#Jake lockly x reader

[vermillionsails]

MASTER LIST

These are the fic's and headcannons I have written so far. I do update and add slowly but surely. Shitposts are now included!!

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💦 smut

☁️ fluff

⭐ normal

🕊️ dead dove or darker

🫀 angst

Miguel O'Hara

Cat-Astrophe -☁️

Cat-Astrophe part 2 [coming soon] - ☁️

Prowl [Coming soon] - 💦

Squirm [coming soon] - 💦

Moon knight System

Marc Spector headcanons Part 1 -⭐

Marc Spector headcanons part 2 -⭐

Marc Spector headcanons part 3 [coming soon] -⭐💦

Steven Grant Fountain Pen -☁️

Jake Lockly Where To? [coming soon] -💦

Jake Lockly Needy little thing [coming soon] - 💦

Jake Lockly surprise [coming soon] -⭐💦

Moon knight system holding their newborn for the first time [coming soon] -☁️⭐

Moon knight system Abandon all hope [coming soon] -⭐🫀

Moon knight System Sekhmet's aphrodisiac [coming soon] -💦🫀☁️

Steven Grant Make it rain [Coming soon] -💦☁️

Punisher

Uppercut - ⭐

Daredevil

Something to hold on to [coming soon] -⭐☁️

Poe Dameron

Hyperspace Parturition part 1 [coming soon]-⭐🫀☁️

Protostar part 2 [coming soon] -⭐🫀☁️

Mike Schmitt F.N.A.F

11pm [coming soon] - 💦☁️

Cooper Howard/ the Ghoul

big iron part 2 coming soon

Shitposts/random bullshit I think I'm funny

Characters I'll be writing for.

The Mandalorian

Joel Miller t.l.o.u

Venom/Eddie brock

Jack Russel Werewolf By Night

Blade (when the new movie comes out next year)

Bobs Burgers (headcannons only)

T.M.N.T (fluff only)

Cooper Howard/ The Ghoul

Daredevil/Matt Murdoc

Punisher/ Frank Castle

Miguel O'Hara / Spiderman 2099

Moon knight system/ Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, and Steven Grant

Most likely I will update this and I have a couple of fic's that definitely need re-editing. I write these when I get the urge and that's usually 3am and sleep deprived lol 😅. My asks are open if anyone want's to share headcannon's, ask for a small blurb, ask questions about my fic's or if your bored and wanna ramble about characters. 🧡💚 My character writing list can change at random and is open to different characters.

[marvelthottie]

New Rules Part 3 - Jake Lockley

Moon Knight fic - Steven Grant x Black Reader, Jake Lockly x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader

~ Was at work listening to New Rules by Dua Lipa and it fits the MoonBoys

~ Princesa - My Princess

One: Don't pick up the phone

You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend

You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

You and Jake were complete opposites, you were day & he was night. You like stopping and smelling the roses while he plows through them. You guys bicker like an old married couple, from where you order out to what movie you should watch. It was only natural, he was stubborn, and you were opinionated. You always told them exactly how you felt, especially when you broke up with them.

Steven left you alone; Marc, drunk calls you, but Jake refuses to give you up.

A week after the initial break up, you were at your apartment, which seemed so foreign to you. You always stayed at Steven’s place, used to the mess, but your apartment is too pristine for your liking. You were watching a late-night gaming show. Reruns of The Price is Right and others when the knock came. Knocks were putting it lightly, startling you out of your daze. You grabbed your phone, reading the time, 1:29, glaring at you.

‘What the hell’ you thought; you got up walking the short distance to the door. You should’ve known who it was before opening it; maybe the sleepiness was getting to you. It was Jake; he didn’t greet you as you opened the door, looking at you expectingly.

“I’m not letting you in, Jake,” you said, standing with your arms crossed.

He stood there, jaw clenched and shoulder squared.

“You can not do this, princesa.”

“Yes, I can, and it’s already done.”

“No, it hasn’t. You broke with Steven and Marc, not me.”

“ Well, in that case, we’re done, Jake.” You go to close the door and this conversation, but before you can, he puts his foot in the way.

You sighed, opening the door again, to which he pushed himself inside.

“ I did not do anything, Princesa.”

“Exactly, Jake!” You exclaimed, “ I asked one thing from you, all of you, for the truth, and i didn’t get anything.”

“ It isn't safe to know.”

“That is for me to decide, not you three. I told Marc, I told Steven, and I’m telling you once again.”

This wasn’t the first time you and Jake had this conversation. Jake always told you the truth, whether you wanted to hear it. So it hurts you when he wouldn’t tell you where they disappeared.

“Princesa, why do we have to argue—“

“It’s not arguing because there is no changing my mind; leave Jake.” You said, motioning towards the door.

He stared at you, and you fidgeted under his harsh gaze. After a minute had passed, he sighed, kissed your cheek, and left. You closed the door behind him, heart hurting like an ending book chapter.

[jake-g-lockley]

Are you still planning to update the other woman for jake lockly

At this point i will since im the other woman 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Read the old one again while i cook something up better than the cheating scandal i went through 😭😭😭😭😭

[heartsfromjeanee]

Skating Savior

Steven Grant x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader (Marc Spector x Reader Mention)

Summary: You decide that going ice skating with your boyfriends would be a great idea, until you realize that you have no skills on the ice whatsoever. Warnings: None!

Now that the winter weather was approaching and holiday spirit was high, you were determined to do every cute little holiday activity with your three boys. First thing on your list was to go ice skating, which in your head sounded like a great idea, but as you and Steven got on the ice, you realized that you definitely overestimated your own skills.

“I swear I used to be able to do this better when I was younger…” You mumbled to yourself as you tried to keep your balance as you held onto the side of the rink. Steven on the other hand seemed to be doing just fine, as he glided smoothly next to you.

“Love don’t worry, you’ll catch the hang of it after a few minutes…here take my hand I’ll help you balance.” Steven said as he took your free hand that didn’t have a deathly grip against the wall. You were starting to get frustrated with yourself, not wanting to slow Steven down from enjoying himself.

“When did you learn to ice skate anyways?” You asked, trying to take your mind off of the fear of falling which was very present in your mind.

“Don’t know if I’m being honest. I’ve been on the ice only a couple times in my life, suppose it just comes naturally.” He said with a shrug. “Try to keep your head up Love, it makes it easier trust me.”

You nodded, making an effort to keep your head up and forward, your grip on Steven's hand tightening as you did so. His advice had been working, as you were able to start to feel more confident as you moved. Slowly, you let go of the wall, a smile breaking out onto your face.

“Steven I’m doing it!” You exclaimed and Steven let out a chuckle. Both you started to move faster, until your confidence started to get the best of you and you suddenly loss your footing, falling down onto the ice. Luckily, you were able to catch yourself with your hands before your head hit the ground.

“Oh Cariño, how’d you get down there?” You didn’t need to look up to know that Jake had a smug look on his face as he crouched down to help you up.

“Don’t tell me you're a pro at ice skating too.” You said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you back up onto your feet, all while managing to keep his feet steady on the ice.

“Hey! It’s a skill that could come in handy! Such as these times where I have to keep my girl from ending up in an emergency room because of some ice skates.”

You rolled your eyes as you wiped your hands on the side of your pants, trying to get the feeling of the burning ice to go away. Jake noticed and took your hands inside of his, keeping them wrapped inside of his for a moment, before bringing them up to his face and place a soft kiss onto them. He flipped them over to look to see the condition your hands were in, and to his assumption, they were red with scratches all over your palms.

