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Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Steven Grant x Jake Lockley

Summary: Marc teaches you a lesson about control with the help of Steven and Jake.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Rough oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v penetration, edging, overstimulation, choking, slapping, spitting, fingering, praise kink, degradation

A/N: This honestly sounded better in my head but I have post-election depression and needed a distraction so this will do LMAO

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Ever since you met Marc, your life turned upside down but all in the best ways. Sometimes, quite literally too like how you were on his bed with your head dangling off from the edge while his cock slid in and out of your mouth.

With your legs spread open, you could feel the wetness that continued to gush out of your aching cunt. Each heavy drag of Marc’s cock against your tongue and throat made you embarrassingly soaked, especially with the noises that he would make.

“Stick your tongue out, baby…” Marc said breathily after pulling his cock out from your mouth.

You did as told and when you felt the tip of his cock tap against your tongue, you moaned out loud and lifted your hips up from the bed.

Marc chuckled, pressing his hand down against your abdomen before sliding it to your breast to give it a playful squeeze.

“Look at you squirm, so fucking needy. You’re soaking the sheets, babe.” He said as if it wasn’t obvious.

You whined and kept your hands to your sides, despite the desperation to touch yourself. The ache and throbbing in your pussy was almost too much given that Marc hasn’t touched you yet.

“Marc, please…” you softly pleaded as you gripped the sheets.

Marc merely laughed, pinching your nipple before shoving his cock back into your mouth with no warning. He grunted as he kept a hand against your throat, feeling how his dick strained against your skin each time he slid in.

You choked on his cock a bit but continued sucking him, hollowing your cheeks. Tears pooled in your eyes as Marc roughly fucked your mouth, his ballsack slapping against your nose with every thrust.

Finally, you felt his fingers rub your folds but only for a quick moment before he stopped. He slapped the inside of your right thigh before letting out a groan.

“Suck me so good, baby. Think you deserve a reward.” Marc said.

“Go touch yourself, I want to see you finger your cunt while I fuck your mouth.” He said.

“But you can’t cum ‘til I allow you.” He quickly added.

Letting out a whimper, you started rubbing your clit in big, slow circles while your other hand fondled with your breast. You kept breathing through your nose while Marc mouth-fucked you.

Marc was a very vocal man— his grunts and husky curses were turning you on so much that you could feel your abdomen tighten quickly.

“God, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good around my cock.” Marc said, slowing down his pace as he watched his member glisten with your spit.

He gently held your neck, pulling his cock out and resting it on your tongue before bending down to spit on it.

You moaned and sucked on the tip at the same time you inserted your fingers into your pussy.

“That’s right, keep fucking your pussy just like that. So wet for me, you love it when I fuck your mouth like this, don’t you?” Marc asked with amusement.

Even with a mouthful of Marc’s cock, you nodded your head and sped up your fingers. You were too focused on sucking him that you completely got lost in your own pleasure.

You rubbed at your clit hard and fast, making yourself cum despite Marc’s instruction not to do so. Letting out a muffled moan, your entire body trembled and your hips stuttered as you came.

Marc was quick to take his throbbing member out from your mouth, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he watched you writhe on his bed.

“Baby, I thought I told you not to cum?” He asked, bending down to caress your face.

You heavily panted, “‘m sorry, I couldn’t hold back.” You admitted.

Marc sighed, “I know, baby. I know. But I can’t let you off that easily, you’re aware of that, right?” He asked.

You merely nodded, carefully sitting up on the bed and turning around to face Marc. His body was flushed and sweaty, his curls disheveled and eyes dark with lust. He looked absolutely ravishing like that.

“Lay down. On your side.” He said and waited for you to obey before climbing on the bed.

Marc started pressing light kisses on your body, starting from your ankle up to your thigh, licking his way up to your neck as he positioned himself behind, spooning you.

“If you can’t control yourself, you’re gonna have to learn it from us.” Marc whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg up, just enough to slide his cock into your pussy.

