#Jake Lockley reader

[campingwiththecharmings]

PART TWO (part one is here)

**please be sure to read any/all warnings attached to recommended fics prior to reading**

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Moon Knight

🔥cocktails (Jake Lockley x Shy!F!Reader) - @runa-falls

🔥house of balloons (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥Death to Dignity (Marc Spector x Reader) - @juneknight

🔥Heat (Alpha!Jake Lockley x Omega!F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Walk You Home (Steven Grant x Reader) - @writingsoftheloser

Boy Meets Cat, Boy Meets Girl (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Burn (Jake Lockley x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Museum Date (Marc Spector x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥Good Boy, Steven (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

The Lake (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Stitches (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Cry (Marc Spector x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

🔥Praying for Love (Marc Spector x F!Stripper!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Cheat (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Bonfire Night (Uni!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

March the 9th (Marc Spector x Reader) - @ivystoryweaver

Comedy of Errors (Teacher!Steven Grant x Teacher!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Salt & Pepper (Moon Boys x Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Perfect Find (Steven Grant x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sprinkles (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What You Like (Marc Spector x F!Reader x Steven Grant) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Not Enough (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Stranger Danger (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @soft-girl-musings

Searching (Marc Spector x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

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[romanarose]

Just Happy Accidents

Jake Lockley X Reader

Summary: Jake gets rear ended.

Warnings: A lil yelling, Jake kinda being a dick, a lil smutty (over the clothes touching, thigh riding) Mostly just cuteness

Forgot to add, bold is Steven, italics is Marc, red is Jake (This is my system for all my fics btw)

Jake Lockley was about to lose his goddamn shit. Here he was, stopped at a stop sign, when some dumbass rammed into it. A full stop, mind you, because despite what everyone seems to think, he actually follows all traffic laws. Last thing he needed was a run in with the cops, or god forbid an accident that leaves Marc and Steven fucked up. Luckily, as he moved his body, he was sure things were probably fine. He had to explain to them why their neck hurt, but that was it. For him, anyway.

His car was going to be another fucking story. He gets out of his cab, fuming, ready to yell at someone. He did not expect the girl to get out of the car and yell at him. 

“What is wrong with you!” You shout, furious.

He blinks at the audacity. “Excuse me? You hit me!” He shouts, pointing at himself.

“YOUSTOPPEDTOOFAST” You spit out rapidly, panic quickly setting in.

“There is no such thing as stopping too fast, idiota, you were either following too close, or not paying attention!” Jake counters, knowing traffic laws better than he probably needs to. 

You freeze, knowing he has a point, and you were caught. You immediately break down crying.

Jake is only human, and a pretty young girl crying in front of him is not something he enjoys.

“Hey… hey now…” He starts, uncertain ahow to go about this. 

“I’m never going to financially recover from this!” you sob into your hands.

Jake, why is there a crying girl in front of you? Of course Steven comes to the headspace when there’s crying.

Everything is fine, Steven, just a fender bender.

Oh bullocks, are you okay? Is she?

I’m fine, Steven, so is- Jake realized he didn’t know if you were hurt or not. “Are you hurt?”

Your hands were in your face as you cried. “No” You shook your head.

Jake paused, waiting for you to stop crying. It didn’t happen. He was still irritated. “Well, this is what insurance is for.” C’mon mate, don’t be an arse

Your sobs picked up again. “I don’t have insurance.” 

Dios Mio. Jake thought, just my fucking luck. “You don’t have insurance?” Jake pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mujer, what the fuck?”

You remove your hands from your red and blotchy face. “Well you don’t have to be a fucking dick about it.”

He put his hands on his knees in bewilderment. “You rear ended me, Chica. You don’t get to tell me not to be a dick.”

“Do you think I hit you for shits and giggles?” You said through tears.

Don’t be an asshole Great. Marc was here, just what he needed.

Jake tried to calm himself, stand back up straight. “Whyyyyy don’t you have insurance, Carino?” He tried to hide the irritation in his voice behind the pet name.

You threw up your hands. “I got laid off okay! Are you happy! I got laid off and I just got behind on all my bills and I was either car insurance or rent so you can fuck right off with your judgy fucking face right now!” You were angry, not necessarily at him… but he wasn’t fucking helping. He was being a dick. You start crying again.

Come on mate, be nice. Jake sighed. “Okay don’t start that again, I’m sure we can work this out.” Just let it go, man. It’s just the fender. We can buy one online and install it ourselves, she’s clearly having a rough time. She kept crying. Would you be saying that if she wasn’t pretty? You got me.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered into your hands. “It’s been a long few months. Lots of pent up emotions. I’ll call the police and get your information and figure out whatever the fuck I do now.”

“Listen, don’t… don’t worry about it, hermosa.”

