#moonknight requests

[avocadoart]

I love the MK system so Marc Spector giving me a kiss on the cheek or just jake lockley with a kitten

Here you go!! You get a kiss because I can't draw animals!! Also please ignore if he doesn't look like. Him. I used 0 refs for this

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

ALR!!!!!! SO, jealous/mad sex w the moonboys?

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at your service🫡 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

JEALOUS/ MAD SEX WITH THE MOONBOYS

moonboys x female reader (not as the moon system)

warnings. 18+ only!! rough pinv mdni

with marc, I feel like it would after a bad day, and he is in need of a stress reliever. he'd be kinda forceful (ALL CONSENUAL!!) and rough with you, manhandling you a bit. he'd fuck you in doggy, just ploughing and slamming into you from behind - ignoring your muffled cries into the mattress. he'd bruise your ass with slaps and squeezes, marking your waist as he tugs you to meet his ruthless thrusts. butt cheeks slamming against his thighs, balls hitting your clit from behind - all that good shit. he'd also grab onto your hair or behind your neck, using you as leverage as he fucks into you - holding you still to take his fucking. he'd cum first, all over your lower back, completely unaware that you haven't cum. he'd apologise profusely for getting so carried away and would roll you over to kiss you - comforting you. then he would eat you out til you cum on his tongue. he'd chub up again right after, so you'd go again. but more lovingly this time, and you'd talk and kiss as he winds into you. asking him what's on his mind/ bothering him

with steven, im thinking he gets jealous when he sees you talking with a guy in the queue. he'd sit on it all day and would be mopey about it. he wouldn't tell you why he's mad or jealous - he'd wait until the night when you'd have sex. usually, he's not one for games/ messing about, but it made him feel insecure bc the guy was 'better looking' than him (untrue) and he felt inadequate, and that you could do better. you'd be in missionary and he would be really sneaky and mean with it - only giving you the head of his cock, letting you satiate your need on just his tip. he'd edge you for so long, thumbing over your clit with his cock inside, waiting just until you were about to cum then he'd snatch his dick and thumb away - leaving you desperate and frustrated. it would be a much different steven !! he'd realise how much he loves to edge you - how much he enjoys the power of controlling your climax. it would take some good restraint to control his own orgasm but the thought of you with another man would give him that little push to hold off. after he'd talk about what bothered him and you'd reassure him, telling him how you'd never leave him for another man

with jake, im feeling that he gets jealous (?) or mad seeing you getting hit on at the bar. he'd keep it all hidden with his composure, never once exposing how territorial it made him feel. if you were getting hit on and he was beside you ???? he wouldn't get angry at all !! (I feel like he's confident with your relationship so to him it's amusing) he'd join in when the guy is chatting you up, "she is beautiful, isn't she?" he knows you're his, so to him it's like a fun game - kinda pimping you out (bc he knows he can protect you) he'd whisper something in spanish in your ear and he'd walk you away, a hand on the small of your back as you'd giggle. in the car, he'd be all over you and you wouldn't even make it home. he'd fuck you in the car park, in the backseat, you riding him. he'd have his grip around your throat, fucking you down onto him - you'd have your hands around his forearms, using him as stability as he claims you, pounding up into you. he'd mutter how he doesn't share and that you're his, telling you how pretty you are as he just slams his cock up into you. when you'd get home, you'd have another few rounds, nothing able to satiate the carnal feeling

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Can I request something with Jake as the reader is nervous, and she says 'let's talk' and Jake thinks she is breaking up with the system, but she tells him that she's pregnant. Happy ending though pls 😇

~Everything Changes~

Pairing: Moonknight trio (Jake focus) x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: anxieties and brief mentions of childhood traumas

Genre: fluffy af and just a little angst

Summary: You have news for your boyfriends that you do not know how they'll take and your anxieties cause some for them

A/N: This was actually SUCH a cute ask thank you for requesting it I fell in love with the concept immediately, hope you enjoy the result <3

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You sigh to yourself as you dig through your bag for the keys to your apartment. Like always you shout into the apartment once you open the door.

"I'm back darling are y'all home yet?" You ask, flicking on the main light in the living room. The apartment's too quiet for your boyfriends to be back. It looks like you beat the boys home. That's fine, better even, gives you time to sort out the best way to break the news to them. You honestly have no idea how this conversation is going to go, you've been noticeably distracted thinking about it pretty much all day.

You take a few moments to just sit with yourself in the silence of your empty apartment before putting on some music to get dinner started. Something simple, you know Steven had work today but you can never predict who will actually be fronting by the time they get home. If Donna was particularly horrendous on any given day Jake would take over. If something Khonshu related happened usually Marc would be the one shuffling into your shared home. You wonder how that's going to play into it now that things are about to change so drastically. You're not quite done when the door to the apartment clicks open.

"Hi lovelies." You shoot over your shoulder.

"You're home already?" Jake greets you once the door's open.

"Yeah, but I've not been home long."

"Dinner smells great mi vida." Jake kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I've made pasta and chicken. I know you're not particularly fond of vegan dishes." You say.

"Well I like yours cariño, your food doesn't taste awful and bland like what I've mostly seen of vegan food."

"Well I appreciate that sentiment I suppose, but I know you still prefer nonvegan." You chuckle.

"That's true, yes, but I'll probably have both anyway." Jake shrugs.

"Was work particularly bad for Steven today?"

"No actually, that horrid Donna woman was out sick, but I missed you. Steven was with you this morning and Marc was out most of last night. Only fair I get some quality time of my own. We agreed."

"You boys are so silly." You laugh.

"Steven wants you to know it's only you that makes us act that way."

"How cute." You muse.

"Yeah he's quite the sweet talker. How was your day?"

"It was fine, I worked through most of the morning and then I had some errands to run." You shrug.

"What sort of errands?"

"A little of this a little of that, some shopping, some dropping off of things, meeting people." You say vaguely. "Dinner's about done, can you grab some plates and forks?"

"Of course." Jake joins you in the kitchen getting plates and utensils while you turn off the oven and the stove. You pull the chicken out of the oven and Jake grabs one and drops it on his plate before you've even put the tray down.

"It's hot Jake be careful!" You warn him as you spoon pasta onto your own plate.

"No worries muñequita, I'll be fine." Jake winks.

"You all always eat like you haven't had any food all day." You shake your head taking a seat on the couch. Jake scoops pasta onto his plate and joins you as you pick something to watch.

"Your food is too good to not." He says. You roll your eyes at him but you don't bother to respond as you start eating. Both of you are pretty quiet through dinner, mostly discussing the show you've chosen to watch through dinner. You still have to talk to them but the words keep getting stuck in your throat. You wish you weren't so worried but this could easily go very wrong. When Jake finishes his meal he stands and kisses your cheek.

"I'll take care of the dishes and then I'm going to hop in the shower." Jake tells you, taking your empty plate from the table.

"Alright." You nod. Okay y/n suck it up, you can't put it off forever. "When you're finished darling we, need to talk." You announce before you can talk yourself out of it again.

"That- sounds ominous. Is everything okay? Should I hold off on the dishes?" 

"No no, you can finish up it's not- urgent." You tell him. Jake washes his hands and turns off the sink.

"What's this about cariño?" Jake asks walking over to you as he dries his hands.

"I have something to tell you- but I'm not sure how you'll react to it." You tell him when he sits beside you.

"You're breaking up with us, aren't you? We should've known this would happen eventually. I warned them you'd grow tired of us. We've exhausted our good fortune I guess- it was only a matter of time before you realized we didn't deserve-"

"Enough. Jake!" You blink at him utterly stunned by his line of thinking.

"You don't have to-"

"Whatever you're about to say, stop because I'm not breaking up with you and I cannot believe you think I'd grow tired of you. How could you sit here and say you don't deserve me or what we have or- Jake, I love you, all of you, with everything that I am. I can't believe that you still doubt that." You shake your head.

"Y/n no one has ever stuck around. Steven is idealistic and Marc is hopeful, if the other shoe drops one of us has to be able to hold it together for all of us I can't-"

"Jake. There is no other shoe to drop. I am not breaking up with you. I'm not tired of you or giving up on us, I don't think you undeserving of the love I have for you. Other people not loving you is not your fault." You tell him gently, grabbing his face in your hands.

"I do want to believe you but it's not easy to unlearn years of trauma plus what else could you possibly have to tell us that you think we'll take poorly?"

