Lorca

That important business was to read Project Hail Mary Fanfiction.

Pairing: Jake Lockley(Moon Knight MCU) x f!reader

Summary: Jake finally comes home after a long day of work and can’t help but distract you. 

Warnings: Fluff, yearning, a bit suggestive towards the end 

Word count: 745

AN: I just had to write this one, I’ve had Jake Lockley content living rent free in my mind all month long! I’m prob gonna write something before the end of the year, maybe something holiday or winter themed for both Yelena and the Moonboys. I missed writing, it feels so good to be back even if just for a bit 😭. Anyways hope you enjoy!

Translation: Carino- Sweetheart, Mi amor- My love, Querida- Dear, Querida te necesito ahora- Dear I need you now 

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“Just one more email and then I’ll be done for the day,” you whispered to yourself as you looked at the time. 

8:00 PM

You were finishing up work on your laptop from the comfort of the apartment you and your boyfriend shared. Working from home had its perks. You could have your own schedule, be more productive, and of course, spend more time with your boyfriend. But it was times like these, when you wish you could just clock out of work and worry about things the next day. You had been working all morning and afternoon, and now that it was evening, you were finally about to be done. Your boyfriend usually got back home at around 6 PM, but unfortunately, today he had texted you a while ago, informing you that he got stuck in traffic and still had several other clients to pick up. 

You sighed, you knew Jake was extremely hard working, whenever he used the body it was mostly for work, especially since Steven and Marc had somewhat unstable employment, Jake often tried to contribute as much as he could. Even if Steven and Marc had gotten a side job to help around, both making more than enough to pay rent and daily expenses, Jake still firmly and stubbornly took on an extensive workload. As a taxi driver, he could work whatever schedule he wanted, therefore he would often, when neither Marc or Steven had the body, take the heaviest but best paying hours, which caused him to go overtime and come back home late at night. 

You straightened up in your chair and leaned on the desk Steven had set up for you after he insisted that you have a proper work area. God, you were gonna have the back of a senior citizen if you didn’t start sitting properly soon. 

Suddenly, you heard the front door of the apartment open.

“Carino, I’m home!” he called out from the entrance. You heard Jake drop his jacket and work bag on the ground, quickly closing the door behind him. 

Your attention stayed on your laptop, determined to finish writing the email that would finally free you from your day’s work. 

“Carino” you heard Jake’s shoes dragging on the ground, his steps towards you heavy and dragged. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him suddenly drop down on the ground next to you, getting on his knees next to your chair. You felt the weight of him resting his head on your lap and wrapping his arms around your knees. 

“Mmm I missed you so much mi amor” he said as he nuzzled his face on your lap. You had to admit, you were a bit taken aback by Jake right now. It had taken an exceptionally long time for Jake to warm up to you when you first started dating Steven and then Marc. Although, recently he had been more vulnerable regarding his needs, fronting when he wanted to be in your company or help you out with something more often.       

You looked down at Jake, sliding his hat off his head and running your fingers through his curls. As if second nature, he nestled into your touch like a sad puppy, looking up at you and moaning softly. His expression was tired and the lonely and needy look on his face was unmistakable. 

“What’s wrong Jake? Were the customers difficult today?” you gently asked, smiling down at him sweetly.

“Mhm, I’m exhausted querida” he answered. He looked towards your open laptop, pouting slightly, ”how long until you finish working?”

You looked up at the screen, “mmm, I just need to review this one more time…” You scanned the email, looking for any errors. As you did, you stroked Jake’s hair. You could feel Jake sliding one of his hands up your thigh and down your knee, whining lightly, anxious for your attention. 

Finally, you sent the email and closed your laptop. 

Hearing your laptop close, Jake immediately stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, taking you into his embrace. You moved your hands up and continued to brush his hair with your fingers. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent and swaying from side to side slightly. 

“Mmm, querida te necesito ahora” you felt him kiss your neck tenderly as he pulled you to your bedroom. 

You giggled, following him as you started unbuttoning his shirt. 

Okay so in high school I took AP (advanced placement) Spanish literature, it’s one of the more niche AP classes and it delves into literature and authors from lots of spanish speaking countries. One of my favorite authors was Federico Garcia Lorca, especially due to his feminist play La Casa de Bernarda Alba and his story. He was a gay poet, playwright, and director who was assassinated by order of military authorities during the Spanish Civil war for his ideas and homosexuality. As a queer and Hispanic person myself, I was so intrigued and fascinated by him and his works. 

So now years later, I’m an MCU fan who recently watched Moon Knight and fell in love with Oscar Issac’s performance in the show. I’m scrolling through videos on Tiktok and I find a video talking about how Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal were in a play together called Beauty of the Father, where Oscar played the ghost of a gay Spanish playwright. And I was like, “wait a minute…that sounds like Federico Garcia Lorca!” Turns out Oscar Isaac played as the ghost of Federico Garcia Lorca in the play. 

