#jake lockley fiction

[thepaperpanda]

Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

 

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

[mind-travel-er]

The London Daily Ride [3]

Not in Service

# Pairing: Jake Lockley x female reader (light Steven Grant x female reader) # Synopsis: Sweet and kind Steven is part of your daily rides on the morning bus. However, today, Steven isn’t stepping in. Instead, someone else shows up.  # Warning/Content: Angst, Character Study, Unhealthy/Toxic relationship, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Lovers (kind of). # Word Count: 3.2k [Part 1] · [Part 2] — [read me on AO3]

Today is different. Today is not the same. He’s not. That, you can immediately tell. He enters the bus, and from the first step on the linoleum, a deep glaciation makes its way into your ribs and freezes solid the core of your chest. The reflex of hailing him a “Good Morning!” buries itself in your throat, and you swear suffocation is only a breath away. Strange, isn’t it? To know someone so well and not recognize them? For a second there, you wonder if a case of face-blindness can happen overnight. You hope so. The alternative is far more devastating. 

He takes three decided steps. He sits where he usually does, perhaps the reminiscence of a habit. Inspects its surroundings; his mouth shut in a tight line, as if he was finding it almost distasteful. You think for a few seconds that even the clothes are different, but they aren’t. The clothes are Steven’s. You can recognize one of his favourite shirts; geometric patterns of white and malachite that echo The Great Green; Osiris. His clay-grey jacket. And yet, it’s like witnessing a different actor embedding the role of your favourite character. He makes a sudden move to adjust the clothes more tightly wrapped around his shoulders. Cracks his neck. Runs a firm hand through his hair to keep them back. His face free from the curls that normally frame his forehead, his features are stern. Implacably indifferent. Then he leans back with ease, crossing one of his legs nonchalantly, an arm laying on the other passenger's empty seat. As soon as he makes himself comfortable, his eyes meet yours. Shit.

Caught red-handed. You couldn’t have been more obvious, but you just didn’t think he was really paying attention. Steven is often daydreaming or laser-focusing on your conversations or the book on his lap. Steven is a lot of things. However, he doesn’t pretend. He does. The thin and almost invisible hairs on the back of your neck bristle. You look aside. Then, through the window and you wish the blush of shame away, and of course it does nothing. Ever tried to order veins not to dilate? Of course not, you fucking idiot, you think, trying desperately to gather yourself. Your peripheral vision warns you that his silhouette is not moving. A controlled halt, your instinct feeds you. Similar mannerism, you would assume, of a military sniper seeing the head of his shot. You’re the one being studied now, and the burn creeps even more at the surface of your skin. Treacherous carmine is rising to the surface of your cheeks and making its way towards your aching chest. You can’t even think straight. This is a nightmare, and it’s not stopping. The sense of familiarity like smoke slipping away between your grasping fingers. Steven is there, but he’s not. An outsider made its way onto his insides. Something is terribly wrong. Like an Ushabti being inhabited by another essence. You do not dare to cross his eyes. The birth of your neck and now forearms, warning with goosebumps. And for good reason: is there anything more horrific than seeing someone you care for vanish in front of your eyes? Whether it be illness— physical or mental? Horror is no jumpscare and neither is a good story shared at night around a bonfire. True horror is a familiar scene being torn apart by a single, disquieting detail. A detail that you know to be of importance yet always seemed ordinary before. His eyes. His eyes are not the same. A void is replacing your guts. Nothing feels tangible. You’re hollow. Uninhabited. Unlike the man you think you knew. Breathe, you try to remind your sympathetic system. And think. And your brain does. He’s kick-starting the gears, running with the urge to feel safety through comprehension. Regaining control through knowledge, that’s what you’re good at. Coping. Organising thoughts. Then arguments. Sometimes, the scalpel is useful. Your mind begins to pinpoint why it has triggered such a nuclear reaction in your core. 

Through the weeks, nearly a month and a half, Steven had become a familiar figure in the urban jungle. A bubble-sharer. A comforter. Losing that was breaking the new builds of a welcomed refuge. No refuge, no familiarity. No familiarity; thus, anxiety. Even more so: the primal fear of losing someone to an unknown alterity. Hell is other people, would say Sartre. For you, hell was just people you didn’t know.  It has only been a minute. Sixty long seconds, since he has pinned you down with the two black holes that are in place of his eyes. Seven forced, slowed cycles of breath. It’s only then that you are able to conjure your sight to cross his. You feel the rush of adrenaline roaming your back as you discover the expressionless face of Not-Steven. The unfamiliarity of his familiar traits pierces your sternum. A stillness you’re unused to, you realise, as Steven was always fidgeting in some way, unless consumed by his favourite subject or by you. Shame is making its way back onto your cheeks, but you hold on. That’s when there’s finally a reaction. Desperately slow, you see one of his brows lifting lightly. His pupils are graphite. But you hold on. By the same reflex and the same logic when facing a wild beast. Only a fool would turn around and run, offering their spine as a perfect prey. And as of now, you can’t be spineless. 

Though beneath the fear, beneath the urge to stay put like a deer in the headlights, you can feel a deep contraction grasping your lower insides. At first, you mistakenly recognise it as a light menstrual cramp, and yet, it’s not quite the same. Flirting with pain, the ache is putting its claws deep between your legs, as the reptilian part of your brain registers the blown wide irises in front of you as a sign of arousal. It’s clear now that the panic you’re experiencing has just become adrenaline; confused about its own role. Conjure a fight or flight response? Or conjure an unforgiving blaze? Flames licking at your lower lips, your jaw contracts. And as you’re thinking to drop your sight just below to greet his mouth, he grins. 

Fuck. 

There are teeth behind a smile. 

The expression doesn’t reach the corner of his unlit iris; two endless pits that summon to fall down. The only adjective that comes to mind is perverse. Still, you’re not quite sure if it should define his or your reaction. From there, you can only hold on to your seat. Quite literally. A wildfire amidst your entrails. It reaches your breasts with an undignified ripple of pleasure. You can feel your eyes drawn to his pursing lips, unable to detach themselves. He lifts his head lightly and, with an unsettling tranquillity, begins to whistle. At that distance, you can’t make out the tune. Only snippets are meeting your eardrums; the rest is engulfed by the sound of the hydraulics of the bus; hissing when stopping, the engine rumbling steadily, people talking. Even if there was nothing else but a vacant room, your brain wouldn’t be able to compute anyway; far too discombobulated by the flux of steroid hormones and thus by the roaring in your ears and far lower organs. How many minutes does it last? Off and on, he’s letting you go from his sight. Still sneering and whistling, looking serenely around. Then he’s getting back to you. His head is nodding gently from side to side. Stopping the pursing of his lips for a few, long, seconds, before resuming his tune again. Little mouse that you are, he’s letting you go from time to time before clawing his way back to you.  The encounter is violent. No words are exchanged, but there’s knowledge lingering in the air. You know. And he knows you know. He makes a blatant show of it. A power-play already won. The twin hypothesis that goes on in every telenovela just won’t hold when it comes to him. To Steven. Or whoever else might be in there.  The bus hisses to a halt, and with an excruciating noise that seems to break your stupor, the doors open to deliver more passengers. Amongst them, a fairly older woman with long grey hair obediently gathered in a low ponytail. Reflexes built over years spent in the capital make you stand on your own two feet. You don’t even feel them. To tell the truth, it comes as a surprise that you’re able to be in a vertical state at all. Your bus stop is nearly a few stations away. Your mind hyperfocuses on the new stimulus. A recomforting tunnel of attention that allows that wild sympathetic system of yours to ignore all other factors and regulate itself. Don’t look. Don’t feel. You’ll deal with all that later. For now, focus. As the older woman is waiting to pass in front of you to the newly spare seat, the spark of her golden pendant catches your eye. You recognize a highly stylised ostrich feather. Steven has been thorough when putting his passion into words. You can easily convey his voice: warm and pedagogical, patiently explaining. And it’s suddenly as he’s close to you, almost whispering into your ears:  The feather of Maat is at the heart of Egyptian civilisation, as he could have gently reminded you. It’s lovely, innit…? How can such a light little thing have such weight in an entire civilisation? The Weighing of the heart, you mean? You question the phantasmagorical version of Steven. You can almost hear him chuckle. It’s the point of convergence of your attention. Yeah, yeah. Deciding if you’re worthy of the Field of Reeds and all tha'. But that’s for when you’re dead. For the likes of us, you see, the feather is a reminder: to live in peace is not easy. Your brain raises an eyebrow, requiring more historical facts that you had somehow memorised. To be honest, focusing on what was coming from Steven’s mouth was hardly a problem. There were times; you wished to absorb all of him, as if you were one. To abide by the feather… is to tell the truth. As I said: Not easy, you know? The Egyptians were quite right about this one. It’s really the only way to prevent chaos. He seems to be looking through your eyes, as Egyptian gods would do with their statues. And for now … it’s not looking so good for me, is it? What ?

