Marc Spector Smut - Tumblr Posts

greed - marc spector

Greed - selfish desire for money, status or power

So this is in part inspired by @missdictatorme's post here but is also part of my Seven Sins series

have we all seen the tinkerbell gif? do y'all know what that is? you should. if you don't you're too young to be here.

ANYWAY.

cw: guess. spanking, sex, angry sex - not hate sex, marc is just Aggressive, 18+, reader is an avatar for Ra, afab reader, face riding, semi-public sex.

*i made reader small just because of the fairy thing but that doesn't mean 'skinny' it just means proportionally small. this is too many disclaimers just read it xox

He hated asking for help. God, it burned his skin alive to bow down to that level. It felt like he was a grumpy child asking for help with his shoelaces. But even Marc knew it had to be done. This mission was too big to be done alone.

He met your eagerness with cruelty. Refusing to look you in the eye, Marc barked orders and beckoned you into the fight. As an avatar of Ra, you had quite the arsenal for tricks and weapons. Marc didn't want to admit, but it was pretty damn impressive.

With the effortless grace of a dancer, you swept the feet out from another assailant, swinging your mantle expertly into his face.

Marc stumbled back, watching you dance around your opponents, face serene as dawn.

Oh shit-

A man came up behind you, too fast for you to catch. Marc lurched forward too slow, and the man's fist collided with your shoulders. Buckling, you collapsed in a pool of gold shimmer, radiating out from the point of impact.

Huh. Marc filed that away for later, scooping you up and slamming the assassin's face into a stone wall. The man collapsed, surrounding himself in irony crimson sludge.

You would be fine, but Marc still propped you up, pulling off his mask to inspect you for injuries. Catching your breath, you wheezed a grin.

"You...you didn't say you were pretty," you coughed around a laugh, winking at him with your good eye.

Marc flickered a grin, ignoring the way his cheeks heated. A subtle warmth radiated off of you - the heat of Ra's healing rays at work. He subconsciously pressed closer, drinking in the heat. Your breathing had evened, dark eyes watching his with interest. He looked away, shifting back. The luster of your strong arms was intensely preoccupying his mind. It made you pearlescent, glowing in the moonlight.

Sun and moon, two peas in a pod.

He was delirious. Mumbling something about needing bandages, Marc fled, sweeping off into the night sky. He felt the warmth of your gaze burning his back for hours later. Stumbling into the kitchen, he didn't wait to undress before fisting himself furiously to the vision of your halo, crying into his hand.

Every fight, you danced the waltz of tension. The rope twisted and knotted tighter each time, heated gazes now molten magma in your eyes. Marc had his fair share of sinister fantasies, jaw aching with the urge to bite into your neck.

He thought back to the shimmering halo that enveloped you after each hit. He could make you shine brighter than anything.

Hot, heavy lust pounded thickly as he ran, feeling like weight dragging at his heels. His core was roiling, twisting his gut so hard he almost groaned a release in the middle of the alley. The fight was over, you'd parted ways with a slow, coy wink and a flourish of shimmering breeze. The scent of linen and honey coated his mouth like a drug, making logic feel floaty and detached.

Marc shuddered against a wall, growling loudly. He sucked in lungfuls of soiled London air, wishing that it was your smell. Panting, he tried to shut out the building arousal.

"O-oh fuck," he gritted out, flexing his hands against the mossy wall.

Something gently rustled his hair, sweet air swirling around his nose.

"You," he breathed, stumbling towards the end of the alley. Your concerned expression met his.

"I heard you," were the frantic words out of your mouth, assessing him for damage, "are you-"

Marc slammed you against the wall, mouth snarling over yours. A surprised yowl was swallowed by his urgency. You moaned weakly, hands shoving at his chest. Quickly, you relented, sinking into the wet heat of his mouth. He licked and sucked at your tongue, drinking in every noise and breath you made. That familiar heat was rising around your skin, making his spine prickle with lust.

"Need," he gasped, groaning into your neck, "off-"

His strong arms bracketed you against wet brick while he dug his fingers under your wraps, cupping your center with a moan. You rocked gently, eyes wide at the cresting feeling of his fingertips on your wetness.

Marc smiled slowly, greed burning alongside his lust. He watched your expression shift as he softly stroked your folds, shuddering into waterfalls of pleasure. A shimmer flickered around you, enhancing the flush that decorated your cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah," he grinned, watching as you rocked harder, whining into his neck. "I know, almost there."

Marc took another bite of your neck, suckling the fragranced skin. His own need surged strongly, forcing his hips to roll against yours. The dripping heat of you squeezed at his fingers, the suckling sensation enough to destroy the last of his dignity.

Ignoring the public view of this debacle, Marc shoved his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at your honey that dripped onto his suit. You were a wreck, heaving and mewling in his arms. He bucked against you, wrenching his cock free. Your eyes widened at the size, and he took a moment to bask in your awe.

Without warning he sheathed himself smoothly, drawing a long moan from your ruined throat. Hot, thick, saccharine pleasure slurred through his delirious mind. Marc thrust up, reveling in the feeling of your cunt. You molded to him perfectly, the soft pink of your walls clenching and fluttering divinely.

"Good, good, good holy ff-fuck-" Marc purred in your ear, shoving you back against a stack of crates. You sighed in pleasure, a cascade of gold shimmer landing on your collarbones. The heady scent of musk and sunlight further emboldened him. Pushing past the ache in his knees, Marc thrust harder, stroking against your depths with primal need.

You huffed and whined, pulsing another wave of shimmer. The lustful haze in your eyes glowed, dewy tears decorating your lashes.

You looked beautiful.

Marc rocked and groaned, hands fisting in your cloak. He couldn't stand - pulling you on top of him as he collapsed against the wet ground. You whimpered, riding him furiously. The halo of pleasure glowed hot and needy around you, warming his skin to boiling. The suit slipped away, revealing listening muscle beneath.

"More," you breathed, moaning brokenly when he slammed you down, hands crushingly tight against your thighs. "More-"

Marc felt his pleasure spiking up too fast, all too fast. He yanked you up, biting back a groan at the strings of slick dripping off his pulsing hard length. The cool night air stung against his sensitive cock, the cooling wetness prickling gooseflesh.

You whimpered protest, scrabbling to return to the heavenly fullness. He smacked your ass, delighting in the burst of glitter that ricocheted. Pulling you onto his face, he took a greedy mouthful of your syrupy mess, licking and sucking in your scent. Above him, you moaned louder, thighs clenching around his face.

Marc stuttered a whine as he felt your strength around his neck, thick tongue plunging deeper. He could feel everything, the wet gummy walls of your cunt trembling at each stroke. The musk that saturated his face smelled of honey and thick, hot summer. It glazed his eyes over, hips undulating into nothing.

His strong hands groped and grabbed at your ass, pulling the tender flesh as waves and waves of shimmer fell onto his skin.

"M...Marc," you stuttered, grabbing onto his hair. "Marc oh god."

A gushing wave of wet flooded his mouth. He refocused, lapping up every drop. The sinful glide of his tongue at your clit splintered heat up your spine, arcing and bucking your spine. You whined high and sharp, riding his face until he shoved you off, mumbling incoherently.

You quivered and sighed, laying in a pool of golden pleasure. Marc had ignored the ache in his core too long. Pawing you back under him, he slowly sank into your freshly soaked cunt, smiling lazily with the overwhelming heat. He felt drunk, rutting into your heat, focused on nothing but pleasure and drawing as much of your beautiful reactions as he could.

Chest heaving with every punching thrust, you hiccupped and whimpered, pleading for mercy with your eyes.

"Good girl," he groaned," good girl, taking it all, good girl." Another moan tore from his throat.

"Give me more."

His demand was insistent, and you swallowed nervously, trying to think past the hypnotizing pace of his hips over yours.

"Wh-what?" you asked, voice high and thin. Marc growled, shoving into you harder, hand wrenching you over onto your stomach.

"Give it all," he spat, smacking your ass harshly. You cried out, shuddering back into his punishing pace. That divine heat spiked higher, another wave of shimmer blanketing the dewy skin of your back. Marc groaned in satisfaction, palm colliding with your supple ass again. He groped you, massaging the flesh and rubbing the shine hard into your skin.

"Sl-slow down," you panted, "slow down I can't breathe ah Marc-"

He folded himself over you, slamming you into the street. Asphalt burned into your cheek as he rutted heavy and hard, hot mouth sucking at your neck. The growls he bit back vibrated against your back. You could feel him harden even more, thrusts becoming shallow and messy.

He needed to see it, needed the proof of your submission. More of the glowing, hot warmth, that sucked him in like a whirlpool and spat him out in a wave of shining dust.

Flecks of gold had rubbed into his skin with the friction. Greedily he smacked you again, grabbing a fistful of your soft flesh.

Slick flooded out of you, slipping obscenely against his length. With a last stuttering whine, Marc spilled into you, bucking and whimpering into your overheated skin. His mouth was insistent and hot, suckling at your jaw. Once the shrieking orgasm had calmed, he settled for mouthing aimlessly, drinking up your pleasured warmth.

Ra's heavenly light basked on your face, blissfully dazed and listless.

The cold night settled over the two of you, intertwined against the wet stones. Marc shakily pushed to his knees, pulling out of you with an obscenely foul sound. You quivered, trying to recollect your thoughts.

Marc gazed down at the mess you had become. Drenched in sweat, cum and golden light, he could feel himself harden again.

A dark voice purred in his ear.

My turn, cabron?

*deep breath* AAAAGHHH I NEED TO EAT HIM

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Hi!!!! Idk if you’re taking requests right now and it’s totally cool if you don’t but I was wondering if you could write the boys with aftercare?!?! One or all, writings choice! If you’d like with one of them maybe the reader safewords? If you’re not comfortable with that I completely understand ASDGHJKL

But anyway I love love love you’re writing you’re so fucking talented 🥺

ROMANA I LOVE YOU OMG YES

So we’re going to go with Marc on this one because I truly cannot imagine safewording with Steven (I mean he’s really hot, but a dork y’know, and I think he’s probably pretty vanilla? So I can’t imagine a scenario where you guys are having kinky enough sex to establish a safe word. He probably fixes you both tea after sex lol) and I could write for Jake but an idea came to me with our dear Marc Spector. I really hope you enjoy!!

(Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, overstimulation, safe word use, unprotected piv, afab!fem!reader, pretty fluffy, not a whole lot of angst!)

How Many Does It Take

You can’t really tell how many orgasms you’ve had by this point. Marc had started between your thighs, eating your pussy like a man starved, sucking at your clit until you had soaked his face not once, but twice.

He’d barely given you a change to breathe through the aftershocks before he had sunk two of his thick fingers into you, under the guise of stretching you out for his cock. But you know better. You know because he had immediately sought out your g-spot, pressing into it and chuckling like a bastard when you gasped and your hips twitched.

He’d worked you through two orgasms like that, his two fingers turning into three.

Your mind had already been hazy, your vision slightly blurred when he had sunk his cock into you. You were already so sensitive, and the way he had pounded unrelentingly into your g-spot had made it fucking worse. You had sobbed, hips twitching hard, but Marc held you steady, telling you how good you were. Telling you to cum on his cock. Telling you to cum again. 

And you had, clenching around him hard as you shook in his arms. He floods your pussy with his cum not long after that, and you breathe hard, exhausted and ready to wrap yourself around your boyfriend as you sleep like the dead.

But Marc pulls out of you and you feel his cum leak out of your sensitive pussy. And he takes those thick fingers that you hate to love, and pushes it back in.

He stuffs his cum back into your abused entrance, pressing two fingers into you all over again, and you want to scream when he presses them against your g-spot.

“Marc, ah, ‘s too sensitive. I’m so fucking, so fucking sensitive baby,” you whimper, hips attempting to jerk away, but Marc keeps a strong hand pressed to your lower stomach, holding you still as he plays with your messy cunt. 

“C’mon gorgeous, you can give me another one. So good, so pretty, you gotta give me another one,” he mutters, his muscles bulging as he works his fingers into you, ruthless and unrelenting. He feels it when you cum again, your pussy fluttering softly, and he smiles. “Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl. Another, c’mon. Another.”

You can only whine, tears slowly leaking down your puffy face. You can’t cum again, you can’t. The last one had hurt, a little bit, your stomach cramping up. It feels like he’s ripping orgasms out of you at this point, forceful and violent. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t feel it the way you do. They’re not good orgasms anymore, there’s no satisfaction, only aching.

He leans down to pepper kisses under your jaw, soft pecks that are usually a source of comfort, but not now. Not now. He’s still playing with your g-spot, his thumb rubbing hard circles into your clit. You’re numb, but your body still clenches up involuntarily with another orgasm, and oh god, it hurts.

You’re whining high in the back of your throat, little mutters of “too much, ‘s too much Marc, oh fuck,” whispered between you both. But he isn’t stopping, doesn’t show any plans of stopping anytime soon, and another orgasm wracks your body, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. 

“Red, red, Marc, oh god, red,” you gasp, barely able to fucking breathe. You want to sob in relief when you feel his fingers immediately leave your puffy, abused cunt, but you immediately want to mourn again as his heavy body lifts off of you. His thick hands leave you, leaving you suddenly cold, and you whimper softly.

“Hey, hey,” Marc’s gruff voice filters into your ear, close to your face, but keeping his distance, not taking the chance of touching you when you don’t want it. “Hey, baby, are you hurt? Are you hurting anywhere?” You try to answer, but no sound comes out, your throat sticky and choked. “Just one word, baby, yes or no. Are you hurt?”

“No,”  you mutter, your voice breathy and ruined to your own ears. “Just,” you cough, “hold me?” 

Marc doesn’t hesitate, moving next to you and gathering you up against his naked body, his warm skin a comfort against yours. He’s a little sticky with sweat, but you know that you’re even stickier. You feel wrung dry, the area between your thighs too tacky with a mixture of you and Marc. You’ll need a shower later, but you content yourself with just breathing in Marc’s scent, warm and musky, with a hint of his woodsy deodorant. 

He holds you against him like you’ll disappear, tracing his fingers up your spine as you sync your breathing with his. Neither of you speak, simply existing together as you come back to yourself. You’re not sure how much time passes, only that Marc holds you steady, strong and unyielding in only the way that he can be.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble against his chest, and Marc jerks suddenly, arms hugging you tighter.

“No, baby,” he says, so vehement that you giggle softly. “You never apologize for using the safe word, okay?” You feel his hand come up to nudge your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I am so, so glad you felt safe enough to use it, okay? That took a lot of strength, and I am so proud of you.”

You can’t help how your eyes start to burn at his words, and you desperately want to bury yourself inside of this beautiful, strong, understanding man, and never come out.

“What happened, sweet girl? Just so I don’t do it again, okay? I just need to know,” he whispers, voice cracking just a little bit, and it breaks your heart. You lean up to press a comforting kiss against his lips.

“Just because I can cum multiple times Marc, doesn’t mean I should, okay handsome?” you croak out, and you watch Marc’s brows furrow. 

“You get so hyper-focused on making me cum, baby, and even though that is like, every girl's dream, it starts to hurt after a while, you know?” Marc nods at your explanation, and you smile softly at him. “You are so, so good in bed baby, but my body can’t really handle that many orgasms back to back. Maybe we can keep it to a maximum of four?”

Marc smooths his hand over your cheek before cupping the back of your head, guiding you into a soft kiss. “Okay, baby, four it is,” he mumbles into your mouth, and you giggle in response, bringing one of your hands up to brush a thumb over his stubbly cheek. 

“I love you Marc,” you whisper, and Marc whimpers softly, almost like he’s relieved.

“I love you too baby, so much. So fucking much,” he says against your lips. He kisses you softly, again and again, chaste and warm and loving.

“Think you could carry me to the shower, handsome?” you whisper after a few minutes. “Don’t think my legs are in working condition yet.”

Marc chuckles, before standing up off the bed and scooping you up into his strong arms. “Bath instead?” he asks, carrying you through the apartment.

Your heart swells, threatening to choke you. “You’re too good to me, Spector.”

“Well, a trusted source did tell me that I’m every girl's dream,” he chuckles. “Gotta live up to the name, right baby?”

“You already do.”

couldn't resist - marc spector

cw: failed aftercare/pos, overstim intensely, a bit of begging, desperate moon boys, Bodily Fluid. cnc, both are in a consenting relationship

not...kinktober but definitely something.

You shifted, whining uncomfortably as Marc shifted your knees up to your chest. The muscles in your legs were Useless after Steven had pounded you into a pulp. Reduced to a melted mess, you spread limply over the soaked mattress. Steven had smothered you in kisses for a bit until you were both exhausted. Marc had fronted immediately after, patiently wetting a rag and swiping gently around your folds.

"Lay still," he murmured, stroking your knee comfortingly. "I don't wanna hurt you."

You tried to stop trembling, waves of aftershocks sending occasional shockwaves through your limbs. The torn edges of your focus slowly restitched themselves as the soothing warmth brushed over your raw skin. The rag was gone, and Marc had begun gently rubbing in lotion.

Deliriously, you curled into yourself. A nap sounded wonderful. He grunted and righted you, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Almost done, honey, just wait."

