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Can I live here?

acts of service.

Rick Flag x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Trapped inside an underground bunker during a snowstorm, the supply of Omega suppressants is running out. Your heat is coming fast, and with three Alphas around, things can go from bad to worse. To save the situation, Rick makes a call. 

To satiate your heat himself.

Explicit Sex. Alpha!Rick. Omega!Reader. A/B/O/Dynamics.

WARNINGS: Explicit Sexual Content. A/B/O. Vaginal Sex. Rough Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). Use of the word ‘cunt.’ Choking. Biting and Scratching.Creampie. Blood. Use of Suppressants. Mentions of Contaception. Slight Breeding Kink Elements. Not Beta Read.

Word Count: 5.4k

CLINTS-LUCKY-ARROW MAIN MASTERLIST

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A/N: I’m struggling to figure out if this is the dirtiest thing that I’ve ever written.

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— citrus light.

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader (mentions of marc)

genre: pwp, smut

word count: 1.6k

warnings: glove kink, exhibitionism (they do it on the roof but no one sees), vaginal s.ex, dirty talking, rough s.ex, reader is aware of alters and moon knight, creampie, dom!steven, sub!reader

a/n: because i'm obsessed with mr knight

steven grant playlist

You love the city especially at night. 

The way the cold wind brushes the loose strands out of your face, the way it rouses goosebumps across your skin. You love the lights, they remind you of the stars but instead of the sky they decorate the very earth you walk on. You look down on the city from the rooftop, everything seems so tiny. 

It’s rare for Steven to let you join him on a mission, so you savor every bit of it. You generally help him with collecting info, whereabouts and then you just watch him capture the poor fools who think they can escape the vengeance of the moon. Honestly, it’s better than TV. 

You feel his presence and turn on your heel to face him. He’s breathing heavily, a bit of blood scattered across the white gloves of his knuckles. A shudder runs up your spine, Mr. Knight was certainly something else. You’ve met his Moon Knight persona as well; Marc Spector. His costume is also intriguing but it doesn’t make you feel the same way Mr. Knight's clear white suit does. Maybe it’s just because the fact that you know Steven is underneath. Maybe you just have a thing for suits. But whatever the reason is, you were certainly feeling the pulse of your arousal between your legs. 

“Enjoying the view, darling?” 

You swallow and quickly hide your emotions underneath a grin. 

“Maybe,” you roll your tongue. “You got dirty this time,” 

“Happens to the best of us love, can’t help it when they try to run,” 

With that, the stains of blood fade into his suit. Steven walks up to you, backing you against the stone railing of the roof. Your breath catches in your throat when you stagger back, but you have little to worry when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his body. He looks down at you with those bright glowing eyes, you can’t read his expression under the mask. You hate it, but you also love it. Without thinking you raise your hand and place a palm against his covered cheek, he presses his face into the inside of your palm but his eyes never blink. 

“‘Missed you today,” he says, words muffled. “I’m glad you enjoy our little adventures,” 

“Of course.” your hand slides down from his face to his chest. You feel the soft fabric under your fingers, your lips parting with a silent whine. “You know how much I love seeing you in a suit,” 

“I sure do, why else would I bring you here? I need to show off or else what’s the point?” 

“Saving people?” 

“Ah yes, of course. That too. Saving people is always nice,” 

His hand glides down your waist and gently squeezes your ass. He shoves your hips together, you gasp, face feeling hotter by every passing minute. Steven presses his forehead against yours and groans, it’s an animalistic groan, strong enough to have you shaking. His gloved fingers dig into your clothed flesh. He grinds his hips, the feeling of his semi-erect cock against your aching cunt electrifies your every nerve. 

“Collecting the spoils after is als very nice though,” 

“Oh is that how you see me now?” you coo. “A prize to be given after battle? How 33rd century of you, Steven Grant. And here I thought you were better than most,” 

“I am, love,” you can hear the smile in his voice. “I’m simply telling you how beautiful I think you are,” 

“I’m not convinced, you should prove it to me,” 

A choked laughter rips from his throat, he slightly pulls back to get a better look at you. 

“Prove it to you? As in prove it to you right now?” 

You simply bat your eyelashes at him, he seems to understand you perfectly. 

“Oh, naughty,” 

Your world suddenly shifts and you find yourself staring at the city once more. Steven rolls his hips, clothed cock rubbing against the curves of your ass. You brace yourself by putting your hands on the rail but you feel like your knees might give in at any moment. The heat of your bodies pressed together is enough to have you moaning his name, his one arm snakes around your waist while the other travels up your body, his gloved fingers squeezing the sides of your chin. Obediently, you open up and he presses two fingers down against your tongue, feeling the wetness of it between them. 

“Close,” 

Your body shudders at the comment but you obey anyway. Slowly, you close your lips and swirl your tongue around the digits, the taste of leather coats your tongue. His chest rumbles as he breathes. 

“I don’t want you making a lot of noise, love. So you keep sucking on them nice and good, yeah?” 

Steven swiftly tugs down your pants and you groan at the cold air touching the warmth of your legs. He pushes his fingers further down, a warning to be quiet. You take in a sharp breath and swallow around them. Steven presses the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance and teases you by gliding his length between your wet folds. You squirm, the voices coming from your throat becoming louder. 

