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SERIES

RED FLAGS  | 🔞Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way. Or alternatively: You get to use that ankle restraint on Steven and sit on his beautiful face.

Hamster Days | Your cozy days and adventures with Hamster Steven!

ONE SHOTS

STEVEN GRANT

Gift of Min 🔞

Innocent 🔞

Full 🔞

I Need Some Sleep 🔞

Cherry Lips 🔞

Rainy Days 🔞

MARC SPECTOR

Mirror’s Edge  co-written @thirstworldproblemss 🔞

Fit to Burst  co-written @thirstworldproblemss 🔞

Min Redux 🔞

Say it too 🔞

Merciless 🔞

Keep me inside 🔞

Colorblind 🔞

Love Bites co-written @thirstworldproblemss 🔞

JAKE LOCKLEY

Killing Me 🔞

Miscellaneous

The Mummy Universe

Meet Doctor Steven Grant

DRABBLES

My Funny Valentines

I need some sleep 2.0 🔞

Sick as a dog

Date at the Cinema

THE MOON BOYS REACTING TO Y/N GETTING INTO A CAR ACCIDENT

Warning: mention of hospital and injuries

A/n: Please don't read if this triggers any bad memories of yours; I wrote this to comfort myself. Thank you and have a good day ^^

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

Marc probably hid this news from Steven because he thought you would get better quickly, and therefore he could save Steven from a mental breakdown.

But Steven can sense something is wrong: how you rarely show up, how Marc looks away when your name is mentioned, how you never answer your phone.

At first, he thought you didn't want to be friends anymore and he was so sad.

Any talk with Marc about "Y/n" got shut down quickly and just left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Until one day he took over Marc's body and realized he was standing in a hospital, the  distinct odor made him feel nauseous.

"Excuse me? Mr.Spector? Usual visiting time today, right? You can go in now; they're waiting" A nurse came up and spoke to Steven; it seemed like she knew Marc.

Steven was so confused, he was about to leave and go back home. "I'm sorry, who is waiting for me?".

The nurse shot him a questioning look and blinks a few times. "The...doctor and Y/n Y/l/n? In room number 1? I'm sorry. Have I mistook you with someone?".

Steven can't believe his ears, his legs turn into jelly, and he falls back down on the hard floor. His mind gets swarmed with so many emotions.

He had to hold himself back, chocking from a sob that was coming.

You were in an accident, a car accident, all this time, and Marc had the audacity to hide it from HIM.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...Oh no...Oh..." Steven can barely contain himself when he sees you in the hospital bed; he is scared to even touch you.

Overall, when it comes to Steven, a lot of tears will be involved, even when he tries his best not to cry.

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

A call from your phone number is all it takes.

He picked it up as usual, but instead of your voice, it was a person saying "Sir, are you Marc? You are listed as an emergency contact An accident happened; I need you to go to—".

Marc ends the call so quickly and fumbles with his jacket, his hands shaking from what he just heard.

Oh dear, he is frantic and wants to be near you all the time.

Will have at least one fight with the nurse or the doctor because he just refused to leave you alone.

"SIR, THE PATIENT NEEDS REST" - "I WILL BE QUIET".

And as I said before, he will hide everything from Steven; it's not on purpose; Marc just wants to help you get better as soon as possible, before Steven can notice.

(That backfired quickly)

Marc never told anyone, but he has slept in the hospital hallway, on the bench, on a chair, anywhere he can.

He couldn't miss the doctor's update about your situation.

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

One step away from committing a crime.

Arguing with the nurse and doctor in Spanish.

But never with you.

Never.

Jake doesn't treat you any differently than before.

It is still the same lovesick look.

He would hold and kiss your hands whenever he got the chance.

Jake will talk a lot too, engaging in conversation—anything to keep your little head forgetting about the pain.

While Steven is too scared to say anything and Marc is worried about your health, Jake is there to comfort you.

Cry all you want, but cry in his arms, please.

How cruel do you have to be to keep a man from touching you?

Hi could I please request with any of the moon boys afternoon in the public library selecting a lot of books because they keep finding different ones by author's you love and they're carry them all and the elderly lady behind the counter thats been watching says that they are a lovely young man and a keeper. Thank you 💜 😊

Escape (Jake Lockley x reader)

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A/N: EEEE THIS WAS A CUTE IDEA. I had done something similar with the other two babies, so I hope you don’t mind me choosing Jake <3 yes the most unlikely place you’ll find this man is the library but let's go with it hehe.

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Love can be blinding, and Jake feels like it is blaring in his ears through sonnets and poems. He learned from you that to love is to not hurt, but to let things be. To love is to be free. Your tender beauty and kindness had been his pride’s undoing. He didn’t realise that his heart got snatched away until it started beating by the song of your own heart.

The first time he met you, nothing in this universe could have prepared him for the blinding reality that he was going to face. He was so caught off guard by your appearance that he seemed to forget his own name. You had flagged down his cab, hair bellowing in the wind as the first droplets of rain hit the windscreen of his cab.

You immediately had struck up a conversation with him, jabbering away about how a crow stole your bagel in the morning. Jake couldn’t help but laugh at your story, letting your soothing voice rub at his hardened edges.

“Here, call this if you ever have another bad day. You don’t have to flag another cab, just give me a call.” Jake found himself saying, slipping you a note along with your change.

“Oh, you’re too sweet, you don’t have to do this!” You sighed but in reality, you wouldn’t know whether you had the willpower to not call him immediately after he dropped you off at the place you needed to be at.

And that’s exactly what you did. Jake Lockley, the handsome cabbie, became one of your closest friends. He had a sense of humour that made you feel at home, you’d always end up laughing a little too hard when Jake would cook up a joke. Soon, you were sitting in the front seat of his cab and he switched out his newspaper boy cap with sunglasses that complemented the vibe of his curly hair. You often found yourself looking longingly at him wherever he would blast the radio and start singing along to your favourite songs.

Today, you asked him whether he wanted to hang out at the library and he immediately texted you a yes, picking you up in less than 20 minutes. Jake watched as you rolled the window down, letting the wind blow in your hair as you smiled blissfully. The weather was tolerable and Jake was extremely happy. Your leg bounced as it usually did and Jake fought the urge to place his hand on your thigh and steady it, instead choosing to grip the steering tighter.

You skipped up the stairs of the library once you got there, and Jake followed you, absolutely mesmerised by the spring in your step. Once you realised that you were getting too far away from Jake, you hung back and took a hold of his hand, surprising him. He lurched forward, his chest colliding with your back. He immediately murmured his apology, still in awe with you.

You breathed in deeply, the scent of the library filling your lungs with a deep memory. Your grandma used to bring you here and read you books and she encouraged your love for them.

“If you wanted to escape, this is the safest way to do it, child.” she used to say and that's what you did every weekend.

Why did you bring Jake with you then?

The question plagued your mind as you pulled him through rows of books, the sound of Jake’s boots thudding against the carpet the only thing keeping you held down to Earth. Slowly, you let go of Jake’s hand and trailed off, absolutely enamoured by the books before you. Jake slowly drifted off too, his headmate begging for him to pull one of the books that he really needed from the shelf.

Jake rolls his eyes and pulls the book before turning to look for you. All his eyes saw were the rows of books, you nowhere in sight. Jake shakes his head and smiles to himself, gently tapping the spine of the book with the palm of his hand. It wasn’t long before he found you. A stack of books were balanced on your hip and supported by one of your arms, the other hand holding a book too close to your face as you scanned the page. You readjusted yourself as one of the books began to slip from the stack and Jake hurried forward.

He eased out the books from your grip and held onto them. You turned and smiled at him, blinking up at him with big eyes that made him feel mushy inside. You stood on your toes and placed the book you were holding on top of the pile Jake was holding, before placing a soft kiss on his cheekbone. Jake’s face flamed red hot. He’d never been kissed on the cheek before and he didn’t know how to react.

“Thanks.” he mumbled and his headmates roared with laughter like an old Hollywood laugh track.

“You’re welcome.” you smiled and turned, walking towards the next shelf, feeling proud of yourself for that move.

“She’s walking you like a dog, mate!” Steven chuckled as Jake began to float behind you again.

“As if you won’t literally pass out if you were fronting.” Jake huffed under his breath.

You frowned at the shelf, realising the book you wanted wasn’t there. You decided to ask Beatrice, the little old lady at the counter to check the records for you. Beatrice was already smiling at you, her favourite regular but there was something odd about her smile.

“Heya, Ms. Bea! I just need a title searched in the system.” you politely asked with a smile.

“Hi, darling, sure.” with a few taps of her keyboard, she announced where the book was and you grinned excitedly, almost uttering your thanks when Beatrice smiled at you again.

“You aren’t going to introduce me to the beautiful boy hiding behind the books?” she asked, and gave you a pointed look and your eyes widened instantly.

“Uh, yea! This is Jake, Jake this is Ms. Beatrice!” you quickly introduced them.

Jake carefully set the books onto the counter and took the lady’s hand, kissing the back of it. Beatrice giggled like a school girl and you gave Jake an exasperated look.

“Oh, dear, I most definitely approve. This one here is a keeper, alright.” Beatrice says and now it was your turn to cosplay a red tomato.

Jake let out a beautiful laugh that ringed deep in your heart.

“Really, trust me, my husband was like you, still is, comes here everyday bringing me lunch. I thought romance was dead but I’m so glad to see it blooming amongst the paths of unsaid words.” Beatrice says, clutching her and to her heart as she looks between the two of you.

Jake and you were frozen to the spot, your eyes as big as owls. You snapped out of it first, thanking Beatrice and pulling Jake with you, who quickly scooped the pile of books in his arms and followed you.

You quickly found your reading corner and sat down, Jake following suit.

“Sorry about Beatrice.” you say after the loud thudding of your heart settled.

“Why are you sorry about Beatrice?” Jake was taken back, out of all the things you could have said, you choose to say that.

“You’re probably weirded out by what she said, about romance and all.” you mumbled, hanging your head.

Jake was still confused at your words, trying to absorb them as silence enveloped the two of you.

“You know what, I really do not know what to say, so I’m just gonna show you.” Jake says, lifting your chin up and leaning towards you before you could make out what was going on.

His lips met yours so gently that you thought he had touched your lips with flower petals. Your eyes were wide open and you struggled to comprehend what was happening. Jake snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, making your mouth drop open with a gentle lick of his tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed and you found yourself losing yourself to the momentum that had been caused by Jake hurling your relationship past the cliff of a very unknown cavern.

You were kissing Jake, you were kissing Jake fucking Lockley.

He pulled away first, keeping his face incredibly close to you.

“Okay, now I know what to say. I’m not the kind that particularly chooses to love romance but I think I’ll be okay if it is with you.” he shrugged. “Besides, I also think I don’t mind you seeing me old and wrinkly like Ms. Bea’s husband.”

You were stunned, this was not the way you intended your day to go. Your eyes welled up in tears and you busied yourself by taking Jake’s hand in yours and kissing his knuckles before holding it close to your chest.

“I was in love with you the second you threw the door of my cab open. Didn’t expect you to call at all, but when you did I felt like I took my heart and threw it at you, to hear your voice through my phone, that was everything to me.” Jake continued, gazing lovingly into your watery eyes.

“I might be in love with you too, Lockley.” you sigh, a teardrop escaping as your eyes closed. “Everynight, you’re in my dreams and you’re my escape.”

Jake let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and gathered you close. It was going to take a lot to get him away from you. You soon found yourself with your head in his lap, your longing drifting into pure bliss as his soft poetic voice filled the air with beautiful words.

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Can we get some fluffy sweet Jake lockley hcs?

Jake the closet softie 💖

- Jake likes to take bubble baths with you, choosing a warm scented bubble bar that you both like and filling up the tub with hot water to get the suds going, ready for you to come home and hop right in

- after a bath together (sometimes he just lets you sit in the bath and he sits outside of it to keep you company and scrub your back), he wants you glued to his side. No, really, he’s pressing himself into your chest for cuddles, and he rubs his face like a cat until you start raking your fingers through his hair.

- Jake looooves pampering you, loves to buy you gifts and take you shopping. He carries all the bags in one hand while holding your hand in the other. Watches you try on a bunch of clothes and sits there rating each piece until you realize he’s been saying yes to everything 😂

- Jake likes candles. On your shopping trip, you always make sure to pass the candle shop so he can spend a solid chunk of his time there, sniffing the new collection and picking one to go home with. There’s already so many on every surface in the apartment but you like feeding this habit of his. He lights them when he turns the lights out, when he goes through his nightly routine to settle in and you can tell how much peace it brings him.

- Jake likes taking care of himself, too, sometimes, resulting in half your skincare products being used by him as he goes through the 6 step process (in the correct order, mind you).

- cuddles before bed is a must. This includes soft smooches and sweet words of affirmation shared between the two of you while your bodies are barely a centimetre apart 🖤

Paper butterflies

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

summary: instances when moon boys found safety and love in your hands.

Who holds the reins of my desires if not my hands? My hands—my body’s gates of tenderness, the tools of my wonders, be they violent or gentle, be they both.

Natalie Diaz, from The Hand Has Twenty-Seven Bones—: These Hands If Not Gods

a/n: inspired by this lovely art piece.

genre: mostly domestic fluff

warnings: mention of nightmare, verbal harassment, swearing, slight violence

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• You place your hand on table corner, cupping the sharp edge so Steven doesn't accidentally hit his head when he bent down to pick up the spoon he dropped, the little gesture didn't go unnoticed by Steven.

To you, it was an instinct, most natural thing. Steven was baffled. No one loved him like you—you loved him intentionally and subconsciously, like every beat of your heart.

"You want some?" you stretch out your hand, holding out a small bowl of strawberries in front of him.

"Love?"

You hum in response, already chewing a piece of strawberry, juice dripping slightly down your lips.

He outstretches his hand, touching your cheek gently. He leans closer, pressing his lips on yours, his tongue swirling around the strawberry juice.

"Oh". No matter how many times Steven had kissed you before, his kisses still left you feeling giddy.

"Thank you, Y/n/n"

"Whatever for?"

For everything you are and everything you do.

"Nothing" he shakes his head. A mellow smile adores his handsome face.

• "Let me see"

Marc volunteered to chop the vegetables while you cooked, accidentally knicking his thumb finger.

"It's nothing, I'm alright, babe" he brushes you off and watches your eyebrows meet together in worry.

You ignore his words, giving him a 'what' look when his lips curved up in a smile. It doesn't matter if your boyfriends are the moon knight system, when they get remotely hurt in front of you, you panic.

"You've seen me get bloody many times before" he takes your fumbling fingers in his.

"I don't care if you are moon knight and have magical healing powers, you are my still my baby and I'm allowed to worry about you even if you dress up in your fancy suit with that silly cape and fight" you move past him to grab a band-aid from the first aid kit.

"The cape is not silly!"

Khonshu hit his staff on the floor.

Marc chuckles. "Hey, don't hate the cape", his thumb circles the top of your hand absent mindedly, "I saved you with that cape twice" he says, the smile never leaving his face once.

"How dare you talk about my powers like this? you little worm!" his voice booms.

"Khonshu is not happy to hear that" Marc chuckles again.

"Where is he standing?"

"On your right"

You turn your head to your right and stick your tongue out at Khonshu.

"Odd little mortal"

Now amusement laced Khonshu's voice, his earlier annoyance lessened.

• Khonshu have seen Jake smile once or twice maybe.

But when Jake was around you, that act came to him easily, natural as his skills with guns.

You two decided it was a nice evening was a casual stroll around the park, the fresh air and all. Besides, it would be nice to chill with Jake, you thought.

"Jake" you call out, watching him walk ahead of you.

"What is it, querida?"

"You dropped something"

His eyebrows furrow as he pats his pant pockets to check if he dropped something.

"This" you slip your hand into his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

He chuckles, "You are so cheesy, cariño"

"Oh, you like it", you smile back, watching the way his eyes crinkle and lights up his whole face. There is so much spark in his deep brown eyes—warm and tenderness.

He brings your interlaced fingers to his lips and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. This little gesture spreads warmth through your entire chest.

If Khonshu had eyeballs he would roll his eyes, Jake thought. But he ignored the God of the moon, continued to hold your hand for the rest of the walk.

• You knew Steven reads a lot. You wanted him to have something pretty for bookmarks. What better way to make it by yourself? After watching many pinterest and youtube videos, you made those cute butterfly bookmarks in different colours with different patterns on them.

"Yes, love?" he says, when you called him to get his attention. His gaze is still glued to his book.

You stride towards him to stand near his desk. "Pick one" you say, holding out your closed fists in front of him. Your grasp was gentle not to crush the butterfly bookmarks you are holding.

A small smile forms on his face, he closes the book and pulls down his glasses, taking it off and placing it next to the book. "This one" he touches your left fist, with that sweet smile still gracing his face.

You slowly open them to reveal a bright orange butterfly bookmark. You eventually open your right hand too revealing a blue one. "Since you are cute, you can have this too"

"Oh, these butterflies are lovely!"

"These are bookmarks, I know how much you like reading, so I wanted you have something cute, I know it's not much-"

He couldn't focus on your words.

You had his whole heart. How is it possible to love someone this much? He felt like his heart is about to leap out of his chest.

The smile on his face widens, "Oh, darling". He gently takes off those bookmarks and places them safely on his desk. He then pulls you on his lap, taking your face between his hands, he presses the softest kiss ever, as if physically giving you his love for you.

• It wasn't new to see your boyfriends have nightmare in the middle of the night. Marc had the most nightmares, Steven would have them too. But it was a bit surprising when you saw Jake screaming in his sleep.

"Hey, hey, Jake, Jake..." you didn't shake him too hard in case if it made him even more alarmed. You prop yourself to sit and switch on the bed side lamp. "Jake, babe, you need to wake up, it's okay..." you touch his chest, trying to shake him.

He screams, his hand clutching the left side of his neck. He jolts up still screaming, his eyes opening.

Even though you don't see his face clearly in the dark, the dim light from the lamp illuminates his face. His eyes are wide with panic, darting around the surrounding.

"Hey, hey, it's just me" you carefully touch his shoulder. "Baby, it's okay, you are safe now, you are safe..." you half whisper, keeping your voice gentle.

The panic in his eyes vanishes slightly when he hears your voice and sees you next to him.

Not saying a word, he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest.

Oh, God. What kind of nightmare he just had?

You don't dare to ask. You hold him tightly as he is holding on to you. "I'm here now, you are safe" you repeat it again, rubbing his back in soothing gesture. "It's okay, baby, it was just a bad dream, you are with me here now, you are safe..." you continue to whisper calm things in his ear, until you feel his breath becomes steady and uneven. You press light kisses to his head in between saying those comforting words.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He replies few seconds later, "no".

You didn't want to push him. You gently run your fingers through his hair. "Want me to punch the monster under the bed?" you joke, in an attempt to ease the situation.

He don't say anything but you could feel him smile against your chest, then a slight chuckle.

That's more than enough for you. "You are safe now, baby" you say it again, like a promise. You kiss his forehead.

You stayed up for a while to make sure he was completely calm and sleeping peacefully as he could be in your arms.

• A jerk at bar decided it would be fun to mess with you despite you making it clear you aren't interested. He cursed you out and moved away. You sent a glare in his direction before walking back to Marc.

"Is everything alright?" he instantly rushes to your side after seeing your annoyed face.

"Don't worry, I'm good" you smile at your man, trying to assure him, "Just a creep"

Anger flashes in his eyes. "Did he bother you? Where is he?" he clenches his jaw.

"Marc, it's okay. I got it handled. We are here to have fun remember?" you rub his arm up and down, calming him down.

He didn't want to ruin the night for you so he put on his best smile and kissed the side of your head. "Let me get our drinks. The usual?. He can be peaceful for you tonight.

"The usual" you smile back at him.

Moments later, you turned your head to hear a slight commotion.

It's that same jerk who verbally harassed you arguing with Marc. He 'accidentally' spilled drinks on Marc and now smiling like a smug bastard.

You roll your eyes in annoyance.

Why was Marc trying to smooth things over when it's not his fault?

You storm towards the jerk, staring right in his face. "Hey asshole, shut the fuck up or I'll make you shut up"

"What did you say, bitch? The fuck you gonna do? Cry? Run to your man?", he laughs mockingly.

"What did you just say to her, you piece of shit?" Marc lost his patience.

Before Marc could get to that jerk, you clenched your fist perfectly and throw a strong punch to his jaw.

"Or that" you shrug, shaking your fingers. You take a glass of drink from nearby table and chug it in one go.

He cradles his jaw, blood spilling from his mouth, his gaze was devoid of mockery, now full of anger and fear.

"Now, apologise to my man" you gripped his collar with a death glare.

My man.

Marc couldn't help but smile.

"Geez! Sorry, man" he admits, defeated.

"That's better" you let go off him.

"So much for fun" Marc smirks.

"I had fun" you smile sweetly. " I know you could take him out, but no one messes with my man and leaves. No one"

"I'm proud of you, baby" he kisses your knuckles. "That was so damn hot" he whispers in your ears, making you chuckle.

"Our girl is a badass"

"Agreed"

You never showed them your tough side before.

All of your boys are absolutely in awe and turned on. Oh, you are definitely going to have fun that night, alright.

These two chapters are everything I need in life

Lose The One 

pairing (s): marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: this is a part two to glimpse of us

word count: 6.6k

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The queasy feeling in your heart should’ve been able to stop you from going to their home. The unexplainable anxiety boiling in your chest should’ve been able to make you stay in the comfort of your bed, instead of standing in front of their door, which was left ajar. The confusion bubbling in your mind should’ve been able to tell you that nothing good was happening. 

You should’ve walked away, then perhaps your heart could still be saved. 

But curiosity and worry struck you in the heart, and with a leap of faith, you walked into their home. Deciding against calling out their names— whoever was fronting at the time— You stayed silent.

Then you heard his voice, Steven’s, in the bathroom. A soft smile grew on your face, as you could tell he was having a conversation with Marc and Jake. You had encountered it a few times before, whether it was just them having a civil conversation or arguing about things that did not matter.

Walking closer towards the bathroom, you thought it was just a fun banter between them, the one which could entertain you as you thought they were being adorable—But you had never been so wrong in your entire life.

“I’m not letting you break her heart, Marc!”

Steven’s voice was dripping with fury, and you had never heard him speak that way before. A part of you was telling you to leave, but another was telling you stay and listen, and when you heard your name spilling from his mouth, you knew they were talking about you and there was no way you wanted to leave now.

“We— We’re protecting her. That’s what we are doing.”

Steven was unsure, and it was clear from the way his voice wavered, but he still stood firm on what he believed in. You had no idea what Marc was telling him, and you wished you could hear what was making Steven so angry. 

“We are not telling her the truth. She would leave.” 

The words came out as a whisper, and you would have went to him to give him a hug if he did not let out a scoff, glaring at the mirror as if it was the most sickening sight he had ever laid his eyes on.

“She would leave if she knows we have been lying to her, Marc.”

At his words, something inside of you recoiled in pain. You did not know if you could listen to him any longer, but it was as if your feet was glued to the floor, and you could not leave. 

“Do you really want to tell her that we have been using her? That we have never really loved her the way she thinks we do?”

You had never experienced heartbreak before. You always wondered how terrible it must be, to let someone have a hold over your fragile heart, and to watch as they drop it on the ground, stomping it with their own bare feet. Now that Steven’s words rang in your head, you knew how painful it was. How terrifying it was. 

They did not love you the way you thought they did.

“She’s so kind to us, so loving, so perfect. We can’t tell her the truth. It would break her heart. I don’t want to hurt her, Marc.”

You had to bit the inside of your cheeks, holding back a sob that was crawling out of your tightened throat. The truth that they were lying to you, making you believe that they loved you to death was presented before you, and you wanted to scream at Steven for trying not to break your heart, when that was all he ever did. 

All these times, Steven was the one who had been hurting you in silence. You could not believe it. Never once did he forget to tell you that he loved you, and you ate up every single lie he fed you with. He was always careful with his touches, gentle with every kisses. He could never be the reason behind your tears. 

If they did not love you, then why would they pretend as if you were everything to them? 

“We need her, Marc. We would die without her.” 

The desperation in Steven’s voice was the answer you needed. They were keeping you for their own selfish reasons. Hot tears boiled in your eyes, and you felt like you were walking on a burning tightrope. They were everything to you. Everything.

A lone tear rolled down upon your face, watching as Marc took over from Steven who was close to tears. You almost let out a scoff, it was funny to see how he was the one who was betraying your trust, and yet he acted as if he was the betrayed one. He had manipulated you into believing that he was the sweetest among them, and you had fallen for it foolishly. 

“We are telling her the truth, Steven. We have to.” 

Marc was determined, as the truth was starting to haunt him in his dreams, like a shadow looming over him and trying to swallow him whole one day if he kept  on going like this— Lying and pretending to be in love with you when his heart had never been yours to keep.  

“I know you love her, Jake. But Steven and I don’t.” 

That was it. To hear it from Marc was like having him stab you in the heart, watching as it cracked and bled. A strangled sob escaped your lips, and you found yourself crying as everything came to you in a flash— Reminding you that everything they did and everything they said meant nothing to them when it meant the world to you. 

They were your whole world. 

“Y/N?”

Your sorrowful cries alerted Marc, and it ruined him when he saw you crying there, realising that you had heard everything. There was no turning back now. He had broken your heart, and you were going to hate him— Hate them. 

“I trusted you, Marc. I trusted all of you.” 

You were not screaming, and somehow Marc wished you were. Perhaps it would take the guilt off of his shoulders a bit if you showed him how furious you were. But you were holding it back, and all he could see when he looked you in the eyes was disappointment. 

“Y/N, we need you. I need you.”

He still had the audacity to tell you that he needed you when he lied to you, acting like you were the one he loved, when you meant nothing but source of comfort to him. You could not believe that you were gullible enough to let them lie to you like this. 

“You need me but you don’t want me. Is that what you’re trying to say?”

The disgust in your voice was enough to make him wince. You had never talked to him that way before. Not to him, not to Steven or Jake. You were always gentle with them, that sometimes he wondered if there was even an ounce of wrath in you. It seemed like he managed to bring it out of you, and he despised it. 

“You have never really loved me. Is that true?” 

Knowing the dreadful truth was going to kill you, but you had been living in lies for so long that you felt like you needed the truth to breathe. A piece of you wanted to strangle Marc when he let out a wistful sigh, the truth felt bitter on his tongue.

“I thought I loved you. But I didn’t.” 

He would forever be grateful of your presence in his life, that he would never lie to you about. When his wife had finally had enough, Marc thought it was the end of it, that he would never have someone who could love him like she did. But then he found you, or rather you found him— And you could love him more than she ever did. 

He wanted to feel your love and affection even if he knew there was no home for you in his heart. He could not live without you asking him if he was alright, he could not go on about his day without you sending him cute little messages throughout the day, and he could not sleep without holding you safe in his arms. 

When he realised he was not in love, it wrecked him. He wanted to be in love with you, truly he did. 

Marc knew nothing could excuse his mistake. He was greedy and selfish, loving the idea of you loving him so much that he would sacrifice your own heart for his needs. He deserved every single hatred you were going to throw on him, and he would understand. 

“You’re keeping me sane. You’re my reason, sweetheart. That’s why I lied to you, hoping that you would stay.” 

A fresh wave of tears streamed down your face, and as much as you wanted to walk away— You knew there was more. You needed to hear more from them, as they had been showering you in lies for far too long. You wanted to stop becoming the idiot in their story.

“You were planning to tell me, weren’t you?”

Marc nodded, holding back his tears as he knew he should’ve told you sooner. He was too consumed by his own selfish needs, that he disregarded the fact that you deserved to know the truth. You did not deserve to be in a loveless relationship. 

“I finally realised that you deserve to know. I can’t sleep knowing that I’m lying to the only person who sees her future with me. I can’t do that to you.”

He did not know what would happen now that the truth was revealed. Marc could already see you leaving him, and he would fall into a pit of sorrow and he would have no one to catch him. A life without you sounded so horrendous, but it was what he deserved. 

“I thought you were the one for me, Marc.”

He clenched his jaw, not wanting to break into tears in front of you. He was the one who was hurting you, and he did not want to make it seem like you were to be blamed. You always did that— Taking the blame for him when you should not. It was what keeping the fabricated relationship alive. 

“You were so distant and I thought I did something wrong. You never told me what it was, and you kept telling me that you loved me. Do you ever look at me and think of how stupid I am to be falling for your lies?”

Marc shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. He had never thought you as stupid. Every time he lied to you, he would see the way your eyes lightened up, and it was a look of nothing but love. You were so in love with him, foolishly so, but he was the stupid one. He was the one who was imprudent enough not to love you when he had the chance. 

Before he could tell you about his regrets, you saw the changes in his posture and the look in his eyes. You knew them too well to know who was fronting— Steven Grant. You used to give him your biggest smile, your warmest hug and your softest touch. But now you found yourself taking a few steps back, as if his presence was burning you. 

And Steven noticed that, of course, he did. He was not greeted with your sweet laughter or your loving hugs. Instead, he was met with you scowling at him, putting your distance with him like he was a stranger who could hurt you. It hurt him terribly but then he looked at your red and swollen eyes, realising that you were hurt, too.

“Love, please listen to me. I love you—“

“How dare you? You don’t love me, Steven. Stop lying!”

