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xpao-bearx · 1 year

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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

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SUMMARY: Steven Grant has come to the devastating conclusion that he was fated to be single forever. Marc didn't care for romance, Jake was only interested in one-night stands, and Steven was--well...Steven.

But when you started working alongside him at the museum's gift shop--a pretty girl younger than him with a bright smile and a cloying kindness he hasn't been the recipient of in a long time--he begins to think that maybe romance is in the cards for him.

Especially when you are just as awkward as him and sinfully lovely.

AKA "the man without love" falls for "the virgin".

RATING: 18+ minors please do NOT interact!!! This fic will contain romance, smut, and generally mature content (though not ALL parts will have explicit smut).

NOTES: I recently rewatched Moon Knight and have been in the mood to write my own fic after reading countless of amazing ones on here, then outta the blue Madonna's song Like A Virgin got stuck in my head and it got me thinking "Huh... This song is cute for Steven if he gets a girlfriend. ACTUALLY WAIT A DAMN MINUTE IT COULD FIT ALL THE MOON KNIGHT BOYS"

And so... Tada! Here's le result~ Although I'm still working out the details, this fic will have ✨️6 PARTS✨️ This fic will PROBABLY be quite self-indulgent, and at times the way the reader is written could be a bit similar to an OC. I'm so sorry if that is the case, but please understand that I'm writing this for fun and I'm just going with the flow!

Some things will also be different from the show. For example, all the boys are actually aware of each other in this fic. I try to stick as close as possible to the source material, but hey this is my fic and like I said I just wanna have fun 😂

Thank you sooo much and I sincerely hope you enjoy!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are STRONGLY encouraged and appreciated so please don't be a silent reader!

Now... Join me as I hopelessly thirst over this RIDICULOUSLY gorgeous man both in fiction AND reality \(^o^)/

Part 1: Didn't know how lost I was until I found you

Steven willed his legs to go faster, pushing through London's usual busy morning crowd and into the museum he was cursed to work at. Clutching his bag in one hand, and the other holding his small thermos of coffee as he prayed to any Egyptian god listening that Donna wouldn't catch him this time.

But, of course, the only Egyptian god within Steven's vicinity was Khonshu. And the old bird only cared about how his Moon Knight was upholding his duties as his "Fist of Vengeance", not of his Avatar's petty human responsibilities such as "keeping a job".

"Late again, eh, Stevie?" Donna's annoying voice mocked Steven, pausing in his tracks as he sighed deeply and begrudgingly turned towards his boss.

"Sorry, Donna." He shot the blonde a forced smile, his grip on his thermos tightening. "Got stuck in traffic. You know how it is, yeah?"

"I wouldn't because unlike you, Stevie, I'm never late." Donna returned his fake smile along with a roll of her eyes. "Anyway, enough chatter. You've got someone working with you at the gift shop from now on. Maybe this way you won't be late, yeah? Teach her how to actually sell some bloody candy."

Steven opened his mouth to retort, but was quickly cut off when his new co-worker--you--stepped out from behind Donna. You were younger than him, around your twenties, and you were such a shy little thing with your head slightly ducked down. Your E/C eyes peeked out from behind the glasses framing your delicate features, long lashes fluttering as you flashed him a sweet smile. Your fingers fiddled nervously with the pink midi skirt you wore, matching the dainty pink ribbons that tied your H/C hair in two low pigtails.

Your smile faltered as your gaze met Steven's dark brown ones. He remained silent, mouth hanging agape as he stared at you as if you grew two heads. Your eyes lowered, heart threatening to burst right out of your poor chest.

Did you do something wrong? Maybe you should've ditched the ribbons, you looked ridiculous, right? Why was he staring at you? Oh, god, why was such a HOT guy staring at you?!

"Hello, uh, I'm Steven Grant." Your head snapped up, witnessing the twist of Steven's lips into a kind albeit awkward smile that accompanied a friendly little wave. "Steven..." He seemed to be rethinking his words before, ultimately, the dorky side of him won. "...with a V."

A smile once again bloomed across your face, feeling more at ease this time. "Hi, I'm Y/N L/N. With anxiety!" You chirped the latter a little too cheerfully, a light blush dusting your cheeks as you inwardly slapped yourself. No, punched yourself. "O-Oh, uh, I-I didn't mean that! I-I mean, no, it was just a joke--but a really BAD one, oh god--"

As you rambled nonsensically, Donna arched a judgmental brow at you before noticing the utterly smitten expression on Steven's face as he watched you with a huge goofy grin. Now both of Donna's eyebrows were raised to her hairline before she slowly backed away, leaving you two to fend for yourselves.

At least this time, though, Steven wouldn't be late anymore.

'She's so...'

'Weird.' Marc piped up in Steven's head.

'Amusing.' Jake snickered.

'...lovely.' Steven finished, eyes gleaming the same way it does for Egyptology as he continued to look at you as if you hung the moon in the sky.

He adored you instantly.

♡•••🌙•••♡

It's been two months since you started working at the museum's gift shop. During that time, you and Steven got closer. He discovered that you were a college dropout, reaching a stressful breaking point one day and deciding to just work for the meantime before figuring the rest of your life out. And as it turns out, you weren't so shy after all; once you were out your shell, you were just as big of a dork as Steven was and whenever you two were together, your shift passed by quickly--too quickly.

From the very first moment, you and Steven got along splendidly. He was a complete sweetheart and it always shattered your heart whenever Donna harassed him with any snarky and insensitive remarks.

Steven was used to it so he didn't mind it too much. What he wasn't used to, though, was you. You who was always so kind, lending a listening ear whenever he went on a passionate tangent regarding Egypt and even encouraging him on his dream of becoming the museum's tour guide. You who always graced him with a genuine smile that reached your ears, eyes sparkling whenever you see him as if he was your favourite art piece in the entire museum.

You who always made his heart race, palms sweaty, mind swirling without fail.

You had an intense crush on Steven--a longing, really--but what you didn't know was that he felt the same about you. But perhaps it was more than that. He practically worshipped the ground you walked on, and it certainly didn't miss Donna's unexpectedly sharp eyes. She'd tease him whenever you left earlier than him, looking like a kicked little puppy as his gaze trailed after you.

Today was no different as he stared helplessly at you, and it was a wonder you didn't feel the invisible daggers boring into you. There were only ten minutes left before you were done for the day and you both were stuck in inventory, but for once in his life he loved doing inventory and he desperately wished that this incredible moment with you, alone, would last forever.

'You're so fucking pathetic, ese.' Jake echoed in Steven's mind.

Nowadays Jake was becoming more vocal, at least when you're around. Marc, on the other hand, remained tight-lipped. The mercenary would much rather have absolutely nothing to do with you at all costs.

'Shut up, mate.' Steven silently argued, brows furrowing as his eyes finally broke away from you and focused on organizing some Taweret plushies.

'Only saying the truth, ese. You've got her all to yourself and the only thing you can think of is that you wish this time would last forever?' Jake scoffed. 'Be a man and step the fuck up. You know you want to, especially with the way she looks today.'

Steven's burning gaze was right back on you, eyes darkening slightly. He hated to admit it, but Jake was right. You were always so pretty, but something about today made you look that much more.

You always dressed modestly, but with the weather warming up lately you opted for a black pleated skirt that fell just above your knees and a tucked in short sleeved yellow blouse with the top few buttons undone exposing the tiniest bit of your cleavage. You also wore matching yellow heels that perfectly accentuated your legs and it made him feral.

"Steven? Are you okay?"

His eyes met yours and a smile instantly curled up his lips, nodding his head as if he wasn't just ogling you like a total perv. "Yes, I just zoned out. Sorry, love." Ugh, the way he called you 'love' so casually had you swooning.

If only he actually meant it.

You nodded back, shoving your thoughts away and returning his smile before glancing towards a portrait. "A shame what they did to this, huh?"

Steven curiously followed your line of sight, seeing a portrait of the Ennead.

"Whoever did this made a major blunder. Isn't the Ennead supposed to have nine gods, not seven?"

"YES!" You flinched slightly at Steven's exclamation, whipping your head towards him only to see him with the cutest blush ever.

"Erm, s-sorry, uh..." Steven cleared his throat, sheepishly running a hand through his unruly locks. "I just got excited. I'm surprised you knew that. Not a lot of people do--or care."

"Well, I happen to know a fantastic teacher always talking about Egyptology." You giggled, grinning at him. "And thanks to him, he's caused me to become interested in it myself and do my own research."

"Really?!" The way his eyes lit up felt as if an arrow was shot straight to your heart, and if you didn't have any self-control you would've dropped to your knees and asked--begged--this gorgeous man to marry you right then and there. "Any particular god or goddess that you're most interested in?"

"Hmm..." You pursed your lips thoughtfully, and Steven had half a mind to kiss them senseless. "I'd have to say Khonshu."

'GOOD ANSWER. KEEP HER, WORM.' Khonshu's thundering voice suddenly boomed in Steven's head.

"She's not a dog, you stupid pigeon." Steven grumbled, rubbing his temples exasperatedly.

"Hm? Did you say something?"

"Nothing!" Steven answered quickly, forcing out a laugh. "Err, why Khonshu?"

"Well, I really like Astronomy!" You beamed. "And I find the moon to be one of the most beautiful things in our universe, so it feels fitting for my favourite Egyptian god to be Khonshu."

Despite Steven's distaste (to put it nicely) for the old bird, he could never find your response as such. Not when you looked so happy and comfortable sharing your interests with him, even though he did disagree with just one thing you said.

The moon doesn't even come close to being one of the most beautiful things this universe boasts. No, not when you existed.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

The alarm on your wristwatch cruelly popped the blissful little bubble you both were in, you turning it off as you saw that it was the end of your shift.

A regular person would be over the moon that they were finally free from their corporate prison, but not you. Not when you wished you could spend more time with Steven.

"Well..." Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, a pout forming on your lips. "Guess it's time for me to go home."

"It appears so..." Steven mumbled, his heart sinking to his stomach as he watched you put away the remaining items you were in charge of.

'It's now or never, Steven. Do something.' Jake urged.

'Do WHAT?'

'Fucking Christ, you're hopeless.' Jake sighed frustratedly, Steven's eyes rolling to the back of his head and his shoulders slumping. After a few seconds, he straightened up once more and approached you.

You were faced away from Steven, and you were having difficulty setting the final box of souvenirs you had on a shelf when Steven's hands reached from behind you and easily lifted them.

Your breath hitched, feeling his broad chest pressed against your back. He was so close you could feel his warm breath tickling the nape of your neck, making you gulp.

"T-Thank you, Steven..." You murmured meekly, feeling so small as he had you completely caged. You tried to turn, but his hands suddenly dropped to your hips; keeping you in place with a gentle but firm grip.

"You look so pretty today, Y/N." He leaned down, voice deliciously low as his lips ghosted just beneath your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. "But I think you can look even prettier. How 'bout tomorrow you dress all nice, and we can meet up around seven p.m. and have the best steak in town?"

Your thoughts were all jumbled up. Was this really happening or just another one of your silly fantasies? Where the hell did Steven get this sudden confidence from?

And, perhaps you were just imagining it, but he sounded...different. Not quite like the Steven you knew. He had an accent, but not the one you've gotten so familiar with and loved.

But the ache in your heart--and another part of you--was much too strong to bear. You've waited so long for this, dreamt of this, and it was finally coming true.

You definitely made the right decision to dress the way you did today and you sure as hell weren't going to let go of such a grand opportunity.

"I-I'd love to, but..." You placed your hands on top of his own still on your hips, and you wondered if he can tell just how embarrassingly sweaty your palms have gotten. "I...I know you're a vegan, Steven, so let's go somewhere else. There's a new restaurant that just opened and they've got vegan options. Um, y'know, if it's okay with you..."

The corners of his mouth tugged up into a smile and he couldn't stop himself as he nuzzled his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply and revelling in your addicting scent.

"Perfect." He then spun you both around so that his back was against the shelf, but you still couldn't see him. His fingers slowly, teasingly trailed upwards along your stomach before reaching your blouse's breast pocket, slipping off your name tag and putting it in one of your hands. "I'll see you tomorrow, hermosa." He chuckled huskily, giving you a light push.

You were utterly dazed, cheeks flushed and stumbling in your steps slightly as you exited the room.

'What the bloody hell was THAT?!' Steven panicked.

"What do you think, ese?" Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I just scored you a date."

'Well, I hope you're happy! Y/N looked so shocked!'

"I feel like a million dollars and Y/N looked like she liked it." Jake snickered. "Quit whining like a bitch and just be grateful, Steven. And hey, she even chose some hippie vegan place for you. Doesn't that prove she's into you?"

That immediately shushed Steven, and Jake can feel that despite Steven's complaining Steven was very much overjoyed and was already overthinking the date for tomorrow.

Jake looked down his hands, still remembering the soft curve of your hips even through your clothes and smirked.

You won't be wearing any for long now.

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Phases

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader

Fic Type: Drabble

Beta’d by the lovely @marc-spectorr 😌

Summary: Marc knew that being Khonshu’s Avatar came with side effects. He just was never quite aware of how, exactly, the phases of the moon affected him. Not until you.

A/N: So. The gif. Pretend he’s not getting impaled. Or injured at all. Because honestly that’s the position I picture him being in when he’s pinning the reader against him. 🤡 (Also, this is kind of a Marc version of Feral Flight…)[Yes, I ignored my ask box to finish this :/]

Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, primal play, breeding kink, unprotected PiV, exhibitionism (Steven and Jake watch and comment), feral!Marc Spector, marathon sex, slight dub/non-con, fingering, softdom!Marc, a/b/o vibes, mating kink (??? This is a version of Feral Flight, after all), Marc is confuzzled about what’s happening to him but gives in, lots of mentions of getting the reader pregnant, sex with intention of getting reader pregnant, the phases of the moon affect the Moon Boys, foul/vulgar language, praise kink, rough (?) sex, lots of mentions of Khonshu but like??? He’s not in it???, jealous Marc (briefly), biting, marking, fluff, somehow this went from the kinkiest shit I’ve ever written to extreme yearning fluff idk

Dating the boys had surely been an experience you’d never forget. Steven, Marc, Jake, your boyfriends whom you loved deeply; and they loved you tenfold each. It was a strange feeling, being in a relationship with all three alters— but strange in a good way. You took every part of them and accepted it, loving them for who they were wholly and completely.

Although… you didn’t expect there to be a part of them that even they weren’t aware of…

Marc knew that the phases of the moon affected the powers that Khonshu gave them. The fuller it was, the more powerful they were. On the New Moon, they all slept so deeply that not even Khonshu himself could wake them. It was apparently some kind of rejuvenating period, which made sense (and also prompted a three-and-half explanation from Steven).

But on the Full Moon?

Their powers were amplified tenfold.

When wearing the suit, their super-strength, flight, speed, healing abilities, they seemed invincible and godlike. It was a feeling that went straight to their heads. For nearly a week around the day of the full moon, they became arrogant. Cocky. Marc would be the first to admit that they became fucking assholes, even Steven. Not to mention, the extra metabolism (? So Steven said. Marc wasn’t too sure.) forced them to eat. And eat. And eat. They bulked up. Whereas throughout the rest of the month they were fit and lean, during the week of the full moon their bodies were sleek, contoured muscle. They would beat the shit out of their enemies (even Steven), or pick fights. They were quick to respond with aggression, and he even felt his neighbors weren’t safe.

Whenever he was in the flat around that time, he would snap and huff at the people he’d ride with in the elevator. They were too close, it was too stuffy, he wanted to chase everyone out of the fucking building and patrol it just to keep everyone out. He felt that way so violently that he usually went out to protect his innocent neighbors before he lost all sense of self. Jake liked to joke that it was just a “moon period,” and it would pass.

Then you came along, and it got worse.

And different.

He seemed to eat more. He was more aggressive toward his neighbors. Every sound in the hall made him want to bust down the door and attack whoever it was because they were too close to you. Everyone was too close to you. You needed a whole building to yourself and Marc would patrol it to keep you safe. If you wanted to go out, he’d just have to go with you, Khonshu be damned.

But with you other things happened that made him confused.

He'd catch himself piling your blankets around him while you were at work just to envelop him in your scent— the smell of your shampoo, though he swore it was more than that. He swore he had heightened senses, because he could almost smell you on an animalistic level. When you got home, he was all over you, worshiping you like you were a princess. He’d have a hot bath already running for you, he’d make you food, ensure you drank water, help you with your shoes and jacket; he catered to you on a standard day, especially Steven, but this was different. He’d be practically unable to let go of you, literally keeping his arms around you and whining high-pitched in the back of his throat like a fucking dog if you had to move. He’d almost aggressively cuddle you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and letting your smell overwhelm him, comfort him.

Of course he’d explained it to you before the time had hit, but in his brief moments of clarity, he’d whisper helplessly with tears in his eyes, “I-I don’t know what’s happening to me…”

You’d only kiss his forehead. Ever patient. Ever loving. He wondered what he did to deserve you. “It’s okay, Marc. We’ll get through it together, I promise.” Of course, Khonshu never explained anything to him.

You were so patient.

Even when he was fucking you senseless.

Usually you both had a reasonable lust for each other, but during the full moon, his sex drive was through the roof. He had to take you. He had to feel you. He was gentle, but also relentless— he wasn’t sure where he suddenly got the stamina for twelve fucking rounds after dinner, but his intention was never to hurt you. He just wanted you. If you pushed him away, too tired for more, Marc would immediately launch into aftercare. A warm bath, blankets straight from the dryer, and him laying protectively around you.

Although there was one night he caught himself lapping slowly at your throat. The fuck???

Jake and Steven were just as bad as he was. In fact, Steven was probably worse. His pent-up years of anger made him more dangerous to strangers and more rough with you, so he kept away from the front.

Marc was happy when on the next full moon, Khonshu had work for him; but it ended up not taking as long as he’d planned. By only eight o’clock he was done with the mission, and he ran thirty times full speed around the block your workplace was in just to let off some steam. He made sure, though, that when you got off, he was there to watch over you from a nearby rooftop.

