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Nobody understands how much I yearn for this man.😖

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spoilers!

why is bro running like that? 😭

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Will ye go, lassie, go?

Remmick X Female Reader

Summary: After saving you from a life of pain and loneliness, Remmick and you become connected for eternity. Amid the misty backdrop of a river at night, you sing "Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go?", a song that stirs deep, forgotten memories within Remmick. Drawn to your voice and the bond you two now share, you succumb to your carnal pleasures.

2,251 words

Notes:

🩸 stór = my love/my darling 🩸 stóreen = my little darling 🩸 foc = fuck 🩸 anamchara = soulmate 🩸 Cén guth álainn = what a beautiful voice

!SMUT CONTENT!

The world was only half lived before he came into your life. Every plant was pretty to look at, not overwhelming to your senses, humans were good company, not drumming heartbeats begging you to have a taste, and the night was dark and terrifying, not welcoming like a mother's embrace. 

 The more you tried to remember how your life was before Remmick turned you, the more you forgot. Why bother? You had been miserable. Time was torture and living your punishment. Now? Well, now you could taste the metallic blood on your tongue, dance with goblins and devils, and sing freely.

Oh, the summertime has come

And the trees are sweetly bloomin'

The wild mountain thyme

Grows around the bloomin' heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?

You let the last note linger on your tongue longer than usual. The enjoyment of freedom was like poison in your veins, and you wanted nothing more but to drown yourself in it. 

 You were sitting by a river, the cold breeze of night holding you and the memories of those turned roaming inside your head. Everything was connected, and you were everything. 

 You were an orphan boy, forced to steal. A woman made slave. A man whose father was taken from him by the righteous hands of sinners. A Chinese girl, an ancestor of the chief of a tribe long gone, a bureaucrat, a soldier. You were all, and they were all you. 

 It felt good not to be alone. Comforting. 

 And it was in that comfort and singing of old melodies from a land across the ocean, one filled with magic creatures, that Remmick found you, once more, as he had years ago. 

 “You really fancied that old tune, uh?” he said from behind you. 

 You turned to meet his red eyes, and you couldn't help but show him your fangs. It was becoming a habit. 

 “It's gorgeous. I know how much it means to you,” you replied. 

 “Then be sure to sing it as loud as you can.” Remmick walked towards you. Mist wrapped around his body with each step, making him seem like a myth from the old legends. His red eyes, glowing in the pitch black, mirrored yours.

 He sat next to you, and you smelled the blood on his mouth immediately. It was fresh; he had fed recently. 

 “Who was it?” you whispered, moving your knees to touch his. 

 Remmick smiled, not a good old smile but one of those that made your bones all jiggly, before saying, “You askin’ if I turned them?”

 You nodded with a guilty smile and brought your fingers to his lips. They were clean, but you could still feel the moisture of the blood beneath the skin. 

 “I wanted to free him, baby, I really did, but his blood was so sweet…” Your breath quickened as you saw, inside your head, what he had seen. “Well, I couldn't resist.” 

 “Let me taste it,” you begged as you wetted your thumb with his saliva.

 Remmick's lips stretched into a grin, and you felt his teeth, sharp and still throbbing from his kill. You couldn’t resist the urge as you brought your thumb to your lips and sucked on it. 

 You closed your eyes briefly, trying to intensify the flavor, but it was far too faint to ease your desire. You needed more.

 “Oh, darlin’, that’s quite alright… Come here,” Remmick said, voice hypnotizing and layered with honey. 

 Your lips met then, and the sweet taste of blood met your tongue like an old friend. A groan escaped your lips, and you felt his own desire resonating with yours. You deepened the kiss, swirling your tongues together in a fiery dance. 

 Remmick hummed, clearly pleased, and grabbed the back of your head, tangling his fingers with your hair. His nails were grown now, scratching your scalp and making the sweet dance of your desires pick up its pace. 

 It wasn’t the first time you had taken him for a lover, and certainly wouldn’t be the last. The others weren’t quite the same as you… They respected Remmick, worshipped him even for immortalizing them, but your connection to him was far deeper. When your bodies blended and your blood pumped at the same pace, that was when you truly were complete. 

 “Stór, I can feel your fire,” Remmick whispered, breaking the kiss. You whined at the loss and he smirked, fangs poking from his top lip. 

 “I want you so bad,” you said, grabbing his shoulders and hoisting yourself to his lap. He looked up at you, and you held the back of his neck. “Make love to me.”

 Remmick hummed, feeling your desire inside him as wildfire. “Keep singin’, stór. I wanna hear your beautiful voice, baby.”

 You nodded as his hands went underneath your skirt. You shuddered as his fingers traced your skin and went up your legs. The words found you then.

Oh, the summertime has come

And the trees are sweetly bloomin'

The wild mountain thyme

Grows around the bloomin' heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the bloomin' heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?

“Cén guth álainn,” Remmick whispered. 

 You continued singing softly as his fingers finally found your arousal, and your breath quickened. He had always had such a way with his hands during such moments. 

 “Oh…” you moaned between verses as he spread your folds and traced them up and down, coating his fingers with your moisture. 

 “Ssshhh…” he said, although a smirk stayed on his lips. He was hard beneath his pants, you could feel that. 

If my true love, she won't come

Then I'll surely find another

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the bloomin' heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?

And we'll all go together

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the bloomin' heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?

He began stroking your clit, making you bite your bottom lip and almost draw blood. Remmick’s pupils dilated, and the glow of his eyes intensified as he reached for your lips and briefly kissed them. 

 “Let me fuck you now, baby,” you begged, feeling his thumb on your clit. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

 “Baby, how could I ever deny you?” he asked with a raspy voice that made your skin tingle. “Take my cock out, stór.”

 You immediately obeyed, reaching for his belt and undoing it before you put your hand underneath his pants and found his hard shaft. Remmick hissed, fangs growing as you took him out, staring at his flushed head. It was glistening, pearly drops of cum running down his shaft, and you collected the moisture and stroked him up and down softly. 

 “When I first laid eyes on you, darlin’, I knew you were different,” Remmick confessed. His voice was a bit strained as you stroked him slowly. “I could feel your pain, baby. Hell, I knew that pain.”

 “You saved me from it, baby,” you cut him off with an urgency. You had to reassure him. 

 “I know, stór, I know… You needed savin’,” he whispered. 

 You looked into his eyes and saw the reflection of who you had been there. You hated that person, but still, you looked. He wanted you to remember. 

 “Are you happy now, stóreen?” He removed his hands from your arousal and held your thighs up. “Do you see how grand life can be?”

 You lined the head of his cock with your entrance but not before rubbing him up and down your folds and making his breath quicken. Your skirt was covering your love making, but you wouldn’t care if anybody saw you. You wanted them to. 

 “I’m so happy, darlin’,” you confessed. You began sinking on his cock, feeling the beautiful pain of the stretch. “Ah…”

 “There we go… Beautiful,” he praised you as his cock entered you. 

 You bit your bottom lip and held onto his shoulders until every inch of his shaft was inside you and you were sitting on his thighs again. Remmick let you adjust to him for a few seconds before pushing your skirt aside and holding your ass. 

 “Fuck yourself on it, stór. Make love to me,” he growled as the drool fell down his chin. It reminded you of the first time you had met. 

 You began moving your hips, feeling his cock hit all the right places inside you. Moans spilled from your lips, and you grabbed the back of his head again, pulling his hair. Remmick liked that by the way he squeezed your ass and brought his lips to your neck. 

 You felt his fangs trace your skin, and your lips stretched into a satisfied smile. 

 “Your cunt is so tight,” he groaned against your neck those sweet words. 

 “It’s always like that for you, baby,” you said, breathless, as you picked up the pace. 

 Remmick hummed and started kissing your neck. Then, you felt a slight sting of pain as his two fangs pierced your skin and drew a bit of blood. Vampire’s blood wasn’t any good, but he seemed to enjoy it like a virgin's blood. 

 “Fuckin’ hell,” you moaned with a laugh, feeling him lick your blood. 

 Remmick raised his head, lips stained with redness, and crashed your mouths together. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed your sounds of pleasure. 

 When the fire of your passion rose to wildfire, burning the mist around you, you felt your nails grow. You wanted to fuck him harder, to take him harder, to feel him harder, so you picked up your pace and squeezed around his cock. Remmick moaned your name in his tongue, and you understood him in yours. That was the beautiful gift of immortality: the knowledge of the past, present, and future. 

 “You are takin’ me so well,” Remmick whispered against your mouth. You felt his nails pierce your flesh. “You’re a sinner, baby. Mine.”

 “Yours.” You whined his name and nearly cried out when his cock hit a special spot inside you. The sudden peak in stimulation made your fangs pierce your bottom lip, cutting yourself. By instinct, your tongue went to clean the blood, but Remmick spoke first. 

 "No. Let me taste it," Remmick said, looking at the blood dripping down your bottom lip. You nodded and he licked the blood before wrapping his lips on your bottom lip and sucking on the flesh. The sensation was so familiar to you.

“Remmick.”

 “Foc,” he cursed under his breath, licking his own lips clean. You met his red eyes and pulled his hair back roughly. Remmick groaned with a short laugh and then stared at your mouth. "Spit."

 You didn't have to ask him where, having done this so many times before. 

You smirked and let a string of saliva mixed with blood fall between his parted lips. Then, when he swallowed it as if it were a nectar from the sweetest fruit, you kissed him again. In the middle of rough kisses, his fingers found your clit again and he began slowly stroking it. That made everything ten times more intense and you squeezed around his cock.

 “I’m close. Oh, anamchara, I’m so close,” you warned him as the familiar pull of your orgasm appeared on your lower belly. 

 “Come on, beautiful. Come on, stór. I wanna feel you,” Remmick encouraged you. You pulled his hair again, and he groaned. 

 Your body began dripping with sweat, and you closed your eyes, throwing your head back and holding onto his head for support. After a few more seconds, your orgasm washed over you. 

 It began like a slow wave, until it built and drowned you in pleasure. Your legs started shaking, your clit throbbing and you squeezed around his cock making him hiss. That must have sent him over the edge because you felt his cum spill inside you. 

 “Foc… Shit…” he cursed, breathless. 

 You collapsed against his body then, too exhausted to think or move, as your orgasm began dying down. He still throbbed inside you, and you licked your lips and kissed the side of his sweaty neck. He smelled so sweet. 

 “You drive me mad, baby,” he said between breaths. You felt him remove his fingers from your clit. “Give me a kiss.”

 You kissed him immediately, pulling his head back so you could be slightly over his face. Remmick smirked against your lips and deepened the kiss before you two had to pull away to catch your breath. 

 “Don’t leave me, baby,” you whispered against his lips. “I was here all alone for hours. I couldn’t feel you properly. I was so frightened that you were hurt.”

 “I’m sorry, baby… Sing for me again. That’s gonna make it all alright. I promise,” he said. 

 You kissed him again, briefly, before pulling yourself from his softening cock. Remmick put himself back in his pants, and you pulled your skirt down, covering yourself. 

 You remained on his lap, though, and continued humming that sweet old song that his father used to sing to him before bed. It made you at peace.

 

And we'll all go together

He closed his eyes and put his head on your shoulder. You brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead before running your fingers through his hair and letting the night be filled with the song.

And we'll all go together

To pull wild mountain thyme

All around the bloomin' heather

Will ye go, lassie, go?

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Pale, Pale Moon

Remmick X Female Reader

Summary: On a lonely, moonlit road, you walk toward town—aching, afraid, and utterly alone. But the night has other plans. From the shadows, Remmick appears, his voice honey-smooth and eyes glowing with something not quite human. He seems kind, even charming, until his gaze lingers too long on you, and his smile stretches a bit too wide. What begins as a quiet walk becomes a haunting transformation. With whispered promises and otherworldly hunger, Remmick sinks his fangs into your neck, not to harm, but to rebirth. Then... you take him under that pale, pale moon.

4,245 words

Notes:

🌙 chomh teann = so tight

🌙 Aon duine = nothing

🌙 foc = fuck

!SMUT CONTENT!

You should’ve known better than to trust a word of a man—no matter his sweet talking or his kind goddamn eyes when he offered you a ride home. You were so fucking naive, thinking he had no other intentions besides helping you get back to your folks who, by now, must be worried sick. You try not to think too much about that, focusing instead on the faint lights at the end of the road that lead into town. The moon, thankfully, was bright and full in the sky, judging by its size, giving you an additional source of light as you walked alone by the side of the road. 

 You looked down at your wrists and saw that the man’s fingers were bruised on your skin, reminding you of how you had kicked him in the crotch and opened the door of his car to sprint away from him. Thank God nothing more happened… and thank God he didn’t come chasing after you. You weren’t sure how far away you could’ve run until he eventually caught up to you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you adjusted your shawl. 

 You had been walking for a good twenty minutes now, and judging by how close the town was, you still had a good thirty minutes to go. 

 “You stupid idiot,” you murmured to yourself. 

 Then, amid your anger and frustration, you heard rattling, like a wild animal moving through the woods, from your right. You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly looking at the forest beside you and, obviously, seeing nothing but trees and the wind passing through them. 

 “Now, now, don’t be imagining things. Just get your ass back home and forget this ever happened,” you told yourself out loud, somehow needing to hear a voice amid the silence. 

 You continued walking, holding your shawl tighter around your body as the night grew a bit colder for the time of the year. Your thoughts wandered back to your parents and how worried they must be. They were quite old now, giving away their age in you, who was not as young as you had been. But those days of adolescence were gone, giving way to the responsibilities that came with adulthood. Time could be such a bitch sometimes.

 You were supposed to be married by now. That was the proper way of things, as folks often said around town… But you still hadn’t found a single man worth your time, and you, for sure, didn’t wanna marry just for the sake of it. So, alone in your youth, which often left a sting of pain in your chest, you continued with your walk. 

 More time passed, a couple of minutes at most, until you heard another noise that made the hairs on your body stand up. Something was definitely out there in those woods… and you hoped it would remain there. 

 You were now a bit scared, fingers shaking around your shawl, as your feet ached from the uncomfortable shoes your mother had made for you. Perhaps it was your exhaustion talking, too. You didn’t know at this point. 

 “Get a hold of yourself… Come on now,” you whispered, fastening your pace. 

 You tried to control your breathing until you figured out you couldn’t. So, instead of drowning in that sweet old fear, you did the one thing you knew calmed your nerves. 

 You sang.

Oh, pale moon rising over the pines, come

Lawd away until the sun does rise

Leave the day by the, by the door, I don't

Care if sun don't shine once more, that's what I said

Ooh, ooh

Oh, oh, oh

Huh

Mm-hm, mm-hm

You finished your humming softly, letting a breeze of wind brush through your face almost like a human hand caressing your skin. You have always hated nighttime, especially when you had barely any light around you and were all alone. 

 God knows what demons or creatures wandered those woods… 

 The rest of the song found you then, easing your nerves like a cup of warm milk with a teaspoon of honey. 

 This time, you sang a little louder, feeling bolder in the silence, and giving a proper performance to the night creatures. 

I'm gonna spend my money on somethin' sweet and strong

Gonna move my body through the whole night long

Gonna sweat the way I been longin' to, nobody gonna

Tell me nothin', that's what I'm gonna do, that's what I said

Woo

That's what I said

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Mm-hm, mm-hm

Oh, oh, oh

A slight smile spread on your face as you walked in rhythm with the song, moving your body sideways and creating a dance with each step. Suddenly, the night felt less cold, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you must look. No bother, there wasn’t anybody for miles to witness this. You were free to sing and dance as you pleased, not scared of being quieted by anybody. 

I wanna sing

Like I hear the crickets do

I wanna hoo, yeah

Like the owls do 

I wanna howl

To the moon 

Scream

You raised your voice at the last note, letting it linger for far too long. It felt sweet on your tongue, so you savored it as you looked up at the moon and smiled. It was pretty, you noticed, and you would have marvelled at it for longer if you didn’t hear footsteps… behind you. 

 The first thing you did was stop your walk, freezing in place until you were sure that those were, in fact, human footsteps. And they were, there was no mistaking the sound of shoes by an animal’s paws. 

 You swallowed dryly, dread filling your chest as you remembered so well what had almost happened to you that night. You had to run. If you did, you could maybe make it into town or just come close to any people. 

 You had to try, goddamnit, you had to. 

 Instead, the person behind you spoke, a few steps away from your back, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. 

 “Hey there. Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said with a voice so sweet that it made your ears resonate with the sound. “I thought I heard some singin’ down the road… You wouldn’t happen to be that sweet voice I heard, would you, darlin’?” 

 You didn’t turn around, fear filling your chest and holding you hostage. 

 “You must have me mistaken, sir,” you replied, making your voice friendly just in case this man had a temper. 

 “Is that so?” he said, and you heard him walk around you. He appeared in front of you, and you raised your eyes to meet his for the first time. When you did, you almost swore for a second that they were red… But no, they were blue. 

 “Yes, sir,” you confirmed, tightening your shawl around your body. He tilted his head slightly, and you saw his teeth appear underneath his lips as he smiled. “I’m just on my way home. I don’t want any trouble, sir.”

