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“I’m stealthy, like a ninja.”

@kingofscoops 30th Birthday Bash day five: skill: free space // color: free space concept: Steve, the "King of Scoops"

Tummy

Warnings: none, fluff, talk of insecurities, slight angst

Gn reader

An: I have returned and gayer than ever Masterlist

Steven

Steven’s always been slightly insecure

His hair was always too messy, his tend to ramble was embarrassing, and his hobbies and interests were too nerdy

And all of that was magnified when you started dating

He always thought ‘maybe this is what makes them leave me’ whenever he saw or did something he didn’t like about himself

The one thing he always liked about himself was that he was always somewhat muscular

He had decently toned abs and a respectively hard chest

So when he found he started growing a tummy, he was certain you would leave him

He started trying to hide it the best he could, hoping he could delay the imagined inevitable

He wore darker colors, cut back on the snacks he was eating, and started walking in the early morning

But nothing really worked

And he was noticeably upset about it

Ask him about it if he’s still upset after a few days

He’ll try to pretend it’s Donna being a bitch

Key word: try

He could never lie to you and keep with it

He would feel so guilty, he could never forgive himself for hiding anything from you

Sit him down and talk through his concern

Give him a kiss whenever he starts stuttering or trying to shy away from you

When he explains is worries, hug him

Hug him like his life depends on it

Tell him you love him and all his quirks and hobbies

And his tummy

Explain to him that having a bit of fat on his stomach or some extra pounds is ok

He knows it’s ok, he’d never insult someone for how they look or weight, but he needs to know it’s ok for him

He needs to know the things that make him who he is, you love every single one

He might start crying, so give him a kiss the top of his head

And tell him he’s beautiful

Every relationship he’s had has ended in flames, but he genuinely, wholeheartedly thinks that all of those failed relationships has led him straight to you

And he couldn’t be more ecstatic to have a domestic future with you

Marc

Marc already doesn’t like himself

He hates himself, actually

He sees himself as a terrible, dangerous person that doesn’t deserve happiness or love

So when he starts dating you, he doesn’t know if he should be proud or sad about it

What if you’re only dating him because you’re dating Steven and Jake?

What if you’re only with him out of pity of his sad, depressing life?

He’s always looking out for the day you fall out of love with him or reveal you never loved him

And it keeps him up at night

And then he found his tummy

Normally, he wouldn’t be upset by this

He knows weight gain is normal and as you grow and your environment changes, it can effect the way your body processes food and works

But he can’t help but feel so sad about it

What if this is the straw that breaks the camels back and you leave him?

He couldn’t handle that

He loves you with his entire being, how could he go back to living a life without you?

Marc isn’t good at hiding his emotions so you pick up on his shift in mood immediately

Ask him what’s wrong as soon as you notice he’s upset

He won’t be inclined to talking about it, he’s not used to it, but he’ll know you’re worried and that’ll help

Eventually, he’ll go to you on his own, so just be patient and occasionally remind him you’re here for him

When he does talk to you about his insecurities, he’s gonna avoid looking at you

Hold his hand and wait for him to finish

Maybe rub his back or place a hand on his knee, but don’t say anything

When he’s done, give him a 

“Baby, it just means you’re happy, healthy, and being taken care of”

Oh

He’s gonna cry cause he knows you’re right

He is happy and healthy because how could he not be?

He’s with you

Give his nose a kiss and hold his face

Squish his cheeks and he’ll smile and hold your hands to his face

He’ll give them a kiss before pulling you into the tightest hug

To make him feel a little better, poke at his sides and tickle him

He’ll start laughing and tackle you to the couch, rolling around in pure happiness

After Layla, he didn’t think he could be with anyone again

His life was too dangerous and he thought he didn’t deserve anyone

He didn’t want to ruin someone else’s life, his was already depressing and full of death, what kind of man would he be to subject someone he loved to that kind of life?

But then he found you and you changed his entire world view

And by god he’s never letting you go

If he had the chance to redo anything in his life, he’s comfortable saying he wouldn’t change a thing

Because it all led to you

Jake

Jake takes pride in his appearance

He always makes sure his hair looks good before and after he has his cap on

His suit is always well taken care of, never folded or hung up without the proper covering

And now that he lives in a stable home with you, he has a skin care routine

And while Jake knows having some tummy and fat on your bones doesn’t mean you’re out of shape or not fit, having that extra meat on his bones is not how he sees himself as fit

He tries everything to work off his tummy, but it persists

And he’s so genuinely upset

He kinda pulls away from the relationship, unintentionally, but it happens

He focuses on why he can’t lose the few extra pounds he gained and solely on that, momentarily abandoning your relationship

When you confront him about it, it’s after you’ve realized why he’s upset

You caught him in the mirror frowning at himself and poking his stomach

It broke your heart

You’ll confront him about in the the morning while you two still lay in bed

“Jake?”

He’ll hum in acknowledgment but keep his eyes closed

“I love you.” “Te amo, mi amor.”

“Jake?” “Hm?” “I love you.” “Yo también te amo, cariño.”

“Jake.” You’ll cup his cheek. “I love you.”

Jake will open his eyes, slightly concerned

Why’d you say it so... heavy?

Like you meant something behind it

“Cariño?” “I love. You. All of you.”

Oh

Ow

His heart

He’ll smile and place a hand over yours, only moving it to place a kiss on your palm

“Thank you, mi amor.”

Later in the day, tell him he still looks as hot as ever, if not more and he’ll kiss you passionately

He’s never been in a relationship, at least not a romantic one, so this relationship means the entire world to him and you being there for him, comforting him over his anxieties is something he would never let go

It feels so domestic and he could tear up at the thought of having a future with you

Te amo, mi amor - I love you, my love

Yo también te amo, cariño - I love you too, honey

Cariño - Honey

Mi amor - my love

How the Moon Boys react when you send them a spicy picture (Fem!Reader edition)

Steven Grant x fem!Reader Marc Spector x fem!Reader Jake Lockley x fem!Reader (The male!Reader edition is coming soon, but since I’m still busy with uni and I want to do it justice it might be a while)

Warnings: Lingerie, mentions of masturbation and a vibrator, allusions to sex, (PiV), drinking mentioned (though never specified whether it is alcohol)

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Steven Grant

Ever since Steven had mentioned how much he liked receiving pictures from you you have started to send more and more of them. And I’m not only talking spicy pictures here, more often than not you’d send him a pic of the salad you were eating for lunch, the new popcorn you had just picked up for your next movie night together, or a cute animal you saw in the tree outside your office.

