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My all time favorite Jake art😂

Resisting the urge to spam all the silly doodles I've got,,, this is the last one for today...mayhaps...

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Some old pieces of Steven Grant for you🧡

I loved the idea of fish pattern for his socks from @rosellacwrites !

These were for her fic Oh, My Dreams

Please go read it and know what I mean when I say I WANT THIS MAN!

That fic is so dear to me🥹

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jake lockley, out and about 🌘

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MARC ONE IS THE BEST

Wanna smooch that face😭😍

I immediately remembered that thing I hadn't finished

Celebrating the news heh... finished some details on Marc that was mostly what was left and other tweaks

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First of all, HOW DID YOU KNOW I GET SNARKY ON THESE DAYS?!

Second, I feel bad for Marc😂poor baby and Steven's ear

And tbh I screamed when Jake came bcz THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I NEED!

He knows!!!!!

Hewo Rally🧡🌻

I missed being on your page!

And Im sorry I haven't been able to read (or mostly reblog since I don't have the patience to describe how amazing your writing was) ever since I can't sit and just do something!

So I wanted to ask you about how the moon boys would act around a reader who can't sit still for more than one minute.

Have this silly wip lego Marc as a peace offering

MANI HE'S SO CUTE!!!! Look at his little LEGO body!!!! AAAHH!!!!!

Please accept this very belated offering to YOU, dear @silvernight-m . (<1k, no smut, but suggestive language)

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Marc is visibly impatient with your impatience. He’s sitting on the couch reading a magazine (Who reads an actual, paper magazine anymore??? Sometimes Marc is such a lovable old man).

He flips one of the glossy pages, gives you a look. “Will you sit down, please?”

“I can’t.” You sit on the end of the couch. You stand. You pick up your phone.

“Don’t do that, scrolling for hours on your phone just makes it worse.” He tosses his magazine aside and gestures with his hand. “Come sit with me.”

“Why? So I can squirm around and you can bitch about it?” You put your hands on your hips.

“Don’t be a wise acre. Sit your adorable ass here.”

He points next to him and you sit by him. He cuddles you snugly against him.

Being held by Marc Spector is one of the greatest things in the world. There’s almost literally no safer place in the universe.

His arms are strong and warm, secure and bite-able.

So why do you want to leave? Why are you jiggling your foot? Why are your thoughts building and building and you know you’re going to go on a 20 minute tirade about something soon and-

“Hey, Marc,” you turn to him, “can I talk to Steven?”

“What the fuck am I? Chopped liver?” he asks, comically offended.

You lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. “No, I just want to give a huge speech about something and I know you don’t mind hearing it, but…”

Marc nods. “You and Steven have that in common. I understand. Okay.”

He kisses the side of your head and in a blink of his heavy eyelids, Steven’s smile beams at you.

“Hiya, love, what’s the word?” Steven squeezes you in his arms.

To his visible dismay, you untangle yourself, standing again. You start to gesture and ramble, and at first Steven’s a bit confused, but he catches up quickly.

“Love,” he finally interrupts, “you know I love to hear what you’re passionate about. I could talk with you for hours, but I know it’s not about that. I can tell. Have you been like this all day?”

“Like what?” you ask, knowing full well what he means, and trying to avoid it.

“Um, well, uh,” Steven peers at you owlishly, “nothing. Just beautiful. You look just beautiful, probably have done all day.”

He nods, giving you a lopsided smile.

You heave a huge, audible sigh. “I can’t sit still today. I don’t know. I have no focus. I feel like I have all this energy to do something, but I can’t actually do anything.”

You rub your hands over your face, trying to get it together and failing miserably.

“Oh, I’ll give you something to do,” Jake says from the couch.

You back away a step. “Excuse me, I was having a conversation with Steven.”

Jake grins at you, leaning forward from the couch. “And now you’re having one with me, amor. Marc tried it his way. Steven tried it your way. Now, you’re going to do things my way.”

