#Moon knight reader insert

[melodygatesauthor]

Praying for Love

Marc Spector X Stripper f!Reader

Not Beta Read - For the @moonknight-events Bingo Event!

Prompt: "Beg."

Summary:

Marc comes to the club where you work every week religiously. He always asks you the same question, and you always give him the same answer, no matter how pretty he looks when he's begging.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, stripper reader, dirty talk, begging, teasing, lap dance, coming in pants, drinking, mentions of (Marc) being drunk.

Word Count: 1.1k

You stood between Marc’s legs, dancing the same dance you did every other night he waltzed into the club. He grabbed onto your hips, his hands squeezing tighter than usual.

“Marc, you know you’re not supposed to–”

“I didn’t come here for a lecture, honey.”

You bent over, planting your ass in his face the way he liked. You felt him tuck some bills into your panties right in front of your cunt.

He chuckled, “oh, you’re wet, having a good time?”

You turned around and looked down at him, “not as good a time as you,” you nodded, staring right at the bulge in his pants. 

His cheeks flushed, and he scowled coldly at you. Despite being a difficult man, Marc was one of your favorite, and best customers. He was easy to pull a few hundred dollars out of every night with the simple act of making him think you loved him. The man was so desperate for affection and touch he’d be willing to spend any amount just to have you lie to him.

That’s not to say that you didn’t care for him in some way. You weren’t heartless, but you cared about him the way a grocery store clerk might care about the old woman sharing her life story at the checkout line unprompted. You could call it natural human empathy. Marc was a sad man, and you were trying to pay rent. The two of you had a symbiotic relationship.

He didn’t want a real relationship anyway.

You carded your fingers through his lightly gelled hair, climbing into his lap one leg at a time and straddling him. You lowered yourself so you were brushing against his bulge, rubbing your cunt along the hard length of him. You bit your lip.

“So hard for me, Marc, so big,” you leaned in, kissing the skin right below his earlobe.

“Fuck, honey,” he whispered in a raspy tone, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath.

You churned your hips more, whining into his ear and making sure to sound desperate. He liked when you really acted like you wanted him. It wasn’t far from the truth. Of all the men you’d danced for in the bar, Marc was in the top five that you’d consider actually sleeping with. You weren’t going to though. You had a strict policy of not sleeping with your customers. They tended to get too attached. 

That didn’t mean you couldn’t ruin a pair of pants or two though. It always kept them coming back for the hopes that next time you might give them more.

“When are you gonna let me fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?” He asked in a low grumble.

You chuckled, “maybe if you beg real nice I’ll consider it.”

Marc sneered at you, lip curling up in a snarl. He grabbed your asscheeks roughly, eyes locking onto yours while he looked at you from under his lashes. He always got a little rough when he was that drunk, and you liked it.

“Just fuck me, come on.” He rubbed the meat of your hip, trying very clearly to keep his composure.

“You gotta do better than that,” you whispered, grinding your crotch even harder against his.

“Fuck, just take it out, please, just sit on my dick for a second baby. Just a goddamn second. I won’t tell,” he looked up at you, eyes pleading desperately.

You dragged yourself along his clothed bulge again, watching his eyelashes flutter so pretty.

“You want this?” You rocked yourself on him again. “You want my pussy baby?”

You moaned in his ear, peppering soft kisses along his jawline in between each breath you took.

“Beg,” you demanded.

He growled and held your hips against his lap tightly, rutting upward and breathing heavy.

“I’ll give you a thousand dollars just to let me stick the tip in. Just let. me. fuck. you.” He breathed.

You tutted, rolling yourself over him more, moving your body in a dancing motion like you were supposed to all along.

“Is that all you think I’m worth? A thousand bucks?” You chuckled. “I’m not a cheap whore, try again big spender.”

You bit your lip and you could tell you were starting to get under his skin. He pressed his lips together in a thin line, you felt his cock getting impossibly hard underneath you. You could hear his breathing grow more ragged. If looks could kill, Marc Spector killed you ten times over just now.

“Honey, I’m not gonna last much longer and I know you want this. That little pussy of yours is so wet, why don’t you give it what it wants, hm?” He tucked his fingers into the leg of your panties, under the bills he’d put in there and he brushed his knuckle against your swollen clit.

You leaned in and whispered, “baby boy, I’ve been wet since my shift started a couple hours ago. You’re not special for making me horny. I do this job for a reason.”

His brow turned up and stitched together in the most pathetic look you’d ever seen on a man. He sucked in his bottom lip and looked up at you, eyes pleading desperately.

“What do I have to do,” he conceded his ego, and for that you almost - almost - gave in.

“Be a good boy and come for me,” you said against his ear, flicking his lobe with the tip of your tongue.

As if his body was under your command, he came, cock twitching wildly against the zipper of his pants. You sighed, kissing his neck and nipping at the skin as if to leave a little mark for him to enjoy in the mirror the next day when he was sober and regretting his life choices. He jolted, holding you tight against his lap, his cum soaking through onto your thighs. After a moment, Marc’s breathing returned to normal after a moment, and his chest stopped heaving against yours.

You leaned back, grabbing his hand and pulling his finger from your panties. You brought his hand up to your mouth, popping the arousal slick digit into your mouth, sucking it free of your juices before kissing it and putting it back down at his side. You left him with a kiss on the cheek and a tap on his nose with your index.

“I’ll be back next time, honey, and next time I’m gonna feel that cunt,” he slurred on his way out the door.

“I’ll look forward to it,” you smirked, knowing full well that you’d have the same song and dance next time, and every time after that.

Moon Knight Masterlist

Main Masterlist

[chaostheoryy]

Steven Grant X Reader Requests anyone? (GN! or M! readers)

Steven Grant’s autistic ass is singlehandedly keeping me going in life right now so if anyone has any wonderful ideas for gender neutral or male reader stories, hit me up.

Fluff, hurt/comfort, explicitly sexual? Doesn’t really matter to me, let’s hear those ideas!

[supercap2319]

Moon Knight: "Y/N, I don't bottom, but..."

Mr. Knight: "I do. I like to please my partners."

[marksbear2]

Hey bear I have a request if you don’t mind but how about Steven with a gamer bf. So bf has been playing a lot and Steven wants some attention which leads to Steven trying to talk dirty into his ears. Which leads to him grinding on his legs to still gets his attention which then leads to him riding riding reader and overstimulating himself in the process.-🐻‍❄️(50%)

STEVEN GRANT X GAMER MALE READER

Heyy, And no I don’t mind at all thank you for requesting!! I missed writing for Steven so I’m back to my roots.

⚠️Warnings!! PRETTY LONG Overstimulation, riding, jerking off, blowjob, multiple orgasms, needy Steven, dirty talk, making a mess, detailed sex. And etc.⚠️

Steven hated the constant loop of his distracted boyfriend. He didn’t know if he was either being dramatic or clingy. Y/n always in the corner of the room at his gaming set up playing video games with his friends.

Steven could even wake up from a nap and his boyfriend would still be playing. The only time Y/n wasn’t playing was when he was at work or on the phone with the said friends.

The Brit craved for Y/n’s touch and attention again. Every time Steven made a attempt to grab Y/n’a attention it was the same. “After I finish this match,” or “In ten more minutes.” It was excuse after excuse and Steven was so tired of it.

Today Steven came back from work it was a real hard day at the museum and he wanted nothing more then just to be in his boyfriend’s arms.

He came through the apartment just about to announce himself but once he reached the bed, he only saw Y/n sitting in his gaming chair with his headphone mic on playing some popular game as he talked and laughed with them. Steven really hated seeming clingy, but he hated those friends. They would all playfully flirt with one another and make dirty jokes. Steven even saw once Y/n using his character to kiss his friend’s own character.

Steven walked over to Y/n and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. “Y/n…hey i-I’m home.” Y/n looked at Steven and smiled before softly pressing his lips to Steven’s cheek as an small greeting. But that small bit of affection wasn’t enough for Steven. He craved and desired more.

Steven walked over to Y/n’s desk and stood behind him, Y/n, who was focused intently on his computer. They had been a couple for a few months now and Steven loved Y/n with all of his heart, but sometimes, he felt like he came in second place to those Y/n’s online friends and video games. "Hey honey," he spoke softly, wrapping his arms around Y/n’s neck. Y/n hummed a bit in acknowledgment, but his eyes were glued to the monitor.

“But it was thinking we could have a little cuddle…?” Steven mumbled not letting go of Y/n’s sleeve. Y/n just ignored Steven and went back to playing the game. Steven slightly huffed at his attempt being ignored so bluntly. 

Steven hugged him wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Steven held Y/n tightly laying his head against him wanting to get his boyfriend’s.

After an moment of Steven trying to get Y/n’s attention Steven decided to step it up a notch. He was determined to get his boyfriend’s attention.

Steven moved Y/n’s headset and moved close to his ear. “Y/n…Y/n darling please…I miss you…I’ve been so lonely.” Steven whispered in his ear. Y/n merely glanced at him before looking back towards his computer. Steven had to suppress himself from letting out a pout. 

“Y/n please…I need you so bad. I want your eyes on me.” Steven said in another whisper, Steven pressed himself against Y/n wanting to get closer and closer.

 Steven could tell this was affecting Y/n. The way Y/n was slowly moving his mice around trying to listen to Steven’s words as he also tried to listen to his friends words that was in his other ear.

“Don’t tell me you choosing them over me…they don’t give you any pleasure like I do, I’m the one who’s in your bed every night not them…you love me don’t you?

Steven whisperd kissing and breathing into Y/n’s ear as he slowly began to move his crotch against Y/n’s own. Steven use one of his hands to hold Y/n’s cheek holding him close.

“I want you…I need you….I missed being in your arms so much.” Steven said as he rubbed his crotch against. Steven  whispered continuing to grind against Y/n legs.

While grinding himself onto Y/n, Steven hand traveled from Y/n’s shoulders down to Y/n’s sweats, he moved his hand inside and into Y/n’s boxers touching and stroking Y/n’s cock. Y/n let out a soft gasp as he kept his eyes on the computer. The Brit stared into Y/n’s eyes wanting to make eye contact with his boyfriend. Steven pulled the sweats and boxers down so Y/n’s cock was on full display. 

Steven leaned down and began to lick and suck onto Y/n’s cock. He swirled his tongue around licked the base until Y/n’s hard cock was wet.

Steven put one hand onto the base of Y/n’s cock as he gave a long lick onto the cock licking and kissing under the cock striding his tongue to the balls all the way to the tip. He moved his tongue around the silt of the cock. He gave teasing and affectionate licks to both sides of his cock making sure no place is untouched before finally wrapping his lips around it.