“My poor Princesa. Whose idea was to do this again?”

“Mine.”

“Of course. You think you’ve had enough skating for the day?”

“Very much so.”

Jake chuckled, letting your hands go and slide his arms around your waist pulling you close to him while you wrapped yours around his neck to keep your balance.

“How about we go to the diner down the street from out flat? I could go for a delicious greasy burger and fries right now.” He suggests while placing his forehead onto yours.

“If Marc or Steven heard that, I think they would both be appalled.” You said with a laugh, knowing that Marc preferred the system to try to eat high protein meals only to keep up with their shape and well, Steven was just vegan.

“Ah trust me their going banana’s up in my head. Now c’mon what do ya say Cariño?”

“Well, lead the way Mr. Lockley. Scratch that. Steer me towards the ring exit and then you can lead the way.” You said and Jake smiled, giving you a sweet kiss before pulling away.

“Alright, but I better get a tip for the service.”

“Oh I’ll give you a tip, just have to wait for it until we get home sweetheart.”

Jake had to bite his lip to restrain the groan that wanted to come out of his mouth from the words you said, as his imagination went wild. Without a second thought, he swirled you around and kept his hands steady onto you, moving the both of you as fast and safely as he could out of that ice rink. He began to think that maybe your idea of going ice skating hadn't been so bad at after all.

[kittyofalltrades]

The Moon and The Sorcerer

Steven finally gets the courage to ask you out, in a rather unconventional way.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Eventual Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockly x Reader

Word: 7219

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Warnings: Show canon DID, PinV, Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F rec), Steven says a dirty word, caught looking at the booty

“I have DID,” Steven blurted out to you. 

You turned to look at him fully after the sudden confession, a confession that you had never expected out of him, at least not right now. Raising your eyebrow at him, he felt compelled to repeat himself. 

“I’m sorry, but I kind of already knew. I can see your souls,” you admit with a sheepish smile. 

You hadn’t meant to peek into his personal life but his hand shake had left you feeling a slight sense of deja vu. That’s when you’d peered at him and found the shadow of three souls lurking. You hadn’t remarked on it, because it wasn’t your place to, so you never mentioned it again. There’s also the possibility that he wasn’t even aware about the extra souls he carried. 

“Souls? More than one?” Steven asked in confusion. Wasn’t he just a splinter off of Marc? Why should he have his own soul?

“Three, to be exact,” you explained. “Did you not know?”

“Even though I- we have DID, I was still expecting only one soul,” Steven explained. He shouldn’t have been surprised after the events of the Duat, when Tawaret had to weigh both his and Marc’s hearts. 

Steven, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do your best impression of Gus, Marc chided him. He could understand and accept the shock of finding out they had multiple souls but if he was going to ask this girl out, flapping his jaw wasn’t gonna work. 

Steven closed his mouth with a click and watched you shelve several more plushies before he tried again. 

“I like you. I have ever since I came back only to find out Donna had given you my job,” He started again. “You’re always so kind to me and never treat me differently, despite the rumors that Donna and JB spread. And! And you don’t think I’m strange when I ramble on about different topics and I like that about you. I’d like to take you on a date? Only if you want.”

You nodded at the mention of rumors, you’d heard about the destruction of the toilets and when you went to investigate, you discovered exactly what happened. But he didn’t seem dangerous, even after you played the echo of the attack over and over. At first he seemed scared, until he steeled himself to defend himself. Well, the second man had defended them. The glowing white eyes in the suit had shown that he was not ordinary, just like you, and you didn’t mind that at all. 

Shut up and give her a chance to answer, Marc groaned. At the rate Steven was going he was likely to talk over her answer. And Marc wasn’t sure he could fix this particular rejection if she said no.

Steven snapped his mouth shut and waited for an answer, anything. Just words instead of her nodding serenely at him. When a few more seconds passed Steven realised with a heavy heart that she was just being nice to him and was going to say no. 

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” he told her softly. “Just forget I asked.”

“What? No. I was going to say yes,” you tell him in surprise after the withdrawal of the offer. “I was just thinking about the other things you mentioned.”

“No, it's okay, really, you don’t have to be nice about it.”

“No! Steven, I really want to go out with you.”

You watched as Steven’s face blossomed into a bright happy smile in an instant. The smile lit up his features and made him look almost angelic, in direct contrast to the look of sadness he’d had just a moment ago.

“You sure? Tomorrow night, yeah? That way we can spend the day after together?” Steven suggested. 

You gave Steven a bright smile. “Sounds great!”

You studied the text exchange between you and Steven with a small frown. Since finding out you were a vegetarian, he’d wanted to go somewhere you liked, despite the possibility of not having many options for himself. You wanted to go to a place he liked so that he wouldn’t have to fuss with the menu. That led to a minor argument. He wanted to make things easier on you and you wanted to do the same. Neither of you wanted to give an inch until finally a text had come in saying that a vegan restaurant was perfect and sending you the address.

Steven glared at his phone looking at the text Marc had sent. He was trying to be a gentleman about the whole food thing, trying to take her to her favorite place but it just evolved into a small argument. A small argument that Marc had squashed by sending the address of a neutral restaurant with vegan and vegetarian options. He wasn’t mad about the back and forth, rather he was more upset that Marc had stepped in and interfered. But it needed to be done. 

When you arrived at the restaurant, you smoothed down your purple sundress, hoping it would keep you cool during this unseasonably warm night. Part of you also hoped that Steven would like it. You wanted to say you didn’t dress with him in mind but that felt too close to a lie for you. 

“Wow, you look beautiful, love,” Steven’s voice said, pulling you out of your thoughts about whether or not he’d like the dress. The admiration in his voice assured you that he did and it made your stomach flutter.

Steven was dressed nicer than you’d ever seen him, wearing a dark long sleeve dress shirt and a white tie, done in an Eldridge knot, notoriously hard but still beautiful. As he led you into the restaurant, you risked a glance down at his ass, noticing he kept his too-tight pants on. When you finally dragged your eyes away from his backside, you could have sworn his reflection smirked at you for a second, which was impossible since Steven was talking to the hostess. 

You glanced at his reflection one more time before turning your full attention back to the hostess and Steven. The hostess seemed charmed by Steven and vaguely amused by your presence with him, but she grabbed two of the menus and led you to a cozy candle lit table near the back of the restaurant. She gave Steven another small smile before sliding the menus onto the table and leaving.

You sat in the chair furthest away from the walkway and gave Steven a small smile. 

“I’m sorry about earlier, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t have to pick at the menu,” you told him in apology.

“It’s alright, love. I might have been a little stubborn,” Steven stated softly. “I just wanted to make sure our date was a good one, so you’d want to go out again.”

“Well that was a rubbish start,” you laughed. “But I think things can always go up from there.”

At the word rubbish, Steven sagged in his chair a little, but when you laughed he straightened up again. His sweet smile was quickly back in place and the little tension that hovered between the two of you disappeared. He was worried that he’d ruined things before they even got started. Maybe Marc’s intervention was just what was needed.

After placing your orders, you launched into discussion with Steven about Greek versus Egyptian Gods.

“Artemis was much kinder than what I’ve heard of Khonshu,” you told Steven with a smile.

“Khonshu does have a history of doing some very unsavory things,” Steven agreed. “But kind is subjective when it comes to the gods.”

