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The Fractured Moon - Part 1

Yandere! Marc Spector - Jake Lockley - Steven Grant X f!Reader

PLEASE READ TAGS/DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS FIC. THERE ARE DARK THEMES!

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Summary:

Marc Spector always knew he wasn't right in the head. Jake and Steven were a perfect example of that. He'd managed to figure that part of his life out though, learning how to live with his alters in a way that left everyone happy, including Khonshu.

That all changed when Steven spotted you during a tour at the museum. There was no explanation for the way his heart stopped in his chest, or the way he knew he had to have you, but they all felt it, and it left their minds fractured beyond repair.

Disclaimer:

I created this fic for the sole purpose of exploring the yandere thing as a fanfiction "kink" in a safe way and in a safe space. I in no way would want this to happen to myself or someone else. This fic is not a reflection of my moral beliefs. - Further, this fic is not an accurate representation of people with DID (dissociative identity disorder). These men happen to have DID and I'm putting them in a situation where they would have an unhealthy obsession with the reader character.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, Stalking, non-con, somnophilia, rape, mentions of murder, drugged sex, kidnapping, manipulation, dacryphilia, voyeurism, threats of physical harm, copious amounts of sex, copious amounts of unprotected sex, blood, unrealistic refractory period, biting, slapping, hitting, reader is smol, choking. This is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat situation.

Word Count: 13.7k (I...I was inspired)

Spanish Terms:

Estoy de acuerdo = I agree

hijo de puta = motherfucker

Quiero tocar = I want to touch

buena niña = good girl

Steven was the first one to notice you, standing by the sarcophagus the museum had on display. He could see you through the archway that separated the museum floor and the giftshop. There was no explaining what it was that captivated him. It could’ve been the way your eyes lit up so full of excitement while the tour guide spoke; it also could’ve been the way your smile seemed to make the entire world come to a screeching halt; regardless, something about you took his breath away and left him clutching his chest behind the gift shop counter. Donna snapped at him, and for once, he didn’t care. He’d just found his reason for living…his purpose…it was you.

It started with a simple conversation. He walked up behind you while you were listening to the tour guide and put a daring hand on your back. You spun around to face him, eyes full of confusion, unsure as to why someone would just walk up to you and touch you like that. You were wearing something low-cut, Steven’s eyes quickly took inventory of your appearance. So much more beautiful than he had the capacity to fully grasp.

You felt a moment of discomfort under his traveling gaze. He was looking at you with his mouth partially open, lips quirked in a sideways smirk while his eyes crawled over every inch of you. You stepped back and pulled your blazer over yourself, feeling a little uncomfortable with the way he was staring.

“Can I help you?” You asked, trying not to sound too rude. It was possible he was just awkward and bad at talking to people.

Now that Steven had your attention, he wasn’t sure what to say. Did he just randomly ask you on a date? No, surely you’d think that was insane. Did he tell you how beautiful you were? No, that might be creepy.

“Just tell her you’re sorry pendejo, you’re creeping her out.” Jake muttered from within Steven’s mind.

“S-sorry, thought you were someone else.” He said to you, taking a step back.

“Oh, it’s okay.” You gave him a courteous smile before returning to the tour.

You thought about that interaction for a few minutes while the tour guide droned on, wondering who he’d mistaken you for, and why he would’ve looked at her like that.

“Something’s not right, Steven,” Marc said from the headspace while Steven stood there, hand still pressed to his sternum.

“Si, something about her is so…”

“Tantalizing.”

The other two agreed in unison. Steven sauntered back to the gift shop, trying to go about his business, but no matter what, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He was in a daze, going through the motions of his job, but not mentally present. Donna approached, and he didn’t even notice her right away. She had to say his name a minimum of three times to get his attention.

He looked up at her, aggravated by her seemingly incessant need to make him feel like a nuisance. She was smacking her jaw together while chewing her gum.

“Stevie, we’re out of the hippo plushies, I’m gonna need you to go downstairs and bring a case up here.”

Steven didn’t want to miss the chance of seeing you, he had to see you again. Surely your tour would be ending soon. If he wasn’t in the gift shop when it ended, he might not see you. He couldn’t take that risk.

“The plushies can wait. I’ve got something more pressing to worry about right now.” He protested, looking out toward the museum entry to see if he could spot you among the other patrons.

“Oh yeah, like what? You’ve got something better to do than your job? While you’re at work?” She said, continuing to chew her gum obnoxiously between her teeth.

“Fine,” Steven conceded, knowing that he didn’t really have a good reason to stand there and wait for you, not one that he could give his boss anyway.

Steven walked out to the entry hall, where you would be walking by to get to the giftshop once your tour concluded. He stopped before turning down the hall toward the stock closets. He spotted you, coming toward him with your group and felt his breath catch suddenly. He thought he might collapse.

As you walked toward the gift shop, you saw the man again, and noticed he was staring once more. You furrowed your brow at him while you passed before averting your gaze awkwardly. He was looking at you so…so…it was like you were the only thing in existence. It made every nerve ending in your body stand up, screaming at you to leave, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to seem weird. Plus, you were in a public space. There was nothing to be afraid of…right?

Donna was shouting Steven’s name incorrectly, pulling him out of his trance. She tapped his shoulder roughly. Steven gulped down a breath of air and within a split second, it wasn’t Steven anymore.

“Shut it, puta, I quit.” Jake said walking out of the museum doors.

“Jake, we can’t just quit my job, how are we gonna…”

“Your job isn’t necessary, compadre.”

It was true, as much as Steven hated to admit when Jake was right. His job was a good way for them, as Moon Knight, to keep themselves under cover. No one would suspect a timidly mannered man that worked as a gift shop clerk to be an avatar for the Egyptian moon god.

Jake blinked in the harsh sunlight, looking to see where you could’ve gone. Since it was a nice day out, you were probably walking, which meant you would be easier to find.

“Let me out, I can find her,” Marc said.

And find you he did. He followed you after seeing a glimpse of your blazer blowing in the wind as you turned a corner down the street. He tried not to get too excited, careful not to break into a jog or a run after you. Marc had to find a balance between getting too close, thus alerting you to their presence, and being too far away that he might lose you altogether. He followed you a few blocks when he watched you walk into the library.

“She…she likes to read,” Steven observed.

Marc could feel how excited Steven was by that prospect alone. You had something in common with one of them. There was potential there. Maybe this would go better than they thought. He stopped before going inside though, feeling unsure about what it was they were actually doing there. He’d seen how uncomfortable his alter made you when he first spoke to you during your tour.

“Marc, what are you doing? Go inside, now.” He’d never heard Steven sound so demanding, or dark, and something about it compelled Marc to move forward.

He walked into the library and nodded awkwardly at the librarian. Marc didn’t know where you were yet, and he still wasn’t sure what he would do once he did find you. He couldn’t very well walk over and strike up a conversation with you. You’d notice the out of place American accent immediately and think they were crazy. He started idly walking, staying behind shelves in case they did find you. He didn’t want you to notice their presence.

When he finally found you, Marc’s guilty conscience caught up to him. You were so cute, grabbing a book off the shelf in the aisle across the way before walking to sit down in one of the big bean chairs. You smiled as you opened the book. The cover read, La Belle et la Bête. An unmistakable smirk snuck over Marc’s lips at the sight of you.

Someone walked by the aisle, cutting off his gaze and forcing him to shake his head from the fog you’d unknowingly placed him under. What in the hell were they doing? Marc wasn’t a psycho stalker, neither were the other two, and yet they’d followed you all the way there, and they stood watching you. That wasn’t like them at all. They were the good guys. They were the guys that stopped creeps like that.

Marc walked down the aisle and exited the library as quickly as he could.

“Where are you goin’?” Steven asked, almost frantically as Marc started his way down the street.

“We aren’t crazy, we aren’t going to stalk this poor girl.” He said, as they walked away. It didn’t stop him from thinking about you though.

----

When they reached their apartment, a dark and dingy place that was mostly occupied by Steven, they were all flustered from the events of the day. Marc was still fronting, but his alters were muttering wildly in his head. Jake was going on in Spanish about how beautiful you were, and Steven was in full agreement. Marc was still trying to understand this new feeling, the urge he had that he’d never felt before. He felt this huge need, like if he never saw your face again, he might just die.

“We have to go back, we have to see her,” Steven said, excitement brewing in his tone. If he had control of the body, Marc imagined he would be pacing and hyperventilating. “Never seen anyone like that, so gorgeous, so…so damn pretty. Wasn’t she so pretty Marc?”

“We just need to calm down.” Marc said, breathing heavily himself and leaned himself against the couch tiredly. “Maybe if we just sleep it off we can-”

“Did you see the way she looked at us, Marc? I think she likes us.” Steven said. “The way she smiled…”

“She wasn’t into us, we startled her.” Marc protested. “You creeped her out.”

“Did not. She smiled at me, I bet if we had asked her out she woulda said yes.”

“Did you notice how soft her skin looked?” Jake asked, and there was silence, as though all three of them were recalling your appearance. “We don’t need to talk to her, but what I wouldn’t do just to look at her again.”

Marc’s thoughts consumed him. He remembered seeing your lips while you sat there in the library, for that brief moment. You did look so beautiful. Your eyes lit up at whatever was on your page, not noticing the man who was watching you intently while he just tried to figure out a way to actually approach you.

Your lips looked so soft, and he couldn’t help imagining them against his. He wanted to devour you in the best way. No one had ever made Marc feel so shaken, he could normally keep himself together. His cock was nagging incessantly against the zipper of his pants, begging for stimulation. He shifted, trying to ignore it, but what he wanted to ignore, the other two wanted him to deal with.

“If you’re not going to do anything about it, amigo, let Steven or me take care of it. I’d love to spend the night thinking about our little princesa.”

Marc grumbled, but gave in to his more primal urges and pulled his pants and underwear down around his thighs. When he looked down at his cock, he was ashamed that it was already leaking just from thinking about you so much. Not to mention that he was so fucking hard. He shifted himself, leaning back a little, grabbing it firmly in his caged fingers. Marc pooled some spit in his mouth and dropped it over the head, letting the saliva trickle down his thick shaft. All he could picture was you, so sweet and innocent while you got into your book. A heavy sigh left him while he brought his hand up in an even stroke.

“She was so pretty, wasn’t she Marc?” Steven urged, “I’ll need a turn with the body when you’re done, yeah?”

“Quiet, Steven.” Marc said firmly.

“Sorry, can’t help myself. I just keep thinkin’ about how good her breasts looked, pushed together like that…I just wanna feel them, hold them in my hands. I bet she has pretty little nipples, too, don’t you?”

Marc groaned at the thought of having one of your tits in his mouth. He assumed that you had cute little nipples, and he imagined that you would gasp when he sucked on each one. He then thought about how sweet your little cries would be while he took hold of your body and thrust into you. You had such a nice voice, you’d probably make the best noises.

“I bet she has a tight little cunt,” Jake sounded rough. Marc knew he only had a little time before his alter took over to satisfy his own needs.

“Bet you’re right.” Marc said, not bothering to attempt pushing them out anymore. They were fueling his thoughts of you.

“Oh, I’d love to feel it, bet it’s all wet.” Steven sighed heavily.

“F-fuck.” Marc started jerking faster, but he didn’t get to finish.

Jake couldn’t stand it anymore, the thoughts of you brought him out into the open, forcing Marc into the headspace where he would remain for the evening, begrudgingly. Deep down though, Marc still felt riddled with guilt, so didn’t protest much to his alter taking over. Jake bit his bottom lip, adjusting his position to one he liked better, a looser grip, and shoulders more relaxed. He worked faster than Marc, at first anyway, letting out a sharp exhale while he jerked himself. There wasn’t enough slick beneath his fingers, so he globbed more spit down his length.

“See, I think Jake’s onto something. I wonder if she’d like us taking her slow, or if she’d like us to take her fast, real fast.”

“She wouldn’t like any of it Steven, we’re not…doing any of that.” Marc’s guilt for thinking about you so much was becoming more apparent, but he still couldn’t stop himself. “She would look good though, wouldn’t she?”

“Gotta know what she feels like, gotta know how tight…mm” Jake put his arm up on the back of the couch and leaned back, spreading his legs wider. “Little princesa.”

Jake slowed down, moving along the length of his shaft and enjoying the way it pulsated beneath his fingers. He knew if he ever got the chance to show you how it felt, you’d like it, too. Just when he couldn’t stand it, so close to spilling hot white ropes all over Steven’s shirt, he stopped, bringing his hand to the couch cushion and letting it rest there.

His cock bobbed, having been so close to climax. Jake was panting heavily, sweat started beading on his brow. His cock was aching, so swollen it might burst. He looked down at it, watching the way his precum beaded at the slit, piling so much that it trickled over the side. Steven was practically screaming from the headspace to be let out so he could finish them off.

“Be patient, Steven,” Jake said as a warning, waiting a little longer before wrapping his fingers back around his thick cock.

He churned his hips upward into his palm, letting out a soft exhale at the feeling. His mind kept going back to how tight and wet he hoped your pussy was; how soft he hoped it was. It wasn’t like Jake to give into obsession like this, but something about you had flipped a switch in their minds, fracturing the line between order and chaos. He imagined himself fucking you until you screamed his name. He thought about how good you would look so cock drunk you could hardly open your eyes.

“I keep thinkin’, she was smilin’. I think she’d like anything we did to her.” Steven said, furthering the delusion in his mind that you were as into them as they were you.

“Like…like what?” Jake grunted, increasing his pace and encouraging Steven to keep muttering the filthy thoughts in his mind.

“Oh anything, I think she’d love if we kissed her, told her how pretty she is, filled her with everything we’ve got.”

“Yeah she would, she’d like that…hmm…”

Just as he was there, with his abdomen tightened in preparation for his release, Jake let go of his cock once again, letting it sit there, twitching as it was denied further friction. He let out a sigh of longing, but he knew waiting would make it all the more explosive. It didn’t matter though, the other alter was chomping at the bit, and couldn’t wait any longer.

Steven came out to the feeling of painful throbbing between his legs, desperate for more attention. He gathered another huge glob of spit together and dropped it down over his length. He moaned deeply the moment he started moving his palm over the slick and veiny surface. He was anything but quiet, whimpering and whining while he got to work. It felt so good, and thinking about the way your slick cunt would feel if…when he finally got the chance to have it just pushed him so much closer.

“We’ve got to feel it, we’ve got to…oh shit.” Steven bit his bottom lip so hard he thought it might bleed.

“Estoy de acuerdo.” Jake muttered, “I want to taste.”

Marc was staying silent now. Steven presumed he was feeling the guilt of this obsession that was brewing, but Steven couldn’t care less, he was so enraptured by you. He grabbed the couch tightly, squeezing the cushion with all his strength. He was stroking himself fast, thinking about how wet you would be if only they had the chance to show you how good they could make you feel.

“That’s it, Steven, bet she’d like to feel us filling her up. Who do you think she’ll like best?”

It wasn’t lost on Marc that Jake and Steven were speaking as though they were actually going to have you some day. Steven couldn’t take it anymore, he felt his climax build, pooling in his groin and then shooting in hot spurts against his patterned button-down. He was groaning deeply, bucking upward even after the last shot, just loving the feeling of emptying himself to the thought of you. They all were loving the thought of emptying themselves into you…

----

It was their hope, Marc’s especially, that their obsession had been curbed with the evening of self-love, but it hadn’t. Over the next few weeks, they each found themselves going from casually walking by places they hoped they might find you, to full on following you from one destination to the next. On Fridays, you could be found in the library, on the beanbag chair, reading a book that you would take home for the week. Steven thought it was cute what a fast reader you were.

