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deceasedream69 · 4 months

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AAAAAAWWWWWWW

Hiii, could you write a one shot about Five Hargreeves being all cuddly and sleepy with his lover? the time is set in season 3 after the robe scene where he talks to his siblings and they're all eating take out.

In Their Arms

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summary: Five hasn't gotten the chance to rest for 20 days. Trying to save the world from apocalypse after apocalypse. Now, his body seems to be catching up to him. But luckily, you are there to catch him.

Five and reader are both 18+

You sigh as hot steam fills the room. You were sitting in the sauna by yourself, wrapped in a simple towel.

Five had taken a bath before you and had even offered to share, but you wanted to be left alone for a little.

It was nothing against him, and he understood, you just needed to decompress. Process a few things.

You had crash landed in 1963 with Diego. However, when he became obsessed with saving JFK, he quickly ditched you. Much to your annoyance.

You had wandered by yourself, taking odd jobs for cash but never staying in the same place twice. You didn't have powers of your own, but that doesn't mean you weren't powerless.

Thinking back on it, you realized how fucked a lot of the shit you had to go through was. Your heart reached out to Allison, who you knew had it worse.

You sigh and put your head in your hands, taking the moments you needed to process. After a while, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went back to your room.

You had stolen a pricy necklace back in '63, which, when paired with Luther's watch, had given the group three rooms.

One had two beds, Viktor and Allison had taken that room. One room had some bunk beds and a spring mattress, the rest of the boys took that one. So, you and Five were left with a tiny room with a single bed.

Neither one of you was complaining.

When you made it back to the room, you take the robe off. Wincing a little at the few wounds you'd gotten back at The Academy.

Jamie and Slone had attacked you before realizing you were powerless. Once they did, Jamie scoffed and said you weren't worth her time, but Sloane apologized and even offered to treat your wounds.

You were both touched and insulted by Sloane's offer but knew her heart was in the right place.

You change into a loose t-shirt and shorts, gently pulling up your shirt to bandage your wound.

You heard the door open behind you and a hiss of breath.

"Shit, did you get that at the academy?"

It was Five. He quickly walked over to you and guide your hands down, helping you bandage your wound.

"Yeah," you grunt when he presses a bit too hard, "It's just a bad bruise, I'll be fine,"

"Who was it?"

"Five..." you scold, "Don't, she apologized,"

Five growls but doesn't say anything, just continues to bandage you.

After he was done, you kiss his forehead, "Thanks, baby,"

You lay down in bed as Five changes into similar clothing to yours.

Suddenly, he stops. He's got his shirt halfway on, you notice the abrupt lack of movement and look up.

"Five?"

Five sways a bit, before shaking his head and pulling the shirt over his head, "I think I need to lay down,"

He slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. You slowly sit up to properly look at Five.

He looks so tired. Eyebags under his eyes, slumped posture, slow blinking. This man has been through hell and back, and it finally seemed to be catching up with him.

You hold your arms out, "Come here,"

He turns to you, "Huh?"

You smile, gently bracing yourself against the headrest, "Come here, baby.

Five blinks slowly before crawling over to you. You gently guide him into your lap, head tucked under your chin.

Five was stiff for a few moments, clearly testing to see if he liked the contact. You gently rub up and down his arms, before gently wrapping a spare blanket around him.

“Oh, baby," You coo, gently running a hand through his hair, "You take such good care of everything. The world, your family, me. But I think it's time you let yourself be taken care of,"

Five's body starts to slump onto you more. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps his around your waist. He's on top of you now, but you're both comfortable.

Five sighs. You're so warm and comfortable. He doesn't want to move. Why would he move? Why would he do anything else but lay here, wrapped up protectively in your arms?

Five feels his eyelids grow heavy. Your hands continue to pet through his hair and run soothingly up and down his back. Why do anything else? Why kill? Why fight? Why push forward? Now is not the time for that.

"Looks who's struggling to stay awake," You tease softly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Five whines, hiding his face away in your chest, "Noooo, I'm fine,"

“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you chuckle softly, “It’s okay, baby. You can fall asleep in my lap. I’ll hold you, all night long, just like this,”

Five hums, completely relaxing against you. You gently tilt his chin up and begin leaving kisses down his neck. Not to arouse, but rather to calm.

Five sighs in bliss

You kiss up Five's neck to his ear, “I love you,” you whisper right into his ear. You then start to gently kiss the lobe,

Five squirms a little, laughing softly, “Y-Y/N! S-stop!”

You laugh too, “Stop squirming! I’m not even kissing that hard! You’re just ticklish!”

“A-am not!” Five protests weakly. You slowly start to stop,

“Well, what if I move my lips over to your forehead,” You kiss Five's forehead,

“Then your nose,” You kiss his nose,

“Then finally, your lips,” You kiss Five's softly, trying to put all the love you feel into one kiss. You break away after a little, “I love you, baby. I love you so, so much,”

“I love you too,” Five lays back down on your chest, smiling.

“I know you do,” You purr, resuming your earlier movements, “You’ve shown me that every day. And I can never describe how thankful I am for that and for you,”

You kiss Five's head, "Now, just rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,"

Five smiles and finally lets his eyes flutter closed. He curls into you a little more, before finally drifting to sleep.

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WOO! Finally got this request done! So sorry it took so long, Anon! I'll get better at answering requests! Thanks again for the request and feel free to send more in!

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deceasedream69 · 4 months

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Past pt. 1

Summary: you go back for revenge.

Tw: mentions of blood, losing a limb lol and violence.

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Five's pov

- "so, I wasn't the first one", Viktor was shocked.

- "of course not, all of you are my dissapointment in some way or another, none of you children lived out to be the expectation I imagined", Reginald stand straight, seeing the faces of sadness arise among his "disappointing" children.

- "that was the dry... Blood", I tighten my grip on the balcony rail.

- "you are a monster", Sloane let her tears fall.

- "He never cared about us, big news", Diego huffed.

- "we disappointed you as your children? You disappointed us as a father", Viktor tightened his hands.

- "true that", Klaus pointed at Viktor, nodding.

I still remember some parts, some memories, even some antics we pulled together, though, she was way older than all of us, but she was never introduced as one of our siblings, one of us.

Suddenly the ceiling glass broke, I just saw something shiny flying right in my direction, but I knew it was too late for even trying anything. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst.

The room when suddenly silent, I opened my eyes again, and there she was.

- "impossible", Reginald's mouth couldn't seem to be able to shut. It seemed as he was even doubting his loyal monocle. My hands back onto the balcony rail, waiting for the next thing to happen.

She was standing right in front of him, leaning slightly to her left, covered in blood, like waiting for something, not one word scaped her mouth for a good while.

- "father."

Everyone was absolutely still, even Klaus was covering his mouth to prevent the spilling of something stupid that would ruin the environment.

- "number 9"

She looked down.

- "we're still like cattle to you...", She whispered, making a ball of red power in her hand.

- "you can control that now"

Everyone could sense Reginald's fear.

- "wasn't that the reason for sending me here, daddy? Or were you expecting to see my skeleton here?"

Reginald couldn't find the right words to say, that was pretty obvious.

She threw the ball right next to his face, some things caught on fire right behind him.

-"I made a question"

-"you don't get anything by yelling, I thought I taught you better"

Her eyes sparked red.

-"You... didn't taught me anything", she was cautiously moving towards Reginald.

-"Y/n, stop", Allison intervened.

-"I'm not y/n, I'm 9", she tilted her head.

-"I heard the rumor that you stopped breathing".

I couldn't believe what she just did.

3rd person pov

Five teleported next to y/n, she was holding her chest, trying as hard as she could to keep breathing.

-"fuck! no, come here", his voice soft.