 “Trouble, darlin’?” he asked, confused. “Who said I wanted any trouble? I was making my way to town too, ya know? I just heard your beautiful voice and decided to see who was singin’, nothing more.”

 His accent was like all the other folks you knew, but in some words, it seemed to slip into something else. You didn’t recognise it, but you were sure he wasn’t from around here. No matter how much he tried to seem like he was. 

 “That’s very kind of you, sir, but if you don’t mind…” You went to walk, but he didn’t step aside. Your heart picked up its pace. 

 “What happened to your wrists?” he asked, eyeing your bruises. 

 You immediately hid your wrists under your shawl and straightened your back, trying to act casual. 

 “Nothin’. Just fell.”

 “Is that so?” he said, obviously skeptical. “Alright, if you say so, darlin’...” He grinned at you before adding, “What’s your name? I’m Remmick.” 

 You hesitated but then told him your name. 

 “That’s a beautiful name. Pleasure to meet you.” He raised his hand, clearly wanting to either shake or kiss your hand. 

 You thought about rejecting his request, but the way he looked at you and spoke was too inviting to refuse. He had such a way about himself… And you didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because he was handsome. 

 So, you gave him your hand, and he held it before lowering his lips to your skin. You thought he was gonna kiss it, but instead he pressed your skin to his mouth, and you felt him sniff the area. You frowned, pulling your hand away, but he held it and finally kissed it, releasing his hold after. 

 “You are too kind, sir, but my folks must be worried sick by now, and I must really get goin’.”

 Remmick smiled and nodded slowly. 

 “I’ll walk with you then.”

 “Sir, that’s really not necessary.”

 “Oh, but I insist. The nights can be so lonely, can’t they?” he said, and there was a hint of a joke under his voice. “We wouldn’t want anythin’ to happen to you, would we, darlin’?”

 “I…” You thought of arguing further, but ended up giving up. “Very well.”

 You two resumed your walk in silence, and you didn’t sing anymore. It didn’t feel right any longer, especially with Remmick walking beside you and looking, from time to time, at you. You tried to tell yourself he meant no harm, but you couldn’t really shake off the feeling that something about him just wasn’t quite right. 

 However, you continued walking until the pain in your right foot turned too intense and you felt blood stain your ankle and shoe. Right about then, you stopped walking. 

 “What’s the matter, darlin?” Remmick asked, looking at your feet. You heard him sniff the air, and then his breath caught in his throat. “You are bleedin’.”

 “It’s nothin’, sir,” you said. “I just need to sit down for a bit.”

 “Let me see the blood,” Remmick said, guiding you towards a broken tree on the side of the road. You followed him and finally sat on the trunk. He kneeled in front of you, eyes fixed on your bloody ankle. “You poor thing. That looks like it must hurt.”

 “It’s fine, really-” But he was already taking off your shoe, making you wince. 

 Blood was dripping down your ankle, and you bit your bottom lip at the pain. 

 “It smells so sweet,” Remmick whispered in awe as he lifted your leg. You felt your cheeks heat up as your skirt got pushed further up.

 “Sir, if you please-”

 “I knew you were different, ya know?” Remmick said, cutting you off as he moved closer to your blood. You tried to release your leg, but his grip was too strong. “I could smell you from miles away, darlin’.” 

 “Let me go,” you said, panic clear in your voice. 

 “Ssshhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips. He looked up at you then, and you gasped as droll fell from his lips, and his teeth were sharper than before. “It will all be better soon.”

 “What are you?” you asked between shaky breaths. You looked into his red eyes and saw something unnatural in them. Whatever this man was, it couldn’t be human. 

 Remmick grinned. “I’m your savior, darlin’.”

 That was all he said before he jumped at a supernatural speed on top of you, making you fall back to the grass. You screamed in horror as his teeth sank into your neck and pierced the skin. The pain was so unbearable that you screamed until your throat ached and your lungs gave out. 

 Then, your eyes fell shut and you floated into darkness… You were sure you were dying, and you felt yourself drifting away to meet your ancestors. You could almost see them on the horizon, looking at you with inviting hands and warmth. 

 But it was as if there was a wall in your path. One you couldn’t cross. You yelled their names, but it was in vain as they slowly disappeared into dust. 

 Then, you were reborn. 

 Your eyes snapped open, and you breathed blessed air. You gasped and coughed, putting your hand to your neck and feeling dried blood there. You were supposed to be dead… 

 “All better now, isn’t it?” Remmick said. You licked your dry lips, feeling them colder than usual, before looking at Remmick, who was kneeling next to you. His mouth was dripping with your blood. “It’s okay, darlin’. I’m here.”

 His red eyes left you in a trance, making you giggle and reach for his hands. He held you to a sitting position, and you stretched your arms and cracked your neck. A smile stayed on your mouth. 

 You felt euphoric, like life didn’t mean anything before. You could feel the coldness of the night and how comforting it was. Every sound was sharper in your ears, and your reflexes seemed to be better, too. You felt unstoppable and… you remembered. Your life and his. 

 You knew who he was now. You felt his pain deep in your chest, like a crushing weight. 

 “Remmick…” you whispered, putting your hand to your chest. “I feel so different. So goddamn good.”

 “Yeah? Can you feel how sweet it is?” he asked, putting one hand over yours. “It’s all better now, isn’t it? Nobody can hurt us now.”

 “Nobody,” you repeated. “Aon duine.”

 Remmick’s grin deepened at your words, and you laughed loudly, pushing yourself towards him. 

 “Kiss me now,” you begged, wanting to feel him closer. “I wanna feel you. I need you, Remmick.”

 “I know… It’s alright. Come here,” he whispered. 

 Your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you groaned as you tasted your blood. Remmick wasn’t lying; it was truly sweet, like a nectar. 

 Your tongues danced with each other until you pulled back with the need for fresh air. Your chest heaved, and fire seemed to be inside your veins as the heat of arousal filled your body like a poison. But it was far from venomous… it was addictive and nonlethal. A combination not made possible until now. 

 “I know how you liked to be licked, darlin’,” Remmick whispered against your lips. “And I know what makes you drip.”

 You couldn’t say anything to his filthy words, so instead, you put your elbows behind you and spread your legs. His eyes were shining in the dark, and you saw them look between your thighs as you pulled your skirts up and revealed your dripping arousal. You weren’t wearing anything down there, only your dress and shawl, which was now long forgotten somewhere in the grass. 

 Remmick licked his bottom lip slowly, chuckling and crawling towards your spread thighs. You smirked at him as he moved and finally reached the middle of your legs. The pulse on your crotch was maddening, and you didn't remember ever feeling this aroused for anybody else. 

 “Look at that… Isn’t that just so perfect?” Remmick said, rubbing his hands from your ankles to your thighs. His skin was calloused but comforting. “Don’t mind if I steal a few kisses, do ya?”

 You brought your right hand to your folds, spreading them and coating your digits with your arousal, before bringing the glistening fingers towards his mouth. He didn’t need to be asked twice as he wrapped his lips around your fingers and swirled his tongue, tasting you. A deep moan left your mouth, and you saw him grab and squeeze his cock through his pants. 

 “Come taste me, baby,” you begged. 

 A string of saliva fell from the corner of his lips as he removed your fingers from his mouth. His white shirt was unbuttoned on the chest, revealing his chest hair and a necklace, and, as you stared at him, he grabbed your thighs with his two hands and pushed you towards him, making your back and head hit the grass. 

 You laughed, grabbing his hair as his head went between your legs. 

 “Oh fuck…” you whispered as he applied kisses around your vulva. He licked and nibbled at the flesh until you were whining for him. 

 Just when he thought you had enough of his teasing, did he wrap his lips on your clit. When he did, you arched your back and pulled his hair roughly, making his fangs grow a bit. You felt his lust in your mind and laughed again, until he licked your folds up and down, and made you moan instead. 

 “Remmick… Just like that… Fuck,” you said, breathless. 

 He groaned against you and moved his tongue on your clit, flickering it and creating a mind shattering rhythm. You looked down at him and saw that he was staring at you as well. Your eyes met and you kept eye contact, loving the way his hair was fisted in your hand and his mouth moved on your cunt. 

 “That’s it, baby,” you encouraged him as waves of pleasure ran through you. You pulled his hair roughly again, which made him grab your thighs harder. 

 Remmick continued with that same pace that was just so right until you felt that tight, familiar feeling on your stomach. It was tightening fast, ready to burst, and you dropped your head back on the grass, moaning loudly his name. 

 “I’m close, baby,” you warned him with a breathless voice. A whine escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit suddenly, making a spike of pleasure run through you. 

 “I… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say. 

 Remmick moaned against you, and that was all it took before you arched your back and felt arousal pour from your entrance. Your walls pulsed and your clit throbbed against Remmick’s tongue as sweet pleasure made your mind go blank. You pushed your cunt towards his face, almost riding it as he held you down. 

 Just when you began feeling a bit overstimulated did he stopped his movements, pulling away from your clit. 

 “Hm, hm…” he said as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You sound so damn pretty when you cum, baby.”

 You were breathing heavily as you looked at the night sky. Your skin was glistening and your cunt still trembled with the aftermath of your orgasm. 

 “I’m gonna need you to fuck me now, baby,” you said between breaths. You looked at him and were pleased to see him unbuckling his pants. 

 “Since you asked so nicely…” he teased you with a grin. He pulled his cock out and you looked at it. It was glistening with pre-cum and as hard as a rock. “How do you wanna get fucked, darlin’?”

 You closed your legs and got to your knees in front of him. Then, as he stroked himself slowly, you turned around and lifted your skirts to your waist, revealing your backside to him. Remmick didn’t say anything but a hand appeared on your ass cheek, grabbing it roughly. 

 “That’s a good girl,” he said in a thick Irish accent. He had dropped his southern accent shortly after you were bitten. 

 You bit your bottom lip, dropping to your elbows as you felt him run the head of his cock on your folds. He teased himself and you for a while, running his cock up and down and making you shiver and clench on nothing. 

  “Give a girl what she needs, would ya? Please, baby,” you said to him with a whiny voice. 

 Remmick chuckled, one hand on your ass and the other on his shaft. 

 “But you look so pretty all needy for me, darlin’,” Remmick said. 

 You bit your bottom lip again, and pushed your ass towards him. Remmick groaned, and you smiled in victory as he lined himself with your entrance. 

 “Now, now… Let me make it all better,” he said before thrusting inside all at once. 

 You gasped as he entered you, your head dropping between your shoulders. Remmick let out a deep groan as he stopped fully inside. 

 “Foc… Chomh teann,” he said, now holding your waist with both hands.

 He began fucking you slowly, pulling himself all the way out just to slam inside. You couldn’t do anything but fist the grass and moan his name as he set a good pace. His cock hit all the right places inside you, somehow. It was as if it was meant to fuck you all your life. 

 “Fuck. You are taking me so goddamn well,” he said with a laugh. You moaned his name again and clenched around him. 

 He grabbed your ass cheeks roughly until you felt his nails pierce your skin. You were sure he had drawn blood from your flesh, but you couldn’t care less as euphoria pumped inside your veins. Everything just felt so good. 

 “Harder,” you said to him. 

 Remmick obeyed, and you arched your back and moaned louder than ever as you felt his balls hit your skin with every thrust. The wet and slapping sounds you were making were like music to your ears, and you felt your fangs grow. You needed some blood after this. And soon. 

 “Take it… Come on, fucking take it,” Remmick moaned, pulling your hair. You hissed at the pain but laughed, feeling him hold your head slightly up. 

 You held your torso up with one arm and brought your other hand to your clit, rubbing it roughly and feeling your walls clenching on his shaft. You were getting close again. 

 “Remmick… Ah… Fuck…” you said, looking to him as he pulled your hair again. His neck and chin were still covered in your blood, and his lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. He had never looked more beautiful. 

 “You gonna cum?” Remmick asked you, bringing your face closer to his. He had more strength than you, so it was as easy as walking for him. “Tell me, baby.”

 “Yeah… I’m real close,” you replied, inches from his fangs. 

 “Then do it. Come on, darlin’, cum around my cock,” he whispered, licking your lips. 

 You grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his sweaty hair and skin, while the other hand rubbed circles on your clit. He gave you a particularly hard thrust that made your breasts jiggle. 

 Remmick must have noticed because soon his hands were on your breasts. He ripped open the dress from your chest like it was a tissue, and you gasped as he grabbed your boobs and squeezed them. 

 “Fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moaned. 

 It was too much for you with the added stimulation, so your orgasm burst through you at long last. 

 You opened your mouth and let out high-pitched moans against his lips as your eyes fell shut. Remmick fucked you through it, feeling your walls clench and unclench around his shaft as you came. 

 “Fuck… Beautiful,” he whispered, voice strained. 

 He fucked you unevenely until he stilled his hips and hot strings of cum shoot inside you, making you groan. He whispered your name in your ear while he came, making you shiver. 

 Then, he put his lips to your neck and licked the two holes his fangs had left on your skin. It sting a bit but you didn’t paid it any mind as you stopped your fingers on your clit and started calming down. 

 “There we go. Feels good, baby?” he asked you. 

 “Yes… Real fucking good,” you replied, feeling your skin almost burn. 

 He held you for a bit more until you dropped to your hands, and he removed himself from inside of you. When he did, you felt his cum drip down your ass, making you shiver. Remmick saw it too as he collected it with his fingers. 

 “Want a taste, baby?” he asked as you turned around and sat on the floor. Your dress was ruined now, ripped open and covered in blood, sweat, and cum. 

 “Yeah. Let me,” you said, grabbing his wrist and putting his fingers inside your mouth. You tasted his salty cum and moaned, making Remmick smirk. 

 “You really are different, aren’t you, baby?” he said as you pulled back your mouth. 

 “You bet,” you replied, licking your lips.

 Remmick chuckled and put himself back in his pants, buttoning them up again and fixing his blouse. You tried to clean your dress until you saw it was pointless. 

 “That’s no problem, darlin’. There are plenty of dresses in town, I reckon. You may take as many as you want,” he said. 

 You giggled, breathing deeply as you got to your feet. He followed your lead. 

 “So… What’s next?��� you asked him as you looked at the empty road. 

 “Well…” Remmick grabbed your waist from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. “I think the people in this town need our savin’, don’t ya think? I can feel how miserable they are, even from here. A goddamn shame, really.”

 You hummed with a grin, looking at the lights on the horizon. 

 “I think you right, Remmick. They need our savin’...And I happen to know just the place to visit first.”

 Remmick hummed and grabbed your hand as you two walked down the road. You could hear the drumming heartbeats of the folks in the town, leading you closer and closer to them. But they could wait… First, your parents needed some saving. 

 Then, everybody else would too.

[moonlight-presence]

Last Effort

Category: M/M

Fandom: Good Omens (tv show)

Relationships: Crowley X Aziraphale

Words: 2 385

Summary: What if Crowley had not left after kissing Aziraphale? What if he had tried one last thing to convince him to change his mind? Can one thing that is damned from the start, come together in the end? Well...Read more to find out.

OR

I wrote this to deal with the s2 finale and I ended up making myself cry harder... so yeah.

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

Crowley looked at Aziraphale, his face torn between anguish and despair, a mixture of expressions Crowley had hoped he would never see on his face.

"I need you!", he yelled, his voice breaking, coming stuck in his throat as it struggled to get out, "I don´t think you understand what I am offering you..."

Crowley remained with his eyes locked outside, his heart beating faster than it had ever beaten in his very long life. Not when he had fought angels, not when he had challenged Heaven, not even when he had thought Aziraphale was in danger...But it was like a thunderstorm now, bursting inside of his ribcage.

"I understand...", he said calmly, his eyes meeting his traitor, "And I understand it a lot better than you do..."

"Well...Then there´s nothing more to say." Words of betrayal, spoken by someone Crowley had never imagined they would have been.

The demon felt his heart shattering, his last bit of hope slowly fading away as he looked at Aziraphale´s determined face.

"Listen. Can you hear that?", he asked with a finger pointed up.

"I don´t hear anything!"

You stupid idiot...You fool. "That´s the point. No nightingales.."

Aziraphale´s effort to remain unfazed shattered as a wave of sorrow washed through him. He locked his eyes with his friend- his partner, his lover, his everything- and sent him a glare that seemed to translate to "How dare you.." Crowley remained firm.

"You idiot, we could have been...Us.", Crowley´s voice nearly broke down as he forced those words out of his mouth.

He knew he had lost but he had to try this at least once. Crowley would not leave Aziraphale without at least doing this just one time. Yes, he was going to lose but he wasn´t going to let that stubborn, arrogant, beautiful, stupid, fool of an angel off the hook that easily.

Aziraphale turned his face away from him and, in an act of pure despair, Crowley moved towards him and grabbed him by his jacket, their lips crashing together.

Crowley heard Aziraphale gasp against his mouth but continued pressing their lips together. He would not leave without showing him how much he cared for him, how much he mattered to him. The kiss was not filthy, or deviously unpure as one might think a demon would kiss, but it was rather pure... Kind and passionate and so very shaky.

Crowley felt Aziraphale´s hand against his back, his fingers not knowing what to do as they shook against his jacket. He could sense the angel trembling against him, trying to gain the courage to fight him back but failing miserably. Crowley knew that he wanted this... He could sense the passion between them, the longing that was brooding during the millennia they had known each other for.

