#Jake Lockley x reader
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pigeonmama · 2 days ago
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*Random man speaking shit about Steven*
*Steven looking like a kicked puppy*
Marc: I'm gonna hit the living shit out of this guy.
Jake, calmly: it's not necessary amigo.
Marc: why?
Jake, pointing at Y/n: just look.
Y/n standing up from the table, running towards to the guy: IF YOU DARE TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY BOY I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR WINDPIPE AND TEAR OUT YOUR FUCKING SPINE. GET IT?!
Marc: holy shit.
Jake: yeah. Holy shit.
Steven: mates.. . Don't wanna break the magical moment but Y/n is choking that man.
Khonshu, from the corner: FINISH HIM LITTLE HUMAN!
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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 3 days ago
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M’kay, I’m wondering how would period sex with Vampire Steven Jake and Marc be like? Anything you want, but if this ask makes you feel uncomfortable, it is totally understandable! 💋
I'm okay with that! <3
I'm so sorry it took me a millenial to finish.
Period sex with the Vampire Moon boys:
Cw/triggers: Smut, nsfw, blood, oral(f! receiving).
A/n: Okay I will say this: Vampires + Period = a pretty cruel combination.
Of course the boys hate it when you're in pain every month but its safe to say they just can't turn off their needs and especially not when it involves blood. You basically have them to keep you clean, and they can get to feed too.
Jake
You're pretty much doomed if he senses you're about to get them. Literally smells you ovulating a mile away. Has no self control especially when he just got back from hunting, being all exhausted. Then he remembers you being on period and gets hungry on spot again.
The first thing Jake usually does is fingering you, getting you prepared before diving down to lap away at your already overstimulated pussy so he can get some feeding done while at it.
He enjoys giving you orgasm after orgasm with his mouth before giving you the final one with his cock. You're a whining mess after Jake would be done with you.
In the end, he just licks his lips, satisfied with himself and his achievement.
Steven
He already starts getting suspicious when you're having an eating urge days before you're about to get your period.
Smells it the second your ovulation starts.
Good lord have mercy on you when you're having them and Steven is around. Not that he's worse than Jake or Marc, but he is a goddamn enjoyer when it comes to eating you out. He doesn't care about the blood, he would gladly spend hours dipping his tongue into you no matter how messy he gets.
Steven this absolute madman will only stop if you're begging him, otherwise he'd lose himself in it and spend half a day down on you.
It really helps him when he gets hungry. He wouldn't want it all to go to waste.
Wants you to have your heating bottle on your belly, especially if they're strong. Has a towel underneath you to prevent a mess.
Steven read about orgasms soothing your cramps, so it should be a win-win. You should expect to be immobilized for atleast some time. He wants to help you after all.
Marc
He kind of has your cycle memorized, and if he catches the familiar scent of you ovulating, he gets excited!!
The moment you get them, he prepares the towel and heating bottle for you. Then before you could ask what he's doing, he already has you spread out for him, his arms slung over your thighs, gently preventing escape.
He is used to get bloody, so you bleeding isn't doing anything to him. Blood is blood to him.
Marc pretty much does this almost everyday to you. The more orgasms you get, the less pain you have. You should thank him.
He's similar to Steven, eating you out until you're begging him to stop. But even then, squeezes another one out of you with his cock.
If he is really feral he wouldn't bother with any preparation, getting you into the bathroom so he can feast undisturbed. Way easier to clean up too.
After he's done with you, your muscles definitely need a break.
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emma23 · 1 day ago
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Driving lessons with Moon knight:
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The soft hum of the car engine barely covered the awkward silence as you shifted in the driver’s seat. Marc sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his expression as unreadable as ever. He had offered to give you driving lessons—well, you had made him offer, after pretending you didn’t know how to drive. It was all part of your grand plan to spend more time with him, given how much he had been juggling with Khonshu’s missions and the whole "shared body" situation with Steven and Jake.
You twirled your fingers on the steering wheel, looking more like someone playing a game of pretend than actually trying to drive. The crisp afternoon light bathed the car, but inside, it felt like the sun had set ages ago with the tension. You glanced sideways at Marc, your stomach flipping. Maybe you had pushed it a little too far this time.
“Alright, let’s go over this again,” Marc said, his deep voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “First, adjust the mirrors. Then, check your surroundings before pulling out.”
You nodded, squinting at the rearview mirror. But instead of checking for traffic, you ran a quick hand through your hair and touched up your lipstick. Marc’s eyes narrowed, noticing immediately.
“Y/n,” he sighed, “are you seriously—?”
“What?” You blinked innocently, fluttering your lashes at him. “I checked my makeup, I’m good.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You check the mirrors to make sure no one is behind or beside you, not to reapply your lipstick.”
You stifled a laugh but shrugged. “Multitasking?”
His eyes narrowed even more, the kind of look that meant business. You were tempted to play dumb for just a bit longer, but you knew pushing Marc was like poking a bear. And bears had claws. Marc Spector’s claws weren’t far from the surface either.
"Y/n, I know you can drive." His voice was deadpan, and you nearly choked on your own breath.
"What?" You gawked at him, but the sheepish grin tugging at the corner of your lips betrayed your act. "No, I—"
"Don’t even try it," he cut in, leaning back in the seat, clearly unimpressed. "Steven’s seen you drive before. Jake’s seen you too. Hell, even I saw you last week when you thought no one was watching."
You bit your lip. Damn it, of course they would remember. "I mean, you guys are always busy. Can’t a girl want some attention?"