You laughed at the discussion, you never expected the man that worked in the gift shop to sound so much like a tour guide.

“You sound like you know some good Khonshu stories,” you said with a smile on your face. 

Steven took that as permission to start telling all the myths of Khonshu, carefully leaving out the god’s recent exploits with Ammit. He did include the tale of the affair between Hathor and Khonshu, making you laugh. 

“Khonshu doesn’t seem like the type for love,” you pointed out between giggles.

“No, he doesn’t, eh? But when you are a god, you have to do something with your free time, and apparently messing with mortals only occupies so much time,” Steven answered with a grin. 

Steven you can't talk about mythology all night. It’s gonna get boring, Marc chided Steven. Besides, you don’t want to accidentally summon him here on your date. I don’t think ‘sorry Khonshu, I was telling this cute girl about your personal life’ is going to go well.

Marc’s words made Steven close his mouth with a click. He wasn’t surprised that Marc would think mythology was boring, but he’d expected you to stop him if he was carrying on too much. He dropped his eyes feeling a pang of hurt at the idea that you’d just let him carry on embarrassing himself. 

“What happened? You were just getting to the best part, you were just about to explain why Khonshu was eating the hearts,” you told him wondering what was going on in his head between one breath and the next.

“I– um he was eating them to gain the strengths of the owners,” Steven said softly. “I’m sorry, Marc told me I was being boring.”

“Marc?”

“He’s the host, he said I was boring you with the stories,” Steven said softly.

“I was enjoying the stories, I’ve never heard these before. Greek mythology is more my speed.”

You reached across the table and grasped his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze. When his face brightened again you knew all would be well. You just hadn’t expected this Marc person to be whispering in his ear during your date, it was strange to you but not for him, apparently. You hoped Marc might keep his own counsel about what was boring after being assured that you had enjoyed the animated stories Steven had been telling you.

When the two steaming dishes of food arrived, you found yourselves tucking in with matching hums of delight at the taste. You hadn’t expected a restaurant that served both vegan and vegetarian food to be this delicious. You were pleasantly surprised and so was Steven. You worked through half your food, even trying each other’s plates, before Steven started talking again.

“So… you said you saw our souls? How? That's not really a normal thing to be able to do,” Steven wondered out loud. “Not that I’m saying you’re not normal!”

“I’m a sorcerer, just not an active one you could say. I stopped my study of magic for now,” you explained to him. “I used to train with some of the best but after the last Sorcerer Supreme died, I sort of quit.”

“Wow, that’s brilliant,” Steven gushed excitedly. “Can you give a demonstration? I mean you don’t have to, but I’d love it if you did.”

You reached for the bright purple napkin on the empty table next to you and gave it a quick shake. When you did it turned into a pure white moonflower. Once the small bloom sat in your hand you passed it to Steven.

“A moonflower for the gentlemen,” you told him with a smile. He took the bloom tentatively from your fingers, surprised to find that it was a real fragrant flower he held between his fingers. He looked at you in awe.

“Why this flower?”

“It’s the only night blooming one I could think of that most people might not have seen,” you replied happy with his reaction. “The last time I did that I got called a charlatan. But how could I have done that if I was?”

“I don’t know? That seems like a hard thing to fake,” Steven said while he fingered the petals. “Can you do it again without the napkin?”

With a flick of your wrist and a soft smile you summoned a pink Camellia blossom. He probably didn’t know the meaning behind the blossom that you passed him but he still accepted it with a happy smile. 

Steven, why did she give you a moon flower? I know not everything moon related has to do with Khonshu but really, a moon flower? Does she know we are Avatars or was the flower just a fluke? Marc demanded, this date was leaving him with questions he didn’t know and he needed answers. 

Steven tried to listen to the story that you were telling about the time your teacher forced your astral form out of your physical form but Marc was distracting him. It was hard to listen to both and he was afraid he was going to ruin the evening by being inattentive. Thankfully, the waitress came over with complimentary ice cream.

“Vanilla almond milk ice cream for the small magic show,” she’d said with a smile at you.

“Oh thank you,” you said with a laugh as your cheeks heated. You had thought your small show of power might have gone unnoticed, but it hadn’t and Steven was beaming at you proudly as he dug into the frozen treat. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so flashy.”

“It’s bloody brilliant is what it was,” Steven told you brightly. “I’ve never seen magic like this before.”

We are literally the avatars of a god.

“Thanks,” you busied yourself in your ice cream not talking again until the bill was paid and Steven was pulling you out of the building. 

“Tonight out with you was amazing, I’d like to do it again sometime,” Steven told you while he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The squeeze sent butterflies through you at how easily he touched you.

“I don’t want tonight to end,” you confessed softly. 

Steven glanced around the street trying to regain his bearings. They weren’t that far from his flat, maybe she could spend a few more hours with him. “We could keep the night going. My flat isn’t too far from here, maybe come for a coffee, yeah?”

You’ve basically invited her back to the apartment for sex, Marc pointed out snidely. 

Your cheeks flamed at the offer. The invitation was delivered innocently enough but you weren’t completely sure. Before you could ask, his cheeks glowed red as well and he started to stammer. What you could make out of his hasty words was a mixture of apology and misunderstanding.

Steven hadn’t been trying to imply he wanted to get you home for sex. The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Well sex crossed his mind, quite frequently sometimes, but not this time. This time, he really just wanted to spend time with you. And what was he going to do? He was a virgin, the only person he’d ever made cum was himself, with the help of porn, his imagination or his hand. He couldn’t just bring a woman home and then disappoint her so badly that she never spoke to him again.

STEVEN! Shut up and calm down! She didn’t shut you down immediately, you still have a shot. Just don’t blow it by making it seem like you don’t want her to come over by babbling. Now kiss her, that’ll tell you where you’re at, Marc coached from the restaurant window reflection. 

Steven stopped his stammered apology and took a deep breath. He reached out and angled your face upward to his, your eyes widened slightly at his actions but he pushed through the nervousness. “Can I kiss you?” he asked in a husky whisper.

Your tongue darted out to moisten your lips before you answer his inquiry. “Yes please,” you answered just as softly.

The first kiss was a gentle brush of lips, what you’d expect from Steven. But it didn’t last, as a moment later he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush with his body working his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like he was desperate for oxygen and you were the source. He licked into your mouth tasting the remains of the ice cream and it made him desperate for more. You pulled away from him for air and he gave a small whine as chased your lips with his.

“Your flat Steven, how far?” you asked, desperate to have his hands and lips on you again.

Steven released you and took your hand, gently leading you on the five minute walk back to his flat. The walk was short but by the time he buzzed the two of you into his building, he was breathing heavily. He pulled you in the lift, standing near him, while he was tapping his foot, impatient for the slow moving compartment. You squeezed his hand reassuringly again and he gave you a small smile.

Once the lift arrived, he aggressively jabbed the button for his floor and turned to you. Once the doors shut, he was on you again, all lips and hands. The slow moving lift gave him time to knead your breasts eagerly with his hands and to tweak your hardened nipples through the thin fabric. You fisted your hands in his curls, causing him to moan harshly and thrust his hips against yours. You marveled at the size of his cock and he thrust against you again.

Steven get out of the elevator, you can’t fuck your girl here.

Steven pulls you out of the lift with his lips still firmly attached to yours. He found his door with his lips never leaving yours, drawing fevered moans as his hands wavered between your ass and your tits. Each tweak of your nipples set you on fire while you stood pressed between him and his door, feeling the cool metal of the number digging into your back. 