Crowley broke the kiss first, surprisingly, and Aziraphale let out a shaky breath, his face furrowed in a mixture of emotions the demon could not figure out. He looked at him with tears behind his black glasses, his lips still tingling with Aziraphale´s warmth.

The angel took a step back, his mouth trying to find words as shaky breaths escaped his lips. He looked like somebody who was not expecting a poisonous snake to bite him, to stick its fangs upon his flesh, to intoxicate his system and weaken his body.

"I...I forgive you."

You stupid fucking idiot.

Crowley took off his glasses, throwing them to the ground, and stepped forward. He should be leaving, he should be gone by now but that stupid heart of his, too soft because of Aziraphale, told him to remain there.

"I don´t want your bloody forgiveness, angel, I want you. I want you and me, together.", he said, black tears flowing from his bright yellow eyes.

"I-I... I can´t. We...Can´t. Crowley, please.", Aziraphale said with a strained voice, his own beautiful eyes filling with tears. Crowley grabbed his jaw and placed a kiss on his lips again, and again, and again, and again.

He tasted Aziraphale´s golden tears in his mouth as their lips moved together. He felt the angel´s shaking body press against him, so weak and fragile. Fuck, he was going to fight for all eternity before letting that stupid idiot do something he would regret.

Crowley grabbed AZiraphale´s jacket and began sliding it down but the angel placed his hands on top of his. "Crowley... Please. I-I...You have to leave."

"Do you want me to leave?", he asked in a whisper, their foreheads pressed together.

"Y-Yes."

"Swear it. Bloody swear it and I will walk away and leave you alone for the rest of eternity."

Aziraphale´s eyes released a flood of tears as his lips trembled with the ultimatum Crowley had just given him. He placed his hands on Crowley´s chest and slightly hit the area, not hard enough to hurt but strong enough to make the demon realize the pain of his words.

"You bastard.", the angel cursed, much to Crowley´s surprise.

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley and brought their lips together once more, his hands grabbing the demon by his shoulders and pulling him close. Crowley smiled between kisses and took off Aziraphale´s jacket quickly, his fingers already working on the buttons of his vest.

They began undressing each other quickly, the bookshop soon filling up with books on the ground as they bumped against shelves, tables, pillars... They did not say one word to each other as Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by the thighs and put him on top of the nearest table.

The angel watched as Crowley took off the last piece of clothing from his torso and threw it back, his eyes red with tears and sorrow. He kicked his shoes from his feet, forgetting about the pain in his chest and the little voice inside of his head that told him to stop that immediately.

Crowley, on the other hand, was busy shutting the blinds and ripping Aziraphale´s blouse from his chest, his fingers working on the belt of the angel´s pants with an incomparable hunger. He did not know what would happen after they had had each other but he did not want to find out, so...As fool does when he´s in love, he looked at his everything and admired him.

"You are beautiful.", Crowley said as his fingers unbuttoned Aziraphale´s pants and slid them down his legs.

"Oh...Well, thank you.", Aziraphale said with a smile that soon turned sour from the thoughts inside of his head. He watched as Crowley removed his pants and then grabbed his wrists, "You are also beautiful."

"Oh...I have been told before, yes...", he replied in an attempt at a joke. Aziraphale rolled his eyes playfully and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, angel.", Crowley said with a serious tone of voice this time. He got down on his knees and spread Aziraphale´s legs, his lips already brushing on his skin.

"C-Crowley...", he said with a whimper as Crowley began kissing his inner thighs slowly.

"Sssshhhh, no more of that, okay? It´s just us, now. It´s just you and me, angel.", he whispered as he softly palmed Aziraphale´s cock through his boxers.

The angel let out a shaky moan and bit his lip, his fingers grabbing the desk with immense strength as he tried to remain composed. Crowley took that as a challenge and licked the slit of his hardening cock suddenly, making Aziraphale gasp.

"Oh...Oh...", the angel whispered with eyes half shut, his hands now on Crowley´s bright red hair.

The demon wickedly smiled and grabbed the boxers, pulling them down softly and freeing Aziraphale´s penis. The angel blushed at the sight of Crowley looking at his erection, but said nothing as the demon grabbed his shaft and slowly began pumping it.

"You have no idea for how long I have wanted to do this, Aziraphale.", he whispered as Aziraphale threw his head back and moaned a bit louder.

Crowley brought his mouth to his shaft and parted his lips, wrapping them around the angel´s cock and swallowing him down. Aziraphale gasped and bit his lip, nearly drawing blood as immense pleasure washed through him.

Crowley moved up and down fast, his tongue swirling on the shaft and his hands massaging Aziraphale´s thighs in a shooting way. It had been ages since he had last had sex and well...Sex with demons is just kind of nasty so Crowley would not very much like to repeat that experience. But this...Fuck, this was beyond Crowley´s dreams.

"Oh...I feel so good. It feels so good...So this is what...Ah...Sex feels like.", Aziraphale tried to say between breaths, "No wonder humans like it so, argh, much. Oh, Crowley...Yes."

Crowley could feel that Aziraphale was getting close so he removed his mouth, earning a whimper from his lover, "I know, I know, angel... I am going to make you feel even better now, okay?"

He got up and kissed him again, their tongues dancing with each other. "Turn around and put your belly on the table, beautiful." Aziraphale blushed a bit but nodded, his body covered in sweat and a few tears that had dropped from his face, earlier.

As he moved, Crowley removed his belt from his pants and pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching erection from his confinements at last.

"This might feel a bit weird at first but it´s going to feel just marvelous in a few seconds, okay?", Crowley said as he put his fingers on his mouth and coated them in saliva.

"Okay...Can I look at you?", Aziraphale asked with his eyes locked on the table. Crowley´s heart ached and he nodded, black tears dripping from his eyes again.

"Y-yes...Of course you can, you idiot.", he smiled as Aziraphale looked over his shoulder and met his eyes. He was crying too.

Crowley pressed his fingers on Aziraphale´s entrance and slowly pushed one in. The angel hissed a bit in discomfort but Crowley kissed his back, shooting him away.

"It´s okay...It´s okay...I am here. You are safe with me.", he whispered against the sweaty skin.

Crowley began moving his finger inside and then Aziraphale gasped as he hit his prostate. The demon smiled and hit it again and again until Aziraphale was nothing more than a chain of moans and whimpers.

He added another finger, slowly at first, and then another until Aziraphale grabbed the edge of the table and pre-cum dripped from his cock to the floor below.

"P-Please...I need you. I need you."

Again with the words...Oh, those wretched words.

"You have me.", Crowley whispered, taking off his fingers and pumping his cock with saliva from his mouth.

He lined himself with Aziraphale´s entrance and then slowly pushed inside. The angel gasped in a bit of pain and Crowley stopped, letting him adjust.

They proceeded with that- Aziraphale adjusting to the size of Crowley and the demon fighting his urges not to fuck him senseless. In the end, Crowley´s cock was fully inside Aziraphale´s burning and tight walls.

"C-Can I move? Fuck...", Crowley asked with urgency as his forehead dropped on top of Aziraphale´s shoulders.

"Y-Yes.", the angel said with a nod.

Crowley sighed in relief and began fucking him, slowly at first and then a bit rougher. Aziraphale could do nothing more but whimper below him, his mouth parted in pleasure and his eyes shut.

"You feel so good. So good for me, angel."

"A-argh... I...Oh, I love you." Crowley stilled his hips suddenly.

"You...Aziraphale, look at me.", he begged and the angel refused, his eyes locked shut, "Please, fucking look at me!"

He trembled with the louder tone of voice and finally opened his eyes, meeting Crowley´s.

"Say it again.", he begged, moving his hips again, his hands on Aziraphale´s hips.

"I...Crowley...", he shuddered as pleasure began pulsing through his body again.

"Please. Please.", he begged over and over again with each thrust.

"I love you! Oh, I fucking love you!", the second time Aziraphale cursed that day. What a fucking day...

"I love you too. I love you so much.", Crowley confessed, grabbing Aziraphale´s cock and pumping it fast.

"Oh...OH! Crowley, I think I am going to-"

"It´s alright. Just let it happen. I have you.", Crowley moaned in Aziraphale´s ear, breathing against his eardrum.

Aziraphale tightened around Crowley´s cock as he orgasmed and that was the last of the demon´s control. He halted his hips as his own orgasm burst through him, his whole body trembling in waves as he spilled inside the angel.

They remained there, inside of each other, for a few seconds before Crowley kissed Aziraphale´s back and removed himself. The next few minutes consisted of them getting cleaned and dressed, both not saying a word or looking at each other.

In the end, after they had taken each other, after they had both confessed their feelings, Crowley reached for Aziraphale, and the angel moved away.

Oh... So it is going to be like this.

"Aziraphale-"

"Leave, Crowley...We are not meant for each other, we can´t keep doing this forever. We...For the love of God, Crowley, nothing lasts forever.", Aziraphale spat out with his eyes fixed on the floor.

Crowley´s last piece of hope vanished and he accepted the harsh truth. He accepted his fate.

He did not say one more word as he turned around and left the bookshop, his glasses hiding the tears in his eyes.

As Crowley walked towards his car, he reminisced on the day he and Aziraphale both watched "Romeo and Juliet" being performed for the first time... He remembered how they had talked about the play and congratulated Shakespeare on it, praising him for the tragic love story. On that day he had wondered how humans could write such things, such tales of heartbreak and anguish over this so-called "love"...Now he understood.

Now he knew what it was like.

[moonlight-presence]

Five Years Later

Category: M/M

Fandom: Good Omens (tv show)

Relationships: Crowley X Aziraphale

Words: 3 202

Summary: Five years after Aziraphale left Crowley, they meet again. Will this time end differently than the last? Can Aziraphale change his mind and stay? I will try to answer what might be in this story.

OR

A fix-it fanfic to let me process the s2 finale.

MATURE RATING FOR LANGUAGE AND SELF-HARM MENTIONS

Five years after the goodbye...

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"Aziraphale!... Aziraphale!", Michael yelled through the empty hall. The angel shared a look with Uriel and sighed, both their patience running low.

"I am coming, yes!", a faint reply was heard before a burst of light appeared in front of both angels, "Sorry for the delay, I was rather busy with-"

"Yes, we know you are always so busy with everything, Aziraphale.", Uriel dryly said, cutting the enthusiastic tone of voice.

"Something came up on Earth, Aziraphale.", Michael said with her hands crossed behind her back, "We have detected some unusual activity in Egland for quite some time now, and, since Gabriel decided to betray us and run off with that little disgusting de-"

"What Michael is trying to say is that whenever we had trouble on Earth, Gabriel was the one who dealt with it, and...Since his departure," Uriel´s lips twisted in a disapproving frown, "You are the one who´s going to have to deal with it."

"I...Well, I don´t think I am qualified for something like this. I mean...It has been quite some time since I last went to Earth and, well...", Aziraphale began saying with a nervous stutter.

"The Metatron has put you in Gabriel´s place, hasn´t he? So...Take care of it.", Uriel replied with a cold voice, her eyes looking straight at Aziraphale´s.

"Well...Very well. What seems to be the problem?", he asked as he rubbed his hands nervously. He wasn´t looking forward to going down to Earth one tiny bit...Especially since...

"Apparently some humans have been reporting seeing some strange things near London.", Michael pulled a long scroll and began reading, "The reports are quite different but they all mention animals behaving differently, the weather changing abruptly, amongst other weird phenomenons."

"We are not sure what´s happening but we have contacted Hell and they don´t have the slightest idea either so, as Supreme Archangel, your job is to investigate, solve it, and report back to us.", Uriel finished explained, her lips stretching into a satisfied smug grin.

"That´s quite odd, indeed...Alright, I will take a look into it. It might be fun to mix with humans again, after all.", Aziraphale said with a big grin. His heart ached inside of his chest.

"We expect you to be brief, Aziraphale.", Michael noted before both angels disappeared with a flash of light.

Aziraphale sighed, adjusted his vest, and walked towards the elevator. Was he really going back to Earth, again? It had only seemed like yesterday since he had left...Since he had left him.

The elevator doors opened and Aziraphale pressed the Earth button, his fingers shaking as the lift began moving down. He adjusted his bowtie, fixed his hair, and adjusted his vest again until he forced himself to be quiet and calm down.

Five years of being in Heaven...Five years of trying to make a difference and failing miserably. He had tried, perhaps too much, but he had truly tried... They did not listen to him, they did not care for his words. They had respected Gabriel but Aziraphale wasn´t as imposing or...Well, as mean as Gabriel. But Aziraphale had tried to make them hear him.

After four years, Aziraphale understood the truth. The Metatron wasn´t trying to honor him when he had offered him Gabriel´s position, he was simply putting on a facade that things were okay in Heaven. He needed a puppet, a front to his scheme, and poor naive Aziraphale had betrayed the one being he loved the most and accepted the offer.

And now, down under he went. His heart beating fast with fear and a tiny bit of excitement that, after all these years, he might see those black sunglasses again.

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"Excuse me, miss.", Aziraphale said politely to a person who was jogging in St James Park.

"I am not interested.", the woman said dryly before putting on her headphones again and running away.

"Oh, bollocks... I forgot how suspicious humans are.", Aziraphale sighed to himself. He continued walking down the park, his eyes taking in the trees, the ducks, the lake, the bench... It truly had been a while.

Another person was walking towards him with two dogs on a leash. Aziraphale smiled broadly and began to approach them before both animals stopped walking and became ecstatic. The owner of the pets looked at them with worry, "Luna, Stacy...What´s the matter?"

Aziraphale observed the animals and, without any warning whatsoever, almost jumped in the spot as the two dogs began sprinting rapidly, knocking down their owner. The person fell to the ground and Aziraphale rushed to them.

"Are you alright, sir?!", he asked with worry, helping the person up.

"I am alright, thank you... Did you see where they went?!", the person asked urgently, looking everywhere.

"I am afraid I didn´t, sir-"

"I am not a sir.", the person said with a dry voice. Aziraphale frowned in confusion, "I am nonbinary. I go by they/them."

"Oh...That´s fascinating.", Aziraphale said in amazement. The person took a step back and Aziraphale clearly saw they were uncomfortable, "Oh, my apologies. I had no idea, I truly meant to offense."

"It´s alright. Look, I have to go find my dogs, alright? Thanks for the help.", they said before moving past Aziraphale and leaving him alone again.

The angel sighed with frustration and rubbed his temples. Yet another failed attempt at chatting with a human... This day was proving to be miserable.

Aziraphale continued walking down the park until he spotted the bench. He sat down at last, his legs begging him for some rest, and stared at the pond in front of him. He stared as a mother and her daughter fed the animals frozen peas and a faint rush of nostalgia moved through him.

"Ducks hate bread... Did you know that? It´s bad for them too.", Crowley said before drinking another mug of beer. Aziraphale laughed at his words and sipped his tea.

"Your fascination with those animals is quite adorable, Crowley...", Aziraphale teased making the demon stare at him with an annoyed expression.

"Don´t call me adorable. I am a demon. I am intimidating and evil and so very scary!!", he said with a loud voice, his tongue sticking out of his mouth like a snake.

"If you say so, Crowley.", the angel commented between giggles.

Aziraphale smiled at the memory and crossed his legs, his heart fluttering in his chest. How long had it been since he had last sat on this bench? Time is such a strange concept, anyways... Six thousand years with Crowley had gone by in a blink of an eye, and five years in Heaven had been torture. A weird concept, indeed.

"Hello, angel. Admiring the trees, are we?"

Aziraphale let out a high-pitched scream as he heard a voice appear next to him. He put his hand over his heart and looked to his left, his eyes widening at the sight of Crowley. He was sitting there, his legs crossed, and a leathery black choice of clothing on his body.

"C-crowley?", Aziraphale stuttured. His breath was ragged, his mouth hung open and his lips tingling with the memory of what was. He was real, he was there and he looked...good. His hair was a bit longer, shaved to the sides, but it suited him quite a lot. He seemed strong, maybe he had stopped eating all that horrible food he enjoyed-

"Guilty as charged...", Crowley replied making Aziraphale snap out of his thoughts. The angel realized he was still hanging his mouth opened and closed it, swallowing down hard as if it would help him search for his voice.

"W-What...I mean how...", Aziraphale cleared his throat and tried to remain calm, "How are you?"

Crowley chuckled and shook his head slightly, before staring at the mother and daughter. They had both left the ducks, now walking side by side, hands intertwined, down the pathway.

"I am fine, Aziraphale.", Crowley replied shortly, his eyes now on the pond in front of them.

"Oh, that´s nice. I am glad you are fine.", Aziraphale said with a soft smile and a shaky voice. He kept fidgeting with his hands as he tried to process what was happening. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, the last memory he had of Crowley kept invading his mind, haunting him as vividly as ever.

"I forgive you..."

"Don´t bother."

"I wasn´t expecting to see you down here so soon, I have to confess. Aren´t you supposed to be in Heaven, revolutionizing the system, making a difference against the tyrants?", Crowley said with a formal, almost playful, voice.