Marc sighed again, though this time there was a hint of amusement in his exhale. "You didn’t have to pretend you couldn’t drive for that."
You shrugged. "Worked, didn’t it?"
He shook his head, but there was a smirk playing on his lips now. “You’re unbelievable.”
A sudden shift made you realize someone else had taken over. Steven’s softer voice broke the air. “Love, if you wanted to spend time with us, you could’ve just asked nicely. No need to pretend to be hopeless behind the wheel.” His British accent still had a way of making you smile, especially when he looked at you with those wide, earnest eyes.
“Okay, okay, guilty as charged,” you admitted, finally throwing in the towel. “I just wanted some one-on-one time with you guys.”
Steven’s gaze softened. “That’s rather sweet, actually.”
“Well, if you’re gonna play like that,” came another voice—gruffer, heavier. Jake. “Maybe we should teach you something else in the car, cariño.”
You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing despite yourself. Jake had a way of turning even the simplest moments into something more intense. His smirk sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between you two suddenly palpable in the confined space of the car.
Marc’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he came back into control. “Jake, focus. We’re here to teach her how to drive.”
“Pretty sure she already knows,” Jake retorted, his tone thick with implication. “Maybe we skip the driving and go straight to—”
You cut him off with a playful punch to Marc’s arm, knowing Jake was still listening. “I think I’m done with the ‘lessons’ for today.”
Marc looked at you with raised eyebrows. “You sure?”
“Yep,” you popped the ‘p,’ unbuckling your seatbelt. “But thanks for the...attention, guys.”
You got out of the car, feeling the weight of their collective gaze as you walked back toward the apartment. You had barely made it halfway before you felt Marc’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him.
"Not so fast," he murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You started this game, now you’re gonna finish it."
A heated exchange followed, the tension bubbling over as the playful banter turned into something more intimate. Marc, Jake, and Steven—each of them surfaced during the passionate moments, a shared intensity fueling the fire between you all. The confined space of the car seemed to shrink with each passing second, your body pressed against Marc’s as you navigated the tangled web of their personalities, feeling each of them come through in different ways.
Hours later, as you lay entangled together, Jake’s voice broke the silence. “So, what’s next? Flying lessons?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation catching up with you. "Yeah, sure. Maybe I’ll pretend I don’t know how to walk next time."
Marc chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”
And with that, the tension melted away into comfortable laughter, the trio—Marc, Steven, and Jake—all settling into the quiet rhythm of your shared life. A little chaos, a little humor, but always...together.
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ilovelosermen69 · 1 year ago
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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction
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taisiabelle · 1 year ago
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Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues
Me: no, I don't
Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....
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fitzarts · 3 months ago
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It's time to see
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blue-sadie · 8 months ago
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Good Morning
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You wake up needing him
The rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains making both of your body's glow, the morning coldness left goosebumps all over your naked bodies and you enjoyed eachothers presences.
You were the one that woke up first, his hair was all messy some of it sticking to his forehead as he let out soft hums in his sleep, his arm was lazily settled on your bare thigh, his finger tips twitching every so often from his dream.
You stared at him as you sneakily moved your hand from his chest downward tracing your finger tips along his abs to his v line causing a shiver to run up his spine, then as your hand went further your breathe hitched he was already hard for you.
It was fairly easy to move yourself on top of him, your thighs straddling his waist as you raise yourself to take him in, the eager movements caused him to stir from his sleep his hands finding their places on your hips planting you down on top of him.
He would chuckle and speak to you with his raspy calling you a bad girl for not asking him first but he'd soon let you continue your actions, 1 orgasm turned into 2 then 3, you wanted this so your not going to stop intil I think you've had enough he would say as he puts his hands behind his head watching you bounce on his cock.
Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Berry Allen, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange
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steven-grants-world · 3 days ago
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I loved this so much, I need all three of them ❤🔥
Triple The Trouble
Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Fandoms: Moon Knight, MCU, Marvel
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Probably incorrect portrayals of Dissociative Identity Disorder, Reader has hair, Google translate Spanish, English and Spanish speaking Reader
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You could have almost sworn that you heard that cliché tranquil flute playing as you opened your eyes to a new day. That's how perfect that morning was. The sun was shining sweetly through the curtains, and you were in bed with the loves of your life.
"Good morning, Marc," you greeted with a small smile.
Marc's face reflected yours. He shook his head. "I'll never get over how you can always tell which one of us is fronting."
"It's just easy to me," you said, "I can't explain it."
A mischievous smile flashed across Marc's face. "I'm not asking you to explain anything."
"Oh yeah? What are you asking me to do?" you wondered, playing along.
"I'm asking you to keep looking beautiful while I do this." On the last word, Marc dragged you closer to him by your sides. He leaned in and kissed you.
You giggled at the sudden movement, but quickly relaxed into the kiss.
For a few moments, you and Marc continued to make out. You both smiled into the kiss when Marc rolled on top of you.
He separated from you to ask, "Do you wanna?"
The way he phrased the question made you laugh. "Yeah, I wanna."
After that, Marc continued the kiss with a little more passion. It didn't take him long to start trailing kisses down your neck and torso.
It tickled. "Marc!"
He only separated from you when his face was in line with your cunt. You could feel his warm breath against you as Marc spoke up to confirm, "You sure, sweetheart?"
At that point, you were getting worked up. You nodded fervently down to him while voicing out a "Yeah."
