For you celebration: 💌, a little fluff with any of our moon boys?
(live footage of Steven telling you how brilliant you are)
You said any of the moon boys so I decided on all
Pairing-Moon Boys x reader (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake lockley x reader)
Summary- What’s Valentine’s Day without a little friendly competition
CW-Fluff,Fluff,Fluff inaccurate depictions of DID
WK-838
A/N- A little self indulgent because don’t we all secretly want them to spoil us
Not beta read
Three of hearts
This might be the coziest feeling in the world. It’s warmer than usual in the flat and it feels like you’re enveloped in a cloud of softness and fluff. You don’t feel the hard press of your boyfriend's body on you but for some reason your movement is restricted.
It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the morning light as you stare directly into the beedy eyes of a large stuffed animal. You rub your hands along the plush brown bear with a red bow wrapped around its neck. You’re certain there’d be no room for anyone else with the way the bear takes up half the space.
You sit up slightly trying to move your legs under the weight of the covers. Something long and lime green is draped across your feet as you struggle to pull it up to you. It's soft in a velvet way and it has pink spikes across its back. You think it resembles some kind of dinosaur or lizard…you aren’t entirely sure. What you are sure of is that it has an adorable name tag around its neck, LEONARD is etched in bright pink font on a heart shaped collar and you can’t help but giggle to yourself.
Something falls against your back and you’re momentarily startled as a large pink trunk hits your shoulder. You roll the Dino-lizard off you to turn around and inspect the baby pink elephant that looks about the same size as you. You rub the shag material on your face as you clutch it in your grasp. It smells like lavender and has the cutest smile on its face.
“Told you.”
Jake's voice brings your attention back to the room as he stands in front of your floor length mirror. He’s still shirtless in his boxers with his hands on his hips and the most smug look you’ve ever seen in your life.
“Told me what?” You say as you pat the small space of bed left next to you.
“Nothing mi amor.”
He quickly obliges, gently taking the stuffed animal from you and delicately placing it back against the headboard. He urges you to scoot back as he crawls up your body leaving feather light kisses along your thighs and over your stomach. His breath is hot against your shirt and you're in sensory overload. The soft animal against your back, the smell of him and the lavender lulls you into a sense of calm. You don’t even notice the switch when Marc nips at your neck.
“Tell him he’s wrong.” He husks into your ear and wraps his arms around your waist. He tosses the elephant to the edge of the bed with a little too much force and replaces it with the giant stuffed bear. Your body falls as he lets you go and you land with an oomph. His signature smirk is painted on as he leans back on his heels. “That’s much better.”
“Is someone going to fill me in?” You look at him quizzically and his eyes roll back before he can answer.
He tuts and swings his feet off the bed. “He sat on Leonard on purpose, I know it.” Steven when frustrated is quite possibly the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen as you try to hide your smile. He picks up the-“ He’s a dinosaur you know.” Dinosaur like he weighs nothing and lays him next to you. He taps on the collar with the most delighted look on his face. “You can tell them they’re both wrong love. You can’t own a pet animal without a name, it’s just ridiculous.”
You can’t decide if you want to laugh or cry at the absurdity and thoughtfulness of it all. They made a competition out of everything and something as innocent as a Valentines Day stuffed animal would be no different.
He’s standing in front of the mirror again, same stance as Jake but laced with much more annoyance. “Well then tell me their names.” He snaps his fingers. “Exactly what I thought.”
You clear your throat and his eyes widen in the reflection. “Sorry love, forgot to say good morning.” He bounds back over to you, tackling you into the softness of your bed as he kisses your lips softly. You can taste the mint and a hint of something else that says he lost the battle this morning of coffee or tea.
“So?” He says against your lips, eyes looking at you expectantly. You cup his face in your palms and tilt your head in silent question. “Which one is your favorite?”
“Oh no no no, you know I’m not going to choose.” You squirm out from under him and put the elephant in its rightful place next to the rest. “I love them all equally.” You place a kiss on each one and move to exit the bedroom, as his large hand grabs your wrist throwing you back onto the bed.
“That’s fine cariño, we have ways of making you choose.”
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I simply can't just *not* ask you... brat tamer Santiago Garcia, if you happen to be inspired?
Pairing- Santiago Garcia x F! Reader
Summary- You push your boyfriend just a little too far with your teasing
CW-18+, NSFW, MDNI, Brat tamer Santi, Sub reader, slight voyeurism, Overstimulation, Breath play, Rough sex, Safe word established, Use of restraints, gagging, Dacryphilia, Pet names, Unprotected PIV, Cream Pie, Aftercare
WK- 3.6K ( Drabble..who said this was a Drabble?)
