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Free Ride [2]

Jake Lockley x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •

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Summary: You recognised Steven and Jake had no choice but to play along, and give in to some impulses of his own.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: I have not checked this over very well at all, I am so sorry.

Warnings: Jake being mistaken for Steven, dubious consent because reader thinks he's Steven, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk, lube, mentions of a vibrator, Jake has a big dick, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2841

Jake pushes you back into your flat, his lips on yours, licking into your mouth hungrily. 

You stumble a little, but his strong hands keep you stable, pull you closer against him. He trails down to your jaw, your neck, nipping lightly at your skin before sucking hard on your pulse point. 

A shiver runs up your spine, crawls at your throat. You gasp and clutch into him. “Steven, I-”

Jake growls softly, moving quickly and kissing you mercilessly. He nips lightly at your lip, not enough to cause damage but the sudden sensation makes you jump slightly and he smiles. 

You pull back, just enough to see the expression. In that moment it’s so unlike Steven, not his usual beaming grin. His eyes don’t crinkle the same way, his-

Before another thought can form his lips are on yours again as he walks you backwards towards your bedroom, tugging your pyjama top over your head. He pauses once, barely moving his mouth from yours to sweetly ask your permission before continuing. Waiting with soft eyes for your clear confirmation and then kissing you breathless once more. 

His fingers dig into your skin, squeezing every part he can reach. 

As the back of your legs hit the edge of your bed he dips his head down, rolling the flat of his tongue against your left nipple. You bite your lip, trying to keep some semblance of control over yourself but can’t stop the small moan that escapes and fills the air.

Jake groans, latching onto your breast and sucking. Your fingers tangle in his hair, breathing rapidly as he flicks his tongue over the quickly hardening nub. 

You arch into him, your hips bucking of their own accord as he pushes his knee between your legs as he moves to your other breast. 

You whine, letting his warm hands roam your body and press firmly into your back, keeping you balanced as you lean into him. 

He slides his left hand up, cradling the back of your head and then carefully urges you onto your back onto the mattress. 

Should you stop him? You bite your lip. This was going head spinnngly fast. Sure you’d had a not so secret crush on him for ages, but-

He leans over you, pressing his body flush to yours and kisses you senseless, his tongue slipping into your mouth and drinking down every sound that slips past your lips. 

The hard outline of his cock presses into your core through the stiff material of his jeans and any doubt just blinks out of your mind as the spark of pleasure runs up your spine. 

He growls, low and soft in his throat as you move against him, pressing yourself more fully against the bulge in his trousers. 

“Steven,” you moan.

He pulls back instantly, his lips pink and kiss swollen. For a second you think you’ve done something wrong, made the wrong move, but he stands back up quickly. Hooks his fingers under your waist band and drags it down, leaving you completely bare.  You yelp a little at the speed of his movements, the dark look in his eyes makes your stomach drop and fill with anticipation. 

Jake grabs your hips, his warm fingers digging in, just boarding on the possibility of being too hard, and flips you over with a surprising sudden show of strength. 

You let out a small cry of surprise, barely having a moment to react as Jake raises you up by your hips so that you’re on your knees, face down, ass up. 

Heat burns into your skin as he pushes your thighs apart, his thumbs on either side of your entrance and spreading your lips wide. 

The sound of his groan of appreciation alleviates any self consciousness you could feel. Jake palms his cock roughly, squeezing the thick outline with one hand to get a hold of himself before he dives in. 

He swipes his tongue through your folds, groaning again in appreciation as he laps at you. 

The moan that leaves you is sinful. It would make another wave of embarrassment roll through your stomach if you weren’t already too far gone to care. You press your face into the covers, screwing them up in your fists as Jake licks annoyingly slowly, flicking his tongue against your clit before pulling up and just dipping into your entrance. Teasing with the very tip before starting the whole process all over again.

You squirm under his actions, simultaneously trying to escape and push closer to the pleasure of his mouth. He grabs hold of your hip with one firm hand, pulling you firmly against him. 

“Hush bebé,” he mutters against you, barely moving far enough for his words to be heard. “Let me take care of you.” 

You moan again and bury your head into your mattress, drooling on the duvet. 

Pleasure boils along your skin, spiking down from your lower stomach with every warm swipe of his tongue. He groans at the taste of you, the small buzz of sound reverberating through you and vibrating against your already swollen clit. 

A choked, “please,” escapes your lips and Jake chuckles. 

“Begging already?” 

You moan and nod. Your eyes screwed up tight, your hips rocking back and forth in time with him. 

It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and even longer since that you’d been with someone who seemed so eager to devour every part of you. 

Jake pulls back for a second, biting lightly at the back of your upper thigh, before he sinks two thick fingers into your heat. 

You gasp, whining at the sudden but welcome intrusion. Your legs shake at the stretch, your mind going blank for a second. 

“Fuuuccck.” Jake hisses under his breath, mesmerised as he presses in to the second knuckle before pulling back again, marvelling at your slick in the light. “So tight bebé, hmm?” He groans as he pushes back in, revelling in how your walls clench around him, seem to suck him deeper despite the stretch. “Don’t think I’ll fit in here…” he gasps as he slowly eases out and back in, the ache in his cock maddening. “So tight… When’s the last time you got fucked by anything other than your fingers?” 

A choked sob leaves your lips, your orgasm burning along every nerve ready to explode at any second. “Please,” you moan, “I’m, you’re gonna make me…”

Jake hisses in another breath, unable to resist the urge to push his fingers as deep as they can go and stroke your walls languidly, searching for the spot to make you see stars. His thumb presses against your clit, barely moving except for a steady alternating of pressure. 

You cry out, your back arching, the pleasure so close you can taste it. 

“That’s it,” Jake mutters, “oh, there?” He presses deeply, his strokes sure and firm and oh so slow. “That’s where it’s good?” He whispers, his breath skittering across your skin.

“Please!”

He bites back a groan, his eyebrows pinched together as you squeeze his fingers. “Gonna come? Gonna come just from me tasting you and touching you? And-”

You cry out as your orgasm crests and pulls you down under the wave, washing over every nerve, curling your toes and leaving you boneless. 

Jake moans with you, leaning closer as he continues the torturous pace of his fingers and squeezes his cock through his jeans with his other hand, just about managing not to cum in his boxers. 

You shudder, shiver as you come down and back to yourself. Jake slowly eases his fingers out of you, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth now that it’s over, not that-

Suddenly you turn, smiling at him and raising up onto your knees to wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him softly, sweetly, pressing your chest up against him. 

He stiffens for a moment, the action unexpected before he returns the kiss. 

He swallows as you pull back for a second, “we don’t have to d-” tumbles out of his mouth at the exact same moment as you say, “do you want to…?” You pause, giving him a slightly bashful smile. For some reason the fact that you’re naked while he’s fully clothed makes a little thread of anxiety tighten in your chest. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you say in a bit of a rush, “if you want, I could just-”

He silences you with an urgent kiss, already, tugging at the helm of his shirt. “Please, let me fuck you.” 

You shiver at his desperate growl, nodding rapidly as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. 

Jake pulls his shirt over his head as you push his trousers down his thighs. 

“Fuck,” you breathe. 

“What?” 

You bite your lip and shake your head as you laugh. “You weren’t joking.”

He raises an eyebrow in question. 

“I don’t know if you’ll fit.” 

Jake laughs and presses his lips to yours, “only one way to find out.”

You giggle as he litters your neck and chest with kisses, slowly easing you back down onto the bed before he stands again. 

You lean up on your elbows and he tuts, swatting playfully at your arms as he kicks off his jeans and boxers completely. He grabs two pillows, tucking one carefully under your head and the other under your hips. You raise up as best you can to help. 

As he bends down to grab his jeans from the floor you can’t help but admire how he moves, the soft skin of his back and the ripple of muscle underneath. 

He pulls his wallet from his jeans.

“You got lube?” The offhandedness of the question catches you off guard for a second and you flounder before you can answer.

“Erm, yeah, in the drawer.” 

He nods, taking something from his wallet before tossing it back to the floor. He puts the edge of the wrapper between his teeth and pulls with his right hand as he walks around and opens your bedside drawer. 

Which is the exact second your brain decides to remind you what else is in the drawer along with the lube. 

“Wait-”

Too late. He’s already opened it and obviously seen it. 

Jake smiles as he looks up at you, practically a smirk and takes the wrapper out of his mouth. He holds up your vibrator. “Worried about me seeing this?” 

You cover your face with your hands and laugh as you nod. 

He grins. “Don’t worry, it’s size isn’t intimidating.” He looks it over for a second, “no wonder.” 

“No wonder?” 

“It’s barely thicker than one of my fingers, let alone two.” 

You grab the pillow from under your head and pretend to throw it at him. 

He laughs loudly, beaming at you as he places it back in your drawer. “Besides, I knew you had one anyway.”

You frown.

“The sound.”

“Huh?”

He points upwards. “Walls are pretty thin. Or ceilings, I guess.”

Embarrassment rushes along your bones, but he doesn’t seem to notice as he takes out the half full bottle of lube. For a second he scans the label before he walks back in front of you and kneels between your legs, hooking the back of your left knee over his shoulder. 

“What are you-”

“Getting you ready.” He mutters as he gazes at your pussy. There’s a crinkle of foil as he puts the wrapper next to him and then a pop as he opens the lube bottle. 

Jake warms the lube on his fingers for a second before he pushes three inside and flicks his tongue over your clit. 

You suck in a breath, arching up towards him and screwing up your eyes as he continues his tortuous pace from before. 

It’s a maddening tease. Slow and steady as he works you open and presses against your sweet spot before backing off again. Hitching you higher and higher.

He hums as you shake and buck against his touch, groans as you run your fingers through his hair. 

“Please,” you moan. 

“Hmm?” Jake barely moves away from you, too preoccupied in the feel of your skin against his. 

“Please,” you swallow, your words spilling out in a lust filled haze, “please fuck me, please, Steven, I-”

He moves away from you quickly, and you whine, already lamenting the loss and trying to chase his fingers. 

Jake grabs the condom wrapper and tears it open as he stands, hisses as he rolls it over his aching cock. A dark twist of emotion knots itself in his stomach, twists around his intestines and lungs, but he forces it down, down as he pushes your right thigh wide, the action boarding on painful, before quickly lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in. 

You almost don’t recognise the sound that leaves your lips as your own, the gasp from deep in your chest as his hips snap against yours filling you completely. You can’t remember a time when you’ve felt so full before, when you’ve been so stretched and spread. 

The sensation almost borders on pain, the thick weight of his cock straining you to your limit. But the thick tip of him brushes so wonderfully inside, his pubic bone rubs against your clit and all you can do is drown in the pleasure as he eases his hip back and forth a few times in long, languid strokes before he starts to fuck you in earnest. 

He pounds into you, rocking you back onto the bed with every thrust and banging your headboard against the wall with enough force to chip the paint. 

You whine low in your throat, barely able to get enough oxygen into your lungs as he pushes you higher and higher, forcing pleasure into your veins as though he was made to please you. 

You grab hold of his arms, his neck, anything you can get a hold of and pull his mouth to yours, sliding your tongue past his lips and moaning as he rolls his hips, forcing all his energy on hitting that perfect spot just right.

Your high pitched gasps leave you with every thrust, your thighs tense and shake as you strive to meet him. That deep ball of pleasure tightening and tightening. 

He groans low, kissing you for all his worth to stop the words that want to spill out from his tongue. 

Jake knows he’s not going to last, not with the way you’re whining and begging and kissing him so desperately. Not with the way you squeeze him and urge him deeper, practically beseeching him to take and take and take and-

You pull your mouth back from his, your hands on his shoulder and in his hair. “S-” you stop yourself from saying his name, from causing that little flutter of a frown to cross his face, “sweetheart, please,” the moan that leaves you is practically pornagraphic as Jake’s hips stunner, his mouth opening in a little blushed gasp as you call him ‘sweetheart’. 

“Fuck,” he groans low unable to stop the pleasure from barreling through his every cell, from lighting up every nerve. He fucks you through it, trying and failing to keep his eyes open to watch you. But he feels you tense, hears you moan as you come undone beneath him. 

You come harder than you can ever remember, stars exploding behind your eyes as pleasure erases every thought for a blissfully moment. 

He leans against you, burying his face into your neck and holding some of his weight off you with his arm. 

You breathe heavily for a moment, both of your chests rising and falling in time with each other as you stroke his damp hair. Sweat cooling on both of your skin. 

For a moment, you think he might have nodded off. His muscles go slack for a second, but he shudders and tenses again.

You smile and kiss his temple. 

“Wait… what?” His voice is barely a whisper and… now that you hear it… very… Steven like. Which made no sense at all, because, well, it was always Steven, wasn’t it? Maybe you’d been too caught up and misheard, maybe when he was horny he put on a bit of a voice. You’d heard about that, when-

Steven tenses as sensations flow back into his body.

He sits up, or at least tries to, panic gripping his heart. What the fucking fuck fuck fuck has he slept walked into now?

Your arms around him stop him from bolting upright, but he still moves his head a handwidth away. 

“Hey, you alright?” You say soothingly, his actions reminding you of someone jumping awake, “did you fall asleep for a second?” 

Steven looks down at you, eyes wide. You, lovely, lovely you. Who he’d been trying to not so subtly flirt with for the past months. And now he was… oh… his softening sock twitches in your heat… very much closer than he’d realised.

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GymRat!Miguel Part 8

content warning: fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort, some mentions of food, 18+ so MDNI, thigh riding 😙, thigh fucking 🤪, public indecency??? exhibitionism???, katoptronophilia aka mirror sexy time (thanks for the word jelly 🪼), just overall a really good time

word count: 4.4k, not proofread (we're only gearing up to what I assume will be another giant chapter 😷)

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GymRat!Miguel who does some sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and leg raises in place of the gym. You watch him while you wait for room service, encouraging him from the side. Your presence was especially needed during the sit-ups when you sit at his feet, holding them down and giving him kisses when sits up.

GymRat!Miguel who sings loudly in the shower after his workout. You have to answer the door with an apology as the server laughs at Miguel belting out Britany Spears.

GymRat!Miguel who finally decides to respond to his texts. He’s had enough time to cool off and your presence was like a calm breeze, kissing away at his skin.

He discards his empty plate, placing it back on the cart. You’re still chewing away at some fluffy pancakes, enjoying the views of the high-rise hotel as the default channel played soft jazz.

GymRat!Miguel who lays in your lap while you eat some fruit. He has his phone in his hands ready to type, but he opens his mouth, silently begging for you to feed him grapes and pineapple chunks.

He hums to himself happily when you comply, combing a hand through his hair. He felt so peaceful like this. Serene.

GymRat!Miguel who sighs as he opens the message app. Here we go.

Abuela 💕:

“Abuela I’ll call you tonight”

“And there will be no babies. Not now”

“There better not be!”

Pa:

“Gracias pa”

“I’m glad you were able to meet her”

“She means a lot to me”

“I can tell”

“Mijo you pack a big punch!”

“Uno más!!!”

“You got that from me 👍🏽”

“Sure did pa 😭”

Gabri 🤡🤏🏽:

“You’re such an instigator”

“It’s not instigating. It’s reporting 😌”

“‘It’s reporting ☝🏽����’”

“Shaddap”

“You think I’m letting a member of the robotics team bully me?”

“You have perfect pitch and play the saxophone”

“You’re not winning this battle”

“Aren’t you supposed to be entertaining my girl? 🤨”

“Direct this clown act to her”

“Not sure how she puts up with it but I’ll free her soon”

“Stfu”

“A real man would be doing OTHER things but I digress”

“Did you really have to send a pic”

“You hate me”

“It’s clear to me now”

“Anyway what’s this about Tyler punching things”

“OHHHHH”

“He got him good”

“Square in the face”

“A bloody mouth to match his nose”

“TWINEM”

“Good”

"Pa said he granted me the ability to punch"

“He can dream on about that”

“Because where tf is my strength 😒”

"He punched Tyler before"

"Your time will be soon"

"😕"

"Also Ik about Nancy cheating already"

"Tyler told me in high school"

"I didn't want to be the one to tell Kron"

"Ur better than me"

"I would have told him that after that punch"

"YOUR MOM IS A HOMEWRECKER!"

"That's not what that means but ok"

Dana:

“Does your bf know you’re lusting after others?”

“Not if you don’t tell 😙”

“….I don’t think I want to give you her number”

“You’re perfect for Gabri”

“You’re both unbearable”

“What’s unbearable is I’m not talking to your gf rn”

“It’s too many O’Haras”

“Too much testosterone”

“SAVE ME MIG’S GF”

“MIG’S GF SAVE ME!!!”

Dad….Tyler:

“It’s ok. For what it’s worth, I can tell that you had good intentions.”

“Gabri told me what happened”

“I apologize for acting out of order and punching your son, but I couldn’t let him disrespect my girlfriend and my mom. No matter how difficult she may be, I’m the one who should tell her about it. Not him.”

"I completely understand that. You did what you thought was right, and that's far more admirable than what Kron did."

"In another reality, you and Kron could get along. For now, I will aim for cordial. I will make sure that he apologizes to you, your girlfriend, and Conchata."

"I don't want an apology if it's not genuine."

"Let's move on from that. You said you wanted to make it up to me? I saw that you added more dates to the hotel. Thank you for that, you didn't have to."

"Yes! If you are willing, I would love for you and your girlfriend to meet with me. I actually arranged something for you, Gabriel, and your girlfriends. I want to hear your input before I finalize the details."

"Sure thing. Is this afternoon ok?"

"That's perfect. I'll see you then."

Ma:

Read: 11:10 AM ✓✓

“Ugh,” Miguel groans, shutting his phone off and closing his eyes.

You stop rubbing his hair and look down, “What’s wrong?”

Miguel grunts as he moves your hand to continue, “My mom wants me to come home. Not sure if I want to do that right now. Not unless I know she’s ready to be accountable for once, which I highly doubt.”

You hum in understanding, “She’s still your mom, though. You’ll have to see her eventually.”

“My mom or not, she had no right to talk to you the way she did,” Miguel said reaching his hand up to your face. “It was cruel and…strange coming towards you. She doesn’t know you. Not yet, anyway.”

It’s not like she was trying to know you, either. Miguel seemed to understand this in your silence.

“I have to go grab some clothes so she might just get her wish,” Miguel says, turning his head towards your stomach.

You look down at him, “You don’t have to. Today is my last day here.”

“Well, lucky for us, Tyler extended the stay for a few more days,” he grinned. He started to move your shirt to fondle your skin.

Your stomach twitched as his breath brushed your skin. He started to kiss along your front, head disappearing under your sweater. He hummed as he started to tug at your underwear with his teeth.

“Hey,” you say, watching his head moving around through the material. “Stop that and finish talking.”

You pulled your sweater up to reveal him, his teeth still holding the band of your panties and eyes like a cat that got caught.

He let the band go close to your stomach so it wouldn’t snap, “This visual is making me forget everything.” His eyes are heavy and wandering.

You look to where he’s looking to see that you’re essentially flashing him.

You drop your shirt in embarrassment, letting out a sound of panic.

“No, no, baby let me see.”

“No, you’re at such a weird angle.”

“All art must be viewed up close and personal.”

Miguel sat up from your lap. He watched as you huffed and pinched the neckline of your sweater, moving it for air.

"You're so confident from afar, but when I'm near you like this, you get so shy. Even in public, you can be so bold. It's just you and me here."

"It's just," you watch Miguel as he crowds your space. His mouth goes behind your ear to press his lips into your skin. "I don't know. It feels like...more when it's just us. More real."

"Does it not feel real when we're in public?"

Miguel sits back, eyes wondering to yours. There's a pinch in his eyebrows, so faint you almost miss it.

"It does! That's not what I mean."

"Then, what is it? Tell me. Talk to me."

"I want to do more with you."

"But?" Miguel holds your hands in his, stopping you from picking at the loose threads of the sweater. He rubs them with his thumbs, itching to pull you closer.

"But, when you look at me like that, I feel like I could pass out. I get overwhelmed and nervous. I don't want to say or do anything stupid. It gets harder to control myself. I feel crazy."

Oh.

Oh.

"Then there are moments when my brain fools me into thinking that you don't like me in the way that I like you. Moments when that girl from not so long ago comes back, ashamed of herself and her body. A small part of me that thinks you could date anyone else and you're settling."

Miguel takes a moment to process your words.

He takes a breath, then opens his mouth.

"You really don't understand how much you affect me, do you?"

Miguel pulled you in his lap, fed up with this charade.

You grip his shoulders, steadying your balance with how fast he grabbed you.

"Miguel-"

"I don't know everything that your last boyfriend did to you and I don't know everything that you've experienced because of your body. Baby, I don't even know what you've seen all this time to make you think you're not worthy of love and respect, but I'm here to squash it."

"I meant it when I said that I love you. I'll learn it in a hundred languages just to remind you. I'll even tattoo it on my forehead for you to be reminded of it every single time you see me."

"I don't think you need to go that far," you say, eyes warm.

"No, I think I should. Anything for you to understand me. Anything for you to see you like how I see you."

"Letting out my deepest darkest secrets here, but do you know what I did when we first met?"

You shake your head, curious.

"I had a dream about you that was so good, I fell out of my bed. Peter never lets me live it down."

"A sweet dream?"

"Now, you and I both know it was more than that. Two cold showers should answer your questions."

You hide your face in his neck, heartbeat drumming through you, "Did you really?"

"Hand to heart. I understand your feelings. I acknowledge them too, but I need you to understand mine as well. Trust me when I say that you are unbelievably sexy. I love you and your body. My eyes caught your appearance before I came to know your personality. Anybody would be lucky to have you, but I'm the luckiest because you chose me."

Miguel hugged you close and kissed your head.

"Now let's rewind. You said you feel crazy when you're close to me?"

You groan in his neck.

"Uncontrollable? Heated?"

"Miggy, stop."

"My girlfriend is head over heels for me," Miguel hummed as he rubbed his hands down your naked legs. "She wants to ruin me."

"No, I don't."

"She's still wearing my clothes with nothing underneath but her panties and is leaning all over me. Her thighs are around my waist and she just told me that she wants me."

"You put me here," you lean up and stare at him. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were dewey.

"She's looking at me like she's upset, but now I know that her heart is going crazy. I want to kiss her."

"Then do it," you whisper.

The kiss is sweet, the taste of fruit and syrup still on your lips. You finally relax in his arms, body melted against his. His hands slip under your sweater, dancing over your back. Your skin is soft and warm, a blanket over Miguel's figure.

The time where you two connect extends deeper and longer. You let your hands venture further than the nape of his neck, roaming until you brush across his chest. Miguel's breath hitched as your nails raked his nipple, chest jumping at the impact.

You break for a second, wanting to get air, but Miguel leans back in, desperate. He's whining, groping your body all over. His noises go straight to your core, twitching above him. He matches your pace, dragging your hips across his, reveling in how fast your body was reacting to him.

When he leans back, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He's breathing hard as he watches you.

"Can I take this off? Please," Miguel grips the bottom of your sweater, eyes pleading.

You bite your lip and slide the sweater over your head, dropping it to the bed. You bring your hands over the top of your chest, arms framing your breasts.

You can't look Miguel in the eyes, too shy, "Is this fine?"

Miguel's eyes almost turn as he watches you, so shy but so seductive. He reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands, groaning when they plush through his fingers.

"You're so," Miguel rubs his thumbs across your nipples, enjoying you twitching and gasping in his hold. "Fuck."

His gaze burned into you, hungry as you lapped his tongue around your nipples. You let out a whimper when you feel him pull your skin in, mouth hot. It doesn't beat his pleased hum, voice like a man finally getting relief.

He massages your vacant breast, movements getting harsher. His grip is like a vice making it harder for you to second-guess yourself.

You hiss and rake your hands through his hair, "B-baby, be careful."

"Lo siento, mi amor," Miguel says, kissing across your areolas. "'M sorry."

You find your breath, fighting to steady your voice, "You're on me like we didn't just do something earlier."

Miguel paused and placed his cheek on your chest, "Baby, I'm a virgin and a man, not a prude. With practice, I could go all day."

The thought of that has you tightening your legs around him, hips stuttering. Miguel shifts to pull you over his left thigh.

"Does that excite you, baby?" Miguel smirks.

You close your eyes and nod, hips rolling over his thigh, keening high as he hikes his thigh closer to your sex and grips your waist. His muscles feel so good against you, the sounds getting wetter and wetter with each swipe.

"God, you're so pretty like this," Miguel sighs. "My gorgeous girl."

Your movements are becoming more frantic, Migiuel's voice in your ears spurring you on. He was sucking into your neck, growling as you scratched against his shoulder blades.