Since Steven didn’t want to start off to fast he sucked around the tip and used his hand to jerk off the rest of Y/n’s cock that he didn’t have his lips around. He pushed the cock around his cheeks and swirled it around his tongue as he looked up at Y/n.

Steven pulled his mouth away and used his hand to jerk off the now wet cock as he pulled down his own pants and boxers. As Y/n finally looked away from the screen he brought his fingers to Steven’s mouth carefully pushing them inside to get them all wet and soaked so he could prep his boyfriend. Steven licked and sucked around Y/n’s fingers coating the and making the wet.

Once Y/n decided it’s enough he pulled his fingers away and reached down in between Steven’s legs until he was met with his hole and slowly pushing one finger inside stretching out his boyfriends hole. Steven’s breath hitched as he moaned softly holding Y/n’s shoulders. Y/n moved and entered another finger fingering his boyfriend’s hole. Steven was bent over Y/n’s legs as he was getting fingered.

Steven was letting out heavy and cracky moans, with Y/n using his free hand to be in his computer and talking to his friends.

Steven lost track of time, the only thing he was making attention to was Y/n and the pleasure his boyfriend was causing him. 

After once Steven was prepared enough Y/n pulled his fingers out, Steven quickly crawled into Y/n’s lap and aligned himself to Y/n’s tip.

Steven lowered himself down on the cock himself. Steven started out slow breathing heavy and letting out a few moans under his breath as he went down on his cock. Y/n held his hips to keep him steady. With a deep breath Steven wanted to get it out the way and pushed himself down onto Y/n’s full cock at once causing him to let out a loud moan.

Y/n covered Steven’s mouth quickly praying quietly that his friends didn’t hear. “Sorry about that guys, I was watching a video on my phone.” Y/n said into his mic trying to laugh it off as Steven bounced on his cock.

Once Steven got used to it he raised his hips up before pushing himself back down. He did it in a slow motion, his ass jiggled with every moment. Steven was breathing heavy as he began to pick up his movements.

Steven bounced up and down onto Y/n’s cock holding onto Y/n’s desk as support as he rode it. Lince started to mumble under his breath probably about how thick and big Y/n’s size was.

Y/n sat back and held Steven’s hips making sure he won’t fall back. His cock was throbbing with each movement. Steven’s own cock was moving up and down as well as he rode him. Steven’s cock was leaking precum as he rode Y/n’s cock like some bunny in heat.

Steven used one of his hand’s and jerked himself off as he began to moan louder as Y/n’s cock began to hit and brush against his prostate. Y/n muted himself on his computer as he held Steven’s waist pushing Steven up and down.

Steven continued to bounce and ride on his cock faster and faster as if Y/n’s tip was glued to Y/n’s prostate. Lince felt like he was on cloud nine has he rode his cock jerking and stroking himself faster and faster as he felt his climax nearing. He loved how he felt so full and stuff with Y/n’s cock. Both men were in too much bliss and pleasure to not be focused on what’s going on whatever that was going outside of the room. 

With a few more bounces Y/n watched his boyfriend shoot his long white streaks of cum onto his desk and laptop. Y/n reached his hand out and covered Steven’s mouth helping him stay quiet.

Y/n pulled out and softly guided Steven off his cock and off his lap making Steven stand up. Steven’s mind was still cloudy from pleasure but Y/n just pushed Steven against the desk and thrusted his full cock back inside. Steven was moaning as his cock was dripping cum.

Holding Steven’s hips Y/n thrusted fast and deep inside his boyfriend. Steven gripped back held the desk as he was getting pounded into.

With Y/n’s cock pushing and hitting his prostate Steven came for 2nd time, Steven shot his load again on Y/n’s keyboard and some landing onto the computer. After a few more thrust and deep grunts and groans Y/n cums deep inside Steven’s walls. Y/n kept thrusting to burry his deep seed inside of Steven.

Steven leaned back into Y/n breathing heavy and moaning, Y/n reached down and began to jerk Steven’s cock overstimulating him more.

“Since you wanted my attention so badly here you go…let’s see how many times can you cum until you can’t no more.”

THE END

[horangislittletiger99]

Describing my taste in men in one image

[boy-of-death]

I want to thank all the girls and the gays that are obsessed with shows that ended 10 years ago and still write about it. Thank you for your service, you are my sole lifeline 🫡

[lordofthenerds97]

Wake Up Call

Steven Grant x Reader Rating: E, 18+, MDNI Summary: You were tired and irritated. You did not want to go to work. So, what better way to wake up than your boyfriend's thigh between your legs?

A/N: This was originally supposed to be just a cute lil blurb for @area-fiftyone, and it ended up morphing into this monster 😂 I blame you, darling. And she's just fueling my newfound obsession with this man, so maybe expect a pt 2 at some point?

You woke with a groan, throwing an arm over your eyes to try and block out the light that was streaming through the window. The alarm was blaring insistently somewhere to your left and you haphazardly swatted for the off button.

When it continued to howl in protest despite your attempts to silence it, you snarled in frustration and slammed the side of your fist into the clock, feeling the crunch of the small appliance under your hand. You shook your hand out, wincing at the discomfort and the shards of plastic that were digging into your skin.

Shit, you thought. There goes another one.

You didn’t really have the energy to care about the fact you’d have to stop by a shop on your way home…in fact, you didn’t really have the energy for anything at all at the moment.

You were just so damn tired.

Between work, looking for a flat of your own, your ass of a brother getting himself in trouble again, and the stress of trying to make it in London of all places, it was no wonder exhaustion was beginning to creep in.

You laid there for a moment, arm slung over your eyes, and tried to convince yourself that you needed to get up.

The alarm you set was barely going to give you time to dress and take the train, much less dally around in bed.

But, instead of slowly pulling yourself to your feet (like you knew you should) and getting dressed for work (you really should, if you kept this up, you were going to be late and probably reprimanded), you snuggled deeper into the mattress, the warmth radiating around you and pulling you back in.

The autumn air had chilled the flat, and you knew the wood floors were going to be hell on your feet as soon as you stood. Goosebumps had already risen on your skin, and you didn’t want to face the cold just yet.

Not when the warmth of the bed was practically heaven compared to what you would have to deal with when you did finally get up.

A deep hum reverberated at your back and you smiled sleepily as a large arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you backwards against a solid, warm chest. You almost yelped at being dragged away from the heat your body had carved out of the mattress, but feeling him press up against you halted any squirming on your part.

“Someone’s rather grumpy this morning.”

His voice was deep and raspy with sleep as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, nosing your hair out of the way so he could place gentle kisses to your bare skin.

A small shiver ran down your spine as his arm tightened around you. A soft sigh escaped your lips as he hummed again, his fingers tracing mindless patterns across your bare stomach.

You couldn’t deny that this was your favorite way to wake up.

Steven pulled you tighter against him, his thigh slipping between your legs. You bit back a moan as he rocked back and forth, his thigh dragging deliciously across your cunt. The heat from his naked form made you forget, at least for a moment, what you had been upset about in the first place.

You burrowed further into the sheets, wrapping the silky softness around yourself. Steven curled around you like a cat, spreading soft kisses across your bare shoulders and alternating between slowly grinding his hips against your ass and helping you ride his thigh. A quiet moan was pulled from your throat as he reached up, his hand fitting perfectly around the swell of your breast.

“Steven,” you gasped, pushing your hips back to meet him.

He grunted against you, rolling your nipple between his fingers and teasing your already bruised skin with his teeth.

You could feel the press of his cock at your back, teasing your cheeks apart ever so slightly and dipping between them as he rut into you. His other arm had managed to worm its way under you, coming up to palm at your other breast. You gasped and arched into him as he teased and tweaked your nipples. Your hand flew back to tangle into his velvety curls.

Steven growled, his lips moving from your shoulder to your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking the delicate skin into his mouth and purposely taking extra time to leave a mark. One of his hands traveled down your stomach, his fingers splaying wide as he came down to rest where your body connected with his thigh.

“So wet f’me already, love,” he whispered, his sleep-addled voice sending your head spinning. His fingers spread your lower lips apart, cradling either side of your pulsing clit. But instead of adding pressure or teasing you or providing something, he simply held his fingers there, pressing his leg up into you and encouraging you to move.

You keened and rolled your hips, grinding down onto his thigh, catching his fingers in the process. The angle that he caught your clit between his thigh and finger sent a shock of pain and pleasure down your spine and had your eyes rolling back. You could feel Steven grinning against your neck. He pressed another hot, open mouthed kiss to your skin before drawing back up and nipping on your earlobe gently. “Gonna make you come just like this,” he growled, tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. “Riding my thigh with my cock in your arse.”

You gasped and nodded, sliding up and down his thigh with ease. You’d coated him with your slick already, and with the way he was whispering in your ear, you could feel the wetness oozing from your core as it clenched around nothing.

“Yes,” you replied, tugging at the strands of hair that were still tangled around your fingers. “Please, Steven-“

He hummed approvingly, reaching up and rubbing a delicate circle around your clit.

You couldn’t resist. You reached up with your free hand, squeezing your tit and grinding down harder onto his hand. It was devastating to not have both his hands on you; to not feel the drag of his fingers inside you and the pinch of his other hand on your nipples. You whimpered, your palm considerably smaller and nowhere near as calloused or rough as Steven’s.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “Beggin’ f’me like that? Grinding your cunt on my thigh?”

You moaned, desperate to feel more of him. “Steven, please,”

“Please, what, love?” he asked, canting his hips upwards. His cock dragged through your backside agonizingly slow, and you could practically hear him grinding his teeth.

For a moment, you were wondering why he was taking a page from Marc’s book, but the thought was gone as soon as you heard his deep voice again.

“Use your words, darling. I’m not a mind reader, now am I?”

You wanted to growl in frustration at the sarcasm clearly dripping from that sinful mouth. But all you could do was whine when he removed his hand from you, making you chase your own high. “Please,” you mewled, rocking your hips and trying to find that delicious drag of your clit against him. “Please, Steven, need you to touch me. Need your hands. Need your fingers. Need your cock.”

He chuckled, a low and deep rumble that shook his chest and vibrated against your back. The sound made your core pulse with need and you whimpered as he worked a hand between the two of you, his fingers pressing just inside your aching hole.

“Ah!”

Your nerves were on fire with his touch. Your legs trembled and shook as he traced an airy circle around your entrance with a feather light touch that had you crying out and trying to shove your hips down onto his fingers. You could feel the tension pulling and boiling low in your belly.

