow, and megan felt terror struck her heart.

her mom eyes were wet with unshed tears. “it’s late dear, go back home. we’ll talk in the morning.”

“talk in the morning? about what?” megan questioned, a frown present. she looked over the crowd of people. “yn isn’t answering any of my calls, and i don’t know where she is.”

“oh, megan…” her mom shakily breathed out.

she peered at megan with something that the chinese couldn’t decipher. was it pity, or was it sympathy? and why was her mom a second away from breaking out into tears?

megan’s head whirled around. she pushed past the people, ignoring the calling of her name. it was difficult to shove through the crowd, but she managed until she reached the front. she let out a huff of air. policemen stood there, trying to assist the crowd. one lightly pushed on her shoulder, his gaze stern.

“miss, you need to step back.” he told her, and megan shoved his arm away. she didn’t mean to be so rough, but no one was telling her anything, and her anxiety was slowly creeping up on her.

“i’m looking for my friend, i need to—”

“this is a private matter. for your safety, please, i need you to step back.” he said calmly, despite the glaring look megan was giving him.

she swallowed down her frustration, nodded silently, and once his attention was elsewhere, megan moved along the barricades that were set up, trying to get closer to the ambulance van that seemed to entrance everyone.

she still had yet to find you.

as she weaved past the people, megan could feel her body go cold. she wasn’t sure if it was from the cool air of the night, or the worrying feeling that seemed to grip onto her, but something was wrong.

a body was laid out on a stretcher, white sheet covering the person. she watched as a medical team rolled the stretcher towards the ambulance as quickly as they could.

then, she saw it.

the hand that hung off the side of the stretcher looked strangely familiar. megan knew every part of you, even your hands. hands that she’s held in her own, hands that caressed her face with such gentleness, hands that she’s kissed over the years from scratches of accidentally hurting yourself.

megan refused to believe it. this person wasn’t you. this person was dead, and you were alive, somewhere out in the world, alive and breathing, and certainly not the one being rolled up the ramp of the ambulance.

it couldn’t have been you. no, megan refused to let such thoughts be thrown around in her head. it was purely coincidence that tonight was the one time she couldn’t get hold of you.

it wasn’t you, right?

her breathing quickened. that dreading feeling she fought so hard to keep at bay seemed to crack through the surface.

megan pushed away the barricade, the object scraping against the road caught the attention of some of the working officers as one made their way over to her. she moved swiftly towards the van, tears beginning to gather in her eyes.

“no, no…” she mumbled, not even realizing the approaching officer. “no! god, please don’t let it be her.” a force pushed her back as an officer tried to hold her down.

“miss, you need to calm down.”

megan looked at him in scrutiny, eyes squinting together as she tried to focus her blurry vision. she vigorously fought against his hold. his voice had an authoritative tone as he spewed out words that flew past megan’s ears. a ringing echoed in her ears, disconnecting her from everything around her. her body weakened, muscles going limp as she let out a wail.

“hey, no! i need to get through. it can’t— it can’t be yn, not my yn!”

she gasped out, pushing hard against the arms that engulfed her. her throat felt dry, her mind had no other thoughts but to get to closer. she struggled, but ultimately the strength of the man overpowered her.

all the panic she felt denied her the truth, but as she looked around, she saw your mom, weeping into the arms of your dad.

time seemed to stop in that moment.

she knew then, it was you. she felt it deep inside, like her soul had been ripped from yours, like someone had teared her apart.

“YN, NO—!”

megan jolts awake with a pant, her body and clothes drenched in sweat.

her legs are tangled in the sheets, the blanket half off the bed. the room is dark, and eerily silent. she sits up, pressing a hand on her chest as she breathes deep to calm her racing heart. the chinese looks to the side to see lara laying soundlessly asleep in her own bed, unaware of the torturous dream that her roommate had just endured.

megan blinks away remaining sleep in her eyes, running a hand through her damp hair. there’s some difficulty in trying to see in the unlit room, but she manages as she slowly peels the sheet off her and gets out of bed. she saunters out the door, moving about the quiet dorm towards the kitchen.

she’s in desperate need of water, gulping it down as if she’s been deprived of it her whole life. water droplets fall down her chin and neck as she drinks messily, breathing heavy and quick through her nose. she closes her eyes to calm herself once again, but all she could see behind her eyelids was the remains of her dream.

“it happened again, didn’t it?”

megan jumps, startled. she places the glass down and looks to her right, head titling up as she stares at your ghostly figure sitting atop the counter. you’re almost transparent, a mix of white and grey glow surrounding you.

she sighs, “yeah.”

“how many times is that now this week?” you ask, frowning at her in concern.

megan shrugs lazily and walks to the sink to place the glass there. “i don’t know. i stopped keeping track.”

you don’t reply as you observe her. megan’s hands are clenched at her side, the skin of her knuckles turning white. her body is hunched over, shoulder blades peeking through the back of the t-shirt that clings to her body. she raises her hands to grip onto the edge of the counter for some form of stability, letting out a shuttered breath and swallows the swell in her throat.

“have you spoken to your mom?” your voice rings through the air, tapping your finger against your hand.

“what’s with all the questions?”

ignoring her, you continue to talk on. “you should call her. the one year mark is coming up since…” you pause, a deep sigh leaving one you realize your words. “since the night it happened.”

megan shuts her eyes. “stop talking, please.”

“okay.” you mumble somberly, averting your gaze to the floor.

guilt begins to flood in your veins. the last thing you want is to upset her further, but as you look over her, you can tell she’s barely hanging on and all you crave is to comfort her.

megan turns back around to face you, though her eyes are trained on the floor. she took in another deep breath, and walks off. she finds herself in the living room, switching on the tv in hopes to distract her mind. silently, your ghostly body follows after her.

you aren’t sure how exactly any of this was possible. to be able to still be with her, that is.

you’d returned to her three days after your death, a week before the funeral. megan rememberers how she was lying in bed, eyes to the ceiling as she pat her hoodie sleeve against her cheeks to dry them. she’d been crying nonstop. she recalled how she let out a shriek at the sight of you sitting atop her desk, as if your body hadn’t been dragged out before her eyes days prior.

at first, she thought she’d gone crazy. how the hell were you still here?

she assumed it had to be her grief stricken mind, struggling to cope with the quick and sudden loss of her best friend. but time passed on, and you stayed with her. it was difficult and a little weird at first, because how was megan supposed to explain that she could still see you? how was she supposed to answer her mom’s questions of dealing with your death when you would be sat right beside her?

it’s a weird phenomenon that to this day neither you or megan would be able to explain. still, you’re glad to be around, even if megan grew older and you were stuck at seventeen.

the sound of the friends intro playing on the screen was is heard. megan had put the volume low enough so that she wouldn’t wake anyone.

you cross your arms over your chest. “skip this episode, i hate it.”