Steven you need to get her inside you can’t fuck her against the door either, Marc told Steven who was lost in the kisses and the woman in front of him. After another minute, Marc snatched control to at least get them inside.

The desperate kisses paused while Marc worked his keys out of his pocket and into the door spilling you into the flat. Letting Steven front again, his lips lingered on yours for a few soft kisses before he pulled away fully with shame covering his features.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you asked Steven with concern. He was perfectly fine just a minute ago. “We can stop if you want to. Just watch a movie or actually have that coffee.”

“No! I don’t want to stop,” Steven practically shouted. “It’s just–it’s embarrassing.”

“You can tell me, I promise I won’t judge.”

“I’m a virgin,” Steven mumbled to his shoes.

Steven looked down ashamed for the first time that he was a virgin. Usually, it didn’t bother him but now that he had a beautiful woman that wanted him and had expectations of him, he wasn’t sure he could meet them.

“Everybody has a first time. If you want, we can stop here." You didn't want to press him to do anything he didn't want to do but you couldn't deny that you were extremely aroused.

"No, no. I want to. Please, love," he pleaded with you, his cheeks heated and tears pricked at his eyes at the idea of her saying no. 

Steven’s blood had completely drained from his brain and was pooling in his throbbing cock while you pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. He didn't know where to put his hands for fear of doing something wrong. 

You made quick work of undoing his pants and freeing his cock from its cloth prison. You marveled at just how large his cock was, wondering if you’d even be able to take all of him, climbing off his lap and kneeling between his legs. 

“This is gonna be fun,” you assured him, licking from the base of his cock to the tip.

Steven’s brain flat lined as you licked up his cock. He gripped the sofa arm to steady himself while gasping at the pleasurable sensation as his body let out a small shudder. He tried to count to ten to reign himself in while you ran your tongue over his cock and around the tip. He was worried that he was going to cum too quickly and disappoint you. You placed a quick kiss on the head of his cock before working it into your mouth. Once his cock hit the back of your throat, you pulled off slowly and leaned back. You laughed when you saw Steven gripping the sofa arm with white knuckles.

“Relax, you're in good hands." you kissed the head of his cock, hoping for him to relax a little before you took him back in your mouth. 

The wet cavern of your mouth felt incredible and Steven's grip only tightened.

“Fuckin' hell," he groaned. 

He couldn't stop the small bucking of his hips as you took him deeper into your mouth, and he felt bad when you gagged around him, though his cock twitched at the sound. 

You pulled his cock from your mouth with a small pop. “Relax, darling.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want it to be over too quickly,” he told you, loosening his grip on the sofa arm slightly.

"I don't expect you to keep it together," she told him while she slowly stroked him. He sounded  beautiful and completely wrecked, whimpering and moaning under your skilled touch.

Even your hand felt incredible, just any contact in general was perfect to him.  You licked the pre-cum from his tip and took him back into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you worked. Steven’s occasional hip thrust that made you gag left you smiling around his cock, some spit dribbling out around your curved lips. You were surprised that he'd held out from cumming this long when you'd pulled out every trick to push him over the edge. You bobbed your head on his cock faster trying to make him cum.

"Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel," you ordered between licks.

He'd barely been holding on but finally with your permission, he let go, cumming in your mouth with a loud cry. This was so much better than when he touched himself. Steven was shaking a little as you worked him to overstimulation, still sucking him to make sure you didn’t miss a drop. Tears prickled his eyes while you sucked the soul out of him. 

“Well, how was that for your first blow job?” you asked Steven with a dazzling smile. You didn’t need an answer; you could see the answer written all over his face with the slightly dazed look he gave you. 

Steven leaned back on the sofa, breathing heavily as he came down from his high. His deflated cock sat between you two until he tucked himself back in. After his breathing returned to normal, he turned his attention to you, still kneeling between his legs, rubbing his thighs soothingly. 

“I want to make you feel good like you made me feel,” He told you, sounding close to tears at the idea of not pleasing you. 

“I can teach you or you can learn yourself,” you offered with a smile.

“I-I think I’d like to try, love. Only proper way to learn, yeah?” he said, offering you a smile.

Steven pulled you to your feet and toward his bed, not sure where to start until you gave him the whispered command. 

“Undress me.”

Steven swallowed thickly and turned you around by your shoulders, fumbling with the zipper of your dress, pushing the material to the floor. He pinched the clasp of your bra between two fingers and pushed it off your shoulders, as well. Steven’s hands ghosted over the bare skin of your back for a minute while he marveled at the softness of your skin. 

“Panties, too,” you told him.

“Uh–right, sorry love,” he stammered, embarrassed. He hooked his fingers in the lacy material and pushed them down going to his knees as he went. 

You kicked off your shoes and turned to face him. You looked down at him, his features contorted with need and desire, and smiled. You stepped backward, sitting yourself on the edge of his bed, spreading your legs for him. Steven inched forward on his knees closing the distance between you two.

“Touch me,” you pleaded with him.

“I–um I’m not sure how,” Steven said softly casting his eyes downward.

“You said you wanted to learn. It’s time to learn,” you told him softly.

Steven nodded and took a deep breath to steady himself. He started with running his hands up your calves and thighs noticing the way you shivered under his touch. Since you didn’t stop him he figured it was okay. And Marc was oddly quiet offering him no advice. He took a deep breath and pushed his hands forward, finally meeting at the junction between your legs. He looked up at your face for any indication of what he should do, finally dragging his fingers over your pussy.

The awkwardness of the motion dragged you out of the bliss that his touch on your thighs had brought and you looked at him in confusion. He repeated the motion dragging his fingers over your pussy almost like he was petting a cat. After the third awkward stroke, he finally looked up at you helplessly.

“This isn’t quite right, is it?” He asked softly while heat rose to his cheeks.

“Try again, baby, just two fingers this time?”

Steven nodded quickly and dragged two fingers over your pussy. He brushed his fingers over your clit drawing a pleased sigh from you, making him do it again, this time with a smirk on lips. He ran his fingers from your clit downward across your wet folds. He was surprised at your slick coating his fingers and pulled his hand away holding them up to the light to examine them.

“You’re so wet… that’s good, yeah?” He questioned. He pressed his fingers together then apart, smiling at the string of arousal that connected them. 

“Very good,” You told him while you watched him. When he guided his fingers to his mouth you almost moaned out loud, he looked so innocent and so sexy sucking your juices off his fingers. It was hard for you to be patient when he went and did that.

The taste of you exploded in his mouth and distracted Steven for a few moments until your whine of his name caught his attention. The look of desperation on your face had his hand between your legs again in an instant. He dragged his fingers through your folds again, this time searching for your entrance and pushing one finger in and working it slowly in and out of your wet heat. 

“More, please,” you whine at him. You angled your hips toward him in invitation and to get more of his touch where you needed it the most. His touch wove a trail of blistering heat though you and you were going to embrace every second of it while you could.

“You need my fingers in your pretty little cunt?” He asked softly.

You whipped your head down to look at him, shocked at the filthy word he’d just uttered. ���You wanna run that by me again?”

Steven gave you a wide grin then. “I said ‘do you need my fingers in your pretty little cunt?’.”