You huffed a petulant sigh. Your pussy ached for a break, even though Marc was being very gentle. Your pink folds were puffy and glistening, leftover arousal still leaking steadily. Steven had sucked you dry but the stimulation was a little too much. Marc hummed quietly, fingers trailing absentmindedly through the mess.

"M-Marc," you hissed, twitching away. He chuckled and the feeling disappeared.

"Sorry, got distracted," he said sheepishly. Carefully, he lowered your legs to the downy blanket. The dirty ones were hastily shoved to the unused side of the bed. Steven fucked you closest to the wall so he'd have something to brace against. How considerate - he'd left half of the bed free from cum.

Your eyelids were heavy while you watched Marc dispose of the rag and lotion. He returned shirtless and dressed for bed. You scrunched up tighter, muscles aching pleasantly.

"Spread your legs, baby, it'll feel better. You're adding to the pressure." Marc gripped your thighs and tugged you down, gently opening you up to the cool night air. You tensed, preparing for another round.

All done, no more teasing. After a moment, you relaxed, realizing he wanted you to calm down. Marc leaned against the bedframe, eyes trained on your blushing, fucked out form.

"You're so pretty," he cooed, a finger tracing your ankle. You smiled blearily and patted the mattress.

"Sleep w' me," you mumbled, tongue thick and throat raw. Marc didn't respond, mouth open slightly as he stared at your ruined cunt. His hand absently began stroking the bedpost, eyes dark and soulful. You whined louder.

"Marc."

His lusty gaze snapped to your face, something warm and hidden glowing inside.

"I love you," he murmured, "you know that?"

Confused, you nodded, still unsure why he hadn't joined you. Marc crawled over the bedframe and knelt over your legs, hands rubbing gently on your waist.

"Sorry, baby," he whispered in your ear, lips brushing your earlobe. Frowning, you tilted to look at him.

"Wha-"

He shucked his shorts and with a massive groan sheathed himself in your warm, abused core. You arched and hollered, nerves reigniting at the sudden sensation. Marc moaned and shuddered, hips pumping slowly as your folds sucked him in.

"I know, I know," he groaned, warm palms groping at your love-bitten breasts. The sticky heat of your pussy gripped him wonderfully, all soft and wet from Steven's round earlier. The whimpers and sobs rolling out of you were music to his ears as he fucked long and hard.

"C-couldn't resist," he hissed, biting back another moan, "you j-just ah looked so p-prettygodfuckuhh," the sudden pulse of your gummy walls made him seize up, shuddering to grip onto the headboard. Marc howled and ground harder, hips jutting into yours.

It was hot, raw pleasure inside. Your body and mind were warring - one drank in the pleasure and the other actively shunned it, twitching and moving away. Marc's strong hands kneaded into your pillowy thighs and you moaned loudly, pulsing around his length.

The hazy grip of pleasure was choking any logic from Marc's mind. He knew you needed rest; Steven had just fucked your brains out for two hours. But god when you stared at him with those big doe eyes and a positively dripping cunt...

He couldn't resist.

A painfully fast climax had you in a headlock, sending searing heat downwards. Waves of hot sticky slick poured out, ruining the fine job Marc had done of cleaning you up. The added heat made him shudder and groan, churning that syrupy mess inside. He wanted to nestle inside as far as he could go, drowning in pleasure and your musky heat. It was an addiction. He needed to feel every velvety smooth stroke inside.

"God, why, ugh, why right n-now?" you moaned, writhing under Marc's strong grip. He didn't respond, laser focused on the heavenly drag of your flesh against his. His thighs were shaking with the force of his pleasure.

"Jus' a little more," he grunted, ravenously devouring your plush lips. The honey-sweetness of your mouth coupled with the succulent feel of your silky cunt was a lethal combination. He'd have to sprint to last long enough.

Even in your state, Marc knew you could take it. Steven was gentle with you even at his worst. Whatever he'd done to you earlier wasn't close to your limit.

So he pounded harder, rocking the mattress with the pistoning of his hips. Each thrust made a loud, wet sound against your raw pussy. The bounce of your tits demanded attention, which he happily provided. The added stimulation sent you spiraling.

You could feel your insides molding around him, gasping deep when he stroked under your sternum. The thick, raw energy that rolled off of your boyfriend had you drooling, slumping into his grip. Marc took the hint and flipped you flat on your back.

The mattress squeaked in protest to his pace, your hips punching into the soft fabric. Any hopes of salvaging the sheets were....not a priority.

Marc whimpered and ground up higher, trying to fuse himself to you. The inebriating heat of your cunt was making him stupid, humping and moaning like a dog. You were divine like this, flushed and utterly ruined underneath him. The stiff peak of your clit flared and pulsed with need.

He dragged a calloused thumb over your pearl, sending another crippling wave of pleasure up your spine. You flexed and gushed around his length, stirring the magma in his stomach. Time was all mushy and Marc struggled to slow himself.

Pace yourself, slow down, he remembered. But it was too much, too hot, too wet and tight and-

"Oh h-hell," he choked, cock pulsing and blushing red as he staved off his climax. He knew you were close, and the thought of finishing together was too good to pass up.

"Come on," he urged, stroking your clit and sucking on your jaw, "you can do it, baby, come on-"

Limbs locking tight with pleasure, you sailed over the hurdle, soaking his lap with your slick. Marc rutted and throbbed into you, muffling his moans in your neck. His aborted thrusts pushed his spend back inside, gushing and sticking obscenely on your thighs.

"Oh, sweet thing made a mess, huh?" his voice teased as you shuddered and hiccupped. Your response was severed by the dragging sensation of him drawing backwards. You wailed, your overstimulated folds weeping his seed and yours. The creamy slick glistened on your red, aching flesh.

Icing on a cake, Marc thought blissfully, mindlessly rolling his hips into a pillow. You saw his slowly hardening length and dragged in a slow breath. A fat, wet tear bubbled down your cheek as you met his dark gaze.

"B-but-"

"M sorry," he breathed, reaching for you, "it's so hard to stop..."

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22. Face Sitting ft. Marc Spector x Gender Neutral Reader

Request: 22. 👀My boy Marc deserves it

Author Note: Keep in mind English is not my first language

Character Scenarios/Kink List

Warning(s)⚠: sub Marc Spector, rimming, spit, handjob, tears, spanking, and showering together

You had been asking Marc to do this with you for a while but of course, he refused every time you even mentioned it

It’s not that he didn’t want to do it, it’s that he was embarrassed to let himself look so vulnerable in front of you

you guys have had sex before and done a ton of things but this was just different for him and the thought of it terrified him

But when Marc came back from his “work,” stressed all he wanted to do was be vulnerable with you, and when you began to help him relax he finally asked you for a change

“Do you wanna.. Do that thing you been asking?” He mumbled out like it was a secret between the two of you that he was ashamed to have

“You wanna try face-sitting?” You asked surprised as he winced at the name almost like the name was the worst part of the act

“Yeah if your up for it?” He asked cautiously looking up at you u to gauge your reaction as you just smirked at him leaning down to give him a quick kiss

Soon Marc was completely nude after taking a shower and you were laying down comfortably in the middle of his bed watching as he situated himself above your face lowering himself on you

You let him take his time to get comfortable as he hovered inches before you giving you a nod signaling you, grabbing his thighs you licked the rim of his hole teasing it as he shivered

His breath hitched as you flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up his hole giving him long licks and he couldn’t help but feel pleasure from his cunt, trying to keep his composure

“Fuck that’s, really good..” he said as his chest heaved up and down feeling fire burning inside of him, you pressed the tip of your tongue in teasing his cunt as he gasped biting his lip to contain his loud noises

He slowly started to lose his composure, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white, you swirled your tongue around as he let out a loud moan his hand shot up to his mouth to try to muffle his sounds,

his whimpers seeped through as you fucked him with your tongue and he tried to move away from you pulling back from the intensity as you grabbed his hips and slammed him back down on your tongue

You spread his ass and gave him a harsh squeeze as your tongue dug deep into his hole causing him to jerk forward, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of you exploring his aching hole

The sensation left him speechless as his mouth flew open gasping and moaning your name as he rocked his hips against your mouth trying to get more friction as you ate him out

His large thighs were practically crushing your head with the sheer amount of force he was using as his mouth fell slack, you pulled away to spit on his cunt only to spread it around and lap it up all over again

His whole body was shaking and his arms shot forward to steady himself as he couldn’t stop the string moans leaving his mouth, all the stress from earlier was quickly replaced with lust as he let out loud cries for you

His legs quivered and he tried to move around and adjust himself but you held him in place and sucked on him even faster and rougher than before leaving him extremely overwhelmed as you gave his ass a harsh slap

He felt his orgasm coming near and wrapped his hand around his leaking cock, his hand moving in sync with your tongue as you began to kneed his ass giving long licks as his hole twitched

He finally came riding out his high on your face as you lapped up the juices, his whole body shook from the intensity but your movements didn’t still until his cunt was completely clean causing him to let out incoherent moans

He fell forward collapsing on top of you as you laughed at him and he tried to catch his breath gasping for air before rolling over and laying next to you as he chuckled

“I’m glad you talked me into that but we’re never doing that again,” he said sighing as you smirked at him

“We both know you’ll be begging me to do it again in a week,” you laughed out as he giggled

“I think I’m gonna have to take another shower,” he said sitting up as you nodded

“I’ll go with you I need one too,” you said getting up to help him as his legs wobbled

You both took a shower and slept off the rest of the night, and despite Marc's words about never doing this again, it definitely did and may have even been a routine for the two of you after his “work,” a little thing to help you both relax

Marc Spector- Paying Your Debt

Summary: Moon Knight saved your life, and now you're Marc Spector's glorified assistant. But when you pick him up one night after a fight, you get to feel the suit first hand, and what he keeps underneath it. (~2k words)

Contents: 🔥18+, nsfw, some plot and then smut in public w/ no one around, one reference to Jake and Steven

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You owe Marc Spector a debt. 

And he was making you pay it back piece by agonizing piece. It was never something big like, “go on a mission with me or kill this guy for me or take off your clothes and lay down on the bed.”

You keep a list of the things he’d asked you for taped to your refrigerator. It’s like an invoice, a running tally. But you have no idea when the number of things would end up equaling him having saved your life.

******** -Spector List- Picked up from airport (x2) Sutures (x4) + learning how to suture Laundry (annoying and bloody) Set up recurring payments for storage unit (dumb) Take winter tires to the storage unit (too heavy) Pick up book orders Prep and stash go-bags (4 of 7) Ammo (remind him no guns!) ********

Your phone chimes. Not your real phone. The one Marc has given you. It’s a tiny, old flip-phone. 

Spector: pick me up at the university library You: was getting ready for bed Spector: now You: say please Spector: just do it

With a sigh, you write ‘chauffeur’ on your list and head out, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas.

The campus is beautiful this time of year, even in the dark. Warm, fall colors under the moonlight.

You park in front of the library and wait. It’s just after dark on a Saturday night and pretty dead.

You flip open your phone.

You: where r u? Spector: drive around back

You drive around the building and Marc is leaning against the wall. He stands out in the unlit parking lot. He’s still wearing the suit and mask, the dusky white-gray billowing in the breeze and glowing white eyes tracking you as you drive in. He pushes off and walks toward you. He’s limping.

You’d seen him in a lot of states. Hero-mode when he’d saved you, battered and bloody when he came to you for help, annoyed almost always.

Today, though, his body language is tired.

He opens the passenger door and sits down hard, his cape disappearing as he does. He makes a noise like he’s uncomfortable.

“Are you going to be okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, have to leave the suit on. I’m not done healing.” He takes a few deep breaths, presses a hand to his ribs. “But almost. Drive.”

“You’re a superhero. Do you really want people seeing you riding shotgun in a shitty car like this? No one’s around.” You put the car in park and turn off the engine.

The mask and hood disappear from his head. His curly hair is a little shiny from whatever fight he was just in, but he is beautiful as always.

“So what was it this time? A murderer? A rapist? Both?”

He glances at you, shifting his weight to see how his healing’s progressing. 

“You talk so much,” he says.

“You could stop texting me. Rope some other sucker into being your gopher.”

The corner of his mouth tips up into a smile. “I like that you talk so much.”

Your eyes widen. “Wow, Marc, that’s only the second nice thing you’ve ever said to me. The first being the night you rescued me when you said that I, quote, ‘have good instincts for picking a safe route home.’ Oh, wait, that was sarcastic wasn’t it, because I almost died? Okay then, the talking thing is only nice thing you’ve ever said.”

He rolls his head back and forth, stretching out. Instinctively you reach over and rub the back of his neck with your fingers, massaging his tense muscles. He leans into your touch immediately.

His skin is warm and soft. The ends of his hair brush against your hand.

“That’s nice,” he says quietly.

“Okay, seriously, did the bad guys inject you with some kind of personality-changing drug?”

He shakes his head. “Just tired.” He looks over at you. “Come closer.”

You look at him. “We’re sitting next to each other in a car. I’m about as ‘closer’ as I can get.”

He gently runs his hand around your upper arm. Even though you'd felt the grab of his fingers in the suit on the night he'd rescued you, it had all happened so fast that you couldn't remember how it had felt.

You look at it, surprised. “I thought the wrapping was rough. It’s not. It’s soft.”

He tugs you closer, until he can pull you over to sit on his lap, your back resting against the door and one of his arms around you. It was the closest you’d been to him since the night he saved you. 

You’d thought stitching him up was intimate, the few times he couldn’t put on the suit and had to make do until he could use it to heal, but this was more than that.

“Does this hurt your ribs?” You ask.

He shakes his head. “I’m fully healed now. Back to normal.”

“Sure, this is normal. A grown woman sitting in the lap of a grown man who is wearing the ceremonial armor of an ancient deity. Normal.”

His smile is unexpectedly warm. It makes you warm.

“Marc?”

“Hmm?” His hand idly moves up and down your thigh. His big, brown eyes look at you, a few curly strands of hair fall over his forehead.

“Do you have an erection under there or is that, like, a protective cup for your junk when you’re-“

“It’s an erection.”

You nod, feeling your cheeks turn pink. “It’s big. I mean, um, huge. No, just… I should shut the fuck up.”

He smiles, running his fingers tantalizingly between your thighs with more pressure now. “I realized something about me and you when I was out today.”

You tip your head at him. “You think about me while you’re bashing people’s faces in? Awww.”

“You make me smile,” he says. His hand moves further up between your legs, the space between his thumb and forefinger wedged against the hottest part of you. Your breath stutters. “I look forward to seeing you, hearing your voice. It’s the only nice part of my day sometimes.”

“Marc,” you say slowly.

“Let me do something for you.” He starts to rock his hand gently against you, creating delicious friction that you can tell is going to make you embarrassingly wet in three seconds flat.

“Can’t you just get me a gift card?” You say, already sounding slightly out of breath.

He gives you a look, one that says you’re ridiculous. But this time, it seems like a compliment.

He tips his head forward to kiss your neck while his hands pull off your pajama pants. He tosses them into the back of the car and grabs your hips, lifting and turning your body to straddle him. Sometimes you forgot how strong he really was.

You rock against him on instinct while you take off your shirt. You feel Marc’s cock flex when he sees that you didn’t wear a bra tonight.

Moonlight spills across your chest through the windows. He traces it with his mouth.

Gently, he pushes you until your upper back is reclining on the dashboard. He looks you over, then down at where you’re already clenching, needy, wet for him.

He runs his thumb over you, the soft fabric of his gloves just enough texture to make your cunt clamp down. He pops the digit in his mouth to taste. “Still want that gift card?” He says.

“Depends. How much is it?”

You crane your neck to see the crotch of his suit retract just enough to release his cock, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. You want to put it in your mouth, but he holds you firmly against him.

“Fuck, Spector, your face isn’t the only pretty thing you have,” you say.

He smiles. “I can think of a place where it’d look better,” he says.

You brace your hands against his forearms as he holds his cock steady, lining it up with your entrance. You push yourself down onto him, trying to relax so you can take him all in one go.

He braces his hands against your thighs. “Easy- fuck- baby”

You moan, moving up and then down, seating yourself further onto him. It takes what feels like forever to get there. He cants his hips, pushing the last of his thick base into your cunt and pausing for you to stretch around him. Your breath is shaking. You’ve never been so full. All you can think is that you will never be able to go back, not after him.

He runs his hands over you and you feel the suit retract from his hands so he can touch the rest of your body with his skin. He rolls your nipples between his fingers as he surges his hips up. You use his arms as leverage, pulling and pushing in time to the snap of his hips.

Marc brings one hand down to stroke his fingers at the edges of your cunt, where it’s grabbing onto his cock like a second skin. He plays with the ring of wetness, gliding it up and playing with your clit. 

He collects more and brings his fingers to your lips, pushing them inside your mouth. You suck on his fingers as you ride him, your hips rolling now as you feel yourself tightening, feeling him drive you toward release.

“Please, Marc,” you whine.

“You’re close, you’re close- oh fuck- come on baby- come on,” he grabs your hips and moves you up and down on his cock. He looks wrecked, watching himself fuck in and out of you.

Your hand slaps against his chest as you come, your fingers grabbing the wrappings of his suit as he keeps pushing himself in and out of you, through your orgasm while he shoots his own deep into you. You try to milk him, bring him deeper and feel him filling you. Your legs are shaking. You’re squeezing him so hard you can’t believe he can move inside you at all anymore. His hips slow and his grip eases as he shudders the last of his cum into you.

