#jake lockley x male reader

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him. 

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams. 

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector 

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you. 

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic. 

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted. 

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist. 

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you. 

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please. 

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley 

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches. 

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you. 

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it. 

Poe Dameron 

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García 

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking. 

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you. 

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara 

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private. 

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

[hellsburners]

you got me

summary: marc finds you wearing his shirt and a pair of short shorts pairing: marc spector x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, kinky marc, bottom!reader, marc hates short shorts (secretly loves it) a/n: thanks to this lovely prompt (also i might make one for jake and steven too if i have the time)

masterlist | more moon knight

Marc came home to a quiet apartment. It was clean, as always, with all of Steven’s books arranged on the desk and Jake’s favorite clothes ironed on the clothes rack. He couldn’t help but smile, dating you was probably the best thing that could happen to them. 

“Baby?” he called. “You home?” 

“Yeah, I’m here!” you said, carrying folded clothes to Marc’s closet. He took off his coat, dropping it on the couch. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m fine,” he stretched his back muscles and cracked his neck, the fatigue weighing in. “Just need a drink that’s all.”

You came out of his room, wearing his shirt and shorts too short. Marc’s thick eyebrows furrowed as you walked to the kitchen trying to get a wine glass for him. 

You felt a finger on the back of your thigh, running up your skin till it reached the hem of your shorts. “Where’d you get this?” he whispered. 

You grab the glass from the cabinet, leaving it on the counter. Marc’s eyes follow your movement, his hands snaking around your waist. “Get what?”

“These shorts,” he said, palming your ass through the cloth. “They’re a little—provocative?” 

“It was very hot today,” you said. “And I cleaned the whole flat!” 

“And you’re wearing my shirt,” Marc whispered, smelling himself on you. He pressed a kiss on your nape, sniffing on the base of your neck, his arms toying with the barrier between your skin and the shorts. 

“Go sit on the couch I’ll bring the wine,” you smirked. 

Marc sat on the couch, manspreading while holding the empty wine glass. He bit his lips, the sight was downright obscene. As you reached for the wine on the top shelf, your shirt would lift to the point that he could see the garter of your underwear. Marc’s cock turned in his seat.

“Come sit on my lap,” he said, pulling you to his lap before you poured the wine. You cheered before taking a sip, the bitter liquid burning your throat. 

Marc’s hands snaked all over your smooth legs, he lifted your leg from your ankles to place kisses all over your legs. You squirmed under his embrace, burying your face on his neck. 

“Marc—” you whimpered. He made you straddle him, his ass practically slapping your ass. 

“I’m gonna fucking rip these shorts off you,” he said, kissing you in the process. He held your chin, his other hand going under your shorts. “Your legs are so pretty—and that fucking ass,” slapping your ass again making you shudder. 

“I didn’t know it would have this much of an effect on you,” you wail, “I could’ve worn something shorter.”

“Try me.”

“I’m pretty sure Steven liked it when I wore these shorts.”

“Oh he liked it very much,” he said, his hands reaching under your shirt finding your nipples, he toys with them, eliciting a whimper under your breath. 

You grind on his lap trying to give his growing erection some friction, a groan leaves his lips. Your hands rest on his chest, using it to stabilize your body as your hips roll on his cock. 

Marc bites his lip almost drawing blood trying to stifle his moans. He grips on the hem of your shorts pulling them down to nearly expose your ass as he leaves hickeys all over your neck. 

“I’m gonna rip this off you,” he declares. 

“Marc—”

You unbuttoned his trousers, palming his dick through his boxers. His hands linger on your neck, running through your hair as you release his cock from its confines. 

It was already leaking with precum, you use the wetness as lube for your hand, stroking his thick shaft. Marc takes his jacket off, his body already warming up, sweat dripping on his forehead. 

“Can I ride it?” you pout.

“No, baby,” he said. “You’re bending over for me tonight. Go to the bed, on your hands and knees.”

“Oh.”

“And keep your clothes on.”

You did what you were told, waiting in the room staring at the stark wall waiting for him. You hear the door creak he is silent, but you hear his belt jingle as he walks. You feel the warmth of his hand on your back, pressing it down so your ass was pointing towards him, your shirt pooling on your shoulders leaving your back bare. 

His fingers reach under the hem of your waist, simultaneously pulling with so much force tearing the thin cloth and splitting it into two pieces—the fabric rips like the sound of thunder behind you. Marc does the same to your underwear. 

“Marc!”

“Now that it’s out of the way,” he said. “I’m gonna play with this all night,” massaging your ass before he dives right in, licking and sucking on your hole drawing whimpers from your mouth. 

He spits on your hole, using his fingers to enter it. He curls his fingers to play with your prostate, the sheer amount of pleasure made your legs wobbly. He takes a moment to nibble on the fatty mound on your rear, leaving hickeys as his fingers continue to play with your hole. His other hand finds your erection, stroking it.

You continue to writhe and whimper under him, your mouth dripping with saliva, your eyes rolling back into your skull, pure ecstasy enveloping your being. Your hands grip tightly on the sheets, leaving dents on your palms. Marc smacks your ass from the continued assault. 

You could hear Marc stroke his cock, the wet sounds were so lewd it led to your cock ache even more. You wanted him to use you, to draw out all the moans, to punish you for offending him. 

“You’re so hot baby,” Marc uttered. “Need this every day.”

“Please—I need you already.”

“Need me, how?”

“Inside me—please.”

That does it for Marc. He teases your hole with the tip of his cock, tracing it around with its wetness. He presses in, the tight muscle enveloping it. Your back aches but he persists, pressing deeper until it’s fully sheathed inside you.

The two of you let out guttural moans, tears welling under your eyes. Marc bends down to grab onto your hair, pulling at his hips to push in. There was a rough side to him that you know, but maybe it was the shorts or the fatigue, but tonight he was rougher, his grip on you tighter. 

“So fuckin’ tight—”

He thrusts, over and over. The sound of skin slapping and your cries are the only things your neighbors would hear. His hand pushed you down the bed, his other hand at your side for support. 

You stroke your cock, practically leaking onto the sheets. Marc whispers sweet nothings to your ear, and a drop of the wetness on his lips drips down your ear. He nibbles your ear, your hands still gripping onto the sheets. 

He flips you around so that you’re facing him, placing your legs on his shoulders. He thrusts back again into you, the base of his cock hitting your ass on each stroke of his hips. The veins on his hand bulge as they sit tightly on your wrists, pinning them above your head. 

Precum leaks from your tip, pooling on your abdomen. Marc takes some with his index finger, scraping it up from your belly button to your chest, and brings it to your lips. You lick your essence from his fingers, the salty bitterness on your tongue. He bends down to share your wetness with a kiss. 

“It tastes good, yeah?” 

You nod, your eyes scrunched up from all the stimulation. You could feel your core tighten, the heat pouring through your veins. Marc leaves light kisses all over your skin down to your collarbone. All you wanted to do was take him in your embrace.

You pull him in, your nails digging into his skin leaving red marks down his back. His dark curls tickle your face, his head buried in the corner of your neck. He ruts into you faster, harder, more forcefully. You let out cries that break through the hot atmosphere. 

“Babe—I’m close,” you whine. 

“I know baby, I know,” he coos, caressing your cheeks. “You gotta be patient though, –need you to wait for me.”

“I’ll try—” the tears blurring your vision. The pleasure coming from Marc’s cock was intoxicating, the heat of our muscle combined with his thrusts almost drove him to the edge, teetering for release. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

“Can you cum inside me?” you begged. You held his face in your palms, relishing his beauty as he fucked you. His long lashes and his thick brows scrunched all over. It was adorable. 

“If you want me to,” he groans. “Anything for you.”

Marc moved his hips with such grace and power it was finally the time for release. He kissed your lips, moaning from the moment the two of you reached your climax. Marc, thrusting erratically, as you stroke your erection one last time. Your wetness shoots all over your torsos, his cum filling inside you leaving a warmth fullness. 

He pulls back from this kiss, staring down at you with dark eyes. He pushes your hair back, caressing your cheek with his thumb. Your breaths heave trying to catch some air. 

“My pretty boy,” he lets out. “Wear those shorts again and I’m fucking your brains out.”

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[miguel-owhora]

jgngh thinking about jake lockley with a big dick!mreader :3333 hngfh he'd be running on adrenaline, just barely getting off his moon knight duties. maybe there's a couple splotches of drying blood on him, who knows.

point is, he has you cornered when he's on his knees and mouthing at your clothed cock, fuck. he can practically feel the warmth, feel how that girthy thing throbbed and twitched to life, pressing against your pants. he'll pull it down and wrap his gloved hand—newly changed just for this moment—around your cock. he'll press a kiss to your thick cockhead, smirk and pin you with his eyes as he enveloped your cock into his mouth.

he'll go slow and sensual, slowly bobbing his head and letting his tongue do the work. lick at your salty slit, at the pre that peaked through, at the angry vein running along the vein. as he goes deeper and down to the base, he'll let his jaw go slack to fit your girth.

he's definitely the type of guy to get off to you moaning, not to the actual sound but at the fact that you're moaning because he's making you. jake'll grab his cock through his pants and strokes himself through his pants, his eyebrows will furrow.

anyways, he'll pull off with a slick sound, licking at his lower lip. he'll jerk you off, force you to make eye contact if you look away. jake'll position his head next to your cock as he pumps your cock, with a sharp smirk plastered on his face.

