#moon knight/reader

[soft-girl-musings]

the soft girl do be musing huh

(updated 6/12/2025)

I crosspost to ao3

Feelings Before Power (All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Plus Size WOC!Original Character)

Toshi x Teddy art (commissioned from ohnogizm0)

chapter 1 chapter 2

Hyde & Seek were at the top of their game before losing one made the other fall from grace. Years later, Teddy Bernard sees her work at UA as a chance to start over- just as the Number One Hero plans to raise up his protégé. An unexpected reunion proves that nobody makes it in this industry alone, and some ghosts- and feelings- refuse to stay buried.

Fortress of Solitude (Lucy Chen x Tim Bradford)

Stranger Danger (Steven Grant x Fem!Reader)

part 1 part 2

There's safety in numbers, do you want mine? (too soon?)

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader)

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6

(late 1940s Noir AU) Of all the gin joints in all the world, Jake Lockley walks into yours. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the start of a beautiful friendship.

Salt & Pepper (Moon Knight System x GN!Reader)

Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?

Comedy of Errors (Steven Grant x GN!Reader)

The course of true love never did run smooth. And neither does the play you watch unfold.

Burn (Jake Lockley & GN!Reader)

What's a few burnt mementos between friends?

Cry (Marc Spector x GN!Reader)

Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

Perks of Being a Wallflower (Jake Lockley x Plus Size Fem!Reader)

For Jake, a night on the town means sticking to the background, listening for signs of trouble. That all changes when he sees you at the dance hall.

Last Night (Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader)

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

You're usually tight-lipped about your frustrations, especially when it comes to Jake. But a drink too many leaves you spilling your thoughts one by one.

An Unexpected Proposition (Kíli x Fem!Reader)

part 1 part 2

An injured dwarf appears on your doorstep. Do you grant him sanctuary on this stormy night?

Moon Knight Spring Bingo Card (2024)

most of my WIP folder is going toward this, bless

peep my character playlists lol

[faretheeoscar]

Soemone is gonna need to pass me a ventilator after this cause HOLY SHIIIII-

Ahhhh! I’ve been waiting for so long, so curious about it and you absolutely made the dream reality @midgardian-witch I’m doing a horny standing ovation.

Omg I’m gonna need 10 business days or more to recover from this istg

Also you’re welcome! My pleasure helping you! I’m always here 🫶🏼 and I’m immediately sending this to my kinky translator council! Haha

Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You

Inspired by these anon asks

Jake is playing puppy for the first time and he likes it more than he is willing to admit. But how could he not with such a wonderful Mistress like yourself?

AO3

tags: established relationship | sub!Jake | Dom!Reader | female Reader with a vagina | puppy play | muzzle | leash and collar | bratty Jake | scent kink | penetration | cunnilingus | cum eating

ships: Jake Lockley/Reader

word count: 2.8k

Part of Fran's Mini Kinktober 2024

AN: a huge thanks to @faretheeoscar for helping with the translations! I literally could not have done it without you and your council of friends 💙 and just as much love goes to the wonderful @silvernight-m for keeping me motivated through writing this and for her AMAZING ART FOR THIS FIC 💙

Maybe he's imagining things but he swears he can smell your arousal from across the room, your desire clinging to the air like a perfume, cloying yet irresistible. He's unsure if he's allowed to look up at you, to consume your body with his eyes, so he keeps his head down. Instead he tries to get lost in his other senses: the soft sound of leather creaking as you shift your position on the old chaise lounge on the other side of the room, the feeling of his knees digging into the carpet and the heaviness of both the collar around his neck and the muzzle you had strapped to his face.

It’s humiliating. A fucking muzzle. Like he’s some dumb mutt you picked up on the streets. If it wasn’t for that damn muzzle he could just get up and walk over and bury his face where your scent was the sweetest and just- His fingers twitch and his eyes widen in realization.

You hadn’t tied him down.