He relaxes back, then pushes himself all the way inside you again, the wet, filthy sound making you crave him, even though you know it's too soon. He pulls you to him, resting you against his chest.

Your breath is heavy and ragged. You close your eyes against the soft material of his shoulder, feeling his hands heavy on your back.

“Never thought of you as a public sex guy,” you say, turning your head toward his neck.

“It’s not. The way these windows are fogged, we’re alone.” You feel his heartbeat starting to slow already. You can’t say the same.

You lift your head. He’s right. Your car windows are completely opaque, the color and texture like the suit he wears. The air inside is hot and wet. 

“I will never get this smell out of here,” you say. You sit up, clenching around his half-hard cock.

“It’s a good smell,” Marc says. “Should make an air freshener out of it.”

He runs his tongue along your chest where a rivulet of sweat was dripping down. You moan, and he looks up at you, smiling.

“So, are we even now?” You say with a grin.

He shakes his head. “Never. You’re going to be paying me back for a long,” he licks over your breast with the flat of his tongue, “long,” he moves over to do the same to the other, “time.”

You kiss the top of his head as he sucks on your nipple. You feel yourself getting wet again, your hips moving ever so slightly back and forth.

“Maybe you could chip away at it a little more tonight?” He says as you feel his cock twitch and started to harden again inside of you.

“Here? Again?”

Marc grins at you wickedly. He grinds against you, hitting your clit and making you gasp.

“It’s a big debt, gotta start somewhere,” he says.

You lean down and kiss him. “Would you take a gift card?”

reflejo

jake lockley x female!reader

summary: your boyfriend refuses to tell you why he got a mirror installed into the ceiling of his limo. instead, he’d much rather show you.

a/n: *not my pic, it’s from pinterest* y’all this may just be my trashy threshold. like we got jake for .2 seconds and I told myself I didn’t have enough on him to write a full-length fic, but here we fucking are. also this was inspired by a post I saw that said jake is the type to have a mirror on his ceiling and closer by nine inch nails (do with that what you will). so fucking strap yourselves in this, cause good god this is something else.

warnings: porn. no plot, just pure fucking porn. I can’t really explain myself on this one, guys, it’s just horny shit. +18 content. unprotected p in v; use of mirrors 👀; multiple positions = multiple rounds/multiple orgasms; over-stimulation; tit-fucking; fingering; very rough sex; spanking; oral sex (m receiving)/facefucking; creampie; mutual masturbation (jake wants her to watch herself); nipple-play; praise kink; crying; spit kink; light choking; cock-warming; slight exhibitionism; lotta fucking dirty talk; pet names; swearing; when the cars-a-rockin, don’t come-a-knockin; it’s a long one guys.

word count: 5k (I’m not sorry)

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“Take them off.”

Your teeth clamp down on the straw of your drink in surprise. “What?”

Slowly, you look to Jake.

He’s leaned all the way back in his seat, one hand on the wheel with the other in his lap. He’s looking at the road, monitoring the intersection. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought you imagined it. You would’ve shaken the whole thing off and gone back to sipping on your milkshake. But then his breathing grows hoarse, and his gaze slides over to you.

Without any effort, it holds you there; traps you in a corner as his tongue glides over his teeth.

“I said, take them off.”

Setting your drink down you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow at him. “Take what off?”

He doesn’t say anything back to you. Instead, he simply looks down to where the condensation from the cup dripped onto your jeans. You frown. There’s hardly anything there, just a couple drops of a darker blue on your thigh. Spots that will inevitably dry in a matter of minutes.

But knowing Jake, the smallest thing gets him going. And as you meet his ravenous stare, your pulse quickens. Because you know him.

And you know he’s not asking.

“Jake, honey, you should be paying attention to the road.” You mumble, uncomfortably shifting in your seat as you grow more hot and bothered.

He hums, eyes retreating back to the red street light. “I can multitask, princesa.”

You gulp, becoming incredibly conscious of how exposed you are in the passenger seat. Cars line either side of you, and you realize if anyone of them looked they’d be able to see the two of you. Could easily see the activities Jake is suggesting.

“Princesa,” his voice is a warning without malice. A chilling, even tone that raises goosebumps across your skin. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding in.

If this is what he wants…

You unbuckle your seatbelt, and the sound makes his face twitch ever-so-slightly. He doesn’t watch you as he starts the car back up and lurches forward, but you can tell he knows exactly what you’re doing.

He’s waiting for it.

Lifting the lower half of your body, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, shimmying them down your thighs until you’re just in your underwear and your pants sit at your ankles.

You catch him smile then—a devilish, appeased grin that quirks up the corners of his mouth. Raising his free hand to his mouth, he then pulls off his one glove with his teeth.

“Keep your eyes forward, cariño. Don’t want anyone to know what we’re up to, d’you?”

You nod, unable to trust your voice as his warm hand comes into contact with your thigh. Long, thick fingers clutch your leg and begin to massage the soft flesh there.

As he assured you earlier, his attention remains on the road. With ease, his one hand turns the wheel and navigates the mid-day traffic, while the other inches up to the waistband of your panties.

His fingers dip beneath the elastic and you gasp at the contact of his fingers grazing the skin just above your mound. And then, as slow as he can possibly be, his fingers stroke your folds; sliding along your seam as he spreads around your arousal.

He huffs and swallows: his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the motion. “Mierda, hermosa. You’re this wet already? I haven’t even touched you…” He makes a sound of faux disappointment then. “Good thing, I like it like that.”

You don’t respond, not even sure if you could. So you choose to physically react; to allow your hips to buck upward into his palm until he’s firm against you.

Your heaving, strangely so from what little he’s actually done. But you are in fact desperate. A needy little thing that needs his fingers inside you. Stroking and touching you anywhere and everywhere.

And what’s worse?

You know he knows this.

It makes the game the two of you play dangerous, especially depending on his mood. On whether or not he feels like rewarding you, or just straight up punishing you.

You guess you’ll have to wait and see.

But for now, you rely on the twinge of pleasure that rubbing yourself against him brings. Your hand wraps around the door handle to steady yourself as you grind on his hand. You moan quietly, head thrown back into the headrest of the chair as that pleasure increases.

But the second you grab his hand in an effort to shove him down further, you realize you’re fucked.

Because he didn’t like that.

Jake pulls away from you, this time, using both hands to park the car in an empty lot. The second the car is shut off he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and throwing the door open.

Oh, he really didn’t like that.

Shivering, you try to pull your pants back up. Enough that they cover you up, but not to the point where you’d have to undo them again. Because you know he’s going to rip them off anyway.

Your door is thrown open, and there’s Jake—standing before you with an angry look on his face and a growing hard-on that sits right at eye-level.

“Get out,” he grumbles, and you do as your told. Then he’s slamming your door shut, and opening the back one. The two of you stand there, staring at each other. You look at him with anticipation, but he just regards you with impatience.

“I’m not waiting all day, princesa.”

He’s mumbling to himself as you climb into the back, incoherent Spanish that you can’t quite pick up on.

You take a seat at the furthest end of the limo, watching him as he locks the door and chucks off his hat. But then your eyes catch the light on the carpeted floor. It’s a bright white sliver of light against black. Unmistakably out of place.

It takes you a moment to find the source, as you look everywhere for it. Until…your eyes gloss over it. You almost dismiss it, nearly not registering it in time.

A large, rectangular mirror that you’ve never seen before rests in the middle of the ceiling. Yours and Jake’s reflection refracts in it: a weird, flipped distortion of the two of you.

When the fuck did he get that?

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” His voice pulls you from your train of thought, back to reality where he leans over you. Taking a knuckle, he runs it over the curve of your cheek before pressing his mouth into the base of your neck.

“Why do you have it?” He chuckles menacingly against your skin, biting bruises into your collarbone.

“You’re smart, corazón… Figure it out.”

His hands are then working at your jeans, ripping them down your legs and tossing them to the other end of the limo. He’s slow in his movements and in his words, and somehow that feels off. Typically, Jake rushes. A frenzied mess of clacking teeth and rouge limbs as he fucks you into oblivion.

But this is different. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers and in your toes. He has other plans—other torturous ideas—for today.

But the mirror…

Oh.

He kneels before you then, dragging his mouth from the inside of your ankle all the way to your inner thigh. “Get down here already.”

With half a mind, you fall to the ground, allowing him to flip you over onto your back. You watch him in confusion as he leaves you to sit where you were. He works at unbuttoning his own pants and kicking them off before looking at you.

“Now, since you clearly don’t want my help—“ Fuck. “—Since you’d much rather get off by yourself…why don’t you, hm? Why don’t you show me how the princesa wants to be touched.”

“Jake, I’m so—“

“No.” He growls. “If you want to make it up to me, do what I ask… Go on, baby. Fuck yourself.”

Unease settles in the pit of your stomach as you look up at your reflection. Red picks at your skin in embarrassment as your body curls in on itself.

You’ve never done this before, have never entertained watching yourself or having someone else watch you. But you know if you asked, Jake would stop immediately. If you really didn’t want this, Jake wouldn’t either.

So the fact that he sits and stares; waiting for you to make the first move says something.

So with as much confidence as you can muster, you hook your thumbs beneath the hem of your underwear, pulling them down slowly. Your thighs stay clenched together, as you flick them off the fabric with your ankle. The sight of your dripping pussy is open and bare; presented to him like you’re a display.

A private display that he gets to keep all to himself.

You’re hesitant as your hand grazes your belly and snakes down to your slit. Taking a deep breath, you go to touch your clit, but then Jake clears his throat.

“Remember, hermosa, this is for you. All for you. So make sure to watch yourself.”

Your breath hitches at his words. At their indication. It’s then that your knees fall apart subconsciously. Opening yourself up to the building intensity in the air. Guiding your hand down your seam, you then begin to caress your folds. A strangled sigh escapes you, relief immediately knocking the wind out of your lungs.

You look back up to the mirror and catch the effortless look of contentment on your face. The way your eyes droop and your lips purse naturally. You’re hyper-aware of how focused Jake is on you; on the show, you’re giving him. You desperately want to watch him, to see the way he darkens while salivating. But you follow his instructions, keeping your eyes to yourself.

Your breaths are shallow; nipples pebbling under the fabric of your bra. You want to take it off. To try to cool down from the heat that courses through you, but you can’t remove your hand away from your cunt. It’s as though it has a mind of its own.

Your thumb rubs your clit in small, tight circles while your middle finger teases your hole. Clenching over nothing, you ache for your own hand to finally satisfy what you’ve been so badly craving.

And so you so slowly push it in. You let out a sharp gasp, hips rolling until your entire finger is inside you. You then pull out slowly, mindful of how Jake has a perfect view of your arousal leaking out of you. You do that a couple more times before adding a second finger and curling them in your channel.

Whimpering, your other hand cups your breast, squeezing it with an elongated sigh.

“Fuck, cariño.”

Your eyes shoot to Jake, only to see him with his cock out and lying flat against his palm. His shirt is long discarded, sitting in the pool of clothes at his feet.

He sits erect, dick practically touching his stomach as his fingers squeeze himself. He lets out a hiss, eyes finding yours.

“What did I say, hermosa.”

Your head falls back to the floor. “Keep your eyes—“

“Keep your eyes on the fucking mirror.” You let out a huff and go back to riding your hand: revelling in the feeling. It feels good—fucking great to finally give your pulsing bud attention. But it’s still not enough.

You want more. You want him.

But this, in and of itself, is punishment. You grabbed his hand to fuck yourself with and now, he’s going to wait until you cum on your fingers before he even thinks about laying a hand on you.

It’s fucking irritating. Because now you’re too distracted. There’s no way you can focus on your own body when you’re too preoccupied with the way Jake touches his. He doesn’t do much more than pump himself; slowly spreading the precum all down his length. But with the over-exaggerated sounds he makes for you, you can’t help but get fired up.

You can tell this amuses him. Can see it in the permanent mischievous glint in his eyes that he knows you can’t cum now. That you’re nowhere near that peak.

He finds it funny.

Ironic.

And no matter how many times you look up to yourself in the mirror; no matter how dirty it is to watch your own hand slip between your thighs, you just can’t feel it.

You need him. So you might as well suck up to him.

Literally.

Sitting up suddenly, you stare him down. He doesn’t say anything. No sarcastic quip or harsh demand to keep doing what you’re doing.

He’s a fox. A hungry predator who sits and waits because he knows he’ll get what he wants, how he wants it.

You then throw off your shirt and unclasp your bra before crawling over to him. He watches you intently, eyeing the way you shift on the backs of your legs as you sit in front of him; on how your eyes glance between him and his cock.

“Having a hard time enjoying yourself, muñeca?” You cross your arms over your bare chest, looking at him through your eyelashes; feigning innocence in the way you know he likes. He chuckles to himself, leaning down to your level. “Or is it that you finally realize I do it better?”

You groan watching his cock bob as he sits back. The man then gestures to you, and down to his dick. “Why don’t you fix the little mess you made, —.”

It’s the one time he’s ever said your name during sex. And for a moment, a brief second, you think Marc’s fronting. Because Marc calls you by your name.

But you know better. Because Marc isn’t this evil.

Regardless, Jake calling you by your name is completely different. So it’s a powerful sign.

A sign that he wants you just as much as you want him.

Stretching your body upward, you puff your chest out, and he slips his dick along your breastbone. Taking the hint, you close your shoulders, pushing your breasts together until he groans. You arch your spine gently, squishing his cock between the mounds of flesh.

“Goddammit, cariño.” He spits. His cock moves with his hips, and in doing so, bumps your chin with every thrust. The fat head hits your bottom lip over and over again.

But then your jaw falls slack. You create a small opening for him. An invitation. And he takes it without hesitation.

If Jake Lockley had a plan for going slow; for fuelling the embers to your collective fire, that was no longer the case.

Because the second your lips wrap around him, he’s grabbing a fistful of your hair, and guiding you back and forth on him.

Forcing your tongue to the bottom of your mouth, you inhale deeply through your nose to avoid gagging. Though it’s hard because of his size. It’s hard to hollow your cheeks around his girth; hard to focus on anything other than the way he keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You try to tease him. To cup his balls as you trace the tip with your tongue. But Jake had staked claim to your mouth a long time ago. So all you could do was sit there and take it. Allow him to fuck your mouth until your eyes and your cunt are soaked.

His grunts are harsh as his hips roll up into your mouth. Spit covers his cock, drips down your chin and glistens beneath the mirror every time he pulls out and slams back into you.

“Tal un boca bonita,” he mumbles, running his thumb over the side of your stretched-out mouth. “Such a good girl for me.”

Tears have begun to pool in the hollow of your throat, and the sight only seems to spur him on. Holding your head in place with both hands—one on your chin and the other tugging on your scalp—his hips buck wildly. He grows bigger, gets harder on your tongue and you can tell he’s close.

The incoherent mumbling comes back. Words that, you aren’t even too sure are Spanish, sound more like breathy moans as he fucks your mouth through his release.

Warmth fills up the back of your throat, and the salty taste of both his sweat and his cum coats your tastebuds as he pulls out.

Recollecting himself, he tries to even out his breathing. His still hard cock rests on his thigh (regardless of how much of him you just swallowed), practically perking up at the sight of you and your coated thighs.

Jake drags a clammy hand down his face and wipes away the sheen on his forehead. When he comes to—when he sees the sight of your fucked out face, the sticky smear on your lips and your tousled hair, he smiles.

Grabbing your face, he forces his tongue past your teeth and explores your mouth. He kisses you with as much force as his dick, and somehow it’s even filthier than swallowing his seed.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that, cariño?” He bites at your nose. “So.” Nips your chin. “So.” Sucks on the skin underneath your ear. “Beautiful… Hermosa.”

You sigh in response, eyes fluttering shut as he ushers you backward, until you’re flat against the ground again, and he’s hovering above you. Dragging his tongue over your clavicle, past your shoulder and down the valley of your breasts, he settles there.

His hands smooth over your thighs and stomach until they’re groping you; kneading the tissue near your sternum. “I’m gonna take care of you, muñeca. Promise.” And with that, his tongue swirls around your left nipple, while his fingers flick your right one. It’s a combination of sucking, pulling, and twisting until you’re gasping for air beneath him.

His cock twitches against your hip, resting on your thigh as he continues his assault.

“Shit, Jake,” you whisper. Your hands fly to the nape of his neck as he switches breasts, giving the same amount of attention to your right until both your nipples are raw. You feel your slick spread everywhere, as his hot hand presses itself to your ribcage. An effort to keep you still as he tugs on you, sucking mark after mark into your side.

He’s hips are gently moving against your pelvis, stroking his dick along your smooth skin until he’s ready. Until he’s sure it’s the right time. Except, he’s getting impatient with himself.

Because this is all he’s wanted to do since he woke up today, was to have you screaming at your reflection in the mirror while he fucked you silly.

But he’s more controlled than that.

Because he wants to have you a pliable sweating mess before he absolutely ruins you with his cock.

“I think it’s about time I fucked you, huh, princesa? Are you ready for that? Ready to be filled with something other than those pretty little fingers of yours?” You cry out, a loud whimper that racks your entire body as you nod fervently into his shoulder.