Marc grew more serious before he settled his face into you. Marc's nose nudged against your clit as his tongue licked a long stripe up your folds.
You shivered and hooked a leg onto his back. Little noises betrayed how you were feeling for a few minutes before you full-on gasped when Marc's tongue plunged inside you.
It got harder and harder to form words. Moans were all that would leave your mouth as Marc's tongue pressed in and out of you.
Soon enough, he added his fingers. You cried out. It wasn't long after that when you were cumming.
You took a couple minutes to come down from your climax, but when you did, you noticed that he wasn't above you. Marc was still between your legs.
"Whatchu doin'?" you wondered aloud to him.
Marc was just staring at you with an ocean of desire on his face. You almost couldn't comprehend it.
"Get up here," you smirked, pulling Marc up to you.
As soon as you could reach his lips, you were making out with him again. While doing that, you rolled on top of Marc and reached down to his dick.
Marc moaned loudly as soon as you touched it.
"What? You like that?" you teased with a kiss. "Bet you'll like it more when I go like this..." Sensually, you started giving him a handjob while moving down to kiss and suck on his neck.
He moaned again, and started carding his fingers through your hair. "Y/n..."
Come to think of it, Marc had been rather quiet, not including the moans. Most of the time, he was a lot more talkative during your intimate moments with him.
As if on cue, Marc's face started to show signs of switching who was fronting. You assumed Marc had gotten too overwhelmed with what was happening, and needed someone else to take over. You took your hands completely off him so to not overwhelm whoever was about to come out.
"Hey, Steven," you smiled when you realized who it was.
"Hello, Y/n. I-I'm pleased to...see you again." He was clearly flustered that you were both naked and you sitting on top of him.
"Do you want to keep going? Or--?" you started to question, but Steven interrupted you.
"Keep going! Keep going. Gods, I felt what you were doing to us, and I had to come out. I had to to be a part of this."
Even though you had had sex with Steven many times before, he was still just as in awe of you as he had been the first time he saw you, whether you were wearing clothes or not. You leaned down to kiss him.
Steven turned you guys over so that he was on top, and he started talking while kissing you. "Y/n...I'd...like to...do something...?"
"What's that?" you returned, barely breaking the kiss.
"Can I...I'd like to...fuck you...doggy-style--?"
You immediately broke the kiss and stared at him with your mouth open. A smile was forming on your lips.
"Or if not, totally understandable--"
Before Steven could completely freak out, you brought him down to kiss you again. "Baby, you know you can always do whatever you want to me."
"Well now, don't go saying that. Not that I would ever, ever hurt you, but you never know if...I'll shut up now."
That whole time he was talking, you were getting into position.
Steven quieted down when you bared your ass to him.
That caused you to laugh as he lined himself up with you.
"A-are you ready?" Steven cleared his throat.
You pressed yourself against him. "Go ahead, sweetheart."
Steven audibly swallowed before slowly thrusting into your pussy from behind. You both moaned at the sensation.
"Oh-oh, gods. H-how does that feel?"
"Feels so good, baby." Your legs shook a little when you moved slightly. "How does it feel for you?"
He didn't hesitate in his response. "It feels like I could explode in you right now...Can I move?"
You nodded, already out of breath. "Yeah."
Steven started slowly thrusting in and out of you, and he slowly picked up speed. You let out a high pitched moan each time he entered you, and gasped every time he pulled out.
"Steven!" you squealed.
His breath came out hot against the shell of your ear. "T-tell me I'm doing a good job."
You couldn't think. "You're doing such a good job, baby, Oh. Oh, fuck. God, yes!"
Then, during one of the seconds he was out of you, Steven took a little longer to thrust back inside. Before he did, he roughly pushed you back down to the mattress.
Before the first Spanish word left his mouth, you knew Jake was fronting.
He hunched over to speak into your ear. "Dios, son demasiado saves Contigo, chica. Ambos sabemos lo ques puedes tomar. No es asi? (God, they go too easy on you, girl. We both know what you can take. Isn't that right?)" He didn't miss a word as he deftly moved his hips away and against yours.
"Yes. Yes!" you responded, then unconsciously switched to Spanish yourself. "No pares. Por favor no pares. Ya casi llego--! (Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm almost there--!)" You reached your peak once more.
It was while he was inside you then that the body switched to Marc fronting again. You vaguely noticed who it was when he started moving again, and moaned, "I'm yours...I'm yours...We're yours!"
Something deep within you told you that all three of your boys were there with you as the body came inside you.
You moaned when he pulled out, and you collapsed onto your back with Marc laying on your chest. You could tell it was him by how he wouldn't let you get up.
"I need to go clean myself up," you lightheartedly reasoned, but he wasn't having it.
Marc whined, "Not yet. Just gimme a couple minutes, okay?"
You chuckled.
"Hey," Marc moved to look at you. "None of us hurt you, right? I felt things get a little intense with Jake there. It's why I came back out."
You shrugged. "Sometimes I like things intense."
Marc seemed satisfied with that answer. He kissed you. He must've switched to Steven during that because those were his eyes you were staring into when the kiss was broken.
Steven smirked at you. "I'll take note of that," he responded to your previous statement. "Now, let me get something to clean you up with, yeah?"
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theshamelesssimp · 3 months ago
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When it's a dbf/mbf story but they've known the reader since she was a kid
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eyelessfaces · 6 months ago
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ivystoryweaver · 3 days ago
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Jake is determined to protect her now!