“but it’s one of my favorites.” megan argues, keeping her stare on the screen.

“let’s just watch the next one.” you sink further into the couch, groaning out loud. your head rolls to the side as you glance up at her.

“i’m not listening to you.” she retorts and moves the remote away from you. (as if you’d be able to touch the object anyways.)

“why? because i’m dead?”

“because you’re annoying.”

you snort out a laugh, and for a brief moment megan feels a smile grace her lips.

“it’s nice to see that,” you mumble. “your pretty smile.”

megan chuckles, a larger smile forming. half of it is out of happiness, the other half from the deep sadness that settles in her heart.

seconds later, the smile drops. “i don’t have much to be happy about these days.” she responds, turning back to the tv.

“thats such a lie. didn’t your newest song just drop?” you remark, sarcastically rolling your eyes.

“yeah, but..” megan bites on her bottom lip. the show does little to distract her. “you aren’t here to experience it with me.”

“i am here.” you say, voice firm.

“not in the way i want.”

her voice goes quiet, not entirely there. trembling and hollow. the base of her throat throbs from the truth now laid out bare.

you flinch, her words soft yet razor sharp.

you look away and down at the tiny gap between yours and megan’s legs. they aren’t pressed against one another, and still, you feel the pressure of her being there.

she moves her hand down. it’s now laid out on her thigh, palm facing upwards. her fingers are flexed out, loose. slowly, unknowingly, you reach down and place your hand above hers. then, you lower it down as if you were intertwining your fingers.

your hand passes through hers. there’s nothing but cold air.

your mouth parts, breath catching on the inhale. suddenly, you felt out of place. like you didn’t know where to belong. like being here with megan hurt more than letting her go.

the rawness of the situation hits you both. megan folds into herself, crumbling. her eyes don’t water, she’d cried enough this entire week. but her body feels dark and empty and numb. and you, you’re aching. not only for yourself, but for megan too. you’re witnessing her shattering, but you can’t hold her. can’t feel her. can’t hold her up as she breaks like porcelain.

so, you sit in it.

the hurt. the grief. the misery that’s made a home in both of you.

₊˚🎧⊹♡

[saturday, 02:30pm - the anniversary]

the park bench digs into the exposed skin of megan’s legs, and the heat of the sun runs across her body. she exists, quietly, leisurely.

the outside is bright, a colorful hue that contrasts the darkness of her mind. but still, she basks in it, reminds herself that she will be okay.

you’re beside her, as always.

neither of you talk. you’d been giving her space after a long phone call she had with her mom moments prior. her mom asked how she was, told her to come home, visit your grave. megan declined, she didn’t think she had it in her. she doesn’t thinks she ever will.

the year that passed weighed dense on her shoulders. there’s an ache in her bones, a blurry picture of how she managed to make it a full year without you.

except, she’s never without you.

megan thinks, perhaps, the grief sticks to her like glue because you’re still there. perhaps, if you weren’t in this form—a ghost, a figment—she’d move on quicker, easier. but in the same thought, she doesn’t want to let you go. not yet.

not when if she were to lose you again, she’d be losing a piece of herself. permanently.

you let the time pass, not making a sound. if there was one thing about you and megan, it’s that silence was a language you were both fluent in.

but the quietness stretches further, minutes turn into hours of unspoken words.

the sun burns her skin now, blotches of red on her legs. megan breathes, deeply, fully, and exhales. this time, she releases the heaviness thats been her companion for far too long.

that pain she felt, you’d felt it too. every day. all over you. but you keep it to yourself, megan shouldn’t have to deal with your pain too.

not not.

not ever.

yall icl i had no idea how to end this one im sorry :/ also yes i edited and revised all this but if you see any typos pls excuse its like 2am rn im fried 💔💔

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

can I have a moon knight x fem reader smut

which the reader is dating the moon knight system and she’s a avatar of thoth that the moon boys find out on accident

Ahhh, thank you so much for this ask! I am so sorry it has taken so long!

Twin Moons

Steven Grant x f!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You go back to Steven's after a date.

Warnings:, Kissing, pet names, oral sex (both receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, surprise god, not beta read, swearing, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2788

“So this is the place.” Steven smiles a little nervously, he scratches the back of his head as he gestures to his living room with his other hand. “Sorry it’s a little messy, I didn’t think- presume, I mean. That you’d be coming back, that’s not polite, is it? No. I mean-” He sighs, screwing up his eyes, and you can’t stop the twist of affection in your chest. 

“Steven,” You smile and take his hand, bringing it to your lips and lightly kissing his knuckles. “It’s okay.” 

His shoulders relax slightly. “Sorry, I’m getting all in my head aren’t I?” 

You shake your head. “It’s cute.” 

He pulls a face. “Cute isn’t exactly what I’m going for…” He glances at the mirror on the side and gives his reflection a glare. 

“What’s Marc saying?” 

“Taking the mick.” 

You can’t help but giggle at the little scowl on his face. The way his nose scrunches is adorable. 

“Tell Marc,” You squeeze Steven’s hand reassuringly, “I’m very much looking forward to my date with him tomorrow.” 

“Yeah,” He looks back to you. “He’s just still pissy about the fact that I won paper, rock, scissors.” They’d decided that after a few casual dates with both of them, that it was time for separate (ish) dates. And what separate really meant was they could choose the location and activity on their own without the other's input. And without too many snide comments.

