I've often seen this person's posts pop up, he's known for the number of cats he feeds, even before this, hence the username. The other day, I remember seeing that pic of him and that tiny little puppy on the beach and being cheered up by it. It's just so sad... they literally can't have anything.
If anyone wants to help this man, he has links for both an evacuation gofundme and PayPal to help feed the cats:
I am Mona Chaaban, and I am reaching out to you for support in assistin⊠Mona Chaaban needs your support for Fundraiser for safe passage fro
Go to paypal.me/help1animals and type in the amount. Since itâs PayPal, it's easy and secure. Donât have a PayPal account? No worries.
PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DONATE TO THIS FAMILY
Mahmoud is a friend of mine, i've been talking to him for a while now, and they have my utmost confidence. Additionally, they're vetted by @90-ghost.
Mahmoud is still weak after donating blood to his niece Eileen, and now his other niece suffers from the same condition.
Please, please donate. If you have a regular income, you KNOW you're gonna get paid at the end of the month. I don't know if my friend is going to be alive by tomorrow, as the bombing never stops. If you CAN'T donate, then just SHARE IT. Make the effort of talking to people, tag your mutuals, be active.
warnings: just fluff, one mention of period typical sexism (not llewyn), reader wears a nightgown, reader is a total introvert no iâm not projecting
Llewyn has a habit of showing up on your doorstep when you least expect it, maybe because he knows youâre too nice to turn him away. He never outstays his welcomeâhe has a keen eye for when youâre starting to feel a little suffocated and need your privacy back. After all, your shoebox of an apartment was definitely not made for more than one personâand thatâs exactly why you chose it in the first place. As much as you love having friends and family around you, you very much value your solitude and need breaks from people on a regular basis.
So itâs strange that Llewynâs been here for six nights in a row when his previous longest stay was three. And itâs even stranger that youâre not craving alone time the way you normally would be at this point. You like being around him, like having his gorgeous face to come home to every night. Especially with the long shifts youâve been having to pull ever since your landlord raised the rent. Heâs definitely a good listener, and he doesnât mind you rambling about a horrid customer you had to deal with or the way your boss has been making inappropriate comments to all the women on staff.
The only bad thing is, these long shifts are leaving you with less and less time to get chores done. He hasnât mentioned it, but Llewyn has been trying his best to help out around the houseâwashing the breakfast dishes after you realize youâre running late for work, restocking the fridge with your favorite wine when the bottle gets low, and generally trying to tidy up after himself. Youâve noticed the effort, and it makes your heart warm. Heâs never tried so hard before, but itâs almost like heâs trying to impress you. Like he wants to take care of you.
You try not to get your hopes up, because Llewyn has been an infrequent house guest for the better part of three years and heâs never once shown any sign of romantic interest in you. Still, you canât help the little crush youâve been harboring. Itâs hard not to fall for those sweet brown puppy eyes of his.
Heâs a goddamn menace, and you love it.
You donât realize youâre out of clean clothes until itâs too late. Thankfully your closet dries up on a Saturday that you donât have to work, so you finally have time to do the laundry and catch up on a few other chores that need doing.
Youâre about to say fuck it and rewear some dirty clothes, but thereâs a few problems with that. One, working shifts in a diner is sweaty work and none of your clothes smell particularly appealing. Two, the man you would fall on your knees for is currently asleep on your couch and you donât want to look anything but your absolute best around himâand that means skimpy shorts and loose-neck shirts, because whatâs the harm in giving him something nice to look at?
You pad down the hallway in your nightgown, a threadbare garment that you would really rather not have him see you in, but there arenât many other options. At least it doesnât smell like you just dug your way out of a grave.
As youâre doing your best to load up the washer without making too much noise, you realize thereâs a load of clean clothes in the dryer. Hardly able to believe your luck, you start digging through the load for something presentable to wear. But these fabrics are all unfamiliar, and your heart quickly sinks. These are Llewynâs clothes, not yours.
So, you can stay in this ratty nightgown and pray that you somehow get a load of laundry through the washer and dryer before he wakes up. Not likely, considering the fact that itâs rare for you to wake up before him anyway and itâll probably be a matter of minutes before heâs up.
