hello! can you do a marc spector x reader w jealousy/possessiveness? i just have a huge thing for possessiveness and i can see reader putting him in his place and marking him up BADLY
yesyesyesyes (tw.. thigh fucking.)
marc is so quiet in his submission but he’ll also go to the extremes just to get you riled up enough to rough him up a bit.
he loves to make you jealous because your slight possessive streak was something he found incredibly arousing.
it was something about the way your aggression shown through your movements, collecting his wrists in your hands and pushing him above his head as you kissed down his collarbone.
he didn’t object at all once you pulled down his remaining articles of clothing. the way you push his legs up has him whining out and you bite back a grin.
“this is what you wanted isn’t it? you just wanted to make me mad so that i’d push you around huh?” you asked, already knowing the answer. “that’s unfortunate, isn’t it love? i don’t plan on giving you what you want until you beg me.” you murmur, stroking yourself a little before pressing your cock between his thighs.
“wha- nonono please,” he whines, cheeks heating up as you continue grinding into the tight space his thighs provided. “c’mon love, i’ve heard you beg me better than that. let’s see if you really deserve my cock in the way you want it.”
feminization w steven grant? i just think it’s so hot to see him like that. also, Hi! i love your new blog.
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ooooh i like this idea.
i can just imagine letting him ride you and playing with his pretty nipples. “you’re so pretty, my pretty princess?” you’d ask, and his cheeks would tint such a pretty pink. “y-your pretty princess,” he’d murmur back softly, grinding down on you. “maybe i should get you a cute bra… maybe even s-some lingerie.” you talk out loud and he moans in response, hands coming to balance himself on your chest as he falters.
“come on pretty girl, you wanna cum don’t you…” you groan, helping his hips along your cock. “yes, yesyesyes!” he practically squeals. “w’nna be your pretty girl,” he whimpers, cock twitching and leaking beads of precum down his shaft.
respectfully asking for more ftm steven grant🙏🙏(don’t have to do it if you don’t want btw)
i luv ftm steven @_@! [tw face sitting]
i can just see it, anon. steven who’s absolutely at his wits end. he’s stressed about his work in the museum and how it never seems to be appreciated and he’s completely fed up.
and from the moment he steps through the door of his flat, you could practically see the stress radiating off of him in waves.
“come here love,” you’d beckon him over, holding him in your arms and kissing him softly. “you need to relax, don’t you baby?” you murmur, rubbing his back softly as he relaxes in your embrace.
“yes,” he mumbles after a beat of silence. “please? don’t wanna do any of the work though..” he says, and you chuckle. “don’t worry, my love, just let me take care of you hm? i just wanna make you feel good,” you tell him, sitting on his bed and pulling him into your lap. “thank you,” he breathes, arms strewn over your shoulders as you kissed down his neck.
“sit on my face,” comes the muffled mumble after you’ve unbuttoned his shirt, tossed it haphazardly over his floor and began to kiss down his chest. “what?” he questions; he thinks he might’ve heard you wrong at first but when you pull away from teasing one of his nipples with your tongue, you repeat it.
the words have his face flushing, a deep pink. he swallows thickly. “i might crush you,” he says, and you lay back so that he’s straddling you. “if i do manage to die via your thighs, i’d die happy,” you joke and he playfully slaps your chest. “i’m serious,” he practically pouts with a small smile.
“i’ll let you know when i need air or if i’m getting uncomfortable, how about that?” you ask him, squeezing his thighs. he nods slowly, shifting off of you to pull down his pants and underwear.
he resumes his spot over you quickly, moving up in the bed to hover over your face. “you promise to let me know when you need air right?” he asks, looking down at you. “i promise my love. let me make you feel good.” you murmur, your arms coming up to hook around his thighs.
you pull him down, nearly immediately attaching your lips to his clit. he jolts and an involuntary moan tumbles past his lips. steven always had been a sensitive little thing, though now with all his stress, his sensitivity has seemed to increase tenfold.
you’re practically devouring him whole, using your tongue to trace his puffy lips before dipping deeper and eating him out as if your life depended on it. steven was practically wailing over you, his thighs quivering and coming together.
“if-if you keep that up, i’m, haaah! i’m gonna cum!” he sobs, and in response, you pull him down harder and pay special attention to his clit. “c’mon love, let it out for me,” you murmur, “cum all over my face,” you urge him on, and resume your assault on his pretty cunt.
he trembles, squealing as his pussy clenches around nothing and cumming all over your face just like you had requested. “good boy,” you mumble against the lips of his cunt as you hungrily clean his cunt and make sure not to leave a drop behind.
he taps you twice on your forearm, and you detach from him immediately, manhandling him a little so that he’s sitting against the headboard. “are you feeling better?” you ask him, licking your lips and grabbing a couple wipes to wipe your face. “‘m definitely relaxed,” he murmurs, falling into your embrace as you situate yourself on the bed.
“get some rest my love,” you tell him, kissing his forehead and pulling the sheets over him.