Five grabbed her arm softly and teleported them to the stairs behind them. Keeping one hand holding her arm and the other on her back. Both her arms gripping Five's arm tight. After a few seconds she took a deep breath.

#imagines #fanfic #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy fanfic #tua x reader #tua fanfic

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deceasedream69 · 6 months

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AY AY AY MI AMOR, ME MUERO

10. "Do you still believe in Santa?"

-maybe w/ Jake Lockley🌙

Thx:)

A/N: A tiny blurb with our boy Jake. I really hope you like it, thanks for requesting!! (Is the gif jake Lockley tm? No, but I have to work with what we've got and that is Oscar Isaac wearing a beret)

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day 10: “Do you really still believe in Santa?”

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem. reader

Word Count: 601 words

Warnings: Super small mentions of blood and violence (this is Jake after all...)

It was rare to see Jake being the one to get home. Most of the time you had Marc slumping through the door frame silently asking for your care; other times it was Steven, whimpering and almost immediately falling into the bed with the only request of having you join him by his side; but when it came to Jake, you never really knew what to do.

It had been snowing all day, freezing air chilling your bones, and even though you were worried about them you had to admit that it warmed your heart to think maybe it was Jake coming to you this time because he needed that little extra help, that warm welcome you always give to either one of your boys. He stood by the door mumbling something in Spanish, something you could only blame on the cold December air since his nose was red and he kept rubbing his gloved hands together in between trying to take the gloves off.

When you reached his side he tried to pull his hands away, blood and grime could reach your hands, and he didn’t want to out you through that. “Hey, it’s fine. I just want to help.” You assured him, to which he only replied with a grunt.

“No, no. No te preocupes [Don’t worry].” Jake tried again, his voice rich and raspy reaching your ears even though it was almost a whisper.

“Let me,” you gave him a glance from under your eyelashes that made him realize you were not there to argue, one that made him sigh in defeat and let your hands do their job against his; he was not used to your warm skin against his, to your soft fingertips against his palm - that was something for the other two guys, he was there for a wholly different purpose, but Jake knew you saw right through that.

“These could use an upgrade.” You said referring to his dirty gloves. The fabric was worn against his palms, and there were stains on them that you knew were not coming out no matter what.

He let out a little chuckle, one to win him more time since he was too busy looking at you. “These are fine, no necesito más [I don’t need more].”

“Well, who knows, maybe Santa will get you new ones.” You freed his hands, throwing the gloves aside and rubbing his hands with yours, sharing some of your warmth with him.

“Ay, ay, ay, mi amor. Do you really still believe in Santa?”

“I believe in Christmas miracles.” You kissed his knuckles after, not missing the way his eyes crinkled by the corners with a smile. “Besides, I used to not believe in ancient gods, how did that work out?”

“Ay, mi vida.” Jake shook his head, hiding the smile of endearment that was starting to creep up his face. Changing positions, his hands cupped yours to lift them and kiss your palms. “Where do I send my letter then? I might need a few things.”

“Don’t worry, I got you covered.” Standing on your tiptoes you reached his rosy cheek, this time much warmer than when he got home.

“Even me?” He asked, afraid of the answer.

“Especially you.” The loving smile he sent your way was as rare as his appearances, but one you would treasure forever for another cold afternoon. It was brief and quick, since not short after Marc started fronting this time, but that little moment with Jake was enough to remind you both that you’re still there, waiting for each other after every long day.

🌙❄️🌙❄️🌙❄️🌙❄️🌙❄️🌙❄️🌙❄️🌙❄️

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deceasedream69 · 6 months

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"Who did this to you?"

Another one requested by @treasureswordsgirl55 😗💖

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

CW: Mentions of street violence

[gif by @userpoe]

Your hands were shaking and your breathing quickening by the second. Never before had you felt like that, impotence and confusion making your limbs tremble as you stood there, unmoving, waiting for the shock to pass.

Marc found you like that, hidden in the same alley you were ambushed on your way home. His voice was a distant mumble as you tried to regain composure, but everything felt blurry, even his strong hands against your shoulders.

"Hey, baby, what happened?" His voice urged, his eyes looking for yours, but you couldn't focus. You heard your name coming from his lips in a distant echo, but the words from the men who attacked you were still sounding in your head.

The knife that had been pressed to your throat made a feeling of cold metal linger on your skin, and there were red marks around your wrists, it was all too much for you to focus on reality. Marc noticed it when your hands instinctively reached for him, delicately holding your wrists and examining your arms.

"Shit," he mumbled, pursing his lips when he put two and two together. "What happened?"

"I- I don't- I-" your stutter made Marc sigh in displeasure, his chest heaving as he looks around the street.

"Hey, honey, look at me." He called you as gently as he could, moving his hands from your arms to your cheeks, small circles caressing your skin. "Look at me." He repeated when he saw his efforts to bring you back to him were working, your eyes focusing on him. "Who did this to you?"

You looked at him in silence for a second, bottom lip quivering, your hands flying to grab his arms for support. "They had that tattoo." As you spoke you noticed the white cape falling from his shoulders, which could explain why it all had happened. A petty revenge, an easy way to get to his nerves...

"Fucking Harlow." ...and it was working. Marc's eyes went wide and dark, cursing to himself. He pulled you to his broad chest with a kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he kept saying, as if it had actually been his fault. "Shit, I'm so sorry." Marc said one last time, holding you tighter against him.

"It was not your fault."

"But I wasn't here." He moved back to look at your face, thumbs cleaning rogue tears with a deep frown set on his face. Grabbing your wrists with soft fingertips he lifted them to his lips, placing small kisses on them before doing the same to your lips. "I got you now, let's get you home."

As you could you nodded, letting his strong arm warp around your shoulders to walk you both home, knowing quite well his head was already working on his next move.

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deceasedream69 · 7 months

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I CAN'T WITH THE MEME HAHAHAHAHAAHHA

LOOOOORDDDD

I've got a Steve & Marc prompt: Marc's doing Konshu's work and you're one of the few mercenaries he trusts. He asks for your help and you two do a mission together and end up falling in some sort of entanglement. In love? Lust? You decide. You meet Steven for the first time and he develops a crush on you. Then you discover that Steven never had sexual experiences himself and you kinda... fuck both of them?

thanks a lot for the prompt! I loved it, and I hope you like this <3

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warning(s): I do not give permission for my work to be copied, uploaded, or distributed elsewhere. This work is intended for 18+ audiences. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex. SMUT. Body worship, dirty talk, light D/S undertones, praising, edging, etc.

Main Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

I GOT YOU TOO

You were bound to find that out eventually, but you still feel like someone caught under the spotlight when the moment arrives.

"You've never been with someone?" you ask Steven.

His eyes, gentle and kind as ever, flick from side to side, almost as if hoping someone will come to his rescue. "I mean." He scoots further up on the bed, and you have to contain the smile on how adorably flustered he already looks. "I know Marc has been. He's married. Was. He was married. And before that, obviously. But I—no. Not me."

With one simple answer, you feel electricity taking over you.

"Would you like to?"

Steven laughs, nervous. "What?" He seems to notice the seriousness in your expression because he too loses the grin. "Are you... you want me?"

It baffled you every time this man said something and you were reminded of his insecurities. Of how hard his life had been, and how much unseen kindness, silliness, and good heart lived in that man's chest and were missed out of his life.

Being with Marc felt inevitable.

With Steven, it felt like a gift.

"You know I want you," you say, bringing your hand to his face. Steven was sprawled on the bed with Sanskrit textbooks surrounding him and so far, you had stayed sitting on the chair and desk in front of the bed, quietly doing your work and trying your best not to interrupt him. The conversation came and gone as you two did what you needed, but when the topic fell here, on Steve's lack of experience in bed, you were kneeling in front of him within seconds. "The second I saw you in that stupidly good-looking white suit and you saved my ass while jamming to yourself, I have."