Or, you can borrow some of his nice clean clothes, thank him profusely, and re-wash them for him once your load is done.
The choice seems obvious.
You find the perfect shirt right on topâa long button down that lands about mid-thigh at the longest part of the hem and covers just enough to not be a complete scandal. With your hair mussed up and the top two buttons undone, you look downright sexy.
Youâre just starting the machine when Llewyn pads down the narrow hallway, stopping short at the door to the bathroom when his sleep-clouded eyes land on you.
Youâve never seen anyoneâs pupils expand so rapidly, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
âIs that⊠are you wearing my shirt?â
You try to play coy, but youâre suddenly very aware of the fact that this is the pinnacle. Thereâs no getting out of this one, no way to keep pretending your feelings towards him are merely friendly. Itâs terrifying and relieving all at once.
âYeah, I umm⊠I didnât have anything clean left. Iâll wash it for you when Iâm done.â
He takes a step closer, and you canât help but notice the way his chest heaves under that tight white tee of his.
âIt looks good on you. Too good.â He takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel the soft warm of his breath on your face.
âToo good?â You ask, praying he doesnât notice the way your voice trembles just a little bit.
âYeah. Youâre gonna have to take it off.â
Thatâs when you feel his hand, slowly making its way up your arm to toy at the fabric where the collar opens around your neck.
With a sudden surge of confidence, you say, âMake me.â
And thatâs all it takes for his lips to crash against yours, mere moments before he makes good on your challenge.
Summary: A tired, pathetic puppy wanders into your diner on Christmas Eve. Things...escalate.
Pairing: Llewyn Davis from Inside Llewyn Davis x f!reader who wants what she wants
Word Count: 2.2k
Content: nsfw, mdni, language, mentions of past mistreatment, talk of contraception, gun but no violence, oral -f and m rec., not beta'd
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Bone-weary.
Your grandmother used to say it.
The man in front of you looked deep-in-his-bones, forlornly, kicked-puppy exhausted.
Which was a feat in and of itself, seeing how you were surrounded this evening by hungry, homeless people, and he was definitely the most handsome one by far.
Chocolate curls tumbled effortlessly across his forehead. His dark beard was kempt - not the fuzzy, matted mess of the men around him.
At first glance, you wondered if he was here to order a regular meal or volunteer. He almost looked put-together enough.
But he sighed - a bone-weary, defeated, groaning sigh.
"Cold night," you commented, noticing how he struggled to create even the tiniest spark of warmth from his corduroy blazer and wool scarf. He seemed to try and make himself smaller, as if willing the too-thin layers of fabric to truly envelop him.
"No shit," he fired back, clenching his fingerless glove around the handle of his guitar case. Noticing your look of slight amusement, he sighed, tiredly. "Sorry. Long night. Wondering if I could get some coffee?"
"Sure thing," you nodded past him to an empty two-top, offering him a warm smile.
Your boss Sal was a hard ass with a heart of gold. On Christmas Eve, anyone could eat free from ten to midnight at this fine dining establishment where you earned your measly paycheck.
You were living the dream - serving diner tables. But Sal was good to you and the other guys and gals you called coworkers - granting holiday bonuses and sometimes, you could swear he beefed up your tips at the end of the night. Just a couple dollars here or there, but it helped.
You returned to the pathetic puppy of a man with a fresh, hot cup of coffee. "Want something to eat? Everything's on the house tonight."
One eyebrow shot up curiously. "Free? You're serious."
"It's Christmas Eve," you said mysteriously, wiggling your fingers as if casting a spell. "Sal's got a soft spot for people who need a hot meal and got nowhere to go."
Kicked Puppy nodded, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.
"So, what'll it be, handsome? You want something to warm you up besides that coffee? Or do you have a pressing holiday engagement?"
Narrowing his tired, dark eyes, he looked like he was trying to come up with a clever reply, but ultimately let out a defeated, bitter-ish chuckle. "Got friends, but...every one of them's pissed at me. On my own tonight."
He shrugged helplessly. "I guess I'm kind of an asshole sometimes."
Wagging your finger, you went along with him, playfully. "I could tell that about you, right when you walked in. I took one look and thought, 'that guy is definitely an asshole. Probably shouldn't serve him.'"