He could just get up and simply take what he wanted. He doesn’t need to just kneel there and wait for whatever you had planned.

As soon as the thought forms in his head his body moves. Eagerly Jake gets up from his position down on the ground, his eyes facing forward and he sees you for the first time since you told him to kneel and wait for instructions. He can’t take in much of your appearance, his attention caught instead by the leather leash held tightly in your hands.

“Down.”

He freezes in his tracks. Jake hasn’t heard you speak since the beginning of your little game and the sudden sound of your voice hits him like a train. It takes a moment for him to gather himself before his stunned expression switches to anger. “I’m not your dog! I’m-”

“I said: down,” you repeat, your voice eerily calm with just a hint of a threat; the or else implied.

His legs give out under him and Jake falls to the ground, his knees hitting the carpet with a dull thud. He wants to argue back, to say something but when he looks up at you again the words die on his tongue. You glower at him and with just that look his throat grows tight. Jake chokes on a whimper and quickly looks back down, fixing his posture so he is resuming the position you had guided him into earlier, his cock hanging heavy between his naked thighs.

Jake grits his teeth, seething at his own reaction. If you would simply do something, anything. The quiet, the stillness, the fucking waiting has him go stircrazy. And now he is even closer to you, kneeling right by your feet like he’s your fucking lapdog. 

He was right though, even from across the room, and now that he is closer it’s even clearer: he can smell your arousal and it’s divine. It makes his head spin. The things he would do for you to let him taste you, to let him bury his tongue in your wet cunt and suck on your clit like it’s candy. His cock is twitching just thinking about it. He wants to bite into your plush thighs, your ass, your tits and fuck you until you see stars. 

A pathetic whine escapes his throat as his hips buck forward, his mind conjuring pictures of you two fucking like animals. You click your tongue at him and his head jerks upward, eyes focused on you. 

“You’re already panting for it like a bitch in heat,” you sneer, “No self-control.” Jake swallows another whine, closes his eyes and tries to collect himself. He just needs to give you a little push so you’d take off this damn muzzle and let him bury his face between your legs. A few deep breaths later he opens his eyes again to stare at you, a defiant smirk splayed across his lips. “Maybe you should have trained me better then, mí Ama,” he counters. He notices with glee that your eye twitches in response. He can almost hear you grinding your teeth and it makes his stomach do a little flip. Just the thought of your teeth against his skin, biting, claiming has him dizzy with want.

“Cheeky pup,” you purr softly, an edge to your voice that makes him shudder with the implications. His eyes are drawn to your hands as you wrap the leash around them just to unwrap it again, a slow, mesmerizing motion. “Are you feeling restless, puppy? Is that why you are mouthing off like a street mutt?” You lean forward and loosely put the leash around his neck, letting it hang across his shoulders and pull him closer. Jake instinctively tries to rub his cheek against your knee but the muzzle is in the way, blocking him from making skin contact. A frustrated growl reverberates from his throat and he leans his forehead against your knee instead. 

“Behave,” you hiss as he continues to growl like an angry dog. His eyes flick up to you and with bared teeth he hisses back: “Make me.” Harshly you grab him by the O-ring of his collar and drag him up to your eye level. “Do you want me to put you into the cage and leave you there alone? Or are you going to be a good boy for me?” 

His eyes widen in barely concealed terror. The cage was the worst punishment - his broad form locked away in a tiny dog cage, left alone with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him. If your threat was serious then Jake had really pushed too far. If.

He grits his teeth, his gaze hardening. You’re bluffing; you had to be. All he needs is to get a fucking taste of your delicious cunt and he’ll play your obedient lap dog all you want. “I’ll be good if you take this fucking muzzle off,” Jake growls, aggressively pushing his muzzled face between your thighs and taking a deep breath, “I can smell how wet you are, mí Ama. Just let me get my mouth on you.” You spread your thighs wider and he almost whimpers with joy as he rubs his muzzled face against your clothed pussy. He’s so close. You smell so good and he fucking needs it.

