#steven and marc my beloved

[er1th4cz]

Love Moon knight with my whole heart.

[fettuccin-e]

Like It Like That

Kinktober Day 16: Role-Reversal

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls oh pls wrap it irl i'm begging you), rough sex, fingering (r!recieving), slight degradation, dom!steven my love my life (w/c: 897)

A/N: Another part of the rapid-fire Kinktober catch-up! This one is a tad short but guys we're so close to being fully caught up I can practically taste it oh my gosh!! And I needed more husband Steven, especially because I feel like I fluctuate between dom and subby Steven in all of my fics, so he's perfect for role-reversal! (I've been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings for the month!)

He’s usually so good for you. Perfectly happy to whine beneath you as you do whatever you want to him. And he’s always so responsive, giving into your every whim without question, desperate for your touch.

Marc put the idea in his head, just like he always seems to. Steven supposes that he brought it on himself, asking Marc if he really liked being in charge as much as he seems to. He did.

“'Course I do, and she fucking loves it,” Marc had said, eyes going dark. “She gets so damn desperate for it. It’s like she’s in goddamn heat.”

Steven had watched you both that night, watched on through your bedroom mirror as Marc tore you apart, fucking into you harder than Steven has ever dared to. And you had cried with the force of it, dripping down Marc’s cock as he fucked you hard enough for tears to spring to your eyes.

Steven couldn’t get the image out of his head, needing to see you like that again, needing to be the reason for it.

He asks you one night, over dinner of all things, like he’s discussing the fucking weather, “Can I have control for a night?”

“What?” you ask, setting your fork down and scooching closer to him on the couch. “Like, in the bedroom?”

Steven’s face flushes bright red. He won’t make eye contact with you. “Yeah,” he breathes, “Want to see how it feels, if that’s alright with you.”

You smile at him, ducking to his lips to meet him in a gentle kiss. “Of course, Steven,” you murmur. “Of course you can take control, see if you like it.” And in the back of your head, you can’t help but wonder how Steven, the sweetest, most docile man you’ve ever known, could possibly be dominant.

A few nights later, you find out. You find out, spread underneath him, just how far he can take it.

 “Fuck, please Steven, need it so bad, please,” you whine, unable to help yourself as Steven’s fingers spread you apart, jamming into your pussy so hard your head spins. 

“God, that’s so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, “keep begging for me.” And you realize that you’ve never been the one begging for him before. It’s always him, writhing and pleading beneath you. The change, his dark eyes roving down your body as he plays with you like a fucking toy, is enough to give you whiplash, sending you into a tailspin.

“Please, Steven,” you gasp as his fingers jackhammer into your g-spot, sending your back arching as you bear down on his fingers. “Please fuck me, need it- need it so bad, baby.”

Steven grins, the same cocky, self-satisfied grin Marc always gives you when he’s got you like this. It’s fucking maddening.

“Marc was right,” he murmurs, “you’re fucking gorgeous when you get desperate like this.” You flush with heat at the compliment, throwing your arm over your eyes to escape from Steven’s unrelenting gaze.

Before you can even breathe, Steven grips your wrist, pinning your arm above your head. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he snarls, deep and dark and so unlike your Steven that it makes your entire body lock up, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. You’re lightheaded as you feel the blunt head of his cock push at your gaping entrance.

He doesn’t break eye contact, holding your arm above your head as he pushes inside without remorse, not giving you a second to recover before he’s pulling out, and slamming into you again.

You’re so used to the way Steven whines beneath you, his hips bucking uncontrollably.

Now, you’re the one gasping for air as he growls above you, fucking into you at a pace that is utterly obscene, practically ripping you apart, straight down the middle, with his violent thrusts.

“Steven, fuck, oh my god, Steven,” you slur between his harsh movements into your aching body. You can hear the sound of your pussy around his cock, the wet slapslapslap of your bodies meeting over and over again.

“God, you’re so wet for me, love,” he rasps. He pulls his hand away from your wrist to grasp your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you onto his cock. “You love this, don’t you? Being used?”

You choke on your moans with his words, gasping for air.

“Fuck! Yes, I love it, love when you fuck me like this, oh shit- Steven!” Tears spring to your eyes, leaking down your cheeks. The headboard slams against the wall, threatening to dent it, but you couldn’t care less. Not when it feels like you could pass out from the pleasure of it all, Steven’s cock jamming into your g-spot with every single thrust.

“You look fucking perfect like this, darling,” Steven growls, “getting fucked like a slut.”