"c'mon, fuck my throat." jake will challenge you, arrogant and mean. "and do your worse."

[joyful-soul-collector]

Eclectic Ensemble

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x gn!reader (reader wears slightly more masculine clothing but other than that it's pretty neutral)

Summary: Reader decides they're going to ask the moon boys out on a date. Things do not go perfectly to plan

Tags: SFW, asking out, neighbors to lovers (is that a tag??), swearing, uhhh reader is a major fucking dork who talks to their cat like it can understand them, no TWs it's all fluff

Wordcount: 1288

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You couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d had crushes before, and those were tolerable, you would daydream, but you’d snap back to reality at some point, and go about your day like normal. 

With the man across the hall though… that was something else entirely. 

You tried to convince yourself it was just the mystery of him, the fact that he seemed to have three different accents depending on the day, how one day he’d be cheerful and awkward while the other he’d be suave or stand-offish or nervous. 

But you couldn’t convince yourself of that, because even after he explained to you that he had DID and was not in fact a method actor of some kind, you still found yourself fascinated by him despite the mystery being solved. 

Fascinated by all three of them honestly. 

You’d talked to each of them in the hall before, learned things about them, even visited Steven at the museum a couple days ago. That’s what started it honestly, you’d chatted for hours after he got off work, each of them periodically switching out to have turns to speak with you. Sitting next to them by the fountain, rambling on about anything and everything as the sky grew darker and darker, it was the most fun you’d had in ages. And by the end of the night, with the way you couldn’t seem to shake the thoughts of them, you’d think you were in love with all three of them.

Which is also part of the reason you were so nervous to be doing this. 

You folded the collar of your dress shirt down, sighing at your reflection in the mirror on your closet door. 

“What do you think? Too much?” You turned to look at your cat, who was sitting on your desk, not at all minding that she was wrinkling all your papers. She stared at you for a moment, then licked her paw. “Yeah. Too much.”

There’s no way they’ll say yes, you thought as you unbuttoned your shirt. Even if one of them likes me back, what’re the chances the other two will be willing to date me if they don’t like me? Even lower chances that two of them will be interested, and definitely not all three of them. This is such an awful idea, why the hell am I doing this?

As you were undoing the third button you heard someone walking down the hall outside your front door. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for alarm, but you recognized the voice drawing closer and closer. 

“Yeah, I know it’s your turn to choose dinner tonight, but I’m just saying, could you maybe not go wild with the hot sauce this time? You always do that and then leave me and Steven to deal with the stomachache after--”

A voice speaking in Spanish cut him off, and you would’ve started laughing if the panic hadn’t seized you right in that moment. 

They weren’t supposed to be home this early! You were supposed to have another hour to get ready, to rehearse what you wanted to say, to work up enough courage!

You didn’t even stop to think about what you were doing because you could hear them getting out their keys, and if you didn’t do it now you weren’t sure you ever would. So you sprinted to your front door and flung it open. 

There stood the man you’d been waiting for. It was clear that Steven was the one who dressed them that day, wearing his oversized clothes, but the perpetually frowning face 100% belonged to Marc right now. He glanced over his shoulder at you. 

“Oh, hey Y/N! How’re y--” He cut off as he fully turned around to see you, and it was only then that you remembered exactly what you were wearing. 

Not only was your shirt halfway unbuttoned, but you were wearing a rather old tank top underneath it, your bedhead was not the hot kind, you didn’t have any shoes or socks on, and of course, you were wearing a pair of fluffy blue pajama pants covered in cat fur. 

Marc was clearly trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working very well, and for a moment you were glad for it, as Marc seemed to smile the least out of the three. 

“I uh--Well I--Okay I was going to ask you something,” you said with an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through your hair as a nervous habit, but also just to try and get it under control a bit. “But just--Just hang on, lemme put on actual clothes--”

“Pfft, you’re fine, we don’t care about that, you should see the things Marc tries to make us go out in some days,” Jake said, his Spanish accent replacing Marc’s American one. “He would wear pajamas to work if me and Steven didn’t stop him. Go head, what’s up?”

You stared at him for a second, and in that moment you remembered exactly why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them. 

Because no matter who was talking to you, each of them had that same soft look in their eye. The one that made you feel instantly better after an awful day, that made you smile when you were worried, that made you feel like you could be yourself in a way no one else did.

The one that didn’t care at all how disheveled you looked right now, only about the question you wanted to ask him. 

“Do you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for coffee?” you said. Jake blinked, and immediately his demeanor changed, his head tilting to the side as fidgety fingers rose up to touch the strap of his bag. 

“You mean, like a date?” Steven said in his British accent. “You’re asking us out? All of us?”

You nodded and suddenly felt like looking anywhere but at their face, running a hand nervously through your hair again. 

“You uh, you guys can think about it of course, you don’t have to answer right--”

“We’d love to,” Steven interrupted. You looked up to find him smiling brightly at you, the excitement so evident in him he practically glowed. 

“Really? ‘We’ as in, all three of you?”

“Yes, yeah, er, well we've been meaning to for a while really, we wanted to ask you at the fountain the other day but… I dunno, we weren’t sure you liked any of us that way, much less all three of us.”

You gave a small laugh and leaned your arm up on the door frame, shaking your head. 

“I honestly don’t know how I couldn’t like all three of you. Really it’s a surprise that all three of you like me.”

You gestured pointedly to your rather comical outfit, and Steven laughed. 

“I dunno,” he said, tilting his head and gazing at your eclectic ensemble. “It’s kind of cute, in a messy sort of way. Jake and Marc think so too.”

“Oh? Well maybe I’ll wear this on our date then.”

He laughed again, and you chatted for a few more minutes, long enough to set up a coffee date for Sunday, before Jake said he needed to get started on dinner (much to Steven and Marc’s annoyance). 

Once you were back on your flat with the door closed behind you, you punched the air with triumph, letting out a laugh of both relief and excitement. 

“YES, yes yes yes! Fuck yeah!” 

Your cat stared at you with her head cocked as you did a victory lap around your living room, before returning to licking her fur, and you liked to imagine she silently believed in you all along. 

THE END

If you made it this far, congratulations, you have read the first x reader fic I have ever written lol. Lemme know what you think, I hope you enjoyed!

[lieutnt]

KINKTOBER - #9

in public w/ jake lockley x top!male reader kinktober masterlist sorry it's late today but wanted to make sure I wasn't rushing it before posting and it ended up being longer than I expected.

Your offer to wait outside is cut short as Jake pulls you through the door before it can shut, the resulting bang! echoing off the walls louder than needed. You slide onto the bench enclosed within the changing room - it’s uncomfortable to sit on but you’d rather sit than attempt to dodge around Jake trying on clothes. He hooks the clothes he had brought in on the hangars on the back of the door, shrugs off his jacket and hands it to you. Your eyes roll, apparently dumping it on the space next to you was too difficult for him, but you take it anyway, half-folding it and placing it down.

He tries on the shirts first and you occasionally chime in with a comment, slightly distracted every time his sculpted torso is revealed. If he notices he doesn’t say anything, checking the appearance of each one in the mirror before trying on the next. He steadily makes his way through each item, sorting them into piles of ones to keep and ones to leave, and when he’s finished he switches to the pants.

A few regular pairs make their way on and off his legs, nothing too noteworthy, but then he picks up a pair that as soon as they slide on, are very form-fitting. They hug his ass tightly, accentuating the perfectly formed globes and Jake knows it, arching his spine slightly to push his ass towards you, and with a barely concealed smirk he turns to you, “What do you think?”

You stand up and step towards him so your hands can reach around to cup the fabric, “They look really good.”

His arms link around your neck and he tilts his head in an innocent look that Jake’s never managed to pull off - you’ve wiped blood off him far too many times to believe it - lips curling into a smirk, “How good?”

Your grip tightens, “It’ll be a shame when I pull these off later.”

Jake scoffs, closing the gap between you to slant his mouth over yours, humming into the kiss when you start to reciprocate. “Why wait until later?” He murmurs, nipping against your lips when he pulls back.

You step back to the bench, twisting and pulling Jake with you so he sits on your lap facing forwards and you can smooth your hands around his waist to drag the zip down, only bothering pulling the pants down far enough until his underwear is revealed and you can pull them down too, stopping when you see what’s nestled between his cheeks.

Running a finger against the plug you grip it to push and pull, smirking when Jake rocks back against you. “I can see why you were so desperate, greedy thing.”

Jake chuckles, always hungry for you. “Thought I’d be prepared just in case,” he remarks, as if he hasn’t spent the entire day intentionally riling you up - fingers barely leaving you alone as they slid up and down your arms, brushing past you closer than necessary just so he can rub his ass against your crotch, purposefully bending over in front of you and sticking his ass out, and now practically giving you your own personal strip tease.

You grip the bulbous plug, slowly pulling it out and tossing it on his jacket (he’ll probably complain about that later). Your fingers quickly replace it, stretching out his slick hole as Jake rolls his hips back, unashamedly groaning into the open air. You don’t really care if anyone else can hear, mind already made up about that state you’ll be leaving Jake in.

He complains as you withdraw your fingers, turning his body and ready to make a comment but his mouth stops as he watches you draw your cock out, spitting on your hand to lubricate your strokes and he’s quick to settle back on your lap, rubbing your shaft between the cleft of his cheeks.