Spectre
A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story
Event #11: One Missed Call
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Summary: Jake has to face you, knowing he missed your call the night you died
Pairing this chapter: Jake Lockley x f!reader
Word count: 1.3k
Content: angst, slight miscommunication, the yearning, not beta'd
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PREVIOUSLY on Spectre…
"Cálmate, mi amor."
The smooth voice of your partner washed over you as you blinked, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
"J-Jake?"
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"Jake?" You uttered, stretching out your hand for him.
Only his silhouette appeared from the shadowed corner, but a moment later, his hand found yours- fingertips touching your own, hesitantly. As close as he'd moved to you now, standing by the bed's edge, you needed more - needed him close.
You yearned to feel the strength of his arms, or at least feel the bed dip under his weight as he sat next to you, but something held him back.
"Jake, what's wrong?" You panted, your voice sounding more frantic than you intended. "Why aren't you in bed? Were you out working?"
"No," came his soft answer. Withdrawing his hand, you heard the shuffle of his bare feet across the old floor, the sound of it soothing you somewhat. At least you didn't hear the thump of his boot. So he must not be ready to leave and go out.
Scrambling for the lamp, you tried to calm your breathing, wondering why your newly gifted life would now contain panic attacks regularly. You came up empty, having forgotten that, while in your spectral form, you actually broke the thing.
"Jake," you gasped, pushing off the bed and reaching out for him. "W-where's the light? Why won't you come to me?"
Before you finished asking, he was by your side - his warm breath heating your cheek. "Corazón," he whispered. "Está bien." He steadied your arms but didn't envelop you in his arms.
You weren't the only one short of breath. Jake had woken up beside you and freaked right the hell out. Steven had tried to calm him - tried to explain, but you actually being here scared him right out of bed.
"Jake," you repeated his name like a touchstone, like a prayer. "D-did they tell you? That I'm here?"
"Si..." He voice trailed off as he swallowed thickly.
"I missed you," you breathed as he gathered you close and eased down onto the bed, pulling you tightly to his chest.
"Si...mi vida." He touched you all over, pressing you impossibly closer. Your breath mingled as arms held one another desperately, his mouth seeking out your own.
The feel of you warm and alive only added to the guilt squeezing his heart like a vice.
Kissing you a moment longer, you felt disappointed when he pulled away. "Get some sleep," he urged, sitting up beside you as you lay there.
"I-I don't want to sleep. I've already slept a lot, I'm up," you let him know, climbing back up to sit beside him. "Besides, I missed you."
Humming out an agreement, he nodded once before his gaze dropped to his lap.
"What's wrong?" You softly implored, winding your fingers through the curls behind his ears. He leaned into your touch, so he must not be afraid of you, or off put somehow. Maybe he was angry?
"I know how strange this is," you attempted, trying to connect with him somehow. "Believe me, I keep panicking. It's hard to believe I'm even here."
All the air rushed out of him in a tortured exhale, and when his eyes met yours, even in the dark, you could see the glisten of forming tears.
"I'm sorry," he brokenly uttered.
Whispering his name, you traced his cheek with your fingertips. "Why, baby? None of this is your fault."
Shrugging you off, he pushed off the bed as if your words, or maybe your touch stung him physically.
Exhaling shakily, you remembered your nightmare. "You're angry with me."
His head jerked around. "What? No."
"You are." Emphatically interjecting, you rose to your feet. "You're mad that I was coming to see you the night I was attacked."
Steven would have reassured you. And you could read Marc's silences almost as if they were your own thoughts. But Jake had never closed off from you like this. Jake spoke his mind always - half the time, in jokes.
But he was silent now. Stone cold, and physically withdrawn.
"I'm sorry," you offered up a pained whisper. "So sorry I caused you pain."
He said nothing, simply staring at the wall in tormented silence as if it would give him comfort, or answers.
Unwilling to push him to talk, and realizing he clearly didn't want to be touched, you tried to figure out what to do. You didn't feel particularly sleepy, but the sun wasn't up yet, so you climbed back into bed and turned on your side, facing his back.
The silence that followed was almost as deafening and frightening as the Dark Place, and you hated yourself for almost wishing another alter was with you right now. Just so you would have a tether to warm light instead of cold darkness.
But he did not leave you there for long.
Easing down to lie beside you on the bed, he still kept a touch of distance between you, speaking in Spanish toward the ceiling, like some sort of confession.
my fault you died
you were coming to see me
should have protected you
i'll find him and kill him
Allowing him to ramble for a few minutes longer, you resisted the overwhelming urge to throw your arms around him and soothe him, or at least attempt to.
He finally settled down and said nothing long enough that you wondered if he fell asleep, but his hand reached for yours. Linking your fingers through his, you let him know you were awake, listening.
Drawing a steadying breath, you finally spoke, hoping not to spook him. Ironically, he seemed more at ease with your spectral form than he was now.
"Jake, I found the ring."
Feeling a subtle squeeze, you found the courage to continue.
"I...thought I ruined the surprise, but - for weeks, an engagement ring sat in the drawer and no one said anything. It was killing me," you tried to gently explain.
"I knew Marc didn't want to get married, so... I thought Steven bought it," you pressed on. "But I realized Steven wouldn't do it without Marc's ok."
You sighed, relieved to finally be free of your burden. "I had to talk to somebody. It was a spur of the moment thing. I was coming to the city to talk to you, to ask you..."
"Marc bought it," Jake gruffly whispered. "But, uh...try not to be too hard on him. He was going to propose on your anniversary. Our anniversary. It was a surprise."
