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😍😍😍 NEEDING A PART 2.

Stranger Danger

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

MK Spring Bingo entry #5

tags: reader is being stalked & responds in a way the author (a woman) has been taught to, emotional protector steven grant to the rescue, no use of y/n

wc: 1,138

fic summary: There's safety in numbers, do you want mine? (too soon?)

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“Oops, careful!”

Steven drops the last of his veggie wrap as a pair of kids rush past the bench he’d been hunched over. As he picks up the debris, he sees where one of them dropped their hat. He picks it up and half-jogs after them to return it.

“Gotta stay aware of our surroundings, yeah? Don’t want to lose our valuables.” The kid rolls their eyes but thanks him before running off to catch up with their friend.

“Oh my gosh, hi!”

Steven turns around to find you walking swiftly toward him, your smile too wide and tone too familiar.

He’s never seen you before.

“... hello,” he answers cautiously, taking one step back but failing to put much distance between the two of you. You practically cling to his side when you approach, takeaway cup and phone in hand.

“Sorry I’m late, but you are terrible at giving directions, mister.” Taking his arm, you begin to walk away from where you’d appeared.

This wouldn’t be the first time he’s forgotten conversations or plans. But as he racks his brain for something, anything tied to you in his memory, Steven notices the panic in your eyes and the slight waver in your voice.

Your hands shake a bit as you unlock your phone, passing your cup to him. He takes it, still bewildered but obedient. “I swear, the cafe never spells your name right. Let me make a note for next time.” You type swiftly, showing him the screen.

being followed, please pretend you're my boyfriend

Steven doesn’t know you.

But he nods, grasping your arm closer with his free hand and gives his most convincing grin. “Steven with a ‘V’, love.”

Relief instantly washes over your features and you relax a little. “Right. I’ll remember that… Steven.”

His smile grows before he remembers why you're holding onto him. “Do you want to sit down? Or go somewhere else, maybe I could call someone–”

“N-no, it’s fine. Let’s just sit. In plain sight,” you half-whisper. Steven nods, ushering you back to the bench in the middle of the busy square. When you sit, you don't let go of his arm.

Instead, you type into your phone as you speak. “Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?” Steven glaces at your notes app again.

do you see a man in a black jacket?

Steven scans the area, careful not to look too suspicious. Unlike the person he’s sure you’re referring to: a man in dark clothes, hands shoved into his pockets and rigid as he looks around with increasing urgency. His prominent frown grows when he sees Steven next to you.

“Yeah,” Steven says to both your questions. He looks away from the menacing figure, but sets your drink down and wraps his arm around you. He's glad to feel you settle into his side, still shaking but catching your breath.

“I take it you don’t know Mr. Black Jacket?”

“No, I do. Sort of. He’s a regular customer of mine,” you sigh. “One who doesn’t know how to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Ah.” Steven keeps the guy in his periphery, splitting his focus between him and you. “Stalker, then?”

You freeze up at the term. “Yeah… he’s been pretty relentless.” 

You meet his eyes, which are swiftly filling with concern. “Thanks again for… this. I usually find a mom or another woman to walk with me until he leaves, but I saw you with those kids and just… panicked, I guess.”

“S’not a problem, love.” Steven knocks your foot with his, drawing a small smile from you. “Glad to help you feel safe.”

You laugh a little. You let your gaze drift over to the man in black, an uneasy pit growing in your stomach when you briefly make eye contact.

“He usually goes away after a while. I've told the police, but they can't do anything unless he… you know.” Your brow furrows as your grip loosens. “I don't mean to take over your afternoon, but would you mind waiting with me?”

In that moment, you could have asked Steven for the moon and he'd find a way to lasso it down for you. 

He squeezes your hand. “‘Course I can. Lovely day with lovely company, quite the ideal afternoon in my books.” 

Steven dives right into talking about anything and everything that comes to mind– which, as you learn, is a lot. Normally he'd hit a wall after a few minutes, either because he'd realized he had talked himself in circles, or his less-than-captive audience was visibly zoned out. But you hang on his every word, grateful to be arm in arm with a stranger describing the supposed viscosity of ancient Egyptian embalming oil. It's a welcome distraction. 

So distracting, in fact, that after an hour you realize the crowd has thinned around you. With Mr. Black Jacket nowhere in sight.

“I think he's gone,” you sigh with relief. Steven stands when you do, handing your things back.

“Patience won out in the end,” he beams. You see a brief look of panic cross his features.

“He doesn't know where you live, does he? Do you need an escort?” Steven's already taken a ludicrously long lunch break, but the inevitable lecture from Donna would be worth it if it meant ensuring your safety.

You shake your head. “I've been careful.” Extending your hand, you smile. “It was nice to meet you, Steven with a ‘V’.”

“Likewise, love.” He shakes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Another look crosses his face before he continues.

“Do you want my mobile number?” His words come out too fast; if you hadn't spent the past hour listening to him, you might have missed what he said. “Just in case you need someone to wait with you again, or keep an eye out. Would that be alright?” He shakes his head, stepping back. “'Matter of fact, forget I said anything, don't want you to think you've traded one creep for another–”

“Sure.”

Your simple answer stops him in his tracks. “Oh, you don’t have to–”

“No, it’s fine. Really. When you offered, it felt nice to know someone could be in my corner on this side of town.”

You take out a scrap of paper and a pen from your bag. “How about this: you write it down, and I’ll add your contact if I ever need my knight in shining armor again.”

Steven concedes, pen and paper in hand as he scribbles his number down (then asks for a new paper in case the first was too illegible).

When you leave, he watches until you turn the corner. He goes the opposite direction, back to the museum. Part of him hopes you’ll never have to reach out, for your own sake. The rest of him hopes you do anyway.

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A/N: oh steven, the man that you are. a couple more bingo prompts will be focused on this dude, which is excellent practice for some exciting projects down the line...

as always, ty for reading <3

event tags: @moonknight-events @spacecowboyhotch @juneknight

addtl tags: @mrs-lockley @lunar-ghoulie @shadystarlightgentlemen @casa-boiardi @nerdieforpedro (lmk if you'd like to be added to/removed from this wee tag list)

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Museum pt.1

I did it. I finally had the courage to ask her out.

We're going to the museum on Sunday night, it's a date. I can tell she's excited too, I was worried the museum decision was a little... nerd, but I'll guess she'll like it.

We set the time, 6:00 pm, I was going to pick her up but she said she had to do some things before meeting so she'll get there by herself.

It's 6:00 already. My hands are sweating and I can feel this... like, energy flowing through my body, it's making my stomach feel a little heavy, but I'm pretty sure it's excitement.

it's already 6:15 but I'm pretty sure she'll be here anytime, beautiful as always.

After 6:30 I decided to just go home. How could I be so stupid and think that going to a museum was a good idea for a date. I walked inside my apartment, took my shoes off and plopped onto the couch. I was too scared to even call her. I should just wait to see her tomorrow at the office, maybe she had something come up, something so important she couldn't even bother to call.

Y/n's pov

I don't know how long I've been here. I've been punched, spit on, almost drowned and electrocuted. My body felt extremely heavy and sore, my ears and head were killing me and I was cold. I just wanted to go home.

-"hey, princess, ready for another round?"

-"I just want to know why"

-"Is it not obvious yet?"

I just shook my head, slowly, of course.

-"hm, and to think that everyone tells me I look just like my father", he turned around, "or maybe, little miss agent here already forgot about every life she ruined, don't worry, I'll make you remember this day forever", he said pulling me by my hair.

Spencer's pov

I slept very well that night, suprisingly and given the circumstances. I guess crying really makes people tired. I had to put some ice on my eyes to get down the inflammation and redness.

I entered the office, my hands sweating and that feeling in my stomach again. I could do this, tho, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to ask here why she couldn't make it, or why, specially if she lies to my face and I detect it.

The team was already in a meeting when I entered the office, I quickly made my way into the meeting, everyone turning to look at me when I entered. That's when I noticed who was on the screen.

- "I know this might be a tough case for us..." Hotch started.

I sat quickly, I couldn't feel my legs, was this real? Is it my imagination trying to find an excuse for y/n to miss our date last night? Am I having a nightmare?!

- "But we're the ones who'll work the hardest to get to her", Derek said, angry as natural for him.

I wasn't angry, more like confused, sad, angry only at myself for not calling her, trying to reach her or something more than the pathetic "I'll ask her tomorrow" thing I did.

- "it's so sad, I can't even look at the pictures so I didn't put them in the presentation but...' Garcia sniffled... "But you can watch them in your tablets..."

I was too scared to look, although in my case it was a file, but not looking would be too suspicious as well, why wouldn't I look? It's supposed to be my friend, and she needed our help.

With my trembling hands I opened the file slowly, reading the first things, I opened it even more, but no pictures.

- "I couldn't dare to print them either", Garcia said looking at me trying to find the pictures.

The meeting was quick, everyone already assigned to do something different. I haven't looked at the pictures, I'm scared, but I also feel that would be a good way to motivate myself. Regardless, it's a little too late for that now, everyone's busy doing their different tasks, and I should be completing mine, too.