A/N- This was the first ask in my follower celebration and I’ve wanted to put my all into it. Santi is so intimidating and I love writing for him.
Not beta read
Some inspiration before you read if you’re feeling so inclined. ( Santiago)
[Main Masterlist][Triple Frontier]
Cupid’s arrow
It started off innocently enough
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Santi:Baby you’re killing me
Just wanted to give you a Valentines preview
It was boredom that often got you in trouble with Santiago. He said you had a knack for testing his Will power. A constant push and pull between being good and watching the moment he decides he’s had enough of your behavior.
The problem here lies that you can’t see his face via text. There was no way of knowing when the flip switched from innocent to a lesson in never pushing Santiago’s buttons.
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Santi:I’m serious I’m trying to work here cariño
Fine…tell Frankie I said hi
It really was his fault…he left you to your own devices for an entire day. Of course you went shopping and saw the lacy red set that you know would drive him wild. The woman who helped you out convinced you to get a few more things and also another set in pink. But then you saw the black silk teddy with the red trim and you knew you just had to have that one.
A full photo shoot in the floor length mirror in your shared bedroom had you occupied for a little longer. And now you find yourself growing impatient as the time ticks on.
“Pope, my dog can hold a flashlight better than you.” Frankie’s muffled voice comes from under the sink as Santi discards his phone on the counter.
“Relajate hermano.” Santi’s annoyance oozed from his tone, mostly irritated at his lack of preparedness for what was supposed to be a simple ‘in fish’s words’ fix to his leaky sink.
One hour turned into four and it seemed like they had made way too many trips to the hardware store. This was clearly not going to be a quick fix and Frankie should’ve hired a plumber like he said. He knew Frankie was too stubborn for that, the pilot could fix mostly anything on his own and that sometimes led to an air of too much confidence.
Frankie leans back on his heels wiping the sweat from his brow with his shirt, the backwards standard oil cap on his head a shade darker around the rim because the man is too cheap to turn on the ac.
“Your dick hard from holding that flashlight or were you staring at my ass.” Frankie chides and Santi’s flipping him off before the words even leave his mouth.
Santi can’t help the way his body reacts to you. Which is why he desperately needed you to stop sending him those photos. He could be home with you right now, undressing you piece by piece. His face buried between your thighs as he pulled countless orgasms from you until you were begging him to stop. In reality he was going to do that anyway but he’s not going to be so nice about it now that you’ve decided to be a grade A pain in his ass.
You couldn’t possibly know that he’s at his wits end between Frankie’s constant ribbing and his one too many mentions of you. He appreciated that his friend cared about his love life but Santi knew how he really felt. The too long looks at you swimming at Wills in your bikini, the hugs that lasted longer than he’d felt comfortable with but wouldn’t dare say anything to Frankie. The way you genuinely laughed at his awful jokes when you were all hanging out at the bar.
“Let me take a look, I think your eyes need a break.” Santi bumps him out of the way with his foot.
“Oh you’re an expert plumber now, but you can’t even hold a damn flashlight.” Santi shoots him a look as he breathes heavy out of his nose and Frankie concedes taking the flashlight from him.
Santi’s grumbling in a mix of English and Spanish as he takes in the mangled mess of tubes and the puddle of questionable water his arm is sitting in. Santi is suddenly aware of every sore muscle in his body as his back goes rigid. His knees ache and his head is pounding from a lack of food and water. Right now he’s seeing red as he notices the problem they’ve been dealing with all day was quite literally because Frankie had his wires crossed. He's fumbling with the tubing as his phone buzzes in succinction on the counter above him. He thinks you might be calling him but it stops after three.
“Everything alright up there Fish?” His tone slightly exasperated as he’s plunged into darkness. Evidently neither of them know how to hold a flashlight properly.
“You are one lucky son of a bitch.”
“What!?” He groans after a loud thud that was his head hitting the underside of the sink reverberates through his body.
Frankie’s scrolling on Santi’s phone with a perverted look plastered on his face. He’s leaning against the counter completely unaware or unconcerned that Santi is staring daggers at him.
Santi snatches his phone hastily. “Get a good look?” Frankie clearly can’t read the room as he chuckles at him and this is the closest he’s been to getting punched since basic training.
“I didn’t see much.” The lie is clear as day on his face as Santi crosses his arms. “I just don’t know how you could be here with me while you’ve got that at home.” Frankie crosses his arms almost mimicking Santi and an unfamiliar noise leaves his mouth. Santi probably resembles a fire breathing dragon more than a human at this moment.