Tears blinded your vision for the hundredth time in the brief time since you'd existed back among the living. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to leave you and ruin everything."
Jake rolled over and folded you close, tenderly hushing you before silencing your worries with the strength of his arms and the heat of his tongue.
He held you and kissed you like this, so hard you would lose your breath, only for him to pull back to share your breath, to feel your heated warmth on his lips. He buried his stubbled chin in your throat, nuzzling your pulse point, and allowing his lips to feel the gentle thrum of life, quickening as he made you shiver with want.
"How could you be sorry for anything?" He brokenly murmured, fingertips ghosting exposed skin, as if still checking to make sure you were real.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm supposed to protect you."
"You're sorry, I'm sorry, it doesn't change anything. I just don't want to go back to the dark."
"You won't," he swore, climbing out of bed and pulling you along with him. Pushing back the curtains, he guided you to stand partially in front of him, gesturing up to the cloud-covered sky.
Wordlessly, he summoned the Moon Knight suit, its bandaged, ancient whites and sleek midnight blacks wrapping around his body perfectly. "I serve the god of the moon and the night sky. You will never be in the dark as long as I'm around." With a dramatic wave of his hand, the clouds in the sky parted and revealed the moon - clear, bright and shining, illuminating the bedroom window and the hard floor beneath your feet.
Turning your face up to the moon's glow, you basked in it, as if it were sunlight.
"The darkness fears me. It won't touch you again."
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fettuccin-e · 1 year ago
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It's Never Easy
Kinktober Day 24: Edging
Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)
A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)
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You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.
He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.
“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”
He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.
“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.
It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.
“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.
“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”
You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.
You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.
Except, he does pull away.
You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.
Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips. 
“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins. 
“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”
And the process starts over again.
Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.
You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.
Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.
Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.
“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.
Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.
“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” 
“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.
“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.
“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”
And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.
You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly. 
“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”
“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”
Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.
He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.
“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.
When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.
“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”
“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”
“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.
“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”
Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."
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lockleysfav · 1 year ago
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My Little Flower
Miguel O’Hara x AFAB virgin!Reader
summary: You had just met the spider society and Miguel a few days ago, You and Miguel had been quite chatty with eachother for a while before be was called out to a mission. A few hours later when you’re asleep in the lab, a high Miguel stumbles in.
warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, drugged Miguel, loss of virginity, rough sex, non con, somnophilia, creampie, reader soon loves it.
A/N: From the last post, the poll, i will be doing the top 3 voted smut ideas. If you want to be in a taglist just comment on this post ❤️. Enjoy!!
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To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been working on your new costume a few minutes after Miguel was called out to a mission. It was lonely sometimes without him despite the hundreds of spider people around. You knew that you and Miguel were a little closer than others, and his company had always lightened your mood.
You begged him to let you come with him on this mission but he immediately shut you down, rushing off after telling you it’s too dangerous, plus, your suit isnt finished. It was whatever, you scoffed and sat back down to carry on with the designs. “Asshole” you muttered to yourself, mimicking his facial expressions only to make yourself laugh but once you calmed down and looked to the clock and saw it was 10:34pm, you decided to work a little on your laptop in miguels chair (he had the comfiest chair of course).
The door and slammed wide open and yet you didnt flinch for a second, Miguel stumbled in onto his knees, panting and clawing at his neck “fuck what is this” he heaved as he continued to squirm. His fangs had retracted and he felt his body growing warmer and warmer at a certain smell, he didnt realise that smell was you until he forced himself up onto his feet and saw you asleep in his chair, your body hunched over on the desk with your laptop still open, the white light lighting up your face. Miguel almost purred at the sight of you drooling on his desk.
“te necesito” he muttered breathlessly before scrunching up his face in frustration. He couldnt do that to you? right? You were new, still young. You’d hate him but god he couldnt stop his legs from moving towards you. He growled and so desperately tried to hold himself back, his cock straining against his suit.
You were whining ever so slightly in your sleep, Miguel wasnt aware if you were having a nightmare but its what he assumed and it only drove him even crazier “poor bebita” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through your hair before letting the bottom half of his suit fade away, his cock resting against your cheek. His tip was almost gushing with precum, he gripped the back of your hair and growled before pushing the tip into your drooling mouth “oh fuck, thats it good girl” he whimpered as his body grew hotter, his hips suddenly bucking harder into your mouth. Your head twitched and pulled back a little but Miguel gripped your hair tighter holding you in place “im sorry bebita im so sorr- f-fuck” his dick hit the back of your throat and he doubled over emptying his cum on your tongue.
He pulled out panting, he stared down at you expecting you to jolt awake but you were still fast asleep. You were more of a deep sleeper than he thought. Initially he thought he was okay, but the sight of his warm cum dribbling out of your mouth only hardened his cock again. He didnt waste another second, he lifted you up from the desk, the cum from his mouth smearing onto his shoulder causing him to groan. He carried you to his bed and layed you on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulled down your leggings along with your socks and shirt, you stirred for a moment and Miguel stopped, looking at your face until it relaxed again “so good for me, you love it dont you? you want me just as much as i want you” his eyes had turned a deep red, he felt feral.
He straddled your thighs and ran his fingers down your spine before gripping your ass cheeks tight, putting his weight down and spreading you wide open, your puffy pussy exposed to him. He heaved again, saliva spitting from his mouth before spitting directly onto your pussy. This time, you jolted.
