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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Wash Day With The Moonknight Boys

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None, if it wasn't obvious these are self indulgent fluff PALACES

Genre: fluff

Summary: What wash day is like when the moonknight boys drop by for a visit

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You toss the last bit of hair into your wastebin as you finish taking down your braids.

"Hey, y/n, where are ya sweetheart?" You hear from your living room. Oh. You didn't even hear the sliding door to your balcony open. Apparently your one of your boyfriends is getting much better at sneaking in. It was Marc's voice shouting for you but it's equally likely that Jake had gotten in for him.

"Bedroom!" You shout back, pausing the series you started to get through taking out your hair.

"What're you doing babe?" Marc leans against your doorframe.

"It's wash day so- I just finished taking down my braids." You say standing from the floor to greet him with a kiss.

"Wash day, huh?" He hums.

"Yeah, what brings you by?" You ask.

"Nothing specific, we just missed you. Hope we're not inconveniencing you too much."

"You're never inconveniencing me, don't be ridiculous. Hi Steven, hi Jake, by the way."

"Hello love." Steven smiles quickly.

"You guys are so much better at switching these days." You muse.

"It helps that we aren't hiding from each other anymore. Hello mi vida." Jake shrugs with a lazy smirk.

"Yeah that might help." You giggle.

"So, reinita, what're your plans for the evening? Just washing your hair?" Jake asks.

"Well, that alone is going to take an hour, but I do also have to do something after so that it's manageable tomorrow."

"Are you braiding it again?" Steven's back now, always the most inquisitive.

"Not in the immediate future. I think I'll wear it out for a bit." You shrug.

"Really?"

"Yes lovely."

"Mm I love when you wear your hair out." Marc hums.

"I didn't realize you've seen my hair out?" You frown.

"You know just because you didn't meet me right away doesn't mean I didn't see you before you knew about us."

"I mean I know but in the beginning I hardly wore it out even around Steven. I think I had braids when we met."

"You did." He nods. "I'd like to backtrack though, you said washing your hair takes an hour?"

"Yes."

"Wait how long do the braids take then?"

"To put in or take out?" You laugh.

"Both?"

"Depends on the style. The braids I just had take like 5 hours to put in by myself on a good day and maybe 4 to take out because I can cut them and do much less unbraiding than braiding. But of course that's if I don't get distracted or hungry. Usually I just dedicate a whole day to anything hair related." You shrug.

"Oh- do you just always plan it around whenever we're occupied with Khonshu?"

"No actually that's usually just coincidence, but I do try to make sure we're not supposed to have plans that day. Like today."

"We're really sorry-"

"Don't apologize Steven. I already said you weren't a bother. I love that you all came to surprise me. I just have to wash my hair first then we can order food and watch a movie once I've finished." You say.

"Wait what should I do while you wash your hair?" Steven asks.

"Uh I got some new books on the shelf if you wanna check them out. Or you could watch something, I'm not sure Steven there's 3 of you I'd hope you can manage the hour my love." You chuckle.

"We can manage he's just clingy my vida." Jake rolls his eyes.

"Be nice now Jakey, I love Steven just as he is. Don't make him feel bad about it." You nudge him grabbing a spare t-shirt and your wide tooth comb.

"Sure thing. See you in an hour. Should I order food?"

"We'll wait to order since I'll be a while." You step into the bathroom. You take several minutes to soak your hair before you shampoo. After massaging your scalp for a while, you rinse it out. You cut the water off and put conditioner in your hair. You hear a knock on the bathroom door once you start working through your hair with a comb.

"Are you done love?" Steven's voice is muffled through the door and you giggle.

"No, not yet. I did say I'd be a while lovely." You tell him.

"I know but I was grabbing a phone charger from your room and I heard the water stop."

"Yeah- because I'm about to spend at least 30 minutes detangling it and if I kept the water on it would surely go cold before I get out." You explain. You hear the door crack open before he speaks again.

"Thirty minutes?! That's so long to just stand in silence."

"Well usually I listen to music while I wash my hair but I didn't bring my speaker today so I was probably just going to sing or something."

"Did you want company?"

"You want to sit in the bathroom while I detangle my hair?" You stop detangling for a second to look towards him even though you can't see him through the shower curtain.

"Only if you'd like, to help pass the time, you know? I can talk about our assignment for Khonshu last night, or work today, or the book I've been reading lately. I can also grab your speaker if you'd rather just-"

"You can stay Steven. Come on in baby." You say with a smile. Marc and Jake make fun of him for being clingy but you actually think his tendencies are cute. Even if it means he wants to hang with you while you wash your hair. It's endearing, even if he won't outwardly say it, that he wants to be close to you at all times.

"What should I talk about then?"

"You had a mission for Khonshu yesterday?"

"Yes, I was off work and Jake was bored so, ended up basically running an errand."

"Was it interesting at all?" You ask.

"More interesting than doing nothing but as far as missions for him go, it was very tame." Steven says.

"I hope that silly old bird is being nice to you all." You hum.

"He's not any worse than he's ever been. Still a cranky old deity." He laughs.

"Well tell me about this errand Jake had to run." You tell him. Steven launches in a retelling of their latest Khonshu mission while you finish detangling your hair.

"I'm turning the shower back on but keep talking baby." You tell him once you're finished taking knots out of your hair and scrubbing your skin with bodywash.

"Oh- has it been a half hour already?" Steven asks.

"Probably. I mean I did start before you came in here but I only know how much time I've been in here when I have music to mark the passage of time." You say rinsing first your body and then your hair. When you finally push back the shower curtain and grab your towel Steven is smiling at you.

"Hi." He says.

"Hello, I'd ask if you miss me but, you were in here for half the time I was here." You giggle, tying your t-shirt around your hair to dry yourself off.

"I didn't realize how much effort goes into your hair." Steven tells you.

"I don't usually talk about it. It's never really comes up, but I mean if you have any questions you can ask." You say leaving the bathroom. Steven follows you to your room.

"I don't have anything to ask right now but I'll keep that in mind. Should we order food now?"

"Sure, what do you want?" You ask putting on lotion and looking for clothes. You throw on a pair of shorts and one of your hoodies before Steven answers. "Steven?" You frown at him.

"Steven and Jake are arguing. We're ordering pizza because it'll be another hour before they agree on something." Marc says.

"Alright, pizza it is." You laugh grabbing your phone. You order a large pizza for you to share with them and walk out to the living room with Marc behind you.

"I can't believe Steven sat in there talking your ear off while you washed your hair." Marc muses sitting on the couch.

"Don't start. You know I think it's cute." You smack is arm as you sit beside him and turn the TV on.

"You're so soft on him."

"Because he's my boyfriend? Just like you and Jake- don't pretend I'm not soft to all of you." You roll your eyes.

"I don't need soft." Marc scoffs.

"You sure about that?" You ask carding your fingers through his hair.

"Now that isn't fair." He says with a pout as he instinctively leans into your touch.

"I'm soft, no one said anything about fair." You smile unwrapping your hair to dry it with the shirt you tied it in.

"Don't you own a blow dryer?" Marc asks.

"I do, somewhere, but I try not to use it if I can help it. Air drying is the best way so I usually stick with that. Especially since it'll have all night to dry completely after I twist it later." You shrug. Marc takes the t-shirt from you and takes over drying your hair.

"You're gonna twist it later? Won't that take a while?"

"Depends on how many. It usually takes an hour or so and they don't have to be super nice because I'm gonna take them out in the morning. It's just to keep it from tangling while it dries so it's not a nightmare to style tomorrow." You shrug.

"No wonder you dedicate an entire day to hair related activities." Marc snorts. You're a little surprised to notice he's mimicking what you'd been doing to dry your hair. You know he pays attention to detail when it comes to you but he picked it up rather quickly, even for him.

"I can't help but wonder how long you thought all this stuff that I do takes." You muse.

"I've never thought about it really? Steven says 'not nearly as long as it does take' and Jake has never given it much thought either."

"Right well, as they say, you learn something new everyday I guess." You shrug.

"Is twisting it hard?"

"Not at all actually. It's easier than some of my protective styles that I keep in for extended periods of time."

"So- we could learn to do it, theoretically? If we wanted to help or something."

"You- could. Theoretically. Are you offering to help?" You ask with a small laugh.

"Maybe. Just wondering if it's even possible for us to help you."

"Of course it is. If any of you want to. But that'll be after we eat anyway." You shrug.

"Well- if we can, maybe we will."

"That would be very sweet of you." You muse. He mutters an affirmative as if he's reluctant to admit he wants to help. They're all so bad with words it's both hilarious and adorable.

"Your hair is- really nice. Very soft." He says dropping the t-shirt on the arm of the couch next to him.

"Thank you." You say. You run your fingers through your hair. It's not fully dry but you're sure the shirt is too wet to really take anymore moisture out of it so this will do for now. It'll probably be better by the time you eat and set out to teach your clueless boyfriends how to style your hair. You're as happy to include them in things as they are happy to be included- even if they don't outright say how much it means to them.

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marvelthottie · 1 year

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Competitive Streak - Finale

pairing: (MAIN) Jake Lockley x Black Reader, Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader

rating: explicit(18+ mdni)

summary: The boys are completing to see who could take you on the best date.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Mirror Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Slight Sugar Daddy if you squint (Jake takes care of his girl what can i say), Hair Pulling ( Reader has a silk press purr), Daddy Kink ( Reader calls Jake papi maybe 2-3 times)

You and Jake never really went on dates; okay thats a lie, you went out just never really an official date. He’d pick you up from work in his limo taking to some hole in the wall burger joint or wing spot. It would be days where he says he needs to go to the mall looking for a new coat and asking you to tag along. Anything Jake saw you pick up or take interest in he’d buy for you. So by the end of the trip he’d have a new coat and you’d have a brand new closet. There were times where you would send him a trailer of a movie or an exhibit coming soon and he’d send a only a thumbs up. You would think nothing of it until the day comes and he sends you a ticket confirmation email telling you to be ready before it starts. You never minded that he never explicitly spoke about your dates like Marc or Steven so it threw you for a loop when he said he wanted to take you out Friday at 7 you we’re surprised. Jake was taking you to a spanish bar he found from driving too many drunk people home from and decided to give it a try. It was different since Jake doesn’t like crowded areas but he knew you loved dancing. You were nervous though, you didn’t know spanish like Jake did, so you hoped it didn’t deter you from enjoying yourself.