Once you’re fully hard and dripping pearls of pre onto his skin you grab his hips to draw him up, aligning yourself with his hole as Jake sinks down on you, a groan leaving your lips as your cock is swallowed by warmth.

Jake sets the pace, bouncing up and down on you quickly, the messy, wet lube spreading between your bodies and resulting in audible smacks as he takes you to the root, rhythmic moans pouring from his mouth when you rut your hips to match his. Your hand slithers around his waist to curl into a fist around his cock, pumping him in time with his bounces. 

As the minutes pass by, pleasure floods your body at Jake’s movement, now uncontrolled and rapid as he chases his peak, making sure to grind down against you every time your cock knocks against his prostate. He focuses on that spot, using you as if you were just a toy for his pleasure until he’s slamming himself down in your lap with a loud moan, body tensing as his cock pulses in your hand and he paints your knuckles white, ropes of cum streaming down your fingers. 

Rolling your hips as much as you can you continue to fuck him, stretching out his own pleasure as you try to keep climbing your ascending high, the clenching of hole like a vice around you, warm and tight.

Pleasure begins to blur into pain as you overstimulate Jake, although he encourages you to keep going, the masochist in him enjoying it. When you warn that you’re close he moves in time with you, pushing himself back as you push forward to completely suck you in.

With a few more thrusts and some encouraging moans from Jake you’re tipping over the edge, forgetting to quieten your moans as you hold him close with a tight grip around his waist, keeping him pressed against you as your cock jerks in his hole, body enveloped by satisfaction.

You’re not sure how much time passes as you sit there in silence, only able to hear your rapid breathing as you both fight to come down, orgasm still fizzing in your blood as the last of your spend dribbles out, Jake pumping his body back a few times to make sure you’re drained.

Drawing your hips back so your cock slips out you watch as cum slowly oozes from him, two fingers quickly scooping up the drooling cum to push it back into his clenching hole while your other hand searches for the plug, humming in satisfaction as once it’s placed against his rim it’s swallowed easily with little resistance, keeping your cum locked inside.

With a pat on his ass Jake is standing on shaky legs, one arm resting against the wall to balance himself as he struggles with getting dressed, mumbling curses no doubt directed at you in Spanish under his breath. Once you’re tucked away and looking presentable you lean over to help, shimmying up the layers and kissing away the disgruntled look on his face.

Opening the door you both step out carrying a pile of clothes each. Jake takes a few testing steps before you’re following by alongside him, “So you think I should get these?”

You tuck him into your side, “Absolutely.”

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Feeling You Can't Fight - Chapter Three

Not Beta Read - Masterlist - Pride Event Fic 🏳️‍🌈

Written for the @flightlessangelwings pride event - (Yes this was written for the 2023 pride event and I'm trying to finish it before pride 2024 I'M SORRY).

Summary (Entire Fic Summary)

After replacing the loathsome former staff manager of the National Art Gallery in London, you find yourself all too interested in one of your employees in particular. Manager and employee relationships aren't allowed, and even if they were, you aren't sure if the nervous gift shoppist would be interested in you anyway. There's only one way to find out...

Reader Inclusivity

Reader is not race coded, is a cis man, taller than MK by a few inches, British, ex military, has a big peen

Tags/Warnings (for entire series)

NSFW, writer is NOT from the UK so please be gentle, I did my best with UK terms and such, smut, anal sex, oral sex, anal creampies, cum eating, cum swallowing, rough sex, Marc has DID, reader has mild PTSD, PTSD symptoms, trauma responses, semi-public sex, praise kink, fluff, comfort, angst, romance, love, forbidden relationship (boss and employee), minor physical violence.

Word Count: 3.1k

“Wait love wait!”

The entire demeanor of the man in front of you changed into the sweet, caring man that you were smitten with. You let go of him, stepping back and looking down at him with a furrowed brow. You felt your heart racing as your fight or flight kicked in. Steven looked nervous as he stepped forward, pressing his palm to your broad chest.

“D-darling I…well…we have something we want to share with you and I thought that if we’re getting more serious then…no time like the present yeah?”

“Steven…what’s going on?” You were trying not to express your irritation with him, but your balled fists gave you away.

“M’gonna let Marc tell you everything but you have to promise not to hurt him, yeah?” Steven looked up at you, brows turned up and knitted together as he awaited your answer.

He gulped, rubbing your clothed pecks with his hand, smoothing out the wrinkles in your button-down. He tried smiling at you, biting his bottom lip. You didn’t like making Steven so frightened so you let out a deep exhale. If he wasn’t scared or in danger, then you didn’t need to be so on edge. You nodded slowly.

Steven let out a deep breath, “right then, gonna let him out now.”

You watched in awe as Steven’s eyes rolled back in his head and then his body changed again. He stood a little taller, and his expression appeared a little darker. The man breathed deeply, looking up at you before pulling his hand off your body as though he’d been burned. He averted his gaze. You could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks get a little more rosy.

“What the fuck is happenin’?” You asked in a serious tone.

“Look, I told Steven you weren’t ready for this conversation but he insisted we have it so…here we are. He said it was gettin’ serious with you and he didn’t want any more secrets between you two,” he cleared his throat nervously, “my name is Marc Spector.” The man shrugged, “I guess the easiest way to tell you is to just get it out there so…I have an identity disorder as a result of my childhood trauma.”

You both stood silently for a moment while you absorbed the information. You recalled your time in the British Armed Forces, and some of the horrific things you’d seen. Trauma caused the brain to do amazing things; Things that were difficult to explain sometimes. You understood trauma well. You looked at Marc’s face, seeing the seriousness behind his eyes. This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t some guy trying to mess with you, or pull a fast one on you. This was a man who had been through something horrible, or several horrible things, and it caused his mind to tear at the seams.

You nodded in understanding, “alright, yeah, I don’t know everything there is to know about identity disorders but, I’ve got some mental issues of my own mate, keep goin’.”

Marc nodded and exhaled in relief, “well, my…our mom…��

You put a hand on Marc’s shoulder, “s’fine, you don’t have to explain it t’me.”

“I…Steven, wants me to, he wants you to know, and he’s right…I need to be the one to tell you, because I’m the one who was there.” He looked away from you and at the floor, “our mom used to beat me, she hated me.”

You squeezed Marc’s shoulder gently. His head jolted up, glossed eyes meeting with yours. He shook his head, as though he were begging you not to make him continue.

“I meant what I said, and I’m talkin’ to Steven too…you don’t have to explain this t’me. I understand.”

“Fuck,” Marc said, turning away from you and covering his face in his hands.

I was awkward as hell to stand there while Marc cried, but you were glad he was getting it off his chest. You wondered if he’d ever shared this with anyone, or if it was only you. Either way, you knew he wasn’t sharing for his own sake, but instead for Steven’s, and you could respect that. When you look back now, you think that on the same day you met Marc, was the day you fell in love with him too, but you didn’t realize it yet.

“There’s another one too,” Marc looked at the water glass on the table.“Steven, I have to tell him.” You watched the - from your perspective - one sided conversation between Marc and Steven. “You didn’t want to keep this a secret but you want to keep him a secret? St–” Marc grumbled and then looked at you, “I’m telling you, even though Steven doesn’t want me to.”

“Tellin’ me what?”

“Jake is the third one of us. You may never meet him, but he’s here nonetheless,” Marc let out a sharp exhale, “We don’t really see him much either, but…the three of us get along…kinda.”

“Well, if he’s part of Steven’s life, then I look forward to meeting him,” you gave Marc a kind smirk.

You watched Marc’s entire body language change. It wasn’t like before when he switched from Steven to himself, but instead, it looked like his entire body relaxed with your reassurance. Marc looked like he might collapse and start crying again right then and there. You wondered when the last time he’d talked to someone about this was…if he’d ever talked to someone about this.

“Damn. That was…easier than I thought. You took that surprisingly well,” he said, giving you a tight lipped smirk.

“Had a boatload of therapy,” you shrugged, “I learnt long ago that you can’t really tell how the mind is gonna deal with trauma.” You thought now was as good a time as any to change the subject, seeing that Marc was getting uncomfortable again. “So are you…do you like…” you pointed to yourself. Of course you would hop from one uncomfortable topic to another.

Marc’s eyes shot wide once he realized what you were suggesting, “no, no, I like women, one hundred percent.”

Marc crossed his arms and cleared his throat nervously.

“But this, Steven and me, that doesn’t bother you?” You asked.

“Oh, oh, no. Steven’s happy, and the way I see it, that’s the only thing that matters,” Marc’s lips managed to curl into a smirk.

You could tell he cared about Steven, and so the two of you had that much in common, but that wasn’t the last time you saw Marc. You saw him again when you and Steven got into your first argument. It wasn’t anything serious, but it seemed to upset Steven enough to force him into the headspace.

The argument was stupid, and if you were being honest, it was a little funny. Steven walked into your office one afternoon, closing the door behind himself. He was stammering, as he often did when he was thinking about what he wanted to say faster than the words could come out. You chuckled, standing up and walking over to him, cupping his face.

“S’alright love, just tell me what’s wrong,” you brushed your thumb over his stubbled cheek.

“Gettin’ fed up with Linda not pickin’ up her mess in the break room,” Steven groaned, “I know s’not a big deal, not really, but I told her three times to pick up after herself and she still acts like a right slob.”

“Steven, that’s not really somethin’ I deal with,” you said as he huffed out a frustrated breath.

“I know, sometimes I just want to complain a bit, yeah?”