Steven's smile grows little by little with your words.

His shoulders visibly relax, and his hands come to rest on your waist. "That was one of my most badass moments, I'll say that," he chuckles.

You kiss the grin off his face, trying to contain your own.

While you knew Marc much longer, you felt that since Steven's arrival, you managed to get to know both of them much better.

The soft presses of your mouth on his feel heightened with new electricity this time.

You're highly aware of your body laying on top of his and how warm his lean frame feels underneath yours through the layers of clothes. When Steven pulls back, but dives in again, you think yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

It drapes over your back like a blanket—his silent take in interest, and the curious nature of his mind coming out to play. Steven licks his way inside your mouth, lips as soft as his hands cupping your face. He hums in your mouth, pleased with how unabashedly you drag your tongue with his, kissing harder at each passing second.

Pressing your body closer, out of nowhere.

Needing to be closer.

Steven takes it. Accepts the whole weight of your body like it's nothing, and opens his mouth wider, allowing you to control the kiss.

His kisses have always been intoxicating, and with just one your mind spins.

Both of you pull back for air, and for a moment, all he does is hold and stare at your face, every inch of it.

Steven licks his lips, watching you, and you can see and feel his chest breathing heavily.

"You really want me?" Steven asks again.

The raw desire in his tone drapes over your eyelids, closing your eyes. Instead of answering, you trust your instinct, and press closer, head tilting upwards in blind search of his lips, "So much, Steven."

Your nose brushes on his chin and you run it down his neck. Underneath you, his body is squirming, leaning, and pressing against the places you touch.

"Can I show you how much?" You ask him, leaving kisses all over his neck.

The way Steven bares his neck, craning his neck and dropping his head back makes you groan against his skin. One of your hands comes up to his neck and holds it for leverage—there'll be a bruise tomorrow on the muscle where you latch your whole mouth, teeth and tongue in, and suck.

It's rare for you to give in to your instincts — primal, harder, tighter, like that, Marc — and just bite. Marc usually gives it back twice as hard whenever you go out like this on him, but Steve.

Oh, Steven.

He groans, moaning a little broken, his body going a little slack. Then, when you pull back and blow some air on the wet spot, Steven shudders and with an impressive display of strength, pulls you fully onto his lap in one single motion.

You yelp in surprise, but Steven has no little smiles to offer you this time.

He's always the one who will just look at you and smile whenever you giggle, but all he seems to want now is your lips.

You're more than okay with that.

Kissing Steven when he's surrendered to an idea is different, you find out.

Steven's serious kisses are deep and languid, almost intoxicated-like, but his hands are a whole other matter.

They roam all over your body, exploring. Curious.

From your neck to your back, to the sides of your body, Steven runs his hands on you strongly, almost as if mapping you. Getting to know your curves and spots, the ticklish and soft ones, as well as the ones that made your hips press down harder against his lap.

When Steven's hands make their way up on your legs and end up underneath you, gripping your ass, you moan in his mouth.

"Fuck," he mutters, pulling back to look at you. "I like this. Like this a lot."

You need to ruin this man.

Putting both hands on his chest, you lift your upper body, pushing his body down. Steven goes willingly—there's a pillow behind his back and he's resting so beautifully on the bed, and you need to see more of him.

"Can I take this off?" You ask, touching his long-sleeved flannel. With his nod of permission, you start unbuttoning his shirt, button by button, your eyes pinned on him.

Underneath you, Steven's cock is already hard enough for you to feel through both of your pants. You want to grind down on him, but you're enjoying too much watching the blush that spreads on his cheeks and down to his chest the more you undress him.

He helps you to take it all the way off, tossing it to the ground.

You bring the tip of your fingers to his belly button, and start running it across his chest. "I wanna do many things to you..." Your mind loses way for a moment, lost in all the things crossing your mind, but it comes back when you feel his hips bucking up, seeking friction. "But I wanna hear what you want, too."

Maintaining eye contact with him as you lean your body down to run the wet tip of your tongue up his abdomen is important to you.

Steven's fascinating to watch.

The sheer pleasure, so obvious in his face, is such an inspiration that it reaches spots inside of you, waking up all of your corners.

He groans, low in his throat, and you end the lick between his pecs. "You're so good-looking," you praise him, peppering his chest in kisses. "So pretty, baby."

The next sound out of him is the neediest whimper you've heard come out of his body underneath you.

"Can I suck you off?" you ask.

Steven shakes his head so vehemently that his pretty hair swooshes around him. "No—no," it comes out strained. "I won't last."

You want to coo at him, but you hold it back, not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

"Can I ride you, then?" you ask, cupping his face. "If at any point you want to take over, I know you're strong enough to flip me around and do as you please," you chuckle.

Steven looks like he might burst out of his skin. "You'd—you like that? You'd let me just—just throw you around?"

Oh, baby. "Yeah," you grin, feeling wicked and a bit evil for how much you're going to work him up. It's definitely making you drunk—the knowledge that you'll be Steven's first makes you want to go all the way, use every trick in your book and then some more, but you know he deserves better than just a performance. You'll let your gut guide you, as it always does, and right now, it tells you that all he needs is for you to mean this. "I love being manhandled," you whisper, a mere inch away from his lips.

Steven's laugh is a little nervous, but not as much as you'd expect. "I once put my arm over you when we were driving and that biker came out of nowhere and you did not look this—horny. In fact, you threw my protective arm a very mean look, if I remember."

"Hm. Not the same, baby." To make a point, you drew a circle with your hips, getting a feel of how hard Steven was underneath you. "And you know that."

"Fuuck," it comes out so strained that it makes you wet.

"I need to hear you tell me what you want, Steven," you plea.

Steven's arm comes around your waist, guiding you to grind on him again. His gasps and moans are making you more aroused than your body had any right to be.

He sounds so surprised.

You bite your bottom lip, and you're thankful for it when you hear perfectly his whisper of, "Wanna get inside you. Please."

"Fuck." Your moan is high-pitched and is a result of his words and how delicious he feels. A little painful due to the all the zippers, but you intended on getting rid of that right now. "Lemme take your clothes off."

"No—wait, me first," Steven asks, a little desperate.

You smile at him, and expand your arms in silent permission.

He takes off your blouse, then unbuttons your pants. He has to tap your waist twice to ask you to lift your hips because you're too distracted by his look of pure concentration, and your brain subconsciously adds to the pile of 'things that make Steven and Marc very different.

Marc would've thrown you over the bed and pulled the jeans out of you like an animal.

Steven waits for you to get up, then takes off your pants with care. You lay back down again and do the same tapping on him. Undressing him waters your mouth a little, and the reason is staring you right in front of your face.

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I just put it in my mouth—just a little?" you beg. His cock straining on the confines of his black tight briefs makes your mouth water. You miss the weight of it on your tongue, even if it hadn't been longer than days. You wanna just give him a little taste.

Steven's hands come up to rub on his face, and he's nodding rapidly, hips bucking up against the wind. "Yeah. Yeah, you can."

"Thank you," you smile at him, knowing what the request has done.

When you pull him out, the leaking tip is the first thing your mouth attaches to. You lick around the head, pulling his foreskin back and wrapping the head in your lips, swirling your tongue against the sensitive part.

Steven's little "ah—ah!" are music to your ears.

He keeps his hips very still — another one for the pile — and moans, groaning growing louder the more you suck, the deeper your push his cock inside your mouth.

"Y/n!" He screams. "Oh—oh, please. Please?"

Even his begging is sweet.

"Hmhm," you mouth around his cock, pulling out with a nasty, wet pop. His eyes roll to the back of his head a little.