Marc would see you at work sometimes on the other days of the week. That was how they learned that you were a waitress at a local diner. You probably didn’t even realize that you handed Marc coffee, and that he eerily resembled the guy from the museum some time ago. They’d considered asking you out on a few occasions, but they kept reverting back to the one problem they faced…the fear of rejection. What if you said no? They’d be forced to take drastic measures, and they didn’t want to scare you away. They couldn’t imagine anything worse.

Jake would watch you in the night. Most nights, after you were finished with work, you would go home to your little first floor apartment in the crappy part of town; but on the weekends, he’d see you go out with your friends, laughing and drinking. One weekend was different though, you changed your routine, he saw you out with someone else.

There was a man, roughly their age, and they all felt an immediate cold feeling wash over the body. You were sitting with him in a nice restaurant. You were wearing something pretty, a tight little red dress that hugged your curves beautifully. It was clear you’d styled your hair specifically for this outing, and your makeup was done in a way that they hadn’t seen before. You liked this guy. Jake’s hands clenched into balled fists at his sides.

“Who’s that man?” Steven asked, aggravation apparent in his tone. “Don’t like the way he’s lookin’ at her mate.”

“Looks like she’s on a date,” Marc said, feeling a mixture of pain and relief. Maybe this was how they moved on.

Jake tsked, shaking his head slowly, “hijo de puta.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna…that he’s gonna touch her, do you?” Steven sounded worried, like if the man touched you, you might disintegrate into thin air.

“Not a chance,” Jake said in a gruff tone.

They watched quietly, save for Steven who whined through the majority of your date. He was so worried about the man tainting you, as he put it. And if Jake was being honest, he agreed. The thought of someone else burying their filthy disgusting cock in your perfect little cunt made them all enraged. They were relieved when the man brought you home and then left without even coming close to doing what they’d feared. They each appreciated what a good girl you were.

You’d never hear from that man again, and you’d always think it was because he ghosted you, when in reality it was much darker than that. Despite Marc’s protests, Jake couldn’t stand by and let someone else touch you. The thought of it had driven him to near madness. You were their little princess, not someone else’s to do with as they wished.

“I don’t think this is what Khonshu intended we use the suit for,” Steven said, despite being in agreement that the man needed to go somehow.

Jake snapped back, “that fucking bird needs us, he doesn’t care what we use the suit for.”

On a night not long after that, Jake found himself smirking while standing outside of your window, watching you while you readied yourself for bed. Your skin looked ridiculously soft. He wondered for a moment if you knew you were being watched. Surely you must’ve, it was apparent in the way you removed your bra and turned toward the window. Why else would you have left your curtain open like that? If you didn’t want to be seen, you would’ve closed your blinds, right?

Steven burst out to the front when that happened, seeing your erected nipples on display made him feral. He did all he could to not open your window right there and take you where you stood. Some drool dribbled down his chin and he wiped it quickly on the sleeve of Jake’s jacket.

“Oh come on, pendejo, that’s disgusting.”

Steven ignored him. His eyes burned when he didn’t blink, not wanting to miss even a millisecond of time with you. In just moments, you were covering your blinds, and they weren’t able to see anything else. They still stood there, hoping that you would give them just one last peek before they left for the night, but they’d be left disappointed.

The next morning, Marc knew you were at work, having passed by the diner on his way to your apartment. He had a plan…a thought to hopefully end this insanity once and for all.

“Marc, what are you thinkin’?” Steven asked cautiously as Marc shimmied open your window.

“You’ll like it…trust me.” He grunted, pulling the window open completely so they could slide through.

Marc still felt guilty for all the things they did; watching you, following you, jerking their cock to you almost every single night since they’d first seen you, but he knew there was no stopping it. He couldn’t get you out of his head, in the same way he couldn’t get Jake and Steven out. You were as much a necessity to him as the air he breathed.

“Maybe if we just…get ourselves a little something, we can stop this nonsense. Maybe just a little taste will be enough.” He hoped that they could find some way to move on from the mess, and everyone could get back to their normal lives.

The bedroom of your apartment was cluttered, but not dirty. They appreciated beyond words that you’d left what Marc had in mind right on the floor for them. A nice, silky pair of black panties just laying there. He leaned down, grabbing the thin fabric in his hands. He was tempted to press them to his face right then and there, but knew that doing so would lead to a longer visit than intended. He wouldn’t be able to resist the lingering ache that came with it. Even thinking about it at that moment made him start to feel a need growing inside his jeans.

“Look, there’s her hamper,” Steven pointed out the basket in the corner of the room, “maybe we could grab two more pairs, one for each of us.”

“No, we don’t want her to notice.” Marc protested, slipping back out the window without a trace, save for the missing pair of panties he hoped you’d never notice.

----

It was later that night, after they’d spent the day with you, watching you work and seeing to it that you went to bed, that Marc was in his own bed with your panties in one hand, and his cock in the other. He’d stripped down naked the moment he got home, eager to finally get a look at their prize. They were soft, beautiful, and just knowing you’d had them touching the most delicate part of your body made his cock ache with need.

“Smell it, Marc, what’s it smell like?”

Marc obeyed his alter’s request, already being curious himself, and brought the part that had been closest to your cunt up to his nose. He inhaled deeply while making an upward stroke. He shuddered on his exhale. You smelled…delicious. It was too good to be real. You smelled indescribable.

“Marc, please let me out, let me try,” Steven started from the headspace. He was the neediest of the three, and Marc knew he had to work quickly to make sure he got this time for himself.

Marc ignored both of his alters now, wanting to revel in the silence of his thoughts, imagining that he was burying his face in your delicious pussy lips instead of just inhaling the remnants of it on your panties. He felt his cock throb, just imagining how your core would feel on his tongue if he shoved it in there. Your walls would contract a little while he slurped your sweet juices.

He tossed his head back, biting his bottom lip while he ran his palm over his precum slick shaft. You had such an effect on them, he’d never leaked that much before. He worried that thinking about you was starting to make him feel insane. Then he thought…what if he actually got to touch you?

Marc would have to continue those thoughts from the headspace, because Jake couldn’t take it anymore. Marc protested briefly, fighting to keep control, but the smell of your pussy was too intoxicating to his alter, and Jake needed to have it first hand. He dragged the crotch of the panties up his nostril with a deep sniff and then he nearly collapsed. The scent was unbearably arousing.

“Jake, please let me have the body, please. I need it,” Steven said. “Give it to me now.”

Steven’s thoughts had taken a darker turn since the first time he’d seen you, but Jake was too enraptured at that moment to bother listening to him. He switched the silky undergarment to his dominant hand and wrapped it around his cock. Just touching it to his body sent an unbearable tingling through each nerve ending. Jake had never whined like that, it surprised even him. The same thing that touched your cunt, was now touching his cock. It was the closest they had been to feeling you like that.

“You’re gonna ruin it before I can get a shot,” Steven was getting even more antsy, “please bruv, I need it.”

Jake didn’t give a shit if he ruined the panties. In fact, he fully intended to coat your silky underwear in his hot sticky cum. He had no intention of handing the body to Steven. The other alter could sit in the headspace and suffer for all he cared. Just the thought alone was driving Jake mad. He wanted to make sure he could give it his all, so he waited, like before, pausing just before his release.

He sat there for a moment, breathing heavily through his nostrils, allowing his cock to settle before starting again. He was still hearing Steven shouting, nearly breaking down the walls that separated them. Steven had never been so eager to front, and Jake had to admit it was a struggle to keep him at bay. This wasn’t typical Steven behavior, but you’d changed their dynamic ever since you came into their lives.

Jake was painfully hard again. Precum was trickling over the sides and sticking to the satin fabric. Jake stroked the cloth over himself slowly, sucking in a breath and wrinkling the sheets in his fist. It was slick now, sliding easier. He wondered what you’d done in those panties.

Did you touch yourself? Of course you did. You had to have. He imagined you, arching your back with your fingers plunged deep inside of yourself, squelching your arousal around your digits with every deep drag. You were probably masterful with your hands, knowing exactly how to fuck yourself in a way that made you a panting mess while you came all over your little hands.

“Fuck…mm-princesa…” he was close, so close. “Right there…gonna…ah…”

“Oh, God,” Steven said, taking a deep breath now that he finally had control. He finally felt the sensation of your panties against his cock in full. His entire body rattled the bed frame. “So sweet, oh my…”

Steven clutched the undergarments in both of his shaky hands and brought them to his nostrils, depositing some of his own precum on his lips. He took a deep breath. He wasn’t even worried about grabbing his cock yet, he was so focused on inhaling every bit of you that he could get. It felt like the times Marc drank too much, intoxicating, and leaving Steven’s eyes unable to open beyond halfway.

“So good, never smelled-anything-oh fu-.” Steven’s body quivered. His chest was heaving, each exhale accompanied with a high-pitched whine, “s-so fuckin’…mm-oh.”

Steven thrust his hips hungrily. He stuck out his tongue and dragged it over the crotch of the panties, right where your hole would’ve gone. He whimpered and moaned, feeling his cock pulsate harshly, bobbing against his abdomen. He was coming, covering himself in his hot spend and filling the room with his heavy groans. Steven continued churning his hips upward into nothing, like he was fucking the air.

By the time he came down from his orgasm, the body was spent, tired, and unable to continue after that. Steven fell asleep with your silky black panties on his face.

----

Marc was relieved at first when he thought his solution worked. There was no need to keep stalking you when they had such a perfect piece of you in hand. It was a good solution, until he started losing time again. Marc didn’t realize at first that one of his alters was using the body to take pictures of you while you undressed, showered, and slept. He found the pictures, a couple weeks after they’d stolen your panties, printed out and stuffed in a box under the bed.

“You weren’t supposed to see those,” Steven muttered from the headspace. “Those were just a little thing for Jake and me. Put them back.”

“You guys, what the hell?” Marc’s brow remained furrowed, but his heart rate betrayed him as he shuffled from one photo to the next. “We aren’t supposed to be doing this. This was all supposed to…stop.”

You were simply fucking breathtaking though.

Marc shut his mouth after his breathing turned ragged and suddenly felt so foolish. He stuffed the pictures back in the box and slid it under the bed. He went to the bathroom and got into the shower, desperate to wash away the filthy thoughts coursing through his mind. Jake must’ve been the one to take the pictures, being sneaky as he was. Surely he’d done it behind Marc’s back so he wouldn’t have to hear the scolding.

Marc was right. Jake had gone to your apartment two weeks after they got their first souvenir, after they’d sufficiently caked it in so many layers of cum that it had lost your scent, to get more. When he got there, and snapped the first picture, he wondered to himself why they hadn’t snagged any photos of you before. Surely a picture or two would help them curb this growing desire, right?

Twenty-seven. Jake Lockley took twenty-seven photos of you.

He hid them in the shoebox under the bed, in hopes that he and Steven could enjoy them and keep it from Marc. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep them from Marc, but Jake knew that when he found out, he wouldn’t be happy. He knew what Marc was trying to do, get back to some sense of normalcy for the three of them, and while Jake commended him on his valiant efforts, he couldn’t shake the urges inside.

Marc was still trying to convince himself that they could come back from how far they’d gone. He was letting the hot water run down over his body and trying to tell himself that despite following you for weeks, stealing your underwear, taking pictures of you naked, and killing your date, they could move on, and pretend none of it had happened. No matter how hard he tried though, he kept thinking about you, all the times they’d watched you, and now he had photos.

He could stare at you whenever he wanted; your perfect body, lips, and eyes, all of it was right there for him to look at. He should’ve been scolding his alters for using the body to get them, but he was so enamored by those little treasures they’d gathered now that he was almost grateful they’d done it. He was painfully erect by the time he got out of the shower, resisting every urge to relieve himself to thoughts of you, but he didn’t have the willpower. When it came to you, he never did.

“Marc, you stay away from the one of her lips, that one’s mine,” Steven said firmly.

Marc was too ashamed to even admit to the voices in his head that he was about to jerk off to pictures of you, but he suspected that they knew full well what he intended to do. For once, they were quiet, each waiting to have their turn. Marc used lotion this time, desperate to feel the slick glide of his fingers over his length. He wanted to stroke himself and imagine it was you, soft and wet.

He chose three photos in particular. One of you standing in front of your window, arching your back in profile view. Your perfect breasts had him whining while he dragged over his cock, relishing in the delicious sensation. He knew it probably paled in comparison to how you really felt, but this was as close as he was ever going to get.

The other photo was one of your legs. They must’ve been so close to you to get that picture. Your blankets were off of your body, hanging lazily over the side of the bed. You had worn just underwear and a shirt to sleep. Was that what you normally wore? He hoped so. Your skin looked so soft, so perfect. There was a small peek of your asscheeks sticking out under the hem of the panties. Marc could only think about how badly he wanted to touch you. He let out a choked whine at the thought.

The final image he’d chosen was one of you just out of the shower. He started wondering if you knew you were being watched. Why else would you stand in front of your window like that…

That’s when Marc realized that wasn’t a photo taken from outside…it was taken from inside your apartment. A chill ran over his spine, Jake had been inside your apartment while you were awake, likely tucked away in your closet.

“You guys…” He paused his movements, “you were in her apartment while she was awake?”

“Had to get the perfect angle, pendejo, enjoy it or give up the body so one of us can take over,” Jake said harshly.

No way Marc was letting that happen. He needed that sweet release. All too often Jake or Steven would come in at the last second and take it from him. He felt his cock twitching against his abdomen, demanding his attention. Marc looked down at it, precum leaking over the sides. The lotion left white streaks all over the shaft.

He started his smooth motion again, sliding vigorously over the veiny surface. Oh you were so pretty. So perfect in the way you posed for them. Marc tried to tell himself that what they were doing was wrong, but your expressions and posture confused him, almost like you wanted to be seen; like you wanted them to want you, to take those pictures of you. Whether it was true or not, it was working.

They wanted you, more than anything.

Marc had the pictures spread over the top of the dresser. He grabbed the edge of the stained wood while he continued working on himself, filling the apartment with squelching wet noises. He lurched forward when the heat pooled in his abdomen, gasping a sharp breath while he felt his cock stiffen in his smooth palm. In a mad rush, he grabbed some tissues out of the box on the dresser and spilled into them with a flurry of deep groans.

Jake followed suit, once their short refractory period ran its course, grabbing his images of choice to chase his own release. He loved looking at you too, every curve of your body spoke to his deepest desires. He wanted to feel your skin grow hot from his gloved hand, striking you in an effort to make you more pliant. Your rear could take it, so round and soft, he could imagine the feeling of it under his firm grip.

When Jake was finished his turn, Steven came out like an animal in heat, scrambling with shaky hands for a picture they took of your lips. You’d been sound asleep when they took that photo. He didn’t want to admit it, but Steven did all he could not to thrust himself down your throat while you slept. He was sure you would’ve liked it, the way they tasted, but he also thought it may be a little too bold. If they were going to have some time with you, he was going to have to be more clever than that.

Steven’s precum was lubricating enough for him to run his cock along the glossy sheen of the photo, right against your lips. He imagined how it would feel, seeing them, stretched out around his girth. He thought even more about how good it would feel to have your throat contract when you gagged on his length. It took no time at all for him to turn into a mess of crying moans while coating the photo in his spend.

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“S’not enough Marc, we need more,” Steven muttered while they stood outside of your apartment window once again.

You’d just gone to bed, this time leaving your blinds open like you did on occasion when the nights were warm. The soft rise and fall of your chest could be seen even at a distance. Marc felt his brow begin to sweat in anticipation. He didn’t want to do what Jake and Steven had done to get those pictures, sneak into your apartment with you inside, but he’d started to think that maybe if they achieved that delicious release in such close proximity to your body, they could move on. There was still a small part of him that believed they could move on, despite everything they’d done.

