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hollanderfangirl · 2 years

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Episode 5 spoilers!

Back in my thoughts again, you know the drill. A bit lengthy!!

I cannot stop thinking about this scene—how Steven clearly remembers that this was his room,

And how he remembers the exact thing he said during this part of the scene, which proves that he was, in fact, fronting for at least a couple seconds.

BUT. He doesn’t remember anything from this moment forward. That’s why he wanted to see what their mother did to them, and that’s why Marc was set on getting him out of the room before he saw something that would severely taint his memories and what he knew of their childhood. At the same time, Marc knows EXACTLY what happened.

I’m positive that Marc fronted at that moment because he didn’t want Steven to remember what truly happened. It’s his way of making up to Randall/RoRo, I would like to believe. He treats Steven like the younger brother that he lost when he was a child. The one who loved drawing the one finned fish. The one who was always eager for adventure. The one who was screaming for help back in the cave.

Remember? His mother explicitly stated:

“Marc, what do you do? Keep an eye on your brother, okay?” And Marc is set on fulfilling that promise to Steven.

Marc let Steven keep all the good memories, while he himself lived through all of the bad ones, just so that he could protect him from getting hurt and feeling pain. Steven, his alter, who he considers to be his little brother.

That’s the reason why Marc was so adamant about simply telling Steven what had happened in that room at the top of the flight of stairs, so Steven wouldn’t have to watch the memory play out in front of him. Seeing what happened would definitely hurt more than just knowing what happened. By telling Steven himself, he would have control over what he would reveal to him, and how he would tell him.

That’s why Marc’s first thought when waking up in the Asylum was Steven. That’s why Marc never complained about fronting right after Steven was pierced by the weapons back in Mogart’s. That’s why Marc probably set up a line for Steven to contact “his mother”, and why Marc replaced Gus with another fish. That’s why Marc didn’t want Steven finding out about him in the first place.

Marc spent most of his life protecting and saving Steven the way he wished he could’ve protected and saved Randall. I am literally bawling over this.

Also ending this with another appreciation for Oscar Isaac because he’s a damn legend for the breathtaking portrayal of Steven AND Marc. He better earn awards for this series or I will riot.

#moon knight #moon knight spoilers

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hollanderfangirl · 2 years

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THIS IS SO SOFT OMG I LOVE IT 😭😭❤

period gains

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader (could be read for any peter)

warnings ➳ smut, 18+, pwp, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of period blood, strong language, some bad writing man 😭

w.c. ➳ 2k words

summary ➳ peter finds out that you’re on your periods and he can’t go down on you. but he can do other stuff.

i am on my periods and i want peter so 😔🙏 i do hope y’all like this!!

“can i eat you out?”

your head snapped up to look at peter who was currently facing you, sitting on his swivel chair with a nervous, yet determined smirk. your eyes went wide as you registered what he’d said.

when you didn’t speak for another two minutes, peter cleared his throat awkwardly, “...or not?”

your relationship with peter was almost four months old but neither of you had gone past the making out. there was this one time when you almost gave him a blowjob but his aunt interrupted you two by showing up at home earlier than expected and peter had to rush to the bathroom for a cold shower.

“no, i mean… it’s not like i don’t wanna do it.” you said, wondering how all of a sudden he got the confidence to ask you such a straightforward question.

“then what is it?” peter made his way off the chair and to the edge of his bed, sitting beside you before he took your hand in his while the other went to close your book and set it aside.

“peter, i- i don’t think now’s the right time…” you gave him an awkward smile, thinking he’d get what you mean, but all he did was tilted his head to the side, looking like a confused puppy.

“why?” he ran his thumb over your knuckles gently, “are you not ready for it? because that’s completely fair, we don’t have to do anything at all-”

“no, no, it’s not that, pete. i… am on my periods, so i don’t think it would be the best time for you to go down there.” you chuckled. peter’s lips formed an ‘o’ as epiphany rang through his ears. there was a moment of silence, and you could tell that the gears in your pretty boyfriend’s brain were turning, until his face lit up with another smirk.

“we can do something else, then?”

you felt your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks heated up at his comment. he couldn’t have meant that, right. you cleared your throat, “peter, i’m on my periods… there’s a lot of blood.”

“well, i have plastic sheets and paper towels, and other towels for that?” he suggested eagerly, making a tingly feeling spread throughout your body. you wanted it as bad as he wanted it and your hormones weren’t making it any easier to resist his pleas.

“what did you have in mind?” you asked finally.

“maybe i could use my fingers?” he asked, blushing slightly. now that you were actually talking about it, peter felt a little nervous. he really just wanted to treat you well, “we don’t have to go all the way because it’s our first time and i want it to be special for you-”

“oh, i would love to have that right now.” you were quick to cut off peter’s little speech, not believing how easily the words slipped past your lips.

“you would?” peter’s voice was an octave higher when he asked you that, clearing his throat before speaking in a deeper tone, “you would?”

“y-yeah, i think i’m ready, what about you?” you studied his features, waiting for his reply, which didn’t take much time.

“i am.” peter nodded.

“okay then,” you got off the bed carefully, not before planting a soft kiss to peter’s lips, “i’ll go and clean up a little.”