Steven growled in your ear, a low and primal sound that made your toes tingle with anticipation. It wasn’t often you got to see this side of him; this side that was patient and demanding instead of rabid and insatiable. He thrust his hips up and you let out a sob. You could feel the thick head of his cock bumping against your tight hole as he thrust and rut into you. The thought of him breaching that hole, of fucking you in the ass, of his cock pounding into you while you chased your own pleasure on his naked thigh, had you tipping over the edge. Blinding, white hot pleasure surged through you and you couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from your throat as Steven finally, finally sank his fingers into you, working you through your climax. Your toes curled and you threw your head back, sure you knocked into his forehead as you arched into the pleasure. His cock was still sliding through your cheeks and you could feel it nudging at the puckered ring of muscle-

“Yes, God, Steven, yes-” you babbled, feeling his fingers curl and twist inside you as he milked everything you had to give him.

“That’s it, love. Soak my hand.” he rasped, latching onto your neck right below your ear.

You ground down onto him, whimpering and begging for more.

And as quickly as his touch was there, it disappeared. You whined at the loss, turning to look at him over your shoulder, confusion and indignation cutting through the hazy bliss. “What’re you-”

Manhandling wasn’t something Steven normally did. Even in the most intimate moments, he never handled you like Jake, or even Marc. He would carefully maneuver you into position, praising your every move and telling you how good you were doing. So when you were yanked sideways by a strong hand on your throat (one that was dripping with your cum), an involuntary yelp left your lips.

Steven was suddenly on top of you, slotted between your legs with the fingers of one hand splayed wide and wrapped around the base of your throat with the heel of his hand pressing down into your chest. His other arm braced the weight of his upper body above you.

Your head was spinning. You were dizzy with want, the bliss of your orgasm fading into a heady need to have him inside you. And judging by the way he stared down at you, he was feeling much the same.

His unruly black curls fell into his face, frizzy and unkempt from having your fingers holding on for dear life. You expected his breathing to be heavy, at least, or even sporadic and coming in ragged pants like yours was.

Instead, you were staring at the very visage of control. He squeezed your throat slightly, making you swallow, before grabbing your jaw and pulling your head up for a kiss.

For a brief moment, you wondered if one of the others had taken control. This wasn’t like Steven.

No…your Steven was sweet and gentle and would torture you with pleasure. He was adorable and kind and ever so eager to please you, whether it was with his cock or his tongue.

But whatever had gotten into Steven today…you couldn’t say you hated the change of pace. Besides, the gathering wetness between your legs would prove you a liar anyways.

He licked into your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to open for him, allowing him to explore to his heart’s content. His cock was a heavy weight on your stomach, and you could feel it twitching against you, practically begging for attention.

You tried to reach down and take him in your hand but he pulled away from the kiss, snagging your bottom lip between his teeth as he did, and smacked your hand away.

“‘M not coming anywhere except in that gorgeous cunt,” he said, pupils so wide they almost swallowed his chocolate brown irises. You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone words, so you simply nodded. He growled again, leaning over you to suck another dark mark into your left breast while massaging the other. “Felt the way you fucked yourself on my fingers when I got close to your arse,” he said, moving to kiss and nip at your other tit. “That what you want? Yeah?”

You moaned, arching into his mouth and tangling your fingers into his hair again.

God, his voice.

“Yes,” you begged, nails digging into his scalp and scratching a little harder than you meant to. “Please!”

The chuckle he let out was low and dark and made you shiver. He licked his way up your throat, brushing his lips against your ear.

“No.”

You stilled below him, eyes wide as he pulled back to stare down at you with a smirk. “I’m going to fuck this cunt until you’re screaming. And then, if you’re good, maybe I’ll take your arse.”

“I’ll be good,” you whined immediately. You bit your bottom lip, glancing away at his approving hum.

“I know you will, love,” he said gently, leaning down for another kiss. It was soft and tender and everything your Steven embodied. You wiggled your hips slightly, making him groan and readjust above you before breaking the kiss “Always such a good girl for me.”

You nodded feverishly, dragging your nails down his shoulders and taking them across his back.

He hissed, reaching down and grabbing the meat of your thigh, hiking your leg up and over his shoulder. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock notching at your entrance.

It was then that you noticed his chest was beginning to heave, and he dropped his forehead down to rest against yours. “Ready for me?” he asked.

You swallowed and nodded, curling your other leg around his hip and digging your heel into his backside to encourage him forward. With a moan, he sank into you.

“Oh god, just like that, Steven!” you said, rolling your hips and panting into his mouth as he sought your lips out for a searing kiss. He moaned into you as your walls clamped down around him. He slowly dragged out of you, the swell of his cock hitting every nerve ending you had. When he rested just inside you, he slammed back in, making you shake with need.

His lips were everywhere; on your throat, your mouth, your chest, laving up the mess he’d made earlier by smearing your cum all over your marked up skin. The sounds coming from his mouth were downright sinful, and you briefly thought that he had no right to sound like that while he was pounding into you mercilessly.

His hand skimmed down your leg, grabbing your knee and jumping your leg higher around his waist as he tried to fold you in half atop the mattress. A strangled sound, somewhere between a plea and a moan, came from the back of your throat, and he rolled his hips before smacking your ass as he delivered another harsh thrust.

“Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?” he asked.

You whimpered and reached for him, fingers digging into his bicep. “I’m trying,” you panted. “Trying to be good for you. Ah, there-“

He had reached between your connected bodies, his deft and expert fingers finding your swollen clit and applying pressure in a steady circle that had you raking your nails down his arm and pulling your leg off his shoulder to wrap it around his waist.

He grunted at the sudden movement, and you used the bit of momentum to roll the two of you over, your knee pressing into his ribs in that self defense move Jake had taught you, before Steven’s back hit the mattress.

Stars exploded behind your eyes and he let out a quiet, “Oof,” as you sank further onto his cock.

Your palms were flat on his chest to hold yourself up and Steven’s eyes bored into yours as he gripped your hips, using that deceptive strength and forcing you to rise to your knees and pull him out of you.

“That,” he said, his voice quivering, “Was quite the opposite of good, darling.”

You whimpered and nodded. The muscles in your legs trembled as you tried to hold yourself up like he wanted, but dammit, he was right there.

“I’m sorry,” you said, rolling your hips and trying to lower yourself onto him. His fingers dug into your hips, making you whine. You knew there would be bruises later. “I’m sorry baby, you just feel so good,”

He hummed, looking up at you with an expression you couldn’t place. Steven pulled you down, hard. You cried out as your hips slapped against his, your clit grinding against his pelvic bone. You could feel his fingers kneading and teasing the flesh of your ass as he worked you to your knees again, this time slamming up into you when that aching need to have him fill you completely was about to bubble over. He held you there as he lowered himself back to the bed, cursing under his breath at how tight you were.

“Fuck,” he snarled, dragging you back down, spreading your cheeks apart as he did.

“Steven,” you gasped, losing your balance and falling over him. You caught yourself on your forearm beside his head, feeling your hair stick to your forehead as you tried to catch yourself breath. You could feel his index finger getting closer and closer to that little puckered hole, and you grit your teeth, your cunt clenching around him.

“Come for me,” he growled, running his finger around the tight ring of muscle before pulling his hand away and delivering a punishing smack to your right cheek.

Who were you to deny him?

You let go of that building tension, losing yourself to the abyss as spark shot down your spine and made your whole body quiver.

“Steven,” you whined.

“Right here, love,” he replied, his hand tangling in your hair and guiding your forehead to his. He thrust into you a few more times, erratic and uncoordinated, before spilling himself inside you.

Your eyes were closed as you laid there, forehead against his, bodies tangled together, sharing a breath. When you opened your eyes, Steven was already looking at you.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded wordlessly, and he gave you a crooked smile, reaching out with his thumb to brush away a few stray pieces of hair.

“God, I love you.” he said after a moment, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

You hummed against him. “I love you too.” you replied when he let you go.

“Your coffee should be ready,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I made you some before you woke up. Well…Marc helped. I’m bloody awful at making American drinks.”

You snorted, settling against his chest. “I’m sure it’ll be great, baby.”

He kissed the top of your head. “We should get up and get you showered and fed, yeah? Can’t start a holiday without a proper breakfast.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head to see him better. “Holiday?”

He grinned, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah! Didn’t we tell you?”

You shook your head.

“You know that trip to the Netherlands you’ve been talking about?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, you’ll want to spend the day packing, love. We’ve got a plane to catch tonight.” 

[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 7- Marc Spector

Kinks- anal, double penetration, toys

Marc Spector x fem!reader

Word count- 1.5k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), unprotected sex, pwp, established relationship, toys, overstim, praise, feelings, no physical description of reader other than body parts, no use of y/n

Notes- I love writing Marc with a filthy mouth and lots of praise it's just so much fun! And i need Moon Knight season 2 like yesterday lol!! This one was so fun to write and I'm happy with how it turned out so I hope y'all like it too!!

~

“Oh shit, baby,” Marc groaned, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Marc…” you whined as you clutched the sheets, “Feels so good…”

“You feel so good, baby,” he purred in your ear. 

He had you on your stomach, a pillow propped up on your hips to give him better access to your pussy. Sweat lined both your bodies as he thrust into you over and over again, hitting spots so deep that your mind spun. Your eyes rolled back into your head with every thrust of his hips and your mouth hung open so every moan and cry flowed freely. And both of you loved it.

“Fuuuck… Marc…” you mewled as he drove his cock even deeper than you ever thought possible, making you see stars. You clawed at the sheets as you screamed loudly as tears filled the corners of your eyes. 

“Baby,” he mumbled incoherent praise as he nibbled on your ear, “Oh fuck…”

Every muscle in your body tensed as your climax suddenly snuck up on you. You cried out in pure ecstasy as you trembled underneath Marc, your inner muscles squeezing his cock as you came hard. The tears in your eyes flowed freely as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into you. 

“Shit baby,” Marc groaned as he felt a wave of pleasure run up his spine as he savored the feeling of your release, “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he kissed his way along your neck, turning your head to kiss you deeply on the lips, “You think you’re ready for what’s next now?” he purred against your lips.

“Fuck yes,” you panted as you caught your breath. Between your orgasm and the way Marc kissed you, you felt like all the air had been sucked from your lungs. 

“That’s my girl,” he kissed you again before he grunted as he lifted himself up and slowly pulled out of you. “Fuck…” Marc was captivated as he watched your pussy clench around nothing as he pulled out of you. Between your legs glistened with your release as you laid comfortably on your stomach right where he left you. Trailing his gaze up, Marc’s eyes landed on the jewel that sat nested in your other hole. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get prettier,” he murmured as he caressed your ass.

“Marc…” you whined as you felt his hand on your ass. As nervous as you were at first, you were even more needy for him to fuck you in the ass now. You trusted him, and you needed to feel him inside you more than anything. “Please…” you begged. 