The wind changed, and he swore— he fucking swore he caught a whiff of your goddamn scent.

No, he really was. Was that a new power? Heightened senses? His mask melted away so that he could better smell it— he shouldn’t know you’re ovulating. He shouldn’t. Were you this morning? No, he’d smelled it coming. He’d been all over you before you’d left for work. But, oh, you smell so fucking good.

Ovulating. The word rings around in his head for a minute. His alters are somewhere in the headspace, keeping away from the front at all costs. He tries to swallow hard, but his throat and mouth are so damn dry that he just can’t. All he can think about is you. You you you. And the fact that you’re ovulating.

He hears a high noise nearby and isn’t sure what it is until he realizes that it’s him. He’s whining as he watches you bid goodbye to a coworker who was chatting with you, wanting nothing more than to pin you down right. There.

Marc shifted his weight, his suit suddenly far too tight in the crotch. The wind shifts, and so does his mood.

There’s another scent on you.

The scent of a male.

He can almost see the handprint on your shoulder from where one of your coworkers passed you earlier in the day. The scent is faint, stale, but it’s there, and it makes him furious. He’s possessive over you, and that scares him. He wants to lick and rub his face all over that spot while fucking you hard just to cover you wholly in his scent again.

He’s there, too; he can smell himself on you. The smell of citrus and metal and wood, all fucking over you. You’re his. Except for that. Spot. How dare someone touch his mate while she’s ovulating? If he wasn’t so distracted by you, he’d have tracked the scent and broken both the coworker’s hands for it.

Marc’s head grew foggy. His vision narrowed until you were all he could see. All of his senses were trained on you. He thought he might have whined again, realizing he was palming himself a little too roughly when Jake said in the back of his head, “...Ow,” followed by Steven: “Oi, you tryin’ to castrate us, mate?”

Mate. Marc wasn’t sure where his mind went or what kind of trance he was in. I’ve gotta get down there— get to her— have to— have to mate with her— Marc stood, following you from the rooftop and starting to parkour down. I have to mate with her. Right now, while she’s ready for me.

“Oh shit,” Jake muttered, “Easy, hombré; you hurt her, I won’t hesitate in castrating us. You need fucking fixed, man.”

“Not gonna hurt her,” Marc mumbled as he prepared himself for the drop to the sidewalk below, “Not gonna hurt her…”

Steven, meanwhile, had come too close to the front. He hovered, feral, just behind the edge of Marc’s conscious thought, urging him on silently. Waiting for Marc to pounce.

Marc landed in a crouch before you, making you yelp in momentary terror. The smell was like burning plastic, and he didn’t like it. “No, baby, it’s me—“

Your scent returned to normal as you let out a whooshing breath of relief, a broad but wary smile on your face. “Marc,” The way you said his name caused a shiver to run up his spine. You started to ask him something— whether he was still on a mission, how it went, or something like that, he wasn’t sure— all he knew was that his body was moving before his mind, rushing forward to crush your lips together in a bruising kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, taking advantage of your slack jaw, an arm slipping around you from behind to pull you flush against him. The sensation of your taste and your body against him felt overwhelming. His suit was suddenly scratchy, his skin too hot and feverish, his breath and heartbeat too quick. If he could have seen how black his eyes were, he might have had the sense to be concerned.

His hungry kisses trailed down your neck, where he pulled your shirt down your shoulder to expose the skin. Your gasp at the contact of the chilly night air went straight to his core, and he growled. The scent of the other male was making him pissed, and he found himself licking at the spot before biting down.

Hard.

So hard he drew blood, and you cried out, voice echoing in the empty street.

He didn’t pull back, keeping you against him and rolling his hips into you to try and ease the pressure in his groin with another whine. “Marc—“

“Run,” He hissed in your ear.

The demand took you by surprise. “Huh?”

“I want you to run from me,” He clarified softly, “Run. As fast and as far as you can. Until I catch you. Please?”

“W-what happens if you catch me?” You managed, a little shaken and also understanding what was happening to your boys.

“I get to fuck you,” Marc nipped at your jawline, trying to entice you. If there was one thing he wasn’t going to do, it was force himself on you. He’d catch a plane to Singapore just to keep himself away from you if you said no. He was still steadily rocking into you, lapping at your wounded shoulder as he tried to cover the scent of the other male, take it away, get rid of it…

“M-Marc,” You breathed; he could see in your eyes that you were greatly concerned. But he could also smell your arousal, and it was just making his whole situation worse. “We’re out in public. Can you wait till we get back to the flat?”

He was able to have a moment of clarity (? If you could call it that). Mainly because Steven was acting like a caged tiger, slamming up against the front violently like an animal behind bars. Marc wouldn’t let him out; couldn’t let him out. Steven could get rough and hurt you without even meaning to, and then he’d feel guilty and horrible when he came back to himself. Marc knew that he was always gentle, that he could stop himself, but... “Don’t you fucking dare take her here, Marc. Getting her scent everywhere in a place so far from home. Getting her everywhere— you get her home, Marc. Get her home, or I will. She needs to be safe.”

Steven was his voice of reason, as always. He wholly agreed with his alter, biting softly at your jawline and nuzzling into your neck. There. He found it. The spot right behind your ears that had your knees buckling, a flood of arousal heading straight to your core. You were probably dripping for him already.

“Bloody hell,” Steven groaned when he saw how you nearly went limp, if not for Marc catching you and holding you against him.

Marc scooped you up in his arms and held you close, taking you back to the flat; it wasn’t a particularly long walk, but it felt like days. Marc’s suit was tight, way too tight and he could barely breathe. By the time the building was in sight, he was sweating buckets and could barely walk, almost in pain. He set you down carefully, much to your confusion. “Can you run? Please? I want to chase you.”

“Why?” You weren’t mocking, or teasing; you were genuinely asking why he wanted to chase you. He himself wasn’t sure— all he knew was that he wanted to have the thrill of chasing you before mating with you. Before…

Before he breeds you.

The thought of potentially impregnating you makes him moan into your neck, and he turns you around, giving you a gentle nudge to the building. “Go. Go, please.”

Reluctantly, you did. Marc started counting to thirty, watching your shrinking form pick up speed, as his alters spoke up.

1…2…3…

Steven was too close, heated and pissed. “Get that bloody male’s scent off her, Marc. I don’t care if you have to fucking cum on her shoulders. Get. It. Off.”

“Marc, listen to me, hombré,” Jake said, farther back, still horny but sensible. He wasn’t letting himself get near to the front, but he kept trying to pull Steven back, which resulted violently; not entirely in control of himself, Steven attacked, fending Jake off while keeping his position in co-fronting. “Remember yourself. Don’t let yourself hurt her.”

20, 21, 22…

Keeping Steven contained was the equivalent of holding a cat carrier with a violent, strong cat freaking out on the inside. Marc was losing his hold, grip failing—

Steven took advantage of the slip and bolted.

You’d only just gotten through the doors of the building when Steven took off, too far gone to hear Jake reprimanding him or Marc begging him for the body back. He burst through the doors just as you entered the elevator, watching with wide eyes as he raced for you. The doors closed before he reached them, and he slammed into them hard enough to dent them. The suit gave him the strength to pry the doors open with the sound of screeching metal, but the car was already gone, leaving only a gaping hole in the floor. Steven whirled for the stairs with a growl of frustration.

He’d only made it halfway up when he faltered, dizzy from how he was panting and from the overwhelming scents of his neighbors. A part of him was furious. They shouldn't be this close to you. The other was horrified. If he’d have caught you in the elevator, what would he have done?

Steven put his face in his hands. “T-Take over. One of you take over. Please.”

Marc easily slipped into the front, slumping over. Steven disappeared into the farthest reaches of the headspace that he could go, but Marc and Jake both knew it was only a matter of time before he came back out.

Muscles shaking, Marc sprinted the last few floors to the flat, tearing open the door to find your scent fresh and present; his eyes locked on you as you stood in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do. He gently closed and locked the door behind him, striding forward to take you in his arms and kiss you deeply. He wasn’t even aware that his hand rested on your stomach until he broke away to kiss your neck. “No condoms. Please.”

“Mar—“

“Please,” Marc was speaking before his mind could comprehend that he was fucking begging. “I-I dont just wanna have s-sex, I want to mate with you, breed you, pleasepleasepleaseplease—“ He must’ve been rambling, because you took his face in your hands to look him in the eyes. Marc forced himself to form a coherent sentence, though his voice was barely a whisper. “I-I… I want to get you pregnant…” He shook his head, realizing what he was saying in a moment of true clarity. “Baby, I don’t know what’s happening, please forgive me—“

You kissed him softly. Just a peck. “Marc. It’s okay.”

Marc moaned with relief, turning you around and helping you to the bed. He laid you flat on your back and caged you in underneath of him, pressing his face into your neck to lick and suck and bite at your throat. The scents of the flat— you, him, home— relaxed his tense muscles. It made him feel as if you were in a safe zone. He peeled your jacket off and tore off your button-down shirt, the little buttons flying everywhere. Marc didn’t remove the suit, still only maskless— if it enhanced his powers, he wondered if it would enhance other things. If it might take first try.

Your little whimpers and gasps caused his hips to buck into you suddenly. He slipped his waist between your legs, which locked around his torso tightly to pull him closer. The sound of tearing fabric filled the bedroom as Marc tore off your pants and underwear with no effort whatsoever, making you gasp loudly and moan his name. Marc sensed how wet you were and snarled against your neck, grinding into you as he entwined his fingers with yours.

Your naked body was responding to him exactly how he wanted you to. You writhed and rocked against him, squeezing his hands for something to ground you. You wrestled a hand out from under his, and at first he was going to pin it back down, but then your fingers tangled in his curls and tugged. He groaned into your neck, sinking his teeth gently into your flesh and sweeping his other arm underneath of you to hold you against him; yours magnetized around him, hand fisting his cape at his back.

His hand slipped between you, sinking into your heat; you gasped, though the fact that you rocked into his hand made him continue. You were soaked.

He had Jake in one ear, barely able to control himself, whispering about how he needs to fuck you hard and thorough. He had Steven in the other, growling and cussing and trying to force himself to the front to take you himself.

Marc pulled back a little, just enough to maneuver his suit to pull his length out, throbbing and so hard he was nearly in pain. “Baby,” You whispered sympathetically, concerned, and Marc nudged his face into yours.

“Is this okay?”

You frowned, pulling him closer. He’d walk away if you said no, willing to fight through the pain of whatever was wrong with him. “It’s okay.”

Marc slowly, carefully, like you were made of glass, pushed into you. His hips twitched too quickly as he sunk in, as if he was fighting himself not to take you rough. Once he bottomed out, he unleashed a primal groan, deep in the back of his throat. “Oh my god; that’s it, babygirl, that’s it…”

His thrusts were slow as he rubbed your clit, trying to get you to the edge that he was already at. But it wasn’t enough, he needed more and so did you…

He pulled out, ignoring your whine save for a reassuring nudge against your face. “S’okay.” He turned you over, assisting you to your hands and knees; he doubled over you as he buried himself inside you again, pressing against something devastating deep within you— you cried out, loudly enough to where you knew your neighbors would be complaining in the morning. One of his arms swept under your hips to hold you firmly against him, the other, holding himself up alongside your own. You gripped his wrist for leverage as he propped a leg up beside you, knowing that he was going to absolutely ruin you.

The position woke up something feral in him. He was sure that Steven and Jake were co-fronting now, adding to his actions, but he didn’t care. You felt and looked and smelled so fucking good around and under and all over him that he didn’t care at all. His hips pistoned into you at a bruising pace, the head of his cock punching your cervix with each blow. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally felt the build of his orgasm; but he couldn’t cum yet. Not without you. “Fuck, sweetheart—“ His position shifted slightly. He straightened his back, both hands coming to grip your hips briefly before one slipped underneath of you, pressing against your stomach until you moaned; he started grinding, feeling himself nudge against your insides as you started to sob with pleasure. Marc let out a guttural groan, letting his forehead fall onto your back. You all but screamed when he started roughly massaging your clit with his other hand.

“That’s it, babygirl, that’s it, come on… Come on…”

You came with a piercing wail that almost hurt his ears. Tumbling after you after a few stuttering thrusts was Marc, spilling into you with a yelp of alarm. “Oh— shit!” He stilled, face contorting with the pleasure of his high as he held you against him, panting fast and heavy as he emptied into you for far longer than he was used to. “F-fuck…”

“Huh,” Jake hummed, “Who knew wearing Khonshu’s suit would give us a bigger load.” Steven, on the other hand, had felt the orgasm too, and was calmed down, in a sort of daze.

“M-Marc,” you whimpered, but he was loathe to pull out of you. He reached up and brushed your sweaty hair back away from your face, kissing at your shoulders.

Gently, he rolled over so that you were both on your sides before pulling out; he scooped whatever dripped out right back in, not that it mattered. It didn’t take. She’s not pregnant. Marc frowned, whimpering as he let the suit melt off. You couldn’t take another load like that, not right now; he wasn’t even sure if you could take another orgasm. He was licking at your throat and that spot that drove you crazy, slowly, eyes closed as he breathed you in and held you against him. The contrast of your naked form against his clothed body made him feel off, so he pulled back and stripped of everything, settling in bed beside you.

He was already hard again, and the blissful smile you sent his way only made it worse. It disappeared off your face when you saw his pained expression. “What is it?”

“I… I need more…” He was reluctant to admit it. He didn’t want to take advantage of you.

“Marc…” You cupped his face in your hand. “I can take it. I promise. I’ll use my safeword if I can’t, okay?”

“Okay?” Marc echoed, situating himself above you and between your legs. “You sure? I don’t wanna hurt you—“

“I’m fine,” Was all the assurance he needed.

It was slower this time, more sensual. He held you against him as he drove carefully into you with firm rolls of his hips, getting as deep as possible. Your shared orgasm was enough to knock him out cold, and Steven fronted. Gently, he caressed your face as he hovered over you, already hard again inside you and knowing it hadn’t taken yet. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier, dove,” Steven breathed, nuzzling up under your chin. “Don’t know what came over me… do you have one more in you, lovey? One more?”

You knew full well it wouldn’t be just one more, or two. Steven managed to cum in you once, but he drew two orgasms from you first. Then Jake was fronting, gently moving you so that your legs were over his shoulders before he slowly pounded into you, drawing another orgasm from you when he came.

Fighting the urges, he launched into aftercare, wiping you clean and engulfing you in his hold as you slept.

When he woke, it was Marc. Jake and Steven were quiet. It was only midnight. The full moon blazed through the window, illuminating the whole room with silver light— and you were gone. Marc sat up in a panic, your scent overwhelming him and fresh; but where were you? He called your name warily, only for you to come out of the bathroom with one of his shirts on. Your legs were wobbly. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed your rest,” you whispered softly as he helped you back into bed. Immediately, his arms were around you and he was pulling you underneath of him, nuzzling into your throat with a soft hum. There was no trace of the other male’s scent, now. There’s only Marc, Jake, Steven, you… no one else.

You’re still not pregnant.

You’re still ovulating, though. The moon is at its fullest and brightest. He might not even need the suit. His hand traced your stomach, drawing patterns as you ran your hands through his curls. He softly said your name before propping himself up on his elbows to look you in the eye. He didn’t even have to ask; your legs parted for him immediately when you felt him hardening against your thigh, wrapping around his hips.

“Be gentle,” Steven warned, “We’ve had her all night.”

“She can do it,” Jake whispered, “Hermosa, tan hermosa…”

Marc hesitated, biting his lip. His fingers danced over your stomach nervously. “What is it?” You whispered quietly; he seemed a bit back to himself, more lucid, but you feared one wrong word would send him back into the frenzy he and his alters had been in earlier.

“I’m sorry,” Marc choked out, fighting back tears. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart; you didn’t sign up for any of this shit—“

“Marc,” You ran your thumbs over his cheekbones, brushing away tears he didn’t realize he’d shed. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, I’m fucking you so hard with intentions you agreed to without thinking—“

You cut him off with a light scold. “Marc Spector… don’t you remember this morning?” Marc was, reasonably, confused. In fact, he didn’t remember much of the day. It was a blur of aggression and lust for all three of them. He shook his head. “We were talking about kids,” You caressed his cheek, brow furrowing with concern. “How many we wanted, how we’ll need a bigger house… this is just… a different way of trying.”

“...Trying,” Marc repeated after a second, shocked. He still didn’t remember it. But he trusted you. Now, other fears surfaced, ones he hadn’t thought of in his moon-induced trance. “What if I’m not a good dad? What if I’m a horrible father? What if—“

You cut him off with a passionate kiss. Marc melted against you. Don’t even say it, you thought, you’ll never be like your mother. “You’ll be an amazing father,” You whispered instead. “And I’ll be right there with you every step of the way.” After a moment, you added, “Do… Do you still want to try?”

Marc shifted slightly, licking his lips, before kissing you warmly. “...Yeah. I do.” You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, pulling him close. “Steven and Jake are here,” Marc breathed against your ear as he pushed into you; you hissed, walls over-sensitive from being paid so much attention over the course of the night. “Can they watch, pretty girl? Can they watch us make a baby?”

Your frantic nodding made Steven smile; Jake leaned back as if getting comfortable for a movie. Marc entwined your fingers with his as he slowly rutted into you, dragging his cock along your walls painfully slowly before sliding back in and pressing against something that made you see stars. You breathed his name like a mantra, while Marc whispered honeyed words into your ear. “Our kid’s gonna be so beautiful, having a part of you. Can’t think of anyone in the world I’d rather have a baby with, sweetheart; you, only you.” He nuzzled the side of your face, nipping at your jawline as he drew slow circles over your clit.