“C’mere,” you said, motioning with your finger.

He walked back over to you and pressed his face into your chest, “I’m irritated.”

You wrapped your arms around him, “I know darling,” you pushed him back at arm’s length, but I know something that might help.”

Steven had joked about wanting to blow you under your desk, but he’d never actually done it yet. In fact, he hadn’t blown you before at all. He acted like you were doing him a favor when you sat down in your big office chair with your legs spread out and his face between them. The way his eyes went wide with excitement and he started drooling you would’ve thought he was the one getting a blowjob.

He looked hungry, fumbling with the button and then the zipper of your pants as he released your cock from its confines. He always - always - made a comment about how big you were. His eyes crossed as your dick lined up between them, and he seemed breathless despite not yet having done anything at all.

“Steven, darling, might be too big f’you to fit in your mouth, it’s alright if you don’t want to.”

He looked up at you, putting a hand on either of your thighs.

“I want to,” he said softly.

Steven licked a stripe up your length, forcing your cock to twitch in response. You grabbed the arms of your chair as he repeated the gesture. You bucked your hips upward involuntarily. Steven giggled and looked up at you.

“Ooh, needy…” He wrapped his fingers around your girth, pumping up and down slowly, “you’re a bit leaky too love.”

“Are you gonna keep teasin’ me, or are you gonna be a good boy and take this thing like you were made to?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steven nodded with a shaky breath, smile fading at your words. You felt bad being so verbally rough with him sometimes, but you knew he enjoyed it. Whenever the two of you were in bed together it was like flipping a switch, making him hard in an instant. You slid down further in your chair, moving one of your hands to the back of his curly head.

He licked up your length again before taking the head in his mouth. You shuddered seeing Steven’s lips stretched around your fat dick. It seemed like he really was made to take it, sliding over the length as though his gag reflex was nonexistent. You exhaled sharply, feeling the way his tongue rolled over the underside of your shaft.

“Oh god Steven, takin’ me so well love, that’s it, just like t-that,” you pushed him down over you even more, “you tap my knee if it’s too much darling, don’t wanna hurt you.”

You felt his throat contract around you. There was still more to go, and you wanted nothing more than to see your entire dick disappear inside his precious mouth. You brushed a thumb over his cheek.

“Relax your throat, Steven, open up f’me,” you felt his muscles relax and you were able to push in further. “That’s it, that’s my good boy.”

Steven moaned over your length as he started bobbing his head in a delicious rhythm. He took one hand off your thighs and you heard the clank of his belt while he started freeing his own cock. The sound of him jerking himself could just barely be heard over the sound of him choking on your dick.

He looked up at you with affectionate and tear glossed eyes when you carded your hand through his hair. You bit your bottom lip and started rolling your hips slowly forward into his mouth, brushing your pubes against his nose as he took every single inch you had to offer.

“Steven, you sure you’ve never done this before?” Your entire body trembled, “s-so good…”

You heard the distinct sound of footsteps approaching the door. You both froze.

“Steven, you locked the door, yeah?”

Steven, in fact, hadn’t locked the door.

Steven made himself as hidden as he could in the space under your desk, where the intruder wouldn’t be able to see him. You rolled up as close as you could get without crushing him in there. John, your boss, walked in, smiling big. He stepped over, putting a hand on the varnished surface of the desk, leaning in to talk to you.

“Hey! Just stoppin’ in to tell you I think you’re doin’ great, and those reports you sent me yesterday…perfect.” He patted your shoulder and you jumped in response.

You felt Steven between your legs trying to put your cock back in your pants, but struggling given its current…state. You were close before while he had it buried in his throat, and that hadn’t changed in the seconds that had gone by. You were still close, and him moving it around wasn’t helping that issue. You kept your eyes on John, but tried like hell to push Steven’s hands and face away from you, but to no avail.

“Well I’m…oh…” you cleared your throat, “I’m glad you l-liked them.”

Steven didn’t get the hint, he was still sliding his hand over your length, trying to get it back inside your boxers. You couldn’t try very hard to stop him, or it would be obvious you were trying to do something under your desk, so you stopped trying, and just hoped that John would leave before…oh god.

You slammed your hand on the desk, “f-fuck!”

To John, you must’ve looked insane, like you were staring at him wide-eyed and shouting for no apparent reason. To you and Steven, you were coming, hot ropes of your spend hitting your boyfriend in the face under the desk. You managed to keep yourself from saying anything too telling, and you kept your breathing level…as level as you could.

“Fuck I forgot to sign the agreement for the…the uhhh–”

“Oh! For the new display going into the Ancient Egypt section of course! I’ll go get that right now!” John chuckled, “glad you remembered that, I’ll be right back.”

As he walked out, you rolled back in your chair to see Steven’s pretty face covered in globs of your spend. He looked pissed off, crawling out from under the desk and grabbing a few tissues from your desk to clean himself off.

“Darling, what’s wrong? You’re the one who–”

“You…did this…all over my face!”

“Love, I couldn’t help it, you kept touchin’ me and–”

“And,” he held a finger up, “and you could’ve locked the door before havin’ me do that in the first place!”

“Steven, you could’ve locked the door yourself when you walked–”

“I wasn’t plannin’ to come in here and do somethin’ like that now was I?”

You could see the embarrassment in his flush cheeks. He seemed exasperated, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. He wasn’t really mad at you, but you doubted you’d be getting another ‘under the desk’ blow job any time soon.

“Now your boss knows what we were doin’ and he’s gonna make you fire me and maybe he’ll even fire you and–”

“Stop…” you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead.

“No!” he pushed you off of him, “no, m’not gonna let you just kiss this one away. We could’ve been caught, you’re reckless and this isn’t like me at all! I don’t do things like this!” Steven stormed out of your office, passing John on his way out.

That was it…that was the argument.

You supposed that with Steven never having really been in a relationship before, an argument with his first ever significant other could be upsetting, despite it being such a silly thing to argue over. Taking that into consideration, you decided to tread lightly when you got home, toeing off your shoes in the entryway of his flat when you arrived almost silently. That’s when you noticed that Marc was there, not Steven.

“Hey,” he said, tipping back the beer in his hand and then holding it up, “want one?”

You shook your head, “no thanks.”

It was like Steven had a roommate. At least…that’s how it felt. Marc was the more stern one, like he was the polar opposite of Steven, but you didn’t mind. You liked the company regardless. Marc was a good guy, you could just tell. After a couple of minutes talking about the weather, the two of you managed to get into something more serious. 

“You said you’ve been to therapy? Mind if I ask what for?” Marc took another swig of his beer.

“Uh, PTSD, spent a few years in the British Armed Forces and then got myself honorably discharged after…” you sniffed out a laugh, “maybe I will take that drink after all.”

After a few drinks, you and Marc were trading war stories and with it, your tales of trauma. You wondered how long it was going to take him to open up to you about why and how Steven came to be, but there Marc was, letting down his always stoic demeanor in order to open himself up to you.

He cried, and you opened your arms to him.

“No, no I told you I’m not…that’s not my thing…”

You laughed, “s’not a ‘thing’ to hug someone when they’re sad, Marc. C’mere…”

You tugged his jacket and pulled his rigid frame into your arms, wrapping them around him tightly. At first he was stiff, still mumbling some protests, but then you felt him exhale, like his entire body were a balloon being emptied of the air inside of it. That’s when the heavier sobs came, tears spilling out of his eyes and onto your forearm.

“Steven is so good, and sometimes I think it would just be best if I don’t ever come out. Sometimes I think that the world would be a better place without me in it,” he said between heavy cries. He looked up at you, “Steven could be happy, and be with you all the time and–”

“Steven would miss you, Marc,” you looked into his eyes, seeing the pain he felt just made you want to hold him closer, but you knew that would only make it more awkward.

You didn’t have to worry about feeling awkward though, because he leaned up and slotted his lips over yours all on his own. You pulled back in surprise, wondering if he did that by mistake or not, or if Steven had decided to come back when you didn’ notice.

“S-Steven?” You asked, looking between his eyes rapidly.

He shook his head, “no, still me,” he said breathlessly, looking down at your mouth before pulling you in again.

You smiled against his lips, “how unexpected.”

Moon Knight Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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Moon Boys X Male Reader

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Authors Note: Don’t get me wrong but writing this made me crave pan dulce so my Hispanic ass drove to the nearest bakery to buy myself some conchitas ∩^ω^∩

Requested: Ooooh!! Moon boys with bf who owns/world at a bakery? || @luminescent-nightmares ||

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pastries, DID mentions, steven is adorable, bakery, language, drilled while writing this, entire system. Did research on DID if something doesn’t sound right please let me know!

Word count: 1.6k

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Jake was actually the first one to know about the bakery down the street and around the corner the smell of fresh baked goods could be smiles from miles away and that’s what lured the cab driver into the shop. He was surprised to find out that it was open at such a late hour only to find out that the owner kept it open twenty four hours. The owner was young and very energetic, his smile softened Jakes heart even though he was suppose to be cold hearted one who did all of the torture in his job.

But, this baker or owner was the one who melted right into his heart. He had given Jake a free drink and baked good, letting him know that new comers always got their first order free. When Jake bit into the fresh cookie he couldn’t help but moan in delight, the taste melting on his tongue. He didn’t know who this man was but he was positive that he was a god who made such amazing cookies. From that day forward he started visiting constantly to the point where he became a regular at Y/n’s bakery.