You gasped at how easily he slipped in, your sensitive cunt quickly adjusting to his girth. Marc wrapped an arm around your waist, cradling your breast as he fucked you from behind, nice and slow.

“Marc, faster…please…” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Marc laughed into your ear, “You want it fast?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response.

He lifted your thigh up higher as he fucked you fast, growling at the way your pussy clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, he let go of your thigh and reached around to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Could feel you getting close again, baby.” He breathed out.

You moaned out his name when your abdomen tightened, bracing yourself for another orgasm until Marc whispered into your ear.

“But like I said, we’re gonna have to teach you a lesson on control.”

His hips stilled all of a sudden, the hand on your clit moving away to cup your face.

“You alright, love?”

You whined, “Steven, please? So close…”

Steven’s lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, his hands caressing your skin while his thrusts slowed down.

“I know, love. But we gotta slow down a bit, yeah? Still your hips for a bit, can you do that for me?” He asked sweetly, one hand reaching for your leg to bring it down as he started moving again but keeping his pace slow.

The way your legs were pressed together made you feel his cock move even more, making your entire body shudder with want.

“Nice and slow, love. Nice and slow…” Steven breathed out.

“So good, Steven…” you said, feeling the coil in your abdomen start to loosen.

Steven continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promising that he’d be there to take good care of you later on. Unlike Marc, his touches were featherlight and careful, as if he was afraid to break you apart.

He treated you like you were fragile; he made sure to help you come down from your high before you could even snap.

“That’s right, love. Feels good, innit?” Steven asked, keeping a slow and steady pace as he made love to you.

Your soft breaths began to turn into whimpers once more when Steven’s pace changed, stimulating your cunt once more and bringing that familiar heat back into your stomach.

“You’re doing so good, love. Keep this up for me, yeah?” He asked.

As soon as you nodded, you felt a change in the way you were being held. A hand gripped your breast firmly, squeezing it while his thumb stroked your nipple.

“You didn’t think Steven was going to let you off like that, did you?”

Another whine escaped your mouth at the presence of Marc yet again. You could easily tell he was fronting just by the roughness of his thrusts. How his hips moved against yours, where his hands often went and how tightly they would squeeze you.

They continued punishing you like that, with Marc fucking you hard and fast until you were about to cum only to switch to Steven to edge you with his slow and gentle movements.

Your entire body was quivering, your cunt abused yet unsated. The sheets beneath were soaked, both in sweat and your juices.

“Almost there, love. Hold back a lil’ bit longer and we’ll get you there.”

Tears were already staining your cheeks as you panted heavily, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took.

“Can’t hold back…please…” you whimpered, your back arching as you reached behind to grab onto Steven’s waist.

He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, “Marc, I think she’s learned her lesson.” Steven softly said.

Steven was just as exhausted, his breath fanning against the back of your neck, tickling you.

“You’re good, love.” It was the last thing he said before Marc took over again, wrapping your torso with his arm to reach for your clit.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Marc praised, pressing down on your bundle of nerves before tightening his grip around your body.

And then he fucked you, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to see how your cunt was taking in all of him.

Marc clenched his jaw, grunting at how slippery your cunt was yet so tight around his dick. His balls were so tight from holding back just as much as you were.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” He growled into your ear as he pounded into you until you were crying out his name.

Your orgasm was so strong it made your eyes cross and your body shudder. You could feel your cunt flutter around Marc’s cock over and over again.

Marc spooned you and held you close to his chest as you experienced aftershocks. He rubbed soothing circles against your stomach while kissing your cheek.

“Good girl, baby.” He whispered, “I know you got more in there. Can you give us one more?” He asked.

You were so out of it already but when you felt Marc’s cock throb inside of you, you whined and shook your head in response. Too exhausted and overstimulated, you weren’t sure if your body could take another round.

Swallowing thickly, you let out a soft whine, “I don’t think I can.”

Marc grunted, “Just one, baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock again before I do.” He said.

“Too much, Marc.” You whimpered despite the growing heat in your belly yet again.