He knows he went too far when you click your tongue disapprovingly. “I give you an inch and you're taking a mile.” The disappointment in your voice makes him flinch. Your deft fingers find purchase in his hair and you pull him away from you. “You don’t get to make demands here,” you spit, with venom on your tongue, as your disappointment turns to anger and Jake has the urge to lay down on his stomach and beg for forgiveness. A low whine vibrates through the back of his throat. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” he whimpers, “Please, mí Ama.”

You remove the leash from his neck and tighten it between your hands. “You're nothing more than a disobedient dog,” you smack the soft leather against your palm, the sound echoing like a thunder strike, making Jake flinch. “An animal driven by it's most basic instincts,” you pull his head back by his hair and attach the leash to his collar, “You want my pussy? You're not getting a taste until you're a good puppy and fuck me like the dog you are.” He watches you stand up and slowly strip off your clothing, his poor, neglected cock throbbing with every piece hitting the floor. 

You’re letting him fuck you. He can’t think beyond that, whining and pawing at your naked body, just for you to push him back down to his knees. “Silly puppy,“ you purr, “Thinking with nothing but your cock, isn’t that so?” You reach down and give his cock a little squeeze, small bolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. Jake moans pathetically, his hips snapping forward, desperately trying to fuck your hand, but you pull away before he can get any more friction than you allow. “Mí Ama, please. Please let me fuck you,” he begs, precum pooling at his frenulum and slowly dripping down his shaft, “Me voy a portar bien, voy a ser un chico bueno.”

You turn around and kneel down in front of him, resting your upper body on the leather chaise lounge. His eyes roam over your naked form, your perfect ass and thighs, your back towards him, so much skin he could taste and bite and mark. An insistent tug on his collar pulls him out of his thoughts. “Come on, puppy.” You’re watching him over your shoulder, the leash held tightly in your hands, “Fuck me.” You pull him closer by the leash and Jake stumbles forward. His hands hover over your hips, a low whine in his throat as he hesitates. You watch him, bemused, “Go on, fuck your Mistress.” With trembling hands Jake grabs the base of his cock, guiding it towards your entrance. He slides his member between your slick folds and fuck you’re so wet that he can’t help himself but rut against your cunt, panting like bitch in heat. Another sharp tug launches him forward, his breath caught in his throat as his collar gets pulled with the leash. “I told you to fuck me,” your voice shoots like lightning though his system. Jake nods frantically, “Sí mí Ama. Perdóname,” he pants as he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You’re so wet; he sinks into you with one stroke, burying himself inside to the hilt and dragging a low moan from your throat. 

It's overwhelming, your wet heat gripping him so tightly. His fingers dig into your hips as he starts pumping into you from behind. “Se siente tan rico, toda tu eres divina.” he groans reverently. He won't last long with how good you feel around his cock, how gorgeous you look bend over the chaise lounge, how fucking sexy you sound. There is no rhythm to his movements, just animalistic need as he mounts you. The moans and cries spilling from your mouth only urge him on further. 

With a harsh tug on the leash he is pressed against you, chest to back. In that moment Jake wants nothing more than to lick the sweat off of your skin, to kiss and mark and bite but all he can do is nuzzle against your shoulder blades with his muzzle. He whines like a dog begging for scraps. “Por favor, quítamelo. Quítame esto,” he pleads, his hips stuttering. Your pussy clenches and flutters around him and it's too much. He can't hold back, his balls growing tighter the closer he gets to his peak. He just needs and needs and needs.