Jake had found out that he’d worked early mornings and late nights while the evening shift is covered by his own employees that he’s hired. There were rare days that he would close the shop and it was mainly on holidays. Only one time Y/n closed the bakery because he was on vacation and didn’t want to bombarded his employees with so many customers and instead gave them a paid weekend.

Jake was feeling miserable from his last job, wanting to visit Y/n bakery and eat one of his delicious chocolate covered croissants only to arrive at a closed shop. He was tempted to kick the door down but was quickly stopped by Steven. Both Steven and Marc didn’t find out about the bakery until later on when Steven found an empty coffee cup on top of his dining table with a very nice and fancy logo on it. Steven had asked Marc and Jake about it and Jake was nice enough to let him know about his secret bakery, telling the two that the owner made the best pastries.

Marc didn’t believe him but, Steven did. He’d memorized the logo and actually woke up earlier than usual one morning to get himself a hot drink and something to eat. Steven enjoyed sweet things and was excited to know what the bakery provided. Upon stepping inside the shop he’s surprised to notice that he’s the first one there, nervously holding his book bag close as he steps further into the bakery.

He doesn’t see anyone up front and swallows nervously, looking around at the interior of the bakery, his back facing the counter that he doesn’t notice the owner of the bakery stepping out from the back room. Upon seeing a familiar face, he breaks out into a smile.

“Jake!” He called out, getting the man’s attention. “The usual?” He asks, getting ready to prepare Jakes favorite drink only to be stopped by him, waving his hand frantically. “No, actually I—“ His accent change surprises Y/n causing him to raise a brow in questioning.

“I—wait, sorry.” Stevens eyes widen at the sudden realization, forgetting about their situation and alters. He mentally groans to himself and tries to come up with a lie. “Actually I’m Jakes brother, Steven.” He introduced himself.

“Jake never mentioned having a twin.” Y/n responds, setting his cup down and giving him a shy smile. “I apologize for the mix up, but either way. What can I get you today?”

Steven rubs his hands together, taking a small step forward to take a look at the menu along with the baked goods that he had in display. “Jake told me that you serve Chocolate covered croissants?”

“Oh! Yes, those are very popular here. Would you like to try one?” He suggests, tilting his head to the side as Steven nods. “Yes, please.” He watched the baker get to work as he moved comfortably around his own shop. “Any drink?” He asks.

“Tea perhaps?” Steven winced at Jakes teasing while Y/n nodded and quickly began to get his drink ready, getting everything done at the same time and sliding it over to Steven. “Here you go.”

“How much?”

Y/n shakes his head. “I don’t charge new comers, enjoy it while it’s warm.” He declines Stevens money and with a faint smile, Steven takes his food and drink, bidding him a soft ‘goodbye’ and stepping out into the early morning breeze. Once he’s far from the shop he’s quick to bite into his food, eyes widening.

“Good, right?” Jake grins through another stores reflection while Steven licked his lips. “This is amazing!” He says, taking another bite and drinking his tea. “He’s amazing, how did you find this place?”

“Got lucky.” Jake shrugs his shoulders while Marc rolled his eyes. “What’s so good about a piece of bread with chocolate? Ever heard of Nutella?” Said Marc as both Steven and Jake look at him with shock written all over their faces. “This isn’t a simple piece of bread, Marc. This is amazing and full of warmth and—very soft.”

Jake steps in too. “Y/n‘s baking is magical, he can make your shitty day better.”

Marc shakes his head, ignoring the two before forcing Steven to focus on getting to work on time. The three bickered amongst each other about the bakery all the way to work, both Jake and Steven going up against Marc until they arrived to the museum where Steven gets ready for the day.

By the time it hit the end of the week it was Marc’s turn to visit the bakery. The main alter wasn’t too much of a sweet tooth, always sticking with something simple and fast when it comes towards food. He never got the urges of having a late night snake but tonight became one of those nights. Steven had been the one to fall asleep first and then Jake, but Marc couldn’t sleep. He looked for ways to get himself tired back at his apartment but nothing worked, it wasn’t until he saw the wrapper with the bakery logo on it that called out his name.

To be honest and fair the bakery did get his attention a few times, growing curious about the place that both Steven and Jake visited constantly. Which is how he ended up here, standing in front of the bakery, wearing Stevens night clothes as he taps his foot, hands on his hips, debating on going in or not.

“No, I’m not giving them the satisfaction. I won’t go in—“ Marc mumbled to himself as he shook his head, staring down at his shoes.

“Are you coming in or not?”

Marc is startled by the man’s voice, head shooting up to see the owner standing at the entrance of his bakery, door open while he leaned against the doorframe. His arms crossed over his chest as he grinned. Marc can only stare, opening and closing his mouth, trying to find the words to speak.

Y/n beat him to it. “You’re not Jake or Steven. So, who exactly are you?”

Steven had explained to them that he’d used the ‘twin’ card on Y/n in order not to freak the man out, begging Jake to go along with the role but Marc knew that he wouldn’t be the one to follow up on it. “I’m Marc.” He sighs out as Y/n smiles. “Is Jake or Steven around in there?”

His question catches Marc off guard,eyes widening as he stares at the baker who gasped in shock. “Shit! Im sorry, I didn’t mean to assume it’s just, you three looked way too identical and knew that something had to be up. I mean I have twin cousins and can tell the difference between the two but you and the others are far too similar that I couldn’t help but grow curious and did research and I—I’m sorry, I'm rambling.” He laughs out nervously.

Marc can only laugh at his rambling, not to upset the man he’s quick to add. “No offense, not many people know about DID and was surprised that you’d actually look into it.” Y/n gives off a small sigh of relief. “Again, that was rude of me to assume.”

“It’s fine.” Marc clears his throat. “I wasn’t able to sleep and both Jake and Steven talk highly about your bakery and thought I’d stop by.” He mumbled the last words in a shy tone, avoiding the bakers eyes who brightened at his words. “I got just the thing for you!” He waved Marc inside who followed after the man. The shop was warm and brought a comforting feeling to him as he approached the nearest empty table, sitting alone as he listens to Y/n pace around his bakery.

It took Y/n a few minutes to return, placing a warm cup of milk in front of Marc along with a plateful of mini waffles. Marc’s lips break out into a small smile as he stared at the pink heart shaped waffles. “Hearts?” He questions Y/n who sat across from him. “What? The holiday is approaching and thought it would be nice! Besides, this is my first batch so, eat up!” He slides a fork and a knife over to Marc.

“You sure this isn’t your way of asking me out?”

Y/n blushes, humming to himself. “Is it working?”

Marc gives the waffles another glance before looking up to Y/n who smiled warmly at him. “A little.” He confesses while he takes a bite from his food.

[xuzuitengenx]

Steven Grant x Top Male Reader NSFW Drabble?

Warning(s): EXPLICIT WORDS, Cockwarming, Teasing, Grinding, Praising, OCC? Steven Grant

Genre—Lemon/Smut

NOT PROOFREAD

M/N was doing his work in silence, typing away at his laptop as he fills out inventory for his business.

Oh—Also Steven was currently cockwarming M/N as M/N worked. Steven was breathing heavily as he felt M/N's cock inside of him, his cock reaching deep inside Steven

Steven wanted to move so bad, his mind clouded with lust yet embarrassment with the position he was in. M/N would "accidentally" move in his seat which caused a short, immediate moan from Steven.

Steven would look back at M/N, lightly glaring at the (H/C) hair man. M/N lowly chuckled at his reaction, "I'm sorry, baby. Just needed to move." M/N explains, rubbing Steven's hips. Steven whines lowly at this action as he nodded.

About an hour of cockwarming M/N as M/N teases the sensitive man, Steven's body was trembling as his cock arched for a release. Steven wanted M/N to fuck him dumb already on his desk.

He didn't want to spend another minute like this. He wanted to turn around and beg M/N to fuck him.

It wasn't until M/N closes his laptop which catches Steven's attention. M/N's hands found Steven's hips as M/N smirks at Steven's state.

"Oh, please tell me your done..." Steven whimpers out, his hips beginning to move by themselves, grinding.

"I'm done, my love. And since you've been good—cockwarming me as I worked, I think you deserve an award, hmm?"

Steven sighs in relief as he nodded eagerly.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi, I was wondering if you would be up to writing for the moon boys for me this time around?

Maybe their partner is suffering from C-PTSD and them all trying to help ease the pain of it in their own special ways?

Please don’t feel any pressure to write this if you aren’t comfy with it or just don’t want to.

Ps. Thank you for the TwoFace fic. It was everything I was hoping for.

Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Male reader

Headcanons

I don’t have C-PTSD myself, so I had to look up the symptoms, so if anything is wrong that’s most likely why. I decided to part it up to how each of the boys would act, instead of just making it one big block of text. Talks of DID in this are based off what little I know, so if anything is wrong let me know.

Steven Grant

Steven has always been the one to care about the rest of the moonsystem emotionally, so he would be the best when it comes to you experiencing horrible feelings, like struggling with controlling your emotions, or even suicidal thoughts.

He is very understanding if you ever need time for yourself, and is willing to listen if you need to talk. Even if you just need him to sit beside you if you have a panic attack or dissociate. This also means he’s the best at talking you down from a panic attack or if you ever get paranoid.

Since the other members of the moonsystem, and even himself sometimes, deal with similar struggles, he would never judge you. Anything you need that could help you feel more comfortable or safe in yourself and with them, he happily does.