“I can’t say no to you, baby,” he groaned as he carefully wrapped his fingers around the toy, “Deep breath, baby.”

You winced as he slowly pulled the plug out of your ass, but you could tell even in your post climax haze that he was extra careful with you. Faintly, you heard soft words of praise as he caressed your body with his free hand as he finished pulling the toy out and set it aside. From behind you, there was a pop as Marc opened the lube and thoroughly coated his cock with it.

“You ready, baby?” he asked, his tone low with concern.

“Ready,” you breathed as you propped yourself up some more, presenting your ass for him.

“Shit…” Marc gasped at your display. He froze in awe as he soaked in the sight of you before him, but then he got an idea. “Wait here.”

Before you could ask what he was up to, Marc was gone and back in a flash. You felt the bed dip behind you once more  as he settled back into position.

“Tell me the moment it gets too much. Got it?” He turned serious.

“I will,” you promised.

Marc leaned over and kissed your lower back as he eased a toy into your still soaking wet pussy. He groaned against your skin as you cried out as he nestled it deep inside you. 

“Good girl,” he moaned as he stroked his cock once more, coating it with more lube, “Now, you ready for me?”

“Oh fuck yes,” you didn’t care how eager you sounded, you needed him.

Marc groaned as he squeezed your ass, slapping it once before kneading your soft flesh and parting it to reveal your asshole. He swallowed hard, focusing as he lined himself up with your tight hole before he slowly pushed just the tip in. Both of you gasped at the intrusion, but moans and cries of pleasure from both of you quickly filled the room.

“You ok, baby?” Marc panted as he fought with everything he had to hold himself back as he moved as slow as he possibly could to avoid hurting you.

“Yes,” you gasped as you clutched at the sheets, “It hurts a bit,” you admitted in a hushed tone, “But I’m ok… Starting to feel good.”

“Fuck you feel so good,” he groaned as more of his cock pushed into your ass, “So tight,” Marc caressed your hips as he finally sheathed himself completely inside you, “I won’t last long, baby.”

“Marc…” you whined as your emotions completely overwhelmed you. Never before in your life had you felt more full, more satisfied, more loved. It wasn’t just that Marc had both of your holes stuffed full. It was the way he tenderly held you, making sure he never hurt you while he took your ass for the first time. It was the way he kissed your skin and whispered sweet nothings against you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured as he rocked back and slowly thrust forward, eliciting a moan from you, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

All you could do was moan, even though you wanted to say how much you trusted him. You wanted to tell him how safe you felt in his arms. You wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, even though the pain. But all you could do was moan and cry out with every thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, baby,” Marc grunted, “You feel so good,” he repeated himself over and over, the same praises the same curses as he started to speed up his thrusts, “Won’t last long… Fuck…”

“Marc… Fuck…” was all you could get out as you felt his cock rock in and out of your ass while the toy started nested in your pussy. With every time he moved, it jostled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot again and again. 

Marc snaked one hand out in front of you, taking your hand in his. He clutched it tightly as he thrust into you, holding you tightly. His other hand reached around your hip to rub at your clit, and you could tell he was close and wanted to take you over the edge with him. It was an edge you would gladly follow him over.

“Baby… Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, “Cum with me, baby. Let me feel you,” he grunted as he felt a tingle up his spine and he knew he was about to explode, “Come on, baby. I’ve got you.”

“Marc!” you screamed as his words were the last push you needed.

With one final deep thrust, both you and Marc fell apart at the same time. He groaned your name in your ear as he spilled himself deep inside you. His legs trembled as he fought to keep himself from collapsing on top of you while your whole body shook underneath him. A harmony of yours and his screams echoed in the room as he rode out your climaxes together, his hand still tightly holding yours.

As you whimpered, Marc slowed his thrusts, kissing anywhere he could reach as he stilled himself. “Hang on, baby,” he groaned, his throat sore, “I’ve got you.”

Carefully, Marc pulled out of you just as slowly as he pushed in. Both of you gasped and whined as he did, the act almost as intimate as when he entered you the first time. Marc never let go of your hand, and he kissed along your back in a comforting gesture. Once he was fully out of you, he stopped for a moment and watched as his seed came next, leaking out of your ass and down your folds. 

“Baby, I lied before,” Marc admitted.

“What?” your mind was still a whirlwind, but you turned over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Your eyes were puffy from the tears and you were sure you looked like a mess. But Marc only stared at you with loving adoration and a big grin on his face.

“Now you’ve never looked more beautiful,” he said with a smile that lit up the room.

“Shut up,” you giggled as you flopped back down onto the bed.

Marc joined in your laughter as he leaned forward and kissed your skin, staring at your ass. He made his way up your back, stopping to nibble at your shoulder before making his way up your neck. His large hand caressed your jaw and turned you to meet his lips where he kissed you deeply. His tongue immediately darted past your lips to taste you and hold your tongue with his. 

“I love you, baby,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too, Marc,” you murmured back.

“Now let me take care of you.”

“You always do, baby,” you replied with a smirk.

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 69

A/N : nice

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : okay so like- im kinda back into it?? college is going great and i think im out of my depression era so HEY GUYS!!!!!!

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, casper hart(OC) x reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, multiverse nonsense, nothing makes sense, making multiverse friends, bad words, reuniting, and then a call from casper, let me know if i missed anything

~~~

Saying incoherently, 'motherfucker- where am I now…?' You quickly look about, attempting to figure out where you are, while muttering to yourself. 

The enormous windows letting sunlight into the large room add to the luxury surroundings, which give the image of a sumptuous mansion. Your eyes linger on the immaculate couches, which appear to have been sat on very little, if at all.

Once you hear footsteps approaching, you become apprehensive and go quickly behind one of the soft furnishings. 

Out of sight, your heart thumping in the stillness, your pulse accelerating with every second. Your unexpected arrival in this opulent home is made more mysterious by the obvious tension in the air.

Looking out from where you are, you see a man entering the kitchen, which is connected to the living room where you are now standing. If you look attentively at him, you can see that he looks tired and worn out, which is confirmed when he carefully pours himself a drink at the counter. 

Your expression becomes confused when you see him turn around and hold the glass to his lips while sipping from it. 

A sardonic grin appears on your face as you imagine this figure to be someone you know, particularly your dads, but with a hilarious twist—somehow, like your father if he were to be bald.

A surprising scene unfolds in front of you as you stand in the peaceful calm of the moment, adding a lovely whimsical touch to the tense atmosphere that surrounds you. 

A rush of bewilderment swept over you as you furrowed your brows, filling your head with doubts about who the person in front of you was. There was an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach as you continued to wonder who you were actually staring at. 

But as soon as your eyes locked with his, you felt a tremendous wave of familiarity, and everything came to you with a startling clarity.

The world appeared to stop for a moment as he gave you the look in return, his eyes meeting yours with a fierce, unblinking intensity. 

You were immobile, your body almost automatically hiding behind the couch's protection, as though it were trying to escape the severity of what was happening to you.

Time seemed to have stopped, trapping you in that instant of realization and bewilderment, a precarious equilibrium between awareness and fear. 

Each detail was sharply engraved into your mind, belying the strange nature of the event, as the scene unfolded like a tableau. 

And you couldn't help but ponder about the ramifications of this unexpected encounter as you stayed motionless, concealed behind the couch.

He arched an eyebrow and said, "Now what are you doing here in my home, girly?" in a little suspicious tone. The puzzled look on your face grew deeper as he sipped his drink slowly, and you began to feel uneasy. 

You got to your feet gingerly, your palms up in a sign of submission, not knowing how to answer his surprise query in such a strange place.

As she looked about the room, she carefully remarked, "I don't mean to intrude," her words tinged with worry. 

The man said, "That's not what it looks like." Grinning subtly, he retrieved a stylish smartphone from his pocket and quickly dialed three numbers with well-honed accuracy. 

You exhale a long sigh of resignation and set out into the unknown depths of the next dimension.

~~~

After exhausting all other options, Jake and Layla spent the night in a nearby homeless shelter. The warm, compassionate vibes emanating from the very friendly women who worked there welcomed their weary eyes as they entered the institution. 

These kind hearted people embraced Jake and Layla, providing them with more than just short-term housing—they gave them hope at a period of uncertainty. 

In contrast to the chilly streets they had explored hours earlier, the women showed them to their own beds, which were modest but comfortable places to sleep. 

The shelter volunteers carefully prepared a warm dinner for them to eat, which the two avatars were extremely grateful for.

Having found an ally in their cause, Jake let out a sigh of relief as he continued to shovel food into his mouth. 

He muttered, "I'm glad we have someone on our side," in between mouthfuls. Layla smirked as she pointed out the truth of their predicament in her incisive answer. 

She questioned, "You mean underpaid women from another universe?" The weight they carried on their shoulders weighed heavily in the air, reminding them of their predicament despite their casual joking.

Jake rolls his eyes at his companion's casual remark, experiencing a wave of annoyance. The only sound to accompany their shared dinner is the clinking of cutlery as they both discreetly return to their own meals while the tension lingers in the air.

After standing apprehensively, Layla eventually found the confidence to ask her query. "Can I see Marc?" Her voice, which was a mixture of anxiety and longing, was hardly audible above a whisper.

At her request, Jake's stern face softened a little, his features loosening as he gave her request some thought. He nodded gently and agreed, but not before reminding her, "Just keep it PG, alright?"