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Moon knight boys when you're on your period

Head cannons

A/n: pure fluff since I'm craving it.

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Steven

- he'll absolutely spoil you. Anything you want to eat? He'll cook it. Anything you want to watch? He'll be down for it

- he'll make sure you have everything you need, tampons, pads, cups. Even make sure they're the ones you need

- at first he didn't really understand, but he asked you everything to make sure he could cover every ground about the topic to make sure he'll take proper care of you

- and of course, cuddles all the time. He'll even freeze when the cramps get too much and you just tell him to stay put for a little.

Marc:

- He didn't know they were that bad, honestly he didn't really show any kind of shock or even care in some way towards the pain and everything

- BUT he was always asking, in a very sneaky way, about the things you liked, things that made you feel better and stuff like that

- so he wasn't actually a knower about periods and everything but he'll make sure you had everything you needed and even more just to make it more bearable.

- and also, he obviously wasn't new to dealing with blood, so he was always of help for lowering the cramps in a good ol' way, without medicine ;)

Jake:

- he didn't understand periods AT ALL, but, although he's so serious all the time he always tries to find a way to make you laugh and forget about the pain and everything. Even planning dates to make you distracted from it.

- He wasn't really a cook like Steven, so if you wanted something he'll go rushing to the store to get it

- He's an amazing, and I mean AMAZING massager, so he'll always give you the best massages to relax those days, he really knew where and how to use his hands to make you feel like dough being just about to be cooked.

- and about Marc's last thing... Yeah, Jake could do that too

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I just jqirjeksosnchwjsnnxnne when I'm reading a moon knight fanfic and Jake just speaks Spanish, like DAMN. As a woman from Latin America IDFC about the "I used Google translate, srry". Imma eat that shit UP. Likeeeee amor? Cariño? Querida? Princesa?!

Scrumdeliyumyum a purr purr

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Obsessed 😍

No One Can Hurt You 

summary: they would never bring you into the face of danger, but what if danger comes preying on you? 

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

word count: 2.7k

warning (s): break in, intruders, hurt/comfort

moon knight masterlist

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You had never been in the face of danger before. Your boyfriends would throw themselves off a cliff before they let anything bad happen to you. You were so precious to them that they would shield you from the horror of the world with all of their might. Of course, you knew what they do once the moon decorated the night sky, but they never let you get exposed to any danger. 

You were the only person who could make them feel normal, sane, and they never wanted to taint your innocence with what they were doing. And to their relief, you were okay with it. As long as they came back to you, safe and sound, then you would never ask a question.  So used to feeling safe all the time, you never expected that night to happen. 

It was around 2 a.m. when you were jolted awake by a loud crash just outside of your home. Rubbing your eyes in a sleepy daze, you sat up in bed, thinking that your mind was tricking you. You grabbed your phone and saw a text from Marc who was fronting that night, saying good night and he loved you. You smiled, realising the text was sent just a few minutes before you fell asleep. 

Another crash was heard and it alerted you to get out of the bed, gripping your phone tightly. You wanted to think that it was Marc who was outside of your home right now, but then again he had a key and if he left it, he would knock. He always did. He said he did not want to scare you, and you knew it was not him who was creeping outside of your home at the moment.

Walking out of your bedroom,  you tried your hardest to be optimistic, that maybe your neighbour was getting in their home, dropping things on their way. It was foolish, but you just wanted to think of anything that could avoid you from being in a frightening situation which you were in. 

But your heart ran a mile, fear was pumping through your veins as your eyes locked at the front door, seeing that someone was trying to break it. You shook your head, realising it must be more than a person who was breaking into your home, as you could hear distant whispers from them. 

Your feet was glued to the floor, tears started to flood in your eyes. You wanted to tear your gaze from the door, but you could not. It felt like they could break the door anytime now, and you did not know what to do. 

“Marc..”

You whispered under your breath, the thought of him was comforting you a bit. 

You ran into your bedroom, locking the door before getting in the closet. You did not know if you were doing the right thing, but fear was clouding your mind as you called your boyfriend, hoping that he would answer.

After what felt like eternity, you heard his voice. You called out his name, not realising that your words were lost in your sobs, and tears were rolling down upon your cheeks. You had never felt so scared before that you felt like you might pass out in the closet.

“Why are you crying? Did something happen?”

His questions only made you cry harder, pulling your knees up against your chest as you tried to hide yourself even more if that was possible. Marc was on the other line, his heart was sinking to his stomach at the sound of your gut-wrenching sobs. 

“Y/N, talk to me, sweetheart.”

“There’s someone outside. They’re trying to break the door and— And I don’t know what to do.”

Silence. Your heartbeat quickened as you could not hear him anymore, and it made you think of the worst.

“Marc, I’m scared.”

“I’m coming to you, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.”

He promised, but you did not miss the tremble in his voice, worrying about you as he could hear how scared you were. 

“Where are you?”

“I’m in my room. In the closet.”

“Alright, stay there. I’m coming.”

At his words, you were worried that he would stop talking to you and you would be alone again, with the intruders. But Marc stayed on the line, comforting you as much as he could. 

“Y/N? Are you there? Tell me what’s going on.”

He frantically asked, as he heard you screamed. His heart shattered, hoping that nothing bad was happening to you. Then he heard your voice again, calming him down a bit. But your next words made his blood run cold.  

“They broke the front door… They’re coming in.”

You cried, hugging your phone close to your chest as Marc was no longer responding to you. You did not know what was going on with him, but he had stopped talking and you were scared to death. You needed him there with you. 

You could hear footsteps coming closer towards your bedroom, and you prayed that they would take what was in the living room and leave. But that did not happen. A loud bang could be heard and you flinched, trying not to scream. 

They were trying to get into your bedroom. 

Putting a hand over your mouth, you silenced your cry as you felt fear growing in your chest. You tried to think of your boyfriends, wanting to believe that they would get here in time and everything would be fine. The thoughts dissolved from your mind when you heard another set of footsteps coming, letting you know that there was another intruder who just arrived, and when he did, your bedroom door was flung open. 

You could not think of anything that would make them come to you. Perhaps they just wanted money and they would leave. You knew you were wrong when your life suddenly became a walking nightmare, as they opened the closet, amused smirks were on their faces once they spotted you.

They were not looking for anything else, but you. 

“Let me go!”

You screamed, as they dragged you out of the closet by your arm. You hated to see how proud they were to see the fear in your eyes, and you were not letting them get the satisfaction. It was imprudent but you were not going down without a fight. 

Somehow you managed to kick one of the men in the groin, making him fall on the floor. It only seemed to anger the other two when one of them easily held you back, since he was much bigger than you. You glared daggers at the man who was standing in front of you, swallowing the fear which was starting to suffocate you. 

“I know you’re scared. But if keep your mouth shut, we’ll make this easier for you.”

If you were not so frightened, you would have rolled your eyes at his words. You did not know where you got the courage, but he pissed you off so much with his arrogance when he was breaking into your home. 

“You’re that pathetic that you need to bring your friends just to get me alone?”

The man was not happy, but you did not regret a word you say. He slapped you hard across the face, that you could taste blood on your tongue. A groan escaped your lips, staring back at him who had a nasty smile on his face. 

“You’re going to regret laying your hand on me.”

“Why would I?”

He laughed, and you tried to get out of his friend’s grip when he threw you on the bed harshly. Tears streamed down your face as you felt another slap on your cheek, your ears were ringing and you were getting dizzy. You were sure there was blood on your face, and the thought of dying was chasing you. 

You thought you were imagining things when you saw a familiar figure standing in the room, but then when you heard his voice, you almost cried again, but not out of fear this time. 

“Close your eyes, princesa.” 

Jake’s voice was enough to comfort you, as you closed your eyes. Knowing how violent he could be, you did not dare to open your eyes before he asked you to. Jake would hate himself if you ever had to witness him murdering those people, even if he was protecting you. He never wanted your head to be tainted with the murders. You were his heart, his innocence and his trust— And he loved you to death. 

Hearing screams from the men, you almost felt bad, but then you reminded yourself that you should not. Minutes felt like hours when you finally felt arms around you, making you flinched in fear. 

“It’s me, princesa. It’s alright now. Look at me.”

You opened your eyes to find your lover’s gaze on you, and you did not wait any second to throw yourself into his arms. Jake could hear the breaking of his heart as you sobbed into his chest, body trembling with worry and fear from what just happened. 

“When you said that they broke the front door, I took over from Marc. Do you need Marc? I can—“

“Please don’t leave me.”

You buried your face closer in his chest if that was possible, and Jake would put a bullet in his head before he could leave you crying like that. The only reason he offered to let Marc front was because he thought he was the worst at comforting you, but it was clear you did not want him to leave, and he was more than happy to provide you comfort. 

“I need to get you out of here first. Is that alright?”

You nodded weakly, realising that there must be bodies in your bedroom right now. The thought sent shivers running down your spine, not daring to look around as Jake carried you in his arms, a hand was covering your face to make sure that you did not see anything that was going on the room. 

You only opened your eyes when you felt the comfort of Steven’s bed, their bed, and Jake placed a kiss on your forehead. He looked at you for a moment, contemplating whether to tell you or not about what he was feeling. But when you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, he knew he had to. You were so important to him.