His grin is menacing. A sharp flash of teeth as the tension builds. As the excitement and the rush shoot down to his cock.

Sitting on his knees, he pulls you up to meet him. Your breathing is heavy against his ear as he separates your legs, adjusting your body until you’re straddling him completely.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire; a smouldering blaze beneath his rough palms.

“Up,” he snaps his fingers at you, tearing you from your haze. You do as he says, lifting your hips enough for him to manoeuvre his length. The head sits just at your entrance causing your heartbeat to stutter. He holds himself there for a moment, though it isn’t out of courtesy. It isn’t out of pity or waiting for you to get your bearings.

It’s just a ploy to make sure you’re truly aching for him. That you need his cock as much you say you do.

You shift, languidly moving your hips in hopes he’ll accidentally slip into you. “Ah-ah, no, cariño.” He holds your body up above him in a tight, bruising grip. “I thought we already went over this.” Pointing a finger at you, he waves it in your face. “It’s my turn. So, I’m gonna fuck you the way I want. And you,” his other hand digs into the globe of your ass. “—aren’t gonna’ bitch about it. Got it?”

You nod feebly, while Jake shakes his head.

You hear the sound before you feel the smack. Though it takes hardly any time for the sting to spread to your lower back. Especially when Jake spanks you again. “I want you to use your words, hermosa.”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll—I’ll be good. Just…just please, Jake—“

He slams your body down without warning, fully sheathing himself into you. All sense breadth are ripped from you. The feeling of being full, of that stuttering sensation from having no time to adjust, holds you hostage. Though, he does keep you there; keeps you both still all while being entangled.

You expect him to move, to begin bouncing you on his lap, guiding your sore ass up and down. But he doesn’t. He’s a man full of surprises: no matter how pleasurable or fucking painful they are.

He’s testing you; wanting to see if you’ll submit to him as he asked. If you’ll willingly surrender all control to him, or if he’ll have to pry it out of you piece by piece. He studies you, grim features roaming over your face to see if you’ll show any signs of disobedience.

…And he comes up with nothing.

Typically, you’ll challenge him—match his energy until both of you are clawing at each other for that sweet release. But today is not that day. Because your body throbs in frustration. The carnal desire for him, the way you crave him, grows more painful by the second.

And you’re convinced, if you don’t have him now, you just might die. And you’ll be damned if you died before that man could give you the last most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

So you bite your tongue and stare right back at him. Still and unwavering. Waiting—patiently waiting—for him to decide what he wants.

Satisfied, he takes two handfuls of your hips and lifts you up before slamming you back down onto him. A loud, resounding slap of his balls against your ass echoes throughout the empty limo, sending shockwaves up your spine. You’re elated beyond your limits as he builds up his pace, moving in and out of you in hard, deep ruts.

Your whole body bounces upwards with his movements. Up and down. As though he follows the continuous melody of your high-pitched whines and his hoarse groans. It’s a visceral experience, one that doesn’t feel real the more he touches you.

“Look at you, corazòn…” he grabs your hair and yanks your head backward so that way you’re facing the ceiling. You catch his gaze in the reflection, quickly taking note of how fucking hot he looks.

He keeps you leisurely bouncing in his lap, occasionally rolling his hips forward to pull that delicious moan from you that makes your head fall back. You watch yourself react to him so easily; so receptive to every bite on your collarbone and every time your hips cant together.

“You’re doing so good, cariño. So good for me…” He forces you down even harder onto him, repeating the motions until you nearly go numb. “Wanted you to see how fucking pretty you look when you cum.”

You’re falling into him then, chin hooking itself over his shoulder and arms locking his head in place as he shoves into you again and again. Your moans have grown almost completely silent, stuttered as they tumble out of your mouth.

“You gonna cum for me?” He breathes into your neck. “Huh? You gonna’ cum all over my cock?” You’re frantically nodding again, hoping he feels the vibrations of your guttural moan into his skin. Hoping he takes that as enough of response because you simply can’t speak.

“I know you wanna cum’, hermosa. C’mon. Be a good girl and cum for me.” With a chuckle in your ear, he gives your ass one final well-placed smack. It jolts you forward and causes your clit to brush over his abdomen, sending you over the edge. With a loud gasp, you bite down onto his shoulder, allowing the waves of your release to wash over you. Your hips buck crudely as you ride out your high, rolling into him until you stop altogether.

You let out a sigh as your body releases its tension, collapsing into Jake’s strong grip. He presses a kiss into your forehead (a rare tender moment he indulges himself in when he thinks you’re not paying attention), then lies you down on your back. He stays stuffed in you, refusing to pull out even as he reevaluates the situation; as he collects himself.

He hovers over top of you, both hands beside your head as his body cages you in. The feeling of his dick pressing into you this way rips a low hum from your throat.

Nipping at your bottom lip, he brushes sweaty hair off your forehead, tucking it neatly behind your ear. He pulls on your lip with his teeth, licking over the sensitive skin as he loses himself in the feel of your kiss and the remnants of his cum in your mouth.

Exhaling sharply, he finally pulls out of your throbbing cunt so that way he can kneel before you.

“I think…” his fingers dance along your ribcage, as he clicks his tongue. He’s lost in thought, absentmindedly talking to himself in Spanish as he looks over your spent figure. He’s weighing his options; considering his next move. Because he’s not fully satisfied. And truly, neither are you. Because he’s painfully hard and you’re still painfully wet.

He lights up suddenly, as an idea crosses his mind. The giddiness in his face is an interesting juxtaposition to his usual sternness. “No he terminado contigo.”

You roll your eyes at him.

No matter how many times he spoke to you in Spanish (which was the majority of the time), you could never pick up on any of it. Could never understand what he said to you late at night when he thought you were sleeping.

You always considered Jake to be a man of few words. Always thought of him to be Marc and Steven’s alter that seemed to be less than human. A robot, of sorts. But oddly enough, when it came to sex and Spanish, he proved to actually be quite vocal.

A fact you weren’t expecting until the first time he had eaten you out. A time where he had a full one-sided conversation with you into your cunt. It didn’t matter that he was good with his mouth. It didn’t matter that you violently came on his face from the vibrations. All that was important, was that you couldn’t understand him then, and you still can’t now.

Though, as he pulls you down by your ankles, you can imagine where he’s going with this.

“You were so good for me, muñeca. So, so good…” Spreading you once again, he grabs a hold of his cock—still drenched in your arousal—and lines himself up at your hole again. “I promised you I would fuck you properly if you were good…” The thick head breaches you, twitching inside as he adjusts himself. “After all…” he slowly pushes himself further, your fluttering walks sucking him in until he’s pressed into you at the hilt. “I am a man of my word.”

Taking both of your knees, he tucks them under his arms, lifting your entire lower half in the air to meet his fully stretched-out torso. Even kneeling, he towers over you; swarming your senses as he picks up directly where he left off. He starts off at a brutal pace, thrusting into you far quicker than before; grasping at any skin he can reach to anchor you to him. It’s ragged, rushed and dirty. Filthy, beyond compare.

It’s Jake.

The post-orgasm soreness in your legs and hips melts away into something…unexplainable. It’s a different feeling, a different kind of pleasure that you’ve never experienced before. An amplified version of the intensity that keys itself tighter and tighter. It’s an unfamiliar, mind-numbing pressure that blooms from your pussy, up to the rest of your body. It’s heavy and all-encompassing; the quick drag of his cock building and adding to the increasing weight in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck… Such a pretty pussy.” Another thrust. “So fucking—“ and another, “tight. Joder, hermosa.” His back arches as his hips drive forward into you; into your swollen, puffy folds at a bruising pace. You can tell he’s aching to spill inside of you. To have you cum on his cock for the second time while he fills you up to the brim.

And from the way your voice has given way to loud cries, wanton moans and near screams tells you that he’ll get exactly what he wants.

“Fuck, Jake. Oh my—fuck, harder. Please. Please, fuck me. ….” You cry. “Please, make me cum.”

His eyes meet your half-lidded ones. He can see that you’re close again. Can see how sweat rolls off your forehead and the way your skin flushes a deep red. You nearly convulsing; trembling as he fucks into you. He knows you’re there for him. Because of him.

A new look of determination flashed across his face. Messy curls cast shadows over already dark eyes as they zero in on you. With a tick of his jaw and a clench of his stomach, he hikes your legs up further and leans over you, nearly folding you in half like a piece of paper.

Wailing at the new position, you slam your head into the floor with a loud thud. Jake takes the opportunity, and wraps a large hand around your throat, holding you still. Applying just the right amount of pressure, your mind slips into a fog.

You’re gasping, agonizingly so, as you paw at Jake’s chest, trying to gain some sort of control. Except you can’t. Because you are a complete mess. More so than before. Crying and babbling his name over and over as he pistons into you at this new angle. Every time his cock slams into your cervix, your pelvis raises into him. He moves so quickly, that you don’t even have time to breathe every time he bottoms out.

Your legs lock around his shoulders, so high-up on his back that you worry your body will break in half; splintering millions of delicate shards.

But regardless of your minuscule worry, Jake moves so unaffectedly. His strong body pounds into you relentlessly, bending you at the hips on his cock as though he won’t get another chance to do so. As if this is your last time together.

Though after today, after learning what he can fucking do, you know for certain this won’t be your last time.

His hand moves up your throat and takes hold of your chin, squeezing your cheeks together with his fingers. “Open up, cariño.” The second the thin line of your mouth breaks, he’s spitting inside of it, tongue following suit.

You feel the electricity consume your veins, spreading throughout every part of your body like a forest fire. The flames of your orgasm lick at your pelvic bones, teasing and taunting and raging on with every snap of Jake’s hips.

He’s grunting in your ear, way past the point of being able to talk to you and way too enraptured with the sight of your fucked out face.

You’re both there. The onset of your impending releases makes you both manic. The feeling of bliss is so close and so sweet, that you can practically taste it.

Looking up at the ceiling, you see yours and his reflection again…

…And the sight is obscene.

You watch the rapid movements of his hips, the rippling of the muscles in his back, and the way he so easily engulfs all of you. He’s massive. Truly, the only part you can see of yourself is your trembling legs and your head, that pokes out from beneath his broad shoulders. Your face twists with pleasure, with the elated buzz you’ve slipped into, as Jake continues to lightly squeeze the sides of your throat.

To say your reflection is pornographic would be an understatement.

You’re crying again, pent-up tears slipping down your cheeks as your body shakes. “M’so close, Jake. So, so, so fucking close. Please, please—wanna cum. Wanna…wanna…holy…fucking shit, oh, fuck!”

As though a bucket of cold water was dumped on you, your orgasm rips through your body; tearing and shredding at any piece of you that was left untouched. The fire in your belly scorches you, leaving scars and burns in its wake. You’re screaming in response, though you’re so far gone your voice sounds like it’s millions of miles away.

As your climax slaughters you, it also claims Jake as its next victim. He’s slamming into you, bristling at the vibration of your cries until his cock tightens and spills.

Your shared warmth drips out of your fluttering hole, only to be fucked back into you as Jake slowly moves, possessed by the lasting end of his own orgasm.

“Fuck, cariño, that—“ it’s his turn to collapse on top of you. Though he’s far more careful to avoid squishing you beneath the dead weight of his aching limbs.

You both are breathing heavily, grasping for any of the thinned-out air that hangs in the back of the stuffy limo. Desperately trying to refill your body with oxygen and not the smell of sex.

Jake lies beside you, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder while rubbing soothing circles into the curve of your hip.

Your head turns to look at him. “I like the mirror.”

He laughs then. It’s a lovely yet rare sound that rattles your bones and makes your heart burst.

“Es todo para ti, mi corazòn. Todo por ti.”

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Translations

reflejo - reflection

mierda - shit

joder - fuck

tal un boca bonita - such a pretty mouth

no he terminado contigo - I’m not done with you

es todo para ti; todo por ti - it’s all for you; everything for you

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Messy Little Thing

dbf!Marc Spector X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @unspokenmoon

Kinks - Kissing + Crying/Sobbing

Summary

You and your dad's best friend are getting messy in your childhood bedroom.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, blowjob, cum eating, fingering, cum swallowing, kissing, makeup running, messy/sloppy

Word Count: 954

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“Look at you honey, such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” Marc asked as he thrust his cock into your throat once again.

You gagged in immediate response to the assault on your throat. You knew your mascara must’ve been streaming down your cheeks. He hand a strong grip on your jaw, holding onto it between his thumb and fingers while fucking into your mouth. He threw his head back, moaning deeply against the walls of your childhood bedroom. His head dropped back down and he looked at you.

“Does your daddy know how good you are at this kind of thing…oh f-fuck…”

You started to slide your hand down between your legs, letting the pad of your middle finger find the swollen bundle of nerves that was there, begging for attention. Marc let out a dark chuckle, biting his lip when you swirled your tongue around him. You gagged again, but that only made him push in further, enjoying the feeling of your throat contracting around his heady girth. You grabbed onto the meat of his hip for stability with your free hand.

“That’s it, that’s my good little girl, fuck yourself with those fingers honey, fuck yourself until you’re moaning pretty all over my cock.”

You did as you were told, plunging two of your fingers into your wet heat. You felt your cunt flutter around them in response to his nearly primal groaning over the way you sucked his cock. You started pumping in and out of yourself, moaning at the feeling of your growing arousal. Just listening to Marc come undone because of you could make you lose yourself right then and there.

“I can hear your wet pussy baby, so wet just from sucking on this cock hm? You like it that much? Oh you’re such a filthy-little-girl.” He said that last part in the dirtiest, most depraved, gravely tone you’d ever heard from him. “Want you to close those lips for me, wrap them around me tight as you can honey.”

You whined, feeling fresh tears trickling down your cheeks as you did what he asked. He started fucking harder, picking up to a bruising pace. You could feel the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your throat painfully, but you weren’t going to stop him. You could handle a bit of pain…especially for Marc.

“I’m gonna come baby, and I’m gonna fill up your mouth with it, but I don’t want you to swallow yet, alright?” He looked at you, waiting for your response. “You just hold it there for me, okay?”

He continued thrusting, and you moaned an affirmative over his cock. You felt his ass cheek tighten while his thrusting slowed. You felt his sticky hot cum coating your mouth as his length twitched and throbbed, stretching out your tightly wrapped lips. Marc sounded so good when he was at his climax; his voice so rough and wrecked with every exhale.

You were surprised when he pulled out of you and knelt so his face was in front of yours. You kept your lips closed to make sure his cum didn’t fall out. He pushed you by your shoulder so that your back was resting against the footboard of your bed.

“Move your hand honey, let me take care of you. You’ve been such a good little girl, sucking my cock so well.”

You pulled your fingers from your cunt. You tried hard not to open your mouth and spill his spend all over yourself when he replaced your digits with his much larger ones inside your needy hole. While he pumped himself three knuckles deep into you, he leaned in, lips almost touching yours.

“Kiss me honey.” You were shocked by his demand, looking at him with a furrowed brow. “Do what I tell you.”

You opened your mouth just enough so you could kiss Marc. He was harsh, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in close. You gasped in surprise, feeling his tongue searching for yours in the sea of his cum. He found it, melting his mouth into yours over and over. You felt his spend dripping down both of your chins and onto your bare chest. 

It was the wettest kiss you’d ever experienced, and yet it still wasn’t as wet as your soaking cunt was with his fingers stuffed inside. You arched your back into him. Feeling the way his lips kept moving against yours made the heat pool in your core even faster. He pulled back from the kiss, smiling against your mouth and talking through the mess.

“You’re going to come for me now aren’t you honey?” He chuckled, “can feel your pussy squeezing so tight, come on, give it to me. Come all over my hand baby, wanna be covered in you.”

He went in for more kisses; sloppy, wet, cum coated kisses. You couldn’t hold out any longer, not that you were really trying, and you had to break your mouth from his to hang your head back and moan deep through your climax. Marc leaned in and slotted his lips back over yours, continuing to kiss you through your orgasm. He ate every one of your moans while your cunt gushed over his digits until finally, you felt your mind coming back to reality.

When you were done, Marc looked at you. He smiled, appreciating his work. You were a fucked out little mess, makeup running down your face in black streaks, lips puffy and swollen from his harsh kissing. Not to mention how perfectly glossy your mouth and chin were, coated in a layer of his spend.

“That’s my pretty little girl,” he kissed you again, “so pretty.”

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Take What You Need

Yandere Marc Spector X m!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @theluciansystem

Kinks - Sexual Frustration + Character Offering Themself

Summary

Marc hasn't fronted in a while and is feeling some pent up sexual frustration. He comes to you to satisfy his needs.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, anal sex, anal creampie, unprotected sex, dubious consent, reader was kidnapped previously and has been living with them for a while, hand job, simultaneous orgasm, Marc is a top, reader is a bottom.

Word Count: 942

Marc came barrelling in through the door to your room, face filled with an expression you’d seen before on a few occasions. He started removing his belt immediately, and you gulped feeling fear pour over you in a wave. When he got like this he was rough, and while you could handle it, that didn’t stop you from feeling a small pang of terror pooling in your gut when he looked at you that way. He must’ve just come back from arguing with Khonshu or one of the boys.

“Come on, how many times do I have to tell you to get ready for me when I come in here? Huh?”

“S-sorry, sorry,” you said hurriedly, sliding off your sweats and scrambling to position yourself the way you knew he liked: face down in the mattress and rear poised in the air.