“No!” You pointed at him determinedly. “No, Thank you but no. I’m just so sick of charity. I know it’s probably hard to believe when I’m crying in front of you, but I am sick of people pitying me. I just found a new job and I’m catching up on bills, I’ll just skip a few card payments or whatever.”

“Okay, okay.” Jake put up his hands defensively. “No charity. We can exchange information and figure out a payment plan. I know some shit about car repair, I can do that myself, and you can pay me back what you can, when you can.” Is this just an excuse to get her number? No, dumbass, it’s an excuse to get my car fixed. Listen, I wouldn’t complain, she’s cute. You watch too much porn, Marc. We’re not using sex as payment. That’s not what I meant!

You looked at him hesitantly. “This isn’t just an excuse to get my number?” 

Jesus, does she share Steven’s brain? “No, Cariño, I just want my car fixed. Listen, there’s a dinner down the road, I was heading there for lunch. We can talk this over, come up with a plan?” When you still eye him suspiciously, he raises his hands defensively. “No funny business! Just business… regular business.”

“...Regular business? I sure hope you aren’t trying to make a come on, because you are not smooth” You laugh a bit, and suddenly Jake wanted to make you laugh again.

“Believe me, Carino, if I was flirting, you’d know” He winked at you, and moved to get in his car. “Vamnos, Chica, Gena is going to think I backed into a poll if I don’t bring a witness to testify.”

Lunch was absolutely not strictly business. It was absolutely silly business, borderline tomfoolery. No regular business got done, not in the 3 hours at the diner, not at the park after Gena kicked you out (with love), and not in the nearly three months you almost always slept at his place. At month four, you moved in. After being able to catch up on bills with a much smaller rent, you surprised him by fixing his car. Well, you bought the piece, Marc put it on. You were in charge of handing him the tools. 

“The philips head screwdriver”

“I’ll give you head.”

“Baby, please, give me the screwdrive- no not that one! I said philips head!”

“YOU SAID SCREWDRIVER”

“I said philips head before you had to make a sexual inuedo!”

“Here”

“THATS A HAMMER”

“AH DON’T YELL AT ME DAD!”

“I’M NOT YELLING”

“Fine I don’t know what a philips head screwdriver is.”

“Jesus Christ baby  you could’ve just said that.” He rolled out from under the car, grabbing what he needed. He raised his eyebrow as he held up the philips head, a lopsided smile on his face. With the help of his under-car roller, he slide back under. You pull him back you, giving him a kiss on his gross, dirty, grease covered mouth.

You adored all three of them, you adored how they all complimented each other, how you got different aspects of them all combined into one, incredibly sexy man. All of them offered something different. Jake was wild, reckless, fun. Marc was domestic, suburban dad energy. And Steven? Steven was your sexy professor.

“C’mon Steven, pay attentiont to me!”

“Let me finish this chapter, then I promise, I’m all yours.”

“Can you at least tell me what you’re reading about?” You scoot up to him, pressing your body against his as you pretend to read the book. 

Steven was not deterred. “I’m learning about the Hyksos invasion of Egypt, I didn’t think this was in your wheelhouse?”

“What the fuck are the Hyksos?”

“They are an ancient civilization that came out of nowhere and took over the Egyptians for several dynasties. No one knows who they are, where they came from, where they went…” 

“Like cotton eye joe.” You place your hand on his thigh, hoping to get him worked up.

“I- what?”

“You know. Where did he come from, where did he go, where did he come from, cotton eye joe?” You palm his hardening cocked over his jeans.

“Love… “ He warns you.

“I’m sorry! Tell me something fun about the Egyptians. I promise I’m listening” You weren’t.

“There's uh…” he swallows. “There was a female pharaoph, actually. A few of them, really but one that is particualrly interesting is Hatshepsut. She rules as a regent when her- oh god” Steven swollowed hard as you climbedup on his thigh and beganrocking your body on him as your strocked his clothed dick.

“Keep going baby.”

“T-thing is” he panted, hips bucking up. “She just never gave the thrown back, she just banished her step son.”

“Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss”

“I-” Steven stopped, looking confused at you. “Sometimes, I wonder how your mind works, love”

You start to unbottom his jeans slowly, watching his lips part in aw as you pout at him. “Does this mean you are going to fuck me, finally?”

Gently set his book down, making sure to bookmark his spot, then pushed you back down on the couch, enrapturing you mouth in a kiss.

That’s how you found yourself in Jake’s arms, a year after the car accident, with a ring on your finger.

“Remember how we met, baby?” You ask him, tracing his bare chest with your fingers.

“How could I forget, Carino” Jake kissed the side of your face, still sweaty from making love all evening.

“Never thought I’d be this happy to have gotten in a fender bender” You smile

“It’s like Bob Ross always says. No mistakes, just happy accidents."