“I was scared something bad would happen to you, and I never get scared before.”

He confessed, caressing your face in his hands softly. His gaze hardened when he saw a bruise started to form on your face. Your bottom lip was split, and his heart clenched at the sight of your blood. He could tolerate blood but not yours. They hurt you. 

“As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you ever again.”

Rage was dripping from his voice, but you knew it was not directed to you. Seeing a frown on his face, you put your hands on his wrists. Your touch calmed him down, and only you had the effect on him. 

“I’m safe now. Thank you for saving me. I love you.”

Jake shook his head, not believing that you were thanking him. He felt like he was going to die when he saw those men in your home, and he never wanted you to feel threatened ever again. 

“I love you.”

He whispered, kissing your forehead again, just to remind himself that you were there in his arms and you were safe. You let him hold you, knowing that he needed to feel your presence. After a moment, you felt him shifted a bit, a faint smile found its way on your face. 

“Love? Are you alright?”

Steven was worried as he sat up in bed, putting his hand on your chin as he studied your face. He winced when he noticed that you were hurt, and the look in his eyes almost made you cry. 

“It’s okay, Steven. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s not okay, love. You’re hurt.”

Steven felt a pang of guilt in his chest. He promised you so many times that he would never let anyone hurt you, and yet there you were, with bruised cheeks and bloodied lips. He wanted to tell himself that it could have been worse and he should be grateful that you were alive, but he could not help but be worried of you. 

“Steven, my love, I’m fine.”

You tried to convince him, as he treated your bruises with an ice pack, careful not to hurt you even more. Steven hushed you, and it brought a smile on your face. When he was done, he kissed your nose softly, making a chuckle escaped your lips. 

“I love you, Steven.”

His smile disappeared from his face, and you tilted your head a bit, wondering what was going on in his head. He took your hands in his, kissing your knuckles as he tried his best not to break into tears in front of you. 

“I love you too. I don’t know what I would do if something bad happened to you tonight.”

His voice cracked, and tears pooled in his eyes. You rested your forehead against his, the fear and worry that you felt tonight were nothing compared to the warmth of his arms. His scent comforted you in a way that only he could, making tears spilled from your eyes.

“I’m here now and I’m safe.”

Steven nodded at your words, letting himself cry as well. Seeing the bruises on your face was a reminder that someone had gotten to you, no matter how hard they tried to shield you away from danger, it seemed like the world has another plan for you. 

“Did you see what happen to them?”

You shook your head at his question, and he let out a sigh. Steven wanted the intruders to get what they deserved, but he despised the thought of you seeing what happened to them once Jake was there. The sight of killings would change you forever, and he would not want that. 

“Jake made sure that I saw nothing.” 

“We love you, you know that, right?”

You smiled, nodding your head. Steven laid in bed with you in his arms, drawing stars on your back as it always managed to lull you to sleep. However, you could not bring yourself to sleep, as the fear still lingered in the back of your mind, and Steven could feel how tense you were. 

You knew you were safe, and that was what you had been saying to your boyfriends. But your head was a cruel space, and it was as if you could still hear the loud crash outside of your home, and the breaking of your bedroom door. 

You did not realise that you were crying, not until your boyfriend wiped your tears away. You looked up at him, recognising his warm eyes right away as you let out a choked sob from your throat.

“Marc..”

Your whimper struck him across his heart, and his arms around you tightened. He would always be there to chase your fear away. He would die protecting you if he had to. He would choose you over the whole world if it ever came to it. 

“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.”

You curled your hand in fist around his shirt, as he pulled you closer to him. You only needed to know that he was there, and it was enough to let you know that you did not have to be scared of anything now. Marc was there with you. 

“I love you. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He promised, rocking you in his arms gently. You felt safe around Steven and Jake, but there was something about Marc that felt like home, and you could feel your eyes fluttering shut at the sound of his voice.

“I love you too, Marc.”

You finally let sleep claimed you, as Marc stayed awake for the rest of the night, never once did he take his gaze away from your sleeping figure. And when you woke up the next morning, Marc kept his promise as he was still there with you. Your lovers would never leave you.

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Literally bricked

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AAAAAAWWWWWWW

Hiii, could you write a one shot about Five Hargreeves being all cuddly and sleepy with his lover? the time is set in season 3 after the robe scene where he talks to his siblings and they're all eating take out.

In Their Arms

Five Hargreeves x GN!Reader

Summary: Five hasn't gotten the chance to rest for 20 days. Trying to save the world from apocalypse after apocalypse. Now, his body seems to be catching up to him. But luckily, you are there to catch him.

Five and reader are both 18+

You sigh as hot steam fills the room. You were sitting in the sauna by yourself, wrapped in a simple towel.

Five had taken a bath before you and had even offered to share, but you wanted to be left alone for a little.

It was nothing against him, and he understood, you just needed to decompress. Process a few things.

You had crash landed in 1963 with Diego. However, when he became obsessed with saving JFK, he quickly ditched you. Much to your annoyance.

You had wandered by yourself, taking odd jobs for cash but never staying in the same place twice. You didn't have powers of your own, but that doesn't mean you weren't powerless.

Thinking back on it, you realized how fucked a lot of the shit you had to go through was. Your heart reached out to Allison, who you knew had it worse.

You sigh and put your head in your hands, taking the moments you needed to process. After a while, you wrapped yourself in a towel and went back to your room.

You had stolen a pricy necklace back in '63, which, when paired with Luther's watch, had given the group three rooms.

One had two beds, Viktor and Allison had taken that room. One room had some bunk beds and a spring mattress, the rest of the boys took that one. So, you and Five were left with a tiny room with a single bed.

Neither one of you was complaining.

When you made it back to the room, you take the robe off. Wincing a little at the few wounds you'd gotten back at The Academy.

Jamie and Slone had attacked you before realizing you were powerless. Once they did, Jamie scoffed and said you weren't worth her time, but Sloane apologized and even offered to treat your wounds.

You were both touched and insulted by Sloane's offer but knew her heart was in the right place.

You change into a loose t-shirt and shorts, gently pulling up your shirt to bandage your wound.

You heard the door open behind you and a hiss of breath.

"Shit, did you get that at the academy?"

It was Five. He quickly walked over to you and guide your hands down, helping you bandage your wound.

"Yeah," you grunt when he presses a bit too hard, "It's just a bad bruise, I'll be fine,"

"Who was it?"

"Five..." you scold, "Don't, she apologized,"

Five growls but doesn't say anything, just continues to bandage you.

After he was done, you kiss his forehead, "Thanks, baby,"

You lay down in bed as Five changes into similar clothing to yours.

Suddenly, he stops. He's got his shirt halfway on, you notice the abrupt lack of movement and look up.

"Five?"

Five sways a bit, before shaking his head and pulling the shirt over his head, "I think I need to lay down,"

He slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. You slowly sit up to properly look at Five.

He looks so tired. Eyebags under his eyes, slumped posture, slow blinking. This man has been through hell and back, and it finally seemed to be catching up with him.

You hold your arms out, "Come here,"

He turns to you, "Huh?"

You smile, gently bracing yourself against the headrest, "Come here, baby.

Five blinks slowly before crawling over to you. You gently guide him into your lap, head tucked under your chin.

Five was stiff for a few moments, clearly testing to see if he liked the contact. You gently rub up and down his arms, before gently wrapping a spare blanket around him.

“Oh, baby," You coo, gently running a hand through his hair, "You take such good care of everything. The world, your family, me. But I think it's time you let yourself be taken care of,"

Five's body starts to slump onto you more. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps his around your waist. He's on top of you now, but you're both comfortable.

Five sighs. You're so warm and comfortable. He doesn't want to move. Why would he move? Why would he do anything else but lay here, wrapped up protectively in your arms?

Five feels his eyelids grow heavy. Your hands continue to pet through his hair and run soothingly up and down his back. Why do anything else? Why kill? Why fight? Why push forward? Now is not the time for that.

"Looks who's struggling to stay awake," You tease softly, voice no louder than a whisper.

Five whines, hiding his face away in your chest, "Noooo, I'm fine,"

“You can barely keep your eyes open,” you chuckle softly, “It’s okay, baby. You can fall asleep in my lap. I’ll hold you, all night long, just like this,”

Five hums, completely relaxing against you. You gently tilt his chin up and begin leaving kisses down his neck. Not to arouse, but rather to calm.

Five sighs in bliss

You kiss up Five's neck to his ear, “I love you,” you whisper right into his ear. You then start to gently kiss the lobe, 

Five squirms a little, laughing softly, “Y-Y/N! S-stop!”

You laugh too, “Stop squirming! I’m not even kissing that hard! You’re just ticklish!”

“A-am not!” Five protests weakly. You slowly start to stop, 

“Well, what if I move my lips over to your forehead,” You kiss Five's forehead, 

“Then your nose,” You kiss his nose, 

“Then finally, your lips,” You kiss Five's softly, trying to put all the love you feel into one kiss. You break away after a little, “I love you, baby. I love you so, so much,”

“I love you too,” Five lays back down on your chest, smiling.