“This is so fucked up,” Marc said, taking a step closer to your window.

“Need me to do it?” Jake asked, itching to get out.

“Stop, I can do it…I just…” Marc growled, feeling the frustration of conflict inside his mind.

He paused, gulping and staring at you while you slept. His feet were frozen before finally he…

Marc blacked out, and hours later he was in their own house with a balled up and sticky pair of your panties in his hand, unable to recall what had happened. Marc hadn’t been to the house in a long time. Usually they stayed in Steven’s apartment. It was so close to his job, before he’d quit, and even closer to the crimes and villains that they had put off fighting since finding you.

Steven would remember how the night was spent though, he’d remember it for the rest of his life.

He had snuck in through your window with Jake’s encouraging words, and found himself standing at your bedside. They’d learned your sleeping patterns so well by then, knowing exactly when you were fast asleep based on the way you breathed. Steven wiped some excess saliva that had dribbled down his chin. Since it was warm that night you’d worn a tanktop and shorts to bed. He could see the roundness of your asscheeks peeking out from the hem of your bottoms.

“Quiero tocar,” Jake said in a dark tone from inside the headspace.

“We can’t touch…not yet,” Steven said in a low whisper.

He fumbled with his belt, careful not to let it clank too loudly as he undid it and then worked on his zipper. You shifted a little, but he knew you were still dreaming. He wondered if you were dreaming about him, or one of the other two. He still remembered how you looked at them that day at the museum, and he still felt like something in your eyes spelled love to him.

Putting the excess spit that had once again accumulated in his mouth to good use, Steven dropped a glob down onto his cock. You continued breathing quietly, your sweet little voice falling over his ears like honey. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad. He could be quick, he knew he could, sliding into the bed with you, fucking you while you slept. If they were careful, surely you wouldn’t wake, right? Or, even better, you might wake up and find that you enjoyed it just as much as they did.

“I wanna fuck her.” Steven whispered suddenly, surprising even himself with the crass statement.

“Can’t risk it Steven, just leave her a little present on her legs compadre.”

“Yeah, yeah on her legs. Aces.” He agreed, excited by the prospect of their cum being on you.

He had to stroke fairly slow, trying not to fill your apartment with the loud wet slaps of him jerking off to your sleeping form. He focused on the apex of your thighs, right where he knew your tight little pussy was hiding. He imagined how wet you would be if only you let him have you. You’d be a mess, soaking and dripping down the sides of his cock.

“She’s such a pretty little princesa; bet that cunt is like heaven, I’d love a little taste.” Jake was getting more and more restless as Steven approached his climax.

“Jake, please, let me…”

He couldn’t resist, needing to feel the high that came with shooting spurts of cum all over the backs of your thighs. Jake came to the front, just in time to feel that mind-numbing euphoria that Steven worked so hard to achieve. He tried to make it up to Steven by bringing home a fresh and silky souvenir, the same one that Marc fronted with now in his hands, after Steven got to them first of course.

When you woke up in the morning, you would be puzzled trying to figure out what the sticky substance was on your bedding and thighs, but you wouldn’t ever know for sure.

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“I told you, Jake, I’m not okay with this. We can’t do it. This is wrong!” Marc was shouting from the headspace.

“Shut the fuck up, pendejo. We’ve tried it your way, now we do it my way.” Jake pried open your window slowly. “Sick of not being able to think straight.”

“Jake please, please, please let me out. Please.” Steven begged.

Jake was trying to keep Steven at bay, but he knew the other alter was going to get himself to the front one way or another.

“At least let me get us inside, then you can have the body.” Jake stopped before climbing indoors, “if you fuck this up for us…”

“Don’t worry bruv, m’not going to mess it up, promise.” Steven assured him.

Jake was inside within seconds, and the moment his feet touched the ground, Steven forced his way to the front. He was more than ready to finally show you the love they’d kept pent up all that time. He quickly, and silently, toed off Jake’s shoes, and pulled off the gloves too. If Jake wanted those, he could put them back on later. It was going to be a long night, and they intended to stay a while.

He took off the jacket as well and placed it on the floor. Steven loosened up the tie, allowing the fabric to hang lazily around his neck. You were so sound asleep, breathing deeply while you dreamt. Steven’s cock was already leaking a small spot into the seam of Jake’s pants in anticipation of feeling your pussy walls surrounding his cock. He took them off quickly, stepping out of them silently.

You turned in your sleep, but your eyes stayed closed. You were so pretty, so precious just laying there without a clue. Steven clutched his chest, finding it difficult to breathe properly. Despite the nearly painful ache of his erection, he took a moment just to revel in your beauty, taking in the breathtaking way the sheets hugged your curves. Your lips were pursed, brow furrowed while you dreamt.

So fucking pretty, he thought.

“Steven, if you’re gonna do it, then just get it over with,” Marc said in a grumble. While the original was deeply bothered by their actions, he knew stopping him was impossible.

Steven walked around to the other side of the bed, and grabbed the sheet. Cautiously, he got under the covers, careful not to shift the weight too much and startle you. If he alerted you too soon, it would all be over. Steven was, once again, grateful you were such a heavy sleeper. It had proven to be helpful for them each time they’d needed to traverse your apartment in the night.

He hooked a finger in the waist of your shorts and dragged them down to your thigh. There was a small shift in your body, but your breathing remained the same, steady pace. Your skin was softer than he’d imagined. Just the light drag of his finger over the surface made his body spark with excitement. He felt himself salivating. Steven wanted nothing more than to lick and kiss your exposed shoulder, but he held back for now.

Steven brought a mess of spit down to slick his cock. He bit his lip while he ran his fingers over the length of it. The thought that he was about to finally feel you from the inside almost made him want to scream. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this alive. He brought an arm to hover over your side carefully, and started sneaking the other under your head. He was ready to move quickly if you resisted, though he hoped you wouldn’t; he hoped that you would wake and realize how good Steven was fucking you and that you’d lean into it a little.

As Steven’s large hand closed over your lips, and his other arm caged your body against his, squeezing tightly, you stirred awake.

“Sh sh sh, love. Shhh.” He urged, holding on tight as your little body squirmed against his chest.

You immediately started to whimper, fighting and breathing heavily, trying desperately to break free, but Steven was too strong. You screamed uselessly into his fingers. You wiggled your rear against him, feeling the jab of his cock against you. It was hard to believe this was happening, this couldn’t be real. Someone had snuck into your apartment and was about to-

Steven pushed his cock between your thighs, rutting hungrily until he found your entrance. He stopped there, feeling the wet slick of your heat coating his throbbing girth.

“You ready, love? Been waiting for this a long time, been waiting to feel you.” His voice was low against your ear.

You shook your head as best as you could and tried screaming again, but no one would hear you. The feeling of his cock against your folds alone was enough to drive him crazy. The fact that you were so wet let Steven know just how eager you were for this too, you just didn’t realize it yet.

“Oh God, love, you feel so good already.” He felt your warm tears hitting his fingers. “Yeah, I’m excited too, just one…second…”

He let out a deep groaning sigh as he stretched you out, gliding his cock into your tight cunt.

“Oh that’s it, love, oh this is better than I dreamed. Can’t wait to finally fill you up darling, you’re going to like it so much. Gonna-you’re gonna-ohh-want to give you all of it.” He was pumping in and out of you slowly, struggling to form a coherent sentence in the process.

To say it felt good to him was an understatement. Steven’s hips stuttered as he pushed full to the hilt once more. He felt your walls flutter around him. He knew you liked it, too. He wondered why they hadn’t done it sooner.

“Oh my…shit…” He thrusted, splitting your hole wide over and over. “Those pretty little sounds you make, been think–oh fuck…been thinkin’ ‘bout them. Never thought they’d sound so-”

It hurt, being stretched out like that, never having felt anyone that big before. You were so afraid, unable to move your arms. The more you shifted against him, the harder he squeezed. It got to a point where you worried he might crush you if you continued. His lips pressed against your neck in sloppy wet kisses, and he kept groaning about how much he loved you in your ear.

“Feel you gettin’ so wet.” He let out a sharp exhale, “knew you’d like me darling, knew you’d be good f’me.”

Steven kissed your shoulder, nipping at the skin and savoring the way it tasted on his tongue. You were delicious in every sense of the word. He could feel you stop fighting him, and he took that as a sign of compliance, of submission. Steven knew deep down that you’d liked them, he knew it.

“Won’t hurt much longer, not once you’re used t’me. God you’re so pretty, feel so good. Can’t believe I’m finally touching you.” He started thrusting his hips harder, dragging the head along your walls. “Thank you love, thank you for being such a good girl f’me.”

You were hiccuping from sobbing so hard. Your cries only encouraged Steven though, he thought you sounded so sweet like that, so innocent and precious. When you felt the unmistakable wave taking over your body, the one that contradicted your emotional feelings, you gasped, pressing your spine against his chest. It felt good, so good that you thought you might cry harder should he stop.

“Doesn’t that feel good, love? You’re squeezing me so tight I…oh shit…not gonna last much longer if you keep that up, yeah?” Steven felt your walls contracting over him harder now, telling him you must be close. “Are you going to let yourself go for me?”

Steven’s movements were relentless. Your bed scraped against the floor a little as he fucked even harder. He started thinking about how much he wanted to keep you, have you around to pleasure himself with any time he started to feel the need. Surely you’d like that too, of course you’d love when Steven made you feel good…right? He would always make sure you got your release too, every time, so long as he could help it.

“I’m gonna make sure you feel good darling, want you to feel good.” He was getting close, pulling your body closer as his orgasm approached, “and you know when I’m done, Jake is gonna come in here and mark you up, yeah? Make sure you remember that you’re ours now.”

You panicked, realizing what that meant…he had a friend there too, also intent on taking you for himself. Your breathing became short, and you squirmed again. Steven’s cock thrust into you harder when you did.

“Sh, sh, love, shh, stop.” He didn’t want to hurt you. In fact, Steven wouldn’t hurt you, but he couldn’t speak for Jake. “I don’t want you to get hurt, yeah? Better stop that now.”

You let yourself fall limp, accepting your fate finally as his assault on your cunt continued. You really were wet now, pussy squelching every time the man rutted into you, hips pressing flush against your rear. Steven felt himself overwhelmed with pleasure as his orgasm approached.

He was talking so fast, "I'm not going to pull out love, want to make sure I show you how much I love you. Wanna get you nice and full of me–so full. Would you like that?” He groaned into your shoulder, “yeah, ‘course you would. Oh here we go–here we go love–ahhh!” His hips stopped suddenly, pressed up against your body while his cock pulsated hot ropes inside of you. “Thankyou--thankyou--thankyou love, oh God thank you.”

You couldn’t stop the wave that came over you, pooling heat in your center and forcing your body to tremble against him.

“That’s it love, can feel you coming, too. Oh you’re squeezing me so hard.”

You couldn’t believe you’d started coming so violently at the hands of your assailant, despite your best efforts not to. You couldn’t help the physical response your body had to him though. He made you so wet, made your body spark with need. He felt so good, he was so intent on making sure you felt something too.

The switch happened without your realizing, and suddenly Jake lay there while his cock grew soft inside of you. Steven was sated, finished with you for the time being. He knew that he had to get you into a different position, or you’d try to run. Being crafty as he was, Jake planned for that, and brought something along to keep you silent. A cloth doused in chloroform, pulled from his breast pocket, sure to keep you pliant. He covered your face in the cloth, and you tried to struggle again, but this time fell limp against your will.

It was an hour before you woke up again. Jake was standing in front of you. He had his arms crossed over his chest, shirt open with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and gloves on. He was naked otherwise though. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as they opened slowly, meeting his hooded gaze. You tried to move, but your hands were tied to your bedpost. You opened your mouth to yell, but the man in front of you held up a finger.

“Here’s how this is going to go princesa...” He spoke just above a whisper.

Jake had a gun he’d placed on your dresser. He picked it up and cocked it in his hand. Of course it wasn’t loaded, he would never hurt you, but he needed you to behave. He smirked at the little hiccup you made at the sound of his weapon readying for fire. You noticed now, the distinct difference in his accent, this was someone else. The guy from before really did bring a friend with him.

“P-please I–”

“Sh.” Jake put a gloved finger to his lips once more. “I’m going to let you suck my cock sweetheart, and I know you’re going to do a great job. As long as you’re a good little girl for me, I won’t hurt you too bad when I’m done, alright? Maybe I’ll even let you come.”

“Why are you–why are you…” You sobbed, unable to speak the words on the tip of your tongue.

“Come on, no more talking,” He said in a low tone, “remember, if you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you, bebita.” Jake’s cock was leaking at the head, dripping onto the floor as he approached you. “If you want to misbehave, I’ll have to get rough, and I don’t wanna do that to you.”

You were so small, a petite little thing. You looked at his cock wide-eyed, fearing you wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing in your mouth. It was big, thick and long. You gulped harshly, feeling terror wash over you even more. He’d said he didn’t want to hurt you, but what exactly did that mean? You were sure you didn’t want to find out.

Seeing you struggle to stretch your lips over his thick cock brought him more pleasure than he imagined it would. He couldn’t even get it all the way in your throat, but he didn’t need to, it felt so good without needing to go deeper. Your tongue splayed against the underside of his length made him thrust forward from the sensation, gagging you in the process. Your teeth grazed the shaft.

“Ay!” The cold barrel of the gun pressed against your temple forcing a gasping sob from you, “watch it, cariño.”

You did your best to get your lips over your teeth, even if only a little. Jake’s free hand rested on the back of your neck while he forced himself deeper. The feeling of your throat contracting over his cock made his head fall back. He groaned, voice sounding wrecked and feral with each plunge further into your throat.

It hurt, the way his girth threatened to stretch open your esophagus beyond its threshold. You whined, willing your lips to keep your mouth smooth for him, but you felt them struggling. For the second time, you touched his cock with your teeth, and for a second time, he winced and pressed his gun against your head even harder.

“Oh, I really don’t want to hurt you sweetheart, but I will.” His tone was dark and threatening.

“You better not hurt her Jake.” Steven said from the headspace.

You were a sobbing mess, so much that you pulled your head back off his thick and throbbing shaft. Saliva connected his cock to your glossy lips, and forced a sneer over his face. He knelt down on both knees, leaning in to meet your eye.

“Oh, princesa, you’re not very good at following directions, are you?” His smirk never faded, as though he were taunting you.

If you weren’t so cute with your swollen, glistening lips, and tear stained cheeks, he might feel less merciful. He was ready to see you come undone, after so much time spent waiting, only admiring you from a distance. Jake wanted to fuck you so hard your throat was bleeding from the shrill screams escaping your mouth.

“Don’t worry, we’ll teach you…another time.”

He grabbed your hip in his left hand and shifted your ass to rest between his thighs. The gun was still in his other hand, pressing against your waist, leaving an indent in your flesh. He could see how clearly afraid you were. Nothing looked more attractive to him than you being absolutely terrified of what he might do to you.

“Fight me, and you know what will happen, princesa. Don’t make me out to be the bad guy when all I’ve asked is for you to behave. Can you be good for me now?” He lined the head of his cock up with your entrance. “Hm?”

You nodded, “y-yes.”

You were too afraid to say no.

He thrust into you, and once again, the same body was fucking you open. Jake nearly fell forward, feeling you for the first time. It was like his cock was coated in smooth, silky velvet. This wasn’t the first time he’d been with a woman, but this was better than anything he’d ever felt before, because it was you.