But on bad days, the days where Steven called you during his lunch break and the sound of his voice told you that Donna or some costumer had walked all over your sweet boyfriend, you send him a picture of yourself. Sometimes an old selfie of just you or the two of you together to remind Steven of better times, sometimes a snapshot of you at work, at the store, or wherever else you happened to be.

And oh boy, today was a bad day. You had the day off from work to meet up with some old friends who were visiting London for a day and were currently doing dishes before getting ready to go out when your phone lit up with a message from Steven. Though Marc and Jake used the same phone as well you could always tell when it was Steven texting you, there was just something about the way he worded his texts that made his voice shine through more than should be possible with a few simple letters. I can’t call you during my break today, love. Donna has put me on inventory again and unless I wanna stay the whole night I’ll have to get started. Love you, miss you <3

That just wouldn’t do, you quickly decided. After shooting him a quick reply and finishing the dishes you headed over to your wardrobe to pull out what you liked to call your ‘secret weapon’, a dress you knew would drive Steven wild, one that showed just a hint more cleavage than you usually wore. In a hurry you stepped out of the pair of your boyfriends’ shirt and boxers you had grabbed in the morning and rummaged through your drawer to find a matching set of panties and a bra.

Is this too much?, you texted Steven, accompanied by a picture of you in front of the mirror in the dress with your hair pulled up. Or maybe too little?, you followed just seconds later, not giving Steven time to reply. The picture you sent this time was, in your own opinion, among the best you had taken of yourself. A hint of your arse was visible in the mirror, not at all covered by the white lace tanga you had chosen, but the highlight was the bra. You knew that Steven, most of your boyfriends, was a boobs-man, and you knew that he had a particular fondness for the bra you had chosen to wear. Just like the tanga it was white, mostly lace with a bit of satin, a tiny bow rested right between your breasts, which were covered not only in lace, but also small glittery stones that caught the sunlight streaming. The two satin straps that ran across your tits only highlighted your assets, made them seem bigger, rounder, and sexier. A proud smile settled on your face as you pulled the dress over your head again before setting out to do your makeup.

It took Steven a while to reply, he was probably busy with inventory and Donna rarely gave him a chance to check his phone, but once he finally answered the wait had been worth it. Love, my love, my darling, my gorgeous girl. You look amazing. I love the dress, it’s stunning, his first text read.  A smirk grew on your face as you realised that he had probably not seen the second picture yet. No!  Bloody hell Are you trying to kill me? Honey You look bloody amazing  Is that what you’re wearing to have tea with your friends?  I can’t stand being stuck at the other end of town knowing you’re wearing that What have I done to deserve you?

Okay, maybe you were a little bit cruel for making Steven suffer at work, but you knew that it gave him something to look forward to in the evening, and ensured that he would get the sweetest of rewards once he came home to you.

Marc Spector

Marc had been gone for days, and of course you missed him, you missed all of them, but it wasn’t just that. You weren’t exactly proud to say it, but you were incredibly horny, and even your trusty vibrator, all the tricks you had perfected before you meeting your lovely boyfriends, didn’t help. So finally, out of pure need and desperation, you texted Marc at exactly ten minutes to midnight. Are you still up?

It didn’t take him long to reply with a simple yes. You knew that when your boys went out on a mission it almost always went the same way: Marc fronted for most of it, barely sleeping, only eating when necessary, and most definitely not drinking enough water. Steven fronted when his help was needed, mostly meaning his brain but sometimes he’d be a secret weapon in a fight as well. And as for Jake, he usually stayed put, only fronting in emergencies or when he knew that Marc or Steven needed a break. That being said you knew that it was Marc who would answer your text before you even send it, and you knew just bow to get Marc to do what you want him to do.

I miss you, you continued, step by step planning how to get Marc to his breaking point. I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home before you know it. You shook your head as you reread his message. Nope. Not good enough. Marc, I need you. Now that usually worked, only of course today of all days it didn’t. I have a little friend here, but he just can’t do what you do. You knew that Marc would be able to tell that you were referring to the vibrator he had used on you on several occasions, but still your boyfriend remained stoic, probably opting not to answer your texts until the next morning, until you were being more reasonable.

“Alright, Spector, you asked for it,” you whispered to yourself as you opened the camera on your phone and got into position. You could practically see the scene in your head. Marc’s phone would buzz again, he’d glance at it for a second, probably already sure he’d ignore it, when he saw it was a photo from you. Finally he’d be tempted enough to open it. You knew that the moment he laid eyes on the picture, on you in what used to be one of his favourite shirts until it had shrunken in the wash, now making it barely bigger than a sports bra, laying on your stomach on his side of the bed with your arse arched into the air and only a thin bit of cloth covering your nether regions, he’d run a hand through his hair.

“Baby, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?,” he asked as soon as you answered the phone, his distress and need obvious in his voice. You bit your lip as you shook your head, a sly grin on your face. “I really don’t. But why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me if you were here right now?” As Marc’s voice picked up again your hand drifted to your vibrator, hoping that with the help of Marc’s voice the little device would work wonders once again.

Jake Lockley

You knew that sending Jake a spicy picture of yourself never ended well for you. You had tried it only once and had spent the entire following day in bed, not feeling your limbs even after hours, and the rest of the week walking funny. Jake had simply been insatiable that night and as much as you had loved it, it wasn’t something you could just repeat casually. So you never send Jake any pictures. But that didn’t mean that you never took any.