“I know you do,” You purr, resuming your earlier movements, “You’ve shown me that every day. And I can never describe how thankful I am for that and for you,”

You kiss Five's head, "Now, just rest, my love. I'll be here when you wake up,"

Five smiles and finally lets his eyes flutter closed. He curls into you a little more, before finally drifting to sleep.

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WOO! Finally got this request done! So sorry it took so long, Anon! I'll get better at answering requests! Thanks again for the request and feel free to send more in!

[deceasedream69]

Past pt. 1

Summary: you go back for revenge.

Tw: mentions of blood, losing a limb lol and violence.

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Five's pov

- "so, I wasn't the first one", Viktor was shocked.

- "of course not, all of you are my dissapointment in some way or another, none of you children lived out to be the expectation I imagined", Reginald stand straight, seeing the faces of sadness arise among his "disappointing" children.

- "that was the dry... Blood", I tighten my grip on the balcony rail.

- "you are a monster", Sloane let her tears fall.

- "He never cared about us, big news", Diego huffed.

- "we disappointed you as your children? You disappointed us as a father", Viktor tightened his hands.

- "true that", Klaus pointed at Viktor, nodding.

I still remember some parts, some memories, even some antics we pulled together, though, she was way older than all of us, but she was never introduced as one of our siblings, one of us.

Suddenly the ceiling glass broke, I just saw something shiny flying right in my direction, but I knew it was too late for even trying anything. I closed my eyes and waited for the worst.

The room when suddenly silent, I opened my eyes again, and there she was.

- "impossible", Reginald's mouth couldn't seem to be able to shut. It seemed as he was even doubting his loyal monocle. My hands back onto the balcony rail, waiting for the next thing to happen.

She was standing right in front of him, leaning slightly to her left, covered in blood, like waiting for something, not one word scaped her mouth for a good while.

- "father."

Everyone was absolutely still, even Klaus was covering his mouth to prevent the spilling of something stupid that would ruin the environment.

- "number 9"

She looked down.

- "we're still like cattle to you...", She whispered, making a ball of red power in her hand.

- "you can control that now"

Everyone could sense Reginald's fear.

- "wasn't that the reason for sending me here, daddy? Or were you expecting to see my skeleton here?"

Reginald couldn't find the right words to say, that was pretty obvious.

She threw the ball right next to his face, some things caught on fire right behind him.

-"I made a question"

-"you don't get anything by yelling, I thought I taught you better"

Her eyes sparked red.

-"You... didn't taught me anything", she was cautiously moving towards Reginald.

-"Y/n, stop", Allison intervened.

-"I'm not y/n, I'm 9", she tilted her head.

-"I heard the rumor that you stopped breathing".

I couldn't believe what she just did.

3rd person pov

Five teleported next to y/n, she was holding her chest, trying as hard as she could to keep breathing.

-"fuck! no, come here", his voice soft.

Five grabbed her arm softly and teleported them to the stairs behind them. Keeping one hand holding her arm and the other on her back. Both her arms gripping Five's arm tight. After a few seconds she took a deep breath.

#imagines #fanfic #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy fanfic #tua x reader #tua fanfic

[deceasedream69]

AY AY AY MI AMOR, ME MUERO

10. "Do you still believe in Santa?"

-maybe w/ Jake Lockley🌙

Thx:)

A/N: A tiny blurb with our boy Jake. I really hope you like it, thanks for requesting!! (Is the gif jake Lockley tm? No, but I have to work with what we've got and that is Oscar Isaac wearing a beret)

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day 10: “Do you really still believe in Santa?”

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem. reader

Word Count: 601 words

Warnings: Super small mentions of blood and violence (this is Jake after all...)

It was rare to see Jake being the one to get home. Most of the time you had Marc slumping through the door frame silently asking for your care; other times it was Steven, whimpering and almost immediately falling into the bed with the only request of having you join him by his side; but when it came to Jake, you never really knew what to do.

It had been snowing all day, freezing air chilling your bones, and even though you were worried about them you had to admit that it warmed your heart to think maybe it was Jake coming to you this time because he needed that little extra help, that warm welcome you always give to either one of your boys. He stood by the door mumbling something in Spanish, something you could only blame on the cold December air since his nose was red and he kept rubbing his gloved hands together in between trying to take the gloves off.

When you reached his side he tried to pull his hands away, blood and grime could reach your hands, and he didn’t want to out you through that. “Hey, it’s fine. I just want to help.” You assured him, to which he only replied with a grunt.

“No, no. No te preocupes [Don’t worry].” Jake tried again, his voice rich and raspy reaching your ears even though it was almost a whisper. 

“Let me,” you gave him a glance from under your eyelashes that made him realize you were not there to argue, one that made him sigh in defeat and let your hands do their job against his; he was not used to your warm skin against his, to your soft fingertips against his palm - that was something for the other two guys, he was there for a wholly different purpose, but Jake knew you saw right through that.

“These could use an upgrade.” You said referring to his dirty gloves. The fabric was worn against his palms, and there were stains on them that you knew were not coming out no matter what.

He let out a little chuckle, one to win him more time since he was too busy looking at you. “These are fine, no necesito más [I don’t need more].”

“Well, who knows, maybe Santa will get you new ones.” You freed his hands, throwing the gloves aside and rubbing his hands with yours, sharing some of your warmth with him.

“Ay, ay, ay, mi amor. Do you really still believe in Santa?”

“I believe in Christmas miracles.” You kissed his knuckles after, not missing the way his eyes crinkled by the corners with a smile. “Besides, I used to not believe in ancient gods, how did that work out?”

“Ay, mi vida.” Jake shook his head, hiding the smile of endearment that was starting to creep up his face. Changing positions, his hands cupped yours to lift them and kiss your palms. “Where do I send my letter then? I might need a few things.”

“Don’t worry, I got you covered.” Standing on your tiptoes you reached his rosy cheek, this time much warmer than when he got home.

“Even me?” He asked, afraid of the answer.

“Especially you.” The loving smile he sent your way was as rare as his appearances, but one you would treasure forever for another cold afternoon. It was brief and quick, since not short after Marc started fronting this time, but that little moment with Jake was enough to remind you both that you’re still there, waiting for each other after every long day.

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"Who did this to you?"

Another one requested by @treasureswordsgirl55 😗💖

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

CW: Mentions of street violence

[gif by @userpoe]

Your hands were shaking and your breathing quickening by the second. Never before had you felt like that, impotence and confusion making your limbs tremble as you stood there, unmoving, waiting for the shock to pass.

Marc found you like that, hidden in the same alley you were ambushed on your way home. His voice was a distant mumble as you tried to regain composure, but everything felt blurry, even his strong hands against your shoulders.

"Hey, baby, what happened?" His voice urged, his eyes looking for yours, but you couldn't focus. You heard your name coming from his lips in a distant echo, but the words from the men who attacked you were still sounding in your head.

The knife that had been pressed to your throat made a feeling of cold metal linger on your skin, and there were red marks around your wrists, it was all too much for you to focus on reality. Marc noticed it when your hands instinctively reached for him, delicately holding your wrists and examining your arms.

"Shit," he mumbled, pursing his lips when he put two and two together. "What happened?"

"I- I don't- I-" your stutter made Marc sigh in displeasure, his chest heaving as he looks around the street.

"Hey, honey, look at me." He called you as gently as he could, moving his hands from your arms to your cheeks, small circles caressing your skin. "Look at me." He repeated when he saw his efforts to bring you back to him were working, your eyes focusing on him. "Who did this to you?"

You looked at him in silence for a second, bottom lip quivering, your hands flying to grab his arms for support. "They had that tattoo." As you spoke you noticed the white cape falling from his shoulders, which could explain why it all had happened. A petty revenge, an easy way to get to his nerves...

"Fucking Harlow." ...and it was working. Marc's eyes went wide and dark, cursing to himself. He pulled you to his broad chest with a kiss on your forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he kept saying, as if it had actually been his fault. "Shit, I'm so sorry." Marc said one last time, holding you tighter against him.

"It was not your fault."

"But I wasn't here." He moved back to look at your face, thumbs cleaning rogue tears with a deep frown set on his face. Grabbing your wrists with soft fingertips he lifted them to his lips, placing small kisses on them before doing the same to your lips. "I got you now, let's get you home."

As you could you nodded, letting his strong arm warp around your shoulders to walk you both home, knowing quite well his head was already working on his next move.

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[deceasedream69]

I CAN'T WITH THE MEME HAHAHAHAHAAHHA

LOOOOORDDDD

I've got a Steve & Marc prompt: Marc's doing Konshu's work and you're one of the few mercenaries he trusts. He asks for your help and you two do a mission together and end up falling in some sort of entanglement. In love? Lust? You decide. You meet Steven for the first time and he develops a crush on you. Then you discover that Steven never had sexual experiences himself and you kinda... fuck both of them?

thanks a lot for the prompt! I loved it, and I hope you like this <3

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warning(s): I do not give permission for my work to be copied, uploaded, or distributed elsewhere. This work is intended for 18+ audiences. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex. SMUT. Body worship, dirty talk, light D/S undertones, praising, edging, etc.