When Jake picked you, he didn’t have his signature hat on which threw you for a loop but you knew it was him from the slick back hair and signature cologne.

“No cap?”, you questioned as you opened the door for him.

He didn’t reply at first closing the door behind him, he watched as you scrambled around your studio apartment. You were almost ready, grabbing some slides to put in your purse.

“Not tonight.” He answered, watching as you gave yourself on last look over in your floor length mirror and proceeded to him. He couldn’t help to way his eyes tracked your body, your brown skin glistening from your favorite body oil, from your hair to your makeup , to the barely there shirt, nipples poking through the fabric. From your mini skirt to which he wants to pull up to see if he’d find anything underneath to the boots he bought you last shopping trip.

“Mi reina, you must want to stay home looking that good.” Jake pulled you close, grabbing you hips laying light kisses on your neck, smelling your vanilla perfume.

You lightly gasped, feeling him grow hard against your thigh, you knew your outfit would rile him up. You haven’t enjoyed the night life in a while and you were ready for tonight.

“Baby, you promised me a night out; do not get distracted.” You pushed away from him, grabbing your purse. “Let’s go.”

When you arrived, there wasn’t much of a line, seeing as the place was fairly new. Jake look a seat at the bar, with you in between his legs. There was a band, playing various music and which you both swayed to the music. He bought you drinks, him two shots of tequila and you sangria. As the night went by and more drinks, you found yourself dancing more on the floor, Jakes eyes never leaving you. Swaying your hips, letting the music take ahold of you, you knew this place would be a new favorite. You found yourself opening you eyes catching Jake drinking and watching you with dark, lust filled eyes. He motioned for you to come here and who are you to deny him.

Once close he grabbed your jeweled hand, Jake always made sure you wore diamond bracelet when you were him, and dragged you off to bathroom.

You don’t know who kisses who first. After the door was locked ( thankfully a single stall bathroom and fairly clean), you both pounced, kissing each other with fiery passion. He lifted you up on the sink counter, pushing himself against you. You moaned tasting him, feeling him all over. You wanted him, whine low in your throat.

“Patience, mi reina.” Jake unzipped his pants, your mouth salivating at the sight. You loved their dick, thick and veiny, you could never get enough. You climbed off the sick bending slightly to take him in your mouth.

He hissed as you bobbed your head, hand jerking him from what you couldn’t take. You hummed slightly, as he rested his hand on your head the other bracing himself on the counter as to not crowd you. You found yourself gagging as you took as much as you can down your throat to which he groaned, gripping your hair. You moaned, loving when he pulls the strands, you knew he was always careful, knowing to never mess up a black woman’s hair but you liked it when he losing himself in the pleasure you give him.

“Okay, baby, get up here, mi vida”

He turned you towards the mirror, lifting your black skirt, groaning at the black thong greeting him. He moved it to the side, diving in.

Jake always ate your pussy like a man starved, like it was his last meal on earth, and you loved it. Eyes rolling back at the way he dived in, tongue pushing in and out of you. One hand thumbing at your clit, as the other spread you open so he could go deeper. You moaned, twisting, at the intense pleasure Jake was giving you.

“Fuck Jake, Yes, Yes, Please” You tried to keep your moans low, aching feeling that build up in you. He could always tell when you were close, two fingers replacing his tongue as he laid kissing on your thighs.

“Come for me baby, let go, I got you, come on my fucking fingers.”

Your stomach tightened, cumming letting out a loud moan, muffled from the sounds of the band still performing. Jake took his fingers out, licking the juicing you left behind, eyes meeting in the mirror. And for a second he was almost looking beyond you, then he smirked. “Marc’s enjoying the view baby, let’s give him a show.”

At that you flushed, becoming more aware of the mirror in front of you. You meet Jake’s eyes again, you both hissed as you pushed in you. You grabbing the counter at the stretch, moaning as he pushed his way in. He started slow, hips moving slightly as to warm you up, but you knew it would last long. Once you gave the go ahead he pounded in you, like he couldn’t get enough,hand gripping your hips making you arch with every thrust. You couldn’t control the moans slipping out of you slightly aware of the pounding knocks against the door.

Jake never cared though, he would take you when he wanted and where he wanted others be damned. One hand leaving your hips, grabbing the length of your black hair, drilling you like there was no tomorrow. You was aware of how went you was, squealing noises coming from your pussy.

“ You hear that, mi reina?”

“Yes papi,” You moaned, back arching at the pleasure pain from the tug.

“That pussy purring for me baby, it’s all mines, Marc’s so jealous right now, wishing it was him fucking you like this. Who’s is it, mi vida.”

“It’s yours papi, this pussy’s yours, fu—.” A deep moan cutting you off, as your second orgasm took over you, you tightened against him, to which he found himself letting go. Jake came deep inside of you, growling as you milked him, his chest against your back, holding you against him. You shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. As Jake pulled you thong in place, and cleaning himself up. You giggled sightly, looking at the mirror.

“What”, he questioned, smiling slightly.

“This is definitely taking first place”

He smirked, looking in the mirror, “Guess I’m the winner.”

#marc spector x black reader #jake lockley x black reader #steven grant x black reader #black y/n #series #black reader #competitive streak #black!fem!reader #black!reader #steven grant #black!y/n #steven grant x reader #moonkight #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #marc spector #marc spector x reader

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martine-the-demon · 2 years

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I have a head cannon that the dear reader has a child with Marc/Steven/Jake and as the babe gets older they refer to them either as Daddy for Steven, Dad for Marc and Papi for Jake or something like Daddy M, Daddy S and Daddy J

When the kiddo gets older they find that if they want certain things they’re better off asking different alters

Baby boy wants to go to a sleepover Marc and Jake are too helicopter “something bad is going to happen worse case scenario” parents but Daddy Steven can be convinced

Want to learn how to drive at 16 in order to get your license? Marc is the dad to ask

Want to get behind the wheel at 13? Papi Jake will let you drive the limo in a parking lot just don’t tell lol

#hc #moon knight #Marc Spector #Marc Spector x reader #marc spector x black reader #Steven grant #Steven grant x reader #Steven grant x black reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #Jake Lockley x black reader

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thembofics · 2 years

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the fact that you deadass put a gif of marc spector in that one headcanon post about aladdin and his avatar s/o is so funny to me bc oscar isaac and mena massoud look alike. it doesn't help that both the aladdin and moon knight fandoms are FUCKING UNITED BY ARABIAN NIGHTS 2019. WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE OTHER ALADDIN/MOON KNIGHT CROSSOVER FICS?

I may or may not have added the Marc Spector gif on purpose lol!

I agree! I'm so sad there are barely any Moon Knight/Aladdin fanfics. That's part of the reason why I decided to tackle the Aladdin x Khonshu's Avatar!Reader headcanon request. A fic where Aladdin meets the Moon Boys would be fun and hilarious to read!

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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We not stopping until he looks like this

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yoditopascal · 11 months

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My Jake

Pairings: Jake Lockley x afab!reader

Tags: SMUT MDNI,NOT BETA READ, unprotected sex, rough sex, dark!possessive Jake, overstimulation, jealous!Jake. It’s super short sorry y’all

a/n: I’ve been rewatching avatar and the way Neytiri says ‘ma Jake’ got to me

To say Jake Lockley was interested in you was an understatement. Mans had a borderline obsession.

He just had to know how you ticked and once he did he doubted he’d ever be able to let you go again.

Avatar to the god Anubis he first found himself fascinated in the fact that you couldn’t die. Through Marc and Steven’s eyes he’d seen you be stabbed, shot, had your throat slit and more and everytime you just healed and kept fighting. That’s what drew him to you, simple morbid curiosity. Your connection to the duat and the way you fought as an avatar was beautiful in the most poetic way he could think of. You essentially became a god of death, sucking the life out of evil with one touch, ferrying them to the afterlife to be judged for their wrong doings. He'd never seen anyone fight the way you did. And the emotions you expressed while you did it, he couldn’t wrap his head around why you wept for some of them but you did and it made him all the more curious about you. You were different.

Next was your love for Steven and Marc. Though platonic in nature you still gave them your heart in full. Steven was almost instantaneous, the man had you wrapped around his little finger with his puppy eyes and soft voice. To you he could do no wrong. Marc took a bit more work but after a few life or death missions together and the whole saving the world from Harrow fiasco Marc was just as much of a trusted friend as Steven was. Jake wasn’t sure if you could tell when he front and pretended to be Steven or Marc but whether you could tell or not you treated him just the same, voice just as sweet when you spoke to him and only him, touch just as delicate and as soft, sometimes he wished you would just hold his face in your palm and never let go something he’d usually never admit but you made him feel…different.

Lastly what drew him to you was jealousy. He saw how you looked at Layla when she wasn’t looking or how you hung onto every word she said. He also saw how she looked at you sometimes too, how she smiled shyly and looked at you through her lashes. He couldn’t let that slide.

Which was how you found yourself underneath him, tears in your eyes as you wailed with every aggressive thrust of his hips.

Hovering over you, his pupils blown with feral lust Jake grabs at your hips, desperate to anchor himself as he drove away savagely at your core.

A whine seeped from your lips, your skin felt like it was on fire, sensitive to his contact, burning touches following each placement of his long fingers.

“Give me one more cariño”

He was starting to lose himself in you, his hands continued to dig into you as his thrusts got harder, rougher, making a complete mess of the both of you, leaving bruised touches in his wake. He felt your pussy suck him in even more, cunt dripping with every movement he made.

Looking down he became mesmerized by the way he disappeared inside of you, another wail escaped from your lips as his thumb found your clit once more, refusing to let up as he rubbed furious little circles into it, body growing feverish under his gaze and from the intense pleasure you were experiencing.

“Give it to me cariño, I need one more.”

With every flick of his finger, hot pleasure rocks its way into the pit of your stomach, you cum quickly without warning with a scream, overwhelmed by his heavy body on top of you and overstimulation, causing him to pause but only for a second before he starts up again.

“Please my Jake, please”

You pleaded completely spent, lightly pushing against his abdomen in a weak attempt to get him to stop.

He ignored you, focusing instead on sucking along your breast with fervor. You reached up and tugged onto his hair hard, just enough to get him to listen to your pleas but he only grunted, continuing his menstruations as he ground himself into your core.

“So fucking wet for me hermosa, gimme one more.”

#moon knight x reader #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley smut #black reader #ma jake #my jake

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stars-before-sunrise · 11 months

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(HCs) The first time they come to your movie premiere

joel miller, miguel o'hara, bucky barnes, jake lockley, erik killmonger

reader is: female, actress

a/n: Imagine joel cleaning up and in a suit -- LORD.

