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b6cky · 2 years

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loss

synopsis: y/n was always late home, not because of work, but because she would visit her father at a care home every day without fail, it was admirable… but y/n gets bad news.

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader, marc spector x fem!reader (previously established relationship with steven)

warnings: death of a parent, mentions of bad relationship with parent, steven is in a relationship with y/n - marc is not, potentially hinting at abuse in the past (nothing explicitly stated), grief, hurt/comfort

author’s note: this won’t be following the storyline of the show, but minor spoilers about marc’s life w/ his mother ! this will be sort of sad, but it’s mainly a comfort fic :)

reblogs, hearts + comments r always appreciated <3

with an exhausted huff, marc entered his, well steven’s, apartment. it wasn’t often that marc fronted during the day, steven loved his job as much as donna was a bit of a twat to him, he adored being surrounded by egyptian history, marc.. not so much. he’s stated something about the museum being a constant reminder of the god he’d had the misfortune of meeting.

marc walked past y/n’s frozen figure not paying any mind to her, grabbing something to drink from the fridge, “would it kill you to lighten up a bit?” marc muttered, looking at y/n briefly as she sat at the small kitchen table she had bought for her and steven.

“oh, sorry, i’ll … i’ll um put some music on,” y/n stood up, her body visibly stiff as she walked over to the bluetooth speaker sitting by the sink.

“are you alright?” marc furrowed his brows, confused at her odd behaviour. usually she’d quip back at him, saying something like ‘as if you’re a joy to be around’, or ‘when you give me something to smile about, i’ll lighten up’, but this time there was nothing.

“yeah, music, let me put some.. some music on,” y/n nodded to herself, barely speaking at an audible volume.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” marc spoke softly, or as softly as he could. he wasn’t really a soft person, but he tried knowing how much y/n meant to steven. she was important to steven.

“food? you want some food? i can get something cooked up, yeah i’ll only be a few minutes.. music, need some music,” y/n muttered, moving around the kitchen and opening a drawer or two, only to head back to the sink to fiddle with the bluetooth speaker.

“y/n.” he spoke up a bit louder, moving closer to her.

she’s home early?

steven’s concerned voice spoke up and marc looked towards the cabinets, he stared at steven in the reflection of the glass for a few moments and then looked back at y/n who was muttering to herself.

“y/n..” marc stood next to her, looking behind him at the table that had an empty wine bottle and next to it an empty glass, “did something happen?”

y/n looked at marc and it was like she had only just noticed him, despite talking to him only seconds before.

“um..” y/n swallowed the limp in her throat and closed her eyes, “i.. um, my.. my dad.”

marc’s face softened and he realised what had happened. why steven was so confused about her being home early. at this time, y/n would have been at the care home with her father.

“my dad, he um, he passed.” she nodded, blinking away her tears.

“here, c’mon sit down, i’ll get you some water.” he put his hand on her lower back and guided her to the chair she had just been sat on.

“thanks, yeah.. some water, thank you..” y/n muttered to herself as she sat down.

“do you.. want steven?” marc asked, placing a glass of water in front of y/n and dragging the other chair closer to her.

“i..” y/n paused, looking at the glass of water, “i don’t know what i want...”

“alright.. just let me know if you want him, he’s here,” marc nodded awkwardly, unsure of how he was supposed to go about comforting the girlfriend of the man in his head.

“thanks.. ‘ppreciate it.” y/n took the glass of water and took a few sips.

“how did you find out?” marc asked.

“i was there… and, he just fell asleep, it was normal, he usually falls asleep - i guess alzheimer’s really takes it out of you, dunno, but… he just stopped .. breathing.” y/n explained solemnly.

“i’m sorry for your loss,” marc put his hand over her’s and squeezed it.

“it’s weird..” y/n sighed, “my whole life, i’ve just been waiting for this day, i’d pray every night as a child that he would just.. drop dead, but.. i guess i lost my real dad a while ago and .. he was different now, sick of course, but he wasn’t the same man he was and i guess that hurts even more.”

marc just stared into her eyes, letting her talk, knowing that it wouldn’t help for him to try comfort her and that she just needed to speak her mind.

“we never had a good relationship. he was always up my ass for one thing or another and he drove me up the fucking walls, he was a bully, he really and truly was a bully, that is all he ever was!” y/n let out a deep breath and scrunched up her face, “i really can’t believe he’s gone, this is the one thing i always wanted, so why.. does it hurt so fucking bad.”

marc looked down at her hands and thought about his mother, it wasn’t something he did a lot, but he knew exactly how y/n felt, “it hurts because you never got closure.”

y/n looked up and met his eyes.

“you never got closure for the stuff he did and said.. that’s what hurts, he was sick and you got to know a different man, you’re mourning for the sick man who could barely remember his own name, not your father.” marc gulped, licking his lips nervously, his lips suddenly feeling too dry for him to be comfortable.

y/n’s eyes widened a bit and her eyes started to tear up, “yeah..”

“i’m sorry about what he did and what he was like, you of all people don’t deserve that.” the sincerity in marc’s voice struck y/n right in the chest.

“thank you, that means a lot.. coming from you.” y/n smiled sadly, trying to blink the tears away.