And oh my goodness, I felt like I was gonna have a heart attack! I couldn’t believe that somewhere out there, there is a play that combines two of my most favorite things, Oscar Issac and dead gay poet Federico Garcia Lorca.

I just had to get that one out of my system yall, I feel like two of my worlds just collided. Federico Garcia Lorca haunts the narrative of my life 😭.

Pairing: Yelena belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Warnings: Secretly Dating, Established Relationship, Fluff! 

Word count: 484

AN: I had my sibling choose this prompt out of a list and I felt like doing something short and sweet so here we are. I've been watching a lot of shows and movies to catch up for Doomsday and there are some shows I NEED to write fanfics for(Moon Knight my Beloved), so expect some more stuff in the future!

*BTW story is set after Thunderbolts*, reader is part of the team

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You and Yelena had been dating for a few months now, and at first you had attempted to keep it a secret from the rest of the team. But, it was easier to hide a dead body than a relationship from your nosey colleagues, especially when you all lived together. 

Everyone handled it well, especially Ava, John, and Alexei, who had all placed bets on how long it would take for you two to finally get together. The only concern was how the press would react to it. As a team, you had all agreed to keep the relationship a secret, especially from Valentina, who would for sure use you two for an “inclusivity” themed photo shoot for the press. 

You and Yelena wanted to keep things steady and private from the public, but occasionally, you both would slip up. Holding hands for a moment too long during a red carpet event, sly whispers to each other during interviews, matching bracelets the paparazzi had caught you wearing on a night out. It was honestly amusing how the public wasn’t able to put the pieces together. Which is why you and Yelena sat on the common room’s couch, teen and gossip magazines sprawled on the coffee table. 

Yelena had picked up one that had a picture from a photoshoot of the team on the front cover. She skimmed through the pages until she reached the section that featured an “Inside look” at the dynamics between the team members. 

“Oh listen to this 'Yelena and y/n, seem to be the closest to each other in the Superhero team. They are often seen going on dinner dates by themselves, exchanging playful looks during interviews, and even sporting friendship bracelets out in public. Such besties!’”

You laughed, scooting closer to Yelena to get a better look at the magazine. “No way, are they that blind?” 

“Seems like it,” she replied.

You picked one up from the table, flipping through the pages, going straight to the “Superhero Gossip and Secrets” section. 

“Oh my goodness, Yelena you’ve got to listen to this one! It says ‘Recent sightings of new and upcoming Superheros, y/n and Yelena Belova, suggest a strong connection between the two. A journalist who attended the team’s recent charity event, witnessed their interactions, he claims  ‘They seem to be very close colleagues, almost like roommates.’’’  

You and yelena both burst out laughing, hunching over the coffee table and trying to catch your breath. 

“It’s ridiculous what these people conjure up” 

“It’s like they’re so close, yet so far from seeing what is right in front of them!” you exclaimed.

“At this point, we could literally make out right in front of the paparazzi, and they would claim we were 'Helping each other fix our lipstick' or something” Yelena said, sarcastically making air quotes. 

Pairing: Yelena Belova(Thunderbolts*) x f!reader

Summary: Yelena takes her time edging you on the kitchen table in the Avengers tower.

Warnings: Making out, Smut, dirty talk, fingering, strap on, top!Yelena, r!receiving, afab!reader, sex guys it’s sex, edging, orgasm denial, semi-public?(the tower is mostly empty, Bob is asleep safe in his room), very little plot, use of y/n (like two times), established relationship

Word count: 2.2k 

AN: This is my first time writing smut, IDK I wanted to try something new. Past couple of weeks have been busy, but, ima write more soon! I might write for some other characters in the future, we’ll see…Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!!   

BTW story is set after Thunderbolts* and y/n is part of the team

Translation: Detka - Baby  

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You and Yelena had gotten the tower all to yourselves. Bucky was in Washington busy with a new proposal for aiding veterans, John and Alexei were doing a series of interviews in LA that Val had set up, Ava was staying in Brooklyn for a concert, and Bob was knocked out in his room, having accidentally eaten 7 of Yelena’s melatonin gummies, mistaking them for fruit snacks that had been left in the lounge area. 

A few hours ago, Yelena and you had dropped off Ava in Brooklyn. After leaving her in her hotel, you and Yelena had driven back to the tower and as you maneuvered through traffic, you heard Yelena get a notification on her phone. During a red light, you turned to look at her, she was looking down at her phone, reading a message from Bob. 

“What you reading?” you asked.

“Bob texted, he accidentally ate the melatonin gummies I forgot to put in my medicine cabinet last night” she sighed looking out the window, “I should have stashed them last night.”  

