Season 2 Spell Like To Charge Reblog To Cast

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.

all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron

!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)

(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)

The Two Faces of January (2014)

Average Single Dad experience 🧘🏻

I FINISHED IT FCK ME-

Broken Promises

Summary: He loved you more then anything in this broken world, but did you feel the same for him?

Pairings: Hobie Brown x Toxic Fem Reader

Warnings: Drifting relationship, angst, cheating, love sick hobie, crying, lack of nourishment, heart break, slight obsession, unhealthy attachment, break up, mentions of sex

Hobie brown was your boyfriend, and he loved you. It was more then just love though, the feeling he felt wasn't able to be put into words. It was a pounding in his chest, a rush of adrenaline into his veins. A tapping of his feet, and a passionate, rapid, but soft and rushing feeling in his heart for you. It was a kind of passion that was above all others, higher then lust and love itself. It was something else, something he couldn't quite place at the moment. A feeling that felt like colors mixing and churning into one you've never seen before, a feeling you couldn't describe very well. You could call it love, or passion, but it would never truly grasp the full feeling or meaning of it.

But you didn't quite feel the same, though you did care for him. You just didn't love him, you wanted to be with him, to hold him in your arms but you felt that there was someone out there who was…better? You knew it sounded like such a horrible thing to say, so you never told him. Hoping you two would drift on your own, but that wasn't quite working out for you.

But he still loved and cherished every second he spent with you. He made sure of it, he didn't have much. He was alone in this world, but then you came into his life. You were the sun in the morning, giving him warmth and reminding him it was a new day. You were the moon at night, guiding him as he flew through the air, and reminding him to rest.

You were the light in his life, he made sure that you knew how important you were to him. Kissing you goodbye before he left every morning, cuddling you the second he got home and wrapping you into his strong arms. Kissing you down your neck softly as you giggled and smiled, telling you how much he missed you and was thinking about you the whole time.

It was a wonderful life for him, he had something to look forward to at the end of the day. Someone to remind him of how amazing he truly was and about how loved of a person he is. He loved you with every fiber of his being, every breathe he took was out of love for you. He stayed strong because of you, he was excited for another day because you were gonna be there.

He had fallen hard for you, plummeted down to the ground kind of hard. He had forgotten what it was like to come home alone and be without you. He never wanted to live that kind of life again, in fact he was scared. That was why fear filled him as he noticed the way you distanced yourself.

When he came home now, you weren't there. Out with your friends or working late to meet some stupid deadline you made up. But when you were home it was like talking to a machine, giving him the same 2 answers for every question.'How was your day love?' - fine: "Do you wanna cuddle?' - 'no' Did you do anything interesting today?' - "no"

You were right next to him, yet so so far. Where had his sweet girl gone? Lost in the chaos maybe, or did she slip away while he wasn't looking? Nonetheless it didn't feel the same, it felt like 2 puzzle pieces trying to fit together, but breaking in the process. Two magnets that lost their friction but stayed near, just in case they got it again. You'd been together for about a year now, yet it felt like he didn't know the girl he slept next to every night. Why was that?

Was it something he did? Had he forgotten something important? He wasn't one to forget anything about you, he remembered everything about his girl. Her favorite dress, the kind of noddles she liked, her favorite way to wear her hair, the names of every cousin she had, every single thing you told him he remembered. Because he didn't want to forget even the smallest things, because he knew they were important to you. He just wanted to make sure you felt loved and appreciated, he needed you to know just how much he loved you, and that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon without you by his side.

It had been a tiring day at work for him, new bruises and cuts making their way across his body as he came home. He was exhausted to say the least, sweat dripping down his face as he turned the key in the door knob and pushed into the house. His ears perked up at an unusual noise coming from the bedroom. He threw his bag on the couch and stalked over to the door. His ear pushed against it as his heart dropped, the sounds of soft moans and bed creaking was what he heard.

His world crashed down to the ground, breaking and cracking into smithereens. It felt like knives were being stabbed into his soft heart, hands clawing inside of him and ripping it out, just to throw it into the trash and call it a day. His legs were starting to feel limp as his shaky hand went to turn the bedroom knob. The door slowly pushing open as his eyes laid on a man over you, naked, clothes thrown to the sides of the bed. In the bed he owned, in his room, inside of his apartment. What the fuck were you doing?