You sigh. “Jake, I can’t just lay there and let you do me. I have all this-“

“Energy, I know, I know.” He rises, smiling wickedly at you. “When you get in this kind of mood, you need something exciting. Something fun enough to hold your attention. That’s why you’re going to do me.”

Your eyes light up. “I’ll get the strap.”

“Wow, that didn’t take much convincing,” Jake says dryly, taking Marc’s t-shirt off over his head and throwing it aside. He unbuttons the jeans.

You turn back to him and wrap your arms around the naked skin of his torso, hugging him. “I love you, Jake.”

“Glad to be of service, mi amor,” Jake kisses you gently. “Now, I’m going to bend over that bed, and we’re going to give you somewhere to put all that energy.”

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Sugar Daddy Leto Atreides

Based on an ask from @reallyrallyauthor 🧡

How he would be around the house when taking some time off from working.

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This is the kind of prank I'd pull on Jake and he would pull on me.

The local mustache man seemed to be annoyed at the yogurt staining his beloved upperlip skirt

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"You're the smartest thats why I got mad at you bcz I expected you to be brilliant!"

OMG IM GONNA APOLOGIZE TO HIM WITH THOUSANDS OF KISSES

Mean

Steven Grant x Reader (eventually) Blurb for Blurbsday Thursday by @cocommunitymoon

Summary: You lose your cool with Steven at work.

“Steven, I'm sorry. I didn't…” Your words cut off as you catch his downcast eyes and tense posture.

“I apologize,” you say stiffly. “I shouldn't have said that. That wasn't professional.”

Steven nods once, looking uncomfortable. His fingers idly trace the edge of the checkout counter.

Damn. You feel absolutely terrible. Why did you have to lose your temper and snap at the one person at your job who didn't make you feel like a basket case?

“You don't have to forgive-”

“It's ok,” he cuts you off, still looking down. “I am a bumbling idiot.”

Your stomach drops again in horror at your words echoing back at you in Steven's voice. He was taking your frustrated, rageful words to heart. You knew from personal experience how words like that could stay and burrow into a mind, whipping back into your conscious thoughts whenever you started to feel low.

Without thinking, you put your hand over his on the counter to get his attention. His head snaps up, eyes finally meeting yours, and you can see tears starting to form in his eyes.

“You’re not, Steven!” You say urgently, willing him to understand and believe you. “You're not an idiot at all! You're one of the smartest people I've ever met!”

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I'm so happy this lil sketch inspired this🤣

And lil shit being like safety first! BITE HIS ASS

Jump Scare - Marc Spector

Based on a true story...in a world where I could actually come home to Marc

Summary: Marc sends you a nude and you almost crash the car Pairing: Marc Spector and his bare ass x gn!reader wc: 311

Inspired by this VERY delicious and distracting art by @silvernight-m

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"Marc!" You call out as you enter your apartment, your arms a tangle of your bag, keys, water bottle and your phone -

which is open to a nude that Marc sent you on the way home.

"In here, babe," he casually responds, relaxing comfortably on the couch...

butt ass naked.

He doesn't even glance up as you drop your bag to the floor and motion up and down toward him.

"What the hell is this?"

The corner of his mouth curls. "What the hell is what? I'm just watching the Cubs."

"This," you only-half-seriously scoff, gesturing to his dick. "Where are your clothes? You know what? Nevermind, scratch that. Why did you send me nudes on the way home?"

A self amused chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Would you rather I send them while you're at work?"

"Yes, actually. I opened my phone, saw your bare ass and almost crashed my damn car. That thing needs a warning."

Marc folds his arms over his chest, showing off the definition of his biceps. He's been working out and he's very proud of it.

"Why were you on the phone while you were driving? Safety first," he tuts.

"Thanks, dad. I'll remember that."

At that name, Marc shifts his eyebrows temptingly. "Did you like what you saw?"

Uh yes. Marc's bare backside...wait a second -

"How did you get a picture of your ass?" You snort with laughter. "Did you pose and set the camera timer?"

"I'll never tell," Marc shrugs. "I don't see you complaining."

Definitely not. Marc had, hands down, the best ass on planet Earth.