“Fuck, princesa, you’re so tight.” He grunted through gritted teeth as he pulled back and then thrust forward again. He moved the gun to your chin, pressing it against your jaw harshly, “I want you to tell me how sorry you are for not following my very-simple-instructions.”

“Oh! No, please!” You rattled the bed, struggling against the silken tie Jake had used to bind your hands. “Please, no!”

Jake lost concentration when your cunt fluttered around him. It was almost as though you were enjoying his threats. He fucked into you harder, groaning out a slur of feral moans. He brought the barrel of the weapon down your abdomen and touched it over your clit. A sharp gasp escaped you at the icy sensation. You whimpered, feeling even more fresh tears trickling over your cheeks.

“I wanna hear you tell me how–fuck–how sorry you are, now!” His brows were knitted together tightly, eyes dark and forceful.

An unmistakable, and to you shameful, moan left your lips. The way he moved the metal barrel against your cunt sparked pleasure through your core. He heard it, clear as day. He knew he’d break you, one way or another. There was still a long way to go before you were fully theirs, but this was a good first lesson. You were already starting to learn that he was capable of giving you what you needed, if only you did what he asked.

“S-sorry! I’m sor–oh god–so sorry!” You squeezed your eyes shut, “please don’t kill me, I’m sorry please.”

“Mm, buena niña.” He cooed, voice sounding wrecked with his growing arousal.

He reveled in the way your walls squeezed over him when he swirled the gun around your clit. He let out a snicker, lips curling at the sides. You felt your arms becoming sore from the pressure of the tie around your wrists, but the ache was dulled by the pleasure traveling all over your body.

“I want you to look at me, and say, ‘I’m sorry Jake,’ now.”

He looked down and spit harshly on the gun, letting the saliva trickle down over your clit, allowing the weapon to slide around it easier. Seeing you squirm under the feeling of his gun while it teased that swollen little nub made his cock throb inside of you. When he looked back up at you, you were looking back. He loved to see your bottom lip quivering while you tried to talk but fell short of the words.

“Come on, I know you can do it for me.” He urged gently.

You were ashamed to find yourself a stuttering mess trying to talk to him, not out of fear or for being upset, but because you felt so fucking good. Your mind was screaming, telling you to fight, to do anything other than lay there and take it, but your body was doing quite the opposite.

He knew the effect he was having on you. Jake could see the way your eyes fought not to roll back into your skull while pleasure overcame you; He could see the way your lips stammered over themselves trying to get the words he demanded out; Most of all, he felt the way the soft walls of your pussy moved in waves over his cock, reacting every time he slid the barrel of his gun over your clit.

“I-I…”

You didn’t want to say it, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Go on princesa…you don’t want me to pull this trigger now, do you?”

“I’m s-so sorry J-Jake!” You managed to choke out.

His cock unmistakably twitched inside of you at the sound of hearing you say those words.

“Mm, now was that so hard? You sound so good, bebita. I knew you could behave yourself for me.” He churned forward faster, the hand on your hip was nearly bruising. “Now you’re going to relax, and you’re gonna come for me, si? No fighting back now…”

“Please let me go!” You sobbed more, filling your apartment with more desperate cries.

Unfortunately for you, the sound of your whimpers only seemed to encourage him further. Jake looked down. Beneath the gun he could see the way your pussy looked splitting over his girth. It was so slick and puffy from the way he and Steven had fucked and resized you.

“I’m almost done sweetheart, and when I’m done, Marc is gonna come in and you’re gonna be a good girl for him too, right?”

No, not another one, you thought.

Out of fear that he might threaten you again though if you didn’t comply, you nodded. As you felt your orgasm threatening to wash over you, out of your control, you felt shame mix like a poisonous cocktail with the pleasure. You turned your head away, tucking it into your arm, trying to hide your humiliation.

Jake wasn’t going to have that though. He wanted to look at your beautiful face while he made your mind go numb and body tense around him. He wanted to see you as you became so fucked out you could hardly keep your body upright anymore. You were seconds from unraveling at his hand, and he wasn’t going to miss a single expression on your pretty face.

“Come on, princesa, don’t hide that from me now, gotta see how precious you look when I make you come undone.” He cooed, changing the way he rotated the barrel over you ever so slightly. “You know the stakes.”

You bit your bottom lip to stop it from shaking as you turned your head back to meet his gaze. His eyes were so dark, brows so tightly stuck together. He looked down to watch your hole swallow him again and again before turning back up to see your eyes.

It was happening to you again, you were coming over the cock of your second assailant that night. You did as you were told, keeping your eyes on his while you bit your lip a little too hard and clenched your walls around him. His lids dropped and his brows relaxed just before you felt the searing hot spurts of his spend filling you to the brim.

He fucked you through it, pushing it all into you, mixing it with what still remained of Steven inside you. Once he felt he was fully finished, having stretched and fucked you to his satisfaction, he pulled out. You felt empty, finally, but your cunt was gaping, letting his cum dribble out onto the hardwood floor beneath you.

“Now princesa…I want you to say ‘thank you, Jake’.” He wiped the glossy spit that had accumulated on his lips.

“T-thank you, J-Jake.” You sniffled, and closed your legs together as he sat back from you.

“You’re learning so well already. My smart bebita.” He looked genuinely proud of you, a spark lit in your gut against your will. You ignored it. “Marc is going to be here soon, and when he comes in, heh, he’s going to spoil you rotten. Just always remember that I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t turn into a little brat, okay?”

You nodded in understanding.

“Good.” He tossed the gun aside, forcing you to flinch. “I’m never going to do anything to really hurt you princesa, okay?”

You gulped and nodded, “yes.”

“Okay, just need you to sleep for a while, I’ll see you again soon.” He pressed his lips into a hard line while he wrapped his gloved hands around your petite throat.

“N-no what…!”

You squirmed while he choked you, feeling the desperation in your body while you struggled to get air in your lungs. Jake’s hands were so big around your delicate throat. Steven and Marc both were hollering at him to go easy on you, but they both knew that Jake knew what he was doing. That didn’t stop Marc from taking over and letting go of you immediately. You had already fainted, but that was ok, he needed time to get himself prepared to have you himself.

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When your eyes finally fluttered open again, you were shocked to see the same man from before staring back at you. You were sure he’d mentioned a third person coming in to have their way with you, but here he was, still staring back.

“You’re awake, good.” Marc said, brows drawn together tightly with concern.

“I thought…I thought there was someone–s-someone else.” You were still fatigued from tears, and speaking was proving to be difficult.

“That was my…” He didn’t want to tell you about his condition just yet, “brother.”

You were sucking your bottom lip in with your sobbing. You turned your head into your arm which hurt beyond belief. Having your shoulders in that position for an extended period of time had proved excruciating.

Marc couldn’t believe they’d come this far. Steven and Jake had both had their turn, and now it was his, but he intended to do things a little differently. He wasn’t going to take from you, not yet anyway, but he was going to give you something. Marc wanted to make you love him, from deep within yourself, to make you feel the same way about him that he felt for you.

He knelt down at your side, you instinctively pulled your knees up to your chest, looking at him pleadingly. Your eyes darted behind him. The gun the other man had used was shining in the moonlight. You closed your eyes tightly, sending a couple of stray tears shooting down your cheeks. Marc reached over and swiped a tear away with his thumb, letting his hand rest on your face softly.

“If you’re good for me, I’ll be able to help you, okay baby?” He looked into your eyes with nothing but love and adoration.

You didn’t understand why they were doing this still, but something about this one made you feel more safe than the other two. You didn’t say a word, you didn’t even nod, you just wanted to be alone now, you felt so tired, so weak.

Marc thought he could see you soften, so he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, but you didn’t return the gesture. He put his lips together tightly as he pulled back, resting his forehead on yours. He was trying so hard not to feel frustrated. It was going to take time to get you to understand what an asset he was going to be for you. Marc brushed your cheek as he looked between your glistening eyes.

“I can’t help you if you don’t behave.” He spoke firmly.

Marc could tell you still weren’t going to return his affections, but knew you’d learn with time. He thought that maybe if he could make you softer, more pliant in his hands, you might come around. His hand left your face, brushing over the soft skin of your neck - to which you winced from Jake’s earlier assault - tracing down your breasts and peaked nipple, and finally resting over the tightly closed apex of your thighs. You squeezed your legs together even more.

“Come on honey, let me in.” He said just over a whisper.

“P-please don’t.” You begged, hiccuping again as more sobs forced their way through you.

“I just want to find a way to make you feel good, will you let me do that? Please?”

You were prolonging the inevitable. He was going to find his way to your cunt whether you let him or not, so you decided to slowly open your legs. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and an unmistakable grin crept over his face. You were opening up for him, letting him bring his fingers down to rest between your lips. A small breath of arousal slipped out of you.

“How’s that?” He had a mildly arrogant tone. “That feel good?”

You groaned despite yourself, hating that they’d all managed to find a way to make you feel so fucking good. You felt nothing but shame for the way you arched up into his touch. The pads on his fingers spread out, splitting your slick folds. He touched your entrance, forcing a pained wince from you.

“Oh no baby, I’m sorry, they really stretched you out, didn’t they? Don’t worry, I’ll give your little hole a break alright?” Marc reached his free hand up to cup your cheek and keep your forehead on his. “I know you’ll make it up to me.”

Your clit was coated in your juices and theirs, making it easy for him to slide his digits in small, rhythmic circles over it. He could tell from the way you were squirming that he was doing it right. Your sobs stopped and instead you were just moaning quietly now. Your eyes closed, but he wanted to see them.

“Open your eyes for me, baby.”

You kept them closed tight.

“Please don’t make me beg, I need you to listen to what I tell you. I can give you what you need, and I can protect you, but I need you to be good for me, please.” He leaned in and tried kissing you again, but once more you denied him. “Come on, let me kiss you, don’t fight me.”

You were shocked at the juxtaposition between his demeanor and his brother’s. He was so gentle in the way he touched you, like his only goal was to make you feel good, as if his own pleasure was secondary to yours.

And for Marc it was. He knew that if all three of them were rough with you, they'd never get you to feel the same way about them as they did about you.

“Tell me how that feels baby, come on, use your words for me.”

“It f-feels-” You groaned deeply, angling your hips upward into his touch. “No, I don’t want this.” You shook your head, tucking your face into your arm opposite his face.

"Don't make this more difficult, I can make your time with us like a dream if you just give in to me." He continued to hope you would loosen a little, let yourself feel how he touched you. “Let me try something, okay?”

Marc kissed your cheek, slowly brushed his lips down your tender neck, left another on your collarbone, before cupping the swell of your breast and bringing your nipple to his mouth. His lips pursed around it. A small shudder quaked through your body, letting him know that what he did was working.

He couldn’t handle the ache any longer between his own legs. His cock was leaking profusely, and he needed to satisfy his own urges. He was going to keep his word though, he had no intention of penetrating you that night. Marc was able to brush his length along the soft skin of your thigh, making it slick with his precum and allowing it to slide easier.

He moaned over your nipple before flicking it with his tongue. You were churning your hips upward in rhythm with the repetitive swirl of his fingers. Marc couldn’t begin to express with words the way it made him feel to know you were using him to please yourself. He couldn’t have asked for a better outcome after their actions that night.

“Now tell me how it feels, please baby, tell me how well I take care of you.”

Marc didn’t stop dragging his cock over your leg, moaning incessantly while he did. You were crying again, feeling nothing but shame and fatigue while your third orgasm of the night approached. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of telling him how good he felt, but he wasn’t going to stop asking.

Marc looked up at you, brows raised and drawn together, pleading for you to tell him how he made you feel. Why was this one so different than the other two? The first one was so hungry, desperate and needy. The second was plain cruel. This one was so focused on you, wanting nothing more than to make sure you were okay; it was more confusing than anything.

“Let me go, please.” You begged, “p-please.”

“Can’t do that, don’t ask me that again, baby. I wish I could, but we’ve come too far now.” Marc brought himself back up to you, his hard cock rested against your abdomen now. It felt so heavy. “That’s why I’m trying to meet you halfway. I’ll take good care of you, but you have to be good for me, too.”

His face was close to yours again. You felt him churning against you, sliding his cock against your waist faster as his climax closed in. You could tell by the way it got harder, and swelled against you that he was desperately close. For the third time that night, you were close too, his fingers worked against you, forcing soft gasps from your lips.

“I’m gonna come for you honey, gonna cover you in it. You gonna cover me, too? Soak my hand in your-f-fuck.”

You felt something pool in your stomach, while he touched you. You couldn’t tell him that he made you feel good, but you could show him in the way he wanted. The thought of kissing him was repulsive, but if he was going to be your sole protector, then you needed to give him what he asked for. He was being so kind now, but you feared for what he might do if you didn’t give him his way.

You leaned in and slotted your mouth over his. Marc couldn’t believe you were actually kissing him. He could hear the other two muttering around in the headspace excitedly. Your lips were soft, delicious, and Marc wanted more. He slipped his tongue over your bottom lip before entangling it with yours in your mouth. His fingers worked faster, flicking over your clit while you were feeding him desperate cries.

He could tell immediately when you were coming because your entire body arched toward him, as though you wanted him to devour you whole. Your moans of deep pleasure were enough to inspire his own orgasm. His hips bucked forward harshly, rubbing over your skin while he coated your stomach and tits in his cum. He groaned with every thrust, and his body trembled when he slowed, eventually stilling altogether. His lips broke apart from yours with a soft smack. Marc’s eyes were deep and hooded while he looked into yours.

“Thank you for being so good for me, baby.” He pecked your forehead softly.

Marc knew they needed to knock you out again, and so he got up and started looking for the towel. The chloroform laced cloth would still work just fine. He would talk to Jake later about leaving such harsh bruises on you needlessly when he had the chance.

“What’s going to happen now?” You asked with a choked whimper, looking up at Marc.

“We’re going to take you home.” Marc said, kneeling down with the towel in hand. “Just take a deep breath, you’ll be alright, I promise.”

The last thing you saw before everything went black was his dark eyes on yours.

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You felt your eyes burn with the sun piercing through your window. You took in a deep breath through your nostrils trying desperately to open them, wondering if everything that had happened last night was just a dream. It felt like you were in bed, warm blankets pulled up to your chin. Finally, your eyes came into focus and you took in your surroundings.

You sat up fast, realizing immediately that you weren’t home at all. In fact, you had no idea where you were. The room you found yourself in was clean with stark white walls and bedding, but the bars on the windows let you know that it wasn’t as nice as it first appeared. The door on the far end of the room buzzed before you heard an electronic latch open it.

He walked in, one of the three men who had had their way with you the night before. He gave you a soft and toothy grin. He put a hand up to greet you, he didn’t look as though he dared to come near the bed.

“Hi there, we haven’t met properly.” You noticed now that he looked nervous, though you couldn’t imagine why, he clearly had all the power in that moment. “I’m Steven. I thought I should introduce m’self. Figured since…well…since I came in behind you and all, you hadn’t really seen me yet.”

Except you had seen his face before. You’d seen it two other times that night. Once on Jake, and once more with the one named Marc. So this one was Steven. You’d been kidnapped by three brothers.

“Where am I?” You asked timidly, realizing that your throat still ached from the choking and stretching you’d endured earlier.

He walked toward you slowly. Already, you could see the nagging press of his cock against the seam of his pants. He looked at you like he was ready to devour you the moment he got his hands on you. Steven bit his lip.

“Darling…you’re home.”

