The Resistance Will Not Be Intimidated~

I miss Stevie and Moon Knight (Steven Grant)

Oscar and his greying manbun 😩👌

This is gorgeous!

The hair 💯

The eyes 💯

The expression 💯

Amazing work ❤️❤️❤️❤️

✍️MY SKETCHY-SKETCH BOOK✍️

Did ya think I was done posting more Oscar? Here’s another one from the pile. With my current whirlwind schedule, I think getting back into carrying around a sketchbook would do me some good. 🥸

asylum

oscar isaac in moon knight: episode 5

Snarl ™

Oscar Isaac as Orestes in AGORA (2009)

Omg how is this so hot????

Love it!

hooooooooooo(e)ly fuck,,, using vibes on jakes nipples right after he pierces them,,,😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

You are DESTROYING me, thank you so much!

Good Vibrations

Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

A sort of continuation of Chain Reaction - you don't have to read that to read this, basically, Jake has nipple piercings.

Warnings: a tiny bit of bondage, vibator on nipples, vibrator in Jake's ass, coming on the floor, swearing not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 533

Jake pants, swearing loudly under his breath as he groans and squirms in the chair. 

You can’t help but grin, your left hand pressed firmly under his chin so that he has to tilt his head back against you. Your right is pressing the vibrator to his freshly pierced nipples, moving from one to the other languidly and making Jake lose his mind. 

His hands are lightly tied behind the back of the chair, a scarf looped around his wrists that he’s holding onto tightly, keeping it secured as he bucks and moans. 

He’s completely bare, love bites forming on his inner thighs from where you’d teased him before you’d taken his thick cock into your mouth, and then worked the vibrating dildo inside him. 

“I think you can handle a little more, can’t you, Jake?” 

He whines pitifully, staring up at you with dark, pleading eyes. He licks his lips and nods, whimpering a little as you take your hand from his chin and pick up the remote on the side. You increase the vibration of the dildo inside, the sound echoing as he gasps. 

“Fuck!” He taps his feet repeatedly on the floor, his chest heaving as the dildo pulses against his prostate and stretches him wide. There’s a squelch of lube as he moves, unable to stop himself from bouncing ever so slightly. 

“Nice?” 

“Amor, so fucking nice.” He breathes deeply, groaning again as you press the other vibrator back to his nipples, savouring how pebbled and pink they are, how the barbells shake under the vibrations. 

He bites his lip, whimpering and pleading as he pants your name, his voice rising in pitch. 

You move the vibrator to his left nipple and lean down to scrape your teeth along his pulse point. 

“Shit, amor, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bucks his hips a little faster, planting his feet on the floor so he can roll and push the dildo against his insides just right. “Amor, can you, please, just-”

You lean forward, practically bending yourself in half as you bend down and lick his right nipple. Jake let’s out the sweetest moan, his voice breaking at the end, and then practically screams as you suck his nipple and piercing into your mouth. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” His back bows, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm crests. It catches him completely by surprise as lightning shoots up his spine and makes him shake in ecstasy. 

He just about managed to twist his hand free on the scarf behind his back and grab hold of his cock a milisecond before he spurts, angleing it away from his stomach and chest, and you. Instead, it shoots upwards impressively before it splatters onto the wooden floor. 

You take the vibrator off his chest while you slowly let his barbell piercing pop free from your mouth as you stand up. Quickly, you grab the remote and turn off the dildo. 

Jake sighs happily, his muscles aching and skin sweaty. 

You kiss his cheek, and he nuzzles into you. “Thank you for managing not to jizz on me.” 

He snorts.

“Not that I would have minded.” You tease and lightly nip his ear.

He giggles. “You’re so naughty.”

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This is so sweet! Marc deserves all the scalp massages and fancy conditioner in the world! What a gorgeous fic!

I'll Cry

Marc Spector x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You wash Marc's hair.

A/N: For the anon that sent this ask.