Aziraphale felt his heart tightened at the obvious blow at him. He did not know what to expect from Crowley after what he had said but... This? This was proving to be more challenging than he had ever anticipated.

"I am on a mission.", Crowley looked at him with an arched eyebrow and a soft smile.

"Really? What type of mission?", Aziraphale looked at him, his heart beating like thunder inside of his chest.

"Well... Michael and Uriel told me that some animals have been-", he cut himself short, closing his mouth and thinking about what he was going to say, "I am afraid it´s classified information."

Crowley took off his sunglasses, despite several humans walking by them, and began cleaning the lenses. His hands were shaking quite a bit, Aziraphale noticed.

"You really are one of them now, uh?"

"I have always been one of them, Crowley! I am an angel. I belong in Heaven, you have to-"

"So I guess you really are enjoying your time up there... Well, it was a nice idea from Muriel but it seems like it was quite pointless, after all.", Crowley half whispered to himself making Aziraphale frown at his words.

"Muriel? What on Earth are you talking about?"

"Don´t play dumb, angel. We both know this was my doing...", Crowley said with a spiteful voice. Aziraphale opened his mouth and then closed it, his fists clenched together by his lap.

"I am afraid I don´t know what you are talking about."

"Don´t lie to me, angel... We´ve known each for far too long for that to work anymore.", Crowley said.

Aziraphale met Crowley´s yellow eyes. "You did this, didn´t you? You started causing havoc on Earth because you knew Heaven would not let it go by unnoticed...Crowley, you fool, how were you so certain they would send me to fix your mess?"

"I know how Heaven operates, Aziraphale... You are the brightest of them, the only one who would accept this foolish mission to resolve whatever was happening on Earth.", Crowley smirked a bit with amusement, "Besides, I knew you would jump at the first chance to come down here, anyways."

Aziraphale blushed, both in embarrassment and a bit of anger. How dare Crowley manipulate things to his advantage? He had forgotten how impossible he was.

"They are not going to be pleased with this, Crowley.", Aziraphale said with a firm voice.

"No, they aren´t...Guess it´s better you don´t tell them."

"Crowley-"

"Are you happy there?"

"Of course I am."

Crowley moved a bit closer to Aziraphale, his gaze piercing him, "Look at me, Aziraphale."

He struggled with the idea at first but then did so, "Are you happy there?"

No. "Yes."

Crowley´s lips turned into a sour smile, his eyes flickering with sorrow as he saw through Aziraphale´s lie. "Angels aren´t supposed to lie, Aziraphale... If you want to be one of them, you have to behave as such."

"I am not lying-"

"Oh fuck off, will ya?", Crowley snapped making Aziraphale and a few people jump around them. The angel gave the crowd a reassuring smile and they proceeded walking with uncertainty.

"Was this your plan all along? Dragging me here and causing a scene in front of everybody?! Well, if it was, you have succeeded!"

"My plan was to talk to you and see if you had truly lost your damn mind...", Crowley said, putting his sunglasses back on his face.

"Well, doctor, what´s the verdict?!", Aziraphale asked sarcastically.

"I haven´t decided yet.", he gave him a smug smile and the angel let out a strong breath through his nose.

"I don´t have time for this, Crowley. Stop messing with the human world, at once, so I can return to Heaven."

"Is that what you want?"

"What? The human world part, well yes, it´s extremely inconvenient-", Crowley glared at him and stopped his words, "I...Yes. I don´t know, Crowley, okay? Are you happy now?"

"Not quite... You still haven´t done the apology dance.", Aziraphale looked outraged at the suggestion.

"I am not doing that! It was embarrassing enough all the times you made me do it! Besides, I have nothing to apologize for."

Liar.

"You don´t?", Crowley laughed, his head shaking with the motion, "Oh, Aziraphale, don´t make me laugh...We both know what happened that day, we were both there if I recall correctly."

"What happened that day was a mistake.", he spat out the words quicker than he had time to think about them. Crowley looked at him briefly before looking away, clearly hurt by the comment.

"Well, there it is. That´s all I needed to hear. I knew this was fucking stupid in the first place, I told Muriel but of course, she wouldn´t fucking listen to me.", Crowley got up, "Goodbye, Aziraphale."

Crowley began walking away, leaving Aziraphale alone again. He tried to fight back the urge to get up and stop him, but in the end, it was useless. When he realized, he was already grabbing his arm, making him stop.

"Crowley, wait. I am sorry.", he said, his eyes filling up with tears. Crowley turned around to look at him, "I am an idiot, aren´t I? I...Crowley, you have to understand that I never meant for things to end up like they are now. I... I want to be an angel, I want to be good and be in Heaven but at the same time I also want you by my side."

"I don´t want to be an angel, Aziraphale. I don´t want to be a demon. I just want to be me. Why do you need them so badly?!", he grabbed Aziraphale´s shoulders, "Why do you want to be an angel so fucking desperately, Aziraphale?! They are all awful beings! Hell, Heaven, all the same bullshit. You don´t need them."

"Yes, I do!", Aziraphale yelled with a strained voice, tears filling his eyes.

"Why?! Tell me a good fucking reason and I will leave you alone!"

"Because I don´t know who I am without it.", he finally confessed, scared of the words that came out of his mouth. Aziraphale let out a shaky breath and placed his fingers on his lips, regretting what he had said.

"Oh, angel... You are you.", Crowley whispered, putting his hands on Aziraphale´s face, "You are beautiful, nice, a pain in the goddamn ass sometimes, extremely clever, funnier than you might think, good, caring, thoughtful, the less selfish person I know...Well, sometimes at least."

Aziraphale felt his heart tighten at the words, his body shaking rapidly without his control. He did not know what to say nor if he should believe a word Crowley was saying, but he did listen.

"You don´t need to be an angel to belong somewhere you think it´s right for you... You don´t need to pretend to abide by Heaven´s side simply because it´s the "good one"... Angel, you are everything you need to be. Can´t you see that?! You are everything I need. I love you."

Aziraphale´s face twisted with a rollercoaster of emotions, his cheeks were full of tears, and he must have looked like a complete mess, but Crowley was looking at him like he was the most perfect thing to ever exist.

He did not know what to say. He just wanted to grab him, hug him, yell at him, feel his warmth against his body. Aziraphale was a fool, a fucking idiot. Five years without Crowley, five years stuck with those insufferable arrogant angels... Did he want to be like them? Did he really want to rule over something that would not listen to him? That shut down his voice, that would not give him what Crowley had for six thousand years?

"Oh, Crowley...", Aziraphale sobbed, grabbing his neck and crashing their lips together.

Time seemed to freeze around them. Everything went quiet as Crowley grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, gently not to hurt him like he was some porcelain doll. Aziraphale did not know if this was the right thing to do, but he grabbed Crowley´s shoulders harder than the last time they had kissed. He kissed him hard and deep, not scared to feel his lips on his. He tasted as he remembered... Aziraphale nearly wept against his lips as the kiss deepened.

Crowley put his hand on Aziraphale´s curly white hair and held him there, trying to savor the moment for as long as possible. He was afraid he would leave him again in that bookshop. Afraid he would have to wander for five miserable years alone... Drowning in alcohol and trying different ways to end his existence.

He would never go back to that. He would never spend days outside the bookshop, hoping to see Aziraphale inside instead of Muriel.

Aziraphale broke the kiss, his lungs gasping for air as he breathed in. Crowley´s lips were slightly pink from the strength of the kiss, his hands still on the angel´s body.

"Don´t you dare leave me after that, angel...", he whispered with a smile. Aziraphale laughed softly, tears drowning the bowtie around his neck.

"I am sorry for everything... You were right. You were always right, Crowley. I don´t know what came over me. I-"

"It´s okay. I forgive you.", he said, brushing away the tears from his cheeks.

Aziraphale looked at him and pressed their foreheads together, the sun shining brighter than before, on them, lighting up the moment that would be written in the stars for millennia.

"I love you, too.", the angel confessed, freeing himself from the robes he had created around his body.

The ducks quacked behind them, happy with their pea-filled feast, and Aziraphale put his head on Crowley´s chest. He wanted to hear his heartbeat. He needed to feel him against him.

They say demons do not have a heart but Crowley´s was beating hard and violently. But then again, he wasn´t a demon and Aziraphale wasn´t an angel. There are no good or evil sides in a love story, just two souls trying their best to come together at the end.

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A little visit

(Steven Grant X non-binary Reader)

Category: NB/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationships: Steven Grant X NB Reader

Words: 2 293

Summary: You decide to visit Steven while he is working at the Museum and things get a little bit heated.

Warnings: Oral sex, Dirty talk, fear of getting caught, public sex but not really 

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

(a little note: I don´t know what the British Museum´s schedule is like so apologies if I get the hours all wrong...for the sake of the plot, please roll with it hahaha)

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You look at your phone and read the time- 7:45 pm- in 15 minutes or so, Steven is going to close up the gift shop and go home. Usually, you are waiting for him at home or he comes to pick you up from work but tonight, you are going to change things up a bit.

You actually don´t remember the last time you went inside the British Museum so you thought why not kill two birds with one stone and visit the museum where your boyfriend works at? Surely you weren´t going to pay for a ticket because well... Steven works there.

You fucking hope you don´t have to, anyway.

You climb the giant staircase leading to the main door quickly and then enter the building. You spot a few people leaving through the exit so you decide to ignore that and walk towards the entrance where the security guy seems to be. You glance at him and notice he is watching some videos on his phone so you pray he isn´t going to bother you.

As you are almost inside the Museum, you hear somebody call you, “Hey! That entrance is for staff only.”, the security guy says making you wince and turn around with a big grin.

“Hum, my boyfriend works here. His name is Steven, you might know him?”, you say as you walk slowly towards him. The man lifts his eyes from the screen and raises his eyebrows with surprise as you speak.

“Steven? I don´t know any bloody Steven...”, he replies making you frown.

“Hum... He works at the gift shop. Curly hair, kinda awkward all the time, ringing any bells?”, you explain making the man put down his phone and stare at you up and down. He isn´t checking you out, he just seems to be making sure you aren´t lying.

“You mean Scotty? Yeah, he works here, didn´t know he was dating somebody, though.” You feel your cheeks blush and nod, your attention now going back to the entrance.

“So... Can I get in or?”, you push further making the security guard get up and walk towards you. You aren´t sure what he is doing but then he grabs a card from his pocket and unlocks the door you had no idea was locked.

“Scotty, there´s somebody here to see you.”, the security guy says and you turn around to meet Steven´s eyes. He lifts his eyebrows in shock and then a big grin appears on his lips as he properly looks at you.

“Yeah, yeah, come on, him and Donna must be closing up by now.”, he starts walking inside and you follow him rapidly. You look around the Museum and stare at the artifacts inside.

The gift shop is located next to the Ancient Egypt section so you start to analyze all the beautiful sarcophagi. You smile to yourself at how ironic it is for Steven to work next to this zone...

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”, he asks while walking toward you. You smile at him and give him a quick kiss before grabbing his cheeks and putting your foreheads against each other.

“Felt like visiting my boyfriend at work... Thought you might like it.”, you tease with a smirk making Steven´s cheeks heat up.

“You are absolutely insane...”, he says with a chuckle making you pull away with a grin. You glance at the security guard who is already moving away.

“See you tomorrow, Scotty!”

“It´s actually Steven...With a V.”, he shouts back making you laugh and shake your head.

“Did he ever get your name right?”, you humor making Steven chuckle and give your forehead a small kiss.

“Never... Hey, I am almost finished here okay. Donna went to grab some boxes and then I will be-”

“Stevie, you little rascal... Who is this fine person you are with?”, Donna calls from behind making your heart skip a beat. You turn around and meet her eyes, she is chewing some gum and judging you up and down.

“Hello, I am Y/N, Steven´s partner, pleasure to meet you.”, you raise your hand and Donna shakes it. She studies your face for a bit and then looks at Steven who is probably having an anxiety crisis behind you.

“Stevie, you never told me you were dating someone... Look at you.”, she says with a heavy British accent. You meet Steven´s eyes and mouth him a quick “sorry” making him smile.

“Hum, Donna... Is it alright if I leave a tiny bit earlier? I just... Hum, well you see-”

“Oh my God, just go, your rambling is giving me a bloody headache. Come in 20 minutes earlier tomorrow, alright?”, she interrupts while grabbing a box from the balcony. She gives you a smirk and says, “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Hum, you too...”, you say before Donna walks into the storage room leaving you both alone. You hear Steven let out a breath and you grab his hand.

“Sorry for her... She can be a bit intense sometimes...Anyways, how are you? How was work?”, he asks with that sweet concern of his. You bite your lip gently and grab his neck again pulling him against your lips.

You kiss him hungrily while your hands travel to his lower back pulling him against you. Steven gasps inside of your mouth and grabs your waist as well, his fingers just holding your skin perfectly.

After a few seconds, you pull away and start trailing kisses down his neck, each kiss ending with a small bite making Steven´s heart rate increase.

“My love, what are you doing?”, Steven whispers making your sex pulse with a hunger for him.

“You look so fucking pretty, right now, love... I fucking want you.”, your hand traces his waist until it reaches his lower stomach. You hear Steven whimper a bit as your palm finds his erection.

“R-right now? Love, we are inside the Museum... Argh... Somebody c-can see us...Bloody hell...”, he curses when you palm his cock more roughly through his jeans. You lick a long stripe to his earlobe and then place your lips against his ear canal.

“I don´t care... I want everybody to fucking see you moan for me. I want the whole fucking world to know who is making you feel this good. Do you?”, you ask making Steven look at you in the eyes, his breath is uneven and he seems to be redder than before.

“Do I w-what?”

“Do I make you feel good, Steven?”, you push your hand against his prominent shaft and he lets out a quick moan. Before he can make anymore sounds, you connect your lips and swallow his moans.

You start trying to take off his belt but Steven stops you and pulls away, “W-what are you planning to do? I-I just really don´t want to get fired, love...”

“I know, I know... Look, get behind the balcony and let me do the work, okay?”, you say with a smirk making Steven nod and pull you with him.

You give him one last kiss before getting on your knees behind the balcony so you are covered from anybody who might show up. The Museum is pretty empty at this hour so it shouldn´t be a problem.

You bring your attention to his boner and then start taking off his belt quickly. You can feel that he is desperate for you so you take no time in pulling down his pants and removing his boxers. Finally, his cock hits his stomach and you immediately grab the shaft making Steven moan softly from above.

“Sssshhhh, you don´t want anybody hearing us, do you?”, you tease making Steven shake his head and bite his lip.

You look at the shiny tip, leaking with precum, and then lick it gently. The warm pressure is enough to make Steven buck his hips but you hold him down. You notice his hands are now supported on the balcony as he tries to remain still.

You start pumping your hand up and down gently, your fingers pulling back his skin and giving him that extra sensation he so loves. You begin kissing around his head, each kiss making him curse under his breath.

“F-fuck... Just like that, love...”, he whispers with shaky breaths making you shiver.

You part your lips and left a trail of spit fall on his dick making the movements more fluid. You stop moving your hand and grab the base of his cock, your mouth wrapping around the rest of his dick as you swallow him.

Steven lets out a louder moan and you look up at him in warning, your disapproving stare making him apologize and bite his hand. You hollow your cheeks and circle your tongue around the shaft slowly. You go deeper and deeper until your nose hits his stomach making Steven push inside some more.

You gag a bit but breathe through your nose as you pull away to catch some air. Your mouth is dripping with saliva as your hand pumps him gently.

“You taste so good, love.”, you inform him making Steven stare at you with pleading eyes. He seems so innocent even though you are giving him a blowjob.

Suddenly, footsteps sound behind you and you feel him tense up, his eyes meeting the person who just arrived.

“What happened to your partner, Stevie?”, Donna asks making you bite your lip so you don´t giggle.

“They went to the bathroom... Hum... They said they weren´t feeling that g-good-”, Steven struggles to continue talking as you swallow his cock again.

You start speeding up, your throat hurting a bit from the pressure as the head of his cock hits the back of your neck. Steven´s hand goes to your hair and he tries to tell you to slow down but you just gently moan around him. It's just enough so vibrations can travel around his dick.

“Are you alright, Stevie?”, Donna asks as Steven´s breaths become more and more ragged. He swallows dryly and nods rapidly, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Hum? Yeah, I am bloody fantastic... Donna, hum, can you gimme a minute? I need to make a private phone call.”, he lies as your lips suck on his leaking head. Your hands move to his balls and you start squeezing them making Steven clear his throat as the pleasure builds inside him. You can tell that he is close by the way his stomach is flexing.

“Alright... I am gonna leave anyway, got better things to do than be here all night.”, Donna says before walking away. You see Steven waving her goodbye and then the door closing.

He looks down at you with a panicked stare, his lips shiny and sweat forming on his neck. You let go of his cock and give him a little lick before smirking.

“P-please... Love, I need to cum. Please...”, he begs making you bite your lip and kiss his pelvic zone.

“You-”, you kiss his waist, “Look-”, you kiss his thigh, “So-”, you move to his other thigh, “Hot-”, you reach his cock and lick a long stripe all the way down his shaft, “Right now, love.”

“You are driving me insane, Y/N... Fuck...”, he grabs your hair and massages your scalp gently making you blow a hot breath on his poor dick.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, okay?”, you whisper making Steven part his lips in wonder and nod, “Good boy.”