He would never demand to know why you struggle, as he knows your past is your own and you’ll share it when them when you are comfortable. And if you do, he listens and thanks you for telling them. All in all, Steven is very understanding, loving and will always listen.

Marc Spector

Like Jake, Marc carries his own trauma that has affected the way he lives, so he can understand your experiences to some degree. This means if you have certain triggers or needs to help deal with yours, he never questions it and just goes along with it.

He reassures you that you aren’t broken, or wrong, and that they love you no matter what. He knows words wont always help, but he tells you anyways, as well as being a quieter but strong presence that you can lean against if you need it.

Marc doesn’t talk as much as Steven when it comes to these things, but hes better than Jake in that department, having his own type of advice or talking that helps you settle if things get too tough. It can even just be him talking about his day if you need it.

They all keep an eye out for you, but especially Marc. He doesn’t want you to ever feel like you have nowhere to go and no one to trust, so he always keeps an eye out in case you start to struggle with dark thoughts or the likes, as he doesn’t want you to suffer the same ways he has.

Jake Lockley

Jake is the one who struggles the most with symptoms of his own that are similar to your own. But instead of reacting loudly or rashly, he tends to retreat into himself and put on a tough cold and violent front to protect the other two, and after you all get together, you as well.

He holds most of the moonsystems trauma, as he always fronted when the abuse got too horrible when they were children, or if situations get way too outta hand. This means he carries most of the trauma from it, as he keeps it from the other two.

Where the others like to talk if you need it, or help talk you through your struggles, Jake is more a silent support. He sits with you, holds your hand, or holds you close if you need it. He lets you vent if you ever need it, but he’s never been the best at words so he can’t comfort you or talk you down the same way Steven can. But just the fact that he’s always there can be enough sometimes.

Jake reassures you that you are enough in his own ways, and that you aren’t broken. This can be through gifts or small acts of service, or him kissing your neck or muttering soft loving things to you in Spanish.

[someonesmoth]

Am so glad you feel better but I have another request if you are feeling okay for it. What about tall reader who randomly picks up the moon boys whenever just because he can. And their reactions and what they think about it. And if you dont mind am going to go as 🦫

Hey again! This idea is adorable, Thanks for the request 🦫 !!!

Warnings?: none

Marc Spector:

- He isn’t used to being carried around …that changed when he met you

- you wouldn’t warn him when you’d pick him up, you just did

- the first time you did that, he let out a small gasp and held onto you for dear life—

- “Y/N what are you doing?-“ “carrying my boyfriend.” “Well yeah but why?-“ “because I can.”

- after a while of you doing it, he doesn’t really mind it, he likes it

- Marc casually just lets you move him around, kind of helps him when he’s tired

- sometimes you hug him from behind and he’s just dangling

- when he forgets something before leaving, you suddenly carry him back to whatever he forgot

Steven Grant

- Steven was in shock when you suddenly picked him up at first

- “darling…you do know I’m not a toy right?” “Enjoy the lift, Steven.”

- he enjoys being carried around for fun, he sometimes just colapses in your arms for you to carry him

- “I can’t feel my legs.” “Steven…is this a trick for me to carry you?” “How did you know-“

- he lets out tiny chuckles when you carry him to avoid him leaving for work

- when you do it for fun in public, he becomes shy

- he takes you to work sometimes so you can accompany him for a little bit or help, sometimes you put him in reach to things he can’t catch

- he mostly likes getting carried to bed and sleep

Jake Lockley:

- he stiffens once you pick him up

- “mi amor, what the hell-“ “you’re surprisingly easy to carry!”

- he finds it weird when you do that, but after a while, it was just a normal thing for you to do

- you sometimes pick him up when he wants to pick a fight with a stranger

- “put me down-“ “jake…they just bumped into you.” “A good reason to punch them in the gut-“

- pretty much holds him back pretty well, he sighs in defeat and just becomes limp in your arms

- he uses you as a stool, he asks you to carry him and put him closer to a thing he wants to reach

- he doesn’t mind being carried around, it means he’ll be close to you.

[deadqueerboys]

M/n: There's a difference, i swear. Like, Maarc..

M/n: See? Easy to moan. BUT, J-jake.. looks as a slut, and he likes that. Still, S-s..teven, is the best opition.

Khonshu: ...cool? I didn't even know that you could see me, are you okay, human?

[odetodilfs]

The moon boys and their honeymoon preferences:

To no one's surprise, Steven wants to go to Egypt, but if you seriously tell him you don't want to he'll look for other places, he pretty much loves places with good history.

Marc prefers that your honeymoon is a laid back and relaxed trip where he can have you whenever he wants, he wants a break from everything, and a tropical beach in the Caribbean or Southeast Asia would be his top picks.

Last but not least... Jake has a different approach to things, he likes cold places and natural beauty above history and relaxation. His top picks would probably involve Iceland and the Patagonia, that man loves mountains and you can't convince me otherwise.

[hellsburners]

maybe the night

summary: you miss jake lockley. pairing: jake lockley x male reader word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ warning, unrpotected s3x, shower s3x, top!jake, l-bombs a/n: sorry for being ia i was very sick (still a bit sick) wanted to post something but i dont have anything finished so i made this to update u guys [still working on your requests i promise!!]

masterlist | more moon knight

Jake comes home after a normal night. Taking in cab passengers gaining new information from the streets of London that Marc can use. He arrives in your shared flat finding you snuggled up in your bed, the blue sheets covering your toes up to your nose.

He sat next to you, removing his leather gloves so he can run his fingers through your hair and touch your warm cheeks. You slept so peacefully, Jake wanted to wrap his arms around you as you two shared the bed but he knew how much you hated it when he slept in with his outside clothes.

Out of the three of them, Jake was the most romantic when it comes to gifts but the least you spent time with. He’s usually out at night, barely saying goodbye, and on the off chance you see each other it’s when you were already preparing for bed, but the moment you wake up there would always be flowers on the kitchen counter. 

“–Jake?” you turned, eyes fluttering. 

“Shit, sorry for waking you sweets,” he whispered. “Was gonna get ready for bed.”

“Want me to draw you a bath?” you asked. 

“No it’s alright, you should go back to sleep,” he said, drawing the sheets back to your shoulders, but you insisted. Jake rolled his eyes but you pouted, come on I can’t go back to sleep easily anyway, you pleaded. After the back and forth he finally gave in. 

You made sure the water was a bit hot, his preference, and used a clean-smelling bath bomb. You helped unbutton his white shirt and his tie, his eyes glued to you as you finished the task. Your fingers were cold when they touched his almost feverish skin, Jake shuddered from the contact. 

Jake hopped onto the tub sinking into the soapy water. Sat behind the tub as you put shampoo on his hair. You massaged your fingers through his scalp over and over as suds foamed around your fingers. Jake’s eyes rolled back from the calming sensation of your fingers. 

“How’s your night?” you asked.

“Tiring,” he said. “Barely any news regarding those disappearances.”

“I heard that the cops don’t have intel on it too,” you said as you scooped water to his hair. “Marc speculates it's those vampire gangs.”

Whenever the two of you talked it was always Steven who said this, Marc said that, never really just about the two of you. Jake knew it was about time he sparked a conversation that didn’t involve the other two—no offense. 

“I love it when you use this shampoo on me,” he smiled. 

“Why?” you furrowed your brows, he always asked you to use it on him but you had never asked why. 

“Cause it smells like you.”

You chuckled under your breath. Jake, always flirting. You felt sad that you haven’t spent that much time lately, but maybe tonight you could have something for yourselves. You rinse his hair free of the suds, his curls clinging onto his forehead. He just lets you wash his hair, Jake took the moment of solemnity and closed his eyes to relax. He was surprised when you left a kiss on his cheek, your warm lips on his face. 

You stand to grab a towel before he takes your wrist. He gestured for you to join him, fine, you said. Gently undressing, his eyes gazed all over your nakedness, taking in the sight. He guides you to the tub and the two of you lay down in the water, your back to his chest. His arms wrap around your torso, securing him to you. He places kisses all over your shoulders while his hand traces circles all over your belly. 

“Thanks for the bath, sweets,” he whispered in between kisses. 

“I figured we don’t usually spend much time with each other,” you said. “I wanted to spend some time with just us.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said. 

You turned around to straddle his thighs. His hands guide your hips under the water. You bent down to kiss him on the lips, his wet curls sticking to your forehead, his mustache tickling your face. Your hands trace his smooth chest, down to his soft belly. 

He sits up so your ass is on his sex, slowly hardening underneath your touch. Your hands wrap around his neck to gather some stability, your fingers peering through the hair on his nape. He leaves kisses all over your neck, sucking on the skin lightly. You feel yourself harden under his touch as well, his fingers forming a ring around your sex. 

His cock hits the crease in between your ass, achingly hard. You shift your body so that your cocks are parallel to each other. You wrap both your hands around the hardness to form a tightness. You stroke your cocks, water splashing on your torsos. 

Your cocks start to leak pre cum from the stroking, your lips glued to each other getting more languid by the second, the room filling with the sounds of moaning and water splashing. Jake’s back started to sore from the porcelain tub. 

“I don’t think this tub is built for fucking,” he said. You chuckled in agreement. You two stand when he pulls you toward the shower. He pins you to the tiled wall, turning on the shower in the process. Hot water trickles down his back as he spits on his cock, lubing it in preparation. You turn around to present your hole to him, your hands pressed on the wall with your back arched for him. 