You giggle, “Is that how you decided?” 

Steven gives you a bashful smile, something you’re sure he simply must know what effect it has on you. “ We didn’t tell you that, did we?” 

You shake your head. “It’s cute.” You repeat. 

“I’m starting to think I’m getting stuck in the ‘cute’ area here.” 

“Oh really?” You tease. 

He nods and steps a little closer to you. “It’s a very serious concern love.” 

“What’s so wrong with the ‘cute’ zone, it’s cute?” 

He pulls a face, an over the top expression to make you smile. “It’s fine, really, and normally I’d be all for it. It’s just not where I want to be right now.” He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing. Lightly, he places his hands on your hips. It’s a feather touch, barely there. His hands are radiating warmth, like all his pent up nervous energy is trying to escape through his skin. 

“And where do you want to be?” You ask sweetly as you rest your hands on his chest. His heartbeat speeds under your fingers, thumping so fast it’s almost a blur. 

“Between your legs.” He says softly, and quickly. Immediately he screws his face up and smacks his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Oh my god, I’msososorry, that was just fucking awful.” 

You grin, unable to suppress your chuckle. “Hey,” you take hold of his wrist and pull his hand lightly away from his face. “I liked it.” 

“No, you didn’t love, don’t tell tales.” He pretends to chastise but you can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. 

“I did.” 

He shakes his head, “No, I refuse to believe it. It was awful and you’re too wonderful to put up with something like tha-”

You quickly lean forward and kiss him, it’s light and soft and you’re careful not to bump your teeth against his as he is still speaking. But quickly Steven sighs, wrapping his arms around you and cradling the back of your neck. He presses closer when you go to move away, his plush lips moving against yours hypnotisingly. 

You shiver when he darts out his tongue, just teasing the edge of your bottom lip and then retreating when you part your lips. 

You moan softly, screwing up the front of his shirt in your hand as you move your body flush against his, trying to capture his tongue when he teases again. 

He lightly grinds the outline of his semi-hard cock against you, and this time when he retreats again you follow, licking into his mouth eagerly. 

Steven groans softly, welcoming you immediately as you deepen the kiss and racing to react to your every move. His sounds vibrate through his chest, buzzing along your fingers in the most pleasant way. 

When he pulls back his lips are shiny and kiss swollen, there is a soft hint of pink to his cheeks, just highlighting the tan of his skin. 

Steven takes hold of your hand lightly, guiding you slowly to the bed and watching you with his large eyes intently. Seemingly waiting for you to object. 

His breathing hitches as you both come to a stop by the edge of the mattress. 

He swallows, opening his mouth to speak as he rubs his fingers together a little hesitantly. But you kiss him again, swallowing his anxiety as you gently coax him down to sit. You trail your lips over his jaw, his neck, sucking just under his ear and delighting in the shiver and soft sigh he gifts you with.

“That’s really nice.” He mutters, his voice thick. Lightly, he puts his hands on your back as he presses closer, angling himself more and more into your embrace. 

He jumps deliciously when you run your nails up his inner thighs, just missing the solid outline of his cock straining the material. 

Quickly, you untuck and then unbutton his shirt, starting from the bottom and distracting him with your teeth on his skin. 

He groans, his eyelashes fluttering as you suck a love bite into the hollow of his throat. The sound sends a spiral of heat to your belly. 

“Oh, love,” he bites his lip as you push his shirt off his shoulders and nip lightly at his clavicle. The material stays bunched up around his wrists and elbows as you sink down to your knees, kissing a messy trail down his chest to just above his belly button. 

“You, erm, you don’t have to, I mean, only if you want- I mean,” he screws up his face. “I’m assuming here, aren’t I? Yes. What I mean is, it’s not… I don’t expect you to-”

You bite lightly at his belly, hardly more than a grazing of your teeth, but he yelps then giggles in surprise, looking down at you with large eyes. 

“I want you.” You smile. “You’re gonna be good and let me, aren’t you?” You tease, expecting a classic sassy Steven comeback. 

Instead, he audibly gulps, his throat bobbing. “I…” he breathes, his voice low. “Yes.” 

You bite back a smile as you undo his belt and hurriedly unzip his jeans. 

Steven’s thighs shake as he holds himself back, excitement races along his veins at lightning speed. He holds onto the side of the mattress with both hands, trying to focus on keeping himself as still as possible. 

You waste little time as you hook your fingers under his waistband and urge him up a fraction. He raises his hips obediently as you pull his jeans and boxers down to his calves. 

The sight of his cock bouncing free makes your mouth practically water. He’s slightly curved, the tip just brushing against his navel and leaving a snail trail of shinny precome on his soft skin. 

You can’t help yourself as you lightly run your forefinger down his length, reveling in how it jumps under your touch.

Steven sighs desperately, his heart beating so hard in his chest he’s sure he’s going to pass out any second. 

Gently, you cup his balls, just kneading them and feeling the weight of them in your hand for a second. Steven graces you with another breathy moan for your trouble. His pubic hair is neat and trimmed, a little softer than you expected and you can’t help but wonder if he uses conditioner regularly down there, or if this was in hopeful preparation for seeing you.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock.” You whisper and Steven gasps.

He thrusts weakly towards you, unable to hold himself completely back. “Thank, thank you.” He bites his bottom lip the second the words are out of his mouth, looking bashful. 

You smile reassuringly and give his balls a light squeeze before you take the base of his length in hand and flick your tongue across the tip.

He swears, loudly. His back arching as you open your mouth and sink him a few inches past your lips. 

“Shit, shit.” He groans, his thighs practically vibrating under the force of holding himself still. “That’s really- feels so- thank you, oh god, thank you!” He sighs and pants, his head thrown back as he weakly rocks into your mouth, moaning louder and louder as you swallow him deeper and deeper. 

It’s so warm and wet, he’s sure he’s died and gone to heaven as pleasure rushes along his nerves and settles at the base of his spine. You squeeze his hip with one hand, encouraging him to move as you bob your head. 

“Love, fuck, love, please.” He gasps, his skin burning. “Please, please. Can we, can you? Fuuuck.” He bucks lightly, nudging at the back of your throat. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.” 