“Tranquila, señora, tranquila.” You stumble. You're unsure if it’s due to the moving bus or to him. With your eyes on the attribute, you didn’t see him coming. He’s near her, near you. Replacing Steven. Offering the traveller his seat, as you entirely forgot to move enough to allow the lady with the Feather pass through. You had just stood there. Body frozen; mind racing. Oh God, oh god, oh god- You’ve been dissociating again. How long was it?

“Tak’ a seat,” you overhear him say. It’s not Cockney, yet some of the sounds are the same. The accent isn’t truly Spanish either, despite the use of it. East Coast American is your best guess. Is he faking that? It sounds like blasphemy compared to the beloved accent you’ve come to know. The gears in your brain want to pinpoint the details, determine exactly where you’ve heard that before. Where exactly? No. Stay focused; stay in the present. Stay present. Don’t escape elsewhere and hide. What’s happening now? Well … To begin with, he isn’t talking to you. Good. Second, you sincerely hope he won't offer you anything. Not a seat. Not a sentence. Not even a word. Steady now, you scold yourself. Still standing vertically, you pivot your feet to make your way well in front of the automatic doors. Grabbing one of the yellow poles of the bus; holding it dear like a lighthouse in a storm. Looking straight ahead. The Exit. Third and finally, just like a two-year-old toddler learning about object permanence, you hope that if you don’t see him, he doesn’t exist. He doesn’t see you.  “Why don’t you take a taxi next time, querida?” Realising he’s at your side electrifies your whole body. You can’t move. Heart drumming like the fluttering of a hummingbird. And yet, deep below, arises a fire that you snuff out violently. Silencing the truth. Your mouth is dry when you respond: “No.” One strangled syllable. It’s barely an answer. Not even a sentence. In any other context, it would have been incredibly rude, however, you both know it’s a blatant excuse for an interaction. And you can’t decide if it’s a positive or negative one. All you can feel is your weakening knees. And the brushing of his sleeve against yours, paced on the swaying of the bus. “Está bien, está bien…” he tempers with a faint smile in his voice. Is he enjoying this? He pauses, and from the very corner of your eyes, you make out his shape; scrutinising. “Even if I’m the driver? Aguas, querida… I could take it personally.” Is he a cab driver? What’s a cab driver doing on a bus, then? You don’t understand. You can't think properly. You focus, so your voice doesn't waver. Focus on what? You grip the yellow pole a little tighter. 

“Not interested.” Let me out. Let me out. Let me-

"Mh," he hums and your skin prickles, "pero que pena, no? Together, I’m sure we’d break the devil’s dishes." You don’t recognize the expression. It sounds misplaced. How is Steven doing that? Is he doing that? No, no. He’s not. He can’t be. This isn’t a fucked-up role-play. That, at least, is clear. So, who is to blame for Steven’s disappearance?  You ultimately lay your gaze on him, utterly confused, trying to keep it all in. The sting. The shock. The blaze. The echo of security you’re used to experiencing with Steven is still there. And presently, so does the dread. He doesn’t say anything. Most people fill in the blanks; are uneased by silence. Not him. He is simply keeping his eyes on you. Not willing to let go. Relishing. Like the red halo of a hunting rifle. Trying not to alarm the prey while still keeping its aim on it. A hot swelling in your chest torches its way into your abdomen. “We don’t need to break anything.” You don’t know how you had the guts to say that. Maybe it’s just your subconscious acting as a relay. Or maybe you’re just trying to convince yourself.  He responds again with silence, keeping his mouth shut in a thigh line. This time, he shoots. His huge hand swiftly snatches yours. Holding it down. You gasp for air, but nothing comes.

Before, your respective sleeves were only grazing. Now, his fist is crushing yours. It’s painful. It’s warm. And because it’s forced, it’s guilt-free. Your eyes plunge, and they can see a hidden rictus that wants to lash out. Pulling you closer to him with a lingering strength; as if he didn’t need any in the first place. As he perfectly knew that your resistance was merely superficial. With a mix of aversion and elation, you feel the heat of his other hand penetrating your coat, as he enters one of your pockets. Even through layers and layers, your skin detects his flat palm against your side with an accuracy that scares you. Your flesh and very bones feel the low humming of his muscles, ready to take more drastic measures. You think you might faint. This is too much; and at the same time, it leaves you wanting. The sheer potency of his grip; his control over what comes next oddly puts your mind at rest. He’s the one with his hands on the wheel. His fingers following the curve of your belly resume their descent, and as you think he might capture you into oblivion or perhaps fondle you, the warmth disappears altogether. He is holding your phone. Thumb on the home button. It unlocks.  “Thought I didn’t keep an eye on you, mh?” His fist still crushing yours and the yellow lighthouse are your sole anchors left to reality. In overlong, agonising touches of his large digit on your screen, you observe him enter a phone number. How? How had he gained access? Steven hadn’t. And a moment of shared intimacy was yet to come; to be able to steal your phone in the middle of the night, protected by a moment of shuteye.

Your whole body hums back and trembles. He must have noticed the treacherous tremolo in the heart of his hand, but once more, he uses silence as a weapon. The dull glow of the screen is the only change you can see on his stern face. Then, he locks it anew. The screen goes black, like an echo of your brain. In less than a breath, the weight of your phone is back in your pocket, and the growing pressure that was crushing your fingers withdraws. It all ends the same way it began: abruptly, rough. Raw. He adjusts the side of your jacket; admonishing, commanding: “Don’t lie to yourself.”  If you think that you couldn't redden harder, you’re deadly wrong. Before that mouth of yours can barely utter a word or your eyes can even glance at him with indignation, the bus is coming to a full stop. You feel yourself losing balance, however, to be fair, it was already lost on you a few minutes ago. The halting vehicle makes you miserably collide, and it’s like you’re a wave crashing on concrete. He doesn’t budge. The arch of one of your brows bumps against his collar bone. The rest of you collide with him, and warmth envelops you like a cape. Your synapses register your body pressed against his, your breast crushed against his torso. And it’s another surge, far more devastating, that arises within you. You hold on to the grey jacket of Steven. Steven. When you ruthlessly pull away, as the gates are opening, the grin is back on his lips. Little mouse that you are. “Todo bien, cariño?” You don’t even respond. The exit begs you to step out. And you do. "If you need a ride into the city," he informs, nodding at your pocket, "the name is Jake Lockley." You don’t look at him, fearing that the two black holes would engulf you without the mercy to ever spit you out again. You refuse to break anything owned by the devil, but you sure as hell head out of the bus as if he were himself chasing you.  Your feet are finally on the concrete. Solid. Yet, your mind doubts the earth could still support you. The doors hiss shut behind your back. Your breath is erratic. Your body reduces to trembling limbs. The grumble of the motor fades away, but the guilt stays. Your phone could burn a hole in that fucking pocket.