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ahookedheroespureheart

Thank you for reading! Had this stupid idea in my head for a while bc I'm silly

the cotton eye joe bit is based off of an actual moment with my history professor where he was talking about the hyksos and i said that. He did not know what the cotton eye joe was. At least the class laughed.

[romana-after-dark]

You know what’s your reblog brought up a vivid memory of a mk fic where reader and Jake are having an extended fight and ignoring each other but then reader goes to get food and gets hurt and gets bruised and comes home, and Jake gets huffy and reader tries to hide the bruise until he spots it when they silently hand him food and gets all protective. But I lost the fic and I can’t remember who did it and it is doing my head in.

ALRIGHT GUYS LETS TAKE A LOOK AND SEE IF ANYONE KNOWS THIS FIC!!!!!

BC I NEEEEED IT

[melodygatesauthor]

Taking the Moon Boys Dancing

Moon Boys x gn!Reader

I had these thoughts while driving the other day and had to get it out.

You want to go out dancing, and this is how it goes getting each one to go:

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fluffy, comfort fic, cute

Marc:

Doesn’t know why you even would ask him. He thought it was obvious he’s not the dancing type.

Goes because you begged like really really hard.

Looks really well dressed for someone who doesn’t want to go.

“Wow, you are just stunning, baby.” You look so good in your outfit that he contemplates fucking you into the mattress instead of going dancing.

Isn’t very talkative on the ride over because he’s thinking about ways to not embarrass himself when he gets there, and ways to get out of actually dancing.

He really likes seeing how happy and excited you are to be there.

You have determined that if someone threw a broomstick on the dance floor it would have more rhythm than Marc Spector does.

Marc is only willing to suffer a little embarrassment for the sake of hearing your giggle while he dances before he makes you agree to ONLY slow dancing.

His hands are down a little too low on your waist during slow dances. You don’t mind.

Will definitely kiss you at the end of each dance.

Steven:

Can’t believe you would ask him, he thought for sure you would be too embarrassed to bring him dancing out in public. Is low key very excited to go.

Gets really nervous trying to decide what to wear. Settles for matching his outfit to yours to be safe.

Cannot form a coherent sentence after seeing you in your outfit, but you’ve learned how to speak “Steven” very fluently and you kiss his reddened cheeks along with giving him a thank you for the compliment.

Cannot and does not stop talking on the ride over.

Your excitement and his are matched, you’re looking forward to having such a good time with him.

Steven is the worst dancer you’ve ever seen but he is having the time of his life and you love to see it. His smile is beaming.

It feels like grade school dancing again when he has his hands placed far too respectfully high on your waist and doesn’t pull you too close.

You have to literally physically force him bend his elbows so you can get closer to him.

Only steps on your toes 3 times. Nearly gets on his knees to kiss them better because he feels so bad.

You have to initiate, but he’s so happy when you kiss him after each slow dance. You have to snap him out of his dreamy gaze after each one.

Jake:

“Mi amor, of course I’ll go dancing with you.” He would then kiss your hand seductively followed by a wink.

Is always well dressed so doesn’t even have to try, but spends an extra minute in the mirror adjusting his tie.

Does fuck you into the mattress after seeing you in your outfit despite your initial protests about having to fix yourself up again after.

Afterward you determine that fixing yourself up a second time was a fair trade for the D.

Doesn’t talk much on the way over because he is thinking about which moves he wants to show off most. He’s looking forward to trying to impress you.

Is hands down the best dancer of the boys. You didn’t realize he could dance so well.

You actually have to ask him to stop showing off and dance with you.

During the slow dance his hands are squeezing your rear, and he is pressing himself against you the entire time.

You’re a little surprised that he’s got a hard on after the pre-dance fucking.

Forget kissing at the end of the slow dances, he has been full open mouth kissing you since the song started. If you two weren’t clothed you would’ve been having sex in public.

Will be fucking you again when you get home.

[aphrcdites]

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

[taisiabelle]

Therapist: Oh, you definitely have daddy issues

Me: no, I don't

Also, me hours later realizing all my favorite fictional characters are older man....

[fettuccin-e]

It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips. 

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins. 

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly. 

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."

[moonyflesh]

a collection of my favorite Steven Grant moments because i related to him more than i think is deemed healthy.

[blue-sadie]

Kiss The Cook

He catches you cooking in the kitchen

The delicious aromas wofted throughout the house as the sound of sizzling and cutting somewhat echoed through the kitchen, he watched you intently as you swayed your hips humming the tone of whatever song was in your head.

Your body jerked as he placed his arms around you bringing your body against his as he settled his head on your shoulder watching you work your magic but he'd soon grow bored and try excite you.