“i’ll get the towels out.”

both of you rushed to complete your respective tasks. while you were in the washroom, peter changed the white bedsheets, replacing them with the plastic sheet and placing the towels on them. he lit up a scented candle to help you relax a bit too, so when you came outside, you let out a sigh of relief, already feeling at ease.

peter dragged you to the bed by your hand, sitting down beside you. his fingers never left yours, intertwining them together, “you know, you can back out at any given moment, right?”

you smiled softly at the sweet boy and nodded, “and so could you.” your hand went up and caressed his cheek, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

peter melted against your lips, kissing you softly as his hands travelled to the back of your neck, gently pulling you closer. the kiss got needier moments later as you tugged at peter’s lips, making a small groan spill out of his throat.

he pushed you back onto the bed gently, never breaking the kiss, until you were laying on your back. your hands tucked at the collar of his flannel shirt, wanting it off. both of you worked on getting the unnecessary clothes off of each other.

you lifted yourself up slightly to help peter slide your t-shirt off. your fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it past his shoulders hurriedly, disbalancing him a little as your heads crashed against each other accidentally, both of you chuckling at your eagerness.

his hands went ‘round your chest, unhooking your bra and you sighed in contentment, feeling the cool air hit your chest. peter admired you with soft eyes, making heat rush up your cheeks as you looked away from his gaze but he was quick to pull your eyes back to his as he pecked your lips. peter kissed down your neck, leaving a few marks until you were breathlessly pleading him for more.

his fingers hooked underneath the waistband of your lower before he looked deep into your eyes, asking for permission. you nodded and peter didn’t have to be asked twice before leaving a kiss over your belly and pulling down your trousers, discarding them onto the floor. he came back up face-to-face with you, scattering a few kisses across your face before his lips found yours again.

you kissed him back, hearing the bedside drawer open as peter shuffled to find the packet of condoms he’d bought a week ago, just in case an opportunity like such showed up. he pulled one out after some struggle, kissing you with as much passion as he had in him.

your hands on his cheeks were keeping him grounded as you went on to wrap your legs around his waist. peter had to pull back, panting heavily as he sat up slightly to push off his pants. he got off the bed quickly, making you chuckle as you leaned up on your elbows watching your boyfriend hastily strip off his remaining clothes.

he pulled down the fabric along with his boxers before sitting back on the bed as he fiddled with the condom packaging, ripping it open. you eyed him shamelessly, running your gaze down his chest, to his abs, to his erection.

he stroked himself a few times and all you could do was watch like some starved person, with a watering mouth and the only thought running through your mind being how desperately you needed all of him inside you.

“like what you see?” peter sassed, making your eyes snap up to his as you gulped, your heart picking up speed once again. peter occupied his previous position, hovering over you, eyes soft as he sensed your nervousness, “hey, hey, it’s only me.” he reassured, cupping your cheek gently, making you look into his eyes, “it won’t hurt, okay? i would never hurt you.”

you smiled softly, feeling your eyes well up at his words and you nodded, “i trust you.” you mumbled, pulling him in for another heartfelt kiss.

peter lined himself up with you carefully, pushing into you ever so gently, making you moan. it was easier for peter to slide into you, given the situation. you wrapped your legs around his waist once again as the sounds each of you were making muffled against each other’s lips.

peter filled you up to the hilt, feeling your walls around him as he groaned into your mouth. he waited for you to adjust, pulling away from the kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

your breaths mingled, feeling each other closer than ever. peter loved this feeling, being able to be so close to you and being able to feel all of you wrapped around him, and he never wanted to get this over with but it was getting hard for him to keep from releasing into the condom with the passing seconds. he buried his head into the crook of your neck, sucking at your soft skin gently until he heard you nod out a, “y-you can move now, petey.”

he pulled back to look at you, taking you guys’ intertwined fingers and holding them on either side of your head, pulling his hips back a little, only to push back into you. you felt a little uneasy at first but that feeling soon went into rubble as peter set a pace for the two of you and you helped him by matching his thrusts.

peter’s dick brushed your g-spot, making you moan out his name and the brunette lost it. hearing his name tumble past your lips as you laid writhing beneath him was all he wanted for all his remaining days. your arms went around to his back, pulling him closer— if that was even possible— as he pushed back and forth, dragging you closer to your high.

“fuck, peter, p-please don’t stop!” you moaned, peter complying to your request as he picked up his pace, making you arch your back as you felt yourself tipping over the edge.

your core convulsed around peter and he groaned, losing his speed as he sloppily thrusted into you, until he felt himself releasing into the rubber. peter was making such pretty sounds— they were like music to your ears— and you saw his face twisted into pleasure. what a sight for sore eyes it was. he panted heavily, giving both of you a few minutes before pulling out of you.

you whined slightly at the feeling but got up carefully to see the mess the two of you had made, “oh god-” you gasped, watching as peter’s bed looked like a scene out of a horror movie, “we need to clean up the traces of the murder.”

peter chuckled softly, getting off the bed and discarding the used condom, “i’ll look after it, you should get cleaned up, babe.”

“no, no, i should help you clean up-”

“princess, i got this.” peter gave you a soft smile, “get the shower going and i’ll join you in a few minutes?”

you returned his smile and agreed to his offer, walking carefully over to the bathroom.

as promised, peter joined you in the shower, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, “you feeling okay?” he asked and you leaned back into him, feeling way better than you did before.

“oh, i’m so good. and you?” you smiled, turning your head to look at him.

“awesome!” peter placed a little peck on your lips, “we should definitely do that again.”

the two of you got out of the shower and peter lent you his clothes— which he probably wad never getting back— and you changed into them, thankful that you had carried another set of pads for emergencies.

while you got dressed, peter quickly changed into his spider suit and went out to buy all kinds of junk food and ice-cream for you. the boy absolutely spoiled you. the two of you cuddled under the fresh set of sheets, surrounded by food as peter played all your favorite rom coms on his laptop and it’s safe to say there was a lot of crying.

from the both of you.

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