“i mean it,” he smiled back, “you’re a good person, you’re good to steven, hell, you’re good to me even if i come back at eleven at night with bloody knuckles,” he laughed, trying to at least for a moment, lighten y/n’s mood, “you didn’t deserve anything that ever happened to you.”

y/n leaned forward and wrapped her arms around marc, his body tensing up for a moment out of shock, but his arms wrapped around her tightly letting her cry on his shoulder. he rubbed his hand up and down y/n’s back soothingly, occasionally reminding her to breathe, or giving her reassurance that she was going to be okay.

the two stayed like that for a while, not that marc minded. he liked it, it was comforting for him just as much as it was for her. marc, although he’d never admit it, was a touch starved man and it was nice to know that y/n trusted him enough to let him be there for her and hold her.

marc, please let me have the body

marc reluctantly pulled away from y/n and whispered, “steven wants the body now.”

“okay,” y/n sniffled, smiling at marc, “thank you, i owe you.”

“try not to get snot over my shirt next time you see me,” marc smirked at her and she laughed, wiping her nose with her sleeve.

“sorry about that.”

“it’s fine, just nice to see you smile again.”

“thank you, marc.” y/n smiled softly at him and picked up the glass of water and gulped down the rest, as steven fronted.

“y/n.. love, you alright?” steven put a hand on her shoulder.

y/n turned her head to face steven and she smiled, “i’m.. a bit better, yeah, thank you.”

“let’s get you to bed, yeah? all nice and cozied up, sound good?” steven smiled back at her.

“mhm,” y/n hummed as steven put an arm around her and guided her to bed.

“good thing you’re already in jammies, ey?” steven chuckled, helping y/n get onto the bed, “let me get changed and i’ll be just a sec.”

“okay,” y/n nodded, her voice slightly drained of any emotion, but steven didn’t take it personally, he knew she was probably still in shock and grieving about her dad. steven rushed over to his dresser and changed out of the clothes marc had dressed the body in that morning, settling for a nice comfortable pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

“so,” he started, getting into the bed next to y/n, grabbing one of her hands with both of his and holding it tightly, “do you need anything? i can do anything you want, love, really! you name it and i’ll do it.. although if you asked me to jump out a window i might hesitate a little bit.”

y/n laughed and shook her head, “steven, if i ever ask you to jump out a window, please don’t.”

“you can’t stop me! i’ll do it, i will!” he laughed with her, and then stopped and looked into her eyes with a softened expression on his face, “really love, what do you need? anything at all.”

y/n pulled him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his torso, putting her head against his chest, “you are enough, just want you.”

“i’m all yours darling.”

“how come you weren’t fronting today? donna say something to you? i swear when i see that cow in the streets no one will be able to stop me from teaching her a lesson.” y/n muttered into his t-shirt and steven chuckled.

“nah… not donna, to be honest, was feelin’ a little lazy today..“ he spoke softly, tracing little shapes into y/n’s back, “marc told me if i didn’t get my ass out of bed, he’d kick my ass… let me just tell you, getting punched by your own fist, biggest betrayal.”

y/n laughed at him, relieved that nothing bad had happened to him and that marc was just helping steven out, “fed gus for you by the way.”

“oh my days, i completely forgot about that, you’re an absolute dream.” steven let out a breath of relief.

“no problem, just glad you’re okay..” y/n mumbled, exhaustion slowly taking over her body.

“let’s get some sleep now, yeah?” steven pressed his lips against her head and squeezed her tightly in his arms.

“yeah.. night night steven.. night marc.” y/n whispered, before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

“night, love.” he smiled.

don’t go into work tomorrow.

“you must think i’m a bloody idiot if you think i’m going into work and not staying here with her.” steven whispered, trying not to wake up y/n, but not hesitating the shoot a glare at the mirror that marc was standing in, his arms crossed over his chest.

marc didn’t say anything, but he raised his eyebrows and looked to the side.

“you are pulling my leg right now. sod off, will ya, i’m trying to sleep here.” steven looked away from the mirror and pressed another kiss to y/n’s forehead.

i’m kidding, g’night steven… take care of her.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Moonboys & Khonshu vs cat || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader || Khonshu x fem!Reader

Summary: How would moonboys interact with a kitten? And how would Khonshu handle a cat if he had to?

Warnings: none

Word count: ~ 2890

Authors: Cass & Rouge

😻 JAKE 😻

It was usual for Jake to announce his return home loudly, but this time he didn't. He entered the apartment and went to the bathroom without removing his cap or jacket.

You peered out of the kitchen after you thought you had heard the lock and keys squeaking. "Jake, is that you?"

"¡Sí! ¡Me das un momento!" He yelled loudly from behind the closed door.

"Of course!"

Within a few moments, Jake walked out of the bathroom. "You better not get in there. I have blood on my stuff. I don't want you looking at it."

A frown appeared on your forehead but you followed him back to the hallway, not questioning anything else.

"How was your day, cariño?" Jake asked, trying to catch your attention.

"I made dinner and tried to reach you but you didn't answer my calls. Was everything okay? I'll wash your stained clothes. Do you want me to wash your jacket as well?" You replied with a frown still on your face.

Sitting down, Jake protested, "None of that is necessary. I can take care of it myself. You don't need to worry yourself."