He almost chuckled, but it was a weak laugh at best.
"Bowl of chili sound good? Or...I have chicken noodle, or a hamburger. Not much left in the kitchen," you offered.
A few minutes later, Mr. Handsome Kicked Puppy sipped his bowl of chili while you finished up with your other customers. A few of the homeless guys liked to flirt with you, but they were pretty harmless.
Everyone knew not to cross Sal and his employees anyway.
You noticed Kicked Puppy's gaze fixed on you, so you made your way back over and checked to see if he needed a refill.
"I'm good," he waved you off, but something made you linger. Probably the fact that he was kind of beautiful.
"You a singer?" You prodded, nodding to his guitar case.
He made a face - seemed to be a sore spot for him, but concurred. "Sang across the street tonight. You ever been?"
Peering out the window, you read the club's neon sign. "No, but I always wanted to. What kind of music?"
"The only kind," he shrugged.
You motioned to the spot across from him. "Mind if I sit a minute? Feet are killing me. Promise I won't ask you to sing."
He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, eyeing you curiously. "Oh, you won't?"
"'Course not," you smiled, waving your hand dismissively. "Everyone knows musicians hate that. It's like...your living. You can't just sing for free."
His eyebrows shot up as he leaned in. "You're mocking me..."
"No," you laughed. "I'm serious. It would be like someone asking me to serve drinks at a party without paying me." You motioned around you. "Not much of a career but I should still get paid for it."
"Thank you." He gestured animatedly. "My...friends - some of the people who usually let me crash - always try to parade me out at dinner parties, like an attraction. Fucking annoying."
He paused for a moment. "Almost feel like I owe them sometimes, you know... Can't do it, though."
"You have your pride," you sympathetically reasoned. "That's fair enough."
You stood, reaching to collect his dirty dishes. "So, who's couch is it tonight if everyone's pissed at you?"
Running a gloved hand over his beard, he shook his head and shrugged. "What time do you close?"
"Midnight."
He slowly nodded.
"What's your name, singer?"
"Llewyn."
You smiled softly and introduced yourself. "You don't have anywhere to go after midnight, do you?"
He shook his head as his gaze dropped.
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12:24 A.M. - Christmas
"Can't believe you're letting a strange man sleep in your apartment," the handsome bone-weary puppy voiced as you turned the key in your deadbolt.
"You're not a stranger anymore, Llewyn," you replied, trying to find just the right way to wiggle your key... "Got it! Damn thing sticks all the time."
Shouldering your way inside, you tossed your bag on the tiniest kitchen bar in existence, motioning for him to come on in.
"Like I told you - it's not much. You might be warmer sleeping in a car, but the love seat will keep you off this frigid, hard floor. And the water's warm, since we're over the diner. Sal's my landlord too. He keeps everything running nice enough. Cheap ass on heat though."
"No, I really appreciate it," he gratefully returned, âespecially on Christmas. You sure I'm not interrupting anything?"
"No..." You let out a wistful sigh. "No, I don't have anyone." You smirked at him playfully. "But I do own a revolver if you're having any weird ideas."
"Holy shit," he whistled. "Glad you take care of yourself, I guess."
Llewyn reveled in your attention and care over the next half hour. You made a batch of hot cocoa while he took the warmest shower he'd had in weeks. You turned on a Christmas record and found a couple of thick blankets for him to sleep (or attempt to sleep) cramped up on the love seat.
"Thank you for this," he quietly voiced, sipping his cocoa, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Don't deserve it. If you knew me, you'd push me right back out that door."
"Maybe," you shrugged, sipping your own warm beverage as you curled up in the only chair in the place. "But it's Christmas. Even assholes and loners need a break sometimes."
He regarded you with interest, his eyes raking over your form for the millionth time. "That what you are? A loner?"
You hid behind the ceramic of your mug for a moment of reprieve. "Have to be. What else is there for a woman who doesn't want a marriage and kids?"
You shuddered, remembering how many times your ex had sabotaged your efforts at contraception...and how violent he'd become when he found out you were actively trying to not get pregnant.
Hence the waitress job, freezing apartment...and the revolver.
"You don't want kids?" He asked, clearing his throat. Maybe you were somehow...perfect.