Joel Miller

To say he was nervous was an understatement. It'd been the thousandth time that he fixed his tie, and somehow he could never get it right. To be honest, he thought the idea was stupid. Movie premieres, they're for movie stars, not a contractor like him. He wanted to try and fit in though, for you. Didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb and have you deal with the criticism the next day. "How you doin', handsome?" You had begged him to come with you, because you wanted the world to know this amazing man who's been making your world go crazy. Joel sighed. "I still think I shouldn't be doin' this, sweetheart." You stood next to Joel in your gown and took his arm. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw you. "You think I look good?" You asked. "Always." He smirked, "But I really can't wait to go home and take it off, darlin'."

Miguel O'Hara

Also a grumpy one here. He had a frown for the entire premiere. You're actually sure that your manager didn't give you more interviews because of how intimidating he looked. But you also couldn't deny how good he looked in that suit. All black, tailored, and hugged his figure just right. "Hermosa, are you going to drool all over me for the entire night?" He smirked, whispering very closely to your ear while your pictures were taken together. "H-huh?" Miguel's arm around your waist reached lower and was now resting on your ass. "Miguel!" "Can't help it, you look too good." He kept an innocent smile. "Especially when you're looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you want me to fuck you right here while everyone else watches."

Bucky Barnes

Bucky was more scared than nervous. What if people started talking about his metal arm? What if they saw him as a monster? What if they started saying you didn't deserve him? What if you believed it? Bucky's suit covered his metal arm completely, and he decided to wear leather gloves to cover the rest. He didn't look happy at all, and it made you feel guilty for asking him to come. You approached him when you heard him sigh one more time. "Bucky," You held his gloved hand. "We can go, you know." He nodded, "Alright, I'm ready." "No, Buck, I mean we can leave." You looked into his eyes. Bucky was surprised. "Doll, what are you talking about? This is your movie premiere, we have to-" "I know, but.. I can see how this is worrying you. And you just recovered, so I don't want to put you in a compromising position." He then smiled, realizing he's the luckiest man in the world. To be able to have someone as incredible as you, who'd throw away something important just so he wouldn't get hurt. He truly didn't deserve you, but he saw that in a different light now. "I am so in love with you, doll."

Jake Lockley

You were nervous. Jake had a tendency to be... rough around the edges. And the fact that he had bruises from working for Khonshu the other night didn't help either. He looked like he got into a bar fight. "Amor, please." Jake stopped your hands trying to fix his hair. "I just.." You sighed. "I'm scared people might be scared of you." Jake chuckled. "Good. I want them to be." You had fully given up at that moment. Jake was being broody, dark, and just obviously in a terrible mood, while you tried your best to keep it cheerful. Especially since it's a happy occasion. What you didn't expect was the media calling you two Hades and Persephone the next day. "Looks like your plan to make the media dislike you didn't work, Jake -- oh sorry, Hades." Jake rolled his eyes but silently hid a smile. He kinda liked the attention, but he'd never admit it to you.

Erik Killmonger

He loved it. He loved the media, the attention, the flashes of the camera. He knew he looked good, and honestly he kinda stole your thunder. It made you slightly jealous, but damn, cameras just love him. Erik owned his look -- it was very... Killmonger. He promoted his Wakandan culture, included a few elements of the Black Panther, and he was getting interviews after interviews. You weren't sure you were there for your movie premiere anymore. "And this is your girlfriend?" The interviewer asked. "Yeah, this is my beloved." Erik pulled you closer to him. "Doesn't she look amazing?" "Yes, she does-" The interviewer paused. "Wait, aren't you the main character of this movie?" Your lips pressed into a thin line. "Yep. That's me. But somehow, my boyfriend here has done way more interviews than I have." Erik smirked. "Sorry babe, can't help it. I just look good."

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months

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The Man Next Door

Jake Lockley x plus size black female reader

This blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 4.1k

Summary: You've been eyeing your neighbor Jake for the last few months. A major even and discovery puts things into perspective. You make your move after the dots are filled in.

Warnings: Mentions of blood (various amounts), violence, one minor character death, sprinkles of Spanish, first aid, unprotected P in V (wrap it IRL), aftercare

Notes: My first Moon Knight fic! 🥰 It's been in the works for a bit. It's a half of a request for @megamindsecretlair I asked her what she wanted in it and she told me. We'll see if I delivered on that or not. 😄Dividers are designed by the wonderful @saradika-graphics ❤️

Main Masterlist / Moon Knight Masterlist/ Oscar Isaac characters

Sometimes he has blood on his hands, attempting to wipe it off with a rag, other times there are small drops of splatter on his chin and cheek as he gives you a morning nod before you head off to work.

He’s never without a drop of crimson on him, no matter what time of day you happen to spot him. It makes you keep your distance from him, not indulge in idle chatter like your other neighbors in your apartment building, ask to borrow items or even keep a package or two for you.

You’re curious about him, about Jake Lockley.

He’s been your next door neighbor for six months. You haven’t heard anyone in his apartment or seen anyone visit. It was odd, that you’re sure of. He only gets a few pieces of mail and seldom any packages. Never rude and never too friendly either. A fair distance away from any who may try to get to know him.

You wonder if you should have ever spoken to him now. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him and had your morning farewell nod. You walk from the bus stop to work each day, it’s less than ten minutes and you count it as your exercise. This is the night you see him again, your neighbor. Walking home like every other night, you happen to hear a thud and look in its direction. Sure you left work an hour late due to your boss being a dick and wanting you to finish putting together the reports for tomorrow, but at least you got overtime out of it so you hadn’t minded too much. Maybe you should have.

You can’t say it’s completely unexpected, there’s only so many reasons Jake would have blood on him but it’s still shocking. It’s not everyday you see your neighbor standing in a pool of someone’s blood. Honestly you can’t tell the gender or the person or ethnicity from the distance and from the amount of blood.

There’s just so much. Dripping from his hands, splashes on his face and clothes.

No wait…the clothes are odd. They went from some off gray looking robes to his normal jeans, and jacket. Maybe you’re hallucinating. It’s then that you feel a hand on your arm.

“You know him, don't you woman? What do you know about him? Tell us!” When you turn to see who the hand belongs to, you’re met with a knife that grazes your cheek. There are four men in addition to the one holding you for a total of five. You’re shaking your head, it’s not a lie, you don’t know anything about the man other than his name and that he lives next to you. His grip strengthens on your arm as you try to pull away from him and the other men watch amused at your attempt to try and escape. Their laughs are replaced by curses as you stomp on your assailant’s foot and drop your bag to punch him in the face. He’s stunned so his grip loosened finally to give you a chance to go for the knife and you do.

There’s blood on you now. Not on your hand you punched the man with, but on the knife and your white button down from where you went for your assistant’s neck. He’s holding the side of it, trying to apply pressure but he’s shaky on his feet. One of his friends, you assume, grabs him to help him but he slumps in his arms, the man’s hand falling slowly from his neck.

Did you just kill someone? What the hell is happening?

(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake? I thought she was one of the many worms. It appears she is not. You may want to don the suit again. She has spirit, but not skill nor strength. She’ll not last long.

(Jake): I hear you loud and clear, you old bird. What is she doing here anyway? She’s normally off work and at home by now. I know her routine and she doesn't change it by much. I knew she had a little fire in her, she went right for the neck, most would have gone for an arm or torso.

The three other men are circling you, screaming at you about their fallen friend and how they’re going to take their time in torturing you no matter if you actually know anything about Jake or not. You lunge at the man closest to you, going for his neck as well since that did the other man in, but he caught both your arms and chuckled.

“Luck like that only strikes once bitch!” He presses his fingertips into your wrists, but you keep hold of the knife, it’s the only weapon you have. But you start to smell more metal - iron, no there’s more blood. It’s not on you, or it wasn’t until the goon holding you falls forward and to step back to avoid his body hitting yours, wrists free, but you’re falling. It seems among all that scuffle, you’d been near a curb and you’d stepped off awkwardly.

You don’t hit the ground though, instead you’re in strong arms. The same gray you’d seen earlier except now there’s a mask, cape and a moon in the middle of his chest? He supports you as you stand up. You’re still holding onto your knife though, adrenaline running through your veins as you hold it close to your chest. He holds your shoulders and gives them a soft squeeze to help you pay attention.

“Mira! Hola! (Look! Hello!) Tch…” Jake’s trying to get your attention but it’s not working. This whole gentle thing isn’t his norm and he can see that your eyes aren’t registering him or his words at all. Not even him squeezing your shoulders, he’s worried that squeezing them harder will result in an injury and the suit only heals him, not you. The blood dripping from your cheek angers him and the men are only knocked out now. He needs to get you out of here so he can come back and find out information from them - slowly and painfully. He releases you and picks up your bag, then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he doesn’t have time to console you, not that he would be any good at it. He hears you squeal then yelling and shifts your back to the same arm he’s holding you with, then pinches your hip.

“Silencio! (Quiet!)” Your body tenses in his arms as he makes his way to the apartment building. He jumps to the fire escape outside of his window as he usually keeps it open for when he doesn’t feel like using the door. He removed that suit before heading in, donning his street clothes and carrying you inside, setting you down on his couch. You’re sniffling, but not crying loudly or yelling anymore which Jake is thankful for. He goes to get a small first aid kit. It was included with some beer he bought when he last shopped for anything really and hasn’t been opened. Kneeling in front of you, he sighs as you’re still looking forward, he’s wondering if he’ll still get soft nods and hellos after this. You might even see if you can move from the building. He wets some gauze with some saline and dabs your cheek, finally you respond by hissing from the sting.

“Oh, now you’re paying attention princesa (princess)? You’re in my place by the way. Stay still.” Jake gives you a brief smile before dabbing your cheek a few more times and applying some antibiotic ointment. It’s not nearly deep enough for stitches or even the little strips they have in here, but he still hates that you were there at all, let alone that you’re not only injured but you also had to kill to survive.

“I..so that was all real, not a nightmare? Oh…so I killed…” You finally drop the knife and in klangs on the floor, your hands take hold of your knees, covered halfway by your pencil skirt. Your realization sinks in that no, it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night. No, there had been a fight, there had been blood and you had indeed killed someone.