You pull off him slowly with a pop, lightly tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue so he shivers again. “So?” You smile at him.

He pants hard, sweat beading at his temples. “I… can… I think I’d like to fuck you before I finish.”

“You think?” 

He pulls a face at your tease and you giggle. “I know.” 

“Oh, okay.” You stand up, “because you know then.” 

He grins, giving you a familiar sassy look as he takes hold of your hips and starts to pull up your dress. He watches you carefully, checking for any sign that you want him to stop. Instead, you stroke your hand through his hair. 

He shivers, preening into your touch. 

He groans loudly when he sees your underwear, the outline of your pussy and the damp patch that has soaked through. Lightly, he strokes it, swallowing, still holding your dress up with one hand. 

You’re not quite sure what you expect, but it’s not how desperately he pulls your underwear to the side, too eager to waste time by pulling them down. 

He swears lightly, his eyes rolling back at the sight before quickly leaning forward and latching onto your clit greedily. 

You gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair and he groans loudly as he sucks rhymically, easing your bundle of nerves out past his lips before coaxing it back in. 

You can’t help but pull his hair, mirroring the intoxicating pattern of his mouth and eagering a happy whine from him in the process.

“Steven,” you swallow harder, practically gasping for air as he pleases you, his lips so soft and slow. The movement is hypnotic, lulling you into a deep build as the threat of impending pleasure builds at your core. 

He moans against you, sucking and sucking until you’re sure he’s going to pull your soul out of your body. 

Your body tenses, shakes, so close to pulling you over that sweet edge. 

With a herculean strength you lightly push him back, your palm against his forehead. 

He gulps, his eyes lidded and lust blown as he gazes up at you, his cheeks flushed. His voice is a little unsure when he speaks. “Was that…?” 

“I want to come on your cock.” You pause as he groans, and then add. “Please.” 

Steven nods, not trusting his own voice in that moment. You both help each other completely out of your clothing quickly. But he puts his hands on yours when you go to take off your high heels. Normally you would have taken them off at the front door, but in the rush you hadn’t had a chance. 

“Can you… leave them on, love?” He gives you a cheeky smile. 

“You want me to?” You tease lightly, and he nods eagerly. “Didn’t take you as that kind of guy?”

He giggles and shifts back a little into the centre of the bed. “I don’t know, you just look so hot with them on. Is that okay?”

You nod. “More than okay.” You kneel on the bed, your legs either side of his as you inch forward. He leans back a little, propping himself up on his elbows as you cage him in. He watches you eagerly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Warmth radiates off of his body, permeating the air around him. 

He moans sweetly when you take hold of his cock again, wriggling his hips to move into a slightly better position for you. 

You pump him twice before you lean down and spit onto his dick. Steven groans, his eyes rolling back and cock jumping as you smear your saliva along his skin. 

Painfully slowly you line him up with your soaking entrance, rocking back and forth against his tip but not easing down.

“Can you, fuck,” he swears softly, a little embarrassed before he clears his throat. “Can you tell me how you like it?” He asks so sweetly, his eyes closed and lips parted.

“Yeah?” 

He nods. “While you, shit-” He lets out a loud moan as you start to sink down, a broken string of ‘thank yous’ falling out of his mouth with every breath. “Please, while we fuck, tell me how, tell me what you want?”

“What if I just want you to be still and take it?” You tease, barely managing to keep your voice steady and own sounds of pleasure under control. “Be my own personal fuck toy?”

He swears, gasping for air. “Please.”

“You’d like that?” You groan. 

He’s so thick, you’re barely halfway down and you’re sure you can feel him in your lungs. You ease back up a fraction before you sink down further, getting used to his stretch and size. 

“Yes.” He whines. “Want you just to use me to come.” He breathes hard. “Any time you want, just, just tell me and you can ride my cock or my mouth and just come all over me.” He shivers, his hips bucking up a little at the thought. 

He slides his hands up and down your thighs, moving to sit up more so he can palm your calves and then grab at the sturdy heels of your shoes. “Fuck.” 

The angle change makes him just slide all the way in, bullying his fat cock into your aching heat. 

You gasp his name, groaning as his pubic bone rubs wonderfully against your clit. 

A rumble of approval sounds from his chest. “God, yeah. Just…” He thrusts slowly, rolling his hips against yours so he barely leaves your heat and instead grinds deeply. 

His grip tightens on your shoes as he pulls you back and forth, fucking you onto his cock. 

Your hands fly to his shoulders, your fingers digging in as pleasure bubbles in your lower stomach. 

“Good?” He whines. 

You nod rapidly, not fully trusting your own voice.

“Can, can you come like this?” 

You nod again and he whimpers. The tip of his cock brushes deliciously deep, rubbing deliciously and harmonising with the relentless grind against your clit. 

“Love, fuck, I want you to come so badly, I want to feel you squeeze me and just make a mess of me.” He whines, moving faster to match the pace of your hips. “I’m, I’m gonna come, I can’t help it. You feel so good, so good, so good for me, fuck, please, please, can you? Please? Can I? Can?” 

You shiver as your orgasm hits you suddenly, bucking weakly as you soak his cock. Your body burns and sings as the pleasure is squeezed from you, pulled perfectly as you shake and moan in Steven’s ear. 

He follows you half a second later, your name tumbling from his lips like a prayer as he fills you as deeply as he can. 

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close and snuggling into your neck as you relax against him. “Love, that was-”

“I am in need of your assistance.” Thoth’s booming voice from behind you makes you practically jump out of your skin. The god was not so hot on personal boundaries and had apparently chosen now to appear out of the ether. Well, at the very least it was now, and not a minute ago.

For a second you think Steven’s accompanying flinch is simply because he felt you do it, surprised by your own surprise. 

“What the fuck?” His grip on you tightens and you frown in confusion, from your position you miss his shocked expression, how he stares at the god. 

There’s no way he could see Thoth, was there?