When you came, you dragged Marc with you over the edge, the pair of you writhing and moaning against each other in the throes of your ecstasy. As you came to, you saw Marc’s beaming smile, eyes glistening with unshed tears. His hand never left your stomach. “I think we did it… I… I think you’re pregnant.”

Marc let out a breathless laugh against your lips, and you laughed with him, hugging him tightly and kissing all over your face. Marc— finally satiated, back to himself, his alters confused and excited— was smiling like you’d never seen before. He was happy. “We just started a family,” You sniffled, shocked.

“Wouldn’t have done it with anyone else,” Marc said sincerely, tired and spent. He kissed you, warmth radiating off of him as he embraced you. “...I love you. I know I don’t say it a lot, and I should… I’m gonna try harder. To give you everything. To give you both everything…” His eyes locked with yours, both gazes holding unshed tears. He kissed you again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Marc,” You said through your tears, and you fell asleep happy and entangled together under the light of the moon.

Slowly, pointedly, you turned to glare over your shoulder at Marc, who sat at the dinner table, feigning innocence. “Marc…” You warned.

“What? I’m not doing anything.”

“Not yet.”

“You say that as if I’m known to do something.”

“Marc?” You said, half-turning around, “I learned long ago that I can never trust you with cookie dough.”

The sound of breaking glass in the next room made you both lunge frantically, tripping over yourselves, chairs, and each other as you rushed for the source of the sound. By the time you got there, there was only a little tiny version of Moon Knight, as if he’d been shrunk, dusting himself off as he stood to face you both, clearly having jumped off the couch in an attempt to “fly.”

You both heaved a sigh of exasperation toward your three-year-old son. “Nico,” Marc scolded lightly, coming forward to kneel in front of him. “What’ve we told you, buddy? You’re gonna get yourself hurt. I’ll fly with you, okay? But when you’re older, I promise. Are you hurt?”

Nico shook his little masked head. “No, Daddy. I bumped the vase.” He pointed accusingly toward the shattered glass and remains of flowers. Marc checked him over anyway before holding him gently by the shoulders. “Don’t do that again, okay?” Nico nodded, lowering his head, and Marc added, “Hey. I’m not angry. I just don’t want you getting hurt. I could never be angry at you. Ever. Okay?” He pulled Nico in for a tender embrace.

You watched it all from the doorway with a smile. Nico Randall Spector (Lockley-Grant, but you couldn’t officially put that on any of his birth certificates or documents without causing a whole conundrum of confusion) was every bit like his father. The same hair, same eyes, and same hidden chaotic energy. “Just like his father…”

Marc shot you a teasing glare. “Hey. I’ve never jumped off the couch.”

“So I’m just supposed to pretend we’ve never had Nerf battles, then?” You countered swiftly.

Marc scoffed as he stood with Nico in his arms. “I’ve never jumped off the couch. Have I ever jumped off the couch?” He turned to confirm with your son, who reluctantly nodded; Marc immediately began to tickle him. “Little traitor! I’ve never jumped off the couch! How dare you!”

Only when Nico was nearly out of breath did Marc stop, smiling as he pressed his forehead to his much smaller one. Nico hugged him tight enough to probably choke him, but Marc didn’t care; he gave him a kiss on the cheek before setting him down. “Okay— go change. It’s almost time for dinner.”

“Okay!” Nico started to hurry away; you called after him, “Need any help, Moon Knight?”

“No thank you,” Came his little voice; Jake’s cat, Taco, appeared out from underneath the couch and padded silently after him.

You and Marc watched your son disappear into his room fondly; you’d never seen Marc smile like that until he was born. He unfolded his arms and came over to loosely put his arms around your waist. “Thought you were supposed to be watching him while I finished up.”

“Your fault for distracting me with the cookie dough,” Marc retorted childishly, then added with a wink, “And those damn jeans.”

“Hush,” You whispered.

Marc smiled again, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand fell to splay over your stomach. “Maybe his sister will keep him in line when she gets here.”

You tapped his nose with the spoon you’d been holding. He balked and blinked rapidly. “Hey. That doesn’t even have any dough on it!” Reduced to giggling messes, Marc held you tightly against him and closed his eyes, savoring the closeness.

Dinner was one of those rare moments of domestic bliss; Nico made a ridiculous mess, but all three alters were present, switching who was fronting in order to spend time with their expecting wife and son— and to help clean up. The night ended with Marc being the only one who remained awake after a movie, as you were tucked in on one side of him, his arm around you and his hand over your stomach, and Nico under the other arm. Marc smiled to himself, giving you each a kiss.

“Love you guys. With all my heart.”

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Moon boys (Steven grant/ Marc Spector/Jake lockley X Fem! Reader)

Sum- Night before christmas your husbands give you a special gift.

Warnings- Oral sex (fem recv.), SEX. P-in-V, Unprotected, rough sex, hair pulling, light slapping, squirting, mirror kink (if you squint.), riding, pet names, mention of both male and female parts, cussing, 18+ language and themes, after care, long intercourse, hickies, my ditty google translate Spanish. (Sorry)

SMEI-PROOF-READ sorry for errors (suck it up)

THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 READ WITH CAUTION AND HAPPY SMUTMAS.

Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, you watch as Steven feeds his fish the premium fish food he got for christmas.

“There you go gus…special food.” he says watching him eat it.

“What are you doing baby?” Marc speaks as he stands putting the food to the side.

“Nothing.. Just watching you both talk to the fish.” you smile looking up to him as he walks to you standing in front of you.

“I got all the presents wrapped and under the uh…tree.” you say looking over at the fake little tree that sits on a box in the corner of the room.

“Hmm. Steven not get a real one this year?” he asks you to shake your head.

“It's okay though.” you say scooching back onto the bed as he kneels on it the covers dipping under his weight. His lips connect with yours as you both share a passionate kiss.

His lips move to your jaw line.

“Fuck…you smell so good.” he grunts into your neck leaving sloppy kissing behind. His hands move under your shirt. You feel his calloused fingers against the skin of your waist moving higher to connect to your breast as his thumb brushes over your nipple.

“I know you feel so much better.” he says gruffly in your ear causing blush to attack your face your breathing speeding up. You take his face in your hands connecting his lips with yours. His hand leaves your chest and moves to your thigh pulling your legs apart lifting your leg up and around his waist holding onto your thigh before leaning back from your lips and pulling off his shirt.

His scarred, ripped chest mouthwatering to your sight. He pulls off his belt discarding it and his shirt somewhere in the room. He comes right back to your lips kissing you deeply breathing in your scent. Your hands feel along his skin. Breaking the kiss for s second once more to pull your shirt off your breast free nipple harder from both arousal and cold air. Youre left in your small christmas themed panties.

“Imma give you over to steven baby huh?” Marc speaks lowly, glazing in the mirror after Stephen was yelling at him to go first.

“M-marc.” you breathly speak. He kisses down your body since they've learned to shift without it looking like a seizure; it's seamless to his voice shifting into Steven's sweet English accent.

“I'm going to take these off now, love.” he speaks softly which makes you giggle at his politeness where Mark would rip them off without asking.

You nod to him and he pulls off your panties, mouth watering at the sight of you always so wet and ready for him.

Before any other word or action can be done he grips your thighs throwing them over his shoulders and diving face first into your cunt his skilled tounge immedtley finding your clit suckling and swirling.

“A-ah! f-Fuck! Ste-steven!” you scream out in pure pleasure of a moan as you weren't expecting such pleasure so fast it shocked you. He answers you with a moan, the vibration hitting a new type of nerve.

Your hand finds his hair gripping his fluffy curls, your other hand gripping the bed sheet under you, your back arching. His tongue dips into your entrance back to your clit over and over as your writhe in pleasure. He will never miss the chance to eat you out so good you go absolutely brain dead for him.

Marc should be waiting in his headspace but he sits in the reflection with Jake, arms crossed, watching as you moan and whine under Steve's firm grip holding onto your thighs. The sight of his alter makes you feel the best turning him on even more. Making him more excited for his turn.

“St-steven..ah sl-slow down. Ngh!” you gasp out back arching as you feel your climax approaching. But he does the exact opposite and wraps his arms around each thigh sitting up kneeling sitting back on his heels pulling your body up with him your lower half off the bed.

You gasp as you make eye contact with him, his eyes dark and lust blows before your eyes roll back cumming into your husband's mouth.

You grip the sheets tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Giving your cunt one last drag lick of his tongue does he carefully set you down licking his lips before wiping his mouth like he just devoured his dinner.

You pant fuck out already with out even any dick. Steven glances at the mirror and Marc fronts getting up off the bed pulling off his pants, his already hardened cock leaking and twitching in his grasp.

“You ready for round two baby?” he asks not really wantign an answer as he’ll fuck you anyway.

“Wh-what?” you ask not to hear him. But before you can decipher the message he pulls your legs again rubbing his tip up and down against your used slit. You flinch in pleasure as he brushes over your stimulated clit.

“Come here honey.” he says taking your arms placing them around his neck as he allows you to brace for the fucking hes gonna give you.

He slides in easily as you were well teased before. Bottoming out in you in no time he begins to thrust up into you.

“Shit…” he groans, feeling you clench down around him. Your nails dig into his skin as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Ma-a-a-arc!” you moan out as he impales you over and over his member is perfect in every way filling you so good.

“You fucking slut baby, my fucking slut huh?” he groans.

“yes - ah -y-yours.” you moan uncontrollably as he pulls your leg over his shoulder kissing and marking up your inner thigh. He pants and groans at your pulsing walls as he takes you over and over.

He leans back slighting allowing his hand to dip between you his thumb connecting to your overly sensitive clit and with a view rubs you cum on his cock mouth opening into an o face beautifully contorting. Your clenching cunt around him makes Marc cum deep into you with a moan.

He lets go of your leg carefully taking it off his shoulder resting it on the bed making sure to stay in between your legs. He leans down to you kissing your face and neck making you giggle. Marc chuckles into your neck as you wrap your arms around him pulling him down to you.

“Don't say that,” he says.

“I didn't say anything.” you speak.

“Mm-mm not you baby, jake.” he says, glancing back at the mirror set up in the corner of the room, a hidden kink between the two of you.

You turn your head, you see you and Marc are still tangled in each other, you smirk before pushing Marc over to your on top of him. You look behind you at the mirror before Marc smacks his hand down on your ass making you gasp and giggle again.

“Come on Jake, honey, if you got something to say. say it to my face…papi.” you joke the last word. The once soft placement of Marc's hand on your ass turns into a tight grip.

“I was saying, that if you can smile and laugh you havent been fucked rough enough.'' Jake says you look down seeing your other lover. Hard blush now pasting your cheeks.

“F-fuck.” you stutter not expecting him to actually front. Out of the three you rarely see jake he’ll only come out when both marc and steven arnt doing well and usually he’ll come out to give you the fucking of a life time. But on rare occasions he’ll join you in the shower just to run his hands along your body, tease you about and then help you dry and dress before cuddling for a bit before you wake up and either Marc or Steven are back. But goddamn is he good at after care.

His arm extends his hand wrapping around your throat snugly before he sits up. Your mouth falls agape.

“What? No smile for me Princessa?” He says you give a cocky smile before he slaps your cheek, not enough to do any true damage but just enough for you to feel as it goes straight to your pussy again squeezing around his now hardened dick.

“Smile again.” he says which comes out more like a threat as his lips grazing against your jaw line. You do so and in return get another slap making you giggle which pisses him off more he takes his other hand, the one he slapped you with, and pulls your head back by your hair causing a whimper out of you wiping the smile off your face.

He takes his handoff your throat and moves it to your hip patting your skin speaking his accent strong.

“Ride,” he speaks. You don't listen but once he gives a firm tug to your hair you whine and then move your hips forwards and back. His grip on your hair loses but not enough for you to look at him as you still look at the ceiling.

“Arms behind your back, hold your elbows.” He instructs you to immediately list and put them behind your back, bending them and holding onto your own elbows to keep them there much like how he would time them with his belt.

“Mm good girl.” he groans as your hips move against you forcing all of him to shift in you. Moving his hand from your hip to your breast he pinches your nipple playing with it while his mouth connects to the other one.

“J-jake.” you gasp out. He tugs on your hair and bites your nipple.

“Nuh uh!” he snaps at you.

“P-papi.” you stutter out.

He hums loosening the grip on your hair once again.

“Come on princess, you can ride better than that. Marc and Steven had you being a pillow princess, with me, you're gonna work for it.” he says slowly. You pick up the pace but unfortunately you feel as though you're not going to last long. Not with your clit rubbing against him and his cock hitting the perfect spots. He can feel you clenching around him as your movement becomes sloppy he lets go of you completely and grips both your hips stopping you forcing you to freeze your motions panting in ecstasy.

Your legs shake under you as your orgasm is put on hold. When your legs stop shaking and your breathing goes back to normal, Jake pats your thigh and lays back.

“Go again.” he says, your eyes widened as you look at him. He raises his eyebrow at you, tightening his grip on your thigh.

“¿Hice tartamudeo?” He asks you dont answer having known very very little Spanish or atleast what he's taught you.

“Did I stutter whore?” he asks again not wanting to ask again.

“No.” you answer only for a sting to hit your thigh as his hand slaps down against the skin.

“No papi.” you fix your mistakes quickly. Your hips begin to move again keeping your arms behind your back once again feeling the slow eventual build up of an orgasm. Once again he stops you in your lust filled state feeling your cunt fluttering around him making him go crazy on how you please him with being so obedient to his commands.

“Again,” he says. You let out a shaky breath and once again continue grinding against him. This time you reach your high faster but Jake can still tell but this time he doesn't stop you as he sees tears threatening at the corner of your eyes and your flushed body and worn out legs.

You reach behind you taking your arms untangling them and bringing your hands up to his chest to support yourself.

“Go on. Princessa cum for me hm?” he says as your nails dig into his chest making him groan in pleasure as you fuck yourself on him finally cumming.

“My turn.” he chuckles and grips your hips and roughly thrusts up into you causing you to scream out a moan. Your head falls forward, your hair falling in front of your face as you take his cock once again.

His hand shifts again to your clit making sure to fully overstimulate you. You hear his moans underneath you as you feel his dick twitch inside you signally he’s close.

“P-pa-api..ah ah!” you moan out the neighbors surely hearing you.

“Come on princessa squirt on me! hacer un lío hacer un lío.” he speaks

(make a mess)

“Agh fuck.” Jake groans out as he roughly thrusts up into you cumming deeply into you once again and as if on cue the last rub of your clit your body does exactly what he demanded. Your cunt squirts on him painting his abs.

He chuckles sitting up holding your head up from the back of your neck. Kissing your lips.

“Good girl.” he says. Before carefully pulling you off him and setting you down he gets you going to the bathroom turning on the bathtub water before wetting a washcloth with the warm water cleaning off his stomach from you and his cum. Hurryign back to you he sees you breathing lightly fucked out laying on your side nude in bed. You're covered in hickies.

“Princess.” he speaks calmly as he pulls his boxers off the floor pulling them on.

“Hey” he says moving your hair out of your face brushing his thumb against your cheek. You lean into his touch causing a smile to form on his face.

“You alright?” he asks you to nod your head.

“Come on.” he says, lifting you like a rag doll and pulling you up into his arms, lifting you off the bed before taking you to the bathroom to help clean up. He changes the sheets and helps you dry and dress before drifting back off to sleep with you.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

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daughterofthequeen · 10 months

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18+

Ok so I’m having trouble finding a fic, again. It’s a moon boys x reader fic, and the reader has a stressful job and they are mistreated by their coworkers. So in one point in the fic the reader blows up at Steven because he tells them, they should quit their job, then Marc front and dares the reader to say to him instead. And yes there’s smut, minor time skip to the reader being pinned to the window by Marc he’s basically teaching the reader a lesson, and when he stops he says something along the lines of “how does it feel to be blamed for something you can’t control”. Then they have a sad moment(the reader cries I think and apologizes multiple times). And I think at some point Jake picks up the reader from their job).

I need help y’all I can’t find this fic anywhere😔.

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themology · 2 years

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jake lockley x fem!reader “to finally have you” 18+ (1 / ?)