The red light turns green and you proceed diving.

“Anyways he’ll be fine, he’s just gonna be passed out for the rest of the evening, looks like it’s just gonna be us two around the tower tonight” Yelena mentions, resting her hand on your thigh.

You held your breath, trying to stay focused on the road. “Yeah looks like it” 

You finished the drive back home and immediately upon reaching the tower elevator to go up, the doors closing, you and Yelena lunged at each other, making out feverishly. By the time that the elevator reached the common room, your shirt and Yelana’s had been discarded. Your legs were wrapped around her waist as she carried you to the nearest table, that being the kitchen’s table.      

So now, you laid on the rectangular surface, your hands pinned above you, tied up by Yelena with her belt. Your bra and jeans laid discarded on the floor, and Yelena, who was on top of you, was slowly working her way down your neck, biting you lightly. Your bare chest rose up and down, your face was flushed and you were breathing heavily. It wasn’t like you and Yelena hadn’t done anything like this before, it was just that it had never been in a place so open like the common room and especially on the table where the team had their meals on. 

You moved your hips up, desperately trying to get any friction possible. Yelena moved her legs around to straddle you, holding your hips down in place. 

You let out a whine and she looked up at your face as she continued kissing around your collar bone. “What’s wrong detka?” she says innocently, “tell me what you want.” 

“Please Yelena, I-” you bite your lip for a second trying to cover up the moan you make when Yelena suddenly puts one of your breasts in her mouth, sucking and biting at your nipple. 

You look down at her, she has her eyes closed now, a calm and dreamy expression on her face as she continues to suck on your breast, rolling the other one between her fingers. She then pulls away her mouth from your chest with a pop.

“What is it that you said you needed Baby?” She looked unbelievable right now, her messy short blond hair framed her face and a trail of her saliva ran down her chin. Her hazel eyes locked onto yours, her pupils dilated into dark glassy pools of desire and primal intent. 

“Please, just touch me Yelena, I need to feel you” you tried rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any sort of contact. Yelena’s right hand moved down your body, almost reaching between your legs before stopping to play with the hem of your underwear. 

“Can you be more specific, my Love?” she said tilting her head to the side. 

She was being so mean to you and although it made you irritated and impatient, it also made your heartbeat rush knowing she wanted to take her time with you, and like past times, you knew she was gonna make it up to you if you were obedient. 

“Please Yelena, I need your fingers in me” you whimpered.

Her hand slid over your underwear and onto your clit, slowly and softly moving her index finger in a circle through the fabric. You immediately move your hips up, desperate for more of her touch. Yelena eans into another passionate kiss with you, as she makes slow and tortuous circles over your clothed clit. You whimper into her mouth, your breath and hers mixing in the heat of the moment. 

She takes her time, kissing your jaw and taking your earlobe into her mouth sucking it lightly. Sometimes she alternates the movement of her fingers, changing the course of her motion from clockwise or moving her index finger up and down instead of in circles. Nonetheless, her pace remains slow and relaxed, as if your legs aren't shaking, needy for more of her touch. 

She pulls back and looks down at you, “You like this detka?” 

“Yes Yelena” you respond. Then she suddenly moves her fingers at a quicker pace, making your legs shake even more. “How does it feel Gorgeous?”

“Yelena” you say in a breathy moan, “It feels so good, please don’t stop.”

She moves her other hand up to your lips. “Suck” she instructs, and you take two of her fingers into your mouth. She speeds up her pace even more, seeing you so obedient and willing for her.

You can feel a familiar pressure starting to build in the pit of your stomach and you moan as you suck Yelena’s fingers.

She looks absolutely pleased by your reaction, a teasing grin on her face as she continues to move her fingers in a rhythmic motion over your swollen clit. 

“You're so wet for me Baby, I can feel how soaked you are for me through your underwear” she says mockingly. “Are you gonna come for me detka?”

The way she talks to you  in Russian makes you hang over the edge. You feel like you're about to burst, your back arches and your body starts to tense up. You suck on her fingers ferociously and you close your eyes to savor your upcoming orgasm, when suddenly, Yelena’s fingers leave your clit and she removes her fingers from your mouth. 

You let out an annoyed and frustrated whine and try to grind your hips on Yelena. She shoves your hips back down and gives you a disapproving look “now, now, I remember you said you wanted my fingers in you, my Love,” before you know it, the hand that you had been previously sucking was moving your underwear to the side. Yelena then roughly moved both fingers into your entrance, thrusting them in with force.

“Yelena!” You gasped and moaned at the sudden overwhelming feeling.

Yelena leans down next to your ear, whispering,“now is this what you wanted?”

You can feel her moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, shivers run down your spine. “Yes, Yelena! Please, don’t stop!”