He kneels to spit on your ass, tracing his wet fingers on the rim of your hole before he presses the digit inside you. He inserts another to stretch you, his cock was quite girthy so the preparations would help greatly. He stands up and lines his sex to your hole, slowly entering the member into you. 

You feel the tightness envelop his girth as his hands clench on your waist, hot water sprinkling on your back before he thrusts forward. You cry from the pressure before he pulls back out and enters you again. His hips moved slowly at first, taking in the feeling of your warm walls on his aching cock. 

“You’re so tight, sweets,” he groaned, pushing and pulling on your waist. He lets out curses and sounds of pleasure. He takes his hand to your cock, stroking it in the same rhythm as his hips. You cry out when he hits your sensitive spot, your knees weakening. 

“Fuck you’re so good, Jake,” you moan, this arouses him more, quickening his pace. You let out moans from the sudden shift in pace, tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. 

“You can take it, sweets, I know you can,” he coos. 

He suddenly pulls out, and you gasp from the sudden emptiness. He turns you around to face him, he looks at you, cheeks flushed, and kisses your swollen lips. He takes your thighs and lords you up to the wall, your legs wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you again, your back rising and falling against the tiled wall. 

“Jake—fuck,” you moaned. You take his face so he’s looking up at you, your thumb caressing his cheeks. You kiss him with saliva dripping down the side of your lip. You gasped from his fast pace, his head going to your neck placing hickeys. 

“You’re so pretty, sweets,” he moans. His hips slap onto your skin. “So beautiful.”

His hips thrust faster even more, your eyes watering as you cry out. Your nails dig into the skin on his back as he fucks his fill into you. You’d think with the water you’d start to slip, but Jake’s hands on your thighs were gripping tight, steadily holding you as his cock drills into your hole. 

“I’m—close,” you gasp.

Jake thrusts a few more, his hips hard-hitting your skin before his cum empties into your hole, his grunts filling the small space. You let out a cry before you cum too, shooting in between your bellies. 

He puts you down gently, your legs like jelly. You two kiss as you begin to shower. You helped him lather the soap all over your bodies, he took extra care in cleaning up your behind. After you shower, you get ready for bed. Always taking time for your skincare routine in front of the vanity. Jake was doing his routine thanks to Steven, who made it a rule that skincare is a must no matter who is in control. 

“I love you, sweets,” he said, smiling through the mirror. “Like a lot actually, I hope you don’t forget that whenever I’m busy.”

You stood up to hug his back, arms wrapped around his torso. “Of course, I love you too Jake,” you kiss his cheek. “A lot."

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

[miguel-owhora]

hgngfb moon knight system but steven's the type of guy to first get addicted to that boypussy !!!! he'll get a taste of your slick and his head explodes. he's so insatiable you literally have to pry him off because he just wants to have you in his mouth 24/7, he wants to reek of your pussy n he'll whine and beg to cockwarm you.

marc's the second one, and he gets a taste when he has to forcefully front to pry steven off you. maybe he's expected somewhere and steven won't let go, so he takes front and gets a taste of your slick and he's like "oh shit." it takes a couple of rounds afterwards, but eventually he becomes hooked on your boypussy :3

as for jake, well, he eats you out whenever you're asleep. it's easier to enjoy himself when the other two idiots are sleeping, and, well, it helps that you're a deep sleeper so it's easier for him to pry you open and eat you out until you're creaming all over his tongue !!!!

[goaways-stuff]

ABC's of Sex with Jake Lockley

pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader (mentions of Marc and Steven x reader)

warnings: SMUT. Handcuffs, bondage, papí kink, sex toys, dom! Jake, sub!bratty! reader, mentions of trauma and Marc's mom and the abuse she dealt, marking, choking, sadism, masochism, spitting cum into one's mouth bc Jakey is a nasty boy, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, and overall Jake being a kinky motherfucker.

summary: a headcanon style fic of the different aspects of sex with Jake Lockley

a/n: again, I don't have DID myself, but I have done research into the topic and have tried to keep it accurate to real life as well as the show. That being said, I can still get things wrong, so please call me out if there's any harmful stereotypes or misinformation in my writing. I also apologize for my Spanish, I am not a native speaker and while I am in the process of learning it, I'm still a beginner in the language, so if there's anything wrong, tell me so I can correct it.

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Spanish translations: (in order of appearance) ▪︎Tan bueno/beuna para mi, cariño. Te amo mucho= So good for me, dear. I love you so much.

▪︎Mi amor= my love

▪︎ Buenos días= good morning

▪︎Mi príncipe/princesa= My prince/princess

▪︎Mierda= shit

▪︎Verde= green

A=Aftercare

(what he's like after the deed)

Early into your relationship with Jake, for his aftercare, he would hand the body over to Steven, letting him take care of you. You were hurt, but you knew enough about Jake to let it go. You knew that he was protective of the boys. What you didn't know is how protective he was of you and how he was afraid you'd leave him because he wasn't good enough. Eventually, you got him to open up, since then he is so gentle with you during aftercare. He's his you as if you were the most delicate flower, whispering praises in Spanish. "Tan bueno/beuna para mi, cariño. Te amo mucho." You pepper kisses across his face and a blissed out smile forms across it.

B=Body part

(favorite of his and favorite of yours)

Jake is very confident in himself, at least looks wise. He knows how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. His favorite is probably his shoulders and back. He loves how you hold on to them for dear life and he fucks you into the mattress. He loves when you scratch your nails down his back, leaving marks that he smirks at in the mirror for days.

He loves every single inch of your body, and if you would let him, he'd mark every single inch of it. But his favorite is probably your neck. He loves squeezing it when your right on the edge to completely throw you off of it. He loves how good his hands look around it. He also loves marking it, along with you collar bones and shoulders. He loves that really sensitive spot that makes you bend to his will. Anytime you were a necklace, he's complementing it before adding something along the lines of "my hands would look better, mi amor."

C=Cum

(where, how much, what he's like, etc)

Jake, like Steven also blows huge loads. He loves cumming on your face, loves how you'll take a finger, swipe some up and swallow it. "My greedy whore just can't get enough, huh?" Some of it will drip down your chest, and Jake, being the nasty, perverted fucker that he is will lick it off of you before kissing you deep, the salty flavor filling both of your mouths.

D=Dirty secret

(what was he hiding from you until you found out yourself?)

Jake hid absolutely nothing from you sexually. If he wanted something, he told you. He was not ashamed about anything he was into; however, what you weren't let in on until later into the relationship was his soft side. The side that Jake almost never showed to anyone besides little kids and cats. Jake loves cats and he would die for them, so when you got him a cat after finding out, that was when he started showing his soft side with you. He would wake you up with breakfast in bed, humming a little tune. "Buenos días, mi príncipe/princesa, did you sleep alright?" He would feed his cat, as well as Steven's fish for him, making sure the fish tank was properly closed as he didn't want to deal with having to get a Gus III. You always made sure to appreciate his domestic side and not take it for granted, as you knew how vulnerable he felt doing it.

E=Experience

(how much/ little does he have?)

Jake doesn't have a high body count, as he's the one out the least, but he knows exactly what he's doing. He is the master of control and knows exactly how to bring you to release. He even knows all of your most sensitive spots from watching Marc and Steven have their way with you.

F=Favorite position

(self explanatory)

Jake is the kind to put you in as many positions as possible, finding what feels best. He loves having you tied up, spread eagle, or ass up with your face down and arms behind your back, he also loves putting your knees on his shoulders and fucking you like there's no tomorrow. Jake is the one to try all the funky position you see in those sex positivity websites.

G=Goofy

(is he more goofy or serious in bed?)

Jake is the most serious out of the three, in fact you don't think you've ever seen him laugh in bed. He will crack a smile, but it's typically one of those dirty smirks that makes you weak in the knees.

H=Hair

(does the carpet match the drapes?)

Jake is typically the one that shaves, which annoys Marc and Steven who have to deal with the regrowth. Jake just likes the way it looks more with it shaved, but he finally came to the agr with Marc and Steven to just keep it trimmed and he would be allowed to shave it for special events. And boy did he take advantage of what "special events" meant. You had a long week at work? That calls for a special event weekend. Had it been a year since the first time you held his hand? Special event. Marc and Steven would be annoyed anytime Jake even mentioned a special event.

I=Intamacy

(what is his version of intamacy?)

Jake used to be almost completely shut out from you. He didn't trust you at first, worried that you were going to hurt the boys, he was their protector after all. He was physical manifestation of all the abuse Marc suffered through as a kid. He only became more resentful after seeing how Steven was often treated by Donna. He even got mad at Marc a couple times for being so mean to Steven. But he was the protector of them both and he would do anything for them. So after seeing how much you cared for them, he started longing for that from you too. He wanted to wake up holding you in the mornings. He wanted to feel your hand glide across his stubble before pulling him in for a kiss. He wanted your hugs, the ones that made the boys' problems melt away. You would let him have all of that and more if be would only let you. The two of you started off small, giving him quick pecks on the cheeks before you left for work, or a "be safe," before he left for his cabbie work. It eventually blossomed into a very intimate relationship with Jake. At first, he hated how soft and gooey he felt around you, but now, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

J=Jack off

(how, when, where, why does he jack off, if he does?)

Jake almost never jacks off now that he has you. Unless it's you giving him a hand job, he has no care to jack himself off. But if the two of you are apart for extended periods of time, he'll send you videos of him touching himself just because he knows how much you love it.