"That's right, baby. Keep going. Use me to get off," Miguel helped your hips keep a steady pace, pulling at your briefs to a makeshift thong. The tightness of your underwear combined with his thigh and his voice sends you into overdrive.

"Miguel!" you sob, hands gripping his hair. Your body trembles as you squeeze your thighs around him, cunt pulsating around nothing but your underwear, release leaking onto his leg.

Miguel cooed as you dropped your weight against him, body limp and hips fluttering with aftershocks. You panted as you kept your head on his shoulder, willing yourself to calm down.

"Are you ok?" Miguel asks, kissing your temple, your ear, your cheek. He feels you nod into his skin, blissed out.

"I like how you called me the needy one and you're the one who came three times today," Miguel mumbled, laughing as you swatted at his pec.

"I already confessed what you do to me. This shouldn't be shocking."

"Didn't say that. 'M just happy you feel more comfortable around me. It's what I want." One last kiss to your face seals his joy.

You lift up on shaky knees, hands holding onto Miguel for dear life. Your thighs were still shaking and your underwear was ruined. Miguel's cock twitched at the essence that seeped onto his leg, watching as sticky lines dragged from his skin to yours.

He grabbed you by the waist with one hand and wiped at your slick with another.

He's about to swipe at it with his tongue until you stop him.

"Miguel! Don't do that," you say, flustered.

"What? I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor," he pouts as you grab some napkins and clean off his hands and thigh.

"So close to eating you, yet so far," he sighs miserably. "One day."

You ignore him and look down at his erection, taking a knuckle and lining the side. It was your first time really paying attention to him down there, now that you weren't distracted by his advances.

"What about you?"

He twitched as you walked along his clothed shaft, pre-come leaking through the fabric.

"As much as I want you to continue, we have to get ready for today," Miguel jerks as you continue your ministrations with a pout on your face. "And, I need condoms if you want to take this any further."

"Not even a blowjob?" you peer at him with your deer eyes again.

Miguel took a deep breath, "I was right. You are trying to ruin me."

GymRat!Miguel who lets you know that Tyler wants to meet you both after you both have changed clothes for the day. Something about a surprise.

"I love surprises!" you say turning to Miguel with a smile on your face. "As long as it's nothing like last night. I think it'll be ok."

Miguel matches your smile and presses his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stops at his home briefly, trying to get in and get out. He manages to fill up his travel bag, drop off his laundry, and give Gabriel a heart attack all before his mom notices he's there.

"Where are you going?" Gabriel asks with his hand over his heart, headphones lopsided around his neck.

"None of your business, nosy."

"Uh, it kind of is my business. You think you're grown when you're really not."

Miguel rolls his eyes. He didn't really want to tell Gabriel, but sometimes he couldn't say no to him.

"We're going out to see Tyler. He has a surprise for us. He also said he arranged something for us including you and Dana."

"Oh shit! Ok. And if mom asks where you are?"

"Tell her I'll come by tomorrow. I'm spending the next few days with my girlfriend."

"Alrighty," Gabriel sing-songs, placing his headphones back on his head. "You kids be safe. Don't scare my girl away."

Miguel smacks Gabriel across the head and runs out the door before he can catch up.

GymRat!Miguel who just laughs at your face while you frantically unlock the car to let him in.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you ask, voice in a panic.

"A string bean is trying to attack me," he responds, giggling as Gabriel runs out of the house.

"I'm getting you back for that you oaf!" Gabriel yells as Miguel backs out of the driveway. He stops his anger to wave at you, which you return with a sweet smile.

"Baby, you're encouraging him."

GymRat!Miguel who guides you through the doors of a cafe that Tyler recommended. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his stark white hair and light clothing. The only semblance of color on him was his silver jewelry.

He sat there, typing away at his phone, oblivious to the people around him who found familiarity in his form.

"Dad," Miguel said, the word funny on his tongue. He tried to make an effort to refer to him as his father in public, something Tyler appreciated greatly.

"Son!" he got up and engulfed him in a hug, giving you a softer version afterward. "It's good to see you both."

"It's lovely to see you again as well, Mr. Stone," you say, giving Miguel a smile when he pulls your chair out for you. "Thank you so much for thinking of us after all that's happened. Thank you for paying for my stay as well, the hotel is very lovely."

"Anything for Miguel's loved ones," he smiles in a way that has a hint of Miguel. You feel better going into the rest of this meal.

GymRat!Miguel who almost chokes on his coffee before Tyler can finish his sentence.

"A yacht?!"

"Is it too much? I can do something else to your liking," Tyler frets, wiping his hands on his slacks. "I'm not sure what all kids your age like nowadays."

"I've never been on a yacht. so I don't even know how to react," Miguel responds.

The two of them are sporting the same deer-in-headlights look.

"I'm sure it would be a great experience for all of us. If everyone doesn't mind, I'm sure we can get together and have a great time," you say, helping the two of them out. "Something nice to start the summer off."

"That's great! I will have everything ready by the beginning of next month then," Tyler says, mood lifting immediately. He was a lot like a golden retriever. "With that in order, I'd like to grant you this."

He takes his wallet out, reaching in to grab a card.

As he slides it across the table, your eyes grow big.

It's a black card with T. Stone pressed across the bottom.

"What's this for?" Miguel asks, staring at the card with building curiosity.

"You all need clothes for the trip, don't you?" Tyler asks. "And I'm sure you need more clothes to wear this week. Please take this, I don't mind. I trust you not to go overboard. I'll let you know when to give it back."

Miguel took the card in his hands, the weight of it heavier than any of his own.

"I guess it's time for a shopping spree," Miguel said, a smile growing on his face.

GymRat!Miguel who drives you straight to the mall. The windows are down as you both laugh and sing to the song on the radio. Miguel wishes he could record this moment, but for now, he dials it back to replay in his memory.

GymRat!Miguel who is happy to carry your bags and encourages you to buy more. Whenever you start to feel like you've gone overboard, he just whispers "black card" in your ear like a devil on your shoulder.

GymRat!Miguel who convinces you to walk around the name-brand stores. He did have Tyler's card, but he was also thoroughly watching what you gravitated towards. He locked away so many gift ideas for later.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you in the mirror of a shades shop. The both of you take pictures with coordinating glasses and you giggle as Miguel makes silly faces in some of them.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes your doll as you pick out outfits for him. He's smiling down at you as you put different shirts up to his body, mumbling to yourself as you make decisions. So pretty.

GymRat!Miguel who waits while you try on some clothes, giddy whenever you show him a new outfit. You managed to find clothes that coordinated with his and you're super excited about it.

"Close your eyes!" you yell through the door.

He does so and listens for you to walk out. After you take a while, he opens his eyes a little.

"Baby, no peeking," you chastise.

He huffs and waits a little longer.

"Ok. 1, 2, 3, open!"

His eyes land on you in a dress that hugs your curves like no other. Your chest fills out the top perfectly and seeing your stomach through the front is driving him mad.

"Do you like it?" you turned around, giving Miguel a grand view of how your ass was sitting in the dress.

"Do the dressing rooms have a time limit?"

You blink at him owlishly, "No? Why?"

GymRat!Miguel who drags all of your bags and you back inside of the dressing room with lightning speed. As soon as he locks the door, he's attached to your lips, kneading at your ass and hips.

You gasp in his mouth, shocked at how fast he's moving.

"Miguel, what- oh," you sigh as he leans down and pulls your dress up, face buried in your neck.

"You look so good, mi amor. I can't help it."

GymRat!Miguel who almost cums when you pull his dick out. Your eyes grow along with his erection, watching as he twitches in your hold. You've never taken anyone this big and from your hesitance, Miguel can gather this much.

"We don't have to do anything. In fact, you don't have to do that here," he pants.

"You mean take you down my throat?" you ask, running your thumb over his head, watching in awe as liquid seeped out. Miguel bit his hand to quiet his moans. "I'll wait until we're somewhere more private and less noticeable that I'm on my knees for you."

Miguel looks at the open space under the dressing room door, "Yeah that's probably for the best."

GymRat!Miguel who places you in front of him, both of you facing the mirror. Your dress is bunched up and Miguel is rocking his cock in between your thighs.

He's bent down, biting lightly on your shoulder so that he doesn't shout. Your thighs were so warm and plush against him and his pre-cum was spewing out of him like a fountain.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he moans a little too loud after a few minutes.

GymRat!Miguel who watches you in the mirror. Your tits were so close to slipping from the top of your dress, the impact from his hips jerking your entire body. He grabbed at both of them, watching as you moan at the contact. His slaps got louder and louder, milky fluid running down your legs.

GymRat!Miguel who is overcome with need when you turn and run your tongue across his earlobe. He convulses as his release spurts across the room, landing on the mirror. He grips your hips and breathes hard into your skin, the tempo of his heart moving quick.

You pat his head and praise him, heavy eyes following your hand as you rub his tip that's still rubbing through your thighs. He whines, sensitive, but not moving away from you.

GymRat!Miguel who wipes you down carefully with some wipes you have in your purse. Luckily you both haven't ruined yet another pair of underwear.

He kisses you softly when he finishes, little confessions of love traveling from his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who checks the dressing room one last time, making sure he's gotten any evidence of his removed from the area. Your green dress is in his arms and you've changed back to your outfit.

The area is clean, but there are fresh hickeys on your neck, something he got carried away with.

GymRat!Miguel who walks out like nothing happened. You on the other hand, hand over some extra clothes you didn't like to a worker in slight embarrassment. He eyes you both with a look of horror.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you Auntie Anne's in the crowded food court. You hum happily after each bite. He dusts cinnamon off the corner of your lips with a smile.

GymRat!Miguel who moves from dusting to leaning across the table to lick the crumbs off when a table full of guys keeps eying you.

"What was that for?" you asked, oblivious to the hound dogs around you.

"Nothing. I just love you, baby."

dividers by: @plutism 🩵

a/n: I got a very useful lesson on condoms and BJs while writing this chapter. It won't ever be applied to this fic, BUT it was still kinda fun nonetheless.

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Remember Me?

Pairing: ExNerd!Miguel O’Hara X AFAB!civillainreader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), , Oral, Cowgirl, Missionary. You and Miguel make a mess...

Summary: Miguel has changed a lot since high school, but one thing remains the same...how he feels about you.

A/N: I have been trying to write about Miguel for weeks now! Every time I get close to finishing something for him I reread it and hate it! So I am posting this before I can change my mind! I hope you all enjoy I tried my best!

Word Count: 6,823

“Pfft…I can't believe this is real; this can’t be real!” Gwen keeps repeating to herself, trying to stifle back her laughter. 

“I know! I couldn’t believe my eyes when Peter showed me but here it is!” Miles agrees; Pav quickly slings his arm around Miles for a better look.   

“Take a look at the specks on him. Did you know he needed glasses?” 

“Flip to the club photo. Now, that will shock you all.” 

At Hobies request the teens quickly start flipping through pages. The sound of flipping pages and then the sudden bursting of laughter from the small huddle was something Miguel could no longer ignore. Miguel wasn’t sure why the teens and Peter were in his office. But since the events with the spot and some well-deserved apologies, Miguel, in the teen's words, “Chilled out,” and now they seem to hang out around him more. Meaning they are often now in his office… Miguel, of course, tried to appear as indifferent as possible to this change of pace, though He had to admit it was somewhat nice to have the cheerful ambiance that came with them... Hell, sometimes they could make him chuckle; Miles was actually pretty funny. But, of course, he keeps these things to himself. 

Miguel makes his way to the huddle to see what could possibly be so enthralling. When he sees what's causing their uproar, his blood runs cold, freezing him dead in his tracks.

Is….that…his….yearbook…

It was turned to his picture and plan as the day under his unrecognizable photo was his name. So there was no getting out of this saying it wasn’t him…

“Miguel, is this really you?” Miles questions pointing to the picture. 

“Must be his name right there,” Pav teases, making Miguel groan. This was an actual nightmare. 

Looking over them, Miguel sees the picture they are all questioning; the difference is pretty night and day. A young 17-year-old Miguel was way scrawnier compared to his now bulking physique. His dark brown eyes were hidden behind his thick black-rimmed glasses, the only ones his mother could afford at the time. Miguel's thick, wavy brown hair looks untamed as it hangs down his forehead, threatening to cover his eyes if not for his glasses, the rest hanging loosely down to the nape of his neck. Poor kid was desperate for a haircut. Their cheekbones and jaw were still chiseled, and his face was not yet littered with lines of stress, sleepless nights, and age.  

Hobie quickly grabs the yearbook, vigorously flipping through the pages until he stops on a picture of a young Miguel holding up a mathlete trophy, awkward smile and all. “This is my favorite picture. Do you still smile like that, bruv?” 

“How did you all get this?” Miguel asks in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that will somehow stop his building anger and embarrassment. 

Very aware of the sight of Miguel about to rage out, the young spiders quickly part, pointing the blame to a laughing Peter. Who finally quits his laughing fit as now he is staring into the eyes of a very irritated Miguel, waiting for an explanation. 

Peter nervously clears his throat before speaking, “Wel, uh…do you remember a couple of days ago when you told me to drop off that equipment at your apartment? Well…I happened to see this on your living room bookshelf and thought I would look at it. Then I saw how much you had changed… I figured the kiddos would get a kick out of it…”

Miguel's eyes narrow, and his talons pop out, ready to bounce, but that is quickly escalated by Gwen taking back the yearbook, prepared to negotiate peace. 

“Okay, okay, no need to rip his head off; we will return your book.” Miguel's body relaxes as he sighs of relief, holding out his hand for the book, but Gwen smirks, holding the book back out of his reach, “But, you have to show us your old crush first.” 

Miguel’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, freezing at the terms of the agreement, and everyone else, including Layla, starts oohing. Making Miguel pitch the bridge of his nose again, muttering under his breath, “Esto tiene que ser una pesadilla…” (this has to be a nightmare…) 

Then, to make things worse, they start chanting, “Show us….Show us…Show us! Show us!!”

The chatting became too much, and he snapped, holding out his hand irritatedly for the book. “Fine! I will show you; just shut up!” 

A yay fills the room as Miguel starts irritatedly flipping through the book as soon as it’s laid in his hand. Everyone waits in bated breath until finally landing on the correct page. It's the page he spent the summer before college staring at, the picture he had agonized over. Miguel pauses, taking in the picture, and he feels those familiar feelings rushing up and swelling in his chest…Those high school crushes do hit you hard…

Even after all these years, he still remembers you so vividly; seeing the picture always solidifies for himself as confirmation as to why he had liked you so much. Beautiful and popular, everyone would only have positive things to say, even if your friend group wasn’t as nice. Miguel remembers that sweetness fondly. Though, behind that sweet smile, there was a mischievous side of you; he recalls hearing it hidden in your cooing voice when you would say that pet name during chemistry class… 

“Miggy~”     

The memory warms Miguel's cheeks, but he quickly dismisses the feeling. “There, that's her.” 

The teens quickly grab the book back, climbing over each other to marvel at the picture of the girl the oh-so-scary Spider-Man 2099 had a crush on when he was their age. 

“Wow, she's stunning!” Gwen complements 

Miguel hums in agreement, “Yeah… the prettiest girl in my grade…prom queen, part of the student council, incredibly sweet…, and we took chemistry together…” 

Pav and Hobie shoot Miguel a smirk, and he quickly huffs, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Ever work up the nerve to confess?” Pav questions, ever the romantic. 

The group watches as Miguel closes his eyes, thinking that the blush from earlier is slowly rising to his tan cheeks, making them all gasp in excitement. 

“You did!” They all scream, but Miguel is quick to correct them. 

“Well…technically…I didn’t” 

“What do you mean technically?” Miles prys

Miguel can’t believe he admitted this much, but since he's already down the rabbit hole, he might as well give some more context: “At graduation…I kinda did, then I…ran away…”

A look of shock and confusion fills the teenager's face, but Peter is all grins and is going to give Miguel a high five: “Ah, the mysterious type. Nice.” 

Gwen quickly swats him on the shoulder, earning a whine from the man. 

“Not nice! That is so confusing! You just ran? Did you ever talk to her again?” 

Miguel takes a second to avoid eye contact, stoically starting to the side, before letting out a quiet, “No…” 

There is a collective groan, and Miguel rolls his eyes, trying to contain his high school embarrassment. 

“Can we stop talking about this and return to work now?”

“Have you seen her since?” Miles questions, 

“No,” Miguel answers sharply, irritation coming back up.

“Wha-what! How will you ever win her love if you don’t clear up the misunderstanding and confess your true feelings!” Pav laments, making everyone look at him with a raised brow. 

“Pav, mate…you know how long it's been since he's seen her?” Hobie chides 

Pav shrugs slightly, muttering, “Maybe it could be like a romantic thing…” 

“So wait, You have all the resources and never thought to at least search her out? Aren't you curious?” Gwen prods 

“No, I never thought about stalking my old crush. Now, can we please-” 

“She lives in the city!” Miles' voice calls out, making Miguel whip around.

Miles and Layla stand on Miguel's platform with your picture, info, and social media pulled up on his halo screens. Everyone is quick to web over, including Miguel. Miguel quickly pushes away a beaming Miles as he takes in all your information. He sees where you went to college, where you work, and…

“Ooohhh! She's still single!” Pav beams, looking at Miguel expectancy.

Miguel rolls his eyes as he keeps looking at you, still as perfect as he remembered. Somehow, you seem more confident in yourself, you seem…sexier…

Feelings start rising back to Miguel's chest. He hasn’t seen you in so long, and even your pictures still stir something within him. 

“Wow! This is awesome!” Miles beams, pointing to one of the screens 

Miguel, being too lost in your pictures, hasn’t realized what the teens are yammering about until they all start shaking him back and forth in excitement. Then he finally hears it.

“You can see her at your High School reunion! It's coming up in a couple of weeks!” 

Miguel turns his head to the invitation Layla had pulled up. “You got this a month ago but didn’t think you would be interested…. It looks like you will be attending now, though!” 

Before he can protest, she is RSVPing, and all the teens are hollering in laughter and giving high-fives. Everything is happening so fast that all Miguel can do is stand there in something akin to a trance. That's until Pav comes up to him with a giddy smile, 

“It’s like density!” 

Miguel groans…he wants everyone to get back to work…

They really got him here….How the hell did he let them convince him to come here? They even managed to get him to dress up…

Hair in its usually slick back style, slate gray button down that did little to hide his bulk, and black trousers that he thought appeared too tight but Layla had insisted upon.  

Miguel stands uncomfortably off to the side as people he used to know all gather together, chit-chatting about their lives and reminiscing on the good old days… All while Miguel stays sulking in the corner…Maybe things from high school haven’t changed that much. Well, despite the whole genetic splicing that made him a superhero… Instead of still being the captain of the Mathletes team, he's now the CEO of Aleamax. However, one thing remains the same: When he is in a room filled with all these people from school, his eyes still roam around, trying to find you…

High school had not been kind to a nerd like him. He was 9 inches shorter, and the most important things to him were keeping all A’s, getting into his dream college, keeping up with his favorite comic series, avoiding bullying, and wanting so badly to kiss his crush. 

Miguel vividly recalls all those times in chemistry when you two worked so closely together. Miguel shyly mutters the mixing process while you lean in with stars in your eyes, taking it all in. Miguel never knew if you were interested in what he was saying or if you were trying to get a good grade, but he didn’t care. You still made his cheeks flush and heart race all the same. 

“Then…When-when you add fluid B to A, you will get a fizzing reaction…” 

A shaking Younger Miguel tries to steadily pour in the fluids while you watch, leaning in so close he could smell your sweet perfume and look at your glittery glossed lips. 

“Wow! Miggy, you’re so smart.” Your voice would be like sweet honey praising him, and the mere closeness of you to him would make his body feel like it was going to melt. 

“I keep telling my friends I have the best lab partner…” Miguel feels his throat dry as your hand slowly curls over his forearm. Then the bell rings, and Miguel is flustered, packing his things as you smile sweetly and wave goodbye. 

God, you must have been just messing with him, toying with him, knowing he was like a love-sick puppy for you. The worst part, if this was the case, he would have let you…Miguel would have let you toy and bat away at his heart until you felt content with it fully unraveling to you. Pathic…is that what you thought? Well, if it wasn’t what you thought of him before, it must be what you thought after his pitiful confession…

Miguel thinks back to that night when he last saw you…that all too familiar warmth threatens to take him over, so as he stares down at his drink, he slips back to that moment…

The ceremony had ended, everyone had exited the stadium, and Miguel was taking a second to calm himself in the dark hallway. High school was over, and his life was beginning. He was thinking back on all his decisions for this new chapter. Miguel fidgets with his graduation cap and feels about what awaits him. Then he thinks about the things he missed out on…

Then your face comes to mind…he had vowed to confess; even if you laughed and rejected him, he wanted to get his feelings off his chest. But when it came down to it, he let his shyness get the better of him and let you slip through his fingers without telling you. This was high school? He was sure to like other girls…but why was this eating away at him so much? Why did he feel so sick to his stomach for not doing this… 

The sound of clicking heels fills the corridor, and like fate, you are walking through the hallway back toward him. Miguel adjusts his glasses, unsure if this is some kind of halustion brought on by self-pity, but no… it was you…

As soon as your eyes locked to his, your lips curled to that all too familiar smile, the one that was so sweet. Then your voice rang that teasing nickname you graciously bestowed upon him.  

“Miggy, what are you doing, silly? Hanging out in the dark…Don’t you want to go celebrate?” 

“Oh…... I didn’t plan to go to any parties… just going to go home and get started on some summer reading…”

The smile that curled on your lips was additive as you stepped closer to his slouching form, “hm…Miggy…always so prepared… I’m going to miss seeing you around so much. I’m sure you're the only reason I passed chem!”  

“No…I am sure you will have more interesting people to talk to than a nerd like me…” 

“Maybe I like talking to nerds like you.” 

The statement made Miguel look up to see you so close to him mischive filling your eyes. Leaning in so close to him, he feels like he can’t breathe when he looks at you so close like this…

“You don’t mean that…” he chuckles softly.

Then your index finger lifts his chin, and you look at him with sweet eyes, but your tone is stern, “Don’t tell me what I mean…” 

Miguel feels his heartbeat quicken, and his palms begin to sweat. Before he can return to rational thought, he leans into you. 

He so gently cups your cheek with his nervous hands. Brushing his nose against yours, his shaky breath fanning over your sparkly glossed lips. Then, when your lips finally meet, he isn’t sure who fills the gap. 

The kiss was so sweet, and he held you so gently, but he knew you could feel the shaking of his hands and the heat rushing to his face. Everything around you two seemed to fade.

Eyes shut tightly from falling into the depths of the kiss, he pulls away to breathe. Peeking open his eyes, Miguels sees you are breathless, and your face is burning with a deep blush. You look so surprised... and he doesn't know what to say or how to explain. 

“I’m sorry…I just had to do that once…”

Then he ran off… leaving you alone in that dark hallway, scared of what you would say next…

“Miggy!” 

“Miggy!”

“Miguel?” 

Lost in his thoughts, Miguel failed to notice that one of his ex-classmates had been trying to get his attention. One of them must have finally recognized him. Looking up from his cup, Miguel expects to see one of his old mathlete teammates, but as he finally meets their eyes, he feels his heart stop at the sight. 

Looking up at him with that same sweet smile, you look just like he remembers: completely radiant. Your pictures showed you were still beautiful, but in person, you are the thing he remembers most about you: breathtaking.

“Miguel, that's gotta be you… Do you remember me?” -How could he not remember you?

Miguel feels himself staring at his thoughts, running everywhere; what does he say? What does he do? 

“I…I, of course, remember m-my lab partner.” -Okay, a little shaky…But with your face seeming to light up when he says he remembers and your eyes roaming over him, he can’t chastise himself too much for stuttering now. Miguel feels his hands starting to become clammy, and his stomach feels full of butterflies…shit…this feels like high school all over again. 

“I can not believe how different you look!”

“Yeah, late growth spurt and I uh… I started going…to the gym a lot….You though! You still look so beati- uh nice…good you look outstanding…” His mind is running a mile a minute, and he can’t believe how he is acting right now! He's Spider-Man, and he’s acting so nervous?

Smirking, you look as if you could read his mind about how nervous he is, though to anyone with working eyes, it was obvious. 

“You think I look good?” you ask, playful, making Miguel's eyes take in just how tight your dress is. “I was hoping for beautiful…” you smile, giving him a wink. His blood rushes in his veins, and he swallows his suddenly dry throat. 

You could eat him alive…and he would let you…

“Beautiful then, you - uh… you have always looked beautiful…” 

“Thank you, Miguel, you look very handsome.” Miguel feels his heart racing as you step closer. Your eyes stay on his confident smile on your glossy lips. It teeters on cocky, and Miguel can’t bring himself to hate it…he loves it…

“Though Miguel, I do have to say…I miss the glasses; they were really cute.” 