Steven slipped a second finger into you then and punctuated each word with a thrust of his fingers. The sounds that dragged from your throat had his cock twitching against the pants he still wore. He wasn’t sure where the confidence in his words came from but your frantic nodding spurred him on. He kept working his fingers into you until your hand dropped between your legs circling your sensitive clit. He watched for a minute before pushing your hand away, making you whimper softly. Steven focused his attention on your clit, licking and sucking on the small bundle of nerves while you moaned and trembled against him.

When Steven curled his fingers into you, the gooey spot at your core, you came with a loud moan and closed your legs around his head keeping him in place. He didn’t seem to mind as he kept sucking your clit through every wave of your orgasm and didn’t stop. He worked you to a second orgasm with ease before he finally stopped, letting you slump backward against his bed. 

“Fucking fuck,” you whimpered completely out of breath.

“So I take it I did alright, love?” He asked, suddenly shy.

You took his face in your hands and dragged him up your body to kiss him. You hummed against his mouth at the taste of yourself. You’d never been eaten out that thoroughly before let alone by somebody claiming to be a virgin. You wondered briefly for a second if he’d be able to continue after his blow job, but his cock pressing between your legs told you otherwise.

“Steven, I want you to fuck me,” you told him, point blank, when you pulled away from his lips.

“Are you sure, love? I— I don’t want to disappoint you by uh –you know,” he told you, visibly shrinking into himself. 

“Cumming too soon? You didn’t when I gave you the blowjob,” you pointed out softly. “And even if you do, you can find other ways to make me finish. I’m not expecting a marathon for your first time.”

Steven nodded his agreement with the terms but made no move to climb off you to undress. You smoothed your hands through his mess curls and over his back before grabbing his ass. You gave a firm squeeze and moaned when his hips arched forward pressing his cock into you.

“You’re wearing too much,” you told him softly. “I wanna see you.”

Your words spurred Steven into motion, undressing quickly. You pulled your lip between your teeth as every inch of golden skin was revealed to your eyes. You let your eyes linger on the sight of his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs. When Steven started to squirm under your lust filled gaze, you scooted backwards on the bed and spread your legs wider.

“Come fuck me, Steven.”

He must have died and gone to heaven. Steven let out a tortured sound at your words, but climbed up the bed anyway, lining up with your entrance. He paused to look at you before slowly pushing inside. He was a whimpering mess just at the feeling of your pussy walls hugging his cock perfectly. You watched Steven’s face as he worked his cock into you slowly,  moaning as you felt him go deeper.

“You feel good inside me,” you told him gently. “Faster, please.”

Steven grunted in compliance, he had reached a point where he was certain he wouldn’t cum too early. He started a faster pace, gripping your hips hard. He was desperate for praise, to hear how good of a job he was doing. You lifted your hips to meet Steven’s harsh strokes. You could feel your orgasm building quickly again, like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap. You pulled his face down to you kissing him hard.

“So good for me, Steven, good boy,” you murmured against his lips. “Gonna cum.”

Steven had been teetering on the edge of his second orgasm but didn’t  want to have to slow down and ruin yours or not make you cum again. Although the praise did almost make him cum again, Steven reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit to help get you off quicker, as he wasn’t sure he could hold his orgasm back much longer.

You arched into his touch, every profanity you knew mixed with Steven’s name fell from your lips as you were pushed over the edge again. You dimly realised he was probably close, too, and pulled his face down crushing your lips against his in a desperate kiss. When he felt you clench around him, Steven couldn't hold back anymore and was cumming with you and all he could do was moan into your lips as he filled you with ropes of hot cum. The orgasm was powerful enough to take his breath away and once both of you were spent, he collapsed beside you, trying to get his breath back. A huge grin spread across his face, knowing his first time had gone incredibly well and with someone so caring.

You rolled into Steven throwing your arm and a leg over him. “That was incredible. Are you sure that was your first time?” 

“Pretty sure. I’m glad I didn’t disappoint you,” Steven whispered, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he laid a hand on your waist. 

“Baby, if that’s how you fuck during your first time and things only get better from here, I don’t think you’ll ever disappoint me,” you told him with a laugh.

Steven thought about it for a few seconds and agreed. There was only going up from here, he couldn’t wait to get a chance to explore your body more thoroughly. His cock twitched weakly at the idea, making you lift your head to look at him. 

“No fucking way you’re almost ready to go again,” you said in disbelief. The fact that he’d been able to go after the blow job surprised you, but the fact that he had a semi under your leg made your jaw drop.

“I’d apologise but I don’t think I’m in charge of little Steven,” he laughed, giving you another kiss. 

You laughed again and pulled yourself tight to him holding him close. You’d been imagining this moment for months, the beautiful, shy gift shop assistant. It had taken you weeks to convince Donna to put you on shift with him permanently. 

“Why’d you wanna be around Stevie he’s not right in the head. Wrecked the toilets and still ends up with his job back,” Donna had sneered. “Fine, since nobody else wants the bloody shift, but don’t come crying to me when he goes all weird on you.”

That very next day you’d started shifts with Steven. Since then, you’d been waiting for him to ask you out. You’d brought him his favorite vegan snacks, even surprising him with a pack of oreos that he didn’t know were vegan. 

“You look like you’re thinking hard, love, what’s wrong?” Steven asked softly.

“Just thinking about the day I brought you oreos.”

“You know I’d been having a rubbish day before that, and you presented me with the package telling me they were vegan,” He sighed happily. “I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.”

You smiled sweetly at his memory. “I remembered you mentioned missing them.”

“You know Marc teased me for days.”

“He didn’t,” You said aghast. 

“He bloody did. Said that if you kept being sweet and I didn’t make a move he’d ask you out himself and then you could be his sweet girlfriend.”

You laughed again, curiously thinking about what you would have done if Marc had been the one to ask you out. Probably wondered where Steven got the confidence. You lay in bed cuddling him until your stomach growled loudly, alerting you that dinner had been ages ago and you’d just worked off all those calories.

“Shower and snacks?” Steven offered sweetly. He didn’t want to let you go but he knew you would probably feel uncomfortable, with both your spend leaking out of you. 

“Probably for the best.”

Steven untangled his limbs from yours and helped you off the bed. He led you to his small bathroom and heated the water for you. “As much as I’d like to join you, I don't think we’d both fit.”

Steven left you to shower and started gathering snacks, set up a movie, deciding on The Mummy because it was one of his favorites. Once everything was ready, he grabbed a towel and your clothes to return to the bathroom.

Give her your shirt. She’d appreciate that more than her clothes, Marc offered helpfully. 

“And where the bloody hell have you been?” Steven hissed softly. 

I was out. Did you really want me intruding on you having sex for the first time?

“No, but I could have used some help at one point,” Steven confessed, while he turned the shirt he’d been wearing right-side out.

You did well. I'm proud of you. I never doubted you for a second, Marc said happily. And you couldn’t have lost your virginity to a prettier girl.

Steven rolled his eyes and returned to the bathroom with the towel and his shirt. When you pulled the shower curtain back, his words died in his throat as he watched the water droplets slide down your body, following a path he’d very much like to take with his tongue. 

“Steven?” you asked, pulling his attention up to your face.

“Sorry, love, got distracted.”

“I can tell,” You said with a smug laugh. You pulled the towel out of his hand and wrapped it around you. You dragged your eyes over his still naked body leisurely before meeting his eyes again. “I completely understand.”