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cyn--ical · 10 months ago

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September

Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Sibling

*moments of months with Jeremiah until next Summer -takes place between the first and second seasons*

.Conrad sending you videos of Jeremiah sulking in the backseat as everyone leaves Cousins

.Late night phone calls every night till school starts again, then again the first week Conrad goes off to college

.Calling you any time he misses Conrad because he’s too stubborn to talk to him

"You know you could just call him"

"Yeah, but he’s not as pretty to look at"

.You groan at how sweet he is and tell him to stop or you’re hanging up

.Jere making it onto the football team and showing up at your house the same day to tell you

.Laurel over hearing your excited voices in the hallway and coming to congratulate Jere

.Making him stay for dinner, making Steven drive to Costco to get a cake

"Its a celebration! we need cake" she stated

"Why me" Steven moaned

"This is what happens when you wont let anyone else drive your car" Belly smiled at him with mock sweetness

Steven rolled his eyes at her "This house is gonna fall into ruin when I leave for Princeton"

"And don’t forget the candles" you called out as the door slams shut behind him

.Steven brings leftover fourth of July sparklers instead

"Its what Susannah would have done" he shrugs to Laurel and she nods in the way you know she's holding back tears.

.Laurel tells Jere to stay the night cause its getting too late

"but on the couch..and no funny business" she says looking at the two of you

.She gives Jere a hug, you notice its longer than usual, before she heads up to bed

."She thinks I’m going to break like Connie"

"She’s just worried Jere, my mom loves you"

"Do you?" he smirks

.Neither of you have said it yet, not since Jeremiah had that night at the boardwalk

You lean up on your tip toes and put your lips gently on his

‘Sometimes’ you say pulling away and smirking back at him

.Jere sneaking up to your room at 2am and curling up next to you

.Pulling your hips back into him. You press up closer next to him and stifle a laugh as he groans into your hair

‘I’m not gonna be responsible for what happens if you keep doing that’ he whispers

.You turn around to face him, he’s still golden in the dark

."Will you come to my games?" he sounds like he’s scared to ask, scared of the response

‘Every one’ you say

.You know his Dad wont and Susannah’s too sick now

.Jeremiah gets all shy and smiley the first time you come to his game

.You’re wearing your cheer outfit, wrong colours, but you’ve got his number painted on your cheek

.Thats all he can focus on, that and how short your skirt is and

"how come I’ve never seen you wear this before" he says pinching the hem of your skirt, his fingertips brushing an inch higher up your thigh

"I’ve been a cheerleader since freshmen year" you shove him away as he tries to wrap his arms around you

"Not mine" he says pulling you towards him and pinning you against his car door

"You think you could keep this on for me tonight"Jere whispers into your neck

"I’m going home Jeremiah" you laugh pushing him back enough to kiss him

He grins at you.

.You show up to every game like you promised, sometimes with Belly and Taylor, sometimes with Laurel, sometimes alone

.Always wearing his numbers

.Always holding up a dumb sign making him laugh every time he looks over at you

.Jere looked amazing in his football gear, he'd gained more muscle from training and Laurel's never ending cooking, one thing she was gonna do, was take care of Susannah's boys. He played amazing too, almost as good as Conrad and you'd wished his dad would come to just one of these games

.But Jere had lost some of his sunshine, that 'golden boy sparkle' fading with every doctors appointment

.Jere picking you up and spinning you around, leaving kisses all over your face whether they won or lost and for a moment he was the old Jeremiah again, the one without the weight of a sick mother and absent father

.Wrapping up in blankets at his games when the leaves start changing colour

.Hugging him in it when he walks of the field

.Walking the long way back to the parking lot, with pink noses and chilled fingers intertwined, letting go only to race through piles of brown leaves

"Its not about how fast you get through them its about how many you crunch" he stated matter of fact, ignoring the amused look on your face

.Jere could never wait till you got inside the car to start kissing you, he'd pin you up against whatever surface was closest, one hand gripping your waist the other resting on your neck

."Opening the door takes 2 seconds" you smiled, still trying to catch your breath

."Sorry" he shrugged "haven't seen my girlfriend all week" he grinned down at you

.Making out with him for 'five more minutes' had turned into 2 hours trying and failing to keep his hands off you and eating leftover lunches, while whatever song of the week played on repeat in the background

"Its too late to drive" he said

"And who's fault is that...I've got to get home J" you sighed

"Let me drive you" he said, shifting your weight on him and letting his head rest back against the drivers seat

"No, then how will you get back?" you asked softly, leaning into him, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck

"Then stay" he tightened his grip on you, not wanting to lose the feeling of you on him

"I can't" you said

.His eyes plead with you and you silently cursed how far apart you lived

"Your mom's already here"

"Exactly why I can't stay Jere" you said resting your back against the steering wheel "She'll want me at home with Belly"

"Belly's not even at home with Belly" Jere let out an exasperated sigh

.You laughed and leaned back into him, foreheads pressing against each other

"You're right, take me to yours then boyfriend" you smiled, biting your lip

.Jere bumped his nose against yours

"Five more minutes" he whispered against your lips already pulling you back into a kiss

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kiri-thighs · 1 year ago

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First Date | C.Cameron

FEM! READER

summary: it was your first date with cameron. you two were actually classmates in elementary school. cameron ended up asking you out on a date after finding you on the Cousins beach during a party.

warnings: none, just loads of fluff

You were in Belly's room at Cousins, getting ready for your date that was in like 30 minutes. Cam was actually going to pick you up in a few. You were panicking and asking Belly what you should wear, her helping you with it and giving you a closet full of options you can pick from.

"I don't know what to wear Belly- I'm not even sure what we're doing for the date! What if we're bowling and I wear a dress? What if we're having a dinner and I wear what shorts?!" You asked as you had finished your makeup but not your outfit.

Belly was laughing as Steven walked in while you were thankfully still in your t-shirt and sleep shorts. "Steven get out!" You and Belly said at the same time, Belly covering you with her body as if you were naked but thankfully you weren't.

"Okay okay chill- there's this car outside on our driveway?" Steven asked as you tilted your body so that your face was showing behind Belly.

"Huh?" You said before looking out Belly's window and seeing that Cam was there. You almost did a double take before you closed the curtain when Cameron looked up from his steering wheel as you turned your back against the window.

"Oh my gosh. He's already here. He said he was gonna be here in 30 minutes?!" You yelled as Steven was pushed out of Belly's room.

"Yeah that's Y/n's date okay? So get out Steven we're getting her ready!" Belly said as Steven was trying so hard not to get out, holding on the doorframe of Belly's door before Belly successfully shut her door and locked it.

"Wait what Y/n has a date- wait I can help!" Steven was yelling as he was being escorted out. More like kicked out. Belly sighed as she smiled at your panicking state.

"I know exactly what you can wear." Belly smiled as she grabbed a skirt that Taylor gave her and a cami top. She also gave you a pair of sneakers. It was better to be simple especially since it was hot.

"Do you think he'd like this?" You asked as Belly nodded. "of course he will! Weren't you guys like pretend married in elementary school? He doesn't care what his elementary school wife is wearing." Belly teased as you chuckled.

"You're right..it's Cam after all." You said as you slipped into what Belly gave you. As you looked at yourself in the body mirror, you smiled at yourself. Belly was behind you, holding your shoulders gently as she shook you around gently.

"You look amazing Y/n. Let's go." You nodded as you grabbed your phone and hugged Belly. You were thankful to have a best friend like her. It was like you had a non-blood related sister. Thankfully your mom was close friends with Susannah and Laurel ever since college.

You started walking down the stairs, seeing Cam texted you after checking your phone for quite awhile. He was wondering if you were already ready a few minutes ago. You put on your shoes before nodding at Belly.

"Good luck. Tell us how it goes later." Belly teased as you opened the door and chuckled quietly. "Will do!" You said before closing the door behind you after you said goodbye to Belly, and it seems Steven too since he was sitting on the couch with the Fisher boys.

As you were walking out of the house, you felt your body do a small nervous shiver. You didn't know why you were nervous but it was probably because of the first time you saw Cam again.

You didn't imagine him to grow into such a handsome boy. Who made your heart still skip a beat. Not like it was in elementary school but how it was now. You held your hand to your chest gently before smiling softly as he saw you walking out of the Cousin's house.

You waved at him excitedly before running up to the car. Cam saw that you were running towards the car as he quickly took his seatbelt off and got out of the driver's seat.

"Hey sorry I ended up coming earlier. I saw you pop up on the window." Cam said pointing to the window where Belly was watching from. You looked up and made a silly face at Belly, as if telling her to hide away.

Belly caught on and you could imagine Belly's laugh as she closed the curtains quickly. You looked back at Cam and shook your head.

"Don't apologize Cam, I'm glad you're here early anyway." You reassured as Cameron sighed in relief and nodded.

"Well let's go?" You said as Cam nodded, "Yeah no time to waste." Cam said and before you could open your door for yourself, it was locked. You blinked as Cam put his hand on the door and unlocked it.

"Hey! You locked your doors last second didnt you?" You chuckled as Cam looked around awkwardly before giving a goofy smile. "Maybe?" Cam chuckled as he opened the door for you.

He didn't want you to open your own door. As independent woman as you were, Mr. Cam Cameron over here wanted to treat you like a princess. You thanked him for opening the door for you even if it wasn't necessary. It did make you blush.

You buckled your seatbelt as Cam got into his seat and started the car. You and him started to pull out of the driveway as he looked over at you for a second before looking away and smiling.

You smiled as you kept your hands on your lap. You wanted to hold his hand already but knew you should wait and not do that just yet. Cam started to drive. Honestly you didn't know what your first location would be.

"So, what are we going to do first?" You asked as Cam was focused on the road. He had a bewildered look which made you think that he didn't know what he wanted to do with you today.

You and him had just saw each other yesterday again after all and gotten each other's numbers and you don't know how much one another had changed.

"I'm not sure what should we do?" Cam asked awkwardly as you were also feeling a bit awkward yourself since you didn't want to do anything that he didn't. You played with your hands before something popped up in your mind.

"Well why don't we go to the boardwalk? There's this ice cream cart that I always go to with Jere, Connie, Belly and Steven every summer I've been here in Cousins." I smiled as Cam gasped as if overreacting in a good way.

"Then that's our first stop." Cam said as he started making his way to the boardwalk parking. You smiled as you looked out the window. You had your hands out of your lap now, but most of the car ride was full of silence with the music that Cam was playing on the radio. You could feel the awkwardness but tried not to let it get to you too much.

Before you knew it, that silence was gone in a matter of minutes because you made it to the docs. Everything was so close by after all which was nice. Cam found a parking spot and soon turned off the car. He looked over to you.

"Are you ready?" Cam asked as you quickly looked at him since you were looking away, "Oh! yeah yeah I'm ready!" You smiled as you took your seatbelt off and stepped out of the car. You were lost in your thoughts since you didn't know how to make this the perfect date.

This was kind of your first date after all. You didn't like anyone else really after Cam and you separated in middle school. Cam locked his car and held his hand out to you.

You looked down at his hand before you smiled up at him and took his hand gently. Your fingers intertwined with one another's.

"Well..I grabbed your hand because I was supposed to lead the way but then I realized that I don't really know where to go-" Cam said which made you giggle because of his silliness. You nodded.

"Well then I guess I'm the lead now, Mr. opened my door for me and thank you." You teased as Cam seemed to laugh quietly as you led the way.

You two were basically teasing and flirting with each other at the same time. He was holding your hand just like he did in elementary school and you loved it. It made your heart skip a beat somewhat and it felt so nice.

Though there was still some awkwardness between you two, it was common since it was your first date.

You led Cam to the ice cream cart that was on the boardwalk. It was always sunny on the Cousins beach, and you were glad for that because it was beautiful and felt nice getting all of that vitamin D.

You spotted the ice cream cart and grinned as you pointed it out to Cam, showing it off and giving it all the glory that it needs. Cam nodded in approval before heading over to the ice cream cart with you.

Cam and you ended up getting a banana split together and you showed it off to Cam, but it seemed that he didn't want to share.

"Huh? You sure? It'll be nicer if we shared it," You suggested. Cam seemed to think about it for a bit before shaking his head.

"You should have it for yourself. I can get myself one," Cam said before getting himself one. You blinked and didn't think too much about it for now, thinking that Cam was too shy about sharing a banana split with you.

Thankfully there were some metal chairs on the boardwalk, and you both took the chance to sit with each other. Cam let go of your hand as you two put your banana splits on the little metal table as well.

As you two sat there, you chatted and started to catch up on one another's life.

"It felt nice seeing you on that beach again." You said as you took a bite. Cam agreed as he had a smile on his lips as he stared at you. You smiled back.

"I don't usually like going to those parties if I'm being honest," Cam said in a soft spoken manner. "I don't drink but I know so many people there that I was basically-"

"Peer pressured." You said as you laughed softly at Cam's reaction since you finished his sentence for him. "That's okay, you don't need to drink, same here with me. Who cares if you don't drink? Doesn't make you any less cool." You said.

Cam seemed to take note of that in a good way. He was actually taken aback that you didn't drink since most of the teens in Cousins during late night parties like those on the beach wouldn't hesitate to underage drink.

You laughed softly when Cam just took some more of his banana split, not minding of how shy he was being around you.

"I've only ever talked to my mom's friend's sons and daughter whenever I come down here every summer." You mentioned.

"That's a real tongue twister- mom's friend's sons and daughter." Cam repeated teasingly as you laughed when Cam did. It felt so simple to talk to Cam in the sun.

You missed having other friends outside of the Cousin's house. Though you wouldn't say that you could have it any other way, you were just glad that you encountered someone you hadn't seen in so long.

"There's so much to catch up on definitely," Cam said. "We just need to figure out where to start." Cam said but as soon as we could start on a new topic, You and him finished the banana splits you had.

Cam and you threw away the containers in the trash before you grabbed his hand. He seemed a bit more tense since you were in a public area. Cam still reciprocated your hold and held your hand back.

"I'm actually remembering something right now." Cam said as he swung your arm with his as you two walked. "There was a haiku you did and it was silly," Cam said as your mouth went agape.

"How do you even remember that-" "I'm not sure but I just remember when you cried about it to me. When was it..oh 6th grade." You frowned as Cam shook his head.

"What- what don't look at me like that" Cam said quickly as you grabbed Cam's ear gently, wiggling it around. Cam squirmed a bit as he tried to get you to let go but you were making him laugh.

Cam's laugh always made your heart melt. Even in elementary school but it seemed that he was doing the exact same thing to you right now.

"You remember some of the smallest things about me." You whispered as you let go of his ear after apologizing for pulling and tugging on it for so long. You felt your heart seem to ache at that thought.

You were friends with all of the family friends but still even if you got close to them, you never felt a romantic attachment to any of them. You realized now just how much Cam had impacted your life just as much as they did.

Cam nodded. "Of course I do," Cam said. "i've been working on this new boat..and I remember in elementary school just how much I liked talking about sea animals a lot."

"Especially whales," You laughed as the two of you stopped. You had your elbows propped up as you stared at the beach, kids, family members and friends out there having fun.

"I remember a lot about elementary school," Cam joined you as your shoulders were touching as the two of you talked. Simple days like these were enough for you.

"I think it's mainly because of you. I met you at a really young age and when I couldn't find you again, well that made me sad," Cam said with a hint of a small joking tone.

Your eyes softened as you thought back to elementary. You two were always partners that it was hard to separate the two of you sometimes. The teachers you had together would always find a way to get you partner with someone else.

"Remember when the teachers started getting tired of us always finding a way to always be next to each other?" You said as you pointed up as if more ideas were flooding into your mind.

Cam's mouth opened as he nodded with an obvious smile building up. "Yeah it was hard though to separate us." Cam said as he did the same thing you were doing, looking back and forth before actually pointing his finger up the same way you did.

"Are you copying me right now Cam Cameron?" You teased as you poked the finger that he was pointing up with yours.