“You can come,” you gasp, sounding like you are already close to your own climax, “Come for me, puppy.” One hand snakes from your hip to your stomach, pulling you closer towards him as he snaps his hips forward, drilling his cock into you frantically. “Gracias. Gracias. Gracias,” he babbles against your neck, desperation coating his voice like honey. He’s desperate to come, thrusting into you with reckless abandon. With the way you are crying out for him he's sure he's hitting the right spot, the one that leaves you writhing and panting, seeing stars. With one more hard thrust you come around his cock, the tight squeeze of your cunt sending Jake over the edge too. With a shuddering groan he spills his seed deep inside of you. You're both gasping for air and it takes all of his energy to not collapse right on top of you, instead trying to keep steady by holding onto the chaise lounge.

He stays like this, pressed close to you, inside you, your chests heaving in one rhythm. Jake nuzzles into your neck from behind, the leather of his muzzle dragging over your sweat soaked skin. “Te amo,” he groans, his voice sounding hoarse. “I love you too, Jake.” From this position he can't see your face but he can hear a smile in your voice. A soft rumble reverberates from his chest, something close to a pleased purr. “You’ve been so good for me, pet.” His ears perk up at your praise, your sweet words like a drug to him. “How about I give you a treat? But you’ll need to pull out first, baby.” He hums in affirmation even though he’d love to stay like this for at least a while longer. But the promise of a treat makes him agree easily. Gently he pulls out of you, some of his cum leaking out of your pussy and Jake chokes down a possessive growl. “Down, boy,” you say with a grin, though he knows it's just as much an order as it is meant to tease. 

He leans back and returns to his kneeling position. He watches you get up and stretch for a bit, the vast expanse of your naked back and perfect ass makes him swallow hard so he doesn't drool all over himself - especially since he can see his own cum slowly running down between your gorgeous thighs. Before he can go down the rabbit hole of why that sight wakes something primal in him you turn around and resume your place atop the chaise lounge, legs spread so he can fit comfortably between them as you drag him forward by his leash.

Jake stumbles forward on his knees, barely keeping his balance. The way he looks at you, eyes wide and shining, he does resemble a sweet little puppy. You lean forward, your hands finding the back of his head. With deft fingers you open the clasps holding the muzzle in place. “You’ve been such a good puppy. We can remove this now so you can enjoy your treat,” you explain while Jake is almost vibrating out of his skin now that he can finally put his mouth on you soon. Gently you remove the muzzle from his head and place it next to you on the chaise lounge. He licks his lips as you just watch him for a moment, taking in his face - now free of the leather construct keeping him caged. “There is my pretty pup,” you coo, fingers tracing over his features like he is a precious marble statue. His lips twitch in a satisfied smirk as he preens under your praise. 

“You want your treat now?” He nods eagerly and you chuckle. “Since you asked for it so much you get to taste my pussy and clean up the mess you made. Do you like that, pet?” Jake chokes on a whine, “Sí, sí mí Ama.” He quickly bridges the gap between you two and captures your lips in a kiss. You moan into his mouth, eagerly letting his tongue slip between your lips. It's passionate, loving and just what you need as you are still catching your breath after your shared orgasm. 

Jake breaks the sensual kiss to explore more of you with his mouth and lips and tongue. His kisses travel down your chin and neck, further down to your breasts and stomach until he kneels between your thighs again. Eagerly he dives between your spread legs, kissing your mound before dragging his tongue between your folds. The mixed taste of you hits his tongue and he groans in pleasure. Like a starved man he licks and sucks on your pussy, swallowing down your juices and the last traces of his own cum. You moan weakly, the sound almost drowned out by Jake’s slurping noises. You push his head down and away from your sensitive clit, the potential overstimulation too much for you to handle right after your orgasm.

Once the last drop of his cum is cleaned out of your cunt he stays there, nuzzled between your thighs, his mind silent and his heart content. You quietly pet his head, locks of hair twirled between your fingers. “You were wonderful,” you whisper, “The muzzle wasn't too bad, was it?” Jake hums quietly in agreement and looks up at you with a soft smile. “Think we can add it to our list? Or do you prefer this being a one time thing?” you ask as you carefully remove the leash and his collar. Jake sighs softly at the loss, resting his head against your thigh. “You can add it,” he mumbles, “I like-...I liked it.” His eyelids feel heavy as the adrenaline of the session wears off but he keeps his eyes fixed on you. “Did you? Like it?” You chuckle. “Oh I loved it, baby. I might even like it more than the cuffs.” Suddenly Jake bursts out laughing. “Ah, mi corazón. That means a lot. Fuck, you’re gonna keep me in that thing all the time now, aren't you?” 

