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*Steven, Marc and Jake sitting in jail*
Steven: So who should we call?
Marc: I’d call Konshu, but I feel safer in jail
Jake: I can get us out
Both Steven and Marc: no killing
Jake: I can’t get us out
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catnip2554 · 2 years
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is STEVEN TIME <3
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mandofury · 2 years
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Steven: *is wearing silk pants and checking himself out in the mirror* How does this look?
Marc: Like it slips on and off real easily.
Steven: *blushing*
Marc: No wait, I didn't mean it like that-
Jake: *in a teasing tone* Oh, we know exactly what you meant love.
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atlasscrumpit · 2 years
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Jake: It's worrying how many hard kinks I have
Steven: Oh? I can give you a massage, are the kinks in your neck?
Jake looking at his precious angel: Mi amor never change
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j4yb1rds · 2 years
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really wanna write a fic where marc and steven are pining for each other and jake is there but they don’t know him yet, they just kinda know there’s a third alter, and jake is like really infatuated with steven (as one would be) and starts leaving little gifts in the mail like letters or flowers at their door and steven is like “secret admirer??? :0” marc is so jealous literally fuming and jake is just having a great time making steven smile and marc annoyed
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later-gators · 1 year
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just a little part of a WIP i have. i have many of em, tbh.
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gingertea116 · 2 years
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fossilmaw · 2 years
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I have…no excuses for this. I saw the outfit and immediately thought ‘huh, Steven would look real good in this’
Enjoy, ya filthy fuckers
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serenyetis · 1 year
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Moon system sandwich #1 with jake in the middle 😘
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hawkeyelover · 2 years
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don’t you hear me howling babe
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Jake and Steven have a little fun behind Marc’s back.
(Mature themes, but nothing too explicit.) Teen and up.
Jake slots his mouth over his own, hot and heavy and utterly delightful. There’s no careful hovering or soft touches, but languid, molten movements dripping with confidence. A firm hand clutching his hair tight enough to ache, not pulling, just holding him in place to secure him. The other hooks under the bend of his knee and grips the soft underside of Steven’s thigh to hitch up a leg around that lean, muscled waist.
He’s certainly not shy, or delicate, barely giving Steven a moment to breathe, as he drops his whole weight on Steven from chest to hips. It makes his head feel fuzzy, the steady pressure like a reminder, a threat, a way to keep him pinned, like the forearm that plants itself next to his head and boxes him in.
“Jake—“ Steven says, muffled, into Jake’s mouth, but he just swallows that too, every moan and breath and plead, taking it all greedily like a man starved. His tongue fucks Steven’s mouth steadily, in sync with the steady grind of his hips driving him into the bed.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Jake growls into his mouth, pushing the words down his throat with the insistent curl of his tongue. Teeth dig relentlessly into his lower lip, and the pain makes Steven’s back arch up into the hard line of Jake’s body.
His eyes roll back into his head when Jake sucks his lip into his mouth, dragging out hard enough for a canine to catch the corner of his mouth. Steven tastes copper and realizes faintly that’s he’s bleeding, and a strangled moan catches in his throat when Jake laps it up with a rough tongue and a deep groan. His whole body spasms on top of him like the taste of Steven’s blood excites him, the fingers on his thigh flexing hard enough to bruise.
He squirms fruitlessly, barely moving an inch or two, well and truly trapped. There’s heat on his throat, just over his pulse, and Steven’s nails dig into broad shoulders when there’s teeth and tongue and sucking—
“F-fuck,” he whimpers, into Jake’s ear, who gives an especially hard thrust downward at the sound.
A knock at the door that makes Steven feel like he’s just been doused in ice water. “Hey, Steven?”
It’s Marc, because of course his timing is impeccable as always. Steven can feel Jake grin with all of his teeth against the side of his neck.
“Yea—“ It comes out way too high pitched, and he clears his throat to try it again. “Yeah?”
“You seen Jake? I need to talk to him.”
“I—augh, uh,” his words wobble pathetically when a devious tongue traces the shell of ear and sharp teeth nip at the lobe, tugging at it.
“Uhm,” Steven squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pull his muddled thoughts together,” I, uh, no, s-sorry, mate.”
A hard kiss presses itself under his jaw, like a reward.