"Hey only Jeremiah calls me Cam Cameron- how did you hear about that?" Cam asked as you looked like you were thinking for a short while before coming up with an answer.

"Well I live with them, and you're wrong Jeremiah calls you that but everyone else in the house calls you that too." You stated as Cam seemed to playfully nudge you gently. You leaned in and chuckled.

You two were close enough to one another to see how long his eye lashes were up close. You were laughing and smiling but then that seemed to die down when Cam caught on to how close you two were.

Inches apart it seemed. You looked at Cam as you were leaning on the edge. Now public affection wasn't your thing but of course holding hands was okay.

Cam stared into your eyes as you stared at his. The day was just starting and it seemed that the two of you already wanted to kiss. This wasn't the same as elementary school, no definitely not.

You saw all of the attractive parts of Cam. The handsomeness, the kindness and consideration. The awkwardness and nerdiness he had as a future marine biologist.

You saw how easy it was to talk to him. How easy he caught on to your body language as if none of you never separated for a few years in the first place.

"Is it too fast?" You asked yourself but didn't mean to ask it out loud.

"What is?" Cam asked softly, as if asking you and only you. No one else was meant to hear it. Just you. You blinked when he responded to your question before you covered your mouth immediately.

"Did I say that out loud?" You asked Cam as he nodded. You blushed deeply, wondering what else you said out loud.

"What is?" Cam asked again, persistent and wanting an answer. You could feel your heart and chest seeming to tighten at the same time. Wanting to answer his question like it was easy for you to do but it wasn't.

You looked around before Cam grabbed your cheek gently. You knew that you shouldn't be worried about seeing anyone you knew in public. You wondered why the world seemed to get smaller.

It was just you two. Cam wanted you to look at him. Cam wasn't hesitant of touching you because he knew he could comfortable around you. Knowing that around everyone else he was known as the awkward boy who didn't have a girlfriend. Let alone ever had one.

You slowly looked back at Cam as you stood up straight. He still had his hand on your cheek as he stared down at you. He was somewhat taller than you after all. You were short and easy to miss sometimes.

You gulped gently, as if not ready to say the words that were going to come out of your mouth but you closed your eyes before opening them 5 seconds after.

"Is it too fast? To kiss you right now?" You asked before rambling on about everything in your mind. "I haven't liked anyone else other than you and when I saw you again- gosh your timing is too perfect for some reason." You pulled away from Cam as you started pacing around, explaining everything to him.

"You just appeared out of nowhere and all I remember is you in elementary school but then again remembering how I wanted to talk to you even past elementary but we didn't have any phones because we were what like 10? I'm not sure-" You continued to ramble as you played with your hands.

"But why is it so easy to talk to you-" "Y/N-" "It's just like we never even left each other for a few years and then suddenly appeared in front of each other it's like we've known each other our whole life but I know that isn't true there's so much more,"

"Y/N" Cam called out gently as he held your hand. You looked at him, stopping your pacing as you calmed down from you rambling high.

Cam loosely held your hand as you looked down, feeling a bit ashamed and embarrassed because you had rambled and didn't catch yourself until now.

"We seem to talk about the same thing over and over again." You whispered as you held Cam's hand gently back, intertwining your fingers together.

"The Cam I know from elementary never changed." You said as you looked up at him, his facial expression obviously showing that he felt the same way you did.

"But I want to know the Cam from now too. The guy known as Cam Cameron. The guy who now goes to parties? The guy who makes friends now and is somewhat popular." You said, laughing in between because of how happy you felt saying all of that.

Cam seemed to laugh too shyly as he nodded along with everything that you were saying. He was listening to all of it. Listening to the way you talked about him in front of him.

"I wanna know everything about you that's why I asked if it was too fast." You said as Cam leaned his forehead gently on yours. You continued to talk though as you focused on him.

"I want to," "I get it Y/N" Cam whispered gently as he still stared at you even with your eyes closed, having you so relaxed. He held your waist gently but shyly.

You opened your eyes as his eyes were now the ones that were closed. "You do?" You asked unsurely, because you weren't sure if all you were saying was too much. Especially when you saw each other just yesterday.

"Of course," Cam said before making a 'psssh' noise. "I get you the way you get me. You were my elementary wife. Still could be." Cam said which made you shake your head.

"No no Belly mentioned that to me while I was getting ready this morning- we played pretend too much!" You said, as Cam tried his hardest to hold back his laugh.

"Is it okay?" Cam asked as he cupped your cheeks slowly, moving his hands away from your waist, holding your face gently. You were wondering what he meant as your eyebrows seemed to show that you were confused.

Cam caught on quickly. "I don't want to say it- I think-" Cam said before putting his finger on his lip, as if showing that he wanted to kiss you.

You looked at his lips before your eyes widened in embarrassment. Again, awkwardness but in a cute way. "Yes! Yes of course! Why didn't you just ask!" You said as you held onto his shirt.

"I couldn't just ask- I was waiting for you to ask," Cam said as he felt his body shiver because all of his nerves were hitting him. You giggled gently.

Cam wasted no time though and kissed you. His lips were placed onto yours gently, the same with yours. Cam pulled away gently, his eyes opening as they hit yours as well.

You nudged your nose onto Cam's gently, a soft smile on your lips. Without having to ask, Cam initiated the deeper kiss, cupping your cheeks a bit harder because he wanted to be closer to you.

You were on your tip toes by now as he was kissing you sensationally, seeing the obvious excitement in his kiss with you. Cam's hands gently went down to your waist as he kissed you before he pulled away due to you pulling away first.

You looked around and saw people were staring at you and obviously rooting for you two. You started to freak out as you quickly grabbed Cam's hand.

"Huh? Whoa-!" Cam yelled as you were scurrying away with him, going down to the beach since you were too shy to kiss him in front of people who were obviously watching. You found a log as you sat on it quickly and looked up at Cam.

Cam sat next to you on the log and moved your hair behind your ear. "You could've told me too-" Cam said, talking about them running away since people were watching.

"People were watching- it's like they were telling us to get a room without saying anything obviously." You said, rambling again as Cam chuckled.

"This is more like a beach than it is a room though." Cam said which made you nudge him gently at his comment. As if saying, 'Duh.'

Cam took off his jacket and gently put it on you, not having your arms go through the arm holes. Cam pulled you in gently by his jacket being around you.

He kissed you again gently, as you had your hands on his chest, feeling his heart was beating just as fast as yours. That small jester of him pulling you in by his jacket on you made your heart skip a beat.

Cam was kissing you. Your childhood friend that was reunited with you. Cam pulled away slowly after. You were warm now. You two had just shared a couple of kisses but you wanted to kiss him more.

You leaned against his chest as he let go of the jacket and hugged you tightly, his chin being on your head. He closed his eyes as you closed yours as well.

"Was there anything else you wanted to do today?" Cam said. "We see each other for not even 2 hours today and we kissed." Cam teased with an obvious smile on his face.

You hid your face in his chest as you gently punched him happily. "Well maybe we can go to the arcade?" You asked as you looked up at him, popping out from his chest.

Cam stared down at you and smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

#cam cameron #cameron tsitp #cam cameron x reader #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #xreader #oneshot #fluff

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years ago

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Yandere Moon Knight x Reader

Jake was out on 'business' when he heard a gasp.

He dropped the lifeless body he was holding and turned around, he knew he'd have to kill the person as well, but when he turned around he just saw an innocent girl, surely he couldn't hurt such a sweet thing.

"Now, sweetheart. You think you can be a good girl and keep this quiet for me?" He asked, slowly stalking towards you as you looked at him in fear.

He came closer to you as you looked down the street, he reached forward and gently held your chin and made you look at him.

"Eyes here, sweetheart. Think you can be good for me? No one needs to know about this, he was a very bad man." He whispered gently rubbing his thumb over your chin.

"I won't tell anyone." You whispered as he smiled.

"There's a good girl." He replied before he leant forward, close to your ear.

"And, if you do tell anyone, I'll know. And you know what happens when someone disobeys me? I have to hurt them. Do you understand, little girl?" He whispered as you shut your eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I understand. I won't say anything." You replied making him smile.

"Good girl, go on run home now. Be safe, there's a lot of dangerous men out here." He said before letting you go, you quickly ran away as fast as you could.

Khonshu appeared behind Jake.

"Think she'll be a problem?" Khonshu growled lowly as Jake watched you run into the distance.

"She's a good girl, she won't tell anyone. But, I'll still keep an eye on her."

Whenever Jake wasn't working or hidden away because of Steven and Marc, he liked to check up on you.

There was something about you that made him just a little addicted to you.

One day when you were heading home from work he stopped you in a quiet street.

It had been two weeks since he'd met you.

"I see you haven't disobeyed me." He said as you looked up at him in shock.

He tilted his head a little and noticed you were crying.

"I didn't tell anyone I promise." You whispered as he moved forward.

He held your chin again and looked into your eyes.

"What are those tears for, sweetheart?" He asked softly as you looked at him.

"It's okay, I got fired that's all." You replied as he looked down at you.

"Now who would be so insane to fire a good girl like you?" He asked as you chuckled a little.

"I'm just really clumsy, that's all." You muttered as you chuckled a little.

He made note of how easy you told him everything, which probably meant you didn't have many people in your life.

"Why don't I walk you home?" He offered as you looked at him.

"It's okay, I can walk home alone." You said before he chuckled softly.

"Come on, sweetheart." He said hooking his arm onto yours, you got the feeling it wasn't quite a request anymore.

"So, what's your plan from here, darling. Find another job?" He asked as you walked along with his.

"Yeah, I guess. I hate this whole job thing, sometimes I wish I could just write and I wouldn't have to take all these shitty jobs." You muttered as Jake smirked and got a wicked idea in his mind.

He stopped, causing you to stop beside him.

"Well, what if I can give that to you, sweetheart?" He said as you looked at him in shock, knowing what was happening.

"You don't have to, I really should be going." You said as you tried to escape his grip but he held onto you tighter.

"Come on, little girl. Don't try to run from me, not when I'm trying to give you what you want. Don't you want to be taken care of? Not have to work?" He whispered as he held his hand up and held onto your cheek.

"Don't lie to me, babygirl." He whispered as he pressed you against a glass window on the side of the street.

He smile as his other hand rested on your hip.

"I'm scared..." You whispered as he smiled and rubbed your hip softly.

"Don't be afraid, darling. I'm going to take such good care of you." He whispered as you felt a sharp prick in your hip.

"It's okay, my sweet girl." He whispered as your body began to feel heavy.

"Please, don't hurt me." You whispered as your eyes began to close.

"I would never hurt you, darling."

"Jake! What the fuck!" You heard a voice shout as you groaned, you sat up and looked around seeing you were in a bed.

You looked up to see the man from before but he looked different.

"What the hell did you do to me?" You growled about to get up but you realised there was a restraint around your leg.

"Fuck." Marc grumbled as he approached you carefully.

"It's okay, you've got nothing to be scared of. We won't hurt you." He said as you looked at him with fear and anger.

"What the fuck is going on!? Why do you have an American accent now?" You asked making him sigh.

"You met Jake, I'm Marc and there's another one called Steven." He said as you looked at him in confusing.

"I still don't understand." You whispered before he sat on the edge of the bed.

"We all share this body. We didn't know about what was happening with you and Jake." He replied as you just stared at him.

"I know I saw him do something bad but I haven't told anyone! You don't need to keep me here!" You shouted in a panic as Marc looked at you sadly.

"We have a lot of enemies, love. Enemies that have probably caught on to Jake watching you the last two weeks. If I let you go, you might run into trouble. We have a lot of enemies, enemies that would hurt you. You don't want that do you?" He asked, reaching forward to brush his hand through your hair.

"I have a life I have to live." You muttered as he ran the back of his hand down your jawline.

"Is it really worth going back to? No job, no friends and no one to care for you? Do you really want to return to that Y/N?" He asked as you still stared at him.

"How do you know my name?" You whispered making him chuckle softly.

"Because you're still wearing your name badge." He replied as you looked down, you'd forgotten you were still in your work uniform.

"How about this? You go take a shower, I'll get you some spare clothes and you think about all of this. Does that sound good?" He asked as you sighed a little and nodded.

"Okay." You whispered as he smiled.

"Good girl, the bathrooms just down the hall." He said as you stood up and made your way to the bathroom.

Marc got together some of his old clothes, that were a little smaller but would still be huge.

When you were finished in the shower Marc handed you the spare clothes.

"This will do for the moment, but we can go by your apartment and get whatever else you need." He said before you got changed and stepped out.

"What if I say no to staying?" You muttered as he looked at you.

He could feel himself getting addicted to you now as well, seeing you standing there fresh from the shower in his clothes was doing things to him.

"Well, that would be okay. But, would you really be okay going back to your tiny unsafe apartment, freezing in the winter, trying to find a job where you're treated with no respect?" He asked as you crossed your arms and thought for a moment.

"So, you want me to just be your trophy wife or something?" You muttered as he chuckled a little.

He grabbed your hand gently and brought you to the couch.

"I guess it could be considered that. I'm a quite wealthy, love. I could take care of everything for you. All I need from you is to listen to me and do what I ask." He said you looked at him in suspicion.

"So, I'll be your whore." You said making him chuckle again.

"No, love. I'm not going to force you into sex, we aren't that evil." He said as you nodded a little.

"Isn't it selfish if I do this..." You muttered as he looked at you in confusion.

He grabbed your waist and menuvered you onto his lap so you were straddling his thighs.

"Why would it be selfish, darling?" He asked, his hands resting on your hips as you looked down at him.

"Wouldn't it be selfish to expect yiu to just take care of me?" You whispered making him chuckle softly.

"You're such a sweet girl. No, it's not selfish because we want to do this for you." Marc replied as you nodded a little.

"I-I'll stay." You whispered making him smile, his face change a little and you noticed it was Jake now.

He smiled and ran his hands up your thighs.

"See, love? I knew you were a good girl." He whispered as you smiled a little and looked down at him.

He tangled his hand into your hand and slowly pulled you forward into a kiss.

"We'll take such good care of you."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Yandere #Yandere moon knight #Marc Spector x reader #Jake lockley x reader

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insert-something-funy-here · 2 months ago

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IT HAS BEEN REQUESTED I YAP THE DETAILS AB BIGRAFTS DESING FOR THE AU SO GATHER ROUND

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR FUTURE WRITING AND POSSIBLY MORE ANIMATION AFTER WHAT'S IN THE WORKS NOW)

Okay so! For a bit of context I headcannon that all the Biografts have a sorta shared network/server they all share data from n stuff (like a kinda hivemind kinda not)! THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR LATER

At the end of the animation, biografts lighting will turn to match the color of medkits crystal! I plan to make this individual Biograft leave Blackrock and fully cut himself of from that network (along with doing a couple other things). Because before Medkit and Biograft get a chance to leave together, Subspace intercepts them and is like, "wonderful job my creation!!" Pretty much reveals he was letting Biograft's sentience develop to get to Medkit, and tells Biograft to come back (think of the scene from Steven Universe where White Diamond is like, "As for this latest little game of yours, thank the stars its over. Did you have fun, did you get all out of your system? Good, good, everyone is so relived, welcome home Pink.")

But Biograft doesn't return to Subspace which upsets him, so he goes temporarily shut him down, so as a last resort he fully disconnects from the network and deletes the kill switches and backdoor n stuff within himself (if he tried to do so while connected to the network it'd take to long to do bc he'd have to go through a bunch of extra code and it'd take way longer to save such a big change). Insert some cool fighting I have to figure out how to write and draw, and the two escape successfully. This specific biograft joins the lost temple, I'm still debating on if he would be allowed in the cult or not, I think Scythe would have mixed feelings but overall be leaning against it, and I think Broker would be chillin.