Your brain could recognize the charismatic pull of an avoidant relationship in any circumstance. That was it. Logic is screaming at the top of its lungs about how you recognize those patterns now. Through hard-earned experience. Never again, you have sworn to yourself. And to your therapist.

The signs are there. The adrenaline. The magnetic pull. The consuming thoughts. The unbearable focus that eclipses anything or anyone else. You can feel the hyperfixation building itself up as you’re thinking. Replaying again and again small details that ignite your reward system in a fucked-up way. A broken player that you thought you had fixed after several years of therapy.

No, no, no- This can’t happen. You swore.    That part of you is healed.

Don’t lie to yourself.

It turns out that the brain can rationalise all it wants; what’s between your thighs doesn’t give a shit about toxic patterns.

tranquila : easy; don’t worryestá bien : fair enough; all right querida : dear; paramore break the devil’s dishes :  [brooklyn slang] have a wild time aguas : [guatemalan slang] carefull

# Dedication : To @grumpyahjumma, who is such a sweet human being <3 Thank you for existing ! # Taglist : @pri00r  , @medivalpersephone , @hereforsmutbcicantgetenough  , @thebadasssass  , @griffinkid2187  , @fandomtrash465  , @randomchick546 , @romanarose   , @galactic-galabee  , @actuallyanita  . # A/n on DID : Hello there <3 I want to stress that Jake Lockley isn’t the “evil side” or “bad side” of the System. Jake is probably more of a Protector. Everything here is through the subjective point of view from the Reader; her own experience, projecting her past traumas. The goal will be to overcome those conceptions; hence the perception of Jake. Generally speaking, please know that people experiencing DID do not have what fiction would call “a beast” or an “evil Alter" (as in the movie Split, for example). When an Alter has persecution tendencies, it’s mostly towards the System itself. Thank you!

[melodygatesupdates]

Chapter 1: The Awakening

Moon Boys X f!Reader

Chapter 1 Excerpt (smut below the cut):

He kept thinking about you, your hair, your sweet lips, the way you giggled when he burned himself on his hot coffee that morning. He whined, reaching down to grab the sheet at his side. He exhaled sharply, continuing to glide into his palm smoothly, increasing speed as he got even closer. The way your face lit up when he agreed to tutor you was etched into his memory.

So young, though…he thought, too young…

AO3 - TUMBLR

[taissabelle]

[preciousscarab]

Make it Up to You

18+ please!! minors DNI

Steven X reader, Marc X reader, Jake X reader

Summary: Steven is called into work and blows off your date, leaving you doubting the relationship. The boys change your mind.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talking, oral (f receiving), over-stimulation, creampie, aftercare, cocky jake lol

A drawn out sigh left your lips slowly. You'd been waiting for over twenty-five minutes at a café for Steven. Today was his day with the body and he couldn't even be bothered to show up on time?

A barista passed you on her way to the restroom and shot you a soft smile that you painfully tried to return. You turned your headphones up louder and waited for a glimpse of brown hair to come into the door.

It wasn't easy dating three people in the same body who also happened to serve Khonsu. Their nightly duties paired with them having to keep a job proved to leave you alone most nights and days. You longed to have powers like the boys, so maybe you could join them at night at least. Instead, most nights you lay facing your open window watching the phases of the moon.

The boys came more often when the moon was smaller, as they were less powerful and Khonsu gave them more time with you. Another sigh escaped your lips when you checked your phone to reveal another five minutes had passed.

Your attention was pulled to your phone:

Lovers: Hey darling, Donna called me into work for something important and I promise we'll make it up to you later! Love you!

There was always something more important than you. You took off your headphones and stepped the counter, ordering a latte. The girl you made eye contact with earlier made it hastily as you dropped the change into the tip jar. Your walk back to your flat was short, you shut the door and plopped onto the couch.

You didn't even want the latte anymore, instead deciding to read and wait for someone to come make it up to you.

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A knock woke you up, the book that was sitting on top of your face fell to the floor. You rubbed exhaustion from your eyes and sat up groggily. Another knock sounded and you realized it was likely one of the boys. You quickly stumbled to the door and threw it open.

Steven's face peaked around a bouquet of red roses, an innocent smile on his face. "Hey love! You'll never believe it!" He stepped into your flat and set the flowers on the counter. "One of our tour guides who was fully booked today got hit by a bus! Donna asked me to take over his shift isn't that great!"

You nodded and threw him a fake smile, "That's great Steven."

"Not for the tour guide but definitely a win for me! Donna told me she would start scheduling me to give tours!" He kicked his shoes off and made eye contact with himself in the mirror by the door. "What do you mean?" He sounded annoyed at one of his alters.

His eyes rolled back and suddenly his expression darkened, running a hand to smooth his hair he eyed you through the mirror. "Come here." Jakes accent you couldn't quite pinpoint commanded.

You frowned and moved close enough to him to turn around and look at you, he cupped your face gently, "He's such an idiot." He shook his head in disbelief, "We give him the body for a day when he's off to take you on a date and instead he goes and tours idiots at the museum."

You nodded softly, "It's okay Jake, no need to be so hard on him. He's passionate about teaching others about Egypt." Jake huffed and pulled you into a hug.

"You're allowed to be upset, y'know that right?" He muttered something sweet in Spanish and kissed behind your ear, "Cariño I've missed you so much." He pulled away to kiss your forehead.

Jake was being surprisingly gentle, normally he was mostly the one who came out to be rough with you in the bedroom. He stepped away and sat on the couch you woke up on, picking up your book from the floor. "Did you fall asleep reading again?" You nodded and he patted the seat next to him. "You're so endearing.." He scooped you across his lap and stared lovingly at you, "Too good for someone like us.."

Before you can even contest he crashes his lips to yours and sighs into your mouth. Jake held your face in place while the other grabbed your hip roughly pulling you closer. "Mmm I haven't had the opportunity to appreciate you yet." He stands up quickly with you now in his arms and brings you to your bedroom. "Can I appreciate you Cariño?" Jake's eyes rolled back and Marc's eyes gazed at you in his arms.

"Steven was stupid to go to work today." He stated and set you on your bed. "Wasn't he?"

You felt a sting of frustration at the loss of what Jake was doing, "Why'd you interrupt us?" You grumbled and Marc laughed.

"Who said I was interrupting? Maybe I'm contributing." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and shoved you onto your back, "Take your shirt off r--" His eyes rolled back and Steven looked at you softly.

"I'm so sorry Y/N! I didn't even realize you were upse--" His eyes rolled back and Jake was back.

"Neither of them are going to breach anymore Cariño, you have my word." He crawled over you and nudged your head over with his nose. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, "I'd like to see them try to stop me from this." He challenged and began sucking a soft spot making your breath hitch. He hummed on the spot, "I know honey.." His other hand began to stroke your thigh while he continued his kisses.