If you were not screaming before, you surely were screaming now. Frustration and anger were building up in your chest, waiting for the right time to be let out. Steven’s declaration of love was the only push you needed to show them how wretched you were. 

“Stop saying you love me when you don’t!”

He was not expecting you to yell at him. He thought if he took over from Marc, he could talk some sense into you, and perhaps he could make you stay with them. It was unwise of him to think that you would melt at the sight of him, when you already knew he was a liar. You were done being used by the man who you loved with all of your heart. 

“I love you, and it is not a lie. It’s just.. It’s just that I love her more.”

Steven said, shredding your heart into pieces, and you could feel the pain, crawling and tugging in your chest. Somehow knowing that Marc had never loved you was better than this. To hear that Steven loved somebody else, it painted your world in blue.

“I’m sorry, love. You’re perfect. You’re everything we need but—“

“But I’m not her.”

The breaking in your voice was enough to send him to tears. He did not even bother to stop himself from crying as the reality hit him hard, that you knew he was pretending to be in love with you, when his heart was hers from the start. You, the only person who could calm the storm in his head, now could not care less about him anymore. 

“Please don’t leave me.”

He begged, not caring at how pathetic he sounded, or the way Marc was scolding him in his head. He knew he did not deserve to be forgiven, and he should not asked you to stay, but he wanted you to stay with him. A piece of him still thought that he was the only person who could never hurt you, and that you were crying because of Marc and not him. 

How could he live without you? You were the comfort he needed. When you fell in love with him, he felt like the world was his. He never thought someone could love him as much as you did. You had so much love to give, and you never stopped showing him how in love you were with him. 

He saw the way you looked at Marc, and he saw the way you looked at Jake. You loved them endlessly, but Steven was convinced you loved him the most. You always gazed at him like he decorated the night skies with the brightest stars for you. He was the one for you. 

He always knew what to do and say to make you smile, and he took pride in making you happy. It was not like he was competing with Marc and Jake, but he wanted to be the one who make you the happiest in his presence. He lived to see your smile, and the sight of your tears hurt his soul, even if he was not the one who made you so distraught. 

“I love you.”

He said, once again, hoping that you would see that he could not go on with his life without you by his side. He was so used to having you with him, and he could see his downfall if you were not there to support him. His heart was hers, but he loved you, and it was always enough for you before. 

“You see her every time you’re with me, Steven. I’m everything she’s not and you want more. I’m just an understudy to you. That’s not love.”

You spat, thinking of the time when you put him on top, never once did you see him as someone who was using you for his own good. Steven tried to reach out for you, but you slapped his hand away, and that was when he knew nothing could stop you from leaving them. 

“How could you make me believe that you love me when you always think of her? Why would you do this to me, Steven?”

Your questions were left unanswered, as Steven could only shake his head, not knowing how to explain it to you. He did not know why did he do this to you, since you deserved so much more than to be with a liar. You were destined for happiness, and yet, he was robbing you from it. 

“I was being selfish.” 

The truth stung, but it had to be said, and he knew it was the answer you were looking for when you nodded weakly. Steven was known for pleasing you, worshipping the ground you walked on, loving you even on your worst days— But now you knew it was all a play pretend so he could keep you with him. 

He was pretending to love you, and nothing hurt more than being betrayed by the love of your life. 

“I hate you, Steven.”

The words rolled out of your tongue easily, that Steven flinched, shaking his head violently. No, you were not supposed to hate him. But there was no remorse in your eyes, and he knew you meant everything you said. You wanted to hurt him, and it was working. 

“Don’t— Don’t say that, love. You’re hurting me.”

Your heart would break at the sound of his devastation, but it was already shattered, hence you could only scoff at him, watching as tears spilled from his eyes. To see Steven’s crying was torturing you, but then again, he deserved to cry himself to sleep every night from now on. And he would no longer have you to wipe his tears away. 

He was not in love with you. He only loved the idea of being the good boyfriend you thought he was. The one who could make you find a way to make you laugh when you were on the verge of tears, the one who could make you smile when you were falling apart. 

In return, you loved him so much that you thanked the stars every night for letting you to be with a good man like him. 

“I wish I never fell in love with you, Steven.”

The words broke the last scaffolding holding you together, and more tears broke free with the anguish you had been keeping in. You wished you could turn back time, and maybe you could be saved from this sullen heartbreak. You shouldn’t have met Marc. You should’ve run when you still had the chance. 

The aching in your chest was growing, and you knew you had to leave. You could not bear the sight of him anymore, no matter who was fronting. Suddenly you felt so alone. The truth was like you against them. All of these times you have been the idiotic fool in their mess, letting yourself drowned by their beautiful lies. 

You were nothing but a pawn in their wicked game.

You were heading towards the door, heart heavy in your chest when he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking out of the door. You recognised the touch, it was not as gentle as Steven’s, but it was not as harsh as Marc’s. His touch always sent warmth rising in your chest, and it felt like your torn heart was stitching itself back together. 

“Jake, let me go.”

There was so much to say, your words died down in your throat. You wanted to lash out on him, but when you turned around to look at him, the world around you crumbled helplessly. You had never seen the man so miserable before, that it took everything in you not to give in and fall into his arms. 

“Forgive me, mi sol.” 

You were his sun. Jake felt like air was forced out of his lungs, seeing you with tears on your face, knowing that he was a part of the reasons behind every drop of them. You, who always had a bright smile on your lips, and it was replaced with a sad frown. The blinding gleam in your eyes had shimmered into glistening tears. 

He could not bear witness of the dying light in your soul. He had to save you, the way you saved him from losing himself to the darkness. 

“Was any of it real?”

Your question was like a punch to his gut. He felt weak on his knees. It was like his muscles were ripped out of his bones. The pain was nothing like he had felt before. You were doubting his love for you, when he was the one who poured his heart and soul into everything he did and said.

“Of course, it was real. I would never lie to you.”

“Never?”

Jake stiffened at how cold you sounded. He bit his tongue, knowing that he did lie to you, when he hid the fact that Marc and Steven were only using you. He lied to you when he knew they were betraying your trust. He lied to you in order to protect Marc and Steven, hurting you in the process. 

“Do you think I deserved it, Jake?”

With every word, it was intended to hurt him, and you did not even think twice as you wanted him to feel as hurt as you. Jake could only looked at you, knowing that he did this to you. He was losing the love of his life. 

“I love you so much, Jake. I love you…”

Your defeated whispers were tormenting him. It hurt him to think that he would never get to hear those words again from you, and now he was going to remember the way you said them with trembling lips and teary eyes. He was going to remember how disappointed you were with him. 

“I love you, Y/N. I swear I do.”

He said, pulling you into his arms as you let out the most heartbreaking cry he had ever heard. A great tremor overtook your body as you cried, and he let you, knowing that perhaps it could be the last time he would have the chance to hold and comfort you. He was losing you.

“Do you really love me? Please tell me the truth.”

You hated how frail you sounded, but your heart would not be able to take another lie. 

“I love you so much, princesa.”

His words were like a heavy chain, binding your soul to his. For a moment, you let yourself dream of what it would be like if it was only you and him. Perhaps you could still forgive him and let it go, but you knew it was impossible for you to forget everything when your heart was crushed mercilessly. 

“I know it’s hard for you to believe me. But I’m not lying when I say I love you.”

Jake did not know what to do to convince you that he was being truthful. Fear was suffocating him, and he started to feel lost, finding no love in your gaze on him. It was full of doubts, and he loathed it. 

“Did you know that they were using me?”

His grip around your waist loosened, and he did not need to say anything to tell you that he knew everything. He was aware that Marc only needed you to ground him, to make him feel like a person who could be loved and cared for. He saw that Steven only needed you to comfort him, when the world was far too cruel for him to endure. Jake was the missing piece of the puzzle of your heartbreak. 

“You knew, Jake. You let them hurt me.”

You hissed, getting out of his grasp as if his touch burned your skin. It tugged on his heartstrings when he realised that you were right. He claimed to love you, but then he allowed them to use you like you meant nothing to him. He said he was in love with you, but still he watched as they toyed with your feelings. 

“If I told you the truth, then you would leave us. Marc and Steven would be a mess without you. I was only protecting them.” 

He sounded like a complete jerk, saying that to you. And your next words was more painful than taking a bullet through his skull. 

“Wasn’t I worth protecting too?”

The raindrops on the window were like tears falling down your cheeks. It should bother you of how cold you were getting, but you felt like you were shivering out of anger. You wanted to scream at them, hitting them, or trashing their home, but now the sound of the rain was the only thing you could focus on. 

You did not even realise Jake was coming closer, not until you felt his lips on your head. The familiar feeling of warmth and adoration were creeping in, but they were quickly flushed down by your dejection. He did not protect your heart like he promised to. 

“I know you don’t deserve to be betrayed like this. I was scared that I would lose you. If you knew, you would leave me because you can see them when you look at me. I love you too much to live without you, mi sol.”

He was not good with words, but he needed you to hear everything he had to say, no matter how mundane it might be to you. You were important to him, and he would do anything to make you believe that he loved you. He wanted you to know that you were the only one for him. 

“My heart is yours."

You shook your head, not believing a word he said anymore. You could see regret in his eyes, but it was hard for you to think that Jake was not lying to you too. You could tell that he was dying to touch you, wanting to hold you and never let go, but he was frightened that you would push him away and it would break him. 

“I wish I could go back to a time when I believe every word you say.”

Your wounding words was like a slap to his face. Tears trickled down his face, and he did not even bother to wipe them away as he kept his eyes on you, the person who owned his heart and soul. 

“The least you could do was tell me the truth.”

He could only nod, ignoring the pain in his chest. He wished he could fix this, but he did not know how. The hurt in your eyes was enough to tell him that he had broken your heart, and you were not going to let him put it back together again. 

“The worst thing that I ever did was what I did to you, mi corazón. I was wrong for lying to you.”

You would never forget how loving Jake was to you. He was a difficult man to deal with at the beginning, who did not talk much and he only glanced at you whenever he wanted to. He never cared much, but he never did anything to irritate you. He always noticed when you were uncomfortable or sad, letting Marc or Steven front so they could help you. 

When he fell in love with you, you realised he was such a passionate lover. He always put you before him in everything. You were his priority. He noticed every little things you did, giving compliments when you were not expecting him to, and even if he felt like he did not deserve your love, you finally made him believe that nothing could stop you from loving him. 

If Steven got you flowers because he felt like it was something that he should do, Jake got you flowers because you deserved to have flowers. He loved the way you would smile so big that it reached your eyes, and you would give him the best hug he had ever received in his whole life. 

Roses and lilies were more like Steven and Marc’s type of flowers to give, and at first, Jake imitated them. But then he realised it would make you happier if it was personalised and thoughtful, and so he got you sunflowers. He would remember it forever that the sunflowers matched your yellow dress, and it almost made you cry out of happiness. 

He had also stopped by at someone’s garden one day, as he accidentally saw beautiful flowers and he was immediately reminded of you. He knew he could just grab them and leave, but thinking that he was doing it for you, he knocked on the door and talked politely to the elderly woman who seemed to be more than glad to give them to him when he told her about you.

“You’re so in love with her. Are you going to marry her?”

The lady’s question crossed his mind again and again like a broken record when he was on his way home. Then he gave the flowers to you, smiling when you squealed like a little girl who got a candy. At the moment, he thought, he wanted to marry you. Yes, he wanted a life with you. 

Jake was shook from his train of thoughts, stopping himself from being haunted by the ghosts of everything that should have been but will never be. Gone were the days when he could get you flowers. Gone were the days when he could think about how happy you would be if he asks you to marry him.

“Maybe if you told me the truth, things would be different.”

The guilt. Jake could feel it seeping through his bones. But with his growing guilt and regret, came a forceful and compelling need to make it up to you, to make sure that you get the life you deserved to get. It impaired him to think that in order to let you have your happiness, he had to let you go. 

“Do you want to say goodbye to them?”

“No, I don’t want to see them ever again.”

You said, biting and bitter. Jake inhaled sharply, realising how agonising it was for you to look at him now, when you could also see Marc and Steven in him. But you did it because you loved him, and even if you did not say it, you believed that Jake truly loved you. You believed him. 

“I love you, mi sol.”

You gave him a soft smile, biting the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from saying it back to him. You had been hurt, and you could not let yourself fall for it again, no matter how genuine he was. You wished you could tell him how much you loved him, but it would only make things harder. 

“You’re a good man, Jake. Take care of yourself.”

And then you were gone. The future he was going to share with you vanished into the thin air. Everything was changing. You were no longer there with him, with them. You had left, and even with Marc and Steven’s voices ringing in his head, he had never felt so alone. 

He was afraid. His heart was empty and his mind was messy. He had to live without you. 

“We’re going to be okay, Jake.”

Marc was wrong. He was trying to convince Jake that everything was going to fall back into place, but deep down, he knew it was impossible. There was no way they could have a better life than the one they used to have with you. The life they shared with you was like a dream, and now they were living in a nightmare. 

They fought. A lot. It hurt them whenever they fought even at the smallest of things, because the argument would always spiral back to you. They would end up talking about you. They would reminisce the times when you were still with them. They would blame each other for your absence. 

They needed you. They wanted you. 

Marc watched you from afar. He felt like it was his obligation to make sure that you got home safe from work. If he could not walk you home at night like he used to, then the least he could do was protect you as much as he could. He would never forgive himself is something bad happened to you.

But then one day you saw him. And you had asked him to stop. He did. 

Steven wrote you love letters. It was a thing between you and him. Your love resonated with every word written on the paper, and Steven could not stop himself from writing to you like  he used to. It was his way of coping with your absence. 

He never sent the letters to you. He knew you would burn them. And so he did it himself, watching as the letters turned into ashes. 

Jake never stopped with the flowers. He left flowers on your doorstep every Monday, knowing that you were always grouchy on the particular day, and perhaps the flowers could make you smile. The first time you found the sunflowers, you immediately knew that it was from him. They went straight to the trash. 

After a few months, the flowers stopped coming. Jake knew it was hopeless.

A year passed by and they were still inconsolable.

They could only hope that you were doing fine without them. They had hurt you deeply, and they knew there was nothing they could do to make you come back. You were better off without them, but sometimes they let themselves dream of how amazing it would be if they were given another chance to love you. 

The dream faded away when they saw you that day. 

You were walking with a spring in your step, your smile was as bright as the sun that it sent a smile on Marc’s face. He missed your smile so much, and the way Steven and Jake grew quiet in his head was telling him that they were awe-struck to see you too. It had been too long. 

“She looks happy.”

Marc muttered, torn in between leaving or approaching you. As he was  busy contemplating, his eyes caught the sight of a man who was coming towards you, Instinctively, Marc thought the man was suspicious and he had ill intentions. However, he stopped dead on his tracks when you ran into the man’s arms, the smile had never fallen from your face. 

You were on a date with that man. 

They went full on detective mode after that, finding out any dubious information about him. They were worried, and mostly jealous, but their main focus was to keep you safe and happy. They should not have been flabbergasted to see that your new boyfriend’s record was clean. 

He never did anything disreputable. He owned a small company, and even if it was  still new, his pay check was definitely better than theirs. He lived a safe life, far from danger unlike them who crossed with death almost every night. He could give you a much better life than they could ever do. 

Somehow Steven managed to talk to his acquaintances, and he thought that maybe  he could prove that your boyfriend was not as good as he seemed to be. But they only talked good things about him. They told Steven about how kind and loving your boyfriend was, and that they had seen him with you a few times. His friends really believed that you were meant for each other, like soulmates— Steven had to force a smile at that. 

The second time they saw you with him at the coffee shop, Jake was fronting. He would be lying if he was not hurt, but he wanted you to be happy. He would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own feelings for you. 

Before he could stop himself, he was walking towards you who was waiting for your boyfriend. You looked so pretty. A tinge of jealousy hit him, thinking of how lucky the man was to be loved by such a perfect person. 

The smell of coffee overwhelmed his senses. He could not think of what to say to you, but still, he dragged his feet towards you. He did not even realise what he was doing until he saw your smile dropped, but you quickly pulled yourself together and faked a smile. 

“What are you doing here?”

Cold. He thought that maybe after a year, you had forgiven them. He thought that maybe, just maybe, you could be friends again. 

“Are you happy?”

He asked, hating that the tone of your voice did not match the sweet smile on your lips. He recognised that it was not genuine. He had seen you smile so many times that he could tell you were trying so hard not to frown at him. 

“Please tell me. Are you happy?”

That was the only concern in his mind right now. He could not care less that you found someone else to love. You deserved every good thing in this world. You deserved to be loved. You deserved to be happy.

“I’m happy, Jake.”

This time, you gave him a genuine smile. His heart fluttered when you smiled, and he nodded. He knew your boyfriend was going to be there soon and he did not want to bother you. He had his chance, and he blew it. He was not going to ruin it for you. 

“That’s all I need to know. You deserve all the happiness in the world, cariño.”

With a bruised heart, he walked away from you, letting you go for real this time. He could hear Marc and Steven disagreeing with what he did, believing that they still had the opportunity to fix the damage they had caused to your precious heart. But Jake knew you better than they could ever do, and he knew he was doing the right thing by letting you go.

Despite of his acceptance, Jake was still fuming with resentment. He loved you, and now he had lost you because of Marc and Steven. For a year, he had been holding back, not wanting to blame his alters no matter how much he wanted to. But now that he saw another man was making you happy, the way he did before if not more, he was letting it all out. 

“Both of you ruined our life. You made her leave. You did this to us.”

Jake let his heart be blinded by love, and his mind be clouded by rage. Nothing they say could change his mind as he was getting out of control. You made him realise that he had a heart, but now you had taken it along with you, leaving his chest with a void that only you could fill.  His anger sunk deeper, gripping like claws, embedding so deep that he doubted the scars would ever heal. 

He had let Marc and Steven decide for him for far too long now, ending up destroying the only good thing he had to hold on to. The only person he had his eyes on. The only love he wanted to have. Not anymore. 

It was his turn to orchestrate their life now, and he chose guns and blood, the way it was before you.  Needless to say, Marc and Steven were not going to get the body in a very, very long time. 

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Moon Knight Fic Recs (Part II)

Hey gang!! I’m still very much hyper-fixated on Moon Knight (as if the profile pic didn’t prove that already), so here are more Moon Knight fic recs! These are all literally fucking fantastic and I want them forever and ever so yeah. Please give these authors a ton of love so they know that we, the readers, appreciate them!! (also, if you’re one of these authors and you’d like to be removed from this list, please let me know!!) 

Part I of my Moon Knight Fic Recs

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Fifth Times the Charm by @gothamcafe

In which the Moon Boys argue over who gets the first kiss with you, but you just think that they don’t want to kiss you. (cute, fluffy, what more could you want?!)

Still Bottled Up by @red-pill-blue-pill

After meeting your parents for the first time, Marc has a really rough time coping. (Very much hurt/comfort, which I am SUCH a slut for.)  

A Long Night by @myfictionaldreams

In which all three of your boys come out to rail the absolute shit out of you. (smut, so much smut. I love this, I love smut, so yeah)

Chocolate by @laters-gators

You spend a night sharing a box of chocolates with Steven Grant and it quickly turns very steamy. (more smut! also I love awkward Steven, and the part where he licks the chocolate off his fingers in this?? life changing, truly)

The Break-Up by @foreverinadais

All three of your boys broke up with you in the same night, seemingly out of the blue. In your grief, you see Steven out on a date with another girl, and you decide that you need answers for why they all left you so suddenly (This hurt me, but I never want a sad ending, so this ends happily, don’t worry)

Tired and Wounded by @eyelessfaces

You need to take care of Marc when he comes home injured, but his emotional state requires more care than his body (can you tell I like hurt/comfort?? cause I do, if that wasn’t obvious)

Moments by @bensolosbluesaber

There’s always been an unwritten rule in your relationship: Marc cuddles you, you cuddle Steven. But they’ve been talking, and maybe it’s time for that rule to change. (the author’s description was fantastic for this fic, so I just used that :) also!! this shit is so cute, I have cavities now)

Deserve by @softlybarnes

In which Marc never thinks he deserves comfort after sex, but you prove him otherwise, wanting him to know that he deserves just as much love and care as his alter. (smut plus hurt/comfort??? say no more babey)

Homecoming by @luke-o-lophus

You watched Marc die, unable to stop it. He came back, but sometimes, the memories of watching the love of your life die are too much to bear (this one is another hurt/comfort, but there is a pretty vivid description of a panic attack, so be warned!!)

Whatever You Want by @grippingbeskar

Steven finds your vibrator and wants to use it on you. (Steven goes from so fucking awkward to a soft!dom in this one, what more could you want tbh)

Hazy by @aphrogeneias (Marc x Reader x Layla)

In which Marc and Layla take such good care of you. (bi panic bi panic bi panic ohmygod this shit is good)

(I Want You To) Stay by @imarvelatthestars (Marc x Reader x Layla)

In which you and Layla coach Steven through a fucking spectacular night (god, to be sandwiched between the two of them?? the fucking dream)

Stranger in my house

Pairing-Moon boys x F!reader ( Secretly Jake x f!reader) Marc Spector x f!reader/ Steven grant x f!reader

CW-18+,MDNI,Angst,Fluff,Insecurities, inaccurate depiction of DID, reader is semi aware of Jake. Protective Marc, Steven being sweet as always. Established relationship with Marc and Steven.

WK-1.6k

Summary-Snippets of a life where Jake struggles to stay in the shadows.

A/N- Dedicated to my moonknight babes. I have not forsaken you.

[Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

You notice him one day.

  A year into your relationship and Marc is fed up with Steven and yours overflowing books on the floor of the flat. “We need another bookshelf.” He grumbles at your suggestion because he would just get rid of some if he had the choice. 

  That’s how you find yourself curled up on the couch with some tea and ironically a book while you watch Marc put together the new shelf you and Steven picked out. 

  It was ornate with cherry wood accents and came with a miniature ladder to help you reach the top shelf. You didn’t think it would be too complicated but it seems as Marc stares at the pages like they are ancient hieroglyphics, you may have caused a bit more of a headache than you intended. 

  He mutters something incoherent under his breath ‘déjeme ver’. You don’t bother to ask if he needs help when the scowl on his face deepens even further into an almost unrecognizable version of your boyfriend. 

  You glance up occasionally to watch the way his back strains against the tight black t-shirt, or the way his ass looks in his jeans when he bends over. Marc and Stevens movements are so unalike and yet even now the way he stands up and straightens as he rolls his neck is so unlike Marc. 

  You stop ogling to resume your book and find yourself several chapters in when you look up to see it finished. “Oh honey, it looks so good.” 

  The look he gives you when he turns around is more of a smirk of amusement. You glance down briefly to mark your page before standing from the couch to inspect his handy work. You don’t notice the way he’s watching you as you slide your hands along the smooth wood shelves. You grab a few of your favorite books that were piled on the floor and strategically place them in some specific secret order that no one but you is privy to. 

  You turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck, waiting for him to scoop you up as he usually does. His hands hover hesitantly at your waist and then he pulls you flush against him. You almost have no room to breathe as you chuckle lightly into his neck. You swear he smells your hair before he abruptly lets you go. 

  “Hi love, do you like the bookcase?” Your sweet Steven has a slightly wild look in his eyes as waits for your response. 

  “Of course I do, we picked it out together silly.” You lean in and kiss him on the cheek and he relaxes at your touch. “If you’re listening Marc, I love it, since you disappeared on me.” 

  “Right ya…Marc. He says you're welcome.” 

  ****

  You notice one day

  You had spent all afternoon preparing a special dinner and dessert for Marc. The flat is adorned with candles and smells of fresh pasta and apple pie. 

  When Marc walks through the door you can see it written all over his face. He doesn’t say anything about you making his favorites because technically it’s not his birthday. It’s the day after. 

  You enjoy each other's company in comfortable silence as you wait for him to finish. He raises an eyebrow at you as you hand him a small box, unwrapped because then it’s not a birthday gift. 

  He opens it slowly to reveal his watch that broke months ago, the small hand ticking away right in front of his eyes. 

  You should thank her mate

  She didn’t need to do all this for my birthday 

  Well it’s technically not anymore is it? 

  He doesn’t say anything but you decide to press on with your plan. Even if it’s not exactly the reaction you were expecting at the very least he’s not protesting it. 

  “I have one more thing.” You stand from the table and head to the kitchen to retrieve the apple pie on warm in the oven. To you it’s just a dessert, a non cake related dessert that just so happened to be his favorite. Steven helped you with the vegan crust because he was not about to let Marc have all the fun. 

  You return to the table with a slice and a fork to share. He stares at it for a moment and your heart sinks a little. 

  “I know what you’re going to say…”

  He cuts you off before you can finish, he stands so suddenly it startles you. He kisses you slowly at first, savoring the way you moan into his mouth. His hand is on the back of your head and the other around your waist and it feels so different. It’s like you’re sending him off to war and this is the last kiss you’ll ever share. Your lungs burn from lack of air but you don’t want to be the first one to break. 

  He pulls away as you look up at him. His eyes are squeezed so tightly shut as he tries to catch his breath. 

  “Honey,look at me.” 

  His brow softens as he opens his eyes revealing that deep chocolate brown, with a look that could only adorn your sweet Stevens face. 

  “Thank you, love.” 

  ****

  It goes like this for a while. You noticing him…him noticing you. 

  You notice as You quirk your eyebrow at him in the kitchen when he picks out the tomato on his sandwich and drops it in the trash like it personally wronged him.  

  “I thought you liked those?” 

  He notices After a long day at work in shoes you know we’re too uncomfortable he picks up your feet and places them in his lap. He rubs them at first bordering on painful that settles into something soothing. His fingers brush the bottom of your feet and you flinch at the ticklish feeling. He tsks at you under his breath and you still your movements when you meet his unfamiliar eyes. 

  You notice When he doesn’t hear you enter the flat. He’s at the kitchen sink washing dishes, shirtless in those gray sweatpants you love. He’s humming some tune you’ve never heard as you place your things down and toe off your shoes. You didn’t mean to startle him as your cold hands met his side and he turned quickly knocking a glass off the counter. 

  “Mierda quédate ahí!” You don’t speak Spanish but you’re too stunned to move anyway. He grabs you with one arm around your waist and carries you like a duffel bag over to the couch away from the glass. 

  “Sorry love, clumsy me. I’ll get this cleaned up.” Steven doesn’t look at you as he grabs the broom from the closet. 

  ****

He notices when he slinks in through the window in the early hours. It’s still dark outside as he strips himself of his moon knight clothes, the blood only distinguishable on his hands. As he slips past you to the shower he can see your shallow breaths while you lay out flat on the bed. 

  After a while you feel the bed dip beside you as you try to calm your breathing. He wraps his arm around you as he pulls your back flush to his chest. His breath is hot on your neck and you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you. 

  “You’re a terrible faker mi amor.” Your breath hitches in your throat as he speaks the words into your ear. 

  “You have to slow down your breathing if you want to pretend to be asleep.” His voice a low growl as he places his hand on your chest. You can feel him take slow deliberate breaths as you try to match the rise and fall of his chest. ‘así’

  “This isn’t how you lay when you're asleep.” His hand leaves your body momentarily and you miss the heat of his touch. He grabs your thigh behind the knee and pushes it gently until it’s bent. His hand slowly guides you to your stomach while his other arm supports the weight of your head.‘es mejor’

  He envelopes you under the blankets and it takes all your willpower not to roll him over and straddle him. You don’t even know him. He buries his face in your neck and sniffs again inhaling your scent. You’re practically skin to skin in your satin slip dress and his bare chest and boxers. 

  “Is this okay?” His voice barely above a whisper as you nod your head. His lips ghost over your back before he kisses your shoulder. It’s those soft sleepy kisses adorning your body until the real sleep claims you both. 

  ****

  You awake to the feel of cold sheets beside you as you feel around for him. A sliver of light hits the room from the bathroom door slightly ajar. 

  “I swear to god Jake, if you fuck this up.” Jake 

  It’s mostly Marc speaking idle threats as you listen in to a one sided conversation. Whatever his reservations may be, it's none of your business. You do know that he would never do anything intentionally to fuck this up. 

  Your boyfriend exits the bathroom still dressed only in his black boxers. “Love…we need to talk to you about something.” 

  He sits on the edge of the bed as he rubs circles on your legs under the sheets. 

  “I know.” 

  They knew…it’s why they can’t be mad when you finally talk about the stranger. You fell in love with him a long time ago. The one they tried to keep a secret. He no longer wanted to be kept in the dark. He loves you too much. This stranger in your house. 

@chichimisaki @simpforbritgents @casa-boiardi @missdictatorme @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @melodygatesauthor @missbeverlyhills

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Dejeme ver-Let me see

Mierda quedate ahi-Shit stay there

Asi- just like that

Es mejor- that’s better

There needs to be more (reader x moon knight system x Layla) out there

Care to join?

Pairing- Layla el Faouly x f!reader x Steven Grant x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley

This is my submission for @flightlessangelwings pride month celebration. I’m new to writing but this month is very special to me so I put my nerves aside and came up with this self indulgent fic.

Summary-Steven asks you about your feelings for Layla after she shows interest in you. Will this change your relationship?

Dialogue prompt- “Can I kiss you?”