It's about now that Biograft upsycles his weapons and adjusts his horns, not wanting to be mistaken for his non-sentient counterparts, and also kinda out of defiance towards Subspace. His staff/polearm is literally his sword but put together, lol.

Anyway, not related to the design, but I feel like it'd be funny to have Scythe help him learn his new weapon (or he just analyzes how she uses her scythe and copies some things and she notices). I also this it'd be funny that when he actually gets a chance to sit down and actually process everything that's taken place, it ends up being Scythe he does this with. Cus like at this point he's putting the pieces together, but Scythe just full on slaps in the face with the truth he's been hesitant towards acknowledging and is just like, "you went through all of this because you care about him," and they have some silly back and forth, and that conversation leads Scythe to let Biograft stick around.

ANYWAY, YAPPING OVER LOL!!!

THANKS @monomanspamreblog FOR REQUESTING THIS LOL

#phighting!#phighting roblox #roblox phighting #phighting subspace #subspace phighting #medkit phighting #subspace t mine #phighting medkit #phighting biograft #biograft phighting #scythe phighting #phighting scythe #phighting au #broker phighting #phighting broker #phight or phlight

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madlittlecriminal · 1 year ago

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Omg I haven’t seen anyone do this but comes you write something about how Steven would react to finding out you’re pregnant? And how he helps you throughout it and everything? :)

Unexpected ☾ Steven Grant × Pregnant!Female!Reader [headcanons]

this ended up being headcanons...

Warnings: mention of marc & randall

You were nervous to say the least.

You didn't know how to tell him that you were pregnant

Part of you knew he would accept

But the other part of you was nervous

When he got home from work, you asked him to sit down

Then when he did, you gave him the news.

To say Steven was happy was an understatement

He pulled you into his arms and hugged you

"We're going to be parents!"

Your heart leaped out of your chest.

You were happy he took it so well.

Every morning, he'd be with you when you'd run to the bathroom because of morning sickness

He'd pick up your prenatal vitamins from the pharmacy so you could relax

He didn't treat you like a porcelain doll though

If you wanted to go do groceries alone, he'd let you

If you could carry something, he'd make sure it wasn't too heavy

When your stomach grew bigger, he'd take time out of his day to pick up your belly for you, letting you relax in his arms

He'd read Egyptian Mythology children's books to your bump

He would make sure to rub your feet if they were aching

He'd attend every appointment with you, not caring if he'd have to miss a tour or two at the museum for you and your baby

You both decided to keep the gender a surprise

Steven was a bit antsy since he was thinking of baby names

He thought if your baby was a boy, maybe he'd talk to Marc about naming him Randall or he'd talk to you about naming him after an Egyptian God

If your baby was a girl, he'd talk to you about naming her after an Egyptian Goddess.

You'd smile and tell him you'd both know when you'd see the baby

But also said it was a good idea to talk to Marc about using Randall's name

He'd also get a head start on baby-proofing the apartment

There was a lot of cuddling involved for your comfort

Steven being Steven, he'd talk to your belly before you'd even start showing

When the baby would start kicking, he'd tell them not to kick too hard

In response, they'd kick again, making you and Steven laugh

Steven loved feeling your baby's movements

He told you he had a feeling the baby loved him from how they responded to his touches

You told it was probably because the baby knew you felt safe

Steven would go on a frenzy buying blankets and clothing that were gender neutral from white, brown, gray, green, yellow, etc.

He told you even if you both knew the gender, he'd still get them gender neutral clothing because pink and blue was overrated

You'd laugh but agreed with him.

You couldn't have asked for a better man than Steven to be the father of your child

He was the best boyfriend you could ask for anyway

Then the way he felt about you, made your heart flutter

"I'm glad I can be a dad with you, love. You'll be the best mother in the world."

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #moon knight #moon knight x reader #mister knight #mr knight #marvel #mcu #marvel universe #asks #ask #anon asks #anonymous asks #anonymous

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drifloonz · 1 year ago

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hellooo. Can I ask for some dad steven headcannons?

i've been ignoring too many of my requests SOOO yes!! you may :)

dad steven headcanons!!

these are long sorry. or not sorry. whichever works. smile

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♡ ok first of all. if this man impregnates you or anyone uh. he'll either be really into the idea or really fucking scared. usually a mixture of both. nervous and very anxious excitement.

♡ like he's always wanted children but in the state he's in now, he has always seen it as something unachievable for him nowadays

♡ who's getting pregnant? YOU decide!!!!!

♡ alternatively adoption exists which yeah that works too

♡ presumably, if this is a scenario where he's dating someone either the reader or like someone else, then PRESUMABLY he's gotten his life at least a little back together enough to clean his house a bit and clean Himself up a bit and generally just take care of himself and his surroundings more to be liveable enough for him, you, and presumably a child.

♡ single father steven is also very good. either or. but if he's a single father and a baby just drops in front of his doorstep he would take it but panic really hard ( he may at the dead of night fly to some adoption center and hope to god they take this random child... but he's also deathly scared of bad things happening especially w. waves hands at his whole story. so he might be too overprotective already to do that. )

♡ either way into actual dad hcs

♡ he used to babysit a shitton when he was younger, mostly with red and blue, so he's got the skillset for it. and he's also used to wanting to be a good rolemodel! it's just that these skills are so tucked away after the Depression Spiral that it's hard to get him back, but he definitely tries - for his child.

♡ honest to god if you asked him to name his child he'd either make an entirely new name or, because he's unoriginal and had a whole spiral over it, would name her miki or something very similar if she's a girl.

♡ welcome to the world Cool Charizard ( legal name ) /j

♡ ... it'd also be funny if whenever he has a child its always Girl because . yea. yea. Narrative curse.

♡ either way they basically don't have access to the internet bc i don't think steven even has that shit because he's poor as hell. at most he has phone data somehow that he probably isn't paying for. somehow.

♡ maybe his rent gets paid for him bc he was champion once idfk /j

♡ i thnik people are just too scared to properly enter his house and tell him to pay taxes and or rent he just gets to keep his shitty bigass house for free

♡ also it would be weird considering i think that the entirety of kanto tried to sweep him and his whole situation under the rug BUT THATS UNRELATED. SO!!!

♡ basically his kid is not an ipad baby thank god.

♡ even if his partner has one he's going to be like. vaguely scared of technology and also thinks itd be a really bad idea ( it is ) to just raise their child on that shit. the baby gets one cocomelon video a week /j

♡ thank god he probably still has his tv's that somehow still work so he just will let them watch baby shows in the living room sometimes instead of fucking cocomelon . thatd be horrendous.

♡ sometimes watches kids shows with his kid in his lap or next to him. usually falls asleep pretty quick into doing that

♡ he DOES tuck them in goodnight.. sometimes tells them stories.

♡ steven is really really really really overprotective over his child/ ESPECIALLY if it's like. straight up his child with you or whatever. that was a labor of LOVE!!! this also means he loves them very much but he's very dodgy with them going outside and whatnot. at least without his supervision.

♡ he'll be silly for his child and his child only. he'll make funny faces for them to giggle at and things like that and try to do fun things w his lil baby. etc etc. it's very cute to look at but if you use it against him he's going to glare at you really hard and squint judgementally

♡ honest to god i've said this so often to my friends . steven is ABSOLUTELY the type of guy to accidentally drop his baby while trying to hold them or throw them into the air a little and go "Oh shit. Sorry". brad lisa the painfulcore type dad except like less morally neutral bc his situation isnt the same

♡ lets the baby nap in with him a lot. sometimes you can walk into his bedroom and see him with all of his long ass hair splayed out on the bed and the baby also splayed out on the bed ... stevens gotta get his beautysleep!!! so does his kid!!!

♡ stevens really not sure whether to keep miki ( the charizard ) a secret from his child or not. because he knows that like. miki wouldn't hurt his baby almost definitely but he's still kind of scared of the possibility of either of them hurting one another accidentally or not... so at least until theyre older miki's probably a thing he tries not to mention.

♡ in general he also tries to not talk about himself or his past at all to his kid. he doesn't want them to know the ugly sides of himself.

♡ he just pretends he's a normal guy. if they somehow find out otherwise he'll either sigh deeply and tell them the truth, likely as some sort of life lesson to them ( either on safety, cautiousness, boundaries and trust w the trading incident or 'Hey if this happens to you maybe don't do what i did' but im not sure if he's self-aware enough to think of him as in the wrong entirely in that situation ), or he'll just say "must be a different guy" ( they look exactly the same in photos other than how disgruntled steven is now ... )

♡ he absolutely has a baby carrier. i think he always has wanted to carry a baby like that bc he thinks its all cute and funny. he probably smiles at you when you look at him wearing that with your little googoo in it. it looks so odd on him that it's kind of funny

♡ steven is absolutely a dilf tbqh... imagine dadbod steven NOW.

♡ sorry for sidetracking so much. anyways, he's the type of dude who OVERprepares. like MONTHS in advance, he's already buying a shitton of baby clothes, food, bottles, various furniture, etc. how is he buying these? well. either with your money or he's stealing that shit. or he somehow actually has money now. he might've mugged the various people who try to sneak into his house and 'mysteriously' die. who knows. It's a living! Kind of..????

♡ due to his general aversion of society he's kind of torn over wanting to go to a hospital or just doing it in a tub or something if its a situation where he has a partner. i think ultimately he'd do it in a hospital, despite his fear of people, because he's really scared of something going wrong. he'll wait with like. bated breath. scared as hell.

♡ he will cry the second that baby is in his arms. 100%. trust me. like. silently, probably - at least for the first few seconds. but theres a lot of tears. and a smile.

♡ he hums little lullabies to his baby and will gently move them back and forth... while the babies probably chewing at his hair a little.

♡ also yes he lets the baby play with his hair... his hair is that childs stimtoy ( whatever this means )

♡ s!3v3n is also surprisingly calm and good to the baby. the baby would either be fucking terrified of s!3v3n's face or think its silly and laugh at it. s!3v3n particularly likes to make silly faces where his tongue sticks out real far ( he can just do that when hes like that dw abt it ) and he goes crosseyed

♡ =P =D => <- s!3v3n making silly faces for a baby ( pov )

♡ ok this has all mostly been pregnancy and baby hcs. actual kid hcs uhhh... he probably really wants to homeschool his kid bc hes very overprotective but if you talked him into it he'd reluctantly put them in Actual Public School so they can have like. a social life. lol. bc otherwise theyd be EXTREMELY fucking isolated considering stevens been vanquished to Pallet Town's Shadow Realm ( aka pallet town 'A little to the west guarded by rocks and past the forest' edition ) and steven really doesnt want them to be lonely bc it sucks and hes been isolating himself for most of his life at this point so he knows it sucks

♡ he gets more comfortable going outside. most of kanto has forgotten about him anyways - he just specifically avoids going out to pallet town. if his kid wants to go there and hes not a single dad he'll have his partner do it for him. but he likes to go take walks with them and go to playgrounds. plus, he doesn't even have to whip miki / M' out in the wild grass - pokemon avoid him anyways. lol.

♡ as bittersweet as it is, if his kid wanted to be a pokemon trainer he WOULD have the best tips and tricks on it... he was the undefeated champion and arguably the first ''pokemon master'', whatever that term even means. ( presumably ''trainer champion'' instead of ''probably appointed to be in that position for someone to fight'' champion. like lance. or The Other steven. or smth. )

♡ he'd probably find a way to get his kid a starter... he still lives in kanto and close to pallet town too, so he can pull a silver and like. steal a starter. or he could just send his kid on their way ""without supervision"" ( hes lurking in the forest keeping an eye out just in case ) to ask oak about it

♡ if they pick charmander it is 90x more bittersweet. amen. but i think bulbasaur would be cute too bc its the only starter not picked and not relevant in strangled red + my own personal bulbasaur bias.

♡ although stevens going to tell them not to trade pokemon for obvious reasons - either thru a ''spooky tale'' / urban legend ( that is just his story but he tells it much more vague. like. ''... well i heard sometimes pokemon don't come back out.'' ) or just straight up says some shit like ''yea don't trade pokemon. it's bad.'' without elaborating

♡ regardless. he's still being very overprotective and unless his kid doesnt budge on it hes preferably not letting them go explore the world on their own until theyre like... 13-16

♡ even then. hes usually kind of trailing behind without telling them bc he legitimately has nothing better to do.

♡ ... also if the kid doesnt have a rival , like, no one at school or no one who they meet in their journey, then steven might. like. sigh deeply. get a few pokeballs from god knows where. catch a new team comparable to their kids level range. and be their rival. who is also their dad of mid 20s to early 40s in age. for some reason. people question it but he doesnt care he just wants his kid to have fun

♡ funnier option that i dont think he'd do ( probably ) is he pulls a clavell ( or team rocket ) and acts like a totally different guy when all that changes is his fit and maybe his haircut. except he prob pulls it off well. he'd still be obviously steven but his cap is backwards and his hair is tied up and his little jacket or w/e is around his waist and thats all that changes. his shoes might be untied for the 'stupid kid / teenager' look but then he trips over his feet and ties them bc its not worth the image

♡ alternatively ; its just s!3v3n. thats kind of steven but different right ( JOKING. HE WOULD NOT DO TH

♡ this hypothetical would be way funnier if he regained his entire reputation somehow of being a cool and strong pokemon trainer that he had when he was actually a trainer bc ppl forgot abt champion steven. and hes just like. "Okay. It's a neverending cycle of torment huh." under his breath when his kid cannot hear

♡ if asked for his name in this state hes just like uhh. uhhhhaa,.f uh. uh. stephen... thhhheee. third.

♡ he's probably not doing the thing mike and or blue did where hes the last e4 fight who isnt even an e4 member but is your rival. thats a bit too bittersweet for him. this whole exercise is fun but he doesn't wanna FULLY relive his glory days a year before his awesome trauma spiral. he also may or may not even do the gym leaders for the same reason. hes just a guy who his kid fights sometimes that is classified as a rival by technicality

♡ also yes he still has miki. he always has miki. shes just probably tucked into a bag or smth so ppl dont ask about why he has a cracked fucked up pokeball. she only comes out if his kid is in serious danger and he needs an intimidation tactic, or at worse, a method to quickly harm or kill someone with

♡ eg if a serious evil team situation happened and genuinely harmed his kid or threatened to their asses are not leaving unscathed.

♡ sorry this specific 'fake rival who is also your dad who also used to be the undefeated and first trainer champion of kanto' scenario is extremely fucking funny to me + fun in general. but moving on

♡ type of guy to dress his kid when theyre like a baby who cant think for themself in the stupidest halloween costumes ever. big pumpkin costume. hes about to crack into laughter when he takes a picture of them in it . or a charmander costume . because its steven. ( yes hes in a giant charizard onesie and yes if you make fun of him or his kid hes going to kill you dead

♡ he does go trick or treating w them too. he like. feels normaler on halloween. it was probably one of his favorite holidays even if pallet town was small an he probably got 50% apples and shitty non name brand stuff and 50% actual candy from the neighborhood homes

♡ type of parent whos going to squeeze his kids hand real tight when they get a shot or anything like that

♡ semirelated. hes tall and his hands are big but hes still gunna hold his kids hand everywhere even when theyre older until his kid complains enough ab it being embarrassing.

♡ has to crouch to talk to his fucking kid on eyelevel a lot of the times that his back hurts. like. more than it usually does.