"But the text, seriously?" You mock, now giggling. "'Wanna go for a ride?'"

He holds up his hands. "Well, do you?" He pats his lap.

What in the world are you waiting for? Tossing your phone on the coffee table, you take off your pants.

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OMG JAKE JAKE JAKE JAKE

Some Jake Lockley 🌙 as a little treat ✨

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Nathan's been here :0

Seen on my walk home

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You are free to bite😌😂

There will be more moon boys flashing you🤣

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I laughed so loud and evil I can't explain🤣

I knew this sketch would flash so many and I'm happy you are one of the victims🤣

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heyyyyyyy.... jake making you squirt............<3 *dies*

You have killed me, thank you.

Early

Jake Lockley x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Warnings: Pet names, p in v sex, reader thinking they need to pee for a sec, cream pie, squirting, Jake talking about him and Steven sharing their dirty thoughts, kissing, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 781

Jake kisses you messily. His chest pressed up against your back, your head turned to the side so your lips could meet. 

He’d accidentally woken you up with his mouth on your neck and erection against your ass, and now his cock was buried inside while his fingers played with your clit. 

His thrusts shallowly, slow and lazy, but you can feel the strain of his muscles, how hard he is holding himself back. 

He licks into your mouth, hot and messy. Half words and sweet praises escaping his lips. 

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hand grabbing hold of your waist for a second as he rolls his hips, before he goes back to stroking your bundle of nerves. 

His fingers are slippery from your wetness, his forefinger rubbing against you, while he slides his others further down every so often to feel how stretched wide you are, how his length slides in and out. 

Heat twists and throbs in your stomach, the sound of his slow thrusts echoing around the room as your slick coats his cock.

“Jake…” You mutter, pressing back a little firmer against his precise rocks. You’re wide awake now, even though it’s only just starting to grow light. 

“Hmm?” He groans, low and in his chest. The sound rumbling along your skin. “What is it, amor?” His voice rises at the end as the head of his cock rubs wonderfully inside and he wriggles closer. Lightly, he pushes his right leg between yours and bends it, forcing your own legs to move apart. 

You shiver, letting out a broken whine. 

“Fuck, is that nice?” He coos, biting his bottom lip before he kisses the shell of your ear. “Love it when you make that sound, love it.”

You nod rapidly. 

He nips at your pulse point, his fingers pressing a fraction harder as they drag across your clit. 

“I want to fuck you on Steven’s desk.” He breathes hard. His voice is strained, but there’s a little giddy edge to it you’ve come to recognise. The one that means he’s so horny he’s about to run his mouth without any real thought. 

“You’d let me fuck you on his desk, wouldn’t you?” He swallows, his breath is warm against your neck. “I’d spread out his books all over it, open them and then sit you right in the middle of all of them while I make you come.” He groans, his eyes rolling back a little. You don’t get a chance to answer him before he continues. “Then I’d take a photo of you all fucked out and send it to him… We talk about it sometimes.” He moans, his thrusts increase slightly, his hips smacking against your backside as his cock keeps rubbing wonderfully along your walls.

“You…” You bite down a moan, your head spinning, “You talk about it?” 

You can feel him nodding rapidly, “Then he’d fuck you in my car, in the backseat, get it all messy, you and the upholstery.” He groans. “As revenge.” 

Normally, part of you wants to point out that it’s not really revenge if both of them had agreed to it beforehand, but the logical part of your brain is too busy reveling in the feeling of him between your legs to form a coherent thought. 

“Does… does he take a picture as well?” You manage. 

“Fuck yes,” Jake mouths at your neck, dragging his teeth over your skin. “And we just keep sending photos to each other and then fucking you and making you come and-”

You don’t quite hear what he says after that. Pleasure tightens in your belly and pulses. But it’s deeper this time, makes you squirm hard and almost pull away. 

“Sorry,” you try to move away, but your body won’t stop trying to chase your orgasm. “I think I gotta pee.” 