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@dopeqff: hiii can i request for jake lockley and his first interaction with the reader could be smutty or fluffy or angsty whatever you feel like. maybe for backstory reader is close with marc and steven but nobody has any idea about jake

notes: thank you so much for requesting this! i stg i have so many ideas while thinking of this yesterday; i'm not an incredible writer of smut, i only write it for myself sometimes (don't even ask) but this dude jake lockley is my latest shit so i had to do it... and without further adieu, please enjoy reading horny people <3

summary: he had tried his hardest, just observing you at any given moment, no matter how fleeting your presence was... but why endure when you're all here to have for himself anyways? what's stopping him to finally have you?

warnings/contains: dub-con, some pet names in spanish, explicit content, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dacryphilia, kinda somnophilia, mild choking, platonic!marc & steven x reader, mentions of marc & steven.

pairing: jake lockley x female!reader.

word count: 2081, approximately 8 minute read.

weeks without contact of both marc and steven had made you feel immediately excited with visiting them, you were on your own, minding your own business in the mall picking groceries and such for dinner when your phone suddenly vibrated, a notification popped and it was a message from steven or marc or perhaps, the both of them.

the way the words were typed was quite odd, marc or steven never usually typed in that way, you've come to get used of the way they would send their texts differently since you three would talk with each other quite a lot in messaging apps, but you really didn't mind anyways, maybe it was the both of them typing it at the same time out of excitement,

they were as excited as you were, a smile was etched on your face like a mad man even if nothing is funny at the moment... you were just too happy to finally see them again,

you have so many ideas of how you were going to spend your day with the two,

and with no hesitation whatsoever, you immediately ventured to their apartment with grocery bags in your hands, you figured that you'll no longer put them in your own flat later since you really didn't wish to go back, so you thought that you'd cook dinner with them instead...

you also didn't mind with how thin your clothing was since all you really planned was to get to a nearby store and fetch some food and ingredient... you know well that marc and steven won't mind at all,

you didn't have to knock on their door, you entered the establishment with ease, it has always been like that, you had always been welcome to their home no matter what,

there sat steven, or marc, or maybe even both... whoever was fronting at the moment with an odd looking sense of style, he wasn't looking at you but you greeted him and he simply hummed in return, slumping on the couch with no care in the world,

you didn't think much of it as you walked past him and into their kitchen,

"i hope you guys don't mind... i mean, you really don't" you laughed to yourself...

you were then back to were he is, smiling as you sat beside him, he finally glanced towards you, the ivy cap almost covering his eyes but you've noticed how dark it became, maybe it was just you, but anxiety started to build in the shallow pits of your body,

your stomach churned uncomfortably because of the weird feeling that you suddenly got from his presence,

a part of you wish you didn't came over without thinking,

you should've ran away when you noticed the drastic change of his demeanor, that odd looking smile had said so, whoever was beside you was not steven or marc, he said he was waiting for a moment where he could finally talk to you, face to face, just the two of you alone and nobody else in his way... everything happened in a blur,

this doesn't seem like a prank, it's not natural for them to pull such cruel action to you, steven doesn't have the heart to do such thing, the man was too soft spoken, the world doesn't even deserve his kind presence, and marc wouldn't even bother, he's serious and careful, he wouldn't even laugh at jokes you've told him before,

one moment you were face to face with what seemed to be like life and death, the man... naming himself jake lockley was in front of you, saying that he'll do something those two idiots can't do... you wondered if this is the end of it all, you couldn't recognize marc or steven in him despite being... the same person, the same body,

you asked if you were going to get hurt by the last person you ever expect to lay a malicious finger on you,

you felt like he'd do it, he looked as if he'd be someone to wait for you in a dark alley with a knife on his hand... and it felt wrong in so many ways, you know you shouldn't be thinking this way, you could talk out of this with them but the problem is steven and marc was not present...

they never told you about a third alter, the last thing you wanted to know was that they didn't even know about it themselves,

i'll do something those two idiots can

well, you got the answer almost immediately, right there and now,

you didn't know what to do, his kiss ignited something inside of you, not an attraction to steven or marc though, but an attraction to this mysterious person, jake kissed you as if you were his air... and that he needed to have you now than later or else he'd die.

you were then glued on the couch as jake, continued to pound inside of you, moments had gone by, he had already undressed you, fucking you ruthlessly as you tried to keep yourself sane, moans and whimpers filled the dark, quiet room, your desperate voice constantly filled the place,

you thought you were going to experience something that will completely hurt you,

but really... it was quite the opposite, you had never felt this way, sure you explored your body once or maybe twice, your fingers were not enough to satisfy you, and you didn't want to rely on silly toys, it was nothing compared to this,

it was too fucking good, with jake's cock deep inside of you, ready to plant his seed and his balls slapping the side of your folds in the most erotic way possible, sending more pleasure to you whenever it does, jake would rip you in half and you'd still want more,

he would often pull his cock out and then push it forward immediately, all the way in, hitting every corner of your velvet walls, some parts you never knew was there was dominated by his pulsating dick, he fucked you on the couch to the point of oblivion, you would feel yourself clench around him making him let out a low, guttural moan,

a sound that made you even wetter than you already were, then again, he doesn't seemed to mind, making it easier to fuck your already abused pussy without having to try that hard to lubricate your entrance

jake whispered inaudible things in your ear as he continues to rut inside you, sometimes licking your earlobe and the valley of your breasts in an attempt to make you quiver under him, he hits every spot with ease as you cried out for nothing in particular,

he hadn't commented about it whatsoever seemingly liking the way you screamed for him,

"so tight for me mi vida, you like that yeah? you like that a lot?" he grumbled, voice husky and just as desperate as you are.

you needed something to hold on, first it was his shoulder, but it wasn't enough since your whole body was shaking uncontrollably, you often dropped your grasps on his shoulders and you struggled to keep up with his brutal pace... you then moved to his neck up to his hair immediately, but you stopped

"the cap stays on querida" that made you whine, and he wasn't too happy about it, so he started to quicken his pace, jake was basically crushing you this time, his head on your shoulder and your arms clinging desperately on his back,

"'s too much! please... just..."

you yelped, making him chuckle darkly, "take it" he demanded as he removed his head on your shoulder to look down at your disheveled figure, still continuing his assault to you, you could only look back while moaning, tears were falling down your cheek and you couldn't do anything about it,

"fuck, i should've done this a lot sooner"

"look at you, so fucking beautiful, crying because of my cock? do i make you feel so good hermosa?"

you nodded violently, confirming how well he stretched your insides with every violent thrust, accepting the tears that continued to flow, you felt like you were beautiful, and you felt the need to accept what he said, even in his own twisted ways, you knew he was right, and you knew he was going to show you just how beautiful you were despite being fucked hard,

jake spreads your thighs wider than they previously were, giving him more access and more space, making your body slightly ache, you mumbled things to yourself incoherently, "louder" he puts a hand on your neck, squeezing it softly making you gasp and part your lips wide open, your words of pleasure becoming louder for his satisfaction,

"you're too─ god... too big!"

every crevice of your hole was filled with his cock and you can only imagine how it looked, how erotic you looked to be exact, how tears spilled on your eyes, how a thin sheen of sweat is on your skin, the expression etched on your face, your distorted moans and chokes for air, the way jake worked on your clit and the way your back arched for all the pleasure you're feeling all at once,

you know well you wouldn't be able to walk or even stand properly after this, you don't know what will happen after this... and so you wished that this won't end at all,

a few more thrusts and you knew it was both of your breaking points, you could feel fireworks inside of your core and it was only a matter of time until it exploded, you could see stars and could barely make out words as soon as you came from your high, letting out a shaky moan in the process of your orgasm,

"god..."

you choked, as if you were in desperate need of air, dried tears etched on your face as if the angels kissed them for you, more tears threatened to spill, and through your blurry, half lidded eyes, you noticed jake staring at you with amusement,

he knows he made you feel so good...

jake follows shortly after as you felt his warm seed flowing inside of you, tainting your walls white, he continued to move inside before removing his cock shortly after,

admiring the masterpiece he had made, you had felt bits of his cum slide down your cunt because it was quite too much... in which he immediately took notice of, jake leaned in, stroking his dick to collect the substance, bringing it back to your entrance and the action made you shudder.

it felt disgustingly good, this was the filthiest thing you've ever done, this was not the thing you signed up for, you had never imagined yourself doing this, having an intercourse with someone, ever, especially with a friend, a confidant,

what would steven or marc think about this?

you were out of your thoughts when jake started to move again, as if he was an animal in heat, making you yelp in surprise, the feeling of pain and pleasure washing over yiu... "i can't make it!─"

he paused, "close your eyes, you don't have to" fucking you while you're asleep? that caught you off guard, "while sleeping? i... i don't think─"

jake had silenced you with a sloppy kiss, it lasted for seconds until he pulled away, "you won't miss a thing, and maybe you'd dream about it" he chuckled, waiting for your response... you could only whimper "jake..." he caressed your cheeks and waited for you to say anything,

that's the softest jake had ever been despite still fucking you restlessly... despite still being fully clothed on the upper half of his body because of his lack of patience while attacking your lips moments ago, he was pretty much bare, naked... so raw for you, only for you to see, his eyes and his solemn stare,

"you... you make me feel so good..." you conceded.

"yeah... and you want me to stop querida?"

you immediately shook your head. "rest, i'll be here" jake placed a kiss on your forehead as he started to move again,

you knew he meant no harm... in his eyes you were beautiful, in his eyes you felt good, and in his arms you were safe... and so you began to close your eyes under the man you barely knew and now you've come to adore...

you did not regret meeting jake lockley.

additional notes: idk what to say i am terrible at writing smuts. requests and pretty much fics might take a while to be posted because the current situation in the country i am in (philippines) is quite hard and dangerous. the philippine presidential election is being held at the moment.

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Adeline’s Hex +18 Smut

Slight Dom!Steven Grant x Black!Virgin!Reader

A/N: When I write the reader, the intention is so that it is inclusive. However, there aren’t much fics catered to black women specifically. Every now and then I want to write fics catered to a specific kind of reader so they’ll feel represented but honestly anyone can enjoy this fic 😊 Who wouldn’t with all the smuttiness that will ensue. This is a sex pollen fic,too. Please Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.4k words

Summary: When a mysterious artifact is delivered to the museum. You and Steven decide to inspect it. What you didn’t anticipate was the item containing a potent drug similar to ecstasy, sex pollen.

Warnings: age gap (legal), public sex, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, slight blood kink, black magic, slight dub con (via sex pollen), (reverse cowgirl) riding, oral sex (f receiving), graphic language

Adeline’s Hex

You’d gotten this huge opportunity to work in a very prestige Egyptian-centered historical museum in London having to move from the U.S. When you’d first arrive as the curator for the museum, you were incredibly nervous. After all you were young and just getting your foot in the door of the art world.

But then you met Steven Grant. The cute, wacky, intelligent mercenary who happened to speak French, too. Soon the two of you were the best of friends and you’d talk shit about your short-termpered boss, Donna, in French and developed your own insiders.

Although, you’d always found Steven to be quite attractive, you wouldn’t dare ruin the bond you both shared. Not to say that there weren’t any attempts on your part to showcase your attraction. You’ve definitely flirted with him on occasion. You laid it on thick sometimes, even. Yet, it didn’t seem like he paid you any mind in that kind of way. Why would he when he’s already had women fawning over him and hoping to bed him? You assumed that in his eyes he’d looked at you as the young, nerdy, naive art enthusiast looking for a mentor.

But you didn’t want a mentor or a friend in him. You wanted more. You’d fantasized about his hands and lips all over you nearly every night. It didn’t help that he’d give you light touches throughout the day either. Patting you on the back, moving the kinky curls of your hair from your eyes, fleeting hand touches. Not to mention, his intense stares when you’d go on rambling about a random topic. It was all too much.

It was evening. The museum closed. You were at your desk looking at some new arrivals to expect for the museum.

Steven closes up shop, heading over to you with a heavy wooden crate with a crowbar at the top.

“Delivery.” He singsongs.

I look up from my computer. “Where’d that come? I’ve already received all the needed packages for today.”

“I’m not quite sure but it’s postmarked to this very museum,” He sets it down on the desk before picking up the crowbar. “And it comes with a bonus gift!”

You stood up from your seat, going around your desk so that you could get a closer inspection of the box. The big, red word: “FRAGILE” plastered on the side.

“I wonder what it could be.” You say eyeing the thing.

“Worst case scenario: it’s a bomb.” Steven jokes.

“Well, no point in letting the time tick to zero,” You say, still studying the box for any clues. “Wanna do the honors or should I?”

“You mean, we’re going to actually open the creepy death box.”

“Yes, I’d kinda want to know if what’s in here is actually meant to be here or if we’d have to call SCO-19. Quit being a scaredy cat.” You teased.

“Since, I’m a gentleman,” He says with a shaky voice. “I’ll do the honors.”

You put a hand over your heart further teasing him. “Aw, my hero.”

Steven shoves the tip of the crowbar into the box’s top, hearing a crack to signal that its opening up. Steven still hesitant to open the box, you place a hand over his to grip the crowbar as well. You both look at each other, nod, then pull down.

A final crack sounds and the box is fully open and a cloud of dust disperses. Packing peanuts and bubble wrapped stuffed at the top of the box, obscuring your view of the items inside. Steven takes the initiative and puts his hand into the box and pulling out a porcelain doll with dark brown skin and a traditional Haitian dress. The doll had a sad expression on its face. A red ribbon tying a description tag to the doll’s right hand.

“A doll?” Steven asks, bewilderment in his tone.

“Looks familiar,” You take it from his hands, inspecting it. You notice Steven wiping his hands on his pants. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just a bit of dust, is all.”

Thats’s when you read the name on the tag and your eyes widened. “La Peau de Lueur.” You whispered.

“Glow Skin,” Steven translates. “What does that…” Steven looks at his hands seeing it shimmer like glitter.

Your eyes widened. “My parents told me the story of this artifact as a child. When they were younger and living in a small village in Haiti, there was a woman, Adeline. She killed herself after learning of that her husband was unfaithful. When the authorities found the body, she was found clutching a doll in her right hand. Legend has it that she was a witch who dabbled in black magic and transferred her soul to the doll. Whoever is unlucky enough to encounter it will be hex’d. This dust is no ordinary dust, Steven. It’s some fucking kind of potent death pollen!”

Steven is now heavily breathing, a bead of sweat forming at his forehead. “Bloody hell,” He exclaims. “That can’t possibly be true. Are you saying we could die?”

“It sounds absurd, yes. But look at us. We’re a mess. It must be real.”

Your heartbeat was racing and the your skin shimmered. Steven had more exposure than you so his symptoms were full blown. His eyes were dark, lips pouty, raging erection straining his pants, and the shimmering against his olive skin made him look so delicious.

“There must be something we could do.”

Your legs felt like jelly. You rest your back against one of the tall pillars in the room for support.

You read the note on the card aloud.

*“Quand la poussière retombe

La peau brillera

La chaleur va monter

Tu rencontreras ta mort

Mais à travers les affres de l'extase

Alors tu seras Libra.”

“Throes of ecstasy? As in…”

You nod. “It’s the only way to break the curse.”

It was unfortunate that your first time having sex would be an involuntary decision. But somehow you felt worse for Steven. He’s no way attracted to you yet he’s forced in this union, too.

“Do you want this?” His body suddenly against yours. You were now sandwiched between his hard body and the hard pillar.

The aching and throbbing between your legs increases. “I do. I want it.” You bite back a moan as he ground himself against you, feeling his arousal. His body against yours gave some relief but it wasn’t enough.

He brings his both his hands up, sliding them over your clothed arms before settling them at the buttons of your cardigan. He looks up at you and you nod. Unbottoning the sweater, he pulls it off you before throwing it to the ground.

You wore flimsy white spaghetti stap top underneath. Your nipples hard, peaking through. He ghosts his lips over your collarbone as he lowers the straps to your top.

Then, He blows air against your neck while plucking at your nipples through your shirt. And you absolutely melt. “Mmm.” You moan with a shudder.

“Is that good?” He sounded so sexy. Lust clearly in his voice. His accent thicker than ever. You reminded yourself it was only the pollen that’s causing him to want you.

“Yes. So good.” You dig your nails into the small of his back.

“I can practically smell your arousal between your legs,” His lips now to your ear. “Would you like me to taste?”

You nod, frantically.

“Use your words, love.”

“Please. Taste me, Steven.” You say, breathlessly.

“Such a good girl.” He growls before his hands hikes up your pencil skirt. He slowly pulls down your underwear, lowering to his knees. Draping one of your legs over his shoulders, his face is now staring at your cunt.

He groans, bringing his finger up to spread your lips. “Look at that pretty pussy. So wet. So plump. Begging to be filled.”

His swipes his tongue quickly at your clit. You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a scream.

He pulls your hand away. “No. I want to hear you. Put your arms behind you. Wrap them around that pillar until I tell you to move them.”

You whine but all you could do was obey. His presence itself commanded it. “Keep your eyes on mine.” He says as he’s inching towards your pussy. His lips latching onto your clitoris.

You’re a writhing and moaning mess. Your moans bouncing through the walls of the museum. “St-Steven, f-fuck.”

“That’s it, darling. Scream for me,” His hot breath against your core. “Go on and let those hands free. Want them in my hair.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Your hands immediately flew down to grip his dark curls, pushing his head further against you. You don’t know whether you want to throw your head back to scream or continue looking into his lust-filled eyes.

He’s gone completely feral. He feasted on your flesh as if you were the juiciest fruit. Your breathing becoming so frantic, you were worried you’d pass out.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking incredible.” He groans, kissing at your flesh. You notice him jerking himself as he ate you out.

“Steven,” You whimpered. You were so turned on by the sight of him getting pleasure from your pleasure. “I need you to fuck me. Now. I’m aching for you.”

“Gotta get you ready for me, love.”

He pushes a finger in you. Your eyes widen at the intrusion. You’ve had your fingers in you before but his were way thicker and longer. “Oh, my god. Oh, fuck.”

“A tight little thing, aren’t ya,” He says, pumping his finger in and out. “I’ll have to break you in.” He adds another finger, looking up to watch your reaction.

You squirm and cried out. His thick fingers stretched you in ways you weren’t sure were possible. He pumped in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace, rubbing at your clit with his thumb at a similar speed.

But then he adds his tongue into the equation once again. You were a goner. The coil finally snaps and you scream an ear -piercing scream. But his tongue doesn’t stop and he’s still pumping with his fingers at your sensitive core.

You were a sobbing mess and it only seemed to urge him on. This man was not the Steven you knew. The man you knew was shy, sweet, level-headed. But this Steven was a man possessed. “Oh god, please. I need your cock. I want you to ruin me.”

This seemed to be enough to end both of your torture because he pulls his mouth away from your dripping core. He spreads your cardigan on the floor. “Strip.”

You both quickly discarded of your clothes. Steven’s lying on his back on the cardigan. “I want you to ride me.”

You put your legs on either side of his body. Lowering yourself, your pussy hovering just above his erection. It stood tall, looked painfully hard but ready to enter you. It looked almost intimidating.

“I’m a virgin,” You confess. You know you were ruining the mood. But you had to let him know. Obviously, you had to do this or the inevitable will happen but you had to warn him in case the sex is bad. In case, he questioned you for your inexperience.

He looks up at me with pity. “Honestly, I would’ve wished to be able to take you out on a date before we went to this step.”

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes,” He put his hands to his face. “I’m a fool for holding back for so long. I was just scared you didn’t see me that way. Not to mention, you’re much younger. I assumed you prefer men—“ He chokes out a moan as you lowed down on his dick taking his tip into you.

“Steven! Shit. You’re so fucking big,” You bring your hands back behind you, resting them on both his legs for support. “I want you to watch your cock filling me.”