“It was self-defense hermosa (gorgeous). That’s all it was. You wouldn’t have had to if I wasn’t slow in getting to you.” Jake takes your hands in his. You finally look at him. He looks like every other day, black leather jacket, dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a wry smile on his face and it’s surrounded by his dark shadowy stubble. When did he change clothes? His eyes are unexpectedly warm in their chocolate pools. You hadn’t really looked at them before, always in passing. You nod and close your eyes. He’s telling you what you want to hear, but you know what you did with that knife. “Come on, let’s get you next door. You should wash up and change clothes. Don’t touch your face though.” He instructs and you follow him to your feet as he stands and walks to his door. His apartment has the same brick walls, though his are more sparse with decorations though you see many books. You didn’t expect any and you’re not sure why.

You aren’t able to find your keys, your hands are shaking so badly and you’re crying again, silently since he told you to be quiet. He regrets that a bit. You’re not accustomed to death and violence as he is, of course it's shocking, most would find it so. “May I princesa?” Jake holds out a hand, he’s not going to force it, it’s not the time. You hand him your back and he searches for half a minute. The bag is large and looks like you keep a lot of ‘just in case’ stuff in it. He finds your keys and unlocks your door, but doesn’t enter with you.

“You’re not coming in? I…” Your voice fades out. You want to ask him to stay, you don’t want to be alone, but would he even want to? He likely thinks you’re a wimp for crying, why would he even want to stay? “N-Never mind Jake see-”

“I’ll be back. I need to tie up loose ends princesa. Just take a nice slow shower, if you get your face wet, clean and apply some more ointment and eat something. You did well, you survived. Don’t feel bad about it at all.” He’s spoken more to you now than he ever has. On one hand, this eleates Jake as he was never really sure how to start a conversation with you, but under these circumstances, it’s far from ideal. His arms wrap around you, bringing your head to his chest. He still smells a little metallic like blood but now like the books in his apartment and cigarettes? You’d never seen him smoke, curious, but not your focus. His heartbeat is steady and one hand touches the back of your neck, his fingers run up into the small hairs you have at the back edge of your hairs, those little ones that no amount of hair grease or edge cream will tame. He’s playing with them though before he lets you go abruptly. “Hasta leugo princesa (See you later princess).” And he’s back to his apartment. Gone that fast. His warmth lingers on your neck and the front of your body and it’s what you ponder while you’re in the shower.

Peeling off your clothes and showering was the easy part. The clothes went in their own small trash bag and would go out with tomorrow’s garbage. It was trying to eat, you made a sandwich and only ate half of it, then there was soup, which normally you love, but the smell made your stomach curl. Eventually, all of the sandwiches went down with some water and on the couch you sat. Alone with your thoughts. You don’t feel any different, but you know what you did with that knife. The blood, the men’s threats, the fear you felt, Jake being covered in blood. What was he going to do when he came back? Where should you even start with your questions? It had been a few hours by this point and you’re staring at the wall when there’s a knock at your door. Standing and hurrying to the door, a familiar voice uttered one word.

“Princesa.” It was the fastest you’d open the door for anyone.

Jake sits down from you on your couch and explains to you who he is, who he serves and why he usually has blood on him. It’s fantastical and had it been any other day, you’d told him to get out and avoided him like he was insane. But the events of the night had told you to believe him and it was honestly better to think he was punishing those causing harm to others than being a serial killer or something else. You do notice something though, Jake appears to be nervous, which is weird, his eyes are darting around and he keeps clearing his throat and moving on the couch, like he can’t get comfortable.

“Did you want to sit in the armchair? You might find it more comfortable.” Your offer makes him stop moving and sigh. Jake’s a little worked up since he’d been doing a lot more of Khonshu work, normally he’d drink to ease himself into some sleep. He should leave. Now. You’re freshly showered, took down a man despite being scared out of your mind, and he held you too long earlier, much too long. He meant to calm you with that hug but it instead had him in his thoughts again.

He shouldn’t have watched you stand either, your wide hips make Jake want to do more than pat them as do the soft caramel of your legs that he sees as you glide over to your fridge to offer him water. He stands as you bring him the water and he gulps it down, thanking you as he starts toward the door.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving already Jake?!” He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him and…that’s not something he can handle right now.

“You’re okay now. I shouldn’t stay any longer princesa.” He doesn’t turn to face you. If he sees your eyes he’s not going to leave. He knows what he’s feeling is partly from all the fighting but not entirely and that’s the part his mind has latched onto and won’t let go of.

“Could I at least have another hug before you go Jake?” You’ve said his name softly, almost with care. How can he say no now? He did give you a hug earlier. He turns to see that you’ve dropped your robe and you are wearing a red silk nightgown that just barely covers your bottom. Your eyes aren’t telling him you want a hug, at least, not just a hug.

“Hermosa, I don’t think that’s all you want from me. Let’s both be honest here. Has this been part of why you watch me as much as I watch you?” His steps are slow, he’s giving you an out. You can say no and give a flimsy excuse like your robe slipped or something. You don’t. You put your hands on his chest and run them up as he did to you, your hands grabbing his curls, their silken texture makes you smile.

“You’d be correct Jake. This dance has gone on long enough. You’re finally in my apartment and I almost died tonight. I also had a long shower as you suggested.” Your plush lips look so inviting and he can’t resist. The kiss is sloppy and his hands are roaming your body, he’d like to rip the gown off of you, but he’s sure you put it on to be admired so he will for a little bit. Jake is much more interested in what’s under it. He bends temporarily and hooks his hands under your knees to lift you up carrying you to your bedroom.

After setting you on the bed gently, Jake slips off his clothes, making a pile on the floor in front of your bed. He’s not one to be embarrassed and is well aware of what he’s working with. His swollen length bobs while he licks his lips. His eyes roam your body as he climbs on the bed, calloused hands start at your ankles and slide up your thick legs. Once he reaches your hips, his hands stay under your nightgown as he pulls it up and over your head. The low groan makes his Adam's apple bob when he sees you weren’t wearing any underwear as you open your legs for him to expose your wetness. You gasp at the cool air and it allows him to capture your lips again, your arms and legs wrapping around him.

He grins into the kiss, lurching his hips forward to have the head of his cock glide across your wet slit. Your hips react and jut forward having the tip enter you, Jake grins on your lips and pulls back but leaves the tip in. “Rather eager aren’t you cariño (sweetheart)?” He takes hold of his length, removing his tip fully and rolls the wrist of his free hand for you to roll over. “I’ll have you from the back first. I want to see that large ass of your bounce.” You roll on your stomach and spread your knees, feeling him lean over and run his hands along your body as he notches at your entrance. His bulbous head is just past your entrance. “Move that ass and push back on my cock. Show me what you can do hermosa.” He leans to kiss along your spine as you use your legs to move your hips back, having your forearms flat on the bed with your elbows as an anchor.

You’re able to get him deeper and feel him stretching you, almost too much, his hips don’t feel flush with yours yet, there must be more. “Jake you’re so thick…. Please move with me.” You coo, looking back at him, your hips moving slowly, your walls are pulling on his shaft, learning his shape. Jake’s hands are roaming your back as praises for working hard for him. He’s aware of his girth and wants to push forward but not yet.

He leans over your back again, making his chest flush with it. His lips are next to your ear, “Muy bien (very good) mi (my) princesa. I’m going to reward you by moving. Be as loud as you want.” A kiss is placed on your shoulder, a last bit of tenderness he shows you before straightening himself up and taking hold of your hips. He draws back, nearly pulling all the way out of you but he thrusts forward, his hips finally flush with yours and the walls of your core expanded to accommodate him as his thrusts increased as did your cries of Jake’s name. You felt yourself pressing into the mattress, at one point face down. Jake was not having it. He wanted you vocal unless your voice had truly given out, which he was sure it hadn’t. His hips came to a full stop and you gasped. “No, no princesa. You won’t go quiet on me yet. Roll.” He gave a light slap to your ass for encouragement for you to move.

You had just sat yourself up back on your elbows and lifted your head when Jake decided that you were moving too slow for him and pulled out of you, the loss had you groan before you yelped with your leg up in the air where it had not been for a long time. He crossed your leg over and succeeded in flipping you over so you were now on your back. Jake’s relentless, his hands are roaming your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, “Jake....Jake..Fuck…” You keep chanting as he grins before capturing your lips again with his. He has yet to enter you once more and his precum is dripping onto your slit as it rubs your viscous liquids together.

Once he pulls back, he takes in your swollen lips, the heaving of your chest, every curve that he’s tried to feel with his fingers and he knows he hasn’t. This time when he slips back within you, it’s slower and he keeps eye contact with you, one hand on the back of your knee pushing your leg forward to allow him deeper and the other on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his as he presses his chest against yours. “So much better than I imagined princesa. You’re not getting away from me you know.” He nibbles on your bottom lip as your core tightens around him again, “Good girl, milk me and accept what I’m going to give you.” Your hands grab his shoulders and dig into his skin, scratching him, your hips keep crashing into his as he speeds up a bit, nearly at his climax.

“Give me what you’ve got Jake. I’ll mark you…” Using your teeth, you graze the skin on his neck before biting down and hearing him hiss, giving you a few more strong pumps before spilling inside of you. The heat from his spend has the walls of your cunt close around his throbbing shaft as you scream in your own peak. Jake continues to slowly roll his hips until you both start to come down. Neither of you move, only the sounds of your breaths fill the room. Your body is completely limp and you stare up at Jake who gives you a small kiss to your lips before starting to move back, your arms weakly reach for him and he grins.

“You want more already? You’ll have to give me a few princesa.” Shaking your head, you stick your bottom lip out and give a small pout.

“Don’t leave yet. Stay.” Jake rubs circles on your belly and chuckles.

“You’re even more adorable than I thought. I need to know where your washcloths and towels are. We need to clean up. I’m not leaving.” You inform him that they’re in the small hall closet next to the bathroom to which he goes and gets two washcloths, warming them up along with towels. He wipes you down first and dries you, then takes care of himself before slipping the both of you under the sheets. His hand cups your cheek before running his fingers through your hair and then it dawns on him - you’re not wearing your bonnet. Jake asks where you keep them and you tell him the bottom drawer of your nightstand so he reaches to get one for you and you decide to pinch his rather round ass.

“I think we’re fond of each other’s asses Jake.” You laugh as he slips the red satin onto your head. “I’m surprised you knew that I wore one at night. You’re keeping that close of tabs on me?” An eyebrow raises and he puts his hands up.