“Oh fuck,” Jake’s moan overshadows your words. His eyes are glazed. “You don’t, it’s okay,” he kicks off the blankets and leans up a fraction, watching where his fingers stroke you. “It’s okay.” 

“Jake-”

“Trust me, let go.” He swallows thickly, as he focuses on continuously rubbing the tip of his cock against the same spot. 

And it all breaks at once. 

You come with a cry. Pleasure washing over you and bubbling up from the inside. Your thighs shake, your body straining under the weight of it, and it’s suddenly like a dam has broken. 

Jake groans headily as he sees you squirt and soak the sheets, some of it hits his fingers, and he shudders, swearing under his breath and panting out your name. 

He thrusts twice before he spasms and shakes, spilling himself inside you in a rush. 

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So, the boxers series...

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steven grant- the d pic

Summary: Your friend Steven accidentally sends you a dick pic, but it’s not exactly unsolicited. (~2.2k)

Contents: nsfw, no smut, dick pic (but it's light-hearted and turns out okay), secret relationship

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Ding!

A message from your friend of almost a year, Steven Grant.

You unlock your phone.

*Dickpic.jpg*

A blurred-out file with the option to download. Your thumb hovers over the icon.

Ding!

Steven: OH MY BLOODY FUCKING GOD PLEASE DO NOT OPEN THAT I AM SO SORRY PLEASE DON’T REPORT ME TO THE POLICE

Steven: I’M SORRY x infinity

Steven: It was an accident

Steven: Fucking hell please I’m sorry

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Marc: You should come over here. Steven’s losing his shit.

It takes you minutes to get over to the boys’ flat. Jake opens the door. He’s dressed in Steven’s favorite sleep outfit, gray sweatpants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. He looks like he’s having the time of his life, a huge grin on his face.

“Oh, surprised to see you this time of night. To what do we owe the pleasure, hermosa?” He says sarcastically.

“Very funny, Jake,” you take off your rain jacket as you step inside. “Can I talk to Steven?”

He winks at you. “Sure. Give me a minute to drag him out. Hey,” he says, with a nosy look on his face, “did you open it? The pic? I know we’re all just friends here, but it’s the same body. Interested what you think- oop, here we go.”

Instantly, Jake’s force transforms into Steven’s. All big eyes and an open mouth.

“Oh gods, love, I’m so sorry.” Steven rushes forward, reaching out to touch your arms, but he stops short. He looks down at his hands like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

“It’s okay, Steven, accidents happen,” you say.

His face goes red. He folds his arms. “Yeah, but they always bloody happen to me, don’t they? I don’t blame you if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore. Must think I’m some kind of pervert.”

You laugh. “I’m just glad you sent it to me and not like, the pet shop where you got Gus or your elderly neighbor or something.”

Steven worries his fingers through the messy curls over his forehead.

“I didn’t open it,” you say.

His big, brown eyes look relieved. “Well, thank heavens for that.”

“Why?” You tilt your head. “Is your dick messed up? Does it have a 90 degree bend? Does it have an eyepatch?”

“Come off it,” Steven mumbles, but he’s smiling again already. “Bad enough Jake and Marc won’t quiet down. You really didn’t look at it?”

You drag your finger in an ‘X’ shape over your heart. Steven’s eyes linger on the motion before his eyes dart back to yours.

“Go on, then,” he says, miserable, walking to the stove to switch on the kettle.

“Who what when where why and how? Dick pic edition,” you say, dogging his heels.

As far as you know, Steven’s only been on a couple of dates since you’ve known him. He’d been awkward, and the stupid idiotic women he’d gone out with didn’t see it for the compliment that it was.

Marc had tried to have a real dating life once or twice, but his Moon Knight duties always got in the way. Or rather, he let them get in the way.

And only Konshu knew what Jake was up to.

You go to the cupboard for Steven’s mug, then reach for the one you like best. A souvenir from Marc, handmade from Japan. The gold-repaired crack of the kintsugi looks like a crescent moon.

You’d always intended to take it home, but it felt right that it stayed here with the boys.