Marc was quiet for a moment, you thought that he was going to let you off for now. Just as when you were about to doze off, Marc reached around to grab your face, squeezing it in his hand.

“Now that’s just disappointing. I thought you were our good little slut?”

That accent, thick and heavy— it was Jake.

You knew him but never spent a lot of time with him. He would only front whenever Marc or Steven needed protection. Or in this case, help in getting what they wanted.

If Marc was rough, Jake was brutal. It was his grip that often left bruises in their wake, reminding you that you were his just as much as you were Marc and Steven’s.

He further squeezed your face, turning it to him, “You’re gonna give us one more, you hear me?” He asked.

You nodded, mouth agape and at a loss for words. Whenever Jake was in charge, he always pushed you to your limits and well, you loved every second of it.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” He demanded.

You quickly obeyed, Jake smirked before spitting into your mouth.

“Atta girl.” He praised before sticking two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

You squealed when he moved his hips, thrusting into you at a steady yet powerful rhythm that made your body bounce. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the air, matching the smell of sweat and sex that lingered.

Jake was barely pulling his cock out from your cunt as he fucked you, ignoring how you were gagging on his fingers that was now shoved down your throat.

“That’s it, could feel your fucking pussy milking my cock.” He grunted.

Tears welled in your eyes yet again, pain and pleasure mixing into an entirely different sensation that was so addicting. It was painful yet you wanted more and more.

Jake removed his fingers from your mouth and brought it down to your pussy, slipping two of them inside and stretching you out even more.

His cock and two fingers inside, you didn’t think they’d all fit but here you were, taking all of them like a pathetic whore.

“More, come on. One more, you can do it. You don’t want to disappoint us, do you?” He asked but you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond.

“I asked you a question.” Jake grunted, slapping your face before wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you.

“Don’t…don’t wanna disappoint…” you stammered, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jake slapped your cheek again, “Keep your eyes open.” He said and you immediately followed, trying your best to keep them open.

“Good girl. So fucking obedient ‘cause you’re our slut, right? You’re our good little bitch.”

Jake's filthy words, his cock and fingers finally pushed you to the brim. You came with a silent scream, your body stilling and toes curling as you rode out your orgasm.

All you could remember was Marc taking over and him spilling his seed inside of you before praising you, “So good, baby. Did so good for us.”

It probably took you a couple of minutes to regain your consciousness because when you did, you were cuddled close to Marc’s chest.

His hand was rubbing your back, his touches were soft and gentle— it was Steven.

“Hi there, love.” He grinned, looking down at you.

Your eyelids fluttered as you beamed up, “Hi Steven.”

He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to your shoulders.

Marc might have turned your life upside down, but with Steven and Jake in the mix? It was like riding a goddamn roller coaster over and over again.

Besamé

jake lockley x reader (sort of a continuation of Clever Boy bc yall wanted jake)

read part 1 here (or don't it doesn't matter)

I'm not gonna translate the title or the pet names because if you're reading this you've read enough oscar isaac characters and jake lockley fics to understand basic romantic spanish, let's be so fr

Things had progressed smoothly in your budding relationship. Marc and Steven made up, all qualms about your affection gone. Jake, still hiding, had peeked out and you'd smothered him as well.

It was hard not to love you and Jake punched himself for doubting it. Of course you were perfect.

That morning was soft and warm, and he was up with the sun making breakfast. As much as he loved early morning cuddles, his stomach was so loud he worried you'd rouse.

Jake whistled quietly as he poured himself a mug of coffee, making sure to set yours by the coffeepot for after you ate. If you drank coffee before food you'd get a wicked stomachache.

Grinning, he nudged open the door tosee you rubbing your face sleepily, blinking in the light.

"Hi," you croaked, smiling blearily. Jake beamed, peppering your face in kisses. You smelled like sleep - still soft and comforting. Snorting, you pushed away his ticklish affection and made grabby hands towards his coffee.

"Yours is in the kitchen, my love," he said, "I made food."