“Come on, give me a little credit. I’m not going to say I know everything about caring for black hair properly, but I know bonnets, protective styles, but don’t ask me how to do any of them and oil.” He put up three fingers for the things he did know.

Now it’s your turn to grin. This sly man. “Pfft. You’re full of surprises Jake. We’ll sleep and then you’re helping me oil my hair in the morning before work.” You press his chest lightly and the scoot closer to him to cuddle. His arm wraps around your back, and those fingers of his run down your spine again.

“I’ll help you oil your hair tomorrow if it’s after breakfast and you take a day off of work.” Jake kisses your forehead and closes his eyes.

“Alright. You talked like you knew what to do. I won’t forgive you if you mess up my hair.”

“Hm. If it’s anything like what you did tonight, I get it. I’ll be extra careful princesa. Don’t worry.” You’d drifted off to sleep and Jake watched you before he dozed off as well, looking forward to having his hands on you again. In your hair or anywhere you’d let him.

Keeping an eye out from the apartment across the hall 👀: @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @dameron-grant-spector @soft-girl-musings @agentjackdaniels

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afrogirl3005 · 2 years

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After seeing the last ep

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keenzinemugstudent · 7 months

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Okay but hear me out your a vampire and your friends with Steven Grant who doesn't know he hasn't seen you in weeks and is worried he goes to your house he walks in looking everywhere for you he sees you hunched over your bed breathing heavily he panics thinking your hurt and than next thing he knows he is pinned to the bed he sees your red eyes and fangs you were a sight I mean he always thought you were beautiful but right now he was honestly terrified !

"Y-Y/n? Love what-"

You growl at him showing your teeth before you frowned giving the man below you an confused look on your beautiful face.

"Steven?"

He gives a small nervous wave.

"H-hello?"

"Steven?!"

"That's me Steven with a V."

"What are you doing here?! Wait oh no you know!"

You apologized to him multiple times for attacking him but it just said it was fine (liar)

And whatever else y'all can think of

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alwritey-aphrodite · 7 months

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The rules - send me a prompt and a character, and I’ll write a little blurb to be posted on that day, starting on Dec. 14 and extending to the 25th. This time I’m asking for everyone to only send in one request, because of the limited number of prompts <3

1. First snowfall (OTTR Leto) (12/14)

2. Hot chocolate (Steven Grant) (12/15)

3. Home for the holidays (Poe Dameron) (12/16)

4. Stockings (Marc Spector) (12/17)

5. Holiday sweaters (Remus Lupin) (12/18)

6. Decorating for the holidays (Roy Kent) (12/19)

7. Matching pajamas (Roy Kent) (12/20)

8. Wrapping gifts (Santiago Garcia) (12/21)

9. Ice skating (Remus Lupin) (12/22)

10. Holiday baking (Sirius Black) (12/23)

11. Snowed In (Jamie Tartt) (12/24)

12. Opening presents (Jamie Tartt) (12/25)

Characters I’ll Write For:

Jamie Tartt

Roy Kent

Keeley Jones

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

OTTR Leto

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

Jake Lockley

Tagging some of my lovely friends because I love them dearly and want them to know that: @andr0medafallen @whimsical-roasting @sokkigarden @hopefulromances @the-force-awakens @dameronalone @eyelessfaces @foxilayde @onceuponaoneshot

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soft-persephone · 1 month

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When the Eclipse is Over the Sun still Shines CH.4

MDNI // Rating: E // WC: 4.4k // Warnings: descriptions of blood and gore, character wounds, grief, death, cunnilingus, biting, marking, unclarity of emotions (no one’s holding your hands to say what is toxic love or not) // Searching For Stardust // masterlist // ch. 1 // ch. 3 //

Marc uttered your name into the wind, unaware.

He made it onto your roof, opening the window with a clumsy urgency. It was a part of new routine between you both.

Marc’s chest swelled with the thought. There was a routine. The foolproof evidence that something was between you both. That you weren’t a figment of his imagination or an apparation that would soon disappear into a distant memory. A memory he’d hold onto with a death grip as he continued the rest of his life. Wondering if he would ever get as close to something as bright as you once more before he closes his eyes for good.

After he was done doing Kohnshu’s bidding, each night he would find himself at your house. At the edge of the city,, past the nearest humble farms and cottages,, was a large fancy house, secluded from the world. What once was only your humble residence had now become his refuge.

The cluttered hole of his apartment that was littered with books and several little hiding spots filled with dangerous trinkets and artifacts of unknown origins, no longer felt like home.

On top of avoiding the little walls of his life, he was more than aware of his hogging of the body.

His alters had been scarce and he ignored his part in why that may be. The ferocious guilt gnawed away at his every waking moment, ripping the fleas off his shoulders until the stray pieces of his flesh limped off of his body, ripping at his leash until they were jagged and ugly, leaving the bones to pop out at the seems of his bleeding skin. Stripping his soul into ugly fleshy bits until what was left was hardly recognizable, but what was left of him crawled its way to reach the sweet waters of salvation that was you. He dutifully dragged his wounded maimed body by his arms.

Whether you washed over him in waves or he had to lap at the ground for the sparest of drops before the sunk into the dirt beyond his grasp of whatever you spared to give him, he’d do it again and again.

The silence in choice of a lack of words was still preferable, but he texted you that one time, and it didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

You both were desperately grabbing at whatever scraps you offered one another. Filling in the gaps the silence left, amplifying whatever you two had into something brighter and more dangerous than what you had before. What once was a shared pit of darkness soon felt like a burning plight of emotion too strong to look at for more than a second.

You weren’t in your room.

Spilling out into the hallway with a stumble, cursing at one of Bane's stray toys on the floor, he began his search for you.

He heard the echoes of the ragged Batman doll’s owner in the halls and followed it.

Bane is never up this late.

Stumbling once more around the corner he found you intensely muttering back and forth with another man.

His brow furrowed deep into his forehead as he whispers harsh words into your face, barely an inch away from you.

He watched as your breath fanned accross his lashes, whispering back with just as much fervor.A, frown dwarfing your features. It would almost be cute if he wasn’t alarmed by who was in front of you.

His picture’s littered the walls. His closet still held all his belongings in place as if he never left. His favorite mug never strayed too far from your lips.

His wedding band was immortalized on the chain you never took off your neck.

You were having a lntense argument with the husband he thought, no, he knew was dead.

The grief inside of you that you wordlessly shared with him when he first met you, the grief in the words you texted him not too long ago, and the grief of a dog not sure when his other owner was coming back, was not a lie.

The man turned to look at him . His brow somehow furrowing further, followed by an eerie chill. You followed his gaze and your frown morphed into one of shock.

Emotion filled him. Overwhelming each and every sensation of his body, internal and external.

He didn’t hate you for whatever this is. He didn’t know if he would ever truly be able to do such a thing.

But he could walk over to you, regardless of how each step sent a shock up his spine and made his teeth shatter.

He grabs you, pulling you into him. He savors the smell of the soft plush vanilla and cashmere that swallowed your skin. The familiar softness of your lips he would never soon forget. How you fisted your hands into the threads of suit before it faded away. Letting he soft warm feeling of your palms on his flesh. Moaning, he leaned into your touch, chasing for more, for you.

“Marc.”

He froze, your voice wet and wavering.

What had he done wrong?

Pulling away from you, for just a moment, is the only time he began to notice the blood, How it smeared your face and your clothes. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, everything turned black.

“This is Marc?” Luke’s eyebrows roseinto his hairline, making the lines of his forehead wrinkle in aghast.

You carefully dragged Marc into the nearest bathroom with the help of your not so dead husband.

“Like your one to talk,” you both began stripping his clothes befoe turning the faucet on, “how many times did I have to piece you together?”

He slammed a random counter shut and handed you the first aid kit. He placed it in front of you from behind. His arms wrapping around you in quick succession. The warmth of his breath fanning across your neck as he entativelytentatively watched you work, grounding you.

If He weren’t here, you'd be a frantic mess. Tears would blur your vision and you never would have managed to stop it in time. You could ony asume the worst for such a situation.

“Yeah, but those were good times.” The chuckle that vibrated from his chest onto your back filled you with a huff of amusement of your own. He placed a bit of your hair onto the other side of your head out of the way as you slowly pulled the needle in and out of Marc’s skin. There was a nasty cut on his low right side, and you still had to take a look at the one underneath his collar on the left.

“You liked patching me up.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hide your smile, but you failed miserably.

‘Yeah,” he smiled, scooting even closer to you on the floor, causing you to feel the corners of his lips pulling up into the skin of your cheek, his beard tickling you which made you laugh even more, “you did.”

“Stop,’ you laughed, “Im concentrating.”

“You fucking loved it.”

You softly head butted him in the chest. “Help me wrap this gauze around him incase he bleeds again.”

How exactly Luke was able to come back into your life in these rare moments, he wouldn’t tell you.

But you always had a feeling that he was somehow here sometimes, watching you.

Glimpses of him in the mirror every now and then, whispers of his voice in the wind right before you left the house and closed the door behind you, the way Bane would bark at his favorite seat, often times refusing to let people sit in the chair alltogtether. How he would sometimes pad around the house, barking everynow and then like someone was talking to him.

You had a feeling, but you would never utter a word about it to anyone.

On the rare days like this one, he would appear. You could touch him, feel him, and smell him. Like he had never left at all. Three years of grief, and he was back like nothing had happned.

You were joyous, but he had his reservations.

He had seen the process of your grief, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be happy. He wanted you to follow the advice of your loved ones who pushed you to move on to go on dates, to do things the right way.

However, you know how he actually felt.

You know how he really felt in the moments when you could actually see and touch him. How it made you both feel.

It was easy too.

All the conversation that once had their end, now had a sequel. All those meals that he made for you, that you could never recreate, that you could never get wuite right on you own, could now be eaten again and again to your heart's content.

What you once missed now became what you waited for.

You didn’t have to miss how he’d wrap his hands around you as you washed dishes. How he wouldn’t unwrap his arms from you as you walked along the house. You could repeat once more the joke of how he once hated being too touchy. How he used to be slightly annoyed with how clingy you were, but he now would never let you go.

You didn’t have to miss watching Luke play with Bane one more time before inevitably putting him to bed. He’d put up a good fight for as long as he coulduld get away with it, but Luke would firmly say enough is enough, and he’d finally settle into his little bed before they called him a good boy and ggive him his last pats and kisses of the night.

You didn’t have to miss showering together. However this time was different as you both washed away Marc’s blood from your bodies.