"I really don't. Youâd think women would have a few more options now that itâs the â60s. So I got my revolver to make sure my ex stays away. Heâs a bigger asshole than the two of us," you answered, transparently. Noticing how his dark eyes widened at your candor, you laughed.
"Scared yet?"
"No," he chuckled. "But I guess that answers the question of whether or not we're gonna fuck."
Smirking, you took one more sip of cocoa before pushing off your chair to kneel down in front of him. Your eyes met his challengingly as you spread your palms over his thighs, pushing them up to his hips.
"That why you're an asshole?" You challenged, reaching for the zipper of his trousers. "Can't be bothered to wear a condom?"
"Can't afford that shit," he fired back, enjoying the view down your t-shirt.
"Definitely an asshole," you shake your head, dragging his zipper down and tracing your fingertips over the outline of his hardening length with your fingertips.
"My pussy's off limits unless you want my revolver shoved up your ass," you inform, leaning over to suck on his leaking tip through the fabric of his underwear. "But fuck it. It's Christmas. You can come in my mouth."
"Fucking hell," he groaned at your forwardness, shifting his hips to give you easier access to pull his cock free.
"Oh shit, you're big," you marveled, running the tip of your tongue over your lips in anticipation. Wrapping your hands around him, you turned your eyes up to his. "Merry Christmas. Don't say I never gave you anything."
You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before placing him on your flat tongue. Your eyes flickered back up to his tauntingly as you slowly wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue.
"Jes....oh fuck," he moaned, gripping the arm of the tiny couch.
Bobbing your head up and down a few times, you pushed yourself past the point of comfort and swallowed his tip. Your mouth stretched to take him, and the challenge of it made you instantly wet.
âHoly f-fuck,â he responded eagerly, âjust like that.â You let him fuck your mouth, free hand gripping your jaw as his hips found a rhythm thrusting and gagging you.
Something about how pathetic this man was - how eager and responsive to your touch - it was doing it for you. You hadnât done anything this spontaneous in a long time, but it felt good. And you certainly didnât mind a heavy, hot cock in your mouth.
A few heavy thrusts and gags later and he coated your throat with his spend, letting out a near embarrassing whine as he came.
You let him soften before pulling off him and licking your lips clean. âBet youâll sleep well now.â You winked.
âHoly shit,â he gasped, shaking his head as you stood and started to shed your clothes. Remembering you were pretty clear about not fucking without a condom, he slowly stood, stuffing his soft cock back into his pants. âWhat are youâŠâ
âI have a twin bed, but youâll fit better than on that thing.â You nodded to the love seat, now standing in front of him completely nude. âBut to sleep with me, youâre gonna need to return the favor. Iâm fucking soaked.â
Minutes later, this rather beautiful, bearded man knelt between your legs in bed, his prominent nose nudging tauntingly at your puffy clit. His plush mouth sampled your pussy lips, as if he was making out with your cunt.
âF-fuck yes,â you groaned as he fucked his tongue into your hole, sucking and slurping at your juices.
Your fingers slid into the softest curls, twisting them around your fingers as you rocked your pelvis up to meet his soft beard.
The he started humming. And not just a humming sound but a fucking tune. After several delicious, deep thrusts of his tongue, he pulled out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation.
His hum gently morphed into a few lyrics as his eyes gazed up at you, equal parts cocky and pussy drunk - your slick coating his beard and lips.
âHang me, oh hang meâŠIâll be dead and goneâŠâ
He slid two fingers into your slick, warm hole, curling them with the dexterity of an instrumentalist. Then lowered his smirking mouth back down to trace circles around your clit with his tongue. Kept right on humming.
Laying his tongue flat, he laved your sensitive bundle of nerves with a few rough licks before wrapping those sexy lips around it and sucking.
He added a third finger - you were plenty wet enough for it and the slight stretch made your back arch off your twin bed. Fingers curling, lips sucking, and that insistent hum sent you right over the edge into earth-shattering bliss. Your body seized in mind-altering pleasure and then went completely white as you rode out the best orgasm youâd had in years.
He worked you through it before blatantly licking you clean and climbing his way up your body to cage you in. The look on his face told you he was definitely satisfied with himself, but the hot flesh of his cock prodding at your thigh meant he didnât want this to be over.