He always expected you to get ready the moment he walked in, and you were already failing, only serving to piss him off further. You knew the rules, yet you were acting like this was all new to you. Despite his aggravation, Marc smirked when he saw how good you looked from behind. His cock ached between his legs. He was so ready to fuck every ounce of frustration he had into you.

“That’s a good boy,” he said in a low, gravelly tone, striking your ass cheek with an open palm. “Haven’t been inside you in a while. Jake and Steven have been having all the fun, you sure you can handle me honey?”

You nodded, “yes, yes I’m ready.”

It wasn’t like you really had a choice. If you didn’t offer yourself to him willingly, he would just take you anyway. You felt a glob of spit trickle down over your tight ring of muscle. Marc pressed his fat tip against the furled skin, pushing against it to test how easily you would open for him. Marc spit over his cock, grabbing it firmly in his hand and making the length wet before pressing against your hole again.

“You better relax little boy, or this is gonna hurt,” Marc pushed into you, sliding forward full to the hilt, letting out a choked groan as his hips pressed flush against your rear. “You’re so damn tight, fuck…f-fuck.”

Marc slid back and then snapped his hips forward again, resulting in a muffled whine from your lips as you stuffed your face into the mattress. He reached his hand around, caging his fingers around your thick cock, chuckling as he stroked along the length.

“You’re so fucking needy, always playing coy and acting like you don’t want it, but you do want it don’t you? Huh? You need it.”

“Y-yes I need it Marc I–ah!”

“That’s a good boy.”

Marc leaned back, and looked down at the way your hole puckered around his girth. He had you stretched out so wide, you were squeezing him so fucking tight it took a bit of effort to pull back far enough to slam into you again and again…but he did it. He rocked into you, putting every bit of aggravation he harbored into each deep thrust. You whimpered into the mattress, clutching your fists around the sheets tightly.

“Yeah, that’s it, cry for me little boy, cry while I fuck you wide open. Feels good right? That’s why you’re whinin’ like that for me isn’t it?” 

“Yes, fuck-yes!”

He leaned forward again, grabbing onto your girth once more and stroking along your length. Your entire body shuddered under his touch, forcing your hole to clench around him. You heard him let out a choked moan, dropping his face into your shoulder blade. You gasped when you felt him bite down into your flesh. He let out a growling groan.

“F-fuck–honey–shit,” he rasped, mouth still pressed against your back. “You’re squeezing me so tight, so goddamn tight. Steven and Jake haven’t been doing their job have they?”

You were too fucked out to respond anymore. He continued jerking you off, keeping a steady and even pace in tandem with his thrusting hips. The sound of his pelvis slamming against your rear was almost deafening.

“They’re supposed to keep you nice and stretched out for me, but guess they haven’t been doing that very well huh?” Marc snickered against your shoulder, “or are you just this tight all the time?”

You felt yourself getting close, the way your balls tightened and your cock grew harder under the pressure of Marc’s closed fist. He moved faster, angling himself to get deeper inside of you, cock continuing to split you open around him. His other hand was squeezing onto your hip so hard, trying to keep you in place so you didn’t fall forward.

“Can feel your fat cock leaking all over me…my-needy-little-boy–fuck!”

Marc’s hips stopped suddenly with his length buried deep inside you. You felt your hole stretch wider as he throbbed, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. He didn’t stop his fast paced stroke around your own weeping shaft, forcing a choked sound to escape you while you came in his hand. Marc waited until you were finished and growing soft to bring his hand to your mouth.

“Clean it.”

You obeyed, darting out your tongue to lap up your own spend from his fingers. You heard his soft, pleasure laced breaths from behind you while you did. He pulled out of you, making you feel empty immediately with the absence of his cock inside your hole.

Marc stopped in the doorway on his way out, “I’ll be back in an hour…and you’d better be on your knees and ready for me.”

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Prized Possession

Marc Spector + Steven Grant X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested By @lonelyisamyw-0love

Kinks - Possessiveness + Double Penetration

Summary

Your boyfriends Steven and Marc finally give you something you've wanted to try.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, the boys are in separate bodies, the boys are not related, poly relationship, double penetration, anal, p in v sex, p in v creampie, anal creampie, squirting, praise kink, soft marc, sex, smut

Word Count: 1,209

You, Steven and Marc had talked about this before, but you hadn’t done it until today. You’d been dating for a while, but you’d never taken them both at once, they usually took turns, and that was always fine with you, but not today. Today, you were on your back, laying against Marc’s chest with Steven in front of you. Steven’s hands were holding the backs of your knees, keeping you spread out for them.

“We got you all good and ready ahead of time baby, so this shouldn’t hurt too much, okay?” Marc said softly in your right ear.

You nodded, “okay.”

“I can feel you shaking love, you sure you’re ready for—”

“She can take it, she’s fine,” Marc cut him off with a forceful tone, “you can take anything right, honey? Just make sure to breathe through it.”

You took a deep breath and nodded again, closing your eyes as Marc pushed through your well prepped, lesser used hole. Your eyes shot open wide, meeting with Steven’s beautiful but concerned gaze. You gave him a gentle but wobbly smile to reassure him that you were fine.

He looked down, seeing Marc’s thick length disappearing into you, stretching your hole out around him. Steven impatiently lined himself up to your cunt, feeling the slick of your arousal coating his girth while he dragged it over your folds. Steven’s grip around the backside of your knees tightened as he slid forward, bottoming himself out inside your wet heat. His entire body trembled as he felt Marc through the thin barrier.

“Oh shit, love.”

The three of you let out a unified and pleasure filled groan into the apartment. They began alternating thrusts, pistoning back and forth into you at a moderate pace, letting you get used to having yourself stuffed with both of them at once. Steven tossed his head back, messy curls falling into his eyes while Marc kissed the side of your neck, just below your earlobe from behind you. You’d never felt so full in all your life, you felt like no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t breathe properly. 

“How’s that feel, honey? How’s it feel being fucked in both of your little holes, hm? I can feel you squeezing so tight around me…fuck.” The breath in his lungs punched out, hot on your cheek.

“I feel so…so full, Marc. So. Full.” You grabbed Steven’s strong biceps for stability while his hands stayed firmly around the back of your thighs, holding you open.

“Shit, you feel that Steven? Baby if you don’t relax I’m not going to l-last.” Marc reached one hand up to squeeze around your breast and the other moved between your legs, fingers rolling over your swollen clit.

You arched into them both, angling in a way that made Steven shudder and glide in deeper, bumping your cervix on the next thrust.

“Oh my—love, you feel so good, look how well you’re taking us. These tight little holes are always so good and ready for us love, they know who they belong to, right? That’s why you drip like a little fountain when we take you, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, yes Steven—ohhh!”

“You’re doing so good, such a good girl for us, honey. Taking us both so well.” His middle finger continued to glide over your hardened clit, moving faster now.

“Can feel you Marc, fuckin’ her so good, can feel it on my—oh I can feel it inside her. Go faster please.” Steven looked at you with lust etched into every pore, “you can take it right love? Been doing great so far, it just feels so…please Marc, fuck—please.”

You whimpered as Marc started fucking you faster at Steven’s command, both cocks punching into you at an unforgiving pace. Marc shushed you, nipping your neck softly and moving his finger over your clit in a more satisfying motion. You felt the unmistakable burning in your core…you were getting close.

Marc could feel Steven too while he thrusted harder and faster into your ass. He knew you’d tell him if it was too much. Your shaky moans and whimpers of pure intoxicated pleasure told him you were doing more than fine. 

“Oh love, your sounds are so pretty, that must feel good, yeah? Having two big cocks fuckin’ both your holes at once? You look so lovely.”

Steven looked down at where you were connected and tilted his head. Your pussy lips were swallowing his girth, while your tight rim did the same for Marc. He could see how your arousal dripped out of your hole, trickling over his cock and leaking down onto Marc’s length. You were wetter than he’d ever seen you. When he looked back into your eyes, you looked like a cock drunk mess…just how they liked you.

“You doing alright, honey? Oh fu—of course you are, can feel you about to—oh there you go, feel that, Steven? There you go baby, let it out.”

You were nearly screaming, body tensing while they continued fucking both of your holes through your orgasm. You threw your head back, feeling Marc latch his lips down over your throat. Your mind stopped working completely.

Steven’s and Marc’s did too. The way your holes squeezed around them, clamping down in waves while they continued alternating their rocking hips. They were close, but not quite there yet. You were completely spent though. Marc didn’t stop rubbing your clit, despite your cries for him to stop.

“Shh, you’re ok baby, I’m almost there, we’re almost there. Come on Steven, keep going. Shhh, honey, I know you can take it. You’re doing so good for us.”

It wasn’t their assault on your holes that made it difficult, it was the way Marc was still toying with your clit. You couldn’t take the over stimulation. It was building inside, and you felt like you were going to…oh no you were about to…

“Steven, Steven move I’m gonna—FUCK!”

Marc knew what it was you were doing. They’d never made you squirt before, but oh you sounded so beautiful when you did. Steven could tell right away that this was something new, not urine, not cum, but something else entirely, and it was amazing. Your entire body was trembling over them, cunt clenching around him even harder. Steven’s abdomen was covered in this new liquid. It soaked him and trickled down his thighs to the bedding. Marc was…the man was a genius.

“Did you just—? You’re so wet, love, I’m gonna— not gonna make it love. Oh god, oh god —ahhh!”

“Yeah that’s it, Steven, fill her little hole, you feel that, honey? You like getting stuffed full, don’t you? Don’t you? Oh shiiiit— gonna fill you up too baby—shit!”

They were both groaning through their simultaneous orgasms while they fucked their cum deeper into you. You felt numb at the end there, like your body was just a sack of potatoes stuck between them. When they were finished, both going soft inside of you, they each were kissing your cheeks and lips telling you how perfect you were for them, and how well you did. As you all came back to reality, the door to the bedroom opened and the three of you looked over in surprise…Jake.

Moon Knight Masterlist

Melody's 1k Celebration Masterlist

Melody's 1k Celebration Post

Please

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by Anonymous

Kinks - Restraints + Begging

Summary

Marc is normally the one in charge, but he becomes a begging, whimpering, mess when you’re the one making the rules.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, smut, sub!Marc, restraints, crying men, p in v creampie, unprotected sex, begging, sex, pwp, reader is kinda dom

Word Count: 918

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It started as a joke with the ankle restraint. Marc was fronting and you were walking up to the foot of the bed when Steven’s makeshift solution for his sleep-walking caught your eye, wrapped around the post to your left. You took it in your hand, raising an eyebrow at Marc with a smirk he’d come to recognize as a playful and devious one.

Now, a few sexual rendezvous later, you had both of his wrists tied together to the headboard, and both ankles spread apart and restrained on the posts at the foot of the bed and he was crying. His throbbing cock was reddened at the tip, leaking clear precum down the sides like a little fountain, and you were such a fucking tease. You leaned in, hands gripping either one of his powerful thighs as you pursed your lips and blew a gust of air on his weeping erection.

Marc tensed, rattling the restraints on the bed as his cock twitched in response.

“F-fuck baby, please just…” He planted his feet on the mattress and bucked his hips upward into nothing, growling as he did “when I get my hands on you,” he spoke harshly through gritted teeth, “gonna tie you down and make you piss yourself you need to come so bad honey.”

“Oh, Marc, honey, that’s not how you talk to me when you need your release is it? Seems like you should be asking a lot nicer.”

You swirled your finger around his precum slick head, inciting another choked whine from his spit glossed lips. He threw his head back, whimpering into the apartment. Such a pathetic little boy he was being. You chuckled, popping your finger in your mouth and lapping it free of his fluids. You smirked, biting your lip.

“Ask me nicely, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

You brought your hand so it was hovering just outside the length of his shaft. He glared at you, and you knew you needed to up the stakes. So you dropped your hand, smirking at him and then you straddled him, resting a leg on either side of his waist, pressing your hands on his chest and leaning in. You brought your lips close to his, and he kept them tightly pressed.

“Really Marc? Are you so prideful that you won’t beg me to fuck you? You don’t want my soft…” you started to lower yourself on him, “wet…” you got lower, his face was red and he looked like he might bite his lip off, “tight little cunt.”

You sat down completely on his lap, and you felt him thrust upward, getting himself in as deep as he could before you pulled off of him quickly. You tsked, leaning over and kissing his cheek. You could feel the tip of his cock resting at your entrance, bobbing desperately, begging you to let it in there all on its own.

“Come on Marc. Tell me how badly you want it baby.”

You heard a frustrated sob escape him. You let your lips and tongue drag over the vein protruding in his neck. He moaned deeply, and you felt him thrust forward, trying so hard to be defiant and get his way without giving you the payment you asked for. You looked at him and grabbed his stubbled jaw.

“Look at you, crying because you want this pussy so bad. All you have to do is ask nicely honey and I’ll give it to you,” you had such a shit eating grin on your face, you wondered if he would just summon the suit and put you in your place for your bratty attitude.

“Please,” he murmured quietly. 

“Nope, speak the hell up baby, I know you can do it.”

“Fuck…I said…please fuck me!”

“Good boy,” you said with that same smirk you knew was making him angry in the first place.

You’d never heard such whiny whimpers come from Marc’s lips until you started sliding your impossibly slick cunt over him. You moved fast, slamming your hips down in a hard and steady pace. Marc threw his head back, nothing but a raspy air expelling from his lungs. You leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and flicking your tongue over it.

He grunted and shot his head back up to look at you. His eyes were dark and hooded with desire. You knew there was merit to his words earlier, that he was going to make a mess out of you once you were done with this little game he was letting you play.

Your game came to an explosive end when Marc’s hips stuttered and you felt his fat cock twitching wildly inside of you with every hot spurt he fed into your cunt. You kept moving harder and faster, chasing your own release until you were gushing your own mess over him in waves, using his cum to slide easier against that spot deep inside of you that only he could reach. 

You were both a moaning and panting heap as you put your entire body weight on him once you were completely spent. He didn’t seem interested in resting. Marc moved quickly, calling the suit around himself underneath your limp frame. He broke the restraints free, and in the process snapped the headboard and posts at the foot of the bed. You squealed when he grabbed your throat and hip, lifting you up and pinning you down underneath him.

“My turn babygirl.”

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Moon Knight Masterlist

greed - marc spector

Greed - selfish desire for money, status or power

So this is in part inspired by @missdictatorme's post here but is also part of my Seven Sins series

have we all seen the tinkerbell gif? do y'all know what that is? you should. if you don't you're too young to be here.

ANYWAY.

cw: guess. spanking, sex, angry sex - not hate sex, marc is just Aggressive, 18+, reader is an avatar for Ra, afab reader, face riding, semi-public sex.

*i made reader small just because of the fairy thing but that doesn't mean 'skinny' it just means proportionally small. this is too many disclaimers just read it xox

He hated asking for help. God, it burned his skin alive to bow down to that level. It felt like he was a grumpy child asking for help with his shoelaces. But even Marc knew it had to be done. This mission was too big to be done alone.

He met your eagerness with cruelty. Refusing to look you in the eye, Marc barked orders and beckoned you into the fight. As an avatar of Ra, you had quite the arsenal for tricks and weapons. Marc didn't want to admit, but it was pretty damn impressive.

With the effortless grace of a dancer, you swept the feet out from another assailant, swinging your mantle expertly into his face.

Marc stumbled back, watching you dance around your opponents, face serene as dawn.

Oh shit-

A man came up behind you, too fast for you to catch. Marc lurched forward too slow, and the man's fist collided with your shoulders. Buckling, you collapsed in a pool of gold shimmer, radiating out from the point of impact.

Huh. Marc filed that away for later, scooping you up and slamming the assassin's face into a stone wall. The man collapsed, surrounding himself in irony crimson sludge.

You would be fine, but Marc still propped you up, pulling off his mask to inspect you for injuries. Catching your breath, you wheezed a grin.

"You...you didn't say you were pretty," you coughed around a laugh, winking at him with your good eye.

Marc flickered a grin, ignoring the way his cheeks heated. A subtle warmth radiated off of you - the heat of Ra's healing rays at work. He subconsciously pressed closer, drinking in the heat. Your breathing had evened, dark eyes watching his with interest. He looked away, shifting back. The luster of your strong arms was intensely preoccupying his mind. It made you pearlescent, glowing in the moonlight.

Sun and moon, two peas in a pod.

He was delirious. Mumbling something about needing bandages, Marc fled, sweeping off into the night sky. He felt the warmth of your gaze burning his back for hours later. Stumbling into the kitchen, he didn't wait to undress before fisting himself furiously to the vision of your halo, crying into his hand.

Every fight, you danced the waltz of tension. The rope twisted and knotted tighter each time, heated gazes now molten magma in your eyes. Marc had his fair share of sinister fantasies, jaw aching with the urge to bite into your neck.

He thought back to the shimmering halo that enveloped you after each hit. He could make you shine brighter than anything.

Hot, heavy lust pounded thickly as he ran, feeling like weight dragging at his heels. His core was roiling, twisting his gut so hard he almost groaned a release in the middle of the alley. The fight was over, you'd parted ways with a slow, coy wink and a flourish of shimmering breeze. The scent of linen and honey coated his mouth like a drug, making logic feel floaty and detached.