His hands would slowly make their way to your ass squeezing and slapping it before slipping their way under your shirt up to your boobs his fingers tugging and playing with your nipples, he'd keep you trapped against the counter with his body as he toyed with you.

His body would grind into yours showing you how hard he is as he attached his lips to your neck whispering all kinds of dirty things, his hands slowly pulling off each piece of clothing you had on.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counters as he thrusted into you, your moans and whines drowning out the sound of the cooking food, his hands would tug and push your hair keeping you down on the counter your struggled moans turning to whines against the marble counter.

Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Barry Allen, Clark Kent, Hal Jordan, Peter Parker, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Thor, Bucky Barnes

[lockleysfav]

My Little Flower

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB virgin!Reader

summary: You had just met the spider society and Miguel a few days ago, You and Miguel had been quite chatty with eachother for a while before be was called out to a mission. A few hours later when you’re asleep in the lab, a high Miguel stumbles in.

warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, drugged Miguel, loss of virginity, rough sex, non con, somnophilia, creampie, reader soon loves it.

A/N: From the last post, the poll, i will be doing the top 3 voted smut ideas. If you want to be in a taglist just comment on this post ❤️. Enjoy!!

To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been working on your new costume a few minutes after Miguel was called out to a mission. It was lonely sometimes without him despite the hundreds of spider people around. You knew that you and Miguel were a little closer than others, and his company had always lightened your mood.

You begged him to let you come with him on this mission but he immediately shut you down, rushing off after telling you it’s too dangerous, plus, your suit isnt finished. It was whatever, you scoffed and sat back down to carry on with the designs. “Asshole” you muttered to yourself, mimicking his facial expressions only to make yourself laugh but once you calmed down and looked to the clock and saw it was 10:34pm, you decided to work a little on your laptop in miguels chair (he had the comfiest chair of course).

The door and slammed wide open and yet you didnt flinch for a second, Miguel stumbled in onto his knees, panting and clawing at his neck “fuck what is this” he heaved as he continued to squirm. His fangs had retracted and he felt his body growing warmer and warmer at a certain smell, he didnt realise that smell was you until he forced himself up onto his feet and saw you asleep in his chair, your body hunched over on the desk with your laptop still open, the white light lighting up your face. Miguel almost purred at the sight of you drooling on his desk.

“te necesito” he muttered breathlessly before scrunching up his face in frustration. He couldnt do that to you? right? You were new, still young. You’d hate him but god he couldnt stop his legs from moving towards you. He growled and so desperately tried to hold himself back, his cock straining against his suit.

You were whining ever so slightly in your sleep, Miguel wasnt aware if you were having a nightmare but its what he assumed and it only drove him even crazier “poor bebita” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through your hair before letting the bottom half of his suit fade away, his cock resting against your cheek. His tip was almost gushing with precum, he gripped the back of your hair and growled before pushing the tip into your drooling mouth “oh fuck, thats it good girl” he whimpered as his body grew hotter, his hips suddenly bucking harder into your mouth. Your head twitched and pulled back a little but Miguel gripped your hair tighter holding you in place “im sorry bebita im so sorr- f-fuck” his dick hit the back of your throat and he doubled over emptying his cum on your tongue.

He pulled out panting, he stared down at you expecting you to jolt awake but you were still fast asleep. You were more of a deep sleeper than he thought. Initially he thought he was okay, but the sight of his warm cum dribbling out of your mouth only hardened his cock again. He didnt waste another second, he lifted you up from the desk, the cum from his mouth smearing onto his shoulder causing him to groan. He carried you to his bed and layed you on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulled down your leggings along with your socks and shirt, you stirred for a moment and Miguel stopped, looking at your face until it relaxed again “so good for me, you love it dont you? you want me just as much as i want you” his eyes had turned a deep red, he felt feral.

He straddled your thighs and ran his fingers down your spine before gripping your ass cheeks tight, putting his weight down and spreading you wide open, your puffy pussy exposed to him. He heaved again, saliva spitting from his mouth before spitting directly onto your pussy. This time, you jolted.

“M-Miguel?” you lifted your head realising it was planted down on soft sheets. You feel a pair of large hands on your ass and you quickly realised the situation, the head of his cock pressed against your hole and you immediately thrashed against him to get away “no no! stay!” Miguel had tears in his eyes he was so desperate. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. “Miguel stop! Im a virgin please please dont do this” you were almost sobbing and Miguel let go of your hands.

“Virgin?” he asked as he looked down again, spreading your pussy lips before looking at the back of your head. “I wont…i wont hurt you okay? please bebita” he leaned down, his body weight completely pinning you down as he kissed behind your ear. “need you so bad, just don’t fight it and it wont hurt i promise” you were panting and whining, you were so scared but also full of adrenaline. You were crushing on Miguel the minute you laid eyes on him. But you were just scared.

