Moon Knight Oneshots

Vampire Jake / My Porcelain Doll

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Jake never thought he would have a treat so sweet like her.
Her innocence and kind heart made him even more eager to keep her forever.
But, Marc and Steven insisted on treading lightly with you.
You were sitting on the couch, reading a book before you felt someone's fingers go across your neck making you shiver.
A low chuckle came from behind you and you bent your neck backwards to see Jake above you.

"Hi." You said with a smile, making him chuckle again.

"Hello, sweet girl. Would you like some breakfast? We need to feed today so I need to make sure you're nice and healthy." Jake said leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Can I have some toast?" You asked making him smile.

"Of course, sweet girl." He replied looking down at you.
The way you looked right now was driving him crazy, he wanted to touch every part of your body and hear your sweet voice moaning his name.
But, he needed to be slow with you, just like Marc and Steven had said.
You put your book down and went over to where Jake was making your breakfast.
You got really nervous everytime they had to feed off you.
They'd find you and you begged for them to not kill you, but that wasn't ever their plan.
So, now you had an agreement.
They'd take care of you and you'd 'take care' of them.
You'd only had them feed on your four times now, and you were still getting used to it.
They actually hadn't let Jake feed on you yet, they were too scared.
But, you weren't worried.

"Will it be you doing it today?" You asked softly as Jake turned to you.

"Why, angel?" Jake asked as you looked away from him.

"You haven't done it yet." You muttered as Jake smiled and came over to you.
He brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Do you want me to do it, hmm?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Is that okay?" You whispered as he licked his lips.

"That's more than okay, sweet girl. Let's get you some food."

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You'd finished your breakfast while you talked with Jake.

"Think you're ready, mi amor?" Jake asked as you nodded.
He sat on the couch and patted his lap, smirking.
You carefully straddled his waist as he gripped onto your hips.

"I've been waiting for this." He whispered, slowly kissing your neck.

"I'm scared." You whispered, somehow you saying that made Jake even more excited.

"Shh, sweet girl. There's no need to be afraid of me." Jake whispered as he looked at you and ran his finger over your cheek.
You were afraid, but you felt a certain kind of hunger inside of yourself too.
You quickly moved forward and connected your lips with his.
A low growl came from Jake as he reached up and gripped your hair roughly.
He quickly controlled the kiss as you melted into him.
He grabbed your waist and turned you around so he could throw you onto the couch.
You gasped and looked up at him with a flushed face.

"You started something you can't stop, little one." Jake whispered as he kissed down your neck.

"I don't want it to stop, take me." You whispered as Jake held your face in his hand before moving to your neck and biting into it roughly, over Marc and Steven's scars they'd left.
You cried out in pain as Jake moaned softly, finally he could have what he'd been begging for.
He was drowned in your scent, getting drunk on the sound of your pain.
He kept moving to different spot of your neck, he wanted to mark you as much as he could.
He leaned back when he was satisfied to see you in a dazed state and crying softly.

"So perfect, my sweet girl." He whispered, licking his lips while he watched you cry.
He leaned down and kissed you softly.

"It hurts." You whispered, crying softly as Jake leaned down and started to lick and kiss over the wounds.

"Shh, I've got you." He whispered, treating you so softly.

"Come on, you need rest." He said before pulling away and gently picking you up.
He took you back to bed and climbed in beside you.
You cuddled into him and he looked down at your wounded neck and smiled.

"Might be a good idea to get you a collar to cover these up when we're in public." He said as you hummed in agreement, too tired to talk.

"Such a good girl, get some rest." Jake whispered kissing the top of your head.

"Mi muñeca de porcelana."