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I GOT YOU TOO

You were bound to find that out eventually, but you still feel like someone caught under the spotlight when the moment arrives.

"You've never been with someone?" you ask Steven.

His eyes, gentle and kind as ever, flick from side to side, almost as if hoping someone will come to his rescue. "I mean." He scoots further up on the bed, and you have to contain the smile on how adorably flustered he already looks. "I know Marc has been. He's married. Was. He was married. And before that, obviously. But I—no. Not me."

With one simple answer, you feel electricity taking over you.

"Would you like to?"

Steven laughs, nervous. "What?" He seems to notice the seriousness in your expression because he too loses the grin. "Are you... you want me?"

It baffled you every time this man said something and you were reminded of his insecurities. Of how hard his life had been, and how much unseen kindness, silliness, and good heart lived in that man's chest and were missed out of his life.

Being with Marc felt inevitable.

With Steven, it felt like a gift.

"You know I want you," you say, bringing your hand to his face. Steven was sprawled on the bed with Sanskrit textbooks surrounding him and so far, you had stayed sitting on the chair and desk in front of the bed, quietly doing your work and trying your best not to interrupt him. The conversation came and gone as you two did what you needed, but when the topic fell here, on Steve's lack of experience in bed, you were kneeling in front of him within seconds. "The second I saw you in that stupidly good-looking white suit and you saved my ass while jamming to yourself, I have."

Steven's smile grows little by little with your words.

His shoulders visibly relax, and his hands come to rest on your waist. "That was one of my most badass moments, I'll say that," he chuckles.

You kiss the grin off his face, trying to contain your own.

While you knew Marc much longer, you felt that since Steven's arrival, you managed to get to know both of them much better.

The soft presses of your mouth on his feel heightened with new electricity this time.

You're highly aware of your body laying on top of his and how warm his lean frame feels underneath yours through the layers of clothes. When Steven pulls back, but dives in again, you think yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

It drapes over your back like a blanket—his silent take in interest, and the curious nature of his mind coming out to play. Steven licks his way inside your mouth, lips as soft as his hands cupping your face. He hums in your mouth, pleased with how unabashedly you drag your tongue with his, kissing harder at each passing second.

Pressing your body closer, out of nowhere.

Needing to be closer.

Steven takes it. Accepts the whole weight of your body like it's nothing, and opens his mouth wider, allowing you to control the kiss.

His kisses have always been intoxicating, and with just one your mind spins.

Both of you pull back for air, and for a moment, all he does is hold and stare at your face, every inch of it.

Steven licks his lips, watching you, and you can see and feel his chest breathing heavily.

"You really want me?" Steven asks again.

The raw desire in his tone drapes over your eyelids, closing your eyes. Instead of answering, you trust your instinct, and press closer, head tilting upwards in blind search of his lips, "So much, Steven."

Your nose brushes on his chin and you run it down his neck. Underneath you, his body is squirming, leaning, and pressing against the places you touch.

"Can I show you how much?" You ask him, leaving kisses all over his neck.

The way Steven bares his neck, craning his neck and dropping his head back makes you groan against his skin. One of your hands comes up to his neck and holds it for leverage—there'll be a bruise tomorrow on the muscle where you latch your whole mouth, teeth and tongue in, and suck.

It's rare for you to give in to your instincts — primal, harder, tighter, like that, Marc — and just bite. Marc usually gives it back twice as hard whenever you go out like this on him, but Steve.

Oh, Steven.

He groans, moaning a little broken, his body going a little slack. Then, when you pull back and blow some air on the wet spot, Steven shudders and with an impressive display of strength, pulls you fully onto his lap in one single motion.

You yelp in surprise, but Steven has no little smiles to offer you this time.

He's always the one who will just look at you and smile whenever you giggle, but all he seems to want now is your lips.

You're more than okay with that.

Kissing Steven when he's surrendered to an idea is different, you find out.

Steven's serious kisses are deep and languid, almost intoxicated-like, but his hands are a whole other matter.

They roam all over your body, exploring. Curious.

From your neck to your back, to the sides of your body, Steven runs his hands on you strongly, almost as if mapping you. Getting to know your curves and spots, the ticklish and soft ones, as well as the ones that made your hips press down harder against his lap.

When Steven's hands make their way up on your legs and end up underneath you, gripping your ass, you moan in his mouth.

"Fuck," he mutters, pulling back to look at you. "I like this. Like this a lot."

You need to ruin this man.

Putting both hands on his chest, you lift your upper body, pushing his body down. Steven goes willingly—there's a pillow behind his back and he's resting so beautifully on the bed, and you need to see more of him.

"Can I take this off?" You ask, touching his long-sleeved flannel. With his nod of permission, you start unbuttoning his shirt, button by button, your eyes pinned on him.

Underneath you, Steven's cock is already hard enough for you to feel through both of your pants. You want to grind down on him, but you're enjoying too much watching the blush that spreads on his cheeks and down to his chest the more you undress him.

He helps you to take it all the way off, tossing it to the ground.

You bring the tip of your fingers to his belly button, and start running it across his chest. "I wanna do many things to you..." Your mind loses way for a moment, lost in all the things crossing your mind, but it comes back when you feel his hips bucking up, seeking friction. "But I wanna hear what you want, too."

Maintaining eye contact with him as you lean your body down to run the wet tip of your tongue up his abdomen is important to you.

Steven's fascinating to watch.

The sheer pleasure, so obvious in his face, is such an inspiration that it reaches spots inside of you, waking up all of your corners.

He groans, low in his throat, and you end the lick between his pecs. "You're so good-looking," you praise him, peppering his chest in kisses. "So pretty, baby."

The next sound out of him is the neediest whimper you've heard come out of his body underneath you.

"Can I suck you off?" you ask.

Steven shakes his head so vehemently that his pretty hair swooshes around him. "No—no," it comes out strained. "I won't last."

You want to coo at him, but you hold it back, not wanting to overwhelm him too much.

"Can I ride you, then?" you ask, cupping his face. "If at any point you want to take over, I know you're strong enough to flip me around and do as you please," you chuckle.

Steven looks like he might burst out of his skin. "You'd—you like that? You'd let me just—just throw you around?"

Oh, baby. "Yeah," you grin, feeling wicked and a bit evil for how much you're going to work him up. It's definitely making you drunk—the knowledge that you'll be Steven's first makes you want to go all the way, use every trick in your book and then some more, but you know he deserves better than just a performance. You'll let your gut guide you, as it always does, and right now, it tells you that all he needs is for you to mean this. "I love being manhandled," you whisper, a mere inch away from his lips.

Steven's laugh is a little nervous, but not as much as you'd expect. "I once put my arm over you when we were driving and that biker came out of nowhere and you did not look this—horny. In fact, you threw my protective arm a very mean look, if I remember."

"Hm. Not the same, baby." To make a point, you drew a circle with your hips, getting a feel of how hard Steven was underneath you. "And you know that."

"Fuuck," it comes out so strained that it makes you wet.

"I need to hear you tell me what you want, Steven," you plea.

Steven's arm comes around your waist, guiding you to grind on him again. His gasps and moans are making you more aroused than your body had any right to be.

He sounds so surprised.

You bite your bottom lip, and you're thankful for it when you hear perfectly his whisper of, "Wanna get inside you. Please."

"Fuck." Your moan is high-pitched and is a result of his words and how delicious he feels. A little painful due to the all the zippers, but you intended on getting rid of that right now. "Lemme take your clothes off."

"No—wait, me first," Steven asks, a little desperate.

You smile at him, and expand your arms in silent permission.

He takes off your blouse, then unbuttons your pants. He has to tap your waist twice to ask you to lift your hips because you're too distracted by his look of pure concentration, and your brain subconsciously adds to the pile of 'things that make Steven and Marc very different.

Marc would've thrown you over the bed and pulled the jeans out of you like an animal.

Steven waits for you to get up, then takes off your pants with care. You lay back down again and do the same tapping on him. Undressing him waters your mouth a little, and the reason is staring you right in front of your face.

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I just put it in my mouth—just a little?" you beg. His cock straining on the confines of his black tight briefs makes your mouth water. You miss the weight of it on your tongue, even if it hadn't been longer than days. You wanna just give him a little taste.

Steven's hands come up to rub on his face, and he's nodding rapidly, hips bucking up against the wind. "Yeah. Yeah, you can."

"Thank you," you smile at him, knowing what the request has done.

When you pull him out, the leaking tip is the first thing your mouth attaches to. You lick around the head, pulling his foreskin back and wrapping the head in your lips, swirling your tongue against the sensitive part.

Steven's little "ah—ah!" are music to your ears.

He keeps his hips very still — another one for the pile — and moans, groaning growing louder the more you suck, the deeper your push his cock inside your mouth.

"Y/n!" He screams. "Oh—oh, please. Please?"

Even his begging is sweet.

"Hmhm," you mouth around his cock, pulling out with a nasty, wet pop. His eyes roll to the back of his head a little.

You take off your panties in a quick motion, and then climb back on his lap like someone eager to get their desert. Steven's red, from his cheeks to the middle of his chest, and his hair is wild. You realize that's where his hands were instead of being in your hair.

I am definitely going to ruing this man.