“M-Miguel?” you lifted your head realising it was planted down on soft sheets. You feel a pair of large hands on your ass and you quickly realised the situation, the head of his cock pressed against your hole and you immediately thrashed against him to get away “no no! stay!” Miguel had tears in his eyes he was so desperate. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. “Miguel stop! Im a virgin please please dont do this” you were almost sobbing and Miguel let go of your hands.
“Virgin?” he asked as he looked down again, spreading your pussy lips before looking at the back of your head. “I wont…i wont hurt you okay? please bebita” he leaned down, his body weight completely pinning you down as he kissed behind your ear. “need you so bad, just don’t fight it and it wont hurt i promise” you were panting and whining, you were so scared but also full of adrenaline. You were crushing on Miguel the minute you laid eyes on him. But you were just scared.
Miguel nipped your earlobe making you yelp, he growled and sat back up on his knees, he let you have control over your arms as he started rubbing his thick tip along your slit. He used his thighs to pin your legs together, making sure you wouldnt be able to squirm so much. He pushed in a little and sighed in relief at your loud whining “it hurts! miguel w-wait” but he didnt, he forced himself deeper and deeper, he knew it wouldve been easier for you if his dick was any smaller. He felt guilty in his gut as he continued and struggled to force his cock all the way inside you “shh relax, take me all in baby come on” he pulled back before pushing in again and this time your pussy opened up for him, letting him slide right in making you cry out loudly “miguel!” you were frantic, trying to get away from the pain but Miguel only held you in place, hushing you and kissing your shoulder as he refused to stop his movements.
“Shh it’s alright, dont be scared it’s over j…just stay still and oh- everything will be fine!” he stuttered as sweat dripped from his face. His gut was burning with desire and he couldnt stop, he so desperately wanted to pull out and hold you, tell you hes sorry but he couldn’t.
Miguel had shown a little mercy by flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs before slipping his hands behind your knees and pinning your legs to your chest, folding you together. He saw the fear in your face when you looked down at the size of him “no dont look mi amor, look at me thats it…you’re okay this is gonna feel so good trust me” you shook your head but he only nodded his before sliding his dick back into your pussy. You gasped and pressed your palm’s against his chest a poor attempt to keep him from going any further, he moaned and only slid deeper, hitting your cervix. “too deep” you told him shakily and he ignored you, lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders and pounding into you “fuck you’re so tight, leaking everywhere you little slut you love it, stop being so fucking dramatic and take it” the moment he said this, he slammed against your g-spot and your eyes rolled back “o-oh my god” you bucked your hips up and he smiled against your neck “good girl there we go…” he pulled away to look at you, taking in your beautiful features while pounding you.
You were moaning at each thrust, it was music to Miguels ears and as soon as you started panicking, unknown to what was coming he almost exploded. “mmm fuck dont fight it, let it happen bebita come on let it all out” his encouragement had you crying, your pussy squeezing his cock as you came, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting but it didnt matter, he grabbed your throat tightly and kissed you, pushing his tongue deep in your mouth as he rammed his warm sticky cum into your womb.
Miguel laid his head on your chest, he felt a weight lift off him and he came back to his senses when he heard you crying. He immediately shot up and looked down at you with a frown “oh no…oh im so sorry i..i didnt..i dont know what to say” he cupped your cheeks desperate to hear you say something.
You shook your head in his hands “please dont leave” Miguel was stunned for a moment at your plea, your body was shaking and his heart broke “hey..hey look at me im not going anywhere” he looked into your reddening eyes “im not going anywhere…im so sorry this wasnt how i wanted this to go” he sighed and laid his head back onto your chest “i was hit with some powder i dont know what came over me when i saw you, please babygirl believe me when i say i didnt wanna hurt you i-i never want to hurt you” you were looking up at him, smiling weakly “it’s okay Miguel..i understand” you nuzzle into him and he clung to you tightly “i wont let anyone hurt you..you’re mine” he was gentle with words, it almost felt normal.
You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.
A/N: Thank you for reading! 💕
likes and reposts are so appreciated <3
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sarahghetti · 1 year ago
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can you pretend to be my boyfriend?; m.k.
pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader
summary: the boys pretend to be your boyfriend in order to save you from a creepy stranger.
warnings: inappropriate behaviour towards the reader, female!reader.
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steven
you lean over the gift shop counter, eyes wide as you ask, “can you pretend to be my boyfriend?”
poor steven is just confused at first.
“pretend to be—wait, what do you mean—?”
he doesn’t get a chance to finish that thought because the man who’s been trying to flirt with you all day suddenly rounds the corner, and you’re out of time.
“there you are!” a smarmy grin, eyes looking you up and down. it makes your skin crawl. “I was worried that you might’ve left before I could get a chance to talk to you again.”
“yeah, wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” you mutter.
it clicks in steven’s brain then, though not exactly fast enough for him to come up with a retort other than, “right, yeah, right.”
the man’s attention doesn’t waver from you, however, and you squirm on the spot. time for a hail mary, you suppose, turning back to steven. “are we still good for lunch, babe?”
“oh, yes, lunch—right, of course, love,” steven nods, more confident. “I just need to finish up some last things here, if you’re willing to wait a bit?”
you’re ready to say no worries, take all the time you need when the guy scoffs, barely sparing steven a glance. “a sales clerk? really?”
“better than the wet tissue you are, bruv,” steven snaps back, so fast that he surprises himself a little. something simmers under the man’s expression, but steven’s faster. “do I need to call security?”
that finally gets to the guy, who just mutters curses under his breath before finally pissing off. your smile is genuine now when you look at steven. “thanks for that.”