You lowered yourself taking him inch by inch. The stretching causing a slight burn. Groans slipping from both your lips. You go up again and slide back down. Eventually, you find a delicious rhythm that has you both basking in its intensity.

“God, I love watching that tight cunt swallowing me whole.” His cock glistening from your slick and blood. He didn’t want to admit it to you but he took pride in seeing the blood as a reminder that he’s officially popped your cherry.

He’s dreamt of this moment for so long. He assumed you to be inexperienced because of the way you’d blush when anything remotely sexual was mention, but you’d been virgin. It made the most sense.

After going up and down a few times, pleasure took over most of the pain of being stretched and soon you brought your hands to his chest for support and slamming down your hips. He bottoms out.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Steven groans.

You ride him as if this was something you’ve done countless times before. You circle your hips and went up and down, teasing him a bit.

“You’re doing amazing,” He praises.

You lean in, kissing him. The kiss is hungry and your tongues fought for dominance as you continue to ride him. When you pulled away, a line saliva connecting your lips broke off against your chin and dripped down your chest.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good around me,” You clenched, he moans at the action. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“I’m gonna cum, too. Want your cum so badly. I want you to cum on my ass.” You whine. He growls at that proclamation. Your butt was one of the many parts of you that he loved.

You rotate yourself with his dick still inside, your back now facing him. He takes your hips and pounds into you. “Oh, fuuuck!” The pressure in your stomach building.

“Rub that clit for me, darling,” He moans. “Go on. Let me feel you cum.”

Those words were enough. You feel your orgasm crash into like a freight train. You rubbed at yourself frantically, trembling violently on his cock. Tears once again streaming down your face. Clenching super hard around him making it difficult for him to pump in and out of you. Your breath taken away. You gasp for air. Once you recovered your breath, you felt Steven’s thrust begin to falter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He pulls out of you with a groan and you feel the spurts of warmth on your ass. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, completely satisfied.

You slip off of him laying beside him on the cardigan. The two of you panting for air until you both broke out in giggles.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the middle of the museum. We are so fired.” You laughed.

Steven laughs, shrugging. “Worth it.”

English Translation

* When the dust settles

The skin will shimmer

The heat will rise

You will meet your demise

But through the throes of ecstasy

Then so shall you be set free

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yoursecondfirstlove · 2 years

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🌔Little Muffin🌖 p.5

P.1 P.2 P.3 P.4

Moon boys x f!reader

(Jake Lockley x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader)

Jake feeling late to the party decides to play a little catch-up, but the rest aren’t too keen on being left out either

Word count:1851 words

Warnings:smut, pure fucking filth, rough sex, oral (f receiving), cockwarming

Mornings spent wrapped in strong arms truly were made that much more blissful when you had nowhere to be. (Y/n) relished in this peaceful serenity, the sun to her back and her head tucked into a shoulder. She leaned back to look at him. She never knew who he would be when he woke up but she was excited to what we adventure arose from him. She settled back, cuddling back into his side as he woke up.

“Would ya lookie here…” Jake. Of course. He’d been feeling left out recently and how he saw it he had a world of lost time to make up for. (Y/n) giggled, leaning back to look at him again “good morning Jake” he dawned that side smirk that Marc not Steven could ever seem to perfect. He smiled at her, still hazy from sleep, he lifted his hand to stroke down her face until his hand was gently fanned across her throat, and he just a gently pulled her by her throat into a kiss, to which she gladly complied. It was unlike any kiss she’d shared with Marc or Steven because it had one thing their kisses tended to lack, hunger. The hand around her throat moved to grasp at the base of her skull and his other hand swiftly moved to wrap around her waist.

Before (y/n) knew it Jake had flipped them, resting his weight on top of her. He brought his knees between her legs to separate them. He leaned upwards to look at her fully though half lidded eyes as he slid his hands down her torso “ya know” he began “I been feelin’ real left out these past two days…” (y/n) threw her head back slightly laughing. “We’ll I’m sorry Jake. But you’re here now aren’t you?” Jake smiled and grabbed her hips pulling her into him suddenly “oh…oh I certainly am cariño” he dove back into the kiss, his hands buzzing from place to place hungrily pulling back briefly only to hastily pull her shirt over her head. The kisses trailed down her neck, to her sternum, to her stomach and then finally to the rising heat between her legs. He pulled off her sleep shorts and her underwear, quickly diving back between her thighs. He wasted no time, he attacked her clit with ferocity quickly rendering her a squirming, writhing mess. She wriggled her hips and moaned, melting from the intimate ambush. “Holy fucking…Jake” she sang out, gripping his hair to keep him in place. He placed one of her thighs over his shoulder and gripped it, and her waist, in a vice, sure to bruise her. The pleasure bloomed from her abdomen and radiated in thick heat that coated her entire body, her thighs shook and he eyes rolled back in her head as a tight cooled twisted within her. She jolted and and moaned and yelped at times. When suddenly the coil snapped, her back arched tightly, he legs attempting to close around Jakes head as she shook with pleasure. Jake had the decency to slow down gradually, allowing her to ride out her euphoric delirium.

He came back up her body quickly, capturing her lips again, she was still whimpering with every breath as he ground his clothed cock into her sensitive cunt. She felt half conscious when Jake put his lips to her ear and whispered “okay..listen close chica bonita, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, are you okay with that?” He already knew the answer but it was still so fun to ask the question. Her eyelids were still heavy but that didn’t stop her from nodding eagerly and giving him a simple “uh-huh.” A foxlike grin stead over his face “goooood…” he breathed out, retracting from her to strip himself. God he was glorious, toned muscles pulling soft skin taught, sprinklings of chest hair spread on his olive skin, already glistening slightly with a light sheen of sweat. (Y/n) could have cum again just from the sight of him. He leaned over her again to get a condom from the side drawer, extending the contact a little longer than he had to. In a flash, practiced hands ripped the foil and slid the condom down his aching length. Evidently, eating her out got him incredibly excited. He hovered over her, placing a final loving kiss to her cheek and all at once he thrust in harshly. He bared his teeth and grunted as her gaping heat took him with little resistance. He drank in the sight of her, he eyebrows furrowed, eyes screwed shut and mouth agape with a silent scream.

He let his hands find that comfortable place on her waist as he started thrusting brutally. (Y/n)s hands gripped at both the pillow under her and one of Jakes wrists, aching for any sense of stability in his frantic and harsh movements. He pistoned in and out of her, throwing his head back as he released animalistic grunts into the air of the flat. (Y/n) wailed under him, fresh off the high of her last orgasm she could already feel another building. It was at this point she realised that at some point Jake had stopped moving his hips in favour of moving her on him like a human fleshlight which she certainly wasn’t complaining about. He turned his gaze back to her, his eyes were dark and glazed over, his teeth still bared and loose curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. “¿es bueno eso? ¿te gusta eso? podría hacer esto por horas” (y/n) barely registered his words as she wailed beneath him. The familiar coils began twisting again as she gripping his toned arms for dear life. This time when she came, Jake did not offer the courtesy of letting her recover, he kept his pace brutal. Instinctively she tried to turn her body away from him, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, an action he quickly rebuked. He leaned down keeping her in place by pressing his chest to hers, one arm supporting his waist, another gripping her thigh. “Come on sweet thing, can’t stop now, I have a promise to keep” her nails dug into his back, undoubtably leaving marks. His head moved to suck hickeys into her neck occasionally biting, not hard enough to to break skin but hard enough to to leave bruising teeth marks. She couldn’t help it, she came again, tears pricking at her eyes. Jake wasn’t far behind her, his already brutal pace quickened even more, drawing a weakened cry out of (y/n), he pulled back again “you’re ours now, you got that? Ours! Only ours!” She couldn’t find it in herself to respond verbally so she only nodded frantically. Jakes rhythm was broken by a few deep, harsh thrusts as he came, his face screwed up as his teeth clenched. Letting out a few final groans he all but collapsed. Heaving on top of her, he placed sloppy kisses on her shoulder. After about a minute he pushed himself off her, removing the condom and chucking it god knows where. And collapsing again to her side. Still panting he held out his arms, “come ‘er.” She snuggled into his side and they were both lulled back to sleep.

When she woke up again it must have been midday, a hazy yellow glow to the flat plunged her into a comfortable euphoria. “Man, did he do a number on you” Marc’s voice rang. He had sat up, stoking her hair softly as she slept. She looked up at him, he had a satisfied grin on his face, clearly at total peace. She sat up to “yeah well..it’s Jake what did we expect” he breathed out an amused half laugh. Wordlessly he kissed her, lovingly and wholesomely, a stark contrast to the pure filth she’d just committed with his alter. And just as Jake did he beckoned her with a simple phrase “come here.” She straddled his lap, kissing him again. His fingers drew soft shapes into her back. (Y/n) moved her head and began kissing his neck, which quick turned to licking, with quickly turned to sucking. Still naked the effect on him was apparent as she pulled away with a teasing smile “what’s going on down there?” She asked devilishly. Marc leaned back into the headboard, throwing up his hands in teasing indignance. He shook his head “you can not act all innocent after that” (y/n) threw her head back in a giggle before she returned to kissing him. While leaned down she snatched another condom, pulling away she held it up to him. Marc raised his eyebrow as he looked from the foil packet to her. “Put it on then.” She tore the foil with her teeth and slid the condom down his cock, eliciting a groan from his throat. She gave a quick kiss to his lips before she slid herself down into him. Marc gripped her hips, easing her down. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his whines. After a few seconds she began bouncing. Marc began to writhe gripping onto her hips as he moaned out praises. (Y/n) leaned back, supporting her weight with one hand planted in Marc’s thigh and the other on his shoulder. “That okay baby?” She checked in breathlessly. Marc nodded “god yes, so-“ he interrupted himself with a moan “so fucking good.” His eyes rolled back in his head as he forced her hips to move quicker. He grabbed her by her shoulder and pulled her into him, thrusting into her from under. (Y/n) but his shoulder to suppress her screams of pleasure, nails digging into his biceps. The build was far quicker than before, maybe because both of their bodies had already been thoroughly fucked out, but (y/n) felt the beginnings of her release and so did Marc. Both of them moved their hips in tandem, desperately chasing their peaks. “Come with me baby, can you do that for me?“ (y/n) didn’t even look up at him but he felt her nod against his shoulder. After for few more hard thrusts they both screamed out their releases as Marc gripped her tightly. Both panting messes they stayed like that, shining in the after glow. After a while Marc’s breaths evened out completely.

“You okay?” Steven. (Y/n) pulled back to look at him, he had a sleepy face of concern before she nodded. “Yeah Steven, yeah I’m okay” he smiled. “Really? ‘Cause you look like you’ve been hit by a train” he said examining the bruises, bites and hickeys Jake had littered across her. “Well, I just had a train run on me so I guess that counts” she joked. He laughed before quickly realising he was still inside her. “Oh I’m uh…” he trailed off. “Oh. I guess you are…” Steven shrugged “I mean…it feels…nice?” (Y/n) looked back at him. “You wanna stay like this?” She asked sweetly. “Yeah, yeah I think that’d be nice” she leaned back down to snuggle into him again, remaining intimately connected. God knows how long they stayed like that for.

(A/n): so sorry this took longer than most of my updates but I started a new job that doesn’t give me the same time on my hands as a I had before, hopefully this saucy fun makes up for it

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the-archxr · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on Jake's favorite term of endearment for the reader?? 💙

OOOOHHHH OKAOKAYOKAY

(I have a LOT of thots about this, but to start off…) Jake has two different names for you. Both are used separately, and for completely different situations.

So in like, every-day life, Jake calls you princesa. ONE THOUSAND FUCKING PERCENT HE CALLS YOU PRINCESA.

Like he’s driving, and you’re grabbing the hand on his knee (cause he’s not the type to initiate contact): he’ll be bringing it to his mouth, mumbling princesa into your palm.

You’re cleaning him up after a late night of him doing Khonshu’s dirty work: he’ll look up to your face, smiling, saying something along the lines of eres muy hermosa, princesa. (you’re very beautiful, princess.)

In the tender early morning moments where you’re still asleep and he has you all to himself: he’ll whisper princesa over and over again into your skin until you’re awake.

But when you two are gettin’ down and dirty? WOOF, it’s a whole other fucking story.

It started off with calling you princesa both in the streets and in the sheets. But then on one particular day, when he’s pounding you into the mattress from behind, and his mouth is nuzzled into your neck as he’s listening to you make the prettiest sounds for him, he completely loses himself. In fact, he ends up getting so caught up in it that he doesn’t even realize he’s called you corazón. (heart.)

But when you stop breathing and he finally comes to, he doesn’t get embarrassed. Even though he knows you know what that word means. Instead, he nips at your collarbone and growls in your ear “I meant what I fucking said”, before going back to fucking you silly.

And from that day on, whether you’re riding him, going down on each other or taking him in the back of his limo, he calls you corazón. For him, the typically tender term of endearment, turns him on like no other. Because it’s true. You are his heart. And he loves you like how people love each other in those cheesy rom-coms you’re always watching.

But he loves watching his heart cum more.

aight so I apologize if I got some of the spanish translations wrong, I used a multi-language translator app I used to bullshit my way through french classes (so hopefully it worked to an extent??). if I did get anything wrong, feel free to let me know!

✨the-archxr thots✨

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blue-sadie · 4 days

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Movie Marathon

Them getting distracted from the movie

Your rigid breathes and soft moans were almost drowning out the sound of the boring rom com you guys decided on, your eyes were closed tightly as he worked his fingers inside you.

He found the movie boring half way through and decided that he should annoy you instead, he started with throwing little bits of popcorn at you to get your attention on him but when that didn't work he started to tease you.

His hand slowly found its way onto your inner thigh, his finger tips running from your knee to the end of your pj shorts each time getting slightly higher into them, he then attached his lips to your neck making sure to leave a few love bites and hickies.

One finger slowly became two then to three, his slowly but eager thrusting fingers were driving you crazy, the movie was long forgotten as you squirmed beside him, him whispering his dirty desires only making it worse.

His fingers slowly fastened their pace and started curling inside you while his thumb rubbed your clit, your moans and whines only fueling his desire to make you cum but he won't just make you cum once no no no he's only stopping when your shaking and begging him to stop.

Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne, Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Pietro Maximoff, Bucky Barnes

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xpao-bearx · 1 year

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"Like A Virgin"

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Read Part 1 HERE

Read Part 3 HERE

Read Part 4 HERE

NOTES: Y'ALL the way my jaw literally DROPPED when not even H A L F a minute after I posted the first part, you guys were already exploding my notifs which I wasn't expecting AT ALL I swear Oscar Isaac's really got us sluts in a chokehold O_o

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU!!! 😭❤️❤️❤️ This is truly wonderful and encourages me a lot, especially since this is my first ever Moon Knight fic AND the first time a story of mine blew up this much! This is also great cuz I've been terribly sick, but of course ✨️priorities✨️ I gotta shower our Moon Boys with some much deserved lovin' and it's just so fucking nice to see that it's paying off! \(^o^)/ I was so happy and inspired that I couldn't resist and just HAD to write this second part ASAP!

Dissociative identity disorder is also briefly mentioned here and if I made any mistakes, then I apologize and please kindly correct me. And I feel like the ending may be a bit rushed, but it's the best my tiny brain could think of!

I'll shut up now and I'm very proud and excited to present... PART 2!!! 🥳 And if you'd like to be tagged for any of the next parts, feel free to tell me!

Also Marc does something very asshole-y here oop

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Part 2: You made me feel I've nothing to hide

After work, instead of heading home, you rushed straight to the nearest boutique to buy yourself a new dress for tomorrow night. The butterflies in your stomach were doing somersaults and you felt as if you could spontaneously burst into song like in those cheesy musicals your former college roommate was so obsessed with.

You knew the employees were all looking at you oddly as you constantly giggled to yourself like some lovesick schoolgirl while you perused through endless racks of the latest fashion. Of course you knew you were acting ridiculous--crazy--but wasn't that what attraction or, dare you say, love did to you?

Besides, you wanted tomorrow to go perfectly. In your eyes, Steven Grant was already perfect--perfectly imperfect or imperfectly perfect, you didn't know or care which was which. You just knew that you liked him. A lot.

And it relieved and pleased you to the moon and back that he actually felt the same! So, who cares what anyone else thought?

You just hoped that after tomorrow, Steven would like you enough to go on another date. And another. Then another...

Maybe you were looking--wishing--too far into the future, but you swore you could almost hear wedding bells chiming in the distance.

God, is this what happens after being a total virgin for twenty-something years? There was absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin, but your insecurity bugged you. What if you weren't at all what Steven expected?

But another part of you, a positive ray of sunshine, clobbered all your doubts. For once, you were going to be brave! You were going to take a leap of faith! You were going to control your life!

Because, in the end...it was worth it. Steven was worth it. Sure, you've experienced various crushes throughout your life, but not like this. Not with Steven. This felt more...serious. Adult.

It felt as if right from the get-go crossing fates with "Steven with a V", your life was about to change--for the better.

Of course you were afraid, and yet you've also never been more sure of something in your entire existence. You've been waiting this long and you're glad you did, and now you were ready to jump head first (and head over heels) into whatever adventure was in store for you--with Steven.

You then squealed excitedly when you spotted the perfect dress, ignoring the judgmental stares other customers shot you as you hurriedly grabbed it like a child in a toy store.

Yes, tomorrow was going to be a dream come true.

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You arrived at the restaurant thirty minutes early. It was totally embarrassing how eager you were, but you couldn't help yourself. Though at least with how early you were, you snagged a good table overlooking the restaurant's beautiful back garden strung with fairy lights and you can have some time to calm down before Steven came.

And you looked stunning. Your hair tumbled down in elegant waves, light makeup adoring your face and donning the contact lenses you rarely used. And the dress you bought fit like a glove; it was the shortest dress you now owned, stopping around your thighs. It was baby blue and had an off-the-shoulder style with some frills, and it hugged your figure just right.