He fought back the tears inside of him, staying strong as he glared at the both of you. A loud huff coming out of him as he looked at you with disgust. All the time he put into this relationship, all the love he thought you two shared. Gone in an instant. 'Get out now' he demanded, his voice was calm, with a danger behind it at the same time. He wasn't playing around when he pointed out the door as you got up, the man rushed out right away, leaving you two alone. Shame filled you as you quickly put your clothes back on, making sure not to make eye contact with him.

He watched you the whole time, trying to make his anger rise, but sadness and betrayal only filling him more as he watched the girl of his dreams walk out on him. He didn't want you to see him cry, he didn't want any of this to happen, he just wanted you. But he followed behind you nonetheless.as you walked out of his apartment. Shutting the door he locked it, no words being spoken as he looked down at the ground. Tears finally prickling at the sides of his eyes as he let out a low sob, hands making their way to his face. Tears began streaming down his cheeks, as sobs filled his empty apartment.

He didn't go on missions for about a month, cooped up in his tiny apartment letting his guitar collect dust. He ignored the pain he felt, all the love he showed you seemed like a distant memory now. But it only made it worse, his webs were getting lower, caused by his lack of eating or drinking.

He just sat at the table and looked through all the things you left with him, your phone charger, those pink gem covered forks you used at every meal splayed across the kitchen table as tears flooded his eyes. He didn't know why he kept looking at them, it just made him feel worse. But it reminded him of you, so he ate them with every one of the few meals he had. Hands gripping onto the speckled silverware as he trembled to put the food past his chapped

lips.

He hummed that song he wrote for you where ever he went, the words seeming like codes embroidered into his dna. His clothes were thrown to the side as he took his socks off and placed them in the hamper. He stepped into the shower finally, after weeks of laying in his bed and staring at the photos you two shared. He smelled horrid, the stench of tears and sweat stains engulfing him and making up his aura. He turned the shower to the hot setting, steam catching on the mirror and fogging it up. He reached next to him for shampoo, just to be met with the strawberry scented one you had left. That light pink colored bottle with strawberries printed under and around the label silky hair has never been better' in white modern font. He stopped in his tracks as he stared down at it, lips parting as they began to quiver. The water shot onto the side of his face as he stayed frozen, trying to make sure it was really the one he thought it was. Quickly he opened the bottle and inhaled the scent, a small smile dancing onto his lips. It smelled just like you, that heavenly scent you carried everywhere. The same smell he inhaled every morning when you woke up next to him. It warmed his heart, just another way to make it feel like you were still here.

So he kept it, using it on his own hair during every shower he took. He just couldn't get rid of you, you meant too much to him. He still had your perfume sprayed on his jacket, he kept it safe, scared the smell would drift off just like you did. It had a special place in his closet, all the way to the far right, next to his boot cut jeans. A place just for you, a place that wasn't going to be taken, a place that would stay for awhile longer, though it might've over stayed it's welcome he didn't mind, because it was for you.

It’s Oscar Isaac’s speciality ❤️

pov - peter parker 

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: what better way to spend the day than sleeping in with your favorite boy. a boy who just so happens to be spiderman.

word count: 0.7k

warnings: swearing and suggestiveness.

God, he looked so pretty like this…

…sleeping peacefully as the curtains welcomed in the afternoon sun. His light brown curls strewn out over his pillow, partly covering his face. On your side, you observed the rise and fall of his chest as he rested underneath your shared bedding. The sight warmed your heart as well as sent your cheeks a tingly sensation.

Forever didn’t seem like a long time if spent like this. Lazy Sunday mornings, sleeping in until noon and watching Peter get the rest he so desperately needs.

And you, oh so desperately, wanted to reach out and- no. No, he needs this.