“I still have some that I wear sometimes,” he says a bit too eagerly. 

Your smirk widens, “Really? Does your girlfriend like them?” 

“Oh, I don’t have a girlfriend.” 

The smirk on your lips borders on sinful “Good…” You purr 

Miguel feels a wave of electricity shakes through him. Are you flirting? Miguel can’t help the smile and blush that's now reached to the tips of his ears. Miguel came here thinking that you wouldn’t be here, and if you were, you would be avoiding him, but he didn’t expect this. Do you even remember it? Well, of course, you would! Who forgets getting kissed, and then the person runs? He needs to apologize before he never sees you again. 

“So Umm…I am glad I got to see you, well other than it’s just nice seeing you…but I want to apologize…” 

“You’re talking about graduation.” Your cheerful voice cuts him off and utterly confuses him. Furrowing his brow, he’s lost and hoping you can explain. 

“Miguel, I like the kiss…I wish you wouldn’t have run away…” 

Miguel is sure he’s died, and there is no possible way you're saying this to him. Sweet, perfect you, like when he kissed you. Nerdy awkward him? Gently, Miguel feels your hands touching his chest, slowly dancing your fingertips over his muscles. Miguel hopes you can’t feel the way his heartbeat is racing right now. 

“You know, now that I really think about it…you owe me an apology or something. It was very rude of you to kiss me suddenly and then run away like that, teasing me. Then, when I went to reach out to you, you didn't have any socials. That's not very nice to do, you know…”  

Your hand slightly grazes his jaw, and he feels like he could melt. Rising to your tiptoes, you try to whisper in his ear as you lean into his chest, your chest rubbing against him. Miguel can feel himself starting to break a sweat. 

“I thought you were sweet…” 

Miguel feels you start to pull away, and in a moment of bravery or desperation, he carefully places his hands on your waist. Leaning down, he whispers back to you. 

“Could I make it up to you somehow?” 

“I have an idea…if you're up for it?”

Gathering his confidence, when he sees your smile, he squeezes your sides slightly, “Anything you want.” 

Without any hesitation, you grab his large hand from your waist and pull him along with you to slip out of the reception room into a dark hallway. The irony is not lost on either of you as you grin and pull each other close. Your lips are so close to his as you lean into his chest. 

“You're not going to run away this time. I want you to do this properly this time…”

Part of Miguel feels like he could be dreaming; your arms are wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair, smiling at him so sweetly. Your eyes are one of pure hunger, and your voice is so transparent with your want. It’s perfect. 

Miguel brushes his thumb over your tempting lips, slightly dragging the bottom down while he tries to archer himself back to reality. Moving his hand to your neck as he leans in and kisses you. Your lips are soft and perfectly guiding against his. Miguel's hands fall to your hips; he digs his fingers into the plush of your skin, making you gasp into his mouth with a moan. It’s been a long time since he’s kissed you, and he wants to make sure you know how much he wants you… trying his hardest to impress you. 

The fingers in his hair tighten to a fist as you guide him to part his plush lips, then slip in your tongue to get a taste of him. It’s gentle at first but quickly heats up from your eager influence. Then you start straddling his thick thighs, grinding slightly against him. Both your bodies feel like you’ve been set on fire in a blazing flame of want. 

“Miggy, I always like you…just-”

Before you can finish your words, Miguel drives his tongue back into your mouth, eager to taste those words he had always wanted to hear. His hands cup your ass as he drives his knee deeper between your legs, letting you use him more. Breaking the kiss, you let out the most perfect moans as your body tingles and shivers. Miguel hasn’t had enough of you yet as he keeps his mouth kissing against your flushed skin. His tongue rolls over your rapid pulse as you keep grinding and mewing for more. 

“Fuck, miggy~”

Miguel licks a long strip up your neck before grunting in your ear, “I… I only came here… to see you…t-talk to you…” 

His rough words make you grind against him more, and right as Miguel starts to feel your slick soaking through his pants, you pull his hair, successfully pulling a whimper from him, which is quickly cut off by your soft lips to his again. Then, as you pull away, you bite his bottom lip, which makes him shiver. 

“Can…can I take you home…” Miguel asks breathlessly, his hands still squeezing your ass. 

A small giggle leaves your kiss-bitten lips as you take a second to fix his now-disheveled hair, thanks to you. 

“Take me to your place, Miggy; you still owe me…” 

Miguel feels a rush of excitement run through him, making his length throb at your words. You really are going to eat him alive…

It's the perfect sight he’s only ever dreamed of seeing, you sitting on his large bed completely naked, a sweet smile on your face, soft legs crossed over each other, waiting patiently for him. Miguel adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose…you had insisted, and he’s finding he can’t deny you…

Miguel slips off his underwear, kicking them away. Your eyes widen as you see his massive length slap against his abdomen, then hanging heavily. Your eyes rake over his immaculate form; the sight of you licking your licks isn’t lost on him. 

“Strip for me, Miggy,” you taunted as you dropped your dress with little effort, waiting for him to follow. Of course, he did. He would follow anything your sweet voice commands. Just please…let him touch you…

Running his hand through his hair, Miguel approaches you, but your sweet voice turns to him in disapproval, and he pauses. 

“No walking, I want you to crawl on your hands and knees…please? Miggy~” 

Every time you use that old nickname, he feels his cock twitch. Keeping his now blazing eyes on you as he slowly sinks to his knees and begins to crawl to you obediently. The action is meant to make him look submissive, but you find that even now, he looks like a predator getting ready to devour its prey… The shiver that shoots down your spine goes right to your sex, making you drip down on his sheets. 

As Miguel crawls closer, you unfold your legs, stretching one out slowly toward him. His large hand immediately catches your ankle. Hungry eyes look up at you, blazing with want, as his hand slowly creases up your leg. Miguel's lips kiss softly against your calf while he whispers faint words under his breath after every kiss. His eyes watch you as he slowly raises your legs, the back of your thighs being pressed against his broad shoulders.  

Miguel's hands grab your hips, making you slip a moan. His eyes turn softer as he hears you moan, his lips coming away from the fresh mark he's left on your inner thigh. Miguel's lips part to apologize, but you're quick to interrupt before he can. 

Leaning forward, you push his glasses back into their proper place and crease his cheek. “You're doing so well for me, Miguel…though…It does feel like you're trying to make me beg… Are you trying to tease me?” 

Miguel's lips curl into a smile as he lowers his face to lick his tongue against your clit. You throw your head back at the hot contact, Miguel groaning at the sweet taste of your cyprine. 

“I wouldn’t dream of teasing you…” Miguel's lips lower down to your clit before he gives it a quick lick. 

Unable to help yourself, you grab a fist full of his hair, making him let out a soft groan, “Then devore me, Miggy; you still owe me, remember? And I-Ah!~” 

Before you can finish your taunting, Miguel is driving his face into your wet sex to selfishly devore more of you. Long slow licks of his warm tongue send waves of pleasure to flood your body as your toes curl from every push of his nose to your clit. 

His breaths for air huffing against your quivering sex, the tip of his tongue darting back to lick against your soft folds, making you whine. Looking down at him, his glasses crooked and hazy and his groans continue to vibrate through your pussy. Then the sensation of his tongue probing you open makes you close your thighs against his head and grab this thick hair, pulling hard enough for a grunt to slip through his chest. Getting the message, Miguel moves his tongue to lick your sensitive clit as his finger slips into you. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as you squirm, grinding your hips against his face, mouth hanging open as your chest heaves moan after moan. Your body starts shaking at the addition of another finger, making you feel jolts of pleasure that make you need to roll your hips onto his face more. 

Miguel could carless at the apparent use of his face for your pleasure; it's all he craves right now, your cum to dip all over his eager tongue. For your hips grind onto his face for hours. He would stay on his knees worshiping you like this until you're calling out from too much pleasure, and even then, he doesn’t know how he could pull himself away from your delicious taste. 

You feel him groan into you, the vibrations rushing through you to cause you to gasp and shiver as his tongue keeps sliding in and out of you, desperate for your sweetness. You want more, need more, you crave it with every roll of your hips; you want him in you deeply. Unclenching your thighs from his head, you pull his hair, forcing his face from you with a wet pop. 

Miguel's eyes are blown as he keeps them steady on yours, his full lips parted and panting. The sight of his face glistening with a mix of his saliva and your arousal is sinful and complete perfection. His poor glasses are resting on his face, still lopsided from his ravenous pursuit to taste your cunt. Leaving forward, you keep a smile as you hold his cheek; he immediately melts into it. Grabbing his glasses from his head, you toss them to his nightstand; before he can say anything to you, you're leaning forward to bring him into a kiss. His lips and tongue are laced with you, and you can’t help but want to giggle as he groans and leans his whole body onto you, so needy for more. 

With a gentle push to his massive chest, you can change the positions as you now straddle his hips effortlessly. You are slowly running your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, feeling his hair decorating his skin, making your mouth water. As you shift yourself up, you feel his swollen length hanging heavily as you nudge against it. The tip is hot and already pebbling with glistening pre-cum, straining for you to envelope around him. Reaching down, you flick your eyes from his eyes to his length. 

Miguel sure has changed over the years, but his face is so breathless and furrowing with every strained pleasure as you slide your thumb over his cocks slit. Whining so softly, sounding like the sweet nerd you remember. On the other hand, Miguel is witnessing you in a way only his mind had fantasized about. Your smile is no longer so sweet but devious; He wants to push his cock into you so deeply and have you shudder and scream while you gush all over him, But this teasing and taunting… it's mouth-watering. 

Touching his length, you feel the sheer heat of it as you carefully trace over the soft skin, feeling every vein. Tracing over the red weeping tip, you feel him shudder and mumble something under his breath as you grasp him to hold against you, seeing that he measures to your stomach. You can't help but bite your lip in anticipation of the stretch. 

Your eyes flick back to Miguels, “Think it will fit?” you tease.

“I will make it fit…” his rough voice sends a shiver down your spine. 

Lifting to your knees, you line up his tip to brush on your clit, making you gasp as you slip him through your folds. Then finally, you slip him in slowly, feeling his cock stretch your fluttering hole; the stretch is intense and makes you roll your eyes as your back arches. Miguel grabs your ass tightly, bucking his hips to sink in a bit faster; he pants a sorry as you let out a moan and squeeze your hands on his chest for support. Looking down at his beautifully blushing face, you only smile as you sink deeper. 

“So eager, Miggy~” 

All Miguel can manage is a smile as he works hard to keep himself from bottoming out immediately. He so badly just wants to shove it in deeply and rut into you like a damn animal in heat. A groan builds in his throat as he tries to keep herself from whimpering as you continue to sink so slowly. His cock throbbing and stretching your walls as it heats your insides. Before he can manage a whine, you sink all the way down, taking every inch; before either of you can moan, you catch his lips in a needy kiss, your lips guiding him, and your tongue pushes to taste his groans. Pulling away from the kiss, you grind against him, relishing in the feeling of his cock pushing in deeper and his trimmed hairs tickling your sensitive skin; you can’t help but bite his bottom lip to compensate for the mind-numbing feeling. 

Miguel's hands squeeze harder on your ass, making you release his lip and your cunt to clench on him, the moan of his name dropping from your lips as your head drops and your hips start to grind on him at a slow pace. Using your hands, you slightly push yourself up and rock your hips back and forth, letting his cock slide back and forth, brushing your cervix with every nudge. Miguels is mesmerized as he roams his hands over your body, worshiping every inch of your skin with his careful fingertips brushing and rubbing you so tenderly. His hands come to your breast, where he takes a minute to squeeze and pinch your nipples, your whimper in response, and grind harder against his cock, pushing him to rub against your cervix.

“You look s-so fucking beautiful…your body, your…tatse…I’ve never stopped thi-thinking of you…” Miguel mutters through pants of hot breaths. 

The words spur you on, and you start to pick up your pace, making him moan out and guide your hips to rock back and forth faster, “Always so sweet…” you coo to him…the words are less taunting but just true; he has always been sweet to you…

“Only for you…” he muses, and you can’t help but smile, 

“Good…” 

You feel yourself starting to sip from having a clear head that's now blurring in a haze of lust as you continue to pursue your pleasure on his girth. Pushing in and out on him deeper and quicker. Your hands grab onto him tighter as you ravish your tight pussy with his throbbing cock. Begging for both your and his release. So deep in you, now your jaw falls slack as his cock keeps pushing against your velvety sweet spot, making jolts of pleasure pulse through your body with every bounce. 

The sweat that has built on your bodies works hard to try and your fevered states, but with every push into your cunt and with every clench around his length rousing him to go deeper makes it all in vain. There is no cooling as you two approach your white hot release, bodies only growing more hot and sensitive with every whine and every mind-numbing push. So close to tipping the other to ecstasy…

With a couple of aided thrust from Miguel fucking up into you, your muscles tenase and your mouth falls open in a pitched scream of his name as your danm burst making you clench and shudder on his cock, coming undone on top of him. You're quivering on his length as he carefully grinds you through your drenching pleasure, the feeling of his cock slipping deeper as you eagerly ride him through your high. 

With the way you clench so tightly and grind faster, Miguel couldn't help but feel himself throb and spurt right into your cervix. The feeling of it spurting so thickly, his heavy cock pulsing inside of you, feeling so heavy in you with each twitch. This cum is hot and fills you so that it's leaking down his cock mixing with your arousal, creating a sticky mess you can't help but side yourself on to more as it sticks to his skin. 

Haze starting to clear you fall forward on his chest, you try to catch your breath in between placing frantic kisses to Miguel's chest and neck. Your orgasm leaves you utterly satisfied, but Miguels is not done…

With a quick turning over your body, you're lying on your back now as Miguel situates himself between your legs. He takes time to look over your flushed form, his massive hands dragging over your sensitive body, and you shiver and buck your hips up. Miguel takes your legs, pushing them up to your chest, making your mew from his touch, your pussy completely exposed to him. Miguel feels his breath catch as his cum leaks out of your trembling puffy cunt in milky drops. Miguel releases one of your legs to fall to his shoulder so he can plam his cock, still erect and ready for more. His red eyes flick back to your blisted-out face, and though you're at the point of overstimulation, you still ache for more. 

“M-Miggy…” you're the one to tremble shyly for him now, and the switch of the roles makes him fold. He’s helpless for you…

Leaning down carefully, Miguel cages you between his massive arms as he places a gentle, sweet kiss on your begging lips. Breaking the kiss, he whispers in your ear so softly, “More? Can you give me more? Perfect girl…let me feel you again…please…” 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his damp skin, you buck your hips up in your whine of, “More, Please, Miggy ah—I need more of you, always. You are so good to me.” 

He catches your hips in a quick grip as he lifts them up, smiling; it's everything he has ever wanted to hear from your sweet lips. And he is always eager to satisfy you. 

Miguel slips his cock into you with a groan; you're already so sensitive as he pushes down to the base, filling you so quickly that your body already starts quivering around him. Pressing soft kisses to your sweaty skin, he rolls his hips slow and deep. He is taking his time with you. Every thrust is hot and tingling, and you feel that familiar tense starting to build up again from the consistent pace he's set. Managing to open your eyes through moans and rolls, you see Miguel with beautifully flushed cheeks, eyes filled with want as he softly pants and groans and whimpers with each clench of your wet cunt. 

As his pace quickens, you feel him throb, giving you new resolve to meet your hips with each thrust, and your core starts to burn deliciously. Your nails find their place, digging into his broad back. Every slap of his balls to your overly sensitive skin makes you moan and throw your head back. Miguel takes the opportunity to kiss and lick against your neck, his hot breath rushing over you. With a final clench and strained moan, you feel that white-hot wave of pleasure burn through you; his body shudders at the feeling of your cunt, so desperate to cum against him to milk him dry again. His groan borders on a whine as his hips are still, and you feel that familiar throbbing against your cervix as his thick cum fills you up. Looking up at him, you watch his face contort to be in complete pleasure; the sight of it is completely addicting. 

Staying in you till you are both down from your highs, he slowly pulls out his softening cock. The pooling of both of your cum completely ruins the sheets underneath you, but Miguel doesn’t worry about that. He brushes stray hairs from your face and whispers he will be right back. You're too exhausted to move, and you can only twitch slightly as you feel a cool cloth cleaning you up so gently. 

After cleaning you up, you feel the bed sink beside you and the feeling of an arm around you, bringing you closer to his warm body, his other hand brushing through your hair so carefully. You gather your energy to curl into Miguel with a broad smile. You two lay there, slowly drifting away in each other's comfort. 

Clearing his throat, Miguel tries to be as unawkward as possible, and it only manages to make you smile more; you two just had amazing sex, and he’s still nervous; some things die hard, you guess. Looking up at him, you see he’s trying to gather up the best way to approach his next words; this night has been everything he hoped, and he doesn’t want to blow it now, but he needs to know the answer to his question, 

“Can-can I…take you out on a date?” 

His face is completely sincere and flushed; you have to bite back your giggle before you answer. 

“Miggy, about time you asked…” 

You two set the date up for the next night; Miguel, of course, wore his glasses…

#across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel 2099 #miguel smut

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Cool fighting details!!!

ೀ ݁.﹒𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

⠀⠀┈   ꒰ ᘏ ₊ ࣪ ꒱  𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 ⋅ 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  the spider squad come to your rescue but drama and misunderstandings unravel. events escalate very quickly which leads to chaos.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  angst, violence, mainly asskicking, near death experiences, swearing, villain shenanigans

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those violent delights crept into his mind.

keep bleeding through the light, darkness consuming his mind and heart. not an ounce of mercy or rationality, only pure delights of vengeance.

his heart pumping blood of anxiety through his veins. with each swing he takes, it beats faster. once he lands on the roof of the warehouse, miguel doesn’t waste a second to smash through the glass roof with his full body. the shattered glass follows him down to the ground as he lands, bits and pieces surrounding him, some on his shoulders but miguel doesn’t even bother to brush them off. those ruby eyes scan the area for your tiny figure but no avail. a grunt of frustration spills from his plump lips. 

he’s going to find you.

no matter what. he will find you.

and swear to god, if that goblin hurt you, oh miguel is going to rip his heart out with his talons.

miguel begins moving on foot since there’s no enemies in sight. it’s actually good goblin isn’t here at the moment, no ass-whooping just yet. as much as he wants to beat the shit out of that fucker, his main priority is finding you. no matter the circumstances, you are all that matters. miguel will do anything to find you, to see your gorgeous face once again. to hear your contagious yet adorable laugh. to hear those iconic sassy, unhinged remarks that always riled him up yet enjoys them.

he misses you so much it hurts. since the moment he met you, miguel’s been infatuated with you. the alluring energy radiating from you that plagues his entire soul. hanging out with you brings him a sense of tranquil and happiness, two feelings he hasn’t felt in years. you made him feel those things; a civilian who captured his attention. but you’re more than a regular civilian, more than a friend. you mean so much to him and he can’t lose you.

miguel is going to find you and bring you home.

     ━━━━━━━━ ִ  ۫   ꒰ ♡ ꒱  ۫   ݂ ━━━━━━━━

loud thuds echo as he takes a step. clenched fists at his sides, shoulders tensed, chest heaving and brows furrowed. those ruby eyes scan every inch of the warehouse for your tiny figure. unfortunately, no luck but miguel isn’t giving up. no way in fucking hell he will. as he continues searching, he finds a machine and an abandoned workbench with shredded blueprints and debris. his eyes focused on the strange machine, noting the several vials and tubes connected to them along with numerous wires. 

what the fuck is that for?

what is the goblin planning? a machine with bunch of vials and tubes? an experiment, perhaps? the seat in the middle of the machine which contains the tubes connected to vials answers the question.

but what for? or the better question, who for?

that sent shivers of fear through miguel’s body. he does not like what this goblin is planning. some crazy ass scientist experiment. disturbing much.

his eyes tear away from the machine when he hears footsteps from the shadows, his head snapping in the exact direction. 

“well, well, well…” a sinister voice he knows too well. “nice to see you again, spidey.” the face he’s been wanting to punch slowly emerges from the the shadows, a sinister smile illustrating on his face.

miguel doesn’t waste time as he lunges forward at the villain variant with a loud grunt. aggressively grabbing harry by the neck, miguel slams him against the wall with a powerful thud, making the villain choke a groan of pain. 

“where is she?” miguel demands through gritted teeth, leaning towards harry’s face.

the bastard managed to smirk while being almost choked to death. “oh you mean [y/n]?” a weak chuckle escapes him when he feels miguel’s hand tighten against his neck. “she’s quite feisty, very sassy. i understand why you like her so much. such a beautiful woman with much fire within her.” he said with much admiration, knowing it would piss off miguel even more, his grip tightened more. “she’ll make a perfect wife, the perfect mrs. osborn.”

oh that sentence broke hell loose.

letting out a snarl, miguel’s mask disintegrates and reveals those pearly white fangs ready to bite and inject venom with a wide open mouth. just before he could fulfill his darkest desire, heavily thuds and sounds of metal comes from behind made him stop and swiftly turn around. long cybernetic tentacles emerge from the shadows, loud thuds as it slams onto the ground causing vibrations. miguel’s eyes widen in surprise. an accomplice.

a doc ock variant. another fucking anomaly.

different than the one he captured a few days ago.

when the hell did he join? how come miguel never got notified of this anomaly? perhaps he was too blinded by rage to know.

“i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” octavius warns in a lone menacing tone.

these two join forces together? established an alliance? well this is just fucking great, but he can take them both down. months of capturing anomalies, even capturing multiple ones in one universe proved this mission would be the same. however, it was different considering it involves an innocent life in danger, extremely different since it’s your life that’s in danger. it’s your life at stake and miguel can not fail this mission, can not fail to save you. he can’t bare another death on his conscience.

he can’t lose you.

while basically choking harry to death, his crimson eyes never avert from octavius. “taking you both won’t be a problem.” miguel threatens.

an unimpressed chuckle spills from the villain’s mouth, shaking his head in disbelief. “you might want to rethink that.” he doesn’t give miguel time to respond when one of his cybernetic tentacles moves forward revealing you trapped inside the pincer, your poor little body heavily restrained by the cold harsh metallic sensation pressing into your delicate skin. soft mewls spilling from your trembling lips, desperately trying to escape by wiggling but no avail.

miguel’s eyes widen drastically when he saw you, his heart beating faster.

oh my god, you’re alive. oh thank god. 

however, fury boils in his blood at the sight of the damn pincer wrapped around your tiny figure. how uncomfortable and distraught you look made miguel’s heart ache terribly. 

“let her go or things will get ugly.” pure venom in his tone, red eyes heavily glaring at the villain variant.

“i’m afraid i can’t do that. she’s perfectly comfortable within my grasp.” doc ock mischievously smiles, taking a quick glance at you.

“oh fuck off—“ you spit out before the pincer tightens around your poor fragile body, squeezing you which makes you wheeze in pain.

miguel’s eyes furrowed, blood boiling at an alarming rate. oh that fucker is gonna get it. letting go of harry, he leaps forward but doc ock acted quicker, using one tentacle arm to grab and slam miguel against the wall, trapping him. a heavy groan spills from his lips at the impact. a weak muffled whine escapes your covered lips as you watch your beloved spiderman get hurt. oh your heart cracks.

“not so fast, spider-man. you don’t get your prize yet.” the doc ock variant teases menacingly. 

trembling onto his feet, harry swipes off debris from himself and walks over. “thank you, otto.” he rubs his neck with a hand, visible bruises from miguel’s claws. “well… i believe it’s showtime, don’t you agree?” 

those ruby irises narrow at his words. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“oh! well, you see that machine right there, resting in all its glory?” harry gestures at the machine with one hand. “that is your throne where it will drain every ounce of rapture from your veins and rest in those vials.” the corner of his lip curls upward into a smug smirk as he watches miguel’s eyes widen in shock. 

“that’s not happening.” miguel states through gritted teeth, trying to escape from doc ock’s grip.

a mocking laugh echoes the room. “oh but it is, if you wish to save your girlfriend.” harry glances at you with a fake apologetic expression, earning himself a glare which makes him smirk. he turns back to miguel. “do it and she’ll be free, no harm done.”

fuck. always coming down to a choice.

or more precisely, sacrifice.

with no rapture means the end for him. but it also means saving you. miguel would do anything to save you, even if it means giving up his own life for yours. he’ll die happily knowing that you’re alive and safe.

“fine.” those red menacing eyes meant it.