You felt very self-conscious. You've always fancied clothes like this, but never actually had the guts to wear them--until now. Did it really suit you? But you couldn't deny that you were happy and, truly, isn't that all that mattered?

"Shall I get you started, ma'am?" A waitress snapped you back to reality and you shook your head.

"Not yet, thank you. I'm still waiting for my...date." The word made you blush furiously, as if sharing a dirty little secret.

The waitress smiled and nodded, leaving you by yourself once more as you sighed wistfully.

You took out your phone from your purse, checking the time. 6:45 p.m. Alright, not too long now. And you double checked that the address you texted Steven was correct, which it is.

You settled back in your chair, peering over the garden and giggling softly.

"I'm right here for you, Steven."

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"It's about time, innit?" Steven murmured, glancing over anxiously at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. It was already eight p.m., a whole hour past your meeting time (not to mention he arrived embarrassingly early). And he was just informed by one of the servers that the restaurant was closing in thirty minutes, to which a pitiful look was also casted to him.

"It's not 'about time', Steven. It's late." Marc gruffly pointed out, Steven seeing Marc's reflection glaring back at him from the shiny silver flower vase set in the middle of the table. "Face it: she's NOT coming."

"Don't you dare say that." Steven's voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a certain edge to it that one would normally not hear from the soft man. "Y/N would never do that. Not her. She's just running late, I'm sure. Traffic and all."

"Oh, please, we both know that even the traffic here doesn't take this long." Marc scoffed. "Stop kidding yourself, Steven. She's. NOT. Coming."

Steven frowned, and with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone. He should've called you since way earlier. It was the logical thing to do, after all. But he was...scared. Scared that, maybe, a terrifying maybe, Marc was right.

He found your number and called you, pressing his phone to his ear as it began to ring. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until you finally picked up, voice groggy.

"Hello..?"

"Y/N..." Steven heaved a relieved exhale. "Hey, uh, I'm at the restaurant. Guess you got stuck in traffic?" He chuckled halfheartedly.

A long, dreadful pause. And then:

"Fucking EXCUSE me?"

Steven's eyes widened, having never heard you swear before. He was just about to ask what was wrong when you continued without skipping a beat.

"Are you playing with me, Steven? Is this what it is?!" You definitely sounded angry, but he didn't miss the faint sniffles coming from you. Shit, were you crying? What the hell was happening?

"How can you be such a...such a DICK?!" You shouted, causing him to jerk his phone a few inches away from his ear. "I fucking waited for you like a total idiot until closing time, you prick! You never showed and you never answered my calls! What the fuck can you POSSIBLY gain from toying with me, huh?!"

"W-Wait, I don't understand!" Steven was nearly hyperventilating, all the colour draining from his face and his mind running a mile a minute. "I-I'm here! Right now! D-Didn't we agree? Friday night, seven p.m.?"

You were dead silent. Steven was going to check if the call was still connected when you beat him to it.

"Steven... It's Sunday."

Steven froze. Then his eyes landed on Marc's reflection, refusing to meet his gaze and it clicked.

"Y/N." Steven said slowly, steadily, despite feeling like crying himself. His eyes were still on Marc, cold and pissed. "Please. I promise I have an explanation. I just... God, can we meet? Y/N, please, I'll come to you."

"No need." Tears threatened to spill from Steven's despondent eyes at your flat response, before you suddenly added: "I'll come to you. You said you were at the restaurant, right? Stay there."

You ended the call, and Steven flared at Marc--no longer caring if other people perceived him as a lunatic fighting with himself.

"Why the fuck would you do that, Marc?"

"Steven..." Marc struggled to find the right words, and the asshole actually had the audacity to look ashamed. "Listen, she's nothing but a distraction--"

"You always think you know better, yeah?" Steven laughed humourlessly. "A distraction? YOU stop kidding yourself, Marc. This is not just your life, but mine. And it's about fucking time you stop being such a selfish bastard!"

"Um, sir?" Steven winced, greeted by a baffled waiter. "We'll be closing soon, so I'm gonna have to ask you to leave if you're not ordering anything."

Humiliated and repeatedly babbling apologies, Steven abruptly sprang out of his chair and dashed outside. He sighed deeply and collapsed listlessly on the ground, finally allowing the tears to fall.

He vaguely heard footsteps approaching until he saw a pair of worn bunny slippers in front of him. His eyes heavily dragged upwards, finding you staring back at him with an unreadable expression and breaths coming out in ragged pants.

"Y/N!" Steven jumped up, surprised you actually came despite the way he--the way Marc--treated you. Your bloodshot eyes and the dried tears on your cheeks only made him feel even shittier, much more fucked up than any beating he suffers on a mission.

Because at least with those, he can be confident that he and the boys would win no matter the challenge. But with you?

He had everything to lose.

Your hair was a total mess; glasses slightly crooked and you were in your pyjamas, a matching set of a purple tank top and shorts with stars and moons. The only thing you had covering you was a purple silk robe, drawing it closer to your chilly body as your eyes narrowed at Steven.

You should be mad at him, and you were. Still, despite everything, you hopped on to the first bus you saw and scrambled the rest of the way here as fast as you could.

But now that you were here...what in Khonshu's name were you going to do? You could scream at him with all the pain you haven't had the pleasure to release like you did on the phone, but you'd just be wasting your breath. Then again, he wasn't lying. He really is here. And it confused you more than anything.

And seeing him like this, looking so...sad. Well, it made you sad. Him miserably clenching onto a heart shaped chocolate box, fat globs of tears cascading down his cheeks as he gawked at you with his pretty doe brown eyes.

You raised your hand, and Steven shut his eyes as he braced himself for the slap he very much deserved--only to be met with your soft palm, wiping away his tears tenderly.

"Explain to me, Steven."

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The travel to Steven's apartment was spent in deafening silence, but it brought upon a strange sort of comfort. Unconsciously, you hugged Steven's black jacket that he had offered you earlier even closer to your much smaller frame. It soothed your nerves, being completely enveloped in his smell; fresh soap with a hint of musky cologne.

Once you reached his unit, you couldn't help but smile. It was just so...Steven. It was a bit messy, but a good kind of messy. You didn't really know how to describe it, but it warmed your heart especially when you saw a giant fish tank with only one goldfish.

"Cuppa tea?" Steven asked to which you shook your head, facing him fully.

"No. I'm a 'get over it' kinda girl so whatever your explanation is, I'd rather we just nip it in the bud." You huffed before you halted, biting your lip. "Oh, uh, sorry... Of course, if you wanna have tea, you can. It's your home, after all."

Steven laughed, his first real laugh that entire day. "Are you always this nice to blokes you should be mad at?"

"Only if they are really into Egyptology and have beautiful brown eyes and gorgeous curls." You rolled your eyes though you couldn't suppress your grin before you cleared your throat, getting a hold of your stupid giddy self. "Now, explain."

Steven's demeanour instantly shifted, serious now and quite uneasy. But he nodded and gestured towards the couch. You walked over and plopped down, Steven sitting next to you and keeping a respectful couple inches between the two of you.

He looked down at the ground, carefully considering his words before meeting your gaze solemnly. "Have you ever heard of dissociative identity disorder?" You nodded, previously learning about it in Psychology class and researching about it due to personal interest. "That's...what I have. I'm an alter within a system, and there are two others--Marc Spector and Jake Lockley."

"Am I correct to assume that when you asked me out...it wasn't actually you?"

Steven blinked, rather startled that you were taking this so well. "Yes. Jake was the one who asked you out."

"Was he also the one who didn't show up for the date?"

"No, that would be Marc." He grumbled. "And listen, I'm truly sorry about him. He's a right twit. It may not have been me who didn't show up, but that absolutely doesn't excuse the hurt it caused you. I am so, so sorry, Y/N."

Your brows furrowed, mulling over this new revelation. But...you believed him, especially when it explained all those times you secretly caught Steven muttering incoherently to himself or staring at his reflection and quietly reacting to something. You were curious about more, of course, but Steven didn't have any reason to lie about such a serious matter. And if he was lying, there were plenty of other things he could say. But the way he acted, and just the look in his eyes--he knew the risks of opening up to you, but he did it anyway.

You clasped his hands in yours, sighing. "I know I look calm right now, but trust me, I'm freaking the fuck out." You chuckled, and Steven felt safe enough to join you. "But... I trust you, Steven. And I believe you. Tell me one thing, though. Are you...into me? Like, at all?"

"Of course I am!" He replied in a flash, making you both pause before erupting into easy laughter. "Why would you even have to ask that, love?"

"It's just... Well, if Jake was the one who asked me out, it made me wonder if you really did like me." You mumbled, looking away.

Steven gently grasped your chin, tipping your face back towards him. "I've liked you since the day we met, Y/N. In your pink skirt and the cute little pigtails you had." He smiled, eyes so amorous and gleaming with sincerity. "Truth is, I've wanted to ask you out since forever. I'm just not as...forward as Jake is."

"And that's fine. But hey, we gotta thank him 'cause Lord knows I'd just spiral into a panic attack if I ever made the first move." You chuckled. But it gradually died down as Steven continued to stare at you, and you never thought you would ever have someone look at you the way Steven did; as if you were precious treasure hidden within a sacred tomb.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your body started moving of its own accord. You were leaning closer, closer, closer--a mere breath away from his lips before he piped up.

"I'm also Khonshu's Avatar!"

"Say what?"

"Um, well, you see--" He stammered, mentally slapping himself.

'Don't say anything, Steven.' Marc warned, and it took all of Marc's willpower not to seize control and actually slap Steven.

But it was too late now. Steven already said too much, but he wanted to be honest with you. Utterly so. And since you wanted to nip this in the bud, now was the best time more than anything.

"Erm... You've seen the news, yeah?" He didn't grant you the chance to respond as he rambled. "Masked vigilantes... Moon Knight and Mr. Knight? They're actually...Marc and I."

"Steven, this is--"

"I'll show you, Y/N. I'll summon the suit."

"Summon the soup? What is happening--"

Steven stood up, and a split second later there was a whirl of white. And sure enough, there was none other than one half of the mysterious heroes you've been seeing a lot on the news recently; his glowing white eyes locked with yours, crisp ivory suit and batons clutched tightly in his hands.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in--"

"Handsome..." You blurted out before you can restrain yourself.

"Huh?" Steven blushed underneath the mask, and you were the same as your cheeks tinted crimson. Then you rose from the couch, closing the gap between you two and removing his mask.

His curls stuck every which way and his eyes were as wide as the full moon, making you giggle. "You're so handsome, Steven. And yeah, this is a fucking lot to take in. To be honest, a part of me is still wondering if this is all just a dream." You reached up, caressing the side of his face sweetly and smiling. "But...thank you. Thank you for being honest with me."

His batons dropped to the floor, trembling hands hesitantly settling on your hips. You noticed his Adam's apple bob as he looked down at you, tears once again glistening in his eyes. Happiness, relief, adoration--how can so many exhilarating emotions crash over him all at once?

"Can I be more honest?" He whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I...want you to stay with me."

Your cheeks hurt from how impossibly wide your smile has stretched, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose with yours.

"I'm staying whether you like it or not, Steven with a V."

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stormkobra-5 · 2 years

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Prompt: 17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god + Jake Lockley combined with 17) softer muse makes the first move for sex and rides or tops the gruffer one who looks at them like they just found god + Moon Bois

Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, switch!Reader, dom!Reader, sub!Reader, dom!Steven Grant, sub!Marc Spector/Jake Lockley, fingering, oral (f receiving), brief spanking, bondage, doggystyle, riding

Watch out for the quiet ones, they said.

You were so sweet and so quiet that it came as entirely unexpected that you were a hard dom.

It was Jake who found out first. He’d been teasing you all day, and you finally just snapped. Telling him to keep his hands at his sides as you undid his pants and rode him to oblivion, edging him to a point where you actually had him begging for you to let him cum.

Finally, finally, you’d let him— and Jake realized that letting you dom him was his most favorite thing ever, second only to railing you into next week.

Marc found out next.

Marc had just been sitting there, watching the game, when you came flouncing up to him in your pretty nightgown and started to casually unbutton his jeans. You took what you wanted from him when and where you wanted it, a fact that he found turned him on more than he expected.

He let you hold his arms to your chest as you rode him like your life depended on it, making him see stars. Afterward, he was whispering thank yous into your ear, letting you hold him and cuddle him right there on the couch without even cleaning up.

You, however, were in for a surprise.

“Now, love, teasin’ isn’t very nice, is it?” Steven cooed at you after you’d spent five minutes grinding on him only to suddenly need to go elsewhere for a mundane task that could truly wait. He’d grabbed your wrist.

You smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it, honey? You gonna beg for me?”

Evidently, that wasn’t going to fly at all. He slowly took his glasses off and set them on the table before dragging you by your wrist to the bed, where he threw you down and put that old ankle restraint of his to good use. “Love; being a brat will get you nowhere.” He said it while hovering over you and flicking off his jacket, and then he maneuvered you so that you were on all fours. Excited by this change of pace, you were already soaked, which made Steven chuckle as he pressed his fingers to the wet spot of your panties. “This wet for me already, darling?” You whined and tried to get more of him, inching backward, which only resulted in a harsh smack to your ass. “I don’t think you deserve to be fucked yet, love. I think I’m gonna make you beg for it, how’s that sound?” While his voice was deeper than usual, huskier, softer, he spoke casually, as if listing off things to get from the grocery store.

And he did.

He spent hours (at least, it felt like it) devouring you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with just his tongue and fingers, until you were a needy, pathetic mess for him, begging and pleading for him to take you. Only then did he finally give in and brutally fuck you until you were sure you’d never be able to walk again, praising you and whispering filth you’d never even dream of in your ear until you came so hard that you blacked out.

In the aftermath, as he wiped you clean, he pecked your lips softly. “You alright, love? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” It made you smile.

Watch out for the quiet ones, indeed.

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theravenclawlover · 1 year

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🎃Kinktober Day 26🎃

Day Prompt: Non or dubcon/Petplay/Leather & latex

Word Count: 923

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, unprotected sex, dubious consent (she's not aware of Marc's situation), "C" word usage, and my usual shitty writing.

A/N: This is very much unexplored territory, so yeah there's that. I've never written this type of stuff before, so I'm not sure how to feel about it. also, no, I won't be writing more stuff with the dub or non-con stuff. I did it with them because is a slightly different situation. this is my first and last attempt at this. so don't read it if this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable.

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Marc, Steven, and—unbeknown to them—Jake felt guilty. Jake not so much, but Marc and Steven were in shambles. And the problem was you. You were dating Marc, for almost six months according to Steven who was more aware of that than Marc. Not that you knew, and that was the issue. You didn’t know about Marc’s situation which technically was Steven’s and Jake’s situation. But at first, it wasn’t much of an issue. But the more the relationship progressed, it turned harder to keep stuff all…clear. When sex had entered the situation, Marc had tried to keep the body, tried to keep his mind with you, but the first time he’d cum inside of you he had lost himself and Steven had taken over. And Steven had almost died out of embarrassment and shame when he realized what had happened. In a miracle of the moment, you had been too blissed out to even notice the change. And the bigger miracle was that you didn’t notice the nights after that either. You were so fucked out, or in the middle of that, to notice how sometimes it was Steven the one eating you out, letting his tongue eat you out a lot more gentler before Marc took over again to go at it like a madman. Sometimes mid thrust Marc would close his eyes to allow Jake to overpower both Steven and Marc and he was the one to fuck you against to mattress while pushing down your head as he grunted into your ears, your moans filling him with the need to tell you just how much he loved fucking you when the other two got too overwhelmed. For Jake, fucking you was like a treat every blue moon, the other two bastards didn’t know about him yet, and there was something about the idea of letting them wonder what had happened.

And tonight it was no different from the other nights where you were nothing but unaware of who was making you cum, on whose cock you would be coming tonight. But Marc was the one who had your ass in the air as he watched how his cock plunged in and out of you, the slick of your cunt making him dizzy. And he was trying so hard to concentrate on you because he felt greedy, wanting to be the only one watching and feeling your cunt swallow him like a greedy thing. Like your pussy needed him to bury inside of you to the hilt, asking—begging—for his cum to be the one to fill you up tonight. But the more you clenched, the more you whined his name, the dizzier he felt, and then it was blank for him.

Steven opened his eyes to see you grip the sheets as you fucked yourself on his cock. He was quicker these days in grabbing your hips, biting his tongue, and just letting himself feel the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. You were beautiful, and his cheeks flushed at the sound of your moaning, even if it was not his name. He could pretend it was ‘Steven’ what you moaned, especially when you moaned and whined because that was how good he was making you feel. His fingers rubbed at your clit with experience, and he moaned at the feeling of your slick on them.

“So wet,” he whispered softly, barely audible, but you heard it.

“Yes—fuck—so wet, make me feel s’good,” you babbled as you threw your ass back faster against him, meeting his languid thrusts. The squelch of your cunt loud in the usual silence of his apartment.

Steven groaned at your response before he bit his tongue again, silently chastising himself for speaking. But the feeling of your cunt rhythmically clenching around him had him throwing his head back in a loud moan before it went blank for him.

You were begging for Marc to move faster, begging him to finally let you cum, stopping the teasing he’d been doing.

But Jake knew Marc wasn’t the one fucking you slow, that was the nerdy one. But he wasn’t Marc either, but he could rival Marc’s fucking. He’d done it many times.

His hand went for the back of your neck before he step a punishing pace to your pussy.

Your scream was muffled by the pillow as your hands dug their nails into his skin. Jake growled as he watched your ass smack against his hips as his cock fucked into you shallowly, fucking you with every inch of his cock.

He was very tempted to tell you how good your pussy was, what a good little slut you were, how cock drunk you were to the point you didn’t know you were being fucked by three men within the span of minutes. Sure, they all look the same physically, but that’s where the similarities ended.