♡ solution; just pick them up and talk to them while they are lifted into the air if theyre ok with it

♡ piggyback rides for his kid. 100000%. hes a piggy back ride type of guy. along with other similar things. would it be called grumpiggyback riding because its pokemon... anyways

♡ i think when his kids older they probably have a lot of inside jokes and steven likes to banter with them a little. playfully. and also likes to make jokes with the most deadpan ass voice bc his kid finds it funny, probably.

♡ stevens never had parents, so being a parent to someone else is... foreign, but also not really? as mentioned he did constantly used to babysit blue and red. and he was overall the teenage childhood role model for many kids in pallet town... but he himself was mostly raised by mike. so. either way, he very much loves kids and taking care of them. so tldr. hes a really good dad.

♡ i have more ideas but if you want any specific dad steven hcs explored jusrt ask me bc i have thoughts on this.

#wispy writes #steven strangled red #steven strangled red x reader #strangled red x reader #<- TECHNICALLY. the reader / his implied partner if he has one is very much not a central focus #headcanons

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Staying Awake

Steven Grant x Reader

Genre: Smut with heavy temperature play

Description: After restless fights with Marc and Jake, Steven goes to great lengths to stay awake to keep the body while he's with you to prove he has what it takes.

It's only been a couple months since Marc and Steven defeated Harrow and later down the line discovered Jake. Since then the three moon boys have been doing alright with their new routine as one.

Jake was clearly stronger than both of them. Most of the time, he just takes the body whenever he wants, but he stopped doing that unless he felt it was an emergency. So most of the time.

Marc's complicated situation with Layla continued to get worse after the discovery of Jake but he's learning to love himself one day at a time and with that becoming more dependent on none other than Steven despite his many anxiety-filled doubts of him.

Steven found himself a new job that he liked almost more than the museum. A local bookshop with the cutest barista he's ever laid eyes on.

Unfortunately, he's not the only one looking.

The two of you instantly clicked, already liking a lot of the same things, but there was something else that just made you gravitate towards Steven. You had already met Jake and Marc a few times by accident at work but you never questioned Steven about it because you figured once you became as close as you wanted to be one day he'd just tell you.

In a matter of weeks after meeting you, the careful routine the three of them put together melted away just by your mere presence. Any chance to flirt with you Jake took and looking at you through Stevens's eyes simply wasn't enough for Marc.

"Can you guys stop taking the body every time y/n is around? You two are making me look bloody plastered at work!" Steven yells at what others would think is his reflection but he knows Jake and Marc are there mocking him.

"Aye perdon puedo evitarlo y/n es tan bonita" Jake says chuckling to himself

"Yes she is very pretty but if you hog the body all the time I'll never figure out if I have a chance with her" Steven says

"Do you really think you have one?" Marc chimes in

"Excuse me?"

"Aqui viene" Jake sighs

"I'm just saying. We both know she was feeling me when we met even if she doesn't want to tell you she knows you don't have a sleeping disorder or whatever you told her" Marc says matter of factly.

"Oh I know she's not feeling you." Steven pushes back

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Hmm we'll see" Marc smirked right at Jake to which Steven angrily walked away from the men's bathroom mirror back into work.

Usually, Steven would just sit back and let them do what they wanted as long as his life wasn't too interrupted but he drew the line at this. He drew the line at you. So he did the only thing he thought would work.

To build his strength in keeping the body to himself he's been trying to stay awake for as long as possible. It was rigorous but he managed for you. After a couple of days, you start to notice. He'll lean on the bookcase for a while longer than usual when double-checking during inventory hour or hum really loudly to keep himself up when business is slow. It was amusing at first. Sometimes he'd catch you laughing at him falling asleep and he'd blush making you blush too until you realize you're still staring and get back to work. Little did you know Marc and Jake were mocking him some more behind the scenes.

More days go by and Steven is still at it. Fed up you make him some hot tea during his break and sit with him. Unprepared for this he just stares at the drink you put in front of him like it'll evaporate if he looks at it long enough. You grew annoyed.

"I swear it's just tea. I didn't put anything in it." He stares longer.

"Steven, please" This snaps him out of it and he picks it up to take a sip. As he drinks Steven makes a pleasing sound with his mouth that you currently can't stop staring at.

"Oh gods this is good" Steven mumbles.

"Thank you it's my favorite drink to make" You put your hand on your cheek and make it look like you leaning so he doesn't see the ever-growing blush on your face. Something about the way he complimented your drink made your insides quiver for a second.

You weren't quick enough though. If his smile was too big he wouldn't be able to hide it in the cup like he was doing right now.

"Que estas esperando? A por ello!" Jake pushed

Steven cleared his throat startling you a little when he abruptly put his cup down.

"Thank you Y/N"

"You're welcome. Do you need anything else?"

"Don't know what I'd do without you, to be honest," He didn't mean to say that out loud but your gobsmacked face didn't help Steven's self-esteem.

"That was weird. Shit, I'm sor-

"Shut up," You leaned over the table to give him a short and sweet kiss on his lips. When you pull away he takes your arm and pulls you back in. His lips taste of the cinnamon you put in his drink, and his hand couldn't be more gentle. You go to pull away again and he lets you this time. The timer in the back goes off so you get up and with a quick glance back at Steven you go back to work as if nothing happened.

"Ella te quiere hermano" Jake says. Steven takes a final sip of the tea you made and got back to work too.

Later on in their flat Steven struggled to stay awake for the sixth night in a row. Nothing was keeping him up. Thoughts of you plagued his mind like what if the timer didn't go off and what would he had done with the remaining time? He imagined himself taking you right there on the table, or against the bookshelf, or if he was lucky back home in his bed. He'd never detach himself from your sweet lips. The first kiss wasn't enough he wanted more. He needed it.

At the thought of you he touched himself letting his eyes flutter shut for just a moment he saw you in his dreams taking his face in your soft and gentle hands as you kissed. His hand gripped himself harder than he was desperately trying to reach completion. He imagined you underneath him in his bed underneath the thin cold layer of sheets taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust chanting his name like an ancient spell. Your legs perfectly wrapped around his waist like a reunited puzzle piece as your hands start to intertwine with his taking you to the edge of bliss.

"Shit," making a mess of himself he opened his eyes but with time his eyes grew heavy and Steven couldn't fight it any more. He fell asleep.

When Steven woke up the first thing he noticed was that the door was unlocked and so was his ankle bracelet. That only meant one thing. He got up as quick as he could to look all over for any other obvious signs Marc or Jake took the body when he was sleeping.

He went to the bathroom noticing a sweet aroma coming from it. No way was it his soap and he didn't own any candles because he was afraid to burn the flat down so what was it? He looked in the shower and everything seemed normal until he saw a pile of unrecognizable clothes behind the toilet. Whose are these?

He picks up the hidden clothes and raise them up to the mirror

"Okay which of you blokes are shagging someone long enough for them to hide their clothes here? Hmm?"

Jake raises his hands up in a "I don't know" motion while Marc starts to smile from ear to ear.

" Wouldn't you like to know"

"I would actually!"

"Kitchen, Steven" Marc points. Still confused, Steven walks over to the kitchen and sees a covered plate waiting for him with a cup of tea and note on the counter.

Thanks for the late invite. As cute as you are asleep I like you better with your eyes open so please eat for me. See you at work - Y/N (***-***-****)

Steven couldn't contain his smile. He was a bit angry at first because that meant Marc had gone against his wishes but if she felt comfortable enough to leave a note means something good right? That still doesn't explain the clothes...

"She spilled some hot water on herself when making the tea for us"

"Us?"

"Relax. She she only likes you Steven."

"For now" making Stevens's smile quickly turn into a frown.

At work, you wore your usual uniform but underneath that long sometimes obnoxious apron is one of Steven's sweatpants that you managed to fit with enough tightening of the strings and an oversized polo that you tied with a scrunchie in the back. None of your other co-workers questioned it so you must have hid it well.

Last night, someone that you thought was Steven called you, and invited you to his flat, only to reveal a sleepy cranky cranky-looking Steven but it was none other than Marc up to no good. You had already met him before but this was the first time he wasn't trying to hide it.

"You came"

"You called"

"So you saved my number"

"I saved Steven's number"

"Cmon we both know I'm not him"

"But he's in there." You pushed him aside and waltzed into his flat like you own the place. His place was as scattered as you thought it be. Books opened in several places, a single chair at the round dining table, a small kitchen with more food than one would think but that's what happens when you're eating for three.

"You don't seem surprised."

"I work in retail. Nothing shocks me anymore." You say flopping yourself on their bed. Marc laughs at you.

Talking was all you did last night but it had gotten too late for you to go home by yourself so you slept there. Marc didn't touch you because despite all the teasing he knew the only one for you was Steven. For now.

Steven walks into work looking very well rested, a smile on his face because he knows when he sees you that you'll be wearing his clothes. He sees the tied shirt behind your back and couldn't hold in his laugh making you spin around with hot coffee in your hand for a customer rather fast.

"Good morning, Steven"

"It sure is Y/N"

"Be right back" You sit the coffee down for the customer and come back to him with your index finger against your lips.

"Stop giggling" You try to sound serious but it just makes it funnier.

"Stop it" The two of you couldn't stop giggling.

Clocking out couldn't come fast enough. You and Steven decided to go back to his flat to get your clothes so you can stop looking ridiculous in his.

You were here just last night but now that it's actually Steven taking you there it feels different almost exhilarating. Keeping him close you hold on to his arm on the bus not caring how it looks because you're no longer at work and just like his arm you want to hold on to this moment forever. Meanwhile, Steven feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest a second time.

Back in his flat Steven takes your clothes out of the dryer and sits them next to you. You sit up reading one of his many books on Egyptian mythology at his dining table. It's getting late and you don't want to leave just yet.

"Here you go! You can change back into your clothes whenever you want." You nod still reading. Maybe if you fall asleep he'll let you stay.

"You know I used to work at the National Art Gallery. I can give you a tour if you like"

"Are you asking me out, Steven Grant?"

"Yes! I mean only if you want to I-" You leaned over again and kissed him. If this wasn't enough then you didn't know what else to do. Steven felt like putty against your lips. He couldn't get enough. Pulling you up completely he kissed you back wrapping your arms around his neck. His brown curls felt so good tangled in your fingers you gave it a soft tug and he groaned in your mouth making your insides quiver the same way they did the other day. He held you by the waist and pulled you closer you started to feel him growing on you. Pleased with yourself you smile as you pull away. His eyes are swirling with lust.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Steven Grant?"

"Oh gods yes" He kisses you pulling you in so close to him that you can't help but feel his full hard-on. Impressed, you moan in his mouth. Backing him up against the bed you gently push him as you rush your shoes and pants off. He looks up at you with that sexy smug smile before going for your hand but you snatch it away.

"Ah ah ah I need you to trust me okay?" He nodded. For a moment you got up, slid the sweatpants off your ankles, and unclipped your bra so all that was left was your panties and technically Stevens T-Shirt. You weren't planning for this to happen so you didn't feel your sexiest but you still wanted to do this and by the looks of Steven he was into it. Biting your lip you backed up into the kitchen

"What are you-

"Wait for me honey" You call out to be met with a childish groan making you giggle. Finding what you were looking for you came back to Steven with a cup full of ice cubes. Confused, Steven sits up but before he can ask why you had them you set the cup on the nightstand assume the position at the foot of his bed and start crawling to him until you straddled him. His brain short-circuited.

The two of you kissed again. He enjoyed the feeling of you slowly grinding on him as you played with his hair taking in the air whenever he gave you a chance. His hands rested on your waist underneath his shirt that you were still wearing although his shirt was long gone. He's more toned than you expected but you're more than okay with that. With every sultry noise that comes out of his mouth you find yourself getting wetter and you know he can feel it because every time you move on top of him a satisfied sigh comes out of his mouth. His lips move down to your neck as his hands start to reach in other places like the sensitive spot on your lower back and your right breast. You can't help but moan out. Your legs starting to feel like putty on either side of him but you can't help how good it finally feels to be with Steven like this.

He takes his hand away from your lower back, reaches for the cup of ice, and takes a cube.

"Why are you-

"Ah ah darling, now I need you to trust me." He says holding up the ice cube to your mouth. His hand tilts your chin up opening your mouth a little to let him slip it in. You hold it there sucking it a little.

"That's it. Good girl," You knew he felt you gushing because his smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He took another piece of the ice and slowly rubbed your waist where his hands had rested. You hadn't noticed how hard he was holding you but a bruise started to form and the ice brought on a pain that didn't hurt but stung a little. You twitched at the cold sensation rubbing against the fresh wound as Steven steadily started to pinch your right nipple. You've never done this before but it felt so good.

"You still got the cube in your mouth love?" You honestly forgot about it but when you went to feel for it it had melted in your mouth. Shit

"Sucked the life out of it didn't you?" You nodded your head

"I'll give you another chance. Don't let it melt okay?" He grabbed another cube and without question you opened your mouth up for him. After he put it in he grabbed another cube and carefully put it between his lips.

"As much as I enjoy you in my shirt love it's coming off." You raise your hands happily for him having an inkling of what he's about to do. Right when he gets the shirt up to your face he leaves it there. You go to take the rest off but as soon as your hands cross Steven's cold hands smack your ass.

"Keep your hands up love" Without another word his ice-cold lips wrap around your nipple while his other hand plays with the other one meanwhile, your face is covered with his shirt that still smells like him. You were intoxicated with him. So good with his hands so good with his lips so good with his

"Ah!" Shit, you dropped the remaining of the ice cube in your mouth when you felt a surprise cube pressed against your covered clit.

"Endure it"

"Steven ~ " Your needy moan made his dick twitch. He couldn't ignore it forever. You're soaking him in your essence and the ice nicely added to that. Desperate for some friction you grind harder onto him making him jolt a bit. Worried you stopped, uncovered your face put the shirt back down in the process, and took his face in your hands. It was silent between you yet your bodies were screaming for each other. Seeing your desperate lust glazed eyes bore into his was the final string that snapped before he let the horny animal within him take over.

He rolled you over as you kissed your hand still planted on his face holding on to it he pulled away from your lips and moved to the ones below. His breath was cool, sending a shiver up your spine as he cooed at you from below. Taking your panties off was no challenge but not staring certainly was.

"You are so beautiful," You smiled down at him not feeling so shy anymore.

"You ready?" He asked holding up a condom.

"Are you?" You sat up a little on your elbows motioning for Steven to come to you.

"Don't be so cheeky" He said as he guided himself in with one more kiss you enjoyed.

"Oh fuck" you both said in unison as Steven went further in your head stretched back holding on for dear life.

All night Steven took his time rocking into you to hear your pleasing hums of approval turn into more approving screams of his name that he knew Marc and Jake could hear. Sometimes you'd get so loud he'd kiss you to drown you out for the sake of his neighbours. The louder you were the more he did it. It became increasingly obvious that kissing turned you on by the way you squeezed him but he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he let you back on top that he completely came undone as you sank yourself down on him and didn't hold back. Shortly after coming for the second time all over Steven, he shot up the condom wishing it was you. This moment had him thinking of things like the future, kids, a house, maybe a dog, and simply enough a family. The two would actually have to go on a date first but he'll cross that London bridge when he gets there.

Blissfully fresh the two of you lay underneath his sheets snuggling. Steven looks over to the now cup of water.

"Love?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you get a cup of ice?"

"Just in case"

"Of what?"

"In case you fell asleep" You giggle up at him but he is not amused. Needless to say, he almost pushed you out of his bed. Worth it.

A/N: I know I'm late for kinktober but I'm catching up! Please be patient with me as I pump some more out to get back on track. Fluff day tomorrow!

#ladyzay #ladyzaymasterlist #15daysofsmut #15 days of smut #kinktober #kinktober2023 #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #moon knight mcu

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