CW-Explicit 18+MDNI, mentions of DID,eventual poly relationship,FF dynamics, talks about sexuality, kissing,cursing,light angst,fluff,thigh riding, smut,threesome MFF,oral sex female receiving, fingering, unprotected piv,piv cream pie

WC-3.8k

A/N- Layla is married to Marc and has been previously in an established relationship with the system. Reader is in an established relationship with Steven.Reader is not described or race coded. I will often write that the system can carry/pick up the reader and I am a plus size person who can not be carried by my partner but I like to believe that since they are superheroes they have superhuman strength.

Not beta read

***

    Wednesday 

  You’re lying under Steven, your legs  wrapped around his waist while you both try to catch your breath. You’re rubbing slow lines up and down his back as his hot breath blows on your neck. 

  “Love...that was… incredible.” He raises on his elbows to peer down at you with his sweat tousled curls on his forehead. You can’t help but fall in love with him every time you look into those deep brown eyes. He’s grown soft inside you but he refuses to move. He drops his head down onto your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh.  

  “Just give me a minute please.” You know he can be needy but the annoyance in his tone is concerning.

  “You know I never rush you.” You say as you continue to trace lines up and down his back.

  “God no! no! I wasn’t talking to you love.” 

  “Oh...” It was still weird knowing Marc was present sometimes. You haven't been intimate with him obviously not wanting to cross a line with Layla. You were with Steven and she was with Marc. You’ve been on a few dates with Jake but his shyness prevented him from fronting too often. 

  “I…well we have been meaning to talk to you about something.” You can sense his more than normal nervous behavior. “It’s about Layla.” You have been dreading this moment for months, the conversation you knew would come when she grew tired of sharing. She married Marc and later became established with Steven and Jake but according to Steven he’s not been with her since you met on your first day at the museum.

  Surprisingly you took to his confession of having D.I.D very well. It took him several more weeks to reveal they are moon knight to which you also took in stride. It was the follow up conversation about the fact that he was technically married that you didn’t take lightly. It took you a week of reflection and a long conversation with Layla to convince you to give him another chance. No one has ever treated you like Steven and you didn’t want to give that up. 

  Steven often stayed at your place to give Layla her space, you knew she missed him but she always respected your relationship. When they were off doing khonshus bidding you would often have a girls night with Layla. Recently you weren’t sure how to grapple with the feelings you’ve been having towards her. You haven’t felt this way about a woman in a long time. There was no need to further complicate your already intricate relationship. 

  “Um…Steven, if I need to talk to Marc I would prefer we get cleaned up and put some clothes on.”

  “Sorry love I didn’t mean to worry you, he’s not here anymore.” You relax a little but can’t help but worry about the impending conversation. He climbs off you and you shudder at the sudden change in temperature, no longer having his body as a barrier to the cool air in your flat. 

  “Let me run us a bath and we can talk while we get cleaned up.” The prospect of a relaxing bubble bath with your boyfriend would normally have you on cloud nine, but you’d rather not have such an uncomfortable conversation in such an intimate setting. 

  “Steven, if you’re going to break up with me I’d rather you do it now,I can just take a shower when you leave.” Your legs are curled underneath you and all you can do is stare at the rumpled sheets desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. 

  “What!” Steven is standing in the doorway of the bathroom wide eyed and horrified at your assumption. 

  I told you not to bring it up after sex, she’s too vulnerable right now.

  “Will you buzz off Marc!” Steven strides towards you and is back on the bed in moments. He bunches you up with the sheets and pulls you into his lap sideways. “ I’m not breaking up with you

Love,  I just have something I need to talk to you about and I am a bit nervous.” You look up at him with tears brimming your eyelids and you can all but see his heartbreak. 

  He cradles your head and kisses you slowly as if it’s your first time. “This is not at all how I wanted this conversation to go.” He stands from the bed with you still in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He gently sets you down on the toilet as he begins to draw a bath. You can’t help but admire his arms and his broad back as he leans over to test the temperature of the water. He places your favorite lavender bath bomb and chamomile bubble bath in before unraveling you from the sheets and helping you into the bath. You’re enveloped in that warm fuzzy feeling as he finds his place behind you pulling your back into his chest. 

  “I’m just gonna start and I don’t want you to say anything until I let you know I’m done.” You nod your head and you’re thankful you’re not facing him as the tears begin to well again. 

  “Layla has…really enjoyed your company lately when we’re out.” He pauses and tightens his grip around your waist. “She said it helps her not worry about us so much.”

  “I enjoy her company to Steven.” You know he told you not to speak yet but you figured he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. 

  “She’s actually grown quite fond of you and thought that you might feel the same about her.”

  A long silence passes between you and all you can hear are the ragged breaths of Steven and the crackling of the bubbles. You don’t think Stevens even realized that he hasn’t said he’s done speaking and is waiting for you to respond. 

  “Of course if you don’t feel the same then we don’t need to mention it again, I’m sorry I even brought it up. It's just that Marc pressed on about it…and actually he’s quite fond of you too and well that’s besides the point…I don’t even know what I’m saying any…”

  You turn in the bath and stop his rambling with a kiss to his lips as you cradle his face in both hands.

You rise in the water so you can settle yourself in his lap. You lean in to kiss him again and he parts his lips to let your tongue slide in. This slow languid movements leave you both breathless as you pull away for air and can’t help but giggle at his face covered in bubbles.

  “I thought Layla had grown sick of this situation and wanted you to end things with me.” He begins to say something but you place a finger on his lips, prompting him to wait just as you had. 

  “I am still getting to know Marc and Jake but obviously I can’t help but be attracted to someone who looks like my boyfriend.” You know Steven would accept all parts of you but it still made you nervous to open up to him. 

  “Steven…I’ve been with women before you, but I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I’ve grown to like Layla a lot and I wasn’t sure how to come to terms with my feelings.” Steven releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

  “That’s wonderful love…Layla was quite nervous that you wouldn’t feel the same and she didn’t want to pressure you.” Steven is beaming up at you as if you’ve presented him a million dollar grant to research Egyptian mythology. “You know I love and accept you for who you are.” 

  You’re suddenly feeling exposed as the bubbles dissipate and your mind starts wandering. What does this mean? What does she want? He said something about Marc. Would Jake be involved? Would Steven be upset?

  He can see you spiraling before his eyes. “Talk to me love.” He starts rubbing soothing circles on your arms.

  “Where do we go from here?” You don’t even recognize your voice as you look anywhere but his eyes. He grabs your chin with his forefinger and thumb and pulls you into a chaste kiss.

  “Whatever you want to do we will do…no

pressure.We all want you and what’s best for you, as long as you’re safe and happy that’s all we care about.” You wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug, feeling this most content you have in years. 

  Nice job hermaño, I knew you could do it.

  ***

Friday 

  You’ve never been this nervous before to just have dinner with Layla. This was something you did every week while the boys were out but this time felt different. You’ve torn your room apart looking for the right thing to wear, finally opting for a simple blue babydoll dress with a flowy skirt. You wear your hair in its natural state and put on some light makeup to complete the look. 

  It’s just dinner, relax

  You’re standing in front of the door of their shared flat trying to calm your nerves as you smooth down the front on your skirt. You can already smell the wonderful aroma wafting under the door as you begin to knock. Layla opens the door and pulls you into a hug but you’re apprehensive to hug her back act normal.

  “Hey hon, come on in, I'm just finishing up the pizza.” You enter the flat and set the bottle of red wine you brought on the counter and take in the sight of delicious homemade pizza. 

  “I’m making Marc’s favorite for you, he insisted.” She looks up from placing the toppings to wink at you. Why did he insist? 

  “Oh…everything smells wonderful.” You’re standing nervously at the kitchen island fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “I brought some wine,would you like me to pour you a glass?” 

  “I’d love some, you know where the glasses are.” She points absentmindedly to the cabinet behind her while she finishes topping the pizza. You pour two glasses for the both of you and once she places the pizza in the oven all attention is on you. 

  “How has work been? Steven said you’ve had to put in some late night shifts.” You’re staring at her wine stained lips and the curls that frame her face. How does  she always look so effortlessly beautiful? She has an inquisitive look on her face and you realize you haven’t answered her. 

  “Umm…it’s been fine, I’m sure you know how much of a pain Donna can be.” You're focused on the wine in your glass instead of her piercing gaze. 

  “Hey…I can tell you’re nervous and I know Steven talked to you. Nothing has to change. I just wanted you to know how I felt.” It makes her heart swell noticing  you’ve put more effort into your appearance than you normally do for your weekly dinner.

  “I don’t know why I’m so nervous…I care about you a lot and I want to do this right.” She takes your hand in hers and you finally look up and meet her eyes. Neither of you say anything, whatever is happening between you can go unspoken for now. 

  You both finally relax into a comfortable calm as you eat Pizza and finish the bottle of wine. As the night progresses it feels more and more like how things are supposed to be. Conversation flows freely as you both relax on the couch gossiping about work or sharing your thoughts about the boys.

  “I know they look different but Marc and Steven  both get that furrowed brow when they’re focused.” She shifts on the couch to face you mimicking that stern look they get. You burst into a fit of laughter at the accuracy. 

  “Okay but have you seen Jake's serious face?” You squint your eyes and  muster up the best version of Jake that you can manage. She leans in close,her lips just a breath away. 

  “That face is much more adorable than Jake's.” Suddenly you're feeling hot,neither of you pulling away from your close proximity. The tension that’s been building for months is threatening to burst as you wait for her next move. 

  “Can I kiss you?” She’s practically touching your lips when she asks and you wish she would just do it but you know it’s in her nature to wait for you. 

  “Yes please.” In a moment her lips are on yours as her hands caress your neck and trail down your jaw. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, feverish in the way her lips slot against yours. She pulls away and you chase her lips with your eyes closed and lips parted trying to catch your breath. 

  She brushes her thumb along your bottom lip and looks at you as though you hold the world in your eyes. “Your lips are so soft.”

  “Do it again please.” The desperation in your voice is unfamiliar but she doesn’t hesitate to oblige your request as her lips crash into yours, you part your lips to allow her tongue to slide in as you moan into her mouth. She pulls you slightly into her lap as you straddle her thigh. Your lips move in tandem as she grabs your waist. You can feel your panties soaked as she grinds your clit over her jeans. 

  “Sweetheart…you gonna come like this, I’ve barely touched you?” You’re a panting mess as your climax approaches and she doesn’t relent as she trails kisses down your neck,leaving love bites along the way. She moves one hand from your waist and slowly starts trailing your inner thigh. Her fingers dance along the hem of your underwear almost reaching where you need it the most. 

  The floorboard creaks and you both halt your movements. You look up from the couch and see Mr. Knight standing near the window, the moon still illuminating him in his stark white suit. He’s masked and you can’t see the expression on his face but his chest is heaving and you can’t help but notice the growing bulge in the front of his pants. 

  You slide off Layla suddenly embarrassed at the state she had you in. She grabs your hand before you can stand and sends you a reassuring squeeze. 

  “Steven…care to join?” She says in this sweet honey tone. Yet he doesn’t falter, as if he’s frozen to the spot. 

  Steven move your goddamn feet or I’m taking over the body.

  Snapped from his trance Steven begins to walk towards the couch. He takes a seat beside you so that you're situated in between them. He’s yet to reveal his face but his demeanor is definitely your Steven as he begins rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. The combined touch of their hands is all too real and this is territory you’ve never covered before. 

  “Are you okay with this Love?” Steven is always the observer making sure that this is truly what you want. You slowly nod your head. 

  “I need you to use your words honey.” You turn your head to Layla and the pet name she’s used many times before holds more weight in this moment. 

  “Yes this is okay…as long as Steven is…” 

  “Yes I’m great love this is perfectly alright.”He cuts you off before you can finish. You can’t help but giggle at his sudden burst of enthusiasm. 

  “Steven…why don’t you give her a kiss to calm her nerves.” Steven grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilts your face to him. He withdraws his mask and you can see his pupils blown wide. He kisses you softly as though it’s just the two of you in the room. Two sets of hands are on you as Layla leans against your back leaving hot kisses along your neck. 

  A soft hand trails up your inner thigh as another cups your breast over your dress. You kiss and bite at Stevens neck as you palm his erection through his pants. He whimpers in your ear as he bucks his hips into your hand. A soft finger pulls your panties to the side and rubs along your slick folds. You drop your head to Stevens shoulder gripping his arms for purchase. She dips two fingers dip into your entrance and you whine into his neck as you begin to rock your hips. 

  “You’re doing so good for us sweetie.” Layla coos in your ear. She withdraws her fingers from you and you whine at the loss. She holds her fingers up to Stevens lips and taps on them lightly, he takes both fingers in his mouth never breaking eye contact as rolls his tongue around coming off with a loud pop.

  “Tastes so good love…why don’t you let her have a taste hmm.” Your brain is short circuiting at the sight. “Yes.” It’s all you can manage with your voice barely above a whisper. 

  “I think the bed would be better for that…don’t you think?” She says as she takes your hand to stand. Your body is no longer in your control, you can’t feel your legs beneath you but you know you’re moving towards the bedroom. Layla at your front and Steven close behind. 

  Steven retracts his suit and begins to undress when you enter the room. Leaving him only in his boxers, you can see the strain of his cock against the fabric where a wet spot has formed. 

  “I think you two are a bit overdressed.” He stands at your back pulling your straps down your shoulders letting your dress fall to the floor revealing your green matching lace set. He moves behind Layla pulling her shirt over her head as you work on the button of her jeans. He slides down her pants and kisses her shoulder when he stands. 

  This is so not fair

  Callate pendejo 

  Steven does his best to block out the sounds of his head mates but doesn’t shut them off completely. He wants them to see this. 

  “Lay down against the pillows Steven.” He lays down on the bed with his legs spread wide and his hands at his side. She directs you to lay against him facing her while she sits between your legs. You're shaking from the anticipation and he begins rubbing soothing lines up and down your arms giving you goosebumps. She grabs the hem of your underwear and gently lifts your hips to slide them down. 

  “Is she always this wet for you?” She smirks at him as she drops her head down between your legs, licking a stripe through your slit. You arch your back at the sensation and Steven moans as you press further into his hard cock. He pulls your knees back to hold your legs open as she dips her tongue into your slick heat. Your whimpers and moans of her name are muffled as Steven swallows them with his mouth on yours. 

  “She does taste good.” She rocks back on her heels and pulls you up into a kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as she dips her tongue into your mouth. You start to slide your hand beneath the band of her panties but she stops you. 

  “Tonight is about you sweetheart.” She’s definitely in control and you decide not to push. “Take off your boxers.” Steven practically rips them trying to get them off as his cock springs free slapping against his abdomen. You don’t think you’ve ever seen it so big, the angry red tip leaking precum all over his stomach. 

  She coaxes you back to lean against him and grabs the base of his cock causing him to gasp. She drags the tip along your dripping folds and Steven lifts you slightly as he guides you down onto him. 

  “Oh fuck…Steven it’s too much.” He’s not even all the way in and from this angle he’s hitting something devastating inside you. “Shhh love you can take it just relax.” Your cunt flutters around his thick cock causing a guttural moan from him. She straddles you both and you sink to the hilt. She places her hands on Stevens chest as she rides you grinding her hips into yours. Your mind has gone numb as she fucks you into Steven, each roll of her hips catches on your clit and slides you up and down his length. 

  “M’so close.” Steven chokes out from behind you as his grip tightens on your hips and his pelvis bucks slightly. She reaches between your bodies and begins rubbing tight circles on your clit as she leans in close and kisses Steven. He picks up his pace slamming you down on his cock over and over as he arches his back lifting the both of you. 

  “Right. There. Please . Don’t. Stop.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust and you come undone; she grabs your face, pulling you into an awkward three way kiss. Every nerve in your body is alight as she doesn’t let up on your clit, you don’t know if this is the same orgasm or a second that has tears streaming down your face. You clench down on him as he comes with a loud groan shooting hot ropes of cum into your core. 

  “You did so good, sweetheart.” She kisses you deep as you try to control your cries and aftershocks. 

  As you come down from your high you realize you’ve been moved. You’re laying on your side facing Steven as Layla plants small kisses on the small of your back. Steven places a soft kiss to your sweat soaked forehead and rolls out of bed. 

  “I’ll be right back love.” He retreats to the bathroom as you hear the water running. 

  You turn to face Layla and she can see the worry on your face. “What’s wrong hon? Was this too much?” 

  “No it’s not that it’s just…you didn’t get very much attention and I feel bad.”  She grabs your neck and pulls you into a soft kiss. 

  “There’s always next time.”

  Next time 

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Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈

I just love the idea of 2/3 of the boys loving you and the third slowly falling inlove with you too. That's my cup of tea right there. I enjoyed this fic so much.

Open My Eyes - Moon Knight 🌙✨

Pairings: Moon Boy System x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut(tish), Action

Summary: Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?

Warnings: smutty themes, reader first is sceptical about the boi's DID, swearing, fire, and my questionable ability to write. Also it's looooooong. And it's also probably full of errors.

A/N: So this was supposed to be about the trope "Jake and Steven love you, but Marc hates you" but for the life of me I couldn't write Marc as an asshole, so he's just a pining little meow meow 🥺 This also became a fic about how you became each bois' girlfriend, which was totally not in my intention to explain but oh well.

Forever tags: @jake-g-lockley @hot-mess-express1 @this-is-me19

Marc and Layla's relationship was doomed from the start. Marc's life was surronded by tragedy from a very young age and it was because of a tragedy why him and Layla met in the first place. Even if she was able to make him forget the bad times, it was only momentary, the darkness of the past and the devastating chain of events that led him to her always hung above their heads like a dark cloud, ready to pour heavy rain on them in any moment.

Everytime Marc felt just a spark of joy in her presence, the memories of her father's demise terorrized him, making him wonder if he indeed married her out of true love or in hopes to redeem himself.

He cared about her, deeply. He cared about her enough to make the right choice and leave her, for her own safety, even if it meant breaking her heart. It hurt him. It hurt him bad, but he knew he made the right decision. Maybe this was his fate. Living alone - well, if you don't count the alters in his head - and watching over others, protecting them. Serving the greater good selflessly, putting other people's needs before his own.

Too bad Jake and Steven didn't see it the same way.

It didn't happen fast. It wasn't like in movies where the main hero looked at the heroine and fell in love at first sight.

You called for a cab and Jake happened to be the one to pick you up on a rainy day. It wasn't anything extraordinary. Small talk during the ride and you exited with a grateful smile, leaving a nice tip.

Problems started when you got into his taxi more and more times. Leaving for work when you were late for the bus, leaving from work when the weather was cruel. Catching a taxi to meet a friend at a restaurant for lunch. Waving at one after you decided it was time to leave the party your co-workers invited you to.

More often than not it was Jake who picked you up and soon he gave you his number to call him directly when you needed a ride. You were kind-hearted and easy to talk to, and he liked having regulars. It made his job feel less like a job, it was like driving friends around the town.

Jake was parking near the train station when he felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled when he saw the notification of a text message with your name.

'Please save me 🙏'

He chuckled and immediately answered to your plea, asking what was the problem. It was an early Wednesday afternoon so the chances that he had to pick you up from a failed date were low.

'Mom and her sister are getting on my nerves. They want to meet my boyfriend.'

Jake didn't count himself as the dramatic type, but he swore his heart stopped beating for a solid five seconds when he read your text.

You... had a boyfriend? But the dates you went to...?

'Mom is always on my ass cause my younger sister is already married and has a kid. So I lied to her a few months ago that I'm seeing someone. And now she wants to meet him!'

The relieved sigh Jake let out amused Steven, but it worried Marc. This was not good.

'Seems to me you should've called an escort service and not your fave cabbie 😌' - Jake wrote his reply.

There was a pause before you sent a text again.

'That's right, you're my favourite cabbie 🥺💖'

The giddy expression on Jake's face soon turned into suspicion when you didn't send anything else. His eyes narrowed as his mind worked. Then his eyes snapped open. He's gonna kick your ass for almost making him suffer through two heart attacks in five minutes.

'No.' - he replied simply.

'Just a quick dinner with my mom and aunt!'

'No.'

'Pretty please? 🥺💖 Do you wanna lose your favourite customer? 🤧'

'Is that a threat?'

'Yes. Is it working?'

'No.'

There was another pause before you replied.

'Okay. Always knew you were a pussy. I just ask someone else.'

Jake's jaw dropped, while Steven snickered at him from the rearview mirror. Marc decided to not show himself. It's not like he didn't like you, but he didn't want this to turn into something more than a friendship.

Jake pressed the call button next to your name. That was one thing that you called him a pussy, but the uneasy feeling that filled his chest when he pictured you with some other man acting all lovey-dovey was slowly eating him up from the inside.

So that's how the boys found themselves waiting outside your flat to pick you up in their black 1967 Ford Mustang.

When the door to your building opened, Jake's breath caught in his throat, which happened more and more often in the past few weeks, much to Marc's dismay. You were wearing a cute burgundy red skirt that reached your mid thighs, a light cream coloured knitted button up cardigan, black stockings with small polka dots and black boots.

'Earth to Jake! Open the door for her!' - Steven urged him and Jake quickly got out of the car and walked to the other side just when you reached it.

He didn't miss the way your eyes took in his appearence. He was wearing black pants, a dark blue button up shirt and a black blazer.

"Te ves hermosa como siempre, mi vida." - Jake said with a smile. - "Beautiful as always." - he translated minus the nickname, and gently took your hand while he opened the car door with his other.

"Always the gentleman." - you beamed up at him. - "You look good too. My mom and auntie will approve." - you winked at him as you sat inside and Jake's smile grew to twice its size as he closed the door and walked to the other side.

He didn't know why that made him so happy. It was just a one time thing. You were just pretending to be dating for tonight. It hadn't even begun yet, but Jake already wished the night never ended.

"Hmm, do I tip you this well?" - you asked as you caressed the inside of the car's door and Jake laughed at the hidden compliment.

"Well, I am your favourite cabbie, aren't I?" - he asked back as he started driving.

"Debatable. Ask me after the night ends." - you said and when Jake looked at you with his ever present smile since he saw you, he felt himself suck his lower lip between his teeth when he saw the expression on your face.

You two liked bickering and to tease each other, sprinkled with some easy flirting for fun. But the suggestive smile you presented him in that moment made his whole body buzz with excitement. So much that even Steven and Marc could feel it.

'Are we completely sure this is 'fake' dating? Cause damn, mate.' - Steven fanned himself.

When Jake felt his cheeks grow hot he looked back to watch the road with a little shake of his head, smirk never fading, especially when he heard your chuckle.

"So, is there anything I should know about you mom and auntie?"

"Ugh, you're gonna love them. And it's not even sarcasm. They like to roast me just like you."

"Mi amor, I would never...!"

"Everytime you saw my dates you questioned my taste in men, Jake." - you said with humor in your voice.

Jake snorted.

"That's because all of them looked complete fucking morons." - he said under his breath.

"See?! You're doing it again!"

"No! I mean...! Escucha..." - Jake tried to calm down when he realized he got caught. - "That's because it's so damn obvious you're way out of their league. You could do better."

You snorted and Jake's brows furrowed. He knew you didn't think highly of yourself. You didn't believe you could find a better job, you didn't believe you were beautiful, you didn't believe you were funny, or entertaining. In his opinion you were a gem among women, and he thought everybody who didn't see that was an idiot.

"Like who?" - you asked with a raised eyebrow.

'Like us, duh!' - Steven answered in the mirror and Jake shoot him a glare.

"I don't know. Just not... them."

You sighed frustrated, and Jake dropped the subject.

"So... anything else besides that all three of us find great pleasure in making you suffer?" - he looked at you and smiled again when he saw the corner of your lip curved upwards.

"Well... Mom likes those sappy soap operas that you watch too..."

"Dios mio... Am I your mom?" - Jake cut you off and you laughed.

"I bet you are in another univerese. My auntie is a big history nerd, but she's fun too."

'Oh my god.' - Steven said from the mirror. - 'Am I her auntie?'

"She couldn't really seem to find one intelligent boyfriend in my dating history. It's a little bit harder to impress her."

"Oh really?" - Jake asked in a low voice as he eyed Steven with mischief behind his eyes.

"Yeah. That's mom's house!" - you pointed at one at the end of the street.

'I don't like that look, mate.' - Steven said with narrowed eyes.

"Just a moment, carino." - Jake said as you both climbed out of the car and he went to the trunk and opened it. - "Vamos, it's Steven o'clock!"

'What? No!'

"She asked us to pretend to be her boyfriend, we gotta impress them!"

'You can impress her mom with your knowledge of sappy TV shows!'

"Steven it's much easier if I help you out with soap opera characters, than you trying to explain the family tree of some horny incestuous pharaoh to me!" - Jake whispered harshly.

'Bloody hell!'

You jumped a little when the trunk door shut loudly and Jake looked at you with a nervous smile, lifting up two beautiful boquets of flowers.

"Oh, 50 points to Gryffindor!" - you finger gunned him as you walked to the door.

"Gotta impress, the future in-laws, yeah?"

You frowned, but couldn't stop the laugh that escaped you.

"What's with the accent?"

"Women love Brittish lads, don't you, darling?" - he asked with a wink, and to your surprise you felt your cheeks heat up and you had to look away when he smirked.

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"But seriously, that was amazing! Or should I say: 'That was bloody brilliant, mate!'" - you faked a Brittish accent, making Jake laugh. - "How did you do it?" - you asked as he walked you to your door.

"Maybe I like watching Downton Abbey too." - Jake said as he leaned against the wall with his shoulder as he watched you fish out the keys from your bag.

You giggled louder and looked up at him.

"My mom and auntie love you. My phone is blowing up with their messages ever since we left!" - you said as you pulled it out of your pocket to show him the notifications.

"Really? What are they saying?" - he asked as he tried to see, but you put it back.

"It doesn't really matter."

"Why?"

"Well, before I asked you to do this, I already knew it is just gonna be a one-time thing. In the next couple of weeks we're gonna break up or you get hit by a bus. I haven't really decided yet."

Jake tried to hide his disappointment and focused on the coversation.

"Get hit by a bus? Do I really deserve that after what I just did for you?" - he lifted an eyebrow.

His heart started to beat faster when he saw your sparkling eyes examine his face, taking quite a long time staying on his lips.

'We should go home, Jake. You have an early shift tomorrow.'

'Shut up, Marc.' - Steven warned, as he eagerly waited to see where this was going.

Jake and him knew Marc was awfully careful to not get close to anyone, ever since the divorce with Layla. They respected it, keeping women at arms lenght themselves, wanting to give Marc time to cope. But the divorce happened last year. He can't really ask them to stay alone forever, right?

"Maybe you can convince me otherwise." - you said as you licked your lips.

Jake slowly moved closer to you, trapping your body between his and your door. The tension in the air grew thicker with each passing second, and Jake moved his hand to caress the outer side your thigh through your stockings, fingertips teasing you ever so gently, while he bent his head to the side.

"And how do I do that, princesa?"

He felt your breathing quicken, just like his. The autumn air was chilly, but both of your bodies were burning like it was the middle of summer. The heat was starting to get unbearable and Jake wanted nothing more in that moment than to rip away all of your clothes and relieve the tension between his legs, which was throbbing harder and harder for you.

"It's not midnight yet. Technically you're still my boyfriend." - you panted as you slightly lifted your face towards his, while you put your hands on his chest.

"Does that mean I can do this?" - he asked and leaned down.

You thought that he was going to kiss you, but he pushed his forehead against yours, as his hand travelled from the outside of your thigh to between your legs. His fingertips caressed their way up on the inside of your thigh painfully slowly, until he met your panties through the stockings and he suddenly rubbed it harshly.

The action made you jump and you gasped, your hot breath hitting Jake's face as he put his other hand around your throat, being careful to not apply any pressure.

"Does it?" - he asked in a harsh whisper and you whimpered out a weak yes before you pulled his head down roughly and kissed him desperately.

He swallowed your moans hungrily as he rubbed your pussy harder and faster. One of your hands grabbed his wrist, trying to pull it away in a weak attempt.

"Jake, we're still outside."

"Open the door then, before I fuck you through it."

Your legs literally trembled at his words, while your pussy clenched hard around nothing. A new wave of arousal washed through you and you grabbed his shoulders hard, jumping up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Kinda wanna see you try." - you whispered before you kissed him again.

He growled as his fingers dig into your thighs deeply. Damn, if you keep talking back like that he's gonna cum before the fun even started.

"Gimme those." - he yanked the keys out of your hand.

He was holding you up with one hand, while his hips were grinding into yours, pushing you into your door.

His belt buckle was rubbing you just the right way and you squeezed Jake's body more with your arms and legs, trying to muffle your moans as you sucked on the skin of his neck.

"Which one, doll?" - he panted, as he felt you curl around him more and more.

While Jake fumbled with the keys, you started to grind harder against him.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna cum?" - he asked as you threw your head back, not giving a shit about how loudly it banged in the quiet night.

Jake started to roll his hips into you harder as he watched your face, eyes closed in pleasure, mouth hanging open as your moans started to get louder. He quickly put his hand over your mouth.

"Oh, you're gonna cum. Sí, just a little more. Sí, cum for papí." - a huge smile appeared on his face when your whole body trembled in his arms and you moaned into his hand, riding out your orgasm as he helped you move.

He chuckled when you collapsed in his arms and after the third try he found the right key.

"I got you, muneca." - he said as he carried you inside and kicked the door shut, turning the lock once. - "Bedroom?"