“You’re such an ass, Jake.”

~~~

The strange experience of seeing your dad's doppelgängers, each of whom seemed as a different person, started to have a profound impact on you as you traveled through one universe after another. 

The weight of this phenomena increased with every new experience, settling you with a sensation of uncertainty and uneasiness. 

You were left feeling increasingly confused and emotionally strained as a result of these frequent glimpses of various incarnations of a familiar face, which made it difficult to distinguish between the actual world and the fantastical.

After seeing the hardships of a struggling musician, meeting a promiscuous man, meeting a dignified duke, discovering a group involved in questionable activities, and ending up stranded in a spacecraft, you are now alone with nothing to keep you company but the cold metal floor below you, your head in your hands, and you are thinking back on the series of events that brought you to this lonely moment.

Anxiety gnawed at you as you thought about the new version of your father appearing eventually. 

What if there was a dark side to this current version of him, turning him into a villain? The very idea of people wearing your father's face doing evil things made you sick. 

You felt a discordant chord when you witnessed familiar features contrasted with abhorrent behavior.

You startle out of your deep thought as a succession of gentle beeps abruptly disturb the silence, causing you to flinch a little. 

Up until the sudden sound, you had been so engrossed in your thoughts that you had been totally oblivious to your surroundings. It was like a trance being broken and brought back to reality. 

When the noise's origin finally dawns on you, you turn to see an odd sight next to you. In front of you was a small, round, seemingly innocuous robotic figure. 

Despite being mechanical, its face—or what may be called a face—looked strangely adorable. Its appeal was only enhanced by the fine intricacies in its design.

Once again, the robot beeps playfully before carefully approaching the spot where you were sitting. As you watched it move with a mixture of interest and laughter, you couldn't help but wonder what it was doing. 

Did it have a more sophisticated intelligence than its cute looks, or was it just programmed to engage with onlookers?

You were charmed by the innocent manner of the small robot as it rolled closer to you. It seemed to be requesting your attention, a quiet plea for company. 

Despite your first astonishment, you and this endearing creation started to feel warm and connected. 

The metallic creature appears to be pulled to your outstretched hand as you sit there in wonder, your eyes focused on the tiny robot before you hesitantly extend a hand towards it, beeping a succession of happy melodies like a symphony of excitement.

As you watch the tiny mechanical wonder zigzagging across the surface, its beeps blending with the faint but distinct sound of its sirens, a gentle exhale from your lips and your body eases into a more comfortable position.

You remark gently, "If you're trying to talk to me, I can't understand you," with a hint of regret in your voice. 

A dejected smile lights up your face, lending the situation a hint of melancholy. The bot, seeming almost bewildered, cautiously approaches you, its mechanical motions a little clumsy as it unintentionally strikes the tip of your shoe. 

But when you observe the bot's attempt to interact with you, you have a warm look on your face that combines humor and compassion. 

Grinning broadly, you extend your hand again, your fingers following the fine ridges and ridges of the metal, a motion that is at once tender and inquisitive. 

You firmly declare, "I don't speak robot," as you face the circular bot in front of you with your arms crossed. 

Unaffected by your comments, the mechanical thing beeps once and then turns dutifully in the direction of the approaching footfall from outside in the long narrow hallway.

"BB-8, now's not the time to be playing hide and seek," When he notices you sitting on the floor, a man's voice stops its feverish whispering.

With a tired sigh, you anticipate the man's next move and begin your introduction before he can say anything. 

The familiar phrases flow naturally from your lips as you dive into your practiced speech with a sense of urgency.

"My name is y/n Spector-Grant-Lockley-El Fouly, and I want you to know that I'm not here to hurt you, violate your privacy, or take anything from you. I'm from a different universe. Finding my dads is the only reason I'm here"

“…Okay.”

Raising your head, you see a mirrored version of your own father standing in front of you, and a wave of déjà vu passes over you. Although his face is an exact clone of your dad's typically composed manner, there is a little intensity in his eyes that permeates the atmosphere. 

"Okay?" you repeat, the word weighing heavily on the air between you with unanswered questions. You feel a change in the air, a tension that wasn't there previously, as though this meeting has more meaning than you initially realize. 

You find yourself reaching for words to break the spell as the quiet lingers, pregnant with meanings that cannot be expressed. At last, you are able to express your perplexity, "That's it?" 

"Well, you know, my friend here is really picky about introductions. He doesn't just let them in." He shrugged nonchalantly as he watched his robotic companion walk in a slow circle around his legs. 

"Plus, it seems like you've had a long day and might not have the energy to make a bad impression," he said.

You found yourself letting out another weary sigh as the fatigue began to set in again. You leaned your head back against the cool wall behind you and closed your eyes for a while, reliving the day's events. 

With an inquisitive yet amiable gaze, the man crouchs away from you. He mutters, "Maybe the reason people are thrown off is because you have a million last names," almost amused. 

You gently turn, meeting his gaze with a small smile on the corners of your lips. "Maybe," you answer, your eyes sparkling with amusement, "So... I don't understand what your robot is saying. He was introducing himself, right?” 

You stoop a little, curious to see what the robot is trying to tell you, curious to understand the mechanical entity's attempt at communication.

There was a glimmer of joy in his eyes as he nodded. He responded, "Yeah, his name is BB-8," in an admiring tone. He proudly clarified, "And he's not just any ordinary robot, he's a droid," 

He shook his head in dissent when asked if a robot and a droid were the same thing. He explained, "No, they are quite different," eager to impart his expertise. 

In the reality of this world, there was no doubt about the difference between the two: a droid was made for a specific purpose and had sophisticated technological capabilities, but a robot was just a machine.

As you return your focus to the droid in front of you, you hear a quiet "hm" slip out of your mouth. 

Despite the droid's absence of facial expressions, you try to project warmth by smiling softly and saying, "It's nice to meet you then." As a sign of its friendliness, BB-8 replies with a string of upbeat beeps and whistles. 

You laugh at the droid's amusing antics as it scurries around with excitement and bumps into your shoe once more.

"Oh, and my name is Poe." The man greets you with a warm smile and holds out his hand for a handshake. "Poe Dameron." 

His solid grasp gives you a pleasant sense of kinship as you return the gesture. Poe smiles and gives you a hand up after you exchange names. His manner conveys a combination of assurance and sincere goodwill.

"so.. another universe, huh?" You nod as he leads you out of the tiny space.

"Yes, how come you're handling this so well?" Unable to understand how he seems so calm in the face of such mind-bending revelations, his posture unflinching in the face of the remarkable, you ask, your voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, and he answers with a calm smile.

Poe lifts his shoulders a little before he speaks, his demeanor casual. "You know, I have this friend that does the most amazing things that leave you speechless. In addition, there are a billion galaxies in the huge, mind-blowing region in which we exist. In light of all of that, the notion that there are several universes doesn't seem all that absurd, does it?” He explains dramatically.

Based on your facial expression, which verges on admiration, you ponder his remarks for a while. "Well, that's.. interesting. It feels oddly comforting if you think about it that way.”

When he says, "Well, I'm going to get you two could meet; I have a feeling that she might be able to provide some valuable assistance or guidance to you in one way or another," he holds the door open with a kind smile on his face, showing that he is willing to help you meet the person he thinks could be able to help in some way or offer insightful advice.

You say, "Huh, I guess this universe doesn't completely suck," as a smile spreads across your face and a gleam of hope and optimism sparkles in your eyes. 

The comforting reply, "Ah, you'd be surprised," has a tinge of mystery about it, as though they have a secret that could permanently alter your viewpoint.

~~~

Poe had introduced you to a courageous man named Finn and a kind woman named Rey. 

According to the description, Rey had a strange power called "the force," the full scope of which you were never told. Poe suggested that Rey might be able to access your mind and provide direction for your future path. Conversely, Finn radiated a feeling of unflinching loyalty and calm power. 

You could not help but feel a sense of wonder and eagerness growing within you as you watched their exchanges and sensed their unsaid connection. 

You are currently following Rey's instructions and practicing meditation, despite the difficulty posed by your dimension-changing-bracelet-things lack of direction. I

It's an intriguing contrast to be using a technique that doesn't offer a clear path to navigate through the unknown, but here you are, accepting the peace of meditation as a means of self-centering. 

"Take a moment to clear your mind, y/n," Rey says in a soothing voice that reverberates across the space. Sitting across from you, she looks up at you with a calm expression on her face. 

Around the ship, Poe, Finn, and BB-8 are all busy with different chores. With a gleam of hope in her eyes, she adds, "If you focus, you might find a newfound ability within yourself. Imagine utilizing your watch to precisely locate the whereabouts of your parents and then embarking on a journey to reunite with them." 

With a sense of adventure and potential, the suggestion remains in the air. It seems as though Rey's words have given you a sense of resolve and unlocked a world of limitless possibilities.

With a trace of amusement dancing in your voice, you jokingly say, "You sound like Khonshu. All mysterious and cryptic." You like the comparison, as seen by the slight smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth.

Rey furrows her brow, obviously perplexed by your allusion. "What's a Khonshu?" she asks, intrigued by the strange moniker.

Though he is your honorary grandfather, you pause for a time, wondering how to describe the mysterious character of Khonshu, a man enshrouded in old stories and traditions. 

But after a moment of hesitation, you just shake your head and respond with a little, sardonic smile, "...nevermind."

She looks at you with an eyebrow up, and there's a hint of suspicion in her face that makes you blink and open your eyes again without realizing it, a faint shivering running down your back. 

The y/n-tingle that had briefly been under your skin now starts to get stronger, takes the form of a tingling sensation that prickles and tingles, and you move slightly under her examining gaze.

"..well anyways," she began in a gentle and comforting tone, "I could try to access your subconscious mind to find out where your parents are," she said swiftly, "of course, only if you are comfortable with that." 

A look of concern and resolve flashed over her eyes as she delicately reached her hands towards your temples.

After giving it a moment to stew, you nodded firmly, stating that you would stop at nothing to be with your loved ones again, your need for their company intense.

You felt reassured and at ease when you saw Rey's warm smile. She softly said, "Take a deep breath and let go of any tension, just unwind and have faith that everything will work out. It won't take long, so there's no reason to resist."

Sensing the warmth of her words, you obeyed and closed your eyes, following Rey's instructions to take a deep breath and let go of any anxiety that was bothering you.

You experience a slow detachment as though your consciousness is floating away, putting you in a state of mental suspension while Rey looks for hints to find your parents' auras. 

Your senses are overloaded with glimpses of the past and feelings as memories begin to flood in, racing across your mind at breakneck speed. Each memory flashes vividly before blending into the next, creating a mental tornado due to the intensity of the rush of memories. 

In the midst of this swirl of memories, Rey's attention becomes more acute, searching the area for anything of importance that would point her in the direction of your parents' auras.

As she carefully and purposefully gathers each clue, assembling the jigsaw with a resolute determination, the urgency of her search grows. 

As the link between the memories and Rey's search gradually becomes apparent, you experience a growing sense of expectancy, a mixture of thrill and fear. 

The sensations and pictures that surround you act as a portal, revealing secrets and solving the enigma surrounding your past. 

As time goes on, the overlapping stories of your recollections and Rey's objective come together, gradually entangling you in the mysterious web of your entwined fate.

As they observed you both, Poe and Finn exchanged nervous looks, a tinge of concern showing on their faces. 

The robot, BB-8, came toward you warily, its whirls and beeps indicating its anxiety. It made a modest, almost tentative, tilting motion with its dome, one that suggested uneasiness. 

Poe came forward, his tone gentle as he sought to console the little droid, assuring it that everything was alright.

The room appeared to come alive with a new vitality as you gasped, and Rey pulled her hands away from yours. You both returned to the present after the brief period of connection and shared trance you had entered together. Y

you both felt a sense of success and a growing bond as Rey's concentrated attempt to find the auras of your lost parents came to an end.