“Want me to fuck you like this, right here in the open?” he asks, but you know he’s not actually waiting for an answer. “You really like the suit, don’t you? My kinky little princess,” 

Steven pushes in without warning and has you making a mess both around his fingers and cock. Spit drools down the corners of your mouth as you cry out, teeth digging into his fingers. He stays still inside, waiting for you to adjust to him while your cunt twitches and flutters around his length. 

“That’s my good girl, so good for me,” 

He begins to move. 

Steven is a tease in every part of his life but this habit of his becomes ten fold during times like this. He sets a hard, yet slow pace, grinding into you at every third or fourth thrust. He doesn’t rush, making you feel every inch and curve of his cock deep inside of you. Every movement he makes, he makes for you– Your pleasure. The arm he has around your hand slides up and he grabs your breast, squeezing it so hard that you’re screaming but every sound you make is muffled by his fingers. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes across the roof, the pounding of his hips becoming faster, harder. Slick drips down your thighs and leaves dark marks on the ground underneath. Your eyes roll back, your breathing frantic as he pants heavily right next to your ear. You want to kiss him, want to feel him against your lips. Your cunt tightens around him and you begin to make inconhendarable noises so loud that he pulls his fingers out. Steven grabs your chin and turns your head slightly so that you can see a bit of his face, despite fucking you sensless on top of a roof, he was still thinking of your neck. Ever the sweetheart. 

“What is it?” he rasps. “What do you want?” 

You choke out. 

“A kiss, I want to kiss you,” 

The mask suddenly disappears and you see Steven in all his glory– The sheer coating of sweat, the lust in his eyes, the parting of his lips. The mere look is enough to elicit a moan from you, he smiles as he grinds his hips, watching the way your eyes roll back and lips parting even further. He takes this opportunity to press his tongue against yours, you imagine this is what ambrosia tastes like, the food of the gods. He tastes impeccable, he tastes like a dream. Steven sucks your bottom lip and pulls away, then he pushes his fingers right back between your lips. 

Steven begins to slam his hips and your eyelids flutter, your vision becoming blurry as he drills his cock into you. You feel the fabric of the mask against your ear again, his fingers finally leave your mouth and you feel the wetness of them circling your clit. Your thighs tremble, he draws quick circles around the sensitive nub, shots of pleasure shooting throughout your body. A string of curse words falls from your lips, he’s fucking into you quick and hard now, every time your pussy clenches around his lenght, his breath stutters. You’re both so close– 

The coil inside of you snaps, waves of pleasure washing over you as you sob, fat tears rolling down your face. Your hips jerk, cunt gushing out around him as he continues to thrust into you. He works your oversensitive cunt, rocking his hips until he’s the sole thing holding you up– With one more thrust he’s spilling in to you, filling you up as a moan of his own tears away from his lips. His cum comes out in thick ropes, and there’s so much. Your whole body is quivering. 

Steven slowly pulls out of you, cum dribbling down your thighs and making a mess out of your legs. He pulls up your trousers and turns you so you would face him, strong arms wrapping around your figure as he brings you in for a tight embrace. 

“You’re just…so perfect you know that right, love?” 

“I do now,” you chuckle, resting your forehead against his broad chest. “I feel the same way about you too, I hope you know that,” 

“I know,” 

He says that but his voice is hesitant. You decide not to say anything about it, you still had much to do in order for Steven to love himself as much as you loved him. But that’s alright. You have all the time in the world. 

“Want me to take you home now?” 

You nod. 

“Yeah, or else I might just dose of right here,” 

“Well we can’t have that now, can we? You’ll catch a cold.” 

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Shooting Stars

shooting stars flying through the sky,

shining their brilliant gleam across the nations,

icy comets shooting through space,

showing me something they are, but I am not:

free.

some people say birds are a sign of freedom along with

fire and broken chains.

but, my little meteor burning through the atmosphere,

you truly had the freedom I desire.

the freedom to soar through space and choose how you want to die.

Songs that remind me of the Dutch van der Linde Gang:

(The ones in bold are the ones that are closer to the country/western/campfire/folk-ish style - some of them complete with harmonica - if that’s what you’re looking for!)

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

All American Nightmare by Hinder

Amen by Halestorm

Another Night on Mars by The Maine

Bad Mutha Fucka by Hinder

A Change Is Gonna Come by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Chapter II: Hunger by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Chapter III: Freedom by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Dead and Gone by State Champs

Deliverance by Shawn James

Desert Song by My Chemical Romance

Destroya by My Chemical Romance

Does Your Mother Know by ABBA

Don’t Wait by Neck Deep (feat. Sam Carter)

English Girls by The Maine

Escape Route by Paramore

Franklin by Paramore

In The Mourning by Paramore

King for a Day by Pierce the Veil (feat. Kellin Quinn)

Mama by My Chemical Romance

Na na na by My Chemical Romance

Pressure by Paramore

Renegade by Paramore

The River by Blues Saraceno 

Room 21 by Hinder

Savages by Marina and The Diamonds

See You In Hell by Hinder

Short Change Hero by The Heavy

Smack Down by Thousand Foot Krutch

Son of the Wolf by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters 

The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James

Through the Valley by Shawn James

Til the Casket Drops by ZZ Ward

(Un)Lost by The Maine

Up All Night by Hinder

Waking Up the Devil by Hinder

Whiskey In Hell by Anarbor

The Wild One by Shawn Jame & the Shapeshifters

Wish You Were Here by Neck Deep

The World Is Ugly by My Chemical Romance

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison by My Chemical Romance

Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy

2 Sides of Me by Hinder

Water Garden Cottage

Ravenclaw Introvert