You weakly lifted your arm and pointed to a direction.

He gently laid you down on your bed and pulled down your boots.

"Can I undress you?"

You bit your lip as you smiled. A few minutes ago he told you that he's gonna fuck you through your door, then he actually made you cum right outside, and now he's asking if he can undress you.

"Is it midnight yet?"

Jake smiled as he looked at the clock and he kicked down his shoes and pulled off his blazer. He answered your question with a shake of his head and climbed on top of you.

"Maybe you're not gonna get hit buy a bus." - you whispered as he started leaving soft kisses around your neck.

He chuckled and looked up at you.

"Gracias, mi amor." - he nuzzled your nose. - "Only one question remained." - he said as he gently grabbed your wrist and held them above your head. - "Are we gonna break up?"

"I don't know yet. Will you fuck me to find out?"

"With pleasure." - Jake leaned down to kiss you, then he heard Steven's annoyed voice in his head.

'Just for the record, I should be the one shagging her right now.'

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Jake was a nervous wreck. You were only dating him for three weeks, but he wanted to tell you about his condition. He didnt want to wait longer, until things turn more serious and it turns out that you don't want to be with a mentally ill person, which honestly had a very high possibility. He wouldn't blame you though. Neither would Steven or Marc.

Marc was even convinced that you're gonna run for the hills when you hear the news. He warned the boys ever since the first night you've spent with Jake that it wasn't a good idea, that they're just exposing themselves for a heartbreak. Marc was co-fronting a lot of times while Jake drove you around in his taxi, and he honestly thought you were a breath of fresh air, but he didn't know why your friendship wasn't enough for Jake and Steven.

Steven. He was so excited when Jake and you got together. He wanted you too. He wanted a girlfriend too who he can love and who loved him back. This was like with Layla all over again. A woman he never met before gave him divorce papers and he refused to sign them just because he could finally have someone he could call his. Steven was in love with the concept of being in love and he wanted it so much he was ready to get hurt again and again until he finds the right one.

And he thought the boys found the right one in you. Marc sometimes wished he could be that optimistic as him, but he felt more comfortable behind his walls he built around himself. Even this way he knew it still gonna hurt him when you send them away.

Jake knocked on your door and mirrored your annoyed expression when you opened it.

"Oh, it's you again." - you said disappointed.

"Unfortunately."

"Just wonderful."

"Peachy."

"Fucker."

"Puta."

You narrowed your eyes, then suddenly burst out laughing and hugged him tightly.

'You guys are so weird.' - Steven commented, but Jake could hear the longing in his voice.

"Missed me, mi vida?" - Jake wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, peppering your neck with kisses.

Maybe it was the last time he could do it. The tought made him hug you to him stronger.

"Not at all." - you purred and kissed him deeply as he walked inside and shut the door.

He smiled and carried you to the couch where he put you down and he sat down too, facing you.

"You wanted to talk?" - you asked as you let him take both of your hands in his.

"Sí." - he replied, watching how small your hands looked in his as he played with your fingers.

Your smile slowly disappeared as you watched him. He had a far away look on his face. He looked sad.

"You're breaking up with me." - you said and cursed yourself inside your head when you felt tears well up in your eyes.

His head snapped up to look at you.

"Que?! No, no, no, no, no! Princesa, I'm not breaking up with you! Why would you think that, mi amor?!" - he asked and he cupped your face with one hand when he saw your tears.

"Because you said on the phone that you wanted to speak and you sat me down on the couch and avoid looking at me! You know... like someone who is about to tell you they wanna break up!"

"Silly girl." - he leaned in and kissed your lips softly. - "You're absolutely perfect. I'm the luckiest man in town to have you."

You wiped a tear away, when you felt yourself calm down a little.

"Only in town?"

Jake chuckled and kissed you again.

"In the whole universe."

"Oh, you're too kind." - you twirled your hair acting shy, and Jake laughed again, harder.

You always made him laugh. He's gonna miss that.

'Stop that, mate. It's gonna be fine.' - Steven said reassuringly.

Jake caressed your shoulder, his touch lingering a few seconds more than usual.

"I think I'm just gonna say it." - Jake started as he stood up to put a little space between you two. The last thing he wanted is to make you feel uncomfortable. - "I have a mental illness." - he said and looked at you to see your reaction.

You looked surprised first, then worried. You waited for him to continue.

"It's called Dissociative Identity Disorder."

You licked your lips nervously before you spoke with a small shake of your head.

"I never heard of that. What's that?"

Jake took in a deep breath, then gulped. You were still listening. Good.

"It's a bit complicated. Basically... I have multiple identities."

The expression on your face was unreadable.

"Meaning...?"

"Well, in my case... there are three of us. In one body."

"Three of you..." - you repeated quietly as you looked down, trying to process the information.

"Sí. Remember last Friday when I was supposed to pick you up from work? And I texted that I can't, because I had to go take care of some official business. That wasn't me. Marc took the body, because he got a call from the bank and had to take care of it."

You looked at him confused. Jake heart sank when he recognized something else. Doubt.

"Took the body? What? Okay. You could've have just said you wanted to break up." - you huffed.

"Princesa. I'm telling the truth."

"Yeah right." - you stood up. - "You know, I was dumped before. They always told me the same 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit, but wow, you took it to the next level." - you said, cold. Defensive.

"Why are you still so convinced that you're not worthy of others' love?" - Jake asked, sounding desperate. - "This is the exact reason I'm telling you this now! I didn't want you to find it out later, before our feeli..." - Jake cut himself off and pushed a hand through his hair. - "I'm giving you an option now."

"Wow, thanks a lot! So you're twisting it to make it seem like it's my decision to end this!"

Jake felt like someone reached inside his chest, grabbed his heart and started mercilessly squeezing it. He was aware of the possibility that you won't wanna see him again after this, but it hurt much worse when you said it out loud. What made it more terrible that you believed that he was lying. That what he told you was just an excuse to push you away.

"You know... I thought I deserved more. Especially from you! We were... friends first, Jake! And then you got what you wanted, had some fun, then got bored with me and now you give me this over the top story to make me leave?!"

"I'm not lying to you! I'm ill! I have two other people living in my head, why the fuck would I make that up?! You already met one of them!" - Jake started to get defensive too. He couldn't believe you thought so low of him.

"Oh, yeah? When?" - you mocked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"The night we were at your mom's! The brittish guy?!"

He saw as your skeptical look changed as you eyed him. He could practically hear the gears turning in your head. Hope slowly started to spread through his chest. Then it all drifted away when you started laughing.

"Do you really think I buy that? God, just the... nerve of you!" - you said frustrated, then you took in a shaky breath. - "You know what? Get out. I give you what you want. You're free..." - you said as your voice quieted down and Jake saw as tears welled up in your eyes.

Jake could fucking murder someone. He balled his hands into fists at his sides to try to calm himself down. It's not just that you didn't believe him. It's also the reason why you didn't believe him. He didn't know what happened to you in the past that made you think so lowly of yourself that you thought you don't deserve honesty, that you don't deserve to be treated like an equal human being like the rest. It angered him the most. Something happened that fucked you up so much that you couldn't see love even when it was right in front of you. He offered his heart to you on a plate and you pushed it back, even when he tried to make it so obvious in the past three weeks how he felt for you.

'It's time to go, Jake.' - Marc said in his head.

He sounded... sympatethic. He knew what it felt like. He warned Jake about it. He warned Steven about it. Steven. Jake couldn't hear him now, but he knew he saw everything. He was equally scared and excited to tell you about their condition. He was scared you won't accept them, but Steven was so into you now that he was ready to risk it all. He told Jake about how much he wanted to front again in your presence, how much he wanted to hold your hand himself. To hug you. To kiss you.

And now all of his hopes were gone. All of their hopes were gone.

When Jake felt the tears coming, he turned around without a word and walked out.

When you heard the quiet click of the door closing, you let out a sob and fall back on the couch.

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Jake called in sick the same afternoon. He gave the body to Marc to do whatever the fuck he wanted. He didn't give a shit. All he cared about was to not feel as his heart was ripped out of his chest everytime his mind played that day on repeat in his head.

Five days have passed and Marc started to feel tired. He wasn't used to operating the body for this long, especially while doing 'night shifts' for Khonshu but for Jake and Steven he had to stay strong. It wasn't much of a help that they even refused to co-front, the silence in his head was something he was not used to. So most of the time the apartment was filled with music, and he made sure all of the boys' favourite songs were on the playlist.

He understood them though. He did the same after Layla and him split ways. He sometimes even disappeared when they were still together. He was glad Jake and Steven had the courage to reveal their condition to you, something Marc wasn't able to do to Layla. It was better this way. As Jake said it was better if they did it sooner. Marc understood it better than anyone else what it was like to be in a relationship that was based on lies.

Marc tapped his foot and bobbed his head to the music while he looked around the kitchen counters and fridge with a pencil and notepad in his hand. He was making a list on what he needed to buy when he's gonna go to the store later.

'Don't forget the beer. I know you drank mine.'

"Jesus fuck!" - Marc jumped when he heard Jake's voice in his head after almost a week of silence. - "You scared the shit outta me, bro." - he said as he scribbled down Jake's favourite beer brand.

'I can sense you are tired. Want me to take over?'

Ever the protector.

"It's alright, buddy. I'm just not used to it."

Marc turned around surprised when there was a knock on the door. It was so quiet, he almost didn't hear it.

'Expecting someone?'

"No."

This time Jake took control over the body without question, which Marc was grateful for. Even if it was just some random neighbour, he didn't feel like dealing with them. It's not like he was blasting the music like last time.

When Jake looked in the peephole, he had to put both hands against the door to steady himself. He pulled away and looked down, dozens of emotions rushing through him wave after wave.

'Open the door!'

This time it was him who jumped when he heard Steven's desperate voice.

Jake took in a few calming breaths, unlocked the door then he felt like the wind was knocked out of him when he opened it and he saw you. Were you always this breathtakingly beautiful?

It's not like you were wearing anything fancy. Light blue jeans, a black oversized sweater and white sneakers. No make-up, and now that he took a better look at you, he saw that your eyes were red. Were you crying?

His suspicion was confirmed when you waved awkwardly at him as greeting and you sniffled.

"Hi."

"Hi." - he breathed back, unable to do anything else.

Why were you here?

"I know I'm probably the last person on Earth you want to see now, but uh... I just wanted to apologize." - you said as your voice gave out, but you cleared your throat, gulped big and tried to find your next words. - "You told me something that was very private, and I know it's something that you wouldn't share with just anyone. You... uh... trusted me with this... very important thing, you shared it with me and there was no reason at all for me to react to it how I did. I was insensitive and just... such a fucking asshole? So uhm... I just wanted you to know that it wasn't in my intention to hurt you and I didn't want to make you feel bad or anything... Well, it's not entirely true, cause in that moment I wanted to fucking kick your ass, but that was just because I was confused and hurt and yeah... Stupid. Very, very stupid, which you should be used to by now, but I betrayed your trust and hurt you and I am truly very sorry for not letting you explain. Wow, I'm crying again." - you said as you buried your face in your hands and wiped your eyes and nose furiously before you looked back up at... wait which one of them were you talking to? - "Oh god! You're Jake, right? Or one of the other guys? Marc, was it? I don't remember Jake tellig me the other name, but holy fuck I'm so sorry?! God, you probably don't even know who I am! Jesus, I'm so sorry! I should've texted first or something! Or I shouldn't have come here at all... Wow, uhm. Sorry! I'm gonna just..." - you pointed towards the lift, as you took a step behind and that's what broke Jake out of his trance.

"Why are you here?"

You gulped as you looked into his eyes. God, you missed his voice. Missed his presence. Just the fact that you could see him made you feel so warm.

"To apologize."

"Why did you want to apologize?"

You frowned. Did they... switch or something? Are you talking to another alter? You just explained it to him.

"Because I acted like an ass and..." - you stopped and gulped when he walked closer.

"Why did you want to apologize?"

Your hands started to shake as you stared up into his chocolate brown eyes. So warm.

"Because I..." - you stopped and wiped another wave of tears away from your eyes.

"Sí, princesa?" - he stepped closer, cupping your face with one of his hands.

It was him.

"Jake." - you breathed as you slowly slipped your hand into his other one at his side.

A small smile appeared on his face, and when he blinked a teardrop rolled down on his cheek.

"I love you." - you confessed and Jake's smile widened.

"Apology accepted." - he leaned down and kissed you.

You let go of his hand and got on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissed him back. You smiled when he circled his arms around your waist and lifted you up.

You pulled away from the kiss, but pressed your forehead against his.

"I'm so sorry." - you told him again.

"Already told you, mi vida. It's okay. What matters is that you're here now." - he whispered as he closed his eyes and breathed in your scent. - "I missed you."

"I missed you too. So much."

"Then why did it took so damn long for you to come here?"

You chuckled and pecked his lips.

"We're gonna talk about it outside?"

"Oh." - Jake put you down and grabbed your hand, leading you inside the apartment.

He closed the door and walked to the couch with you. When he sat down and you wanted to sit next to him, he pulled you in his lap, making you sit on him sideways and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple, then he let you push your face into his neck.

"Well, after you left I cried for hours." - you started and felt him hug you stronger. - "Then I started using my nut sized brain."

"Your brain is not nut sized." - Jake scolded you.

"It must be, otherwise I wouldn't have acted like how I did."

"Doll, stop it. We knew it was a possibility that you won't take our condition... well."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and smiled softly at him.

"What?" - he asked as he slowly started caressing your arm.

"You spoke in plural." - you said, smile widening.

Jake's eyes widened, embarrassed. Did it bother you?

"Sorry. It's just a thing each of us do sometimes."

"No, no, no. It's cute."

Jake looked down as he felt his cheeks heat up, then he lifted his eyes back to yours. He looked so soft.

You caressed his face and continued.

"So uhm. When I calmed down a little I started thinking about that night when we had dinner with my mom and auntie. Is Marc the Brittish guy?"

"No, mi vida. That's Steven. Marc's American."

"Steven." - you repeated the name, and unbeknownst to you Steven smiled, liking the way it sounded in your voice. - "So, when I was thinking about that night, I realized that it wasn't just the accent that changed. The way he talked, his body language, his facial expressions... Everything was so different from yours. At that time I just thought it was an act, but when you told me he was one of the other guys, it actually made sense. It just didn't really click at first. Then I used good old friend google and started reading about DID. I know, I know, not the best source of information when you wanna learn about illnesses and stuff, but I needed something to help me understand. Then uh... when I realized you may have told me the truth I was..."

"Sad? Devastated?" - Jake guessed when you trailed off.

"Butthurt." - you nodded to yourself in confirmation and Jake started laughing. His deep, genuine belly laugh. It made you smile.

"You know I'm a proud woman, Lockley, shut up." - you playfully smacked his shoulder.

"That you are, muneca." - he kissed your face. He missed it when you made him laugh. He missed rewarding you with a kiss for it.

"So I spent the next day licking my wounds. And the day after it. And the day after it."

Jake continued to chuckle. Both of you were hurting in the past few days, but it gave him relief that you were finally back in his arms. He felt so content in that moment with you.

"Meanwhile I was missing you. I wanted to apologize, wanted to call you or text you or something, but after how I acted I knew you wouldn't wanna do anything with me anymore."

"That's not true, baby. I wasn't angry. Well, not completely true... But I was... disappointed mostly. It hurt that you thought I was lying. It made me think that you didn't trust me in the first place."

"I know." - you hugged him and he caressed your back, while leaving small kisses in your hair. - "I'm fucked up. I just don't really believe that good things can happen to me. Then you came along and I finally started to think otherwise then... yeah." - you pulled away to look at him. - "I'm so sorry, baby."

Jake smiled and pushed his forehead to yours. He couldn't express it in words how much it meant to him that you came here and apologized to him. Especially this many times. But he just wanted to forget that fight ever happened and he wanted to focus on the good things from now on.

"Stop that, muneca. I forgave you already. You could push me in front of a bus and I would forgive you." - you started laughing at the refernece and Jake's heart soared. - "Te amo también."

You let out a sound between a sob and laugh and you kissed him again. Just when it started to turn more heated, Jake heard Steven clear his throat.

"Right." - he pulled away and pecked your cheek. - "Uhm, we don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, you can totally say no. But uh... Steven wants to front. He had a great time during that dinner and he was wondering if you'd wanna meet him officially."

You smiled big and nodded excitedly.

"Yeah. I had a great time too. He's funny."

"Careful, doll. You're making me jealous." - Jake warned playfully.

"Yeah? What if I tell you for the performance he gave that night I think he should've been the one I reward." - you winked.

'Thank you!' - Steven said pointedly.

Jake smirked.

"Don't give him ideas, doll."

You kissed his lips quickly then climbed down from his lap and onto the couch, but you stayed close to him.

"Okay, ready." - you beamed up at him.

Jake winked at you and he looked away for a few seconds then his expression changed to a very excited one.

"Hello!" - he looked at you with a big smile and you giggled at the very visible contrast between the two men.

Steven's eyes radiated joy and his whole body language changed, even when he was just sitting.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

"Likewise, love."

"You left quite an impression on my mom and auntie, good job!"

"Did my best. I like them too." - he admitted.

"Good to hear. We can visit them more in the future, if you want to."

Steven's ears perked up.

"That would be lovely! Although, I must admit... I was wondering... if you'd want to of course... to... maybe... have dinner with me sometime? You know... just the two of us?"

You tilted your head in curiosity then your eyes widened when realization hit you.

"You're... You're asking me out on a date?"

Steven nodded as he bit his lip nervously. God, he was adorable.

"I... I don't know... I mean..."

"It's okay, love. Was just askin..." - Steven said as his shoulders shrank.

"No! I mean, I'd love to!" - you admitted and he beamed at you again. - "It's just... I'm kinda... dating Jake. Sorry, I don't know how this works." - you shook your head embarrassed.

Steven took your hands in his and squeezed them reassuringly.

"You can stay exclusive with Jake. But he's completely okay with... you know... if you like me too..."

"Oh. O-okay. Wow, okay, yeah. A date sounds good." - you smiled, feeling your cheeks grow hot. Steven chuckled and kissed the back of both of your hands.

"Wonderful, darling. I'll give you back to Jake. For now." - he added with a wink and he smirked when you gasped.

"Hombre's getting too good at this." - Jake shook his head annoyed, then he looked in your eyes. - Mi amor, there's another little thing you should know about."

You squeezed his hands reassuringly.

"Yeah?"

"We are Moon Knight."

-----

Okay, so you needed time to process that information too. Your first reaction again was to laugh in his face of course, which he was getting used to by now whenever you're put under stress. The doubt was quickly replaced by a painful grimace when Jake summoned his black and white suit to prove his words and you fell down from the couch on your ass.

So a few days later as promised Steven took you out to a nice restaurant and both him and Jake was shocked (in a good way) how much effort you put into impressing him. You were wearing an elegant long sleeved white dress that reached just below your knees, and it had a very nice v-neck cleveage. You were wearing silver high heels and silver accessories, and the deep red lipstick was just taunting Steven through the whole evening to kiss it.

So he did. When after the dinner he offered to walk you home and you said you'd rather go to his place as you stepped closer to him to play with the hem of his button up shirt. He just couldn't help himself. Without warning he just leaned down and kissed you, eagerly pushing his tongue in your mouth when you immediately opened your lips to him.

"You're always this impatient?" - Steven asked with a soft growl when you pushed yourself up against him in the elevator, kissing and licking his neck.

"Ask Jake." - you purred.

Steven moved his head sideways to look in the mirror and saw Jake nodding with a smirk.

"Maybe someone should teach you some manners, then." - Steven panted and grabbed your wrist, holding it behind you with an iron grip.

You gasped and threw your head back when he held your strongly against him as he slipped his thigh between your legs. This time it was him who kissed your neck, but while you mostly just teased him with soft licks and small pecks, his teeth sank into your skin, sucking hard, then he roughly lapped at the marked skin, driving you completely crazy.

Women loved Brittish lads indeed.

After you clumsily exited the elevator, Steven pushed you against the wall of the corridor and pulled up your dress on your thigh with one hand, while his other was holding your wrists above your head. He teasingly licked your lower lip and when you wanted to kiss him he pulled away with a little smile, then when you pouted he licked your lips again.

"Shh, darling." - he whispered and you felt him caress his way inside your panties.

You opened your legs more as your breath caught in your throat.

"That's it, love. Such a good girl." - he slowly gathered your wetness and kissed the sensitive spot on your neck as he slowly caressed your clit.

"Steven." - you breathed and rocked your hips into his hand keeping his tempo.

"I've waited so long for this. Wanted to do this for so long. You drove me crazy. Look at you. So fucking gorgeous. And all mine. Mine to worship. Mine to play with. Mine, mine, mine." - he said possessively as he kissed his way up your neck and jaw then hungrily kissed your lips.

He pushed two fingers inside you and started fucking you, while he put his thumb on your clit, making you whimper in his mouth.

You moved your hips more wildly, his words and kisses fueled your pleasure.

"Yeah, fuck my fingers, sweet girl. You love it, don't you? You love it, yeah?" - somehow he managed to have a cocky smirk on his lips while he was watching your every reaction with great adoration.

When you nodded, he started pumping his fingers into you harder and he chuckled when your knees almost gave up under you and he let go of your wrists to wrap his arm around your waist. Your hands immediately went into his hair and you pulled him in roughly for another kiss.

"Say it." - he demanded between kisses.

"I love it when you fuck me." - you panted and you let out a high pitched whimper when you felt your orgasm started to build.

"If you cum on my fingers now, I'm gonna fuck you with my cock until you soak the sheets, alright, baby?"

"Fuck, Steven!" - you gasped and shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for your orgasm.

"That's it. You're squeezing my fingers so hard, love. Can't wait until I feel it with my cock. Fuck!"

Before you could cry out, he kissed you again to muffle your sounds, and he chuckled against your mouth as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your own squeezing his shoulder and pulling on his hair almost painfully. He loved every second of it.

"Good girl." - Steven pecked your cheek, and slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He then picked you up bridal style and carried you inside the flat and into the bedroom while you started unbuttoning his shirt.

-----

Four months have passed and your relationship with Jake and Steven was close to perfect. There were some fights of course, about small things, but you always managed to talk it out and make up.

Sometimes Khonshu summoned them to patrol the city and fulfill their role as the protector of the travelers of the night, but since the world wasn't in immediate danger, they didn't have to leave for long missions. And since they were practically invincible in the suit, it made you feel more at ease. Jake even asked you to stab him with a knife so you'll see they're completely safe while doing their superhero stuff. You rewarded his idea by smacking him across the head.

The only thing that made you feel uneasy now was Marc. It's not like he was mean to you. Far from that. During the few times he did front in your presence he was always very respectful, but he kept you at arms lenght at all times. It was very rare when you saw him though. You were pretty sure Jake and Steven made him front to try and make him warm up to you. To at least be friendly.

The guys told you he really likes the lasagna you make and they came up with the idea that you should teach him how to make it. You tried not to look too eager, but you wanted to make sure Marc felt comfortable in your presence. He was an attentive man, he respected your personal space, he offered his help whenever he could. But he only asked about the recipe and the ingredients and when you tried to make small talk he kept his replies short and as impersonal as possible. You tried to act like it didn't bother you, but his tense shoulders and avoiding eyes told you he wasn't having the time of his life either.

It saddened you.

Jake and Steven told you why he was like that. They explained the divorce. They wanted Marc to talk to you about it, but when they saw how broken you looked after you spent time with Marc, they felt the need to explain it to you.

"And here I thought I'm gonna have a quiet life with my cabbie boyfriend." - you tried to ligthen the mood and Jake smiled.

"Sorry we're making you go through several existential crises every week." - he kissed your cheek as he pulled you closer.

"It's only fair since you have to put up with my dumbass all the time."

"Trust me, mi vida, none of us think this ass is dumb." - he kneaded your ass playfully.

"But... he doesn't hate me, does he?"

"Of coure not." - Jake kissed your forehead. - "He's just... cautious. You'll need to give him time."

"Okay." - you nodded and when he nuzzled your temple with a soft call of your name, you looked up at him.

"Thank you for being here for us."

You smiled at his honest expression and you kissed him softly. When you pulled away and he saw you open your mouth, he put his finger on your lips.

"Just take the fucking compliment, woman."

You burst out laughing. Him and Steven were still trying to build your confidence.

You bit his finger and he hissed when you kept it between your teeth and applied more pressure. Then he grunted when you wrapped your lips around it and licked at the spot where your teeth marked his skin.

"You little slut. Looks like we need to keep teaching you more about those manners you clearly don't fucking have."

"Oh no..." - you pouted as you slowly backed away, then when you saw a flash of white lit up his eyes for a second, you started running to the bedroom giggling, with Jake hot on your heels.

-----

Marc cleared his throat and gulped as his eyes slowly opened. It was still dark, but when he felt your body under his arm he knew you spent the night. Again.

He lifted his head and...

Yep.

Both of you were naked. Again.

The moon illuminated the dark room with a soft silver glow and he noticed that during your sleep you kicked off the blanket from you. Again.

Your body wasn't that warm like it is usually when you're enveloped in their embrace, so Marc took hold of the blanket and wrapped it around your form. He rubbed your arm softly a few times and he felt you sigh in content, scooting backwards towards him, seeking more warmth. He welcomed you in his arm, wrapping it around you, and he pushed his thumb between your soft breasts while he rested his palm just under your left boob. He closed his eyes focusing on your peaceful heartbeat. This was the only way he could fall back asleep lately.

It didn't matter how much he wanted to stay away, how much he tried to convince himself that he was better off alone, the past few months proved him wrong. He saw how much you lit up Jake and Steven's life. Without any shadows. Sure the start was rocky, but you proved how big of a heart you have, fitting three men in there comfortably. Marc didn't know if you could feel the same love for him as you did for Steven and Jake, but he knew he was there too, it was shown by your kindness towards him.

He also didn't know if he deserved it. Especially after doing things like holding your naked body against his, in secret, without you having any clue about what was happening.

But it felt too good havig you in his arms, without any dark cloud hanging above his head, without any tragic memory shielding the joy he was feeling in those stolen moments.

He wondered if you'd be happy if you'd woke up in his arms, if you'd smile at him with love and kiss him with the same passion you kissed Jake or Steven with.

He saw the longing in your eyes, but would he be able to be the man you deserved, or woud he fail again? He didn't know if he could live with the fact that he was the reason why you left the boys. They were happy now and he didn't dare to risk it for his own selfish needs.

So he used these little sacred moments like this one to pretend you were his too. He pulled your body closer to his and buried his face in your neck, a small smile pulling at his lips despite his previous thoughts, because now your body was warm just like his.

----

"She thinks you hate her." - Steven said.

'I don't hate her.'

"Jake and I know that. She doesn't. Maybe you should hug her when she's actually awake for a change."

Jake snorted and Marc looked annoyed. He wasn't even surprised they knew about his little secret.

'You three have a good relationship. You guys are happy. I don't wanna fuck that up.'

'And why would you fuck that up?' - Jake asked.

'Managed to fuck it up with Layla too.' - Marc shrugged.

'First of all that was entirely different. I'm not saying that you deserve the husband of the year award, but that marriage was bleeding from several wounds. Layla was great but there were too many fucked up factors in that relationship for it to work.' - Jake said.

"Yeah, like... there should be a rule that you shouldn't marry a woman after you saw her father get shot by your boss." - Steven added.

'Can we change the subject?'

'Sí, Steven, rude.'

"Sorry lads, just facts."

'He's right though. You're keeping your distance from our girl, when you literally have no reason to, but it should've been Layla you avoid. It was just doomed from the start. You had no chance doing anything about it even if you wanted to.'

"Y/N knows about our DID, knows about Khonshu. We're not keeping secrets from her. One of the reasons your marriage failed was because you weren't honest. We are honest with her. Was it hard? Yes. Did it worth it? Also yes. She loves us, Marc. All that matters for her is that we know we can trust her. And we do. Just as she can trust us. It's a two-way road." - Steven said.

Marc closed his eyes and after a few moments he nodded.

'I'll promise I'll try to do better. Just... let me do it in my own pace.'

'That's all we ask, hermano.'

-----

"You look really good."

You looked at the man in the reflection of the mirror and smiled. You were standing in front of the full lenght mirror of your apartment, wearing a long, elegant sleeveless black dress, a pearl necklace with pearl earrings, and red lipstick.

"Thank you, Marc." - you smiled as you smoothed down your dress one more time. - "I thought Jake's gonna drive me there." - you said and turned around, grabbing your purse from the bed.

Not like that you weren't happy Marc was here. You wished he fronted more to be with you.

"Thought you wouldn't mind if I take you." - he smiled as he walked to the door and held it open for you.

"Of course not. I just wish I wouldn't have to go at all." - you made a face and then fake-gagged, making him chuckle.

"Why don't you quit if you hate your job?" - he asked as he followed you down the stairs.

"I don't hate the job itself, I just hate my boss and coworkers."

"Yeah, sounds better."

You giggled and beamed up at him when he held the car door open for you too. He smiled back at you and helped you sit inside.

"I just hate that it's not enough that I have to look at their stupid faces all day five times a week, but they have to make these stupid parties like we couldn't wait to spend even more time with each other..." - you rolled your eyes.

Marc chuckled again as he shook his head and started driving. He always thought you were cute when you grumbled.