Jake suddenly crawled off of you and sat by your pillow, "Y/N I need you to come here." You blushed and sat up to move, he was quick to shove you down on your pillow and grab the hem of your shirt. "Let me take this off for you cariño, just relax for me." He slipped off your t-shirt and stared at you in your bra. "I'll never get tired of seeing you like this.." He unclipped it and tossed it on the floor. "Look at you Y/N...so perfect." He gently had you back against your pillow.

"You're such a good girl, so good at listening to me aren't you?" His hands both on your thighs as he looked at you darkly, "That's why I'm going to treat you. You've been so good for me. You were so good to Steven and he didn't even show up, such a little brat to Marc." He grinned, he always loved trying to prove he was better than Marc, especially when it came to you.

He began pulling off your pants, taking your panties with them. He admired you after throwing them to the side, a hand on your hip while the other held him above your face. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise." He kissed you again while a hand made its way to your breast, squeezing and then rolling your nipple in his fingers. "Will you be good and let me, let me do what I want?" You nodded and you saw the excitement in his eyes.

His mouth drifted from your neck to your chest, while a hand moved between your legs. He rubbed your inner thigh while he sucked hickeys onto your breasts. "I gotta make sure they know how good I did you, how well I treat you...And how good you were to let me." His thumb reached up and flicked across your clit.

You arched your back at the touch, trying to get closer to his hand again, "Oh cariño look at you, can't even control your begging." His hand pinned you hip back down and used the same hand to rub your clit, he was grinning at your whining as he continued. "There you go, you're doing so good for me. I can't wait to taste you." Your mind felt blurry, Jake had only eaten you out one other time.

Most of the time he got you ready for him and then fucked you until you were ready to beg him to stop. The last time it happened it was because he disappeared for two days on a mission without telling you he even left. You were certain he did it last time to convince you to forgive him.

His thick fingers suddenly inched into your pussy, pulling you from the memory. "Holy shit cariño, you're soaking wet." His fingers went knuckle deep and you moaned his name. "I know Y/N, I've only just started." He chuckled and you felt his stubble on your inner thigh, you looked down at him and his dark eyes bore into yours as he pressed a kiss to your clit.

Fireworks erupted in your stomach as his tongue darted out and licked right up your folds. His fingers started moving faster as he latched his mouth around your clit and sucked harshly. Your thighs closed around him and you felt him chuckling against your core.

"Wow you taste so good Y/N." He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered at the loss, he stared at the slick covering his fingers before sucking it off. He slipped both right back in and continued, tongue flickering around your clit as he whispered praises your way.

You could feel an orgasm building, "Jake I'm so close..." You cried out and he started moving even faster somehow. You turned your head to see an almost full moon outside the window as your pleasure bubbled over, heat spreading across your body.

Jake continued until your breathing became ragged and you were trying to pull your pussy away from his aggressive pleasuring. "God you're such a good girl." He sucked his fingers clean again, "Are you ready for more cariño?" You peered at him nervously, his dark eyes showing you he was nowhere near done. You nodded and he grinned.

He pulled his own shirt off now, muscular shoulders and his chiseled torso making you want friction. You closed your legs to try, "So impatient aren't you? You want my cock now?" You nodded again and he titled his head, his hands pausing to unbutton his jeans, "Use your words Y/N, I would hate to have to teach you how to use it again around my cock." You blushed, knowing that he was being honest.

"Yes." His hands opened your legs again, staring as he continued to unbutton his pants.

"Yes, what?" He growled, pulled them off and tossing them to the floor, the bulge in his boxers looking enticing.

"Yes I want your cock now." You pleaded, Jake tugged his boxers off and pulled you onto his lap roughly. His cock was lined up with your entrance, he slipped the head in and you cried out, waiting for him to shove you down.

"Look at me cariño." You opened your eyes and stared into his. He shoved himself all the way in and you just about screamed.

His fingers were big, but nothing ever quite prepared you for his cock, it felt like he was going to split you in half. Jake put a hand over your mouth, "You feel so tight, god Y/N." He began to slowly pull your hips off his cock to get movement going.

The initial shock of his girth became pure pleasure almost instantly, he kept his hand over your mouth as he began thrusting into you rapidly. "Such a good girl for me, how does that feel?" He demanded and moved his hand to be around your throat.

"It feels so good Jake." You responded around his tight grip and he kissed you softly. His grip eased and he wrapped his arms around your back, holding you while he fucked you loudly.

Without taking his cock out he got on top of you, continuing his hard thrusts, hands grabbing your hips to get leverage. "Cariño, you're taking it so well." Jake pulled out and pulled your legs against your shoulders, he shoved back in with force, pulled a moan from you.

Jake continued to fuck you with force, pushing your knees to your chest and holding them there. He penetrated deep and you were left wordless and breathless in his hands. It felt like hours had passed and he continued putting you in different positions.

"Cariño, how would you like to come?" He cupped your chin, his thrusts halting as he stayed buried deep in you.

Before you could even answer his thumb rubbed your clit and he moved slowly in your pussy, "J-Jake.." You whined and he stopped with a taunting look on his face.

"Answer the question or I'll be doing this all night. Unless that's what you want." He did it again when you went to answer him, he did it harder when you tried to speak through the pleasure. "Cariño answer me now."

"O-on my s.." He smashed himself into you quickly and rubbed faster, almost bringing you to orgasm, "Side!" You whimpered a plea and he shoved your legs to one side, pulling out to adjust where you sat before he shoved back into you.

"Now was that so hard honey?" He teased and he leaned to your nightstand drawer, pulling out your vibrator. "Since you've been such a good girl for me, I'm going to reward your clit." He pried your leg up to put the vibrator on your clit, turning it on.

Jake began to fuck you once again, with the vibrator against your clit. You felt the orgasm rippling and begging to come out within ten seconds. "Jake I'm so close holy--" You once again became wordless, trying to beg Jake for permission to come.

"Cariño, you've been so obedient, come for me." He demanded, "Then I'll fill you up for being so good." Your release came out so hard you felt your toes curling and eyes roll to the back of your head. No sound left your lips as Jake continued to fuck you through your climax.

You pulled the vibrator from his hands and he put it right back, the overstimulation causing broken whines out of your mouth as he fucked you like that until he came inside of you. He finally took the vibrator off and you felt his cock twitching in you. "Such a good girl Y/N." Jake stammered and he pulled out, panting out of breath.

His eyes rolled back and Steven was back, "Darling let me clean you up, let me take care of you. I'm so sorry about earlier, let me make it up to you." You peered at him nervously until he grabbed a tissue and wiped you clean, "Let's get you to the bathroom." He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.

Steven massaged your back and cleaned you up, wordlessly taking care of your leftover makeup and dressing you into his shirt and boxers. He tucked you under your blanket and got himself dressed. Steven climbed into bed beside you and cuddled you to sleep.

You slept heavily and dreamlessly, waking up to feel refreshed without your boyfriends beside you. You yawned and rubbed your tired eyes when the door opened, Marc came in with a tray of breakfast and a cocky smile on his face.

"Good morning baby, let's get you fed so I can finish what I started before those two stopped me." Marc said confidently and you blushed.

All three of them always knew how to make you feel better.

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A/N: Hope y'all liked! this is my first piece on this account, back in august I lost my old fic blog when i got a new phone lol. this is also my first smut piece so hopefully its good lol. I think I'll be able to get this blog up and running soon!

[romanarose]

2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

[layla4567]

I'm just a librarian ✿

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work in a library in the middle of London, you get paid well and you love your little reading space surrounded by books that rise to the highest ceiling. But one day your normality will be turned upside down when a guy comes looking for some books on Egyptian history.