Miguel nipped your earlobe making you yelp, he growled and sat back up on his knees, he let you have control over your arms as he started rubbing his thick tip along your slit. He used his thighs to pin your legs together, making sure you wouldnt be able to squirm so much. He pushed in a little and sighed in relief at your loud whining “it hurts! miguel w-wait” but he didnt, he forced himself deeper and deeper, he knew it wouldve been easier for you if his dick was any smaller. He felt guilty in his gut as he continued and struggled to force his cock all the way inside you “shh relax, take me all in baby come on” he pulled back before pushing in again and this time your pussy opened up for him, letting him slide right in making you cry out loudly “miguel!” you were frantic, trying to get away from the pain but Miguel only held you in place, hushing you and kissing your shoulder as he refused to stop his movements.

“Shh it’s alright, dont be scared it’s over j…just stay still and oh- everything will be fine!” he stuttered as sweat dripped from his face. His gut was burning with desire and he couldnt stop, he so desperately wanted to pull out and hold you, tell you hes sorry but he couldn’t.

Miguel had shown a little mercy by flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs before slipping his hands behind your knees and pinning your legs to your chest, folding you together. He saw the fear in your face when you looked down at the size of him “no dont look mi amor, look at me thats it…you’re okay this is gonna feel so good trust me” you shook your head but he only nodded his before sliding his dick back into your pussy. You gasped and pressed your palm’s against his chest a poor attempt to keep him from going any further, he moaned and only slid deeper, hitting your cervix. “too deep” you told him shakily and he ignored you, lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders and pounding into you “fuck you’re so tight, leaking everywhere you little slut you love it, stop being so fucking dramatic and take it” the moment he said this, he slammed against your g-spot and your eyes rolled back “o-oh my god” you bucked your hips up and he smiled against your neck “good girl there we go…” he pulled away to look at you, taking in your beautiful features while pounding you.

You were moaning at each thrust, it was music to Miguels ears and as soon as you started panicking, unknown to what was coming he almost exploded. “mmm fuck dont fight it, let it happen bebita come on let it all out” his encouragement had you crying, your pussy squeezing his cock as you came, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting but it didnt matter, he grabbed your throat tightly and kissed you, pushing his tongue deep in your mouth as he rammed his warm sticky cum into your womb.

Miguel laid his head on your chest, he felt a weight lift off him and he came back to his senses when he heard you crying. He immediately shot up and looked down at you with a frown “oh no…oh im so sorry i..i didnt..i dont know what to say” he cupped your cheeks desperate to hear you say something.

You shook your head in his hands “please dont leave” Miguel was stunned for a moment at your plea, your body was shaking and his heart broke “hey..hey look at me im not going anywhere” he looked into your reddening eyes “im not going anywhere…im so sorry this wasnt how i wanted this to go” he sighed and laid his head back onto your chest “i was hit with some powder i dont know what came over me when i saw you, please babygirl believe me when i say i didnt wanna hurt you i-i never want to hurt you” you were looking up at him, smiling weakly “it’s okay Miguel..i understand” you nuzzle into him and he clung to you tightly “i wont let anyone hurt you..you’re mine” he was gentle with words, it almost felt normal.

You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 💕

likes and reposts are so appreciated <3

[romanarose]

Congratulations bb!!

May I request a small humble Drabble with any of the moon boys + “quick, kiss me!”

Could be anything ❤️❤️

"Quick, Kiss Me!"

Moon Boys x Reader

Romana's 1000 follower celebration

Bold is Steven's thoughts, Italics is Marc, Red is Jake

Summary: A guy at the bar won't leave you alone, luckily you see someone recognize... you think.

Warnings: Creepy men, mentions of drinking.

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You would think he could take a hint.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have convinced him to change his offer to buy you a drink into buying you the loaded nachos you wanted for the outrageous price of 16.99, but you were hungry! And you did intend on chatting with him while you ate. Unfortunately, not long after the chicken nachos arrived steaming at the bar top, he get leaning in too close and not even trying to not stare at your body.

THEN he should've gotten the hint, because you began to try and make every excuse possible to get out of there, your attempt to get up being met with his arm around your shoulders. He didn't grab it or anything like that, but it was enough to bring you back into your seat.

That's when you saw him, you're knight in shining amour, Steven Grant, your coworker. Was it a bit strange to see the man you had a crush on and thought you knew so well, standing in a crowded bar dressed in clothes that were very much not him, but hey, maybe he's different outside of work, right? Either way, you trusted Steven, and knew he'd help you in a pinch.

"Oh! There's my boyfriend!" You say, grabbing your trey of nachos and sliding out of his grasp before speeding off towards Steven.

"Your what- hey! I paid for those!" You can hear him stand up and as panic seeps him, you pick up speed.