"What does your Moon Knight sense say? Isn't there a bad guy somewhere who wants to kidnap someone? All I'm saying is I volunteer as a tribute." - you said as you looked around.

It wasn't just Jake who loved your humor. When you were talking nonesense Marc always felt all the stress leave his body. It was cleansing. You made him forget his worries.

"No one will kidnap you." - he pointed out.

"Why? Am I not kidnap-worthy?"

Marc laughed again, then he looked at you and his eyes softened.

"I wouldn't let that happen."

You felt your heartbeat pick up. Did you enter another dimension or was Marc actually making conversation with you? He was even laughing. Okay, maybe your prayers have been heard and he's warming up to you.

You smiled brightly at him, then you looked out the window again, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"I know you wouldn't. You still suck at trying to make my lasagna alone."

'You haven't smiled this much since forever, mate.' - Steven pointed out from the rearview mirror.

When Marc looked there, he knew his headmate was right. The smile was not leaving his face.

"See? I need you." - Marc implied, but of course you didn't catch that one either.

All three boys were frustrated with how oblivious you could be sometimes.

"And I need you. You should come with me, so I won't suffer alone." - you pouted.

"You know we can't. Khonshu wants us to patrol the city."

"Yeah, yeah. A majestic god is more important than me, I know." - you fake huffed. - "Oh, my god! Can he kidnap me?!" - you asked excited.

'What is this little bug on about now?' - Khonshu's voice boomed through Marc's mind and he just shook his head.

"Jeez, you really hate those people don't you?"

"Even better, can he kidnap them? Or just my boss?"

"He won't kidnap anyone. He's the God of the Moon."

"And you're the protector of those who travel at night. I'm travelling to my fucking demise."

Marc laughed again.

"It's just gonna be a few hours. Steven and Jake will make it up to you."

"You're taking me there, you should be the one making it up to me."

When Marc turned to you, you had a mischievous look in your eyes. It made his mind flood with a thousand images, none of them innocent.

It was funny how you could completely miss a flirting attempt from him, but then say something like this only a minute later.

"Like how?" - he asked.

You grinned wider, but then you looked out the window again.

"Maybe Moon Knight could kidnap me."

Okay, fuck. Marc knew it wasn't healthy how that idea turned him on. You looking like that and him dressed in the ceremonial armour. Him swiping you off your feet and just take you wherever he wanted. To do whatever he wanted with you.

He shook his head a little then smirked.

"Can't. I have a reputation. I'm the good guy."

"That's too bad."

Oh, now you were just fucking asking for it, he knew it.

A few minutes later you arrived at the office and when you said your goodbyes, you hesitated for a second before getting out. Should you... hug him or kiss him on the cheek? Or would that be too much? Was he flirting back or was he just playing nice for the guys' sake?

When you realized you spent a little too much time thinking about it, you gave him a smile and a small wave and got out.

Marc sighed and watched with longing eyes as you walked inside the building, greeting a few of your co-workers who arrived at the same time.

'Why didn't you kiss her?' - Steven asked.

"I wanted her to do it."

'Have you seen her eyes, hermano? She wanted to. You know how insecure she can be sometimes, you gotta make the first move.'

Marc sighed again and drove back home to get ready for the night shift.

-----

Marc spent his time mostly staying on the rooftops, watching over the streets. He stopped two mugging attempts, but otherwise it was a quiet night. His thoughts wandered over to you, wishing the hours went by faster so he could see you again. He smiled when he realized you were probaly thinking the same, wanting to get out of that Thanksgiving party as soon as possible.

From the corner of his eye he saw Khonshu stand up suddenly on the other rooftop and he hurriedly ordered him to follow him.

Marc felt his stomach twist as he ran after Khonshu who floated above the buildings, and realized they were getting closer and closer to your workplace.

"What is it?" - he asked the god.

"I heard screams from this way."

Soon when they stopped near the building they saw that smoke was coming out of one of the windows, on the same level where the lights were turned on. Marc didn't hesitate and sprinted to the edge of the roof and jumped off, spreading his cape. Khonshu moved the night wind to help him fly to the building and just before Marc reached it, he pulled his legs up and kicked in the window before he flew in and landed inside.

The room he was in wasn't on fire yet, but smoke was coming in from the open door. When he heard screams from a few offices down, Steven yelled inside his head.

'Find her!'

Before Marc could move, he felt himself get paralyzed for a second, because someone took over the control forcefully.

The suit turned black and white and Jake sprinted out the door and started running to the end of the corridor where he could see as an orange glow was lighting up the other side of the door. He braced himself and burst through the door.

What he saw when he looked around could only be described with one word. Hell.

Everything was covered in smoke or fire. The tables, the chairs, the shelves, the curtains were burning in wild orange flames on the far side of the office and people were desperately trying to find a way out as they held a cloth in front of their faces, coughing wildly and blindly waving around in front of them to try and escape the giant office. The fire was quickly spreading and Jake ran furhter inside. His armor was shielding him from the smoke and flames, but even in his suit he could feel the heat more and more as he went further inside. He couldn't imagine what these people were feeling without anything protecting them.

He couldn't imagine what you were feeling without him protecting you.

Just when his mind was about to enter a dark place, a body slammed into his.

Jake held the man's shoulders and turned him towards the door he just came through.

"Go straight and you reach the exit!" - he instructed him and when he saw he was going the right way he turned back.

"Y/N?!" - he yelled loudly as he reached more and more people and helped them escape as he pushed burning objects out of their way. - "Y/N where are you?!"

The more he cried out for you, the more desperate he sounded.

It was hard seeing or hearing anything. The smoke and flames made it impossible to see further than a few feet, and the screaming of the people and the rumbling sound of the burning objects were blurring together.

"Jake?!"

He looked around frantically when he heard your voice.

"Y/N?!"

"We're at the window to your left!" - your speech was interrupted by several coughs and when Jake turned in that direction, he soon saw that you were trying to lift a huge drawer off someone.

"Are you okay?!" - he sprinted to you and examined your body for injuries.

Your dress was torn a few places and your arms, neck and face were covered with black patches here and there.

"Yeah! But this thing fell on Monica and I can't lift it!" - you said, coughing again.

Jake turned to her and reached down, easily removing the drawer and throwing it to the side.

"Are you hurt?" - Jake asked her as he knelt down.

"I think my left leg is broken!"

"I'm gonna carry you out, is that okay?"

She nodded and Jake tried to carefully lift her up. She cried out in pain, and he apologized in Spanish as he started walking out.

"Follow me!" - he ordered you and you grabbed his cape, letting him guide you out, but a few seconds later you heard another scream. You weren't sure where it came from but you were not going to let someone burn alive.

When Jake couldn't feel you pulling on his cape he turned around and panicked when he couldn't see you.

"Y/N?!" - he shouted loudly.

"I think I heard someone! Get Monica out!" - he heard your voice from somewhere.

"Y/N, you've got to come out, I'll come back for them!"

"Hurry!" - you yelled and when Monica whimpered in his arms, Jake cursed and quickly ran out with her.

He found some men helping the wounded and he put Monica in one of their arms.

"The firefighters are almost here!" - he informed Jake, who nodded and sprinted back inside.

He ran to where he heard your voice and called your name again.

"Here!"

He saw you further away, trying to navigate with holding one of your arms out, while you coughed into a white cloth.

He ran towards you, but before he could reach you an explosion shook the building and Jake flew several feet back.

He groaned and sat up, looking into the direction he last saw you, and to his horror he saw that the whole wall was missing and you weren't there.

"No..." - he whispered, but before he could do anything his eyes rolled back and the suit transformed into Steven's.

He ran to the side of the building and looked down, seeing you were holding onto a beam, about a floor below him, hanging above the street which was dozens of levels below you.

"Y/N, I'm coming!" - Steven yelled as he started climbing down at the side of the building.

"Steven, I'm slipping!" - you cried in panic.

The fear in your voice crushed their souls.

'Come on, Steven!' - Jake urged him, but he didn't risk taking over, they couldn't lose even a second.

'Almost there, buddy!' - Marc said.

"Hang on, love, I'm coming, I'm right here!" - he tried to reassure you.

"Please, Steven, I can feel my fingers slipping!" - you sobbed as you readjusted your hold, but you could feel them slipping again.

Steven reached the other end of the beam and he slowly stepped on it.

"I'm coming, baby, I'm coming!" - he yelled as he tried to take slow steps, fearing his weight would make the beam slip. - "See? I'm here." - he said calmer as he crouched down and reached out for you.

To the boys' utmost terror another explosion shook the building and just as Steven's fingers touched yours, you lost your grip and with a heart wrenching cry you started to fall.

"NO!" - Steven cried out as he tried to reach after you, but you were already too far.

Jake's desperate cry sounded in their head as he watched paralyzed by fear as your body was falling towards the ground with ruthless speed.

Suddenly the suit changed and Marc jumped down from the beam head first. He pushed his arms against his sides and straightened his body to create less air friction and felt that he was gaining speed, and saw that he was getting closer to you.

As your mind registered that you were going to die, you closed your eyes and prayed to not feel any pain when you hit the ground.

Just when you heard the sound of the street gaining volume, you felt two hands around you and they pulled you into a body, enveloping you in a cape, then you felt as you crashed into something. Hard.

Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry as you slowly opened your eyes. The sound of sirens became more clear and as you gained focus, you lifted your head and looked down.

How the fuck did you survive?!

The first thing you saw was a metal crescent and hieroglyphs engraved into a chestplate.

Then it moved. Lifted up then sank back down.

"Baby?" - a shaky voice asked and you looked up, coming face to face with the glowing eyes of Moon Knight.

"Marc?" - you asked.

The hood and mask disappeared from his face and you saw tears in his eyes.

"Oh my god!" - he sobbed and sat up, then he kissed you.

Only then you realized you were still in his embrace, his arms never left your body.

He... he jumped after you. Marc jumped after you and when he caught you, he turned your bodies so he would be the one hitting the ground. Or the car - you corrected when you looked around while Marc's lips were on yours.

"You saved me..." - you breathed.

Marc pulled away and gently cupped your face, tears falling freely from his eyes.

"I did. You're safe now." - he said it like he couldn't believe it himself.

After the initial shock you let out a sound between a sob and a laugh and your threw your arms around his neck, kissing him.

Marc pulled you impossibly close as he kissed you back, happily opening his mouth when you licked his lips.

After he pulled away for air, you saw as his suit changed into the black and white one.

"Mi amor!" - Jake cried and hugged you forcefully as he buried his face into your neck.

"Jake!" - you squeezed him closer and kissed his hair. - "I'm okay now. I'm okay." - you reassured him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I tried to go back to you, but the explosion...!" - he tried to explain as he pulled away.

"Shhh! It wasn't your fault! It was a terrible accident." - you caressed his face and kissed him softly, but Jake deepened it, needing to feel you.

"I love you so much, princesa, I love you!" - he whispered as you kissed away his tears.

"I love you too, baby. Is Steven okay?"

Jake pulled away and looked down.

"He... He doesn't wanna come out. He thinks it was his fault. He almost got you, but he says it's his fault, because he wasn't fast enough."

"No, no, no! Tell him it wasn't his fault! Steven, are you here?! Listen to me, it wasn't your fault, okay?" - you cupped Jake's face as you looked deep in his eyes. - "Please come out, baby, I love you so much!" - you pleaded as you started crying.

Jake hugged you and you buried your face in his shoulder. Soon you felt the suit change once again, and you quickly looked up when you recognized Steven's.

"I'm so sorry, love!" - he sobbed and you quickly kissed his temple and hugged him close.

"No, Steven! It was an accident! You hear? It was beyond your control! I love you so much!"

Steven hugged you back strongly and slowly calmed down as you held him and caressed his hair.

"We thought we're gonna lose you." - he whispered.

"You didn't. I'm here. I'm here forever." - you told him and kissed him. He never kissed you back with so much gentleness and care like in that moment.

"I love you, darling."

"I love you too."

You kept holding each other until two paramedics approached you. Steven quickly covered his face with the mask and after he helped you climb down from the crushed car he went back to the building to help the firefighters search the building. He returned a while later informing you that everybody managed to get out.

"Thanks to you." - you smiled at him from the back of an ambulance as you breathed in oxygen from a mask. - "They're gonna take me to the hospital. They wanna make sure the smoke didn't damage my lungs."

"Told you to come out with me, didn't I?" - Jake asked after he took over the body.

You nodded as you looked away from his glowing eyes.

Jake sighed and sat down next to you and caressed your thigh.

"You're very brave for trying to save those people, but you have to understand that you're not invincible like us. I told you I was gonna go back for them. Everybody got out, maybe no one even was in there anymore."

"Yeah." - you nodded again and Jake pushed his forehead against your temple.

"Our brave girl." - he nuzzled your ear and you finally smiled.

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The boys stayed with you in the hospital the whole night in their suit. They switched laying next to you, holding you while you slept. Thankfully the doctors didn't find anything wrong and they let you leave the next morning. Once outside the building the people gasped when Moon Knight suddenly picked you up and with a sudden strong wind he flew up towards the sky.

You buried your face in Marc's chest as he flew through the sky and about a minute later he landed on the roof of the building where your apartment was.

"Whew, warn a girl next time."

Marc chuckled and carried you inside and down the stairs to your door.

"Your kidnapper won't warn you either."

You grinned as you fished out your keys and opened the door. Marc put you down on the couch then his suit disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving!" - you whined as you kicked off your high heels.

"Why don't you take a shower and I order something."

"Sounds good." - you said as you streched then you got up and went to the bedroom for fresh clothes.

While Marc ordered he saw you walk out completely naked. His mouth hung open as you approached him with a small smile and you pushed your body against his as you circled your arms around his neck. Your grin widened when you heard the voice on the other side of the phone asked him something three times before he answered.

"Y-yeah, double cheese." - he cleared his throat and he lifted his free hand to your waist and started caressing your smooth skin while his eyes dropped down from your face to your breasts that were firmly pressed against his chest.

"With cash."

He bit his lip and his eyes rolled back in his head when you started kissing and licking his neck. His hand slid down to your ass and he squeezed it firmly, then slapped it, making you gasp.

This time he was the one who smirked and he was more than eager to quickly tell the address of your apartment and he ended the call and threw his phone onto the couch.

"Can't find the bathroom, sweetheart?" - Marc asked and he kneaded your ass with his other hand too.

"I just need your help to wash my back." - you purred as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him.

Marc growled in your mouth and quickly picked you up, carrying you inside the bathroom.

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Wow, this turned out lamer than I thought! Gonna share it anyway, cause I spent a lot of time writing it. I hope at least some of you will like it! 🤞

Softy Jake》

Daylight

pairing (s): jake lockley x reader

word count: 1.2k+

warning (s): fluff, jealousy, and lots of fluff

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His heart raced when you smiled. 

Jake could not believe what was happening to him. Seeing a beautiful smile on your face, it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, scaring him a bit with the power you had over him. You were so pretty and so kind, and sometimes it made him worry that someone would take advantage over your kindness. But your big heart was one of the many things that he adored about you, and he would not change it for the world. 

He was not supposed to feel this way. 

He felt so undeserving of you, and it was as if he was dragging you into his darkened life. He had nothing good to offer you, and it would be a lie if he say he was not afraid of hurting you. He was not used to love and affection, but every time you said you were in love with him, his heart melted and a huge smile found its way on his face. He was happy with you.

You were like an angel in his eyes. He could not believe that you were in love with him. He thought you deserved someone like Steven, who would know how to treat you better than he could, being the sweetest one among them. But you fell in love with Jake, and not anyone else— It sent pride wrapped around his chest every time you looked at him with so much love in your eyes. Only him. 

“I got you flowers!”

No one had ever gotten him flowers before. It was strange to feel so appreciated like this, but he liked it, especially when you looked at him like he had given you the moon and the stars. 

“I’m supposed to get you flowers, Y/N.” 

“You did.” 

You responded casually, and he could only smile. He did get you flowers every day of the week, knowing how much you loved the gesture. And if he would kill to see you happy, getting you flowers every day was not a trouble to him. But of course, you would want to return the favour once in awhile.

“Do you like the flowers?”

Jake’s heart soared. He nodded, pulling you in for a kiss to show how much he loved the flowers you got for him. 

“You could give me a dead rat and I would still keep it forever.”

He said, making you laughed at his words. Oh, how could someone be so perfect? He questioned himself every time he saw your smile. 

“No, you deserve all the pretty things in the world. A dead rat isn’t pretty now, is it?”

You tilted your head a bit, grinning at him. Jake would die from the amount of love you were giving him, but he would not mind as long as he got to have your love. 

“You’re the prettiest.”

A sly smirk was dancing on his lips, as you hid your face in his chest, flustered at his compliment. But then you looked up at him, a shy smile was on your face, as you caressed his face. 

“Well then, it means that you deserve me.”

He believed you. Perhaps it was hard to tell himself that he deserved you, but now he never really questioned in anymore. He knew you would always come running into his arms, showering him with your endless love and adoration. 

Jake had never seen you angry. He started to believe that you were incapable of getting angry. You got annoyed at people sometimes, but never once did you blow up in anger. It was odd to know that you were very different from him, but it was a good difference. 

However, he finally knew that you were capable of getting angry. 

It happened when he was with you in the bookstore. Both of you were holding hands when you entered the bookstore, but then you got distracted by the books and let go of his hand like you always did. Jake could only sigh, shaking his head as he started to look for you. He could tell that you did not even notice that you had wandered alone, being too engulfed in your excitement. 

“Um, hello?”

He frowned as he turned around, only to find a woman who was smiling at him. He did not even try to hide his annoyance. He just wanted to find you, and now this woman was bothering him. 

“Are you looking for something? Maybe I can help you.”

“Do you work here?”

“No, but I can help you.”

She quickly said, and Jake almost rolled his eyes at her. He knew what she meant, with a flirty smile that she was flashing at him since he looked at her. He shook his head, not wanting to ruin his good mood by being annoyed at a stranger. 

“I’m looking for my girlfriend.” 

He blatantly said, his eyes wandered around the bookstore, still trying to spot you. He thought she would leave, but she put her hand on his arm instead, taking him by surprise. 

“You’re funny. I like you.”

She chuckled, and Jake was more than annoyed. It did not help that he could not find you, and now this woman would not stop flirting with him. Before Jake could say anything else, someone slapped her hand away from him. His eyes widen when he realised it was you, his sweet and kind girlfriend. 

“You’re touching my boyfriend.” 

Anger was dripping from your voice, and Jake had never heard you speak that way before. You stood in front of him, as if you wanted to hide him from the woman’s eyes even if it was impossible since he was taller than you. But the thought of you being so protective of him was fluttering his heart. 

The look in your eyes was frightening but the woman did not budge. She sent you a smile, thinking of it as a joke. 

“It’s not a big deal—“

“It is. Now stop staring at my boyfriend before I break your nose.”

At your threat, her smile dropped and she left without any other word. Jake could not believe his ears. Did his beautiful angel just threaten to break someone’s nose? He was a little bit worried to know that you could get angry if you wanted to. 

“I already told her I was looking for my girlfriend.”

You looked at him, softening your gaze as your anger disappeared. Suddenly, you were all smiles and giggles again, as if you did not just threaten to hurt someone a few seconds ago. Jake took your hand in his, not wanting to lose you once again. 

“I’m sorry that I let go of your hand. I didn’t notice.”

He grinned at you, still not believing what just happened. You knew what he was thinking, and you just rolled your eyes. He mentioned it once that he really wanted to see you angry, but you just laughed at him. It seemed like it was his lucky day. 

“I’ve never seen you so angry before.”

“I wasn’t angry, Jake.”

“You were. You were going to swallow her whole if she didn’t leave.” 

You just smiled, kissing his cheek softly. Jake let out a sigh of content, glad to know that you loved him so much that you would fight someone for him. It was shocking, but he loved it. 

“That’s because I love you.”

Your declaration of love for him always caught him off guard, leaving him smiling like a fool in love. But nothing could compare to when you smiled, love bursting into flame in his chest. 

His heart raced when you smiled. 

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a/n: I promise you I'm a Steven's girl but the idea of Jake being all soft on me and me alone makes me so happy <3

logan x reader core

Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....

SPOILER FOR MOON KNIGHT COMIC 2016 ISSUE 198!!

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guys i think we need to embrace that Jake Lockley is canonically a girl dad 😩

FOR SCIENCE | the project proposal

In which the Moon Knight alter system presents a unique opportunity to settle the nature versus nurture debate, once and for all...

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x afab!psychologist!reader (3.2k+)

RATING: EXPLICIT (18+, mdni) WARNINGS: descriptions of mental illness, depictions of DID, fetishization of mental disorders (DID), potentially unethical scientific practices, no smut in this part NOTES: again, please don’t read this if you’re concerned at all with research ethics, as this is NOT a good demonstration of scientific procedures and studies. DISCLAIMER: although i’m incredibly knowledgeable about psychology, i am NOT a professional. all psychoanalyses made throughout the course of this storyline are entirely my own, based on my own interpretations of the characters. in a similar vein, i am also not an expert on DID specifically (although i am well-read on mental disorders and diagnoses), so i apologize for any incorrect terminology or misrepresentation. don’t hesitate to call me out if i say something wrong!

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Marc Spector’s psyche was a psychologist’s wet dream.

Three distinct personalities, completely separated from each other, all occupying the same host body. At one point, all mutually unaware of the others, but now living together in solidarity and (relative) cooperation.

Meeting Marc Spector was a happy accident—but meeting a man with a clearcut case of Dissociative Identity Disorder as a Professor of Psychology? Now that was just pure, dumb luck.

You had met Steven Grant first. You’d run into him at the British Museum during a university-sponsored visit. Your interaction had been brief, but it was memorable for you nonetheless—there was just something about those soft brown eyes and dopey, shy smile that melted your heart.

Imagine your surprise when you accidentally ran into that same man on the bus, only for him to introduce himself as Marc with a midwestern American accent and a cold, calculated gleam in his stare. He was forward and confident—very much unlike your previous encounter with him. When you called his bluff and swore you’d interacted with him under the guise of Steven, he pulled you aside and gently tried to justify the confusion.

“It’s—I have this...condition. It’s—have you ever heard of Dissociative Identity Disorder?”

You had tried hard to fight your smile.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with it.”

It was only revealed to him—after his winded and lengthy explanation—that you had a doctorate degree in clinical psychology and specialized in mental disorders.

Steven’s curiosity was piqued, and Marc silently hoped you’d be able to shed some insight into the functioning of his fragmented mind. You quickly established an easy friendship, somewhat reminiscent of a relationship between a client and therapist—although you knew and cared for each other on a much deeper and more intimate level.

Several months later, you were finally introduced to the most elusive alter within the system—Jake Lockley.

You began to spend the majority of your free time with the men—all three of them seemed to be relatively taken with you. Steven was sweet, Marc was shrewd, and Jake was steadfast. It was sometimes difficult to conceptualize that they all shared the same physical body with how differently they behaved.

It hadn’t started as a project—genuinely, truly, it hadn’t. It wasn’t your intention to be so captivated by those big brown puppy-dog eyes or the softness within his smile. And the feelings you had for him—for all of them—were real, and raw, and indisputable. You would never, ever, ever do anything to make them feel uncomfortable or jeopardize your relationships in any way.

Which is why this was such a bad fucking idea.

Your nails drummed against the side of your porcelain coffee mug as your nervously chewed on the cap of your red pen, making a futile attempt to focus on grading the research report in front of you, but your attention was clearly elsewhere. Your eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall across from you, watching the second hand tick away slowly. The coffee shop was playing gentle soothing acoustic songs, the smell of cinnamon lingering in the air, but even the coziness wasn’t enough to shake your nerves.

“Hey, there, Doc.”

Your head perked at the sound of a familiar voice, a warming hand clapping your shoulder as Marc Spector walked to the other side of the small table and sat down across from you. You groaned at his greeting, pulling your reading glasses from your nose and setting them on the table in front of you.

“Marc, I swear, if you call me that one more time, I’ll—”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, although he was smirking slyly at you.

“Alright, alright, jeez—what’s got you wound up so tight, huh?”

He reached for the paper on top of the stack in front of you, reading off the title aloud.

“An In-depth Investigation Into the Underlying Psychological Causes of Erectile Dysfunction in Men Under 50.”

His face contorted in a look of disgust.

“Jesus—that’s gotta be the most boring fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.”

You watched as his eyes fluttered briefly, his posture sinking and his features softening. When his eyes regained focus, he shook his head, huffing.

“Bugger off, Marc—I think it sounds plenty interestin’.”

Steven smiled graciously, offering the packet back to you. You accepted it tiredly, throwing it atop the pile of what seemed like an endless supply of mediocre student submissions that had yet to be graded.

“Thanks, Steven, but Marc’s right—my brain’s fried. I swear, if I have to read another shitty case study about men whose dicks don’t work, I’ll gouge my eyes out.”

The man chuckled at your confession as you shoved the stack of papers into your briefcase clumsily, snapping it shut without a second thought and letting it fall back to the floor beside your table. You carefully picked up your mug and took a long, slow sip—your coffee was barely lukewarm, at this point, as you’d be sitting at the cafe for hours, working quietly as you patiently waited on your friend’s arrival.

Although Steven was blissfully oblivious, Marc was observant. His consciousness pushed to the front, studying you carefully—your white-knuckled grip against your cup, your shifty eyes that were looking everywhere but at him, the tension in your shoulders and nervous bouncing of your leg.

“Alright—what’s wrong?”

Your gaze snapped over to him where he was sat with arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed in suspicion. You tried to force a smile in an effort to cover up your uncertainty.

“Nothing’s wrong, Marc. Promise.”

You held his gaze intently, trying to convince him with your half-hearted response. His stare didn't waver, and after a few brief moments, you had to look down, overwhelmed with the intensity of his scrutiny.

“Alright, let’s try that again. Y/N—what’s wrong?”

You let a long, exasperated sigh, running a tired hand down your face. This had been weighing on you for a few days, at this point, and you still weren’t sure if you could handle the emotional labor this conversation would require.

“It’s true, nothing’s—nothing’s wrong, per se, I just—I just need to talk to you. I’ve—I have this idea—”

“Like—a work-related, science-y idea? You want Steven? Or—I can try my best to help, but sometimes you get excited and start talking really fast and I can’t keep up, but—”

“No, Marc, it’s not—I mean, it’s not really science-y, but like, also—it kinda is? I don’t know how to explain it, but I really need to—”

“I mean, whatever it is, you seem pretty worried about it, so obviously it’s important, and—and I just wanna make sure we’re giving you whatever response you need, or, at least—”

“Jesus, Marc, if you’d let me finish.”

You clipped, and his jaw snapped shut instantaneously, somewhat taken aback by your outburst. You were normally so controlled, practiced with your expressions, so seeing any sign of emotional imbalance was startling.

Guilt immediately flooded your stomach after you lashed out—you buried your head in your hands, taking a few slow, deliberate breaths in an attempt to quell your rapid heartbeat.

“Shit—sorry, I didn’t mean—this is just... I’m not sure how to go about this.”

You felt the featherlight brush of calloused fingertips against your forearm, coaxing your face away from your palms. When you finally lifted your head, Steven had returned, his eyes soft and reassuring. He pulled your hand into his, squeezing briefly before rubbing his thumb comfortingly across your knuckles.

“S’alright, love, truly. Take as much time as you need, and—and if there’s anythin’ you need from us, it’s yours. Just—whenever you’re ready.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies flitting in your stomach at Steven’s gentle promise. You inhaled once more, before finding his eyes.

“This—I need to talk to all three of you. Can you—are you in a place where you can all be co-conscious?”

Steven’s lips turned up at the corners at your thoughtfulness. He received verbal responses from both Marc and Jake—a confirmation that they were both actively listening.

“’Course. We’re all here. Is—do you have a preference, as to who you’d like to speak with?”

You returned his smile, offering a slight squeeze to his hand.

“I mean—since you’re already fronting, might as well stay, huh?”

Steven blushed, trying to fight the giddiness that came from your validation. He quickly steeled himself, reminding himself that you were struggling to open up to him.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, then, yeah?”

You cautiously pulled your hand away from his, mostly to keep yourself grounded and get out what you needed before you second-guessed yourself.

“So.”

You cautiously began.

“I had this—this idea. And it’s—it sounds crazy, and I get that, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, especially because—well, I just feel like this is something that could have damning effects on the entire field of psychology, with both practical and theoretical applications, but—that doesn’t mean—I don’t want you to feel obligated by any means to agree, or—or to feel pressured into anything, and I definitely don’t want you to think that—that I’m using you, because that couldn’t be farther from the truth, I swear, and—”

“Y/N.”

His tone was soft, a quiet interruption from your rambling, and your eyes widened in concern. However, he offered you a reassuring nod.

“Just tell us what it is, yeah? We’ll go from there.”

You nodded slowly, squeezing your eyes shut, before beginning again.

“There’s this huge debate in psychology. It’s pretty much the basis of a lot of our research—the whole nature versus nurture debate. Basically, it’s all about how much of our personalities can be attributed to genetics versus how much can be attributed to our life experiences.”

Steven was listening intently, leaning forward into your words.

“Well, it’s—it’s a concept that’s really difficult to research, because, well, we don’t really have a basis of comparison. The best thing we have to go off of is when identical twins get separated at birth and grow up in different places. Or, at least—that was the best we’ve had up until this point. Does—does that make sense?”