You take off your panties in a quick motion, and then climb back on his lap like someone eager to get their desert. Steven's red, from his cheeks to the middle of his chest, and his hair is wild. You realize that's where his hands were instead of being in your hair.

I am definitely going to ruing this man.

With calculated motions, you reach behind yourself, hold his cock in your hands and gently guide it to your entrance.

Steven freezes underneath you. His closed eyes give you the opportunity to drag this out a second more, so you do.

You rub the head of his dick on your wet entrance, playing with yourself, using him to toy with your clit, moaning above him.

Your own eyes close at it, and they only open when Steven's hands' grip your waist.

Suddenly, both of them. There's a smacking sound with how strongly he grabs you, and your eyes snap open in the direction of his.

He looks at you and mutters, "Please," before sinking your body around him.

You moan out loud, mouth gaping open.

Steven feels so thick. The human mind is truly the most intricate and complex machine because even though you've had this cock buried inside you more times than you could count by now, you could swear upon a lie detector that you never did. That you can feel his veins, his pulse inside of you, the way it twitches when he bottoms out and your pelvis meets, the frequency that his hands that are on you are trembling at.

Steven feels incredible.

"Steven," you whine. "Feel so good, baby. So, so good."

"Oh my god."

You open your eyes. Steven's are closed shut, squeezed tight, so you lean your upper body towards his and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"How does it feel?" you ask him to free him from his own overwhelming thoughts. A first time is never easy, and you can only imagine how much he's taking in. "You feel amazing. Stretching me out so nice," you mutter on his lips, going up and down just a little.

Steven grips around your waist, burying his face against your tits.

"It's so warm. So wet—Y/n, FUCK. Do that again, do that again," he pleas when you snap your hips all the way up, then all the way down. "Fuck, that was so good."

"Ready, baby?"

"I'm ready, I am."

Steven is ready.

Using his shoulders for leverage, you start riding his dick like you're on record.

Like he'll see it later and remember how well you took him, how meticulous you were about it.

Steven needs to feel it all, you tell yourself. Abusing the power invested by work-out in your thighs, you pull all the way up, then down. Bouncing takes a lot on the knees, but you do it for a few minutes until you're starting to feel tired. That's when you switch to fucking him hard, but slow.

He takes it all with no complaints, only groans and loud moans that he muffles on your neck.

He's a champ at sitting there and looking pretty, and all of those sappy, filthy thoughts start slipping from your lips the more you grind on him.

"You look so good taking it, Steven—oh, god, your dick feels so good. You feel it? Put your hand here—fuck, right there—yeah, fuck me back, baby." Sometimes, his name came out in whines, and Steven kissed the whines from your lips. "D'you feel your dick in me? Hm?"

"Oh my god, Y/n. I'm not gonna last—I'm not—" Steven interrupts himself when you start bouncing once again, fucking him too fast for his brain to come up with or finish sentences.

You're high on it, too—all the mumbling of his name says as much, and how hot you feel all over gives away that your body will be snapping any time soon.

Then, Steven snaps first. Not cums, but snaps—he growls underneath you, grips your waist hard to stop the movements of your hips, and pulls you up until he's out of you, and that's when he flips you both over, using your legs to pull you backward.

You fall on your back, and he's on top of you in a second.

Then, because he's Steven, he hovers over you for a moment. "Was that okay? I wanna fuck you so bad," he whines, kissing you right after.

You wrap your legs around his waist as an answer, and Steven guides himself back inside you this time.

He holds your legs in place, and then reaches behind him to grab the pillow he had and put it underneath your back while muttering, "Shut up, shut up, I heard you," and oh, that was Marc whispering filth to him.

Traitor.

When Steven pushes all the way inside you this time, he takes only a second to recover, and that's all he gives you before he's fucking into you.

He starts slow, getting used to the position and looking at your face in search for any discomfort, but when your eyes close and your smile spreads across your face, you hear his grunt that edges on the line of a growl and he's ramming into you, fucking you like he wants to get you off, him off, the both of you at the same damn time.

"Stev—oh, FUCK. There, right there, baby—"

"Here? Fuck, you're so wet, listen to his," he moans, his upper body falling more into yours. Steven's arms cage the side of your head and feeling trapped under him makes you moan even louder.

You're clawing at his back, leaving stretch marks that will probably last days while muttering his name over and over, and you were going to ask him to touch your clit too, but Steven finds your g-spot and his hips go in such a perfect rhythm just long enough that it when it happens, it bursts out of you.

You scream when your pussy squirts, clenching so hard around his cock that you're unsure of what makes him gasp and his thrusts to falter first—if it's the realization that you're squirting, or the grip around him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuck," Steven rams into you a few more times and then he's coming with broken moans, his face burying in your neck.

For a moment, your body's shaking too much for you to form a thought.

It takes a second.

You're whimpering, body sensitive and loaded, and it might be seconds or minutes between your orgasm and the next thing you feel, but regardless, the lips on your neck make you whimper louder.

"Shhhhh." The kisses on your neck are tongue kisses.

There's a low grunt when you feel him pulling out, but when those fingers replace his cock and start pumping out his cum out, your body trembles all over again.

This isn't Steven.

"He made you squirt, pretty?"

Fuck.

Good gods, you're fucked.

"Marc," you whine.

"Hmmm, me." He laughs, and bites on your bottom lip so hard it must bleed a little. "Just breathe."

"Marc."

"I'm gonna clean you up," he tells you, kissing down your chin. "Gonna clean you up real good with my tongue, just how you like it, how about that?"

"Oh god," you cry.

"And unless I find that same spot and have you squirting all over my face, then I won't give you the dicking you deserve after doing so good like you did tonight." He kisses one of your nipples, then sucks it into his mouth. "We have a deal?"

When Marc gets jealous, this is usually how you pay.

You nod, as obedient as ever when he's on top of you.

"Good girl," Marc presses a kiss to your lips, then spreads your legs apart. "You remember your words, right?"

Green, yellow, red. "I do."

"Good girl," he praises, kissing the hood of your pussy before he licks you for the first time. "We're all gonna have so much fun tonight."

🏷 steven & marc tag list ☆ @buckspumpkin ; if anyone else would like to be added to the list, just let me know :)

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the cuntery of it all

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Lord

Terrible Lie

Paring 〉Dom! Jake Lockley x Brat Fem Reader (Ft. Steven and Marc)

Genre 〉smut and some fluff

Warnings 〉sex toys (reader gets caught using one), teasing, slow burn? Kinda?, semi-impact play, semi-breath play, fingering, pussy eating, language, pussy drunk Jake, slight jealous (Marc and Steven), kinda mean Jake, after care

Summary 〉The boys 2 weeks away drove you crazy. Deciding to find your own entertainment, you get a surprise you’d never expect.

[Jake speaking some Spanish, translations at end]

Don't like don't read!

Although Jake was the one who fronted the least out of the boys, you both still had a great relationship.

He would let Steven and Marc take control most of the time due to being used to being on the sidelines which you understood but you’d always encourage him to spend time with you if he’d like.

The boys had some business to take care of for a few days which left you alone for a while. You were used to their short times away but they never felt any less better when they came around.

Unbeknownst to you, Steven ‘forgot’ to tell you that Jake had taken the body for a few days and would be coming home early added with the fact that he also ‘forgot’ to tell Jake you’d be at their place when he’d arrive.

You missed your boys, 2 weeks without seeing them was saddening, to say the least. So without them there, you decided to invest in a new toy to keep your mind at ease.

Your friends had been telling you about a vibrator they had gotten, praising it and its ability to get the job done fast so you decide to give it a try.