There it is, that cheeky grin, that mischievous spark. Not your puppy but your Jake.

“You’ll have to wait and find out."

[ramen-flavored]

[wistericals]

x reader fanfic writers please just know that i love you thanks and good night

[eyelessfaces]

grey haired oscar. reblog if you agree

[themooonhauntsyou]

steven grant 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[fitzarts]

Marc

[buckyssugarchick]

“The Moon Haunts You.”

Khonshu baby, the only thing that haunts me is this video. 😭😭😭

[bowie-frommars]

THIS IS WHAT HE'S DOING WHEN HE ISN'T HARASSING OUR BOYS??!

[chuutu]

♡ p!links with the moon boys ♡

18+ NSFW

you love to test jake's patience to see how far you can get before he takes matters into his own hands, giving you the punishment you so desperately need

giving marc a well-deserved handjob

on the off chance when steven gets the chance to finger you, he makes sure to take his time to indulge in the way your cunt takes in his fingers

always acting like a brat with jake gets you some rough pussy slaps when he's getting you off

steven looks forward to the nights where you jack him off and help him forget about everything

marc lives to breed you, making sure to pump you full and fuck his cum deeper into your cunt, hoping to soon see your stomach all plump and round

when jake roughly pounds into your cunt, he gives you the prettiest belly bulge

it's always fun to record yourself sucking off steven to watch him get flustered when you beg him to watch it back with you

marc loves to handcuff you and fuck you stupid

recently the tasks with khonshu have had jake extremely stressed, so you take it upon yourself to let him fuck your throat raw in hopes of giving him some sort of relief

steven's favorite reward is when you tie down his arms and desperately ride his face

a/n : I hope to write something in the future for the moon boys if enough people are interested in this post, hope you all enjoy 🍮

feel free to reblog and leave a comment <3

[multific]

Through Shadow and Light

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/ Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Marc fears love, Steven longs for it, and Jake doesn’t trust it, but you are the one who ties them all together. 

Marc had always been afraid of love.

To him, it was dangerous, something fragile, fleeting, and bound to be taken away.

Steven, on the other hand, craved it in every way.

He wanted affection, connection, a love that would last.

And Jake?

Jake didn’t trust love.

He had seen enough of the world’s cruelty to know love could be a weapon, sharpened and aimed right at the heart where it hurt the most.

But you? You were the one thing that tied them all together.

At first, they tried to keep their distance in their own ways.

Marc avoided deep conversations, keeping things casual.

Safe.

Steven wanted to open up but held himself back, afraid of being too much.

Jake lingered in the shadows, watching, waiting for the moment when everything would fall apart.

Except it never did.

It was the small things that changed them.

The way you never flinched when Marc pulled away, instead waiting patiently for him to come back.

The way you matched Steven’s excitement over the smallest things, listening to his rambles about history and mythology with genuine interest.

The way you saw Jake, not as a shadow or a threat, but as someone just as worthy of love.

One night, it all came to a head.

Marc had returned from a mission, bruised and battered, barely speaking as he locked himself in the bathroom.

You left him there for a couple minutes, giving him the space he needed before you went and knocked on the door with a gentle voice. “Marc?”

A long pause, and then the door creaked open just enough for you to see his tired eyes.

“You don’t have to talk,” you assured him. “Just let me stay.”

He exhaled slowly before opening the door wider, allowing you in.

You didn’t press, didn’t demand answers.

 You just sat beside him, your presence enough to help him when everything else felt like it was slipping away.