And you’re fucking gone, trembling and gasping soundlessly as you squeeze Steven’s cock with your orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders. He thrusts in once, twice before he’s following, leaning into you to lick into your mouth, his hips moving in aborted little thrusts as he floods your pussy with his cum.

As you both settle, Steven lets himself rest on top of you, his weight comforting and warm.

“Did you like it, Steven?” You whisper, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

“Mhm,” he hums tiredly into the crook of your neck. You chuckle.

“Good, because I fucking loved it.”

[horangislittletiger99]

Describing my taste in men in one image

[soft-girl-musings]

"are you in love with my wife" marc be so fucking fr right now who isn't

[moons-dunes]

Moon Knight Text posts: Marc Spector me Core™️ Edition

Sorry for the bad quality. Idk how to fix it

[ladywynne]

Reminder that Marc Spector is very capable, yet very vulnerable too.

Manipulation - largely due to his intense need to protect. We see him be careful with the young man in Cairo. I think this instinct is intense with those he loves. He goes to extreme lengths that lead to his own personal submission and self-loathing and loss of literal self in order to protect Steven and Layla. He thinks he is unlovable, a mere tool whose sacrifices don't matter.

He always listens. He's very respectful, but more than that, he knows that he can't always trust his own perceptions.

He's respectful because he knows how it feels to be talked over, bullied, and to lose autonomy.

Steven is a defense against manipulation and emotional pain. When Marc can't see past his need to protect, or the pain is unbearable, Steven is there.

Jake is a defense against loneliness and worthlessness? Marc can fight back, but when he chooses not to, because he thinks he deserves it, or he wants to be the bigger person, Jake is there.

[oscarisaacsspit]

take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man 🫶🏽

[jake-g-lockley]

Cookie Shenanigans (Steven Grant x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

A/N: Based on this post again, giggling and kicking my feet as I write this hehehe

Warnings: MDNI, sexual content

Word Count: 1k Tagging: @i-still-dont-like-your-face @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

You sigh the second your feet hit the corridor to Steven’s apartment. It had been a long day at work and all you wanted to do was take a nice long shower and then cuddle with Steven. Or take a nice long slower with Steven. Either way, you were only craving one thing and that was Steven’s warm chest and comforting arms. 

You padded your way to Steven’s apartment, stopping in front of the door to pull out your spare key. You slipped the key in the keyhole only to notice that the door was locked from the inside, with the latch. Steven must have forgotten that you said you were coming over so you slipped your keys back into your pocket and knocked softly. 

“Steven, baby, latch.” you say loud enough for him to hear. 

You frowned when no one replied. You were positive that Steven was inside, there's no other way you could explain how the door was locked from the inside. You knocked and called out for him again and pouted when no one answered again. You pulled your phone out and brought Steven’s contact up, hitting the call button and tapping your foot nervously against the door.

You heard the soft ringing from inside of the apartment and you knew from that second that your boyfriend was up to no good. The last time he had been left to his own accord, he tried to shave his head and almost ended up with no eyebrows. The ringing stopped but suddenly a big crash sounded from inside of the apartment, making you slap your hand to your mouth in horror. 

“STEVEN! Sweetheart, what the hell are you doing?!” you yell a little louder.

“Nothing…” he mumbled from inside.

“Can you just let me in?” you sigh, pressing your forehead to the door.

“OKAY FINE! I’ll let you in but you gotta close your eyes!” 

“That’s fine with me.” you smile at your boyfriend’s mischiefs. 

You closed your eyes and a few seconds later heard the latch click before the door swung open. Steven’s hands were on your eyes and he muttered apologies into  your ear as he guided you into the apartment. The first thing you smelled was the heavenly smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies. You smiled but didn’t question it knowing that you had crashed upon Steven’s surprise. 

He suddenly let go of you and you found yourself in the bedroom, him smiling sheepishly at you. You raised an eyebrow before giving him a kiss, smiling against his lips as he pulled you closer by your hips. He pulled away before he could lose himself in you and smiled at you, kissing your cheek. His face was flushed, his cheeks red and a small dusting of what looked like flour was smeared on his forehead. 

“Go shower, and stay here until I tell you to come to the kitchen.” Steven says sternly before walking out. 

You resisted the urge to giggle as you watched his retreating butt before grabbing your towel and hopping into the shower.  Once you came out of the shower, you dressed yourself in one of Steven’s sweaters and curiosity began to take over your senses. 