You tossed on one of Stevens sweatshirts and threw yourself onto the bed, toy at hand as you spread your legs. You played with the settings a little, chuckling in surprise as you pressed the highest setting causing the vibrating to louden.

“no..” you shook your head, deciding your go slow before testing out that hell of a setting. You sunk into the pillows, taking in the scent of Marc and Steven as you wore Stevens clothes and laid onto Marc’s usual pillow.

Your fingers trail down your stomach, rubbing yourself through your soaked panties as your mind flashed to Stevens whines and Marc’s moans.

You thought about how Jake would sound, would he whine? Moan? You had a feeling he’d be vocal but never got the chance to truly find out since he’d never mentioned sex.

You thought maybe he didn’t find you sexually attractive or maybe had no attraction to you at all. But little did you know it was quite the opposite.

Jake would hear Stevens and Marc’s conversations about you, how good you felt, how sweet you tasted. They tried convincing him to front more, telling him you always asked and questioned them about him.

He knew all of it already, listening from behind and even sometimes studying your body through the mirror when one of the boys was bottoming you out.

He loved the way your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, that shaky whine you’d let out everytime you’d cum made him dizzy.

You tossed your panties to the side, planting your legs wide as you pressed the vibrating silicone toy onto your soaked cunt. Dragging it between your folds slowly as you pressed it onto your swollen clit.

Your body shook in pleasure, the cold silicone making you whine as you felt your slick run down your folds. Your mind automatically went to the thought of Jake, imagining the way his mouth would feel, how his hands would feel as he wrapped your legs around his shoulders.

“Fuckk…” you purred as the images became vivid. Imaging his tongue flicking your clit as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of you.

Jake was happy to be home, happy that Steven would call you in the morning and see you’re pretty face again.

He was fiddling with his keys when he heard a quiet vibrating, stopping in his tracks as he listened closely. He guessed Marc must’ve left that damn desk light on again since it happens to buzz when left on for too long.

Pushing the door open quietly his eyes widen as he heard your soft moans from the bedroom. He thinks he must be imagining things as he hears you whine out his name.

He locks the door behind him and walks towards the bedroom. He stops in his tracks as he sees your legs sprawled across the bed with your face buried in the pillow.

“Fucking hell,” Steven says through the mirror. He looks at Jake as if to ask why he isn’t between your legs already. “If you aren’t going to do something let me take the body” Marc pleads as he looks at you through the mirror.

Jake's eyes are glued onto you, completely ignoring the boy's words as he watches your legs shake softly.

“Que vista”

You jump at the sound of a low voice from beside you. “STE- Jake?” You semi-yell as you toss the vibrator beside you.

“Don’t stop preciosa, by all means, keep going” Jake nods. His stare burns through you from his hooded eyes as he leans onto the doorframe with his arms crossed, biceps bulging through his black button-up.

“I- I didn’t know you were coming back so early” you mutter as you pull the sheets onto your naked bottom half. You try and hide the vibrator as if he didn’t just see you with your legs spread wide open while you cried his name into the pillow.

“And I didn’t know you’d be home” he smiles. He walks up to the side of the bed, moving your arm away and yanking the vibrator from behind your back.

“Moaning my name out while you played with yourself? Bet Marc and Steven are jealous knowing I haven’t even touched you once and your cumming at the thought of me” he snarks.

“No I wasn’t” you protested unconvincingly. Your face was burning from embarrassment, of course, the few times you see Jake he catches you legs spread while you fucked yourself.

“No me gustan las mentirosas” he sighs, his eyes watching you closely as you squeezed your legs together. “If you're just going to lecture me get out and let me finish” you hiss as you grow irritated as the feeling of being stopped mid-way through your orgasm sinks in.

His eyebrows raised in surprise at the back talk. He’s never heard you talk like this even with Marc or Steven. He guessed he either really pissed you off or you just like being a brat with him.

“Well I’m not the one who is fucking themselves in their boyfriend's home now, aren’t I? I’m not going anywhere” he chuckles.

You wanted to say something snarky back but stopped yourself as you saw the way his pants grew tight around his crotch.

He didn’t notice that you saw his growing bulge through his pants. He hoped it would be too dark for you to see but he was unaware of your ability to see slightly better in the dark.

“Give it back” you whine as you try and grab the toy out of his hands. He yanks back teasingly, shaking his head as he turned around and started to walk away.

“NO no please” you pleaded “please jake please”

He closed his eyes at the sound of your soft whines. “You know Steven and Marc are too nice to you, always giving you what you want. Is that why you're acting like such a fucking brat with me? Because I don’t give you want you want?”

You know he’s right, he knows he’s right by the way you stay quiet and groan in annoyance. Jake can hear the boys bicker about giving one of them the body. Telling him if he won’t give it to you they’ll happily comply.

“If my attitude means so much to you why don’t yo-“

Halfway through your sentence Jake turned around and gave you a death glare. His eyes threatened you not to talk.

“If I really piss you off…” you purred. You toss the sheets off yourself, crawling on the bed and sitting on your knees as you reach the end of the bed “Why are you hard?”

You chuckle softly as his eyebrows narrow. He walks up to you at a painfully slow pace, his hand reaching out to hold your cheek as he ran his thumb down your lips.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish muñeca” he hums. His eyes try their best to stay on your face. Your soft thighs glowed slightly as the moon lit up the room with the softest glow.

“Or what?” You purr, your eyes staring up at him in admiration as your lips spread and take his thumb into your mouth.

A hum vibrates through you as you roll your tongue over the base of his thumb. His eyes grew dark as you smiled up at him with his thumb between your lips.

Within seconds you were on your back, Jake was hovering over you with need in his eyes. His hands ran up your body, tossing Steven's sweatshirt off of you as he buried himself between your neck.

His needy moans made you whine as he rocked himself onto your soaked cunt. His name spilled from your mouth as he sucked bruises onto your neck.

“Tal vez necesito enseñarte cómo comportar”

He lifts himself slightly, taking in your flushed complexion and plump lips before he wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your hands tangled into his damp hair, pulling him deeper into a kiss as both of you fought for dominance.

His hand snaked around your throat, curving into a v as he pressed onto the sides of your throat. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you felt your breath hitch.

You smiled at the way he knew exactly how to choke you, after all, he probably does this a lot in his line of work.

You let him take control, fully aware that one had to lose to take control and it certainly wouldn’t be him.

“Good girl” he cockily hums onto your cheek. “Think I’ll test this out for myself” he cooed as he backed off your body.

His hands snaked up onto the back of your thighs, spreading you wide open for him to take a look at what was his.

He salivated at the sight of your slick-filled folds, the puffy swollen skin making him moan. He was debating whether or not to use the vibrator but as soon as he saw you spread out for him he didn’t have a second thought about it.

You were a mess, chest rising heavily and your fingers dug into the sheets as you watched him lower himself between your legs. He made sure to never break eye contact with you as he did so.

“What were you thinking about while playing with yourself muñeca? Of me eating this pretty pussy out? Or maybe me fucking that attitude out? Tell me” he purred.

You felt like you could cum just by his words, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you tried to get the words out.

He smacked your thigh harshly “talk”

“I- I as thinking o-“ You cut yourself off mid-sentence as the thought of pissing him off more came to your mind. You tried to hide the smile as you answered “I was thinking of Marc…” you whined in a shaky tone.

“Mmmh” he nodded. He knew what you were doing, and he sure did enjoy it. “Really? Marc? Maybe I should let him take care of you then” he shrugged as he looked into the mirror.

“NO no- no you Jake you” you almost yelled. Your eyes widened as you saw him nod at the mirror. “But you just said you were thinking of Marc sweets? I wouldn’t want to take you away from him” he sighed.