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Make It Worth It

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: So many okay; body worship, HEAVY praise, multiple orgasms, oral (f,m receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it <3), creampie, hella petnames, fingering, kinda marking too, oh and cockwarming, a lil bit of a jealousy thing going, vague mentions of injuries

Genre: fluff & smut

Summary: The idea of you going on a date makes your friend confess feelings you didn't know they had

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Meeting Marc Spector was something you'd consider a total fluke. A mishap with his suit had him limping down the street hardly able to hold himself up. Against... probably your better judgment, you brought him to your apartment- patched him up, got him some food, and let him crash on your couch. He was gone before you woke up in the morning and you honestly expected never to see him again. A couple of weeks later though he popped by to say thank you and introduce himself, you told him he could stop by if he needed help again. You didn't think he'd take you up on the offer but you were fast friends as you became his only confidante. Apparently, the vigilante life is not conducive to friendships, especially when you share your life with another; Steven Grant.

It was a while before Marc told you about Steven and you liked to call him Marc's best kept secret, considering Steven doesn't even know about it. It took even longer for you to meet Steven. Another mishap with Marc's suit had him frantically banging on your balcony door one night. You pulled open the door and he'd practically fallen into your apartment.

"Y/n! Hey!" He groaned.

"Jeez! I thought that stupid bird was meant to protect you Marc!" You crossed your arms.

"Help now, be mad later. Oh! And if I wake up and I'm not me, lie." He barely got the last bit out before he practically fell on you.

"Heavens above you still haven't told him the truth?" You groaned technically to yourself as you shoved a now unconscious Marc onto your couch. Even with him passed out you'd gotten more than enough practice patching him up that you had it so down that you were quick and efficient. He was out for quite some time afterwards, you even made dinner before he suddenly startled awake.

"Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing here?" The unfamiliar British accent immediately told you that night that Steven had woken up instead of Marc.

"Um- this is my apartment so that's where you are, I live here so that's what I'm doing here and my name is y/n. You're Steven right?"

"How did you know my name?" He'd looked at you suspiciously.

"I- I looked at your wallet for ID?" He does have his wallet on him so that lie was totally believable.

"Well why am I here?" 

That was the question you were dreading from the moment Marc passed out on you.

"You were hurt so I brought you here."

"Hurt? Hurt how?"

"I- I didn't see it happen. You were hurt when I got to you." You shrugged. It wasn't technically a lie. You didn't see Marc get hurt. The answer seemed to satisfy Steven at the time but maintaining separate friendships with Marc and Steven wasn't something you wanted to keep up long term. Hence, with some gentle nudging, Marc eventually revealed himself to Steven and you ended up having to help the duo navigate the new dynamic.

However, where you thought Steven was Marc's best kept secret; a new player had him beaten. A secret so well kept Marc didn't even know until after you did. And his name was Jake Lockley. Meeting him had actually happened intentionally on his end. Apparently tired of watching the back and forth between you and his alters he stepped in to meet you himself. You'll admit you and Marc toed the line pretty much since you met, flirting with each other but not obvious enough to change your dynamic, and once Steven got comfortable with you it was only too fun to tease him. So in came Jake; the hidden protector, questioning you and ultimately deciding you were safe for them to be around. He even trusted you enough to facilitate his introduction to the other two. Now you've got the whole trio you can call friends and they often tell you how instrumental they consider you in maintaining stability in their shared life. You really enjoy having them around most of the time even with how chaotic it can be covering for, patching up, and keeping track of their system.

Tonight, while you're finishing your makeup for a date, you hear a knock from the living room. You're not expecting anyone right now so when you leave your room and find Moonknight on your balcony you're not exactly surprised. You open the door and the suit disappears as he walks into your apartment.

"What're you all dressed up for?" Marc asks taking in your outfit.

"Hello to you too Marc." You roll your eyes.

"Hello. What're you all dressed up for?"

"I have a date tonight." You say with a shrug heading back to your room knowing Marc will follow you.

"A date? What date? You didn't tell me about any date."

"I don't have to tell you about dates."

"Why wouldn't you tell me though?"

"It's a first date Marc I'm not getting married. You're making it a much bigger deal than it is."

"It is a huge deal. You haven't been on a date since we met!"

"Thank you for pointing out that Marc yes this is my first date in a while. Did you come here for a reason? Doesn't that bird of yours have errands for you?"

"I always come here when I'm done with Khonshu's stuff. This is why it's a big deal you didn't tell me about this date. It throws off our routine!"

"Marc you coming here to eat my food after running around for skelo-bird is not set in stone."

"It is set in stone. If it wasn't we wouldn't do it every time."