Warnings: Marc showering, swearing, a little innuendo, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 743

Marc grumbled as the warm water hit his back, the pressure was never quite right in Steven’s fucking awful shower. 

Not that he would ever tell him that, Steven would give him an earful and then rant about how ‘if Marc cared so much, he should do something about it.’ And, in all honesty, Marc just couldn’t be bothered. 

As he thought about it he almost tricked himself into thinking Steven was awake, so accurate was his mental impression. And this distraction was enough for him to drop the shampoo bottle. 

It slid out of his grasp, seemingly in slow motion, and while he did manage to grab the end of it with his other hand, it quickly slipped free and smashed against the shower floor. 

The sound was loud and god awful. Marc swore loudly when he released the cap had shattered in half on impact. 

You knock on the bathroom door, “Marc, you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m- shit!” He nearly lost his balance as he leaned down to pick up the bottle, having purposefully forgone putting the mat down because he couldn’t be bothered. 

You throw the door open in a panic and Marc freezes, staring at you for a second with wide eyes and clutching the titled wall. 

He gives you a bashful grin and nods his chin towards the shampoo. “I dropped the bottle.” 

You chuckle, “I thought you’d hurt yourself.” 

“Just my pride,” he shrugs, standing. “Shampoo’s seen better days though.” He picks it up and holds it out to show you. “You thought I’d hurt myself?” 

You nod. 

“Sorry,” he swallows a little shyly. Only Marc could feel self conscious about causing a fuss while bare ass naked. Not that you hadn’t seen him without clothes plenty of times before. 

“Why are you sorry?” You tut playfully and give his cheek a kiss. “Come, sit down.” 

“Huh?” He stares at you with his large brown eyes. 

“Sit that gorgeous ass down, before you fall down.” You pause. “And why don’t you have the bath mat down?” 

He shrugs sheepishly, but turns and sits down. “I forgot.” He says quietly and you hum in a very ‘I don’t believe a word you’re saying’ way.

You gently take the shampoo bottle out of his hands, he hadn’t thought to put it down, and squeeze some into your palm before you begin to work it through his hair. 

“You don’t have to…” He shivers, his eyes closing.

After a few moments, his shoulders slump a little, tension easing out of his muscles as you run your fingers along his scalp. 

His head lolls a little, and for a second you think he’s fallen asleep. You lean a little to the side and see the small, sweet smile on his face. He looks so peaceful in that moment, content in a way he doesn’t usually let himself be. 

You kiss his temple before you wash the suds out of his hair, careful to keep the soap away from his eyes. 

He stays sitting obediently, soft and pliant in your hands. That is until you open your conditioner. 

He breathes in deeply, “That’s yours? Mines-”

“Yours is awful,” you kiss the wet top of his head, his curls slicked back under the weight of the water. “I don’t think it even counts as a conditioner.”

He snorts. “It’s cheap.” He says it like that’s a positive.

“Using washing up liquid to clean your hair is cheap Marc, but I wouldn’t recommend or do that.” 

“Hmmm, washing up liquid you say.” He giggles, his shoulder bouncing a little as he revels in teasing you. 

“Don’t even.”

“I could use the lemon one, you like that one.” 

“Jake would never let you.” You laugh.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I could convince him… Steven would kick my ass though.” He lets out a content sigh as you work in the conditioner. There’s a small pause before he speaks again, “Yours is expensive, you shouldn’t be wasting it on me.” 

“Don’t make me cry, Spector.” A line you used sparingly, but always hit home when said sincerely. 

He shuts his mouth quickly and smiles sadly, his chest hurting from how much you care. “At least I’ll smell like you.” 

“I would say that’s more of a negative than anything.” You tease.

“Don’t make me cry.” He takes hold of one of your hands, guiding you so that he can press a kiss to your wrist. 

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You're about to close on your very own, suspiciously affordable and comfortable house. Just before you sign the contract, the realtor shows you the required legal disclosure: your new house is haunted by the type of presence you'll get from this spinner wheel.

Of course it is.