You can feel the pride slip away from you as you debated what to say. You were fully aware he knew it was a lie, but if you kept up the act he would definitely let Marc take control.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want Marc, you just wanted to finally have Jake for yourself. He rarely ever fronted during sex which made this feel like it would be the last if you kept the brat act up.

“Huh?” He hissed. His hand slapped your thigh again as you buried your face into the pillow. “I lied…” you whispered. You knew Marc would be pissed at this, you dug yourself into a hole.

“Can’t hear you” Jake mocked. “I lied,” you said louder. An amused smile grew on his face “You lied? Why is that?”

“I- I don’t know”

“Another lie” he sighed. His lips kissed the insides of your thighs. Teasing you as he got closer to your pussy “So many lies coming out of you I think you need to learn some manners don’t you think?”

“Marc says you should, he’s not happy with this” Jake chuckles in accomplishment. As you were about to speak Jake cut you off “I suggest the next words are chosen wisely”

“I’m sorry” you whined, pleading with him to touch you as he looked at you with admiration and need. “Tell me the truth, what were you thinking of?”

You hated him, you knew he was fully aware that he was the one you were moaning for. He just wanted you to admit it, he wanted the boys to know it.

They knew you didn’t favor any of them over each other, they just hated the thought that it wasn’t their name being moaned out. Steven would’ve been whining and bickering if it was Marc who had been the one you thought of, and the same way around with Marc.

“You”

Your voice was shaky and ragged as he held onto you, his denim jeans rubbing against the sheets for friction. “Me? Really? What was I doing to you princesa?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the number of questions. You jumped at the sudden harsh slap on your face as Jake pulled himself up and held your face up to his “What’d I say about the attitude?” He hissed.

“I’m sorry” you moaned. Your arms were piercing through his long sleeve as you looked up at him “Now tell me…. What was I doing to you for you to be that wet? Saw how left that toy, covered in cum”

You just wanted him to lose his patience and fuck you full, but you knew by now that Jake won’t give you any sort of satisfaction if you didn’t have patience. He waited so long for this to happen he didn’t mind waiting a little longer just to drive you crazy.

“I- I was thinking of you between my legs, eating me out while you fucked me with your fingers”

Jake groaned at your words, smiling down at you before pressing a soft wet kiss onto your lips “Eating you out huh? Like this?” He cooed.

He lowered himself between your legs within seconds. “Fuck” you panted out shakily as he wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you pinned down.

“How did I start muñeca? Fingers first or mouth first?”

You couldn’t think straight, how was it that he hasn’t even touched you once, and you're already a complete fucking mess.

“Fingers”

You looked down to see him already staring up at you before throwing a cocky wink up at you as he nodded. He never looked away from you as he rubbed two fingers onto your folds, dipping them in softly as he spread your folds apart and teased you with each of his movements.

“Jake… f- fuck” you cried out as he pushed his fingers inside you. His thick fingers filled you perfectly as he pumped in and out of you slowly.

His eyes follow his fingers, and his cock gets harder as he watched his fingers disappear into you. You clenched around him needly as he watched your slick run down your hole.

He couldn’t help but lean down and clean it up before it went to waste. Your body jerked at the feeling of his tongue sliding down your cunt. Your hips jolted forward as he moaned onto you.

It was like a switch flipped inside Jake as soon as he tasted you, he didn’t give a shit about teasing anymore. He buried his face into your pussy, lapping hungrily as he felt you making a mess out of yourself.

He swore this was the best thing he’s ever experienced, his fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked and slurped your pussy like a man deprived of food.

He removed his fingers, sucking them clean quickly before burying his face back into you. Your hands ran through his hair, massaging and slightly pulling his brown messy locks as he kept you pinned onto the bed.

Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. The slight facial hair growing on his face rubbed against your thighs as he held them still.

You were shaking, squirming under him as he threatened you with a groan. “Ja- Jake fu-“ You were crying out his name, tugging at his curls as you felt the knot in your stomach start to form.

You tried your best to stay still but your body moved on its own. Kicking and squirming as clenched around nothing, your clit aching on his tongue as you leaked onto the sheets.

Your mind was foggy, dazed with pleasure as he continues to lap at your puffy folds. Your eyes rolled back as soon as you looked between your thighs, the sight of Jake bobbing and swaying his head as he ate you out was a sight to see.

He pulled back slowly, his mouth covered in slick as he licked his lips clean. His fingers cleaned up the rest of the mess on his face, licking them clean with a low hum.

You lay there with your legs spread, your thighs soaked, and pussy throbbing post-orgasm. “So quiet for someone with such a big mouth” Jake cooed.

He dropped onto your chest, kissing you hungrily as he rubbed slow circles onto your hips. You smiled into his lips, kissing him lovingly as one of his fingers ran up to soothe your cheek.

Your hands traveled down to his belt, fiddling with the metal before he gripped your wrist. “Not right now princesa, let me take care of you” Jake reassured.

You were surprised when he got up from the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds then came out with a warm cloth to clean you up.

“But I wanna take care of you” you whined. Trying to close your legs in protest, he chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Trust me, you’ll get many chances too. But right now rest okay? You’re tired, I can tell muñeca. It’s ok” he nods.

You look at him unconvinced as you could still see the painfully hard bulge through his jeans

“If you want to take care of me, let’s lay in bed and get some rest ok? Do that for me?” Jake smiled.

Your heart warmed at his soft smile. You nodded in compliance as he threw you one of his shirts and changed into something more comfortable.

“Don’t worry about me, you can make it up to me tomorrow”

Translations:

Que vista - what a sight

No me gustan las mentirosas - I don’t like liars

Muñeca - doll

Tal vez necesito enseñarte cómo comportar - maybe I should teach you how to behave

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deceasedream69 · 7 months

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- "mi amor...", I CAN'T FEEL MY FUCKING LEGS.

And the "cara mia?!??!!!?!" I'M SAT.

Cara Mia

Summary | You and Marc are invited to a Halloween party by Layla, and before you can get out the door, Jake just has to have a moment with you in your costume.

Pairing | Marc Spector x fem!reader/Jake Lockley x fem!reader, And A mention of Steven Grant x fem!reader lol.

Genre | Fluff!

Word Count | 753

Warnings! | Allusions To Smut!, Marc Spector, Inaccurate DID, Some Google Translate Spanish , And, Not Really Proofread! Lol .

Author's Note! | I rewatched the Addams family and I could just not stop thinking of this! Lmao, If you are not familiar "Cara Mia" Is A Term Of Endearment That Gonez Addams Uses For Morticia Addams! And As Always I Also Have Severe OCD So If There Are Random Cap’s Where There Normally Would Not Be, I’m So Sorry, And That Is Why! But, I Think That I Did Pretty Well This Time! Lol .

You and Marc had been invited to a Halloween party by Layla. He begged you to not go. He would rather order take out and watch Halloween movies with you on the couch all night instead of going to a party, because at a party, he would more than likely have to socialize. But, you wanted to go, and for you, he would do anything.

He looked at himself in the mirror and thought that he looked absolutely ridiculous. He had been growing and keeping up this pencil stache for about 2 weeks now. Jake seemed to think that they looked good with it, Marc and Steven, not so much.

He put on the suit and walked out of the bathroom to get the cigar. But, he was quickly stopped in his tracks when he saw you looking in the mirror dressed as one Morticia Addams.

"Marc! What do you think?" You said giving him a quick little spin in your costume. You were very pleased with how it all turned out. Especially with how he looked.

The words were taken out of Marc's mouth, he was in pure awe of you. The way the dress hugged you in all the right places. The way you had styled your hair. Once Marc had figured out the words to say, the body had been taken over before he could even say them.