"Jake I'm pregnant." You say. Jake's eyes snap up to yours, wide with shock but you can't pinpoint the secondary emotion swirling in them.

"What?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I'm pregnant. I was at the doctor today about it, we- could have a baby." You say gently, placing a hand on your stomach. You're only a couple of months along so, if they really were against the idea, terminating the pregnancy is still an option but you're not sure you could go through that and be okay after.

"We're going to be parents?" He asks.

"I know we haven't really talked about kids but-" Jake leaps off the couch before you can finish your thought. As if the news only just clicked in his brain he's suddenly whooping loudly. He even pulls you off of the couch with him.

"We're having a child? You're serious?" He scans your face as he waits for your answer.

"Yeah." You nod.

"You're not leaving." He shakes his head.

"No." You answer even though it was less a question and more a confirmation with himself. He pulls you tightly against his chest with a sigh.

"We're having a child muñequita. A child." He says in disbelief. "Do you think we're ready for this?"

"I don't think anyone is ever ready. But we will all figure it out. Together." You say. Jake makes a sound like a snort and you pull away from his embrace with a questioning glance.

"Steven is scolding me for ever daring to think you'd break up with us." Jake tells you with an eye roll.

"Well he's right about that but save the scolding for later sweetheart. Right now let's just- enjoy the thought of this next phase of our lives." You say leaning into Jake's arms again. You had no reason to worry. You knew they would make wonderful dads and it settled your nerves endlessly to hear the joy in Jake's voice over the news. Everything was going to turn out just fine.

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[petertingle-yipyip]

NEVER FELT SO ALONE - MARC SPECTOR

Pairing: Marc x Reader

Word Count: 2,579

Summary (Request): hey!! i just finished moon knight and was wondering if can request a marc spector x reader fic or basically all of the moon knight boys where marc cheats on the reader so she doesnt get hurt and by cheating on her there would be no questions or suspicions coming from the reader n all. (basically same way how marc tries to divorce layla but she ended up finding out the truth in d end) angst with happy ending pls <33

//i don’t like cheating tropes so i didn’t actually have marc cheat and also… marc spector brainrot. love it. him and matty have permanent spaces in my brain//

“He’s been gone too long.” You paced your living room with your phone in your hand.

You were speaking to yourself, of course, given that your boyfriend was out on the town yet again doing God knew what. You knew he kept secrets, he always had. Just getting him to talk about what music he liked or what movies he liked was like pulling teeth. But of course, it wasn’t always like that. There were more goods than bads so you were willing to put up with his distance and fight and poke and prode to get him to tell you something of substance because he knew you.

He loved to hear you talk about your life. Your childhood, family and friends, work. He liked to hear you talk about your favorite shows and books, ranting about what stupid things your beloved fictional characters were doing and how you knew they were smarter than that. He asked you about school and sometimes brought food to your campus if he had time before he disappeared on some job. He’d leave a few hidden notes before he left too - usually under your pillow, in your wallet, and under your favorite bowl. You once found a note between pages of your book, his own anticipation of how far you’d get while he was gone.

Problem this time around was that there were no notes this time. There was no text or voicemail. There was no explanation. Admittedly, it happened sometimes. Sometimes it was so sudden he didn’t have time to let you know anything, but even then, he was never gone that long.

This time around, before he left, you noticed some odd things. You noticed more hushed conversations, hidden phone messages, darting glances, looking over his shoulder. He spoke even less than usual, as if he was building a wall between you two. Looking to put distance. You noticed his phone was being turned off when he left the house and a few times during his absence, you could’ve sworn you’d seen him running into the local museum.

Usually you could shrug off his odd behavior because, overall, Marc Spector was an odd man. You knew his life had been challenging and naturally, it closed him off in some regards. But shutting you out completely, going radio silence at the drop of a hat, that just wasn’t like him.

So you did some digging.

Given his phone was off, you couldn’t track any sort of locations from there. You didn’t know who he worked with when he left, save for one woman named Layla who was often as off grid as he was, so you couldn’t ask anyone. He hardly talked about family and you weren’t even sure he had friends other than you so that was a dead end. The only real starting point you had was that museum.

When your last class ended, you hopped on the crowded bus and headed over. You were welcomed by the man at the front security booth and wandered the vast space. You had to squeeze past tour groups and couples on dates, kids running around with novelty swords and replica headpieces. You squeezed between people until you found a bench that allowed you to breathe, despite the heavy crowd. You hadn’t expected it to be quite as busy and you were so tired. Just as you were about to give up, you saw him.

The spitting image of the man you loved. Only his clothes were different, baggier and plainer. His curls fell across his forehead more and he seemed to hold hismelf shorter than Marc. Maybe it wasn’t him after all.

You sighed to yourself and headed towards the exit, catching a small snippet of his voice. It was softer, tinted with an almost fake accent, with more inflictions than Marc had. You shook your head slightly as you headed out, trying to clear the idea of the doppleganger from your head but the notion seemed to keep you around the museum. You found yourself sitting on the steps outside, near a streetlight so you could try some of the assignment you needed to finish. You hadn’t even realized how long you had been there until your headphones beeped in your ears that their battery was low.

As you were putting the headphones into your bag, you noticed Marc’s doppelganger heading to the nearby bus stop. He noticed you at the same time and made his way over to you, which made your body run hot for a moment.

“Hello.” He smiled slightly. “I, uh- I saw you inside. Can I ask why you’re still out here?”

“Yeah, it looks a little weird, huh?” You laughed, trying to contain the whirlwind of thoughts set off by the man’s voice. It was so strange to hear such a soft, relatively hesitant tone coming from a face that you knew to be much more confident. “I just thought I saw someone I’ve been looking for… Turns out it wasn’t him.”

“Old friend?”

“Boyfriend, actually.”

“Oh…” He nervously wrung his hands and you almost laughed at how out of character that movement seemed. “Wait, why are you looking for your boyfriend?”

“No reason.” You shrugged. “Just thought I saw him.”

“Right… Well, are you alright to get home? It’s not like a… “we’re in a fight and he kicked me out” situation?”

At that, you did laugh.

“I’m alright, thanks.” You shook your head with a smile. “But if you hear about a guy named Marc coming around, tell him Y/N needs to talk to him, yeah?”

“Marc? Uh.. Alright, yeah. Yeah, okay. You said Y/N?”

“Mhmm…”

“Have we…”

Your brows raised while the gears turned in his head. His eyes darted around your face, down to your clothes and back to your eyes while he tried to put the pieces together. He opened his mouth to say something before he shook his head, seemingly confusing himself in the process. 

“You okay over there?” You asked carefully, leaning in slightly for your own examination.

“Yeah, just… I don’t know. Deja vu maybe.”

“Hmm.” You nodded and leaned away. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“Steven.” He tapped the pocket of his jacket and you saw a little pinsized hole for where you assumed his nametag usually sat. “Steven Grant.”

“Cool.” You said simply. But you recognized that name as one of the characters that Marc told you about, from one of the things he used to watch with his brother that turned into their own little roleplaying game. And maybe it was a coincidence but something was strange. “See you around, Steven.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

A few days went by before you saw him again. You had tried going by the museum but he wasn’t there. You even asked the man who watched the cameras and he said that Steven - though he called him by some unrelated name - hadn’t been in since the night you met him. You were at another dead end.

You wandered the streets when you got a vague text with an address. It was an unknown number and the relatively common text style gave you no clues. Automatically you assumed it was Marc from a burner phone. Who else would it have been? With as much of a hurry as you could without drawing extra attention, you made your way to the apartment.

You gave a quick knock to the door and it popped open, seemingly on its own since no one was on the other side to greet you. You wandered the cramped space, finding a bed in the center of a sand circle, books stacked on books on every table, a small trashcan overflowing with crumpled balls of tape, A vast fishtank stood in the middle of the room and you leaned in to see the fish, a small thing missing a fin, and caught glimpse of the man watching you from the other side. His near sudden appearance made you jump and bump your head against the glass.

You mumbled an apology to the fish as he scurried to another corner of the tank and you stood straighter.

“You’re the one who texted me?” You asked simply, not wanting to take a guess if it was Marc or Steven that stood before you.

“Yeah.” He said in the same plain tone and you didn’t catch any accent. It was definitely Marc. “Heard you were looking for me.”

“Wouldn’t have to look if you would’ve told me where you were going or that you were alive, at least.”

“”Yeah... I never meant to worry you.”