"He looks exactly like—" Rey interrupts herself, leaving her statement unfinished. 

You murmur, "I know... it's confusing," as the burden of the bewildering circumstance begins to weigh on you. 

As a physical expression of the cerebral tiredness brought on by attempting to make sense of the chaos of information racing through your head, your fingers automatically reach up to rub your weary eyes. 

Finn raised his voice in a curious tone, asking for clarification. "Who looks like what?" he inquired, showing interest and a wish to learn more about the circumstances.

With a warm smile in return, Rey got up right away and reached out to help you up. She smiled and said, "Congratulations, Poe," as if to say something remarkable. "You're a father in another universe," she said.

Surprised by the unexpected information, Poe chuckled a little while seeming to be amused and incredulous. 

"Nuh uh," he answered, his tone displaying a mix of suspicion and laughter at the lighthearted conversation taking place all around him.

Rey looks at him. She thinks, "Oh, in this poor little girl's world, her father—well, fathers are just like you." She turns back to you again. “I wonder where the other version of her is in this case." 

When you cocked your head in thought, a trace of bewilderment appeared on your face, as though you were attempting to solve a difficult puzzle. 

With a faint smile pulling at the edges of your lips, you asked, "Maybe I'm one of a kind...?" Your face was a mixture of playfulness and uncertainty.

Rey, wearing a knowing smirk, couldn't resist rolling her eyes in amusement at your contemplation. She said, "Believe what you must, child," with a hint of mild humor, expressing her acceptance of your distinct viewpoint and originality.

Finn's face twists in confusion as he becomes aware of how different you are from Poe "But y'all don't look alike," he says honestly. 

"I'm adopted," you reply nonchalantly. Finn's face brightens with comprehension when his eyes enlarge in shock. 

"Oh, congratulations, no shit!" He cheerfully holds out his hand, giving you a congratulatory high five and a kind grin that suggests he understands and appreciates the special circumstances of your adoption.

Rey looks at Finn, her face screaming for him to go back to the work at hand. She emphasizes the value of staying on course by asking, "Can we please get back to business?" with a trace of aggressiveness in her voice. 

Seeing the sincerity in Rey's eyes, Finn becomes clearly deflated, as if he was a kicked puppy. An apologetic "Yeah, yeah, sorry mom," he murmurs.

Rey slowly looks back at you, her eyes displaying a mix of resolve and hesitancy. She confesses quietly, "I know where they are, relatively speaking," with a note of cautious optimism in her voice. 

She says, "I can certainly assist you in an attempt to pinpoint their location on your helpful little device," in a confident yet realistic tone. But a veil of doubt dampens her prior zeal, and she pauses before continuing. 

Rey looks at you and says, "But, I must be honest with you - there's no guarantee that our efforts will yield success," with a hint of grief in her eyes as she makes a silent appeal for your understanding.

You grin at the three people in front of you with a heartfelt look of thanks, astonished by the magnitude of their assistance. 

You sincerely say, "You guys have truly made a difference.. beyond what I can put into words - I am so grateful for everything," with a determined heart. The trio smiles back at you, kindness and understanding reflected in their eyes. 

Poe says, "We hope that you find your way back home safely, kiddo," in a tone that is comforting and caring.

Playfully prodding your shoe again, the droid rolls around to you with a subtle whir, its sleek metallic shell shining under the warm glow of the overhead lights. A warm sensation blossoms in your chest as you watch its charming conduct, and you can't help but laugh at its funny antics. 

"You're a good droid," you whisper lovingly, appreciating how it reacts to your compliment. With a succession of joyful beeps, the droid's mechanical voice is filled with what can only be described as contentment. 

Then, with a feeling of purpose in its movements, it glides back over to Poe.

With a kind grin on her face, Rey takes your hands in hers and clasps them tenderly, a gesture that conveys comfort and certainty. With a gentle yet eager tone, she asks, "Are you ready?"

With a determined expression in your eyes, you slowly nod in agreement, saying, "Yes, I am ready to find my family and go back home where I belong." You feel excited and full of optimism when you consider getting back together with your loved ones. 

~~~

Thanks to the generous assistance of the committed women at the homeless shelter, Marc and Layla had thankfully accepted the healing power of a restful night's sleep, thanking them profusely before saying goodbye and moving on. 

They were unaware that the situation they were in appeared to be unsolvable; confronted with a being that was a sinister reflection of themselves, they were unable to come up with a clear solution.

Even though the situation was unsettling, going home seemed as out of the question as facing this evil doppelgänger. 

The pair, in search of peace and clarity, took refuge in the peaceful haven of a little pond, which reminded them of a happy day in your world when a mischievous duck escaped into your custody and was hidden inside your jacket.

"Do you think she's okay?" As she waits for Marc's answer, Layla asks, turning to face him with anxiety in her eyes.

"I think she's fine... knowing her, she's probably out there trying to find us, making sure we're safe," Marc responds after letting out a long sigh. You  always put other people before yourself; that's just the type of person you are.

With pride visible in her features, Layla nods in accord, her countenance softening. She smiles and says, "That's our girl," her voice full of tenderness and respect for their brave and kind daughter.

With a slight furrow of his brow, Marc appears almost hesitant as he carefully considers his words before finally mustering up the courage to ask Layla, “Our..?"

Layla nods gently in response, her eyes full of love and comprehension. "Yes, our. It's something that's expressed on paper as well as deep within our emotions," she says quietly.

Marc's expression softens, a mixture of tenderness and regret flickering across his features as he struggles to find the right words.

"Well, I had been hoping for a more opportune moment to ask you again, a moment that would be more fitting for what I have in mind, but circumstances have a way of guiding us to unexpected places," he says with an air of anxiety.

"Shut up, Marc," Layla mumbled to herself, her displeasure palpable as she dug further into her pockets, the fabric rustling with every swipe. 

Marc shifted uneasily, a scowl tarnishing his features as he sensed the stress coming from Layla.

"You could've just said no-" Marc opened his mouth to say something, but Layla cut him off with a sudden motion, her hand now coming out of her pocket and firmly gripping a small object. 

Exasperated yet loving at the same time, she reached out to him and held a tiny ring in her hand.

"I was supposed to ask you this time, stupid," Layla started hopefully at Marc, her tone softening, a tinge of humor in her remarks. 

Marc's first line of defense vanished as the revelation hit him, and he could feel the strain from the earlier denial leaving his shoulders as they relaxed. They exchanged a knowing glance that went beyond words, and their wordless connection spoke a great deal about the moment's significance.

With a flash of anxious excitement in his eyes, he takes out his own ring and shows it to Layla. A broad smile appears on his face as he playfully teases her, saying, “So ask then, dummy."

His cheekiness takes Layla by surprise, and she responds by giving him a playful yet loving slap on the head. "Marry me." she declares, her eyes sparkling. 

The moment lingers as Marc nods eagerly in response while experiencing a wave of emotions. They exchange rings, each putting the mark of their love onto the other's finger in a charming and personal gesture.

As they sit together, unified in their dedication and newly discovered delight, relishing the unique link they've just cemented via their joint promise of forever, the weight of the moment is evident.

With tears in his eyes, Marc took a deep breath before starting to speak, his voice heavy with regret. 

"I understand now, Layla. I was cruel to you, treated you poorly, and for that, I was a bad person," he confessed. "I'm truly thankful that Y/N helped reunite us." His words softened as he turned to Layla, expressing his deepest desires. 

"I long to continue this journey of parenthood with you by my side, Layla. I cherish the thought of parenting our daughter together, and I hope you can find it in your heart to be my wife once more," he whispered, the weight of his plea hanging in the air. 

Layla's touch was gentle as she raised her hand to lovingly cradle Marc's face, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of empathy and understanding. "You were dealt an unfair hand, Marc," she began softly, her voice tinged with sorrow and regret. 

"You let the anger and grief consume you, and I blame myself partially for not being there to guide you through those dark moments." With a sense of reassurance in her tone, she continued, "But know that you have found redemption in the face of adversity. Yes, you've done things you're not proud of, but a significant portion of the blame lies with Khonshu." 

A bittersweet chuckle escaped her lips, carrying a mix of amusement and relief, as she added a light-hearted touch to the weight of their conversation.

“I think.. We are both ready to communicate better. Like adults” Layla nods firmly.

As Marc nodded and leaned closer to Layla, their connection was evident in the air, conveying his intense feelings. He whispered softly, "I love you, Layla," the words bearing the weight of his sincere love.

His statement caused Layla's own smile to expand, reflecting the joy and love in her heart. She added earnestly, "I love you too, Marc," her eyes gleaming with affection and tenderness. 

Just as the two lovers were about to close the physical gap between them, a strange, humanoid figure suddenly fell into Marc's lap. Marc was startled out of the private moment with a pained groan as he staggered backwards due to the abrupt weight and contact. 

The possibility of intimacy between the two was destroyed in that instant, and in its stead came a feeling of perplexity and disbelief at the odd development. 

"What the fuck was that!?" Marc, taken aback by the unexpected interruption, shoved the person away with an audible groan that echoed through the air.

"It's Y/N!" Layla came running over to lend a helping hand, reaching out to help you get your bearings, and her voice cut through the chaos with a tone that was both relieved and urgent. 

After processing Layla's remarks, Marc's initial disbelief gave way to a rush of awareness and alarm as he realized how serious the situation was. 

"What?! Oh my god - Y/N!" he said, his voice becoming softer as he rose to his feet, his movements becoming automatic as he embraced you in a comforting and cozy hug. 

The tension from the unexpected meeting slowly subsided as Marc and Layla came together for a moment, their mutual concern for your welfare creating a wall of protection around you.

The three of you stood entwined in a passionate embrace, demonstrating the unshakable tie created by shared concerns and experiences.

Your eyes hunted for answers in the sky until they found Layla as you stood motionless, a sense of incredulity sweeping over you. With a mixture of surprise and hope, you blurted out, "Mom..?"

Layla's comforting nod caused a wave of feelings to wash over you. "Yes- how- how did you find us, honey?" You had long craved the sensation of security that her touch provided.

When the truth of your difficult trip finally set you, the floodgates of emotion opened. Your eyes began to well up with tears as you searched for the perfect words to describe the tumultuous mixture of relief and fatigue that overwhelmed you. 

"I- I just..." Those incomplete words carried the weight of your experiences, demonstrating the fortitude you had displayed during your search for your home.

Layla exhaled, her voice trembling with excitement and relief at your return, "you don't have to explain, we- oh my god you're here." Her eyes filled with tears of delight, and she was unable to control the smile that lit up every surface with her genuine happiness.

As a nonverbal expression of love and appreciation for your safe return, she gently kissed your forehead. She then transferred you to Marc, who embraced you with such warmth that it felt like you had returned home after a long journey.

Marc muttered, "Oh my sweet girl," in a tone that was both relieved and loving. "I had a feeling you were coming." His eyes glistened with a range of feelings, expressing the need and love he had experienced while you were away.

Knowing that you were at last back where you belonged, you experienced a wave of calm as you sank into his embrace. 

With concern and interest in your voice, you inquired, "How- how long have you been stuck here?"

Marc said, "Only almost two days," his eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and assurance. 

A dramatic change occurs as you are taken off guard by Steven's unexpected hug. His hands gently stroke your face before pressing light kisses all over your face. 

"My darling! Oh my god, are you hurt?  How did you get here? "How are you feeling?" he blurted out in an anxious tone.

You took hold of Steven's wrists and gently reassured him, "I'm all right, Steven. It's simply a little bit... hard to explain." 

As he examined you with worry, a smirk appeared on his lips. "Are you really sure? You're completely covered in dirt.” As you stood in front of him and felt the weight of his love and concern enveloping you in a consoling embrace, his contagious laughter filled the air. 

Layla couldn't help but cross her arms in faux disapproval and chastise Steven with a lighthearted smirk. In response, Steven bowed slightly in acceptance of Layla's taunting, but his expression was apologetic.

When Jake became known to the subject at hand, he said, "You're always so brave, hermosa," with adoration in his voice. His touch was warm and reassuring as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. 

He then asked a useful query, "Just one question though, how are we planning to get home from here?" with a hint of humor. 

His look, which was a combination of interest and practicality, highlighted how crucial it was to make sure that the evening's activities ended safely and amicably.

You raise your wrist with a happy smile, showing off the bracelet that has the ability to change your universe. 

"Just hold onto me," you command quietly and with assurance. As you follow Strange's previous instructions on how to operate the watch, Jake and Layla obediently hold onto you, their faith in you unshaken.

You three plunge through a swirling gateway as the watch is triggered, its mystic abilities swirling around you. When you finally crash onto the sanctum's well-known grounds, the impact is lessened by your shared unity and connection. 

After the turmoil of the trip, the sanctum's aura welcomes you like an old friend, familiar and reassuring. 

Stephen's well-known goateed visage towers over you as the three of you slowly stand up, holding a warm mug of tea. "How was your vacation?" he asks in a deep voice, breaking the silence. 

 “Take this fucking watch back- I’m never traveling the multiverse EVER again because holy shit-“ is your response, as you wrinkle up your face in disgust.

With a knowing gleam in his eye, Stephen laughs and takes the watch. "I completely understand that. Crossing realms may be quite the.. thrill," he says.

"I'm guessing these are the parents?" Stephen asked, breaking the stillness again with a curious expression on his face. He pointed to Jake and Layla in a courteous but curious tone.

Jake firmly takes a step forward and holds out his hand to introduce himself. "Jake Lockley, professional lift services," he declares, his voice tinged with a little pride.

"He’s just a fancy Uber," you say with a smirk.

With his brows knitted in false seriousness, Jake says, "Shut it, or you're grounded," as Stephen laughs and gives Jake an affirming handshake.

"Hey! I just saved your ass!" you snap back, a frown forming on your face, and Layla laughs.

“Ah, tom-ay-to, to-mah-to” He waves you off, a playful expression dancing in his eyes before turning more serious.

With a comforting tone and a sense of achievement in his voice, the mystic artist said, "I think you are ready to go home now." 

Your eyes moved to him in appreciation of the direction and attention he had given you during the session. You sincerely said, "Thank you, Dr. Strange," with a kind grin.

"Call me Stephen," he says with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You've truly redeemed my perception of spider people," he teases, a chuckle escaping him softly.

"Really?" you exclaim, your voice tinged with excitement as you lean in, eager for his response.

Stephen takes a moment to savor the anticipation, his gaze thoughtful before replying. "No," he responds, his tone slightly serious yet holding a playful glint. Bringing the cup of tea to his lips, he takes a slow sip, the steam swirling around him in a comforting embrace.

“Ah, so you got jokes,” you chuckle in response, playfully taking your parents’ hands in a lighthearted gesture. “Funny,” you remark with a grin, appreciating the humor in the moment.

As you prepare to leave, the mysterious figure bids you farewell, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue and a touch of respect. “Get home safe now, arachnid,” he calls out, his tone holding a mix of banter and sincerity. 

“Nice meeting you, Moon Knight, Scarlet Scarab,” he adds, acknowledging the unique monikers with a sense of camaraderie.

You lead the two through the sanctum's enormous doors, guiding Jake and Layla with a slight tug while navigating their confused expressions towards Stephen's knowledge of their alter egos. 

"Yeah.. He does that. You laugh, highlighting the lighthearted aspect of the circumstance, "Don't let it keep you up at night." 

You three continue down the silent sidewalk, each step bringing you closer to the comforts of home as the sanctum's doors close behind you and the echoes fade into the night.

There is a secret settlement between you and your parents during the journey back to the apartment, filled with knowing smiles and glances. A sensation of solidarity and togetherness fills the air as you stroll along the sidewalk.

A physical reminder of your connection is provided by the warmth of your clasped hands, a gesture that conveys meaning without using words. 

Knowing that you have each other to rely on no matter what obstacles you face gives you strength and comfort during these brief but meaningful moments of closeness.

A sense of satisfaction and solidarity clings as you get closer to your apartment's familiar entrance, indicating that more times of entertaining and affection are to come.

And then, a call from Casper.