You open your mouth and move down on him again, your throat expanding to his size with ease. You start sucking rapidly while your hands play with his heavy balls and soon, Steven is throwing back his head and waiting for his orgasm to come.

You close your eyes and hollow your cheeks before moaning loudly making him go over the edge. Steven pulls your hair a bit as he starts cumming down your throat, thick stripes of semen falling on your tongue as you swallow it all. You continue sucking him until his cock starts twitching and you hear him whimpering from the overstimulation.

You give him one last lick before pulling away. You can hear Steven´s rapid breath above you so you get up and grab his neck before you pull him into a kiss. You let your boyfriend taste himself on your tongue as you mix your salty tongue with his.

Steven pulls away and tries to catch his breath as he looks at you. You clean your mouth with the back of your hand and lick your fingers seductively making Steven whimper at the sight.

“S-shit, love...”, he mumbles making you blush and smirk.

You help him get dressed again and soon you are both leaving the Museum, his hands never leaving your back as he pulls you against his chest. Steven presses a kiss on your earlobe and you feel shivers running down your spine.

“When we get home, I have some plans for you...”, he says with bold words making you giggle.

You glance at the security guard and wave him goodbye. He clearly doesn´t give a shit about this as he simply waves back without taking his eyes off the phone.

“So... Did you like my little visit?”, you ask as both of you head home. Steven kisses your temples and grabs your hand.

“It was marvelous... Truly head-blowing...”, he jokes and you laugh loudly making Steven grin.

“Come on... Let´s see what plans you have for me, shall we?”, you say before grabbing him and guiding him quite rapidly to his apartment.

Nothing like a little visit to the British Museum to get you in a good mood...

[moonlight-presence]

Omg Moon Knight was the most nominated Marvel TV show in 2022!!!! I just need a confirmation for season 2 and I will be happy :)

[moonlight-presence]

okay this idea just came to me and I NEED it (also I loved your taking turns fic, so I know you'll slay this) okay here it is:

reader is neighbours with the moon boys, friends with all of them but nothing further than that. mutual pining and crushes from Steven, Marc and Jake toward reader.

reader invites the boys over one night for some drinks and it turns into them all playing a drinking truth or dare together. the prompts for truths and dares start to get a bit cute but also a bit steamy and one thing leads to another and they all end up hooking up (like the guys all appear at least once during the deed).

I hope this makes sense lmao, I literally love your work so much ily 🤍🌙

Truth or dare

(Jake, Marc and Steven X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationships: Jake Lockley X Reader, Marc Spector X Reader, Steven Grant X Reader

Words: 5 060

Summary: Jake, Marc and Steven play a game of truth or dare with you.

Warnings: Oral sex, missionary, overstimulation, begging, a bit of crying

Translation for the Spanish words: “princesa”: princess; “mi amor”: my love; “¿Verdad o atrevimiento?”: truth or dare?

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You open your mailbox and take out a few letters. There´s no one else at the entrance of the building you live in, just you and the noise of your keys dangling on your fingers. You try to close the mailbox but the phone in your right hand makes the task almost impossible. After a few more unsuccessful tries, you decide to hold your phone with your mouth while you close and lock the mailbox.

In the middle of doing this,  you hear the front door opening, the sound making you jump and almost drop your phone. Luckily for you, your lips manage to hold the device quite firmly. You hear the door close again and then turn around to greet who entered.

"Good aftern-", Marc, your neighbor, stops talking as he sees you with your phone in your mouth and a bunch of letters in your hands. You immediately drop the phone to the ground without realizing it and your cheeks color.

"Shit.", you curse and kneel to grab your phone. You can feel your heart racing and embarrassment creep into you as Marc helps you gather your things.

"Are you okay? Sorry, I startled you, Y/N.", he says as he picks up your letters and helps you get up. He gently grabs your arms and you feel his rough fingers brush your skin slightly. A shiver runs down your spine.

"No, sorry, I was... I was just trying to close my mailbox... Hum...", you struggle with words as you meet his eyes. He is still holding your arms and you look at his hands making him remove them.

"No, yeah, yeah, it´s fine. You just surprised me with the phone on your mouth...", he jokes with a smile making you chuckle and put your phone in your back pocket. Marc hands you the letters and you smile at him.

"Sorry...", you whisper and brush a strand of hair out of your eyes. You look at him for a bit and then try to say something, "You going up?"

"Yeah, you too?", he asks making you smile and nod. You walk towards the elevator and press your floor number.

As the elevator starts going up you can feel that awkward silence begin to install between you too. Your body begins sweating and that warm sensation in your stomach appears. You always feel like this when you are close to him...

"How are-"

"I was thin-", you cut yourself off as Marc speaks first. You look at each other and smile slightly before you add, "Go ahead."

"No, it´s okay, you were saying?"

"Hum... I just wanted to ask you if you want to come over for some drinks tonight?", you have no idea how you managed to have the courage to ask that but you just did. Your cheeks are now bright red as Marc´s eyes widen and he clears his throat, you notice he is turning redder too.

"Yeah, I would love to. You need me to bring anything?"

"Just yourself.", you laugh at your joke but then immediately want to slap yourself for how stupid it sounded. You idiot...

Marc actually chuckles at your failed joke and nods. The elevator doors open and he steps out and waits for you to follow him. You each walk to your apartment and then you share one last glance with him.

"Oh, you can come over at around 9. Is that good with everyone?", you ask and Marc waits a bit before answering.

"Jake and Steven say it´s fine. See you later, Y/N, and don´t drop your phone again.", he winks at you and enters his apartment leaving you embarrassed and with a slight grin on your lips.

This night is either going to be a disaster or the best night of your life.

............

Tick....tock.....tick.....tock....tick....Tock.

The clock hits 9 pm.

You glance at your front door and rub your fingers anxiously as you wait for the bell to ring. You did tell them to be here at around 9 but you didn't actually think they would only show up at 9.

You glance at the two wine glasses on top of the table and the bottle of wine you fetched earlier. The wine is getting a bit warm and so are you. Part of you is scared they aren't going to show up at all...

This was a stupid idea, a dumb fucking idea and now you have em-

Ding...Dong.

You nearly jump at the noise of your bell ringing, your heart now beating fast inside of your chest. You look at the mirror in front of you for a second and breathe in.

Your hands grab the handle and you open the door to reveal Steven looking back at you. He is holding a box of chocolates in his hand as he stares at you with a nervous grin.

"H-hi.", he almost whispers making you smile and let him inside of your home.

"Hey, Steven, come on in.", you invite and he nods before entering the apartment. You close the door behind you and try to stop your hands from shaking.

Fucking calm down, okay?

"Beautiful...", he whispers as he looks at you. You widen your eyes and his cheeks color before he looks around and adds," Your flat. It's lovely, love what you have done with the place."

You try to hide a small smile but fail miserably as Steven awkwardly looks everywhere except at you. Your eyes meet his box of chocolates and you clear your throat.

"Are those for me?", you ask making Steven finally look at you. His cheeks are flushed red and he seems to be shaking like a piece of paper on a windy day.

"W-what... Oh-... Hum- yeah.", he hands you the chocolates and you grab the box, "Thought you might fancy some chocolates."

"In fact I do.", you reply with a smile as you open the box to see a bunch of heart-shaped chocolates inside of it, "Thank you, Steven. I actually don't remember the last time anybody has ever bought me chocolates."

Steven opens his mouth but chooses not to say anything at your words. Instead, he just looks at you with that awkward but sweet expression you are so familiar with. That's what you adored about Steven, he was so sweet... Sweet like chocolates. Ironic, isn't it?

"Should we take a seat?", you ask and signal the couch behind him. He nods and sits down rapidly as you follow him and do the same.

You open the bottle of red wine and pour some of it into the two glasses in front of you. Steven doesn't say anything as you do this but you can feel his eyes staring at you... You do wonder what he is thinking.

You give Steven his glass and then pick up yours, "Cheers."

"Cheers.", he says and takes a sip from the alcoholic drink. You swallow the liquid and then open the box of chocolates to take one out.

"You are trying them now?", he asks alarmed making you raise an eyebrow at him as you place one chocolate inside of your mouth.

"Shouldn't I?", you start chewing and an amazingly sweet flavor fills your mouth. It tastes of hazelnut and caramel, a lovely mixture that seems to have been made by some sort of god.

"It's a bit scary that's all...Imagine you hate the chocolates I bought you. That wouldn't be good, would it? No.", he mumbles while you look at him with a big smirk on your lips. You gently place your hand on his knee before you speak.

"Hey, they are amazing, okay? Relax.", you assure him with a soft smile. You realize that Steven's body has tensed up and you look at your hand, "Sorry."

You remove it and take another big sip from your wine.

After a few glasses and more small talk, you are starting to feel a little braver as the alcohol finally starts kicking in.

"Have you ever played truth or dare, Stevie?", you ask and he shakes his head, his cheeks now naturally red because of the alcohol.

"I think Marc has played it but I am not so sure...", he confesses with a slightly dragged voice.

"It's pretty simple... I say truth or dare and you chose. Got it?", you ask and Steven gets a bit closer to you and nods with a big smile.

"Truth or dare?"

"Hum... Truth.", he chooses and you think of something.

"Is it true that... You never got drunk before?", Steven giggles at your question making you laugh. His smile is so pretty... So so pretty.

"Busted!", he says with a dramatic voice, "Okay, my turn, honey cakes... Hum... Truth or dare?"

"Dare.", you immediately choose before finishing your glass of wine. Honey cakes... That's new.

"I dare you to...Try to lick your elbow."

You raise your eyebrows and burst out laughing at his insane dare. Steven puts down the glass of wine and supports his head on his hand while he waits for you to do it.

"Oh, God... You are serious.", you say and he nods with a determined look. You shake your head with a big grin and lift your arm.

You stare at your elbow and stuck out your tongue as far as possible. After a few moments of struggling and grunting, you give up, there's no way you can actually do it.

"I can'ttttt...", you whine with a defeated voice making Steven chuckle.

"You look ridiculous right now.", he jokes making you open your mouth and look at him with an exaggerated shocked face.

"Was this all a plan so you could see me embarrass myself?", you ask and gently push away his chest making Steven almost fall.

"Maybe... Hey, it was kind of Marc's idea, sorry.", he confesses with a guilty smile.

"Marc's idea... Okay, two can play this game. Marc.", you watch as Steven's eyes roll up suddenly, his whole body becoming stiffer with amazing quickness.

"Yes?", Marc´s voice replies.

"Truth or dare?", you say with a smirk making Marc come close to your face with a challenging look.

"Dare."

"Bad choice...I dare you to...", you get a bit closer and your smirk deepens, "Drink the rest of the bottle in one go.”

Marc´s gaze drops slightly to your lips as you speak and you can´t help but feel tingles running down your spine. He waits a bit before answering, his eyes just studying your face as if you were a piece of art.

“Okay.”, he simply replies before leaning back and grabbing the half-full bottle of wine.

“Somebody´s confident.”, you tease making Marc smirk and put the bottle against his lips.

“Watch and learn.”

Marc starts swallowing the liquid rapidly and you observe his Adam´s Apple bob up and down, a stream of wine running down his neck slightly making the whole scene kind of obscene... You shouldn´t be thinking these things and yet here you are.

As Marc is almost finished, you quickly place your hands on the sides of his torso and tickle him making Marc pull the bottle away from his mouth and spit the rest of the wine down his shirt.

You burst out laughing and lean back against the couch as Marc struggles to breathe, his shirt now wet because of your actions. You are sure that stained your couch but it was worth it just to see that shocked look on Marc´s face.

“Y-You... Why did you do that?”, he says making you laugh harder. You grab the bottle from his hand and take a sip, your eyes never leaving his.

“I think you spilled a little bit of wine down your shirt...”, you say with a cocky voice while you wipe the wine from your lips with the back of your hand. Marc looks at his shirt and up at you, his lips curled into a smirk.

“Ah-ah, hilarious...”, he replies making you giggle and compose your posture.

You put down the bottle of wine and look at him again, his chest sticking to the shirt making his skin appear underneath. Your drunk mind can´t help but wonder one thing and, without really thinking about it, you say:

“I dare you to take off your shirt.”

Silence.

The words come out of your mouth so quickly that you don´t really realize how insane they are... You just asked your neighbor to take off his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

“Alright, as you wish.”, he says cutting your line of thought.

Marc grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up to reveal his naked torso underneath. He tosses the wet material to the floor and tries to clean the wine from his chest.

You don´t say anything... Even if you wanted to, you literally can´t speak. Your heart is beating so fast and your mind is spinning. Every muscle in your body is begging you to get closer to him.

Focus. You have to focus.

But it´s hard to... Really fucking hard, especially because Marc is fucking shirtless in front of you.

Your eyes drift to his exposed skin and you notice he has multiple scars on his chest and what seems like gunshot wounds. You immediately lift your eyes in respect to him and try to calm down.

“Your turn. Truth or dare?”, he asks with a deep strained voice. You lick your lips and think of a choice.

“Truth.”

Marc inhales a bit and starts chewing on his inner cheek, his mind deep in thought as he tries to find something to say. The silence only makes your nerves get worse and you start to rub your fingers together.

“Is it true that you are nervous because I am shirtless?”, he asks making your cheeks color deeply. Marc laughs at your reaction and brushes his curly hair with his hand, “Thought so...”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever...”, you try to play it cool but it´s obvious you are quite flustered, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Are you dating anyone?”

You meet his eyes and wait for an answer, your body too drunk to care about anything.

“No. And you? Are you seeing somebody?”

“No.”, you quickly reply making Marc chuckle and smirk at you.

“Good...”, he whispers making you hold your breath, “I dare you to touch my chest.”

You slowly lift your hands and place them on his wet skin. You get a bit closer and start tracing his chest slowly, your fingers touching his scars as if you are studying them. Marc doesn´t move away or flinch so you continue doing so, your eyes fixed on his body as you do this.

“Do they hurt?”, you ask with a whisper.

“Not anymore... ”

You don´t ask further questions but your hands stay on his skin. Suddenly his whole body goes stiff again and you look up to see Marc struggling to control his body. You don´t know what is quite happening but soon you realize what is going on.

“Jake...”, you say and Jake looks down at you, his cocky smirk immediately telling you that he has control over the body.

“  ¿Verdad o atrevimiento?”, his fingers run up your arms slowly. You let a small breath escape your lips and get closer to him, your chests now pressing against each other.

“Truth”, you say and Jake´s hands stop at the hem of your blouse. He looks at your lips and then at your eyes.

“Is it true that...”, he sneaks his fingers inside of your blouse suddenly. You feel as he starts rubbing your skin, his hands going more and more up in a way that makes your core start throbbing, “You like being touched like this?”

“Like what?”, you ask, playing dumb. Jake puts his hands on your back and pushes you against him suddenly making you gasp and almost his forehead.

“I think you know how...”, he whispers and you can´t resist any longer.

You connect your lips hungrily and grab the back of his head. The kiss is messy and you are struggling to breathe but you do not care. You have dreamt of this moment, you have imagined it ever since you met them.

You can´t believe that you are finally tasting him, touching him, feeling him. You know Jake a little less than Marc and Steven but it´s alright, you trust him and you equally like him as you do them.

“I want you...”, you whisper between kisses making Jake groan and pull away. He grabs your blouse and lifts it off of your body making you gasp.

“I know you do, mi amor.”, he says with a cocky grin making you roll your eyes playfully.

Jake puts his hands on the straps of your bra and starts tracing them down your body, his attention completely on your chest. You don´t move an inch but you can feel your legs trembling as his digits stop at your back and he undoes the clasp of your bra.

Your breasts pour out immediately now that nothing is holding them, and you try your best not to cover them. Jake notices that you seem a bit nervous and he puts his finger on your chin making you look up.

“You are beautiful...”, he whispers making your stomach tingle and your cheeks heat up. He smiles an almost too innocent smile for him and connects his mouth to your neck.

Jake kisses and bites gently your skin, each kiss getting lower and lower. He reaches your collarbone and then bites it, it´s so gentle you feel nothing but pleasure running down your spine.

His hands find your shoulders and he pushes you down the couch, your whole body falling as if you weigh nothing to him. You look up at him and see him undoing his belt making you unbutton your jeans and pulling them down your legs until they are on the floor.

“How do you want it, mi amor?”, he asks with a smirk and you spread your thighs and put your hand on your panties, your eyes never leaving his.

“Suprise me...”, you challenge and Jake grabs your wrist and takes your hand away from your pulsing center.

“Tch-tch, no touching yourself... That´s my job.”, he says while he pins your wrist up.

You bite your lip and nod rapidly, your body basically begging for him. Jake´s hand finds your other wrist and he pins it up as well, both of your arms now secured under his grip. You simply breathe in and look down at his boxers, his erection is prominent and the size of it is making your heart beat faster.

“You like what you see, princesa?”, he asks with a cocky voice making you lick your lips and nod. Jake´s free hand pulls down his boxers and you widen your eyes as you see his cock sprung out of them, the tip is flushed red and leaking a bit.