“Clearly.” Your brows raised quickly. “Nice place.”

“It’s not mine.”

You made a small noise in your throat before wandering the space a bit more. You peaked through some of the books, finding a book of French poems by a woman who you knew Marc didn’t read. But someone Marc knew and worked with did.

“This Layla’s place?” You asked simply, swallowing the rising bile in your throat.

“Layla?” He asked, arms crossing over his chest but not moving from his spot. “What makes you say that?”

“The French poems.” You said honestly. “Not to mention all the Egyptian stuff, you having a fake accent and working at the museum in the Egypt wing… It’s a lot to do just to be a good partner.”

“Right… Look, about all of that..”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You cut in firmly.

“I’m trying to.”

“No you’re not. You’re avoiding. You’re choosing a piece of what I said rather than the actual important part.”

“This isn’t Layla’s place, okay?” He rolled his eyes slightly.

“So this is your place?”

“Sort of.”

“Sort of.” You repeated with a scoff. “Right. So, what, it belongs to that fake persona I talked to a few nights ago.”

“Fake?”

“Steven. Come on, that accent? And he’s named after that thing you told me from you and your brother… Did you think I was stupid?”

“What do you think is going on?” His brows furrowed.

“Well, I have a couple working theories.” You said with a shrug as you dropped to sit on the edge of the bed. “One is that you’ve been cloned. You know the American government, doing experiments with soldiers and not telling them.”

That one made Marc chuckle.

“Not a clone, baby.” He smirked. “But keep going.”

“Okay, good to know.” You nodded. “Second is that you’re just working.”

“That all?”

“Well there’s the idea that you’re cheating on me but…”

“But what?”

“But if that was true then I’d have to leave your ass and I don’t really want to do that. Which is why you’re gonna tell me right now if that’s the case or not.”

“And who would this mystery woman be?”

“Layla.” You shrugged.

“Layla?” His brows raised incredulously, almost insulted that you would say that.

“You have her favorite poet on your desk, Marc. You two constantly go off on little excavations and jobs. She’s cute, fiery, not afraid of challenge, just your type really. Not to mention, you’ve been pretty close since you met.”

“You know why we met.”

“Yeah but did you ever tell her? I bet she wouldn’t fuck you if she knew you killed her dad.”

“Wow.” His eyes went wide. “You had that one ready, didn’t you?”

“Well you’ve been gone for a while. I had some time to come up with some good ones.”

“Y’know what…” He pushed his tongue against his cheek with a small scoff, as if something just came to him. “Yeah.. Yeah, I’ve been sleeping with Layla. Every time I ‘go to work’ I’m just meeting with her.”

“Hmm, funny.” You offered a sarcastic expression. “Just tell me what’s really going on.”

“I just did.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“Course you don’t.” He mumbled and ran a hand down his face.

“Wanna say that again?” You challenged sharply, daring to close the distance between you two. You glared up at him, ignoring the fact that the height difference made you less intimidating than you were aiming for, but you stuck to your guns. “Or do you want to say something else?”

“I love you.” He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around. “But there’s the door.”

“You son of a bitch.” You twisted out of his grip and spun again to face him. “You don’t get to kick me out after you tell me you’re cheating.”

“You’re the one that said you’d walk out.” He shrugged.

“If you two shack up here, then I'm sure she has some clothes here. Bathroom products, maybe. Toothbrush? Hair brush? She’s gotta have some underwear here at least, right?” You kept pushing as you stepped deeper into the small apartment in an effort to mate Marc couldn’t throw you out.

“Y/N.” He sighed and followed after you.

“Just tell me the truth.” You stopped and spun quickly to face him, almost colliding with his chest as he was coming up behind you. “Because I’ve never felt so alone. These few weeks without you have been like my world is falling apart. It’s gut-wrenching to wake up without you. No calls, no texts, no little notes around my place…”

His heart twisted when he realized how much he had been hurting you.

“You’re right… I’m not cheating on you.” He admitted with a sigh as his eyes fell to the ground.

You breathed a small sigh of relief and reached out to take his hands in yours. His thumbs ran back and forth along the backs of your hands. You gave them a small squeeze and he managed to meet your eyes again.

“I… Jesus, this is gonna sound nuts.” He sighed.

“I'm listening, Marc.” You said softly.

“You won’t believe me.” He shook his head.

“I believe you love me. And I love you. I believe you thought you were being noble and protecting me, but I always feel safer and more protected when you’re with me. Just be honest and we can work it out.”

“I serve Khonshu.” He said suddenly, as if it was his only chance to get the words out. “He saved my life before I met you and my servitude is how I repay that debt.”

“Khonshu…” You repeated, an expression of uncertainty on your face. “Is that the Egyptian moon god that looks like a bird version of Jack Skelingtion?”

At that, he chuckled and it brought a small smile out of you.

“Pretty much.” He laughed and nodded.

“And Steven?”

“That’s a longer story.”

“So let’s go home. I’ll make some food and we can talk about it.”

“You sure?” He gave your interlocked hand a small pull so you were chest to chest. He guided your hands to rest on his shoulders while his found their place at your waist. “You’re about to find out how much of a trainwreck I really am.”

You shrugged slightly. “Good thing I’m in it for the long run. I’m gunning for your last name eventually so I better buckle up, huh?”

“God, I love you.” He grinned.

[jayden-killer]

Heyaaa! Saw your requests were open, is it alright if I ask for moon knight with a reader who overworked themselves and sort of just collapsed? It's okay if not thankuuu <3

REASSURING WORDS.

Moonknight boys x gender neutral reader.

Omfg this is my first request IM SO HAPPY thank you so much for requesting and i hope you will like it!<33 Remember you can request at the top of my profile button, 'Ask me anything!'. :DD

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You know when work is so much, but like so much, and you don’t have a moment of peace? That. The workload I had accumulated in the days before was impressive, and I was almost amazed at the work I had to do. Eating seemed like a waste of time, drinking seemed like a waste of time... And if I needed to fulfill my duties, I had to do it without unnecessary breaks or interruptions. That’s why I warned my three boyfriends, Jake, Marc and Steven, not to worry about my sudden disappearance. ''Don’t worry, I just have a lot of work to do.' Xxx :)))' Something told me they would worry. They would understand, right?

Everything seemed so.. Complicated. Maybe, I should have continued. But the concentration began to disappear and slowly my eyes closed, and the breath regularized. Leaning my head on the wooden desk I closed my eyes, succumbing to the sleep so rejected.

«Love? Are you awake?»

A voice as sweet as honey brought me back to reality. I felt a sweet shake of my body, waking up from that 'nap' I had promised myself to have. And, in an instant, I found the hazel eyes that I loved so much about Steven. He smiled at me. «Love, I see that you’ve collapsed. What... What’s going on?» he asked me in a concerned tone.

Rubbing my eyes, I checked the time. 7.39 fucking pm. The last time I checked the time was 4.11 pm. Man, that nap took longer than I expected.

«It’s okay, Steven. The job’s just a lot, but I’ll be fine.»

He sighed loudly, fidgeting with his fingers. «Lovie, I know you have a lot to do. Believe me, I appreciate how much you try, but...It's dangerous for your health.»

«Hey, it's okay. I-I think...»

«You’re trying harder than you should.»

Steven’s sweet tone changed to a harsher one, yet concerned. Even his eyes changed from sweet to almost expressionless.

Marc. It could only be him.

«Hello to you too, Marc. And no, I’m sure I’m not putting my health at risk. I’d stop in time otherwise."

He made a mocking noise. «I, no, we know your habits very well. And we all know that you would risk your health for something as trivial as...this.» He pointed rather angrily at the work table, filled with papers to fill in and the computer, which had an open document not yet complete.

«Marc...»

Marc tilted his head to the side and stared at the computer screen. I turned to look where he was looking and thought he was seeing Jake’s reflection there. Suspicions were confirmed when he rested on the mental conversation he was having with the latter. «They're are not well! I can see that well, I am not stupid yet, man.»He Inhaled and shook his head, pinching his nose. «All right. Try talking to them, since you know what to do every time."

And here his facial features harden more than before, shifting to an expression of pure anger. Now Jake crossed his arms, but there was a half-smile on his face. «Florecito, Steven, Marc and I believe you should rest properly. So whether you want it or not, we will drag you into bed and let you relax. ¿Has entendido?»