You proceeded to set the kettle on fire to make Jake his afternoon espresso. It wasn't until you could swear you heard a loud meow sound coming from the bathroom.

Jake heard that too and cleared his throat loudly. "That crazy lady next door. I wonder how many cats she has there."

With a raised eyebrow, you left the kitchen and headed straight to the bathroom. "She only has three of them and none meows like that."

Immediately after getting up, he grabbed your hand tightly. "Since when do you know how her cats meow? I told you not to go there."

"Why not? She's just an older lady. I sometimes help her with shopping and I've been there a few times. She's very kind and her kittens are cute. Also, none of them meow like that, so stop making fun of me, Lockley, and tell me what you're hiding in our bathroom."

Jake continued to argue, "Just blood on my stuff. I don't want you to even look at it."

Another loud meow and a small paw reaching out from under the bathroom's door sold him out.

In a nod, Jake pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. "Okay fine. It's a cat... A kitten to be exact."

"Bring it here," you instructed your boyfriend and walked to the living room.

After rolling his eyes, he went to the bathroom only to return with a kitten in his arms. "Here."

You immediately approached him and rubbed the kitten's head.

"I just found him in the trash can outside and I couldn't leave this little guy there," Jake shrugged.

You made a quiet awww sound and picked the kitten out of Jake's arms.

"I was also unsure if you would let me keep him here," Jake added.

"Why wouldn't I, silly?"

"Because the building owner is weird and you don't want to have any trouble?" Jake gave you one more shrug. "I hope the kitten isn't a problem."

"Like I'd care about the groaning of that old prick," you told him, cradling the kitten in your arms. "How are we going to name the baby?"

I was going to ask you for a name idea, honey. You always come up with great ones."

You picked the cat up to have a brief look between its legs. "It's a boy. So maybe Nuka?"

Jake rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle. "I know it's a boy, silly. Well, you will have to think about more names then."

"You can give your thoughts too, love," you told him. "We need to take our baby to the vet."

"Babies, cariño," Jake muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have a box full of his siblings in my limo."

You blinked. "What?"

"Well... There was more than one kitten."

"How many?"

"Four more," Jake said quietly.

You gasped quietly. "Mr Lockley, I never thought you would care about the plight of poor stray animals."

"I just like cats, okay?!” Jake groaned, not too happy with your teasing.

You put the kitten down and turned to Jake to give him a deep kiss.

He didn't even dare to protest and kissed you back, grabbing your sides. Once you pulled away, he smiled. "What was that for?”

"For bringing this beautiful furball home. Now, chop chop, move your round ass and get his siblings here."

"You want to keep them all?"

"Why not? Our flat is spacious."

This time he grabbed you by cheeks and kissed you deeply. "I love you."

"Go, go and bring them. I can't wait to see those babies."

🙀 STEVEN 🙀

Steven was busy with a new book you gave him recently. Your return to the flat after work caught his attention. "Evening, luv!" He said cheerfully. "Look, I'm reading the book you got me!"

You entered the flat with something nestled in your arms. "Baby! Can you help me out here?"

In the blink of an eye, Steven sprang from the armchair, abandoning the book on the desk. "Did you go shopping again?" Steven asked softly. "One more trip like that and we'll drown in your dresses."

As you shook your head, a soft chuckle escaped your lips. "This time, no. Take a look at who I brought with me."

A small, red-haired cat was curled up in your arms.

Steve smiled, surprised, and gently touched the kitten. "Who might that be?" He chuckled. "You're a cute one, aren't you? Where did you find this poor thing?"

"I noticed him limping down the street near my office. He was so tired that he kept falling, and it appeared that his back paw was injured. I couldn't let him live on the streets any longer... I had no idea what else I could do."

"Did you take it to the vet? Shall I call someone?"

"Actually, I didn't. I wasn't sure if you'd let me keep him because I live by your house, so first I wanted to see if you'd agree," you explained everything.

The kitten you were holding opened his eyes and meowed loudly, his gaze fixed on Steven. The tiny creature was trembling.

As Steven picked up the kitten from your arms, he gently wrapped it in a blanket from the couch.

"Poor little thing. We need to get you warm and cosy. Then we should take you to the right doctor," He abruptly stopped, looking at the fish tank. "Oh, bloody hell. We cannot have cats here. Gus... Cats eat fish."

You blinked as you listened to Steven's words. "But, babe? Gus lives in his tank. The tank is covered from above. And the kitten is too young to comprehend the significance of his own cat nature and hunting abilities. Not to mention that he's hurt. If he grows up around Gus, he will never attack him..." You made an effort to make your points clear.

"He will learn how to get under the covers if he grows up here," Steven explained, looking at the kitten.

You approached Steven and gently took the cat wrapped in a blanket from his arms. "So, why are you holding such a raging beast?" You couldn't pretend not to be angry with Steven. "It's only a kitten. A furball. He will not attack your goldfish. But if you take him as a treat, I'll take him with me to my old flat, where he won't try to hunt, kill, or eat anyone nor anything."

Don't act so dramatic, darling. I didn't say I wanted to throw him out."

"I'm not being dramatic, but you're accusing him of something he'll never do. You stated that cats consume fish. That is, you attempted to find him guilty before he committed a crime. Are you playing Ammit?" You started raising your voice.