Then there was Jake.

He had always been the hardest to reach.

The most guarded.

But one night, after a particularly brutal mission, you caught him staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You’re waiting for me to leave,” you said softly.

Jake tilted his head, intrigued. “Aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.”

He studied you for a long moment before scoffing, and shaking his head. “You should.”

“But I won’t.”

And that was that.

No grand declarations, no promises you couldn’t keep. Just a simple truth that settled deep inside him, unwilling to be ignored.

The next time he appeared, he let you touch his face, fingers ghosting over the scar on his jaw.

He didn’t flinch away.

Over time, the walls they built began to crumble.

Marc started reaching for you first, resting his forehead against yours after long nights, his way of silently asking for comfort.

Steven no longer hesitated to pull you into his arms, murmuring how much he loved you against your skin.

And Jake?

Jake no longer fought love like it was the enemy.

He let it in. He let you in.

One evening, as you lay in their arms, Marc’s fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm, he spoke quietly. “You know you’re the only thing keeping us sane, right?”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I really don't do much. You give me too much credit.”

He shifted, and now Steven hummed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Maybe love isn’t so bad after all.”

And in that moment, in the quiet warmth of your embrace, they all knew, they belonged to you, and they never wanted to let go.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[lokischickadee]

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

[lostalioth]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

→ premise: it was meant to be just a simple quick visit to your sweet boyfriend at work, a regular thing on your days off, something steven looked forward to. especially when the both of you snuck off to the bathroom.

→ pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, against the wall sex, bathroom sex so semi-public sex, creampie, nicknames [baby, love, darling]

→ a/n: kinktober 11

It was merely meant to be a short visit to Steven, your lovely boyfriend, at his job in the gift shop. You just missed him and wanted to see him, you didn't intend for it to end with the two of you sneaking off the bathroom.

“Darling I really need to get back to work, my boss won't like that I'm gone so long” he groaned out, his voice soft as his breath fanned across the back of your neck. His body betrays his words however as he makes no move to stop pinning you against the bathroom wall. His hands grab onto your hips as he drills into form behind. Your chest up against the cold tile wall, your hips bouncing off of his making a slapping sound that filled the echoey bathroom alongside your whines. Your knees grow weaker and weaker the closer you get and the faster and harder Steven thrusts inside you. “Mm baby please just a little longer im s’close” you whimper out about too loudly, the words slurred as your head was going hazier from the pleasure.

Steven's large hands leave your hips, one comes up to cup over your mouth muffling your loud moans, the other drifts between where your bodies are connected and rubs at your clit. “As heavenly as you sound love you‘re gonna get me fired if you aren't quieter” his voice trembles as he can feel you clench around him in response to him silencing you. His eyes screw shut in bliss as he can feel your cunt trying to milk his release from his aching cock. “Gonna cum baby oh fuck-” your words come out mumbled and broken from beneath his hand though Steven can hear you enough to understand.

“Cum for me darling” he moans out, his hips speeding up even faster trying to push you right over that edge. His cock hitting just right deep inside you and his thumb playing with your bundle of nerves you cum hard on his cock. Biting your lip to help further muffle the wanton moan that threatens to escape, it comes out as a strangled desperate whine instead. “Good girl baby, fuck im gonna cum okay love?” He grunts out as his hips falter in rmyth fucking you through your high. With an almost pathetic sounding whine leaving his lips, Steven’s orgasm hit him, shooting hot ropes of cum inside you. After a minute or two when the both of you catch your breath he slowly pulls out, the mixture of his cum and your own leak out of you, trailing down your thigh.

“Maybe you should visit me at work more often darling” he chuckles softly and leans down to kiss at your exposed shoulder. You smile sweetly at him as he quickly works at cleaning you up best he can before he goes back off to work with a short but loving goodbye kiss.