~~~

A/N : holy shit guys i did it. im a genius.

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My Love for You is as Dead as the Leaves on the Ground

Pairing: Marc Spector x f. reader

Word Count: 609

This fic contains: angst with happy ending, toxic situationship, vegetation plays as allegory to Marc and reader's relationship

Summary: You reflect on your past with Marc on your walk home.

Notes: I recently broke off a relationship that wasn't actually a relationship and honestly I couldn't be happier. As much as I wanna be petty and expose him to everyone that we knew, writing a fic about how toxic he was is a healthier route to coping. This will be my submission for @the-slumberparty Winds of Autumn challenge.

prompt: crispy leaves 🍁 walking home alone

themes: Preservation 🫙 in preparation for the coming winter, we try to hold onto the last bit of warmth. Write about letting go, or not wanting to. Balance ⚖️ as the equinox approaches, the day and night balance out. Write about finding peace.

It’s a chilly November afternoon. You stepped out of the cafe, which was in the middle of the lunchtime rush hour, and into the busy streets of the city. Everyone was in a hurry to get around, except for you. It was your day off and you desired nothing more than to slow down. You took a careful sip of your pumpkin flavored latte before heading towards the direction of your home. 

Arrays of red and orange leaves crunched under your brown boots as you strolled down the paved street. Something about the dead leaves on the ground reminded you of a tarnished love you fell out of. The love you once had for Marc Spector was a lush garden that you watered and nourished so precisely. At first, Marc was alongside you in tending to the garden. Over time, tensions and heat rose, causing the garden to wilter and lose its green. You would be the one to clean up the mess in the garden. Meanwhile, Marc would stand in the shade and watch you bringing this garden back to life. 

You should have known that Marc didn’t love you the same way you loved him. Every “I love you” and “I choose you” that he proclaimed from the depths of his chest was the fertilizer to grow a labyrinth of bushes to trap you in. You believed those words, causing you to get lost in the maze of manipulation. You tried to get out of the labyrinth. You really did. Yet every time you tried to escape, the thorns would knick your skin or you would trip over the vines. Then, Marc would pick a rose from the bushes of the labyrinth and tuck it neatly into your hair. 

According to the calendar you had followed your whole life, autumn was supposed to begin September 21. However, living in California meant that it would remain sunny and hot up until the end of October or beginning of November. With the hot weather rolling into fall, Marc tended to the garden even after you had long abandoned it. It made you angry that he decided a little too late to love you the way you wanted and tend to this garden. You had enough.

The most courageous thing you have done in this phase of detaching from Marc was to chop down the bushes Marc grew around you. Luckily, you got help from other lonely gardeners to break down these plump green walls. It was only a matter of time before you got to see that sunlight again. You forgot what it was like to feel that light on your skin. 

After the maze of bushes were destroyed, autumn arrived at the perfect time. You were reminded that no summer lasts forever. More importantly, the pain and exhaustion experienced from loving Marc and gardening with–no, for–him won’t last forever. The clouds rolled in at the beginning of November, a beautiful yet haunting foreshadow of the end of you and Marc.

The temperatures finally dropped. Rain finally fell from the sky. You finally cut Marc from your life like a pesky weed. Now, you can finally turn over a new leaf and enjoy this new season in its entirety. 

Thank god it’s Fall. Thank god the garden is soiled. Thank god you found your own exit from that labyrinth of fake love. Thank god Marc can no longer plant roots to wreck your heart and soul. Thank god the weather is colder and you can find warmth in your own peace of mind. Thank god you followed the leaves and found your way home. Thank god you are home.

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[vintagegirl01]

How Would the Moon Boys Celebrate Valentine's Day with you:

Steven:

-The two of you plan a moonlight picnic. As you two much on your favorite foods, Steven tells you about all the constellations in the sky.

*Though you sometimes don’t catch on to everything he says as you are distracted by his soothing voice. Unbeknownst to you, poor Steven worries that he is stuttering too much as he notices the way you are nuzzling into his chest.

Marc:

-The two of you cook a romantic dinner together at home as he prefers to be away from others and you wish for him to be comfortable. This would eventually turn into a self-care night as the two of you share a nice, steaming bubbly bath to relax the muscles (especially Marc’s).

*Throughout it all, you give him endless words of affirmation that show you love and appreciation all he does for you every day of the year. Despite this causing him to tear up and get emotional, you only encourage him to let it out. As this was something he never had the opportunity to do in his life until you. Therefore, you weren’t going to deprive him of that like so many in his life had.

Jake:

-The two of you go food-truck hopping in the city before going to a drive-in movie. You are his passenger princess. Also, a lot of your best memories have taken place in his car if you catch my drift 😉.

*Yes. He would be the type to pretend to yawn, so that he wraps his arms around you and brings you closer to him.

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For now, there will be a lot of wips because I don’t have much time to write atm :(

⏱️=𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

✏️= 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨

⋆☆˚.⋆𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 - [workplace romance, smut]

⋆☆˚.⋆𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧/𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜/𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 - [Marc, unhelathy relationship, drinking, angst]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 - [Steven, break ups, comfort, smut]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰/𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧? ⏱️✏️

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 - 𝐒𝐄��𝐈𝐄𝐒 (𝐨𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠)

-[Old friends to lovers, Angst, abandonment, eventual smut]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 - 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 - 𝐀 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓 - 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟔 - 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫⏱️

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!!