Morning grogginess gone, you scampered after him, the smell of pancakes in the air. Jake watched lovingly as you ate, perusing the newspaper atop Steven's precariously balanced library.

"You've grown it out," you noted, gesturing to his upper lip. The mustache he'd been begging Marc and Steven to let him keep was blossoming. Steven was the only apprehensive one, frowning at the facial hair.

It itches, he grumbled from the headspace.

Jake waggled his eyebrows suggestively and blew you a kiss. "Sexy, ay, amor?"

You scrunched your nose and giggled. Then, realizing the time, you rushed up and tossed your napkin in the trash. "Gotta go, baby, sorry, I forgot I had an early morning!" You pressed a kiss to his cheek and hurried into the shower.

"Thanks for the food," you called over your shoulder. You grinned to yourself as you washed the suds from your body.

Marc and Steven had planned a little game on the evenings that Jake was asleep. See, both of them had officially asked you out and gone on dates, yada yada. Except for Jake. He, though arguably the most passionate, had yet to 'ask you out.' He was riding on the coattails of Steven's proposal and Marc's efforts, so to speak.

Not fair, really, Steven had mused to you, seeing as he didn't have to do anything for you to fall in love.

What are you proposing? You'd asked cheekily. He sniffed and turned away.

I don't think you should be all lovey with him until he actually works for it.

You had laughed. That's like taking candy from a baby. Poor Jake was too sweet for you to tease him like that.

Marc had chimed in. Yeah, well how come he gets a fat kiss every evening and it took you a month to give me a little peck?

That shut you up.

So, you'd schemed until a plan had been formulated. No kissing on the mouth, no touches, no nothing until Jake asked you on a proper date. Proper, Steven emphasized, not takeaway on the sofa.

Running a brush through your wet hair, you smiled at Jake and moved towards the door. Like clockwork, he leaned in for a kiss. You dodged his mouth and pressed two quick pecks to his nose. One for Marc, one for Steven. Jake awaited the third kiss bestowed to him, but you merely squeezed his hand and disappeared out the door.

Jake stood in the foyer, blinking in shock.

The dishtowel hung limply from his hands, grip loose with confusion.

"Que?" He murmured to himself, immediately raking his hand through his hair. You'd never done that...had he missed something?

Were you mad? You'd smiled at him, he'd made you breakfast, you laughed at his joke...was it the mustache? Ay, he thought you liked it!

Marc and Steven were awake but oddly silent. Steven had been with your last night, were you mad at him? No...no. Cheek kisses were for the other two, he always got the mouth. Cheek, mouth, cheek. One two three. Except now...only two?

While he fretted, Jake began to clean the kitchen. He'd never felt insecure with you. Should he? No. You were nice, you liked him, you always gave him a kiss before work. You had yesterday; he'd felt it from back in the headspace. Why not today?

Beso...he mourned quietly, absently running his fingers over his lips. Maybe it was the mustache. He'd shave it off, right now. That'd make Steven feel better, if not you. Jake tugged on his hair, eyes wide and worried.

"Ay, Marc," he hissed into the mirror, fumbling for his razor. "What's going on with her, huh? Yesterday was okay, si, then ¡Y entonce! I get nothing! Estoy confundido!"

Marc yawned lazily, smirking in the reflection. Jake's hand paused above his chin, and he narrowed his eyes. "What's that face for, eh? Why are you smirking like that?" His headmate shrugged, feigning disinterest.

Well, you know, he mentioned drolly. Jake dropped the razor and folded his arms.

"No, malo, I don't." Something was up. Steven was watching, eyebrows up to his hairline, but Jake didn't trust him either.

Marc was grinning now. You're not their boyfriend, Jake.

He gaped into the mirror, hot anger flashing in his veins. "Ay, that's not true! Maldito malo, how dare you say that! I love them just as much as any of you bastards-"

How many dates have you gone on? Steven piped up from the back, grinning cheekily. Jake opened his mouth but stopped.

Dios...he hadn't taken you on a date?

"Wait, wait," he muttered, chin in hand. That couldn't be right, you spent time with him almost every day. You'd gone on drives and to the park and the library...