“Just continue to swipe through the photos, I’ll get us something to drink,” you said as you got up from the sofa, leaving Jake alone with your phone and the photos you had taken during your recent girls’ trip with your friend. You returned just a minute later, only to find the smile on Jake’s face replaced by an unreadable expression. “Is everything alright?,” you asked as you set the glasses and the bottle on the table. Instead of simply answering your question, Jake turned the phone around to show it to you. “Care to explain, princessa?” Heat rose to your cheeks. “It’s just a picture, no big deal.” You knew full well that it was more than just any picture, it was a picture of you sitting on the windowsill at your air b&b, your face barely facing the camera, tight black jeans highlighting your thighs and hips. Oh, and the oversized shirt you had borrowed from your friend was unbuttoned, leaving your skin on display with only a tiny black lace bra covering your breasts where the shirt had fallen open.

Jake didn’t say anything for a while. He handed the phone back to you and took a sip of his drink. Though you had gotten better at reading Jake, it was still difficult and tonight was one of those nights you had no idea what was going on in his head, all you knew that the man sitting next to you was still Jake, even without words the way he held himself gave him away. “Why?,” he finally asked. “Why did you take that picture? You didn’t send it to me, not Steven or Marc either. Is there someone else? Did you take that picture for someone else?” Your eyes widened in shock. The possibility that Jake would come to that conclusion hadn’t even crossed your mind. Did he not see how much you loved him, loved all of them? “Jake, no! No, no. Baby, no. There’s no one else, I swear. It’s just... I told you that my friend’s boyfriend broke up with her a couple of weeks ago, and she was feeling bad about herself, wasn’t feeling beautiful, and confident, and sexy anymore, so I thought a sexy photoshoot would show her just how stunning she is, and in return she wanted to take a couple of pictures of me as well.” You reached for his hands and lifted them up to press gentle kisses to each of them. “I forget about them, to be honest, didn’t think they were even worth sharing with you guys, there are better pictures. But Jake, you, Steven, Marc, you’re the only men in my life, the only ones I would ever send spicy pictures of myself.” Finally his gaze lifted again, his eyes met yours. Though you knew that there was still some doubt deep in his heart, some part of him that didn’t dare believe that you actually loved him, a smile played on his lips. “Te amo, princessa. I love you more than any words in any language can describe.” You let go of his hands to unite your lips in a sweet kiss instead. “Te amo, Jake.”

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Okay, so the Jake part went way off track, but he’s usually portrayed as this tough guy and I just wanted to show a more sensitive and sweet side of him.

Let me know what you think!

No thoughts, head empty. Just them hugging and being overjoyed to be back together again

The Moon Boy’s React to You Calling Them “My Life” in Their First/Second Language

A/N: First fic on this blog!! Wooo! Hope you like it <3

Warnings: none, major fluff, slight angst?, I used Google Translate so I apologize if anything is incorrect!!

Gender neutral reader, but use of prince and princess in Spanish

Steven

Steven had never felt such joy in his life besides when he first asked you out and you said yes

He was just walking into your shared apartment, a tired yet relieved look on his face

Donna was up his ass all day and it really pissed him off, but coming home to you made the tension in his shoulders and frustration disappear 

“Hi Elliott, how was your day?” “Hi ma vie, it was alright. How was work?”

He stops breathing. Straight up. He just stands there and stares at you

He knew French was a common language and mostly used for it’s romantic sound, but it was coming from you

You learned a little bit of French just to make him happy and he fell harder in love with you for it

He knew you loved him, of course he did, how could he not?

You made that it very clear every second of the day from your random cute texts to making him tea just before he enter the door from work to the randoms love notes you place all over the apartment, but to call him your life? Oh his heart

He melted on the spot, he’s literally just a puddle

After he calmed his heart and tamed the ferocious blush on his cheeks, he tackles you in a hug, peppering your face with kisses and grinning like an idiot. An idiot in love.

"Mon ange, mon amour, mon cœur, mes étoiles c'était incroyable! Je vous aime!"

Marc

Oh baby boy

Touch starved baby boy

He wasn’t use to displays of affection, platonic or otherwise

His poor little heart

He had just gotten back from getting lunch for you and him, he was not ready for the bomb you were about to drop on him

He didn’t have a bad day per say, he was just so mentally tired, he almost didn’t recognize the Arabic passing through your lips

“Hey Y/n, I got you your favorite.” “Hayati, thank you! Did you grab the mail on your way up? I’m expecting a package and-Marc? Are you ok?“

Look what you did, you made him cry

He hasn’t even closed the front door before he’s crying and staring at you

You got up to make sure he was physically ok when he collapsed in your arms, desperately grabbing at your shirt and pulling you oh so close

He had never felt so loved, so appreciated, so soft

You life? He’s your life? Really?? You promise??

He was always so scared of messing up your relationship, but this eased any insecurities for at least a week

“Ana ahibuk.”

Jake

Jake is the most romantic alter, Steven coming in close second of course, but when Steven isn’t getting you flowers or sending you little notes, Jake is picking up a little more around the apartment, making you food, and giving you messages

He has such a bleeding heart for you, you don’t understand

He would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask

After a particulaly long night protecting the travelers of the night, he came home all bruised and tired

You had just sat down when he came plopping himself next to you and laying his head in your lap, ignoring the aching and pounding in his limbs and head

“Holà, príncipe/princesa.” “Holà mi vida! I got some pizza on the counter if you want any ok?“ “What?” “There’s pizza on the counter from your favorite place downtown and-” “No, no, no before that, what’d you say?” You didn’t even get a chance to respond

Jake had sat up and kissed you like you were his only source of oxygen

Hearing his first language on your tongue sent shock waves of happiness and love down his spine, he couldn’t even feel his sprained wrist and multiple broken ribs anymore

After he was done taking your breath away, he rested his forehead on yours

“You mean that? ¿Realmente significo tanto para ti?” “I love you, Jake, of course I mean it.”

Jake was down bad and by the wide grin and love sick sigh, he was more than happy to roll over and dive deeper in love

Fist of Vengeance be damned, he was so soft for you

“Te amo mi principe/princesa. Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado.”

Ma vie = My life

Mon ange, mon amour, mon cœur, mes étoiles c'était incroyable! Je vous aime = My angel, my love, my heart, my stars, that was amazing! I love you

Hayati = My life

Ana ahibuk = I love you

Holà, príncipe/princesa = Hi, prince/princess

Holà mi vida = Hi my life

¿Realmente significo tanto para ti? = Do I really mean that much to you?

