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[arcanechariot]

i love him so much you dont get it i need to

@giftober 2022 + @mcuchallenge prompt Day 14: Apologizing.

Steven Grant, a true Brit, in Moon Knight 1x01

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Can you imagine sitting on Blue's lap and doing his eyeliner in the morning? The way he'd stare at you?? 😩💗

Ohhhhh nooooooooooooooooo, this gave me so many (too many) thoughts, I am so sorry it turned into this <3

Manners

Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Warnings: Blue being a grumpy little shit, sub!Blue a bit, Blue having a think for being choked, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 411

“Sit still.”

“I am.”

“Are not.”

Blue scowls at you, wrinkling his nose ever so slightly in disdain. “I don’t like your tone.” 

“Yes, you do.” You answer without pause and shift a little on his lap, your knees are either side of his thighs, the smoky kohl eyeliner in one hand. 

His frown deepens and you tut, rolling your eyes at his theatrics. 

“You could do this yourself, you know?” You take hold of his chin with your free hand, your grip firm and fingers cool as you tilt his head a fraction so you can work without his constant fidgeting. 

You expect a snappy retort, or rude word, but get neither. For a blissfully long moment, he’s surprisingly quiet. And still. 

His heartbeat thunders under your fingers, his breathing short and shallow as if he’s trying his best to stay as silent as possible. His lips are parted as you press the pencil to his skin, just lightly skimming with the softest touch. 

“I’m not going to poke your eyes out, you know?” You tease. 

“I know.” He says softly, his eyes flicker to your face for a second and it’s only now that you pay full attention that you can see how dark and dilated they are. 

“Well, you’re tense as fuck,” you swallow, trying to focus on doing his makeup. “Acting like I’ve got a knife to your throat.” 

He gulps audibly and you spare him a glance. He holds your gaze, but it’s not full of the defiant arrogance you’re used to. 

“Do you want me to hold a knife to your throat?” You tease lightly, trying to cover your own interest. 

“Fuck off.” He bites back, but his words are lacking his usual snarl. 

You grin. “I think you do actually, I think you’d quite like for me to pin you down and-”

He grumbles loudly, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your chest. In turn, forcing his throat further into your hand. He bites back a moan as you hold back a chuckle. 

After a few moments, you can’t resist antagonising him further. “Want me to choke you while I jack you off?” 

Blue snaps his head back so that he can give you one of his trademark glares - it would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now. 

“Yes.” He purses his lips when you quirk an eyebrow at him, and then huffs. “Please.” 

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[ruegoreos]

Oscar smoking...

I don't personally condone smoking, but Oscar is the exception

[caribbean1989]

Steven Grant + his difficult relationship with sleep and waking up 😅, Moon Knight s1e2

My GIF masterlist

[arcanechariot]

ORETES 😍😍

Oscar Isaac in Agora (2009) dir. Alejandro Amenábar

[booplesnootbunny]

I'm on some steven grant bs rn, my bad guys

Not my best work but I'm about to go to sleep so 🚶🚶

[arcanechariot]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Evgeni Kolpakov ♥

gifs by me 👉🏻👈🏻

hes honestly such an underrated character and hes very quickly become a comfort character like stevie bc hes so sweet and protective and supportive oml hes just perfect 💛💛

also pls just listen to this piece he plays its so pretty oml

also a lil treat under the cut

[sweeetestcurse]

Oscar Isaac as Nathan in Ex Machina 01/??

[cynicalclassicist]

Then we thank these celebrities for taking on the side of basic human decency, and not doing what the establishment wanted!

Remember these names. These are the only celebrities that called publicly for a ceasefire

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Can we get Marc saying “Hawk tuah, spit on that thing!”? Cuz I think he is the only one dirty enough to actually say that

The dirty laugh that came out of me!!!

Do the thing

Marc Spector x gn!reader

Content: Dom!marc, oral (m! receiving)

Nsfw below

This one is very short, I'm sorry. :(

Marc felt particularly dominant today, and what better way to show you by having you suck him off?

"C'mon honey. I know you can handle it."

He looked down at you, gently grasping the back of your neck, bringing you closer to his cock.