"Oh my God," he breathed. "Ay, this is-" he fisted his hair in frustration, then whirled to glare at his friends.

"No, it can't be that! Yesterday I still didn't date them and they gave me a kiss, right smack on the lips! You're full of shit, Spector, that can't be it."

He wiped the shaving foam from his face and slammed the bathroom door, ignoring Steven's giggles. Bullshit. You wanted a date? He would take you on a date, he'd take you on a date every day for the rest of your life if you wanted-

Share them with us, Steven protested at the idea. Jake bared his teeth in the reflection of his phone.

"Fat chance," he seethed. He'd get that kiss back.

Work had been a hassle. You scrubbed a hand over your face before sighing and making your way to the bus stop. It was a grey evening, and would start drizzling soon. Shivering, you walked faster, imagining the comforting warmth of your shared flat.

You smiled, thinking of Jake. Hopefully the boys weren't being too mean - it was a joke, after all.

Speak of the devil, a familiar black car was parked along the curb, and you paused.

"Jake?" You stepped up to the window and peered inside. Jake's glittering eyes grinned back at you. His hat was perched cockily atop his moussed curls and he unlocked the door.

You gleefully ducked inside, grateful to be out of the rain. He sat idly, tapping his fingers on his thighs while you buckled up, fluffing your hair in the mirror and looking over. He wasn't looking at you, peering with mild interest at the traffic outside.

"What's that pout for," you teased. "Oh, you've shaved!" You leaned over to inspect his smooth chin, but he angled away.

Huh?

You sat, gingerly placing your hand on his arm. Marc had spilled the beans, it seemed. The rain beat on the windows, pattering loudly in the silence.

Game on.

You adjusted yourself in your seat, folding your legs away from him. Without any real estate to rest his hand on, Jake fidgeted near the gearshift. He so badly wanted to reach out and burrow his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs, but he couldn't. Not yours to touch, Marc taunted.

Eyes steely, Jake peeled out of the parking lot and into the main road, humming to himself. This was so wrong. His lips tingled from neglect, and he was twitching to repress his need to kiss you all over. The soft music on the radio had you bobbing your head and tapping your fingers. He wanted to grab your hand and swing along like a seated waltz.

Nope. Not yet.

When Jake pulled up in front of your favorite Thai place, you frowned.

"Wh-"

His hand was on your jaw and his breath tickled your ear. "I'll take you on a date," he growled, "but after this, you better knock it off." His tone was harsh but his grip gentle, rubbing a slow circle beneath your ear. You met his eyes innocently.

"Knock what off?"

He made a sound low in his throat and tore away, stalking around the car to throw your door open.

"What a gentleman," you cooed, pecking his jaw. He scowled, mentally urging your lips to gravitate towards his supple pout. No cigar; you grabbed his hand and led him inside.

It was warm and smelled divine, so you settled in with a smile. Jake gave a small smirk in return, foot bumping yours under the table. Your nose scrunched adorably and you bopped him right back. The two of you went back and forth, smothering giggles until the waiter took your order.

The quiet was pleasant this time, the stiffness having lifted in the spirit of warm food. As you ate and laughed, Jake's hand found his way to yours across the table.

"I'm sorry, corazon," he said, eyes wide and genuine. Your heart cracked a little bit, and you felt the tiniest bit of guilt. He looked like a kicked puppy, all begging and earnest. Caressing his palm, you squeezed back.

"Te amo," you whispered, poking him with your chopsticks. Jake sighed with relief, a crooked smile on his face. See, you bastard fools? He gloated to his headmates, 'not their boyfriend my ass.' Pendejos, both of you.

You saw the smirk on his face and cocked your head. "Don't be mean," you chastised playfully, "it's not their fault you didn't have the balls to ask me out."

Jake sputtered around his food, looking at you with bewilderment. Cackling, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, smiling against his lips. He tasted warm and familiar, like home. Stupid game, you lamented, forcing me to miss out on this.