K=Kinks

(what's he into?)

Jake is a kinky bastard. He loves hearing you call him Papí. In fact, he won't let you cum until you're screaming it. He has definitely gotten you in trouble with the noise complaints. He's into bondage and he loves edging you. But as soon as you're crying, begging to cum he will make you cum until you physically can't anymore. He loves marking you, showing everyone that your his. Be loves choking you and pulling your hair, and he also loves having his hair pulled. He's a sadist and a masochist. He loves giving you the pain that you so desperately crave, but he also loves when you dig your nails into him or pull his hair while he's between your legs. He's also into spitting in your mouth or spitting on your privates and using it as lube while he opens you up. While all three are pretty kinky, he's proud to claim the title of the kinkiest.

L=Location

(where's his favorite place to do it?)

Jake agrees with Steven on the plain old bed, but Jake makes it anything but plain. He loved that he can put you in almost any position he wants on the bed. He also likes fucking you against the wall, or holstering you up on the kitchen counter and fucking you on it, to which Steven was a bit upset about as food goes there until he tried it for himself. He was no longer mad at Jake after that.

M=Motivation

(what gets him going?)

Jake can turn almost anything dirty. Shower? He's coming with. Cooking? No need because his favorite meal is you. Getting dressed? Nope, the clothes will just come off anyway. You can't do anything without it at least being turned into a dirty joke. All you have to do to get him going is just exist and he's all up on you.

N=No

(what are his limits?)

Jake doesn't have a lot, he'll just agree with Marc on this one about the nasty bathroom stuff. The shat or vomit or whatever is just several steps past his limits.

O=Oral

(is he a giver? a taker?)

While Jake almost always makes sure both happen everytime you have sex, he prefers you sucking his dick. He loves edging himself with your mouth. He'll grip your hair a guide you until he's right there before stopping you. He whispers curses in Spanish as he catches his breath and comes back down only to start the process over until your jaw is sore and voice is gone.

P=Pace

(how fast, slow, rough, or gentle is he?)

Jake takes things hard and fast. Even if he stats out slow, it ends with him taking what he needs and fucking you into next Sunday. Sometimes, he'll end it slow as well, after he cums, he'll just grind into you as a way to ground himself and you, and more often than not he's able to squeeze one more orgasm out of you.

Q=Quickie

(how's he feel about them?)

Jake, like Steven, is not a big fan of quickies as he prefers to take his sweet time building you up, edging you, and finally letting you get that sweet release. Only rarely do you have quickies with Jake. And everytime you do "have a quickie," you'll have to pry him off you because he's gonna want to go for another round.

R=Risk

(is he willing to get a little risky during the frisky?)

Jake is the risk taker. He's always researching what new things can be tried out in the bedroom. He goes through article after article to find new positions, new toys, new places or ways to have sex. He loves taking a risk or two if it means you find something you like.

S=Stanima

(How long can he go for?)

Jake is the kind of stanima, edging you for what feels like hours, only to then overstimulate you until you are a babbling mess with tears streaking your face. The only coherent words are Jake, Papí, and please. He loves edging himself as well. He'll eat you out and grind himself into the bed until he's right there then stop. He can make sex last as long as you can handle it.

T=Toys

(does he own any for himself? for you?)

Jake loves toys and uses any extra tips he gets from cabbie driving to spend on you. And another of that spending goes to buying whatever new sex toy he found. And almost always, it heightens both of your experience. Vibrators, cock rings, vibrating cock rings, gags, handcuffs, blindfolds, paddles, dildos. He even got a clone-a-willy and gifted it to you. (Which was also a "special event" that he just had to shave for.)

U=Unfair

(is he a tease?)

Jake is a tease. He'll get dressed in front of you, and watch your pupils dilate and notice how your legs squirm. "Like what you see príncipe/princesa?" He'll give you head before you leave for work, but not let you cum. So all day you're just thinking about him, about his touch. He doesn't even have to be present to tease you. He'll send you pictures of himself in the shower, videos and audios of him moaning and jacking off. He makes sure to not let himself cum either though, saving it all for you. Once home, he'll only give you the lightest kisses, the softest touches, even though he knows you need so much more. He has you begging before he's even really touched you.

V=Volume

(how loud or quiet is he during the hanky panky?)

He used to be much quieter, but now he let's out all his groans, grunts, and dirty, degrading praises. "Such a good slut for me, yeah? Stuffed full of my cock and still begging for more." You squeeze him tight at his words. "Mierda, you squeeze me so tight, almost can't move, feel that good, huh?" All you can do in nod as you whimper at his harsh pace. He's been the cause of a couple of noise complaint to your flat.

W=Wild card

(Random headcanon about him. Go!)

You hadn't meant to smart off to Jake, you really hadn't. You were just snappy and honestly in a mood to mess with him. Maybe you had meant to smart off to him. "I'm home, mi amor," Jake had said, closing the door behind him. He went to sit on the couch with you, snuggling up next to you. You let him, but when he asked you to hand him the remote, you questioned him. "So I can turn on the TV, amor. Unless you wanted to watch something?" You just looked at him. "I still don't see why I should. Why don't you get it yourself?" Jake frowned, unsure of where the attitude had come from. "What’s wrong cariño? Talk to me, I'm here." He kissed your cheek. You turned and looked him dead in the eyes with a smirk on your face. "Make me." Jake was taken aback for a moment. "Oh, so you want to play, hmm? You wanna act like a brat when I just wanna give you my love?" He picked you up, bringing you to the bed. "You'll see what happens to brats, stay still. If you move, you're gonna make it worse on yourself." He bent down to grab the box of toys from under the bed. Now it was getting interesting. You decided to keep the act going just a bit longer. "Or what? What are you going to do about it?," You said moving from the position he put you in. He shot up. "What did you say to me?" The look on his face had you squirming and you could feel yourself leaking in your underwear. "You wanna know what I'm going to do about it?" You shrugged. "Here’s exactly what I'm going to do," He said grabbing the handcuffs from the box. "First, I'm going to cuff you, you're not going to touch me until I say, you understand?" You nodded, knowing that you were now in a deep enough hole that you dug for yourself. He picked up the gag and examined it. "If I hear one more bratty word from you tonight, you're getting this," He said, putting it on the night stand for a possible later use. He grabbed the blindfold from the box as well as a vibrator. That was the last thing you saw before he put the blindfold on you. "Here’s what you're going to do: you're gonna lay down, legs spread and hands above your head. No touching me or I get the ropes, understand?" You nodded again, not trusting your words to not be bratty. "Let me hear you," Fuck. "Yes, Papí, I understand." You heard the vibrator turn on. "Good boy/girl/baby." He brought it to your clothes nipples, the vibrations were low, but with the blindfold your other senses were heightened. You let out a small whimper, trying your best to stay still, not wanting to fall into the temptation of touching him. He dragged it over your stomach before lifting your shirt up. He kissed your tummy, leaving soft marks that would fade shortly. "What’s your color, cariño/cariña?" You wanted to badly to buck your hips into him as he got closer to them with the toy. "Green- verde," You responded. He hummed an affirmative before unbuttoning your pants. "Look at these undies, such a pretty baby. You were planning this, weren't you? If you want to be punished, you can always ask," He said, kissing where your stomach and crotch meet. He pulled them off, leaving your bottom half bare. "Oh, look at that baby, so ready for me and I've just started." He dragged the vibrator to your thigh, causing you to shudder. "Please, Papí, I'm sorry-" You whined. "Oh no, you don't get out of this that easy, mi amor. You wanted this after all, didn't you?" It was true, he had you all figured out. He finally brought it to where you needed it most and upped the setting. You arched your back into it, moaning at the pleasure. He let you grind into it until you were right there. Right on the edge of a cliff you wanted so badly to throw yourself off of. He snatched it away, not allowing you release just yet. "Uh-uh, precioso/preciosa, you have to be good to cum. Maybe if you can show me how sorry you really are, I'll let you."

(definitely didn't go a little overboard with this one)

X=X-ray

(what's going on down there?)

They all share the same, beautiful thick cock with the almost purplish head. Most likely cut due to Marc's Jewish roots.

Y=Yearning

(how horny is he?)

Jake is the horniest of the three. He will fuck you until he can't move anymore, but the minute you suggest a shower he's up and ready for round two. Then possibly a round three when you're out of the shower. And maybe a little bit of oral for a light round four. He loves fucking you, he loves making love to you. He is just so attracted to you and in love with you. He wants you as much as you'll let him have you.

Z=Zzz

(how fast does he fall asleep after the deed?)

He's not really the one to ever fall asleep with the body, usually Steven is the one that will front as you go to sleep, sometimes Marc, but rarely Jake. Though on the nights that he does take the body to sleep, it's almost never right after fucking you. He loves taking care of you and letting you take care of him after sex. You'll hold his face and rub your thumb along his cheek. "You're so pretty." You say, giving a gentle kiss to his nose. "Pretty, huh?" You nodded, "So pretty. Gorgeous lashes, gorgeous nose, gorgeous cheekbones. Definitely pretty." He let out a small chuckle, "I'll take it," He said before kissing you deeply with passion. Once the both of you were taken care of, he would lay down and hold you tight to his chest, a protective gesture you always loved. You wrapped your arms around him as well, giving him the protection that he always gave, but never received. Yep, he definitely had a soft side for you.

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