“Yes.”

He assured, nodding in acknowledgement. You only hoped the other two alters were keeping up.

“So, basically what I’m getting at here, is, well—you, and—and all three of you, really—Marc and Jake, you guys provide a really, really unique opportunity, because, well—you share a body. So, physiologically, you’re completely identical. The only thing that’s different about you is who you are, so—your life experiences and memories and things like that. You’re—you’re like the perfect example of how our experiences shape our beings.”

“Right. Right.”

Steven followed your train of thought carefully, brows furrowed. You took a deep breath. This is the part you were dreading.

“So, I had this thought... you three boys are so vastly different from each other. Like, really, really different, and—and you each have your own preferences, things like that, but—but you still have the same body. In my Abnormal Psych course, we’re studying intimacy and desire right now. So—so what I was wondering was about your—your sexuality. Like, to what extent are your sexual preferences due to your biology rather than your cognition.”

Steven blew out a shaky exhale, though he tried not to appear perturbed by your words. His mind was silent—he could feel the intense focus from his alters, now hanging on your every word.

“What if there was a way, to, you know, test, how different your sexual preferences are? And to test and see how your arousal is different, or the same, based on locations of stimulation and things like that?”

Bloody fucking hell.

In a split second, Marc was fronting, Steven slipping back into the headspace, completely overwhelmed and unsure of what to say or how to react. You noticed the abrupt switch, and after recovering from the brief whiplash, you felt panic spur within you. You’d scared him away.

Marc’s brows were furrowed, like he wasn’t completely picking up what you were putting down.

“So, what exactly are you suggesting?”

You closed your eyes.

“I guess—what I’m suggesting is that you—you help me research. You—you let me study you, each of you, independently, to see—to see how different your sexual behaviors and preferences are.”

“Like—like a questionnaire, or something?”

Marc questioned, but when you shook your head, eyes casting downwards, it suddenly dawned on him. Steven’s departure made sense. Everything made sense.

“So... so lemme get this straight.”

Marc made a stopping motion with his hand, gesturing for you to pause.

“You—want to have sex, with me—with us... for science?”

“Well, I mean, it—it doesn’t necessarily have to be with me, I could—we could find someone else, if you’re more comfortable, and—and I could just observe, or—”

“So you’re a voyeur, now?”

You jolted and Marc’s vulgarity, eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one was listening in on your conversation. Luckily, the cafe was relatively deserted at that point.

“No! No, that’s not—I’m just saying, with what I’m suggesting, it—it would make the most sense for the researcher to—to be more hands-on, but that’s...”

Your voice trailed off, staring at a speck of grime on the table, trying to calm the rapid racing of your heart.

Yeah, seems she's interested in being real hands-on, huh?

Marc struggled to hold in his snickering at Jake’s internal dialogue, but after seeing the worry that was clinging to your features, his sympathy prevailed.

“Y/N.”

He spoke calmly, cool and collected. Your eyes flitted to his, where he was watching you intently. However, you could see the ghost of a smirk on his face.

“So what you’re saying is... you want to have sex, with me, for science.”

He reiterated, and you opened your mouth to protest, to defend your credibility, to rationalize your bizarre proposition, but instead, a long sigh escaped you as you admitted defeat.

“Yes. Yeah. That’s…exactly what I’m saying.”

A brief silence stagnated between you, and there was a tightness forming in your chest as every worst-case-scenario began coming to fruition in the forefront of your mind.

“I’m—I’m so sorry, Marc, I didn’t mean to overstep, or—or—”

“What, exactly, would this entail?”

Marc inquired, unable to deny his curiosity. You blinked once, then twice, processing his words.

“So—so you’ll do it?”

He held up his hands as if to tell you to slow down.

“Just—hang on. Hypothetically speaking, what—what would this even look like?”

Excitement zipped up your skin as you reached down into your briefcase, pulling out a manila folder full of several sheets of scribbled ideas and disorganized thoughts.

“Well, see, I’ve been brainstorming—”

Christ, she has the whole thing planned.

Steven’s voice sounded faint, breathless, winded. Marc ignored him, instead focusing in on your sudden enthusiasm.

“—and I came up with a research plan. So, the way it would go—we’d meet for the weekend, three weekends in a row, with a week break in between. Each alter will have their own weekend to be the subject of study. Day one, we—well, you would lead the sexual encounter. Do what you want, showcase what sex usually looks like for you, what you like, what you don’t like—”

Marc's mind was reeling. He shamelessly attempted to ignore the effect your words were having on him. Do what you want. What you like. To you.

You were still talking.

“—and then the second day, you’d let me take the reins. I’ll psychoanalyze your behavior from the first day, and synthesize that with all the information I already have about you, and I’ll try to—well, I don’t wanna say push your buttons, but—basically, as shitty as it sounds, I’d be trying to bring to light any vulnerabilities, prod at the soft spots, stuff like that. Try to see if I can find what it is each of you seeks out through sexual intimacy. Does that make sense?”

Marc shook his head, lost in thought, but he blinked away the fog in his mind and quickly corrected himself with a nod.

“Yeah, I mean—I think so? Would this—what would you do, once it’s over? Like, what’s the point?”

“It would never be published, or shared with anyone else, I can promise you that. It’s—it would mostly be for me. Kind of like a passion project, I guess. I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and, well...”

Passion project?

What’s she mean, ‘she’s been thinkin’ about it for awhile?’

Marc almost shushed the voices in his head aloud, trying to clear his head of static so he could properly take all of this in.

He looked up at you, and you were staring up at him with eye round and hopeful, almost reverent as they passed over him. He blew out a slow breath.

“Do... can we have time to think about it? To talk about it?”

The fuck do you mean, jefe? I’m ready to start right now.

You nodded encouragingly, although Marc caught the brief glimmer of disappointment in your eyes.

“Of course, Marc. Take as long as you need. And—please don’t feel obligated to say yes. I mean it. I know—I know this kind of came out of left field, and—and I don’t want to violate any boundaries, or—or jeopardize our friendship in any way, I would never want to do anything to make you uncomfortable, just—”

You stalled your tangent with a slow breath.

“Just let me know, okay?”

Marc nodded at you, smiling softly and contemplatively as he rose from the table and exited the coffeeshop, leaving you to stew in anticipation and something adjacent to remorse.

The call came in the next day, at 11am on the dot. It was Steven on the other line when you answered, walking out of the lecture hall doors as your class adjourned.

“Hello?”

You answered.

“Mornin’, Y/N. It’s, uh—It’s Steven.”

You giggled.

“I know, Steven. I have caller ID, and believe it or not, your accent is kind of distinct.”

You could practically hear him blush on the other end.

“Right. Yeah. Well, I just—I was callin’ to, uh—Christ, of course they made me do this, I can’t even—”

“Steven.”

You interrupted gently, your calmness soothing his nerves to some degree. He took a breath.

“Sorry. I—We talked it over. The whole—your experiment. And—and I think we’re all up for it.”

You froze in your tracks, students continuing to rush around on either side of you in the hallway. Your hand was shaking.

“I—really? Are you sure?”

“Well, no—I mean, yeah, I just—of course, I’ve got some reservations, but, I mean—it’s for science, yeah?"

A smile was creeping up your face.

“Yeah. Yes. For—for research purposes.”

Yeah, solely research purposes, my ass.

Marc quipped internally, and Steven gulped.

“Right, then. Could we—shall we meet again today, or—whenever, to talk it over a bit more?”

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“That’d be perfect. We can meet same time, same place as yesterday?”

He gave a hum of agreement, and you felt suddenly breathless as the reality of the situation began to set in.

“Right. I’ll—I’ll see you then, okay, Steven?”

“Yeah, ‘lright, cheers.”

“And, Steven?”

You called quickly, hoping to catch him before he ended the call.

He hummed in response. You smiled.

“Thank you. Really, thank you.”

Partners in crime || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: the experience of working with Jake is great, but it's even better once the job is done

Rating: explicit! (+18) 

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), knife play, dirty talking, daddy kink, Khonshu 🤭

Word count: circa 5500

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: green italics indicate Khonshu, red italics illustrate Jake speaking Spanish

You growled as you ascended the stairs to your apartment. Being a thief wasn't easy because the job took you longer than expected and because the idiot you worked with almost got you caught. You were supposed to have a meeting, but you were two days late. All you had to do was return home and contact the guy you often worked with.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" You asked entering the living room and seeing Jake, sitting on your couch as if it was his own.

The man sat comfortably on your couch, his legs crossed, a lit cigarette held in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, and his brown eyes were observing you attentively. “Y/N, you're fucking late. Don't you fucking think you're wasting my fucking time, eh? I've been waiting for you to arrive, and nothing happened."

“I nearly got my ass ripped off by Brazilian police. I wasn't going to get late." You rolled your eyes and tossed the bag on the floor. "I was going to contact you after I reached back home."

Holding the bottle in his hands, Lockley took a deep gulp straight from it. "Are you expecting me to feel pity for you, sweetheart? It's your fault that you chose your work partners incorrectly."

"I don't care if you pity me. This is the last thing I need from you. So, again, why are you here and what did you do to get in here?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

A mischievous grin spread across his lips as he replied, "I've got my ways of getting in. I came because I was frustrated by the lack of contact from your side."

"I didn't intend to be late, and I really tried to get here as soon as possible." You sighed as you sat down next to him. "It's not the first time we worked together."

He scolded, finishing his cigarette and offering you a bottle. "It's not the first time you are late. I think it's just a habit of yours."

"Jake, don't be so dramatic. It's the first time I'm actually late." You groaned and took the bottle from him before taking a sip.

"How was it? Any interesting news?" He asked casually.

With annoyance, you told him, "Oh, it was such a beautiful trip. No news. I barely made it back, I was more focused on saving my ass just to come back to you."

"What happened?"

"Well, some fucker ratted us out. Being sure he'll get more money for it than for helping us, I shot him." You shrugged as if nothing serious had happened.

He looked up at you flatly and said, "Well done. You grow up."

Saying this, you looked back at him irritated as hell. "Don't speak to me like I'm some kind of noob. I know my job and I know what I'm doing."

He not only pestered you with his work, he also broke into your flat without a second thought; you have grown annoyed with Lockley lately.

The bottle was snatched from your hands and he downed its contents. "Will you help me with our next job or not?"

"Ey!" You cried when he lifted the bottle and huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "First of all, it's your thing. As long as you pay me, I'll help."

"Sure, I'm willing to pay. I've never stolen anything from you, chiquita, so don't worry about it."

"I hope so, Lockley. So what was it about this time? Did you again pretend to be Indiana Jones and chase after some junk?"

"No, I already said what I was doing. Some people need to be silenced, it's mostly done now, but you and your skills might be useful to me, nena."

"Oh, really?" You hummed as you placed both of your legs on his lap. Despite Jake's lack of boundaries, working with him was pleasant, and he paid well, which was enough. "I wonder why you need a woman to help you since you are so effective."

Immediately, he gently rubbed you on your calf with a rough palm of his. "I thought I was clear, a beautiful assistant is always a pleasant distraction."

"Oh, well, it's definitely a helpful distraction for you," You teased him slightly. "This isn't the first time you ask me for assistance. I should really charge you twice. For getting my hands dirty and then warming your cock."

"Oh, don't play such a prude, honey." He snapped a little, moving his hand up your leg, then slipping it under your leather skirt, massaging your thigh. "I haven't heard you complain about warming up my cock when I was fucking you last time, instead you cried my name so loudly you attracted the attention of pedestrians when I was fucking you in the back of my car." He said.  "No me mientas, hermosa." Jake whispered with narrowed eyes. "Moreover, you know I hate it when you tell lies to me."

As you softly gasped, you wrapped your arm around his neck. He was more than right, last time was fun. Although you wanted to repeat it, sadly it wasn't the right time. "You are so cocky and cunning that you better tell me what the job is. You broke into my flat in order to get it done, so spill it, Lockley."

"There's one guy. I need to get him off quietly, and you know me, it's fucking hard at times. But you have the ability to get to him without creating much of a fuss. He'll get all head over heels when he sees you."

"I guess he orders a lot of whores and I will have to pretend to be one in order to get close to him." You said, all needy and high-pitched. "Or should I play a girl eager to be fucked by him?"

Jake brought his hand to your cheek, where he rubbed his calloused thumb against your soft skin. "You're such a smartie. Just look at you, such a hottie. If we succeed in getting rid of him, I'll reward you."

"I need to know what dress to wear, so let's get to planning."

Waiting was his least favorite task. There was no way for him to control what was happening inside the apartment; if he wanted to stay low and not make a fuss, he had to trust you with what needed to be done. Knowing how to keep things quiet, unnoticed by others, was one of your skills. As he smoked another cigarette, he checked the time on his Rolex once more and let out a sharp sigh.

You both went with the whore plan. Being allowed in was not difficult at all, especially if the guy liked his ladies. You went there wearing the shortest dress you could find, fishnet tights, and black high heels. You started your job right away, being nice and flirty until you had the chance to slit his throat. Since he tried to lay his nasty hands on you too soon, he deserved it.

You didn't stop yourself from rummaging through the drawers while the poor guy was bleeding out. It wasn't like he had a lot of those.

As soon as you knew the guy was out for sure, you removed those damn hills and opened the window so you could use the fire escape. You finally made it safely into Jake's limo after climbing down. "You could tell me he is nasty as fuck. I will stop doing things like this, I swear. Fucking bastard."

Although it was a lie, the excessive amount of makeup on your face only exacerbated your anger.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at you. "What did you expect? That he'll read you a bedtime story and rub your shoulder? I told you what he likes, so don't bullshit me."

You growled, digging through the bag you left with him. "Nothing really. Guy treated me like a fucking ragdoll, putting his paws all over me as I stepped in. Now excuse me, I'll go insane if I don't take that crap off my face."

Then you grabbed your bag and went to the back of the limo to clean yourself up.

Once you joined him, Jake felt a huge sense of relief; it was like a heavy stone had been lifted from his shoulders. Despite the fact that you were just his co-worker, he felt strangely attached to you. If the dude you were with wasn't dead, Jake would have slit his throat for even touching you. When you reached the back of his limo, he started the engine and drove away from the hotel. As you sat down, you put your legs on the couch and turned on the light. After a quick dig in your bag, you pulled out the brush and brushed your hair before finding items to remove your makeup.

"Amazing work again, Y/N." Khonshu himself decided to appear on the other couch.

At this point, he wasn't anything new to you. "Thank you, but it isn't like I had a choice. Too bad I got blood on my dress. Jake owns me one now!" You said the last part a bit louder to make sure Jake heard.

Khonshu chuckled softly. "You'll get a new one, don't worry. Sometimes I feel I can only count on you and your skills. What did you get yourself?"

Finally, you were done with makeup removal and sighed, looking at Khonshu while rubbing your eyes.

“The guy didn't have too many things there. Thankfully I found some money and a necklace. Looks like he had someone, possibly a significant other. Poor girl." You shrugged as you put on the necklace, relaxing on the couch.

Khonshu observed you silently for a long time. "For now, you will not be assigned any new tasks. Everything you had to do was already performed, on a temporary basis."

You whined loudly. "Too bad, I'll miss Jake breaking into my flat or doing all the work for the two of you. Let's hope I will be needed again soon."

"Jake will need your help despite his reluctance to admit it."

"He's a difficult type, huh?" You chuckled.

"Pretend you didn't hear me say that."

The vehicle stopped soon after.

As you giggled, you pretended to close the zipper over your lips, promising to keep quiet about it. You joked, "Ey, Mr Driver! Why are we stopping? I have an important gala to attend."

Door openings and closings could be heard. Lockley joined you moments later. "What was it he wanted?"

You smiled at him, shuffled, and responded, "Not much. Just congratulating me and promising me a dress. Why? Are you jealous? Worried that the ancient god will take me from you?"

"I can't handle the idea of his sweetness paired with your equally wry attitude."

"Oh, wouldn't we make a good pair? Don't you think, Khonshu?" You asked with a wry laugh following. "Maybe we should jump on each other?"

Jake cocked his brow and snorted loudly, adjusting his leather jacket and lighting his cigarette. "Eres graciosa, Y/N."

Khonshu replied so both of you could hear him, "You’re my another candidate, Y/N."

As you bowed your head in acknowledgment, you said, "I am flattered by that. I will be glad to serve you." You looked at Jake and took the cigarette from him.

"You weren't supposed to take it?" His eyebrows cocked as he stated.

You shook your head and took a drag, letting out the smoke through your nose. "However, I did. What are you intending to do about it, sweetie?"

Jake did not say a word, but just let his eyes wander over your exposed body and legs in a too short skirt.

Just like you did in your flat, you put your legs over his. "Like what you see?"

"Perhaps." He replied quickly, yet once again his hand touched your calf.

"The last few times, you were more certain about my legs." After removing your legs from his lap, you started undressing. First it was your blood-stained dress, then those annoying fishnets. Soon you straddled his lap.

"Much better." You were too well known to Jake. He knew well enough that you wanted to fuck beneath the facade of hatred and frustration. As you shifted in your seat, his dark eyes stared right at you. As he brought his index finger and thumb to your chin, he forced you to look at him. He lowered his lips, "I don't like secrets being kept from me." Jake hypocritically said with a shrug. As his thumb roamed over your chin, tightly gripping it, he forced your head to tilt. "Tell me, what else did you grab from the flat, doll?"

Your eyebrows raised as you asked, "Since when am I yours? But since you asked so nicely, I grabbed some cash, which I need to survive, and because you never gave me gifts, I grabbed a pretty necklace, too."

He cocked his eyebrows as he studied your face. Suddenly, his lips pressed hungrily against yours as he placed a hand on the back of your thigh.

Grabbing his leather jacket, you kissed him back, moaning. Yes! It was the best part of every meeting with Jake; it's exactly what you were looking forward to.

You were pushed so that you lay down on the couch. Jake grabbed your face between his hands and pressed his weight on top of you. Your elbow rested against the seat, but Jake's greedy nature pulled you down. Jake slid his tongue along your lip. As he sat on his knees, sneaking his fingers from your cheek all the way down your neck. As his hands made their way down to your breast, he bit down harshly on the bottom of your lip, causing blood to prickle from the wound. When Jake kept kissing you hungrily, his calloused hand roamed along the side of your stomach, to your hip, and stopped at your thigh.

While it was annoying as fuck, you simply loved the way he handled you. He was the only one who could do that.

After pulling away from the kiss, you looked to the side with a smirk on your lips.

Khonshu sat there like it was a business meeting.

"Someone likes to watch how tiny humans have fun, huh?"

Khonshu's laughter filled the limousine cabin. "I've seen many things, my little Y/N, but some never get old. Don't worry about me, pretend I'm not here. Watching you getting laid is still way more interesting than meeting with all those fuckers at Giza."

"Whatever you say, boss." Shrugging slightly, you grabbed the collar of Jake's jacket and pulled him in for another kiss. As you waited too long, there was no more time to waste.

In Jake's opinion, it was odd for Khonshu to join you during intimate moments; he didn't care whether he was being watched or not, yet it still made him wonder what Khonshu's motivations were. Could Khonshu have been so lonely in his former life that he was trying to make amends in a strange, prudish way?

Your thigh was lifted over Jake's waist, allowing him access between your legs. Jake chuckled, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his favorite dagger. As his other hand rubbed little circles over your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, he brought the dagger to the underside of your neck and lightly tapped your skin. "¡Sólo mírate! On my fucking mercy. Are you planning to fucking obey finally?"

Trying to increase friction from his touch, you rolled your hips loudly, purring loudly. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn't hurt you, the dagger was just a toy. You shivered at the touch of the blade. “Do not think I am scared by this little thing, sweetie. You must do more to tame me."

Continuing to rub the dump spot on your panties, Jake planted another heated kiss on your plump lips. The tip of his dagger's blade was pressed harder against your skin, making you squeak for him. "Aren't you tame already? Being so fucking wet like a good girl would?" He asked. "Dripping down your thighs, just for your daddy?" 

His eyes became dilated at the sight. The sight of you so heated made his cock twitch in his jeans. There was no hurry for him. From your neck, Jake roamed the blade of the dagger to the edge of your lacy bra, then trailed the tip down your half-naked body to the fabric of your panties "Lift your fucking ass up for me or I'll have to cut through your fucking undergarment, doll." He demanded.

A soft hiss left your lips at the feeling of the blade moving down your body. When he got like this, you loved it, but it got even better when you pretended to be a bit of a brat. You reluctantly raised your hips for him. "I paid too much for those to let you just cut them." You said and wiggled under him to get your panties off. You stuffed them into his pocket with a soft hum. "This souvenir is for you. If you ever feel lonely, daddy."

The mischievous grin lit up his face as his brow furrowed slightly. As you were laying under Jake, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, Jake cooed, "Well, well, look at that, doll. My personal whore is at last being obedient. After I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for more, cariño." He deepened his voice. He said, "I told you not to lie to me." He pressed his dagger against your lower stomach, but after this, he brought it up to the stripes of your bra and easily cut them off; Jake grabbed the material and threw it on the floor of his car. Jake's calloused hand reached between your thighs, separated earlier by his knee; Jake's thumb rubbed your clitoris and reached down to tease your entrance. An enormous smile formed on his lips as his dark eyes dilated. "You're wet already. How pathetic. I barely touch you."

"Who said it was for you, love?" You asked, looking right into his eyes. Playing the brat always made him go even harder on you, which you loved. Looking at Khonshu, you let out a sweet moan. "I've always wondered if you were watching even if you weren't with us. Now I know how it feels to know you are watching."

Khonshu's laughter filled the limo. "Little human, you're so full of yourself, aren't you? I've been watching you all the time."

Getting up off the couch cushion, Jake pulled you to the edge, spreading your legs even wider. "If you want me to fuck you, you better shut up, stop speaking to him and obey." Jake murmured, pressing his lips against your clit, flicking his tongue a little against your folds. As he felt you tense beneath him, he groaned. "I miss that little pussy of yours."

Laughing with Khonshu, you glanced down at Jake, bending your back slightly to feel his tongue on your needy clit. Oh, you weren't planning to obey, not yet.

"I can tell someone is very jealous of me. What is the reason? Isn't fucking an avatar kinda like fucking Khonshu himself?”

Your clit was grazed by Jake's fingers. Jake saw how you were restraining yourself from begging, and the tip of his dagger grazed your thigh. "Shut the fuck up, Y/N, or you're going to fuck your cunt yourself with one of your plastic toys." Jake curled his lips in a fake frown. Grazing the inner part of your thighs with his tongue, he trailed his middle finger between your folds; he saw how you loved to play with yourself by roaming your fingers against that spot. He buried his finger inside of your slick heat, licking his lower lip, Jake's eyes fixed on your face.

That was the goal you were aiming for. He was becoming increasingly irritated by the minute.

“I am sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to make you jealous." You said softly, before letting out a quiet moan.

He loved teasing you. As his fingers were coated in slick, and as wetter you got, the more he wished it was his cock. He loved the way your back arched to his touch, your thighs quivering when you neared your peak. As soon as possible, he put the knife on the cushion.

Your juice gushed out of your needy slit as Jake spread you wide open. His mouth descended on you hungrily, licking and slurping, as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. The more he indulged in your sweetness, the more he moaned. His tongue plunged into your slit while his hand grazed your breast. His dexterous fingers twisted and pinched at your stiff nipples.

"F-fuck, daddy!" You whined loudly, moving both of your palms into his hair to tug on them. Those colossal fingers of his always made you see stars but you needed more. Moaning his name, you tugged on his hair strongly, arching your back. "Daddy... Please. I want you to fuck me hard."

Despite your dripping cunt, he kept on devouring you, moaning and sending vibes through it. He paused for a moment. "It is pathetically insincere of you to beg me like that, sweetheart. Show me how badly you want my cock to fuck your cunt." He returned to flicking his tongue along your folds, slipping it directly into your pussy after a moment. Meantime Jake took off his leather jacket, he unbuckled his leather belt, opened his fly, and pulled his pants and boxers down underneath the curve of his ass, his aching cock curled up towards his belly button. “Just look at what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

You smiled broadly as you stared at his cock, then straight at him, running the tip of your tongue along your lips. "Can I suck your cock daddy, please? I want you to fuck my throat until I am unable to speak."

Jake measured your face by the coldness of his brown pupils. "On your fucking knees, doll. What are you waiting for?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch cushion.

Getting down on your knees, you moved closer to him. After spitting on your own hand, you gave him a few strokes before wrapping your mouth around him. Your moves at first were shallow but soon you began to take more and more of him until your nose touched his base.

As soon as your gag reflex kicked in, you pulled away to catch your breath. You then wiped spit off the corner of your lips before doing it all over again.

In order to keep the hair from falling into your mouth, Jake gathered it on the back of your head, where he held you with both hands. "I'm so impressed with you, little whore. You're doing a great job."

"Just your whore." You gasped, pulling away for a moment before swallowing his cock whole again, staying at the base a bit longer as you started playing with his balls.

"That's it. Touch yourself. I want to see you play with yourself." He ordered in a husky tone.

Grinning around his shaft, you moved your hand between your legs and started playing with yourself as he asked you to.

Jake grunted as he rested his head against the back of the couch.

"Look at that, Lockley, our sweet Y/N is so eager." Khonshu commented.

You pushed one finger into your tight hole and moaned around him before pulling away quickly. As you gasped, you moved your hips a little. "Oh, daddy, fuck!" You murmured. "I want to taste your cum."

Jake let go of your hair, grabbed hold of your head, and got up as high as he could without hitting the roof with his head; he kept your head steady as his hips bucked, his shaft shuffling deep into your throat as Jake groaned. A grunt escaped his lips as he shot his thick cum directly into your mouth.

With a happy whimper, you took everything he had to offer. You closed your mouth as you savor the sweet yet salty taste on your tongue. You took a moment to show Jake what a mess he made in your mouth before closing your mouth to swallow it all, just being extra as always. Obviously, you showed him that you swallowed it all like a good girl.

He leaned down and kissed you rough, humming as he tasted himself on your tongue. "Look at you, my little puta, you learned a lesson. Atta girl." Jake sat back on the couch and jerked himself a few times; he got all hard again soon. As his girth curled with forking veins, the swollen tip dripped pre-cum down the underside of his cock. "Loss for words, querida?" Jake questioned. "Come to me. I wanna fuck that pretty cunt."

You crawled to him and soon climbed on his lap. "I know my daddy can get hard really soon. I still remember the night daddy fucked me for hours. I couldn't walk the next day."

As Lockley kissed your lips, his cock rested against your stomach. His fingers grazed your inner thigh as he said, "The first time we fucked, huh? What a beautiful night. You set me on fire with your stubbornness." Jake pressed his lips against yours as he threw you off his lap, pressing your body flat against the couch. He hovered over you, resting his arm above your head and looking down at you. During his movement, the ripples of his muscles contracted as his hair flung over his forehead, all messy. "Say it. Beg."

“Please, daddy. I need you to fuck me so hard that I am unable to walk. I want you to fuck me so hard that I am going to fall on my face with your fucking cum." You pleaded, touching his chest in desperate need of any touch.

"Good." Jake muttered, lowering his head and greedily grazing your lips. His hand curled around the flesh of your thigh and he lifted it over his waist. He stroked his cock over your sloppy folds. Jake smirked, "So fucking wet." In an instant, he sheathed his big cock inside your cunt, causing you to catch your teeth on the inside of your bottom lip. I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Whimpering, you bit harder at your lips. He wasn't the only one who was waiting for this moment. He ruined you, if you're being completely honest. There was no other man who could satisfy you. You didn't even try to get close to anyone else because none of them were Jake. You moved your hand between your bodies as you moaned his name.

"D-daddy, look what you are doing to your little girl." Taking one of his hands, you moved it where your bodies were connected and up, to your abdomen to show him the bulge in your lower belly each time he entered you.

His lips curled into a smirk as he grunted deeply. As he sucked on your neck, he massaged the area where the bulge had formed when he pushed into you. Jake's cock was so hard inside you. "That's my little cunt. My beautiful fucking whore." Jake moved his hips back to pull out of you. He glanced down to stare at the ridge of his dick drag against your walls; he took a hold of his cock and spat on it only to slip back into you, this time fucking you as hard as it was possible. His rough hand was running up and down your calf.

The entire limo moved to the rhythm of his strong thrusts.

You could only scream his name again, just as you had before. The only thing you cared about was how well you were fucked and not where he parked or if anyone heard you. He fucked you so well that you already felt sore, and you knew what it would feel like later or tomorrow. "You have this cunt only for you, daddy. I am your whore, your cumdump to use however you wish."

Keeping his hips surging in a repetitive motion, Jake rolled his head back. Your pussy felt too good around him, quivering with each heinous thrust of his. "That's right. You're mine. Fucking mine. Whoever tries to touch you will be dead." He urged his pace, picking up your other leg and resting both of them against his muscular shoulder. His balls hit your plump ass. "In or out?"

Feeling your own high approaching made your mind a little foggy. Everything felt so good. This time your mouth was open in surprise as you heard his question. You begged him with a pathetic whimper in your voice, "I-In... Please, cum in me. Fill me up with your warm cum and mark me as yours."

While biting and kissing your neck, he increased his pace. He pinned you down with his chest and weight. When he felt your wetness spilling over his cock, a powerful tone sounded within his chest as he shot his cum in your dripping core. "Fuck!"