He carressed your skin gently. Slowly whipping the African net sponge across your skin as he methodically kissed the expanse of your neck, trailing them up along your collar, cherishing the feeling of your skin beneath his lps before he disappears once more.

You turned and scrubbed at his chest, and he in turned kissed you on the forehead. You smiled up at him. His broadroad shoulders blocked the spray of the shower head, so your hair wouldn’t get wet.

“I just want you to be happy “ he gripped your jaw in his hand before pulling you in for a wet kiss. “I don’t really like him for you, but you’re an adult and my opinion ultimately doesn’t matter. You're free to do what you want.”

You averted your eyes from his. Avoiding the weight of his stare and the heaviness of his tone as he graveled lowly at you, the sound of it filled your stomach with butterflies and not the good kind you usually felt when he talked so low in your face.

“Hey, look at me.” He said softly but infliction in his voice caused the volume of it to raise higher, but his voice was so deep that it only made him sound gravelier,deeper even. The low dulcet tone rang loud in your rears, bouncing around in your brain. How youwished he spoke to you like this under differnt circumstances.

You rolled back and forth on your heels and toes.

“Look at me.” He said firmly, tightening his grip on you.

“If you can’t answer that question with a yes straight away, I don’t want you with them.” he paused, redjusting his grip into simeethign more gentle bust just as firm. “Is that too much to ask?” He looked into your eyes for reassurance and answer, anything.

“I.. I don’t know the answer.”

He pursed his lips and let you go, crossing his arms, but he didn’t move away from you, staying near you.

“But. . . I know,” you breathed sharply through your nose to keep your composure. “I know. . . I can’t not have him near me. I know I need him.”

He nodded, but he didn’t unpurse his lips.

Placing each hand on your shoulders and rubbing warmth into you, he sighed.

“I don’t like that answer.”

You leaned into him, placing your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you.

“What do you think about your relationship with him? What do you even call it?”

“I don’t know,” you closed your eyes, “we don’t talk.”

The water no longer warm anymore, he turned it off while he kept one arm around you before grabbing a towel and patting you both dry before wrapping it around his waist before you both headed to the bedroom.

He laid you down into the bed and followed suit with a small pump container of oil, you watched as his jaw tensed so tight, a vein peaked out of his neck. He breathed sharply through his nose a few times before he started rubbing you down.

No matter how you both spent the day when he appeared out of nowhere, they always ended the same. After a shower he longed to recommit every inch of your body to memory. At first you through it was for him, but you soon learned it was for you.

That it was all for you.

It was a small memory for you to hold onto. For you to carry with you, so that when the grief comes circling back. That when the reality of the situation shakes you to your core and rattles your bones and starts eating away at the pieces of you that you worked so hard to get back, you would have something to remember him by.

You couldld remember how his very large, iful, beautifuland warm hands would caress every nook and cranny of your skin. How they felt on you. How each swipe, squeeze, toug and kneed of your flesh comforted you into a hazy cocoon of safety and love.

Even now, as he was irritated with you.

In your younger years you both would have exploaded. Every harsh word and tht oughtuld would be uttered, and you both would separate for the day, stewing in your emotions before falling back into one another with soft words and apologies that turned into compromises or a solution, but as you aged with one another, learned every unspoken word and movement of one another, and what that meant, yelling at one another lost its appeal and was replaced with little gestures and words with clenched teeth. Harsh whispers, but open honest communication.

You both somehow learned to be angry with one another without the horrible consequences, but neither of you could take credit. It was all up to his therapist that eventually thought it would be a good idea for you to come with him sometimes.

“What do you mean you don’t talk?” He leaned over you, about to put the bottle back on the nightstand, but you took it from him to give him the same treatment he had given you. It was only so you could have something to do with your hands.

You ran your hands through his hair, savoring how soft his loose curls were before, kneading the oil into its shoulders. The soft smell of vanilla was filling the room.

“We. . .” You lost track at his chest. Savoring the scratch the patch of hair felt under your hands “we met and looked at one another. Like really looked at one another, and we didn’t really say anything to each other and it just worked.”

You fiddled with your hands on his chest. He stilled your hands with his. Holding them firmly against his chest as if to tattoo the imprint of them into his skin.

“And how exactly did you meet him and decide with one look you two wouldwould just, I don’t know, have something without talking to one another?”

“Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

He laughed and maneuvered you sideways, so you could comfortably lay back into his chest. He propped up his head with a bent elbow. “Haha, your so funny.”

“He’s, like a Superhero or something?” you narrowed your eyes at him. He laughed. “Well he’s too bloody to be an avenger.”

You slapped his chest with the back of your hand.

“He saved my life.”

“You almost died!”

“I’ve told you I’ve almost died like a thousand times!”

“You did not say it was under Superhero conditions! A fact you consequently left out not only because of how you’d know I’d react to you almost dying, but also about this mysterious new guy I’ve been seeing that’s so hot and so amazing! I think he’s really helping me move forward for once.” He mocked you at the end.

His hand slowly moved up and down your chest. You wanted to focus on the conversation, but his thumb circled lightly at the swell of your breast.

“Well— I—“ you cried out sharply and arched your back, keening into his touch.

He swallowed the sounds coming out of you with a seal of his lips. They were warm, hot, and demanding.

He moved his mouth to your neck, sucking harshly at your skin before biting down. You scratched your nails along his back, pulling him into you.

Once he was sure that your skin would hold the mark of his mouth for more than a day or two, he relented, rewarding you with shoving your head down harshly with the palm of his hand as he positioned himself behind you.

“Is that what you want?” He slid himself into with one harsh thrust, knowing that you’d be more than just wet for him. “Is that what Marc gives you when I’m away?”

He ended his sermon with a succession of brutal harsh movements. With each one you fluttered around him, squeezing him in as your teeth clenched together to keep them from clattering together.

“He’s… gentle.” You whined through gritted teeth.

He smacked your ass before moving his hand to the back of your throat, squeezing tight.

“You don’t need gentle. I’ve given you plenty of that when we were younger.”

You opened your mouth in a silent moan. You could no longer comprehend the feeling of him gliding in and out of you. Only a mind numbing pleasure that swaddled every bit of your flesh, seeping out of your pores.

“You're spoiled.” You tightened around him. “You get everything you want and somehow find it in you to—“ he choked up. “To always ask for more.”

“And I. Give. It. To. You.” He punctuated each word with an even harsher thrust of his hips.

Fisting the sheets, you came around him with a moan and he only thrust into you faster. Giving you everything and more. Just as he’s always done.

He ripped you open and poured into you, giving you everything.

You did the same. Turning over and scratching into his skin, marking him as you mouthed at him relentlessly, burning yourself into him as he imprinted a bruise of his entire body into yours. It was in the varying teeth marks that littered about your body, the bone shattering ache of him inside you that was sure to stay for weeks, the soft scratches of his beard littered around your neck and chest.

You both took and gave until there was nothing left. Until you both could only pant into one another's skin. You savored the warmth that radiated from hi’, from his body, his hands wrapped around you, and the low breath that fanned your neck.

Closing your eyes you held onto the feeling, the moment, because when you opened them again, it would be gone.

Marc stirred awake in silence.

Briskly throwing his body into an upright position, holding a groan through gritted teeth.

He looked down at his bandaged body with a frown.

You did a good job.

How?

He pushed away the uncomfortable thoughts as he meandered through the halls of your home with trepidation. The first few rays of sunshine were still at bay, but they would make their presence known soon.

He had to find you before then. He had to know. He just had to.

If you were this focused on the true matters at hand, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Marc ignored Khonshu as he finally made it toward your bedroom.

His bare feet pattered softly on the warm wooden floors that should have been cold.

You had money, so of course they weren’t. Of course you spend money on heated floors to go with your picture perfect estate or mansion or whatever the fuck it was. Your home was larger than life. Your. . . your husband was a part of that.

He was everywhere. He always had been.

But it didn’t matter. It never did.

On the nights you both found your solace away from the creepy crawlies that hid in the shadows and away from the darkest corners of yourselves, your husband’s sweater hanging off your shoulder, it didn’t matter.

When he’d wrap his arms around your waist before turning you around and slipping his tongue into your mouth to taste you over and over again. He would slide his fingers into yours and place your husband’s favorite coffee mug onto the counter before lifting your legs around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom.

It didn’t matter on the times you would ride him and his wedding band would dangle above his nose as you cried out to him.

It did matter that sometimes as you’d lay into one another in a blissful bubble of silence away from the rest of the world, he’d twirl the ring you sometimes wore onto your thumb. It barely fit, so you had to clench your fist to keep it from tumbling onto the ground. Which was why on those days he knew you had never left your house.

Even now as he watched your chest slowly rise and fall as you were curled into a half circle like the moon, you were still laying in bed as if your husband's arms were wrapped around you. The mattress showed a dent of a body that once was but no more.

You slept peacefully save for the furrowing of your brow.

Perhaps you could feel his absence in your dreams.

Licking his lips, Marc placed his knee onto the foot of the bed and crawled his way over to you. Just as he wanted to last night.

Your eyes immediately opened. You kept your head towards him, but he couldn’t help the pain that shot through his chest as your hands searched the sides of the bed, throwing the covers in the process.

“Marc.” His name was wet and heavy in your mouth. Full of things you wanted to say and things you couldn’t.

It was too much. He didn’t want either.

So he placed his hands on either side of you and sealed your lips with his. As his mouth seared across yours, he swallowed your silent tears and your even quieter cries of pain, swallowing them down with his own.

When he pulled away from you for just a moment to rip the foreign sweatpants from his body, his heart swelled at the sight of your naked body.

Your swollen lips, the marks of teeth on you, above the collar of your neck, the one above one around the swell of your breast, your equally swollen and irritated nipples.

He sucked in a sharp breath.

His cheek was wet.

It was one of your tears, had to be.

He ignored it as he placed his mouth above the mark on your neck. You made a strange sound, but he moved to kiss you again.

Chasing you, whatever was left.

You were never his. Not truly, and he was okay with that. He thought he was.

But that was before the shadow of a man was revealed to be a complete one. He could compete with a memory, but the real living and breathing thing?

The fear of what that held consumed him, so instead of wallowing that, he focused on consuming you.

You made him feel whole, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t the loose fleshy strings of a being that once resembled a man.

So he took what was left of him and placed one of your legs above his shoulders as he laid on his belly.

He moved to kiss you on your thigh the way he knows you like, but he froze, taken back by the littering of teeth marks that lay there.