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☆•Axl Rose•☆

♡Welcome Audience

♡Spanking

♡Jacuzzi Time

♡Nervous Wreck

♡ Christmas Cards

♤Caught Up In His Life

♡Pick Up The Pace

♡ Jealousy is Pretty on You

♡ Car Times Party Times

◇ Pass the Salt

☆•Duff McKagan•☆

♡Subby Duff

♤Forgotten Anniversary

♡Much Needed Break

♡Duff x M!reader

♤♡Lack of Communication (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡More Subby Duff

◇Gentle Loving

◇ A Bloody Mess

♡Pull Over

♡Put Those Panties On

♡ I Got What I Want

☆•Izzy Stradlin•☆

♡Subby Izzy

♡Breeding Kink

♡Back blown out

♡Spanking

♡♤Baby Trap You For A Tour

♡Somnophilia

♡♤ Go On Then

♡Poor Puppy

☆•Slash•☆

♡Sixty Bucks

♡Not So Hidden Fantasy

♤◇Mine

♡Even the Score

♡Jealousy

◇Christmas Pajama's

♤♡The Not so Princely Prince Charming

♡Special Interview

◇Sick Day

♡Drunken Dog

♡Pretty Titty

♡Mutt

◇Snakes in the Sheets

♡Say it Back

♡Insecurity

◇Modern AU

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♡Thigh Love

♡Edging

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♡Charity Work

♡Thigh riding

♡Tour Bus Sex

♡Subby Slash

◇ADHD reader

♡Size Kink

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♡Pegging

◇♡Gender Swap Stuff (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡Arranged Rebel

♡Corruption Kink

♡Unique Band Practice

♡Bottom Slash

♡Age Gap Relationship (pt.1 + pt.2 + pt.3)

♡Take Me With You

♡Spanking Slash

♡ The Best Present

♡ Party Favours

♡ Happy New Year

♡ No Food in the Kitchen

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♡His New Toy

♡No More Fucking Buts!

♡A Puddle of Pleasure and Pain

♤◇Angry in Love

♡ Lost Deodorant

♤♡Succubus Slash

♡Lost Somewhere In Time

♡ Tit Sucking Comfort

♤♡You Won’t Fuck Me Right

♡ Stop at the Touch

♡ Destressing

♡ Pegging 2x

♤♡ Last Straw

♡ Perfect Little Gusher

♡ Hottest Day of the Year

☆•Steven Adler•☆

◇Soft Dom Headcanons

♡Brat Taming

♡Breastfeeding Kink

♤♡ Makeup Sex… Like, Now

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[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

[runa-falls]

Please write a story where Marc and Jake tease Steven for being soft in bed so he becomes this dominant rough guy who overstims the reader IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT DOWN

a/n: idk how to write it down either, but i'll give it a shot! btw, marc and jake would never talk to steven like this, but just for the sake of the story they're assholes :( also sorry this is a YEAR late 0-0

cw: smut (18+), voyeurism (3x), f!masturbation, mean/ooc!marc + jake, rough sex, overstimulation, oral (f!recieving), multiple orgasms!, slightly possessive lovemaking, slight breeding kink (creampie), sad-ish/insecurity, feelings, dom-ish!steven, fluff -- (idk why it got so soft so fast im sorry), L-bombs, commentary from the other moon boys~

wc: 3.5k

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he watches from the doorway as you whine and mewl on the bed, desperately attempting to get yourself off.

your whole body glistens with heat as you squirm under the dull lighting of the room-- clearly, you've been at this for a while.

you are dressed in a familiar white undershirt that is definitely from the boys' closet, but your bottom half is bare and spread out, dripping onto the comforter as your fingers work their magic.

a perfect eye-full for your 3-in-1 boyfriend.

"this is why you're not allowed to have her on the weekends." marc taunts from a nearby mirror, though his eyes are locked on your writhing body. steven clenches his jaw as the grating voice in his head pulls him away from the alluring scene in front of him.

god knows why he decided to put up so many mirrors in the flat. it's like he's trying to drive himself crazy.

your eyes are squeezed shut as your finger delicately circles against your clit, spreading your slick all over your pulsing cunt until wet sounds begin to fill the air. you suck on your bottom lip as you frantically tease the sensitive bud, your legs tense from the build-up, and your back arches off the mattress.

"she needs a real man to take care of her after a long week of work."

that irks steven.

you've never talked about being unsatisfied by his slower pace -- by his need to savor each look, sound, and touch that you give him.

of course, jake needs to chime in as well, "look at our girl, stevie, she's so needy. let me have the body. i'll give her what she needs."

steven tries to block them out, but it's hard when their voices are coming straight from his own mind.

when he thinks back on your time together, everything is perfect. at least to him, it is.

he loves hearing your soft breathy moans, tasting the sweetness of your pussy dripping from his kitten licks, and feeling those delicate kisses that you share as you ride him gently. you fall apart in his arms, hold him close, and exchange whispered 'i love you's.

sure, he's always been the softer side of the three -- kissing over jake's bites or gently caressing marc's bruises -- but he thought you liked that. he thought that was enough.

but now you're getting yourself off without even seeking him out first.

you're close, so fucking close, panting out stuttered breathes, thighs clenching together, and body shaking, but --

"fuck!"

it's not enough.

your heart beats rapidly against your chest as you start to come down from that unreachable peak you've been chasing all day. as your foggy mind finally clears up, you sense someone at the door.

"s-steven!" you're surprised to see him, especially just standing there, watching you fail to pleasure yourself.

his work shifts have been running later and later since marc's last mission (donna is forcing him to work unpaid overtime instead of firing him) so you weren't expecting him until dinner time.

the shifts have been brutal for him.

these days, he just eats sleep for dinner, too tired to do more than just collapse on the couch and cuddle you. you've tried to convince him to just quit, that jake's cab escapades and marc's more 'eccentric' job opportunities can pay for everything, but he really loves the job, despite the weirdly toxic work environment.

"darling."

it's a flat greeting, a tone you've never heard from his lips, especially not when he's fronting. he doesn't seem happy to see you. actually, he looks quite upset.

you cover yourself up with a blanket, suddenly uncomfortable with your partial nudity when he's unhappy like this.

"why are you back so early?" the usual glimmer in his eyes is snuffed out, instead replaced with an eerie darkness. "what's--are you okay, honey?"