Marc shuddered against a wall, growling loudly. He sucked in lungfuls of soiled London air, wishing that it was your smell. Panting, he tried to shut out the building arousal.

"O-oh fuck," he gritted out, flexing his hands against the mossy wall.

Something gently rustled his hair, sweet air swirling around his nose.

"You," he breathed, stumbling towards the end of the alley. Your concerned expression met his.

"I heard you," were the frantic words out of your mouth, assessing him for damage, "are you-"

Marc slammed you against the wall, mouth snarling over yours. A surprised yowl was swallowed by his urgency. You moaned weakly, hands shoving at his chest. Quickly, you relented, sinking into the wet heat of his mouth. He licked and sucked at your tongue, drinking in every noise and breath you made. That familiar heat was rising around your skin, making his spine prickle with lust.

"Need," he gasped, groaning into your neck, "off-"

His strong arms bracketed you against wet brick while he dug his fingers under your wraps, cupping your center with a moan. You rocked gently, eyes wide at the cresting feeling of his fingertips on your wetness.

Marc smiled slowly, greed burning alongside his lust. He watched your expression shift as he softly stroked your folds, shuddering into waterfalls of pleasure. A shimmer flickered around you, enhancing the flush that decorated your cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah," he grinned, watching as you rocked harder, whining into his neck. "I know, almost there."

Marc took another bite of your neck, suckling the fragranced skin. His own need surged strongly, forcing his hips to roll against yours. The dripping heat of you squeezed at his fingers, the suckling sensation enough to destroy the last of his dignity.

Ignoring the public view of this debacle, Marc shoved his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back at your honey that dripped onto his suit. You were a wreck, heaving and mewling in his arms. He bucked against you, wrenching his cock free. Your eyes widened at the size, and he took a moment to bask in your awe.

Without warning he sheathed himself smoothly, drawing a long moan from your ruined throat. Hot, thick, saccharine pleasure slurred through his delirious mind. Marc thrust up, reveling in the feeling of your cunt. You molded to him perfectly, the soft pink of your walls clenching and fluttering divinely.

"Good, good, good holy ff-fuck-" Marc purred in your ear, shoving you back against a stack of crates. You sighed in pleasure, a cascade of gold shimmer landing on your collarbones. The heady scent of musk and sunlight further emboldened him. Pushing past the ache in his knees, Marc thrust harder, stroking against your depths with primal need.

You huffed and whined, pulsing another wave of shimmer. The lustful haze in your eyes glowed, dewy tears decorating your lashes.

You looked beautiful.

Marc rocked and groaned, hands fisting in your cloak. He couldn't stand - pulling you on top of him as he collapsed against the wet ground. You whimpered, riding him furiously. The halo of pleasure glowed hot and needy around you, warming his skin to boiling. The suit slipped away, revealing listening muscle beneath.

"More," you breathed, moaning brokenly when he slammed you down, hands crushingly tight against your thighs. "More-"

Marc felt his pleasure spiking up too fast, all too fast. He yanked you up, biting back a groan at the strings of slick dripping off his pulsing hard length. The cool night air stung against his sensitive cock, the cooling wetness prickling gooseflesh.

You whimpered protest, scrabbling to return to the heavenly fullness. He smacked your ass, delighting in the burst of glitter that ricocheted. Pulling you onto his face, he took a greedy mouthful of your syrupy mess, licking and sucking in your scent. Above him, you moaned louder, thighs clenching around his face.

Marc stuttered a whine as he felt your strength around his neck, thick tongue plunging deeper. He could feel everything, the wet gummy walls of your cunt trembling at each stroke. The musk that saturated his face smelled of honey and thick, hot summer. It glazed his eyes over, hips undulating into nothing.

His strong hands groped and grabbed at your ass, pulling the tender flesh as waves and waves of shimmer fell onto his skin.

"M...Marc," you stuttered, grabbing onto his hair. "Marc oh god."

A gushing wave of wet flooded his mouth. He refocused, lapping up every drop. The sinful glide of his tongue at your clit splintered heat up your spine, arcing and bucking your spine. You whined high and sharp, riding his face until he shoved you off, mumbling incoherently.

You quivered and sighed, laying in a pool of golden pleasure. Marc had ignored the ache in his core too long. Pawing you back under him, he slowly sank into your freshly soaked cunt, smiling lazily with the overwhelming heat. He felt drunk, rutting into your heat, focused on nothing but pleasure and drawing as much of your beautiful reactions as he could.

Chest heaving with every punching thrust, you hiccupped and whimpered, pleading for mercy with your eyes.

"Good girl," he groaned," good girl, taking it all, good girl." Another moan tore from his throat.

"Give me more."

His demand was insistent, and you swallowed nervously, trying to think past the hypnotizing pace of his hips over yours.

"Wh-what?" you asked, voice high and thin. Marc growled, shoving into you harder, hand wrenching you over onto your stomach.

"Give it all," he spat, smacking your ass harshly. You cried out, shuddering back into his punishing pace. That divine heat spiked higher, another wave of shimmer blanketing the dewy skin of your back. Marc groaned in satisfaction, palm colliding with your supple ass again. He groped you, massaging the flesh and rubbing the shine hard into your skin.

"Sl-slow down," you panted, "slow down I can't breathe ah Marc-"

He folded himself over you, slamming you into the street. Asphalt burned into your cheek as he rutted heavy and hard, hot mouth sucking at your neck. The growls he bit back vibrated against your back. You could feel him harden even more, thrusts becoming shallow and messy.

He needed to see it, needed the proof of your submission. More of the glowing, hot warmth, that sucked him in like a whirlpool and spat him out in a wave of shining dust.

Flecks of gold had rubbed into his skin with the friction. Greedily he smacked you again, grabbing a fistful of your soft flesh.

Slick flooded out of you, slipping obscenely against his length. With a last stuttering whine, Marc spilled into you, bucking and whimpering into your overheated skin. His mouth was insistent and hot, suckling at your jaw. Once the shrieking orgasm had calmed, he settled for mouthing aimlessly, drinking up your pleasured warmth.

Ra's heavenly light basked on your face, blissfully dazed and listless.

The cold night settled over the two of you, intertwined against the wet stones. Marc shakily pushed to his knees, pulling out of you with an obscenely foul sound. You quivered, trying to recollect your thoughts.

Marc gazed down at the mess you had become. Drenched in sweat, cum and golden light, he could feel himself harden again.

A dark voice purred in his ear.

My turn, cabron?

*deep breath* AAAAGHHH I NEED TO EAT HIM

tags: @krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @justsomeonecalledemma @iolaussharpe-24 @rosegnome @twwcs @heeheehoohoofictimr @steven-grants-world @ael-xander @sharin4readers

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Moon Knight Fic Recs (Part II)

Hey gang!! I’m still very much hyper-fixated on Moon Knight (as if the profile pic didn’t prove that already), so here are more Moon Knight fic recs! These are all literally fucking fantastic and I want them forever and ever so yeah. Please give these authors a ton of love so they know that we, the readers, appreciate them!! (also, if you’re one of these authors and you’d like to be removed from this list, please let me know!!) 

Part I of my Moon Knight Fic Recs

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Fifth Times the Charm by @gothamcafe

In which the Moon Boys argue over who gets the first kiss with you, but you just think that they don’t want to kiss you. (cute, fluffy, what more could you want?!)

Still Bottled Up by @red-pill-blue-pill

After meeting your parents for the first time, Marc has a really rough time coping. (Very much hurt/comfort, which I am SUCH a slut for.)  

A Long Night by @myfictionaldreams

In which all three of your boys come out to rail the absolute shit out of you. (smut, so much smut. I love this, I love smut, so yeah)

Chocolate by @laters-gators

You spend a night sharing a box of chocolates with Steven Grant and it quickly turns very steamy. (more smut! also I love awkward Steven, and the part where he licks the chocolate off his fingers in this?? life changing, truly)

The Break-Up by @foreverinadais

All three of your boys broke up with you in the same night, seemingly out of the blue. In your grief, you see Steven out on a date with another girl, and you decide that you need answers for why they all left you so suddenly (This hurt me, but I never want a sad ending, so this ends happily, don’t worry)

Tired and Wounded by @eyelessfaces

You need to take care of Marc when he comes home injured, but his emotional state requires more care than his body (can you tell I like hurt/comfort?? cause I do, if that wasn’t obvious)

Moments by @bensolosbluesaber

There’s always been an unwritten rule in your relationship: Marc cuddles you, you cuddle Steven. But they’ve been talking, and maybe it’s time for that rule to change. (the author’s description was fantastic for this fic, so I just used that :) also!! this shit is so cute, I have cavities now)

Deserve by @softlybarnes

In which Marc never thinks he deserves comfort after sex, but you prove him otherwise, wanting him to know that he deserves just as much love and care as his alter. (smut plus hurt/comfort??? say no more babey)

Homecoming by @luke-o-lophus

You watched Marc die, unable to stop it. He came back, but sometimes, the memories of watching the love of your life die are too much to bear (this one is another hurt/comfort, but there is a pretty vivid description of a panic attack, so be warned!!)

Whatever You Want by @grippingbeskar

Steven finds your vibrator and wants to use it on you. (Steven goes from so fucking awkward to a soft!dom in this one, what more could you want tbh)

Hazy by @aphrogeneias (Marc x Reader x Layla)

In which Marc and Layla take such good care of you. (bi panic bi panic bi panic ohmygod this shit is good)

(I Want You To) Stay by @imarvelatthestars (Marc x Reader x Layla)

In which you and Layla coach Steven through a fucking spectacular night (god, to be sandwiched between the two of them?? the fucking dream)

Special Thanks

OMG my Marc Spector fic, Ghost of You has reached 100 notes.

I have such a small following, and the post reaching that many notes means so much to me. Especially for it being my first fic. 

Literally crying right now. 

Thank you SO much

- H 

Imagine being Steven’s wife and he is so possessive over you that he won’t share you with Marc even though he knows how in love Marc is with u. Steven would taunt Marc by fucking you in front of the mirror, making sure Marc is watching how Steven is making you feel good.

Steven gives off the vibes that he would be secretly very rough in bed. imagine you are dating him and it starts to get little steamy and you try to take charge. But, he holds you down and fucks you so hard, he rearranges your organs.

Steven making a video while having sex with you. He is on top and it’s just you in it, your reactions, your tits bouncing, and the sounds you’re making, so Steven can watch it while he was at work. But, imagine Marc wakes up in the morning and goes on a mission and later checks the phone and just sees the video likeeee…..

i M SICK 😭😭😭😭😭🤢🤢🤢

oh my god i just had the most amazing thought for a steven grant one shot

so what if you’re a librarian that works at a library near the museum where steven works at and after a particularly hard shift he comes in all needy, so you fuck him in a private room and his whimpers and moans are loud so you’re like “shhh you gotta be quiet my love or im gonna stop” and he’s like “no no please don’t stop ill be quiet just please don’t stop”

IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS

FOR SCIENCE | the project proposal

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x afab!psychologist!reader (3.2k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: descriptions of mental illness, depictions of DID, fetishization of mental disorders (DID), potentially unethical scientific practices, no smut in this part NOTES: again, please don’t read this if you’re concerned at all with research ethics, as this is NOT a good demonstration of scientific procedures and studies. DISCLAIMER: although i’m incredibly knowledgeable about psychology, i am NOT a professional. all psychoanalyses made throughout the course of this storyline are entirely my own, based on my own interpretations of the characters. in a similar vein, i am also not an expert on DID specifically (although i am well-read on mental disorders and diagnoses), so i apologize for any incorrect terminology or misrepresentation. don’t hesitate to call me out if i say something wrong!

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Marc Spector’s psyche was a psychologist’s wet dream.

Three distinct personalities, completely separated from each other, all occupying the same host body. At one point, all mutually unaware of the others, but now living together in solidarity and (relative) cooperation.

Meeting Marc Spector was a happy accident—but meeting a man with a clearcut case of Dissociative Identity Disorder as a Professor of Psychology? Now that was just pure, dumb luck.

You had met Steven Grant first. You’d run into him at the British Museum during a university-sponsored visit. Your interaction had been brief, but it was memorable for you nonetheless—there was just something about those soft brown eyes and dopey, shy smile that melted your heart.

Imagine your surprise when you accidentally ran into that same man on the bus, only for him to introduce himself as Marc with a midwestern American accent and a cold, calculated gleam in his stare. He was forward and confident—very much unlike your previous encounter with him. When you called his bluff and swore you’d interacted with him under the guise of Steven, he pulled you aside and gently tried to justify the confusion.

“It’s—I have this...condition. It’s—have you ever heard of Dissociative Identity Disorder?”

You had tried hard to fight your smile.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with it.”

It was only revealed to him—after his winded and lengthy explanation—that you had a doctorate degree in clinical psychology and specialized in mental disorders.

Steven’s curiosity was piqued, and Marc silently hoped you’d be able to shed some insight into the functioning of his fragmented mind. You quickly established an easy friendship, somewhat reminiscent of a relationship between a client and therapist—although you knew and cared for each other on a much deeper and more intimate level.

Several months later, you were finally introduced to the most elusive alter within the system—Jake Lockley.

You began to spend the majority of your free time with the men—all three of them seemed to be relatively taken with you. Steven was sweet, Marc was shrewd, and Jake was steadfast. It was sometimes difficult to conceptualize that they all shared the same physical body with how differently they behaved.

It hadn’t started as a project—genuinely, truly, it hadn’t. It wasn’t your intention to be so captivated by those big brown puppy-dog eyes or the softness within his smile. And the feelings you had for him—for all of them—were real, and raw, and indisputable. You would never, ever, ever do anything to make them feel uncomfortable or jeopardize your relationships in any way.

Which is why this was such a bad fucking idea.

Your nails drummed against the side of your porcelain coffee mug as your nervously chewed on the cap of your red pen, making a futile attempt to focus on grading the research report in front of you, but your attention was clearly elsewhere. Your eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall across from you, watching the second hand tick away slowly. The coffee shop was playing gentle soothing acoustic songs, the smell of cinnamon lingering in the air, but even the coziness wasn’t enough to shake your nerves.

“Hey, there, Doc.”

Your head perked at the sound of a familiar voice, a warming hand clapping your shoulder as Marc Spector walked to the other side of the small table and sat down across from you. You groaned at his greeting, pulling your reading glasses from your nose and setting them on the table in front of you.

“Marc, I swear, if you call me that one more time, I’ll—”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, although he was smirking slyly at you.

“Alright, alright, jeez—what’s got you wound up so tight, huh?”

He reached for the paper on top of the stack in front of you, reading off the title aloud.

“An In-depth Investigation Into the Underlying Psychological Causes of Erectile Dysfunction in Men Under 50.”

His face contorted in a look of disgust.

“Jesus—that’s gotta be the most boring fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered briefly, his posture sinking and his features softening. When his eyes regained focus, he shook his head, huffing.

“Bugger off, Marc—I think it sounds plenty interestin’.”

Steven smiled graciously, offering the packet back to you. You accepted it tiredly, throwing it atop the pile of what seemed like an endless supply of mediocre student submissions that had yet to be graded.

“Thanks, Steven, but Marc’s right—my brain’s fried. I swear, if I have to read another shitty case study about men whose dicks don’t work, I’ll gouge my eyes out.”

The man chuckled at your confession as you shoved the stack of papers into your briefcase clumsily, snapping it shut without a second thought and letting it fall back to the floor beside your table. You carefully picked up your mug and took a long, slow sip—your coffee was barely lukewarm, at this point, as you’d be sitting at the cafe for hours, working quietly as you patiently waited on your friend’s arrival.

Although Steven was blissfully oblivious, Marc was observant. His consciousness pushed to the front, studying you carefully—your white-knuckled grip against your cup, your shifty eyes that were looking everywhere but at him, the tension in your shoulders and nervous bouncing of your leg.

“Alright—what’s wrong?”

Your gaze snapped over to him where he was sat with arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed in suspicion. You tried to force a smile in an effort to cover up your uncertainty.

“Nothing’s wrong, Marc. Promise.”

You held his gaze intently, trying to convince him with your half-hearted response. His stare didn't waver, and after a few brief moments, you had to look down, overwhelmed with the intensity of his scrutiny.

“Alright, let’s try that again. Y/N—what’s wrong?”

You let a long, exasperated sigh, running a tired hand down your face. This had been weighing on you for a few days, at this point, and you still weren’t sure if you could handle the emotional labor this conversation would require.

“It’s true, nothing’s—nothing’s wrong, per se, I just—I just need to talk to you. I’ve—I have this idea—”

“Like—a work-related, science-y idea? You want Steven? Or—I can try my best to help, but sometimes you get excited and start talking really fast and I can’t keep up, but—”

“No, Marc, it’s not—I mean, it’s not really science-y, but like, also—it kinda is? I don’t know how to explain it, but I really need to—”

“I mean, whatever it is, you seem pretty worried about it, so obviously it’s important, and—and I just wanna make sure we’re giving you whatever response you need, or, at least—”

“Jesus, Marc, if you’d let me finish.”

You clipped, and his jaw snapped shut instantaneously, somewhat taken aback by your outburst. You were normally so controlled, practiced with your expressions, so seeing any sign of emotional imbalance was startling.