She keeps thrusting into you, deep, hard, and precise. The palm of her hand rubs against your clit deliciously and you throw your head back, whimpering. You can feel your orgasm building up again quickly and the sweet and dirty words that Yelena is whispering into your ears, saying “You look so perfect right now my Love” and “I’ve been wanting you all week,” makes you get closer to finishing.

You look into Yelena’s eyes, she looks determined and hungry for you. “Are you gonna come all over my fingers detka?”

“Yes Lena , I-I’m so close” you whimper helplessly. As your body starts shaking and as you start getting a taste of your orgasm, Yelena pulls her fingers out, you drop back down, shaken, completely hot and bothered at Yelena’s second refusal to let you come. You feel like you're gonna cry, you’ve been so obedient with her and you're so tired of her not letting you finish.

You look up at her, all wrecked and desperate. “Yelena please I promise I will be good, just please let me finish!”

Yelena’s expression changes, and she looks at you with a pitiful look on her face, her eyes full of sympathetic sentiment, as if she wasn’t the cause of all of your anguish and desire. “You wanna finish Baby? You want me to make you scream my name?” she said sweetly, kissing your cheek and forehead gently as she held your face. 

“Yes please Yelena, I need you so badly right now” you reply. 

Yelena jumps off of you and slips off her sweatpants, revealing a noticeable bulge in her boxers. 

Realizing why she waited so long to make you finish, you ask “For how long have you been wearing that strap Belova?”

She climbs back on top of you and reaches over to your tied hands, “Since I decided that today I’m fucking you until your begging me to stop.”

She unties you and your hands roam her body as you kiss her. Pulling off her bra and helping her take off her boxers, revealing the massive strap that she had been wearing the whole day. She helps you slide out of your underwear too, now both of you completely bare. You both look at each other, Yelena admirling how beautiful you look sprawled under her on the very same kitchen table you all eat on every day. 

She slowly leans down and envelops you in her arms, chest to chest, skin on skin. She nestles her face into the crook of your neck. You can feel the heat of her body and you run your fingers through her soft hair. 

You stay like that for a second in the comfort of the moment and then she hopelessly whispers into your ear “Please y/n, let me pleasure you”

You pull her hair lightly as you respond “Please do.”

She pulls back and flips you over onto your stomach in a swift motion, now on your hands and knees as Yelena leans over you from behind, her strap grazing your entrance. 

She presses her chest on your back, whispering over your shoulder, “I’m gonna make it up to you my Love” she promises. She then inserts herself slowly into you, your legs shiver and you let out a fragile and broken moan as Yelena bottoms out. You both stay there for a second, and then Yelena thrusts out and back in in an instant, earning a shaken moan from you. She does this again and again, until she’s got a steady rhythm. She holds onto your hips, her fingers digging into your skin the way she knows you like, as she thrusts into you relentlessly. 

You can’t help but moan her name, each snap of her hips makes you see stars and you clutch the edge of the kitchen table beneath you for support.

“Fuck Yelena” you moan.

Yelena starts changing the pace to something more desperate, “come on Baby, say my name again”

“Yelena” you whine as she moves one of her hands down between your legs, rubbing your clit.

“Oh my– fuck!” you cry out, feeling your orgasm approaching, the familiar pooling in your stomach. “Fuck, Yelena keep going.” 

“That’s it, you’re close aren’t you detka?” Yelena moans, the strap rubbing perfectly against her clit as she moves it in and out of you, providing her with the similar pleasure and urgency to come as you. Causing her to thrusts her hips harder, driving into you with a renewed intensity.

“Yelena, I’m so close” you moan out. “I-I’m gonna-” you let yourself go, pleasure tingling through your veins as you spasm around Yelena’s strap, finally finishing. A whine leaves your throat, eyes screwed up as she fucks you through it, unrelenting pace in her hips and fingers, murmuring how good you are. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, so fucking pretty when you come.”

Yelena doesn't stop and as you start to feel overstimulated and you're about to tell Yelena to stop, she buries her head into the nape of your neck, biting your shoulder as you feel her shutter. She holds you close as she lets out a whimper and digs her fingers into the soft skin of your hips.

You both fall limp on the kitchen table, Yelena on top of you, holding you from behind. You both laid there, catching your breath, Yelena’s strap still buried inside you. She lifts her hips just enough to slide out of you and with one hand unbuckles her strap. You whine at the feeling and turn to face her. She looks down at you from above, arms wrapped around you and a tired but satisfied expression adorns her face. She kisses you, loving and sweet. You run your hands up and down her back, wrapping your legs around her. 

She pulls back from the kiss, resting her head on your chest, clinging on to you. 

“You know what y/n” she says.

“What?” you respond.

She buries her face in your chest,“I don’t think I’m going to be able to eat on this table anymore, without thinking of you moaning my name now”