“no worries—are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you nod. “don’t suppose you’re actually free right now, are you? the least I could do is buy you lunch as thanks.”
luckily for the both of you, he is, and he rounds the counter with a wide smile on his face before you lead the two of you out.
marc
he’s just waiting to place his order at a coffee shop when you walk in, some guy hot on your heels and prattling on despite your obvious discomfort.
“oh, hey, babe!” he doesn’t even realize you’re calling out to him until he meets your gaze, and the pleading look in your eyes is all he needs to understand what’s going on. “sorry I’m late.”
“it’s all good.” marc knows the drill, injecting warmth into his smile as he walks up to greet you. he gives you a small nod, letting you know that he’s got your back as he slips his hand into yours. “was worried about you for a minute there.”
“wait, are you two…?” the man looks between you, eyebrows furrowed.
“mhm.” he keeps his tone light, but is secretly watching like a hawk for any signs of escalation. when the guy’s mouth twists into a scowl, marc subtly tugs you behind him.
“you never said you had a boyfriend.” the venom in the words is terrifying, but marc doesn’t flinch.
“no need to cause a scene, man,” he says, tone amicable, but you take a peek at his face and his expression is as hard as stone. “now, if you’ll excuse us.”
marc leads you back into the line to order, squeezing your hand gently to stop you from looking over your shoulder. there’s the heavy stomping of feet before you hear the bell ring over the door as the guy leaves.
the relief is palpable. you finally let go of marc’s hand, face warm as you smile sheepishly at him. “thanks for the help. let me buy you a coffee?”
“don’t worry about it.” he shakes his head, but you offer again and, well, if you insist. he doesn’t mind spending the rest of his afternoon with you at all.
jake
he’s the one to notice your discomfort from across the pub, how you subtly shift away from the man leaning in close to speak directly into your ear.
when you meet his eyes, you mouth, help? and jake doesn’t even think twice before downing the rest of his drink and making his way to your table. he slaps a hand down onto the guy’s shoulder, making him jump. “think you’re in my seat, hombre.”
the man’s greasy smirk twitches, obviously thinking that jake is interrupting his ‘game’ or whatever the fuck. “nah, man, I’m just—”
“trying to hit on my girl, yeah, I can see that.” jake grins at him, but you get the impression that he’s baring his teeth more than anything. he looks to you, and his gaze softens. “you okay, there, baby?”
“better now,” you say, and it’s not a lie.
the guy turns to jake fully, sizing him up. “you think you’re so tough, huh?”
jake doesn’t even blink, just raises a single eyebrow as if daring for him to suggest taking the matter outside. it’s not even a competition, because the man backs off a moment later, angrily slipping out of the booth without looking back.
you don’t breathe until the guy finally leaves the building, at which point a heavy sigh falls from your lips.
“the nerve of that guy,” jake mutters, clicking his tongue.
“right?” you shake your head, then gesture to the now-vacant seat beside you. “care for a drink? I think I owe you after your help back there.”
“you owe me nothing,” he corrects, but slides in beside you anyways, taking your offer with a smile.
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oddballwriter · 10 months ago
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Calling Them your Husband
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Warnings: nothing really 
Author’s Snip: I just wanted to make some tooth-rotting fluff so enjoy
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
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Steven Grant
When you call him your husband, it was originally a joke, sort of
Your friend called you while you were out doing errands with Steven and they asked what you were doing, to which you said "I'm out with my husband getting stuff done."
Steven just blushes and does that goofy little smile he does because he's never heard you say that but now he wants to hear it all the time now
You guys are in a long committed relationship together and you two have been living together for some time now but he's been too anxious to ask about possibly getting married some day. Not knowing if that's something you want or if you just want to cohabitate as a couple instead
But now that he heard you refer to him as your husband (even if it was a little joke) he wants to marry you in a heartbeat so that you can actually call him your husband and he can call you his wife/husband/spouse
He just thinks about it the whole day but doesn't say anything to see if you will call him that again in case pointing it out will cause you to stop. He is a bit more affectionate though, sneaking in a pick on the cheek or something and secretly making goo-goo eyes at you
When you get home and you aren't in range of seeing it Steven starts looking up engagement rings and prices to see which one would look nice on you and try and save up money
Steven also starts to subtly, at least as subtle as he can be, ask you about if you want to get married someday
He's such a dork though, bless his soul, in his brain he's just kicking his feet and giggling. He's looking at prices for venues and planners already.
Marc Spector
Marc has it in him to get married, we know that
But in his mind he doesn't really see himself as "husband material". He thinks that he's got too much baggage that you'd have to deal with if you were married
He acts like you two haven't been living together and splitting the bills and stuff, which is sometimes what marriage is, in the most domestic way possible
To him, he can't really see himself being able to do the whole marriage thing all over again
That was until some drunk creep was hitting on you while you and him were on a date and you told the guy "I'm with my husband" which warded that guy off
For some reason you calling him your husband while you locked your arm with his just washed those feelings of doubt out. Something about it just made him feel so confident
Like "Yeah I'm their husband! Back off!"