But he stayed wordless as he growled and took the time to leave marks against your skin. That’ll let the other two wondering who the fuck had done it.

Jake felt it, the way your cunt was practically choking his cock, and with a few harsh strokes of his fingers to your clit, you came with a scream of an attempted word—Marc’s name he guessed. And just like that the feeling of his body ceased as he felt the tip of his cock and balls heat up, cum spurting in ropes inside of you.

And just like that, tonight you had been Jake’s.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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En la cine ||Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary: Jake invites you on a date and takes you to the cinema. Watching a movie turns into a steamy experience

Warnings: smut, minors DNI

Word count: 1988

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish Special note: @grossograsso - having worked on this fanfic was an honor, and we are happy to dedicate it to you on your birthday. The Paper Panda team wishes you abundant happiness and love. May all your dreams turn into reality and may lady luck visit your home today. Happy birthday to one of the sweetest people we’ve ever known. Thank you for being with us for almost six years, dear! Our hope is that you will enjoy this story ♥

Movie theater was where your brain was programmed through music, words, and actions. This was the place where you met many new wonderful role models for your world and imagination. The velvet plush seats with popcorn in your lap taught you more than school did, and you found it quite humorous.

Jake invited you to the cinema, and you gladly accepted, no matter what kind of film he picked.

In a short skirt and fitted t-shirt, you stood in front of the cinema, checking the time again on your smartphone; he was late, and the movie would start shortly.

"Wouldn't it be better if you waited inside so that you wouldn't get cold?" Jake asked as he walked up to you with his hands in his jacket's pockets.

Going out didn't appeal to him much. He was simply annoyed by too many strangers, especially when he was with you, but he was ready to do this for you only.

"Hi," you greeted him with a small nod of your head and a smile on your lips.

You hadn't been dating for long, just a couple of weeks, but his mystery and rather jovial demeanor were too alluring for you to resist; you were interested in what he had to offer.

After entering the theater, you asked, "What movie did you choose?"

As Jake opened the door for you, he admitted openly, "I didn't pick a movie at all," with a little shrug. "I wanted you to choose one so you could enjoy the whole date."

When you checked the repertoire, you selected an action movie and ordered a huge popcorn and two sodas.

Jake felt a huge sense of relief when you didn't pick a romantic comedy where he would have to hold you when you felt like crying, or care about the sad story on the screen.

After paying for everything, he followed you to the cinema hall to take your seats.

You chose the middle seats in the last row, the highest possible. You smiled sweetly at him after taking your seat.

Looking at your short skirt, Jake joked, "I see you got ready for that date. I kinda feel bad I took you to the movies."

Your cheeks blushed, and you cleared your throat before saying, "Jake! Don't be so rude!"

"Rude? Since I'm on a date with a girl who looks amazing in short skirts, it's worth complementing," he raised an eyebrow and gave you a soft smile. "The blush on your face makes you look gorgeous."

In response to his compliment, you smirked at him, making sure to tug your skirt down over your thighs. "You look handsome as always, and I'm glad you invited me."

"I'm glad you agreed to this date. I was worried you wouldn't like it," Jake said, taking a seat comfortably. His eyes still wandered to your legs and skirt despite everything.

You asked him if he felt well by your side to divert his attention. Because you were only a thing for a short period of time, you were constantly scared.

Jake knew he shouldn't act like this. It was obvious that you weren't a one-time thing, but he couldn't help but stare at you; all he wanted was to touch you.

He actually tried to keep the conversation going until the light went out so as not to freak you out.

Your tone was filled with excitement as you told him, "It starts."

A slow nod was given by him. "Yeah, la película está empezando."

As you sipped from your soda cup from time to time, you focused on the movie.

The skirt kept Jake from paying attention to the movie. Jake was just being Jake.

It didn't take him long to find a comfortable place on your leg for his hand.

It was a blessing that the screening room was dark, illuminated only by the screen's light.

The moment his palm touched your knee, you shifted a little, turning your attention to him.

While gently squeezing your soft flesh, he pretended that he was watching a movie.

A smile spread across your face as you returned to watching the movie.

Jake still pretended he was watching as the rough hand of his moved up your leg.

You let out a soft gasp.

Jake moved to you and whispered right into your ear, "Are you enjoying the movie?"

In an instant, you turned your head to him, nodding, but without saying a word so as not to disturb people in lower rows.

"Come on, you know you can talk. There are just a few people here. They won't hear you." Jake's hand slipped under your skirt instantly.

A gasp escaped your parted lips as your eyes widened. "Jake, what are you doing?"

"Estoy pasando un buen momento," he replied simply.

Putting your hand on his forearm, you asked him, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

As Jake moved his hand between your legs, he nodded, "Yes, I am. How about you?"

You spread your legs a little, gasping quietly, nodding your head. "Yhy, much, but you shouldn't, we're in public."

"Are you scared someone will hear or see us?" Jake asked.

Biting your lower lip, you nodded your head.

You had never done anything like that before; you had been in a few relationships before, but they were never that serious.

"No one will know a thing if you keep quiet," Jake instructed in a low tone of his. His curious fingers reached your panties and he began to slowly play with you through the fabric.

Again, you nodded your head and gasped, this time a little louder.

Jake only hushed you without stopping his actions. His only regret was not being able to see your pretty face fully.

As he placed his palm between your thighs, you instinctively bucked your hips.

In a chuckle, he moved your panties to the side so he could finally touch you without any barriers. Though you acted so innocent, he already sensed how wet you were, just for him.

As his fingers teasingly moved up and down your clit, you panted; you didn't care if anyone could hear.

As two of his fingers slowly moved into the tight pussy, Jake whispered, "Buena niña," into your ear. He shifted slightly in his seat and placed a few kisses on your neck.

There was no doubt Jake was a skilled man, and he knew exactly how to touch your starving body to make you moan. As you wrapped your arm around his neck, you parted your lips and gasped quietly. "Fuck."

"Want more?" Jake asked.

In a whisper, you replied, "Yes."

Jake kissed your cheek and moved away, licking his fingers clean as he did so. Oh, you tasted so sweetly.

As he sat in his chair, he worked on his pants before grabbing your arm to pull you onto his lap.

After being pulled by your shoulders, you got on his lap as quietly as possible. You smiled to yourself as you pressed your back against his torso; the situation was everything but what you had expected to happen on that date.

"Look at you. First you scolded me for complimenting your short skirt, then you jumped on my lap so easily," Jake whispered into your ear from behind.

Moaning, you bucked your hips against his crotch.

Your lips were immediately covered by his palm. "I told you to keep quiet. There are only a few people here, but they can still hear you," Jake groaned, biting on your earlobe.

As you kissed his inner palm, you nodded eagerly.

With an amused smile, Jake sat you on his lap fully, pushing his pants just a little bit further to free his hard cock. Despite enjoying the moment, he was surprised how easy it was to slip under that short skirt of yours, but he wasn't going to complain, quite the contrary.

Jake slowly pushed his cock into your tight hole while keeping your mouth covered. The other arm was tightly wrapped around your waist.

Having him manhandle you was blissful; you felt like a puppet he could control, but you savored every moment. His cock was thick and filled you to the brim.

Putting a hand under your skirt, you shifted your lacy pants aside, and of course, you rubbed your clit, letting out a moan.

As Jake quickly pushed your hand away, he announced he would be the one that gives you pleasure tonight. With his hips thrusted in you carefully, he began to circle your clit with his calloused finger, panting deeply right into your ear.

As you wrapped your arm around his neck, your hips bucked slightly to meet his thrusts. You cupped his jaw with your other hand and forced him to look at you before kissing him.

Jake kissed you back, tightly gripping your waist. As a matter of fact, he was glad that there were so few people watching the movie that night. As a result, he was able to pull it off much more easily. "Niña traviesa," Jake whispered against your lips.

"Harder," you pleaded against his lips as quietly as you could.

Only one thing you wished for was to change the uncomfortable position, but you knew that was impossible.

As Jake had little to no obligations against your wishes, he gladly picked up his pace as much as he could. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have to take you again in a more comfortable setting; your pussy felt amazing hugging his cock tightly, swallowing his entire girth.

As you rested your forehead against his cheek, you enjoyed the way he grunted quietly; it made you feel proud after all, you made him do that. As your pussy clenched around his cock for the first time, you whispered, "Oh my God, I'll cum. I want you to touch me. Fuck"

"Good. Buena niña," Jake praised as he thrust into you with his hand onto your clit again, abusing it. It was also apparent to him that he was getting closer to his climax.

You jerked up from his lap, his throbbing cock slipping out of you with a wet sound. You quickly straddled his lap again, took a hold of his dick, and pushed it back to your aching pussy. You wrapped your arms around Jake's neck tightly when you started going up and down on his shaft, stealing a messy kiss from him, panting like crazy.

He teased against your lips, "Don't hold back and we might still watch the movie."

"Fuck the movie," you gasped, kissing Jake again and muffling your groans with that. You snapped your hips faster and harder, enjoying Jake's fingers digging into your hips as he tightened his grasp on you.

"I'm gonna fucking fill you up," Lockley groaned, grabbing your hips and keeping you in a place while he filled your cunt with his thick cum.

To muffle your moans, you kissed and sucked on the side of Jake's neck. You started moving faster and faster after he spilled his seed deep in your pussy, until you reached your climax.

Your peak was intense like never before; shivers ran down your spine as you shivered in Jake's arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick, milking and coating it with your juices.

As Jake gently stroked your back, he praised you quietly. "You're such a good girl. Just so we're clear, I'm still not finished with you."

"I was hoping you'd say something like that," you told Jake as you kissed him, briefly letting your tongue dance with his.

Shortly after, you slipped off his lap and returned to your seat, pulling your skirt down and improving your outfit.

As he pulled his pants back in place, Jake smiled proudly. Taking care of you again was already his top priority after this stupid movie ended.

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Birds of the Same Feather, Fuck Together

SUMMARY: You had your own demons you needed to deal with on a daily basis. It was a good thing you had Steven, Marc, Jake, and even Khonsu to help you elevate your symptoms from time to time. PROMPT(S): “against the window? are you insane?”; “I thought we’d agreed to share her” CHARACTERS: Steven Grant x Wife!Reader; Marc Spector x Wife!Reader; Jake Lockley x Wife!Readerl; Khonshu x Reader WARNINGS: Smut. Unprotected P in V. Choking. Slight Exhibitionism. Creampie. Violence. Assault. Unhealthy Mental State. Marital Arguments. Shitty Work-Life Balance. Asshole Co-workers. Khonshu being...Khonshu. WORDS: 6,218 REQUESTED BY: @emmy626 A/N: Holy fuck was this long. Thought about separating each one of the boys for this one and a crack! one for Khonshu since I'm still a coward to write monster fucking with that man--but soon. real soon. Hope you guys enjoy~

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The thing about Steven was how gentle he could be, sassy at times, but oh so gentle when it comes to you. Now that most of the blackouts were resolved and understood, things in your shared apartment were more stable--at least for the most part. When you've met his other alters, you've learned to accept him for who he was, for all of who everyone was. Khonsu on the other hand, it took a while for you to accept him as part of the whole setup up, he might not be an alter, but there were times where the God of the Moon and Time.

You loved Steven, loved every single thing about him. Loved all his alternates the same way as him. Equally and irrevocably. It was a part of him that you can never leave without just as much as he could never.

"Brought you chocolates."

A smile broke from your lips the moment you stepped out of your office and he was the first person you had come face to face with. A box of chocolate in his grasp. His gentle smile resting on his features. His fluffy hair resting on his forehead and you were already aching to just brush your hands through them. Stepping closer to him, your free hand come to hold onto his own free hand as the both of you made your walk towards his apartment.

"How was work?" He inquired.

"Same old, same old." You sighed, not wanting to tell Steven about how much of an ass your boss was and how every single one of your co-workers were leaving their tasks for you to finish up while they continue on with their daily gossiping. It was getting on your nerves but you didn't have it in you to say anything--the pay was good, but it was getting too much some days. "Just happy I got to be with you for the weekend."

You were actually excited. Not only because you have the entire weekend to spend with your husband, but the fact that this weekend would mark your one year anniversary since you've two gotten married. Being to have him all to yourself was all you could ever need for now. You wrapped your tired arm around his waist, head resting on his shoulder as you both continued on your way back to your apartment. It was quite a long walk, better to have taken the bus, but you just wanted to spend some time with your husband instead of dealing with other cranky workers on their way home.

In the chaos of your shared apartment, you felt most at peace. Placing the box of chocolate your husband had given you on the table. You had made your way towards where your husband was in the kitchen. His focus had been on preparing tea for the both of you while you unwind for the weekend. You slipped your arms around his waist, relishing in his warmth and enjoying just being able to touch him like you did right now.

"You want to talk about it, Love?" He inquired to which had been how you both found yourselves cuddled on the sofa, ignoring the growing cold tea on the coffee table.

You finally spoke about your day, how much of a shitty people you had the misfortune of working with. You continued on with explaining how their constant ridiculing affected you mentally. You both needed the money, with the both of you wanting to save before you finally start a family, quitting was not an option. Not with the things going on with Steve and the rest of his alters.

Your husband listened, never once interrupting you, lips kissing your forehead whenever you felt the most frustrated during the anecdotes of today's work day as well as the nightmare of the past few weeks. His hands rubbed against your back, nails gently scratching against your back. When you no longer spoke, your face nestled against the crook of his neck, you tried to fight of the stress and it was in this moment your husband had pulled you on top of him, arms wrapped around you. The warmth of his touch slowly but surely elevating everything that has happened throughout the day.

In the silence, things turn more heated as you kissed him--hoping to forget the rest of the week and try as you possibly could to just focus on your husband. To act like you were just newly weds all over again. The life that was always been simple, the promises and the plans you had made for each other, the domestic bliss of your every day life with him.

"Come on Stevie, go harder on me. I won't break." You moaned, trying to urge your husband to fuck you harder on the sofa, but the fear in his eyes of hurting you still present in his features. This was your love, the man that would do anything and everything in his life to ensure you wellbeing was prioritized. It made you fall and fall more in love with him--but this moment, all you needed was to be fucked, thoroughly so.

"No." He continue to refuse, his hips more dangerously slow this time. "Please, take it slow and let me love you like you deserve to be loved."

Before you could plead for him, he thrusted inside of you up to the hilt taking the breath right out of you in the process.

His hands cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss. His movement continued on to be slow with an even pace. Ramming you right into the sofa, tears slowly ran down your cheeks at all of this pent up sensation you were feeling. The shitty weeks you had at work, how you never felt you were worth shit because of them--to this, to the look on your husband's eyes as he continuous to fuck you to whisper you praises, about the things you had never seen about yourself that he could see. He appreciates and hopes to God each day that you will never tire of.

"Come for me, Love." He pleaded against your lips, his movement growing faster, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, exactly where you need him to be. "Let go."

And you did, releasing in time for him to spill himself deep inside you. The sensation and all that the both of you had planned for the weekend finally placed you at ease. Pulling him on top of you, you could only smile, relieved to have this--to have him.

"You'll have your time with her." You heard your husband muttered making you turn to face him, amused with what he was arguing with his other alters this time.

"What is it this time?" You asked, rubbing his back, legs wrapped around his waist, still not prepared to have him pull away from you.

"Jake said, and I quote: 'I thought we’d agreed to share her', needy bunch they are." He muttered making you giggle and pepper your husband's face with kisses.

"Give me a few more minutes and you could share me all you want for the weekend." You assured him already feeling him harden back all over again for you.

"Why don't you say that to my face again instead."

Mid-argument, you wouldn't think Marc would front--but here he stood after you spoke the things you know you didn't even mean. The deep frown rested on his lips as he sat on the single-seat sofa in front of you. Arms crossed against his chest, legs spread wide and with you still standing he intimidated you to a fault. You didn't even know how the argument with your husband started. You were in the last leg of your patience when it comes to your co-workers, Steven wasn't helping as he continued to insist on you quitting. You couldn't not after things with whatever he was dealing with his alters aren't making much of a progress and your work was the only stable things the both of you had for a while.

It was questions about how he could provide for the two of you now, as he was banned from the National Museum after the stunt he pulled and you were certain he was blacklisted everywhere else within a 5-mile radius because of a bird brain for a God that fucked everything up for the both of them. You were angry, rightfully so for the people around you, but Steve didn't deserve it, now that you're facing Marc instead of him, you realized it as well.

You were quiet now, all the outburst you had in you had magically faded away. Embarrassment was quick to replaced all the anger you've felt.

"You got two options, either you calm down and we talk this through or keep talking and I fuck you into submission. Either option works for me and Steve doesn't seem to mind either way with the way you were talking to him."

You blinked, unprepared still for Marc to face you now.

"I'd like to see you make me, Spector." Your brain was yet to filter your stupidity and you found yourself manhandled by the man in one fluid motion.

Clothes torn up, naked and edged for the life out of you, this was the last thing you would have expected Marc to do with you.

"Hands against the window, Y/N." His order held no room for argument, but the fact that you were naked and could barely stand on your two feet after his torturous tongue and finger brought you over and over to the edge without any hope of end once again pulled the filter between your brain and your mouth.

"Against the window? Are you insane?" You questioned and Marc was quick to shove you face first into the glass window. A part of you was thankful your shared apartment was a good few floors up and the only chance either of you would get caught in this situation was if they looked up and focused on your floor's window.

The busy street of people heading home could not be bothered and you hope it would stay that way for whatever your husband has planned for you.

Hands resting against the cool window, you waited with bated breath for what he would do. His rough hands gently nudged you forward until you're practically glued to the floor ceiling window. You shivered at the sensation of the cold window against your nipples. Before you could turn to see what he has planned, the radiating pain against your scalp had your full attention as Marc fisted your hair and maneuvered your head until your cheek was smooshed against the window.

"Are you gonna continue to be difficult, Baby?" He inquired, the head of his cock lined against your entrance but he was yet to make any action of slipping in. "Because I can do this all day and not even break a sweat?"