It´s big... Really fucking big. Maybe way too big for somebody who hasn´t had sex in a while.

“Here...Feel it for a bit.”, he says and then starts rubbing the tip against your clothed clitoris making you moan and buck your hips.

He continues teasing you like this, each rub sending another wave of wetness out of your entrance. You fucking need him so badly, you want him to fuck you until you can´t think any longer. He is so close yet so fucking far.

“Jake...Please...”

“Please what?”

“More...Give me more.”, you beg and he chuckles before pulling away and grabbing the sides of your panties.

You feel as he pulls them to the side gently, his fingers collecting some of your wetness in a way that is driving you insane. Jake traces your folds and then stops at your entrance, his digits just agonizingly circling the area.

“Is this all for me, mi amor... Or for us?”, he asks and then you remember that Marc and Steven can also see and hear everything that´s going on. The thought is enough to make you whimper.

“B-Both options...Fuck, please.”, you beg again and he lets go of your wrists.

You don´t move them as Jake grabs your panties and then, with a quick gesture, rips them in half. You open your mouth in shock but quickly forget about it as Jake´s mouth connects to your clitoris. He was so fast about it that you don´t have time to register what is going on.

Instead, you moan and grab a fistful of his curls in reflex. Jake moans around your clit and starts circling his tongue, his hands now on your thighs as he spreads them apart.

“F-fuck... Oh my G-god...Y-Yes...”, he continues eating you out in a ravenous way and, when you are about to cum, he pulls away leaving you begging for more, “No...M-more.”

“Patience...”, that wasn´t Jake´s voice. Is that-

“Marc?”

You look down at Marc and nearly faint at the sight, his mouth is covered in your wetness and his cheeks are flushed. He seems to have switched with Jake when he was down there.

“Look at you... How much do you want my cock, baby? Tell me.”

“S-so badly... I want it now.”, you plead. Marc presses a kiss to your belly and then gets up.

Marc grabs his pants from the floor and takes out a condom from his back pocket. You force down a small smile as you realize he was actually planning on having sex with you tonight...

He opens the package and kneels on the couch again, his hands putting the condom around his flushed cock. When he is all done, Marc looks down at you and smirks, his eyes studying your body as if it is his job.

He grabs your hips and pulls you against him, making your center hit his thighs. You watch as he towers over you, his sweaty curls falling on his forehead and his eyes never leaving yours.

“Do you know for how long I have imagined this, Y/N?”, he whispers while his tip presses against your entrance, “Answer me.”

“F-fuck... N-No...”, you say as he starts going inside very slowly. You gasp as your walls try to strech around his cock. It´s hurting a bit but you are too needy for it to be actually painful.

“Every fucking day... I lay in bed thinking about you, I dream about you, I can´t stop thinking about you.”, he says with a groan as his whole shaft enters you. He lets his head fall a bit and he curses under his breath, “So fucking tight...Fuck.”

You moan his name softly and wrap your legs around his lower back, making him get deeper inside. The action makes Marc groan again and you grab his back for some sort of support. You just need to be close to him.

“Me too... I want you so badly. I have always wanted you.”, you confess and Marc lifts his head to look at you.

He seems... shocked? His eyes widen at your words, and you feel his heart beat faster than usual.

Is he surprised about this? You always thought it was obvious you had a massive crush on them.

“I am gonna fuck you so good...So good.”, and then he starts thrusting.

You arch your back and let out a pornographic moan escape your mouth as Marc starts fucking you at a quick pace. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure down your body, the sloppy sounds filling the room as he does this.

You just close your eyes and feel him...And it feels so fucking good. He is better than you could ever imagine. His thrusts are precise, his pace not too quick but not too gentle.

You can sense he is desperate for you. His cock is pulsing and you notice that he is starting to sweat. Your fingers grab onto his back muscles and you try to lift your hips to give him a better angle.

“F-fuck... You feel so good. So good for me.”, he praises with a strained voice. You moan and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Marc... Oh my god...”, you don´t know what else to say. You can´t really say anything but moan his name over and over again as he brings you closer to your climax.

Suddenly, Marc stops moving and you open your eyes to look at his face. You pull away from his neck and stare at him but what you see isn´t Marc any longer.

“Bloody hell, Marc is a bit closer than I predicted...”, Steven says as he stills his hips and looks at your face. You part your lips and, in a moment of pure ecstasy, connect your lips to him.

He kisses you back and you immediately realize that even their kisses are different. Steven is gentle and soft with his actions. He makes sure not to invade your mouth but, instead, go along with you.

You bite his lip softly and pull away before lifting your hips and begging him to move again. Steven moans and nods before thrusting his cock into you once again.

“R-right there...”, you praise and Steven continues gently moving. He isn´t fucking you as Marc did.

He seems to be taking his time to pleasure you to the max, his thrusts are precise but they aren´t as violent as Marc´s were. Nonetheless, both of them are giving you exactly what you need.

“Y-you are so beautiful...”, he moans, his forehead pressing against yours as he breathes into your mouth. You whine and dig your fingernails against his back making Steven hiss and push harder.

“I-I am gonna cum... Steven, please fuck me. P-please... I need it.”, you beg, too drunk to think about anything else but the tsunami of pleasure about to hit you.

“I am here... I am right here. Cum for me, darling. Do it.”, he encourages and that´s all it takes.

You arch your back and close your eyes, your heart beating faster than ever and your clitoris throbbing as your walls pulsate around his cock. Your body starts trembling so hard you swear it´s gonna give out but it doesn´t. Steven wouldn´t let it, he is still holding you there, giving you what you need to go through this.

You move your head and gasp for fresh air as your body finally starts calming down. Your chest is heaving, your skin is covered in sweat as you come back to life.

You stay there for a little bit, just gasping for air as Steven doesn´t move an inch. Did he cum? You can still feel his cock hard inside of you. Why didn´t he-

“Did you think I wouldn´t be the one finishing inside of you, mi amor?”, Jake says and you widen your eyes as he moves again.

Your body isn´t ready for it so you contract your muscles and feel tears form in your eyes as immense pleasure runs through you. It´s a strange sensation.

“J-jake, it´s too much... I-I don´t think I can cum again.”, you say with a breathless voice but he simply picks up his rhythm.

“You can, princesa... Be a good girl for me, will you?”, he asks and you nod and try to focus on cumming again.

Jake speeds up and sneaks a hand down your body, his fingers tracing your sweaty skin until he finds your abused clit. He begins rubbing it and you scream at the stimulation. It´s like you are drowning in pleasure and there´s only one way of escaping it.

“Oh, God...Oh, God... I-I think... F-fuck.”, your eyes start tearing up and you close them, your face flushed red with blood.

“Do it. Cum for me.”, he orders and you let it overtake you.

You throw your head against the couch and let a long and loud moan escape your throat. It´s something you have never heard before but you couldn´t really control it. Jake continues fucking you through it and then you feel his cock pulsate inside of you as well.

He moans your name against your ear and stops moving, his breath hot against your neck as you fight your way out of your second orgasm.

The feeling is way more intense than anything you have ever felt before. You have never experienced something like this and it´s insane how you aren´t dead right now.

After what feels like ages, you open your eyes and let your arms and legs fall.

“A-are you okay?”, Marc asks after taking control of the body and you nod slowly.

“J-just a bit overwhelmed.”, you whisper between breaths. Marc presses multiple kisses on your cheeks and then pulls away from inside of you.

You just groan and clean the sweat off of your forehead as you hear him pour wine into a glass. He takes a long sip and looks down at you, his chest also heaving because of how tired he is.

“Need a drink?”, he asks and you nod, your arm stretching so you grab the glass from his hand.

You lift your body and drink the rest of the wine, the fresh liquid making you feel a little bit better. You put down the glass and stare at him.

“Marc...”

“Yeah?”

You lean against him and press a long kiss against his lips. Marc kisses you back and holds the back of your hair. It´s crazy how your lips seem to fit into each other perfectly.

Marc is the one to pull away, his lips curled into a smile as he holds you gently.

“I think I love you...”

Your heart skips a beat and you let out a relieved laugh at his words. Fuck, is this really happening?

“I think I love you too... All of you.”

And it was true... So fucking true.

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Do you think that each moon boys have different ways of eating out the reader and similar kinks?

Ohhhh definitely! Here's what I think

(18+ content)

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Marc

- He definitely enjoys teasing you a bit with small kisses on your thighs and soft licks on your clit

- Marc is normally very hungry for you so he doesn't take too much time teasing you

- I think he loves to finger you while sucking on your clit

- If you have pissed him off or made him jealous, Marc will either be suppppperrrr slow with his tongue (until you are basically begging for him to give you more) or he will devour you without any mercy

- He LOVES when you pull his hair and thrust your hips against him

- Marc usually focuses on your clit but he also likes to lick and fuck your entrance with his tongue

- After you cum, he licks his lips and compliments you with nicknames such as "Good girl" and things along these lines

Steven

  - He is super gentle with you

- Steven loves to eat you out!! He adores the way you moan his name when he is licking your clit

- He usually stretches you a bit with his fingers while pressing small kisses on your folds and clit

- Steven fucking loves when you force his head down to the point where he can't breathe properly

- He likes to take his time with you (he moves his tongue across your folds a lot making you arch your back)

- After you cum, Steven kisses your inner thighs and belly until you pull him up to kiss him

Jake

- This man has no mercy. He simply doesn't.

- He loves to overstimulate you by continuing to lick your clit even after you have orgasmed

- If he is angry, he will tease you by blowing hot and cold breaths against your clit

- His goal is to make you cum at least two times around his mouth

- Jake fucking loves to fuck you with his fingers and tongue, he loves the way you open your mouth and moan his name

- While he is eating you out, Jake usually moans making you see whine

- He doesn't let you move a lot so he pins your waist and thighs down until he feels like letting you go

- If you don't cry from pleasure, then he won't stop until you do

- After he is done, Jake usually licks you clean and then kisses you so you can taste yourself on his lips

In terms of kinks:

- I think Jake and Marc are both very dominant in the bedroom... Although Jake is much more than Marc

-Both Marc and Steven love hair pulling

- Jake loves overstimulation and Marc is also a bit into it

- Steven has a bit of a mommy kink but neither Jake nor Marc have it

[moonlight-presence]

Guess who is backkkkkkkkkk!!!

I am finally done with all the college bullshit so it's time to start writing again!

I will start working on your requests today :) so glad to be back.

[moonlight-presence]

HII!! LOVE your fic featuring Jake (and the one with marc and steven being jealous of jake). Can you make more fics with Jake? Maybe the three of them taking turns? I feel like most fics are about Marc. really hard to find Jake ones that I like, yours is one of my favs!

Taking Turns 

(Jake, Marc and Steven X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationships: Jake Lockley X Reader, Marc Spector X Reader, Steven Grant X Reader

Words: 3 567

Summary: Jake, Marc and Steven take turns having sex with you. 

Warnings: Doggystyle, Oral Sex, Ice play, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Dom Jake and Marc, Sub Steven, Masturbation, Aftercare

Translation for the Spanish words: “princesa”: princess; “mi amor”: my love; “mi vida”: my life, “mierda”: shit, “te amo”: I love you

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You look up at the full moon above the sea, the white shine illuminating the beach you were on. It was around 10 pm, nobody was around, and the only sound audible was the waves and the crickets on the vegetation that surrounded the beach.

It was so beautiful and peaceful, you were still shocked that this had been Jake's idea. He usually wasn't a very beach date type of guy... You still loved him dearly of course and, despite this being a rare occasion, you were cherishing the moment.

Jake wrapped his arms around your shoulders- you were only wearing your colorful bikini and a robe around your body- and pulled you closer to his chest. He was warm, just the right amount temperature for that summer night.

"Are you enjoying the view, mi vida?", he asks as his hands rub your shoulders. You nod and move closer to him.

You were laying on top of a big oval towel and a bottle of wine was placed on a bucket of ice next to you. The bottle was almost finished and the ice was melting at a rather quick pace but it still remained quite cold.

"Yes... It's beautiful, my love.", you said and lifted your chin to give him a sweet kiss.

Jake returned the kiss but with that familiar passion so characteristic of him. You simply let yourself be guided by his tongue as he tasted every inch of you. He always knew how to kiss you just right.

"Jake...I want you.", you confessed as you felt your body heat up by his actions. You never had sex on the beach and you always wanted to try it so you suggested the idea to your boyfriend.

"I want you too, mi amor... But....", he said with a slight smirk. He cupped your jaw and you frowned.

"But?"

"Well... Marc, Steven and I have been talking and we...How do I put this, princesa...We came up with an idea.", you could hear the smugness in his voice and that always meant trouble.

"What idea?", you asked with anticipation. Jake's smirk deepened and his fingers moved to the hem of your robe.

"Well, we discussed many things, mi amor...", he whispered as he began sliding off the robe down your shoulder. He placed his lips on the skin and started applying kisses, "We talked about us sharing you."

'W-what?", you asked with a sigh as Jake's lips worked their magic on your collarbone. You lifted your head and enjoyed the sensation.

"You want me, right?", you managed a quick nod and Jake took off the robe from your other shoulder, "But you also want Marc... And Steven."

"I g-guess... Don't stop.", you said with urgency as Jake licked and kissed your collarbone and moved to your cleavage.

"So we thought of a solution, mi vida... All you gotta do is just lay here,", he patted the towel, "Stay pretty, moan for us and take it like the good girl you are. How do you feel about that, princesa?"

His dirty words nearly made you orgasm right there but you stayed still and tried to focus. You looked at him with hunger and Jake didn't even need to hear your thoughts.

Without wasting any more time, Jake pushed you down and started trailing kisses from your ribcage to your belly. His hands quickly found the strap of your bikini top and he removed it with ease.

You slid off the material from your breasts and threw it to the side making Jake immediately cup your boobs and massage them.

"Steven wants to go first, princesa. You good with that?", he said while kneeling between your thighs and massaging your breasts. His fingers were like fire against your skin and you couldn't help but moan his name.

"Y-yes... Oh my God.", you said and Jake placed one last kiss on your chest before rolling his eyes.

You felt his hands stilling and soon that so familiar gentleness was back. You looked at Steven and smirked at him, the action making him blush immediately.

"You look so marvelous right now, darling...Can't wait to taste you.", he said with pink cheeks.

"Then do it, darling, I am all yours.", you whispered as you parted your thighs revealing the soaked bikini bottom.

Steven licked his lips and whispered a curse before moving his fingers to your sex. He started slowly rubbing your clothed clit making you buck your hips and moan his name.

"F-fuck... I want you so badly, Steven. I want to feel that pretty little mouth of yours on my cunt. Think you can do that for me, darling?"

Steven nearly fainted at your dirty words, his cock was now begging to be released from his swim shorts and you looked at it. He always had such a beautiful body... So pretty.

"Bloody hell, you are gonna murder me someday, ya know?", he said with a slight chuckle which made you giggle.

His fingers found the knots of your bikini bottoms and he slowly started pulling the strings until they were free. You could feel your whole body burning with anticipation as Steven slowly took your bikini off of your body.

The warm air of the beach hit your soaked core and that alone was enough to make you moan. You threw your head against the towel and enjoyed as Steven massaged your inner thighs. He was always so gentle with his actions, so careful not to hurt you.

"I can´t believe they let me go first... I am gonna make you feel so bloody good, darling.”, he said while moving his fingers to your clit, slowly.

Steven started circling it with slow and big motions, making you moan his name and fist the towel below you. You stared at the stars in the night sky and let yourself drown in them. The mixture between pleasure and the shine of the full moon was such an out-of-this-world combination.

Steven let out shaky breaths as he looked at you, your back slightly arched and your entrance leaking in front of his eyes. He slowly brought his fingers down your folds, his digits caressing and spreading them with expertise.

You squinted your eyes at the immense sensation as Steven circled your entrance. He made sure you were basically shaking for him until he finally began inserting one finger. You felt that burning feeling inside of you but soon that was replaced with pleasure as he arched his fingers up and hit your special spot almost immediately.

“T-there... Fuck, just like that. Steven...”, you moaned and he did it again and again, your clitoris bumping up with every stroke.

“Does that feel good, darling?”, he asked and you bit your lip and looked at him.

“Y-yes...More.”, you begged and he smiled before inserting another finger inside of you. You let yourself strech around the new intruder, that feeling of fullness was always so fucking good.

After you were all settled in, Steven began thrusting his fingers up. You let out shaky moans and small whimpers as little by little your orgasm began building on your lower stomach.

Your heart was beating really fast, your body was now covered in sweat and all you could do was take it as Steven made you reach your orgasm. He began fastening his pace, the sloppy sounds from his actions making the whole scenery obscene.

“You look so beautiful like this... Oh Christ.”, he murmured as he watched you part your lips and let out a high-pitched moan.

“S-steven, I am almost there... Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, you repeated as he worked his magic faster and faster.

Steven lowered his head between your shaky thighs, his warm mouth hovering over your throbbing clitoris making you see stars- well you were already seeing stars but these weren´t real.

His lips parted and then he connected them to your clitoris, his tongue immediately circling your bud. The new addition was all it took for you to begin shaking.

You arched your back, your walls tightening and pulsing around his fingers as your clitoris began throbbing around his lips. You let out loud moans, most of them being curses and Steven´s name, as he worked you through your orgasm.