Guilt immediately flooded your stomach after you lashed out—you buried your head in your hands, taking a few slow, deliberate breaths in an attempt to quell your rapid heartbeat.

“Shit—sorry, I didn’t mean—this is just... I’m not sure how to go about this.”

You felt the featherlight brush of calloused fingertips against your forearm, coaxing your face away from your palms. When you finally lifted your head, Steven had returned, his eyes soft and reassuring. He pulled your hand into his, squeezing briefly before rubbing his thumb comfortingly across your knuckles.

“S’alright, love, truly. Take as much time as you need, and—and if there’s anythin’ you need from us, it’s yours. Just—whenever you’re ready.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies flitting in your stomach at Steven’s gentle promise. You inhaled once more, before finding his eyes.

“This—I need to talk to all three of you. Can you—are you in a place where you can all be co-conscious?”

Steven’s lips turned up at the corners at your thoughtfulness. He received verbal responses from both Marc and Jake—a confirmation that they were both actively listening.

“’Course. We’re all here. Is—do you have a preference, as to who you’d like to speak with?”

You returned his smile, offering a slight squeeze to his hand.

“I mean—since you’re already fronting, might as well stay, huh?”

Steven blushed, trying to fight the giddiness that came from your validation. He quickly steeled himself, reminding himself that you were struggling to open up to him.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, then, yeah?”

You cautiously pulled your hand away from his, mostly to keep yourself grounded and get out what you needed before you second-guessed yourself.

“So.”

You cautiously began.

“I had this—this idea. And it’s—it sounds crazy, and I get that, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, especially because—well, I just feel like this is something that could have damning effects on the entire field of psychology, with both practical and theoretical applications, but—that doesn’t mean—I don’t want you to feel obligated by any means to agree, or—or to feel pressured into anything, and I definitely don’t want you to think that—that I’m using you, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth, I swear, and—”

“Y/N.”

His tone was soft, a quiet interruption from your rambling, and your eyes widened in concern. However, he offered you a reassuring nod.

“Just tell us what it is, yeah? We’ll go from there.”

You nodded slowly, squeezing your eyes shut, before beginning again.

“There’s this huge debate in psychology. It’s pretty much the basis of a lot of our research—the whole nature versus nurture debate. Basically, it’s all about how much of our personalities can be attributed to genetics versus how much can be attributed to our life experiences.”

Steven was listening intently, leaning forward into your words.

“Well, it’s—it’s a concept that’s really difficult to research, because, well, we don’t really have a basis of comparison. The best thing we have to go off of is when identical twins get separated at birth and grow up in different places. Or, at least—that was the best we’ve had up until this point. Does—does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

He assured, nodding in acknowledgement. You only hoped the other two alters were keeping up.

“So, basically what I’m getting at here, is, well—you, and—and all three of you, really—Marc and Jake, you guys provide a really, really unique opportunity, because, well—you share a body. So, physiologically, you’re completely identical. The only thing that’s different about you is who you are, so—your life experiences and memories and things like that. You’re—you’re like the perfect example of how our experiences shape our beings.”

“Right. Right.”

Steven followed your train of thought carefully, brows furrowed. You took a deep breath. This is the part you were dreading.

“So, I had this thought... you three boys are so vastly different from each other. Like, really, really different, and—and you each have your own preferences, things like that, but—but you still have the same body. In my Abnormal Psych course, we’re studying intimacy and desire right now. So—so what I was wondering was about your—your sexuality. Like, to what extent are your sexual preferences due to your biology rather than your cognition.”

Steven blew out a shaky exhale, though he tried not to appear perturbed by your words. His mind was silent—he could feel the intense focus from his alters, now hanging on your every word.

“What if there was a way, to, you know, test, how different your sexual preferences are? And to test and see how your arousal is different, or the same, based on locations of stimulation and things like that?”

Bloody fucking hell.

In a split second, Marc was fronting, Steven slipping back into the headspace, completely overwhelmed and unsure of what to say or how to react. You noticed the abrupt switch, and after recovering from the brief whiplash, you felt panic spur within you. You’d scared him away.

Marc’s brows were furrowed, like he wasn’t completely picking up what you were putting down.

“So, what exactly are you suggesting?”

You closed your eyes.

“I guess—what I’m suggesting is that you—you help me research. You—you let me study you, each of you, independently, to see—to see how different your sexual behaviors and preferences are.”

“Like—like a questionnaire, or something?”

Marc questioned, but when you shook your head, eyes casting downwards, it suddenly dawned on him. Steven’s departure made sense. Everything made sense.

“So... so lemme get this straight.”

Marc made a stopping motion with his hand, gesturing for you to pause.

“You—want to have sex, with me—with us... for science?”

“Well, I mean, it—it doesn’t necessarily have to be with me, I could—we could find someone else, if you’re more comfortable, and—and I could just observe, or—”

“So you’re a voyeur, now?”

You jolted and Marc’s vulgarity, eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation. Luckily, the cafe was relatively deserted at that point.

“No! No, that’s not—I’m just saying, with what I’m suggesting, it—it would make the most sense for the researcher to—to be more hands-on, but that’s...”

Your voice trailed off, staring at a speck of grime on the table, trying to calm the rapid racing of your heart.

Yeah, seems she's interested in being real hands-on, huh?

Marc struggled to hold in his snickering at Jake’s internal dialogue, but after seeing the worry that was clinging to your features, his sympathy prevailed.

“Y/N.”

He spoke calmly, cool and collected. Your eyes flitted to his, where he was watching you intently. However, you could see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“So what you’re saying is... you want to have sex, with me, for science.”

He reiterated, and you opened your mouth to protest, to defend your credibility, to rationalize your bizarre proposition, but instead, a long sigh escaped you as you admitted defeat.

“Yes. Yeah. That’s…exactly what I’m saying.”

A brief silence stagnated between you, and there was a tightness forming in your chest as every worst-case-scenario began coming to fruition in the forefront of your mind.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, Marc, I didn’t mean to overstep, or—or—”

“What, exactly, would this entail?”

Marc inquired, unable to deny his curiosity. You blinked once, then twice, processing his words.

“So—so you’ll do it?”

He held up his hands as if to tell you to slow down.

“Just—hang on. Hypothetically speaking, what—what would this even look like?”

Excitement zipped up your skin as you reached down into your briefcase, pulling out a manila folder full of several sheets of scribbled ideas and disorganized thoughts.

“Well, see, I’ve been brainstorming—”

Christ, she has the whole thing planned.

Steven’s voice sounded faint, breathless, winded. Marc ignored him, instead focusing in on your sudden enthusiasm.

“—and I came up with a research plan. So, the way it would go—we’d meet for the weekend, three weekends in a row, with a week break in between. Each alter will have their own weekend to be the subject of study. Day one, we—well, you would lead the sexual encounter. Do what you want, showcase what sex usually looks like for you, what you like, what you don’t like—”

Marc's mind was reeling. He shamelessly attempted to ignore the effect your words were having on him. Do what you want. What you like. To you.

You were still talking.

“—and then the second day, you’d let me take the reins. I’ll psychoanalyze your behavior from the first day, and synthesize that with all the information I already have about you, and I’ll try to—well, I don’t wanna say push your buttons, but—basically, as shitty as it sounds, I’d be trying to bring to light any vulnerabilities, prod at the soft spots, stuff like that. Try to see if I can find what it is each of you seeks out through sexual intimacy. Does that make sense?”

Marc shook his head, lost in thought, but he blinked away the fog in his mind and quickly corrected himself with a nod.

“Yeah, I mean—I think so? Would this—what would you do, once it’s over? Like, what’s the point?”

“It would never be published, or shared with anyone else, I can promise you that. It’s—it would mostly be for me. Kind of like a passion project, I guess. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and, well...”

Passion project?

What’s she mean, ‘she’s been thinkin’ about it for awhile?’

Marc almost shushed the voices in his head aloud, trying to clear his head of static so he could properly take all of this in.

He looked up at you, and you were staring up at him with eye round and hopeful, almost reverent as they passed over him. He blew out a slow breath.

“Do... can we have time to think about it? To talk about it?”

The fuck do you mean, jefe? I’m ready to start right now.

You nodded encouragingly, although Marc caught the brief glimmer of disappointment in your eyes.

“Of course, Marc. Take as long as you need. And—please don’t feel obligated to say yes. I mean it. I know—I know this kind of came out of left field, and—and I don’t want to violate any boundaries, or—or jeopardize our friendship in any way, I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, just—”

You stalled your tangent with a slow breath.

“Just let me know, okay?”

Marc nodded at you, smiling softly and contemplatively as he rose from the table and exited the coffeeshop, leaving you to stew in anticipation and something adjacent to remorse.

The call came in the next day, at 11am on the dot. It was Steven on the other line when you answered, walking out of the lecture hall doors as your class adjourned.

“Hello?”

You answered.

“Mornin’, Y/N. It’s, uh—It’s Steven.”

You giggled.

“I know, Steven. I have caller ID, and believe it or not, your accent is kind of distinct.”

You could practically hear him blush on the other end.

“Right. Yeah. Well, I just—I was callin’ to, uh—Christ, of course they made me do this, I can’t even—”

“Steven.”

You interrupted gently, your calmness soothing his nerves to some degree. He took a breath.

“Sorry. I—We talked it over. The whole—your experiment. And—and I think we’re all up for it.”

You froze in your tracks, students continuing to rush around on either side of you in the hallway. Your hand was shaking.

“I—really? Are you sure?”

“Well, no—I mean, yeah, I just—of course, I’ve got some reservations, but, I mean—it’s for science, yeah?"

A smile was creeping up your face.

“Yeah. Yes. For—for research purposes.”

Yeah, solely research purposes, my ass.

Marc quipped internally, and Steven gulped.

“Right, then. Could we—shall we meet again today, or—whenever, to talk it over a bit more?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“That’d be perfect. We can meet same time, same place as yesterday?”

He gave a hum of agreement, and you felt suddenly breathless as the reality of the situation began to set in.

“Right. I’ll—I’ll see you then, okay, Steven?”

“Yeah, ‘lright, cheers.”

“And, Steven?”

You called quickly, hoping to catch him before he ended the call.

He hummed in response. You smiled.

“Thank you. Really, thank you.”

~ The More the Merrier ~

My friend Ayiana is a huge Steven Grant simp so I decided in her honor I would write a little bit of love and spice for her. Ana I love you even though ya cheated on me with Oscar Isaac/j

WARNING: Smut, Riding, Biting, Scratching, Hair pulling, Semi-Choking, Blow-Job

Being with Steven felt like a dream, however I couldn't just have Steven you see Steven was a packaged deal he had a thing called D.I.D. otherwise known as Multiple Personality Disorder though, I still love them all the same. Steven was the most romantic even though we have been together for a few months he was still quite nervous and would be afraid to ask if he could get so much as a hug, Marc well he was the logical alter but he was the host or well the main body except for Steven was the one who fronted the most.

Marc is the best with advice especially when I am feeling blue, now onto Jake well he is the most protective if someone even looked at me wrong he would threaten to gouge their eyes out which to say the least I found it funny and I loved it. It was currently 6:25 AM and well Steven still hadn't got up for work that he had to be to at 7:00 AM, you see Steven was the type to sleep through anything, I tell him that he overworks himself but he highly disagrees, he slept through all five alarms he had set the night prior so at this point I had gotten used to getting up at 6 in the morning to get this clothes ready and making his lunch for that day, once I had walked back in there he was still asleep so today I decided to wake him up in a different manner.

I walked over to him climbing onto his lap receiving a small groan from him and a furrowing of his eyebrows but that was it I knew that this was going to be a hard task to accomplish but like every other task I was determined to get it done, I leant down and began to plant soft kisses onto his neck slowly moving up to his jawline and nibbling at the base of his jaw.

Steven slowly made his hands to my waist I then knew it was a mission accomplish, his beautiful dark eyes fluttered open and he looked at me " I overslept again didn't I? " he asked with his tired London accent, I nodded " Yes you did my love but if you get up now and get dressed you can make it to the bus on time and get to work on time " I explained to him as he slightly sat up wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head into my chest " okay..." I smiled a bit and held his head against my chest running my fingers through his hair, he smiled against my chest and it made me smile " Alright come on love " I slowly stood up and he groaned, he soon got up and started to take his shirt off with the help of me of course, I helped him get dressed before handing him his lunch, phone and coffee " there is your things, call if you need anything or if you need to be bailed out of jail " I teased as he nodded he slowly placed his hands on my shoulders I always knew that was his way of asking for a kiss so I nodded and leant up kissing him softly, he kissed back and we stayed that way for about a minute before I pulled away " Have a good day at work " I said before he walked out of the Flat, I sighed softly it now felt empty and quiet and I was always worried he was going to get hurt or an accident was going to happen but I pushed my worries aside and grabbed my to do list.

Ayiana's To Do List

Clean up the Flat

Go to the Grocery Store

Return Steven's overdue Books

Buy new flowers

Wash Clothes and bedding

After finally getting the last thing done I have a huff, it was around 2:00 PM and Steven didn't get off until sometime around 6:00 PM so I had nothing to do, I started to sit down before my phone rang I looked at the contact and began to panic it was Steven oh god what had happened, did Jake hurt someone? Did someone hurt Steven? I answered it " Hello, are you okay love? Did something happen? " I asked, I heard his small chuckle " No love, I got off of work earlier and I am on my way to the local park, take a bus and meet me there, okay? " he explained and I gave a sigh of relief wait early? I smiled with excitement " Okay! I'll be there! " I said happily, he gave another chuckle " Okay, lators gators! " he said before hanging up I immediately got up and put on my cutest out and did my hair and makeup before rushing out if the flat locking the door behind me, I hurried down the stairs and out of the apartment complex catching the next bus " To the park please " I said handing the driver and few bucks and took my seat.

The bus ride seemed long but soon I reached my step and got off of the bus looking around and seeing Steven standing by a tree looking around some flowers in hand along with a basket and a blanket, I walked over to him and he looked at me with the sweetest smile " Hello sweetheart " he said and I giggled " Hello my love " I responded he looked over at a small hill with a tall tree at the top of it " Shall we? " he asked and I nodded. Steven led me to the hill and helped me sit down onto the blanket he had laid out " I got off of work early so I thought I would plan a little picnic...I know work is always getting in the way of us spending time together and we haven't ever had a proper date so here we are " he explained and gave me a nervous smile, I could barely contain my excitement. I leaped onto him hugging him tightly as we fell back I gave a giggle looking into his eyes and placing my hand on his face " I love you..." I said before kissing him deeply, he placed one hand on my waist and the other on my cheek, I slowly pulled away putting my forehead on his and smiling.

We spent about an hour or two hanging out and talking about life, he went on a rant about Egypt and how the museum didn't include true facts. I always loved when he would go on his rants they truly made me happy to see him so devoted to the world and its history, after that we packed up and went home, now Steven and I had never done anything spicy during our relationship we only had a few neck kisses here and there but we weren't really experienced in that area but tonight I wanted to change that I wanted to take the bull by the horns so while he was reading and writing down things in his notebook I set candles up in the bedroom with some rose petals around and I slipped into a laced bra and underwear with a silk robe over it. Once I heard Steven getting up I knew it was go time so I got onto the bed and waited, he soon walked in and stopped at the doorway looking around " o-oh what is all this? " he asked nervously and I smirked " It's your surprise, come on come have a seat~ " I said in a low yet seductive tone. Steven nodded and slowly walked over sitting down on the bed, I got off of the bed and untied the robe dropping it to the ground, he looked me up and down before looking back into my eyes I could tell he was nervous, I climbed into his lap " we don't have to do this my love " I told him as he shook his head " No no...I...I want to but I don't want to hurt you " he said and looked away, I turned his face to look back at me " who said I'm not into a little pain? " I asked with a sly smirk, I slowly climbed off of him getting onto my knees and unbuttoned his pants, he was already erect and it was all mine for the taking, I pulled out his erect member hearing him make a slight groan only fueled my fire more.