Oh shit, Jake, that's her Steven said in the head space.

Steven see's you, greeting you by name but notes the worried express on your face. "What's-"

Give me the-

Before either had a chance to finish their sentence, you cut both Steven and Jake off.

"Quick! Kiss me!" You whisper, still clutching your food as you wrap your arms around him.

Jake Lockley was not one to say no when a pretty girl wanted to kiss him. Taking your mouth into his, Steven (Jake) kissed you passionately, moving at the pace you set and tasting the shitty fake Mexican bar food on your lips.

Jake! Marc chastised. You know damn well Steven has a crush on her!

Well, he's still technically kissing her.

Sweet, innocent Steven was an erotically good kisser, and you briefly forget the purpose of the kiss; you are reminded when you hear yourself moan embarrassingly, and quickly pull your mouth away.

"Sorry." You said, not able to look at him while he still held your body to his. "That guy wasn't leaving me alone."

Jake looked up to see a man glowering at you, and briefly forgot to pretend to be Steven. "Aye! Are we gonna have a fucking problem?" Jake shouted, causing a chunk of the bar to turn to him, and he swelled with pride at having such a pretty girl in his arms at the moment. The man scampered off pathetically, and Jake released you as Steven took the body.

"You alright, love?" There was such soft concern in his eyes, he seemed almost a contrast from the version of him that had so vehemently threatened the man causing you problems.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Your mouth was already full of your food. You glance back to him. Beautiful. "You're a good kisser, Steven."

I could show her what this tongue can really do

Behave

Steven chuckled. "You sound surprised."

"Maybe a little." You giggle back, then gesture at your ill-gotten gains. "Wanna finish these with me? There's a fuck ton."

Steven almost declined on account of the food choices, but Marc took the body before Steven could protest to the cheese and chicken while Jake complained that he could make 'real' nachos for half the price.

"Of course, who am I to turn down a pretty girl like you?" Marc faked the accent, but he couldn't fake Steven's mannerisms quiet as well.

Weren't you just scolding me for kiss her?

I'm not kissing her, but I'm gonna set things up for Stevn too

And set things up, Marc did.

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Take a shot every time Romana's blorbos protect the reader from bad men

(don't do that you will be drunk)

[sarahghetti]

can you pretend to be my boyfriend?; m.k.

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader

summary: the boys pretend to be your boyfriend in order to save you from a creepy stranger.

warnings: inappropriate behaviour towards the reader, female!reader.

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steven

you lean over the gift shop counter, eyes wide as you ask, “can you pretend to be my boyfriend?”

poor steven is just confused at first.

“pretend to be—wait, what do you mean—?”

he doesn’t get a chance to finish that thought because the man who’s been trying to flirt with you all day suddenly rounds the corner, and you’re out of time.

“there you are!” a smarmy grin, eyes looking you up and down. it makes your skin crawl. “I was worried that you might’ve left before I could get a chance to talk to you again.”

“yeah, wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” you mutter.

it clicks in steven’s brain then, though not exactly fast enough for him to come up with a retort other than, “right, yeah, right.”

the man’s attention doesn’t waver from you, however, and you squirm on the spot. time for a hail mary, you suppose, turning back to steven. “are we still good for lunch, babe?”

“oh, yes, lunch—right, of course, love,” steven nods, more confident. “I just need to finish up some last things here, if you’re willing to wait a bit?”

you’re ready to say no worries, take all the time you need when the guy scoffs, barely sparing steven a glance. “a sales clerk? really?”

“better than the wet tissue you are, bruv,” steven snaps back, so fast that he surprises himself a little. something simmers under the man’s expression, but steven’s faster. “do I need to call security?”

that finally gets to the guy, who just mutters curses under his breath before finally pissing off. your smile is genuine now when you look at steven. “thanks for that.”

“no worries—are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you nod. “don’t suppose you’re actually free right now, are you? the least I could do is buy you lunch as thanks.”

luckily for the both of you, he is, and he rounds the counter with a wide smile on his face before you lead the two of you out.

marc

he’s just waiting to place his order at a coffee shop when you walk in, some guy hot on your heels and prattling on despite your obvious discomfort.

“oh, hey, babe!” he doesn’t even realize you’re calling out to him until he meets your gaze, and the pleading look in your eyes is all he needs to understand what’s going on. “sorry I’m late.”

“it’s all good.” marc knows the drill, injecting warmth into his smile as he walks up to greet you. he gives you a small nod, letting you know that he’s got your back as he slips his hand into yours. “was worried about you for a minute there.”

“wait, are you two…?” the man looks between you, eyebrows furrowed.

“mhm.” he keeps his tone light, but is secretly watching like a hawk for any signs of escalation. when the guy’s mouth twists into a scowl, marc subtly tugs you behind him.