You tiptoe out of the bedroom, making sure to avoid any creaky floorboards as you edged closer to the wall near the kitchen. You took a peak at what your boyfriend was doing. From where you were standing you could see Steven’s eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, the crease in his eyebrow becoming more prominent by the second. He had a piping bag in his hands and was carefully detailing something, perhaps a cookie. 

His tongue was wedged between his teeth and his eyes were squinting slightly. His concentration made him look so beautiful and perfect, the quiet atmosphere of the whole apartment adding to your peace and happiness. He finally set the piping bag down and smiled down at whatever masterpiece he was creating. 

“Darling! You can come out of the room now if you’re ready!” he called out without looking up from the cookie in front of him. 

You scurried back to the room and walked out casually, arranging your face to suit the look of confusion you needed to show Steven. 

“Tada!” he exclaimed, gesturing to the kitchen counter. 

You looked down and your eyes instantly widened at the sight before you. You clearly didn’t expect whatever Steven was making and when your eyes landed upon them, you were so taken aback that your breath was stuck in your lungs. 

On a tray before you were a set of beautifully piped sex position cookies. You stared at each position, and your mind flashes to each one that Steven had put you in whenever you both were doing the devil's deed.You started to giggle as your eyes shifted from the missionary cookie to the doggy cookie to the cowgirl cookie.  

“Are you laughing at my talents, love?” his British drawl curled right past your brain and went straight to your cunt as your eyes flutter. 

His hands were on your hips, pushing you against the kitchen counter as his mouth made quick work of your neck, leaving soft kisses that clearly were spurred on by the existence of the cookies in front of you. 

“Go on, take your pick.” he murmured into your ear, holding one of your hands up to skim over the cookies. 

“Can’t I just have them all?” you ask sweetly, your mouth watering at the prospect of your night.

“Don’t be greedy, sweet angel.” he said before nipping at your skin.

You grabbed a random cookie as you moaned into the pain. Steven smiles against your skin and takes the cookie from you, pushing your lips open with his fingers before feeding the cookie to you. You were so delighted by the taste of the cookie and the feeling of Steven’s hardening member against your ass that you were going to float away to heaven. 

“Fucking amazing Steven.” you whine as you push yourself against him, making him chuckle against you.

“I think it’s time we recreated some of these, don’t you think so too, darling?”

Reblogs are appreciated ~~~~

[age-of-moonknight]

“What If Venom Bonded to Moon Knight?” What If…? Venom (Vol. 1/2024), #5.

Writer: Jeremy Holt; Pencilers and Inkers: Jesús Hervás and Geraldo Borges; Colorist: Ceci de la Cruz; Letterer: Ariana Maher

[pschrdr]

I need to be headlocked by this man ASAP

[lunathebee]

☽ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ☽

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!fashion designer!reader | social media au (twitter+insta)

Summary: Y/n is in a collaboration with the famous brand vivienne westwood and fans are loving it, but there is a bigger surprise behind

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[cowboyabunga]

🌙a moon boy on the moon for moon day🌙

[deadqueerboys]

M/n: There's a difference, i swear. Like, Maarc..

M/n: See? Easy to moan. BUT, J-jake.. looks as a slut, and he likes that. Still, S-s..teven, is the best opition.

Khonshu: ...cool? I didn't even know that you could see me, are you okay, human?

[moons-dunes]

Ignore the fact that Jake is holding a gun. It’s fine

Original article

[luckyheart-67676]

I want the moon knight system to cum in my mouth

[starlight-writer]

Tummy

Warnings: none, fluff, talk of insecurities, slight angst

Gn reader

An: I have returned and gayer than ever Masterlist

Steven

Steven’s always been slightly insecure

His hair was always too messy, his tend to ramble was embarrassing, and his hobbies and interests were too nerdy

And all of that was magnified when you started dating

He always thought ‘maybe this is what makes them leave me’ whenever he saw or did something he didn’t like about himself

The one thing he always liked about himself was that he was always somewhat muscular

He had decently toned abs and a respectively hard chest

So when he found he started growing a tummy, he was certain you would leave him

He started trying to hide it the best he could, hoping he could delay the imagined inevitable

He wore darker colors, cut back on the snacks he was eating, and started walking in the early morning

But nothing really worked

And he was noticeably upset about it

Ask him about it if he’s still upset after a few days

He’ll try to pretend it’s Donna being a bitch

Key word: try

He could never lie to you and keep with it

He would feel so guilty, he could never forgive himself for hiding anything from you

Sit him down and talk through his concern

Give him a kiss whenever he starts stuttering or trying to shy away from you

When he explains is worries, hug him

Hug him like his life depends on it

Tell him you love him and all his quirks and hobbies

And his tummy

Explain to him that having a bit of fat on his stomach or some extra pounds is ok