"Hawk tuah," he started. "Spit on that thing."

You did as he asked, spitting right on his cock, as he collected it with his hand to smear it across his shaft.

"That's it, baby." He coos, cupping your cheek.

"Now suck."

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[oscarisaacfriends]

May this Christmas fill your heart with the joy of spending time with the ones you hold dear. Merry Christmas!

[hypnoticcastiel]

random find... i mean i never realized that we got an Oreo of iconic sweaters if we combine Evans & Isaac in their sweater-centric movies. idk which i want more, the light or the dark side uhm ok

OSCAR ISAAC THE BOURNE LEGACY (2012) dir. Tony Gilroy

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

"Can't ignore the mistletoe" with Nathan please

I'm so sorry this took so long! <3

Is there anything you want to ask for?

Nathan Bateman x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Warnings: Nathan being a dumbass, allusions to blow jobs, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 727

You’d been suspicious the second Nathan had started grinning like the Cheshire cat. Any obvious glee on his face was always a cause for slight concern, especially if you couldn’t work out the reason for his expression straight away. 

“What?” You ask, your voice calm and even as you stop in your tracks. You’re one step away from breaching the threshold of the kitchen.

He blinks once, pulling his grin back into a more reasonable smile. “What?” 

You stay looking at him, so used to this behaviour by now that you don’t even bother to roll your eyes. 

“It’s no fun if you don’t say something else.” He teases, pushing his glasses higher up on his nose. 

“Good.” 

He tuts, pretending to be annoyed but you can see through his facade easily. “Come here.”

You stand firm and raise an eyebrow. 

“What?” He shrugs, stepping back to lean against the counter. 

“What?” 

He gives you a look, “You were coming in here a second ago.” 

“That was before you gave me that killer clown expression.” 

Nathan snorts, “A smile? You’re calling my smile a-”

“Yes, I am.” 

“That’s very mean,” he shakes his head, “You’ve hurt my feelings actually.” He says unconvincingly. 

“Oh, you have feelings, do you get them in the new update?” You try to say seriously but can’t even finish the sentence without smiling. 

“That was a good one,” he mock claps for you, “how long have you been working on that devastating jibe, princess?” 

You give him a playful glare as you walk into the kitchen, your previous mistrust briefly forgotten. “Fuck off Natha-” 

You yelp in surprise as he pounces on you, wrapping his strong arms around your body.

He gives you another cheeky grin and purposefully glances upwards. You inwardly groan when you follow his line of sight. There’s a sprig of mistletoe hastily suck to the ceiling above your head. 

“Can’t ignore the mistletoe.” He gives you a smarmy grin. 

“Is that real?” 

“Of course it is.” 

“Where did you get it?” 

“What’s with all the questions?” He leans a fraction forward and you pull back. There’s a small flash of emotion across his face that you can’t quite place. Panic. He freezes for half a second, his muscles relaxing as he lets you go. “I got it on the walk this morning.” He says quietly, his voice softer as he takes a small step backwards. “I just thought…”

“You want to kiss me that bad, huh?” You nudge his arm gently and he scowls.

“No.” 

“Liar.” 

He glares at you, his mouth open to retort. But he doesn’t get the chance. 

You rush forward, pressing your lips to his in a frenzy and slip your tongue inside. 

He gasps, tensing for a moment before he moans softly and kisses you back eagerly. His glasses bump against you slightly as he moves, his hands coming to rest on your waist as he presses closer.

His beard brushes against your skin, his kisses deep and warm and wanting. Needing to devour more and more of you. 

He follows you when you pull back, his eyes closed as he tries to keep his lips pressed to yours. A gulp echos in his throat as he stills himself, breathing hard. 

“I…” He starts.

“I knew you wanted to kiss me.” You tease, smirking at him and raising an eyebrow. 

To your surprise, he looks a little bashful for a moment, almost embarrassed. “Yeah.” 

You bite back a snort. “Yeah?” You press a little closer, enjoying the, for once, slowed down Nathan. You can practically see the cogs whirring behind his eyes. 