Te amo mi principe/princesa. Eres lo mejor que me ha pasado = I love you my prince/princess. You are the best thing that’s happened to me

🃏🌙

Steven :3 but he's a jester

3am and thinking about IT guy Steven.

Imagine, he’s wearing stupid tight colourful bottoms with his patterned shirts tucked in and glasses perched on his nose as he squints at the back of your work computer, body hunched over your desk as he fiddles with the wires. He doesn’t realize what all the wiggling is doing for your view as you sit back and watch him attempt to fix the computer which - you definitely broke on purpose. You wanted the cute IT guy with the messy curls and endless brown eyes to strut around your cubicle again under the guise of him fixing your tech issue.

He doesn’t know you know your way around technology, has no idea you intentionally ripped out a cord and swapped the Ethernet cables. Has no idea you unplugged your keyboard and hid the USB port in the tangle of cords in the back, just to see him search for it with that furrow between his brow that you love to watch, that you love to imagine smoothing out with your thumb.

He’s wearing these stupid red glasses that he keeps pushing up his nose, his nose. His nose belongs on a sculpture, his likeness chiseled behind the unruly curls and awkward posture. He has no idea the effect he has on you, as he rambles on about the new laptops everyone’s being issued, with the new processors he had been bothering Donna about all year until she finally caved, something about not wanting to hear him yapping about it anymore.

Eventually, when you want to thank him for fixing your very easily fixable issues but took him over half an hour to figure out, you back him into your desk and purr out a ‘thanks’ and watch him get flustered under your attention, eyes widening at you comically. Later, you find yourselves making out in the basement of the building, where his office is, surrounded by unorganized cables and piles of laptops that need tinkering. You don’t pay them any mind when the cute and nervous IT guy is finally figuring out your configuration, seeking out your hard drive ;)

Hyper fem reader and Steven mood board cuz I’m bored.

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"They're very different people. But when it matters they are there for each other."

#TeamStonathan

First Kiss

Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst for Steven

Gn Reader Masterlist

Steven

From the start of his day, Steven was in a terrible mood

First he woke up really late and wasn’t able to eat breakfast or get coffee so he was extra grumpy and tired

Then Donna yelled at him for being late and made him stay late after work to take inventory

Then at lunch he dropped his sandwich and had to wait in a really long line to get another sandwich but by the time he got it, lunch was over

Then an elementary school class toured around the museum and was so so loud, making his head pulse and ache

Then he had to wait in the rain for his bus and he was squished beyond belief between a really smelly guy and a mom holding a crying baby

And then he finally got home and plopped on his bed only for his phone to remind him that he had a date with you

Immediately, his headache faded and his tiredness morphed into excitement

His missed lunch and overtime would be all worth it when he sees your face

But just as he walked out of his flat, he got a text from you saying you would be late

That’s fine, he’ll just go now and order some drinks while he waits

But then 30 minutes later you texted and said you would be longer than planned

That’s ok, he’ll just get some appetizers

And a refill

And some more appetizers

Maybe he should just order your food now and nibble at it until you show up

Maybe he should just eat

Maybe he should go home...

He tried texting you for the past 2 hours, but you weren’t answering

Maybe something important came up

Maybe your boss is being a dick and keeping you late

Maybe... Maybe you didn’t want to come

Maybe this was your way of breaking it to him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore

Feeling completely dejected and rejected, Steven payed the bill and left, ignoring the pitiful stares of the wait staff and customers

He tried texting you one more time before starting the long, depressing walk home

He didn’t want to take the bus again in case he saw you riding home or to another date with someone else

And he’s so glad he did

Just as he was about to round the corner to the street his apartment was on, he heard his name being shouted

He turned to find you sprinting down the road looking completely wreaked

Your clothes were all over the place and you looked absolutely exhausted

Before he even got a chance to acknowledge you, you start ranting on about how sorry you were

You had a very important presentation to give at work and you had to work on it all last night because your entire file was corrupted then you spilled your bosses coffee on your shirt so you had to go home, change, and apologize to all of your coworkers for being late because your boss just loved seeing you embarrassed, you swear he’s got something against you and then you were held up at work because apparently your boss was embezzling funds from the company and you had to be questioned by police and you swear you would’ve texted Steven if the police hadn’t confiscated your phone cause they thought you were a part of your bosses scheme and when you finally got your phone back, it was dead so you had to run all the way here cause he wasn’t at the restaurant and you really really like Steven, he’s the best guy you’ve ever dated and you really think you love him and-

Now, let me get this straight, Steven would never, ever, stop you from rambling about anything

He loves watching you talk about something your passionate about whether it be positive passion or negative

But in that moment, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you right then in there

It was a little awkward and messy, but neither of you would trade that kiss for any other passionate and sweet ones you would share down the road

It took some time for either of you to pull away, but when you did, Steven looked at you like you were everything, like you were the original and only print of an Ancient Egyptian history book that holds any piece of knowledge he could want

It made you weak in the knees

Steven accepted your apology and asked if you wanted to go back to his flat for coffee and a movie

You two spent the rest of the night snuggling and stealing kisses, muttering cheesy words of love between giggles

Marc

Finally, it was the end of your shift and you were walking out of your work place

It wasn’t a bad day, per say, but you were extremely happy to get off of work and see your boyfriends

At this point in your relationship, you knew all about Steven and Jake and could almost perfectly tell who was fronting by the way their eyes look

Which the boys would never admit, both freaked them out and made them feel so loved that you payed so much attention

So when you walked down the steps of your work building and greeting Marc without hesitation, he felt a particularly warmth glow in his chest

“Hey, babe, how was-”

Poor Marc didn’t see it coming

You wrapped your arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him, cutting off his sentence

Woah

He hummed in surprise and froze like a deer in headlights

No thoughts, head empty

Besides his internal screaming with Steven cheering for him and Jake grumbling in Spanish

Even after you pulled away and asked if he was alright, Marc didn’t budge 

Or blink

Finally, after practically screaming his name, Marc looks at you with complete love and awe with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen

He grabs your face and kisses you, pouring every ounce of love and passion he can

A few people whistled and cheered making the two of you part, Marc blushing a bright red, but smiling all the same

He took you home, holding your hand the entire drive and kissing it occasionally

He was so happy, nothing could’ve ruined his mood

Not even Khonshu

Jake

If Jake was the last one you kissed, he would absolutely be salty until you kissed him

If he’s the first, be prepared to hear Steven and Marc yelling at him at random times because he won’t stop bragging

Your first kiss with Jake wasn’t as sweet and romantic Jake hoped it would be

He would’ve loved to plan everything out and wait until the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet and completely daze you with his kiss, but that didn’t happen

Though if you ask him, he’d trade a thousand romantic kisses for this moment

Jake was standing by his car waiting for you

You needed a ride from a work function and Jake had rose to the occasion like the knight and shinning armor he is

He was twirling his phone in his hand when he looked up to find you turning the corner

He smiled, but it quickly faded as he noticed you walking particularly fast and looking behind you nervously

“Carino-”

“Someone’s following me and I need you to play along.”

“What?”

Oh they’re in for a world of hurt

How dare someone try to hurt you

Jake’s fully aware that you can take care of yourself, but he was ready to push you behind him and absolutely rock this creeps shit

You had other plans

Instead of causing a scene and possibly getting arrested, you grabbed the collar of Jake’s coat and pulled him forward, smashing his lips onto yours

Oh be still his beating heart

Seriously, be still, he doesn’t want you thinking he’s got a soft spot for you

He was definitely shocked at first, but he quickly kissed back, holding the back of your neck and hip

Jake snuck a peak behind you to find a guy stopping and quickly turning around

He’ll have to visit him soon

You and Jake stood there for a bit longer before you pulled away and hugged him

“Is he gone?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should kiss me again just in case.”

You chuckled and pushed Jake away from the car so you could get in the passenger seat

Jake stood there for a minute, completely ecstatic

He drove the two of you home shortly after walking behind the car and pumping his fist in excitement

He kept a hand on your leg the entire drive, a large dazzling smile never leaving his face

And when you got home, he didn’t leave your side

Or face

Dress Up

Steven Grant x fem!Reader, Marc Spector x fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Request: Hi! Can you do one where the reader (female) has to go shopping for a dress for an event and the moon boys decide to tag along? I feel like at least one of them would get lost or wander off (maybe accident or on purpose) and where the reader would end up finding them. Thank you

Warnings: google translate Spanish (I speak two languages fluently and three others a bit, but Spanish is above my paygrade)