Grabbing your arm gently, Steven protested, "Don't pull that card on me now, luv. I don't judge the kitten. I am just worried about Gus. That's all."

"Do you honestly believe I won't teach the cat not to eat Gus, and treat him like a part of the family instead? Do you think I'm a horrible person? You already know how much I adore your goldfish," you protested.

I never said I thought anything like that. Now you put things into my mouth, and that's something I don't like," Steven said, shaking his head. "Let's get the little guy to the vet, okay?”

"Yes."

Steven nodded and gave you a small smile. "Then we will go to the pet store and get him everything he needs."

"And you promise to not accuse the little one of anything, deal?'

"I promise."

It had been two months. Freddy, the kitty, was doing much better after his injured leg was treated by the veterinarian. He was a bouncing ball of energy who was too cute to not be liked by everyone in the house.

You got home earlier one day because your boss had to close the store where you worked a bit earlier due to computer problems. How surprised were you that Steven wasn't there to greet you right away.

He was on the couch with the kitten on his lap. He was moving his finger right above the kitten's head, giggling when Freddy tried to catch it. "Look at you. Jumping like a little bunny. Someone is getting better."

Your heart melted at that precise moment. You were annoyed with Steven at times for being too harsh with the kitten, but the man was still concerned about his beloved goldfish. However, the scene you witnessed convinced you that Steven adored your new pet. "Hey, boys, I'm back. I can see you two are having a lot of fun!"

"Oh yes we do!" Steven cooed, stroking Freddy's little cheek. "He was a good kitten the entire day. Today, I woke up with him sleeping on my chest. I-it's okay, right?"

"I've been convincing you that he's not a beast, but a sweet, fluffy furball," you flopped on the couch next to Steven and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thanks for giving him a chance. You did the best thing possible by saving his life."

"Although I try, I still get nervous when he sits under the tank and watches," Steven admitted, kissing Freddy's head. "But he is indeed a cute, little furball."

"He watches Gus because it's interesting to him to see other animal just floating so peacefully in the water," you explained. "It's nice to see you two getting along so well. I'm pretty sure you both are the cutest boys around."

😾 MARC 😾

Marc loved visiting your flat. Your cat was the only thing he didn't like. The animal hated Marc, despite your claims that it was sweet and cute.

Your cat was a lovely black girl with a pointy nose and big, golden eyes. She was a sweet furball around you, but whenever Marc came into your flat, she transformed into a demon, as if possessed.

When Spector entered the room that day, your kitten ran up to him and hissed loudly.

Marc frowned in disbelief at the cat. "Yeah. Glad to see you too," Spector groaned, already annoyed before he looked at you. "Why is she like this?"

"Maybe she's just a bit jealous of you, you know? You're the only man that visits us and you pay all of your attention to me," you told him after making it to the hallway to greet him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. There is no doubt in our minds that she is your one and only baby."

"But she can sense that you're a leader type here," you commented. "Maybe we can run a short test?"

"Test? Should I be worried?"

"No. Just come with me," you grabbed Spector's hands and led him behind you, right to the living room.

Reluctantly, Marc nodded and followed you, squeezing your palm.

You asked him to take a seat on the couch.

As reluctantly as before, Marc took a seat and got comfortable. "What are you planning?”

You took a seat by his side, and asked him, "Kiss me now."

Before pulling you into a deep kiss, Marc teased, "So demanding."

The moment you started kissing, your cat jumped on the couch and aggressively poked Marc's lap with her paw.

He glared at the cat, then at you, with an annoyed growl. "She seriously has a problem with me getting close to you. What now?"

In the softest voice you could muster, you advised, "Give her some attention. And change your tone, she can sense your exasperation."

As soon as I touch her, she's going to try to scratch me, you're aware of that, right? She's done that before."

"At least this time, trust me."

As Marc rolled his eyes, he decided to gently scratch the cat behind the ear. It was a hit with cats, wasn't it? What could possibly go wrong?

You knew everything you said was true when you heard a loud purr of approval filling the room.

"I wonder when she'll happily sink her claws into my hand," Marc joked.

The kitten jumped on his lap, made two small spins and laid down, purring loudly. Some moments later, a meow accompanied.

"I still don't trust her. I saw her sharp teeth," Marc said, scratching the cat's back.

"If you give her the attention she seeks, there's no way she'll think of attacking you."

"Are you sure about that? It's a mini version of a tiger."

"It's just a kitten, Marc. You're several times bigger than she is."

Marc was brave enough to pick up the cat and display it to you like a little lion. "Look at those paws. Mini tiger."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Marc, it's a small kitten. She won't eat you alive and all she needs is love."

The cat meowed loudly, wiggling her tail.

"She agrees with me,” Spector added, happy that the kitten finally stopped hissing at him.

"You see? We can say you tamed her in some way," you smiled at Marc.

Marc chuckled and took a look at the kitten. "Yep. When she's not hissing at me, she's not so bad.

The cat freed herself and instantly placed herself on Marc's lap again, purring loudly as soon as her golden eyes were closed and Marc started scratching her back again.

BONUS

🐱 KHONSHU 🐱

Khonshu asked, watching you carry a cat in your arms, "What's the point of this creature even being here?"