After that Marc was more open with himself about the idea of letting that title back into his life and getting to call you his spouse too
He more so likes the ability to call you his spouse. Possessiveness is in him and by god does getting to call you his spouse feed it
Marc will ask about the idea of marriage sometime after that just to see if you like it
If you want to get married then he's on board. But if you think cohabitating suits you better then he's fine with that too
So long as you're there together and you love him then he's content and happy
Jake Lockley
Damn right he's your husband
Honestly ever since you two got serious with your relationship, became committed to each other, and moved in he's just been like "We are married now" in his head
He's never said that out loud but he knows that the feeling is there with you too
It wasn't until you semi-jokingly called him your husband when some girls were checking him out and you huffed and puffed about it
"What's the matter? I wasn't flirting back." "Well, excuse me for not wanting some giggling college girls to be eyeing up my husband."
And that just... made him feel something, in his heart and in his pants
No but seriously. After that night cohabitating and acting like a married couple wasn't enough. He needs to put a ring on you and vice versa
He will go down to town hall and get those damn papers and buy the rings right now
Jake was originally just going to wait until you said that you wanted to get officially married, but he just can't anymore
In the morning you guys are going to buy rings, get the papers filled out, and planning the wedding
He's got the wedding planner on speed dial and a house with a picket fence in the nice part of town ready to go, just say "I do" please
Honestly at this point he never wants to hear his name come out of your mouth ever again. To you, it's either "hun" "hunny" "dear" or "sweetheart"
Light of his life, air in his lungs, fire in his loins
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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago
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(18+) horny brainrot & hcs about the men I write for..
includes: bucky barnes, logan howlett, matt murdock, miguel o’hara, moon boys, peter quill, pietro maximoff, spencer reid, tangerine
fem!reader, mdni
cw. mentions of edging, blow jobs, dry humping, cock warming, oral (f receiving) fingering/ clit play, pinv sex
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bucky barnes: likes to eat you out after you've had a bad day. he likes to listen to you try to formulate words describing the details of your day while his tongue flicks over your clit - the feel making your mind blank and hazy. he loves listening to you restart your sentences over and over and over because you keep cutting yourself off with noises - with moans
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logan howlett: likes to play with your clit while he’s fucking you. palm resting on your public bone, thumb extended down to your clit — the motion slow and unrushed. each little circle and swirl matches the pace of his strokes, his cock fucking into you. the sensation of his dual touch earning him all your beautiful sounds and noises. every little one acting as fuel, as his momentum to keep going for you.
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matt murdock: he knows the moment just as you're about to let go. he listens to your body, to your heart - listens to it pick up in rhythm, to it pump wildly just before that moment. he listens to your breathing stagger and heighten, listens to the change in your body, to your muscles seize and tense. though that's all he lets you feel. he snatches himself away just as you're about to cum - pulling away his cock or tongue or fingers, not allowing you that sweet moment of release. he plays with you, endlessly working you up until you're just shy of your orgasm, then yanks himself away - listening to you whine and protest, panting wildly. he tells you he'll be nice on you and let you cum, but it'll be the same story again. working you up impossibly more, leaving you on the cusp of your high
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miguel o'hara: he won't always fuck you with the full length of his dick. sometimes, he's just too much for you to take, so you have to satiate your need with just the tip of his cock. he'd keep his fat head wedged snuggly inside you, not moving or giving you any friction you desperately need. only placing his thumb over your clit, circling it slowly as he essentially uses his tip as a plug. he'd look down at you almost pitifully, cooing at you when you'd pout and whine, trying to take more of him. but he won't allow it - placing a large hand on your hip, stilling you as he continues to toy with your clit
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moon boys: they make you wear a blindfold while they take turns fucking you. you have to figure out who is fronting solely by their touch - no talking, no communicating, no nothing. you have to differentiate them by their strokes and rhythm, by the way they fuck you, by how they touch and caress you. they don't like being mistaken for one another, so you best not guess wrong - they won't be so lenient with you
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peter quill: a lazy, heated makeout in bed under the covers. both wearing comfy, cozy underwear, quill hovering atop, your legs wrapped around his hips - keeping him snug to you. kissing each other carnally, all slow and sloppy, breathy muffled moans into one another's mouths as he nudges his clothed chub-on on your pussy. leisurely winding his rock-hard cock against the pit of heat between your thighs. one hand on your throat deepening the kiss, the other holding your hand beside your head
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pietro maximoff: before you both get down and dirty one night, he'd pull out a deep, dark red lipstick from his nightstand, asking you to put some on before you suck him off. he loves to see the red kisses scattered along his chest and stomach - your lipstick marks littered over his pale skin as you work down to settle between his thighs. he'd smear the red over your mouth, his thumb dragging over your slightly bruised lips - smudging the lipstick around. he keeps his eyes glued on you the whole time, watching the way your mouth wraps around his cock, leaving a messy red ring at the base - streaks running up his shaft
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spencer reid: enjoys the intimacy of touch during sex. loves the feeling of your fingers in his messy curls, your hand soft and gentle on his face as his cock rocks into you. it would all be slow and sweet - the encounter so leisured and unrushed. the steady wind of his hips into yours and the warmth of each of your hands on one another faces, creating a beautifully tender moment
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tangerine: loves to play with your cunt while he's sat behind. you'd lean into him against the headboard, your back resting against his chest, one of his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, the other between your thighs. he'd extend his neck, reaching around to kiss up the side of your throat, peppering your skin in soft, light kisses as he lazily rubs over your clit. middle and ring finger leisurely circling over the swollen nub. just him mindlessly toying with you as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet words into your skin as he palms your tits with his spare hand
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had some of these ideas floating around for ages, but never done anything with them—so finally finally wrote about the brainrot that’s been eating me up
added bucky and reid mar 5th
added logan oct 11th
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