It felt like ages until you felt yourself come back to reality, your body now calming down as your orgasm slipped away from you. You looked at Steven with teary eyes, your lungs heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

He simply smiled at you and removed his fingers from inside of you, the action making you whimper at the sensation. He brought his digits to his mouth and you watched as he licked them clean.

“Fuck... Come here.”, you asked and Steven did so. You immediately kissed him passionately, his tongue tasted of you.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and began trying to take it off as he sat between your legs. Steven broke the kiss and took off his shirt, revealing his chest. You noticed he was also covered in sweat and his cock was now basically fully hard against his swim shorts.

“You want me to make you feel good, baby?”, you asked but Steven cupped your jaw and looked at you.

“I am afraid that my time is up, darling... Marc is already nagging me about his turn... Hope you enjoyed that.”, he whispered and you nodded and gave him one last kiss.

“I really did... Next time I will make you feel good as well, Steven, I promise.”, you stated and he blushed before his eyes rolled back.

His body became way stiffer, his expression hardening as Marc took control. He looked at you with a dangerous smirk, his hands moving straight to your waist as he pushed you down again.

“Fucking finally, thought he would never let me take control... Are you ready for me, baby?”, Marc´s deep voice always sent shivers down your spine but something about his eagerness made you start getting aroused again.

“Fuck yeah. I want you to fuck me so good, baby. Can you do that for me?”, you asked with a seductive voice. Marc´s smirk deepened and then you felt him grab your waist again.

In one quick motion, you were on your hands and knees, your ass up as he massaged your back. You simply looked back and watched as Marc pulled down his swim shorts to reveal his leaking and flushed cock. You moaned at the sight and arched your back to give him a better view.

“Fuck... Steven made you cum real good, didn't he?”

“Y-yes, baby, real good.”, you said with a moan. Marc started sliding his shaft between your wet folds, his mouth leaving soft groans at the action.

“I am gonna make you feel better.”, and then he pushed himself inside of you.

You opened your mouth and closed your eyes as you felt his cock completely stretch you, even wider than Steven's fingers had done. You let your forehead fall on the ground as he positioned himself inside of you.

It was absolutely animalistic, you had never felt so exposed before but something about that drove you crazy. You could smell the ocean, hear the crickets, and feel the soft breeze brush your sweaty body- it felt so raw, like you had traveled to pre-historical times, if that makes any sense.

"Fuck, baby, you are so tight... Thought Steven had stretched you wide enough for my cock but apparently he didn't.", the cockiness in his voice alongside his slow thrusts made you whimper his name.

Marc simply chuckled and swallowed a groan as he held your hips and fucked you faster. You began to hear the sound of skin slapping as he dug his fingers into your skin.

He was always so rough with you, so possessive... Fuck, you loved how different they all were.

"F-fuck... Oh my God...", you moaned against the towel as you felt him push all of his shaft inside.

Marc groaned deeply, the sound causing shivers to run down your spine, and then he pulled himself completely from you. You whined and then he pushed himself inside again, that burning stretch making you fist the towel with more force.

He began guiding your hips with him, your thighs shaking as you struggled to keep them up. You turned your neck and tried to breathe in some air as your lungs begged for some oxygen. You were having trouble functioning as Marc desperately tried to make you cum again.

You could feel he was close as well, his cock was already twitching inside of your walls. It felt so hard and every time his head hit your g-spot you moaned loudly, your throat hurting from this.

"B-baby, I am gonna... Oh, God... I think I am gonna cum. Marc... Marc....", you said with a drunk mind. He moaned and started going at an insane pace.

"Fucking do it... Shit, I am gonna cum too. Take it, fucking take my cum inside of you.", he groaned with filthy words.

You closed your eyes and then your thighs began shaking. It felt way more intense now, like your body wasn't supposed to cum this strong again but you did it nonetheless.

You opened your mouth but no sounds came out as your whole body convulsed around him. Marc's cock started twitching too, his cum filling you up as he chased his pleasure.

"Take it... Fuck.", he managed to say as you whimpered at the stimulation.

He stilled inside of you and fell on your back, his weight making you collapse on the sand. You opened your eyes and gasped for air- apparently, you had forgotten how to breathe, somehow.

Marc's hot breath hit your neck as he started calming down too. His whole chest was sticky and hot but you didn't mind, he smelled of sex and everything good in the world.

You felt him kiss your neck and then move to your cheeks. You looked at him through the corner of your eyes and smiled.

"You were so good, baby... So good for me. Fuck.", he whispered while pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

You hummed in enjoyment and then groaned as he pulled himself off of your leaking entrance. He rolled to the side, on his back, and stared at the night sky.

Just as you were about to relax, Marc spoke again.

"It's Jake's turn now, baby. Be good for him, will you? I love you.", you widened your eyes at his words. You had completely forgotten Jake was still missing his turn.

"W-what? Marc-"

"Marc is gone, princesa... It's my turn now.", Jake said making you snap your head at him. He was already on his knees beside you.

"Jake, I am so fucking tired right now, baby...I don't think I can cum again.", you confessed and Jake simply grabbed the bucket of ice and took out one ice cube from inside.

"Let's see about that, princesa... Stay still and don't you dare move."

Before you could speak, Jake placed one ice cube against your stomach making you hiss at the cold. The contrast felt very intense but at the same time, you kind of liked it... It was like he was trying to fuck with your senses.

You let out a gasp as he parted your thighs again and placed himself between them. You watched as Jake trailed the ice cube all the way up until he found your breasts.

He circled your breast and then pressed the cold cube against your nipple making it harden. The sensation made you arch your back and whine as pleasure began running through you again.

"You like that, mi amor?", he asked as he moved the ice to the other nipple. You bit your lip and nodded, your glossy eyes staring at him as he circled the cube on your nipple.

Jake smirked and then lowered himself before putting his warm mouth on your other nipple. You moaned his name and fisted his curls as cold and hot invaded your body.

It was unreal, it was strange and you couldn't quite comprehend what was happening but it felt really fucking good. You parted your legs wider and started rubbing your wet core on his crotch.

"Stay still, princesa, or we are gonna have problems... You hear me?", he said as he stopped licking your nipple and looked at you.

"Y-yes, sir.", you said and he smirked before moving to your other nipple, the ice alternating as well.

He continued doing this for quite some time until you began feeling your orgasm approach you again. Just as you were about to cum Jake stopped and gave you one last kiss.

He moved down, his head now lining itself with your clitoris. You looked at him with anticipation and waited for his next actions.

"Mierda, you look so fucking pretty... Look at this pretty little cunt begging to be tasted.", he whispered as he licked his lips.

"Y-yes, sir... Please.", you begged, making Jake curse in Spanish under his breath.

He grabbed the ice that melted on your ribcage and placed it inside of his mouth. You arched an eyebrow and then gasped as he connected his lips to your clit.

You began feeling warmth and coldness against your sex. It hurt but it also felt good and your body was as confused as you were. You wanted to cum, you were about to, but the coldness of the ice made it hard for you to.

Soon, the ice melted inside of his mouth as he flickered his tongue on your clit. You fisted his hair again, your back arching as he devoured you. It felt really different than what Steven had done to you. This was so much rougher and you loved it.

"Oh, God... Oh fucking God.", you said with closed eyes as he sucked harder. You could feel your entire body about to explode.

You barely had any energy to cum, you weren't sure if you could, but soon your body was starting to shake again.

But...

It was something different.

"S-something is happening... J-jake, oh my God.", you screamed in pleasure as a new wave of pleasure run through you.

"Cum for me. Come on, princesa, do it. Fucking do it.", he encouraged with a commanding voice against your clit.

He sucked harder and harder until you arched your back and let out high-pitched moans. In a way, you sounded like a bad pornstar but you didn't care.

Your mind turned blank as your hearing stopped. You were sure you were going to die as pleasure overtook you completely. Jake continued licking and encouraging you with words you barely heard.

You were drowning in a sea of stars. Floating in an ocean of pleasure and madness controlled by Jake. You had never felt so alive before.

After a few minutes, you came to the surface again. You opened your eyes and gasped for air with a loud sound. Your heart was beating faster than ever, your nerves shaking violently and your eyes leaking with tears.

Jake stopped licking you, his torso lifting as he stroked himself. You couldn't even look at him but you tried your best.

You observed as he stroked himself until he came, his seed landing on your stomach like you were a blank canvas.

"F-fuck...Mierda...", he cursed with loud moans as his orgasm came to him for the second time that night.

You simply whimpered and let your legs fall down, your muscles ached from forcing them to be open.

Jake caught his breath and let himself lay next to you, his chest heaving as he cleaned the sweat off of his forehead.

"Are you okay, mi amor?", he asked as you tried to return to normal.

"I-I think so... What happened?"

"You squirted all over me, mi amor.", he said with smugness making your cheeks blush. You had never done that before but now all you wanted was to feel that again.

"Shit... I am really tired.", you confessed and Jake grabbed the robe and covered your naked body.

"Sleep, mi amor. I will wake you when it's time to go.", he kissed your cheek and removed your hair from your forehead, "Te amo."

"I love you, too... All of you.", you said so Marc and Steven could hear it as well. Jake smiled gently, he rarely did, and you closed your eyes.

You let sleep come to you and soon you were floating in that sea of stars again with nothing but peace surrounding you.

[moonlight-presence]

I am currently working on a Marc, Steven and Jake fanfic... 👀👀👀👀👀 Idk when it's gonna come out, though.

Butttt it shouldn't take too long eheheheh. Kisses everyone 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

[moonlight-presence]

Could I request some Dom! Mr Knight? 👉🏻👈🏻🥹 I just got a kink for some Steven in his Mr Knight costume

One condition 

(Steven Grant X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Moon Knight (2022)

Relationship: Steven Grant X Reader

Words: 2 356

Summary: You ask Steven if he can be a little more dominant in the bedroom... He agrees on one condition.

Warnings: Dom Mr.Knight, Dom Steven Grant, Suit kink, Choking, Missionary, A bit of teasing, Dirty talk, Basically Steven trying really hard to be dominant, Jake and Marc and mentioned 

Translation for the Spanish word: de nada: you are welcome

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You felt Steven put his hand on your lower back, his soft fingers digging gently on your skin. You moaned into the kiss and grabbed the back of his head, your fingers tangling with his curls.

You were sitting on his lap, your breasts covered by a bra and just a pair of panties hiding your intimate parts. Steven was wearing nothing but his boxers, his cock struggling to be held within the fabric.

You had been kissing for about half an hour now, you weren't so sure of the time, actually. You were getting desperate and you knew his cock was probably leaking below you but you wanted to savor this moment.

You just loved to kiss Steven, he was always so gentle and sweet... Always so nice. Maybe too nice sometimes.

You loved him and you didn't want to complain about anything but... You sometimes dreamt of him just dominating you until you were screaming his name.

You massaged his curls and gently rubbed your clothed core against his erection making Steven break the sloppy kiss.

"Bloody hell, darling... You trynna kill me?", he asked with a gentle smile. You bit your lip and pressed your forehead against his, your lips flushed from the kiss.

"Steven...", you whispered and he gives you another peck and rubs your back.

"Yes?", he asks making your heart quicken. You are so afraid of asking him what you want but you gain some courage.

"Baby, I wanna ask you something.", you pull away a bit and look at his face, your hands resting behind his head.

"You alright, love?", he asks while looking at you with worry. You nod immediately and then feel your cheeks heating up.

"Hum...Okay, so I was thinking that... I am not sure if you are gonna like this or not but... Fuck, listen."

"Darling, you are scaring me. What is it?", he asks again, urgency in his voice. You sigh and close your eyes before telling him.

"I want you to be dominant... Hum, while we do it."

You don't dare open your eyes as you wait for Steven to say something. You are sure you fucked everything up... Steven is not the dominant type, he has never been, that's more of Marc's territory, or Jake's.

Your relationship with Steven was him being submissive and you being the dominant one. You didn't mind this at all, you also loved to see him whimper and beg for you... You loved it a lot actually.

This had been a stupid idea. A real fucking-

"Open your eyes, darling.", he finally says making you look at him. He has a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

"Hum... I have never hum... Dominated anyone before.", he says with a blush. You can't help but smile a bit at his awkwardness.

"I know, darling, this was a stupid idea... Forget I said something."

"Hey, no, none of that nonsense, darling.", he cups your face and gives you another kiss, "It wasn't a stupid idea... I..Hum... I think I wanna do it."

"You do?!", you ask with surprise and happiness. Steven nods and looks away from you, his hands trembling a bit. What is he gonna say?

"But I want to...I want to wear my suit while we do it.", he finally spits it out making you widen your eyes.

Your lips curl into a gigantic smirk and you bring his body closer to yours, your hips shifting on top of him.

"Now we talking...Come here.", you whisper seductively before kissing him harshly.

Steven moans into your mouth and grabs the back of your thighs. You feel your body being lifted with his and soon he is carrying you to the bed.

He gently places you on the mattress and you look at him with hungry eyes.

"Hum... I have never done this before so apologies if I am rubbish at it.", he justifies with an awkward smile making you laugh.

"Relax, Steven, I am here for you, okay? Now suit up and show me what you got, Mr.Knight.", the name just slips into your mind and you decide to say it.

"Mr.Knight, uh? I like it, it has a nice ring to it...", he says before smirking and removing his boxers from his body.

You look at his flushed member and then you see his eyes turning white, your body shivering with anticipation as his white suit starts forming around his body.

"Fuck... You look so good.", you say and then take off your bra. You watch as Steven grabs his jacket and takes it off of his body.

He rolls up his sleeves and puts his hands in his pockets, the whole image making your clitoris throb. You never realized how fucking hot he looked in that suit... So perfect.

"Like what you see?", Steven asks with an attempt at being sensual. You look him up and down and nod rapidly.

"Fuck yes... I want you to fuck me, Mr. Knight. Fuck me like you mean it.", you beg with a cocky voice making Steven curse under his mask.

"Oh, I plan to...", he is getting better at this whole dirty talk thing and you begin to suspect that Marc or Jake are helping him out.

Steven grabs your thighs and spreads them open making your wetness rub against your panties. You watch as his gloved fingers trace down your body and grab the hem of your underwear.

Instead of taking them off gently, Steven rips the material open making you gasp. You look at him and moan, your body shivering from the sudden exposure.

"So bloody wet for me...", Steven murmurs before tracing your belly and going up to your breasts.

He fondles them for a bit and you arch your back, your heart quickening as your entrance leaks some more. You want him really desperately, his touch is enough to drive you wild.

Steven goes up to your neck and then presses one finger to your mouth. You arch an eyebrow in confusion and he looks at you.

"Be a good girl and take off my glove, will ya?", his accent is thick now as his voice gets deeper. You nod and put your teeth on the edge of his fingers, just enough to bite the glove.

You never break eye contact as you pull the glove, the white material coming off with no effort. You know this is driving Steven wild by the way his other hand digs into your waist.

You spit out the glove to your side and then wipe the saliva from your lips. You smirk at him and Steven simply travels his naked fingers down your torso until he reaches your clitoris.

"I am going to fuck you so good tonight... You have ever been fucked by a man in a suit?", he asks with small rubs that are driving you insane.

"Can't say that I have... Shit..."

"Well, tonight is your lucky day.", he says with a newfound cockiness. You are starting to enjoy this version of Steven.

He continues rubbing your clit, his pace is now more rapid. You arch your back from the bed and, without realizing it, grab his wrist as he pleasures you.

Steven just chuckles at the action and rubs your clit with more speed, his thumb getting wetter with your arousal.

"Does this feel good, darling?", he asks with a softer voice.

"Hum hum...Real good.", you whisper under your breath as you look at his glowing eyes again.

You can't help but glance at the veins that run down his exposed arm. Something about the suit and those fucking hands of his makes you whimper. You actually can't believe you are dating Steven...

Steven quickens his pace, your eyes fluttering a bit shut as you feel your orgasm approaching you. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, probably staining the sheets, but you are too far gone to give a fuck.

"Fuck... I am close...", you warn and Steven gives you one last rub before pulling away his finger.

You groan a bit but immediately focus on how he kneels in front of you, his hands going to his belt as he lowers his pants down his legs.

Once again, you are met with his throbbing erection. Steven wraps his hand around it while his other hand massages your inner thighs.

"How much do you want me?"

"So fucking much... Give it to me. Please, sir.", the nickname seems to make him tense up and you smirk a bit. Steven is full of little secrets after all.

"You look so gorgeous when you beg... Bloody hell...", he curses before lowering himself on you.

You feel the head of his cock lining your entrance and you try your best to stay still. You really want him to fuck you already but you still want to give him the power. After all, you asked for this.

"Sir, please fuck me. Please, I want your cock.", you beg like you do when Marc or Jake teases you.

"Never knew you had such a foul mouth, darling...", Steven says with a cocky attitude. You blush slightly and then moan as he slowly pushes the tip of his dick inside of you.

The sweet feeling of being stretched by him is unmatched. You feel like you are on cloud 9, your whole body burning up as his entire shaft enters you. Steven curses and you look at his masked face, your hands going to his white vest for some form of support.