Steven fusses with the teapot, exasperated, but because it’s Steven, of course he wants to talk about it.

“You were telling me to do the online dating thing more. I’ve been talking to a few nice women. I thought maybe I should be prepared just in case. I wanted to have one at the ready. A good one. You know, not one that made my dick look-“

“Small?”

Steven frowns at you. “I was gonna say blurry thank you very much. Rude. Anyway, I fumbled the phone because I was using it one handed-like, and it sent to you. Don’t even know why, really. You weren’t even the last person I’d texted. I was texting a lovely woman who’d been by the gift shop last week.”

It’s plausible. Exactly the kind of adorable comedy-of-errors that make up Steven’s life.

He rubs his forehead with his fingers, then shuts the kettle off a split second before the whistle pierces through the room. He pours the water, plops the top on, and leans against the counter in a very fake show of casualness.

“Steven,” you say with a patient smile.

“Yeah?” He bites his thumb nail.

“You know the easiest way to tell someone’s lying?”

He freezes. His eyes are stuck open, glued to the flowers on the side of the teapot.

“They over explain something,” you say. “The truth is usually simple. I took a picture of my junk and my finger hit send to the wrong name. Easy. So, why don’t you tell me what’s really going on here?”

“I, uh, I don’t know,” he clears his throat and straightens a stack of tea towels on the counter. He shakes his head, curls bouncing. “It’s not… um… tea’s done.”

He pours two mugs, then swipes his off the counter quickly and walks over to his desk to sit down with his back to you.

You blow on your tea to cool it down, your lower back resting on the countertop. You take out your phone and scroll through your texts to Steven. You had some time off coming up and you were going to the seaside. It was a family favorite, but you couldn’t get anyone to go with you this year. You’d been trying to get the boys to go for the week.

You’d sent them a photo of the house you wanted to rent.

Marc said Steven wasn’t sure.

So you’d sent Steven a link to a vegan restaurant in the little town nearby. A photo of you and and a group of people from last summer, laughing in your swimsuits at the beach. The little free library that was a tipped over canoe.

You know why Steven feels awkward. He’s such a gentleman he apologizes when your hands accidentally touch. Marc’s always putting his hand on your lower back to guide you down a street. Jake kisses the back of your hand sometimes, just to be a show-off, you think.

Steven had to be as starved for physical contact as his alters, but he didn’t seem to find any comfort in it. At least, not from you.

The idea of going on a vacation, just the two of you, people were going to mistake you for a couple. Instead of a couple of friends.

Steven’s mumbling when you walk over and sit on the edge of his desk. You push your leg into his.

“Is it about the vacation?” You ask. “You don’t want to go, do you?”

You try not to sound disappointed.

“Oh, love, it’s not that. I’d love to go. I can’t wait,” Steven says, his face the picture of misery. He sets down his tea.

“So was that picture of your dong so you can pick up women at the beach?” You say, smiling.

Steven snorts a laugh. “Stop it. Was not.”

He stops laughing and turns his head to look up at you with his big, brown eyes.

Your brows draw together in concern.

His broad shoulders heave in a gentle sigh.

“Is there someone?” You clear your throat. “I helped you set up that profile. If you’re talking to all these women like you say you are, maybe it’s better not to go on a trip with me. They’d probably get the wrong idea about us. I don’t want to ruin your single-guy vibe.”

Steven smiles, his brave self coming back out. “I don’t have that. I don’t want it. I want you,” he says with confidence.

He stands suddenly. He’s taller than you now, you still sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Probably not a surprise to you, me saying it out loud,” he says, facing you.

You feel like he’s just taken the sheet off the poorly-hidden elephant in the room. The thing you all pretend isn’t there.

“We spend a lot of time together,” you say reluctantly, looking down at your shoes, “but honestly, I feel like Marc and Jake are more interested in me than you are.”

Steven’s fingers pick at the end of his sleeves. “I had to be sure, didn’t I? Before I went and ruined the best friendship the three of us have ever had over a roll in the hay. Didn’t want to be confusing how I love you now, for how I want to love you.”