Maybe I didn’t deserve them. I didn’t deserve how they paid me so much attention so easily, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I had always put work above everything else, risking losing even important hours of sleep for the previous day. Jake took me gently by the arm, so I got up from the chair and looked him right in the eyes. I could feel Steven and Marc behind those eyes.

«You’re right. I’m not gonna finish this without resting and eating at least.» I showed him a smile, and he smiled back, tracing the index finger on my forearm. «It’s my fault, florecito. Ah, ¡callense! Steven and Marc say that it’s not that I have to take all the credit.» I laughed at seeing my three guys fighting each other.«It’s thanks to all three of you that I’ll be better by tomorrow.» I left a kiss on Jake’s lips gently, and he took me by the hips, bringing me more to himself, adjusting his hair dishevelled.

«Ah, I’d be lost without your help, guys!»

[xmalereader]

Moon Boys X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Don’t get me wrong but writing this made me crave pan dulce so my Hispanic ass drove to the nearest bakery to buy myself some conchitas ∩^ω^∩

Requested: Ooooh!! Moon boys with bf who owns/world at a bakery? || @luminescent-nightmares ||

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pastries, DID mentions, steven is adorable, bakery, language, drilled while writing this, entire system. Did research on DID if something doesn’t sound right please let me know!

Word count: 1.6k

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Jake was actually the first one to know about the bakery down the street and around the corner the smell of fresh baked goods could be smiles from miles away and that’s what lured the cab driver into the shop. He was surprised to find out that it was open at such a late hour only to find out that the owner kept it open twenty four hours. The owner was young and very energetic, his smile softened Jakes heart even though he was suppose to be cold hearted one who did all of the torture in his job.

But, this baker or owner was the one who melted right into his heart. He had given Jake a free drink and baked good, letting him know that new comers always got their first order free. When Jake bit into the fresh cookie he couldn’t help but moan in delight, the taste melting on his tongue. He didn’t know who this man was but he was positive that he was a god who made such amazing cookies. From that day forward he started visiting constantly to the point where he became a regular at Y/n’s bakery.

Jake had found out that he’d worked early mornings and late nights while the evening shift is covered by his own employees that he’s hired. There were rare days that he would close the shop and it was mainly on holidays. Only one time Y/n closed the bakery because he was on vacation and didn’t want to bombarded his employees with so many customers and instead gave them a paid weekend.

Jake was feeling miserable from his last job, wanting to visit Y/n bakery and eat one of his delicious chocolate covered croissants only to arrive at a closed shop. He was tempted to kick the door down but was quickly stopped by Steven. Both Steven and Marc didn’t find out about the bakery until later on when Steven found an empty coffee cup on top of his dining table with a very nice and fancy logo on it. Steven had asked Marc and Jake about it and Jake was nice enough to let him know about his secret bakery, telling the two that the owner made the best pastries.

Marc didn’t believe him but, Steven did. He’d memorized the logo and actually woke up earlier than usual one morning to get himself a hot drink and something to eat. Steven enjoyed sweet things and was excited to know what the bakery provided. Upon stepping inside the shop he’s surprised to notice that he’s the first one there, nervously holding his book bag close as he steps further into the bakery.

He doesn’t see anyone up front and swallows nervously, looking around at the interior of the bakery, his back facing the counter that he doesn’t notice the owner of the bakery stepping out from the back room. Upon seeing a familiar face, he breaks out into a smile.

“Jake!” He called out, getting the man’s attention. “The usual?” He asks, getting ready to prepare Jakes favorite drink only to be stopped by him, waving his hand frantically. “No, actually I—“ His accent change surprises Y/n causing him to raise a brow in questioning.

“I—wait, sorry.” Stevens eyes widen at the sudden realization, forgetting about their situation and alters. He mentally groans to himself and tries to come up with a lie. “Actually I’m Jakes brother, Steven.” He introduced himself.

“Jake never mentioned having a twin.” Y/n responds, setting his cup down and giving him a shy smile. “I apologize for the mix up, but either way. What can I get you today?”

Steven rubs his hands together, taking a small step forward to take a look at the menu along with the baked goods that he had in display. “Jake told me that you serve Chocolate covered croissants?”

“Oh! Yes, those are very popular here. Would you like to try one?” He suggests, tilting his head to the side as Steven nods. “Yes, please.” He watched the baker get to work as he moved comfortably around his own shop. “Any drink?” He asks.

“Tea perhaps?” Steven winced at Jakes teasing while Y/n nodded and quickly began to get his drink ready, getting everything done at the same time and sliding it over to Steven. “Here you go.”

“How much?”

Y/n shakes his head. “I don’t charge new comers, enjoy it while it’s warm.” He declines Stevens money and with a faint smile, Steven takes his food and drink, bidding him a soft ‘goodbye’ and stepping out into the early morning breeze. Once he’s far from the shop he’s quick to bite into his food, eyes widening.

“Good, right?” Jake grins through another stores reflection while Steven licked his lips. “This is amazing!” He says, taking another bite and drinking his tea. “He’s amazing, how did you find this place?”

“Got lucky.” Jake shrugs his shoulders while Marc rolled his eyes. “What’s so good about a piece of bread with chocolate? Ever heard of Nutella?” Said Marc as both Steven and Jake look at him with shock written all over their faces. “This isn’t a simple piece of bread, Marc. This is amazing and full of warmth and—very soft.”

Jake steps in too. “Y/n‘s baking is magical, he can make your shitty day better.”

Marc shakes his head, ignoring the two before forcing Steven to focus on getting to work on time. The three bickered amongst each other about the bakery all the way to work, both Jake and Steven going up against Marc until they arrived to the museum where Steven gets ready for the day.

By the time it hit the end of the week it was Marc’s turn to visit the bakery. The main alter wasn’t too much of a sweet tooth, always sticking with something simple and fast when it comes towards food. He never got the urges of having a late night snake but tonight became one of those nights. Steven had been the one to fall asleep first and then Jake, but Marc couldn’t sleep. He looked for ways to get himself tired back at his apartment but nothing worked, it wasn’t until he saw the wrapper with the bakery logo on it that called out his name.

To be honest and fair the bakery did get his attention a few times, growing curious about the place that both Steven and Jake visited constantly. Which is how he ended up here, standing in front of the bakery, wearing Stevens night clothes as he taps his foot, hands on his hips, debating on going in or not.

“No, I’m not giving them the satisfaction. I won’t go in—“ Marc mumbled to himself as he shook his head, staring down at his shoes.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Marc is startled by the man’s voice, head shooting up to see the owner standing at the entrance of his bakery, door open while he leaned against the doorframe. His arms crossed over his chest as he grinned. Marc can only stare, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words to speak.

Y/n beat him to it. “You’re not Jake or Steven. So, who exactly are you?”

Steven had explained to them that he’d used the ‘twin’ card on Y/n in order not to freak the man out, begging Jake to go along with the role but Marc knew that he wouldn’t be the one to follow up on it. “I’m Marc.” He sighs out as Y/n smiles. “Is Jake or Steven around in there?”

His question catches Marc off guard,eyes widening as he stares at the baker who gasped in shock. “Shit! Im sorry, I didn’t mean to assume it’s just, you three looked way too identical and knew that something had to be up. I mean I have twin cousins and can tell the difference between the two but you and the others are far too similar that I couldn’t help but grow curious and did research and I—I’m sorry, I'm rambling.” He laughs out nervously.

Marc can only laugh at his rambling, not to upset the man he’s quick to add. “No offense, not many people know about DID and was surprised that you’d actually look into it.” Y/n gives off a small sigh of relief. “Again, that was rude of me to assume.”

“It’s fine.” Marc clears his throat. “I wasn’t able to sleep and both Jake and Steven talk highly about your bakery and thought I’d stop by.” He mumbled the last words in a shy tone, avoiding the bakers eyes who brightened at his words. “I got just the thing for you!” He waved Marc inside who followed after the man. The shop was warm and brought a comforting feeling to him as he approached the nearest empty table, sitting alone as he listens to Y/n pace around his bakery.

It took Y/n a few minutes to return, placing a warm cup of milk in front of Marc along with a plateful of mini waffles. Marc’s lips break out into a small smile as he stared at the pink heart shaped waffles. “Hearts?” He questions Y/n who sat across from him. “What? The holiday is approaching and thought it would be nice! Besides, this is my first batch so, eat up!” He slides a fork and a knife over to Marc.

“You sure this isn’t your way of asking me out?”

Y/n blushes, humming to himself. “Is it working?”