"Is that my revolver or are you ready for more?" You teased, reaching to wrap you fingers around his cock. "Don't think I have any condoms big enough for all this."
He groaned, hips shifting into your grip. "Maybe we could just - "
"I'll will shoot you. Go the fuck to sleep, Llewyn."
And that's how an exhausted, pathetic puppy of a man, with soulful brown eyes, and the voice of an angel, ended up in your twin bed on Christmas Eve.
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There's an anon who came into my inbox asking for a part 2 and 3 of What Did You Say? - Marc drabble so I decided to do it. I had already sort of wanted to so it works! Original ask by @moonknightly
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, light bondage, jealous Steven, rough sex, pussy slapping, p in v creampie, dirty talk, Steven has an attitude, dacryphilia
Word Count: 1.1k
You were right, you were in for a long night of jealousy ridden sex with both Steven and Jake after Marc had tried to put you in your place earlier. Marc had taunted them, and they were watching from the headspace, just chomping at the bit to get you all to themselves. Steven went first. Jake was being, naturally, very, very patient.
âDonât like what you were sayinâ, love.â Steven said coldly when he was fronting.
You looked at him with surprise, not being used to hearing him talk to you like that.
âI just needed someone to take charge Steven, I had a rough day. You donât have to take it too personal, baby.â You pressed a hand to his bare chest. Marc hadnât put clothes back on before the switch.
Steven snatched your wrist tightly, âyou think I canât be rough? I know itâs not my specialty but darlingâŠI thought you knew me better than that.â
Steven grabbed your jaw in his free hand and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, melting your mouths over and over. He moaned deeply, before separating you and dragging his fingers around your throat.
âSânot Marc or Jake I want you callinâ when youâve had a tough day, yeah? You can ask for me next time, dove, I know what you need.â His tone was dark. âGo on then, you want it rough? Get on the bed.â
Steven grabbed some patterned ties from the closet while you crawled onto the mattress obediently. You found that your hands were shaking a little from the uncertainty. Steven didnât normally act like this. You also didnât normally voice your need for a rough fucking so loudly. He ordered you to behave while he walked over to the bed and brought your knees to your ears, and tied each wrist to each ankle, putting you in a position to be completely open for him.
âSteven, Iâm sorry I didnât mean-â
âYeah, youâre sorry now love, just need to remind you that thereâs three of us yeah? And we all know how to give you what you need.â
You were in a position that had your legs spread and pussy on display for him. Steven crawled onto the bed in front of you, licked his thick fingers and slapped your lips harshly. You winced and hissed. Youâd never seen him like this. If this was what Steven was like when he was jealous, you were even more afraid of what would happen when Jake came in.
He spit on your cunt. You felt the saliva trickle down over your tight ring of muscle. You bit your lip, desperate for whatever he was going to give you.
âAre you just going to tease me all night?â
âYouâve got an awful smart mouth donât you? Need me to tie that up too?â Steven looked at you, waiting for your answer.
âNo,â you said breathlessly, âI just want you Steven, please.â
He slapped your cunt again, to which you let out a whimpering cry. Stevenâs eyes became heavy with lust. You knew just what to say to get to him. He slid his finger between your folds, gliding it through the juices that had collected there. You couldnât move to arch your hips into him, you were completely at his mercy.
After what felt like hours of teasing - really only a few short minutes - Steven finally angled himself over you, dragging the length of his shaft between your lips. You groaned when the ridge of his fat tip brushed over your swollen clit. He bit his bottom lip and looked at you. Steven pushed his thick cock into you, slamming his hips flush against your body. You gasped, feeling the length hit you deeper than ever thanks to the new position you were in.
âThere you go, love.â He had his arms reaching around your hips so they could grab your waist tightly. âDonât tell me I canât give you what you need, sânot true at all, you just never asked did you?â
âN-no I didnât.â You felt a tear trickle down the side of your face from the overstimulation.
âNo you didnât. Howâs it feel? Feels good, yeah? Tell me it feels good, and donât you dare lie, I can see it on your face.â
âYes Steven! It-feels-oh my God-it-â
âCome on! Iâm just as rough as you need me to be right? Just like the other two? Say it, say Iâm just what you need.â Steven was thrusting so harshly, grunting between his words.