Steven had the grace to blush before he stepped around you into the shower. After you pulled on his shirt you spotted the movie playing and the snacks laid out on the coffee table, including a pack of oreos, and it made your heart warm. Since things had gone so well, oreos might just be your thing now. You settled in and restarted the movie when you heard the water turn off. Steven left the bathroom with his curls in damp disarray and wearing a pair of loose pajama pants.

“You didn’t have to start it over, I’ve seen this film more times than I can count,” he told you with a goofy expression. “I can recite the whole movie, word for word. It irritates Marc.”

You shrugged and patted the seat next to you. When he sat next to you, you settled against him with a happy sigh. True to his word, he recited all of Rick’s parts in your ear. You had to admit Rick O’Connell was sexy, but when Steven said all the heroic lines it made you melt into a puddle. When Rick and Evie kissed, he tipped your face up to his own, kissing you thoroughly. The kiss sent a flutter to your heart and made you realise that you liked this man a lot more than you’d originally thought. Before you knew it the movie was over, and Steven was pulling away from your lips to yawn into his palm. 

“Bed?” He asked around his hand. 

“Bed.” You agreed. 

What you hadn’t expected when he stood up was for him to hoist you up in his arms and carry you to his bed in the single sexiest move you’d ever seen. You knew he was strong, with the way he manhandled pallets during inventory, but feeling the strength in his arms as he carried you was something else entirely. 

Once you were settled in, Steven climbed in after you with a soft smile. He pressed a kiss to your lips and pulled you to his body holding you tight. Within minutes, you were both asleep. So deeply asleep that you missed the moonbeam spread over you both like it was watching. 

You woke to the bright sun shining into Steven’s window. You patted the bed, surprised to find the space next to you empty, but Steven couldn’t have ditched you right? This was his flat. You padded back to the living room, still dressed in his dress shirt from last night and found him in the kitchen. He was dressed unlike you’d seen him before, dishing out breakfast onto plates. He turned to you with a wide smile and you immediately could tell that the aura around him was completely different than the one Steven had.

“Sorry, I know you meant to spend the day with Steven but I figured we should talk,” the American accent made you stop on your way over to the plates.

“Marc?” You asked, tentatively.

“Marc Spector, at your service,” he said before gesturing at the plated food. “I got you breakfast, vegetarian means no meat, right?”

You sat at the table and looked at the spread. Fruit, a scone, and clotted cream graced your plate, while his held turkey bacon, eggs and pancakes. The different food confirmed that this was not your Steven, but you were willing to hear out the man that sat before you. 

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked while you smeared cream on your scone.

“You, Steven and myself. I know things went well last night. I’d rather not be dragged around like a voyeur watching from the outside while you and Steven get close, so I figured maybe we can feel out our compatibility as well?” Marc finished on a high note, posing it as a question without beating around the bush.

Marc wasn’t usually this open with people but with Steven’s encouragement, he wanted to make this work. It sucked, especially since she was looking at him like he’d grown a second head.

“You want to woo me as well? Is that what I’m hearing? What does Steven think?” you asked before setting down your scone.

Tell her I think the idea isn’t without merit, that way you aren’t alone and she doesn’t have to worry about the shared body ‘cheating’ on her, Steven explained.

“Steven has a lot of thoughts but he doesn’t think it’s a bad idea, if you’re willing,” he offered. 

You thought about it for a minute while Marc ate his breakfast. What was the worst that could happen? Famous last words, you thought to yourself. 

 

“Okay, but you have to genuinely try with me, you can’t just act like you already have me just because Steven might,” You told him firmly. “You have to actually ask questions and get to know me.”

Marc smiled at you widely; he was glad you agreed to this, strange as it was. He was going to do his damnedest to win you over and keep you for himself and Steven. They’d been alone long enough. 

Once you finished your breakfast, you grabbed your clothes and pulled your sling ring out of your pocket. Feeling equipped, you summoned a portal into your living room. The ring of gold sparks seemed like a bad idea with all of Steven’s books but if any ended up damaged you could repair them. You stepped through and gestured for Marc to follow with a smile.

“Can you wait here for a bit while I change?” you asked the speechless man. You knew the portal was the ultimate display of your power, further proving you weren’t a charlatan. 

Marc dropped onto the sofa while you flounced away to change somewhat shocked. He’d still believed the magic was sleight of hand, but this was undoubtedly not that. “You couldn’t have fallen for a nice normal girl, Steven? You had to pick the one with powers?”

I regret nothing, Steven countered.

Part 2

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MASTERLIST

Canon x Reader

Stephen Strange

Let Them Go:

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockly:

Series

Mr Sandman Part One:

Mr Sandman Part Two:

Reed Richards

Series

The One Exception Part One:

UPCOMING In Order:

(May 27th) Doctor Strange-

The Sorceress Supreme

Summary: In this version of 616 the Reader is the Sorceress Supreme (instead of Stephen) and Stephen Strange was their former lover (he is the readers Christine) MOM SPOILERS

(June 3rd) Moon Knigth-

Mr Sandman Part 3

Summary: Picks up with the Reader, Marc(Steven), and Layla being in Egypt and trying to find clues to Ammits tomb. The reader is jealous seeing Marc close to his ex-wife. But Harrow offers her a temptation putting doubts in her head.

(June 10) Reed Richards-The One Exception Part 2

Summary: The reader and Reed develop a relationship and rebuild the Illuminati together as a couple. But can they live happily when the reader brings up Stephen every chance she gets? Reed is very jealous.

(June 17th) Moon Knight (Jake Lockely Emphasis)- The One I Want

(Bades on Alone with you)

Summary: For years the relationship with you and Jake had been rocky. He is your drug. The man you want so desperately but his line of work...Plus Marc and Steven only makes this relationship complicated. Will this ever work?

(June 24th) Stephen Strange x Reader - Isn't Lovely?

Summary: The reader and Stephen Strange have been married for years and had a child. However their child dies. Wanda manipulates the reader to work with her. How will Strange react having to fight the love of his life?

Short POV Videos:

Loki x Y/n x Stephen - Baby

Most likely small dabbles in between!

Requests: OPEN! Just ask!!

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

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

Summary: A week before Christmas Jake gets called to go on a mission and promises the three of them will be back by Christmas, but when the day comes, they're still nowhere in sight a/n: I made this set in New York just because it helped fit the story better :)

As every year, Christmas was right around the corner, only a week away, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Christmas was your favorite time of year because of all the joy and happiness it brought with it, and this year would be the first time you would spend it with the boys you love so very much.

Although he never really celebrated Christmas, Marc found your holiday to be spirit to be adorable, as did Steven and Jake. Within the beginning of the month, you had done the most Christmassy activities you could possibly think of, ranging from building gingerbread houses to a Christmas movie marathon.

As you made your way home to your shared flat, tonight you had in mind to attempt to bake cookies with the boys, but as you may your way in, you were confused to hear quick and loud footsteps echoing throughout the house. You knew for a fact that Jake was the one to usually walk louder than the others, but never so fast as you heard now.

“Jake? What are you doing over there?” You called out to him, making your way towards the sound of his stomps.

He had been in your shared bedroom, all dressed up in his gear he usually wore when heading to his cab and a duffel bag that contained his weapons sat on the bed. He had a scowl on his face until he turned to look at you, his expression softening.

“Princesa,” Jake paused for a moment and gulped, knowing you weren’t going to take the news very well. Khonshu assigned him a mission that was ‘too urgent to delay’ and that it was imperative that he left as soon as possible. “I’m so very sorry, mi amor, pero tengo que ir. I must leave.”