→ a/n: i have never written for steven, this is really short and kinda ass as i rushed it cause its like 2 days later than when i wanted to post this, im trying to get back on track and not fall further behind so there will hopefully be another kinktober day posted today as well.

[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[hellsenthero]

Kinktober Day 5: Overstimulation

Moon Knight System X Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

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You smile up at your sweet, sweet boyfriend. His brown eyes wide with adoration. Just looking up at his little dopey smile, you know that it's Steven that's fronting.

"Enjoy your nap, love?"

"Yeah," you answer as you nuzzle your face into his palm. He's leaning over you, one hand propping himself up while the other gently cups your face.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for a while now." Steven admits.

"Oh?" Steven nods, his dark hair falling in front of his face. "You have something planned?" You ask.

Steven shrugs a shoulder before leaning down and kissing you softly. "Not really, just miss your company."

"You were napping with me, Steven." You laugh out.

"Yeah, but I want more." You don't need to ask what more means. You can tell by the way Steven trails his lips down your neck, mouthing at your pulse point.

"Is someone feeling a little needy?" You tease.

"No." Steven says.

"Oh, so I guess I can get on with my day then?" You ask as you push Steven away from your neck. You nearly coo at the little whine he let's out.

"Yes," Steven admits quickly. He's always quick to fold. "I'm needy. Been missing you."

"Baby," you coo. "That's all you had to say."

No more words are spoken for a while as Steven trails his hands up your shirt. Skimming his fingers up your naked torso. He nips and sucks at your neck like a child with their pacifier. Your own hands run up his naked back, trailing through the ends of his hair and lightly pulling. You're quick to capture the moan Steven let's out with your mouth.

"Bloody hell," Steven breathes out as he pulls away from the kiss. His hands make their way to your underwear, having taken your pants off before getting into bed earlier for your nap."I need you, darling."

"You got me, baby." You tell him as you shimmy out of your underwear. They're damp with your arousal and Steven is quick to toss them off the bed along with his own.

"Just wanna be in you, love." Steven admits.

"Go for it." You tell him, but he's quick to shake his head.

"No, love. Gotta prep you, yeah."

"Steven," you whine as he slips a finger inside of you.

"Been waiting for this for a while." Steven tells you as he thrusts his finger inside of you. He adds a second finger when you start to tilt your hips down towards his hand. "Now you gotta wait just a bit, love."

"Steven," you warn. Wanting nothing more than his cock in you right now.

"Almost there, love."

After adding a third finger and thoroughly teasing you, Steven slips his fingers out of you and lines his cock up at your entrance. He's slow to push in, much unlike his alters, Steven likes to take his time entering you.

"Oh God," You moan.

"Not God, love, just me." Steven says rather cheekily.

You laugh as you move to meet his thrust. "I need you to pick up the pace."

"You got it love." Steve says and true to his word, his next thrust comes faster and harder than the last. "Like that?"

"Yes," You hiss in pleasure as Steven continues to fuck you. When it comes to sex, hard and fast isn't typically Steven's style. But he likes anything that brings you pleasure and today that's this. "So good, Stevie."

"Oh love," Steven coos. "Feel so good wrapped around me. Gonna make me come."

"Do it." You order.

"Not without you. Gotta make you come."

"I'm close," you whine. "So close." Your hands grab onto Steven's ass, pulling him in closer. "Gonna come, Stevie."

"Oh love, come for me." Steven begs. You moan and cry out as you reach your climax, crying Steven's name just as you feel him reach his own end, filling you up with his spend.

You expect Steven to pull out next. To get started on cleaning the two of you up and laying down for cuddles. But instead he's lifting your legs over his shoulders, his cock still hard inside of you.

"Steven!" You shout as his cock hits even deeper into you.

"Try again." A deep voice orders. You look up to meet your boyfriend's gaze and you can tell that Steven is no longer the one looking back at you. Marc is fronting now and he doesn't seem to be satisfied the way Steven was.

"Marc," you lament.