"So tight... Fuck...", Steven whispers with a groan. You hum in agreement and then feel his balls hit your ass as he begins thrusting.

You grab onto his vest with more force as Steven fucks you at a harsh pace. You did not know he had it in him... But apparently, he does.

"You like this? Tell me how much you like to be fucked by me.", Steven says between thrusts.

"Fuck, feels so good, sir. Give it to me... Oh my God...", you moan as he hits your g-spot.

Steven chuckles at your reaction and aims for that place again, his glowing eyes making it seem like you were fucking a God. Fuck, he does look good in this suit.

You wrap your legs around his waist and try to match his pace but he simply helds your waist down and fucks you into the bed.

You can't do anything but hold onto him and feel his cock abusing your insides. Your mouth is leaving soft whimpers and moans, your breasts filling with sweat and your heart quickening inside of your chest. It's madness.

"Fuck, fuck... Choke me.", you ask and Steven doesn't say anything before moving one hand to your throat.

He begins applying some pressure, in the correct way you realize, and your head feels like it's gonna explode. You breathe harshly through your nose as he fucks you like you are simply a sex doll.

It's heaven on earth.

"You like that? You fucking like being used like this?", he says with hunger. You whimper and nod as he presses harder your neck.

You can feel your orgasm nearly approaching you, your clitoris is throbbing violently with the warning of it.

Steven is close too, you know this because his thrusts are getting quicker.

"I am gonna cum... F-fuck...", you say with a soft whisper as oxygen slips away from you. Steven notices you are struggling and loosens up the grip, despite everything, he still doesn't wanna hurt you.

"You gonna cum? Yeah?", he insists making you go mad. You nod and he lowers his mouth towards your ear, his masked face brushing against yours, "Cum for me."

The whisper is enough to make your body begin to unravel. You arch your back as high as you can as Steven rides away your orgasm.

"Fuck me harder... S-sir, please. Fuck me, fuck me.", you repeat through your high. Steven does comply and soon enough he is orgasming inside of you as well.

He moans your name and then almost falls on top of you. You feel him take a few breaths and then pull himself off of you.

You open your eyes and stare the ceiling, your mind too drunk to focus on anything else. You can still feel your clitoris throbbing occasionally. Your body smells of sweat and sex.

You hear Steven's suit slowly starting to disappear and soon he is also naked next to you. You look at his sweet face and notice that he is blushing a bit, his curls covered in sweat above his forehead.

"W-was that good?", his shyness is back and you giggle slighly. You move towards him and nod before rolling onto your belly.

You bring your fingers to his forehead and start brushing away his hair. He melts into your hold and then glances at your neck.

"Shit, are those bruises?", he asks with a worried voice. You smile at him and shake your head.

"Darling, it's normal don't worry... You didn't do anything I didn't want you to. I am fine.", you say calming him down. He nods with uncertainty and then pulls you in.

"Jake kept telling me what to say to you...He wouldn't shut up actually.", Steven confesses making you laugh.

"Oh my God... Well, it worked so thanks, Jake.", you say with humour.

"He says "de nada"... Do you know Spanish because I have no idea what that means.", you shake your head with a big smile on your lips and then kiss his chest.

"Sometimes you can be so fucking funny, Steven... Get some rest, darling, you need it. You did so good tonight.", you praise him and Steven grins before shutting his eyes.

You continue massaging his chest as his breathing becomes less intense. Soon enough he is fast asleep and you follow him shortly after.

You hope that Mr.Knight will make another appearance in the future...

[moonlight-presence]

could you do pietro maximoff smut? i just don’t see him get enough love..maybe him being jealous because someone (could be anyone) be is being too touchy?

Better than her

(Pietro Maximoff X Reader)

Category: F/M

Fandom: Marvel- Pietro Maximoff

Relationship: Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Words: 3 041 

Summary: Pietro gets jealous of a waitress who is being too fond of you, so he decides to prove he can please you better than she ever could.

Warnings: Dom Pietro Maximoff, Jealousy, Blowjob, Doggystyle, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Crying, Use of the word slut, Hair pulling, Dirty talk, Pietro has a big dick

Translation for the Russian word:  cолнышко: little sun. 

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

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You stare at Pietro, his burning eyes looking straight at you with hardness. You drink the last sip of the red wine both of you ordered, and shift your gaze to meet the waitress at your side.

She has curly brown hair, near to her scalp, and almond eyes. She tilts her head at you, a big smile on her plump lips, as she hands you the bill. Pietro watches her actions with amazing precision. You already know what´s happening inside of his head but you play along nonetheless.

"Did you enjoy your food, ma´am?", she asks, her voice dripping with shameless seduction. You grab the bill and hand it over to Pietro, your eyes never leaving the waitress´ face.

"It was really good, yeah.", you reply as Pietro takes out his credit card and gestures for the waitress to take it. The dark-shinned woman doesn't seem to notice so you signal towards your boyfriend for her to notice.

"You gonna take my payment or what?", he says with a thick Russian accent. You snap your head towards him and widen your eyes but Pietro doesn´t seem to care as the waitress grabs his credit card with an annoyed expression.

She waits for Pietro to pay and then takes out the receipt and hands it to you, that big smile back on her lips. You glance at Pietro who is already getting up and then look at the woman again.

"Thank you so much for everything.", you say with sweet words as you get up. She follows you with her eyes.

"You are quite welcome...", she whispers and then places her hand on your shoulder gently. You see Pietro tensing up, his whole body feeling like a brick as the waitress hands you a piece of paper, "I would love to have coffee with you sometime... Have a nice night."

She slips her phone number into your pocket and gives you one last smile before turning around and leaving. You part your lips at the bold action and look at Pietro.

Oh boy...

"Pietro, I-"

"Save it.", he cuts you off, his hands already grabbing your body gently. You sigh and wait for him to lift you quickly, the whole restaurant doesn't have time to notice this as he starts running towards your house.

You are used to his powers but it´s still very strange so see everything in slow motion as he sprints through the city. His grip on your thighs is a bit rough but you don´t say anything.

He takes a turn and, before you realize it, you are already home in your living room. He puts you down and walks towards the kitchen in complete silence. He usually isn't this quiet and you already know that he is aching to say something.

You follow him as Pietro takes one bottle of beer from the fridge and opens it with ease. His silver hair is slightly messy from the run so he fixes it with his hand, his eyes facing the counter.

"Are we gonna talk about this or?", you ask as he takes a sip from the alcoholic drink. You are now standing next to him but he isn't looking at you like he usually does.

"There´s nothing to talk about, Y/N.", he simply states with another sip. You groan in frustration and move closer to him.

"Bullshit. Pietro, look at me...", you ask and he, surprisingly, does. You can see jealousy behind his eyes and you can´t help but feel a little bit bad about leading on the waitress... But you did love it when he was jealous.

"Are you mad at me?", you ask and he chuckles slightly but there´s no amusement behind his action.

"I don´t know, should I be?". You know he is playing games with you... Fuck.

"Oh my God, are you gonna give me a straight answer or what?!", your voice comes out a bit rougher and Pietro puts down the bottle.

"Perhaps that waitress will give you all the answers you want, uh? Why don´t you fucking dial her number and go meet her for coffee?", he asks with sarcasm. You feel your face heat up with both anger and shame.

You take out the piece of paper with her phone number from your pocket, and then rip it to pieces in front of him. He watches this but doesn´t say anything.

"I don´t give a fuck about her, alright? I am not dating her, I am dating you.", you state as you throw the pieces of paper to the floor.

"Really? Is that why you were giving her "fuck me" eyes back at the restaurant, cолнышко?", the sudden Russian nickname sends shivers down your spine but you shake them off.

"I wasn´t giving her any "fuck me" eyes, Pietro! She means nothing to me. She is nothing to me!", you scream with annoyance.

"I don´t believe you. I saw the way she was looking at you... The way she fucking touched your shoulder.", his hands move to the place where you had been touched by the woman. His hands were warm against your bare skin.

"Pietro-"

"I bet she could fuck you real good, uh? I bet she could make you scream her name, right?", he begins saying with anger, his hands moving down his body.

"N-No... That´s not true, baby.", you say with a whisper. You feel him pull you towards him, your chest hitting his with harshness.

"No? Prove it. Show me how much you want me.", you look into his eyes and feel his grip on your lower back. His body's heat is burning against yours making the whole situation ten times more intense.

You can feel his cock hardening against your belly, the bulge on his jeans getting bigger as he waits for you to do something.

You give him a small smirk and, without breaking eye contact, get down on your knees. You take your time taking off his belt, your fingers working their magic as Pietro looks at you with hunger.

You pull his jeans down, his boxers now exposed in front of your face. You finally break eye contact and look at the outline of his hard cock. The shaft is pointing towards his belly button and the tip is creating a small stain on the black boxers.

You press your palm against his shaft and he exhales through his mouth and curses in Russian. You smirk at the action and grab the hem of his shirt, your fingers slowly lifting the material to expose his silvery happy trail leading to his cock.

"Somebody's excited...", you whisper and gently squeeze his cock. Pietro let's out a dangerous chuckle and then you feel his hand grip your hair.

"You are not in control tonight, baby.", he warns and then tugs your hair a bit making you hiss. You curse at the pain and let out a small moan before nodding.

You decide to finally pull down his boxers, his cock now freed and leaking pre-cum. You lick your lips at the sight and grab the shaft, your hand hardly managing to hold all of him. You have always been amazed by how big Pietro is...

"What are you waiting for? Start sucking.", he says and then shoves your mouth against his member. You open your lips and take all of him inside, well, most of him.

You feel him moan deeply and gently buck his hips into your mouth. You try your best not to gag but it's getting difficult. You hold his hips for support as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat roughly.

"Thought you wanted to suck me off... Guess you would rather suck that waitress off, uh?", he says, and you breathe through your nose and hollow your cheeks.

Pietro curses again and pulls your hair making your head move away from his cock. You gasp for air and try to ignore the saliva that's dripping down your lips.

"Such a slut...Fuck.", he says and then pushes your head towards his cock again.

This time you are more prepared so you manage to control the whole situation much better. You start swirling your tongue around his shaft, especially the vein surrounding it, and Pietro let's out a louder moan and bucks his hips.

He grips your hair with more force and starts thrusting your head against his cock as if you were just a hole to him. You could feel your jaw aching, tears slightly covering your vision but you were determined. You wanted to please him.

You inhale through your nose and hollow your cheeks deeper, the extra suction making Pietro bite his lip. You look up at him and almost whimper at the sight- his pale cheeks are pink and his lips are flushed as he watches you with hunger.

You want to make him cum, you want to watch that pretty face twist in wave after wave of pleasure. Fuck, you really did love when he got all jealous and possessive of you.

"I bet you are loving this... You flirt with that girl and then suck me off, all in the same night. Fucking unbelievable...", he teases you with still a bit of anger. You manage a small nod and he starts thrusting faster inside of you.

You know he won't use his super speed simply because you would die if he did...However, his pace is as quick as it can get, which is quicker than most humans manage.

You can feel his muscles contracting to signal he is gonna cum. You can't breathe properly anymore, your throat is sore and your panties are getting soaked.

You start taking him deeper and then you put one hand around his balls. Pietro moans your name like prayer as you squeeze them while you lick his pulsing cock.

Suddenly the grip on your hair gets insanely tight and then you feel him stilling. You look at him and watch as he throws his head back and bucks his hips as strings of cum shoot down your throat.

You nearly choke but manage to swallow most of it as he rides away his orgasm. His thrusts start getting sloppier and soon he is pulling you away from him.

"Look at me.", he orders and you do, "Open."

You open your mouth and show him a small bit of cum you still haven't swallowed. Pietro puts his finger on your lips and slightly rubs them.

"Swallow.", and you do, gladly.

He licks his lips and then grabs your neck before pulling you up. You meet his lips and kiss him harshly, your tongues mixing. Pietro cups your clothed ass and gives it a harsh squeeze.

"Take off your clothes and put your hands on the bed, ass up.", he murmurs against your mouth. You break the kiss and nod before quickly going to do what he asked.

As soon as you are fully naked, you put your hands on the mattress and part your legs, your dripping core and ass facing the bedroom wall.

You hear Pietro walk towards you, he is no longer wearing any shoes so you guess he must have gotten naked as well.

You wait in anticipation as he puts his hands on your ass. His fingers are quite calloused but you don't mind.

"Are you this wet because of me or because of her?", he asks with a dangerous voice. You look behind you and arch your ass.

"I don't know...", you lie just to stir him up. You smirk teasingly at him but Pietro simply gives you a death stare and then a deep dark chuckle.

"You wanna play this game? Okay, let's play.", he whispers before parting your legs wider, making your muscles ache, and then rubbing the tip of his already hardening cock against your entrance.

The best thing about having sex with a superhero was that he had more stamina than a regular human. He could get hard much quicker and could fuck you for how long you wanted him to.

Pietro interrupts your thoughts with a thrust of his hips. Your mouth falls open as his cock buries itself inside of your walls. You put your face against the bed and moan his name as Pietro starts fucking you.

You gasp at the sudden action and grip the sheets as your boyfriend picks up the pace. His cock is nearly hitting your stomach, your clitoris being stimulated by the roughness as he hits your g-spot with amazing precision.

He knows exactly how to please you and that can be dangerous. Well, not really dangerous, more like exciting.

"Oh fuck... Fuck, fuck.", you moan as he grabs your hips and starts matching your body to his thrusts.

"You like that?", he asks as his balls smack against your folds.

"Yeah...Feels so good.", you moan as your heart nearly explodes inside of your chest. Sweat is starting to drip down your back, your arms aching a bit because of the awkward position.

"You think she could make you feel this way? You think that girl could make you this fucking wet?", he growls and you shake your head, your eyes leaking a bit and your lips parted with pleasure.

"Answer me!", he shouts with another harsh thrust. You whimper and try to breathe in.

"N-no... You are the only one who does this to me. Baby, you feel so good.", you tell him making Pietro groan and curse under his breath.

You feel him grab your right thigh and lift it slightly. Your chest rises from the mattress, your hands nearly lifting too as he puts your foot on the bed. Your other leg is still on the floor.

You moan at the new angle making Pietro thrust deeper. You feel the bed sink as he puts one leg on the bed, his body now sideways as he guides you into the new position. This new shift makes his cock go deeper into you, and you cry out as you feel that sweet high of pleasure almost exploding inside of you.

"Fucking take it. Take all of my cock like a good girl.", he teases and the nickname almost makes you cum.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I wanna cum. Oh my God... Your cock feels so good inside of me, baby.", you moan breathlessly.

"Yeah? You gonna cum?", he asks and you nod rapidly. He digs his fingers into your waist and you cry out at the pain.

"Cum for me, slut.", he says and you shut your eyes and let yourself be taken by pleasure.

Your whole body starts shaking, your legs almost giving in as waves of pleasure rush through you. Your mind feels foggy and you moan loudly his name over and over again, his cock guiding you through your orgasm.

You let your arms fall down and then your chest hits the bed. Pietro stops thrusting as you come down from your high. You feel so fucking good but exhausted too.

"Was that good?"

"Y-yeah...", you whisper, and then Pietro rubs your sweaty back and starts thrusting again making you widen your eyes.

"Then cum for me again.", he says as he picks up the pace. You feel tears drip down your cheeks as your abused clit occasionally throbs with immense pleasure.

It feels really intense, way too intense, like your body is trying to build up any sort of energy to cum again. You aren't sure if you can but you don't want to disappoint Pietro... Especially because his hard cock is already pulsing inside of you.

"She could never make you cum like I do... You are mine. I am the only one who gets to see you like this. You hear me?!", he asks with deep moans.

"Y-yes... Yours... Pietro...", you say with small whimpers. He starts thrusting harder and harder, his chest heaving with every movement.

"Cum for me. Come on, cum all over this cock. Fucking do it.", he encourages and you shut your eyes and feel a new strange wave inside of you.

You part your lips and start moaning loudly, maybe too loud but you don't care. Your walls start convulsing, your whole body numb with the new sensation as you feel a new rush of pleasure run through you.

You can't hear anything or see anything. Pietro stills inside of you and then his cum fills you adding an extra feeling to the experience. Your legs give out and he grabs your body up making you stay in position.

It feels like ages before he stops thrusting, his softening cock slipping out of you. He lets your body fall on the bed and you whimper and feel something drip down your thighs. Did you... No way...

"Fuck... You squirted all over me, baby...", Pietro whispers as he lays down next to you.

You roll over onto your back and look at him with tired eyes. You can't believe you actually squirted... All because of him and his jealousy.

"Fuck...That felt so fucking good.", you whisper and Pietro chuckles and kisses your sweaty forehead.

"Don't ever try to make me jealous again, you hear me?", he says with an amused voice. You chuckle and look at his eyes.

"It's quite funny, though...", you tease making him roll his eyes playfully.

You bury your head against his chest and close your eyes, your body too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

This night is one to remember...

[moonlight-presence]

Sorry for not being that active lately 😭😭 I had like 1000 things to do for college...Anyways thank you so much for all the support!!!! It really means a lot, specially when I am writing a fanfic and I am struggling with some words or plot points.

Gonna try to be more active, I promise. Kisses everyone <<<<33333