With calculated motions, you reach behind yourself, hold his cock in your hands and gently guide it to your entrance.

Steven freezes underneath you. His closed eyes give you the opportunity to drag this out a second more, so you do.

You rub the head of his dick on your wet entrance, playing with yourself, using him to toy with your clit, moaning above him.

Your own eyes close at it, and they only open when Steven's hands' grip your waist.

Suddenly, both of them. There's a smacking sound with how strongly he grabs you, and your eyes snap open in the direction of his.

He looks at you and mutters, "Please," before sinking your body around him.

You moan out loud, mouth gaping open.

Steven feels so thick. The human mind is truly the most intricate and complex machine because even though you've had this cock buried inside you more times than you could count by now, you could swear upon a lie detector that you never did. That you can feel his veins, his pulse inside of you, the way it twitches when he bottoms out and your pelvis meets, the frequency that his hands that are on you are trembling at.

Steven feels incredible.

"Steven," you whine. "Feel so good, baby. So, so good."

"Oh my god."

You open your eyes. Steven's are closed shut, squeezed tight, so you lean your upper body towards his and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"How does it feel?" you ask him to free him from his own overwhelming thoughts. A first time is never easy, and you can only imagine how much he's taking in. "You feel amazing. Stretching me out so nice," you mutter on his lips, going up and down just a little.

Steven grips around your waist, burying his face against your tits.

"It's so warm. So wet—Y/n, FUCK. Do that again, do that again," he pleas when you snap your hips all the way up, then all the way down. "Fuck, that was so good."

"Ready, baby?"

"I'm ready, I am."

Steven is ready.

Using his shoulders for leverage, you start riding his dick like you're on record.

Like he'll see it later and remember how well you took him, how meticulous you were about it.

Steven needs to feel it all, you tell yourself. Abusing the power invested by work-out in your thighs, you pull all the way up, then down. Bouncing takes a lot on the knees, but you do it for a few minutes until you're starting to feel tired. That's when you switch to fucking him hard, but slow.

He takes it all with no complaints, only groans and loud moans that he muffles on your neck.

He's a champ at sitting there and looking pretty, and all of those sappy, filthy thoughts start slipping from your lips the more you grind on him.

"You look so good taking it, Steven—oh, god, your dick feels so good. You feel it? Put your hand here—fuck, right there—yeah, fuck me back, baby." Sometimes, his name came out in whines, and Steven kissed the whines from your lips. "D'you feel your dick in me? Hm?"

"Oh my god, Y/n. I'm not gonna last—I'm not—" Steven interrupts himself when you start bouncing once again, fucking him too fast for his brain to come up with or finish sentences.

You're high on it, too—all the mumbling of his name says as much, and how hot you feel all over gives away that your body will be snapping any time soon.

Then, Steven snaps first. Not cums, but snaps—he growls underneath you, grips your waist hard to stop the movements of your hips, and pulls you up until he's out of you, and that's when he flips you both over, using your legs to pull you backward.

You fall on your back, and he's on top of you in a second.

Then, because he's Steven, he hovers over you for a moment. "Was that okay? I wanna fuck you so bad," he whines, kissing you right after.

You wrap your legs around his waist as an answer, and Steven guides himself back inside you this time.

He holds your legs in place, and then reaches behind him to grab the pillow he had and put it underneath your back while muttering, "Shut up, shut up, I heard you," and oh, that was Marc whispering filth to him.

Traitor.

When Steven pushes all the way inside you this time, he takes only a second to recover, and that's all he gives you before he's fucking into you.

He starts slow, getting used to the position and looking at your face in search for any discomfort, but when your eyes close and your smile spreads across your face, you hear his grunt that edges on the line of a growl and he's ramming into you, fucking you like he wants to get you off, him off, the both of you at the same damn time.

"Stev—oh, FUCK. There, right there, baby—"

"Here? Fuck, you're so wet, listen to his," he moans, his upper body falling more into yours. Steven's arms cage the side of your head and feeling trapped under him makes you moan even louder.

You're clawing at his back, leaving stretch marks that will probably last days while muttering his name over and over, and you were going to ask him to touch your clit too, but Steven finds your g-spot and his hips go in such a perfect rhythm just long enough that it when it happens, it bursts out of you.

You scream when your pussy squirts, clenching so hard around his cock that you're unsure of what makes him gasp and his thrusts to falter first—if it's the realization that you're squirting, or the grip around him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuck," Steven rams into you a few more times and then he's coming with broken moans, his face burying in your neck.

For a moment, your body's shaking too much for you to form a thought.

It takes a second.

You're whimpering, body sensitive and loaded, and it might be seconds or minutes between your orgasm and the next thing you feel, but regardless, the lips on your neck make you whimper louder.

"Shhhhh." The kisses on your neck are tongue kisses.

There's a low grunt when you feel him pulling out, but when those fingers replace his cock and start pumping out his cum out, your body trembles all over again.

This isn't Steven.

"He made you squirt, pretty?"

Fuck.

Good gods, you're fucked.

"Marc," you whine.

"Hmmm, me." He laughs, and bites on your bottom lip so hard it must bleed a little. "Just breathe."

"Marc."

"I'm gonna clean you up," he tells you, kissing down your chin. "Gonna clean you up real good with my tongue, just how you like it, how about that?"

"Oh god," you cry.

"And unless I find that same spot and have you squirting all over my face, then I won't give you the dicking you deserve after doing so good like you did tonight." He kisses one of your nipples, then sucks it into his mouth. "We have a deal?"

When Marc gets jealous, this is usually how you pay.

You nod, as obedient as ever when he's on top of you.

"Good girl," Marc presses a kiss to your lips, then spreads your legs apart. "You remember your words, right?"

Green, yellow, red. "I do."

"Good girl," he praises, kissing the hood of your pussy before he licks you for the first time. "We're all gonna have so much fun tonight."

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the cuntery of it all

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Lord

Terrible Lie

Paring 〉Dom! Jake Lockley x Brat Fem Reader (Ft. Steven and Marc)

Genre 〉smut and some fluff

Warnings 〉sex toys (reader gets caught using one), teasing, slow burn? Kinda?, semi-impact play, semi-breath play, fingering, pussy eating, language, pussy drunk Jake, slight jealous (Marc and Steven), kinda mean Jake, after care

Summary 〉The boys 2 weeks away drove you crazy. Deciding to find your own entertainment, you get a surprise you’d never expect.

[Jake speaking some Spanish, translations at end]

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Although Jake was the one who fronted the least out of the boys, you both still had a great relationship.

He would let Steven and Marc take control most of the time due to being used to being on the sidelines which you understood but you’d always encourage him to spend time with you if he’d like.

The boys had some business to take care of for a few days which left you alone for a while. You were used to their short times away but they never felt any less better when they came around.

Unbeknownst to you, Steven ‘forgot’ to tell you that Jake had taken the body for a few days and would be coming home early added with the fact that he also ‘forgot’ to tell Jake you’d be at their place when he’d arrive.

You missed your boys, 2 weeks without seeing them was saddening, to say the least. So without them there, you decided to invest in a new toy to keep your mind at ease.

Your friends had been telling you about a vibrator they had gotten, praising it and its ability to get the job done fast so you decide to give it a try.

You tossed on one of Stevens sweatshirts and threw yourself onto the bed, toy at hand as you spread your legs. You played with the settings a little, chuckling in surprise as you pressed the highest setting causing the vibrating to louden.

“no..” you shook your head, deciding your go slow before testing out that hell of a setting. You sunk into the pillows, taking in the scent of Marc and Steven as you wore Stevens clothes and laid onto Marc’s usual pillow.

Your fingers trail down your stomach, rubbing yourself through your soaked panties as your mind flashed to Stevens whines and Marc’s moans.

You thought about how Jake would sound, would he whine? Moan? You had a feeling he’d be vocal but never got the chance to truly find out since he’d never mentioned sex.

You thought maybe he didn’t find you sexually attractive or maybe had no attraction to you at all. But little did you know it was quite the opposite.

Jake would hear Stevens and Marc’s conversations about you, how good you felt, how sweet you tasted. They tried convincing him to front more, telling him you always asked and questioned them about him.

He knew all of it already, listening from behind and even sometimes studying your body through the mirror when one of the boys was bottoming you out.

He loved the way your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, that shaky whine you’d let out everytime you’d cum made him dizzy.

-

You tossed your panties to the side, planting your legs wide as you pressed the vibrating silicone toy onto your soaked cunt. Dragging it between your folds slowly as you pressed it onto your swollen clit.

Your body shook in pleasure, the cold silicone making you whine as you felt your slick run down your folds. Your mind automatically went to the thought of Jake, imagining the way his mouth would feel, how his hands would feel as he wrapped your legs around his shoulders.

“Fuckk…” you purred as the images became vivid. Imaging his tongue flicking your clit as he pumped his thick fingers in and out of you.

-

Jake was happy to be home, happy that Steven would call you in the morning and see you’re pretty face again.

He was fiddling with his keys when he heard a quiet vibrating, stopping in his tracks as he listened closely. He guessed Marc must’ve left that damn desk light on again since it happens to buzz when left on for too long.