“no!” you cry, wiggling in the firm grip of the metallic claw but unfortunately no avail. 

you don’t want miguel to die. he can’t! he doesn’t deserve this. he has suffered so much already. he can’t sacrifice himself for you. no he can’t. 

you can’t lose him. 

miguel’s eyes instantly shift to you. his heart cracks at your tearful eyes and trembling state. your desperate cries of begging him to not do it echoes throughout the warehouse as you squirm under the doc ock’s grip, desperate to break free and run to him. the sight breaks him, damaging his already damaged heart. he can’t bare to see those gorgeous eyes swell in tears. but in the end, he’ll do anything for you, to take away the pain from you, to make those tears stop, even if means sacrificing himself.

surrendering wholeheartedly, miguel stops fighting back and slumps into octavius’ grip. the sight of a defeated spider-man brings pleasure to harry’s mind. finally, the man responsible for his father’s death is going to pay the consequences. 

however, before anything else could happen, the glass ceiling shatters as several figures fell down from above. it’s the spider squad, they arrived just in time. peter and jess are the first to land, the other three followed suit, landing behind the two. a wide smile forms on your lips at the relieving sight of your spider friends. a very angry harry obsorn glares at the gang, grunting in frustration that his plan is slightly sabotaged but it still can be fulfilled. all he needs is miguel to fail, utterly defeated and worn out. with the help of doc ock, he will keep the the other spiders occupied while harry deals with his nemesis. 

“looks like you just got busted.” peter said heroically with a puffed up chest, mimicking the classic superhero stance. mayday copies his mannerisms in the baby carrier, wearing her cute spider-man beanie, a replica of her father’s mask.

a collective groan behind him fills the room.

“what?” peter asks genuinely confused, turning around to face the group. 

“please, do not ever say that again.” jessica rubs the temples of her forehead with a hand while the other rests on her hip like a disappointed mother.

“aw come on! that sounded cool! especially after a cool entrance like that.” peter motions at the now broken glass ceiling with a dorky smile on his face.

“it was kinda cliche.” gwen said shrugging her shoulders, nervously rubbing the back of her neck

hobie nods, humming in agreement. ben just stands there mopping and waiting.

“ahem!”

the gang looks back at a pissed off miguel whose crimson daggering eyes glare at them. “move it!”

and with that, they all lunged forward and split up. gwen, peter and jess go after harry. hobie and ben join miguel to attack doc ock. miguel goes straight for you but of course the villain variant acted quicker. you yelp when you’re suddenly yanked away from miguel’s attempted grasp as octavius starts climbing up the walls then the ceiling. you squirm under the tight grip of the tentacle arm, your hair falling over your face as you continue squealing, legs kicking in the air and punching fists. an angry grunt spills from his plump lips as miguel chases after you, the two other spidermen following him. he orders one of them to swing forward and cut doc ock off, ben does the job. the young spider-man cuts him off him by shooting webs and going in for a kick directly to the face. that knocks the villain out, losing balance for a moment. the cybernetic arm engulfing you let’s go, your heart stops and stomach drops. a scream erupts from your lungs as you fall until you feel a very strong arm wrapped securely around your torso.

“i got you.” a familiar baritone voice said reassuringly.

instinctively, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. using one hand for webs while the other is wrapped around your body, miguel swings away from the chaos to place you someplace safe. his grip on you tightens, relishing the sensation of your body against his own, afraid of letting you go. oh god he has never felt so relieved, grateful to have you in his arms. his larger figure engulfing yours. the softness of yours against his roughness. is it wrong to say he enjoys, loves having you in his arms? there haven't been many intimate moments between you two like this, other than when he first saved you and that one night he took you home. there hasn’t been any hugging or similar intimacy, just light touches yet still igniting sparks within you two.

once you were far enough from the chaos, miguel carefully sets you down on your feet. he can sense your hesitation when your arms are still wrapped around him. he doesn’t want to let go either. but to both your dismay, you do but very slowly, retracting your arms from his neck. miguel, on the other hand, still holds you by the waist. not tightly like before, just his fingers skimming the material of your dress. 

his ruby eyes look down at you, scanning over your figure for any bruises or cuts. “are you okay? did he hurt you? i swear, if he—“

you shook your head. “no, i’m fine. although, he did low-key squeeze the life outta me for a sec.” you watch his brows furrow. “but that’s all.” you said reassuringly with a sincere look in your eyes.

he analyze your face to see if you were truly okay. part of him is still angry and concern but your eyes, your gorgeous eyes he loves, were telling the truth. he lets out sigh of relief, shoulders slightly slumped. 

you’re okay and safe, all he asked for. however, you need to get out of here, away from danger. 

the sounds of fighting from the distance snaps him back into reality. “you need to get out of here now.” miguel hands you the watch he loaned you. “head back home or to HQ, i’ll meet you there after the mission is done.”

you glance at the watch then back up at him with furrowed brows. “but miguel—“

“go.” he commands, making you flinch. “leave, now.” he let’s go of you and starts walking away. “and don’t you fucking dare stay here.” miguel warns, pointing a finger at you before swinging away to join the others.

an unpleasant shiver went straight down your spine. those ruby eyes weren’t joking, just pure determination with hints of fury. miguel is always firm with his words. it’s the logical, smart way to leave and head back home or to HQ. however, you remember harry’s plan is still intact. that fucker ain’t getting a drop of miguel’s rapture. no fucking way that’s happening. that machine needs to be destroyed or at least shut down.

     ━━━━━━━━ ִ  ۫   ꒰ ♡ ꒱  ۫   ݂ ━━━━━━━━

lots of asskicking in motion. much to their surprise, these two villain variants are a bit more difficult than previous versions. time is running thin and miguel has no patience, a trait he doesn’t possess. loud angry grunts spills from his lips, desperate to get rid of these anomalies before more chaos ensues. 

“you ruined everything!” harry snarls, heavily glaring at the man responsible for his father’s demise.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, kid.” miguel swings after him, shooting a web but only to be cut by a blade from harry’s glider.

from the distance, you run back to the scene. one half of the quad was fighting doc ock while the other dealing with goblin. your eyes widen in horror when you find miguel and harry fighting. your presence didn’t go unnoticed by miguel but he was too focus on catching the damn goblin. you make a beeline for the machine and try shutting it down. luckily, harry was too occupied with miguel to notice.

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, you fucking murderer!” goblin goes in for a punch at the red and blue hero but misses. 

the eyes of miguel’s mask widen at the shocking yet absurd accusation. “murderer?! what the hell are you talking about?!”

“YOU MURDERED MY FATHER, YOU BASTARD!” 

for once, miguel went silent, pure shock illustrated on his face. murdered his father? what is he… oh wait! he’s the son of that norman obsorn variant from that mission months ago?! the puzzle pieces finally came together. this is revenge, this was all about him and using you as bait. but miguel didn’t murder norman, it was an accident.

“it was an accident.” miguel slowly raised his hands in the air, a sign that he means no more harm but only to speak. “i didn’t murder your father, harry.”

the younger male scoffs angrily. “yes you did! you chased after him like a wild fucking creature! chasing after him until he fell down to his death!” he spits out with bloodshot eyes. 

miguel sadly sighs. “look… i was chasing after your dad so i can take him back to his original universe or the multiverse would collapse. i was trying to reason with him but he kept running away.” he slowly brings down his hands. “i caught up to him but he kept fighting, refusing to listen. things got out of hand then… he slipped off his glider.” he averts his gaze from harry, looking down at the ground as guilt began consuming his mind. “i tried to save him. believe me, kid, i tried. i went after him, so damn close to catch him but… it was too late.” a slight crack in his voice, hint of guilt in his tone. 

a fat silence fell between them, only the gentle sounds of the water outside. when miguel looks up at harry, he’s looking down to conceal those tears swelling his eyes. guilt kicked him even harder. 

“i’m sorry, harry…” miguel takes one step forward, reaching out a hand with slumped shoulders. “to this day, i regret that night.” 

the young male remains silent, allowing those salty tears to fall. but then, those sorrowful feelings turn into rage. slowly lifting up his head in a intimidating manner, those eyes were no longer filled with tears but with vengeance. “he died by your failure… you took the only person who cared about me…”

“harry…” miguel warns.

the corners of his lips curl up into a menacing smile. “now i’m going to take the only person who cares about you.” 

that makes his heart stop. “harry, no!“

the villain ignores him as he flies away towards you. miguel quickly jumps after harry, successfully catches him which knocks them both down to the ground. with the help of hobie and ben, they managed to capture the green goblin variant and send him back to HQ, permanently this time. luckily, the other group succeeded in capturing doc ock. 

the mission is now complete.

the multiverse is still intact and stable.

the nightmare is over.

gwen, peter, and jessica escort doc ock through the portal. ben and hobie do the same with harry. but just before they could enter the portal, the bastard activates a small golden ball which was hidden in his hand and throws it towards miguel. his eyes widen drastically at the green flickering light. before he could even catch it or run towards you, the ball explodes. the warehouse blows apart and collapses, smoke and fire erupting from the explosion. 

shielding himself with his arms, miguel immediately looks up to find you. “[y/n]?!” anxiety and fear flows through his veins once again. the smoke overfilled his senses and vision. he stops panicking the moment his eyes find your small figure from a distance. he shouts out your name again but in relief. without hesitation, miguel bolts across to reach you. 

“miguel!” you shout before a cough interrupts you, waving a hand through the smoke. 

before you could start running, a collapsing pillar crashes down and knocks you out, sending you flying off the barrier. a horrific scream erupts from your lungs as you fall into the water.

“NOOOO!”

miguel chases after you, jumping off and into the water. he swims after you, using all of his strength to save you. he grabs you, wraps an arm around your waist and starts swimming up to the surface. using a web, he swings you both back onto the barrier. very carefully, he lays you on the floor as if you’re a porcelain doll, hovering over your drenched body. both of his hands come up to hold your face very carefully, thumbs brushing your cheeks.

“no no no. please! [y/n]!” his thumbs caress your cheeks as panic took over his body. miguel then starts preforming cpr on you. after three tries, you’re still not responding. “[y/n], por favor!” he cries before giving it another shot, praying you wake up this time. after the fourth try, no response. tears began swelling up in those gorgeous brown eyes. 

“don’t leave me, mi alma…” he whispers in your ear, desperation and fear in his tone.

after a few seconds of sorrow, a loud gasp escapes your lips before turning into coughing. miguel’s head immediately shoots up and looks at you, a big sensation of relief flowing through his body. you cough out the water trapped in your lungs. miguel caresses your face, brushing away any wet hair from your face as you cough out remaining water, whispering endless praises. 

“you’re okay… you’re okay.” he whispers softly, more like to himself as a reminder, still caressing your delicate face with his large hands, mentally thanking the higher beings from above endlessly.

you cough out the last remaining bits of water before turning your head back. the back of your head resting on his palm so it doesn’t hit the ground, meeting miguel’s gaze through hooded eyes. you wanted to say something but exhaustion began catching up to you, making your eyes flutter.

“hey hey hey… stay with me.” miguel mutters, almost begging, caressing your face while panicking.

you try keeping your eyes open but ultimately fail, allowing exhaustion to consume you as darkness took over your vision.

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𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ੈ✩��₊˚ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you overhear a couple of spider-people talking about you and miguel

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: inspired by a scene of a drama i saw in tiktok at 11:30 pm whoops here’s a small scenario while i work on that hiding pregnancy with miguel fic

part 2

You hummed to yourself as you walked towards Miguel’s room. You were so excited to talk to him about how your days went and if you were lucky, maybe you’d get to hear how his day went as well. It wasn’t like he doesn’t talk about himself, of course he does, you two were practically the bestest of friends now. It’s just that nowadays, he seemed more stressed and preferred to listen to you talk. Or at least you hoped so. He never really complained each time you rambled his ears off (which was like 83790134 times a day oops).

But a mention of your name in a hushed conversation stops your tracks.

“... [Name] is pretty close to Miguel, huh?” the conversation was actually a bit far from where you stood but thanks to your extreme superhearing, you were able to hear what they were talking about. You tilted your head. I wonder why they’re talking about me…

“Nah, I don’t think so. Miguel doesn’t even seem to like them.” You grumbled under your breath. That’s just what it looked like to others. They didn’t know that you know Miguel’s favourite empanadas are the ones sold by a Mexican granny on a stand right around the corner outside the building. They didn’t know that Miguel actually remembers what you say to him and even reacts to your stories. If that isn’t what you call friends in their natural behaviour, you don’t know what to call it.

“Yeah, it’s probably because they never stop talking. Their mouth just never know how to close for at least 10 minutes.”

“Miguel is probably annoyed at them. I wonder how he manages to keep his patience from running out with them.”

You bit your lip. Yeah, they were right…You admit that you talk a lot and you do feel a bit bad about it. But your friends haven’t told you to stop talking or that you were bothering them yet so you thought it was fine with them. If your friends said something about it, you would definitely stop and try to talk less for them. You were sure your friends would say something if they were uncomfortable, especially Miguel. You believe in them and you believe in him.

“I know right! If I was him, I would…” so you took a step forward and continued to walk towards your destination. Only this time, you weren’t humming.

.

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“Hi, Miguel! Good afternoon! Such a lovely day, isn’t it?” you quirked up immediately as soon as you stepped foot into his office. As usual, he was on top of his floating station. Most of the time, he worked on planning and storing files with Lyla about which planets had been reported with anomalies. Sometimes, he watched videos of his daughter Gabriella and himself despite having already seen them countless times.

Miguel was lonely. You could see that. Sure, he had Jess and Hobie and Peter, but Jess was pregnant, Hobie was busy fighting against the government and being cool, and Peter had Mayday. You try your best to be with him because maybe he would feel less lonely with you around for him. Maybe he would be distracted by whatever you say from his exhaustion and his pain.

You swung yourself and landed on his platform. He was standing with multiple yellow screens hovered almost around him. His hands were on his waist and there was a glare on his face as he stared at it. He gave you a brief glance before turning his attention back to his work. Well, looks like today is a busy work day for him, huh. 

“Hey booo,” Lyla appeared in front of you and waved. You grinned at her. “Hey, Lyla! What’s up?”

“Ugh nothing much, except for Mr. O’hara on his red flood apparently.” She leaned and covered the side of her lips to whisper but it was no use to the said person with his abilities.

“I heard that.” His exasperated response was instant but he didn’t look away from the screen.

“Really? You did?” She asked with a higher and tightened voice with amusement. She then flashed a quick message to you. 

Miguel has been working even after you left three days ago. He wouldn’t take a rest no matter how many times I told him.

What? You looked at the back of his head in alarm. Worry immediately settled in your head and you furrowed your brows. Before you could convince him to stop, Lyla quickly made the message disappear and announced, “Oops, my power is running low. Gotta charge them now, byeeee.”

“I literally just checked your levels yesterday. Come back here—” he was cut off by her disappearing form.

He groaned and in his frustration, he swapped away the nearby items on the table. Most of them were papers but unfortunately, he didn’t notice he also swept away the teddy bear that you gifted him. It was similar to one Gabriella had and you knew this from the videos you watched with him. You thought how nice it would be to have at least a physical reminder of your love and not just ones you can see and hear. 

“I’ll get it, don’t worry!”

From his strength, the bear was flung high and without even thinking you walked backwards as you focused on its direction. You were being stupid because you forgot that you were on top of a floating platform and the floor wasn’t endless. The bear was almost near within your reach and with just one more step, you would be able to get it.

That one more step didn’t step on any solid floor but instead on air and so, you fell but not without the teddy bear in your hands. 

“[Name]!” Miguel shouted and you looked at him and finally, he was looking at you now. He ran at your falling figure with arms reaching out to you and for a second, you thought there was a tinge of panic and desperation laced in his hoarse voice and wide eyes. 

Sticky web was shot at your chest and you were quickly pulled towards him. You were hit against his figure and he caught you in his arms. You stilled and flushed, your ear was pressed against his chest and you could hear his roaring heart that beat so fast. He immediately shook you by your shoulders and yelled at you. “What were you thinking? Why weren’t you looking?”

“I mean, I was trying to catch it—” you flinched.

“Are you stupid? ¿y si te lastimas?” his nails were digging into your skin and his grip was beginning to hurt. You tried to laugh but came it off weakly.

“I just don’t want to see my gift get dirty. Besides, I’m fine—,” you tried to joke, hoping it would ease the tension and calm him down.

“Just shut up! Shut up!” he pushed you away with a growl, “Stop being so fucking reckless. I could have done it by myself. Stop annoying other people by doing stupid shit like this!”

He was breathing heavily, anger so deep in his eyes. Your eyes were wide and tears threatened to fall as you listened until it finally fell once he said his final word. Maybe the realization had finally settled in Miguel’s mind at what he had just said. His eyes widened in panic and reached out to you but you took a step back.

Your head hung low as you let his words sink in. Annoying? You couldn't even laugh bitterly like you usually do in situations like this. They were right. You were annoying him. You bit your lip. Had you been a bother to him all this time? How come Miguel never said anything?

Suddenly, his cold indifference to you was so clear and obvious now. Memories of him visibly annoyed with a frown flashed through your head. The sudden awareness made your head hurt and it burned your heart. It throbbed with a pang and you felt incapable of breathing, the pain overwhelming.

No, Miguel wasn't responsible for telling you this. You should've known better, you called yourself his “bestest friend”. You shouldn't have talked to him. You shouldn't have approached him in the first place.

You were annoying. You were a nuisance. You were a problem.

Stupid. Stupidstupidstupidstupid—

“[Name], I,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn't mean—”

“No, it's fine,” you wiped your tears and pressed the teddy bear you gifted him and wanted to catch for him. You wonder if this bear was also a bother for him. Maybe it was. Everything related to you is irritating. You were tiresome. “I should be the one to say that. I’m sorry.”

“I need to go now. I’m really sorry, again.” With a brief glance at him, you immediately turned around and swung down. You almost ran as you made your exit from his office. You did the know where exactly to go, only anywhere without him and far away from him. Strength had left you once you were outside his office and you walked and walked and walked. 

Maybe if you left, nobody would find you annoying anymore.

#blue writes! ✧˖*°࿐ #spiderverse 2 #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman 2099 #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv angst #moon knight

[flordelalunas]

ೀ ݁.﹒𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐖𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

⠀⠀┈ ꒰ ᘏ ₊ ࣪ ꒱ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 ⋅ 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎��𝒓𝒚  ˖  ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  you confront your captor face-to-face and learn of his plans. while tracking down your whereabouts, the spider squad worry about miguel.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖  ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  angst, backstories, mention of past character death, mentions of blood, swearing, miguel pissed af

᠀ . ˚ ┈ masterlist ⋅ next chapter

harry osborn. you recognize that name, learned it back at HQ while hanging out with a peter variant. the best friend of peter parker, son of norman osborn. you were familiar with green goblin variants are commonly norman osborn but there are a few harry ones. your captor happens to be one.

this harry variant is menacingly mysterious. unfortunately, you cannot deny he is quite attractive. brown hair with hazel eyes. low-key built form. however, you aren’t going to allow him to charm you. this fucker kidnapped you and has clear intentions for something disastrous. what could he possibly want with you? why does he need you? there isn’t anything special about you. sure, you’re associated with the acclaimed spider society but you don’t work there nor a spider-person yourself. just a normal, average human being trying to make a living.

“what the hell do you want from me? why did you kidnap me?” you glare at the menacing villain, demanding answers to those never-ending questions infiltrating your poor fatigue mind.

in return, you only get a mischievous chuckle as he slowly steps closer which makes you take a step back instinctively. “you seem like the perfect bait. a beautiful bait, in fact.” he said with a head tilt.

you scoff in disgust at his flirting. this piece of shit. “you didn’t answer my fucking questions. why the fuck did you kidnapped me?” you said through gritted teeth, anger laced in your tone.

to your surprise, harry remains calm but that mischievous smirk grew wider. “you’re close with your spider-man, correct? the tall one with fangs?” he knew his question was proven true as he watched your eyes slightly widen in surprise.

“the one that sent your stupid ass back to your universe? yeah, him. he’ll be hunting your ass until you’re gone permanently. and believe me, he’ll make sure of it.” you stare down at him, hints of confidence in your tone. you knew miguel would hunt his ass. that man is capable of many things.

that mischievous chuckle echoes the room. “he’s fond of you, immensely fond of you.” he takes another step but you stand your ground. “the day of the attack, he stopped everything he was doing and went to you. ignored the rest and went to you as if you were his main priority.”

your eyes narrowed suspiciously at his words. “i was about to be blown up, of course he had to save me.”

“no no…” he waves a finger in a slow, dismissive manner that pissed you off. “he acted differently towards you… as if you were a love one. the way you two were bickering at each other wasn’t a simple exchange between a hero and a civilian. he shown too much care towards your safety.”

you can’t deny the rapid beating of your heart as you listen to his words. he isn’t wrong to be honest, miguel did cared too much about your safety that day. recalling how rude he was towards you, calling you an ‘idiot’ for all things. to this day, you still don’t understand why miguel makes such a big deal regarding your safety. the numerous times he demanded you to stay out of trouble. why did he care so much? why did he care about you so much? prior to your friendship, if you wanna call it, miguel had always behaved like a concerned boyfriend. does he really cares that much for you?

“he’s fond of you… or i should say, loves you.” harry states with a smirk, watching your eyes widen drastically at his mischievous words.

loves you?

miguel doesn’t loves you. you’re just simply friends, whether he admits it or not, nothing more.

right? it’s just delusions.

sure, you’ve had one semi wet dream about him but that’s out of delusions. you never pushed further, disregarding any feelings you have for him because you’re merely friends. although, there is unspeakable tension between you two. a deep connection like two magnets drawn together and inseparable. you do feel your heart beating faster when he’s near you like standing or sitting beside you, barely leaving any space between you two. the beautiful tulip he gave you as a gift for helping him the other night. you have it in your room on your nightstand. him begging to you to repay you, saying the tulip wasn’t enough for how much you helped him. how he wanted to express his gratitude. that made your heart flutter.

snapping out of thoughts, you glare at your captor and take a step forward. “he doesn’t. now what the fuck is your plan? what are you planning to do?”

he huffs, lightly shrugging his shoulders. “like mentioned before, you’re the perfect bait. he finds you’re missing, knows my escape and will track down my whereabouts to here.” harry turns around and walks away with hands behind his back. he walks up to a machine with tons of wires and vials connected to it. “when he and his goons arrives, a fight begins, drama and such. when he is at his lowest, his ass will be dragged here, placed into this glorious machine which will drain every ounce of rapture from his veins.” he stands in front of the machine, admiring it.

your heart drops and your body freezes. he’s going to kill him; drain him to death. the thought of miguel dying shatters your heart. no — he can’t!

“you fucking psycho! you’re gonna drain him to death!” you want to beat his ass so badly but the ankle chains restrict you from doing so. “why are you doing this?! what’s your fucking deal?!” your shouting and screaming doesn’t affect him.

his laughter slowly drifts away, the amusement replaced with seriousness. “he hasn’t told you, hasn’t he?” harry quirks a brow at you.

“told me what?” venom laced in your tone.

the male sighs out of disappointment, rubbing the temples of his forehead before looking back at you. “of course he never told you, why would he? he doesn’t want you to see him as a killer.”

your heart drops again at his vile words.

a killer? miguel isn’t a killer.

what is he talking about?

“miguel is not a killer, you are.” you fought back.

hardy chuckled menacingly once again, shaking his head as he takes slow steps towards you. “you truly believe he’s a good guy. just your average spider-man saving lives when really he took lives without paying the consequences.” the change in his tone, filled with pure venom sent shivers down your spine. “do you really believe that? do you? are you another one of his believers blinded by his heroic deeds? so blind to not see the killer behind the mask?”

you step back from his approach, anxiety filling up your veins. “he’s not a killer! stop saying that!”

“HE MURDERED MY FATHER!” his voice echoed throughout the entire warehouse, ringing in your ears. silence soon followed afterwards, only the gently sounds of the water outside.

you stand there with wide eyes of shock, like a deer in headlights. murdered his father? that can’t be true. miguel is not a killer, he can’t be. “what?…”

another sigh escapes him, lowering his head as a sign of frustration. “before me, my father was the original green goblin. one night, he accidentally fell into another universe which of course alarmed your spider-man and his goons to chase after him.” he tan a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “my father was frightened and confused… trapped in another universe… away from his home, his family. can you imagine being away from your home?” faint tears swelled up in his eyes as he looks at you.

you couldn’t answer, to afraid to say anything but only listen to his story.

“when they arrived, my father was terrified. he ran away as fast as he could but of course your spider-man caught up to him.” there’s venom in the way he mentions miguel. “he chased my father on all fours like fucking crazy. they fought in the air, my father fighting for his life while that son of a bitch showed no stopping. at one point, my father lost control of his glider and sipped off.” a single tear drop from his eye trails down his cheek. “they say spider-man was trying to save him but of course they say that to paint him as the hero.” his fists clenched at his sides, the look of hurt in his eyes. “my father was found laying on the ground, a pool of blood spilling underneath him. he died by the hands of spider-man, your spider-man. miguel fucking o’hara.”

pure venom spilling from his lips by how harry said his name. you’ve never been so petrified, the unsettling feeling in your body.