A small frown crept on your forehead after you heard Khonshu's words. "Well, she's my cat, and I love her. Do I really need some deeper purpose in keeping a cat at home?"

He scoffed, "In my time those were treated like saints and not like common house mascots."

"Would you tell me more, Khonshu? Of course, I've heard they were worshipped in Egypt."

“Is there anything else you would like to know, woman?" Khonshu asked.

"How did it start?"

"Have you heard about the goddess Bastet?”

"Yes, I did."

"There's no need to discuss that then," the god nodded, getting closer to gently rub the cat's head. "The Egyptians believed cats brought good luck. To honour them, wealthy families dressed them in jewels and fed them royal treats."

Your kitten tried to grab Khonshu's hand, meowing loudly. "This is what I need to do for my beautiful Nea," you smiled, looking at your cat.

"Do you know how to mummify it?" Khonshu asked curiously.

You blinked in disbelief, shaking your head.

"You don't? And you house a cat? Pathetic.”

"I won't mummify my cat after she passes away," you said with a frown. "She'll be buried, that's all."

A roar came from Khonshu. "What? You all lack even a shred of respect these days! I knew humans were stupid, but now it's ridiculous and disrespectful."

"What's your problem this time, 'ol bird?"

He scoffed, scratching the cat's head as he said, "You humans have no respect for old customs. Poor thing will die and be buried without respect."

Your cat tried to be picked up by the creature as best she could.

Khonshu picked up the cat and scratched its chin. During my time, owners would shave their eyebrows as a sign of mourning. They would mourn until their eyebrows grew back," the god stated simply.

You blinked and frowned more. You thought to yourself that as much as you loved your kitten, there was no way for you to shave your fucking eyebrows as a sign of mourning. "Well, it was centuries ago, Khonshu. And now we live in the modern world and we have modern ways to worship our dead, beloved ones."

By burying them like ordinary animals. Modern people are so pathetic and weak."

"Even though you think we're weak and pathetic, we've gained longevity not only for us but also for others thanks to medicine and science," you argued with Khonshu.

A life full of nothing. Hardly worth extending," Khonshu muttered, absorbed in the care of your feline companion.

Your kitten climbed on her back legs and licked Khonshu's beak.

"I will ensure that you are respected after you are gone, my dear," Khonshu promised, stroking your kitten's head carefully.

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softieekayy · 10 months

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Okay yall I’m trying to find two moonknight fics. One is where the reader is being fucked by Jake in his limo and he films it and there’s also some gun play involved. The other one is on Ao3 where Layla and Marc hate the reader for doing something to Marc but she was just trying to protect them or something and there’s this chapter in the series where reader is captured by Harrow and he shoots her and Marc arrives too late to come save her or something. It is like really angsty. If anyone can find and link them below it’d be highly appreciated!!

EDIT: i found the Jake one. It’s called bad habits by Qakegf on Ao3!!

EDIT NO.2: @ellie-williamss found the second fic for me!! It’s this one

#moonknight #marc spector x reader fluff #Marc spector angst #Marc spector fluff #Marc spector x reader smut #Steven grant #Steven grant x reader #Steven grant angst #Jake lockley smut #Jake lockley #layla el faouly #khonshu

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Adeline’s Hex +18 Smut

Slight Dom!Steven Grant x Black!Virgin!Reader

A/N: When I write the reader, the intention is so that it is inclusive. However, there aren’t much fics catered to black women specifically. Every now and then I want to write fics catered to a specific kind of reader so they’ll feel represented but honestly anyone can enjoy this fic 😊 Who wouldn’t with all the smuttiness that will ensue. This is a sex pollen fic,too. Please Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.4k words

Summary: When a mysterious artifact is delivered to the museum. You and Steven decide to inspect it. What you didn’t anticipate was the item containing a potent drug similar to ecstasy, sex pollen.

Warnings: age gap (legal), public sex, p in v (unprotected), loss of virginity, slight blood kink, black magic, slight dub con (via sex pollen), (reverse cowgirl) riding, oral sex (f receiving), graphic language

Adeline’s Hex

You’d gotten this huge opportunity to work in a very prestige Egyptian-centered historical museum in London having to move from the U.S. When you’d first arrive as the curator for the museum, you were incredibly nervous. After all you were young and just getting your foot in the door of the art world.

But then you met Steven Grant. The cute, wacky, intelligent mercenary who happened to speak French, too. Soon the two of you were the best of friends and you’d talk shit about your short-termpered boss, Donna, in French and developed your own insiders.

Although, you’d always found Steven to be quite attractive, you wouldn’t dare ruin the bond you both shared. Not to say that there weren’t any attempts on your part to showcase your attraction. You’ve definitely flirted with him on occasion. You laid it on thick sometimes, even. Yet, it didn’t seem like he paid you any mind in that kind of way. Why would he when he’s already had women fawning over him and hoping to bed him? You assumed that in his eyes he’d looked at you as the young, nerdy, naive art enthusiast looking for a mentor.

But you didn’t want a mentor or a friend in him. You wanted more. You’d fantasized about his hands and lips all over you nearly every night. It didn’t help that he’d give you light touches throughout the day either. Patting you on the back, moving the kinky curls of your hair from your eyes, fleeting hand touches. Not to mention, his intense stares when you’d go on rambling about a random topic. It was all too much.