You reached your climax by moaning his name as loudly as your lungs would allow. You tightened around his cock. "Fuck... Daddy! So good!" You moaned sweetly, rolling your head maximally back.

As he continued to fuck your pussy with his still throbbing cock, the pace slowed. After kissing your lips, Jake moved down to suck on your nipple. "I hope you are still on your pills." Having pulled out of you, Jake ensured that all the drops of his cum were on your folds as he jerked himself off.

As you whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, you nodded your head. "Y-yes daddy. I am on pills."

"Good." He praised and pulled both boxers and jeans up, zipping the fly and fastening the belt. Also, he improved his shirt. "Get dressed. Khonshu left. Maybe it was too much foreplay for him."

Groaning, you slowly sat up, shivering at the sensation of his cum dripping onto your inner thigh. Slowly, you put on your dress. "Too bad he disappeared. I was hoping he would watch the whole show. I tried my finest for him."

"For him? An old, fucking pigeon skeleton?" Jake cupped your chin between his fingers. "Do you want me to drive you back home, doll?"

"Yes, please. I don't think I can walk right now." You answered with a cocky smile. "And it's all your fault."

As he searched for his keys in his pocket, he pulled out the panties you had hidden for him. A cocky smirk spread across his face as he sniffed them and ran his tongue over the fabric. "No hay problemas, hermosa." Leaving you at the back of his vehicle, he returned to the driver's seat.

As you giggled loudly, you made yourself as comfortable as possible on the red couch. "You are a nasty fucker but I fucking love it, Lockley."

Instead of rolling the window that separated you from him down, Jake lit a cigarette and smoked it while driving. He couldn't get off his peak, and his member was still throbbing in his jeans.

After letting out a deep sigh, you rested your head against the window, watching everything that was passing by. You gradually regained your composure after the event.

"You love him." A strong voice chanted next to your head; it was Khonshu.

You were almost dozing off at this point. Khonshu's voice made you jump, but you calmed down once you realized it was him. "Perhaps. There is no place for love in my work, and I don't think Jake has a place for it either."

"You, small humans, are so pathetically stupid, not understanding the power of love and hatred." Khonshu said, shaking his head. "He does hold a very special place in his heart and life for you. It's time for you to realize that."

You chuckled. "Yeah, he definitely does. All he cared about was getting his cock warm before going to another job." Rolling your eyes, you sighed sadly. "People care mostly about sex. Not bonds. That's the way it is. Even if some want something more."

Khonshu tapped your head a few times with his hand. "I know you're better than that, little worm." He said before disappearing.

Suddenly, a thick envelope filled with money was thrown right next to you on the couch as soon as the window separating the back of the limousine from the driver was rolled down. Jake watched you in the rare mirror as he said, "Your payment, Y/N. I will contact you. Be ready at any time."

Just a Thug || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake breaks into your apartment just so Khonshu can ask you for your help

Rating: 🔞explicit, minors DNI! 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Jake being an asshole

Word count: 6918

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish; blue italics - Khonshu We have a non-linear story here, you’ve been warned :) 

Jake was unsure of what he was even doing here. It seemed the bird-head wanted him to enter one of the flats. 

Jake began to pick up trinkets, decorations, and pictures hanging on the walls to gain an understanding of who lived there. Apparently, it was a pretty, young woman. "What the hell are we doing in here, huh? Are you falling in love or something?" Jake chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief after taking a look at the bookshelf.

"Don't ask me such a stupid question," Khonshu commented, appearing right next to the man. "The woman that lives here owes me a favor."

As you slept on the second floor, you were blissfully unaware of strangers intruding into your home downstairs. It wasn't until you shot your eyes open after hearing a noise like breaking glass that you realized you had closed all the windows, making it nearly impossible for the wind to knock a vase off the windowsill. You sat up and listened for a moment before hearing a voice. A thick, masculine voice. You felt a cold shiver run down your spine as you wrapped a silver robe around your almost naked body. You walked barefoot down the stairs slowly and quietly. Your eyes swept over the living room as you emerged from the stairwell.

"Hope that wasn't too significant," Jake muttered, shrugging off the broken vase's elements off the windowsill. He simply walked around, wondering where the owner was. He removed one of the frames from the wall with great curiosity. "Y/N Y/L/N..." He hummed your name and read the rest quickly. As Jake put the diploma back up on the wall, he inquired, "Are we really getting help from some know-all with diplomas on her wall? I bet she's got a stick up her ass." Jake then made his way further into the flat.

"Don't you dare question my decisions!" Khonshu roared with anger.

In response to the man's remarks, you frowned and opened your mouth wide. "Excuse me?! Who are you? What are you doing at my house? I have a gun and the authority to kill you for invading my property without my permission, so back off, bastard!"

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger even if I showed you how," the man told you before turning to look at you. In all honesty, you didn't look bad, but he was already annoyed by your screams. "Don't ask me, ask the bird skull. He talks about a favor you owe him."

"Bird skull... Did you fucking... Wait. Khonshu? What the fuck?!" You raised your voice, walking to the light switch to turn the lights on.

Jake frowned at the bright light spilling over the room. "I am his avatar and he dragged my ass here, and stop screaming, woman."

A harder frown appeared on your face. You glared at the man in disbelief. "Unbelievable. Of course, Khonshu couldn't pick someone classy. Ey, birdie, what the fuck? Can you come here and talk? Because I'm not willing to speak with your fucking friend."

Jake honestly felt offended by you now. He had more class than some academic woman so sure of herself just because she got a paper or two, framed it, and hung it on the wall.

"Silence! Both of you!" Khonshu ordered, manifesting himself in the corner of the living room.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you tightened your robe around your figure. "What is this ridiculous action about? What's that crucial that you drag some random...," you gave Jake a glance, "thug here?"

"Thug? You better apologize, woman." Jake warned, pointing his index finger right at you.

"You must know why I am here. Don't pretend you don't, Y/N," the Moon God said, looking at you.

"Don't talk to me," you raised your hand to silence the stranger as your attention returned to Khonshu. "I am not willing to help you gain entry to the Council again. You fucked everything up last time."

"Eres una puta," Jake muttered, taking a seat on the couch.

"You are obligated to do whatever I ask you to, human," Khonshu demanded, growing annoyed.

"I'm not your avatar. Ask your kind companion," you pointed at the stranger and gasped, seeing him casually taking a seat on your couch. You turned to him and walked closer. "Uhm, excuse me? I don't recall letting you take a sit."

"I don't recall asking you," Jake concluded, putting his legs up on the coffee table while looking straight at you. "Listen, sweetheart. I don't want to be here, you don't want me to be here either, so let's just get this done with the bird skull so I can leave without getting rid of you."

You gasped again. "Don't call me sweetheart. Unbelievable. Y/N, wake up," you muttered to yourself, leaving the room to reach the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, containing a few ice cubes and some whiskey. You returned to the living room and sat at the dining table standing beside one of the windows. "How am I supposed to do that?" You asked looking at Khonshu. "I don't have any special powers or skills. You're asking the wrong person. And I owe you nothing."

Jake said wryly. "You are not only a whiny brat but also a disgraceful host. I would also like a beverage."

"You always knew your way, Y/N. You are the smart one," Khonshu said, and Jake laughed at this.

"Seriously, one more comment and I'll drag ya out myself," you grunted and jumped off the table to get a drink for your unexpected guest. You returned with a glass filled with whiskey and ice and handed it to him without a word. After returning to your place, you crossed your legs nicely, scoffing. "Even if, I will need time to organize everything."

"Then better get to it, Y/N. Take as long as you need, Jake will help you."

Jake choked on his drinking. ”¿Estás bromeando? ”

You sighed, stopping yourself from commenting more. You let your eyes roam along with his features - he was a handsome fella, but his attitude and rudeness were more outstanding than his physical charm. "Great."

"I'm not happy about this as well, sweetheart, but work is work," Jake shrugged, taking a sip of his drink which wasn't tasty but he decided not to mention it.

"I'm done for now. I need to think. I'll let you know once I have everything prepared," you replied to Khonshu. After getting off the table, you looked at the stranger. "If you want, you can stay here, since we have to work together. Ridiculous."

"I didn't plan to leave, sweetheart. I need to keep an eye on you to be sure you aren't trying anything funny." Jake said, giving you a nasty smile.

You replied with the equally same grin, "You sleep on the couch. I'll bring you a pillow and quilt."

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't bother your pretty small head about it," he waved his hand at you. "I'll be fine without."

Naturally, you didn't give a damn about his words, and a few minutes later you returned with a fresh set of bedding. You placed it next to him on the couch, checking twice whether Khonshu was still present, but the Moon God was long absent. "If you need anything, feel free to use the kitchen and bathroom, but I'm begging you, don't destroy my interiors. The vase you broke was an ancient vase from the Ming dynasty," you explained, your tone saddened as you went to clean the shattered porcelain from the floor. "You're not allowed upstairs, it's my bedroom and private space, so keep yourself downstairs if you don't want to listen to my screams again."

"Sadly, I have to listen to your whining now," Jake scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"Be grateful I didn't call the cops."

"Be grateful I didn't shoot you," Jake replied with a wry grin glued to his lips.

You rolled your eyes and left him downstairs, returning to your bedroom, making sure to lock the door.

Jake chuckled to himself, hearing the click in the door. If you only knew that lockpicking was child's play, you wouldn't be so sure of it.

Due to the fact that he didn't feel like sleeping in a random girl's apartment, he decided to snoop around the flat, just to find out more about who you even were.

Knowing you had an unwanted guest downstairs wasn't comforting, so you were tossing from left to right, trying to catch some sleep. Eventually, you sat up, groaning and rubbing your temples, and decided to leave your room for the bathroom to take some pills to help you fall asleep.

"Trouble sleeping? I don't bite," Jake commented as soon as he saw you. Currently, he was sitting in the kitchen, smoking.

"You're not allowed to... Whatever," you rolled your eyes, as you grew angry with him smoking inside. Tightening your robe, you crossed the kitchen and reached the bathroom, took one pill, and swallowed it, leaning forward to the sink to drink some cold tap water. "I'm not sure, you broke into my flat after all."

"If I was so sinister, I wouldn't snoop around but go straight up to get rid of a sleeping beauty," Jake explained simply. "Meanwhile, I sit here, like a good boy, so don't complain."

"I say nothing," you told him, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. "Your name is Jake?"

"Yup," he nodded, shaking the ash from his cig into an ashtray he somehow found. "And you are Y/N."

"Correct."

"You are some kind of professor and what? Are you a cute, history professor in a pencil skirt and glasses when you're working, but you do some Indiana Jones shit when you're off?"

"Let's say you're correct," you said, sitting next to him, unscrewing the water. "And you? Why did Khonshu pick you for his avatar? You have the appearance of a real-life thug."

"I can steal, break into places, and kill. Khonshu has everything he needs to take care of dirty businesses with ease. I bet you don't smoke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do," you nodded slightly, "But I don't smoke indoors. I don't like the scent lingering on the furniture."

Jake laughed at that. "So you smoke, but the smell bothers you. Okay, mademoiselle,” the man shook his head, putting out a newly started cigarette in the ashtray. What a waste.

You raised your eyebrow but kept yourself from making further comments. "I have no idea why Khonshu needs my help when he has you," you claimed openly. "Do you need anything for now?"

"I am fine and don't ask me that. Apparently, you can do something I cannot, so it's your problem, not mine," Jake shrugged, scratching his head.

"If you'd like to refresh yourself, the bathroom's on this floor, at the back of the corridor," you informed him, getting up from your place. "Since you're going to be my guest for God knows how long, I can close my eyes on that smoking thing. But please, do it in the kitchen. Deal?"

"Don't worry. I already know where is what," Jake sighed and listened to you with an eye roll. "Smoking only in the kitchen, you got that, lady."

You patted his shoulder briefly. "Thank you. Sleep well," you said before returning upstairs to your room.

He didn't stop himself from checking out your ass as you walked away. The fact that Khonshu put him in such a position meant he could at least get some pleasant views.

You got up in the morning, stretching your back lazily. You picked some fresh clothes and headed downstairs to take a shower.

As it turned out, Jake wasn't just some kind of a thug.

He was a thug who knew how to do something more useful every day than dispose of dead bodies since when you came downstairs, breakfast was waiting for you.

You blinked, entering the kitchen while drying your still wet hair, you had a simple, white t-shirt and pair of fitted shorts on. "Oh, oh, okay, I'm fucking surprised..."

"I can cook. Magic, right? I am more than a stupid thug you thought I was," Jake muttered, wiping his palms on a rug.

"I apologize for my outbursts last night," you admitted to being wrong as you sat at the table, looking up at him. "I was surprised by an unexpected visit. I am not a bitch if you get to know me better."

"I haven't changed my mind about you yet," he said and sat down to eat his portion. "Hope ya will like it."

You didn't reply, just observed him for a second before you started eating your meal. He not only knew how to cook, but he also made the most delicious meal you had had in a very long time. After breakfast, you got up from your place and began to wash the dishes. "I'll leave you alone in the house today, I need to venture out to a few places to get things done on Khonshu's behalf."

"You don't need help getting those things?" Jake asked, blowing softly at a mug full of coffee. "I can help if you don't want to break a nail."

You smirked to yourself. "Don't worry, I'm not one of those whining chicks. But, actually, if we speak about that, I'll need your assistance at the evening gala. It'll be easier to get there with a plus one to not get too much attention."

"Yesterday you whined like crazy," Jake chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee, but stopped as soon as he heard the word gala. He raised an eyebrow, putting away the cup. "Excuse me?"

"First, I need to somehow get there. And Khonshu mentioned you're a competent driver. It takes place in another city and I'm not keen on catching a taxi. Second, I'll have to vanish in the service room from there after a speech I'm about to deliver. So having a plus one will make it better because you'll get all of the attention on you."

"How do you expect me to get all the attention, estúpida? "

"You'll make a fuss, partner."

Jake was not happy with the idea of making a fuss. "Do I really have to go there? Can't I just wait outside on some signal or something?"

"No. You need to be inside to clear a trespass for me."

"Well, then I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else. Maybe one of your friends will be glad to go," he said simply, adding quickly, "galas aren't my thing."

"None of my pals know how to use a gun, sadly," you said. "But okay. I'll do it on my own."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Fine. I will do it."

You walked to him after drying your hands and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"Stop right there, girl. A kiss on the cheek ain't enough for such a thing."

You were about to leave the kitchen but stopped when you heard him. "What do you mean?"

"Ya want me to humiliate myself at some gala? Ya kiss here," Jake smiled nasty, tapping his lips.

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Having placed the towel you held in your hands on the counter, you returned to him, took his cup of coffee from him, and put it on the table. Straddling him, you cupped his cheeks and offered him a heated, french kiss. "Satisfied?"

Jake wasn't expecting you to do that, but he was not inclined to complain. In his book, you simply added one point for yourself. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them a bit. "Maybe if you wear a nice dress and do it again, I will be content."

You licked your lips looking at him before placing a few kisses on his jawline. As much as you didn't want to do it, this fella was having some strange influence on you. "I hope you'll help me pick one."

"I will but be aware you won't look like a princess but a slut. I simply like when girls show a lot," he warned in a low tone.

"I don't mind it at all. I'm not a princess, my dear," you told him, getting off his lap, and tapping his shoulder.

"Perfecto," he hummed and returned to his coffee.

You spent a half-day out of the house, running errands and digging things for Khonshu as well.

You returned late afternoon and quickly decided to refresh yourself with a shower. You put make-up on and did your hair by waving it with a curling iron. Last but not least was the dress you were about to choose.

Jake got as ready as he could while you were away. He picked up some decent outfit he had stuffed in the trunk. All he hoped was that it would be enough for the party. "What about your dress, cariño?"

You get downstairs with two dresses in hand. One was a regular mini black dress, the other was a lacy red dress. "No idea. Which one?" When you saw him in a suit, you smirked. "Wow, look at you. Sharp."

He muttered, pulling at the collar, "I don't fucking feel so sharp." He glanced at the dresses and hummed. "Don't you have anything lacy but black?"

"Give me a second."

You put the dresses on the couch and headed back upstairs. After a long moment, you returned to him. "It's a bit tight here and there as I remember." After putting it on the sofa, you walked over and helped him adjust his tie. "You're fucking sharp, trust me, all the girls will be head over hills for ya."

Jake said, ignoring your comment, "Get in that dress. I want to see if it is tight here and there. cariño."

Nodding, you took the dress with you back to the bedroom. You wore a black-red set of lacy underwear beneath, as well as black stockings with garters. By checking yourself in a mirror, you improved your tits in the dress. After that, you returned to him.

As he waited for you to return downstairs to him, he tapped his knees out of boredom.

"And?" You asked, stepping into the room.

Jake finally looked at you, smiling. In a few places, the dress was too tight, but in a good way, he liked it already. "Te ves tan bien que te follaría aquí y ahora," Jake smiled proudly, scratching his chin.

You smirked at him. "I'll take it as a compliment." Walking to him, you offered him your palm. "Shall we, Jake?"

Sighing deeply, Jake took your hand and nodded. Even though he didn't like it, he didn't know what else he could do. "Yeah. The car is waiting outside."

Your excitement burst once you saw his car - a long, white limousine. "Oh, dear Lord, what a beautiful car!" You squeaked loudly, eyes opened wide as you circled the car twice. "Where did you get this beauty from?! What's under the bonnet? 300 horsepower or more?"

Jake frowned a little, listening to your squeaks as he walked to the door. "Something like that," he muttered opening the back door. "Get in."

You got in, making sure your dress wouldn't roll too high up your thighs. "Forgive me. I like cars, and sometimes I can get all over them. I know you probably think I'm a stupid chick, and that's fine."

Jake shut the door with a loud slam before getting into the driver's seat and saying, "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The small window behind him rolled down. "If you need a beverage, there are glasses and bottles. I bet you will find everything," he informed you briefly, before rolling the window up.

Despite the long ride, you two ended up at the gala.

It took place in a building that probably was built for rich people to have their fancy parties.

Jake already didn't like the people that surrounded him; all those men and women thought that they were someone because of a few papers and money. "What's the plan, little one?” He asked, holding your arm as the two of you walked in.

You were reluctantly getting out of Jake's car. You already felt very comfortable there and the thought of joining the gala actually made you feel sick. All you used from the miniature bar in his limousine was a mini bottle of water.

"See that door?" You asked, gently pointing in the direction with a nod. "The service room is there. As you can see, simply walking there would gather the curious eyes of at least several attendants, not to mention the guards on the upper floor," you said, stopping with him as if you were about to improve his collar so he could take a look at the balconies on the second floor of a huge ballroom. "All of them have guns, so sneaking past them is impossible. My first idea was to seduce one of them, grab the keys, cause some light failure, and run there to get their computer hacked but it's too risky. Now, go have a drink and I'll get prepared for the speech," you patted his chest.

Jake raised his eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure? Because this seems a bit extreme, even as security."

"The thing they're guarding requires some special resources," you told him.

"And what is that?” He laughed softly.

"I'll show you once I get it in my paws. Deal?"

"Deal," Jake nodded and kissed your cheek. "Go get ready then, niña pequeña. I'm gonna make a fuss later."

The kiss was completely unexpected and when he walked off, you placed your palm on the cheek, breathing sharply in. You found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

The speech about ancient Egyptian culture and gods you gave met with huge applause from onlookers. Thanking the gala host, you got off the podium slowly.

Lockley watched it and listened to your every word. You actually manage to make boring stuff sound interesting. "Well done, cariño," Jake hummed, smiling at you.

You nodded at him a little, slowly proceeding to the service room with a glass of champagne in your hand.

According to plan, Jake decided to make a fuss and he did it right, getting everyone's attention without putting much of it on himself - he got into a heated argument with one of the guests, which ended into a tiny fight with few blows aimed at man's stomach and chin.

You could work freely.

After the entire mess caught people's attention, you slipped into the room unseen, plugged your USB flash drive into the computer, and infected it with a virus. Only then you gained an access to hidden folders and files you've been looking for.

As unnoticed as before, you left the room after everything was copied to your drive and any signs of hacking were removed. With a swing in your hips, you left the huge ballroom, and nodding your head at a few people, you headed to the exit of the building, slowly.

Jake also got himself out of the building, after being asked by the security to leave after the fight, sighing happily as soon as he exited that fucking gala. The moment he spotted you, he joined you. "How was it?”

"I have everything," you told him simply. "You did a great job. Can we get back home?"

"I dream about nothing else but that," Jake nodded. "Khonshu will be glad. What do you even have there?”

"It's a file," you told him. "Encrypted file with the location of date of other avatars which would be needed if Khonshu wants them to meet in Giza."

"You think it will help?"

Getting into the car, this time on the front seat, you explained, "I think that's the only way to find other avatars, which normally would take months or not be possible."

Jake watched you, more surprised by where you chose to sit than by what you were saying. "You don't want to ride on the back?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to sit in the front to watch outside a little."

"I don't mind at all. It will be a pleasant ride," he nodded. "Ready to get back or do you have any other plans?"

"No, no, I don't have any other plans. I simply want to get back home."

Jake nodded and started the engine. Without saying a word, he drove you home. The job was done, so there was nothing left to say.

Once the two of you made it to your place, Jake left the limousine as the first to open your door.

"Thank you," you nodded at him. "Since your job is done and since I got everything Khonshu wanted, I think we'll part ways."

"I'm afraid he will decide and I know this simple thing won't be enough for him so I have to stay longer," Lockley declared.

You nodded. "Maybe you're right. Nevermind. Come on then." You opened the door with the key and asked, "Ya want a drink?"

"I would kill for a good whiskey. All they had was some shitty, fucking champagne," Jake murmured as he flopped on the couch to remove the tie that had been driving him crazy the whole evening.

"I only have Johnnie Walker or Jack Daniel's. Which one then?" You asked, closing the door on the lock and heading to the kitchen, still in your high heels. "You want some ice, too?"

Jake raised an eyebrow and responded, "Who drinks Whisky without ice? Whatever you choose will be fine."

"Actually, I do," you said, shrugging a tad. After putting a few ice cubes into a round glass, you poured the coppery liquid into it. You returned back to the living room to pass the glass to your guest.

"Well, you really are a weirdo," he said, accepting the glass. "At least you are la chica más hermosa."

"Thank you," you told him, taking a seat next to him.

Jake did not say a word as he drank from his glass. Lockley seemed curious if you would do anything interesting or if you would just sit and play the saint.

"Can I have a strange question?" You tapped his knee.

"Claro," Jake nodded, looking at you.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound desperate, but since you're here... Uhm, could you sleep in my room tonight?" You asked, blushing a bit, biting your lower lip.

Jake raised an eyebrow as he watched you. It was an interesting request. "You want a thug with blood on his hands sleeping in your room tonight?"

You improved your position on the couch, pulling your legs under your chin. "If you don't mind... And stop it, I apologized for being mean, Jake."

Smiling, he moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Ask nicely and I can think about this."

You rolled to your knees and looked at him. "Ask you nicely? Like that?" You asked, slowly straddling his lap, wrapping your shoulders around his neck. Only then did you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. "Is that okay?"

Pulling away Jake hummed, licking his lips while wrapping arms around your waist. "Well, I am not really sure. I did everything I could and this now? A kiss seems insufficient."

"What can I do for you to agree?" You whimpered kissing his jawline. "Please?" You gasped a bit at the firm grasp of his hands on your waist.

"Beg a little more and I may agree," Jake chuckled, playing with the material of your dress.

You whined quietly, next to his lips. "Jake, please. I don't want to sleep alone… I need ya..." You kissed him again, slipping one of your hands under his shirt.

"First of all, you could remove these hands," Jack said, simply grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands up. "I don't remember you getting permission to touch me."

You nodded and looked up into his dark eyes. "I'm sorry, Jake."

"Buena niña. I hope you are really sorry," Lockley nodded, giving your wrists a strong squeeze. "Now. Get that ass to that bedroom of yours."

You jumped off his lap and off the couch, grabbing him by his large palm and leading him upstairs with you. You opened the door and got inside first, clicking off your high heels. 

"Look at you. So eager," Jake laughed softly. "What has gotten into you?”

"Nothing. I just, uhm, I'm so glad you agreed to join me," you smiled at him. "Do you want something to change into?"

"No, sleeping naked will be enough for me," Jake unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side before climbing on the bed with you. The man towered over you. "Hola muñeca."

You blushed at his words - imagining his naked form right next to you in your bed made you shiver a tad. "Hi," you whispered, watching his naked chest. "You're so handsome..."

"Conozco esto muy bien y cariño, eres tan sexy deja hacer que te vengas," Jake leant down and pressed his lips to yours, grabbing the back of your neck to be sure you won't pull away.

You moaned into the kiss. The way he manhandled you made your heart beat faster and your blood turn ice. Being drunk was the fool's anesthetic. It always put the primitive self in charge when it was the worst captain of all, and you cursed yourself because you had two or three glasses of champagne too much. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him a messy kiss back. It was probably the worst decision of them all to invite Lockley straight to your bed, yet you didn't care.

With a loud hum, he pulled away, licking his lips. "Look at you. So needy suddenly, I need to get you drunk more often." Your arms were easily untangled from around his neck as he began to move down your body, tease you through the material of your dress.

A sad whine escaped your lips at the lack of contact with his lips. "Jake..." You murmured, writhing a tiny bit beneath him. "Do you want me to take the dress off?"

Jake kneeled between your legs, thinking. He wouldn't mind fucking you in the dress, but ripping it in the process would be such a waste. "Go on. Be a good girl and take it off for me, Y/N."

You knelt as well, right in front of him only to get off the bed. With a gentle swing in your hips, you opened the zipper on the back, slipped the sleeves off your shoulders, and pushed the material down your legs, revealing the black-red set of underwear, stockings, and garters. Soon, the dress was kicked off your legs and you crawled back on the bed.

Jake was pleasantly surprised with what he saw, so maybe this job wasn't as terrible as he thought as long as you worked with him. "Look at you, Y/N. So pretty, but that's not enough. Underwear goes off as well."

You reached to your back, unclasping your bra took a brief moment, and it ended somewhere on the floor. Not being willing to get off the bed again you laid down on the mattress, raised your hips, and slipped your panties off.

"Not only pretty but also obedient. What a beautiful mix. I think I can say I am lucky tonight." Jake praised, towering over you again. "Tell me what my girl needs."

"I want you to get me wasted, Jake. I want ya to fuck me until I choke myself on moaning your name."

He returned to your stomach to place some more kisses on your skin before moving down. "First full of herself, now begging me to fuck her," Lockley mocked. "¡Es tan bonito!"

You looked at him, shivering slightly. "Jake..." Observing him descend on you made your heart race faster, and your breath became shallow.

Jake just hummed, waiting for you to continue whatever you wanted to say, but he never stopped moving until he got comfortable between your legs.

"You don't have to," you told him, propping yourself on your elbows, looking down at him.

"Are you trying to tell me what I can and cannot do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head quickly. "No, Jake, of course, I don't... Don't get angry."

Your legs were tightly clasped in his hand as he placed them on his shoulders. "Then don't make me angry, Y/N. I decide what I will do. Got it?"

At that point, you were shaking all over your body as you said, "Yes, Jake, I understand."

"Are you scared?”

"A little... it's been a long time since I shared my bed with a man."

Jake chuckled and shifted between your legs, wrapping his lips around your clit.

You laid comfortably on the bed, arching your back a little, gasping softly, sucking, and biting your lower lip. "Jake, oh my..."

"I ain't gonna play with you," he smiled and spat down on your pussy before his finger started teasing your entrance.

A moan rolled off your parted lips as you fisted the sheets, relaxing in his arms. "Jake!"

He teased you for a longer while, only to slip two of his thick fingers inside of you, groaning softly at your tightness.

You moaned his name loudly, feeling your eyes became watery as his fingers stretched you out. "Oh, Lord, Jake! So good, don't ya fucking stop."

While his thumb started to tease your clit, his fingers scissored inside of you.

You caught his hand, moaning. "Baby! Please, oh God, stop! I don't want to cum yet!"

"Since when you're the one making decisions, cariño?”

"Jake, please! Oh, God!" You screamed, arching your back more. "Please! I want to cum all over your dick, not fingers!"

"Who said you wouldn't? Do you think that one time will be the end of it?" He chuckled and replaced the thumb on your clit with his mouth.

"Oh my God!" You rolled your head back on the pillow again, slipping your hands into his locks. "Just like that!" You bucked your hips a little, trying to get as much friction as possible while he was eating you out.

Adding a third finger to your tight pussy, Jake continued to abuse your clit. He wasn't going to give up so easily.

With a loud cry, you cum all over his fingers, begging him to stop, panting loudly.

He hummed as he savored all the sweet juices you gave him. Then he pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Such a sweet mess."

"Let me repay," you begged. "I wanna suck your cock."

Jake shook his head as he got up from the bed to remove his pants. "Some other time, sweetheart. A few more minutes and I'll be fucking cum in pants like a fucking teenager."

Whining unhappily as you watched him getting undressed, you slipped your hand between your thighs to rub your slick folds. "Do I make you that hot?"

Jake sighed heavily as he looked at you, enraged. He reached for his pants and took out his leather belt. "I swear to fucking Khonshu, you will never learn to keep your hands where they belong, right?" Muttering this, he held your hands over your head and tied them together. "Brat."