âY-youâreâŠoh, StevenâŠyouâre j-just-â
âCanât even talk can you? Never seen Jake or Marc have you stuttering like that.â Steven, for once, had a cocky look on his face that was usually only reserved for Jake.
âS-so good!â You cried out. âItâs so good.â
Your cries were primal while he continued to slam into you harder and harder. You werenât even saying it for the sake of his ego. Steven was relentlessly fucking you to tears, and he was only getting more rough as time went on. His hands were undoubtedly going to leave a mark with how tightly he held onto your sides.
âJakeâs buzzinâ around now, heâs gonna get you good too love, you shouldnât have said all that.â
You gasped and cried out when Steven angled himself to reach deeper. You felt like he was close to rearranging all your organs.
âJust wanted-shit-wanted Marc to fuck me harder Steven, Iâm sorry!â You squeezed your eyes shut tightly.
âNo, no, no, you open your pretty eyes now. Want you to look at me when I make you come darling.â
Within a moment, Steven was plunging in for one final thrust, deep into your core while his cock pumped his hot spend into you. Your walls gushed around him, squeezing tight, milking him dry. Stevenâs groans were rough, primal, and like honey to your ears. Heâd succeeded, making it near impossible for you to walk right when heâd finally untied you.
âThere you go love, letâs see what Jakeâs got for you. Maybe next time youâll think before talking to us like that, yeah?â
âOh, bebitaâŠâ Jake looked at you sweeter than he normally did.
You thought that he might spare you, especially considering that youâd asked for him specifically instead of the other two. It wasnât your words that had upset Jake though, it was the taunting from Marc. When heâd said, âYou seeing this Jake? Huh? You seeinâ how pretty our girl looks with her little pussy splitting over my cock?â, you knew Jake had taken it personal.
âYou look so fucking pretty like that, crying and drooling all over the goddamn table. Letâs see Jake do that.â
Jake was always up for a challenge, and Marc had egged him on. It didnât seem fair that you were stuck in the middle of it. If this was all in an effort for Marc to teach you a lesson, having him and his alters fuck you into oblivion, then heâd succeded. Youâd never instigate him like that again.
âJake please. You can prove your point to Marc later. Iâm really sore, Steven went in on meâŠhe was really rough.â You whined.
Jake was hovering over you on his elbows. He had your cheek cupped in his hand and he gently brushed his thumb over your skin. His lips were feather soft against yours when he kissed you. With Jake, you knew this was the calm before the inevitable storm.
âSteven got you good hm?â His fingertips trekked over your collarbone and down to your breast, squeezing it gently. âWhat the other boys donât seem to knowâŠis that they donât have to be rough with you to make sure you get what you need.â
That cocky smirk stirred your stomach alive, bringing every hair on your body to attention. You arched into Jakeâs touch while he started kissing down your chin, working his way to place gentle and wet kisses over your sternum. You whined, reaching a hand up to entangle your fingers with his dark curls, and your other reached up to grab his shoulder.
âYou know, Marc was right, you did look pretty getting split open like that hermosa.â Jake kissed your lower tummy.
You moaned in response, âneed you to be gentle please, Jake.â
âI know bebita. Iâll take care of you like I always do.â He cooed, inhaling deeply while he dragged his face down over your mound. âYou smell even better with our cum inside you.â Jake raised an eyebrow at you, âMarc, Steven, you boys ready to see how itâs done?â
Jake brought two thick fingers to your tender entrance before plunging them inside. You winced, still feeling sore from Steven and Marcâs assault on your hole. He covered your clit in his mouth, flicking over the swollen nub with fervor and making you forget all about the ache you felt.
You gasped as he started pistoning his fingers in and out of you. He looked up at you, eyes darkened as was typical for Jake, along with a little curl of his lips while he continued using his tongue over you. His mouth was warm while he melted it into you again and again.
âJake, f-fuck papi.â You whined, squeezing your fist tight around his curls.
âAy, easy bebita.â Jake gave you a look of warning.
âSorry baby, feels so good.â
âMmm,â Jake hummed over your clit.