Your eyes widened and if it was physically possible you sworn your heart would have actually cracked.

“W-What? Jake, are you kidding? But Christmas is just a week away! Can’t you tell big bird over there to just fuck off for once?” You frowned, looking at him with a mix of sadness and anger in your eyes. Jake’s breath hitched slightly, and his mouth formed a thin line. He was never much good with dealing with others’ emotions and didn’t want to say the wrong thing to make the situation shittier than it already was.

“C’mere,” He stepped closer toward you, sliding his hands around your waist and bringing you in close enough that your chests were directly touching. “Khonshu promised me that the mission should only take me a few days, and then I’ll be back home with you. Quierda, I promise you; I’ll be home for Christmas.” With those words he placed a soft kiss upon your forehead, while a silent tear rolled down your cheek. Jake frowned, sliding his hands away from its place on your waist and moving it up to caress your face, his thumb wiping the tear away.

“Please, please don’t go.” Your voiced trembled as you looked up into his eyes. Jake felt his throat begin to tighten, taking that as the sign that he soon was going to be on the verge of tears, and he didn’t want you to see that.

The room was silent for a moment, and you took that as a conformation that he wasn’t going to back out his decision, so you quickly wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his chest and let out a soft sob. Jake once again wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the top of yours, breathing in your scent which always seemed to comfort him.

After a while of holding, you and letting your emotions out, he finally managed to bring himself to let go of you, leaning down to place a farewell kiss onto your lips. He then moved over to the bed, grabbing his duffel bag, turning back once more to look at you.

“I promise, quierda. I promise you.” He stated once more, which you only responded with a slight nod, not having the strength to muster anymore words to him. Jake then walked out of the room, and you just stood there, until you heard the front door close, confirming he had left, making your heart shatter all over again.

That promise seemed closer to being broken as the days go by. It was now Christmas Eve, where you now sat in the flat alone, curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.

That night you sat on your bed and cried. You yourself thought that maybe you were just overreacting, but you had been looking forward to this month all year, and now it felt as though it was being ripped away from you. You knew how missions for Khonshu went, they were unpredictable. He never seemed to tell the full truth and just manipulated the boys into doing what he wanted. Even though Jake said that Khonshu promised he would be home, you can’t help but think that he might have only said it convince Jake to do his bidding.

Sniffling, you glanced at the clock. 12:02 am. Christmas. No Marc. No Steven. No Jake. Out of spite, you swung your hand at the clock, and it flung onto the floor with a crash, pieces of it scattering on the floor. You grabbed the pillow next to you, which the boys normally slept on, and curled up against it and shut your eyes. You didn’t want a Christmas anymore, you just wanted to spend the rest of the entire day in bed, pretending the holiday didn’t exist.

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Walking home down the streets of New York at 2 in the morning was not what Marc had in mind on Christmas morning. He was cold, tired, and would murder Jake if he could for accepting the dumbass mission from Khonshu if they didn’t share a body.

(Y/N)’s going to hate us, what are we going to tell her? This is so bad, very very very bad. How could we do this!

“We, didn’t do anything, this is all Jake’s fault.” Marc grumbled to himself.

My fault? My fault! Please do tell me, who was the one who accepted being Khonshu's avatar again? You might have as well just let us die if-

“We got out of that deal! I didn’t even know you existed! Steven and I do not work for Khonshu anymore, this, is on you.”

Marc got strange stares from the still many people that were still on the streets this late at night. It was true that New York City really was the city that never slept. After Marcs outburst, the headspace was silent for a while. Marc still had a good 30 minutes before he would reach your apartment and was still trying to think of a way of making up the lost time to you when he got back.

Glancing around at his surroundings, he spotted a man dressed up as Santa, standing with a bell and a bucket, probably for some charity. That’s when an idea sparked in his mind.

Mate, you're not actually going to-

“Shut it.” Marc inturrupted, before taking a deep breath and heading towards the man.

“Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas-” The dressed-up man cheered out before Marc butted in.

“Hello…Santa Sir. Uh, how much do ya think I could buy that costume off of you for?”

“I’m sorry young man but the costume not for sale-”

“100?”

“As I said, not for sale.”

“150.”

“…200 and you’ve got a deal.”

Marc rolled his eyes but pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills out of his pocket.

Buddy, that better not be my money from working the cabby.

Marc handed the money to the man, and then watched as the man took off the jacket, pants, hat, and beard, leaving him with just some jeans and a sweater underneath. He handed the items to Marc.

“You have a kid at home you're trying to surprise?” The man asked out of curiosity.

“No, just a girlfriend that I’m praying doesn’t kick me out.” Marc stated before walking away without letting the other man get another word in. You surely wouldn’t kick Santa out on Christmas, would you?

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Marc entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could and prayed that you wouldn’t still be awake at this hour. To his relief, all the lights were off, signaling that you must have been fast asleep in your bed. Closing the door behind him, he found his way over to the couch and began to put on the costume, fake beard and everything. He then made his way into the bathroom to go check himself out in the mirror.

We look ridiculous.

Ridiculous enough that she might have mercy on us, mate.

Marc let out a sigh, losing any dignity he may have had as he stared at himself in the costume. Now that he had the costume on, he had to grab the present he had for you in his closet. The only problem was that the closet was in your shared bedroom, and he was deathly afraid he would wake you up before he could grab it.

Exiting the bathroom, he made his was over to the bedroom and slowly opened up the door. He frowned at the sight he saw before him. Even though it was dark, he could see the way you were curled up into his pillow, no blankets even on top of you. He also managed to see the clock that used to be on your nightstand scattered on the floor.

He had to rip his eyes away from the scene so he could bring himself to go towards his closet to grab the gift. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until his perception managed to be a bit off and he ended up slamming his side into one of the dressers that had been against the wall.

“Motherfucker!” He yelped out in pain, grabbing his side that had already been bruised up from the mission he had been on.

Within a moment, you jumped up from the sudden noise and turned to turn the lamp on to see what was going on. Your eyes squinted for a moment trying to adjust to the sudden brightness to see the figure standing in your room was…

“Santa?” Your hoarse voice rang out as you tried to comprehend what in the hell was going on.

“Surprise?” Santa said back to you, and in an instant, you knew that wasn’t just any Santa, that was your boyfriends dressed up as him. You had no clue whether you wanted to start screaming and interrogating them for being gone for so long or start laughing at how ridiculous they looked.

Suppressing the smile that threatened to form, you asked while crossing your arms, “Now who’s idea was this?”

Marc walked towards you, “Mine. I know that you were going to be absolutely livid about us taking so long that I thought this might lighten the mood a bit. I spent a ridiculous amount of money on the costume, so please tell me it’s working.”

“I…I am genuinely speechless.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Undecided.”

Marc frowned and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Hey, we did technically keep our promise, it’s Christmas, isn’t it? And we’re home here with you.” He said place a hand on your cheek.

A small smile formed onto your face, and you sighed. “Ok yes technically, but I still wish you had been home sooner. I missed you so much.”

“Believe me, we all missed you more. I could’ve killed Jake for accepting the mission.” After finishing his sentence, Marcs eyes closed for a moment before opening up a bit wider. You could instantly tell that Steven was fronting now. He moved his head towards yours and gave you a sweet kiss before pulling away.

“Oh love, I missed doing that. Oh! Hold on we have a present to give you!” Steven exclaimed and you giggled at his excitement. Quickly, he got up and ran over to the closet, this time successfully getting the gift that Marc failed to do. He walked back over to you with a rectangular box that had a bow on top of it.