Marc gives the waffles another glance before looking up to Y/n who smiled warmly at him. “A little.” He confesses while he takes a bite from his food.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

hey bestie! for your little blurb thing how about mountains with marc spector? i’m excited to see what you come up with <3

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There could be a lot of things wrong with the man in front of you right now. He certainly is much stronger than you, possibly faster. Usually, running into a person on these trails— especially a man— would make you bolt back the way you came. You come here for solitude, are always hopeful for safety. But, there’s something about him that’s different.

Endearing even.

He’s built well, with broad shoulders and hands. He’s holding a map, his thick eyebrows furrowed together as he attempts to read it. His full mouth is moving, like he’s whispering to himself, talking through where he is. He looks so incredibly serious— not to mention handsome— but even so, something about him seems calm. Gentle.

As you wonder how to approach him you shift slightly, and he looks up at the sound of your sneakers scraping together. All of that gentleness is overflowing in his deep brown eyes, and it sends a round of butterflies through your stomach.

The two of you simply stare at each other, like two startled animals. When you think about it…that’s exactly what you are. You smile at him sheepishly but still, your mouth moves to say nothing. You think he tries to smile back, though it seems he’s a little out of practice. It makes you curious, and a little sad.

“Hi,” He says finally, awkwardly. His voice is much softer than you anticipated even with your kind conceptions about him. It’s sweet.

You clear your throat, twisting your hands together, “Hi. First timer?”

He grimaces, “That obvious?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone with a map on these trails.”

He gestures around with one of his hands, the softest edge of playfulness in his voice, “Everyone just knows where to go, huh?”

You grin, shrugging, “Something like that. You aren’t from around here I imagine?”

“No. Chicago.”

“You’re a long way from home,” You murmur curiously.

He shrugs, his eyes going past you as if he’s thinking about something. Then he says, “Home is where you make it.”

Humming softly in agreement, you take another step toward him. “Want some help?”

Marc hesitates but then your smile widens, head tilting in encouragement. He sniffs, nodding, “If it wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience.”

“Not at all. Where are you trying to go?” You ask, coming to stand beside him to take a look at his map.

“If I’m reading this right, there’s supposed to be a coffee cart about 10-15 minutes from here.”

“Yeah, here,” You agree softly, pointing to the landmark on the map. “It gets a little convoluted around this part with all the different shoot-offs. I was headed that way, I can just walk with you.”

Marc looks up from the map to glance over at you, his cheeks tinging a soft pink at your offer. It’s been a long time since he’s been interested in anyone, and though he doesn’t expect this to go anywhere his heart flutters in his chest. So far removed from any action that just a stranger simply asking to help has his palms sweaty— Steven and Jake will never let him hear the end of this.

“Sure. Yeah. I’d appreciate that,” He nods, quickly folding up the map.

You and Marc start the correct way, exchanging names as you put one foot in front of the other. You point out how confusing it can be to pick the right path as you all pass a bunch of off-shooting trails. It makes Marc feel a little better about being turned around, though your kindness has been helpful in batting away his shame.

The walk flies by, conversation coming much more easily than either of you anticipated. Marc is reluctant to let you go, wishing that the coffee cart would materialize a mile away. There are few patrons in line, waiting to order so you both linger— you’re not quite ready to end your time with him either.

“Uh, thanks for helping out there, usually I’m not so turned around,” He says after a few beats of silence.

“Hey, no problem. If you keep heading this way you should make it back to the beginning of the park.”

“Right, yeah. Thanks,” He holds out his hand to you.

“It was really nice to meet you, Marc,” You say earnestly, shaking his hand firmly— it’s warm, a little calloused, fits perfectly in yours.

“Yeah, you too,” He says, and he means it. For the first time in a long time, Marc is content to interact with someone other than his alters. It feels like a breath of fresh air.

You give him a genuine smile despite your disappointment in him not asking you to join him, the tiniest wave before you start back the way you two came from. He watches you, watches as the first person to make him really feel something in ages starts to walk away from him.

This whole hiking though the mountains, getting in touch with nature thing was part of his soul searching after everything. And though he hadn’t been completely sure what he was going to find when he stepped onto this trail that much is clear now.

“Could I buy you a cup of coffee? You drink coffee don’t you?” He calls after you before you can get too far.

You let out a breath you don’t realize you were holding in then, turn back toward him, the smile on your face returning. Nodding softly you call back, “Yeah, Marc, I drink coffee.”

[guruan]

If I can jump on this Viejita Hamsteven train 👀

I just imagined Hamsteven riding on the back of Viejita and pointing in the air like he's riding a gallant steed into battle 😂

Or if they work together to reach the treats on top of a shelf, they're too short by themselves, but if they work together, they can reach them 😂💕

Omg, I love that 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I think Hamsteven is too short to really make any difference to try and reach treats, but it'd be cute see them try 🤣

I kept telling myself this was a sketch but ended up coloring it anyway so, there you go

The knight with a toothpick sword

[thesnakesuserboxes]

This User Is Steven Grant!

[ilomilodailystuff]

|| Silly Mistakes ||

Summary : You and Jake cook together, but the apartment soon becomes a war zone...

Characters : Jake Lockley ; You ; Marc and Steven makes a small appearance

Notes : this one was a request and I know we agreed only for the "basic cute fic" but I couldn't help myself writing some crazy stuff lol it's still simple but I hope the person concerned will like that fic. 🥺❤️ [English and Spanish aren't my native languages, I apologize for my mistakes. Please tell me when something's wrong in the text, I'll correct it]

Warnings : love ; kisses ; love again ; hugs ; more kisses ; cocoa mixture attacks ; whipped cream assault ; a bit of anxiety 🤏 ; cursing ; khonshu is pissed off

Word count : 3.2K

You straighten up.

In front of the rounded mirror, you rub your still damp hair with a towel to dry it. You cherish this feeling of well-being. Your muscles relaxed, your clothes rubbing against your soft, clean skin, the pleasant smell of your hair, the pleasant smell of tomato... Tomato ? Perplexed, you frown slightly as you turn towards the door. You sniff and that good smell coming from outside is still there.

A smile appears on your face when you imagine what your boyfriend is up to.

After a few minutes, you're ready to leave the bathroom.

The smell hits you all the more.

Between the bookcases placed on either side, you see him preparing something in the kitchen. And you can hear him whistling quietly as he's focused on his task. As you walk, you recognize the tune of the song. The slightly slower version of Quien Sera made by Dean Martin. Your curiosity takes over and you keep walking, watching the multi-faceted man open the blender to smell the content. On your way, you notice that a black tie is placed on one of the two chairs on which you sit to eat, chat or laugh together or even all at once. You definitely know who it was.

Usually you find this tie there when your favorite limo driver shows up to get ready for the night ahead. You hate the idea of him being out at night. Jake is not a real hero, you have already seen him at work despite all the trouble he has taken to preserve you. Because even if he's never ashamed to stay true to himself, he found himself being concerned about the way you saw him. He was brutal, radical, determined but also very protective. With time and deep conversation, you've learned that his motives are laudable and that he does his best to put the needs of others before his own. He may not be the typical hero, but he's a true vigilante for you nonetheless. He's just a bit more unpredictable, hot-headed, and hot-tempered than some of the superheroes revered by mankind.

And you have no desire to stop him in his missions, because they are just as crucial for him as for the others, even if he sometimes employs rather drastic measures on his enemies.

"Jake ?" you guess as you keep walking.

You see him take a spoon out of a drawer before plunging it into the blender. But you become all the more intrigued the closer you get to the counter he's standing in front of.

"...Jake ?"

"Taste this." he said suddenly bringing the spoon closer to you.

Despite your surprise, you let him bring the spoon to your lips to taste this liquid and creamy substance.

There, your eyes widen.

"Mhh, damn, that's delicious." you say enthusiastically. "Is it gazpacho ?"

"What insight." Jake teases you with a grin.

"Piss off." you retort with a smile as you hit him on the shoulder, which made Jake chuckle.

He then brought the spoon to his lips to eat the rest before setting it down in the sink. He'll clean it up later.

"I didn't help you prepare it, it bothers me..." you admit, putting your hands on the counter with regret.

"You needed to relax, and a gazpacho is quick to make." Jake replies pouring the contents of the blender into a glass pitcher.

You think for a moment, as you watch your boyfriend cover the pitcher with cellophane. He had his shirt sleeves pulled up over his forearms and his collar was unbuttoned. Then jealousy momentarily overwhelms you when you find that Jake never stained it despite the danger of the tomato.