"take it off."

"w-what?" you know he's referring to the blanket, but the way he demanded it --

"off."

you hesitantly move the blanket, revealing the evidence of your unfulfilled desperation. you shyly look up at him, embarrassed and terribly turned on that he's making you do this.

you can't help but press your thighs together, already feeling another spark of heat simply from seeing your darling boyfriend with his head of messy curls.

"keep them open."

you obey his command and spread your legs, leaning back to give him a good view. his eyes meet your center, the frustration you couldn't get rid of. you immediately see need blooming in his body, particularly under his slacks.

soft-spoken steven has never been as forthcoming as his counterparts, but he doesn't need to be, his body does all the talking for him.

you're watching each other as he slowly approaches you, tension thick in the air. he's so desperate to give you exactly what you need and deserve.

steven's mind runs through all the times he had stuck around while marc and jake fucked you.

the first time it happened, he didn't mean to watch through marc's eyes, but once he saw how easily you submitted for him, how utterly ruined you are once marc is done with you, he couldn't help but pop in once in a while.

steven nearly flushes in shame from the memory. he's so perverted...

marc is possessive, steven learned. he likes to know that you're his. he marks you up with his hands and mouth so you'll never forget who you belong to, then he makes you scream his name as you reach your high as he fucks his cum into you.

of course, you're happy to give him whatever he demands, laying right where he wants you and taking anything he'd give you.

jake's methods are different: he makes you cry.

it's the overstimulation that gets him off the best. the sight of your body shaking and writhing to get away from his insatiable touch gets him hard, makes him growl against your tacky skin. he gets off to getting you off, and you love it.

so maybe a mixture of both is what you need.

he can do that.

"i need you to do something for me." he curses inwardly at how soft his voice is when he talks to you. it's a reflex. he's supposed to be confident and rough.

"anything." you breathe out.

"turn around for me, love." he's standing right by the bed, leaning over you. "on all fours."

the surface of your body ripples with goosebumps as you position yourself on the bed for him. he hasn't even touched you and you're already humming with pleasure.

you hear him sigh behind you before he shuffles closer and delicately caresses your bare hips and bottom with warm hands. you feel yourself melt against the mattress as you drop from holding yourself up by your hands to leaning on your forearms. he always makes you feel soft and cozy, even with the simple contact of his hand against your body.

steven watches you arch your back as you get comfortable, hungrily taking in the way you unconsciously push your ass toward him. you're effortlessly sexy to him. you could simply put your hair up into a ponytail and he'd be rock-hard in his slacks from seeing your bare neck. so this...is distracting him.

"so..." marc's voice pulls him out of his thoughts, "you gonna do anything or just stare at her all night?"

"I'm working on it!" steven grits out (in his mind).

"alright, show me how it's done then, loverboy."

you gasp quietly as steven suddenly forces your legs to spread wider for him. you would have lost your balance if it weren't for his steady hold on you.

he slowly kneels in front of the bed, briefly adjusting himself in his pants to relieve some of his desperation. you struggle to keep your legs apart when you feel his warm breaths brush against your needy cunt. you swear you're literally throbbing with need for him.

jake's done this before, steven recalls, eating you out from behind. you seemed to really enjoy it despite the intense overstimulation that pushed you to tears and the bruises left on your thighs from his tight hold and nipping mouth.

he can do this.

he leans in and lightly brushes his plump lips against your wet center to test the waters. your muffle a whimper against the pillow you cling onto, but he hears it loud and clear.

you're so soft and wet, already falling apart in front of him. he can't help but poke his tongue out to taste your sweetness. the warm softness of his tongue has you urgently pushing yourself against him and he takes that as his sign to go deeper.

this time he holds you closer, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he dips into the hot opening of your cunt, working his tongue against your tender walls. his mouth waters at the taste of you and he's desperately leaning in for more.

he thrusts his tongue into your cunt, filling the room with slurping noises that nearly make you blush with how lewd they sound. he's pressed so closely behind you that he's practically supporting your weight as your legs grow too weak to hold you up.

"s-ste-- a-aah-- mm..." you fall apart when he starts licking from your entrance to your clit, flicking eagerly as you start to gush against his tongue. he can already feel your legs twitch and tremble as you try to escape his hot mouth.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his soft lips wrap around your aching clit. it's almost too much for you to handle. he suckles on your sensitive bud until you're whining out against your pillow as your body trembles with the crash of your orgasm.

steven ignores your pleas and your attempts to escape his mouth as he continues to work you through your high. he cleans you up with a gentle mouth, making sure not to miss a single drop. drool pools against the pillow as your exhausted body struggles to stay conscious.

“hm, not bad…” jake admires your trembling frame from a reflective surface nearby, hungrily taking in the scene and wishing he were in steven's place instead. "maybe we were wrong about you, stevie."

steven watches you as well, but with a hint of reluctance. he's never seen you like this first hand. usually, you're the one staring down at him with a small smile as he attempts to catch his breath from your teasing antics.

he's not sure if he likes this any more than the usual dynamic the two of you have. of course he loves knowing that he can make you fall apart just as much as marc and jake, but it's not him.

"you're not done with her yet, right?" marc asks, "'cuz if you are, i'd be happy to finish her off."

jake is quick to argue, "actually markie, i'm pretty sure it's my turn to spoil our little princess."

steven finally bites back, "no, tonight she's mine."

he grumbles, making an effort to push his annoyances into silence so he can give all of his attention to you.

steven nudges you to lay on your back so he can see your face, "love, are you alright?" his tone is light, despite the fact he's eager to continue ravaging you -- even if you do end up falling asleep.

"mhm," your eyes flutter open, sparkling with satisfaction as you stare up at him. you're adorable with that post-sex flush on your skin, highlighting the tops of your cheeks. "i just... wasn't expecting this from you."

"did you like it?"

"steven, i can barely feel my legs."

he lets out a nervous chuckle like he's unsure whether that's a good thing or not, but you ease his mind with a soft smile. you reach up and cradle his face, "yes, baby, i loved it." he presses his cheek against your hand, enjoying your embrace, "i always like it when you touch me."