He stopped flicking his tongue and started swirling it around instead. His fingers curled, dragging over your walls. Your cunt fluttered around him in response. You grabbed the sheet with your free hand, squeezing tightly. He pursed his lips over you, groaning again into your mound.
âSo wet hermosa, youâre dripping down my arm. Messy little girl,â he said in a low growl before continuing to work on your clit.
âIâm getting so close, feels so good.â
âTell them.â
You looked at him in surprise. If you said anything like that, surely theyâd take that as another challenge. You werenât sure you could handle a perpetual competition between the three of them. Plus you felt bad taunting Marc and Steven like that. You meant what you said when you told Marc earlier that they were each good at different things when it came to the bedroom.
âJake thatâs not a good idea, I donât want them to-â
âThatâs okâŠâ
Jake pulled his fingers out of you and stopped tonguing your clit. He sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. You looked at him wide-eyed. You felt your cunt quiver over nothing with a heavy need.
âJakeâŠwhat are you-â
He shrugged, âtell them how good it feels, or take care of it yourself.â
You felt your body burning with desire. You werenât sure how much longer you could sit like that, just looking at his face, chin glistening in your juices. You gulped, thinking about the repercussions of you telling Steven and Marc directly how good it felt to have Jake making you come undone like that. Surely youâd be in trouble for days after if you did that, but you needed himâŠnow.
âOk, Iâll do it, justâŠplease,â you begged.
Jakeâs smug smirk never failed to make you a little irritated. He got back to work, driving his fingers back into your soaking channel. You arched your back, angling to get them deeper. You looked down, and he was looking back up at you expectantly.
âSteven, MarcâŠâ You moaned, âJakeâŠJake makes me feelâŠâ
He started slowing the roll of his tongue and the drag of his fingers the longer you took to get your words out. You couldâve cried with need. Jake could be such an asshole when he wanted to be.
âJake makes me feel so good!â
With that he became ravenous, mouthing into your pussy like a man starved. You grabbed the sheets with both hands, feeling your body tremble involuntarily. When you finally came, for the third time that night, your orgasm ripped through you, along with a flurry of curses.
It wasnât until the fog cleared, and you were able to think clearly again, that you really thought about the consequences of your actions. Marc and Steven were going to have a field day with you once the body recovered from having two orgasms that night, and you werenât going to get a break for quite some time.
Hii!! Happy early birthday <3 I hope im not too late. Its still march 12th on my side lol
Could i please request an f reader with steven grant and the prompt âDonât roll your eyes at me.â
A Big Mistake
Steven Grant X f!Reader
Hi Nonnie! Idk why but I pictured brat tamer! Steven when I came up with this drabble. I hope you liked it!
Tags/Warnings: NSFW, brat tamer Steven, orgasm delay, cock warming, creampie, p in v, meanie Steven.
Word Count: 659
It was clear now that youâd made a huge mistake in underestimating sweet little Stevenâs knack for brat taming. When you mocked him after a hard day at work, and he told you to watch your tone (in a not so playful way), you didnât think the eye roll that followed would land you in the position you found yourself in shortly after.
Steven was sitting at the foot of the bed, with you sheathing his erection deep in your slick channel, back leaning against his heaving chest, completely dependent on him for any small bit of friction. Your legs were hanging on either side of his thighs, unable to reach the ground. If he didnât thrust into you, then you werenât going to get any of the stimulation that you so desperately craved.
He had one large hand around your delicate throat, and the other was between your legs, two thick fingers just barely brushing against your sensitive clit.
âSteven, please.â You begged with a needy whine to follow, âIâm so sorry.â
âOh, love, it's only been a minute. I need to make sure you learned your lesson, yeah?â He was breathing heavily in your ear.
You nodded, âyeah, yes.â
You sounded so pathetic, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Steven to believe that you were sincerely apologetic for the way you mocked and sassed him earlier. You were so wet. Your entire body was sensitive under his touch, all you needed was for him to moveâŠeven just a little.
âGood, thatâs real good darling.â He hummed while his cock pulsated softly inside of you. âYou really think youâre something donât you? Rolling your eyes at me like that.â
âIt was dumb. Mm, shouldnât have done that to you, Iâm so sorry.â You shifted your hips, he gripped you tighter.