It melts your heart, his thoughtfulness and how much he cares for you and Marc and Jake.

Steven’s big hands cup your elbows as he draws himself closer to you.

“Do you think you could love me too?” He asks quietly.

Tears brush against your lower eyelashes. “Definitely.”

For some absurd reason, you feel nervous. Part of you had known that your friendship was building toward more, but as the months had gone by, you’d started to worry that maybe you’d read things wrong.

You couldn’t fault Steven for being smart about things. When you’d first met the 3 men in 1 body, you’d had a hell of a time juggling it.

Steven had guided you through it, though. Introducing you to Marc and Jake. Letting each of them have their time to develop friendships of their own.

“You’ve been planning this a long time haven’t you?” You ask him.

Steven’s face breaks out into a huge smile. “A bit, yeah. Marc’s had enough heartbreak in his life. And Jake’s never been interested in commitment before.”

“And you?” You raise your hands so your forearms run parallel to his, so you can touch each others’ skin.

“I’m the forever type,” he says quietly. He leans forward until his forehead rests against yours, his dark eyes closer than they’ve ever been. “I was thinking we could go see that scary movie that you didn’t want to see alone? A date, like. Tomorrow?”

You nod. “On one condition.”

Steven pulls back slightly, his gaze on your lips. “What’s that, love?”

“The dick pic.”

“It honestly was an accident,” he says, standing up straight. He sighs impatiently. “If you insist on the details, then, well... I was having a wank to that picture of you in a swimsuit. Marc started fighting with me for control of the body. He said I shouldn’t get to think about you while I was jerking off because I was the one stopping us from asking you out. Accidentally took a picture. I swear, though, I don’t know how it got named "dick pic" and sent to you.”

Steven’s hands wander up your arms, around your waist. Like now that he can touch you, he’ll never stop. Not that you want him to.

A worried look passes over his face. “I would never, never, never send an unsolicited picture of a penis. It’s harassment. It’s wrong. It’s-“

“Jake,” you say as neutrally as possible.

Steven’s eyes narrow slightly. “And how would you know that?”

It’s your turn to look guilty. You speak slowly, gauging every word. “Jake and I, maybe got impatient waiting for you and Marc to come to an agreement about all of us. And maybe, Jake and I have been kind of fooling around for awhile now.”

Steven looks outraged. Not angry, just shocked and ticked off.

“Jake’s used to keeping secrets, but I think he’s tired of us being one. We were planning on coming clean on vacation. It’s why I wanted you all to go so badly,” you say.

You take it as a good sign that Steven hasn’t let go of you.

You can see the gears turning in his head. You’re sure that his brain is putting pieces together, seeing what was in front of his face for weeks now.

“You’ve seen the body, then?” Steven asks you calmly.

“Um,” you shrug, eyes looking around the room, “yeah, once or twice.”

“Once or twice,” Steven mutters. “So you know, Jake’s laughing like a madman right now. He sent the picture to get the ball rolling, he said. Sneaky.”

“I’m glad he did,” you say.

Steven raises his eyebrows. “Oh, a fan of pictures of men’s penises are you?” He asks sarcastically.

“When it’s yours yeah. Or, Jake’s. Or yours kind of, but, Marc too I guess, well, um, shit,” you bite your lip to shut yourself up.

Steven’s hands trail lower on your hips, his warm fingers curling around the softness of your body.  “It’s alright, love. You have every right to look your fill.”

He leans in, his mouth against yours, the length of his body pressing you back against the desk. He lifts one of your legs to wrap around his, his fingers digging into your thigh. His tongue licks into your mouth, strong and hot.

“You don’t have to settle for a picture, though” Steven says, his hands working under your clothes. “I’m going to give you the real thing.”

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Steven: Still doesn’t feel right. Little bunny rabbit looking at you reading about my thingie.

moon knight- sexting

Summary: Just sexting w/ Steven, Jake, and Marc. Gets pretty filthy.