“You’re right Frank.” He clenches and unclenches his fist. “I don’t know why I’m here.” He wonders now if Frankie was in on it with you and some elaborate plan to push him to the brink of his resolve. He wouldn’t put it past either of you, always vying for who can win the award for the first place pain in the ass. Unlucky for you and lucky for Frankie that his displaced aggression now has a direction.
Santi leaves the kitchen without another word, slamming the front door a little harder than he meant but not feeling too bad about it. He’s bounding toward his Jeep with his phone clutched in his hand and a painful bulge in his jeans. He decides not to leave Frankie entirely in the dark and also not wanting to have the day be a total waste.
I fixed the problem
🐈🐠: Gracias hermano te aprecio
Santi puts the car in reverse and starts the slow roll down the driveway. His phone buzzes next to him on the seat and he aggressively puts it back in park to check.
🐈🐠: Tell her to wear the red one 🥵
Since when did his old ass figure out how to use emojis? Santi pulls up the messages he forgot you sent him. The ones Fish saw. The sweat trickles down his back as he takes in the compromising positions you’re in. One hand clutching your breast, another hand dipping beneath the deep red fabric. You’re only saving grace is that he can’t actually see that spot between your legs. The spot he knows is soaked and if Frankie had seen he’d never live it down. They’d have to share you at that point and Frankie would be none too pleased with himself.
Santi: Be in the bed with the red one on
You were starting to get worried when you sent those last three images. You hadn’t heard from him and your anxiety was getting the best of you. You knew you were constantly pushing the limits of how far you could take him, with all the trust in your relationship you assumed at this point Santiago was limitless. Sending a few racy texts was nothing compared to making him come in his pants while you palmed him under the table at your last hang out with the guys. Your punishment was relatively mild when he yanked you into the bathroom and made you clean up the evidence.
Can’t wait to see you baby 🥰
You're waiting…patiently now after you’ve changed into the one that you knew would drive him crazy.
He’s driving, barely obeying the traffic laws as he white knuckles the steering wheel. He’d already picked out your tombstone when you sent the first photo.
Here lies my Beloved baby girl- impatient, petulant, brat until the very end
****
He knows he needs to shower first, so you’ll just have to wait a little longer. He hopes for your sake you’re in the bed like he asked. You had the expert ability to do the opposite of what he wanted at every turn.
The sun is just starting to set when he enters your shared home. He can smell his favorite scent wafting through the air of one of those ridiculous wax melts you had all throughout the house. He would never tell you that he liked it so much but it seems you’ve caught on anyway. He can’t even describe what it is since it’s labeled autumn air, but it reminds him of you.
Had you been a little faster you might have gotten away with it…but he sees a flit of red and your foot just barely making it into the doorway of the bedroom.You’re lying on your stomach when he enters the room doing your best to not look out of breath with that innocent smile on your face.
“You think you’re slick?” You shake your head as he pulls his shirt off, revealing his tan skin. He throws it towards to hamper, missing it completely as he stalks towards you. He takes your jaw between his forefinger and thumb and you tilt your head up for a kiss that never comes. “I asked you a question.” His breath is hot on your face as you search his eyes for a sign of reassurance but you find none.
“I don’t…know what you’re talking about.” Your voice comes out shaky as his grip tightens on your chin. He laughs as an unmerciful look spreads across his face. You’re a mixture of terrified and aroused as you hang there in the balance, unsure of what his next move is.
He lets go of your chin and presses you back with his palm to lay against the headboard. His jaw is clenched and his lips in a tight line as he straddles your hips pinning you down with his jean clad thighs. You reach out to palm the obvious bulge in the front of his pants and he not so gently grabs your wrist. He places a soft kiss to the palm of your hand before bringing it up over your head to rest on the pillow. “That’s the last time you’re gonna act out of line.” His voice a low growl in your ear and you think you may have royally fucked up.
He sits back on his heels, trailing his hands over the soft fabric of your dress. His thumbs graze your nipple and his eyes go wide at the way your body reacts to him. He grips your hips and bunches the fabric to reveal the matching thing soaked with your arousal. If he had fangs he’d draw blood with the way he’s biting down on his lip as his fingers toy with the thin string, pulling it tight between your lips. He’s playing with you now and your antics earlier may have been seriously detrimental to your health and well being.
The material bites into your skin and you wince as he snaps the thin fabric like it’s made of floss. It’s vulgar the way he brings them to his nose inhaling your scent, his eyes roll back and your breath picks up at the carnal display before you.
He sets the torn panties down next to your head before his hands are back on you. “I take it, I bought this?” You nod once and he tsks under his breath.