“you never said you had a boyfriend.” the venom in the words is terrifying, but marc doesn’t flinch.

“no need to cause a scene, man,” he says, tone amicable, but you take a peek at his face and his expression is as hard as stone. “now, if you’ll excuse us.”

marc leads you back into the line to order, squeezing your hand gently to stop you from looking over your shoulder. there’s the heavy stomping of feet before you hear the bell ring over the door as the guy leaves.

the relief is palpable. you finally let go of marc’s hand, face warm as you smile sheepishly at him. “thanks for the help. let me buy you a coffee?”

“don’t worry about it.” he shakes his head, but you offer again and, well, if you insist. he doesn’t mind spending the rest of his afternoon with you at all.

jake

he’s the one to notice your discomfort from across the pub, how you subtly shift away from the man leaning in close to speak directly into your ear.

when you meet his eyes, you mouth, help? and jake doesn’t even think twice before downing the rest of his drink and making his way to your table. he slaps a hand down onto the guy’s shoulder, making him jump. “think you’re in my seat, hombre.”

the man’s greasy smirk twitches, obviously thinking that jake is interrupting his ‘game’ or whatever the fuck. “nah, man, I’m just—”

“trying to hit on my girl, yeah, I can see that.” jake grins at him, but you get the impression that he’s baring his teeth more than anything. he looks to you, and his gaze softens. “you okay, there, baby?”

“better now,” you say, and it’s not a lie.

the guy turns to jake fully, sizing him up. “you think you’re so tough, huh?”

jake doesn’t even blink, just raises a single eyebrow as if daring for him to suggest taking the matter outside. it’s not even a competition, because the man backs off a moment later, angrily slipping out of the booth without looking back.

you don’t breathe until the guy finally leaves the building, at which point a heavy sigh falls from your lips.

“the nerve of that guy,” jake mutters, clicking his tongue.

“right?” you shake your head, then gesture to the now-vacant seat beside you. “care for a drink? I think I owe you after your help back there.”

“you owe me nothing,” he corrects, but slides in beside you anyways, taking your offer with a smile.

[oddballwriter]

Calling Them your Husband

Warnings: nothing really 

Author’s Snip: I just wanted to make some tooth-rotting fluff so enjoy

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Steven Grant

When you call him your husband, it was originally a joke, sort of

Your friend called you while you were out doing errands with Steven and they asked what you were doing, to which you said "I'm out with my husband getting stuff done."

Steven just blushes and does that goofy little smile he does because he's never heard you say that but now he wants to hear it all the time now

You guys are in a long committed relationship together and you two have been living together for some time now but he's been too anxious to ask about possibly getting married some day. Not knowing if that's something you want or if you just want to cohabitate as a couple instead

But now that he heard you refer to him as your husband (even if it was a little joke) he wants to marry you in a heartbeat so that you can actually call him your husband and he can call you his wife/husband/spouse

He just thinks about it the whole day but doesn't say anything to see if you will call him that again in case pointing it out will cause you to stop. He is a bit more affectionate though, sneaking in a pick on the cheek or something and secretly making goo-goo eyes at you

When you get home and you aren't in range of seeing it Steven starts looking up engagement rings and prices to see which one would look nice on you and try and save up money

Steven also starts to subtly, at least as subtle as he can be, ask you about if you want to get married someday

He's such a dork though, bless his soul, in his brain he's just kicking his feet and giggling. He's looking at prices for venues and planners already.

Marc Spector

Marc has it in him to get married, we know that

But in his mind he doesn't really see himself as "husband material". He thinks that he's got too much baggage that you'd have to deal with if you were married

He acts like you two haven't been living together and splitting the bills and stuff, which is sometimes what marriage is, in the most domestic way possible

To him, he can't really see himself being able to do the whole marriage thing all over again

That was until some drunk creep was hitting on you while you and him were on a date and you told the guy "I'm with my husband" which warded that guy off

For some reason you calling him your husband while you locked your arm with his just washed those feelings of doubt out. Something about it just made him feel so confident

Like "Yeah I'm their husband! Back off!"

After that Marc was more open with himself about the idea of letting that title back into his life and getting to call you his spouse too

He more so likes the ability to call you his spouse. Possessiveness is in him and by god does getting to call you his spouse feed it

Marc will ask about the idea of marriage sometime after that just to see if you like it

If you want to get married then he's on board. But if you think cohabitating suits you better then he's fine with that too

So long as you're there together and you love him then he's content and happy

Jake Lockley

Damn right he's your husband

Honestly ever since you two got serious with your relationship, became committed to each other, and moved in he's just been like "We are married now" in his head

He's never said that out loud but he knows that the feeling is there with you too

It wasn't until you semi-jokingly called him your husband when some girls were checking him out and you huffed and puffed about it

"What's the matter? I wasn't flirting back." "Well, excuse me for not wanting some giggling college girls to be eyeing up my husband."