You bit your lower lip, gasping. "I didn't do anything wrong, Jake!" You protested and a blush covered your cheeks. "I'm not a brat!"

As he joined you on the bed, he said, "You touched yourself without my permission so shut up."

You nodded eagerly, observing him, pressing your legs together.

Jake shook his head and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist. As he pushed his whole cock into you in one motion, he rested his hands on either side of your head. "Fuck," He growled. I love how tight you are."

You shut your eyes, cursing loudly as he stretched you painfully out. "Jake!" You wished you could wrap your arms around his neck, but it was impossible since he tied your hands up above your head.

"What? What is it?” He asked with a nasty smile, pushing his hips into you harder, torturing you even more.

"It's so fucking good, but I wish I could touch you," you whimpered slightly.

"I don't think you deserved that, cariño. You pissed me off a little when you tried to tell me what to do, and you touched yourself without my permission. Good girls don't act like this."

"I want to be a good girl," you moaned loudly, breathing hard as his cock was stretching your inner walls up.

"Do you really?” Jake questioned, rolling his hips into you a tad slower.

Rolling your head back, you could only scream his name, whining and moaning like a whore. "Yeah."

As he fucked you at a rough pace, he smiled and reached up to free your hands.

You cried his name on and on, looking him directly in the eyes, trying your finest to kiss all over his jaw while grasping onto his nape as Jake set a very rough pace. "I'll cum, love. I'll fucking cum!"

"Good. Bring it on, cariño. Cum all over my cock," Jake growled right into your ear. "I want you to milk my fucking cock with your sweet cum, cariño."

As your hands moved to his back, you pushed your nails into his skin, leaving red marks, while your legs tightened around his hips, trying to drive him deeper into you. When he called your name, you milked his dick with your juices, shaking all over your body. Your vision became blurry.

As Jake continued to fuck you hard, chasing his own release, he whimpered praises into your ear. He soon filled you up with his warm, thick cum with a loud growl escaping his lips. "Fuck."

You nuzzled his neck, moaning, stroking his nape slowly. "Jake... Oh, Jake, oh God."

"The next time, I think I need to get you some kind of gag. You whine so much that it gets annoying," Jake concluded, pulling away from you and taking the place by your side.

Looking at him sadly, you put your head to his chest. You knew he was mocking.

Jake wrapped his arm around you and hugged you tightly.

You kissed his cheek. This is what I need. Thank you. I promise not to be so whiny anymore. Cigarette?"

"La respuesta es afirmativa."

Despite your nakedness, you slipped out of his arms and left the room, returning with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, offering one to him.

Jake took a cigarette and sat up. "You're a good girl now."

As you sat next to him, you glanced at him slightly. "Can I do anything else for you?"

As he kissed your temple before focusing on his cigarette, he concluded, "That was enough."

You made heart eyes and laid your head on the pillow, gently stroking his tummy. "Jake?"

Lockley only hummed in response.

"Have you had many women before?" You asked shyly, making yourself comfortable on the bed.

He shrugged, letting out a cloud of smoke as he replied, "Most of them were random whores I picked up when I felt like fucking. Why? Don't worry, I am clean."

You whispered, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. You're just so skilled..."

Chuckling he nodded. "Muchas gracias. Glad you liked it."

When you finally got off your peak, you nuzzled your pillow, letting your breath get back to normal.

"You don't want to smoke?” Jake asked casually.

"Actually..." You smiled, sitting up.

"Here," Jake said as he offered you his cigarette.

Blinking, you took a drag and exhaled the smoke through your nose while returning the cigarette to him. "Strong ones."

He chuckled, "Not too strong for my little one?"

When you heard him use this particular word, your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head eagerly. Inhaling his scent, you moved a bit closer and rested your head on his shoulder. "No. Jake? Can you stay?"

Jake shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "You mean tonight? I didn't even plan to leave the bed."

"I didn't mean tonight only..."

"Sorry, little one, but it's not my decision. The stupid bird drags me around. All I can promise is that I'll be coming back here as often as possible."

"Thank you," you replied, looking at him with heart-filled eyes.

"Probably because you drank too much, that's why you acted like a schoolgirl on a high. It had to be that, right?" Jake joked, stroking your hip with his calloused palm.

He put the cigarette out in the ashtray and turned to you to kiss the top of your head. "Time to rest. My little one needs her beauty sleep."

You smiled a tiny bit and put your head back on the pillow like the good girl you were. You tried to stay awake as long as it was possible, to adore his features just for a little longer, but in the end, you drift into the peaceful slumber. Jake soon laid down himself and pulled you close against his chest, hugging you tightly. "Buena noches, nena."

Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

Moonboys vs period || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Summary: What would Moonboys do if you were on your period?

Warnings: Jake is NSFW - minors DNI!

Word count: 1636

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader ; Jake Lockley x fem!Reader ; Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: there was no beta-reading for Spanish sentences

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

The delicate lining of the womb was being ripped out in a flow of blood. Until the nerve endings become numb, it could be as painful as it sounds. You have always wanted your boyfriend to empathize with you. The only way to improve your mood was to be there emotionally and offer chocolate. 

On the second day of laying in your shared bed with a heating pad pressed to your abdomen, whining from time to time as cramps were too strong to bear, you tried your best to focus on a documentary movie about otters you'd been watching.

Steven:

He just returned home. Not seeing you walking around and doing your stuff worried him a lot. It was the second day and you were still bedridden.

"Y/N?” He asked, walking to the bed to make sure you weren't asleep. Steven smiled once he saw you awake. "Hiya, luv. How are you doing? Any better today?"

You looked at him gently picking your head from the pillow. "Hey, Steven. It's no better, at all, instead, my guts feel like being crushed."

"Oh you poor thing," he said, sitting down next to you. "Can I get you anything? How can I help?"

You slowly sat up, looked at him, and started crying, loudly, your entire body shaking as you did. "Can you just hug me, please?"

Steven was a tad taken aback but nodded. "Yes, yes! Just give me a moment, I need to take my jacket off and I have a gift for you."

You wiped your tears off. "A... A gift?" You sobbed. "For... For me?"

"Of course!" Steven nodded, rushing to the wardrobe to put away his jacket and quickly remove his shoes. "It had to be for your birthday..." He added, digging into his bag. "But I got it earlier to make this painful time a tad better."

Soon he returned to you. Steven got into bed and hid something from you.

"I... It's bloody silly but I hope you'll love it. In the worst case, you'll make fun of me. Okay. Ready?"

You held your breath and nodded, visibly interested.

"So... There is this girl; I am not a cheater. Don't be worried, she makes the most adorable things," Steven said and then presented you with a handmade Khonshu plushy. "W-What do you think?”

"Oh, dear Lord... Oh my God..." You took it to inspect it more closely. "It is so perfect! I love it! I'll sleep with him whenever you're not home! Thank you, Steven!" You knelt on the bed and kissed his cheek, snuggling the stuffy to your chest.

Steven smiled and then pulled you closer to snuggle with you just like he promised a moment ago. "I am so happy you love it! I was worried you'd hate it.”

"How could I hate him?" You almost shove the stuffy into Steven's face. "It's so perfect, soft and squishy - everything Khonshu is not. But wait a minute... You mentioned a girl. What girl?"

Steven blinked, looking at you. "A girl... I don't remember her name but I found a flyer with her offer. Why do you ask?"

"Do you like her or something?"

His mouth hung open for a moment before he said anything. "What? O-Of course I don't like her, don't be ridiculous, love."

"I hope she's not prettier than me..." You looked at him.

"No girl is prettier... How can you even ask me such a thing? You know you're my one and only."

Putting your hand on his cheek, you said, "I know, I like to check in from time to time, I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm so happy that you made me such a beautiful gift. I couldn't have asked for a better and more caring boyfriend. Thank you."

Marc:

Marc walked into the bedroom to check on you and bring you warm, fresh tea. "Don't worry. I didn't make it in the microwave," he joked, seeing how you looked at him. After placing your favorite mug on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Any better?" Marc asked, moving his hand under your heating pad to rub your really warm stomach.

"Now, when I'm with you, it's much better. But overall, it hurts, I can't find a comfortable position. I hate being a woman. I hate my period."

"My poor girl," he quietly said and kissed your forehead. "Maybe I should get you some meds? And once the bloody waterfall is over, we are heading to the doctor because I don't believe that this is normal in any way."

"Love," you cupped his cheek in your hand, "This is absolutely normal. No need to be worried. I ain't bleeding to death, it's just an annoying period."

"You can't make me believe that being bedridden for two days is normal," he grumbled, nuzzling your hand. "I am not buying this."

"You're such a sweetheart, Marc," you told him sweetly. "Now, can you hold me, please? Can I snuggle up with you?"

Marc nodded, then jumped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your figure. "I am still worried."

"I hope Khonshu doesn't bother you, love."

"Don't worry about it now. It's fine," he shook his head, hugging you tightly.

After a soft gasp, you let him hug you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, and his breath hitting your nape, made you shiver, taking a comfortable position. "I love you."

"I love you too and I really don't like the fact you suffer so much. I will get you stronger painkillers," Marc concluded, kissing your head.

"You don't have to, it will pass, I promise. Now, just hold me close, like that. I could not have been happier when you were near."

Jake:

"Todavía en el dolor?" Jake asked after getting onto the bed. "Porque puedo tener una solución," he soon added, gently rubbing your leg.

"A solution? There no solution for period cramps, mi amado," you sighed sadly, not picking your head up from your pillow.

"I'm afraid you are wrong," he shrugged with a mischievous smile. "Because I heard that sex helps a lot with those pains."

You rolled your eyes. "Jake, don't you even start, darling, I'm not about to let you fuck me when I bleed like a slaughtered pig."

He muttered annoyedly, nuzzling your neck and placing a few kisses there. "You should know that bit of blood doesn't bother me at all."

"It doesn't bother you, but it does bother me, Jake," you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't even imagine it... Bruh..."

"But you will feel so much better. Maybe the pain will go away," Jake kept pressing, kissing your cheek.

"Okay, okay, we can try it but with a condom," you winced.

"Cariño, ¿es en serio? I want to have some fucking fun too," Lockley whined, towering over you.

"Jake..." You grunted unhappily but gave him a nod. "Let it be... I just feel extra awkward and you know... Strange..."

"Relax," he whispered into your ear and then kissed your cheek, slowly moving down your neck. "It will be fine. I'll take care of you."

"Jake..." You whispered, blushing hardly. "I still don't think it's a smart idea...."

As Jake embraced you, he slowly lifted your shirt to kiss your warm belly. He was excited at the prospect of fucking you now.

You licked your lips and slipped your hands in his hair. "Jake. No foreplay. Just fuck me," you asked quietly.

"Hey, you aren't the only one here. Let me at least make it pleasant."

"Of course, love," you nodded at him, cupping your boobs a bit as you played with them.

"Look at you, already relaxing. Good, you will like it. Now let's take those off,"

Nodding his head, Jake removed your shorts and panties.

You raised your hips for him, to make it easier for Jake to remove your clothing. "I love you."

"Yo también te amo. Tú lo sabes," Jake winked at you before quickly getting rid of his pants. Jake jerked himself a few times just to be sure he was ready to please you and hopefully give you some relief. "Ready?"

You reached for his cock and propped yourself on an elbow, giving him a few additional strokes and little jerks. "Yes, baby," you replied, spreading your legs a little more for him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist Jake slowly pushed into your pussy. He was careful like never before in order not to cause you more discomfort

You instantly rolled your head back with a moan, adjusting your legs around his waist. When he impaled you with his cock, you felt incredible wetness within your core, which made you moan his name even louder.

Jake purred at the warm wet feeling and the sight of your blood already coating his cock as he slowly thrust into you. "So fucking delicious and wet."

"Oh, God," you panted, blushing as you felt incredibly good when he was slowly fucking you. "I'm so wet, Jake..."

"You sure are, princesa. Such a gorgeous sight, we need to do it more often," he chuckled, watching his cock moving in and out of you. "Feeling better?”

"Actually, yes... It feels a tiny bit better, more relaxed," you tightened your grasp on his nape and loosened your legs wrapped around his waist. "Ooh, yes, it feels good."

He repeatedly pushed in and out of you at a very slow, steady pace; his cock coated in your moisture and his leaking precum. With a soft grunt, Jake milked your core with the release he desperately craved. "Dios, eso se siente tan bien."

Wrapping your arms around his nape and pulling his face closer, you planted a kiss on his lips. “Recuerda siempre que te quiero, Jake.”

Una experiencia inolvidable || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Summary: in response to your complaints about Jake not taking you out like your ‘friends' boyfriends, he arranges an unforgettable date for you

Warnings: smut, minors DNI! (oral - f & m receiving, unprotected sex, some manhandling)

Word count: 3670

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish

Jake was under stress. There had been too much happening recently and it was time to let go of everything that was sitting inside him. He decided it would be a wise idea to take care of two things at once. This was because you have complained for at least a week now about him not taking you out like your friends' boyfriends did. You'd stop bothering him and he'd feel better. Once Jake entered your apartment, he loudly announced, "We are going out, so better get ready, princesa."

A soft frown appeared on your surprised face as you put down the book you'd been reading. "Where are we going?"

Jake crossed his arms over his chest and said, "You'll see once we get there so move that pretty ass of yours or I'll go there alone or pick a random girl to go with me."

You rolled off the couch, a slight frown on your face. "That's not a joke. You know I despise it when you try to irritate me. Please allow me a few minutes to change."

"I was expecting you to be delighted that I finally took you on a date like all your friends' boyfriends do."

You almost jumped in your place. "So it's a date, huh? I'm overjoyed now, but I still despise you for being such a teasing fucker, Jake, jumping on with all those I can go out and take a random girl nonsense, do you understand? Wait here."

As Jake waited at you, he rested his back against the wall.

You returned dressed in jeans shorts, and a fitted t-shirt. "Ready," you said as you extended your hand to him.

He grabbed your hand and immediately kissed it, pulling you closer. "You got ready faster than usual, maybe I should use the word date more often as a motivator."

You kissed his cheek briefly before pulling him behind you. "Come on, baby! I'm looking forward to seeing where you'll take me this time. Our last date was almost a month ago. I enjoy it when you surprise me."

"Eventually, you will stop whining and telling me where Alex took Jessica last week," Jake commented with a shrug.

As you walked down the street, you gently poked his side before wrapping your arm around his waist. "Come on, he takes such good care of her, demonstrating how much he cares for her."

"I am still here. This should be the most fitting manifestation of my love for you," Lockley muttered, pulling your head closer to place a kiss on your temple.

You were taken to a bar by Jake. There was more to the bar than just drinking; a pool table and dart board were the first things that caught the eye of anyone who walked through the front door. "¿Qué piensas?"

"Me gusta, este lugar," you replied softly, taking a look around, still holding Jake's hand. "I'll order something. Do you drink as usual?"

"Yeah, the usual. Go place the order. I will go get the pool table before someone gets there. It's time to teach you how to play," he concluded, patting your ass with his calloused hand.

With a brief kiss placed on his cheek, you nodded and proceeded to order two drinks - vodka with juice for you and whiskey with ice for him.

Jake waited for you at the pool table. He smiled, seeing you joining him. "So, ready to play? I can't wait to kick your cute, round butt."

"I've never played before, so you'll have to tell me the rules," you said as you handed him a glass of whiskey. "In fact, I can't wait to see you play."

Jake raised an eyebrow as he picked up the billiard cue. Then you lied to me. Once I asked you about it, you said you had played before."

"Ok, you got me, I lied. I held a cue and even hit a billiard ball but that was all."

"Grab the cue and I will show you everything."

You picked one and stood next to him, awaiting instructions. Your cheek was kissed by Jake as he began his little lesson with you.

In addition to explaining the rules of the most simple game to you, he also told you everything else you needed to know about the equipment and the game in general.

During Jake's demonstration of how to properly play, he touched or kissed you just a little bit; he just couldn't stop himself. Jake decided to be a good boyfriend for once and let you win your first actual game. "Go on, aim for 8, get it in the hole and you're done."

"Oh my God," you lamented. It's ridiculous that these tables are so high! If I knew, I'd wear high heels!" You smiled at Jake as you settled into the most comfortable position, practically laying your chest on the top of the table with one leg yanked over the edge. You took aim and struck the right ball, sending it straight into the hole. "Did you notice that, baby? I finished it!"

"Yeah! ¡Tú ganas! Estoy tan orgullosa, mi niña inteligente," he praised eagerly with a nod. ”Now, come here, you will get something for that win."

Jumping like a bunny, you picked up your glass to empty it. "I did it! I did it! You're the coolest teacher, baby!"

"Nah, you are just a really intelligent student," the man chuckled, grabbing your chin to pull you into a kiss which was your well-deserved reward.

You wrapped arms around his strong neck, kissing him lightly. Jake tasted like the whiskey he drank while watching you play, but you didn't mind. "I love you, you're the best boyfriend."

"You are the cutest girlfriend, cariño," after kissing your nose, he gently spanked your ass. "One more drink and game?"

You blushed when he spanked your ass but nodded eagerly. "Yes, please. I'll place the order."

"I'll set the table. Be aware, little one! I won't take you easy this time," Jake warned.

The game ended in a very unexpected way - Jake won easily with you. A smug smile spread across his face as he emptied his glass. ”Te lo advertí, cariño. Now I deserved a prize."

With a sad whimper, you nodded your head. "What would you like to get, love?"

"Sólo un beso va a estar bien," he said, wrapping arm around your waist.

With a grin spreading over your lips, you wrapped your hands around his neck, climbed on your tiptoes, and crushed your lips on his rough ones, almost moaning at his taste.

"Keep those sounds for later," Jake teasingly nuzzled his nose against yours. Would you like to try darts? Does the thought of me kicking your pretty butt again make you nervous?”

"We can bet I will win. I am a pro at darts!"

"Oh, really? We will see. Go start then. I really want to see that."

As you jumped to the dartboard and picked a few darts, you took aim and fired, getting almost a bullseye.

Nodding at your successful first attempt, Jake watched with arms crossed over his chest.

He could easily win, after all, he was skilled at throwing knives and other things, but Jake was a good boyfriend as well, so he let you win at least for tonight.

You were as happy as a child given candy by their parents. Becoming snuggly was your way of manifesting happiness.

Any hug you wanted to give Jake, he gladly accepted. As he smiled cockily, he requested another round, which he lost as well.

After the game, you sat with him at the table, drinking yet another drink. "It was a perfect night."

Would you mind stopping pestering me with stories about your friends and their guys?"

"Take me out more often, and I'll do my best to follow your request."

I guess it's a fair deal," Jake sighed deeply before kissing you passionately.

When Jake kissed you, you felt a chill run down your spine. "Are you angry?"

"It is true, I am, a tad."

"Let's go shopping to get some snacks and alcohol at the store. If you want to get home, I'll follow your every step," you told him eagerly, a mischievous grin dancing on your lips as you knew what he had in mind, basing on his darkening eyes.

Jake nodded his head, picked you up, and spanked you not so gently. Squeezing your ass cheek, he chuckled, "Now it's time for my part of the date."

As soon as the front door of your flat was closed behind the two of you, Jake promised, "I'll make you feel good tonight, baby." He wrapped his strong arms around you from behind, pressing your back to his chest.

You could feel his mound growing larger and larger. You wished to open his trousers and see what lay beneath, on the spot. A pretty moan escaped the man's lips as he threw his head back. 

You bit back a cry as Jake rutted his hips, a smirk spreading across his lips as you burned bright with embarrassment. It seemed that his flirting attempts were working. The redness spread down your ears, neck, and shoulders. 

"Cheeky," Jake cooed as he pulled your jeans shorts off as well as your panties, running curious hands down your pale legs and marveling at how pretty and small they looked against his slightly tanned, big palm. "You're so pretty, baby. So so beautiful. This is all for me. They're mine for tonight."

Jake picked you up easily and walked to the couch with you in his arms. Only then did he set you down and laid down, with you straddling him flippantly. He grabbed your waist, pulling you upwards as he said, "Fuck my face, baby. Come up here, I want to taste you first."

A thrill ran down your spine as you inched forward, passing his waist, up to his well-built torso, and hesitated slightly when you hovered above his neck. Jake's hands guided you, his fingers grabbing your hips tightly. Looking down at your boyfriend, you nibbled your lip ring in worry and awkwardness. In the end, you nodded as you lifted your hips and slowly lowered yourself to Jake's mouth, where he caught you whole. As you let out a sigh of delight, your body shivered, and your eyes closed as you surrendered to pleasure without reservation. As Jake squeezed your ass once again, he made himself comfortable by hooking his arms over your wide hips.

As you relaxed, Jake could feel your thighs slacken, making it easier to reach your pussy. He let his tongue drag across, from one end to the other, listening to your quivers, sighs and moans attentively. He let himself explore, taking his sweet time as his tongue licked, prodded, and swirled against the sensitive flesh of yours.

As Jake flicked his tongue against your clit, you gasped and made a mumble as you ground your hips, letting Jake taste everything. "Your tongue feels so delicious," you said, rocking your hips slowly again while gasping. You wanted him to remember your scent.

"You're doing just fine, daddy," you whispered. "Let your tongue go a tad to the left there, just like that."

Listening to your instructions made Jake feel intrigued. As he focused on you, he gripped your waist, trying to hear the lewdest sounds you could make. Every breath, every shiver, and every sound you made was tailored to his movements, and Jake let you take charge.

In response to the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you adjusted your legs and raised your torso in order to get a better angle for resting your hands on Jake's chest. As you rutted and rolled your hips more, Jake helped you prop yourself up and a lewd moan rippled out of your lips. "Oh God, daddy!" You whined loudly, rolling your head back.

Your every thrust was met with Jake's tongue thrusting in, matching every movement, as he watched in fascination. It was so beautiful to see you above him. You shifted your position once again, this time hunched forward, thrusting into his mouth at a brutal pace as you quickened the pace. "Yes, yes!" You groaned and shivered. "So fucking good!"

Obviously, by this point, you were purely motivated by pleasure, and you didn't care what happened after this. You didn't care how you looked or how you sounded. There was a white-hot burning sensation filling up your navel, and you just wanted to chase it, chase the high you were feeling right now.

Grabby hands squeezed and slapped your ass hard, but you didn't mind - you enjoyed every minute of it. "Jake," you moaned. The white-hot pressure was begging to be released. It felt so good, you were about to combust. "Oh, Jake!!!" You heard a muffled reply, so you claimed within a shallow tone, "Jake, I wanna cum."

A broad-shouldered man loomed over you with an evil glint in his eye before you could comprehend. "I'm gonna fuck you like never before," he warned. When your legs were thrown open, the white-hot pressure against your navel tightened. "And you're gonna take all of me,” Jake said, undoing his trausers and pushing them down along with his fitted, black boxer shorts.

When you slipped your glance down his body and saw the size and girth of his delicious dick, you gasped loudly, slowly licking your lower lip; oh, how you lowed this sight!

As he angled his dick to you, you felt your breath catch in your throat as he pulled you down to him. Your wetness allowed his dick to enter you with ease, and fill you up whole making you moan.

You let out a soft groan, closing your eyes as you sank onto the couch cushion, slipping hands down your body to lift your t-shirt along with a bra, to gain access to your round breasts to give them a soothing massage.

Jake watched you like a hawk. He could feel you twitching; your soft insides were clenching and unclenching, it was enough to drive him over the edge. It was the right time to drive you crazy. His grasp on your hips tightened to the point you could be sure he would leave some bruises on your pale skin.

"You're such a naughty girl tonight," Jake crooned as he pulled out, watching you gasping while thrusting back into you hard; every single movement was made with a watchful eye. "There was no doubt in my mind that you could handle me completely, Y/N."

Throughout your entire being, you felt his dick buried deep within you. You felt so full, so sated and you still craved more. “I need more…”

Jake grinned as his dick twitched at your command. Grinning, he cupped your breasts, squeezing them and rubbing your nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. 

As you squirmed underneath his grip, he started moving his hips a little. Both movements were synchronized.

He grinned again as he obliged your request. He grabbed your legs, and picked them up, placing them on his strong shoulders. "Hold your legs open for me, darling," he ordered.

You moaned incoherently as Jake started to buck his hips into yours. His dick moved in and out of you so smoothly. Your pussy accepted his girth so easily, and you marveled at how adorable his dick looked coated in your wetness. You watched as his thumb was brought to your pussy and started rubbing your clit viciously.

"Harder!" You begged in a weak voice.

He thrust into you even harder, the sound of his balls slapping onto your ass was loud as fuck, and your cries were escalating louder and louder; your begging was starting to turn into mewls and mumbles so he knew you were in the right place. One of your hands slid in-between your thighs to stimulate your clit, your breathing getting higher and higher in pitch.

"Tienes coñito prieto,” Jake grunted deeply. “Eres una puta, Y/N.”

“Jake! I’m gonna fucking cum!” You whined loudly, a deep gasp followed.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Y/N?"

"Yes!”

Jake pulled out, grabbed you, and turned you around, pulling your ass up so he could fuck you doggy style. You were a spluttering mess as he thrust into you without warning, your hands grabbing hold of the armrest of the couch as you were fucked by a damn good dick.

“Fuck, Jake!” You moaned loudly, slipping one of your hands in-between your thighs once again to rub your clitoris.

As Lockley let his dick satisfy you, getting deeper and deeper with every heinous thrust, he grabbed your silky hair with one hand and your throat with the other so you were half-bent, hovering above the couch. He licked your ear and bit into the earlobe gently. "Ahora eres toda mía. Say it, princesa."

“I’m yours, Jake!”

As he fastened his pace, he laughed at your words and tightened his grip on your throat.

Jake was fueled by your cries, knowing that you were riding your pleasure. Continuing his fast pace, he watched your body tremble and twitch with each passing wave before slowing down and pulling out completely, letting you drop back onto the couch. His dick was rock hard and twitching, but he was elated that you had your orgasm. 

Panting from the orgasm, you perked up suddenly, your eyes flitting across his body until they settled on the still rock-hard dick. You licked your lips and swallowed the saliva. 

Your eagerness led you to sit down and make yourself comfortable on the couch. As you approached his dick, you ran a wet tongue along the shaft, earning a gasp from Lockley. Salty pre-cum tasted on your tongue as you moaned and bobbed your head, letting your tongue and jaw do all the work. Playing with his balls, you let your tongue run across the tip, sucking and gently biting the sensitive area before you went down on him again, filling his hard dick with the warmness of your mouth.

"Oh my god baby, your tongue feels so good," he groaned, slipping his hands in your hair.

Again, Jake groaned at you, and you smiled, glad that you could make him feel better. Sucking and swirling your tongue at the same time, you increased the pace. His hands were again reaching down to your head, and he grabbed your hair tighter than before, guiding you as he thrust into your mouth.

"You can take me, baby," he said softly as he thrust deeper and deeper.

You could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Your throat relaxed as you met his dark, brown eyes - allowing you to meet every deep thrust with ease. 

"You're doing good, eres buena chica esta noche, princesa."

Jake held your throat with one hand and the back of your neck with another and thrust deep, feeling his dick fill your throat. He stayed there for a few seconds, reveling in that feeling and pulled out as you started choking for breath. 

Jake laughed as he flopped onto the couch. "Ride me, baby," he said as he gestured for you to come on top of him. "Show me how good you are."

Grinning and not one to turn down a request, you climbed up on top of him, making your way towards his dick with a hand guiding you. As his dick filled you again, you closed your eyes and adjusted your legs before you began moving again, quickly taking your t-shirt and bra off, throwing them aside.

Putting your hands on his chest, you began to lift your hips, setting a rhythm you could follow as the squelches and moans filled the room. Jake simply let you do whatever you wanted now that you were in full control.

As you pecked his lips, your groans filled his ear as you trembled with pleasure. He gasped as you sucked his skin and swirled your tongue around before biting his throat. Not that he doesn't like it either, but you were getting feisty.

Keeping up with your movements, Jake held your hips as you shared a hot kiss, tongues battling for dominance before Jake took control, quickening the already fast pace. Throwing your head back, holding your breasts as you matched his thrusts, rolling your hips as he fucked you hard, you let out a cry.

As Jake pushed you onto the couch, deep inside you, he whispered, "¡Quiero hacer yo que te corras!"

Jake slammed into you once again when your legs wrapped around him. As gibberish escaped your pearly lips, you let out a cry, arching your back. He squeezed and kneaded your boobs as he fucked you. His thumbs flicked at your nipples, as his hips did God's work; his dick was pulsating in you and he never felt more alive and in the moment. As you met each thrust with a sheen of sweat, your skin shimmered in the dim light.

As you kept whining, your eyes rolled back, and your hips ground against his dick, Lockley grinned wryly. Watching you closely as you let out a cry, his hips stuttered and he milked your pussy with thick ropes of his warm cum as you convulsed. "Fuck you, princesa," Jake whispered, resting his forehead against the crook of your neck. “Te quiero, Y/N.”

You slipped your hand in his thick locks, gently scratching his scalp while kissing his temple. “I love you too, Jake. You’re the best to me. Thank you for making me feel alive again.”

“Siempre para servirle, mi amor,” Jake replied softly, cupping your cheeks in his hands to steal yet another kiss from you. “But if you complain about me as your boyfriend, I swear I won't be nice to you anymore.”

You chuckled softly, knowing well Lockley wasn’t joking. With a nod, you kissed his cheek. “I promise.”