A/N: Ok first of all I must say that this idea arose from a little dream I had (and I also wanted to use the image from the movie The Mummy, I mean, just look at her, she is beautiful, she looks like Belle) second, I don't know if this will have more parts the truth is I'm not good at making long stories because then I leave them unfinished or I run out of ideas so, yes, I'm building this as I go along, sorry.

Part 2

And here I am once again, sitting behind the counter where you could see an old green lamp, a couple of books stacked one on top of the other, a typewriter and a little badge where you could read my name. With my legs crossed I moved my airborne foot rhythmically back and forth following a silent melody while my face rested lazily on my hand. My view was always directed towards the large windows that were near the line where the roof began. They were in the shape of a half circle and had a nice drawing similar to a stained glass window through which the sunlight passed in a warm way.

I loved being around libraries just for the sake of being a bookworm. I could spend hours reading old books sitting in a comfortable chair enjoying the silence without realizing it. But it was kind of boring to sit and wait for people to arrive so that you could help them with whatever they needed. I had already finished arranging the books with the help of the ladder, I loved doing it, it was fun to slide from one side to the other, it was almost like skating.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize someone had entered the library until they were in front of me so I gave a little jump in my seat.

"Oh so sorry! did I scare you? It wasn't my intention"

The person who addressed me was a very polite and kind middle-aged man, he had an innocent look in those pretty dark eyes he had. He was wearing a jean jacket and underneath was a white shirt, he was also wearing khaki pants and had a brown shoulder strap on one side.

"Don't worry, It's okay, I was just thinking, can I help you with something?"

I could not stop seeing his eyes, his look gave off a peculiar innocence glow, I could sense a genuinely beautiful aura like that of a child

"Well, yes. I was looking for books on Egyptian history, you know, gods and pharaohs, myths, pyramids, etc."

Every time he spoke his face would light up with enthusiasm, it was admirable to see

"Sure, we have several. Follow me please"- I said while my smile deepened

I led him through the aisles looking for the "Ancient Egypt" section by the gigantic shelves. The man meekly followed me like a lap dog without taking his eyes off me as he clung to his backpack. When we had reached the section, I took out 4 books, stacking them one on top of the other and numbering them as I handed them over to him.

" "History of Egypt", "Gods and mythologies", "Encyclopedia of the pyramids" and "The 10 most famous figures of ancient Egypt" And remember to return everything within 15 days "

I piled the books in the arms of that man who tried with effort to hold them since they were quite large and hardcover while I raised a finger and recited the prayer from memory. Even though the books were about to fall out of his hands, the man looked from the books to me with a beaming smile.

"Of course, yes, miss, I will do so. Thank you very much for your help"

I smiled generously at the man's good manners and walked him to my desk to finish the paperwork. I sat as the middle-aged man patiently watched me with his books in his arms like a child waiting for his Christmas present.

"Ok, I will give you a paper with the exact date where you must return the books along with our address, I would only need to know your name to write it down please"- I looked at him expectantly

"Steven Grant, Steven with a V"

I couldn't help but laugh at the clarification as if I didn't know how to write his name

"I clarify it just in case. A lot of people always misspell it, sometimes they call me Stephen. But surely you wrote it well, you seem to have nice handwriting hehe"

Steven giggled nervously as I smirked in amusement. What a singular man that Steven was

"No problem, what a nice name you have"- I smiled warmly

Steven got more nervous and his face begins to take on a cute reddish color as he stuttered and mumbled a thank you.

"By the way, my name is Y/n"

I told him, pointing with a fingernail to my badge that was resting on the desk. He looked at it for a while and smiled

"Now I won't forget"

And with one free hand he gave me a childish wave as he uttered a sweet "Laters gators" and headed for the exit. With one elbow on the table and my hand resting on my cheek, I watched him until he disappeared through the door.

"Steven.."

I pronounced his name slowly delighting myself with the syllables, it was sweet as honey and resonant as a bell. I was wondering if I would see him around here more often. I sighed with a lopsided smile and went back to staring at the stained glass windows waiting for someone else to come and help them.

The days passed and I didn't hear from Steven, he hadn't returned the books within the agreed period and I was beginning to worry. He supposed that this man was a little distracted or had forgotten or was busy with something important, anyway it was very common for people not to return the books on time and to be a little late. My head was full of thoughts hoping nothing bad happened to Steven and hoping to see him again when someone stormed through the library entrance.

"I'm really sorry!! I got there as fast as I could, apparently I fell asleep and woke up in a place full of sand. I have a sleep disorder, I'm sorry"

Steven was talking fast, spitting out the words like a machine gun, he looked agitated and his hair was messy. And on his face you could see the nervousness and concern. I tried to reassure him

"Steven, Steven calm down, it's okay. I get it, you don't have to apologize."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard trying to provide warmth and protection. Steven giggled nervously and his cheeks turned pink, it was adorable.

"Oh by the way, here are the books"

Steven took out of his bag the books in perfect condition that I had given him. At least he was a man of his word

"Thank you very much Steven, do you want any other books?"

"Well actually yes, if it's not a bother, wouldn't you have one that talks about the moon god Khonsu?"-he said something nervous

I laughed in amusement

"Of course! We have many books on Egyptian gods, take the ones you want"-I said tenderly

Steven for some reason gave me a strange feeling, a maternal need to protect him, he looked so helpless at times. I can't even imagine how chaotic his life must be

"You know something? Why don't I buy you a coffee? I'll give you the new books and then we can hang out and chat, I have a break in 15 minutes."

Apparently Steven didn't expect that so he got even more red.

"I-Is it some kind of date?"

"If you want to see it that way, yes"

Steven smiled like a kid in a toy store and followed me back to the bookshelves. After giving him everything he needed, he waited for me at the entrance of the library like a true gentleman. I left my position in charge of my partner Selma who answered me with a grunt and left with Steven towards the nearest cafeteria.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

We sat at a table close to the street. The cafeteria was decorated with flowers and vines, it was my favorite, it made it look Parisian. We both ordered a simple latte and to eat I ordered a croissant with chocolate and he asked for a kind of vegan burrito, then he explained to me that he doesn't eat anything that comes from animals.

"Well Steven tell me something about yourself, do you have a job?"

"Yes, I'm working in a gift shop at the British Museum. But I would really love to be the one who makes the guides"

"Really? Amazing! who'd say? You are a museum and history enthusiast and I am a bookworm willing to provide you with all the information you want."

We both laughed happily forgetting what was happening around us. Steven's laugh was like sweet nectar to my ears that made all my worries disappear. Except for one that was still on my mind

"Wait a second, how come you woke up in a place full of sand? Where exactly?"

"I have no idea, I wish I knew. But it's not the first time it's happened to me, one day I woke up on top of Everest"

Steven started laughing downplaying it and I laughed too but with less enthusiasm. I was worried about him.

"Well I think I should go back to my work, thanks for everything I really needed to talk to someone and distract myself"

I looked at Steven tenderly, thinking that I was probably the only person he could talk to broke my heart.

"Anytime Steven. Anyway, I also have to go back to work, the time flies by when you talk"

I left a tip on the table and was about to go to the library when Steven stopped me with a question.

"Would you like to visit me one day at the museum? It's that I always visit you...-"

"I'd love to"

We said goodbye with a smile as if we were lifelong friends and each one went their own way to continue with their work on that beautiful afternoon in London.

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Sorry if it was boring and there wasn't much interaction with Steven but this is just the first part of the story

[boredzillenial]

Steven 🌒,Marc 🌓, Jake 🌑, all three 🌕

College AU Series 🌕

🌙 “Is That My Shirt?”