"Cara Mia indeed." Jake said, walking up to you with his arms out and ready to hold you from behind. He was frilled when you told Marc that you wanted to go as Gomez And Morticia Addams for this Halloween Party and had immediately offered to take over the body on that day since it fell on one of Marc's days . Much to his dismay though, Marc refused, claiming that The Invitation was for him and Steven and not Jake.

“Jake, Sweetheart, you know that it’s Marcs night.” You said to him while smiling. One of yours and Jake's favorite things to do together was to watch “The Addams Family''. It started with having to pick a movie one night to watch together while you ate your dinner. Jake had been the one to suggest it. It turned into watching the movies so many times that you could quote them, to having the 1960s show on while you did random things during the day such as cleaning. The two of you just bonded over it.

“Mi Amor, Do you truly expect me to stay away, and let Marc have you all to himself when you are dressed like this?” He asked while he was staring at you through the mirror. He could feel Marc trying to take over the body again, but Jake was just not gonna let that happen right now. He couldn’t help himself.

“I will give the body back in a moment, cariño. I just need a moment with you in this dress, I mean, I think that poor little Steven might have fainted.” He said, causing you to turn around in a panic.

“What do you mean? Is he alright?” You asked with worry written all over your face.

“He’s fine, Querida. Just in awe of how absolutely beautiful you are.” He said leaning in to kiss you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Every time Jake kissed you he always took your breath away. He always kissed you with so much passion that it almost hurt when it ended.

“I will give the body back to Marc, but only if you promise to put this outfit back on for me, okay?” He said while putting a hand on your face to graze his thumb over your cheekbone while you nodded.

The next thing you know, Marc is back and moving his hands to your waist. “I ought to find a way to kill Jake for taking me away from you when you look like this.” He said, Causing you to laugh. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Marc.” You said while adjusting his tie. “Are you sure that you don’t want to keep the stache?”

“Oh, you like it that much?” He said, smiling and pulling you closer.

“Maybe.” You told him in a sing-song voice. “It suits you.”

“Well, I’ll keep it long enough for you to have your fun with it, Cara Mia.” And with that, you knew you were going to be dragged out of that Halloween party as soon as possible and in for a long night.

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Safe word

Warnings: kinda NSFW, somnophilia, use of the safe word, mentions of anxiety and bondage.

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Training an assassin isn't easy, but training a group of kids to be assassins, to easy for a group of adults, specially considering the strength advantage.

When you got out of duty from being an assassin, ran away obviously, you didn't exactly follow you fellow's, Natasha Romanoff, steps, but rather kept a low profile, yes, using your skills for the sake of the people, bit in a much more secret and anonymous way.

Less secret now that you'll help your boyfriend (or boyfriends?), moon knight.

The sun made your skin look like pure gold, the sheets tangled around your waist and legs, your hair obviously a mess, but to Marc Spector you couldn't look more beautiful than right now.

It was a thing for both of you to wake the other up this way, it was something both of you really enjoyed, specially when it was really out of the blue, not for special occasions or anything like that.

You stirred a little on your sleep. The morning smelt great today for some reason. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, that's when you felt something off.

You looked up and noticed both of your hands tied right above your head, no one else was there.

You tried putting your fingers between the rope to try to find a weak spot to pull but failed, desperate you tried pulling a few times but nothing happened. That's when your eye caught the sight of something else in the room.

You quickly turned to look at him, your chest rising up and down, not something you were really controlling right now.

- "awwww, look at the poor y/n"

I pulled the rope one more time, I really didn't want to say it, I didn't want to seem weak, and if this is Marc's kink, why's he doing it without asking me first?!

He got on the bed, crawling on top of me, grabbing my cheeks with one hand and squeezing them.

- "look at the poor y/n, so vulnerable like this"

I couldn't take it anymore, the flashbacks running through my head, mostly after the cheek squeeze. I just couldn't.

- "Marc..." it came out barely as a whisper, as tears started to scape from my eyes. "Red, red, red" I said tiredly.

Marc's eyes went wide and his hands ran to untie mine.

I just fell into his embrace, crying my eyes out, the whole thing just made me think of so many things I just wanted to forget about entirely.

He stayed quiet, just holding me until I broke the hug, his hand going to my face immediately, making soothing movements.

I leaned into the palm of his hand, looking at him directly into his eyes.

- "I'm sorry", he whispered.

I blinked a few times.

- "I should've ask before doing something like this"

- "I'm kinda hungry"

He chuckled.

- "do you forgive me?"

- "if you make me breakfast, and promise to ask before doing anything like that, I forgive you"

- "I promise", he planted a kiss on my forehead, then putting them together, we stayed like that for a couple of seconds. I look up at him, and he did the same.

- "right, the breakfast", he said getting up, I laughed and quickly followed him.

The end:)

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Ignoring

Summary: Jake x reader. A little angsty but fluffy ending.

A/n: a lot of Spanish that doesn't really matter to the plot, so I'm not gonna translate.

Reader has scarlet with powers.

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- "but then, le dijo que no quería estar peleando, y todos estábamos viendo y..."

I got carried away with excitement as I was telling a story I considered funny to Jake. I liked the idea that because he spoke Spanish I could just let myself lose in my own native language.

- "I don't understand a thing you're narrating my darling, but you look so beautiful today"

That cut me off and I turned to look at the same face, but different person now. Did Steven really planned to come out right now in the middle of my conversation with Jake? Was Jake bored and just decided to switch and let my rambling for another alter. Of course that alter was going to be Steven.

- "hi, love, I'm sorry for the confusion, I was just gossiping with Jake", I kissed him sweetly and lay down with him before falling asleep. I still had a lot of doubts in my mind that I was sure I had to attend later.

- "y luego...", I started my experiment again, there's no way Jake was going to switch so fast, he's been with me for like 10 minutes, it'll be too suspicious or exactly the answer I was looking for. "Pero, pues, no me quise meter porque ya sabes cómo es Tara cuando..."

His eyes looked hypnotized, paying full attention to my words, brows furrowed together for brief moments and his head supported by his hand while he nodded to my words.

- "Hi, Steven", I smiled, tho, inside it hurted knowing damn well what just happened.

- "it always amazes me how you can tell us appart without even saying anything"

I kissed him sweetly.

- "have a good night, my love"

- "you too, my darling"

I couldn't hold it anymore, I was so angry. I checked Steven, he was deep into his sleep, carefully I got out of bed and walked out of the apartment.

A sigh escaped my mouth before walking towards the window. I crawled out of it, the fresh and cold air of the night hitting my face and making me easen up, but not enough.

I flew to where I knew I could let myself go freely. An abandoned building.

I came crushing through the ceiling, all the way from the top, to the bottom. When I reached the bottom I grabbed the first thing that crossed my path, smashing it against the wall, repeating the same over and over and over.

How could he do that to me, was I boring? Where my stories boring? If it's not about sex it isn't worth it to even be out? Just spending time together at least, no, it wasn't enough for him, I wasn't enough.

I broke, smashed and exploded the whole building down, kneeling in front of it when it was almost just ashes. But the last line still ringed through my mind.

I wasn't enough.

Moon knight's pov.

I felt when y/n left the bed, I thought she was just going to the bathroom, but a fair amount of time passed and she didn't come back. Lazily I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, my eyes not fully open and my steps clumsy.

- "babe", I knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you okay?"

I yawned and scratched the parts of my body that suddenly were itchy, as I grew more and more sleepy.

- "y/n?" I opened the bathroom door but there was no one there. "Y/n?!" I checked the entire apartment and she wasn't there.

- "this isn't funny, mi vida" I tried calling her but her phone was in the house, that's when I really got worried.

Until a spark caught my eye, outside the window.

The red lights glowing wild and standing out in the dark and lights dead city.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and got changed into my suit.