“that’s why i developed up this marvelous plan, to finally make him pay the consequences, to honor my father.” harry finished with a glare, chest heaving.

“it… it wasn’t his fault… it was an accident.” you managed to croak out. you believe that miguel tried to save norman but it was too late. harry is simply hurting, grieving over his father’s death.

“it wasn’t an accident! he killed him and will not get away with it!” harry shouts with bloodshot eyes. “not this time, i’ll make sure of it.”

those chilling words frightens you; you’re more frightened for miguel. oh your heart aches terribly “don’t do this, harry. please. i may not understand the pain you’ve been through but revenge won’t do any good. not for you or your father.”

the male huffs, rolling his eyes. “my father would be proud of me for following in his footsteps, honoring him properly. and no spider is going to stop me.”

“you’re wrong. miguel will stop you before you even get the chance. he’s bringing others with him, you’re fucked.” you argue, brows furrowed.

that manic laugh echoes throughout the warehouse once again. “oh sweetheart, you’re really naive if you believe i didn’t planned this without reinforcements.”

before you could argue, sounds of metal approached from the shadows. long metal tentacles reach out, slamming the ground as the figure emerges from darkness. “good evening, miss [l/n].” the figure lowers his sunglasses with a light head bow.

the infamous doc ock.

     ━━━━━━━━ ִ  ۫   ꒰ ♡ ꒱  ۫   ݂ ━━━━━━━━

time is running thin.

the ground is shifting and the sky darkens.

a plague of anxiety consumes his heart.

ever since he stepped foot through the colorful portal, miguel has been on a manhunt for that green goblin son of a bitch. crimson eyes of wrath and vengeance. pearly white canines full of venom prepared to sink into that neck, injecting pure agony. talons ready to slice and rip multiple layers of skin until red oozes underneath.

but also large hands to caress your skin. broad arms to hold and embrace you for eternity. despite vengeance, all miguel wants is you to be in his arms. whisper a thousand sorrys into your ears while holding you protectively in his arms. how regretful he is for not being there to save you in the first place. how sorry he is for allowing you to get hurt. how sorry he is for entangling you into his mess.

this is why he doesn’t get close with anyone.

they get entangled in his mess.

while he’s on hellbent for revenge, the rest of the spidey gang are concerned for miguel. of course they’ve have seen his angry outbursts, recalling the incident with miles a while back. but this time was different and it was frightening to be honest. miguel appears more malignant. those red irises showed no mercy. his tense demeanor, a mixture of rage and anxiety. proven through those sharp talons and fangs. the heavy breathing through his flared nostrils and heaving chest, tensed back. clenched fists at his sides. the aggressive stomps and jumps after swinging from building to building.

the gang, specifically peter and jess, are worried miguel will do something he’ll regret. 

after endless swinging, they rest on top of a random rooftop which was just a few miles from the supposed warehouse according to the goblin’s whereabouts provided by lyla. just before miguel could swing off, jessica’s voice stops him.

“miguel, wait — we need to stop for a minute.” the pregnant woman approaches him from behind but he never stops and continues walking.

“no. we’re not wasting any more time.” miguel never turns to look at his colleague, only determination and vengeance consuming his mind.

“miguel, you can’t go in recklessly.” she argued. “we need to be strategic and careful about this.”

“the multiverse and an innocent life are at stake so no. there’s no time for strategical discussions.” the tall raging brunette continues walking until he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him stop in his tracks.

“miguel, please. i know how much she means to you but going in blind will only put her in more danger.” peter pleads with a concern look on his face, even mayday is worried about miguel.

just the combination of you and danger in the same sentence makes his blood boil. miguel swiftly turns to face the man dressed in a pink fuzzy robe with that iconic glare peter recognizes fairly well. 

“i summoned you all for a mission and to obey orders. if you can’t cooperate, then leave.” he said through gritted teeth, his fangs revealed.

peter slowly raised his hands in the air. “we want to save [y/n] and have her safe and sound as much as you do… but we need to be rational. we need to be careful. you can’t let revenge get the best of you.”

miguel’s eyes narrowed at his words but only responded with a grunt and turns around walking away from the squad.

“you can’t do this, miguel! you need to be careful!” peter yells but not too loud for mayday’s little ears.

“I’M NOT LOSING HER TOO!”

those words echoed the entire area into the distance, making the squad silent and shiver in fear. they stare eye-wide at the frustrated man with fangs and talons sticking out. those crimson eyes soften the minute he hears mayday crying. 

shit — he made a baby cry. 

miguel never wanted to gut himself so badly.

he watched peter try calming down his frighten daughter with gentle back rubs and quiet shushes while rocking her in his arms. the others are fixated between the crying baby and the raging miguel. jess has a sorrowful expression on her face.

lowering his head, miguel heavily sighs out of frustration as he rubs his forehead with one hand. yeah he fucked up things with his team and scared mayday but his anxious mind is consuming him entirely. if he doesn’t save you in time before the inevitable, he’ll never forgive himself. he can’t lose you; he can’t lose another important person in his life. he can’t bare another lost by his own hands. 

slowly lifting his head from his hand, miguel inhales a deep a breath before turning around and walking away from the group without saying anything else.

“wait miguel—“ peter reaches out a hand but gives up when he watches his colleague swing away.

the entire gang watched the furious spiderman 2099 swing towards the warehouse in silence. worried expressions illustrated on their faces, expect hobie but deep down he was a bit concerned. luckily, mayday managed to calm down but visible tear stains on her cute tiny puffy cheeks.

after a few moments of silence, peter puts on his mask and places mayday back in the baby carrier before stepping onto the ledge of the rooftop. 

“let’s go help him and save [y/n].” he turns to look at the others. he earns a nod and a small smile from jess. the others glance at each other before looking back at him, nodding as well. the rest of them join peter then jumped off the ledge and swing to the warehouse to join miguel to save you.

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love in bloom

pairing: jake lockley x reader

summary: every saturday morning jake brings you to the farmer’s market, and every saturday morning, you leave him a flower.

word count: 3k

warnings: SO much fluff, domesticity, meanings of flowers straight from the internet, jake is an uber driver because this is my story i can use whatever plot devices i want to, a hint of angst if you squint, very soft jake, very smitten jake, khonshu has a little cameo 

author’s note: this fic is based off of this post i made a few days ago. we all need more soft jake in our lives, and less evil alter bs so i hope this fic fills that void for you all <3

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[flordelalunas]

fire & desire

ˣ pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

ˣ summary: whether he’d disappear for days, weeks, or even months, jake would always come back to you, And you’d always find yourself waiting for his return, knowing that you could never deny him despite all.

ˣ warnings: 5k wc. explicit language & themes (18+ only, minors dni), oral & vaginal sex, slight exhibitionism, choking, mentions of smoking. established fwb relationship. jake is an angsty, cab-driving asshole in this btw but there’s a happy ending.

ˣ a/n: heyoo, here’s a lil something different! ya girl isn’t just a fluff writer haha. anyway, this turned out to be way angstier than planned. it was supposed to pwp but i was in the mood for some hurt. hope you enjoy!

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[flordelalunas]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

[𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚��𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Word count: 12K+

Tag: @moonnaught

Note: I’m sorry for not posting my life became hectic and many family members were in the hospital. I’ll try my best to write this week.

— EVERY COUPLE ARGUES. In every relationship, some ups and downs happened. Some issues become fixed and other problems are left to be unsolved. As with many problems in a relationship, this particular has been left unsolved. The problem with Marc Spector and Jake Lockley was that they were very closed-off people. But since you were originally Marc's wife, Marc fronted most of the time to spend with you but it's been a year since he's become Moon Knight, he didn't like talking about it with you.

Or talked about his emotions in general. And it seemed like every argument was a full circle because of that issue. You would gently try to ask him what's wrong then he would brush it off saying it's nothing. You would plead with him asking him to tell you what's wrong then somehow, along the way of begging turns into a screaming match.

If anything, the same routine of the same problem was getting exhausting. You would storm out of the shared apartment and leave for a couple of hours. Or lock yourself in the bathroom to cry because all you want to do is help Marc.

But it seems like every time you try with him, another screaming match occurred as Marc and Jake who were taking turns between fronting in the body, slamming the cabinets as you stood a far distance away from him. "Please, just tell me what's going on!" You shouted trying your best not to flinch with each slam of the cabinet as Jake was looking for a particular item that you hid away just for them to talk to you.

You knew the item that you hid away was important to their mission but you wanted them to talk to you about what was going on. "I don't have time to tell you what's going on!" Marc shouted this time as he slammed another cabinet, turning around to face you. "This mission is far too important. Just give me what I need!"

"Just tell her what's going on. You're scaring her." Steven pleaded from the window's reflection watching you flinch from his loud tone.

Marc ignored him. He always ignores Steven because Steven was the one who always patched the relationship up. Honestly, if Steven wasn't there, Marc believes that the marriage would have ended years ago but yet; you still remain.

    Marc wasn't sure if you still remained because of Steven or you just couldn't leave the relationship. He saw how your eyebrows would wrinkle together as tears glisten in your eyes with each argument. He knew he pushed you away every single day, his reason was simple. He was afraid of getting close to someone; to show vulnerability.

    Marc purposely self-sabotage every relationship he ever had because of his mother. His mother's words still lingered in the back of his head no matter how much he pushed away the memories and tried to erase them from his mind; she was always there. And for that reason, it was hard to get close to anyone.

    Especially the one he loves the most; you.

    But how could he tell you about being Moon Knight? You were the only thing good in his life no matter the numerous times he pushed you away, screamed back at you; caused this rift in the relationship that was slowly tearing you away from him. You were that balance that Marc needed, it was fucked up in a way because he knew he held onto this toxic relationship. The toxic relationship he created but it was addictive to come home to someone who still remained.

    Marc knew you deserved better; of course, he knew this, but he felt in a way that he deserved something good in his life. He couldn't imagine you with someone else, it felt selfish to have you remain here with him, unhappy. He wanted to change but that lingering voice of his mother is what caused this rift of forever never having a stable relationship with anyone.

    You shakily stepped forward but remained your distance away from him. "Please, just. . .just tell me what's going on, Marc." You pleaded as your eyes trickled with tears. "I. . .I know this mission is important but I'm always worried for you. I stay up at night never knowing if you're going to come back. I stay up wondering if you're dead or not."

    "I never fucking asked you to worry about me." Marc harshly replied, stomping towards you. His brood figure towered over you, his dark eyes peering at you. "I never ask you to stay up at night wondering where I'm at. I'm fine. Now, tell me, where is the damn map?"

    You narrowed your eyes at him as tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Marc's heart ached seeing the same tears that were resulted from his anger. Not every day was it that you cried, only the days when Marc had to leave. On the days he didn't have to leave, those were the moments that made it worth staying but quite frankly, you were getting mentally exhausted.

    Exhausted from crying, worrying about your husband. Wondering almost every night if he was going to be alive but here he was asking you to not worry. From when he became Moon Knight, before all of that; you were in a good relationship with him. It may have not been the best but ever since he became Moon Knight; everything changed.

    You didn't know why you stayed with Marc. Truly, it was hard to say. Perhaps you saw yourself in him. Afraid to be alone, afraid to endure the loneliness, and afraid to show yourself to anyone. You thought those types of thoughts were in the past when he saved you from being kidnapped. He was hired to save you and through that crazy journey, you connected with him but for the past year, it seems that connected broken to almost nothing.

    Almost.

    Almost because you still had hope. But you were almost at your breaking point as well with him. "The map is on the bookshelf, hidden behind my romcom section." You muttered quietly. Wiping the tears with the back of your hand, you step aside from Marc.

    Marc quickly walked to the bookshelf and carefully put your book aside to find the map that he stole a few days ago for Khonshu. He found the worn-out map quickly and stuffed it in his pocket. He placed back your books in the right order and turned around seeing you standing there with a blank expression.

    How did everything turn out so shitty? Marc could blame everyone else for what has happened to the relationship. His mother to creating a series of problems like his mental illness, and his lack of understanding of how to care for another person properly and healthily. How to process his emotions in a way that doesn't harm himself or others. Or he could blame Khonshu who created this person he hated and used him as a puppet.

    He could blame the world for giving him an unfair life. But in reality, his choices come to him. His behavior came down to him. Steven would always tell Marc how he could go to therapy to change his toxic and unhealthy behavior but Marc was afraid. His fear was affecting everything in his life. He could only blame himself for not changing.

    And he does blame himself because of the expression on your face. Usually, you would be crying and begging him to stay home with you. To be safe with you and not go anywhere else but here you stood. Emotionless and uncaring. Perhaps you were at your breaking point where you didn't care for him anymore. And that was on him.

    "You know," you began with a harsh chuckle. "I didn't think the relationship would have got to this point. And you're right. You never asked me to care for you but you asked me to marry you. And that meant I would care for you once I said yes."

    Your finger and thumb twirl the ring around your finger as you slid the ring off. Marc's heart sunk seeing the ring between your fingers. This was it, this was your breaking point. "But each time you put on that costume, I always worry but I won't anymore." You stride towards him, harshly grabbing his wrist. Forcing his hand open, you shoved the ring in his hand. "I'm not divorcing you but I won't wear that ring anymore. You're not the man I married, Marc. You're a stranger. Blame whoever you want about our downfall but you can only blame yourself. I blame myself for many reasons but I won't be part of this toxicity anymore. I'm done."

    You turned around and walked away from him. His eyes bore on the back of you. His heart rammed against his chest as he blinked rapidly. His eyes peered down to the ring. The shimmering golden ring had a carving on it. Together forever, my love

    "Marc. . ." Steven muttered from the nearest reflection. His heart aches at the situation.

    Marc sniffled, holding back his tears as his fingers curled around the ring. His face went blank as he slipped the ring inside of his pocket and turned around. "Marc, you could fix this," Steven said from the passing reflections on the wall. "I know you want to!"

    "No, leave her be," Jake spoke up as Marc curled his fingers around the door knob. "She deserves better than us. All we ever do is fight with her. It's better to leave now and come back later."

    "No, I disagree," Steven argued. "Marc. I know you love her. You can make this right."

    Marc shook his head as his eyes softened at the door. "No, Jake is right. All I ever do is mess everything up. All I ever do is push people away. This is my fault, it was inevitable." Marc whispered. "It's too late to try anymore."

    Marc opened the door, his head jerked to see if you were standing there. To have any last hope that you didn't mean what you said but nothing. The apartment was silent. And Marc left with that silence.

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You sat on top of the bathroom's sinks marble counter. The cool countertop stimulated your nerves as the hammering of your heart didn't ease. Your finger felt empty without the ring that was given to you by Marc. Never once you took the wedding ring off your finger, never after a fight but this time, it was different.

You had to take it off to show how serious this problem was to Marc and Jake. You only found out about his alters a few months ago. Steven was the better pleasant one than Jake because Jake was similar to Marc. Always hiding something because they're scared to show their true selves.

The argument between Jake was still fresh in your mind because it happened yesterday. It almost seemed like you couldn't get a break. Whether it was Jake arguing with you or Marc; there was always something.

| YESTERDAY |

Jake's heavy footsteps echoed through the apartment causing you to stir in your sleep. The groggy feeling slowly disappeared as you rapidly blinked away the blur of your sleeping state. Your eyes darted to the nearest clock and the time read 5:37 AM. It wasn't the latest time Jake ever came home, you were more surprised he came home at all.

Usually, he's gone for days but this time, he came home early for once. Stretching off the couch, you crossed your arms underneath the blanket. "Jake?" You called out softly watching him shuffle around the kitchen possibly looking for something to eat.

At first, he didn't answer. His shoulders were tense as his hands stopped mid-reach towards a cabinet. "What are you doing up?" Jake gruffly questioned.

You could barely see him through the dark. You decided to get up, carefully wrapping the blanket closer to your body as your bare feet padded across the apartment to find the light switch. "Don't turn on the light," Jake said from the kitchen but your finger flicked the switch.

You squinted your eyes from how bright the light illuminated the apartment. You heard more shuffling from the kitchen as you walked over there. You let out a soft gasp as your brows wrinkled together. "Jake." You muttered worriedly.

From the side of him, you could see a bandage on his nose as his nose was bloody and bruised purple. Small cuts formed on his cheek and litters of other small wounds across his forehead. "Go back to bed," Jake demanded as he continued to pull out his favorite snack to munch on.

"How can I go to bed when you come home looking like this?" You said incredulously. It was terrifying seeing Jake coming home with wounds like this as if he just let the other guys punch him. As if he didn't care to take a hit.

"I'm fine." Jake merely replied, he didn't turn around to look at you. He was hiding something but Jake was always hiding something. And you could tell he was hiding that something but he was refusing to look over at you. His shoulders were more tensed than usual. His tone had more sharpness and roughness as if something happened.

"What's wrong?" You softly asked.

"It's none of your business!" Jake suddenly shouted, firmly slamming his snack against the counter causing you to flinch as he turned around. That's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were bloodshot red as if he's been recently crying. The tears stained his cheek as his eyes were heavy with regret.

Your lips curled into a frown as you stepped closer to him. "Jake." You reached out to comfort him but he slapped your hand away. It wasn't a harsh slap but it made your chest clench from the hurt. Even with that hurt, you reached out still and grasp his sleeve instead. "What happened?"

Jake was silent for a moment. His eyes were averted from yours as he let out a harsh chuckle. "I went out on patrol and. . ." He sucked in a sharp breath as he shook his head. "And. . . There was a fire but some guys had me occupied. There were too many guys and I heard a kid crying for help in the burning building. I tried to get to the kid but. . ."

Jake didn't need to finish his sentence. You understood that he couldn't save the kid and that was feeling tremendously guilty for not being able to save the kid. Marc told you about what happened to his little brother so you could imagine how Jake felt about not being able to save the kid in the burning building. It was the same guilt from him not being able to save Randall.

"Oh, Jake." You said sympathetically. "It's not your fault. I understand how you feel."

Jake shook his head as he glanced at you with his jaw tightened. "No, it is my fault. You wouldn't understand what I'm feeling right now." He pulled his arm away from you as he walked past you. "You could never understand what it means to have a family because you were an orphan. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel, okay?"

Your eyes widened from what he said as your heart clenched. "I couldn't understand how you feel?" You let out an abrupt scoff as you pulled on Jake's arm, forcing him to look at you. "You're a fucking asshole, of course, I know how you feel because you know why? The only family I ever had is Marc. The only person I could rely on is Marc."

"And every day I'm scared shitless when you or him go out there getting your asses kicked. Doing some sort of fucked up missions for a crazy god. The mere thought of losing you terrifies me. So yes, I know how you feel about losing something because every day when I look at you or Marc, I lose a piece of myself." You shook your head as you let out a dry laugh. "I lose myself because I don't know whether you're coming back. Just like how you lost your brother, I'm losing you and Marc to this Moon Knight persona. So I know exactly how you feel."

What you said almost seemed pointless because no matter how many times you tell Marc or Jake your feelings, it seemed like it fell on death's ears. But what you didn't know was that Jake took in every word and that tremendous amount of guilt amplified. How he wishes he could be better for you. How he wished he could show you the love you deserved like Steven could but Jake was made out of Marc's anger.

Jake was fabricated of Marc's darkest desires. Jake couldn't give you what you needed no more than Marc could. Every day, he wished he could do better but as the same fear as Marc, his mother's voice lingered in his head.

"I'm not going to deal with this," Jake muttered through gritted teeth as he stomped back towards the front door. "I'm not even your husband. Why the fuck should you care about me?"

"You may not be my husband but you wear his face. Whatever actions you cause, the consequence lay on Marc." You replied harshly. "And I care because I always cared about you, Jake. Since you showed up, I cared. But go ahead, just leave like you always do."

In a way, you wished that Jake would have taken your words and stayed. You always wished Marc and Jake would stay but they never do because they can't handle their emotions. They could never handle their emotions.

So with solemn regret, Jake opened the front door and left abruptly with that silence lingering in the air as well. And finally, you broke down sobbing trying to muffle them by putting the blanket against your mouth. But Jake heard them as he leaned against the front door, heartbroken by the painful sobs.

| END OF FLASHBACK |

This time, you couldn't cry. Not at the moment because from every argument that comes; there was always the aftermath. Steven or sex. It was one of the two that would come with the aftermath. Steven, the precious man who consoles you through the heartache and there was the rough sex that happened with either Marc or Jake as in a way of an apology.

The problem was that you understood that Marc has heavy trauma to deal with and perhaps you couldn't leave because Marc was your only family. There was last shimmering hope that he could change, that he could do better. And you wanted him to do better, to seek help for his trauma. All you ever wanted him was to heal but you could only do so much for him.

Marc could only see to heal himself, you were done trying.

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As usual with Marc's night on patrol after he handed the map to another avatar that Khonshu said was trustworthy. Marc was getting his mind off the argument the only way he knew how to. Fighting. His knuckles were chapped and bloody, aching from the ferocious punches he was giving to the man beneath him.

It almost seemed like he couldn't stop punching the person in the face. The man underneath him was trying to assault a woman in the alley. A woman that almost looked like you. The perpetrator hit the husband unconscious next to the woman and Moon Knight swept in. That was merely two minutes ago and yet, Marc didn't stop punching the man.

"Marc, that's enough!" Steven shouted inside his mind witnessing through Marc's eyes the situation.

Marc snapped out of his trance as he rapidly blinked underneath the suit. He stood up and glanced over to the woman who cradled her unconscious husband with fear, gazing at him with wide eyes. He stared at the woman in front of him. Her eyes looked similar to yours, even down to the same facial structure and skin color.

The woman was almost harmed and killed. Her husband wouldn't have known what would happen and would have woken up to her harmed, dead body. The thought of something happening to you crossed his mind. He could never forgive himself if something happened.

"Who-Who are you?" The woman called out, cradling her husband close to her chest.

"Moon Knight. . ." Marc trailed off as he kept his distance away from the woman. "Are- Are you okay? Is he okay?"

The woman nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes, thank you, Moon Knight." Her voice strained as she glanced down back at her husband. "I'm sorry we fought earlier, please don't die on me."

"He's not going to die. He's just knocked out, call an ambulance and tell them what happened but don't mention me." Marc demanded as he turned around about to walk off to the night. His knuckles begin to heal as he stalked off.

"But you're a hero, how can I not mention you?" The woman croaked out.

Marc stood there frozen, he couldn't consider himself a hero. How could this woman see him as a hero when he beat a man near death? "Just don't mention me at all." He gruffly said, walking to the shadows.

Marc's mind lingered off to you. The primal fear of losing you was always on his mind but he knew this time, it could be true. He saw something with the woman he saved and her unconscious husband. She apologized for fighting with him earlier. Marc started wondering the what-ifs.

What if you walked outside by yourself to calm yourself down and you were in trouble. And if something bad had happened to you. What if you died and the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument? What if he lived with that regret with his last words being to you was harsh?

What if you died not being his wife anymore?

There were worse things in life than him being killed, it was losing you. Marc's chest tightens at the thought of losing you not just emotionally and mentally but physically. His trauma held him back from making real connections to other people but he got you despite those hardships.

Despite everything that happened. You were there. Marc couldn't let these behaviors and patterns go on anymore. He couldn't allow you to walk away from him. With his new determination to do better, he ran.

Marc ran to the apartment allowing the mummy-esque dissolve from his body as he opened the apartment door. "Baby?" He called out as he shut the door behind him. The apartment was eerily quiet. His footsteps echoed through the apartment as his eyes darted around trying to hear you.

A voice softly came from behind the bathroom door. Marc quietly walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door. A soft sob escaped your lips, filling Marc's ear. His heart broke, usually, he pushed away from the terrible regret he felt after the arguments but he allowed it this time.

Marc allowed his feelings to crash all at once. His fingers curled around the doorknob and opened the door. "Baby?" Marc called out again as he shuffled into the bathroom.

His eyes softened with sadness seeing your face pressed against your knees as you hugged your arms around your knees, pressing them close to your chest. His eyes flickered to the mirror seeing Steven. "You know what to do Marc, you've always known but are you going to finally be a good husband and do better?" Steven questioned.

Marc nodded. He couldn't let this behavior affect the relationship any longer because his greatest fear besides being alone was having you walk out of his life. He was going to fix what he messed up. "Just go away, I'm tired." You mumbled. "I can't fight anymore, Marc. I don't want to fight with you anymore."

    Marc shook his head as he brought his large hands to cup your face, lifting your head up. His heart hammered seeing the tears stain your cheeks. The puffiness crinkled around your eyes as you sniffled, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm not here to fight either." He softly spoke. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. . .I'm sorry."

    Your jaw dropped as you glanced around. "Is this real? Am I hallucinating this?"