He knows it’s ok, he’d never insult someone for how they look or weight, but he needs to know it’s ok for him

He needs to know the things that make him who he is, you love every single one

He might start crying, so give him a kiss the top of his head

And tell him he’s beautiful

Every relationship he’s had has ended in flames, but he genuinely, wholeheartedly thinks that all of those failed relationships has led him straight to you

And he couldn’t be more ecstatic to have a domestic future with you

Marc

Marc already doesn’t like himself

He hates himself, actually

He sees himself as a terrible, dangerous person that doesn’t deserve happiness or love

So when he starts dating you, he doesn’t know if he should be proud or sad about it

What if you’re only dating him because you’re dating Steven and Jake?

What if you’re only with him out of pity of his sad, depressing life?

He’s always looking out for the day you fall out of love with him or reveal you never loved him

And it keeps him up at night

And then he found his tummy

Normally, he wouldn’t be upset by this

He knows weight gain is normal and as you grow and your environment changes, it can effect the way your body processes food and works

But he can’t help but feel so sad about it

What if this is the straw that breaks the camels back and you leave him?

He couldn’t handle that

He loves you with his entire being, how could he go back to living a life without you?

Marc isn’t good at hiding his emotions so you pick up on his shift in mood immediately

Ask him what’s wrong as soon as you notice he’s upset

He won’t be inclined to talking about it, he’s not used to it, but he’ll know you’re worried and that’ll help

Eventually, he’ll go to you on his own, so just be patient and occasionally remind him you’re here for him

When he does talk to you about his insecurities, he’s gonna avoid looking at you

Hold his hand and wait for him to finish

Maybe rub his back or place a hand on his knee, but don’t say anything

When he’s done, give him a 

“Baby, it just means you’re happy, healthy, and being taken care of”

Oh

He’s gonna cry cause he knows you’re right

He is happy and healthy because how could he not be?

He’s with you

Give his nose a kiss and hold his face

Squish his cheeks and he’ll smile and hold your hands to his face

He’ll give them a kiss before pulling you into the tightest hug

To make him feel a little better, poke at his sides and tickle him

He’ll start laughing and tackle you to the couch, rolling around in pure happiness

After Layla, he didn’t think he could be with anyone again

His life was too dangerous and he thought he didn’t deserve anyone

He didn’t want to ruin someone else’s life, his was already depressing and full of death, what kind of man would he be to subject someone he loved to that kind of life?

But then he found you and you changed his entire world view

And by god he’s never letting you go

If he had the chance to redo anything in his life, he’s comfortable saying he wouldn’t change a thing

Because it all led to you

Jake

Jake takes pride in his appearance

He always makes sure his hair looks good before and after he has his cap on

His suit is always well taken care of, never folded or hung up without the proper covering

And now that he lives in a stable home with you, he has a skin care routine

And while Jake knows having some tummy and fat on your bones doesn’t mean you’re out of shape or not fit, having that extra meat on his bones is not how he sees himself as fit

He tries everything to work off his tummy, but it persists

And he’s so genuinely upset

He kinda pulls away from the relationship, unintentionally, but it happens

He focuses on why he can’t lose the few extra pounds he gained and solely on that, momentarily abandoning your relationship

When you confront him about it, it’s after you’ve realized why he’s upset

You caught him in the mirror frowning at himself and poking his stomach

It broke your heart

You’ll confront him about in the the morning while you two still lay in bed

“Jake?”

He’ll hum in acknowledgment but keep his eyes closed

“I love you.” “Te amo, mi amor.”

“Jake?” “Hm?” “I love you.” “Yo también te amo, cariño.”

“Jake.” You’ll cup his cheek. “I love you.”

Jake will open his eyes, slightly concerned

Why’d you say it so... heavy?

Like you meant something behind it

“Cariño?” “I love. You. All of you.”

Oh

Ow

His heart

He’ll smile and place a hand over yours, only moving it to place a kiss on your palm

“Thank you, mi amor.”

Later in the day, tell him he still looks as hot as ever, if not more and he’ll kiss you passionately

He’s never been in a relationship, at least not a romantic one, so this relationship means the entire world to him and you being there for him, comforting him over his anxieties is something he would never let go

It feels so domestic and he could tear up at the thought of having a future with you

Te amo, mi amor - I love you, my love

Yo también te amo, cariño - I love you too, honey

Cariño - Honey

Mi amor - my love