"then can we do more?"

of course, you want to have sex with him, but...that, no matter how mind-blowing it was, wasn't him. steven is the type of guy to hold eye contact with you while eating you out, wanting to catch every expression and moan of praise as he brings you to the edge. he's the type to hold your hand as you cum, squeezing lovingly to encourage you to fully let go because you're safe with him.

all night he's been acting off. he's been distant and in his head -- and you have a faint idea as to why (their names rhyme with "bark and bake") but you want your sweet and gentle steven back.

you take his hand, "w-wait...steven?"

“yes, darling?"

you sit up, "can you, um, kiss me first?" it's a bit embarrassing to ask when he's already been nose deep in your cunt, but you need that sweet embrace that he's always given.

"of course." steven’s eyes soften.

cool relief rushes through his body. maybe he was wrong, maybe you do like his soft touches and sweet kisses. maybe you like him for being himself. it's not like marc and jake are the same anyway. each of them gives you something special.

he leans in closer and presses his lips against yours, his body trapping you against the bed. he immediately feels you relax against him as you start to move your mouth over his. he kisses you gently, taking time to trace over the sensitive edge of your bottom lip before dipping in and laving his tongue against yours. 

when you separate from each other with puffy lips and heated breaths, you can't help but admire the pretty man above you who regards you with pure admiration in his eyes.

"make love to me steven," you whisper, "a-and hold me after, please." his soft brown eyes, full of longing and admiration, meet yours.

"always, love." he pecks you once more on the lips, "i'd do anything for you." you feel his lips move down from your mouth to the edge of your jaw, then your shoulder, and finally the top of your covered chest.

he sits up briefly to pull your shirt off before doing the same with his own clothes. once he's in nothing but his briefs, he's back on top of you.

steven has stars in his eyes as he watches his hand slide over the softness of your curves. he loves how perfectly you fit against him.

you gasp softly as he teasingly brushes his thumb against your nipple. your body is already so sensitive to his touch.

"you're so beautiful..." he whispers.

as he leans in and captures the bud in his mouth, his hand drags down to the spot where you need him the most, sending a wave of sensations through your body and causing you to arch against his mouth.

you're already wet enough for him to slip his fingers inside of you, so he immediately begins thrusting deeply against your spongey walls, letting sloppy sounds of your wetness echo through the bedroom.

you tangle your fingers into his curls and arch your back as he starts to suckle at your nipple. his slick tongue flicks over the hardened bud, sending tingles up your spine. you are already half-delirious from how expertly he's working your body.

everything seems to speed up when you start to squirm under him. he's pushing you harder onto the bed, he's nipping love bites at your tits, his hand is moving faster against you -- from the sounds coming between you, you're sure you've made a mess of his hand.

"s-steven...mm...please!" your thighs squeeze around his wrist as he gets overzealous, hitting your g-spot over and over again without giving you a breather. he groans against your breast when you tug at his hair.

without any warning, he pulls away.

you reluctantly let him get up (though you're definitely too weak at this point to stop him) and you're left to breathlessly watch as he licks his fingers clean and pulls himself out of his briefs.

pleasure continues to buzz against the surface of your skin as you hungrily stare at the way he pumps himself delicately in front of you, his cock is already dripping with desperation. he looks at you with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks while he touches himself.

what a pretty boy...

"need to feel you," steven mumbles, shifting closer to you to press his cock against the seam of your cunt.

"feel me," you beg, canting your hips upwards to meet him.

steven gently moves himself against you, rutting himself against your wet center. he pants when his tip just barely presses into your entrance, proving how ready you are for him.

slowly, he pushes himself in, shuddering at how soft and wet you feel around him.

you whimper softly when he starts fucking you at a slow pace, forcing you to feel how perfectly he stretches you out, over and over again.

your body shudders every time he bottoms out and presses so intensely against that spot inside of you, making you feel like you're about to burst if he doesn't pull out soon.

steven looks down at your face, wanting to see if you're liking this -- but it turned out to be a mistake. he meant to make this sweet, to hold back and make love to you like you asked, but when you look up at him with those shiny eyes and that blissed, fucked-out expression, he can't help the way his hips start to frantically grind against yours.

"i'm sorry, love, i can't -- uhh -- c-can't help it when you look at me like that!" steven pushes your thighs upwards, forcing them closer to the mattress on either side of your head. you cry out as the new angle pushes him deeper within you, hitting every buzzing nerve inside of your sopping cunt.

"mm...steven!" the bed below rocks as his hips violently slap against you in a rhythmic motion.

he groans as he watches his cock thrust inside of you, making a mess of your wet center as you gush around him. you look so small under him, yet you're eagerly taking every inch in that tight cunt.

"i-i want to be inside of you forever..." steven pants out, "and i want you to feel me," he reaches between your bodies to press against your stomach, "here, forever."

"ahh~" you pant heatedly as the added pressure of his hand makes him feel even bigger inside of you. you squirm under him from the intense feeling, but you can barely move out from his hold.

"i love you, darling." he chokes out as he grows closer to the edge, rutting deliciously against the top wall of your pussy. "t-tell-tell me you love me too."

"fuck -- i love you, steven. i'll a-always -- nmph," you flutter around him as the heat of your own climax explodes throughout your body. "love you~" you can barely get the words out as he finishes inside of you.

you don't mind the way he rests on top of you as he attempts to catch his breath. his body is hot and sticky against yours, but it feels comforting nonetheless.

"mm...i missed you and your sweetness." you sigh, enjoying his weight over you, even if it is a tad difficult to breathe.

steven sheepishly mumbles against you, "but that wasn't exactly sweet lovemaking."

"sure, but it was you."

he simply hums happily in response, dotting light kisses against your tacky neck before nuzzling his face against you.

when you both cooled off, you decidedly needed a little space from the man pinning you to the mattress, "ok i need to breathe a little, steven."

"oh, oops, i'll get up." he pushes himself up so he can give you some air. you can't help but shudder as he starts to pull out of you.

"ah~" you can feel the warmth of his cum start to drip from your center, "you came so much, steven. look -- you made a mess." you tease, opening your legs for him.