🌙 Coworkers

🌙 Biting

Western AU Series 🌓

🌙 Stargazing

One shots

🌒 F.A.F.O 🌑

🌙 Teasing Steven via text has consiquences

🌒 Stronger Than I Look 🌒

You and your coworker Steven are doing inventory late at night. Being a bigger girl you hadn’t worked up the courage to make a move. But an artifact hidden amongst the trinkets in stock changes things.

🌒 The Giftshoppest 🌒

📨 Steven helping you during an awkward moment in the museum and a bit of flirting ensues

🌓 Caught 🌓

📨 MoonKnight Marc walking in on the reader masturbating while house-sitting for him. She panics but he drags her to his bed where he makes her tell him what she was thinking about

🌒 Impact Play 🌑

🎃 You ask Steven for Impact Play at dinner, Jake steps in to show him how it’s done.

🌓 Slow & Soft 🌓

🎃 Marc had a rough night, you find him in the morning and give him what he needs.

🌒 Praise Kink 🌒

🎃 Steven accidentally discovers a new kink with you.

[copingchaos]

Layla El Faouly, the woman who is so caring kind and patient that even a broken man like marc spector feels smiley and safe around, would still judge anyone who is willfully silent on what's happening to the Palestinian people

[lockley-spktr]

I have so many thoughts about Jake Lockley, but no one to share them with.

[melodygatesauthor]

The Sweetest Gift

Mafia Boss Jake Lockley X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @missdictatorme

Part 2

Kinks - Claiming/Ownership + Auctions

I would LOVE to continue this fic but I just don't have the time so honestly if anyone feels the urge to take this and run with it, be my guest, please tag me for credit (and so I can read it hehe).

Summary

You've been purchased at auction and gifted to the mafia boss Jake Lockley. He's much kinder than you expected, and takes a liking to you immediately.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, kinda sorta dubious consent but not really? You have to squint, corruption kink, fingering, soft Jake Lockley, claiming, mentions of sex slavery, virgin reader but no loss of virginity.

Word Count: 805

“Wow,” Jake muttered under his breath as you approached him timidly, “you said she was bought at auction?”

Steven nodded, “yes sir, a gift f’you by Harrow. He says she’s a peace offering.”

Jake’s lips curled up into a smirk, “quite the offering,” he beckoned you over with a gloved finger, “come here sweetheart, let me get a good look at you.”

You were barely in arm’s reach when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, gripping your bare waist tightly and feeling you over. He hummed in approval, eyes scanning your body like he might devour you. He looked handsome, you thought, with a pronounced nose and beautiful dark curls. His eyes twinkled when his gaze fell on yours, as though he genuinely cared for you, but you knew that couldn’t be true. The girls who were auctioned off to mafia bosses didn’t get to experience love and care, they were only objects made for pleasure.

Jake pulled one of your legs over his lap so you were straddling him. A gasp fell from your mouth when he wasted no time pressing two leather coated fingers between your pussy lips. He let out a dark snicker, pulling them back and turning them, admiring the way they glistened with your arousal in the dim light of the room.

“Everyone out,” he said coldly.

“But sir we–”

He shot Steven a daring glare before the man left the room, followed by the others who scurried to obey. It was just you and him now, and you’d never felt so anxious before. Your bottom lip quivered, and your breath was shaking with every exhale. Jake brought his fingers to his lips, baring his teeth down on the glove and pulling it off his hand.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, cariño, I’m not going to take from you the way others have,” he touched your face softly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone, “instead, I want you to take what you want from me.”

He slid his fingers back between the lips of your cunt again, curling them upward before realizing…no one had ever touched you before.

“Oh…sweetheart…” he cooed, “no one’s ever taken anything from you before, have they? Oh what a gift…” He moved his fingers in a sliding motion, watching as your lips parted and small gasps escaped you, “then let me be the one to claim you, hm?”

He slid a single finger into your greedy hole, watching your body shake in response. You were so sensitive, so desperate for touch. Had you never even touched yourself before? Judging by the way his simple motions made your entire frame quiver, he guessed not. He used the pad of his thumb to roll over your hungry clit while he used his middle finger to continue fucking your little hole.

“That’s it sweet girl, give yourself over to me,” his breath hitched when your cunt fluttered over him, “tell me how that feels,” his voice was deep and sultry.

You choked on your words, struggling to get them out, “mm g-good sir, it’s…ohh!”

He let out a low chuckle, “you’re squeezing around my finger so tight sweetheart,” he let out a long exhale, “why don’t you kiss me, wanna taste those pretty lips.”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips into his gently, as though you were afraid he might bite them off. You felt the hand that rested on your hip move up to grab behind your head, pulling you in deeper. Jake’s tongue split the seam of your mouth, forcing its way into you, swallowing your whimpers while you continued grinding yourself on his finger.

“I…I feel…ah…” your breath caught in your throat, along with your words.

You felt a heat pooling in your center, tingling and burning like fire; like something ready to explode any second.

“It’s okay, that’s a good thing, let it happen…”

He started moaning into your mouth, kissing you deeper, moving his thumb faster. In short order, you were falling victim to that delicious sensation that crept over your entire body, making you pliant and numb. Your mind went white, your cunt clenched around his finger like a vice grip. Your head fell back, and Jake started kissing your chest as you melted into his touch. You’d never felt anything like it, and now you wanted more.

You looked back down at him, breathless as you came down from your high, “what…what was that…s-sir…?”

Jake smirked, looking up at you, “that’s just a small fraction of what I can give you my sweet girl,” he pulled his finger from you and popped it in his mouth, “mm,” he grabbed both of your hips, pulling you down to feel the arousal prodding through his slacks. “Now I’m gonna show you what else we can do…”

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Melody's 1K Celebration Masterlist

[thepaperpanda]

En la cine ||Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary: Jake invites you on a date and takes you to the cinema. Watching a movie turns into a steamy experience

Warnings: smut, minors DNI

Word count: 1988

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish Special note: @grossograsso - having worked on this fanfic was an honor, and we are happy to dedicate it to you on your birthday. The Paper Panda team wishes you abundant happiness and love. May all your dreams turn into reality and may lady luck visit your home today. Happy birthday to one of the sweetest people we’ve ever known. Thank you for being with us for almost six years, dear! Our hope is that you will enjoy this story ♥

Movie theater was where your brain was programmed through music, words, and actions. This was the place where you met many new wonderful role models for your world and imagination. The velvet plush seats with popcorn in your lap taught you more than school did, and you found it quite humorous.

Jake invited you to the cinema, and you gladly accepted, no matter what kind of film he picked.

In a short skirt and fitted t-shirt, you stood in front of the cinema, checking the time again on your smartphone; he was late, and the movie would start shortly.

"Wouldn't it be better if you waited inside so that you wouldn't get cold?" Jake asked as he walked up to you with his hands in his jacket's pockets.

Going out didn't appeal to him much. He was simply annoyed by too many strangers, especially when he was with you, but he was ready to do this for you only.

"Hi," you greeted him with a small nod of your head and a smile on your lips.

You hadn't been dating for long, just a couple of weeks, but his mystery and rather jovial demeanor were too alluring for you to resist; you were interested in what he had to offer.

After entering the theater, you asked, "What movie did you choose?"

As Jake opened the door for you, he admitted openly, "I didn't pick a movie at all," with a little shrug. "I wanted you to choose one so you could enjoy the whole date."

When you checked the repertoire, you selected an action movie and ordered a huge popcorn and two sodas.