    Marc rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "Yes, this is real." He replied dryly. "I'm. . ." He deeply sighed trying to find the right words that were long overdue. "I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry that I caused our fights. I'm sorry that I make you cry. I'm sorry that I make you worry. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better person but. . .I want to be a better person. Not just for you but myself."

    Your brows scrunched together as you sniffled. "This. . .this is the first time you apologize since a few months ago." You muttered confused. "Are. . .are you okay?"

    Marc shook his head. "No." He said truthfully for once. "I'm not okay. When you gave me your wedding ring. It felt like my whole world was crashing on me because baby, you are my whole world. I can't live without you and I won't." His fingers reached into his pocket and took out the ring, holding it in front of him. "I refuse to lose you because of my behavior. I will. . .I will get the help I need. I. . .I was just so scared to get help but I know I need to heal and you always encourage me to get that help."

    "But you are my wife, my world, and my life. I refuse to do any of this without you. I'm sorry, [Name]." Marc profusely apologizes, shaking his head at himself. "I'm so sorry but please, don't go. I know you're tired, I'm tired too but we can get through this together. You're the only family I ever had besides Jake and Steven but you've been there for me. Please, put the ring back on."

    Your eyes searched his and for the first time in a long time, he was vulnerable. Something you've been wishing for, something you hoped would happen and here it was. His eyes brimmed with tears as some slipped down the corner of his eyes. His fingers trembled between the ring as if he was scared of your answer.

    "I want to hear from Jake as well." You replied because if you were going to put the ring back on, you wanted an apology from Jake as well. "I want him to apologize and then, you will know my answer."

    Marc glanced over to the mirror. His eyes glared at the three-way mirror glancing at Jake who sighed. "I will apologize to our love," Jake replied.

Marc nodded and allowed Jake to take over the body. Jake's eyes fluttered open but his eyes were avoiding looking at you. He felt the padding of your fingers brush against his jawline, tilting his head to look at you. "Hey." You softly said. "Are you okay?"

Jake shook his head. You let your legs down on the sink as you scooted closer to him, he was in between your legs as his fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair on your face. His warm, dark eyes bore on your face, flickering around to study you. You weren't angry at him nor hurt, you were patient.

"No, mi amor. I'm not okay." Jake replied with a small smile. "I never been okay. More now than ever, I'm ashamed that I caused this much harm to you. You don't deserve any of this and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole and I'm sorry for the harm I caused. I'm your husband as well and I need to do better."

Jake sighed as he brought the glistening ring into your view. "You are my family as well. My world and my life. I won't cause any more harm because as much as Marc is terrified of losing you, I am as well. I would kill for you, I would die for you." The padding of his thumb brushed against the underside of your eye, brushing away the tear stain as he softly smiled. "We need help. And we're going to get that help, I promise. So, could you please put it back on before I sell it."

You scoffed playfully, pushing his shoulder as his chest rumbled with laughter. "Fine, I'll put it back on. Thank you for apologizing, Jake. You can rest now." You said pressing your hand against his chest with a smile.

Jake was exhausted from how he bottled his emotions and this was the first time he truly showed his vulnerability in front of anyone. He could rest knowing he wasn't judged or mocked for his emotions. And for the first in a long time, he felt safe so he decided to rest as Marc took over the body once again.

"Jake's right, if you don't put the ring on, I might sell it." He playfully teased as his fingers brushed along your arm. The padding of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body as you peered through him with half-lidded eyes. His touch was soft and enduring, it wasn't like his other touches after an argument where they were rough and unapologetic.

No, his touches were feathered like as if he was scared to touch you. To make the wrong move. But you enjoyed how he was touching you as your skin felt on fire. His fingers brushed against your ring finger as he brought your hand closer to his right hand. The ring between his index finger and thumb glisten underneath the low lights of the bathroom as he brought the ring to your finger.

Marc carefully put the ring back on your finger. The cool metal brushed against your delicate skin as your eyes flickered back and forth from Marc. His dark eyes glance back at you and everything felt right. His hand hesitantly let go of yours as he brought both his hands against your waist, squeezing them softly.

Marc didn't have to say anything. The way his eyes stared into yours felt like magic itself. As if everything was going to be finally okay. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer between your legs as you sat at the edge of the sink. His thumbs massage your waist as he brought his forehead against yours.

"Do you have to be Moon Knight?" You suddenly questioned in a soft tone, peering your eyes at him through your thick eyelashes. "Can't we find a way for you to stop being Moon Knight? It's affecting you badly. It's affecting us badly."

Marc shook his head as he gave you a sad smile. "No, there isn't a way. I became a god's puppet to save Steven's and Jake's life. If there was a way, I would stop being Khonshu's puppet."

You sighed frustrated. "Well, can you at least tell me what's going on with this whole Moon Knight persona?"

"Yes, I will tell you but I want to make it up to you for how I've been treating you," Marc replied, he lifted his head away from yours. His brown curls messily fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, his eyes flickered across your face. "I want to make love with you. Not fucking like we've been doing for the past few months. But actually make love."

Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion. Making love and fucking was different, you haven't made love with Marc in a year. It was just rough, hatred fucking after each fight or each patrol he did. You nodded. "Please, make me feel good, Marc." You whispered. "I want to feel your love."

"This will be the first step of showing my love to you better," Marc said, pressing his lips against your forehead. A sweet and tender kiss that lingered there for a moment. He pulled away and his brown eyes darken gazing upon you. His large hands squeeze your waist, you already knew what he wanted.

Your legs spread open further as you scooted down closer to the edge. His hips pushed against yours as you brought him down to your level. His lips crashed onto yours messily. His nose bumped against yours as with one hand, snaked across your body feeling through the thin material of your shirt; well, Marc's shirt.

Marc thought how cute you looked wearing his large shirt on you and very small shorts that were hugging against your waist tightly. His fingers brushed underneath the shirt, feeling your skin underneath the padding of his fingers as he snaked his hands up to your breast. His brows rose up as the padding of his thumb brushed against your bare nipple.

"No bra?" Marc muttered against your plump lips as his eyes fluttered open. Blush spread across your cheeks as you shook your head. "Awe, don't be shy baby. I'm your husband. I've seen your pretty little pussy many times. And I've seen your breast countless times, I can never get enough of them."

"You always so shameless." You mumbled, flickering your eyes at him as your fingers captured his brown curls between your fingers.

"I'm shameless? What about the time you didn't wear any underwear to a party? You were shameless enough to show your pussy to me just so you could get fucked in the bathroom." Marc retorted teasingly as his other hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head. “Flaunting your pussy for everyone to see.”

"Because you made me mad earlier that day. I just wanted to make you jealous." You nonchalantly shrugged as your nipples perked from the cool air in the bathroom. Your cheeks heated up more as Marc's eyes bore onto your chest.

Marc could never get enough of your body. His eyes were always filled with amazement as if he was seeing your body for the first time again. "Yeah, but you got what you wanted, little slut so. . ." He trailed off as he brought two fingers against your chin, forcing you to look at him as he lowered his head to your level. "What does my little slut want now? There's no one around to flaunt your pretty pussy around beside me."

Your skin felt like it was on fire as the padding of his thumb brushed against your chin. His grip was tight on your chin as his dark eyes were narrowed at you. This wasn't like the other times when he was quiet and fucked you, no, he wanted to hear your every thought. To spill every shameless thought in his mind as well. This was the Marc you knew before he became Moon Knight.

"I want you to eat my pussy out. I want your tongue to make me cum as many times possible." You replied breathlessly as you rutted your hips against his, feeling his cock strain underneath his jeans. You whimpered feeling the contact of his clothed cock against you. "I want to see stars and pass out from your tongue."

Marc chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're going to be the death of me." He muttered. "You'll get what you want but first, I'll get what I want."

You rose an eyebrow at this feeling Marc tilt your head. His lips lowered to your neck as his teeth scraped against the underside of your neck. His tongue swirled around a specific spot that he knew would help stimulate your pussy. Now, you understood why he wasn't immediately going to your pussy. He was warming you up first to get you wet for him.

His mouth formed on a spot on your neck and begin sucking as his other hand trailed up to your bare breast. His index finger and thumb capture your nipple and begin to roll it between his fingers. You let out a soft gasp, rolling your eyes back as you rutted your hips against him.

Marc felt his cock harden as his mouth littered pinks and purple hues around your neck. Crescent-shaped markings formed around your neck as he harshly hit down against your neck. You let out a hiss as your fingers ran through his brown curls. "Marc." You whimpered out. The ache of wanting him inside of you grew as your pussy slicked with wetness.

Marc chuckled against your collar bone as his tongue gave a languid swipe. His tongue trailed down between the center of your breast as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees fell against the tile. His hands cupped your breast as he brought his mouth against your nipple.

You arched your back feeling his tongue twirl around your sensitive nipple. His teeth scraped harshly against the bud, biting softly down. You let out small whines of pleasure as with his other hand, the padding of his thumb grazed your stiff nipple. Slick coated the fabric of your underwear as your walls clenched around nothing. "Marc, please. I need your tongue." You begged.

Your blunt nails scratched his scalp as your hips wiggled around and your thighs clenched together, rubbing against another trying to stimulate pleasure. "Such a needy girl, you were always the impatient one." Marc teased, his voice muffled against your breast as he pulled away. The silvery string of saliva drooled from your nipple to his mouth. He pulled away causing a disconnect as he kissed alongside the center of your stomach, languidly trailing down.

His hands cupped the side of your thighs as he spread apart your legs. "I'm the impatient one?" You scoffed, glaring down at him. "I remember a time when you begged me to dominate you."

Marc's eyes darkened, gazing at you through his lashes. "And you will never get the pleasure again, seeing me beg for you." His voice was low as his fingers curled around the hem of your shorts, swiftly pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. Your bare glistening cunt presented in front of him, aching for him to touch. "But it's always a pleasure to see your pussy waiting to be touched."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, I could but then you would be the one begging for me to come back and fuck you properly." Marc retorted, one of his thumbs grazed your puffy clit causing you to suck in a harsh breath. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes." You muttered feeling him languidly massage his thumb around your clit. He didn't put pressure on it. He was teasing you or maybe he was just enjoying going slow for once. Either way, you wanted him to go faster. "Marc, please go faster."

"Why should I? I'm enjoying seeing my wife squirm like a slut." Marc grinned up at you. It was true, Marc was completely enthralled by how you looked above him. And with the light cascading off your body, he truly thought you were beautiful.

    "Because your wife is asking you to treat her like a slut and go faster."

    Marc rolled his eyes. "You're a brat. You get on my nerves." He replied, applying pressure against your puffy clit like you asked. His thumb massaged your clit and you let out a moan, gripping the edge of the sink.

    "But you love me for that." You countered. He only chuckled back a reply as his warm breath fanned against your cunt. He was teasing you, wanting you to beg for his mouth. Marc Spector was cruel in ways but he always knew how to make you beg. "Marc." You warned with a frown.

    "You know what to do, sweetheart." Marc countered with raised eyebrows. He was so close to your clit but he refused to do what you asked. He refused until he heard those pretty words coming out of your mouth.

    "Please, Marc. Please make me cum on your tongue or I will take off the ring again." You said sadistically with narrowed eyes.

    Marc rose an eyebrow at you. "Oh, you're cruel. Fine, I'll give my slut what she needs." He removed his thumb away from your clit and his tongue swipe languidly causing you to squirm. His large hands roamed their way to your thighs, holding you in place.

    His half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as his tongue glided around in a circular motion. His blunt nails scraped against the meat of your thigh. His tongue trailed around your pussy, capturing your slick. Marc let out a hum of satisfaction, his hums reverberated against your cunt causing you to rut your hips against his mouth.

    Your fingers trailed along with his curls as your nails scraped his scalp. Breathless moans escaped your plump lips. The padding of his middle fingers grazes your walls as your pussy flutters feeling his finger brush against your entrance trying to pull him in. Marc pushed into two fingers inside feeling the warmth of your pussy around his fingers.

    Slick coated his fingers as his mouth latched around your clit again, his tongue twirling around. His fingers disappeared in and out of your cunt, curling them inside hitting the spot you needed the most. "Marc." You whimpered out.

    Your walls fluttered around his fingers as his tongue went side to side. Your thighs shook against his grip, crying out his name. Marc stared at you through his lashes, the ache in his jaw was throbbing but it was worth it seeing you gasp and moan above him. The squelching sound of your pussy echoed off the bathroom walls along with your whines of Marc's name.

    Marc closed his eyes in contentment. Drool trickled alongside the corner of his mouth as your slick coated his chin. He was happy that you gave him another chance because he was in love with your pussy. The taste of it, how it fluttered around his fingers; and how it will eventually feel around his cock. And he couldn’t live without you.

    "I'm close." You whimpered out. Your walls pulsated around his fingers violently as you thrashed above him. Your thighs shook from the build-up pleasure as his tongue circled around the same spot over and over again. "Marc." A cry rippled out of you as you released on his fingers but Marc was an overachiever when it came to your pleasure; he didn't stop.

    He couldn't stop because he was addicted to you. Everything about you was addictive. His eyes gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes seeing sweat glisten off your body. Soft sobs escape your mouth as your thighs kept shaking from the over-sensitivity.

    His hands tighten around your thighs, holding you in place. Series of cries flood his ear, multiple times. Marc truly lost count of how many times he made you cum. His fingers were completely drenched from your release. The slick trailed down his arm, dripping to his lap —drenching his jeans.

    "I can't handle the pleasure anymore." You whimpered out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Please."

    "You kept the ring on your finger." Marc lazily replied as his finger languidly went in and out of you. "So I get to make you cum as many times as I see fit. But since you asked nicely, I'll stop."

    Marc removed his finger out of your pussy. The slick drooled from his finger to your cunt, once he pulled away the string of slick disconnected. He stood up and grasp your chin with his other hand. "You should taste yourself." His fingers inserted your mouth and you closed your mouth around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the padding of his fingers.

    Your upper lip sucked the coated slick, closing your eyes in contentment. Marc felt his cock twitch in his pants seeing you suck off your release. Marc pulled his fingers away as he stared at you with a smile. "You look tired," Marc commented, brushing his thumb against your cheek, admiring you.

    You shook your head. "No, I'm not. My pussy is aching for more."

    "More?" Marc rose an eyebrow. "You're restless."

    "I know. . .but I always thought of something we haven't tried yet." You captured your lip between your teeth.

    Marc tilted his head. "What haven't we tried? Because we've tried bondage, food play, pain kinks, and among other things. I feel like we covered most sexual stuff."

    "Yeah, we did all that but we're talking about making love this time and I think taking a shower together and making love in there is something we haven't done." You said sheepishly feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe it was a stupid idea. Maybe Marc was used to roughness, adventure, just pure fucking without love.

    "Let me take care of you in the shower then." Marc smiled, bringing your face to his, and pressed his lips against yours. A sweet and tender kiss that you missed from Marc. He was a closed-off person, a person who was afraid to tell his emotions but his physical touches like his kisses, it was benevolent. It was his way of showing he loves you.

    Marc helped you down from the sink counter. You felt you slick coat your inner thighs and you felt ready for a shower, and what was going to come in the shower. "Before we get in the shower, let me help you out of your clothes." You suggested, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he raised his arms up. You pulled his shirt off, gazing down to his sculpted muscles as they contradicted, flexing underneath the fluorescent lights. You shamelessly licked your lips, smiling at him. "I'm lucky I got a hot husband."

For the first time in a long time, Marc's tan cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He muttered, grabbing your face between his hands. The padding of his thumb traced along the bottom of your lips as he tilted his head down pressing a heated kiss, pushing your body backward against the shower's door.

Your fingers fumbled against his belt, pulling it out of the pant hole. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, with the curl of your fingers; you tugged his pants and underwear down. Your back shivered from the coldness of the glass as Marc stepped out of his jeans and underwear.

With one of your arms, you pressed your hand against the door pushing it aside. Marc carefully walked you inside the shower as he pressed your body against the cold tile. His cock rested between your legs, brushing against your cunt as he rutted his hips against yours. A moan escaped your lips as your hand fiddled around the wall to find the shower knob.

With one quick motion, you flicked the shower water on and the cold water sprinkled against yours and Marc's bodies. You shivered from the cold water as you let out a gasp against Marc's mouth feeling the water pour against your face. You opened your eyes to gaze at Marc.

Water fell over his head, messily flatting his hair. Trickles of water fell against his broad chest, falling down to his prominent V-line. He looked like a god underneath the shower's water. The padding of your fingers roamed against his sculpted chest, brushing down the center of his stomach to his V-line.

Marc shuddered as you traced your fingers along with his V-line feeling the water run against your fingers. Gliding your fingers down, you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your thumb brushed against the tip as he let out a low moan, closing his eyes half-lidded and gazing at you. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby," Marc whispered, lowering his head against your bruised neck and kissing softly along your wet neck.

His wet brown curls brushed against your cheek as you pumped his cock languidly feeling it twitch underneath your hand. You threw your head back against the tile as his mouth harshly sucked against the open spots where he didn't create bruises. Your other hand roamed against his muscles, mapping out the curves as your hands curled around his shoulder, holding yourself.

"I want you, Marc. All of you. I want your love." You muttered against the shell of his ear. "Please, give me all of your love."

"Yeah? You want my love?" Marc whispered. "You want my cum inside of you? Dripping out of your needy pussy?"

"Yes, Marc." You whined out, pumping his cock faster hearing him groan against your neck.

"I'll give you what you need." Marc purred, pulling your hand away from his cock as he lifted himself away from your neck. Water droplets fell against his neck, trickling down softly. The water pressure hit against him beautifully as his hands gripped your waist, pushing you against the shower door. His hand roamed against your outer thigh causing you to shiver from his cold hands from the shower as he propped your leg around his waist.

His cock rested against your stomach as he panted gazing at you with admiration. "God, you're so beautiful." He muttered, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Do you prefer just me fucking you tonight or do you wish the others to join?"

You tilted your head as Marc rutted his hips languidly, brushing the underside of his cock against your clit. "I want all of you, Marc. Steven. Jake. Because I love every bit of you." You said quietly, brushing the padding of your thumb against his jawline. "I want you three to show me you love me. I want to feel all of your love, Marc."

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he shook his head. "Well, you're going to be sore in the morning, sweetheart." He commented, dragging his cock teasingly along your aching pussy as his tip tapped against your entrance. "Remember, you asked for this."

His cock sheathed into you with one quick rut of his hips. You let out a loud moan feeling his cock fill you up quickly to the brim. His lips found yours one again as your arms wrapped around his neck. The showered finally steamed with hot water, hitting against the side of you as you moved your hips against Marc's, meeting his pace.

Loud cries rippled from your mouth as his prominent hip bones rammed against yours at a rough pace. But this wasn't the usual rough pace of his after each argument. No, this was a rough pace where he's making sure you felt every ridge outlining of his cock going in you. Making sure that you knew that his cock belonged to you and only you. That his fulfilling promise of change was going to happen.

Marc was always a physical person with love and he was showing that with his pace. With his hot mouth against yours, his nose bumping against yours needy making sure you understand that he truly did love you. His hands roamed down against your body, mapping out every single detail that he loved about it.

Your back arched off the shower door as you pressed your breast against his broad chest. His hand roamed down your spine causing you to shiver as he pulled you closer to his body. His hand gripped around the curve of your ass and squeeze roughly. "You're not going anywhere because this pussy is all mine, got it?"

"Yes, sir." You muttered against his lips, letting out a whimper feeling his cock suddenly going inside of you slowly. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air as his cock moved deep inside of you. You could feel every ridge of his length drag against your inner walls as his mouth formed around the bottom of your lip, biting down harshly.

You fluttered your eyes open seeing the water fall against his face as his eyes were half-lidded staring at you. "I love you," Marc said.

Your heart warmed as you genuinely smiled widely at him. "I love you too, Marc. And Steven. And Jake."

Marc chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as a throb in your core stretched as he plunged his cock back inside of you roughly. His prominent hip bones rammed against you as your cunt pulsated around his cock. He let out low moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted against your lips.

His blunt nails dug into the supple of your ass as you rolled your eyes back from the drunken pleasure from his cock. It wasn't only about pleasure but it was about the love he finally gave you that you longed for. "Are you all mine, baby?" Marc questioned against your lips as his hips fiercely paced against you.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm all yours. Forever, Marc." Your hand brushed against the nape of his neck. He could feel the cool metal of your ring brush against him. He smiled knowing that he hadn't messed up the relationship; that things could be mended if he tried. And he was going to try.

Marc couldn't get enough of you as he pressed his lips against your, needy. He was afraid that you were going to slip from his fingers again. And he took in his own drunken pleasure, mapping out every detail of your plump lips against his. An ache formed around your cunt as your walls pulsated around his cock rapidly. "I'm close, Marc."

"Cum for me, baby." Marc encouraged as he quicken his pace. His tip brushed against your cervix as he hit the same spot that he knew would make you cum quicker.

"What about you?" You breathlessly asked, meeting your hips against Marc's as pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach.

"Steven and Jake will do the job for me," Marc replied nonchalantly as he lowered his lips against the shell of your ear. "Now, cum, sweetheart."

Pleasure embedded throughout your body as a euphoric eruption filled your cunt. Your cunt pulsated around his cock as you let out a loud cry, releasing around his cock. Marc closed his eyes from the sensation of feeling your slick coat his cock as he let out a hum of satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

You languidly rutted your hips against his as your euphoric high went down. Pants filled the shower as Marc lifted his head away from you. Staring at him with half-lidded eyes, his thumb brushed away wet strands of your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss against your mouth. "Now, who do you want next to fuck you?"

"Surprise me." You replied with a small smirk.

Marc rosed his eyebrows. "Hmm, we'll see who'll come out first." His eyes fluttered and you waited to see who would come out first. You were excited to see who was next. Steven, the precious man was the sensitive lover but when it came down to fucking; he was surprisingly rough. As if your pussy was the only thing and the world and he aimed to please.

And there was Jake. With his sexual movements, there was always a surprise when he fucked you. You never knew what Jake was going to do next when he fucked you. With either Steven or Jake, you didn't care who came out. You wanted to be with the both of them.

His eyes fluttered once again and from being with all three men for months, you could always tell who fronted. And this time it was Jake who fronted. "Hi, mi amor." He greeted.

"Hi, Jake."

"Your pussy is already ready for me?" Jake teased, roaming his hands up to your neck as he roughly squeezed the sides. "Marc was too boring fucking you, are you ready for real fun?"

"I had fun with Marc." You countered.

"Oh, did you?" Jake's eyes possessed jealously as he narrowed them. "Then you will be screaming my name then. And we will see if you actually had fun with Marc."

With his hand on your ass, he pulled his cock out. Suddenly, you let an ache from not feeling his cock inside of you anymore. Quickly, he pressed your body against his chest as he roughly brought his lips against yours. His teeth scraped the bottom of your lips as he bit down harshly.

You let out a hiss as blood trickled from the wound that Jake treated. He lifted his head away from you, using the padding of his finger to graze the blood and smear it around. "I always did love blood on you, Hermosa." Jake grinned darkly as his dark eyes shined underneath the water. "God, I can't wait to feel your pussy."

    Jake turned you around and firmly pressed you against the shower door. Your breast pressed against the cool glass causing you to softly grasp from how cold it was. Your left cheek rested against the glass as Jake admired your ass. His cock rested between the swell of your ass as his hands roamed around the supple of your ass.

    With another hand, his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance of your cunt. He fleshed out the soreness of your aching cunt as you whined under his touch. "Ssh, it's okay, mi amor. You asked for this. You asked for Marc's and mine cock, next will be Steven if he's up for it. Don't worry, I will go rough and I will take what's mine." Jake's voice soothed out velvety but the meaning behind his words held malice.

    Marc promised you to make love but Jake didn't hold that promise. No, of course, he didn't; he just wanted to fuck you and show his own way of love. Jake keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock between the tight space of the plump of your thighs. He removed his hand away from your sensitive entrance as he roamed his hand up.

    His hand glided between the curve of your ass, mapping out the plumpness to the center of your back. Goosebumps formed underneath the padding of his fingers as his hand snaked around your shoulder blade, to your neck.

    Jake lowered his mouth against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I want you to scream for me, mi Amor. I want to hear your cries only for me. If you ever try to take that ring off again, you will have a harsher punishment next time. Got it?"

    "Yes, sir. I'm sorry." You whimpered out feeling his cock head push against your sopping folds. The mild pearls of pre cum smeared alongside your thighs and cunt as Jake sheathed his cock harshly inside of your aching cunt without a warning.

    As Jake promised, a scream rippled from your throat as you firmly placed your hands against the shower glass trying to hold yourself as his frantic pace made your body hit against the glass. Jake smiled widely hearing your screams already.