"Well it's still early, so when I finish my date I'll text you and you can come back over and your routine will be fine."

"That's not the same."

"I dunno what to tell you sweetie, I have to leave, I'm meeting this guy in like 10 minutes."

"Don't go."

"Marc!"

"Come ooon I'm way more fun than whoever this random guy is anyway."

"You don't even know him."

"Neither do you. So stay."

"Let me get this straight, you want me to cancel my first date in over a year because it's more important that we watch a movie while you eat leftovers? Call me crazy but I'd personally rank those a little differently."

"I want you to cancel your first date in over a year because I don't want you to go on a date."

"Okay I know we're close but I feel like that's crossing a line a little bit. That's not really up to you."

"Princessa, are you intentionally misunderstanding him?" Jake's sudden appearance only further confuses you.

"No Jake. I genuinely have no idea what the deal is here and at this rate, I'm going to be late so one of you better start talking straight."

"He's jealous. He doesn't want you going on a date with anyone that's not... us, really. None of us do."

"All of this is about a crush? Bring Marc back out here." You roll your eyes.

"Look I did not send Jake out here to speak for me!"

"You are such a dunce." You smack his chest lightly.

"What?!"

"You don't want me to go on this date because you three like me and you couldn't just say that?"

"I dunno I guess I just didn't want to risk what we've already got, as friends." He says sheepishly.

"Say the words."

"What?"

"Say exactly why you don't want me going on this date and I'll cancel."

"I don't want you to go on this date because I have feelings for you. Stay home. I can make it worth it in any way you ask."

"Any way that I ask?"

"I'll worship you like a god if you want me to."

"Won't that make that silly old bird of yours a little jealous?"

"Let him be if he is. All that matters is you not going on this date and me showing you my gratitude."

"Alright, I'll call and cancel the date."

"Don't bother. Who cares if he gets ghosted?"

"First of all, I'm nice so I care; secondly that's the shit that gets women stalked."

"Oh please, as if he'd ever be able to hurt you with us around." Marc scoffs.

"Okay, bodyguard. The call will take less than two minutes and you'll have my attention the rest of the night." You say grabbing your phone and stepping into the living room. You notice Marc following you as you call your date.

"Hello?" 

"Lewis! Hi, I'm sorry to do this so last minute but something has come up and I'm not going to be able to make it to dinner."

"Oh. Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

"Uh- thanks but I'll be fine! I just gotta take care of a thing and I didn't wanna leave you sitting there waiting."

"Yeah no, thanks for letting me know. We can reschedule."

"Sure! Soon as I get a handle on things I'll reach out to reschedule." You say, ignoring the look Marc gives you.

"Alright no problem. Good luck with your thing." Lewis says before hanging up.

"You aren't actually rescheduling with him, are you?" Marc asks you.

"Probably not." You shrug.

"Probably?!"

"I already canceled the date for you once."

"You making this hard for me on purpose sweetheart?"

"Not at all. Just not sure how things are gonna go." You smile.

"How things are gonna go? I'm gonna show you that canceling that silly date was the right idea and that you don't need anyone other than us."

"Us? Steven and Jake are in on this too?"

"Of course they are."

"Well, that's a big promise Marc, how do you plan to show me all of that?"

"I'm going to start by kissing you. Is that okay?" Marc asks, pulling you towards him with an arm around your waist.

"Absolutely." You say draping your arms over his shoulder. Marc's free hand comes up behind your head as he kisses you hard. You gasp against his lips and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Without warning, Marc lifts you into his arms and easily carries you back to your room, not even phased when you pull away from the kiss to squeal. He tosses you onto your bed and climbs over you with a smile.

"You have no idea how crazy we are about you." Marc breathes out, trailing kisses down to your neck.

"Crazy about me? Is that right?" You ask, a moan punctuating your question as Marc latches onto a particularly sensitive spot to turn purple.

"Completely." He says softly, staring at you so intently you pull him towards you for another kiss to escape the look in his eyes. Marc pulls away to tug your already bunched up dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties as he looks you over. "Fucking hell you're even more gorgeous than I could've imagined." Marc groans.

"You spend a lot of time thinking about me naked darling?" You can't help but chuckle at the thought as you take the moment of silence on his end to pull his shirt over his head and drag your nails down his chest appreciatively.