“Yes.” It’s rushed out and he slaps the side of your thigh as he crowds your space. “I mean yes sir.”
“Good girl…I think it’s been too long since you’ve been taught a lesson.” You gasp as he rips the fabric. “You can’t even remember your manners.” Your gut churns at the voracious tone he’s using. The bold red dress flutters in front of you as he reduces it to shreds. His muscles flex as he pulls it taught, inspecting it to his liking. He leans over you, his soft kiss a stark contrast to his words. All you’ve wanted all day was to touch him, but you keep your hands where they are as his lips devour you. His kiss growing hungrier by the second. He pulls away breathless as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. He rolls his hips instinctively, his lust for you is almost too much. “You just need a little reminder sweetheart.”
He regained some composure as he pulled his weight back. The warmth of his body leaves you and goosebumps raise on your skin. His thumb grazes your bottom lip as he pulls down gently, coaxing your mouth open. He shoves your panties in your mouth and you can taste yourself on your tongue. You breathe deep through your nose as he waits for any sign you need this to stop. His hand grabs your wrist and the shredded fabric bringing it up to the bedpost. He was nothing if not tactical with his movements as he quickly secured both wrists with his perfectly procured gift. He gives a light tug and smirks, seemingly pleased with his work.
You squirm and whine as he swings his legs over your body and exits the bed. The drool starts down your cheek as you soak the fabric in your mouth. “Don’t worry cariño, I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
He opens the bedside drawer and fishes out your small pink vibrator, it’s been so long since you’ve used it you're not even sure it’s charged. He clicks it once and it roars to life…the opposing looks on your faces are almost cartoonish as you groan in anticipation.
He pulls his phone out of the front pocket of his jeans as he leans over dragging the tip through your slit. Not even bothering to look at the mess he’s making. “Let’s see… how many photos did you send baby?” The sarcasm drips off his tongue as he counts each one out loud. He whistles low under his breath. “Five…I’m not sure you can handle a five.” The settings go up to six and you’re praying to whatever god is listening that he has some mercy.
You keen as it breaches your entrance almost out of breath on the first setting. He clicks it twice more and snickers at your muffled cries. “I’m gonna shower okay sweetheart. You stay right there and don’t move.” He clinks his belt and pulls down his pants before heading towards the en-suite bathroom. He sends you one last salacious look as he palms himself over his boxers. You writhe as he turns his back to you, no doubt grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
****
You want to call him every name in the book besides his god given one as you breathe through your second climax. Your legs are shaking and you wish your pussy would go numb to the constant vibrating sensation wracking your body. You tried to crawl away from it to no avail, you clenched your thighs together hoping that would give you some relief and accidentally bumped it up a notch.
Your back arches off the bed as your wrists tug at the restraints, the new angle has it hitting that spot deep inside you as you bite down hard on the soaked fabric in your mouth. You’re almost grateful for it and you think he must know what he’s doing because you’d surely have cracked a molar at this point.
He’s humming some incessant tune as the water shuts off and you try and focus on your breathing knowing it’s almost over.
He exits the bathroom, steam emanating off his sturdy body. He used a towel to run through his thick hair not covering the hefty cock dangling between his thighs. He saunters over taking his sweet ass time, slowly pulling the vibrator from your soaked folds. A lewd sound comes out of you as he pulls the fabric from your mouth. He straddles your chest this time, careful to keep his weight off you as his cock sits heavy between your breasts. You know he’s doing it on purpose, as he unties your sore wrists. He knows how much you love sucking his cock that hangs inches from your face, but you wouldn’t dare do anything now without permission. You breath out heavily, mouth watering at the sight of him as he looks down upon you. His cock jumps at the temperature change and you know that he knows what you’re doing. Quite possibly the only thing you can do in your current predicament.
“You did so good for me cariño.” He slides down your body, trailing precum along your sweat soaked skin. He wipes the drool from your mouth with his hand and purses your lips in his grasp. “But we’re not done yet.”
“Santi please…I'm sorry.” You’re reduced to begging, something he rarely denied.
“I gave you a chance to be sorry.” He wipes a stray tear that rolls down your cheek and for a brief moment he feels bad. You were just trying to show off for him after all. The shredded reminder of your little outfit is all the motivation he needs to finish what he started.
You rub your sore wrists and stretch your limbs as he grabs his phone from the bedside table. You get a nice look of his pert ass as he walks to the opposing lounge chair in your bedroom and props the phone up to his liking.