    His hands clamped around your throat tightly as white heat slicked your body with sweat. "That's what I want to hear, mi amor." He muttered against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it as he pulled away, standing up straighter. The new change of pace from Marc to Jake was tremendous as you felt your legs shaking from how hard and fast his cock was going inside of you.

    Every ridge of his cock wasted no space. He wasn't like a tease like Marc was. Jake wasted no time to edge you, he wasted no time to feel every pulsate of your cunt around him. Jake always got what he wanted, no matter what.

    Water trickled down his chest, curving along the downside to his V-line. His body glistened underneath the fluorescent lights as water droplets dripped down his forehead from his brown curls. The jiggle of your ass bouncing against his prominent hip bones made Jake's eyes dilate at the sight. The cool shower water brushed against the heat of his skin, trickling down his prominent V-line.

    The erupted screams filling the air, most likely waking up the neighbors was so worth it. His eyes flickered to the golden ring on your finger. He was wrong when he said you weren't his wife because you were all his. His world, his love, and his life. And to feel your walls pulsated around his cock, trying to milk to his release; Jake was lucky.

    His eyes flickered to his reflection off the shower glass. Steven had his head back, moaning from the feeling of your pussy. Jake made sure that Steven was conscious during this fucking because he knew that Steven wouldn't join in the fun. Steven always the one to think of himself last and he knew you would be too tired after Jake fucking you, so Jake did a favor for Steven to make sure Steven could feel what he was feeling.

    "Are you enjoying this, Steven?" Jake questioned.

    Steven fronted for a moment, his hand squeezing your neck as he nodded. "Fuck, bloody hell. Yes." He moaned out. He pulled against your neck, pulling your back against his broad chest. He continued Jake's frantic pace as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "Fuck, darling. I'm sorry you waited for my arrival."

    You raised your right arm, snaking the back of it around his neck. "Fuck, I missed you, Steven."

    "I missed you too, darling," Steven muttered against your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll have my turn soon. Jake is acting like a knob. I'll see you again soon, my love."

    Jake rolled his eyes as he glided his hand against your thigh, holding it up as he went deeper inside of you again. Watching the water rush off your body enthralled Jake more, seeing the water trickle between the curve of your breast made Jake's eyes dilate. "I bet you had fun with Steven too, huh, little slut." Jake commented, shaking his head against the side of your neck.

    "N. . .No." You lied.

    "Don't you fucking dare lie to me," Jake commented, rutting his hips harshly against the swell of your ass. His hand glided from the side of your stomach, up between the valley of your breast to your neck. His large hand squeeze roughly as he forced your head back. "I could feel your pussy clench for Steven, I told you would be only screaming for me when I'm in control."

    "I'm sorry." You blabbered out.

    Jake sighed, shaking his head as his other hand roamed from your thigh to your sensitive clit. The padding of his thumb abruptly massages your clit causing you to cry out. "Jake please." You cried out. "It's too much."

    Jake shook his head. "Nope, this is your punishment." The sneaky fucker set up the trap for you. He wanted you to enjoy Steven's fucking just so he could punish you. Jake Lockley was cruel in his own ways as well which excited you.

    His thumb flicked around your clit side-to-side as you screamed his name out. The overwhelming pleasure was adding on from the water as it was becoming cold once again, hitting your body. Goosebumps formed around your body as your cunt pulsated around Jake's cock. The pleasure built up in your pussy as his cock sheathed inside of you frantically.

    Your legs shook as you were getting close to your release. "I'm close." You cried out, resting your head back against his shoulder as Jake's tongue glided around the underside of your neck.

    "Me too." Jake's teeth scraped your neck as his teeth bit down. Crescent-shaped formed on your neck as blood trickled out from a wound he created. You let out a hiss as tears formed in your eyes. The overstimulation of your pussy being abused from all three men was too much.

    A euphoric pleasure took over your cunt as your thighs shook. A scream rippled from your throat as you cried out his name, releasing over his cock. Jake closed his eyes in contentment. "Fuck." He lowly moaned out, his cock twitched inside of you as he released his cum inside of you.

    Jake rutted his hips languidly inside of you, making sure his cum stayed inside of you as he held you up with his hand around your neck. He removed his thumb away from your abused clit as he stopped rutting his hips. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his cock out of you.

    The ridge of his length slowly left you causing you to whimper as slick coated his cock. Release drooled out of your cunt once he was fully outside of you. He stared and admired, watching the cum drip down to the tile of the shower. His eyes flickered to the reflection of the glass and saw Steven gazing down needy for a taste.

    Jake sighed. "It's your turn, Steven."

    Steven fronted, taking over as his knees fell against the harsh, cold tile. He shivered from the coldness as he brought his hand to your ass, pushing you against the shower glass. His tongue latched against your dripping cunt, twirling his tongue around the slick capturing the juices of you and Jake.

    A whimper escaped your lips as your hands were firmly against the glass. "It's too much, Steven. Please." You whined out but it fell on death's ears as Steven just merely hummed, lapping his tongue in your entrance. His tongue prodding inside of your entrance feeling your walls pulsated around his tongue once again.

    Steven closed his eyes as you shook above him, letting out broken sobs. You didn't know how many times you cum from the three men but it didn't seem like it wasn't going to ever stop tonight. His tongue curved inside of your cunt, mapping out each sensitive spot as his thumb massaged around your clit adding on to the pleasure.

    Your body shook from how overstimulated you were. Your toes curled from the sudden pleasure as tears flooded your eyes. Steven was enjoying himself too much, tasting you and Jake as he swallowed the cum, humming at the taste. Steven was aiming to please and he always knew how to do a good job, pleasing you.

    A cry ripples from your parted lips, his chuckles vibrate against your skin as his tongue frantically moves in and out of you. Trickles of slick and cum, coat against his chin, dribbling down the corner of his mouth. His skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves as his tongue lapped over the same spot in your cunt feeling your walls pulsate around his tongue.

    "Steven!" You cried out, pressing your cheek harshly against the glass letting out sobs as tears coated your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut as your thighs violently shook. "I can't cum anymore." You sobbed. "Please."

    "Just one more, darling then I promise I'm done," Steven replied, brushing you against your clit; pressing it harshly adding that extra pleasure that you desperately needed. You shook your head but your body complied, as your ass stuck out for him. "Good girl."

    You were in a daze as his tongue and thumb worked wonders around your cunt. Perhaps you never should have taken the ring off because the three men were putting on a show. Showing why you should have never taken it off. The pained sobs of the mental exhaustion from earlier washed away; all you could think about was Steven's tongue inside of you.

    Drool dribbled down the tile as Steven felt you coming near your orgasm. Your cunt fluttered as your thighs shook, toes curling from the euphoric sensation building up. "Fuck, Steven." You cried out as the pleasure that built up, suddenly washed over you as your walls fluttered violently as you sobbed out. Slick coated his tongue making Steven close his eyes, humming at the taste licking up every last drop of cum he could taste.

    Steven stood up, holding your waist as he softly turned you around to face you. Your mind-fucked dazed eyes gazed at him, half-lidded. A weak smile spread on your lips as you took in deep breaths. "Hiya." Steven greeted, back to his normal self. "It's a bit cold in the shower, innit?"

    You nodded, barely able to speak. "Let me change the temperature for you, love." His fingers curled around the shower knob as he fiddled with it to change the temperature. Hot water began to come out again and he sighed in contentment feeling the water hit his chest. "Are you okay, darling? Today was a bit. . .of a mess."

    "I'm. . ." Finding your voice again, you cleared your throat stepping closer to the water as Steven made room for you. "I'm okay. I'm just tired. . .what about you? We didn't get to have sex."

    Steven shook his head as his index finger tapped your nose lightly. "Don't worry about me, love. You get to have me fully on Wednesday. Our little Moon Knight Wednesdays." He wiggled his brows. Steven started calling his day Moon Knight Wednesdays because he used the suit during the times of fucking. "I see that you're tired."

    You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at the man. "And I feel gross even though we're in the shower."

    "Oh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to wash you or. . ." Steven trailed off, trailing his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He scratched the back of his wet hair as droplets of water fell over his forehead.

    Under the water, Steven looked gorgeous. His soft brown eyes gazing at you, the tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The water cascaded down along his chest as the water was hitting from the back. "I want Marc to wash because I need to talk to him. We can have our shower fun on our Moon Knight Wednesdays." You teased.

    Steven flushed as he nodded. He lowered his lips against your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss. His lips lingered there for a moment as he pulled away. His demeanor changed as Marc fronted, a soft smile played on his lips. "Come on, let's get you washed up while you talk to me."

    You shuffled to Marc's spot as he switched spots with you. Marc grasp your shampoo and squirted a decent amount of substance on his hand. "Marc. . .I want you to tell me how you've been feeling about everything."

    Marc stiffens as his hands rubbed together, then begin massaging your scalp. The liquid foam bubbled in your hair as Marc stared at your back. His eyes lowered to your back as he sighed. "I have to kill people." He muttered. "It's no different from before but I. . .I can't deal with it because I feel like a killer from when I killed my brother."

    "You didn't kill him, Marc." You replied softly, closing your eyes as his fingers softly worked through your hair. "It was an accident."

    "My mom thought differently," Marc murmured as his heart hammered in his chest. "She believed I killed him so I believe that as well. I harm people as Moon Knight. I harm you as myself because I'm scared of getting close to people." His voice cracked as his eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm just always so scared that I'm going to become my mother. I push you away because I'm just so afraid."

    "Hey." You softly said, turning around to grasp his face between your hands forcing him to look at you. "It wasn't your fault. You will never become your mother. Never. You are Marc Spector, a person who secretly cares. A person who tries to hide himself from the world. You are beautiful. And you're my husband, I'm not going anywhere."

    A smile widely played on your lips as tears flooded his eyes, falling down his cheeks. "Okay? I put on this ring and I vowed myself to you because you are my family. You are a piece of me that lives in me. My soul, my sadness, my grief, and most importantly, my love. I had nothing until I met you. Until I met Steven and Jake. We can get through anything because we're family, okay?"

    Marc bit the bottom of his trembling lip as he contained back a sob. Tears trickled down the corner of your eyes. And for the first time, you cried together. There was no shame, no arguing, no judging. Just the two of you. "I'm so sorry." Marc broke down, pulling you closer, and buried his head at the crook of your neck. "I'm so sorry." He chanted many times as he sobbed loudly. "Ow, my eyes."

    Marc pulled away as he tried to blink away the shampoo. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?" You weakly chuckled.

    "It kind of did because my eyes aren't burning from emotions; they're in pain." Marc fanned his eyes. "Owww."

    You laughed at him, as you stepped underneath the shower. "You didn't wash my hair, that's kind of on you, dude." You nonchalantly shrugged, wiping away your tears.

    Marc sniffled as he blinked rapidly. "Yeah, that was on me. . ." He muttered with a soft smile. "I'm really sorry, baby. Thank you for staying with me. . . Jake says thank you as well."

    "I will never try to leave again."

    Marc smiled widely more as his hands gripped your hips watching the water pour over your shoulders. "Good because you're my world and I would kill the world for you. Don't ever try to leave again because you're my love as well. And I can't imagine a world without you." Marc pressed his forehead against yours as he brushed away wet strands of hair off your face. "I love you, Ms. Spector. . . And Ms. Grant. . .and Ms. Lockley."

    "I love you too, Mr. Spector, Grant and Lockley."

    There was silence for a moment. "Can you take me out for patrol?"

    "No."

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Hello! :)

Hope you are doing well!🌻 If you are comfortable with this request can you do Moon boys + thigh riding?

Thank you!🦋

Doing great thank you!

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, thigh riding, making out, oral, Reader being pinned against a wall

A/N: Love getting Moon boys requests, they're all so fun.

Steven would try his best not to give into the desire to pull you closer and just start having sex when he sees you drop your underwear and get on his lap

For the most part he'll let you set the pace but every once in a while he'll lift his thigh further between your legs

He especially likes to to that if he's kissing you, that way he can swallow your surprised moans and whimpers

He'll let you climb on top of him while he lays down and bed his leg so you have a good surface to grind on

Loves to give attention to your nipples while you ride his thigh

Marc is the one who only do it after you've both already came at least once

He's not as spontaneous as Steven when it comes to thigh riding

He likes to feel your skin, sweaty and hot against his while his thigh is between your legs

Sometimes he likes to lift you up in his arms and pin you to the nearest wall, holding you by the hips while his body is flush against yours, his knee pressing against you

He'll let you ride out your orgasm a little before he gets down on his knees to clean you up, never breaking eye contact as you moan above him

With Jake it most often happens in a middle of a heated make out session

He'll move you on his thigh and either wait for you to start rolling your hips or he'll give you a little initiative

He encourages you to let lose, to throw your head back and moan as loud as you want

He'll be jerking off while you ride his thigh, he loves to see you feel good because of him, whispering, telling you to go faster, to match his speed

Never content with just one round of it, especially if he hasn't seen you in a while

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Any personal headcanons for any character you are just itching to talk about? Love your writing, babes ♥

Thank you, anon 🧡! I've been dying to talk about the Moon Boys, so I've gathered some of my thoughts thots.

Jealous Moon Boys (NSFW)

Steven Grant x f!reader, Marc Spector x f!reader, Jake Lockley x f!reader

You meet a lot of people in your line of work as a freelance photographer, which aligns well with your extroverted personality. However, sometimes your Moon Boys tend to get a bit jealous over the various things that your job entails.

Content: FILTH, NSFW 18+, smut, fingering, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex, tit fucking, cum eating, oral sex, allusion to a lactation kink, anal sex, choking kink, facial, daddy kink, cum swapping, rough sex, dirty talk, masturbation, making (private) porn

Occasionally, the museum contracts you for photoshoots for their website when new collections come in. Steven's always delighted to see you while he's working, but he's less than pleased by the way the head curator always hovers over you and stares at your ass. However, after the first time that you decided to pick the lock to the creepy curator's office and texted your boyfriend to come meet you in there... Steven loves nothing more than to get sweet revenge by spreading your legs open and running his fingers through your slick folds before fucking you right there on the curator's desk.

If it's not the curator, it's the security guards, many of whom tend to flirt with you as if they're not all aware that you're Steven's girlfriend. When Steven's particularly worked up and frustrated over it, you'll toss him discreet look over your shoulder before heading down one of the building's dark, deserted hallways (and then he'll eagerly unbutton your blouse to get his mouth on your tits, murmuring, "These are mine," in between eagerly sucking on your nipples.)

(If there's time, you'll normally drop to your knees for him so he can slot his throbbing cock between your spit-soaked breasts, rutting against them until he's spurting cum all over your face. And if you happen to miss a spot cleaning up, he'll choke when he watches you reach out and swipe a finger across your collarbone right there in the middle of the museum floor, quickly placing the digit against your lips to lick off the remainder of his sticky seed.)

Though you're happy to walk most places in the city, Jake prefers to pick you up and drop you off in the cab when he can, especially when you're working late shooting a wedding reception. If he gets to the venue early, he'll normally take a peek inside of whatever hall its at, mainly because he loves to see your concentration as you work. But also because he knows you're beautiful, and he knows how handsy drunk guests can get once you're off the clock and packing up to leave. Sometimes you'll briefly play into the interactions for a moment when you know Jake is across the room watching, if only because you know riling him up means you'll find yourself bent over the hood of his taxi in a quiet parking lot shortly after, his hand muffling your cries as he pounds his cock into you.

You were with Marc for years before you finally met the other two, and normally, he's the most difficult to shake. Whereas Steven still tends to feel doubtful of himself sometimes and Jake has a possessive streak, Marc is reasonable. Relaxed. Confident.

But every so often, when he hasn't had a chance to front for an extended period of time or if he's been busy on back to back missions in the suit, Marc's on edge. He cherishes his time spent with you. So when you happen to run into overly friendly past clients that find the need to send a fancy drink over to your table when you're out on a date, well, he's not a fan of the interruption (or the blatant ignorance to the fact that your boyfriend is sitting right there).

(And well, if you maybe play it up some more by going over to cheerfully say hello, it's only because you're well aware of exactly what you're in for afterward—shoved up against an empty bathroom stall [fancy bathroom be damned, Marc doesn't give a fuck], your dress hitched up as Marc notches his cock at your entrance before burying himself inside of you. He knows you do it on purpose, because he can feel that your cunt is already slick with arousal. Afterward, once he's finished pumping you full of his release, he'll wink at you as he deftly slides your underwear back on before you can clean up. That way, you'll feel his cum still sloshing around inside of you and dripping down your thighs when you discreetly make your way back to your table for desert.)

Sometimes, your freelance work leads you to the modelling industry, and on more than one occasion, you've picked up an assignment for a men's underwear campaign. After hours of watching you edit zoomed-in images of men's bulges, neither Steven, nor Jake, nor even Marc can handle it.

And so on those nights, your camera will sometimes find itself on a tripod for an impromptu photoshoot directed by your boys. A very private photoshoot that makes gratuitous use of your camera's remote as they all take turns with you.

Once your clothes are off, Steven loves to get photos of you sitting on his face while he tongue fucks your pussy and tightly fists his leaking cock.

(Knowing his complete and total fixation with your tits, one night you decide to take things a step further by kneeling down on a towel on the floor in front of the camera. Steven nearly blows his load on the spot when you begin pouring cold milk straight from the jug all over your breasts. And once he starts desperately sucking on your nipples and lapping up the liquid, it's only a matter of time before he does indeed cum untouched.)

(You get some extra shots of you licking his cock clean afterward, too.)

Jake loves when you let him fuck your ass, and he insists on making sure to get photos of the beautiful, blissed out look on your face when his cock is plunging in past your tight ring of muscle.

(But also, what he really wants are close up photos of your puffy, fucked out hole afterward...and the thick load of cum leaking out of it and down the back of your legs.)

Marc tends to be a wildcard—some nights he wants artsy photos of him fucking you tenderly in the shower as hot steam rises around you. Other nights, he eases his cock into you while you're in his lap, both of you facing the camera as he grasps tightly at your throat with one hand and works your clit with the other.

But one night? One night you surprise him. Because as the camera is getting shots of him penetrating you slow and deep on top of your kitchen table, you whine, "Fuck me harder, daddy." Your hand flies to your mouth when the last word leaves your lips—you hadn't meant to say it out loud. But Marc? Marc fucking smirks and leans down to roughly whisper in your ear, "You want daddy to fill your pussy up with cum, sweetheart?" And when you nod, eyes wide, he pushes down on your lower lip with his thumb and spits in your mouth before fucking you so hard the table skids across the floor and bangs against the fridge.

(Marc makes sure to get a few photos of him thrusting his tongue into your sensitive folds afterward, too, his lips still wet and shiny with cum when he climbs on top of you, one hand cupping the back of your head as he kisses you deeply.)

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Guys I need help! I need to find a moonboys fic where it’s in two parts about an argument they have with reader. I already reposted one by @/thesecretwriter, but I swear there’s another one by another account from way back early moon knight days.

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Lovestruck

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

word count: 2.4k

warning (s): fluff, fluff, and more fluff

moon knight masterlist

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You found a new hobby almost every week, and at this point, it did not baffle your boyfriends anymore. 

You could be so absorbed in embroidery, spending nights and days doing it, but then moving on to colouring books on the next week. Learning a new language was something that you do frequently, even if you would forget the languages since you already thinking to do other things like learning a music instrument. 

Steven found it amusing, and he would always be interested in whatever you are doing, trying his best to support you. Marc would be skeptical every time you tried something new, knowing that you would drop it in a few days, but he never said anything since your enthusiasm was too adorable in his eyes. Jake simply did not care, you could do anything you wanted as long as you were happy. 

Then origami sparked your interest and you wanted to try it. It reminded you of your childhood, when you would spend hours folding the papers, a proud smile would be on your face every time you got them right. No one was really interested in your origami when you showed them before, but now you got three of them, who would swoon over everything you do.

Steven was engulfed in his reading, and it was your favourite sight of him. He looked so cute with his reading glasses, the words on the pages he was reading seemed to drown out the world for a moment.

You smiled as you watched him, falling in love with him all over again. You got out of the bed, trying not to make any noise that could alert him. You grabbed your origami papers, grinning as you started to fold them, the thought of your boyfriend was swimming in your head.

You made one, then two. But then you decided to make another one, just because. 

Steven jumped a bit when he felt an arm around his shoulder, but then he smiled when he saw you. Your heart bursted in flames as you saw him smiling at you. You swore his sweet smile could make you forget about everything else in the world. He chuckled softly when he noticed you were staring at him. 

“Are you alright, love?”

He asked, and you nodded, kissing his forehead lovingly. A happy sigh escaped his lips at your gesture. 

“I love you, Steven.”

His face flushed, flustered no matter how many times you said it to him.

“I love you too.”

Hearing his words of love, you almost forgot what you were hiding behind your back. With a nervous smile, you put your little gifts for him on the table, next to the book he was reading. 

“I made these for you.”

Steven could not hold back a huge smile which was growing on his face when he saw the heart-shaped bookmarks you had made for him. The first bookmark was pink, and it was your colour so he did not really question it. He loved the pink heart-shaped bookmark. It was so cute, and it was so you.

But the other two were blue and yellow. When the colours seemed to mean nothing to others, but not to Steven. He paid attention to everything, especially when it came to you and there was no way he was going to forget his first date with you. He knew you chose the colours with a reason. 

“Is it because on our first date, I was wearing a blue shirt and you were wearing—“

“A yellow dress, yes.”

A giggle erupted in your chest when you realised Steven knew why you picked the colours. His heart warmed when he noticed how happy you were to know that he remembered the little details. It was not as if Steven could get you out of his mind. He thought about you every day even when you were by his side. 

“You can use these for your books. I was thinking of what origami should I make for you and I guessed these would be useful.”

Your voice was almost timid, and Steven wanted nothing more but to kiss you when you looked so pretty like that. 

“I love these so much. And they’re heart-shaped. So adorable.”

He said, watching as your eyes sparkled in excitement at his words. Steven did not wait any second to pull you in for a kiss, showing you just how much he loved the little heart-shaped bookmarks you made for him. 

Marc knew about the heart-shaped bookmarks you made for Steven, and he never expected anything from you since he was not as much of a reader like Steven. He would not want a bookmark when he could not even remember the last time he touched a book as himself and not Steven. 

But you were a thoughtful person, and you knew just what he needed.

As soon as he walked into your shared home, he was greeted by you who practically ran into his arms. Marc shook his head, but unable to hide his smile as he hugged you back, kissing your head softly.

“I missed you.”

Your voice was muffled against his chest, not wanting to leave his arms anytime soon. Marc’s smile turned into a grin, and he cupped your face, looking you in the eyes. 

“I missed you too.”

His favourite thing to do with you was just sitting in the couch together, as you talked to him about your day and he would tell you about his. There was something so calm and normal about it that just made his heart swell in happiness. His life was full of unexpected twists and turns, but with you, he could just let go of control and let himself be happy.

You were telling him about your awful colleague who made you feel bad today, and he listened carefully to your every word. He wanted to make sure that nothing bad happen to you. You seemed to notice his tense shoulders, making you quickly added that you were fine and your colleague was not that bad. 

“Oh, I have something for you!”

In the middle of the conversation, you just remembered that you a gift for him. Marc watched with an amused smile as you went to get your gift. He frowned when you came back, hiding something from him as you asked him to close his eyes. Groaning, he did what you told him to do. He was not going to lie, your gifts always manage to send him into a love spiral. 

“Open your eyes now.”

Marc raised his eyebrow, noticing that you were holding a small glass jar. He took it from you, and realised it was filled with colourful stars origami. He never thought some stupid folded papers would make him feel so appreciated and loved. What did he do to deserve you?

“I know this might seem foolish to you but the little stars are actually my love notes for you.” 

Oh, his heart. He could not say anything as he stared at you, lovestruck, feeling a wave of happy tears was going spill from his eyes. 

“The yellow stars are for your happy days, the blue stars are for your sad days even if I never want you to be sad at all. And oh, the pink stars are for whenever you need a reminder that I love you.” 

You wrote the love notes for him, folded them into little stars, put them in a jar just so he could keep it or take it anywhere he wanted. Marc felt like crying, but then he realised he was really crying. You have never seen him cry before. 

“Did I— Did I say something wrong, Marc? I’m so sorry if you don’t like it—“

Before you could panic even more, he kissed you. The kiss was tender and sweet, so effortlessly sweet that you felt dizzy afterwards. Breathless, you looked at Marc who had a love dazed smile on his face. 

“I’m so in love with you.”

He breathed out, and suddenly it felt like the first time for you hearing the confession of love from him. Heat rushed from your chest to your face, and you kissed him again, letting him melt under your touch. Felt like teasing you, Marc pulled away from you for a moment, chuckling when you pouted. 