Contents: 🔥 18+ nsfw, fembodied reader, mentions via texts of: p in v, masturbation, oral (gets rough), anal, public sex, little degrading, bondage (~1.6k)

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Steven: I would like to

You: … what?

Steven: Sorry. My hand got sweaty and I dropped the phone. Can I call you?

You: No. We have phone sex all the time. This is Sexting. As in, text me the sex please.

Steven: Well, since you said please uh

Steven: um

Steven: I want to shove myself up inside of you so hard you feel it in your brain and can’t think of anything but the shape of my cock ever again.

You: 🤯

Steven: good?

You: very

Steven: Send us a dirty picture, love. Really dirty, you know the kind I want.

You: Im at work.

Steven: Bloody hell, you made me send that to your work??? Can’t be doing that. There are innocent animals there!!!!!!!!!

You: It’s an ethically run pet shop, remember? I’m not making them read your texts.

Steven: Still doesn’t feel right. Little bunny rabbit looking at you reading about my thingie.

You: THINGIE? Gross

Steven: Wot? UR gross

You: 🫵

Steven: eggplant

Steven: Marc says he thinks ur a little bunny rabbit. You fuck like one.

You: If Marc wants to sext me, he can use his own account. Not yours. We talked about this.

Steven: yeah, alright. But like, later. I’m hard now and I miss you like crazy.

You: I’ll go to the bathroom and take a pic.

Steven: 🙌

…

Steven: oh fuck love, thank you thank you thank you. Thinking of you right now, looking at yourself in that mirror in the bathroom. Your knickers down around your ankles like that. Touching yourself thinking about me?

You: I’m cleaning cat litter. No.

Steven: There’s my boner gone. Cheers.

You: sry 🤣

…

You: Okay, back in the bathroom now. Hand down my pants and thinking about you.

Steven: Really????

You: Does it matter????

Steven: Fair point. More please

You: Thinking about you, hundreds of miles away with your hand around your hard cock. The way you get all leaky when you think about my sweet, little pussy.

You: You remember what I taste like?

Steven: yes

You: I’d taste so good for you right now, so turned on for you. I’m making my hand all wet just thinking about your tongue, your fingers spreading me open so you can eat me out even deeper.

Steven: almst ther

You: You can lick me clean after you come inside of me. Leave some of it on your tongue so when you kiss me I know what we taste like together.

Steven: thank you love gods thank you you’re a filthy sexy angel you are

You: You’re done then?

Steven: I could get hard again if you want, but we video this time, yeah? I want to see that pretty little cunt get all wet for me. Want you to finger yourself so I can watch, make you lick your pretty little hand afterward.

Steven: Want to see your beautiful face. Make you tease yourself. Pinch your nipples for me, touch your clit. But you can’t come until I say so.

You: You got really good at sexting really fast.

Steven: Always been a quick learner. Video me when you’re on break, or I’ll make you spank yourself while I watch.

*****

Jake: bored

You: Not my problem

Jake: you promised to take care of me

You: I packed you a lunch.

Jake: come on. I’m staking out a bldg and can’t talk. Text w me.

You: Here’s a picture of my cleavage.

Jake: nice

You: yw

Jake: sweetheart, can I put it in your 🍑 later?

You: wtf

Jake: you’re the one who has to do all the getting ready for it and I wanted to make sure you had enough time if you wanted to. Only if you want to.

You: I want to. Maybe ask a little less abruptly next time?

Jake: Don’t just shove it in there? Start out easy?

You: Just be more considerate

Jake: i’m considerate. Don’t I always make you come first, before I even try to get a couple of fingers in there? start opening you up for me?

You: I’m at the grocery store. My face is as red as beets. STOP

Jake: you love it, sweetheart. Love it when I tease your little hole with my fingers. Then I bend you over. What do I do then?

You: I’m not doing this in the pasta aisle.

Jake: I’d do you in the pasta aisle. Do you anywhere. Bend you right over the deli counter, let everyone see what a little slut you are for me.

Jake: I’d take my time w you. Make sure you were nice and wet before I pop the head of my cock in that tight little hole. Make you beg for it before I give you any more.