Even just that little bit felt so fucking good. You whimpered, feeling so helpless and aching with your dripping arousal. Everything underneath you was so slick. You were shocked he didnât just slide out.
âThatâs enough, I told you to stay still. I can get myself off just thinking about youâŠâ his cock throbbed as though to prove his point, âif you want to be rewarded youâd better behave, right?â Youâd never heard Stevenâs tone so dark.
âY-yes.â
âRight, I know you can be good fâme.â
Steven let out a moaning growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. He moved his fingers around your clit, not enough to achieve your release, but enough to make your desire grow. You let out a groan, one that compelled Steven to kiss the soft skin of your neck. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.
âNot gonna have you actinâ like that anymore, like a little brat. I put up with enough shit at work, not gonna have you doing it too yeah?â
You gasped as he started moving faster, âyeah, yes anything you want Steven Iâll do it I promise. Iâll be good.â
âThought so.â He started churning his hips, the head of his cock rubbed against a spot deep inside you that brought you to the brink within seconds. âYouâre lucky it was me you did that to, Jake and Marc wouldnât have been so forgiving love.â
âThank you, baby, thank you so much.â You were almost in tears. It felt so good.
âNext time I wonât be so nice, go ahead and let go for me, wanna feel it.â His cock hardened and stilled while he started painting your walls white.
Stevenâs moan was rough against your ear. Thatâs all you needed to reach your own orgasm. Between his dexterous fingers working over your clit, and his thick cock sliding upward into you, you were trembling over him, cunt crashing around his girth in waves. He kissed and licked your neck while you nearly screamed from the sensations coursing through you.
Youâd do your best not to upset Steven ever again.
Do you have any headcannons for how the moon boys would react to the reader being upset and jealous maybe because someone flirted with them?
Nonnie, of course I do, oof, I'm just imagining someone trying to flirt with MY BOYS. Lord help them lol.
NSFW below the cut
Word Count: 477
Steven
If you see someone flirting with Steven, you cut him a huge break. He's not the most perceptive to flirtatious advances.
That doesn't stop you from feeling a little upset.
"Love, what's wrong? You look upset?" He says after the person leaves.
"Steven, they were flirting with you." You point out to him.
"No they weren't"
You let it go but you spend the rest of the day a little aggravated. Wondering if you hadnât been there what wouldâve happened.
Steven that night is kissing you and noticing the change in your usually enthusiastic movements.
âAlright, Iâve had enough.â He says, using his strength to flip you over onto your stomach. Leaning over with his cock at your entrance and chest against your spine he whispers, âgonna show you that youâre the only one f'me, love.â
Marc
Marcâs not as oblivious to the flirting as Steven, but he does try to play it off like it's nothing when he sees how upset you are.
"Baby, you don't need to worry, I'm not interested in anyone else." He's trying to be reassuring, but you're still upset that Marc chuckled and something they said.
You spend the day a little put off, but trying to keep your attitude up for Marc's benefit.
Marc isn't used to being the more positive one, so this is new territory for him, and he isn't sure what to do.
"Baby, what can I do to make it better?" He asks, hoping there's a magic cure-all to help.
You aren't sure, but when he's knelt down in front of the mirror with you sitting on his lap, cock sheathed deep in your wet cunt, you're having a hard time staying mad.
"Look at yourself baby, look how pretty you are, you think I care about anything else when I've got you? Just look at you."
Jake
You don't have to worry with Jake, and yet you do. He's a natural flirt, and when you see him wink at another person you nearly choke.
Jake doesn't beat around the bush, so when he sees you upset, he's already demanding to know why.
"Tell me, hermosa, why are you pouting?"
When you continue to pout, Jake smirks, thinking it's amusing. You promptly tell him how unamused you are.
"We will see how long that attitude lasts when I get you home, bebita."
Your attitude doesn't last long.
Jake has you tied up to the bedframe while he edges you.
"Jake please, I need to come, please." You're begging, tears streaming down your face.
"Tell me what has you all worked up then, it's not hard."
He's running his gloved finger up and down your slit, teasing you.
"You winked at that other person." You finally admit.
He lets out a chuckle, "my jealous little bebita. Don't worry, no one can handle me like you can."