"I plead the fifth." Marc groans and moves to litter your chest in more patches of red and purple as he reaches under you to unhook your bra. His hands cover your breasts as soon as they're free, palms kneading the flesh while fingers toy with nipples. The sudden onslaught of stimulation has little whimpers falling from your lips that Marc decides he can't get enough of. He pulls one of your nipples between his lips, sucking, nipping, and tonguing at it to test your reactions, discovering all the sounds you make from this alone. "You make such cute little noises." He chuckles switching from one nipple to the other, pulling all the same sounds from you. Eventually, Marc trails his kisses down your stomach, soft and slow, like he has all the time in the world. "So pretty." He whispers. He pulls your panties down your legs, kissing your thighs on the way down and back up. "I'm so going to enjoy this." Marc says before burying his head between your legs. He licks a hard stripe between your folds that makes you moan and his arms wrap around your thighs before you can even squirm. Marc's tongue swirls around your clit as he watches you, testing what pulls the best reaction from you. When a certain rhythm has your fingers tugging at his hair he settles into it, intent on making you cum like that. Whimpers and cries fall from your lips in quick succession as he sucks and laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe and grind against him, although his grip on your thighs restricts your movement as he works you quickly towards an orgasm.

"Holy fuck Marc!" You groan, throwing your head back and pulling almost too hard at his curls but the man between your legs only lets out a pleased growl at the action. "Fuck I'm close." You pant out and Marc wraps his lips securely around your clit, sucking harshly until your legs tense and your orgasm crashes into you with a silent scream. Marc doesn't even let you fully ride out the high before his fingers slide into your opening. He curls the two digits just right and you can feel the pull in your abdomen when he brushes the spot inside you. Your back arches into him as he works you open with his fingers, his tongue still lapping at your clit, determined to pull another orgasm from you. Your second orgasm hits you faster than the first your entire body twitching while you let out the prettiest whine Marc's ever heard.

"My goodness." Although the voice is muted in your pleasure fogged brain, you don't miss the accent in his words.

"Steven?!" You blink at him, chest still heaving slightly as you try to catch your breath. His eyes are as wide as saucers as he takes in the situation he's just been thrown into.

"Hi. I can't imagine Marc did this on purpose I-" Steven's words trail as his head snaps to the mirror hanging on your closet door. "He did this on purpose." Steven looks at you and then back at the mirror. "Why would you do that Marc?!" You pull his gaze back to you by grabbing his chin,

"Steven, calm down." You say.

"Clearly I've missed a lot because how did you two even end up like this?" Steven asks and your giggle at his confusion quickly turns into a whimper when the action makes you distinctly aware of his fingers still buried inside you. "My god, help me." Steven breathes out at the sound from your lips. "If this was your act of gratitude why am I here?!" Steven asks to the mirror and you suppose Marc told him how you, in his words, ended up like this. Steven makes a face at whatever Marc says next and then turns to you with a look you can only describe as curious. Before you can question it, his fingers inside you move tentatively, making you moan. He's less sure of himself than Marc had been but he watches intently as he slowly strokes your inner walls, enjoying the way you react to him. "You're absolutely breathtaking."

"And you, are simply adorable." You say bringing him down to kiss him. Steven is obviously much more nervous than Marc was and you take the lead in the kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as you explore his mouth with your tongue. It seems your reactions feed his confidence as his fingers gain speed the longer you kiss him and soon you're moaning too much to actually do it properly.

"I love the sounds you make." Steven sighs. You pull his fingers from you before he can make you cum again and he pouts at you until you guide the fingers between your lips. You suck them clean, enjoying the way Steven takes a shaky breath at the action. You use one hand to undo his jeans and pull them down his legs, pulling his fingers out of his mouth for him to get up and shove them the rest of the way down with his boxers. You lean forward and take Steven into your mouth, swallowing him down as far as you can.

"Oh god." Steven groans and his eyes roll as he tosses his head back. You bob your head up and down his length, swirling your tongue as you go, enjoying the way he moans and shivers.

"I love the sounds you make too darling." You hum dragging your tongue along the vein that runs the underside length of his dick. Steven hisses and you wrap your lips around him again.