Jake felt a huge sense of relief when you didn't pick a romantic comedy where he would have to hold you when you felt like crying, or care about the sad story on the screen.

After paying for everything, he followed you to the cinema hall to take your seats.

You chose the middle seats in the last row, the highest possible. You smiled sweetly at him after taking your seat.

Looking at your short skirt, Jake joked, "I see you got ready for that date. I kinda feel bad I took you to the movies."

Your cheeks blushed, and you cleared your throat before saying, "Jake! Don't be so rude!"

"Rude? Since I'm on a date with a girl who looks amazing in short skirts, it's worth complementing," he raised an eyebrow and gave you a soft smile. "The blush on your face makes you look gorgeous."

In response to his compliment, you smirked at him, making sure to tug your skirt down over your thighs. "You look handsome as always, and I'm glad you invited me."

"I'm glad you agreed to this date. I was worried you wouldn't like it," Jake said, taking a seat comfortably. His eyes still wandered to your legs and skirt despite everything.

You asked him if he felt well by your side to divert his attention. Because you were only a thing for a short period of time, you were constantly scared.

Jake knew he shouldn't act like this. It was obvious that you weren't a one-time thing, but he couldn't help but stare at you; all he wanted was to touch you.

He actually tried to keep the conversation going until the light went out so as not to freak you out.

Your tone was filled with excitement as you told him, "It starts."

A slow nod was given by him. "Yeah, la película está empezando."

As you sipped from your soda cup from time to time, you focused on the movie.

The skirt kept Jake from paying attention to the movie. Jake was just being Jake.

It didn't take him long to find a comfortable place on your leg for his hand.

It was a blessing that the screening room was dark, illuminated only by the screen's light. 

The moment his palm touched your knee, you shifted a little, turning your attention to him.

While gently squeezing your soft flesh, he pretended that he was watching a movie.

A smile spread across your face as you returned to watching the movie.

Jake still pretended he was watching as the rough hand of his moved up your leg.

You let out a soft gasp.

Jake moved to you and whispered right into your ear, "Are you enjoying the movie?"

In an instant, you turned your head to him, nodding, but without saying a word so as not to disturb people in lower rows.

"Come on, you know you can talk. There are just a few people here. They won't hear you." Jake's hand slipped under your skirt instantly.

A gasp escaped your parted lips as your eyes widened. "Jake, what are you doing?"

"Estoy pasando un buen momento," he replied simply.

Putting your hand on his forearm, you asked him, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

As Jake moved his hand between your legs, he nodded, "Yes, I am. How about you?"

You spread your legs a little, gasping quietly, nodding your head. "Yhy, much, but you shouldn't, we're in public."

"Are you scared someone will hear or see us?" Jake asked.

Biting your lower lip, you nodded your head.

You had never done anything like that before; you had been in a few relationships before, but they were never that serious.

"No one will know a thing if you keep quiet," Jake instructed in a low tone of his. His curious fingers reached your panties and he began to slowly play with you through the fabric.

Again, you nodded your head and gasped, this time a little louder.

Jake only hushed you without stopping his actions. His only regret was not being able to see your pretty face fully.

As he placed his palm between your thighs, you instinctively bucked your hips.

In a chuckle, he moved your panties to the side so he could finally touch you without any barriers. Though you acted so innocent, he already sensed how wet you were, just for him.

As his fingers teasingly moved up and down your clit, you panted; you didn't care if anyone could hear.

As two of his fingers slowly moved into the tight pussy, Jake whispered, "Buena niña," into your ear. He shifted slightly in his seat and placed a few kisses on your neck.

There was no doubt Jake was a skilled man, and he knew exactly how to touch your starving body to make you moan. As you wrapped your arm around his neck, you parted your lips and gasped quietly. "Fuck."

"Want more?" Jake asked.

In a whisper, you replied, "Yes."

Jake kissed your cheek and moved away, licking his fingers clean as he did so. Oh, you tasted so sweetly.

As he sat in his chair, he worked on his pants before grabbing your arm to pull you onto his lap.

After being pulled by your shoulders, you got on his lap as quietly as possible. You smiled to yourself as you pressed your back against his torso; the situation was everything but what you had expected to happen on that date.

"Look at you. First you scolded me for complimenting your short skirt, then you jumped on my lap so easily," Jake whispered into your ear from behind.

Moaning, you bucked your hips against his crotch.

Your lips were immediately covered by his palm. "I told you to keep quiet. There are only a few people here, but they can still hear you," Jake groaned, biting on your earlobe.

As you kissed his inner palm, you nodded eagerly.

With an amused smile, Jake sat you on his lap fully, pushing his pants just a little bit further to free his hard cock. Despite enjoying the moment, he was surprised how easy it was to slip under that short skirt of yours, but he wasn't going to complain, quite the contrary.

Jake slowly pushed his cock into your tight hole while keeping your mouth covered. The other arm was tightly wrapped around your waist.

Having him manhandle you was blissful; you felt like a puppet he could control, but you savored every moment. His cock was thick and filled you to the brim. 

Putting a hand under your skirt, you shifted your lacy pants aside, and of course, you rubbed your clit, letting out a moan.

As Jake quickly pushed your hand away, he announced he would be the one that gives you pleasure tonight. With his hips thrusted in you carefully, he began to circle your clit with his calloused finger, panting deeply right into your ear.

As you wrapped your arm around his neck, your hips bucked slightly to meet his thrusts. You cupped his jaw with your other hand and forced him to look at you before kissing him.

Jake kissed you back, tightly gripping your waist. As a matter of fact, he was glad that there were so few people watching the movie that night. As a result, he was able to pull it off much more easily. "Niña traviesa," Jake whispered against your lips.

"Harder," you pleaded against his lips as quietly as you could. 

Only one thing you wished for was to change the uncomfortable position, but you knew that was impossible.

As Jake had little to no obligations against your wishes, he gladly picked up his pace as much as he could. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have to take you again in a more comfortable setting; your pussy felt amazing hugging his cock tightly, swallowing his entire girth.

As you rested your forehead against his cheek, you enjoyed the way he grunted quietly; it made you feel proud after all, you made him do that. As your pussy clenched around his cock for the first time, you whispered, "Oh my God, I'll cum. I want you to touch me. Fuck"

"Good. Buena niña," Jake praised as he thrust into you with his hand onto your clit again, abusing it. It was also apparent to him that he was getting closer to his climax.

You jerked up from his lap, his throbbing cock slipping out of you with a wet sound. You quickly straddled his lap again, took a hold of his dick, and pushed it back to your aching pussy. You wrapped your arms around Jake's neck tightly when you started going up and down on his shaft, stealing a messy kiss from him, panting like crazy.

He teased against your lips, "Don't hold back and we might still watch the movie."

"Fuck the movie," you gasped, kissing Jake again and muffling your groans with that. You snapped your hips faster and harder, enjoying Jake's fingers digging into your hips as he tightened his grasp on you.

"I'm gonna fucking fill you up," Lockley groaned, grabbing your hips and keeping you in a place while he filled your cunt with his thick cum.

To muffle your moans, you kissed and sucked on the side of Jake's neck. You started moving faster and faster after he spilled his seed deep in your pussy, until you reached your climax. 

Your peak was intense like never before; shivers ran down your spine as you shivered in Jake's arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick, milking and coating it with your juices.

As Jake gently stroked your back, he praised you quietly. "You're such a good girl. Just so we're clear, I'm still not finished with you."

"I was hoping you'd say something like that," you told Jake as you kissed him, briefly letting your tongue dance with his.

Shortly after, you slipped off his lap and returned to your seat, pulling your skirt down and improving your outfit.