“I think I need to read the pink stars now.”

“There’s no need for that tonight. I’m here to show you just how much I love you.”

Now you have not got the chance to see Jake for almost a week. He did not front as often as Marc and Steven, and honestly you missed him. But when you woke up that morning, your boyfriend was showering you with kisses, you knew it was him. You smiled when his lips found yours, leaving you breathless every time. 

“Do you miss me?”

You nodded, a shy smile was emblazoned on your face. There was something about Jake that made you feel like smiling and giggling whenever he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes. His gaze was always sharp and tense, but not with you. 

“Do you miss me?”

You asked him back, running your fingers down his jaw, admiring how gorgeous he was. Jake grabbed your wrist, kissing your knuckles softly before moving his lips to place a kiss on your nose. 

“Of course, I do.”

He wanted to stay in bed all day, holding you close to his chest. It was during a moment like this that made him realise how smitten he was with you. He thought it was not possible for someone to fall in love this hard, but with you, he would do anything that you asked him to. You owned his heart and soul. 

“I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?”

You quickly sat up, unable to hide your excitement at his words. He nodded, a smirk was painted on his face as he went to get his surprise for you. You chewed on your bottom lip as you waited patiently. When he got back, your jaw dropped.

“I made this for you, mi sol.”

Jake gave you a bouquet of origami flowers, nerves were wrecking his soul. He was never the one with the thoughtful gifts, like you were. He was all about giving you the most expensive and outlandish gifts, thinking that you deserved the best things in the world. 

However, he found out about your new hobby and he thought it was cute. He also saw how you appreciated Steven and Marc with your new hobby, and he knew you would have an origami made for him too. Hence, before you could, he wanted to surprise you first, to show that he really cared. 

He saw you staring at the flowers in your hands. For the first time, Jake could not tell what you were feeling at the moment. There was a hint of a smile on your lips, but your eyes were watery and he was getting worried. 

“I’ve never done this before. The flowers might be a little weird because I learned from the internet and it was so hard. But you love flowers and you love origami so I thought you would like it.”

He never rambled before, and he winced when he realised he was rambling like Steven. Jake shook his head in disbelief. He always said he hated Steven’s rambling but now he was so nervous that he did the same thing. 

“You can just throw them away. I’ll buy you real flowers instead.”

He offered, not expecting you to gasp at his suggestion, like you were truly offended.

“Why would I throw them away?”

“Because… You hate them?”

You could not believe he thought you hated the origami flowers he made just for you. He was the toughest and the most intimidating boyfriend you had, and to think that he was doing something which was so precious to you just because you loved it— It was reminding you once again why you fell in love with him at the first place. 

“I would never throw these flowers away. I love them. I love you.”

You grabbed his arm, pulling him to sit next to you in bed. He rested his forehead against yours, taking your hands to intertwine your fingers with his. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. 

“I can’t believe you learned to make these flowers just for me.”

“Honestly, the tutorial video is ten minutes long and it was really hard for me to focus.”

You laughed, and he sighed in content, wanting to listen to the sweet voice of yours forever. He still remembered how you used to put a hand over your mouth when you laughed, but Jake made sure to chase your insecurities away, letting you be yourself comfortably around him. 

You pulled away from him, only to look at the origami flowers with a smile on your face. Pride was spiralling in his chest, since he had never seen you smile so big that he was sure your cheeks started to hurt. 

“Marc and Steven can’t compete, can they?”

A smug smile was dancing on his lips, aware that they could hear what he just said. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to boost his ego even more. You knew they could get jealous over each other, but at the end of the day, you loved all of them and never once did you think to put them in comparison. 

“Don’t be mean, Jake.”

“I’m not being mean. I’m just telling the truth, like good people do.”

He retorted, and you shook your head at him, trying to seem like you were disagreeing with him but the grin on your face was telling him otherwise. Jake wrapped his arms around your waists, easily pulling you to lie on top of him. 

“I’m still buying you real flowers after this.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I want to, mi sol. Now shut up and let me kiss you.” 

You knew now that whatever you do, no matter how silly or insignificant they were to you or to others— Those things were precious to your boyfriends. They would never let you feel unlovable or unappreciated, not as long as they were with you, and that meant forever.

[flordelalunas]

3 Days Away / Jake Lockley x fem!reader

Summary: you and Jake end up arguing about his safety, especially when he comes home worse than ever. After days of silent treatment from him and him refusing to let the others front, you decide a few days away for him to calm down is best.

Warnings: angst, Jake not knowing how to express his feelings until the end, reader feeling hurt and upset, fluff ending.

Authors note: I have a few Moon Knight fics in mind to write, so I hope you guys enjoy them but feel free to send me requests also. Angsty!Jake to soft!Jake, super soft emotional Jake (I know he isn't typically like this but I just loved the idea) This is majorly a Jake fic with bits of Marc and Steven. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you my loves! :)

Word count: 2.5k

You hated arguments more than anything, especially with those that you loved and cared about. You hadn't even intended for this to cause a fight, you simply just wanted him to know how scared you were for their safety. It's not like what they did was a typical everyday job where they wouldn't be harmed by dangerous people or killed. Seeing Jake come home with blood covering him, bruises all over his torso and back, and cuts on his face was enough to scare you. You were terrified of losing them, the three most important people in your life that couldn't live without.

And so a few days later you set to have a conversation about it with whoever was fronting at the time, which happened to be Jake. You stayed calm and tried to say your piece without tears, but it had proved futile. Jake had taken your concern as an attack, thinking he couldn't handle himself. The yelling, on his part, had started and your tears had a mind of their own, flowing freely. You silently cried as Jake stood in front of you with a booming voice and red face, you just allowed him to get his anger out, knowing there was no reasoning with him at that moment.

"I'm going to take a walk and let you cool off, okay?" you managed to get out through tears when he stopped, wiping your face as best you could as you stood. You hoped some time to himself would allow him to calm down enough to talk to you calmly when you returned. His silence was enough of an answer to let you know you needed to leave for a bit. His back was to you as you stepped toward him, breathing heavily. Placing your hands gently on his back as you lay a kiss on the clothed area, a small sob choking out in the process. "I love you," you whisper as you reluctantly let him go and walk towards the door, grabbing your jacket in the process.

You look back at him for a moment, not fully wanting to leave so you could sort this out, but you knew he needed space. You watch as Jake leans over and holds onto the wall as he breathes heavily, looking at his reflection in the mirror. They're talking, so you took that as your cue to leave, closing the door behind yourself.

It luckily wasn't too cold out, the breeze only just slightly nipping at your skin. You sighed when the tears refused to stop, a headache already starting to form because of it. Your chest felt heavy with an ache, sadness overwhelming your senses. Your legs absentmindedly took you where they pleased as your brain ran a million miles an hour, worried and hurt-filled thoughts filling it. You knew Jake was hard to reason with when he was angry or upset, but you weren't expecting him to be that angry with you for being worried about his and the boy's safety. You loved them and didn't want to lose them, you wouldn't know what to do if you did. You didn't even want to think about it.

An hour later, you ended up at a small food stall that sold hot food and beverages. You had been planning to cook for you both before the argument broke out, that plan is out the window now. You grabbed yourself something to eat and drink, luckily having found some money in your jean pocket. You found a small park nearby that was mostly empty, it seemed peaceful and a good place to be for a while to clear your head and give Jake the time to calm down. Walking through the trees and pathway led you to a small lonely wooden bench, and you took a thankful seat on it. Your feet ached from walking a long period of time without stopping, the pressure relieving the second you took a seat.

You stared forward at passing byers, eating and drinking without thought. The jacket hugged your body and neck as you wrapped it around yourself tighter, not particularly cold, just needing extra comfort. The added warmth from your hot beverage helped make you feel slightly better, helping to relieve the coldness of your hands and the dull ache in your head. You weren't sure how long had passed with you sitting on that little bench, it was a while but you weren't sure of the exact amount. Having accidentally left your phone at the flat in the rush to leave without thought of necessities, like your phone and purse.

By the time you had started to make your way back, it was beginning to get dark. The walk took a while, but luckily you memorised the way home. When you reached home, you realised that you'd left your keys there. Having to begrudgingly knock and disturb him, the slow shuffling of feet letting you know he didn't want to move. It took Jake a while to answer the door, his red unimpressed eyes staring at you without a word. Still angry it seemed. He simply walked back towards the couch, leaving the door open for you to enter.

You sigh, closing the door and locking it, as he gets back on the couch and wraps his blanket around him. Realising he wasn't intending to come to bed with you, you walk toward him. "I love you and I'm sorry. We'll talk tomorrow," you whisper shakily, tears forming once again. Bending down over the back of the couch, you stroke the mop of black curly hair and place a gentle kiss on the back of his head. You linger for a few seconds, tears falling down your cheeks. Begrudgingly, you walk away from him to your shared bed. You change into one of Steven's shirts and get into the cold bed alone, silent tears falling. You fall asleep with an aching heart.

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Two days of silent treatment had been driving you insane, you had expected to talk about it by now but Jake wasn't budging. He wasn't letting the others front either, which made the situation worse. You were sure something else was going on that had contributed to his mood, and you were trying to be patient but it was driving you up the wall not being able to speak. So, in the middle of the night, you decided to go stay with your friend, having checked with them beforehand for the ok. You packed a small bag with your necessities and leave a note for the boys to read when one of them wakes.

'Don't freak. Went to a friend's house for a few days or so to let Jake cool off until he's ready to speak. Can't cope with the silent treatment, I'm sorry.'

You loved them all more than anything, even their flaws but that didn't mean that you could always handle it all the time. Sometimes you needed a small break when one of them was in a mood, to give yourself some time to de-stress. As you walked through the door of your friend's apartment, you set your bag down and turned to face her, she was patiently waiting for an answer to her question. As soon as you saw the look of concern and love on her face, your bottom lip began to tremble and tears clouded your vision. "Oh honey, come here." She gently replied with open arms, her heart breaking to see you like this.

It had been late by the time you'd arrived at your friend's home, around midnight, you knew she'd be exhausted from a long day at work and yet, she refused to go to bed until you were laughing and smiling. Which she exceeded, as she always does. She grabbed a shit ton of ice cream, two bottles of both your favourite wine and fluffy blankets, while you explained to her what had happened (not completely delving into the full truth about your boyfriends and their line of work). She listened intently while you cried and explained what had led you to leave in the middle of the night and go to hers, and she was ever as understanding about it all. At that moment, you were so grateful to have a friend that truly cared about you and your happiness, not wanting to just leave you there crying while she went to bed.

That had been two days ago, and your phone had been blowing up non-stop since. Your friend insisted that it seemed he was ready to talk and going home was probably the best idea, and so you agreed. You didn't really know what to expect when you arrived home, unsure of who would be fronting and how they would react to the whole situation. Would Marc or Steven be angry with you also? You hoped not, you could barely cope with one angry boyfriend, but three? it would just completely swallow you whole. Packing up the little belongings you'd brought with you and making your way back without a word to the boys. You flicked through the messages on the way, the majority were from Marc and Steven, but a few from Jake stuck out. You had expected the other to reach out but not Jake, deeming him to still be angry for a couple of days more.

'Please come home.'

'I'm sorry..'

'Please..'

Your heart clenched and you felt the tears prick at your vision once more, you were fed up with crying. Jake never begged, said please or apologised, so for him, this was rare and he must truly mean it. Those words didn't come from him lightly, and you were thankful. It meant he would be in a much better mood than a few days prior, you didn't know if you could cope with a replay of how you ended up here. The silent treatment was worse than anything, it killed you to see him walk straight past you with a dead expression and not a single word uttered. That was a part of Jake you weren't the fondest of, the fact that he could hide his emotions so well and appear that the situation wasn't bothering him.

What you didn't know was that Jake (Marc and Steven also) had been freaking out the whole duration since you left, not knowing what to do. Marc and Steven had been trying to get through to him, pushing for him to call you and apologise, beg for you to return if he had to, but to get you to come back to them. To him. Jake knew he was terrible at expressing his emotions and they often came out.. wrong, often acting angry or upset when he actually wasn't. He wasn't used to someone caring about his well-being or loving him as deeply as you did, his actions tending to be harsh and not coming across in the way he wanted them to. And yet, you still chose to stay with him and love him unconditionally, accepting every part of him, good and bad.

Jake had been pacing bak and forth for what felt like hours, panicking at your lack of response, worrying implicitly that he'd done it this time and scared you off. Marc began yelling at Jake through the reflection, blaming him for potentially losing you. He didn't know if he could handle losing another important person in his life, 'I swear to god Jake if you've chased away our girl, I'll never speak to you again.' Marc spat menacingly as he pointed at Jake, turning away to calm himself. Steven just looked lost, not quite knowing what to do with himself at the thought of you leaving them. 'Please mate, call her, text her, I don't care what you have to do, just get her back here!'

You were their light, life, and love. Their everything and more, what would they do without you? How would they cope without you? Everything in their life reminded them of you, you did everything together. The route Steven took to work every day as he passed your favourite tea shops, the little corner shop that Marc passes on the way home that you had introduced him to, the little bakery that not many people knew about that made mouth-watering pastry that had converted Jake. Everything was a perfect reminder of you. Even the simple things like letting someone in, trusting someone to know about all of them and their secret, the way you could perfectly tell them all apart from the other. Everything you did was done with love and care. They couldn't bare losing that.

So, when you walked through the door timidly, looking around to see where your boyfriends were, you weren't expecting what happened. Jake stared in shock at you, not fully expecting you to even return home. He breathed deeply, emotions overwhelming him as he'd never felt before, pushing him over the edge. Jake walked quickly toward you and cupped your face in his trembling hands, his eyes filled with tears. You were sure it was Steven or maybe Marc, you definitely didn't expect Jake to currently be fronting with the amount of vulnerable emotions that were showing right now. 'Oh thank god.' Marc whispered, a shaky breath leaving him. Steven stared with wide eyes, silent tears leaving him. If only you could see how grateful they were to see you.

"Mi vida." you stare at him in shock, realising it is Jake when you hear the nickname. You were surprised, he was never this emotional or vulnerable with you. He was usually hard to read and kept his emotions hidden, so seeing him visibly upset made you want to cry with happiness and heartache. Jake pulls your body into him, his trembling lips placing a gentle kiss on your head as he holds you as close as possible. You sigh as tears begin to form, stuffing your face into his warm chest and wrapping your arms as tightly around his waist as possible. You were so thankful that he wasn't angry with you anymore, seeming happy to see you back home. You knew they probably worried when you didn't reply but you wanted to come over as soon as you could.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't angry with you, I'm just not used to someone caring about mine and the boy's safety. Other than us. I didn't know how to handle it and reacted how I usually would, it won't happen again. Just don't leave again, please." Jake whispered into your hair, tears flowing freely. He was so afraid that he'd lost you, he could care less about how he looked right now, he was just thankful you were home. Your cheeks were now soaked, the feeling of relief and love overwhelming you as you both held each other tightly, you made a mental note to spend time with Marc and Steven shortly, also.

"I'm not going anywhere, can't get rid of me that easily. Those three days were difficult with you three." you giggled, looking over to the reflection of the fish tank next to you both, hoping your boys were watching and listening. Luckily, they were with smiles and tears in their eyes. You loved them all more than anything and one argument wasn't going to scare you away.

[flordelalunas]

moon knight headcanons:

they make you cry during a fight

note: once again, my personal headcanons. jake’s kinda sucks because i haven’t seen enough of his character 😭

i have a lot of inspiration to write for the moon boys, so if you have a specific scenario for a headcanon that you’d want to see, please comment or send it to my ask box

also… y’all interested in other oscar character headcanons..? like poe dameron, santiago garcia, jonathan levy, or even a mister miguel o’hara? let me know :)

steven

steven hates arguing. 

but it happens from time to time. 

and he is absolutely wrecked the moment he sees those tears.

“no-oh bloody hell-luv-“

he immediately moves towards you, cupping your face, trying desperate to wipe the tears away.

“darling, i’m sorry—i’m sorry—i never meant-“

would definitely start crying as well, and pull you into a tight hug. 

he holds you close, patting your head, running his hands through your hair, “i’m sorry. for everything.” 

from that day forward, he did his absolute best to have calm conversations and to not argue because he could not bear to see you in such pain ever again.

marc

now this man is very stubborn. very. he’s a master at arguing. 

he lies his way through anything if he can get away with it. 

but one night, he takes it too far. 

when he sees your tears, he is silent. unwavering. 

he knows he fucked up. just like he does everything, or so he thinks. 

it takes a few minutes for him to snap out of it before he moves towards you, slowly, cautiously.

he then will open his arms for you, “c’mere.” 

marc will hold you close, whispering in your ear.

“i’m sorry baby. i’m so sorry.”

that’s how you will stay. just quiet. alone. together.

marc cannot promise that he’ll stop arguing, it’s in his nature to bicker. 

but he can promise that he’ll never cross a line to where he brings you to tears ever again.

jake

for a man with homicidal tendencies, he’s honestly a sweetheart. 

he shuts up the moment he sees you crying. 

begins mumbling in spanish, cursing himself before approaching you. 

jake isn’t a touchy feely type of guy, but he’ll take your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“lo siento, cariño. forgive me.” 

he immediately wants to forget about it, so he proposes to do something for you. make dinner for you, help out with chores, he’d do anything to see you smile after what he’d done. 

jake lockley may be a lot of things, but never does he want to be the man who you cry over.

[flordelalunas]

calling the moon boys by their names prank:

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

a/n: just a quick thing that popped in my head

genre: fluff

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Steven:

"Hey, Steven, can you pass me the remote?"

Steven would be confused for a minute then wondering if you are mad at him.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"what? No"

"Why did you call me by my name?" he gets the sad puppy look in his eyes, which melts your heart. "I'm your darling" he strides closer to you and hugging you tight.

You hug him back. Of course you tell him it's just a silly prank and apologise cause he looked so hurt for a minute. You call him your darling and kiss him sweetly.

Marc:

"I'm gonna make some coffee. Marc, do you want coffee?"

"what?" he looks so offended.

"what?" you slide off the bed. Right when your legs are about to touch the floor, he scoops you back by your waist.

"I'm your baby" he buries his face on the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses on your skin.

He pins you down by pressing your hands on the bed. His breath and his slight stubble tickles your neck, making you giggle. He didn't stop until you called him your baby again.

Jake:

"Jake, what do you want for dinner?"

What the fuck he just heard now?

You usually called him 'papi' in and out of bedroom. Or 'babe'

The moment his name slipped out of your mouth, Jake Lockley was terrified.

Are you angry at him? He hated when you were upset or mad at him. Did he forgot something important?

"Jake?", there it is again. "I asked what you want for dinner", your voice cut off his stream of thoughts.

"Cariño, are you okay?"

"hmm? yeah, why?"

"Nothing" he watches you move round the kitchen, searching for any hints you were upset with him.

"I guess I'll make chicken pot pie"

You seemed fine. His eye brows furrowed. Still, he didn't want to take any risks.

He approaches you from behind, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.

A wide smile blooms on your face but you don't show it. "You seem to be in a better mood now, Jake"

That's it. He spins you around making you face him. "Why are you not calling me, 'papi'?"

He looks absolutely serious, frown lines appear on his forehead.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "I was just goofing around" you admit with that adorable grin in your face.

He would smile too if he wasn't thinking of your punishment for your little prank. Without any warning, he scoops you up in his sturdy arms making you yelp. He drops you on the couch, his fingers tickling your sides mercilessly.

"Jake, stop!" fits of giggles escapes your lips.

"Hmm, I don't know. That's not what I want to hear now" his fingers run over your ribcage, making you laugh.

"Babe...babe! Stop!" you manage to utter in between your giggles.

"That's better, princesa" his fingers ceases the tickling thankfully.

The wide smile on his face matches yours.

"Papi" you reach out to grab his head and pull his face closer for a kiss, tugging his curls slightly.

He hovers above you, obliging your wish.

[flordelalunas]

Not saying 'I love you' back prank with moon boys

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

genre: fluffy af you could float on it mentally like a cloud ☁️

a/n: for the lovely person who requested more tiktok couple trends with the moon boys.

tagging: @twwcs

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Steven:

He was on his way to work when he said, "I love you! Laters Gators!", he was outside the door.

But when you didn't say it back, he immediately pokes his head in. "Love?"

"Hmm?" you look up from your position, sitting on a dining chair.

"I said I love you"

"Hmm"

"Hello?" he waves his hand in front of you, walking towards you. "Darling?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I love you"

"I know"

He looks confused for a second before he realises, "This is one of your pranks, innit?", he shakes his head slightly, his curls following the direction.

You can't hold your laugh anymore.

"Alright, that's it. I need you to say it, now, darling. Can't go without it. I love you!" he bends down to kiss your cheek. He presses his lips on your cheek, neck, nose, all over your face"

"I love you!" you blurt out, still giggling and capturing his lips with yours. "So much"

"That wasn't so hard, was it, love?" now he is the one smiling.

"You know I love you" your expression softens, you reach out to touch his cheek.

"I know, darling. I know", smiling, he takes your fingers closer to his lips and kisses the tips and then back of your hand, making your heart flutter with warmth and familiar love.

You can't help but smile. How did you get so lucky?

Marc:

"Anything else?"

"Hmm, just grab some chocolates on the way, thanks!"

Marc wanted to run for quick grocery shopping.

"Got it, I love you!"

"Okay"

He stops in his tracks, frowning. "Baby, did you forget something?"

You put on your serious thinking face, pretending to think, "Nope, just the chocolates"

Okay, maybe you didn't realise it.

"I love you, sweetheart"

You hum in response, not moving an inch from the couch you are sitting down comfortably.

He lets out a sigh. "Now you are doing it on purpose"

"Doing what?" you feign innocence.

"Say it back" he sounds serious, his eyebrows meeting together in concentration. He strides towards you, sitting next to you grumpily. "I'm not going out. Say it back", his expression softens a bit, his voice like a silent plea.

He yearns for it. Simple confirmation of reciprocated love.

"Marc" you laugh softly, giving in. You cup his face tenderly and caress his cheek with your thumb.

"I love you", a kiss on his forehead. "I love you", a reminder. "I love you", everything is alright. "I love you", a promise.

His face eases into a lovely smile.

"Ah, there. Better now. You look so handsome when you lose that grumpy eagle expression"

"What now?"

"Nothing" you kiss his lips.

"What grumpy eagle?"

"I love you, baby!", you get up and make your way to the kitchen to grab a snack, giggling to yourself.

"What grumpy eagle?" he asks again with serious voice, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Y/n/n?" he follows you to the kitchen making you laugh again.

Jake:

"I'll pick you up today, wait for me, querida" he unlocked the car door. "I love you, princesa"

Jake wanted to drop you off at work today, even though you insisted you could take the bus. What? His princesa taking the bus? Not on his watch.

"Mm hmm" you nod, opening the door and getting out.

You didn't even make full ten steps, he hurriedly gets out of the car, following you and grabbing your hand.

"Cariño, did you forget it?" he gives you cocky smirk.

"Oh, silly me" you smile and lean to kiss his cheek.

"Princesa" the cockiness in his voice was gone.

"Right" you peck his lips.

He still doesn't let go of your hand.

"What's wrong, Jake?" you ask with a subtle mischievous smile tugging at corners of your lips.

He doesn't want to seem desparate. He let's out a frustrated sigh.

"Princesa" this time his voice sounds little whiny, any trace of cockiness long gone.

"What?"

"Querida, are you angry?"

"No, why?" you have mastered the art of innocent face by now.

"You are really going to make me say it" he gazes into your eyes. That's alright, if you wanted him to ask for it, he would. For you, he would get on his knees and beg. He opens his mouth.

"Te amo, papi" you take his hands in yours with a sweet smile on your face, replacing the mischievous one.

His lips stay parted for a couple of seconds. You could see his eyes widening ever so slightly.

Your little confession in Spanish sounded like choir of angels singing in his ears. You never spoke in Spanish before with him and it felt more soft, more intimate, like a secret between just the two of you. Warmth spreads in his chest like sweet honey when golden sunrays pass throw it.

"You little devil" the smile on his face lights up his entire face, making his eyes crinkle.

Your heart clenches at how much loves his eyes holds for you.

"Say it again, por favor"

"Te amo"

"Again", he places palms on sides of your face and brings it closer to his. "Por favor", he pleads, like asking for one more drop of sweet nectar.

"Te amo" the soft smile never leaves your face once.

"Eres mi corazón", he rests his forehead against yours and kissing your head. "Mi vida", he slightly tilts your chin, kissing your lips as if to physically taste every bit of sweet honey.

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querida - sweetheart

cariño - darling

te amo - I love you

por favor - please

eres mi corazón - you are my heart

mi vida - my life