It was evening. The museum closed. You were at your desk looking at some new arrivals to expect for the museum.

Steven closes up shop, heading over to you with a heavy wooden crate with a crowbar at the top.

“Delivery.” He singsongs.

I look up from my computer. “Where’d that come? I’ve already received all the needed packages for today.”

“I’m not quite sure but it’s postmarked to this very museum,” He sets it down on the desk before picking up the crowbar. “And it comes with a bonus gift!”

You stood up from your seat, going around your desk so that you could get a closer inspection of the box. The big, red word: “FRAGILE” plastered on the side.

“I wonder what it could be.” You say eyeing the thing.

“Worst case scenario: it’s a bomb.” Steven jokes.

“Well, no point in letting the time tick to zero,” You say, still studying the box for any clues. “Wanna do the honors or should I?”

“You mean, we’re going to actually open the creepy death box.”

“Yes, I’d kinda want to know if what’s in here is actually meant to be here or if we’d have to call SCO-19. Quit being a scaredy cat.” You teased.

“Since, I’m a gentleman,” He says with a shaky voice. “I’ll do the honors.”

You put a hand over your heart further teasing him. “Aw, my hero.”

Steven shoves the tip of the crowbar into the box’s top, hearing a crack to signal that its opening up. Steven still hesitant to open the box, you place a hand over his to grip the crowbar as well. You both look at each other, nod, then pull down.

A final crack sounds and the box is fully open and a cloud of dust disperses. Packing peanuts and bubble wrapped stuffed at the top of the box, obscuring your view of the items inside. Steven takes the initiative and puts his hand into the box and pulling out a porcelain doll with dark brown skin and a traditional Haitian dress. The doll had a sad expression on its face. A red ribbon tying a description tag to the doll’s right hand.

“A doll?” Steven asks, bewilderment in his tone.

“Looks familiar,” You take it from his hands, inspecting it. You notice Steven wiping his hands on his pants. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, just a bit of dust, is all.”

Thats’s when you read the name on the tag and your eyes widened. “La Peau de Lueur.” You whispered.

“Glow Skin,” Steven translates. “What does that…” Steven looks at his hands seeing it shimmer like glitter.

Your eyes widened. “My parents told me the story of this artifact as a child. When they were younger and living in a small village in Haiti, there was a woman, Adeline. She killed herself after learning of that her husband was unfaithful. When the authorities found the body, she was found clutching a doll in her right hand. Legend has it that she was a witch who dabbled in black magic and transferred her soul to the doll. Whoever is unlucky enough to encounter it will be hex’d. This dust is no ordinary dust, Steven. It’s some fucking kind of potent death pollen!”

Steven is now heavily breathing, a bead of sweat forming at his forehead. “Bloody hell,” He exclaims. “That can’t possibly be true. Are you saying we could die?”

“It sounds absurd, yes. But look at us. We’re a mess. It must be real.”

Your heartbeat was racing and the your skin shimmered. Steven had more exposure than you so his symptoms were full blown. His eyes were dark, lips pouty, raging erection straining his pants, and the shimmering against his olive skin made him look so delicious.

“There must be something we could do.”

Your legs felt like jelly. You rest your back against one of the tall pillars in the room for support.

You read the note on the card aloud.

*“Quand la poussière retombe

La peau brillera

La chaleur va monter

Tu rencontreras ta mort

Mais à travers les affres de l'extase

Alors tu seras Libra.”

“Throes of ecstasy? As in…”

You nod. “It’s the only way to break the curse.”

It was unfortunate that your first time having sex would be an involuntary decision. But somehow you felt worse for Steven. He’s no way attracted to you yet he’s forced in this union, too.

“Do you want this?” His body suddenly against yours. You were now sandwiched between his hard body and the hard pillar.

The aching and throbbing between your legs increases. “I do. I want it.” You bite back a moan as he ground himself against you, feeling his arousal. His body against yours gave some relief but it wasn’t enough.

He brings his both his hands up, sliding them over your clothed arms before settling them at the buttons of your cardigan. He looks up at you and you nod. Unbottoning the sweater, he pulls it off you before throwing it to the ground.

You wore flimsy white spaghetti stap top underneath. Your nipples hard, peaking through. He ghosts his lips over your collarbone as he lowers the straps to your top.

Then, He blows air against your neck while plucking at your nipples through your shirt. And you absolutely melt. “Mmm.” You moan with a shudder.

“Is that good?” He sounded so sexy. Lust clearly in his voice. His accent thicker than ever. You reminded yourself it was only the pollen that’s causing him to want you.

“Yes. So good.” You dig your nails into the small of his back.

“I can practically smell your arousal between your legs,” His lips now to your ear. “Would you like me to taste?”

You nod, frantically.

“Use your words, love.”

“Please. Taste me, Steven.” You say, breathlessly.

“Such a good girl.” He growls before his hands hikes up your pencil skirt. He slowly pulls down your underwear, lowering to his knees. Draping one of your legs over his shoulders, his face is now staring at your cunt.

He groans, bringing his finger up to spread your lips. “Look at that pretty pussy. So wet. So plump. Begging to be filled.”

His swipes his tongue quickly at your clit. You put a hand over your mouth to suppress a scream.