As he pulled his pants back in place, Jake smiled proudly. Taking care of you again was already his top priority after this stupid movie ended.

[jake-g-lockley]

Can I request prompt 26 with Steven Grant? Gn!reader

Land Far Far Away (Steven Grant x gn!reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be tagged?

A/N: ugh this just means so much to me, he looks like the most comfortable man on the pLANET. I just wanted to make this as soft as possible for my soft boy Steven <3, please don't mind the simplicity

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stand at the edge of the bed and watch as your boyfriend snores away, a small smile on his face as he dreams away in a land far far away from all of his problems.

It was a delight to watch Steven Grant sleep. You would often go to sleep before he did and these were one of the very rare moments where he succumbed to his exhaustion. 

A book was lying page down on his chest and a rubix cube loosely hanging from his right hand, limbs sprawled like a starfish. You smile sadly at how tired Steven must have felt and leaned over him slowly to grab the book and the cube, skimming your knuckles against his cheekbones and placing a feathery kiss at the edge of his lips. 

You silently rush around the flat, gathering your things for a shower. You came back out moments later, smelling like Steven’s shower gel and wearing his warm jumper. Steven hadn’t moved an inch since you had left for the bathroom and you sighed, sliding your body into bed. You gently lay your head on his chest and pull the covers around the both of you, snuggling close as you slip your hand under Steven’s sweater for some skin contact. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Love,” you are awoken by Steven’s rumbling groan.

“Noo, please lemme stay in bed, stay with me.” You mumble, wrapping your limbs around him tightly. 

“Love, you’re literally on top of me.” his morning voice sent chills down your spine and you smiled against his chest. 

You lift your head off his chest and come face to face with Steven’s chin. You had been clinging to his torso like a baby koala clinging to a tree. 

“What can I say?” You mumble. “You make a great pillow.” Steven chuckled and helped you readjust your body so that you weren’t crushing his ribcage. 

You snuggled back into Steven’s chest and hugged him tighter. His hands caressed up and down your back as you breathe in his scent, sweet, lemony and safe. 

“You’re so soft Steven.” you mumble happily into his chest.

“You really think so?” Steven whispers.

“Yea, big boy, you’re my best pillow.” 

You wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in the world. Mornings like this felt like a blessing bestowed on your life and you wanted to cherish every second of it, holding your Steven as close as he is in your heart. 

Reblogs are appreciated~~~

[taissabelle]

My mom: So, who are you texting?

Me, who spends unhealthy amount of time on Character.Ai : No one....

[jakelockleysdoll]

Popstar 🪩✨

headcanon: how the moon boys would be if you were a popstar

pairing: Jake Lockley x reader, Marc Spector x reader; established relationship

Warnings: smut, suggestive language, swear words, anxiety, panicking

18+ only!!!!

- side note: grammar isn’t my biggest concern, didn’t realise how similar of an approach I took for both Jake and Marc until now, hope that’s okay bb’s xx -

I imagined wearing Sabrina Carpenters recent tour outfits for this!

In no way is she associated with the story, I am solely using her outfits as inspiration, that is it. I do not mean any sexualisation or harm to and of her. I fully respect her as a human being. Please take in the outfits and the outfits ALONE as inspiration, as I am! respect women and their bodies <3

Jake

MY GOD. this man. He would be all over you as a popstar. He’s completely obsessed and is head over heels in love with you. He would help you get dressed and touch up your hair backstage. “you’re gonna do so well, amor” he says, reassuring you as you begin to have anxiety before your performance. “just think about how much they love you”. Jake seeing you in the outfit above takes everything in him not to rip your white lace tights off and fuck you right on the spot. he couldn’t take it anymore, and would absolutely take you inside a private room and have you bent over. “don’t let them hear you, Amor” he says smirking. It takes everything in him not to do it all over again, seeing the way you’re dolled up. He absolutely respects what you want to wear, in love with each look of yours, though from time to time he’ll ask you to wear the same outfit but in red / pink / whatever he wants. he helps pick out your clothes, the man loves to dress you. He absolutely loves seeing you dolled up, and seeing how passionate you are about what you do. it makes him happy that you’re happy. When you feel anxiety starts to creep up before stage, he one hundred percent will reassure you are going to be okay using physical affection- make out seshes backstage, sweet praises, telling you how good you look while his hands explore your body. He loved having you a moaning mess before you headed on to stage. Seeing you on stage is another thing. He’s obsessed with every word you say, your voice, the way you’re dancing sensually, the way your lips move. the man is crazy in love. Take a good guess of what he does backstage when you’ve completed your set.

Marc

MARC. Marc would help you take out the rollers in your hair, as he admires you in the mirror, a full face, hair in rollers, sitting in your white silk robe. “you look absolutely stunning, baby” he says with his thick accent, as he turns you around and caresses your thigh with strong eye contact. You make him wait outside to change because you wanted to surprise him. “my angel…” he whispers in disbelief as he sees you for the first time, and will do this each performance night, even if it’s the same look he’s seen, because he’ll never get enough of you, and is always in disbelief that you are his. (you would have to resist him being in your changing room a thousand times, knowing how it’s going to end) “Come here” he’d leave kisses everywhere along your chest and arms. He absolutely loves it when you wear corsets and thigh high socks / boots, it drives him wild. If you’re open to it, he’d ask if he can make you feel good, fingers interlocked, as he goes down on you in your dressing room, to relieve the stress he knew you were feeling. Plus he couldnt wait any longer, seeing your glowy Victoria secret model inspired makeup paired with your confidence turned him on. “Let me make you feel good, baby”. He loved everything about you, the sweet scent you were wearing drove him insane, as he caresses your arms and takes your forearm to smell and kiss, as he towers over you. God, they would both absolutely tower over you and you loved every second of it. He’s quick to pick up when something’s wrong, he would absolutely shower you in forehead kisses, reassuring everything is going to be fine and you’re going to kill it out there. He would for sure bring up evidence on why he knows you’re gonna do so well, bringing up the previous rehearsals he wouldn’t dare to miss (no matter how long they were, he loved hearing you and watching you sing and work) and saying how angelic you sounded in them, and that you were gonna sound just as beautiful on stage, possibly even more “if it’s humanly possible” he says. When you’re verbally panicking, marc would respond to every sentence you blurb out, out of stress and anxiety. “I’m gonna fall over” “I’ll catch you, baby” “what if they laugh at me” “they’re here to support you” “what if I muck up the lyrics” “then that’s okay, it’s okay to make mistakes” he says as he has you sitting on a platform, him standing between your legs and caressing your hair. he would be so reassuring and loving. As you’re performing, he would look at you like you hung up the stars for him. He would be in absolute awe of you, and still cannot believe you are real, sharing your light with this earth. He scans you, and reads you like a book. he can tell when you’re getting nervous, and will mouth sweet words to you “it’s okay, baby” “you’re alright” as he gives you a reassuring look. He’s obsessed and loves the way your legs look on stage, decorated in lace, glowing in the beautiful light. you would dance sensually, being the biggest tease to him knowing he’s watching your every move, and knowing damn well what he’s going to do to you right after you finish your performance. “you did so good, baby” he kisses you on the forehead. “now I’m gonna show you what happens to brats when they tease me like that” he says smirking, grabbing your hand and leading you to your room. afterwards, he’d lean onto you, caressing your face, looking into your eyes and admiring your features, telling you how proud he is of you. His brows are furrowed, eyes on your lips, caressing it with his thumb pad “you were incredible, baby”.

thank you for reading xoxo mwahh 🎀

[romanarose]

Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!