Blinking, one, two times, without thinking, he placed his tongue, wet and hard, across the deep indentations of teeth before slowly following with the rest of his mouth letting the full plush of his lips wrap around the soft plump skin of your inner thigh.

Your back arched as you made a strangled cry and he pulled back, smiling to himself. It was bitter and crooked.

He wanted to be gentle, but he heard you hiss sharply as he separated the folds with two of his fingers. Wet, swollen, and raw with evidence of another man, you still had a pretty pussy.

He placed a similar slow kiss onto you, giving you everything. Something.

As he greedily memorized the taste of your lips, he ignored the forlorn feeling that rose higher and higher in the deep out of his belly.

The bright light of what you two had didn’t feel so bright anymore, and he didn’t know why. He wanted to ignore it but he couldn’t. Everything was different.

Your hand fisted into his hair and buried himself within you more, plunging two fingers deep within you as if he could pull all the things he felt about you out as if he could become a part of it.

Your hand pulled at his curls even harder, your cries were muffled against his ears because of how your thighs clamped tightly around him.

“Marc.” You strangled out his name once more through a moan.

He plunged another finger in, pushing deeper into you deeper to shut you up.

His revelation complete, you came in his mouth and around his fingers.

Things were different, but you two still needed something from each other. He couldn’t define just what that is or how exactly, but burying his face within you was enough for now. He could do that, but he couldn’t talk to you. Not yet.

Talking was still too much for him.

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Adeline’s Hex +18 Smut

Slight Dom!Steven Grant x Black!Virgin!Reader

A/N: When I write the reader, the intention is so that it is inclusive. However, there aren’t much fics catered to black women specifically. Every now and then I want to write fics catered to a specific kind of reader so they’ll feel represented but honestly anyone can enjoy this fic 😊 Who wouldn’t with all the smuttiness that will ensue. This is a sex pollen fic,too. Please Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.4k words

Summary: When a mysterious artifact is delivered to the museum. You and Steven decide to inspect it. What you didn’t anticipate was the item containing a potent drug similar to ecstasy, sex pollen.

Warnings: age gap (legal), public sex, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, slight blood kink, black magic, slight dub con (via sex pollen), (reverse cowgirl) riding, oral sex (f receiving), graphic language

Adeline’s Hex

You’d gotten this huge opportunity to work in a very prestige Egyptian-centered historical museum in London having to move from the U.S. When you’d first arrive as the curator for the museum, you were incredibly nervous. After all you were young and just getting your foot in the door of the art world.

But then you met Steven Grant. The cute, wacky, intelligent mercenary who happened to speak French, too. Soon the two of you were the best of friends and you’d talk shit about your short-termpered boss, Donna, in French and developed your own insiders.

Although, you’d always found Steven to be quite attractive, you wouldn’t dare ruin the bond you both shared. Not to say that there weren’t any attempts on your part to showcase your attraction. You’ve definitely flirted with him on occasion. You laid it on thick sometimes, even. Yet, it didn’t seem like he paid you any mind in that kind of way. Why would he when he’s already had women fawning over him and hoping to bed him? You assumed that in his eyes he’d looked at you as the young, nerdy, naive art enthusiast looking for a mentor.

But you didn’t want a mentor or a friend in him. You wanted more. You’d fantasized about his hands and lips all over you nearly every night. It didn’t help that he’d give you light touches throughout the day either. Patting you on the back, moving the kinky curls of your hair from your eyes, fleeting hand touches. Not to mention, his intense stares when you’d go on rambling about a random topic. It was all too much.

It was evening. The museum closed. You were at your desk looking at some new arrivals to expect for the museum.

Steven closes up shop, heading over to you with a heavy wooden crate with a crowbar at the top.

“Delivery.” He singsongs.

I look up from my computer. “Where’d that come? I’ve already received all the needed packages for today.”

“I’m not quite sure but it’s postmarked to this very museum,” He sets it down on the desk before picking up the crowbar. “And it comes with a bonus gift!”

You stood up from your seat, going around your desk so that you could get a closer inspection of the box. The big, red word: “FRAGILE” plastered on the side.

“I wonder what it could be.” You say eyeing the thing.

“Worst case scenario: it’s a bomb.” Steven jokes.

“Well, no point in letting the time tick to zero,” You say, still studying the box for any clues. “Wanna do the honors or should I?”

“You mean, we’re going to actually open the creepy death box.”

“Yes, I’d kinda want to know if what’s in here is actually meant to be here or if we’d have to call SCO-19. Quit being a scaredy cat.” You teased.

“Since, I’m a gentleman,” He says with a shaky voice. “I’ll do the honors.”

You put a hand over your heart further teasing him. “Aw, my hero.”

Steven shoves the tip of the crowbar into the box’s top, hearing a crack to signal that its opening up. Steven still hesitant to open the box, you place a hand over his to grip the crowbar as well. You both look at each other, nod, then pull down.

A final crack sounds and the box is fully open and a cloud of dust disperses. Packing peanuts and bubble wrapped stuffed at the top of the box, obscuring your view of the items inside. Steven takes the initiative and puts his hand into the box and pulling out a porcelain doll with dark brown skin and a traditional Haitian dress. The doll had a sad expression on its face. A red ribbon tying a description tag to the doll’s right hand.

“A doll?” Steven asks, bewilderment in his tone.

“Looks familiar,” You take it from his hands, inspecting it. You notice Steven wiping his hands on his pants. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just a bit of dust, is all.”

Thats’s when you read the name on the tag and your eyes widened. “La Peau de Lueur.” You whispered.

“Glow Skin,” Steven translates. “What does that…” Steven looks at his hands seeing it shimmer like glitter.

Your eyes widened. “My parents told me the story of this artifact as a child. When they were younger and living in a small village in Haiti, there was a woman, Adeline. She killed herself after learning of that her husband was unfaithful. When the authorities found the body, she was found clutching a doll in her right hand. Legend has it that she was a witch who dabbled in black magic and transferred her soul to the doll. Whoever is unlucky enough to encounter it will be hex’d. This dust is no ordinary dust, Steven. It’s some fucking kind of potent death pollen!”

Steven is now heavily breathing, a bead of sweat forming at his forehead. “Bloody hell,” He exclaims. “That can’t possibly be true. Are you saying we could die?”

“It sounds absurd, yes. But look at us. We’re a mess. It must be real.”

Your heartbeat was racing and the your skin shimmered. Steven had more exposure than you so his symptoms were full blown. His eyes were dark, lips pouty, raging erection straining his pants, and the shimmering against his olive skin made him look so delicious.

“There must be something we could do.”

Your legs felt like jelly. You rest your back against one of the tall pillars in the room for support.

You read the note on the card aloud.

*“Quand la poussière retombe

La peau brillera

La chaleur va monter

Tu rencontreras ta mort

Mais à travers les affres de l'extase

Alors tu seras Libra.”

“Throes of ecstasy? As in…”

You nod. “It’s the only way to break the curse.”

It was unfortunate that your first time having sex would be an involuntary decision. But somehow you felt worse for Steven. He’s no way attracted to you yet he’s forced in this union, too.

“Do you want this?” His body suddenly against yours. You were now sandwiched between his hard body and the hard pillar.

The aching and throbbing between your legs increases. “I do. I want it.” You bite back a moan as he ground himself against you, feeling his arousal. His body against yours gave some relief but it wasn’t enough.

He brings his both his hands up, sliding them over your clothed arms before settling them at the buttons of your cardigan. He looks up at you and you nod. Unbottoning the sweater, he pulls it off you before throwing it to the ground.

You wore flimsy white spaghetti stap top underneath. Your nipples hard, peaking through. He ghosts his lips over your collarbone as he lowers the straps to your top.

Then, He blows air against your neck while plucking at your nipples through your shirt. And you absolutely melt. “Mmm.” You moan with a shudder.

“Is that good?” He sounded so sexy. Lust clearly in his voice. His accent thicker than ever. You reminded yourself it was only the pollen that’s causing him to want you.

“Yes. So good.” You dig your nails into the small of his back.

“I can practically smell your arousal between your legs,” His lips now to your ear. “Would you like me to taste?”

You nod, frantically.

“Use your words, love.”

“Please. Taste me, Steven.” You say, breathlessly.

“Such a good girl.” He growls before his hands hikes up your pencil skirt. He slowly pulls down your underwear, lowering to his knees. Draping one of your legs over his shoulders, his face is now staring at your cunt.

He groans, bringing his finger up to spread your lips. “Look at that pretty pussy. So wet. So plump. Begging to be filled.”

His swipes his tongue quickly at your clit. You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a scream.

He pulls your hand away. “No. I want to hear you. Put your arms behind you. Wrap them around that pillar until I tell you to move them.”

You whine but all you could do was obey. His presence itself commanded it. “Keep your eyes on mine.” He says as he’s inching towards your pussy. His lips latching onto your clitoris.

You’re a writhing and moaning mess. Your moans bouncing through the walls of the museum. “St-Steven, f-fuck.”

“That’s it, darling. Scream for me,” His hot breath against your core. “Go on and let those hands free. Want them in my hair.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Your hands immediately flew down to grip his dark curls, pushing his head further against you. You don’t know whether you want to throw your head back to scream or continue looking into his lust-filled eyes.

He’s gone completely feral. He feasted on your flesh as if you were the juiciest fruit. Your breathing becoming so frantic, you were worried you’d pass out.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking incredible.” He groans, kissing at your flesh. You notice him jerking himself as he ate you out.

“Steven,” You whimpered. You were so turned on by the sight of him getting pleasure from your pleasure. “I need you to fuck me. Now. I’m aching for you.”

“Gotta get you ready for me, love.”

He pushes a finger in you. Your eyes widen at the intrusion. You’ve had your fingers in you before but his were way thicker and longer. “Oh, my god. Oh, fuck.”

“A tight little thing, aren’t ya,” He says, pumping his finger in and out. “I’ll have to break you in.” He adds another finger, looking up to watch your reaction.

You squirm and cried out. His thick fingers stretched you in ways you weren’t sure were possible. He pumped in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace, rubbing at your clit with his thumb at a similar speed.

But then he adds his tongue into the equation once again. You were a goner. The coil finally snaps and you scream an ear -piercing scream. But his tongue doesn’t stop and he’s still pumping with his fingers at your sensitive core.

You were a sobbing mess and it only seemed to urge him on. This man was not the Steven you knew. The man you knew was shy, sweet, level-headed. But this Steven was a man possessed. “Oh god, please. I need your cock. I want you to ruin me.”