“Hands and knees baby.” He’ll always love the way you quickly obey as he works his hand over his cock and climbs in the bed behind you. He’s sure you’ve learned your lesson but now he wanted to have some fun and you were being so good.
He soothes you with his other hand as he watches your shaky breaths from behind. Your ass wiggles a little as you try to get comfortable. He can see the arousal dripping down your thighs as he drags the tip through your soaked folds. “I can’t see your face baby, so keep your eyes open.”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my girl.” He pushes in as he grips your hips, starting a brutal pace. You’re so worked up from before as he drags in and out of your walls. Grunting behind you as the lewd sounds of the slap of skin echo in the room. He’s been so keyed up all day he knows he’s not going to last long and the way your pussy squeezes him so tight with every thrust he needs to feel you come before he loses all control. The chants of his name are like music to his ears as you grip the sheets below you, but it’s not good enough.
He wraps his arm around your chest bringing his hand to your throat as he breathes heavily into your ear. A sharp intake of breath as he squeezes slightly. “Your eyes open baby?” All you can do is nod and you hope that’s good enough. He releases it gripping your jaw to look at the camera while fucks relentlessly into you. “Whose fucking you like this…hmm.”
“You Santi.” Your voice cracks as you grasp at his arms to stay upright. He moans into your ear as you grip him tight. His breath on your neck tickles and you both chuckle slightly. A sighting of your Santi sprinkled into your intense moments.
“You tell him who you belong to.” Who? You whine as your body shakes, you’re just at the edge of the cliff all you need is that little push. He grips your hair with one hand bringing the other to rub your clit. “You know who.” He says through gritted teeth.
“I don’t I swear.” You sob, tears of ecstasy roll down your face as your fingers dig into his forearm.
“Frankie.” He growls in your ear as you fall apart in his arms. He follows you over the edge quickly after, much to your relief at the prospect of reaching your climax at the mention of his best friend.
It takes you both a moment to catch your breath, just basking in the afterglow. He kisses your shoulder asking if you’re okay. Turning your face to his when you don’t answer immediately, searching your face for any sign of discomfort. “I’m okay baby, I promise.” You sigh as he releases you, your tired body falling into the soft sheets below you.
He rubs your back for a moment before rolling out of bed to the bathroom. You have no idea what time it is, with the sun setting so early it could be six or nine and in the excitement of the day you didn’t eat or drink as much as you should have. Santi returns with a washcloth, wiping your face first and down your chest. He gently wipes both thighs and you shiver as he brushes the towel over that overworked spot between your legs. “I know it’s cold, I’m sorry.” His voice is low and calming like he’s approaching a frightened animal. The vulnerable and sweet Santi that you know and love talking you through the aftershocks.
He heads to the chair in the corner retrieving the phone you’d all but forgotten, sliding it in front of your face on the mattress.
“Why don’t you hit send for me cariño.”
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Here lies my Beloved baby girl- impatient, petulant, brat until the very end
Summary- Steven wants to ruin you in the best way possible
CW-18+, Smut, overstimulation, PIV, rough sex,Dom Steven, inaccurate description of DID
WK-333 🤍
A/N- This follower celebration is helping my writers block tremendously. It’s freeing just putting something out there without overthinking.
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You’re beginning to think Steven was looking forward to this more than he let on as you drool into the pillow. His hips slam into yours as the grip on your waist tightens with every thrust. His voice is nearly unrecognizable as he grunts behind you about how beautiful you look from this angle. You cry out his name as his cock hits something devastating inside you.
You should’ve listened when Marc told you good luck.
His pace is relentless as he twists his hand in your hair arching your back to look at the mess he’s making of you in the mirror. “I want you to see what a special gift this is love.” He pants in your ear and an inaudible whine leaves your lips as your third orgasm crests over your body, the floating feeling trickling down your spine as he keeps you suspended in his grasp.
You should’ve been worried when Jake said he’d tell him to take it easy.
This was your idea…he could have whatever he wanted for Valentine’s Day. You assured him that nothing was off the table. He seemed apprehensive at first to ask if he could be a little rougher with you in the bedroom. It was certainly a mistake to laugh at his sheepish expression. Yet another mistake to let him decide the terms of the night. Which is how you find yourself completely cock drunk on this new dominant side of him.
He’s drunk with power over you as he rubs his fingers on your clit, groaning at the mess you’ve made dripping down your thighs. “I think I’ll keep you like this. I can feel you squeezing me so tight…you’ve got one more in you.”
“Steven I can’t.” You keen as he drags slowly in and out of your walls while he slowly fucks into you.
“I think you can love.” His voice a deep growl as he stares at his reflection in the mirror.