He nods, swallowing thickly as you lightly place your hand on his chest and walk him backwards until he bumps into the counter. 

“You could have just asked.” You give him a playful look and he frowns slightly in confusion, as if the thought never even occurred to him. 

You slip your hand down his chest slowly until you can toy at his waistband and the very tip of his obvious erection. “So,” you stretch out the word, “Is there anything you want to ask for?” 

Nathan smiles cheekily, “Another kiss a little lower?” 

You laugh as he presses his lips to your cheek and you slip your fingers under his clothes. 

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Oscar Isaac behind the scenes of Star Wars: The Last Jedi

[little-worm-grant]

Night Terrors

Moonboys x You (Reader) 574 words / 18+ only, no minors

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Summary: Marc isn't the only one to suffer the occasional bad night, they all do. Here are some ramblings of how each of the alters handles night terrors with you around. This will contain descriptions but nothing graphic.

A/N: A lil cathartic trauma writing after a bad night. I have CPTSD that's not too different to Marc's experience with his mom growing up. No matter how many years of therapy I've done to find my baseline normal, I still get night terrors every month. This is a damn sure better than what it used to be, but still annoying. It's one of those things I will never have control over and just have to deal with it. Thought I'd use my experiences to write how I imagine it'd go for the moonboys. Regardless of the things I write, I'm genuinely in a good place in my life. Healing is not linear. The worst experience to ever happen to me was my childhood and I've gone forward in life with my head up knowing nothing will ever be that bad again. Look after yourself first, no one can do it as good as you can.

Steven wakes up sometimes in a panicked wheeze, flapping his arms as though to get a spider off his pillow (it's just the shadow indent of where his head was that his brain hasn't quite registered), or just straight up flying out of bed in a scramble to get away from the perceived threat. You've learned he needs a lot of physical contact to come around and be eased back into bed. He never remembers these nights or what he's dreaming about. Laughs and calls himself a "right plonker" when you explain it the next day. He'll comfortably make jokes about his evening escapades. He panics when he's conscious, it doesn't surprise him one bit he also does it in his sleep too. No wonder he's always so tired. Steven deeply appreciates knowing you're there for him when he needs it. He'll pamper you and try making your day a little easier to make up for it. Scratch each other's backs and all that. -

Marc shouldn't be touched when he gets like this. Always a small chance it'll freak him out more. He's never hurt you, more like he doesn't recognize you and tries to keep you at an arm's distance to keep himself safe. You've never seen him so tense. Sat upright, shaken breath. Eyes wildly scanning the dark of the room, convinced he's seen something in the shapes he can make out. As though it's both your lives on the line if he's distracted from it. He doesn't look angry, it's not like that stern expression he usually carries... but more like he's seen a ghost. He's terrified of whatever may come out of the dark. It breaks your heart. You talk him through his logical fallacies until he's convinced enough to settle back down. Sometimes it requires a light being turned on for him to snap out of it. Come the next day, he'll brush off your follow-up questions of it. Embarrassed you saw that side of him. Marc won't often remember getting up in the night, but he certainly remembers what he dreamt about. He won't willingly discuss that in any detail. He thinks you'll look at him differently if he does. The day naps wrapped around you make everything better. -

Jake you've only seen out once in this state. The broom you'd moved out the way before bed came tumbling down in a loud clatter, and he was up in a blink of an eye. No staggered breathing or wild eyes like Marc. None of Steven's exaggerated or fast movements. Stiff as a statue he's up and staring off into the empty void of the room. It was more unnerving than the other two. You try talking to him but he doesn't acknowledge you. A tentative touch snaps his eyes to yours. After a moment, he seems to soften and come back to himself. Some mumbled strung-together Spanish you aren't convinced was meant to be coherent. He chuckles and drops back down into the sheets. Reaching out to pull you in closer. Soundly snoring a moment later. You're left perplexed and blinking. Questioning who the hell that was. Jake tends to have a very vague recollection of coming to and trying to tiredly explain his reasoning. He doesn't remember if he was dreaming. "But there's no danger, so there's no problem. Go back to sleep," he'd tell you, thinking you understood him perfectly. He can sleep better for it.