He pulled you to his side of the booth, trailing down your neck and back up to your soft lips. Your hair was soft against his cheek and he beamed.

His rough hands cupped your chin lovingly, eyes sparkling with joy. You're so pretty, he fawned, kissing you again. A blush spread over your cheeks and you hid in his neck. he could feel your smile against his skin, and he pulled you back up for another round.

"Besame, por favor," he murmured, licking gently into your mouth. your hands fisted gently in his shirt, and he intertwined your fingers gently. Pulling back, you nudged his nose with yours.

"Take me home, lover boy."

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Enemies to Lovers with Jake Lockley

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

guys i read a fanfic where reader is dating steven and marc is in love with her and they end up dating but she's like anemic or has an iron deficiency and almost passes out and he freaks out. please someone say they know what i'm talking about.

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you not say “I love you back” when they leave based on the internet trend below: https://youtu.be/8mgnRIf3eG8?si=lhOPm1_xxKoC1vVN

Steven:

Steven is at the door with his satchel and coffee in hand.“I’m leaving for work, love. Have a good day! Love you.

“Bye, cutie! Have a great day!”, you respond.

Thinking you didn’t hear him, Steven repeats himself again. You responded the same way.

Steven then closes the front door of your shared flat.“You didn’t say it?”

You look at him confused.“Say what?”

“That you love me”, he replied.

“But you know I love you.”

He gives you those puppy dog eyes.“Say it back. I can’t start my day right without your sweet words. ”

You run up to him and kiss his lips.“I love you.”

Steven smiles. “I love you too.”

He then kisses your forehead before heading out.

Marc:

Marc is heading out to do a job for Khonshu out of the country. “I’ll be back in a few days. Take care of yourself. I love you! ”

“Stay safe!”

Marc closes the door instantly. “Babe, did I do something?”

You look at him confused. “No, why?”

“I said I loved you and you didn’t say it back.”

You stay silent.

He closes the door. “I’m not going. Not until you say it back. Something could happen out there…”

“Babe, nothing will happen. You know the suit protects you.”

“I need to leave knowing you love me.”

“Oh Marc, come here…”

Marc walks over to you. You give him the most passionate kiss you can. After a few seconds, you step away.

“I love you.”

A wave of relief washes over him. “Thank you! Was that so hard? Nevertheless, I love you too.” He leans in to kiss you again.

Though the kiss starts to get heated, you pull away. “Marc, don’t you need to leave?”

He gives you that smirk. “I can spare a few minutes.”

Jake:

Jake is heading to the store to pick up a few things for dinner tonight. “I’m about to head out. See you in thirty minutes. I love you.”

“Bye.”

Jake’s voice rings through again. “Love you.”

“Bye, baby.”

Jake begins walking to where you are lying in your shared bed.

You begin giggling.

“Alright then. If you’re not saying it, I’m taking you with me.”

You look at him confused. “What do you…ah!!”

Jake picks you up in his arms as he carries you out the door over his shoulder. “Babe, I’m in my pajamas and have no shoes on.”

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you calling them by their first name based on the internet trend below: https://youtu.be/3FOLHWDY-4c?si=ZXIl1UkcNSCdvaZ4

Steven:

You and Steven have spent the day cleaning up around the flat and running errands around the city. Therefore, you both decided it would be best to unwind by reading in bed together.

Steven comes back into your bedroom with two mugs of tea for the both of you. You peck his lips in thanks.

“Hey Steven, before you sit down, can you please pass me that book on your nightstand?”

He turns around quickly. “Who is that?”

You giggle. “Steven, can you please pass the book over?”

Steven looks at you with those puppy eyes you love so much.“Why did you call me, Steven?”

“Because It’s your name, silly.”

“I’m not Steven. I’m your honey bunny.”

“Steven…”

“Honey bunny!”

“Steven…”

“ I’m not, Steven. I’m your honey bunny and that’s that.”

You smile and nuzzle into his chest. “Yes, you are.”