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Was there anything worse than a strict dress code? You enjoyed dressing up for occasions, liked picking out a dress, matching shoes and jewelry, and doing your makeup, having your boyfriends staring at you and telling you you looked “breathtaking” or “gorgeous” or “maravilloso”. But a dress code? What even was “black tie optional”? Did you have to wear a dress or would a smart jumpsuit do? What about jewelry? What sort of makeup were you supposed to put on? Did you have to buy new shoes to match your dress or would simple black pumps do? “You worry too much, love. I’m sure you’ll look great no matter what you wear,” Steven tried to reassure you as you shifted through the dresses on the rack. “Easy for you to say, you have like the perfect occasion outfit ready in the blink of an eye!” Would red be too bold? Is black too funeral-y? “That’s if I even go with you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, but it finally made you turn around, the three dresses already slung over your arm whooshing along. “I thought we’d agreed that you’d come with me. I need you at this, I’ll be on edge the entire time and you have such a way of calming me down.” You walked closer to where Steven was leaning against a pillar a couple of meters away and put a hand on his chest, looking up at him with huge eyes. “Stevie, you promised,” you said with a pout, slowly scratching your fingers right over where his heart was hidden underneath layers of clothes, flesh, and bone. He shrugged, though you could tell it was half-heartedly. “I said one of us would go. Think about it, honey, I’m not good with strangers, do you really want me around? Wouldn’t you rather have Marc in all his confident glory? Or Jake? Impress your family with a bilingual and worldly boyfriend? And neither of them have suits, at least not like the one I have.” You sighed. You knew full well that discussing this here and now, in the middle of a crowded department store amongst all those Saturday shoppers, would be pointless. “We can go look at suits once I’ve found a dress, okay?” He nodded, the relief obvious on his face. You knew that Steven loved you, and if you asked there was nothing he would deny you, but he wasn’t always the best in social situations and you could never bring yourself to force him to go if it made him feel uncomfortable, even though you couldn’t deny that bringing Steven in his white suit as your plus one made your mouth water ever so slightly. “How about you try on these pretty dresses now?” You didn’t need to be told twice. Usually you liked dressing up, feeling like a princess rather than your regular self, but trying on heavy dresses in a tiny changing room in a crowded department store wasn’t exactly your idea of fun. Maybe you should have tried online shopping instead, but it was too late for that now. With a glance over your shoulder you made sure that Steven was following you as you headed to the changing room, which for some reason was weirdly deserted, no other waiting customers or even an attendant in sight. “I’ll just be in there real quick and then we can go and get some lunch, deal?” You turned around to look at Steven, who had already found a comfortable seat in an armchair nearby and sent you a sweet smile from there. “Take your time, love, I’ll be here if you need anything.” With a final nod you disappeared into the changing room, hung up the three dresses on the little hook and closed the curtain with a loud swoosh. You peeled off your shirt and trousers, both of which were by now sticking uncomfortably to your skin in the London heat that even the air conditioning did little to soften it. Finally your clothes were off and the first dress was on. There was only one slight issue. “Steven, could you zip me up please?,” you called out to your boyfriend, who you were sure was still sitting where you had left him, probably on his phone by now. To your surprise it wasn’t Steven who arrived at the changing room, you could tell instantly by the way he held himself, the confidence in his eyes, and the slight twist of his mouth. “Te ves hermosa cariño.” You shook your head. Though you were thankful for his comment, you knew that Jake liked you no matter what you wore, and thought you most beautiful with no clothes at all, so it didn’t really count for much. “Thank you, but this just isn’t it.” You looked at Jake, who had stepped behind you and was now zipping you up through the mirror, sure that in the same reflective surface Jake could see Steven and Marc and how they felt about this dress. “It’s too long and I don’t have time to get it shortened, the sleeves are a bit tight and I’m not even sure if I want sleeves or should just go with something with simple straps or even strapless. And then there’s the waist, it just looks all wrong.” Jake shrugged. You knew that he was probably trying his best, but he simply wasn’t the best guy to go shopping with. “I think you look great.” He glanced at the mirror. “Marc wants you to try the short blue dress.” You followed his eyes to one of the other two dresses hanging up on the hook. It was by far prettier than the black dress you were wearing now, but maybe just a bit too short for the occasion. “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s a bit informal? Shouldn’t I rather go with floor length?” Jake’s eyes flitted from you to the dress and back again. Now Jake Lockely was usually a hard guy to read, but the single look told you exactly what was going through his mind right now: The shorter the dress, the better. “You’re terrible, has anyone ever told you that?,” you asked, though your laughter made it seem less serious than you had intended. Jake leaned closer to press a quick kiss to your lips, but before you could deepen it he pulled away again. “I know, cariño, that’s why you love me.” Now who were you to argue with that logic? You reached behind you for the short blue dress before handing it to Jake with your sweetest smile on your lips, the one you knew none of your boys could resist. “Would you mind looking for a dress like this for me? Same colour, similar cut, but preferably at least knee length?” It never crossed your mind that maybe this was a lot to ask of Jake, even his confused expression didn’t deter you from your idea. “Oh, and some shoes as well if you find any. Not too high and the heel not too thin, I don’t want sore feet the next day.” Jake just nodded. He took a step back, still looking at you in your once again unzipped dress. Finally, with one last dazzling smile from you, he turned around and went to find a dress. —---- It has been almost thirty minutes since you sent Jake away to find you another dress, even if he hadn’t found one he should have returned by now, empty handed and ensuring you that whatever dress you were wearing right now would be perfect. Only none of them were. In fact they only seemed to get worse, the last one only succeeded in highlighting all the areas you didn’t like and making your self-confidence disappear into thin air. You needed Jake, or one of the others, to reassure you, to hug you and kiss you and tell you that you would find a dress that you would look and feel beautiful in. With one last sigh you left the changing room, shouldered your purse, and went to find Jake. You checked the armchair you had left Steven in first, but it was occupied by an old man probably waiting for his wife or daughter. Next you searched the area where you had found the dresses you had just tried on. Nothing. Deserted. Not a single soul, not even a shop assistant you could ask whether they had seen a handsome man with dark curly hair. With drawn eyebrows you pulled your phone out of your purse, checking if you had any messages or missed calls. Nothing. You were starting to worry. The store really wasn’t that big, even if he had searched every corner he would have been back by now, and if he had left he surely would have at least texted. As quick as you could you dialled the number to the phone Jake, Steven, and Marc all shared. Once again, nothing. With a sigh you looked around again as if one of them would appear out of thin air. You even considered asking an employee to make an announcement that they were sure to hear. “Okay, relax, they’re grown men, they can take care of themselves. And they have each other. Steven wouldn’t let the others leave without telling me, Marc wouldn’t let them get into trouble, and if they did Jake would get them out,” you mumbled as you went around the area again, pulling dresses to the side to check if maybe they were playing a prank on you by hiding between them. But of course they weren’t. With a sigh you decided to look around the rest of the store. To your surprise it didn’t take long until you heard a familiar voice, followed by a lot of laughter. “Marc?,” you asked as you rounded a corner. The sight was unexpected. You found your boyfriend lounging in an armchair, his back turned to you, unharmed and as far away from trouble as he could be. A woman probably a couple of years younger than your grandmother sat in a matching armchair next to him, her hand on his arm, while another woman around her age stood on the other side, and yet another woman right in front of Marc. He turned around to face you, a bright smile on his face. “Ladies, this is my beautiful girlfriend I have told you about.” You could feel heat rising to your cheeks at his words, which only intensified once the old ladies began to coo at you, especially once Marc reached out a hand to you, which you instantly took, and he in turn used to pull you into his lap. “Marc!,” you shrieked, shocked and a tiny bit embarrassed by his behaviour. He was usually so reserved and now he was acting like a love struck teenager in front of these women he had just met. “Relax, baby,” he whispered in your ear, and against your better judgement you instantly did, there was just something about him, about his voice, that made you feel at peace. “You are such an adorable couple!,” the woman on Marc’s left exclaimed, hearts practically visible in her eyes. “I wish my husband was as romantic as yours, looking for a dress for you,” the one on his right added. Deciding that the safest thing would be to remove yourself from the situation you hid your face in Marc’s neck, breathing in his familiar and comforting scent. “Actually, we’re not married,” he told them as his hand began to stroke up and down your back. A round of shock gasps could be heard, whether they were shocked you were this close with someone who wasn’t your husband or if the two of you just seemed like a married couple you didn’t know. “Whyever not?” A nervous chuckle left Marc and all of the sudden you felt like it was your responsibility to take charge of the situation again. You lifted your head from where it was still buried in the side of his neck and looked at each of the women. “It was lovely chatting with you but I really do need to find a dress and we should probably check out some more shops.” You jumped off of Marc’s lap, holding your hand out for him to take, which he did while he bid the old ladies farewell and wished them happy shopping. As soon as you were out of earshot you couldn’t hold your laughter in anymore. “Who knew you were such a charmer?” Marc gasped, a playfully offended expression on his face. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always charming.” You laughed again as you pressed a kiss to his cheek while pulling him out of the store at the same time. “Sure you are, handsome. But now how about you let me continue shopping with Steven, he’s the only one who’s actually helpful in situations like this. You chuckled as Marc and Jake began to fight for control, both of them telling you that they were exceptional shopping companions and that they could do much more than devour you with their eyes and chat up old ladies. Finally they relented and gave Steven control of the body. He looked at you with love in his gaze, he stroked a thumb across your hand, which he was still holding tight. “Now let’s finally find you a dress, love,” he said as he pulled you into the next store. Say what you will about dress shopping with your boyfriends, it certainly wasn’t boring.