There’s a brief pause. “You okay in there, buddy?”
Fingers twist tighter in his hair, pulling his head back forcefully to expose the column of his throat for a relentless attack that nearly has Steven finishing right there in his sweatpants.
“Y-yep!” The flat of a hot tongue laves across his collarbone and he smacks Jake’s shoulders, furious. The other man says nothing, but he can feel the warm breath of a dark chuckle in the dip of his neck just above the neckline of his sweater. “I’m, uh—“, the hand on the back of his thigh trails up high at an alarming speed, “a-aces!” Steven clamps down on a moan when the hand grips the meat of his ass and squeezes hard, forcing him to grind up against Jake’s hips.
“You sure?” Marc sounds hesitant, like’s he got one hand on the knob.
Steven honestly wishes he could kick at this devilish, awful man, but he’s got no leverage pressed down like this on the sheets. He settles for clamping a hand over that sinful mouth and trying to push Jake’s head away long enough to respond with something that isn’t half-garbled. He almost regrets it when Jake tries to bite at his fingertips.
“Yep! Pinky promise!” Jake’s teeth dig playfully into the meat between his thumb and forefinger. Steven yelps.
“Steven?”
“N-nothing! Sorry!” Steven pushes the insistent hands away from his person, only to have his own hands pinned with a vengeance. “Uh, d-dropped something—that’s all!” He cranes his neck as far as he can away from Jake’s mouth when he tries to kiss him again, clearly having grown impatient.
“…right. Lemme when you want dinner, ‘kay?”
His hands are suddenly held in one grip instead of two, and the other hand clutches at his jaw to yank him in and pry his lips open. “Mmph! Mmm hmm!” Steven tries to sound as affirmative as he can with another tongue in his mouth that’s busy exploring his molars.
Steven rips away from Jake with a gasp. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you!” He whisper-yells indignantly.
“Te ves adorable cuando estas enojado.” Jake smirks, a crooked, self-satisfied thing that makes something in Steven’s stomach flutter.
“You can cut the suave Spanish right now, mate,” he snaps, then blinks helplessly. “Er. What was that?”
There’s no response but the taste of Jake’s laugh in his mouth.
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nyan-koii · 2 years
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sorry but like i portray jake’s obsession for steven like how gomez is deeply in love with morticia “look at him, i would die for him, i would kill for him,” those breaths he always takes in everytime they make eye contact with each other and those worshipping,,,, yeah man
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Jake: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Marc?
Marc: … No.
Steven: I do!
Jake: I know, Steven.
Steven: I’m sad!
Jake: I know, Steven.
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catnip2554 · 2 years
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mysteryqueenshurley · 9 months
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🌙
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atlasscrumpit · 2 years
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Steven had been feeling nervous an insecure all day. He was just so exhausted and all he wanted to do was cry.
Jake and Marc could definitely see it.
"Mi amor, let me take control so you can rest." Jake whispered as Steven entered their apartment.
"It's okay Jake, I'm alright. Maybe I'm just tired." Steven muttered trying his best to keep it together.
"Buddy, we all share a body. We know what you're feeling." Marc said as Steven stopped and played with his hands nervously.
"I don't know why I'm like this, I'm scared." Steven whispered holding back his tears.
"Mi amor, lay down. We can go inside the mind and help you rest." Jake said as Steven nodded slightly and went to lay on the bed.
Marc helped him give up the body.
Suddenly Steven woke up in the same room but he knew it was inside of their mind because he saw Jake and Marc in front of him.
He pulled his knees to his chest and looked away from them.
They both knew that meant he wanted cuddles but was too nervous to ask. They'd gotten to know Steven's body language pretty well.
Jake and Marc looked at each other and smiled before sitting on the bed as well.
"Lay down Steven." Marc whispered as Steven nodded and laid down. Marc laid in front of him and let Steven cling onto his shirt.
Marc wrapped his arms around Steven's body.
Jake pressed himself against Steven's back and wrapped his arm around him too.
"We've got you." Jake whispered as Steven closed his eyes.
He didn't think, he just laid there with them and enjoyed being protected.
"I love you both."
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j4yb1rds · 2 years
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the avengers meeting steven, marc and jake, but they’re in their own separated bodies
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