"Since when do you cook in a white shirt ? Who does that ?" you decide to tease him with a playful grin.

"Me. Ever since I noticed you like watching." he replies, before giving you a proud look accompanied by a charming smile, while he wipes his hands with a towel.

Taken aback by his response, your eyes widen briefly and your heart skips a beat, then your cheeks blush uncontrollably.

"Okay, let me catch up for tonight. I'm making dessert." you announce, determine to get your hands dirty and above all to change the subject quickly.

Of course, Jake's smile widens even more as he puts his gazpacho away in the fridge.

"Yes, would you mind, mi amore ?" he closed the fridge door and then moved closer to you, while you watched him out of the corner of your eyes. "But I like when we cook together, so... Pick a dessert and you can tell me what to do." he adds nevertheless once at your side, plunging his eyes into yours while having his fist resting against his hip and his second hand resting on the counter a few inches from yours.

You raise an eyebrow as you shyly hold back a smile. This idiot knows very well what he's doing by standing close to you and giving you that smile, so sweet but also so seductive.

"So you're going to obey my orders ?" you ask with interest.

"Sí, señora." he nods.

"Mh. Interesting." you say innocently.

Jake chuckled softly. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on you. It often happened to him to observe you with tenderness and amusement, especially in those quiet moments when it's just the two of you and your way of pushing each other to the limits, just for fun.

Since gazpacho is low in calories, you could afford to eat something heartier. After a few minutes of inventorying the cupboards, you decide on a simple moist chocolate cake with whipped cream.

So you start the preparation while Jake preheats the oven. With a whisk, you mix the ingredients that you have placed together in a bowl. But your concentration was quickly disturbed by the man who came up behind you to gently kiss your neck, and the spot behind your ear, then your cheek, forcing your lips to curve upwards. More tenacious than ever, Jake keeps kissing your cheek until you turn to look him straight in the eye while stopping all your movements. He raised his eyebrows as if he was as surprised as you, also stopping his tender kisses to meet your insistent gaze. It's not his fault after all that you smell so good.

Without saying a word, you go back to work while a smirk remains glued to your face. You notice that the mixture is starting to become more compact so you quickly reach for the melted butter on the counter, however you don't see it anywhere. Frowning, you look around in hopes of finding what you need. Then when you turn to Jake, you come face to face with the cup containing the melted butter he was holding. So you bring your hand to it but Jake decides to take it a little further away from you. It is therefore by rolling your eyes that you end up meeting his gaze again.

"You're supposed to help me not slow me down." you say with a slight smile, trying to figure out your boyfriend's intentions.

"Why are you in such a hurry ?" he asks back with a smirk.

His eyes landed on a specific spot on your face, and you can't help but do the same. After a few seconds, you move closer to each other, your eyelids slowly drooping in anticipation. Finally, your lips move together in harmony, gently, but also with a hint of passion. That's what Jake wanted, right ? And yet he was still surprised by your initiative, responding to your kiss with as much fervor. Then he felt the cup slip out of his hand. He opened his eyes, pulling away from your lips reluctantly when he saw you with a victorious smile holding the cup you had just stolen from him.

"I am so proud of you." He announces, shaking his head slightly as he smiles admiringly.

You briefly shrug one shoulder in false modesty before pouring the butter into the bowl. How funny, Khonshu's avatar cooking with you and acting all lovey dovey like he's never threatened anyone or came home with blood on his knuckles. People could say that he was getting soft, but really, he already was when you met him. You're just one of the very few people who really tried to get to know him and dug deep to find out who he really was. But of course, he's kinder to you than he's ever been to anyone else. Paradoxically, he's both sweet and rough. He's... Well. Jake. You snort of amusement and tenderness at that thought.

Then you continue the recipe by adding vanilla essence. At your request, Jake has broken three eggs into the mixture and once that's done, you stir everything with the whisk. Finally, when the preparation is ready and, for his part, Jake finished mixing the whipped cream, you hasten to grease the baking pan.

But the protector of the night's travelers is far from stupid.

He watches you with some concern, noticing that something's wrong. You seemed so rushed, too focused, not fully enjoying this time you were spending together. Of course you were going to savor this cake, but you don't cook together to cook. Jake wanted to spend time with you and the cake is just a pretext. However, you didn't seem to be on the same wavelength tonight. And he suspects why you were so determined to do everything in a hurry.

So he thinks, analyzing your face for just a moment. He wanted you to stop putting pressure on yourself, to enjoy instead of constantly dreading. He also hated leaving you every nights, but you wouldn't gain anything by being dominated by your anxiety and neither would he.

So, while you prepare the baking pan, Jake looks here and there, searching for an effective solution. As for you, you stay focused on your task and don't let yourself be distracted by anything or anyone. Finally, you take a towel to clean your hands.

And you jump when something suddenly lands on your face.

"What the-" you bring your hand to your cheek and to determine what Jake just threw at you.

You then turn to him, entering in total confusion. You see him holding a spatula covered in whipped cream.

"Oh, maldita sea, I really didn't miss you." he said discovering the cream on your face.

"What are you playing ?" you ask then.

"I don't know, you tell me. You seem so eager to see me go." he briefly shrugs.

"N-No, absolutely not ! You idiot !" you retaliate as you throw the towel on the counter.

"Perfect ! So calm down for a minute and enjoy the moment !"

"I'm trying, but I don't want you to go away !" you exclaim in a broken voice.

Suddenly, a heavy silence sets in.

You throw a chill in the room and none of you dare to speak.

Jake's shoulders fell as he looked at you with a sincere apologetic expression. Shit, he didn't know how much that upset you...

"...I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously with that thing on your face." he finally laughs, unable to contain himself any longer.

It's funny, you really thought you could get revenge by undermining his morals.

Your lips formed an 'o' of astonishment and you gasp.

"You, bastardo--" you're getting angry.

You grabbed the whisk before throwing the cocoa mixture on Jake's shirt, the latter instinctively taking a step back while raising his wrists in surprise.

Ah ! Take that, you think proudly.

"Not so white now." you smile, enjoying your revenge and admiring your masterpiece on his shirt totally ruined by the mixture.

Jake looked up at you. He was going to save that shirt for tonight. That's a shame. Now he has the duty to fight back.

You raised your eyebrows, challenging him with your gaze. For a moment, neither of you move.

It's all happening now.

Then you grab your bowl and Jake did the same with his before he sprays cream on your clothes. You turn your head to avoid his attacks as you blindly throw chocolate at him while moving away from his position. A laugh escaped your lips as you tossed chocolate at his shirt again then cowered as Jake walked around the table to aim at you better, however he only managed to reach your back.

"That's it, hide, pobre cosa !" he attacks you again as he gets closer to you.

"No, not the hair, not the hair !" you exclaim, laughing before you start running.

He chases after you and grabs you around the waist with his arm, causing you to cry out in surprise as you drop the whisk to the floor.

"No ! Stop, stop !" you giggle as he presses you against him. "You're supposed to obey my orders !"

"There are no rules in battle !" he retorts childishly.

Desperate, you plunged your hand into the bowl that you managed to keep before spreading the cocoa preparation on his face. He closed his eyes and laughed heartily as he released you, but he decided to drop his spatula to counterattack in your own way.

"Bueno, no hay piedad." he warns you.

"Wait, wait ! Not here ! I don't want to stain the sheets or Steven's books." you warn him back as you were dangerously close to the shelves and the bed.

"I agree. Come back." he challenge you in turn.

Okay. You are in the zone that he mustn't cross and yet you inevitably had to get out of it. You have to find a strategy.

Or quite simply, you could stop behaving like children.

Jake beckons you to join him with his hand in an ever more provocative way while raising an eyebrow, and you hesitate for a moment, biting your lower lip, unable to prevent yourself from smiling at this grotesque but so liberating game.

When you suddenly try to fake it by going one way before rushing the other way, keeping your bowl against your chest like you're protecting something precious. Jake used the second shelf to turn around and catch up with you.

He then scooped as much whipped cream as he could into his hand before quickly setting the bowl down on the table.

"¡No-- vuelve aquí!" he laughs again, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him.

"Nonononono !" your eyes widen, trying to aim for the table to put down your bowl when you feel it slip through your fingers and you almost miss the edge.