"Holy hell you're... really good at this." Steven's praise is breathy and stuttery. You take him all the way into your mouth, feeling him in the back of your throat. Rather suddenly, you feel his fingers in your hair tugging you off of him.

"Now, it was my understanding that we were meant to be showing you gratitude." Your ears perk up hearing the accent change.

"Jake, yeah so I've been told." You hum.

"And yet here you are pleasing Steven instead of him worshiping you." Jake's thumb rubs along your bottom lip.

"Steven is just so much fun to tease." You smile.

"Tease him later princessa, tonight is about you. How lucky we are to have you in our life. How much of an honor it is to kiss you, to touch you, to please you." Jake intentionally speaks slowly, staring at you intently.

"You are... very good with words." You muse.

"Have our actions not supported them?"

"Marc definitely, and Steven- before I got my hands on him, yes. You however haven't done anything but talk." You smirk at him.

"Tell me what you want from me and it's yours. Anything you ask." Jake says.

"In other circumstances that would be... a dangerous promise to make. But tonight, I just want you inside me. I want you to make me cum on your dick."

"With pleasure." Jake pushes you onto your back and tugs your legs to pull you towards him. He wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you. Your back immediately arches at the fullness of Jake bottoming out and you can't help but moan. "Fuck you're so wet." He groans dropping his head to your shoulder for a moment. Jake sets a rhythm of sharp thrusts, deep but quick.

"Sh-shit Jake! Feels so good." You whine, dragging your nails down his back. He hisses at the sting and his thrusts pick up speed.

"God y/n you're perfect. So gorgeous. Taking this dick like you were made for us." Jake huffs out. One of his hands reaches between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. You squirm against his ministrations moaning as he drives into you repeatedly. "That's it princessa, moan for me, sounds so nice." He grits out, rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves. You grind against him, trying to bring your orgasm on quicker. "Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you let go around me. Please mi vida." Jake sweetly kisses you as he practically begs for your orgasm and a few thrusts later you're falling over the edge, nails digging into his back as he watches the way pleasure washes over your face. Once your eyes slowly peel open, Jake tightens his grip on your hips and changes the pace of his thrusts, slowing down now.

"You're gonna cum inside me aren't you Jake?" You ask with a pout specifically to get what you want.

"Mierda." Jake's eyes close for a moment. "Is that what you want princessa?"

"Yes Jake, please."

"I told you I'd give you whatever you ask me for." Jake shifts slightly before picking up the pace of his thrusts, they're sloppier now as he focuses on chasing his own release. "I'll pump you so fucking full, you'll be leaking. Fuck you'll look even prettier dripping like that."

"Please Jake, give it to me. Fill me up baby." You whine, grinding against him. His hips stutter and stop buried inside you and you the warmth of his orgasm inside you makes you moan. Before Jake can twist to lay beside you, you pull him onto you comfortable with the weight of him on you. "Don't move yet, let's just- lay like this for a bit, please." You say.

"Thank fuck you didn't go on that stupid date." Jake mutters and you giggle a little.

"Thank fuck you said something or I would've."

"Well, did we make it worth the stay?" "I'd say so." "Good. After a nap you can discuss the details, probably with Steven, he'll have the most to say." Jake mumbles into your neck.

"I'll have to talk to each of you ya know." You say.

"Sure but start with him. All I have to say is I think you're perfect, and we'd be lucky if you date us."

"You're not the only lucky ones." You say kissing the side of his face. Yeah. It might have been by pure chance that you crossed paths with Marc over a year ago but you're glad the rest of your decisions landed you here. Even if it's not the trajectory you saw that first interaction leading to, definitely worth it.

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Happy Birthday Paul Rudd

- April 6, 1969

Rudd subs in white. Everyone else red.

Oscar Isaac in Annihilation (2018) dir. Alex Garland

the break-up:

summary: in which y/n is going through a break-up with the moon boys and happens to be serving when one of them is on a date. reader x steven, reader x marc, reader x jake (3rd person, she/her pronouns)

warnings: ANGST (there is fluff, don’t worry) , break-up, language, fem! reader

word count: 4109 

thank you for all the love on this fic!! every interaction has made me smile and is very much appreciated. hope you enjoy :)

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