⋆☆˚.⋆𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!!

⋆☆˚.⋆𝐉���𝐊

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!!

[drinkingwithkhonshu]

thinking about jake lockley in an apron and briefs kneading bread with flour on his nose and all over his arms, the muscles bunching and flexing as his fingers curl the dough into a smooth ball to rest before he begins to braid it into a masterpiece

thinking about marc spector, dressed in dark, tight clothes without a speck of food on him, chopping vegetables and meat for dinner, so particular about keeping the knives and boards separate, adding it all to the pot and propping the spice cabinet open to season it all and bringing it up to heat and filling the flat with mouthwatering, savory aroma

thinking about steven grant with his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he trails his blunt fingertip down the page in the recipe book propped open on the counter, powdered sugar sprinkled in his dark curls as he finds his place to follow the next step in the recipe

thinking about you orbiting all of them as they work, helping where you can while fixing your own side dishes, letting your hands brush against their sides and wrists and back as you slip behind and around them, littering kisses and murmuring lovings

just…the moon boys being domestic in the kitchen🥺I think food is my love language

[marksbear2]

Holy moly, mate! Your Steven Grant fanfiction was so DELICIOUS! Also, can I request another Steven Grant x male reader? Bottom Steven for the soul! When you have time of course!

I saw your reblog of that fic I wrote it made me laugh. Your flattering me and I have no problem with doing you a favor.

warnings ⚠️Stressed out reader, dirty talk, smut, fingering, riding, lingerie Steven, kinky and romantic.⚠️

SUB STEVEN GRANT X TOP MALE READER

Laying on the living room couch reading his book waiting for his husband to come home since he has an surprise waiting for him. Steven's head pops up from his book once he hears the front door click open and the sound of getting shut.

Steven takes the right corner on the top of the page and bends it so he can remember his page and closes the book before rushing out of his desk to greet his husband.

"Y/n! Welcome back home." Steven greets with a smile standing close to Y/n. "Hey baby, I missed you." Y/n says before putting down his suit case and wraps his arms around Steven. Steven could feel how tense and see how tired Y/n was. "How was work?" Steven asks softly cupping Y/n's face with his hands. 

"Just stressful and tiring. But it's nothing you should worry about my love." Y/n says trying to reassure him at the end, 

"Love the robe by the way Steven." Y/n says complimenting him with a sweet kiss on the lips. Steven returns the kiss before taking Y/n's arm and leads him to the bedroom.  

Steven drags Y/n to the bed before sitting him down on the edge bed. Steven spreads Y/n's legs open and stands between them already blushing like a mad man. Steven slowly begins to undo the robe.

Steven lets the robe slowly roll off his shoulders showing off the beautiful see through white top of the lingerie. Steven's body squirms feeling Y/n's eyes stare at his chest and nipples. Finally the robe falls onto the floor behind Steven. The panties of the lingerie have the initials of Y/n name, but Y/n wasn't paying attention to it though only looking at Steven's hard cock inside of it. 

"God Steven...What is this all bout? You're making me feel like our wedding night again." Y/n teases with a wink causing Steven to let out a small giggle. 

"I'm doing this because it's my duty as a husband. I'm supposed to take care of you and help you when you feel tired and overworked. I'll do anything you'd like." Steven says with a warm smile. "Really? Anything?" Y/n says with a mischief smirk. Steven nods his head yes. 

"Alright...I want to see your ass Steven. Show me your ass." Y/n commands Steven turns his body around and bends down showing his ass. "So fucking beautiful Steven." Y/n praises running his fingers against the fabric of the lingerie. Y/n hooks the lingerie with his fingers moving the lingerie to the side getting a good look of Steven's hole. 

"You even prepped yourself. Such a good boy for me." Y/n seeing some of the lube leaks. "Cmon spread yourself open, so I can get a better look." Steven does what he's told using his fingers to spread open his hole. "Now would you lay on the bed for me?" Steven quickly moves to the bed laying down on the bed. 

"God Steven. I can't just get over how beautiful you look. I'm such a lucky man to be married to a man like you baby~" Y/n praises using his hands to rub circles on Steven's hips. 

"I-its for you to enjoy." Steven stutters out feeling his whole body get warm and fuzzy. Y/n taps on Steven's inner thigh signaling him to open them. Steven spreads open his legs before looking down at Y/n.

Y/n begins to kiss and bite Steven's thighs marking them as his. He leaves hickeys and other bite marks on them. After has enough parking him he goes up to Steven's chest. Y/n begins to grope Steven's chest through the lingerie. Y/n uses his free hand to pull down the bra then moves his hand around his nipples pulling them and twisting them. 

Steven squirms and moans softly as Y/n teases him.

Y/n watches with curiosity looking down at Steven's aching cock. It twitches rapidly inside the lingerie desperately trying to be let out. "You've been edging yourself huh baby?" Y/n asks moving his left hand down guiding it down touching Steven's chest and stomach until he reaches his crotch. "Yes sir! F-for hours." Steven weakly moans out. 

"Really? For hours baby you waited for me to tell you to cum?" Y/n asks rubbing his hands against Steven's hard dick. Steven ignores the question as he grinds down into Y/n's hand. 

Y/n pulls his hand away with a slight evil laugh before kissing Steven's exposed stomach. Y/n begins to trail up leaving every single spot that's not covered by the lingerie leaving a sweet kiss. Once Y/n is done with that spot he begins to kiss Steven's shoulders and neck. 

After Y/n kisses Steven all over he pulls a back looking down at Steven taking everything in. Y/n pulls down the bottom part of the lingerie letting Steven's cock fly free.

"Cum. Cum for me Steven." Y/n commands. Steven lets out a few whimpers before throwing his head back. "Can y-you please touch me." Steven whimpers. "No baby. I told you to cum now do it." 

Steven lets out a loud moan before cumming hard. Steven's cock shoots long white streaks of cum. "Gah!~ oh fuck oh fuck! aHhhH" 

To Steven it feels never ending. His legs tremble as he rides out his orgasm. Steven felt his whole body become weak from his intense orgasm. Steven's upper body was covered in his own cum. 

Steven's cock was still hard twitching making it more sensitive. To see is he actually sensitive Y/n tugs on Steven's cock watching Steven arch his back and let out a moan. 

As Steven tries to calm down from his own high Y/n begins to strip out of his clothes while Steven is in pure bliss. Once Y/n was fully naked he spit into his hand jerking off his cock making it wet enough for Steven. 

Once Y/n thought it was enough he lined up his cock to Steven's entrance. Y/n slowly moves the tip in and out trying to be as gentle as he can. 

Soon enough Y/n moves deeper into Steven at a slow pace. Y/n leans his body forward so he's close to Steven close enough to kiss him and hear him. 

"How are we doing Steven." Y/n whispers into his ear slowly thrusting inside him. "G-good. You feel so good sir." Steven moans out in pure bliss. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Steven. Y/n wasn't the most gentle and sweet man during sex, but when he is it's great and beautiful for the both of them.

"You feel so good for me Steven. You're such a great husband for this Steven." Y/n praises moving his cock even deeper inside Steven. 

Steven wraps his arms around Y/n's shoulders holding him tight. 

Y/n rocks his hips back and forth trying to be as gentle as he can. Y/n moves his face to the crook of Steven's neck kissing it softly. "Fuck. F-fuck." Y/n groans out as Steven feels his cock twitch inside him. 

Y/n begins to pick up his pace, but not too fast or rough. Y/n's thrust was at a perfect speed for him to reach his peak. 

"Steven~ ohh~ fuck Steven. I'm close." Y/n says with a moan moving his hands onto either sides of the bed holding onto the sheets tightly as he fucks deep, but gentle inside Steven. 

"Stevey!~ fuck baby! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns feeling Steven scratching and holding onto his back. Steven could feel his own cock about to cum as well. With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Steven burying his seed deep inside him. Steven wanted to cum right there and then, but he stopped himself. He wanted to be a good husband for Y/n and cum on his command. 

"Y/n! can I cum? please let me cum!~ I wanna cum so bad." Steven mewls out. "Yes baby. Fuck- you can cum." Y/n tells him. Steven doesn't need to get told twice by cumming hard. 

Y/n helps him out by using his free hand to jerk him off. Steven bolts his hips into Y/n's hand cumming all over his hand and himself. 

"Y-Y/n! I love you! I love you so much." Steven cries out throwing his head back. 

"I love you to Steven."

THE END

[deadqueerboys]

Marc: There's only one rule. Don't..

M/n: What? Don't kill anybody? I know.

Marc: No, don't you ever interrupt Steven. You'll regret this.

[madlittlecriminal]

Gimme ☾ Marc Spector × GN!Reader

Request: no, but they are open

Warnings: reader is on their period, mentions of cramps, a bit self-indulgent, mentions of Steven, short

im on my period & need cuddles, so this fic was born

I USED GN BECAUSE I KNOW NOT EVERYONE WHO HAS PERIODS DEFINES WITH SHE/HER PRONOUNS!

You arched your back off the bed as a cramp hit you out of nowhere. It was sharp, but quick, but it made you groan, causing your boyfriend to look back at you as you lie in Steven’s bed.

“You okay, baby?” He asks, putting his used napkin on the counter.

“No. I’ve been cramping all day.” You grumble as you slowly felt the pain go away.

“When did they start?” He walks closer to you with concern on his face, you’d almost think it was Steven.

“I got it last night, but you were asleep.”

“You could’ve woken me up.” He kisses the top of your head. “Do you want me to run and get you chocolate? A tea? Hot chocolate? Painkillers?”

You shake your head. “I already ate a bar of chocolate and I don’t want you to get tea. You know how Steven gets with his tea being unorganized.”

Marc chuckles.

“I have my reasons!” Steven protests from the back of Marc’s mind.

“Then, c’mere.” He says softly before pulling you into his arms.

“What are you-” you start before he cuts you off, pressing his pointer finger on your lips gently.

You blink at him in confusion, causing him to chuckle. “Just give me your pain, baby.”

You snort. “Marc, are you sure you’ll handle it?”

He shrugs. “Don’t know and don’t care. As long as you feel better.”

You sigh before nuzzling into him. “Fine.”

“Good.” He grins and holds you close. “Seeing you in pain sucks. I’ll set a bath for you when you’re ready, but I’ll be your heating pad for now, okay? If you need to use the bathroom, let me know.”

You smile. “Thank you.”

He nods and kisses you shoulder. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”