I leant down licking the tip of it needless to say my throat was going to feel sore by tomorrow, he had gerth like I have never seen but it also appeared I would not be walking either and I was totally okay with that, I soon put the whole thing into my mouth his moan and groans made me feel even more aroused than I already was. I began to move my head up and down swirling my tongue around it, " oh saint Mary and Joseph " he groaned and I giggled before putting the whole thing in my mouth gagging heavily, he looked down at me and took my head away from him making me look into his eyes " A-Are you okay? Did I do something? Are you hurt? " he rambled, I shook my head and smiled " no my love it was just a gag reflex don't worry " I said and he nodded I stood back up slowly undoing the bra I had on and tossed it to the side before taking off the underwear with a smirk, he was absolutely flabbergasted " ....am I going bonkers or are you an angel...? " he asked and I slowly walked to him " Scoot back and find out~ " I said and he did so, I pulled his pants off fully slowly raising his shirt up tossing it aside. I looked him up and down " A fresh canvas " I said and sat on his hips looking down at him now he was the one smirking and his eyes were more dilated " I have been waiting for this for a very long time angel~ " he said, the London accent was gone it was just a raspy deep voice " Hello Marc~ " I said before leaning down kissing him intensely, he gladly kissed back tangling his fingers in my blonde hair, his hands slowly slid down to my waist he pulled away looking at me I looked down with a grin before nodding because I knew what he wanted, I slowly sat up a bit grabbing his member and slowly easing myself down onto it, I gave a moan leaning my head back and squeezing my eyes shut the mix of pain and pleasure already made my core feel worked up, he groaned and gripped onto my hips more once I was finally adjusted I moved my hips rocking back and forth giving soft moans, he placed his hand around my throat, I grinned and bounced up and down on him enjoying the feeling and enjoying the moans and groans I was receiving from him, he slowly sat up keeping his hand on my throat he began to kiss and bite at my neck " mine all mine~ " he said in a deep tone, I nodded and bit my lip " Mhm all yours~ " I responded, he leant down biting onto the inner side of my left breast causing me to whimper and moan " Holy moly Marc~ " I moaned continuing to ride him he soon flipped me over thrusting in and out of me heavily each thrust reaching a new depth and a new pace of roughness, I laid there on my stomach his hand tangled into my hair pulling my head back, I moaned " Marc please, please Marc~ " I said in a begging tone he chuckled pulling out and turning me onto my back " I want to see my loves beautiful face~ " he said and trusted back into me leaning down and biting onto my neck, I reached my hands up to his back digging my nails into his skin creating a new scratch with each thrust he gave " Marc I'm getting close~! " and with that he only went faster the coil in core on its edge, after a few more thrusts I hit my climax letting out a loud moan he soon after hit his as well biting down harder onto my neck giving a low growl he slowly looked at me leaning down and kissing me softly " I love you so much " he said as I smiled " I love you too " I responded he slowly pulled out " Let's get you into the shower " he picked me up taking me to the bathroom, right then and there I knew I had found the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

THAT IS ALL YOU'RE WELCOME READERS AND YOU'RE WELCOME ANA LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE WITH ANY OTHER CHARACTERS, DUCES!

The Easter Hunt || Marc Spector x fem!Reader smut

Summary: Steven Grant is your boyfriend. You live a happy life together. On Easter, something unexpected happens. You are surprised to learn Marc Spector wants to get laid with you. Would you agree to that?

Warnings: smut & language & Marc being bossy

Words: 3280

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Steven Grant x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N:  In order to dispel any doubts, we know Marc & Steven are canonically Jewish and we respect that. Nevertheless, for this particular fic purpose, we chose not to adhere to this specific canon aspect. It is our hope that you will understand & react with comprehension.To those who may have felt resentful - please accept our sincere apologies for any triggering you may have experienced.

Easter was a more laid-back holiday than Christmas. Undoubtedly, the holiday was filled with family, friends, and delicious food. On Easter Sunday, people would receive chocolate eggs and occasionally a bunny. It was enjoyable to be able to celebrate these things. Furthermore, spring had just arrived, which meant that new flowers bloomed and everything came back to life after a long absence. In order to welcome the seasonally warm air, many people opened the windows instead of getting cosy for the winter.

 Steven felt like he was on cloud nine; he had a cheerful mood. While the whole Easter dinner preparation was a bit overwhelming at times, he didn't mind as long as you were with him and Gus.

 Grant spent his free time painting eggs and hiding them around his flat since the museum was closed for Easter and Donna didn't come up with any creative, brilliant ideas to make his life worse.

 As you and Steven had been dating for a few months, you simply visited his place whenever you wanted. He even gave you the key. Your bag was full of stuff when you stepped into the flat. “Honey, I'm back!” You exclaimed.

 As soon as he spotted you, he exclaimed enthusiastically, "Hi!"

 You greeted him with joy, "I have everything!"

 He clapped his hands a few times. "Thanks. Could you place the bags on the counter in the kitchen?"

 As you nodded, you headed to the kitchen and put the bags on the counter. "I see you have cleaned a little. I'd help you if you waited for me."

 "In the past, you have said that staying in motion is always better. I wanted to do something."

 "I distinctly remember saying that we could clean and prepare the place together." You shook your head and started to unpack the bags.

 "But why would you have to work your beautiful ass off when I can take more of your responsibilities on my shoulders since I'm at home?" Steven asked with a smug smirk on his lips.

 "Because I want to help with everything, silly, but fine. Have it your way. What's next, boss?"

 "I think you should try to find a few things hidden around the flat."

 "The eggs are hidden around your apartment, right?"

 "Not only eggs." He replied mischievously.

 "I promise... if I find a gun here, I will make Marc apologise for this." You warned before you began looking through the flat.

 Mark responded to Steven within his head, "If she finds the gun and tries to blame me, she'll rather get smacked in the booty."

 Steven said, clearing his throat, "Shut the hell up."

 Looking through all the possible hiding spots in the flat, you walked around.

Eventually, you found a few nicely painted eggs. He clearly put some effort into them.

You smiled as you approached him. "That's it. Do I get anything for those?"

 "We have cheesecake, strawberries, beer and wine, and...," Steven rubbed your forearm, "Something in the bedroom."

 When he mentioned the bedroom, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's in there?"

 "Not much there yet, but we've been thinking for a while..." Steven rubbed his hands together.

 As you nodded and listened to him, you wondered what he really meant.

 Steven stated hesitantly, "Marc and I... We've been thinking, or should I say considering... He'd like to give it a shot as well."

 You chuckled a bit while humming. "Give what a shot?"

 Steven blushed as he said, "Oh, don't make me say that."

 "How else will I know what you mean?" You teased him with a smile.

 You were kissed on the cheek by him. “Some playing, you know. Playing for grown-ups.”

 "That doesn't ring a bell, sweetie." You kept on teasing him.

 Marc's low, soft grunt was virtually inaudible after he gained control. He rolled his eyes before towering over you. "I want that pussy!" 

 "Couldn't Steven just say so?" You asked. "Is that fine with him?"

 "He would try not to be. The body is mine, I must remind you."

 "Calm down your horses, Marc. If he isn't okay with it, I am sorry, but I am not either." You frowned.

 Marc glared at you, grinning a little too angrily and resting his hands on his hips. "Give me a moment." Immediately, he rushed to the nearest mirror. "Steven. Steven. Stevie! Fuck, you alive?"

 "I'm Steven, Spector. S-T-E-V-E-N with a "v" in the middle. How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Steven asked through the mirror.

 You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs while you waited.

Of course, you've slept with Steven before but only him, or at least you hoped it was just him, but honestly, you've never thought about Marc in this situation. It's strange how you got excited about the idea.

 They talked for a while; eventually, they came to similar conclusions.

 As Marc came back to you, he rested his hip against the desk near Gus' aquarium. "He doesn't mind at all."

 You got up from the couch and walked over to him. Your palms moved up his chest until they reached his shoulders. "Well, in that case, I don't mind either. To be honest, I am excited."

 "You have to stop giving me those eyes."

 "What if I don't stop? Will you punish me?" You cocked your eyebrow.

 He leaned in closer, fanning your cheek with his breath as he teasingly nosed your neck. Marc whispered hoarsely, "The kind of look you give Steven when you want to be fucked. If you aren't a good, cooperative girl, you're punished." He pulled back, taking in your look.

 "Perhaps I wish to be punished?" You winked at him, smiling.

 As he lifted your chin with his fingers, Marc asked in a teasing tone, "Is that what you want?"

 Biting your lip, you nodded.

 Marc's knee slid into the gap between your legs as he teased your mound. "Would you like me to fuck this cunt until you beg me to stop?" Marc asked again while moving his knee back and forth as he rubbed your pussy through your jeans.

 As you played with your lower lip, you gasped and hummed happily. "I will gladly accept it, sir. I would like it very much."

 In response to your whining, he stepped back and smirked in amusement. As he crossed his arms over his chest, he demanded, "Promise me, you're gonna be obedient." His voice was stronger and firmer this time around.

 With a frown on your face, you rubbed your legs together to increase friction.

Nodding, you took a deep breath. "I promise to be good."

 "That's my girl."

 A smile spread across his face. "I am now the one chasing the Easter Bunny, and we know who it is."

 Blushing you tried to run to bed, but Marc snatched you before you even got there.

Once he picked you up, you giggled loudly.

 "The Easter bunny has been caught. Now I'll be praised."

 As soon as you were back down on the floor, he made you walk backwards until you felt the cold wall of the room against your back. 

 Just then, Marc lowered his head a bit to place a wet kiss on the side of your neck, making sure to be as vocal as possible as he did so.

 With a soft moan, you grabbed Marc's cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You wanted to be sure he wouldn't pull away too soon.

 One of your legs was wrapped around his hip as he french kissed you.

 The kiss continued as you reached down to grab the hem of the shirt he was wearing so you could remove it easily.

 As he started working on your belt and the fly of your jeans, he let you tug it over his head and threw it aside, pushing you even more against the wall. "Is babygirl needy?"

 "Always." You purred and threw aside your own shirt as well.

 As your belt was also unbuckled and thrown aside, Marc opened your jeans and yanked them down rapidly, kissing between your breasts.

 You stepped outside of them. You were only wearing your white, lacy underwear in front of him.

 "Look at you, such a good girl in such defiant underwear. So fucking hot." 

As he worked on your bra clasp with his skilled fingers, he attacked your neck once more with another kiss. The bra fell down soon after.

 With a smile, you moved your hands up and down his chest until they rested on the waistband of his pants. "You're so strong, just bossing me around."

 He cupped your breast in his large hand as he reached down. He gently squeezed it, causing you to moan. Marc noticed your nipple was getting hard, so he pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. In response to this, you let out a tiny moan before you began stirring again.

 "Fuck. I want to suck your cock." You winced, staring into his eyes. "Please." You almost begged.

 He pulled back from your nipple and pressed heated kisses along your neck as both of his hands slid to your hips to pull your body more firmly against him - him as well as the noticeable bulge in his pants. Spector whispered, "You're naughty, and I like it. Let yourself go, babydoll."

 As you smiled, you moved your lips to his cheek and then his jawline. After that, you moved down his neck and chest, kissing every inch of his body. Before unbuttoning his pants, you remembered to pay special attention to his abdomen.

As soon as his cock popped free from his boxers, you licked your lips. You gave it a long lick from base to tip purring, "Yummy."

 Both his hands were in your hair as he gently bucked his hips. Marc praised in a husky voice, "Just like that. Such a little, naughty girl. Keep it up."

 Your mouth was wrapped around his tip as you sucked gently, muttering at the sound of his voice as you did so. Then, you took more of him in your mouth, moaning again, feeling how wet you became.

 Marc grunted, watching you from above, "You're so fucking skilled. Steven said you're good at blowjobs, but I refused to believe him. I was so fucking wrong."

As he bucked his hips forward, he caught the back of your head and made you swallow the entire shaft. "Just like that. Look at me. I said look at me, Y/N."

As you stared up at him, you softly growled around him.

 Your cheeks were cupped in his hands. He commented, "Such an obedient girl."

 After pulling him out of your mouth, you nuzzled his palm and purred. "Thank you, sir."

 "Up." He ordered simply.

 Because you promised to obey, you got up even though you didn't want to.

 Your tongue was warm as he kissed you deeply, tasting his precum on your tongue. Marc couldn't help but hum as he kissed you.

 Soon after, you were placed on the bed. 

After kissing your lips again, Marc proceeded to bite and lick his way down your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you.

 It seemed apt. You were a goddess, and he was your worshipper. And fuck, how much he wanted to worship you.

 Spector wasted no time sliding your lacy panties down your legs, finally ridding you of the obstructive material so that he could trail his eyes over your naked form.

 When he pulled you forward to press open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, Marc was able to smell your arousal, and it did little to quell the tenting in his ball sack.

 As you laughed, you placed both your legs on his shoulders, looking down at him with a playful smile. "Please, sir. I need you. So badly."

He leaned forward and swiped his tongue along your cunt before you could protest.

He thought you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Marc gritted, yanking one of your legs over his shoulder, improving its position and burying his face in your beautiful pussy.

You moaned and cursed breathlessly, which spurred Marc on further. As he furiously tinkered with your clit while making some obscene noises, he buried his fingers into your ass, holding you against his greedy mouth.

As your hands moved through his thick hair, you grabbed it, letting out all sorts of sounds.

 His tongue was soon accompanied by his index finger. After slipping his digit in and out of your pussy a few times, his middle finger joined, stretching you out even more.

 Marc rubbed his tongue across your clitoris, sometimes catching it a little with his teeth.

 In the wake of the first climax, Marc flipped you over and climbed up, pinning you to the old mattress. The head of his cock brushed against your dripping pussy as he shifted again.

 While trying to calm down from your high, you panted deeply. It was nothing like the time you spent with Steven. Steven was soft and gentle, putting your pleasure first. Marc was aggressive and domineering.

What if you had to be honest? You fucking enjoyed them both. "I need you to fuck me hard until all I can moan is your name, Marc."  

He slid into your tight heat without another word, stretching you so perfectly that you thought you might explode. "Fuck." He mumbled against your neck, his shoulders tensed as he slowly began to rock in and out of you. "You feel divine. So tight around my dick. Fucking perfection. Damn. Thought Steven had made you lose just a little more. Thank God he didn’t. Fuck." He growled, the rumbling in his chest ten times more intense than it had been, his mouth claiming yours in a deep kiss as one of his hands tangled in your hair. "You're so fucking fine, doll."

 A hand was moved into his hair as you whimpered, "Your cock is fucking big. You are stretching me so nicely and fucking me so well! Ough! Yes!"

"Do you like it when I fuck your little cunt like that?" he said, as he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The pistoning of his hips struck you at the point where you saw stars, making his pace suddenly frantic.

While he pressed heated kisses to your throat, his teeth caught your skin as he sucked it into his mouth, leaving a hickey behind.

 Marc grabbed you by the throat as your pussy began pulsating around his cock. His hand was large and easily fit around your throat. He then began to choke you by squeezing slightly.

 He felt as if he was climbing a mountain - higher, higher, higher - before he finally crashed. "Oh fuck!" Marc snarled, his lips slamming against yours in a brutal kiss as he ran for his own release. As his cock started swelling inside you, his thrusts became more erratic and rough. He pulled one of your legs over his tense shoulder and continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm. 

 While biting your shoulder, Spector started firing ropes of hot cum into your pussy, unable to stop himself.

Whimpering his name over and over again was like some kind of prayer for you.

Having your own climax combined with the sweet feeling of him filling you up made it even more magical. It was still hard to believe, but you didn't regret a thing. "Fuck.. Marc..."

Marc gasped for air and fell on you, his tensed muscles glistening with sweat. "That was something."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. You gently stroked his thick, now messy hair with one of your hands. "That was something. I'm not sure I'll be able to walk."

Marc rolled off you and lay close to you, admiring the shape of your naked body while tracing the curve of your waist with his index finger. "Steven is lucky to have you as a girlfriend."

Since his touch tickled,you giggled. "I know he is. I am lucky to have him as my boyfriend."

Marc rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling as he slipped his hands under his head. "Why did you agree to that? To be fucked by me?"

Turning on your side, you looked at him as you nuzzled your pillow. "I don't know. You are different. I think my curiosity took over."

"When I heard so many of your complaints about me, I believed you were going to take him out with a solid blow to the head."

It's true, you are nothing like Steven. You are an asshole, no offence meant, but still, I just wanted to know you better," you shrugged. "And you? Why did you want to 'try' this with me?"

His voice became weaker for a moment. "It's been a while..." He paused. "It's been a while since I held a woman in my arms."

"So I was like a free whore to you?"

As he let out a sigh, he frowned. He stood up from the bed to walk to the nearest window and look out of it, as he said, "No. Do you realise how hard it is to share your body with others? You need to share your space with them, and that makes it uncomfortable. I felt everything he did to you, as well as the things you did to him. How do you like this fucking answer?"

 Following him was the first thing you did.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind and gently stroked his stomach while nuzzling his back. "I apologise, Marc. You are right, I don't understand it fully and I think that I will never do, since this isn't happening to me. Kindly forgive me for this stupid question. I still get confused." You said quietly. "I have a proposal."

While he did not return to you, he nodded, awaiting to hear what you had to say.

You explained, "No matter if it is sex or just cuddles, I'm here for you. Steven is a nice guy. I'm sure he will understand your needs."

 Marc frowned to himself before turning around and looking down at you. "Do you mean that seriously?

Looking up at him, you nodded. "Yes, I am serious. You both deserved some warmth and comfort."

The feeling was strange, unlike anything he had experienced before. With disbelief and happiness mixed within him, he smiled a libit.

"Your smile is contagious, Marc. I am glad to witness it. Could you do something for me?" You ran your palm up and down his broad, naked chest.

The man tilted his head, waiting for your request to be dropped.

"Could you... Speak to Steven if he has nothing against it? I am sure he heard everything."

"I promise," Marc said as he glanced down at you for a while. "Nice tits."

With rolled eyes, you got on your tippy-toes and flicked him in the forehead. "Now, Mr. Spector? Are you a big or a small spoon?"

"Big one."

You took his hand and pulled him back to bed, nodding. There you lied down and let him be the big spoon as he pleased. You pulled his arm around your waist as you pressed your back against his chest. "Comfy?"

While placing the kiss on your nape, he smiled, saying, "Yes, very comfortable."

Steven tried to take control of Marc's body and ask if you thought Spector was better than him in those aspects, but Marc didn't allow it; he simply wanted to enjoy the moment with you.