You refused to say another word, not trusting yourself to say the right thing and stop the torture that was of your own doing. Instead, you shook your head, wanting to stop the never ending torture your husband was willing to throw at you without hesitation.

"Use your damn words, you love to use it to hurt us, remember?"

The first line of sob escaped your lips now. You didn't mean to hurt them, most especially Steven. You were projecting the anger you had from work to him, to everyone of them and it was finally coming to hit you in full force. You didn't mean to hurt any of them, it was never your intention. And you just found yourself crying and but unable to tell all three of them how sorry you were and how you would be compromising when the opportunity to do so finally arises.

Marc had now wrapped his arms around your torso, slipping deep inside you and a whimper was there to replace your sob. Relief of finally being able to feel him inside you. The familiar sting of his cock stretching you to your limit was slowly but surely helping you out of the darkest part of your own mind. Hands holding onto your waist as he continued to shove himself deep inside you.

All the anger and tribulation you had felt for the day had slowly faded away and your mind was brought back to the present. To this man, whose one and only intention in your relationship was to make you safe, happy, and sane to live the day to day as the world might see it fit.

His hips continued on slamming onto you, every intention on splitting you in half for all you were worth.

Your breath continued to fog against the window, no longer did you feel self-conscious with the little fact that there was a possibility someone could see the both of you.

Slowly, you could find yourself creeping into the familiar release, but as you felt your wall begin to tighten his movement begin to slow and you found yourself sobbing for him. Pleading for him for your release but it was left in deaf ears as he slowed his pace. He pulls out and you felt him move away from you, the absence of his warmth brought you further into tears now at this point. But you didn't move, no longer had any fight in you nor did you have any voice of protest to make.

You closed your eyes, listening for anything to give you a clue of your husband's whereabouts, for whatever plan he might have for you. You didn't have the strength to move, to turn and see him and prepare yourself for what he has left for you.

"What does it feel like when you don't have any control of yourself and of the situation that could be easily resolved with the right communication? Fucking hurts doesn't it?" Marc inquired. "Now think what I feel, what Steven feels, hell, even Jake is quiet when you said what you said." he spat.

"I'm sorry." The two words was all you needed to say before you were pulled back into your husband's arms finally pulling you in for the first kiss since the whole argument started. "I didn't mean to…it's just everything and everyone and I don't know what I need to handle first."

You continued to sob in the arms of your husband. He continued on to kiss you, slowly growing faint as he clung to you just as much as you did to him. He had his eyes closed now. A sigh of relief finally escaping his lips as he settled at you.

"We can't keep doing this, you can't keep using Steven as a punching bag when shit happens at work. We're here to listen, you know we are always here for you because we love you, through sickness and health, till death takes me first." He points out.

You found yourself snorting at his words, there was always this never ending joke between all four of you that they were far too certain with the fact that they would die first--may it be from whatever mission or job they might find themselves involved in, or whatever crazy illness or curse Khonshu might throw at them if he doesn't get what he wants. It scares you sometimes when you are alone at home and they are out somewhere, the reality of it actually happening--and yet you continue to choose to be a shitty wife just for the hell of it.

"I promise to communicate more." You whisphered after a moment. Finally having the words to say what you needed to. "I'll try and take less shifts if I can so I don't stress myself out."

"Good." He smirked eyes opening back up before he held you up by your thighs and thrusted into you, back slammed against the window and you feared that his strength could get the better of him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he finally returned to his former steady pace and from the way his brown eyes grow black as he was ready to chase his own release along with your own. Your breast squished against his chest as he practically glued himself to you as he continued to fuck your through the window. His breath grows rugged now, warmth fanning against your cheeks as you whimpered at the brutal pace that was bringing you right back up to the peak.

"Don't you fucking dare stop, Spector." You threatened before you finally stilled, muscles clenched, milking him for all it was worth. Relief washed over you, finally slipping into your much needed release.

"Fuck." He growled spilling deep inside you, before halting all together and resting most of his weight on you. "Promise me you're not gonna make Steven pull away." he whispered.

"Promise." You whispered, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. A promise you were now more than willing to make.

Unlike Steven and Marc, Jake wasn't about to stand around and let everyone step all over you. Nah, if anyone fucks with his girl, he fucked them right back. He didn't know exactly how it happened, but with him fronting and assigned to fetch you from your office, it was the biggest mistake Marc and Steven had ever decided to do for the day.

Unlike Marc or Steven--especially Steven, his eyes was not only focused on you the moment you had stepped out of the doors. He had eyes everywhere. He notices the smallest of details that Marc or Steven might have disregarded because of their focus solely on you. But not him, he loved you, adored you and the only woman he could openly admit he was more than willing to worship for as long as he was alive. He saw the smallest nudge one of your co-workers had done that almost had you missing your step had he not been quick enough to catch you.

He doesn't say much about what had happened, but he knew you didn't want to acknowledge it as much and fearing he might make a scene that would ruin whatever reputation you still had in the office you work in. But he remembers faces, got a few people he knows that might help with putting a name to those faces. He will deal with it later, his attention was solely focus on you at this point.

"How's work, Mi Amor?" He inquired, face softening with how you were quick to wrap your arms around his torso--ignoring the fact that the both of you were still standing in the middle of the reception hall.

"Tiring, but got shorter shifts for the next few months." You explained against his chest, pulling away an inch to crane your head to look right up at him. "Can't say the same for the rest of the colleagues that need to pick up what I'll leave behind." You shrugged.

"Fuck them." Jake spoke without an ounce of hesitation in his words, caring less now at this point if anyone in your office hears you.

"Now we know who she's spreading her legs for and why she's slacking."

Just like lighting, he moved, quick to place his hand around the man's throat. He could deal with you telling how much of a piece of shit your co-workers were. He could deal with how they constantly throw most of their own work right at you because you could and you wanted peace to remain in the office. But this, the filth in the man's words was the last thing he wanted to hear--the last thing he wanted you to hear.

"Jake, don't." You pleaded, holding on to his hand that still held onto the poor sorry ass excuse of a man by the throat, one single squeeze and he could break his neck without much of an effort.

"What's your fucking name?" Jake questioned, eyes solely focused on the man. The man who--from the wet puddle that formed on the floor and the wretched stench after, had pissed and shit himself. "Make me wait another second and I'm gonna make sure no one fucking recognizes your body when I'm done with you."

"Greg." The bastard whimpered. No longer was there the bravado from his initial statement.

"Here's what's gonna fucking happen, Greg. You and everyone that is in the fucking vicinity of my wife will not harm even a single hair on her fucking body, you will not speak shit that you do not even know about her, and the next time my wife comes home with tears in her eyes because you and the rest of your fucking flock of clowns that can't do their work properly--we're gonna have a talk." Jake's threats were what aroused both Marc and Steven out of whatever slumber the might have and what a fucking way to wake up to. Him, in the brink of breaking your co-worker's neck for your honor.

Hearing no verbal confirmation, he cracked his free hand, ready to beat him up just to get a point, but the piece of shit was practically crying and agreeing to whatever condition he might have and apologizing to you for all the shit he has put you through.

"Get out of my face, You puta." He spat finally letting go of the man's neck and watching him make a run for it.

The next thing he knows, he was held by the ear by you. Blushing profusely for the incident.

"Are you fucking serious, Lockley?" You snapped, dragging him out of the reception and into the busy streets of London, by the ear of all places.

"Gotta protect what's mine." He muttered rubbing his ear as soon as you let go.

"Protect me? You were practically pissing at me for your territory." You snapped, hands up in the air in your frustration. "I don't even fucking know if I have anything to go back to in the morning because of your stunt."

What he failed to tell you, and the rest of his alters was the small little fact that he knows your boss. And all the shit he's gotten himself involved with over the years, firing you would be the last of his agenda--especially if he knows who you were married to. He did not need to tell you that, knowing this was the safest job you could be in as of the moment--shitty co-workers, but safe from whoever might use you against him when the time comes.

"I think when they find out the shit he's saying, they're gonna turn a blind eye if you they want you to not report that for harassments." He shrugged as a matter of factly only earning an eye roll from you as you started walking towards the apartment with him following quickly behind. Marc and Steven's voices berating him for his action kept him company all throughout the journey back.

He knew perfectly well you were fuming, but not enough to actually explode on him--which was a surprise for once. He would have thought you would just lose it in the office. But somehow your 'conversation' with Marc a few days back finally got to you. Things around the apartment was getting more easy for everyone involved, less work meant less stress on your end which meant less tension back home when both of you just want to relax and sleep the night away.

He didn't realize the door to your shared apartment was locked until the moment he turned the doorknob.

"Really mature, Mi Amor." He muttered under his breath, pulling out the key from his pocket.

'I don't blame her for being annoyed. Not one bit.' Steven points out to which Jake just continued to ignore for now. It wasn't the time and the place.

He took his time walking inside your shared apartment. Initially it always screamed that of your place as well as Steven, but every since you had found out about him and Marc, you had made it a point to ensure that they were both included in everything in the place. You all had your own coffee cups, with names and all. Everyone had their own towels, toothbrush, hell even their own respective space in the closet and space in the vanity for whatever was in their vanity table. You made this place a home to Steven just as much for him and Marc and that made him fall more and more in love with you. He had his doubts, you know it just as much as everyone else did, but further and further, through all your own faults at times, you made him feel love when all he had known all his life was anger and hatred for the life they had for themselves.

Seeing no sign of you in the living room, he made his way to the bedroom, halting in his step at the sight of you undressing. His eyes glued to your supple skin, your bare ass that he wants nothing more than to mark with his handprint.

"Don't get your hopes up, Lockley. I'm still mad." You muttered slowly unhooking your bra, the last remaining article of clothing you had left.

"I ain't apologizing for keeping you safe, Mi Amor. You know me and you know my ways." He stood his ground and the fuck he would even dare apologize for it. You've dealt with worse without him knowing.

"If I told you to kill someone, you won't hesitate will you?" Your question was rhetorical but his silence was enough of an answer to your question. "Oh my god, that's not how it works in life, Jake."

"You spread your legs to me when I damn well please, but it is no one's business but our own." He snapped. "If you can't earn their respect from working hard and picking up their mess then fear will make sure they know their place in this food chain, Y/N. That is what the real world is like."

You simply rolled your eyes at him and made your way to the bathroom to which Jake was quick to follow, halting by the door frame and you turned on the shower without him, you were still facing him at this point. Defiance still written on your face.

"I'm serious, Jake. I'm not in the mood after your stunt in the office." You muttered but his eyes was focused on your soaking body from more than just the water washing over you. The wetness between your legs was more than that.

"I said nothing, Mi Amor." He smirked, eyes darkening at all of the idea he had for you.

"Jake…"

"I'm a starving man here, Y/N. I can look since I'm not allowed to touch." He smirked knowing it wouldn't take much to break you at this point.

"Just get in the shower, Lockley before I change my mind." You snapped finally turning to face away from him, hiding the evident blush now painting your features.

And that was how Jake found himself in, showering in a far too scalding temperature of the water and consumed by you and your kisses.

"We're gonna get the sheets wet!" You protest, barely dry from the shower you had with your husband as he carried you bridal style straight to bed.

"I'll change it after, don't worry about it."

All that was important in this moment was him and how quick he can have himself balls deep inside of you.

Somehow with you, now laid on the bed, your still wet hair fanned on the bedsheets, all he could ever want was this. The smile on your face, no matter what shitty thing he might find himself having to do for the sake of the agreement, here you were. With your own demons, but helped each and every part of him with his own--of the neglect and abuse he had to endure at the hands of his own mother for something he never intended to happen as a kid.

You didn't need much of a preparation, you were slick and ready for him. He pushed himself until he was balls deep inside you just like what he always wanted. He was rough, he held you by the neck. Not tight to cause you to lose conscience, but tight enough to constrict your airway. His other hand held onto your leg wide, until your knee was touching your shoulder. He pounded over you over and over again. The sound of the bed continued to squeak, the headboard slamming onto the wall over and over again, and your breathy whimper continued to escape your lips.

"I will kill anyone and everyone that would even think of looking at your general direction." He spat jerking himself over and over again deep inside you, the sensation of hitting your cervix brought him close to the edge. "I am Vengeance, for you and for whatever Khonshu would want from me." He snarled.

Letting go of your neck, he lifted your other leg and practically bent you in half as he continued to fuck you even faster, dragging you right towards the much needed release alongside him.

"Come on, Mi Amor." He growl. "Where is the fight in you?" He taunts. "Where is the fucking fight just moments ago when I threatened that sorry excuse of a man."

"I'm close." You sobbed instead, hand rubbing against your core and Jake just found himself watching. The desperation in your eyes as you continuous to chase your orgasm.

His spat all the profanities he could, how he owned you, how you will be painted in the blood of all of his enemies, and how he would make you watch him skin the next person that would even dare try to hurt you. How you tightened at the last two brought him into chaos and satisfaction.

"Fuck!" He groaned as you've finally found your release, how you were now gripping onto his like a vice and he continued on with his movement until he felt the first spurt then lines after lines after.

Your eyes rolled back as you finally stilled.

Silence lingered in your bedroom and only now did he hear the sound of his neighbor knocking to keep it down and something he chose to ignore for now.

He peppered your legs a few kisses before finally bringing them back down and rubbing your side while you come down from your high. You were panting just as much as he was as he finally pulled away with a pop and the sight of his cum pooling between your legs almost brought turned him rock hard all over again.

"You're staying here tonight." You pointed out finally turning to look at him. "If you even think of doing the stunt you've done in the office now, I swear to God I'll be the one to talk to Khonshu to kick your ass."

He rolled his eyes falling onto the bed and pulling you to his naked chest. He wasn't gonna do it.

"Promise me."

"I promise I ain't gonna leave the apartment tonight." he muttered.

"That's not what I want you to promise, Jake."

"I ain't gonna promise something I'm not gonna keep. I'm here tonight, in bed with you for your beck and call, so be happy about that." He grumbled.

"Jake!"

"One more word, Mi Amor and that mouth of yours will be busy with something else instead."

Silence. That's more like it.

"You're an asshole, Lockley."

Always wanting to have the last word.

Since you've learned about your husband's extra curricular activities every night, you've gotten more comfortable with late nights. The array of self-defense lessons you've gotten from both Marc and Jake had also been helpful. Steven was more into helping you talk your way out of numerous trouble you might find yourself getting involved in. Your confidence had been a little better now, no longer did you have your self-doubt about yourself and with how you work. You have your husbands to thank for it. You were trying hard to better yourself and help him with his own day to day trials and being able to be there for them when they need you the most was the first real reason why you needed to take the first step for your own betterment.

"I'm surprised they've let you out all on your own."

Turning from where you were walking, you know perfectly well the owner of the voice.

"Following me is far beneath you, Khonshu." You pointed out, gazing at one of the buildings to see him settled. "Never thought of you as a Voyeur too." You teased watching as the older God had descended down and surprisingly turned into the image of your husband.

"Still a worm, I see." He sneers to which you roll your eyes and continue on your walk to the convenience store for something to eat while your husband was out--well technically he was here, but you really are confused as hell if it's really him or if Khonshu is just fucking with you at this point.

"Still a bird brain I see." You quipped hearing him follow you far too close for you to be comfortable with--even if this was your husband. "Is that really my husband or is this another one of your party tricks?"

"Unfortunately, I have to carry this bag of potatoes back to you." He grunts.

You smiled, holding onto the God (your husband's) hand in appreciation. He might be a little grouchy from time to time, but you appreciate that he still cares for your husband and would rather he be taken home in his own terms than left to fend for himself. It seems the God has a soft spot for them.

You've made your way to the convenience store with your hand still holding on to his own, from an outsider's perspective, all they could see was normal and far too handsome man for his own good. But you saw differently from the reflection. You held onto your husband's rough but gentle hands but the reflection was showing that of Khonshu is his form. You should have been scared by such fact but you didn't. Your husbands trusted you enough with the truth of his line of work, and with all the rhyme and reason when it comes to the God, you know perfectly well he has a soft spot for you--you might just buy him his own set of stuff for the apartment when you have the free time.

"Brought you gummy worms as well." You point out once the both of you headed out of the convenience store with the plastic bag filled with far too many unhealthy snacks.

"Why am I not surprised."

"You'll love it, Birdman." You teased right back as the both of you finally made your way back to the apartment and handing Khonshu the bag of gummies, you had ordered him to strip to his underwear and sit on the bed while you inspect the damage of this night's mission.

"Is this a daily occurance for all of you?" He inquired, trying his best to keep a straight face while chewing the extremely sour gummy worms.

"I need to make sure there's nothing that needs stitches." You pointed out, lifting his arm seeing the bruises starting to form. "I know he's sort of--but not really, invincible at this point, but it helps me to know they're all fine." You explained, trying to feel for his ribs, checking if there was anything broken and you rose a brow at how the God who was still possessing your husband's breath had hitched at your touch.

You continued on with your inspection, the God no longer focused on his gummies, but instead on the way you were touching him. How your hands would be gentle still, fearing something might hurt or if he was sore. You rolled your eyes and pushed him down onto his back without much of a fight from him. He's got it bad.

"Get out of the body Khonshu so I could talk to my husbands." You requested, hand cupping the evidently growing erection confined in his boxers.

"A tease you are, Y/N." He muttered eyes rolling and the familiar scream of Steven was there to replace it as he sat up and ready to fight.

"Where am I?" He questioned looking at his surroundings before easing himself as he caught sight of you. "Love? What happened? I blackedout."

"Khonshu was nice enough to bring you guys home." You assured. "Kicked him out of your body before he gets any funny ideas." You continued.

"A tease!" You and your husband turned to see Khonshu floating by the window watching your conversation.

"I knew you were a voyeur, Birdman." You teased confusing your husband further and Khonshu finally decided he has enough and left you both alone for some much needed privacy for the night.

You'll thank him some other time.

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