This seemed to be enough to end both of your torture because he pulls his mouth away from your dripping core. He spreads your cardigan on the floor. “Strip.”

You both quickly discarded of your clothes. Steven’s lying on his back on the cardigan. “I want you to ride me.”

You put your legs on either side of his body. Lowering yourself, your pussy hovering just above his erection. It stood tall, looked painfully hard but ready to enter you. It looked almost intimidating.

“I’m a virgin,” You confess. You know you were ruining the mood. But you had to let him know. Obviously, you had to do this or the inevitable will happen but you had to warn him in case the sex is bad. In case, he questioned you for your inexperience.

He looks up at me with pity. “Honestly, I would’ve wished to be able to take you out on a date before we went to this step.”

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes,” He put his hands to his face. “I’m a fool for holding back for so long. I was just scared you didn’t see me that way. Not to mention, you’re much younger. I assumed you prefer men—“ He chokes out a moan as you lowed down on his dick taking his tip into you.

“Steven! Shit. You’re so fucking big,” You bring your hands back behind you, resting them on both his legs for support. “I want you to watch your cock filling me.”

You lowered yourself taking him inch by inch. The stretching causing a slight burn. Groans slipping from both your lips. You go up again and slide back down. Eventually, you find a delicious rhythm that has you both basking in its intensity.

“God, I love watching that tight cunt swallowing me whole.” His cock glistening from your slick and blood. He didn’t want to admit it to you but he took pride in seeing the blood as a reminder that he’s officially popped your cherry.

He’s dreamt of this moment for so long. He assumed you to be inexperienced because of the way you’d blush when anything remotely sexual was mention, but you’d been virgin. It made the most sense.

After going up and down a few times, pleasure took over most of the pain of being stretched and soon you brought your hands to his chest for support and slamming down your hips. He bottoms out.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Steven groans.

You ride him as if this was something you’ve done countless times before. You circle your hips and went up and down, teasing him a bit.

“You’re doing amazing,” He praises.

You lean in, kissing him. The kiss is hungry and your tongues fought for dominance as you continue to ride him. When you pulled away, a line saliva connecting your lips broke off against your chin and dripped down your chest.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good around me,” You clenched, he moans at the action. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“I’m gonna cum, too. Want your cum so badly. I want you to cum on my ass.” You whine. He growls at that proclamation. Your butt was one of the many parts of you that he loved.

You rotate yourself with his dick still inside, your back now facing him. He takes your hips and pounds into you. “Oh, fuuuck!” The pressure in your stomach building.

“Rub that clit for me, darling,” He moans. “Go on. Let me feel you cum.”

Those words were enough. You feel your orgasm crash into like a freight train. You rubbed at yourself frantically, trembling violently on his cock. Tears once again streaming down your face. Clenching super hard around him making it difficult for him to pump in and out of you. Your breath taken away. You gasp for air. Once you recovered your breath, you felt Steven’s thrust begin to falter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He pulls out of you with a groan and you feel the spurts of warmth on your ass. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, completely satisfied.

You slip off of him laying beside him on the cardigan. The two of you panting for air until you both broke out in giggles.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the middle of the museum. We are so fired.” You laughed.

Steven laughs, shrugging. “Worth it.”

English Translation

* When the dust settles

The skin will shimmer

The heat will rise

You will meet your demise

But through the throes of ecstasy

Then so shall you be set free

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marvelthottie · 1 year

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Competitive Streak - Part 1

pairing: Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader, Jake Lockley x Black Reader

rating: explicit(18+ mdni)

summary: The boys are completing to see who could take you on the best date.

warnings: none

It all started when you said your first date with Steven was one of your favorites when you were getting ready for bed. This made Steven, who was fronting at the moment, pause. A smile that quickly turned to a frown and a scrunched eyebrow.

“What the hell, that disaster was your favorite.” A light Chicago accent was present, which could only mean Marc had appeared.

You finished your skincare routine and applied your sleep lip mask before replying. “I didn’t say it was my favorite; it was one of my favorites. It may have been a disaster, but it was sweet.”

“Sweet!” he bellowed, letting a chuckle out. “He spilled water all over you, grabbed napkins, and damn near fell in your lap trying to dry you off.”

You barked out a laugh thinking about how all you felt at the moment was how cute his nervousness was.

“It was only water Marc.”

“I can take you on a better date.” He looked towards the mirror in front of you two. You watched as his eyebrow rose and wondered what the others were saying. Sometimes you wish you knew what was happening, but they always told you eventually. You left the bathroom, going to lie in their bed, to which Steven returned.

“So, I’m the favorite, huh?” He teased.

“Oh my gosh, you three never take what I say for what it is” You chuckled, pulling him close. “Don’t make this a big deal, please.” It was directed to them; you settled down with Steven, bonnet secured, and lights off.

Saying they made it a big deal was an understatement. The following morning you woke to an empty bed. “Steven?” you called to a lack of reply. You checked your phone to a message from Marc, ‘Get pretty, I will be around by 12. Not too dressed up.’ You cheesed and immediately rosed to get ready.

A carnival, you talked about it coming soon idly, but you didn’t think he was genuinely paying attention. You and Marc spent the next few hours seeing who could win the most booth games, and then Marc worked hard to win you a big stuffed gummy bear. You rode the carousel and Ferris wheel in constant laughter. Eating nachos, corndogs, and cotton candy, Marc made sure you kept a smile on your face.

After you’ve done everything you could at the carnival, you guys head home. You guys idly talked about anything and everything, showering together and sharing light kisses. After you ordered pizza and picked out a movie, you noticed he gaze upon you.

“Yes?” you questioned

“So out of 10, how was the date?” Marc chuckled lightly, pulling you closer to the couch.

“Definitely 8/10; you cheated me on half the games.”

“8/10, gonna be hard to beat.” He responded more to himself, and you raised an eyebrow at him. He kissed your forehead, “Oh, don’t worry bout it.”

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Used @futuremrsreid Smut prompt for this but no smut. Lol but it’s highly suggestive so mdni! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything so apologies if it is rough around the edges. Please comment if you like :)

Marc is very possessive in this and the other moon boys are mentioned. Y/n is black !

89. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

You were dressed and ready to go out dancing with your friends. Your braids went down your back and ended at your waist and you had a fresh set of lashes. And your outfit was stellar. You had on a tiny black tube dress that just ended at your butt and hugged every curve. You turned to the side and admired the way your butt filled out the dress.

“Marc—babe I’m heading out now.” You called out bending down to lace up your hot pink string heels

“What time are you gonna be back?” He asked in response. He was lounging in the living room. He had Fleetwood Mac spinning on the record player while he nursed a beer.

You came click clacking out in your pink heels, tiny dress and long braids and leaned down to give Marc a kiss on the cheek. “Around 3AM ish—I gotta run though my Uber is 5 minutes away.” In the rushed nature of the kiss you gave Marc in addition to you fumbling around in your purse to ensure you had everything a night out with the girls required you missed Marc’s jaw on the floor.

His eyes trailed up from your feet clad in heels, to your thick thighs up to your behind which was barely covered by the tiny piece of cotton you were attempting to pass as a dress. From your butt he admired the way your waist curved inward and flared out to your wide hips,further up he found himself licking his lips at how your breasts spilled slightly over the neckline of your dress.

Then his jaw tensed. You and the girls were going clubbing. There were bound to be countless guys out who would be checking for a girl as sexy as you. The outfit did nothing but excentuate your sex appeal. Men would come to you like sailors drawn to a siren. Right before you said your final goodbye Marc cut you off

“Wait—no. You are not going out in that outfit.”

“Marc—what do you mean? My Uber is—“

“Listen, I don’t care about the Uber you are not going out dressed like that. Especially not without me.” He said more firmly.

“You’re not invited. It’s girls night” you said. “Babe I really don’t have time—“

Marc then got up and stalked over to you. You both were now chest to chest and he towered over you. You looked up. The glitter eye shadow you had caught the low lights of the living room. Marc ran his fingers up your bare thighs and then grabbed a handful of your ass pulling you in the process so you were flush against him. He took a deep inhale of your YSL perfume and relished in the feeling of your breasts pressing against him.

“You look too good…I don’t want any other men looking at you.” He murmured into your neck breathing you in.

You found yourself beginning to rock against him. Your mutual attraction had you to pulling even closer together like highly charged magnets. You rubbed your lips together and closed your eyes tightly. You pushed your Freshly manicure hands on his chest and pushed away.

“Baby-the girls are expecting me. And this is perfectly acceptable clubbing attire.” You did a spin so he could get a 360 of your dress. “I’m fine as I am.”

“Your braids are longer than your dress.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Marc—“

“And it’s acceptable attire if your going out to look for guys to hook up with. Last time I checked you have a 3-in-1 package deal going on.” He said reminding you of his alters. You smiled thinking of your other boys. Steven and Jake did keep you busy. Marc walked back up to you and trailed his nose up from your shoulder to your jaw. “And you smell to sweet to be going anywhere without me…” You felt your body involuntary tremble at the feeling of this stuble. Then your phone vibrated notifying you that your driver was less than 2 minutes away.

“Marc-“ you began. But he slipped his hand into your purse and tossed your phone onto the couch.

“Like I said fuck the Uber. Stay home so I can take you out of this dress or change into something else.” He ran his tounge along your jaw. At that your heart rate jump started. “Jake and Steven think the same. You look to good to go anywhere without us…stay home and maybe if your lucky we’ll all take care of you tonight.”

“The three of you?” You breathlessly asked. The boys have worked out a system so they can have full days in the body. Only occasionally will the switch back and forth or will someone ‘take’ the body on. Even more rarely will they do it when you sleep with them. But every time they did it while you were intimate it left something to fondly remember.

“Mmmh.” Marc affirmed kissing your jaw. He then pulled your leg up and hoisted it on his hip. You leaned against the wall for further support. He ran his leg up your thigh. Then gave it a slight slap. “Look at this fucking leg—“ Marc groaned aloud “I could bite it.”

You caught each other’s eyes. With his other hand he cradled your face. You leaned forward and kissed him. Deeply. You licked his lower lip and he worked his tounge into your mouth in response. The kiss became filthy. All saliva, tounge, lip gloss and groans. But he suddenly pulled away.

“Stay home.” He said firmly.

“O-okay.” You eagerly agreed. The two of you continue your kiss and moved into the bedroom. In the back of your mind you were glad that you charged the now missed Uber to his card rather than your own.

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