"There we go." Marc chuckles. "Thought you were done?" He asks.

"Wasn't expecting you." You tell him truthfully.

"Oh, would you rather Steven come back?" He asks. Despite his hard cock inside of you, you know that if you said yes that Marc would get Steven back in the body instantly.

"No, as long as he's not upset. I know he likes our down time after sex."

"He does," Marc says as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you. "But he's happy to watch, too." Marc leans down and kisses you. It's different from Steven, harder, but still tender. "Let's give him a show."

You can't help but cry out in shoke and pleasure as Marc gives a hard thrust into your channel. Your hand comes down to grab the meat of his thigh and your sure that the both of you are going to have bruises from each other once this is done. "You know," Marc grunts as he fucks you. His hair falls into his eyes but he doesn't move it, his hands stay wrapped tightly around your ankles, holding them over his shoulders. "I've been watching for a while now. Watching you moan and cry for Steven."

"Oh fuck," you babble. Your eyes close in pleasure for a moment before opening back up and meeting Marc's dark gaze.

"All I could think while I watched you get split a part on his cock was that I could do a better job."

"Marc!" You cry as you quickly reach your second orgasm. Still sensitive from Steven, you're quick to climax a second time.

"Now I gotta show him how a real man does it." Marc says before crashing his mouth onto yours. Your kiss is dirty, a mess of teeth and tongues. Your hands reach up for his dark strands of hair, pulling and grabbing.

"So good, Marc. So good." Your words are slurred with pleasure, more babbling than anything. But Marc answers you still.

"Gonna come inside of you, baby. Gonna pump you full. You'll be leaking with me."

"Fuck Marc please!" You beg.

"Fuck baby, take it!" Marc orders. His grip on you tightens as he reaches his end. "Fucking take my cock, take my come!" Marc groans as he comes inside of you. Leaning down his his face buried in your neck. Marc pulls his cock free of you and you whine at the emptiness despite feeling the beginnings of being overstimulated. You don't register that he's moved again until you feel a mouth at your entrance, a tongue licking up the come that leaks out of you.

"Fuck!" You cry as you jolt back, further into the pillows. "Too much!"

The licking stops for a moment before you hear your boyfriend speak. But it's not Marc that speaks this time, but Jake. "Common princess, you can handle it. Just tryna clean you up a bit." You don't get a chance to answer before you feel Jake's mouth back at you entrance, lucking and sucking you clean. You squirm away, for back into the headboard, but Jake is quick to grab onto your legs and pull you back to were he kneels between your open legs. He doesn't appreciate you trying to take away his little treat and pinches your thigh in warning. "Stop moving." He orders before he continues to suck your fucking soul out of your body.

"Jake!" You yell. You yell loud enough for the neighbour's to hear, no doubt giving them the idea you're having one hell of a foursome. Your next release comes so fast it's nearly painful. There's no more of the slow, teasing buildup. "Too much," you sob just as Jake pulls away from between your legs. His right hand rubs you leg gently, a stark contrast to his attitude earlier.

"Too much?" He asks with a faux pout.

"Too much, Jake."

"Okay, " Jake says softly. "In that case just one more then." You don't get a chance to answer before his mouth is back on you. Licking and sucking and devouring. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know that your boyfriend is full of his when he says just one more, but you can't complain. Not too much, at least. Not when he's making you feel so good. Your body is limp and your half conscious by the time your faith, six? Climax comes barrling through you. Jake's mouth must be sore, he's been at it for a long time, but he doesn't say so.

"Too much." You whimper. Your limp hand gives a weak attempt at pushing Jake's head away, but it quickly falls flat on the bedsheets.

"I know, princess. All done." You breath out at the promise of an end. You're more than ready to take another nap now, to go back to sleep and not wake up for hours. You're just about to do so when your boyfriend's voice has you peaking your eyes open at him. "We're all done." He promises again. "Just as soon as I get one more from you." He says with a smirk before diving back into your center.