Marc:

You and Marc are watching a show on television, scrolling through your phones. Then something interesting comes up that reminds you of Marc that you just had to show him.

“Hey Marc, can I show you something?”

He looks up from his phone. “What did you just say?”

You start repeating your question again.“Can I show you some…?”

“I heard that part. I meant before that.”

“Hey Marc…?”, you say confusedly.

“Oh shit… what day is it?”, he starts checking his phone and looks up at the calendar.

No important dates. He thinks. Did he leave the toilet seat up? Did he forget to do the dishes? Did he leave on a mission without giving her a goodbye kiss before leaving?

“Hello. Earth to Marc…Baby, are you okay?”

“You called me baby? You aren’t mad at me?

You giggle.“No. But I was worried you were upset.”

There’s a few seconds of silence before Marc engulfs you in a hug. “I love you.”

You wrap your arms around him. “I love you too, baby.”

Jake:

Jake is currently working on his car outside of the flat. As a good girlfriend, you decide to go out and offer him some refreshments.

When you get outside, you see him working under the hood of his car.

“Hey Jake, I brought you some water and…”

You then hear Jake hit his head against the hood of the car as he mutters some curse words in Spanish.

You look at him concerned. “Jake, are you okay?”

“Cariño, stop calling me that!”, he says exasperated.

“What, by your name?”

“My name is Jake to you. It’s babe, baby, or daddy”, he says, giving you a smirk.

“Jake!”, you giggle.

“That’s it! He carries you over his shoulders and “You won’t be calling me Jake after this.”

“But your car…”, you start saying before he quickly interrupts you.

“Forget the car. I have more important matters to attend to”, he says as he enters your flat and locking the door.

How Would the Moon Boys React: To you wearing something sexy

Steven:

Looks at you in amazement as he admires your body all around. As if you were a deity of some sort, he brings one of your hands to his lips. He then goes onto telling you how beautiful you are as well as how fortunate he is to have you in his life.

Marc:

Straightens himself out before telling you to sit on his lap. This leads to a heated make out session that then leads to cuddling, with you still sitting in his lap. Though silent, both your actions are those filled with love and respect for one another.

Jake:

Gives you the look before walking over to you, carrying you over his shoulder and into the bedroom. The night being filled with endless love making with sweet touches and whispered sweet nothings to one another being exchanged between you both until morning.

How Would the Moon Boys React: To the Towel Prank: https://youtu.be/uECGeNk4cd0?si=e9RLZKJ2f7oymQt1

Setting the scene for all the situations with the boys:

You recently have seen the towel prank online and decided to try it out on your boyfriend(s). Therefore you set everything up in the bathroom by making it look like the camera is recording with the music playing in the background, dancing to it as you wear a strapless shirt and pair of shorts under your towel.

Steven:

When Steven walks into the bathroom to see you dancing in your towel, he decides to join in the fun. The moment you take off your towel, Steven’s eyes widen as he pushes you out of the camera to cover you up. This results in you both accidentally falling down, laughing with one another at the silliness. Nevertheless, he is relieved to see you aren’t actually naked and that nothing was being filmed.

Marc:

Marc looks at you a bit awkwardly when he finds you dancing in your towel in the bathroom. Once you take off your towel, he jumps in front of the camera. Once he sees you are wearing clothes under your towel, he gives you an evil look before pressing kisses to you all over your face.

Jake:

Jake gives you a seductive look as he sees you dancing to music in your towel. Before you can fully open your towel, Jake is already ahead of you and is already covering you from the camera’s view. Carrying you and having you wrap your legs around his waist as you look into each other’s eyes with love.

A/N: In case it wasn’t obvious, Marc and Jake were already aware of the plan you had. Hence they weren’t freaking out the way that Steven was.

What Would Couple Costume would the Moon Boys partake in with you for Halloween:

Sorry if this is too early for anyone but I already had some ideas ☺️

Steven:

Because Steven is your Prince Charming.

Marc:

Because he is your hero.

Jake:

Because he is your romantic.

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 08.08.2022

𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 07.06.2024

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