"m'sorry, love." he sits back on his knees in front of you, staring down at the mess he made (as if he isn't just as messy). "didn't mean to..."

it doesn't sound like he's sorry though -- not by the distracted way he mutters out the apology while scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you.

"steven."

"i'm just trying to minimize the mess!" he defends.

you don't stop him because it feels oddly pleasant to be doted on like this. you'll just have to do a final cleanup later, you decide.

"imagine if i weren't on birth control," you joke, "i'd definitely be pregnant by now."

"..."

"steven are you hard again?!"

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

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Swimsuit Shopping

Summary: You're absolutely dreading swimsuit shopping for your upcoming trip. The Moon boys bravely weigh in.

Pairing: Steven, Jake, Marc x reader with boobs

Word count: 1k

Content: fluff, romance, body insecurities, slightly suggestive, sweet & adoring moon boys

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Steven notices you casually shopping on your phone. He keeps peeking over your shoulder, humming nonchalantly at each and every suit that looks like a low plunging bra.

“See something you like, babe?” You nudge him playfully before handing him the phone. “Should I just let you go crazy?”

Bright eyes go wide, hair flopping as he shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, you should get something that makes you feel confident and comfortable.”

“A diplomatic response, Mr. Grant,” you tease. “I’m not sure how comfortable this…push-up bra would be.”

“Em, well…which ones do you like?”

Your shoulders sag as you shake your head in defeat. “I don’t know, I hate shopping for swim suits. But our big trip is coming up and…” Your eyes dip in shame.

Steven lifts your chin with a soft caress. “What is it, love?”

Fidgeting uncomfortably, you slowly admit, “My old one is too small.”

Smiling sympathetically, Steven uses his hold on your chin to guide your mouth to his for a tender kiss. “We’ve been together a long time, darling,” he lovingly whispers, rubbing his nose against yours affectionately. “Surely you’ve noticed I’ve gone a bit soft around the middle?”

“What?” You giggle, poking his soft but not-at-all-big tummy. “You’re crazy. You’re…so perfect, Steven. I just want a swim suit that doesn’t make me feel awful when I put it on.”

Kissing you again, he holds up your phone. “Well, let’s find one.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, the two of you select several possibilities and every single one Steven likes is extremely revealing in the bust area.

“Steven, you just want to see my boobs - like as much as possible. I might as well be naked,” You laugh out.

“Well…if it’s comfortable…” his dark eyebrows shoot up suggestively. “Could be a win-win.”

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The next day, Jake finds you leaning over the kitchen counter, still scrolling endlessly through swimsuit possibilities. Steven helped you find some cute suits, but you want to make sure you have enough coverage while not boring Marc, Steven and Jake to tears.

Easing up behind you in his typical panther prowling way, Jake breathes against your ear, making you shiver. “Whatcha doing, hermosa?” Gripping your hips, he presses his body into yours at every possible point of contact.

“Swimsuit shopping,” you languidly sigh, scrolling through the twelve suits you and Steven added to your shopping cart before starting your search all over again.

“Mmm, you should get one of those thong bottoms,” Jake casually opines, running his palm over the swell of your ass before giving you a squeeze.

“You’re hilarious,” you deadpan. “I can just see Jake Lockley on the beach - hat, jacket, gloves and boots, kicking the ass of anyone who stares at mine.”

A low chuckle rumbles against your neck. “Fair point, mi amor. Maybe like…” he scrolls down a couple of suits to a cheeky bottom - revealing but not scandalous, “Like that one. You know, enough for me to see all this - “ he swats your ass playfully, “But not enough for an ass-kicking.”

“Nice,” you chortle, shrugging him off, but only so you can whirl around and see his face. “I thought the idea was for me to feel confident and comfortable. Steven’s words.”

“Boringggg,” Jake mocks, even while chasing after your lips with his own. Kissing you temptingly, he pulls you close. “I thought swimsuits were for swimming…and letting me stare at your ass all day.” He cocks his head playfully. “Is that not right?”

“For sure, yeah,” you giggle as he nibbles at your lips, his naughty hands winding their way around to your backside once more. “I just want it to cover a little bit more of my middle than a total string bikini, you know?”

Realizing you’re serious, Jake nods, reaching to grab your phone from the counter. “Show me what you like, hermosa. My treat.”

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Marc has expressed absolutely zero interest in peeking at your phone, even when you tried tempting him by asking questions about your boobs or your ass.

Between Steven and Jake, you’ve narrowed it down to about five suits, but you would like Marc’s opinion. The trip was actually his idea. He is rather well traveled, after all.

“Babe, you’ll look amazing in whatever you pick - it’s for you,” he shrugs, realizing, as the words come out of his mouth that he should probably show a bit of interest. Glancing at your phone, he shakes his head. “I don’t know. They all look good. I can’t tell on a phone screen.”

Which is how you end up in the fitting room with a rack full of bathing suit pieces and Marc licking his lips as you try them on. Normally clothes shopping would be a form of torture, but damn…

“Let me feel, baby,” he murmurs, as you slip into a mid-rise, flattering bottom that shows just enough cheek to hopefully please both you and Jake, with a coordinating top that definitely shows your cleavage.

And this is what Marc keeps doing. As soon as you get dressed, he wants to touch. Locking eyes with you, he traces the shape of you - the body he knows so well and has adored so ardently, for year after year.

“This one feels good.” His eyes darken and his voice sounds a little choked. He clears his throat. “You feel comfortable in it?”

You pause, staring deeply into his eyes.

“Because you know that’s all that really matters. The rest is bullshit. You know that, right?”

You know. But you love him for saying it.

“Yeah. I know.” Turning this way and that, you eye yourself in the mirror, pleased with the cut. The top extends down a little and the bottom is just high rise enough to give you that bam of confidence about the figure you criticize far too often.

Hand on your hip, you strike a pose, smiling at yourself in the mirror -and Marc thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

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

This is obviously nsfw.

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

Steven Grant

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marc Spector 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jake Lockley 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poe Dameron 

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Santiago García 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miguel O’Hara 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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