Cupid's Curse

Chapter Fifteen

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Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Sixteen

Warning: trippy experience with powers, nsfw, reader sad (i promise not for long i swear! Maybe)

A/N: okay listen, listen I saw Desire, and like AAAAAA i love them they so dramatic tm lol plus sandman crossing over w moon knight is big bain to me

The shrine to Aphrodite is covered by a thin black cloth, the closet door is shut also covered by the dark veil. You do not wish to been ‘seen’ by her right now-- As if she could see you. If she did… She would have bedded you as her way to restore your faith in her power and her love. You turn over on your bed with your eye drifting close, breathing slowing, and soon you fall asleep.

When you open your eyes it is due to hearing the chirping of birds, not the bird sound that they make in this modern world, but the real chirping of birds. A fair warm breezes pass you, the soft crashing of waves upon a beach, the sun high and bright in the clear sky. You take a deep breath as you stand in the garden of your Goddess’ domain. Her paradise is where land, sky, and sea are all set to a perfect moment. Beautiful, as beautiful as the moment of her birth. A piece of Poseidon’s domain was taken when she rosed and her power burst to life. Her claim is absolute.

When you discovered this dream realm (for humans) it was when you slept the first night after the union of her heart with yours. Awaking here when her realm was grey and dull, lifeless and colorless. As you lived throughout the ages and your lovers gave their love to you, this realm once more bloomed like the red rose your Goddess’ loved so much. Seeing this realm also means your heart is hurt.

Yes, this is the place your heart sends you to mentally to restore the bond between Aphrodite and yourself.

Standing up before dusting off the sand off your peplos, it is depressing to wear this currently when you feel like shit.

Like you said from the beginning: this is both a blessing and a curse. Currently, it is a curse and after what you did with Lockley, you rather rid yourself of Love completely… Not true but you feel awful.

Your very being is the essence of what the Greeks define and believes Love is, ranging from a romantic view to the dark twisted nature of this emotion. The fascination with this secondary emotion, how it can never be truly ripped out of mortals no matter what they do to each other or themselves. It lingers, it can fester, it consumes and ruins; it never leaves a mortal or divinity's heart. 

How it drives everything we do without us knowing it. The first emotion is taught to us by the embrace of the love of one.

Why else would every land have a deity (or deities) of Love both the emotional and mental aspects of this complex, yet simple drive within all creatures from mortal to divine? No one is safe from its grasp.

Though most only claim avatars of Love, in general, are simply creatures of lust.

A sex avatar– Debasing…

Though right now you feel like those words are true, that every insulting thing you called yourself is true, that you don’t deserve Steven. Oh, beautiful Steven… Steven deserves better.

For Steven, you will go against the desires of Mania, you only need his love– nothing more. Yet, that is always easier said than done. 

Standing basking in the warmth and smell of home, of Greece when the air wasn’t so polluted and the beaches were clearer than they are nowadays. Her realm, your piece of a home long ago; out in the water is her shrine. A temple built on the very spot she sprung from the water bare and gorgeous. What she told you she did spring from the water, but it was painful as she became more and more alive as the sea foam she came from was turning into her very body; she was not as beautiful as the story goes. She was monstrous and when the first human gazed upon her, she took the appearance of what the mortal mind perceived as ‘beautiful’. As Greece grew and more ideals changed, so did she find her way.

Her form of beauty and her definition of beauty are shared with her believers: none however will match her beauty.

When you look at the temple, you are looking at want created her, as she form before she was the Goddess you love and miss every moment of your immortal life. Her smile, her touch, her voice; her poor Agape who she granted a gift you lost in touch with.

When you enter the usually silent temple bright but hollow, you find it dark. Not dark enough that you cannot see but dark enough that you do not wish to enter. You step back but the darkness rushes past you before engulfing your world.

Naturally, you raise your hand up to block your face, eyes squeezing shut as your head turns away. The world shifts and soon the darkness clears as the scenery is completely different and the scent of Aphrodite is gone– Replaced by the scent of peaches? The memory of summer cutting up peaches and the taste that lingers in your mouth and is shared in a kiss. Summer peaches.

Slowly your arms lower and eyes open to see yourself in completely red, a red like blood, and sit on some strange design.

"Welcome, my child!" A cheery playful tone echoes, "Oh? I see, you have my darling girl's heart." You turn around then around again and again until you are once more facing the chair. There stands a person in a black bodysuit with black feathers on the shoulders, a long v-line that stops midway down the chest. Skin like snow, eyes gold yet it could make gold look pale compared to those eyes, lips painted a dark red and forming a toothy smile. The cat ears are not what is expected to rest on lustrous blonde hair.

"Come, come, don't be shy. Your gifter wishes to see you."

Gifter? You walk forward, hands picking up the bottom of your robe and the pitter-patter of your barefoot against what feels like marble. The mysterious gorgeous figure smoothly like the finest silk sliding off the skin, they stand on heels and when you stand before this androgynous divine person.

The giggle and way they rest their arms over your shoulders, well-kept nails playing with the accessories holding up your hair. "Aphrodite, how you have changed dear. Or would you want to be called (Name)?"

You do not why or how but you are captivated by their charm, "I.. Who?"

"You silly one! Your name, shall I call you by your name?"

"No, I mean yes, who are you?"

They draw themselves away a step placing both hands over their heart, "Don't tell me you've forgotten your gifter!" Making a 'tsking' sound as they wiggle a finger in front of you, "That is simply unacceptable! After all, my power has given your dear Goddess her precious life and power."

You are even more confused which must be clear on your face because they roll their eyes and scowl.

"Desire, dear. I am Desire." Walking around you before pulling you backward close to their chest, "Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame."

There is a story rarely told as most divine creatures often do not speak of anything stronger than them. In reality, there is an origin point, something older than the Gods.

The Endless. Beings of the certainties and inevitability.

There are many and Chaos told you (Aphrodite) they are what grants many beings like us (the Gods) the power freely used as they wished.

You touch your head as Desire is humming in approval as you remember what Aphrodite learned.