Pushing the door open quietly his eyes widen as he heard your soft moans from the bedroom. He thinks he must be imagining things as he hears you whine out his name.

He locks the door behind him and walks towards the bedroom. He stops in his tracks as he sees your legs sprawled across the bed with your face buried in the pillow.

“Fucking hell,” Steven says through the mirror. He looks at Jake as if to ask why he isn’t between your legs already. “If you aren’t going to do something let me take the body” Marc pleads as he looks at you through the mirror.

Jake's eyes are glued onto you, completely ignoring the boy's words as he watches your legs shake softly.

“Que vista”

You jump at the sound of a low voice from beside you. “STE- Jake?” You semi-yell as you toss the vibrator beside you.

“Don’t stop preciosa, by all means, keep going” Jake nods. His stare burns through you from his hooded eyes as he leans onto the doorframe with his arms crossed, biceps bulging through his black button-up.

“I- I didn’t know you were coming back so early” you mutter as you pull the sheets onto your naked bottom half. You try and hide the vibrator as if he didn’t just see you with your legs spread wide open while you cried his name into the pillow.

“And I didn’t know you’d be home” he smiles. He walks up to the side of the bed, moving your arm away and yanking the vibrator from behind your back.

“Moaning my name out while you played with yourself? Bet Marc and Steven are jealous knowing I haven’t even touched you once and your cumming at the thought of me” he snarks.

“No I wasn’t” you protested unconvincingly. Your face was burning from embarrassment, of course, the few times you see Jake he catches you legs spread while you fucked yourself.

“No me gustan las mentirosas” he sighs, his eyes watching you closely as you squeezed your legs together. “If you're just going to lecture me get out and let me finish” you hiss as you grow irritated as the feeling of being stopped mid-way through your orgasm sinks in.

His eyebrows raised in surprise at the back talk. He’s never heard you talk like this even with Marc or Steven. He guessed he either really pissed you off or you just like being a brat with him.

“Well I’m not the one who is fucking themselves in their boyfriend's home now, aren’t I? I’m not going anywhere” he chuckles.

You wanted to say something snarky back but stopped yourself as you saw the way his pants grew tight around his crotch.

He didn’t notice that you saw his growing bulge through his pants. He hoped it would be too dark for you to see but he was unaware of your ability to see slightly better in the dark.

“Give it back” you whine as you try and grab the toy out of his hands. He yanks back teasingly, shaking his head as he turned around and started to walk away.

“NO no please” you pleaded “please jake please”

He closed his eyes at the sound of your soft whines. “You know Steven and Marc are too nice to you, always giving you what you want. Is that why you're acting like such a fucking brat with me? Because I don’t give you want you want?”

You know he’s right, he knows he’s right by the way you stay quiet and groan in annoyance. Jake can hear the boys bicker about giving one of them the body. Telling him if he won’t give it to you they’ll happily comply.

“If my attitude means so much to you why don’t yo-“

Halfway through your sentence Jake turned around and gave you a death glare. His eyes threatened you not to talk.

“If I really piss you off…” you purred. You toss the sheets off yourself, crawling on the bed and sitting on your knees as you reach the end of the bed “Why are you hard?”

You chuckle softly as his eyebrows narrow. He walks up to you at a painfully slow pace, his hand reaching out to hold your cheek as he ran his thumb down your lips.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish muñeca” he hums. His eyes try their best to stay on your face. Your soft thighs glowed slightly as the moon lit up the room with the softest glow.

“Or what?” You purr, your eyes staring up at him in admiration as your lips spread and take his thumb into your mouth.

A hum vibrates through you as you roll your tongue over the base of his thumb. His eyes grew dark as you smiled up at him with his thumb between your lips.

Within seconds you were on your back, Jake was hovering over you with need in his eyes. His hands ran up your body, tossing Steven's sweatshirt off of you as he buried himself between your neck.

His needy moans made you whine as he rocked himself onto your soaked cunt. His name spilled from your mouth as he sucked bruises onto your neck.

“Tal vez necesito enseñarte cómo comportar”

He lifts himself slightly, taking in your flushed complexion and plump lips before he wrapped your legs around his waist.

Your hands tangled into his damp hair, pulling him deeper into a kiss as both of you fought for dominance.

His hand snaked around your throat, curving into a v as he pressed onto the sides of your throat. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you felt your breath hitch.

You smiled at the way he knew exactly how to choke you, after all, he probably does this a lot in his line of work.

You let him take control, fully aware that one had to lose to take control and it certainly wouldn’t be him.

“Good girl” he cockily hums onto your cheek. “Think I’ll test this out for myself” he cooed as he backed off your body.

His hands snaked up onto the back of your thighs, spreading you wide open for him to take a look at what was his.

He salivated at the sight of your slick-filled folds, the puffy swollen skin making him moan. He was debating whether or not to use the vibrator but as soon as he saw you spread out for him he didn’t have a second thought about it.

You were a mess, chest rising heavily and your fingers dug into the sheets as you watched him lower himself between your legs. He made sure to never break eye contact with you as he did so.

“What were you thinking about while playing with yourself muñeca? Of me eating this pretty pussy out? Or maybe me fucking that attitude out? Tell me” he purred.

You felt like you could cum just by his words, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you tried to get the words out.

He smacked your thigh harshly “talk”

“I- I as thinking o-“ You cut yourself off mid-sentence as the thought of pissing him off more came to your mind. You tried to hide the smile as you answered “I was thinking of Marc…” you whined in a shaky tone.

“Mmmh” he nodded. He knew what you were doing, and he sure did enjoy it. “Really? Marc? Maybe I should let him take care of you then” he shrugged as he looked into the mirror.

“NO no- no you Jake you” you almost yelled. Your eyes widened as you saw him nod at the mirror. “But you just said you were thinking of Marc sweets? I wouldn’t want to take you away from him” he sighed.

You can feel the pride slip away from you as you debated what to say. You were fully aware he knew it was a lie, but if you kept up the act he would definitely let Marc take control.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want Marc, you just wanted to finally have Jake for yourself. He rarely ever fronted during sex which made this feel like it would be the last if you kept the brat act up.

“Huh?” He hissed. His hand slapped your thigh again as you buried your face into the pillow. “I lied…” you whispered. You knew Marc would be pissed at this, you dug yourself into a hole.

“Can’t hear you” Jake mocked. “I lied,” you said louder. An amused smile grew on his face “You lied? Why is that?”

“I- I don’t know”

“Another lie” he sighed. His lips kissed the insides of your thighs. Teasing you as he got closer to your pussy “So many lies coming out of you I think you need to learn some manners don’t you think?”

“Marc says you should, he’s not happy with this” Jake chuckles in accomplishment. As you were about to speak Jake cut you off “I suggest the next words are chosen wisely”

“I’m sorry” you whined, pleading with him to touch you as he looked at you with admiration and need. “Tell me the truth, what were you thinking of?”

You hated him, you knew he was fully aware that he was the one you were moaning for. He just wanted you to admit it, he wanted the boys to know it.

They knew you didn’t favor any of them over each other, they just hated the thought that it wasn’t their name being moaned out. Steven would’ve been whining and bickering if it was Marc who had been the one you thought of, and the same way around with Marc.

“You”

Your voice was shaky and ragged as he held onto you, his denim jeans rubbing against the sheets for friction. “Me? Really? What was I doing to you princesa?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the number of questions. You jumped at the sudden harsh slap on your face as Jake pulled himself up and held your face up to his “What’d I say about the attitude?” He hissed.

“I’m sorry” you moaned. Your arms were piercing through his long sleeve as you looked up at him “Now tell me…. What was I doing to you for you to be that wet? Saw how left that toy, covered in cum”

You just wanted him to lose his patience and fuck you full, but you knew by now that Jake won’t give you any sort of satisfaction if you didn’t have patience. He waited so long for this to happen he didn’t mind waiting a little longer just to drive you crazy.

“I- I was thinking of you between my legs, eating me out while you fucked me with your fingers”

Jake groaned at your words, smiling down at you before pressing a soft wet kiss onto your lips “Eating you out huh? Like this?” He cooed.

He lowered himself between your legs within seconds. “Fuck” you panted out shakily as he wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you pinned down.

“How did I start muñeca? Fingers first or mouth first?”

You couldn’t think straight, how was it that he hasn’t even touched you once, and you're already a complete fucking mess.

“Fingers”

You looked down to see him already staring up at you before throwing a cocky wink up at you as he nodded. He never looked away from you as he rubbed two fingers onto your folds, dipping them in softly as he spread your folds apart and teased you with each of his movements.

“Jake… f- fuck” you cried out as he pushed his fingers inside you. His thick fingers filled you perfectly as he pumped in and out of you slowly.

His eyes follow his fingers, and his cock gets harder as he watched his fingers disappear into you. You clenched around him needly as he watched your slick run down your hole.

He couldn’t help but lean down and clean it up before it went to waste. Your body jerked at the feeling of his tongue sliding down your cunt. Your hips jolted forward as he moaned onto you.

It was like a switch flipped inside Jake as soon as he tasted you, he didn’t give a shit about teasing anymore. He buried his face into your pussy, lapping hungrily as he felt you making a mess out of yourself.