Jake then placed his hand full of cream on your clean cheek as he gently pulled you against him, managing to have the last laugh as you almost tripped together. You put your arms around his waist and he put his available hand on your other cheek to watch your cream-covered face.

"Querida..." he laughs.

Immersed in a sweet bliss, you close your eyes and you keep giggling while lowering your head. Jake accompanies you in your laughter, and his look and his smile are pure joy and affection, the wrinkles that appear towards the outer corners of his eyes testifying to his euphoria.

And while his laughter fades little by little, he finally tries to clean your face as much as possible with his hands to see you more clearly, also brushing away the few locks that fall on your forehead while you raise your head towards him, a few burst of laughter escaping from your lips.

"You have some on your eyes." you laugh once more as you bring your hand to his face to gently wipe away the chocolate that slightly weighs down his eyelids, cleaning one eye after another with love.

Now, you can admire his passionate, playful gaze, full of devotion. Immediately, you give him the same look, your heart warming up so much that it gives you a dose of adrenaline in your veins. No one but him is capable of provoking such strong emotions in you.

If only you knew how capable you are of provoking the same thing to him.

And that's why you end up kissing.

Inevitably, you each taste your cooking while you can't help the smile that curves your lips. After all, you didn't like waste. So you end up putting your hands on his neck while he brings his arms around your waist, hugging you, constantly kissing you, drunk with love.

Together, you could transform an ordinary evening into an avalanche of emotions, madness and newness. Of course, you also like to be carried away in a pleasant routine, being bored together is sometimes part of your daily life, but this routine never becomes unbearable. There's always that little something extra that makes your days better, whether at home or when you're out in town. You both thought this energy was coming from the other, too humble or too blind to admit it was coming from you, when in reality it was just your dynamic. Both of you are irreplaceable and inseparable. It's only thanks to you two that this crazy and intoxicating atmosphere could come to life.

So Jake can't blame you for trying to steal more time to be able to spend it by his side. He would have done the same for you.

You end up kissing his cheek and he presses his lips to your neck, shivers running through your skin, before he whispers a few words there.

"What was that ?" you laugh briefly.

"I'm staying." he repeats, meeting your gaze again.

Your expression immediately changed.

For a moment, you can't believe it.

"You just had to ask." he continues.

"But... What if something serious happens outside ? If Khonshu--"

"The world won't stop spinning if I choose to ignore it." he replies then to reassure you.

So you smile, trying to hide as much as possible the joy that overwhelms you when you realize that he genuinely wanted to stay. Besides, staying at home a few times doesn't stop him from being Khonshu's fist of vengeance later on.

"Plus, I can tell Khonshu to get lost, once in a while. It'll knock him off his pedestal." he adds, managing to make you laugh one last time, cherishing this melody like sweet music to his ears.

"I'm not sure he'll like it." you say back.

If you or Jake were paying attention, you might see some lights crackling.

"We don't give a damn..." Jake retorts before kissing you passionately.

He sure has a power over you. Just like you have this power over him.

"What are we doing for the cake ?" you ask against his lips.

"Well, that was delicious." he replies.

"Really, you like it ?" you play his game.

"Yeah, I loved it." he said sincerely, kissing all over your face.

"Your whipped cream was delicious too." you smile as you hug him back. "It's the best dessert we've ever made"

"I thought the same thing."

"We're awesome." you conclude.

Finally, your lips meet once more.

"El horno sigue encendido." he said without separating from your lips.

"Mh ?"

"The oven's still on." he clarifies.

"Oh, shit." you pull away.

You walk towards the kitchen and he holds your hand until there's too much distance between you, then you lean over to turn off the oven. Although it's electric, you don't like leaving it on for nothing.

And you come back to Jake.

Now face to face, you both take one last look at your silly mistakes and it's not hard to see that you went a little bit too far.

"You do realize I just showered, right ?" you ask then with a grin.

"That's why it's funnier." he replies with a satisfied smile and an amused look.

You're never mad at him for long anyway.

With an amused smile, you sigh as you head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Jake then puts his hands on his hips observing the stains of chocolate and cream they had left on the floor, on the table and of course in the kitchen. Luckily for you, the aquarium and the books are unstained.

"I'm not cleaning up this mess." Steven says suddenly.

"Neither do I." Marc continues.

Then silence dominated the room for a few seconds.

"Not it !" Marc and Steven's voices echoed in Jake's mind.

"Not it--" Jake said quickly but is too late.

Nevertheless, the limousine driver accepts his sentence. He was the one who declared war, after all.

He sighs deeply.

"...Joder."

[takenbypeter]

hey! i saw you have fic requests open and was hoping i could request something!!

i haven’t been able to stop thinking about steven grant x american!reader and the reader making steven listen to London Boy by taylor swift. his reaction would just be adorable 🥹

London boy

Steven Grant x reader

Words: 876

Authors note: so sorry for taking a while with this one, it wasn’t coming out exactly the way I wanted it but here it is! I hope you like it 💜 thanks for requesting!

You finally heard it. The noise you’ve been waiting to hear all day.

And that noise would be the sound of the apartment door swiftly cracking open, followed by heavy footsteps from a long day. Which could only mean one thing.

Steven was back.

Without hesitation you quickly shoved your book aside and ran up to greet your partner.

“Steven! You have got to listen to this song, it’s not exactly new but I just heard it today and it reminds me of you. I’ve been playing it on loop all day,” you exclaimed, a little overly ecstatic to show him your new discovery.

Now Steven was tired. He barely got sleep last night and his day was filled with much more customers than usual, which of course meant it was combined with more orders from Donna.

But with sunken eyes and dark eye bags decorating his features, his lips curved, your excitement rubbing off on him, “oh yeah? what’s that?”

“London Boy by Taylor Swift. Ever heard it?” You asked, pulling your phone closer to you.

Steven’s lips purse together as he thinks for a moment, “can’t say I have.”

“Well you’re about to right now, so sit,” you ushered tugging him over to the nearby seats and once sitting yourself, you pressed play on the mobile phone.

Right off the bat, only mere seconds in Steven questions, “I don’t sound like that. Do I?”

Your eyes crinkle as a smile plants itself on your face, “sometimes,” you chuckle more to yourself, before telling him to pay attention.

Throughout the catchy tune your body sways side to side as you take in the beat and the lyrics that describe the exact feeling of you being in London.

Now not all the lyrics matched your specific scenario of course, but it felt nice to relate to it.

Pausing from your own thoughts you glance at him. He’s already got a smile on his face while he’s peeking sideways at you. And once you’ve caught him staring, Steven’s eyes flicker back down to the lyrics while the grin on his face only grows wider. You didn’t know what he was thinking.

Once the song was near end, you asked, “so, what do you think?”

His lips turned into an upside down crescent while he nodded his head a little. “It’s quite catchy, I like it. I still don’t think I sound like that, but I enjoyed it. Especially the part where,” his eyes scroll to your phone looking for the specific words, “it says something about, ‘he likes my American smile,’ I definitely agree with that line—not he liking my smile, but you know me being he—liking your American smile of course.”

Your lips mirrored each other as you jokingly smacked his shoulder at the adorable comment from him. “Don’t worry, I get it and thank you that’s very sweet,“ Steven always seemed to over-explain himself but honestly it just served as a reminder of how endearing he was. “Well I really like the line where she says, ‘I love a London boy,’ because I do love a London boy, you.”

Now it was Steven’s turn to act all embarrassed as his whole face heated up unwillingly, not quite used to flirty comments no matter how many you’ve given him in the past.

Sudden realization hit you as you just took in the fact that he’s been at work all day, “oh!” You said clapping your hands together, ”how was work?

He shrugged, shoulders up to his ears, smile still present, “it was okay—yeah okay. Not too terrible. Of course it wasn’t my best of days but tomorrow will be better,” he reasoned.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve started off with that instead of pushing this on you,” you said, suddenly feeling guilty for not giving him the time he probably needed to decompress from the day.

Steven shook his head, palms quickly being held out in the air as he made a point to deny the thought that came to your brain, “no I loved it. You listen to my stuff all the time it’s only fair I listen to yours,” he reasons, “and now I can play this little find and think of you when I listen.”

“Perfect and I’ll be thinking of you.”

You grinned at each other until you frowned, “gross. Are we those types of couples?”

Steven was a little taken aback, “why? What types of couple?”

“You know the mushy kind.”

“Would it be bad if we were?” The way Steven’s voice was so gentle yet you could sense the hint of nervousness in it, filled you up with fondness for the man.