He pulls your hand away. “No. I want to hear you. Put your arms behind you. Wrap them around that pillar until I tell you to move them.”

You whine but all you could do was obey. His presence itself commanded it. “Keep your eyes on mine.” He says as he’s inching towards your pussy. His lips latching onto your clitoris.

You’re a writhing and moaning mess. Your moans bouncing through the walls of the museum. “St-Steven, f-fuck.”

“That’s it, darling. Scream for me,” His hot breath against your core. “Go on and let those hands free. Want them in my hair.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. Your hands immediately flew down to grip his dark curls, pushing his head further against you. You don’t know whether you want to throw your head back to scream or continue looking into his lust-filled eyes.

He’s gone completely feral. He feasted on your flesh as if you were the juiciest fruit. Your breathing becoming so frantic, you were worried you’d pass out.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking incredible.” He groans, kissing at your flesh. You notice him jerking himself as he ate you out.

“Steven,” You whimpered. You were so turned on by the sight of him getting pleasure from your pleasure. “I need you to fuck me. Now. I’m aching for you.”

“Gotta get you ready for me, love.”

He pushes a finger in you. Your eyes widen at the intrusion. You’ve had your fingers in you before but his were way thicker and longer. “Oh, my god. Oh, fuck.”

“A tight little thing, aren’t ya,” He says, pumping his finger in and out. “I’ll have to break you in.” He adds another finger, looking up to watch your reaction.

You squirm and cried out. His thick fingers stretched you in ways you weren’t sure were possible. He pumped in and out of you at a slow, teasing pace, rubbing at your clit with his thumb at a similar speed.

But then he adds his tongue into the equation once again. You were a goner. The coil finally snaps and you scream an ear -piercing scream. But his tongue doesn’t stop and he’s still pumping with his fingers at your sensitive core.

You were a sobbing mess and it only seemed to urge him on. This man was not the Steven you knew. The man you knew was shy, sweet, level-headed. But this Steven was a man possessed. “Oh god, please. I need your cock. I want you to ruin me.”

This seemed to be enough to end both of your torture because he pulls his mouth away from your dripping core. He spreads your cardigan on the floor. “Strip.”

You both quickly discarded of your clothes. Steven’s lying on his back on the cardigan. “I want you to ride me.”

You put your legs on either side of his body. Lowering yourself, your pussy hovering just above his erection. It stood tall, looked painfully hard but ready to enter you. It looked almost intimidating.

“I’m a virgin,” You confess. You know you were ruining the mood. But you had to let him know. Obviously, you had to do this or the inevitable will happen but you had to warn him in case the sex is bad. In case, he questioned you for your inexperience.

He looks up at me with pity. “Honestly, I would’ve wished to be able to take you out on a date before we went to this step.”

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes,” He put his hands to his face. “I’m a fool for holding back for so long. I was just scared you didn’t see me that way. Not to mention, you’re much younger. I assumed you prefer men—“ He chokes out a moan as you lowed down on his dick taking his tip into you.

“Steven! Shit. You’re so fucking big,” You bring your hands back behind you, resting them on both his legs for support. “I want you to watch your cock filling me.”

You lowered yourself taking him inch by inch. The stretching causing a slight burn. Groans slipping from both your lips. You go up again and slide back down. Eventually, you find a delicious rhythm that has you both basking in its intensity.

“God, I love watching that tight cunt swallowing me whole.” His cock glistening from your slick and blood. He didn’t want to admit it to you but he took pride in seeing the blood as a reminder that he’s officially popped your cherry.

He’s dreamt of this moment for so long. He assumed you to be inexperienced because of the way you’d blush when anything remotely sexual was mention, but you’d been virgin. It made the most sense.

After going up and down a few times, pleasure took over most of the pain of being stretched and soon you brought your hands to his chest for support and slamming down your hips. He bottoms out.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Steven groans.

You ride him as if this was something you’ve done countless times before. You circle your hips and went up and down, teasing him a bit.

“You’re doing amazing,” He praises.

You lean in, kissing him. The kiss is hungry and your tongues fought for dominance as you continue to ride him. When you pulled away, a line saliva connecting your lips broke off against your chin and dripped down your chest.

“You’re so wet. You feel so good around me,” You clenched, he moans at the action. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“I’m gonna cum, too. Want your cum so badly. I want you to cum on my ass.” You whine. He growls at that proclamation. Your butt was one of the many parts of you that he loved.

You rotate yourself with his dick still inside, your back now facing him. He takes your hips and pounds into you. “Oh, fuuuck!” The pressure in your stomach building.

“Rub that clit for me, darling,” He moans. “Go on. Let me feel you cum.”

Those words were enough. You feel your orgasm crash into like a freight train. You rubbed at yourself frantically, trembling violently on his cock. Tears once again streaming down your face. Clenching super hard around him making it difficult for him to pump in and out of you. Your breath taken away. You gasp for air. Once you recovered your breath, you felt Steven’s thrust begin to falter.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He pulls out of you with a groan and you feel the spurts of warmth on your ass. “Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, completely satisfied.

You slip off of him laying beside him on the cardigan. The two of you panting for air until you both broke out in giggles.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the middle of the museum. We are so fired.” You laughed.

Steven laughs, shrugging. “Worth it.”