"Father?" You aren't sure what to call them given they are well… Transcending gender fits them.

"Hmm, you know I thought that would sound good: a parental relationship but it just sounds off for us." Whispered like the dirtiest of secrets, "Gifter is better and has much more importance." Fingers dancing down your arm, your lungs breathe in deep then release it as Desire unlatches a clip holding your peplos.

"I almost couldn't find you, such a faint spark," You find yourself falling backward and they appear above you as your back hits the comfort of a bed. "Now why is that?" They place a thin long finger on your lips shushing you, "I know why, silly darling. That is why I am here after all!" Finger tracing the column of your throat.

"Why?" You gasp out as mere touch is… Is… Like her touch.

"Because the heart you deny is my favorite gifted and you humans need to stop limiting yourself." His hand wraps around your throat not squeezing through, "And I'm bored. So entertain me." Desire absolutely loves mortals, love how Desire influences everything.

Interweaving itself into anything or one with a passion to: work, create, kill, or die. Plus, he adores you and loves the union of Goddess to the mortal trope.

Also, there is the admirable and the annoying, you are edging close to annoying for Desire. Aphrodite was a favorite because she caused drama! He so loved seeing the messes she made, especially ones that got out of hand! Sure, they could understand that you are essentially not Aphrodite but his powers run through you and he expects a better performance to entertain him when peeks in.

You lay there drowning in the scent of summer peaches, kisses tasting of black raspberry, and the touch of silk.

Yet, you tremble in fear as your hand grips the sheets, tears running down those cheeks.

"My poor gifted, let it out. Your gifter will be here to take it all in."

The emotions rushing through you remind you of the time Aphrodite had you in her bed. You had cried, and grieved because you felt broken… Undeserving of her love because you didn't understand what love is nor could you reciprocate it— Or so you thought.

Her scent is the sea, her kiss taste of quince, and the touch of rose petals. 

"Give me your all, there is nothing I cannot handle," They sit up, slipping out the top part of the bodysuit, "Show the brilliance of that borrowed heart."

You believe them, the sense of safety, craving to touch someone who will not be driven mad by your— Their— Power.

The glow of your eyes, hair, and way Aphrodite's mark on your chest; Desire inhaled the scent of the sea during the spring. Yes, his creation was crafted from sea foam because he merely wanted to make something. A whim. A fun girl that was close to their personality.

Desire is disappointed they have not slept with her but you will do. A pretty gem to grace his touch. Desire loves to indulge, it is part of his very being. Thus he wants you, a demigod, to bask in essence— The purest— Form of raw Desire.

"Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame." These words were spoken to you by an entity.

Where you burn hot, Desire burners hotter; they engulf you like flames of Hephaistos' forge.

Comforting to be the one overwhelmed, drowning in the rush, granted a release no mortal could deliver.

There is sex but more… Flesh means nothing yet holds meaning. A vessel, a way to express art. It is strange for most of it you were essentially high while also possessed. It is a bit hard to explain.

There are tears as Desire brings out the pain of love, Gods, there is a lot of pain. Want is terrifying when not tempered.

Then comes the bliss, all the lust. When you are wild and free. Unbound and greedy.

Love is the release, the ultimate goal of a Love Goddess. 

When you recall that moment… You felt loved. Loved, love the way Steven feels for you. Pure and with every part of his divided heart.

"Yes, show me."

Exposing, baring, stripped of the walls and years of self-imposed chains.

"Agape," Your avatar name, "Open your heart to me."

The recent memory, the one that weighs in your pretty heart is what Desire peeks into especially with all the pain laced in it.

You find yourself digging into the heart of Jake Lockley, digging to find the source of his agony! Even if it means giving in to temptation. The way Lockley buries his cock in your mouth is slow and gentle, but do not mistake it for kindness. No, he wants this drag out, for you to feel the soreness of your throat the following day, to remind you this is what you are denying yourself. He groans, a smirk that exposes his teeth, his hand gripping your hair and messing it up. Hips snapping forward nearly caused you to choke. Lockley's eyes are closed as he is brought to the heavens of lust. His heart… Guarded and cold, you wonder what sort of heartbreak did Lockley endure to cause him to become the man you currently are forced to deep throat. A heart you wish to give your love to but know better than to touch without a barrier, he is not Steven…  Though you doubt Lockley could comprehend your love for Steven, how the heart within your body loves easily and can be enthralled and obsessive; you know… You can see the love he wishes to share buried deep into his guarded heart. Being the avatar and host to the heart of Aphrodite, you are a waking aphrodisiac in both the sexual and comfort aspect of the heart.  You remain steadfast as you gave Lockley only a very satisfying, with a condom on, blow job. Though it doesn't cover everything, your lips and your saliva does touch his skin, to heighten the intensity of his desires enough to get him to cum faster. Your sympathy for broken hearts all too often gets you in trouble, you swear you will learn yet you keep making the same mistakes.  Your whimper egging him on as holds you down to the base of his cock to swallow his seed— Though all you taste is the flavorless condom. Jake lets go of your head allowing you to slip away, your fingers pulling off and tying the condom closed. "Aw, ain't gonna at least drink it up for me?" Eyeing as you get up, fixing your skirt, and tossing the condom in a nearby mini trash container. He grabs a cigarette from the table, a cheap complimentary pack with some matches at the bottom for those who like to take a smoke after sex. You don't see the appeal outside of black-and-white movies.

Desire holds you as regrets, disgust, guilt, self-hatred are bleeding out of you. The memory is erotic but they can see clearly you resented yourself and the nature of being a being of Love. A mortal response, one they understand though they feel you are beyond such things. Your only task (outside of entertainment) is to indulge.

When the pain fades, your nose bleeds as you never fully unleashed the power of Aphrodite. No, the pain is twisted to and laced with pleasure. The mortal part of your heart, comforted by the essence you feared from the very beginning or felt you could never grasp.

He taught you to enjoy yourself, something you haven't been doing for many years.

Fear stilled you. Embracing your gift would mean consequences.Not indulging as you should be. Be Agape, be Eros, be Aphrodite.

Their hug still living in my head rent free