And that just... made him feel something, in his heart and in his pants

No but seriously. After that night cohabitating and acting like a married couple wasn't enough. He needs to put a ring on you and vice versa

He will go down to town hall and get those damn papers and buy the rings right now

Jake was originally just going to wait until you said that you wanted to get officially married, but he just can't anymore

In the morning you guys are going to buy rings, get the papers filled out, and planning the wedding

He's got the wedding planner on speed dial and a house with a picket fence in the nice part of town ready to go, just say "I do" please

Honestly at this point he never wants to hear his name come out of your mouth ever again. To you, it's either "hun" "hunny" "dear" or "sweetheart"

Light of his life, air in his lungs, fire in his loins

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

(18+) horny brainrot & hcs about the men I write for..

includes: bucky barnes, matt murdock, miguel o’hara, moon boys, peter quill, pietro maximoff, spencer reid, tangerine

fem!reader, mdni

cw. mentions of edging, blow jobs, dry humping, cock warming, oral (f receiving) fingering/ clit play, pinv sex

bucky barnes: likes to eat you out after you've had a bad day. he likes to listen to you try to formulate words describing the details of your day while his tongue flicks over your clit - the feel making your mind blank and hazy. he loves listening to you restart your sentences over and over and over because you keep cutting yourself off with noises - with moans

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matt murdock: he knows the moment just as you're about to let go. he listens to your body, to your heart - listens to it pick up in rhythm, to it pump wildly just before that moment. he listens to your breathing stagger and heighten, listens to the change in your body, to your muscles seize and tense. though that's all he lets you feel. he snatches himself away just as you're about to cum - pulling away his cock or tongue or fingers, not allowing you that sweet moment of release. he plays with you, endlessly working you up until you're just shy of your orgasm, then yanks himself away - listening to you whine and protest, panting wildly. he tells you he'll be nice on you and let you cum, but it'll be the same story again. working you up impossibly more, leaving you on the cusp of your high

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miguel o'hara: he won't always fuck you with the full length of his dick. sometimes, he's just too much for you to take, so you have to satiate your need with just the tip of his cock. he'd keep his fat head wedged snuggly inside you, not moving or giving you any friction you desperately need. only placing his thumb over your clit, circling it slowly as he essentially uses his tip as a plug. he'd look down at you almost pitifully, cooing at you when you'd pout and whine, trying to take more of him. but he won't allow it - placing a large hand on your hip, stilling you as he continues to toy with your clit

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moon boys: they make you wear a blindfold while they take turns fucking you. you have to figure out who is fronting solely by their touch - no talking, no communicating, no nothing. you have to differentiate them by their strokes and rhythm, by the way they fuck you, by how they touch and caress you. they don't like being mistaken for one another, so you best not guess wrong - they won't be so lenient with you

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peter quill: a lazy, heated makeout in bed under the covers. both wearing comfy, cozy underwear, quill hovering atop, your legs wrapped around his hips - keeping him snug to you. kissing each other carnally, all slow and sloppy, breathy muffled moans into one another's mouths as he nudges his clothed chub-on on your pussy. leisurely winding his rock-hard cock against the pit of heat between your thighs. one hand on your throat deepening the kiss, the other holding your hand beside your head

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pietro maximoff: before you both get down and dirty one night, he'd pull out a deep, dark red lipstick from his nightstand, asking you to put some on before you suck him off. he loves to see the red kisses scattered along his chest and stomach - your lipstick marks littered over his pale skin as you work down to settle between his thighs. he'd smear the red over your mouth, his thumb dragging over your slightly bruised lips - smudging the lipstick around. he keeps his eyes glued on you the whole time, watching the way your mouth wraps around his cock, leaving a messy red ring at the base - streaks running up his shaft

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spencer reid: enjoys the intimacy of touch during sex. loves the feeling of your fingers in his messy curls, your hand soft and gentle on his face as his cock rocks into you. it would all be slow and sweet - the encounter so leisured and unrushed. the steady wind of his hips into yours and the warmth of each of your hands on one another faces, creating a beautifully tender moment

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tangerine: loves to play with your cunt while he's sat behind. you'd lean into him against the headboard, your back resting against his chest, one of his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, the other between your thighs. he'd extend his neck, reaching around to kiss up the side of your throat, peppering your skin in soft, light kisses as he lazily rubs over your clit. middle and ring finger leisurely circling over the swollen nub. just him mindlessly toying with you as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet words into your skin as he palms your tits with his spare hand

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had some of these ideas floating around for ages, but never done anything with them—so finally finally wrote about the brainrot that’s been eating me up

added bucky and reid mar 5th

[eyelessfaces]

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