“Merry Christmas darling.” He said as he placed the gifts into your hands. You carefully took the top of the box off and revealed the gold necklace that had a circular charm with a crescent moon engraved into it.

“Honey it’s beautiful!” You placed the box onto the bed next to you for moment, and then moved so you could wrap your arms around Steven, “Thank you so much, all of you. I love you all so much.” You mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you as well.

“So…just to clarify, you’re not mad at us querida?” Jake chimed in as he pulled apart of the hug for a moment so he could see your face. You giggled and shook your head.

“No, not mad. Though no one's getting anymore kisses until you take that goddamn beard off, it irritates my face.”

“What don’t you like some facial hair? I think I’d look dashing with a mustache you know.” Jake stated as he began to take off the hat and fake beard.

“Yes Jake, you’ve told us all…multiple times.”

“And I’m still right. You’ll see.”

Jake, you grow a mustache and I swear I’ll kill us all.

Jake, please don’t grow a mustache I would really prefer to stay alive.

You yawned, still exhausted over all your worrying from hours before. “C’mon Santa, get in bed so I can snuggle you…huh, that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d say.”

Jake chuckled, now stripped down to just his boxers. He went to his side of the bed and pulled the covers down, then placing them on top of you both. You immediately snuggled up to his side, craving the warmth his body also seemed to manage to give you on these chilly winter nights.

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(Sorta) Wrapping Presents

Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake offers to help wrap presents while you run errands...or at least attempts to wrap them

“Jesus, Jake it looks like a bomb of wrapping paper went off in here.” You stated, as you entered the flat you shared with him.

It was only a week until Christmas, and while you had gone out to run some last minute errands but still had a ton of gift wrapping that had yet to be done. When complaining about it to Jake, he offered to wrap the presents for you (the ones that hadn’t been for him, Steven, or Marc of course), and you gratefully said yes with lots of kisses as a thank you.

Though, as you now return to the flat, your decision of accepting the offer was seeming more like a very bad mistake as you looked at the scene in front of you. There were bits and pieces of wrapping paper surrounding Jake, not to mention the random pieces of tape sticking to the nightstand next to him.

“Wrapping presents is a lot harder than it looks…” Jake muttered out while intensely focusing on the present that was currently in his hands, trying to tape down the excess wrapping paper onto the present instead of just cutting it off. Letting out a sigh, you put down the two cups of hot chocolate you had picked up on your way home onto the nightstand and stand down next to Jake.

“Here, let me help you,” you said as you grabbed a pair of scissors that had already been on the floor and snipped off the excess wrapping paper he had been struggling with. You then took a piece of tape and secured the present. Jake watched you in awe at how you could wrap gifts perfectly. You proceeded onto the next gift and wrapped it without a single thing out of place, and then put a bow on top of it. While you continued your actions, Jake moved himself, so he was now behind you, and he wrapped his arms around your waist while resting his chin onto your shoulder.

“How come yours always comes out looking so pretty?” Jake muttered with a hint of jealousy as you finished wrapping the last gift. You let out a soft laugh, as you leaned over and placed the final gift down with the rest of the wrapped presents.

“Just takes a bit of practice, that's all.” You hummed and Jake nuzzled his face into your neck, placing a few soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You smiled, as the smell of hot chocolate filled the room, and the soft sound of Christmas tunes coming from your record player played in the background. It was moments like these that really made you remember why Christmas was your favorite time of the year.

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I posted 1,649 times in 2022

That's 1,557 more posts than 2021!

192 posts created (12%)

1,457 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@welcometostayingawake

@dameronscopilot

@mattmurdocksscars

@my-secret-shame

@joyful-soul-collector

I tagged 550 of my posts in 2022

#moon knight - 84 posts

#steven grant - 50 posts

#marc spector - 48 posts

#triple frontier - 45 posts

#inbox <3 - 44 posts

#santiago garcia - 44 posts

#benny miller - 36 posts

#oscar isaac - 33 posts

#poe dameron - 31 posts

#spotify - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 87 characters

#its the poster that has mr knight front and center and the other two in the back ground

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Lockley Smokes

You trade Jake your last cigarette.

Words: 1774

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MDNI

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!)

WARNINGS: Light degradation (slut), PinV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), semi-public, Jake Lockley (yes he is a warning), Smoking (one puff from a light cigarette mentioned)

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178 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#4

Call me Poe

Steven cosplays as your favorite pilot in the Resistance.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Words: 2443

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (you are the literal best!!!)

Warnings: Show canon DID, PinV, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (f rec), Steven being cheesy and cute

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359 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

Cute Aggression

I wrote a drabble/blurb because @welcometostayingawake put the idea of cute aggression into my brain, so it's in yours.

Words:362

Warnings: None it's fluff

Beta: myself...I can't spell lol

You display a smidge of cute aggression

After a long week of work, you finally had a day to spend with Steven uninterrupted. And you lay in his bed, wrapped in the warmth of his muscular arms, while he talked to you about the latest book he’d read. A book about how the Greeks and the Romans weren’t different aspects of each other, but the same entities perceived differently. 

His eyes sparkled and his full lips were curved up in a soft smile as he talked, enjoying the conversation. He always transformed into somebody more confident but no less beautiful when he was like this and it made your heart swell with love. 

It also made you want to bite. Not sexually or even very hard, just enough to leave a sign of your affection on his skin. After particularly a bad joke, you stuck, nipping the skin of his shoulder and pulling away quickly. 

Steven yelped in surprise, and his eyes widened. “What was that for?”

“Cute aggression,” you reply with a giggle.

“Darling, I do not know what cute aggression is or why it makes you bite,” Steven said. He gave you a frown that was almost a pout and you had to rein in the urge to bite him again.

“Cute aggression is superficially aggressive behavior caused by seeing something cute. In this case, you.”

Steven’s eyebrows knitted together in thought. He’d never experienced something like this. That wasn’t saying much since you were his first proper girlfriend. But the idea you found him cute enough that you needed to bite him had him grinning like an idiot.

“You really thought I was cute enough for all of that?”

“Of course I’d do it more often if I could.”

“So you bit me because I was cute. Does that mean I can bite you for being cute?” he asked with a widening smile.

You gave him a nod, and he buried his face against your shoulder, nipping in a similar spot. But he didn’t stop there, leaving a few nips and kisses before pulling away with a grin. 

“You’re just too cute. I might be at this all day,” he warned you with a sweet smile. 

Thanks for reading comments and reblogs will literally have me spinning in a circle like an excited dog...so feel free to do that

375 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#2

The Moon and The Sorcerer

Steven finally gets the courage to ask you out, in a rather unconventional way.

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Eventual Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockly x Reader

Word: 7219

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Warnings: Show canon DID, PinV, Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F rec), Steven says a dirty word, caught looking at the booty

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568 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Office Hours

You get invited to a Frat party, but Professor Grant just might have something to say about it.

CO-WRITTEN WITH @welcometostayingawake

This is the brainchild of Mona and I. We had this bad boy outlined and started in 10 minutes flat. Nothing but shameless self indulgence and filth...

Words: 4210 of pure filth

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Beta: both of us this time @welcometostayingawake

Warnings: Power imbalance (professor/student), Age gap (READER IS OF AGE), Profanity, Oral (f rec), PinV, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it)

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622 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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