You laughed, “no, it would be great,” you said getting up from your chair and giving him a little peck on the cheek. Steven watched you walk away with pep in your step.

What you didn’t know was that talking to you after work, telling you about his day, hearing about your day, all of that was his way of unwinding. And the thing is, no matter how tired, how drained, how exhausted Steven is, he always has the energy and time for you. Because he loves you and he loves that he gets to show you that everyday.

[avocadoart]

Love love love your Layla, more please!

Here you are :D

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

can i ask a very soft smut after a little fight between a married couple? you choose who you wanna write about! i love your works💛

omg I love stuff like this!?! and thank you :( I chose marc bc uhm bc well it’s marc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

REFUGE.

marc spector x fem!reader (no mention of moon system)

word count. 980

warnings. 18+ only!! mentions of arguing, hurt and comfort bc I love it, no foreplay, unprotected pinv, reassuring loving sex. mdni

Marc is often a difficult person to deal with. It wasn't his fault, really. It's just how he is, the way he grew up. Sometimes, he was challenging, frustrating, often making your blood boil - but on those other times, he was still that little broken shell of a boy on the inside, needing reassurance and comfort. 

It was just tough to gauge what he needed as he rarely expressed it. 

Like right now, Marc had a tough day and was having trouble putting it into words, and instead of talking it over with you, he slammed the kitchen cupboard doors and banged walls, sneering comments to himself when he thought you weren't paying attention.

You tried to initiate a conversation, asking him what had happened and why he was acting the way he did. He thought you were starting a fight, which couldn't have been further from the truth - you just wanted to know what had got him so worked up. 

You just stood there, taking his mild verbal lashing, waiting for him to come to his senses. You knew that it wasn't healthy to be on the receiving end, but he was starting to get the route of the problem, so you decided to stick it out. 

"Marc... Marc," you whisper, trying to cut through his rambling. "Marc," you repeat, voice slightly louder than before.

He exhales, blowing a harsh breath as he leans back onto the counter behind him. He steadily drags his palm over his mouth and down his chin, like the action was to calm himself.

You nod, comfortingly almost, slowly walking towards him with open arms. You envelop him in an embrace, holding him tight as your hands run down his back, stroking reassuringly. 

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, words muffling against your skin. "I didn't..." he sighs, holding you tighter. 

"It's okay," you nod, burying your face into the crook of his neck. 

He pulls his head back to look down at you, silently moving you from the spot between his neck and shoulder. He shakes his head, a soft frown lining his lips. "No, it's not," his brows knit, dark hairs pulling together in the middle. "I shouldn't... I shouldn't speak to you like that."

"Marc," you say, your tone lingering, almost as if you were cooing at him. 

He removes his hands which rest on your mid back, and brings them up towards your face. He places his warm, roughened palms over your cheeks, holding you in his hands - his gaze remains focused on you, pretty, brown eyes half-lidded. "I'm sorry," he whispers, speaking softly within the close distance.

"I know," you nod, his hands moving with the delicate motion of your head. 

His eyes flicker over you, darting from your softened eyes to your lips, seeming like he was debating with himself. But when he hears a gentle intake of breath from you, he leans into you, kissing you sweetly and urgently. 

But it doesn't stop there. The kiss only grows more desperate, tongues clashing, moans muffling - murmured whispers filling the kitchen as your hands roam one another. Marc swaps places with you, turning you so your back is against the counter, the top of your ass hitting the edge as he pushes up against you. His chubbed-up cock prodding at your lower stomach. 

He makes haste movements as he lifts you onto the counter behind, your legs instinctively spreading to allow him closer - his lower half slotted comfortably between your open legs. One of his hands part from your waist and slips into the waistband of his lounge pants, sliding into the front of his boxers where he starts to palm over his cock - rolling it in his hand. His other undoes the bow of your dressing gown, letting the fabric open and expose just enough of you. He inhales sharply, the lewd image of you making his cock throb in his hand. 

Your eager fingers tug on his bottoms, making the fabric fall and pool around his ankles. You glance up at him, eyes soft, sweet and forgiving - silently pleading Marc.

His gaze mirrors yours, but his is slightly different - as if he’s asking you something, like he is seeking reassurance. It was like you were silently communicating, as though you knew what the other person was thinking - familiar with one another's thought pattern. 

He brings his hand up towards his chin and spits into his palm, and then rubs the saliva over the head of his cock, the action looking like he was polishing himself. He grips the base of his cock, thumb resting on the upperside as he guides himself closer to you, his tip brushing against your wet slit. 

He presses his head into you, slowly sinking into your unprepped pussy - letting you take him at your own pace. His forehead drops into the crook of your neck, his strained murmurs brushing against your exposed shoulder. 

You adjust your hips, allowing more of his cock into you - wrapping your arms and legs around him. You curse at the consuming feeling of him, how your walls melt around him so perfectly, all of you taking him so well. 

Your fingers trail up his back and behind his neck, grazing into the short curls at the back of his head, softly stroking over his scalp as you hold him close.

Marc mutters a string of apologies into your heated skin, mindlessly verbalising his shame from earlier as he continues to fill you with his cock - sinking deeper into your pretty pussy. His veins brushing against the ridges of your walls so deliciously.

You coo at him, telling him how you forgive him and love him, all while letting him seek refuge within your warm cunt and warm, loving touch.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

can i request a kinda smutty prompt? basically reader laying down on their stomach on the couch, nothing but t-shirt and panties on. and then marc spector or jake lockley show up from behind and lift the readers hips up and 🤭

~Dessert First~

Pairing: Moonknight trio (Marc really) x Reader

Word Count: 358

Warnings: Just Marc being insatiable, fingering, the rest is implied since it's a drabble

Genre: fluff & smut

Summary: Marc really can't keep his hands to himself

A/N: Thank you for requesting, sorry if it's a bit shorter than you hoped, this is what felt right <3

***

You hardly catch the door opening, but it's not like your boyfriend bothers to enter quietly even if you missed the lock turn.

"Alright! Dinner acquired! Although- I'm thinking now I should start with dessert." Marc hums and you glance over your shoulder from where you're lying on the couch scrolling through social media before he waked in.

"What are you talking about? We didn't order dessert- did we?" You frown at him.

"We didn't order any, my dessert is sitting on my couch in my t-shirt and it would be a shame to waste the opportunity." He smirks kissing your shoulder while you roll your eyes.

"You are absolutely ridiculous." You chuckle. You try to shift and sit up but Marc settles a hand on your waist before you can move.

"And you are absolutely irresistible." He hums, trailing kisses along your neck, his hand on your hip sliding up under your shirt.

"What are you doing?" 

"I told you I'm starting with dessert."

"Marc come on, be serious, the food's gonna get cold." You say but your voice holds none of the reprimand you intend it to Marc's light touches making you giggly.

"We've got a microwave." He says.

"Are you always this insatiable?"

"How can I not be with you?" He winks, his hand trailing over your ass and between your exposed legs. He squeezes your thigh so enticingly that you let your legs drop open for his wandering fingers. Marc tugs your panties aside and slips 2 fingers between your folds. "Well- what do we have here? Playing coy when you're already so wet for me." He hums as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

"Fuck off." You breathe out, dropping your head forward and Marc laughs.

"Be nice princess, I'm good to you aren't I?" Marc taunts smiling when he pulls a particularly delicious moan from your lips with a curl of his digits.

"Don't be an ass." You retort with a huff that makes him laugh.

"Sassy." He quips pulling his fingers from between your legs. You almost sass him again for it but he shifts behind you and you know for a fact it'll be a while before you get to dinner.

***

[ashessonfire]

update + requests !!

Hello my loves, it's been such a long while, but I am finally home for christmas break!! As a result, I will finally have time to re-open my requests, and actually start writing again!!

I also did not have the time to comment previously, but i was devastated to hear the news about netflix cancelling S&B, but i hold great hope that some other service will pick it up!!!

I would mainly like to start writing again with :

Loki, Moonknight (any of the boys), Kaz Brekker, tasm!Peter Parker or Bucky Barnes - however I am still open to my entire list!! (click here for other characters I write for)

Thank you all for your continuous support, although i haven't been active, i check daily and see the hundreds of likes, reposts and comments; SO JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU ALL INFINATELY!! <33

[miistymemorii]

succession obsession very strong BUT i also have my moon knight obsession coming back so if anyone wants to send in requests… 🤭