He swore this was the best thing he’s ever experienced, his fingers pumping in and out of you as he sucked and slurped your pussy like a man deprived of food.

He removed his fingers, sucking them clean quickly before burying his face back into you. Your hands ran through his hair, massaging and slightly pulling his brown messy locks as he kept you pinned onto the bed.

Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his tongue flicking and circling your clit. The slight facial hair growing on his face rubbed against your thighs as he held them still.

You were shaking, squirming under him as he threatened you with a groan. “Ja- Jake fu-“ You were crying out his name, tugging at his curls as you felt the knot in your stomach start to form.

You tried your best to stay still but your body moved on its own. Kicking and squirming as clenched around nothing, your clit aching on his tongue as you leaked onto the sheets.

Your mind was foggy, dazed with pleasure as he continues to lap at your puffy folds. Your eyes rolled back as soon as you looked between your thighs, the sight of Jake bobbing and swaying his head as he ate you out was a sight to see.

He pulled back slowly, his mouth covered in slick as he licked his lips clean. His fingers cleaned up the rest of the mess on his face, licking them clean with a low hum.

You lay there with your legs spread, your thighs soaked, and pussy throbbing post-orgasm. “So quiet for someone with such a big mouth” Jake cooed.

He dropped onto your chest, kissing you hungrily as he rubbed slow circles onto your hips. You smiled into his lips, kissing him lovingly as one of his fingers ran up to soothe your cheek.

Your hands traveled down to his belt, fiddling with the metal before he gripped your wrist. “Not right now princesa, let me take care of you” Jake reassured.

You were surprised when he got up from the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds then came out with a warm cloth to clean you up.

“But I wanna take care of you” you whined. Trying to close your legs in protest, he chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Trust me, you’ll get many chances too. But right now rest okay? You’re tired, I can tell muñeca. It’s ok” he nods.

You look at him unconvinced as you could still see the painfully hard bulge through his jeans

“If you want to take care of me, let’s lay in bed and get some rest ok? Do that for me?” Jake smiled.

Your heart warmed at his soft smile. You nodded in compliance as he threw you one of his shirts and changed into something more comfortable.

“Don’t worry about me, you can make it up to me tomorrow”

Translations:

Que vista - what a sight

No me gustan las mentirosas - I don’t like liars

Muñeca - doll

Tal vez necesito enseñarte cómo comportar - maybe I should teach you how to behave

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- "mi amor...", I CAN'T FEEL MY FUCKING LEGS.

And the "cara mia?!??!!!?!" I'M SAT.

Cara Mia

Summary | You and Marc are invited to a Halloween party by Layla, and before you can get out the door, Jake just has to have a moment with you in your costume. 

 Pairing | Marc Spector x fem!reader/Jake Lockley x fem!reader, And A mention of Steven Grant x fem!reader lol. 

Genre | Fluff! 

 Word Count | 753

Warnings! | Allusions To Smut!, Marc Spector, Inaccurate DID, Some Google Translate Spanish , And, Not Really Proofread! Lol . 

Author's Note! | I rewatched the Addams family and I could just not stop thinking of this! Lmao, If you are not familiar "Cara Mia" Is A Term Of Endearment That Gonez Addams Uses For Morticia Addams! And As Always I Also Have Severe OCD So If There Are Random Cap’s Where There Normally Would Not Be, I’m So Sorry, And That Is Why! But, I Think That I Did Pretty Well This Time! Lol .

  You and Marc had been invited to a Halloween party by Layla.  He begged you to not go. He would rather order take out and watch Halloween movies with you on the couch all night instead of going to a party, because at a party, he would more than likely have to socialize. But, you wanted to go, and for you, he would do anything. 

He looked at himself in the mirror and thought that he looked absolutely ridiculous. He had been growing and keeping up this pencil stache for about 2 weeks now. Jake seemed to think that they looked good with it, Marc and Steven, not so much. 

He put on the suit and walked out of the bathroom to get the cigar. But, he was quickly stopped in his tracks when he saw you looking in the mirror dressed as one Morticia Addams. 

"Marc! What do you think?" You said giving him a quick little spin in your costume. You were very pleased with how it all turned out. Especially with how he looked. 

The words were taken out of Marc's mouth, he was in pure awe of you. The way the dress hugged you in all the right places. The way you had styled your hair. Once Marc had figured out the words to say, the body had been taken over before he could even say them. 

"Cara Mia indeed." Jake said, walking up to you with his arms out and ready to hold you from behind. He was frilled when you told Marc that you wanted to go as Gomez And Morticia Addams for this Halloween Party and had immediately offered to take over the body on that day since it fell on one of Marc's days . Much to his dismay though, Marc refused, claiming that The Invitation was for him and Steven and not Jake. 

“Jake, Sweetheart, you know that it’s Marcs night.” You said to him while smiling. One of yours and Jake's favorite things to do together was to watch “The Addams Family''.  It started with having to pick a movie one night to watch together while you ate your dinner.  Jake had been the one to suggest it.  It turned into watching the movies so many times that you could quote them, to having the 1960s show on while you did random things during the day such as cleaning. The two of you just bonded over it. 

“Mi Amor, Do you truly expect me to stay away, and let Marc have you all to himself when you are dressed like this?” He asked while he was staring at you through the mirror. He could feel Marc trying to take over the body again, but Jake was just not gonna let that happen right now.  He couldn’t help himself. 

“I will give the body back in a moment, cariño. I just need a moment with you in this dress, I mean, I think that poor little Steven might have fainted.” He said, causing you to turn around in a panic. 

“What do you mean? Is he alright?” You asked with worry written all over your face. 

“He’s fine, Querida. Just in awe of how absolutely beautiful you are.” He said leaning in to kiss you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Every time Jake kissed you he always took your breath away. He always kissed you with so much passion that it almost hurt when it ended. 

“I will give the body back to Marc, but only if you promise to put this outfit back on for me, okay?” He said while putting a hand on your face to graze his thumb over your cheekbone while you nodded. 

The next thing you know, Marc is back and moving his hands to your waist. “I ought to find a way to kill Jake for taking me away from you when you look like this.” He said, Causing you to laugh. “You look absolutely stunning.” 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Marc.” You said while adjusting his tie. “Are you sure that you don’t want to keep the stache?” 

“Oh, you like it that much?” He said, smiling and pulling you closer. 

“Maybe.” You told him in a sing-song voice. “It suits you.” 

“Well, I’ll keep it long enough for you to have your fun with it, Cara Mia.” And with that, you knew you were going to be dragged out of that Halloween party as soon as possible and in for a long night. 

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Safe word

Warnings: kinda NSFW, somnophilia, use of the safe word, mentions of anxiety and bondage.

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Training an assassin isn't easy, but training a group of kids to be assassins, to easy for a group of adults, specially considering the strength advantage.

When you got out of duty from being an assassin, ran away obviously, you didn't exactly follow you fellow's, Natasha Romanoff, steps, but rather kept a low profile, yes, using your skills for the sake of the people, bit in a much more secret and anonymous way.

Less secret now that you'll help your boyfriend (or boyfriends?), moon knight.

The sun made your skin look like pure gold, the sheets tangled around your waist and legs, your hair obviously a mess, but to Marc Spector you couldn't look more beautiful than right now.

It was a thing for both of you to wake the other up this way, it was something both of you really enjoyed, specially when it was really out of the blue, not for special occasions or anything like that.

You stirred a little on your sleep. The morning smelt great today for some reason. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, that's when you felt something off.

You looked up and noticed both of your hands tied right above your head, no one else was there.

You tried putting your fingers between the rope to try to find a weak spot to pull but failed, desperate you tried pulling a few times but nothing happened. That's when your eye caught the sight of something else in the room.

You quickly turned to look at him, your chest rising up and down, not something you were really controlling right now.

- "awwww, look at the poor y/n"

I pulled the rope one more time, I really didn't want to say it, I didn't want to seem weak, and if this is Marc's kink, why's he doing it without asking me first?!

He got on the bed, crawling on top of me, grabbing my cheeks with one hand and squeezing them.

- "look at the poor y/n, so vulnerable like this"

I couldn't take it anymore, the flashbacks running through my head, mostly after the cheek squeeze. I just couldn't.

- "Marc..." it came out barely as a whisper, as tears started to scape from my eyes. "Red, red, red" I said tiredly.

Marc's eyes went wide and his hands ran to untie mine.

I just fell into his embrace, crying my eyes out, the whole thing just made me think of so many things I just wanted to forget about entirely.

He stayed quiet, just holding me until I broke the hug, his hand going to my face immediately, making soothing movements.

I leaned into the palm of his hand, looking at him directly into his eyes.

- "I'm sorry", he whispered.

I blinked a few times.

- "I should've ask before doing something like this"

- "I'm kinda hungry"

He chuckled.

- "do you forgive me?"

- "if you make me breakfast, and promise to ask before doing anything like that, I forgive you"

- "I promise", he planted a kiss on my forehead, then putting them together, we stayed like that for a couple of seconds. I look up at him, and he did the same.

- "right, the breakfast", he said getting up, I laughed and quickly followed him.

The end:)

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