Jake: Go so slow. Let you get used to how thick I am before I stuff you so full your pretty little fucked out face is drooling all over the glass front of the counter.

Jake: ???

Jake: nothing?

Jake: u mad sweetheart?

Jake: I’m sorry, okay. I’ll clean up my language. Come back.

You: I had to go the the frozen food aisle to cool down.

Jake: 😏

You: My forehead is resting on frozen peas.

Jake: Get those round cherry popsicles. I have an idea for later.

*****

You: Thank you for cleaning up before you left!

Marc: np love you

You: And you got more coffee and the jam I like!

Marc: np

You: You’re the best

Marc: You are

You: You’re just saying that b/c I gave you a big send off.

Marc: Honey, and I mean this respectfully, the way you let me fuck you? You deserve a palace in the Swiss Alps.

You: awwww, sweet

Marc: Wish I had time to massage your back before I left. Probably hurts, the way I had your legs tied up like that for so long.

You: It’s okay, ache’ll go away in an hour. Was worth it!

Marc: I’m an animal. All I want is to be as deep inside of you possible, for as long as possible.

You: I loved it. Who needs working legs and a gag reflex?

Marc: Srsly, I went pretty hard on you

You: I didn’t use our safeword. You checked in a bunch of times to make sure I was good. It was hot.

Marc: Me keeping you from breathing for five seconds at a time w/ my cock in your throat, for the whole morning, was hot to you too?

You: Very hot

Marc: We’re a good match. I like tying you up and treating you like my personal fuck doll, and you like to take it. Don’t you?

You: I can’t tell if this is flirting or sexting or just a statement of facts.

Marc: Why not all of the above?

You: In that case, yes, I do like when you make me your little fuck doll.

Marc: Send me a picture of your wrists. Redness should be going down by now.

You: okay

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Marc: Skin looks smooth and beautiful as always. You’re still in bed?

You: Don’t judge me. I earned a little laying in bed time. Remember how I was basically hog tied for hours????

Marc: Are you okay, baby? really?

You: Yes. Just sore.

Marc: Promise me you’ll take a long bath. Put the oils in. Works better w/ the oils.

You: I feel weird about using them cuz they were you-know-who’s suggestion.

Marc: I hate him too, but he’s a healer so it pays to listen to him sometimes. How’s your jaw? Was the bigger o-ring gag okay? 

You: It was okay. Lot of drool though.

Marc: That was so fucking hot, baby. Drooled all over my cock, couldn’t stop me from being down your throat over and over. Made me nice and wet for when I fucked you.

You: I didn’t really need help being wet…

Marc: You’re killing me. I swear if this mission takes me more than 2 days, I’m pawning this avatar shit onto the next asshole I see. I already flew all the way here with a hard-on.

You: In the suit? hahahahaha

Marc: At least my suit hides it. Steven’s not so lucky.

You: idk, I feel pretty lucky when I see him get hard in it. 

Marc: Steven says ‘leave it alone or he’s going to make you get the paddle out again.’

Marc: You guys have a paddle I don’t know about? Unacceptable.

You: You refuse to teach Steven that quick release knot you use on my ankles so you can get my legs spread back apart in a half a second flat.

Marc: I love that knot.

You: 🙄

Marc: Go start the bath and send me pictures of yourself all oiled up.

You: okay. I love you.

Marc: Love you more. I asked Steven to leave you a thermos of tea in the kitchen. Take that in with you.

You: Stop taking care of me from a thousand miles away and focus on your mission!

Marc: There are 3 of us in this body. We can handle it. Mission’s easy compared to servicing you. The 3 of us can barely keep up.

You: Excuse you?!?!?! I’m the one who spends most of her time stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey cuz you 3 can't get soft.

Marc: Yeah, and you look beautiful doing it. Gotta go. I love you.

You: Take care of yourself.

Marc: Will do. And when I get back, you’re gonna tell me where that paddle is. 

You: no

Marc: I’ll handcuff you to the bed and fuck it out of you. You know I will.

You: I look forward to it.

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