Y/n's pov.

I couldn't take it anymore, my powers blinked as I lowered my hands, my legs were shaking slightly and my head was spinning, making my vision go blurry.

Moon knight's pov.

When I arrived I was ready to fight whatever y/n was fighting, but an old building wasn't really a worthy opponent.

- "y/n?" I knelt in front of her, turning her slightly, caressing her cheek, she seemed fine, just tired. Taking her in my arms, we came back to the apartment, quickly taking my suit off.

Y/n's pov

Cold.

It was very cold.

I didn't like it, just wanted to stop feeling that coldness. I angrily groaned and tried to move, but my head felt heavy, trying to keep my eyes closed in case the lights could hurt them, but I started to open the slowly, very slowly.

- "too cold", I hugged my own body.

- "are you kidding me? You want me to burn my fingers?"

- "this is hot for you?", I whimpered and hugged myself tightly, putting my knees to my chest level.

- "stop complaining and we'll finish faster"

- "it's too cold"

He sighed in defeat.

- "fine", he turned the hot water knob just a little bit, but enough for my taste.

His touch was slow and careful, my hair was already washed when I woke up.

After picking me up from the bathtub and carrying me to the bed, get got me underwear and lay next to me.

- "can you explain to me what happened today?"

This wasn't Jake, it was softer.

- "thanks for going for me, Marc"

- "anytime, love, but that doesn't answer my question"

- "I got mad at Jake", I wasn't really maintaining eye contact. Too nervous and tired to even try.

- "why were you mad at Jake, love? What did he do?", he lifted my chin with his finger, everything was quiet, the whole moment was just us, which made me even more nervous to talk about what I felt, what happened... and how I couldn't really control my anger at the end.

- " can I talk to him?"

- "I thought your were mad at him"

- "I need to... please..."

He hugged me, making us spoon, him behind me, his arm snaked in front of me.

- "talk to me, mi Cielo"

- "do you think I'm boring? Does something I do makes you feel the need to stop listening to me so desperately you have to change alter"

- "what?", he whispered. I turned around, now facing him.

- "if you're not comfortable listening to something I'm saying, or you just find me annoying, you can just say so, and not make me waste my saliva", I said turning again so he was facing my back.

- "didn't mean to make you feel that way"

- "how did you expect me to react when you just changed to stop listening to me"

He just stayed silent and hold me tighter.

- "I don't always have the best responses, Steven does"

- "I wasn't telling the story to Steven, specially when I'm speaking Spanish", I closed my eyes, making sure I didn't get angry again.

- "tomorrow we're going to that new restaurant you told me about, and you're gonna tell me everything you want, and I'll listen"

- "you can tell me anything you want too, you can trust me", I said facing him again.

- "I know I can... I'm just not sure I deserve..."

- "don't you dare say that, mi Cielo, te amo, I love you with all my heart, and I always will, that's why I love speaking with you and spending time with you, just like I love doing any of those things with any of you three, but when I feel like you love doing it with me too"

- "I'm sorry", he grabbed my hand and kissed it

- "I'm sorry too", I kissed his hand too and he laughed.

- "I don't deserve you...", he smiled, "te amo"

- "te amo" I kissed him sweetly as we fell asleep holding each other.

The end :)

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deceasedream69 · 7 months

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LMAOOOOOO

jake lockley core

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deceasedream69 · 7 months

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I love the last one lmaooo

Summon The Suit

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deceasedream69 · 8 months

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Lmaooo

i get a sex change operation every year just to keep the haters guessing

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deceasedream69 · 8 months

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😍😍😍

Cucumber face mask and Fist of Vengeance.

warnings: fluffy Jake ya'll. I died from his cuteness when writing this.

a/n: Jake Lockley is a total simp for you madly in love with you

as always, thanks to my homegirl @imgoingtofreakoutnow for helping me with Spanish parts <3

gif credit @mandobi-wan

How soft would Jake Lockley's heart go for you?

One would think he was lethal and scary. And he was, but with you, it was the exact opposite. If someone told him he would be madly in love, he would have fixed them a glare or a mocking grin. Boy, was he wrong.

He was absolutely smitten with you. It was the reason he let you sit comfortably on his lap. His left hand was loosely draped around your waist, just in case if you slipped back. Plus, he loved holding you in that position, sitting on his lap, facing him.

You squeezed the sides of his face with your index and thumb fingers, making his lips pucker into a cute pout. "You are so cute", you said, kissing his pouty lips with a loud 'mwah'

"You are staring" he stated, as a matter of fact, with a smug smile on his face.

"What? am I not allowed to look at my baby?"

Jake Lockley was many things, but cute?. Oh well, if you said he is cute, then he is cute. If you called him baby, then damn right he is your baby. No questions or protests by him.

"lo que tú digas, mi amor" he accepted it with a tiny smile on his lips.

He did not live his life through rose tinted glasses. Everywhere he saw, it was all dark corners, dark souls, with promises of threats and evil lurking—until you came into the picture.

You traced his face with your fingers delicately, his eyebrows, temples, cheek bones, the soft skin below his eyes, his nose. You brought your face closer to his, placing a feather light kiss on the little scar on his nose bridge.

His eyes closed for a moment. He was aware of his good looks and how many eyed him with lustful gazes everyday. But love? The magical word with the capital 'L', he never dreamt of such thing, but now? Oh my God, his heart would burst into fluttering butterflies.

You loved him and adored him— each touch so gentle, you could not hurt him even on accident. Your love was like warm sun on chilly days.

Now, you were not completely 'pure like an angel', no one was. But to Jake 'I love and adore my girlfriend with all my heart' Lockley, you were the best thing ever happened to him. All his life, he thought his purpose was to protect Marc and Steven and keep them safe. It changed when he you came into their lives, well it did not change completely, more like he had another person to protect. His sweet princesa.

"You alright there, baby?" you paused, your finger tip resting above a scar on his left eyebrow.

Here you were, making sure he was comfortable and alright, even now.

You loved the parts of him that needed the most love.

Your love was careful. Your love was soft, yet fierce and passionate.

Oh how nice it felt to be adored, to be cared for, spoken to in softer and caressing tones, to be held gently by your hands.

He opened his eyes. His usually sharp eyes was round with softness. If he kept looking into your face full of nothing but love for him, he would cry tears of happiness, he thought.

To answer your question, he brought your finger tips to his mouth, kissing them. Then he kissed your palm and the sensitive spot under your wrist, making you giggle. "I'm alright, princesa". His voice was bit gruff, but his heart wasn't. And you knew that. With a hint of smile, you kissed that above that scar on his eyebrow, ever so lightly.

He could kill someone with a hard look on his face, but the moment his eyes laid on you, his expression would soften.

You caressed the tip of his nose with yours. "You know what we can do now?" you pecked his lips quickly and pulled back, "we can do face masks"

"A what?" his eye brows was furrowed.

You sprung off his lap, making your way to the bathroom cabinet. His eyes followed you, he could hear you rummage through it.

He would sit with a cucumber face mask on his face with you on a wednesday night.

That's how soft Jake Lockley's heart would go for you.

Only you.

His love.

His woman.

"What the odd little mortal have done to you?!" Khonshu's voice boomed in Jake's ears. He was shocked to see Jake sitting camly next to you with a...what is that thing on his face? what have you done to my fist of Vengeance?!

Jake stared into a space behind you, mumbling something and shaking his head.

"What does your bird friend say now?" you asked your man, with a light amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Nothing, mi amor. Don't worry" his hand wrapped around your waist.

"I can put this mask on his face too if he like-"

Before you could even finish the last word, the God of the moon fled in fear. In fear of an odd little mortal; an odd little mortal that had his Fist of Vengeance wrapped around her finger.

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