English Translation

* When the dust settles

The skin will shimmer

The heat will rise

You will meet your demise

But through the throes of ecstasy

Then so shall you be set free

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Tea Kettle

I burned the shit outta my finger when I was making coffee earlier, and while I was running it under cold water, my first thought was Steven and Marc.

So please enjoy this blurb from the depths of my brain in response to this tiny finger trauma I have suffered.

No warnings, just a little swearing, minor burn, and fluffy fluff fluff.

“Shit!”

Your voice, followed by the sound of breaking ceramic had Steven and Marc running to the kitchen in an instant. They relaxed a little upon seeing you weren’t gushing blood or passed out.

“What’s wrong, dove?” Steven asked, brows knit tight together as they made their way around the kitchen counter. The remnants of your favorite mug–the one he’d gotten you when he came back from Cairo and had to explain everything–were scattered on the tile and you were clutching your hand to your chest.

“Careful, the glass,” you warned looking at him over your shoulder. “I just burned my finger with that stupid-ass kettle.”

Steven frowned internally, but Marc chuckled a little at your pouty face and the look of disdain you cast to Steven’s old beat up tea-kettle. He backed out of the kitchen and slipped on a pair of shoes before coming back and making his way to your side.

“Let me see,” Marc urged. You gingerly extended your injured hand towards him and showed him the red welt forming on the top of your ring finger. He was satisfied that it wasn’t anything too serious, but he was still worried about your bare feet and the scattered shards of glass on the floor. “Here,” he slipped his hands around the back of your thighs and lifted you up. Marc set you on the counter by the sink and turned on the cold water. “Let that run over it while I clean this up.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, looking sheepishly at your broken mug.

“I’m going to throw out that old piece of rubbish,” Steven glared at the offending object as he grabbed the broom and dustpan.

“Don’t do that,” you laughed, “It’s not the kettle’s fault that I burned myself.”

“I don’t care, nothing hurts my girl like that.” Steven nodded. Once his mind was made up on something, he had a tendency to stick to it.

It only took them a moment to clean the mess, triple checking for any minute fragments that could be hiding on the dusty floor.

“I think we still have some aloe gel in the bathroom,” Marc muttered, mostly to Steven as they dumped the mess into the trashcan. They disappeared for just a second ad after a bit of rummaging and a few curses from Marc, your boyfriends returned triumphant.

“Wait,” you jerked your hand away before he could squeeze the gel onto the tiny red welt.

“What?” Marc huffed, his gaze softening when he noticed your trembling lower lip. “I’m sorry, baby. What is it?”

“Kiss it first?” you asked sheepishly. But they just grinned. With a calloused hand, they lifted yours to their mouth and placed two featherlight kisses on the spot.

“One from each of us,” Steven explained before squirting a pea-sized amount of the gel on the pad of his finger and carefully dabbing it onto yours.

A few days later, you came home to see a brand new electric kettle sitting on the counter with a bright blue ribbon on top and a sticky note attached.

Love, us. ♡

#moon knight #moon knight spoilers #steven grant fluff #steven grant #marc spector fluff #marc spector #moon knight fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant x reader fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector x reader fluff #moon knight x reader #moon knight x reader fluff

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down2illusions · 2 years

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Notecard: Message Sent

Focus Ship: Marc Spector/ Steven Grant x Reader

Word Count: 1205

Content: Second person POV, focus mostly on Reader (no use of Y/N), Surprise flowers, unsigned notecards,, Steven trying to be funny and Marc being soft, hurting Marc’s feelings a little 🤏 bit, lightly implied mental health struggles for reader, obvious clues, slight cliffhanger for an end credit scene

Summary: You received flowers from an unknown sender while at work. You don’t know who sent them, but they need to stop psychologically attacking you with positive messages.

A/N: This is my first fic for Moon Knight and I’m trying to get comfortable with writing the characters. I'd appreciate it if you can tell me how I did so I can improve. I hope you enjoy the read, if not, happy scrolling!

A white note card poked into your fingertips. The black ink from a felt-tipped pen forced you to keep the card in your hands. You could fidget all you wanted, but never put it down.

Don’t stress yourself out too much, Sunshine. I promise it'll brighten up.

Ironic how this message, short and sweet, made your hair turn white the longer you stared.

The first time you read it, a quick glance more than anything, it was a surprise. Marc and Steven wouldn’t send flowers to your job, but the card wasn’t signed by anyone. Contrary to what a few of your coworkers believe, you had no clue who sent you the flowers the note card was attached to. There wasn’t much time to dwell, work had to continue.

The second time you scanned the print, it was because the tiny, white flowers gazed at you through the bush of sunflowers. You gave into the pleading eyes, picking the card out of the stand. The second read turned into a third, then forth, then you stopped. You blinked fast with the card inches from your face. If you were to almost cry over two sentences on a piece of paper, then you would rather be at home.

You left the room to go to the restroom and collect yourself. You tried to put it out of your mind, but the words seared into your brain. You didn’t know who sent you those flowers, but they’ve seen you.

Now that you’re home, your eyes cycle through the two sentences again and again. No matter how many times you read it, the words stay the same– as hard as it was to believe that someone would send you these.

Your eyes linger on the promise, a rock thrown through a window. How did they know you were having a hard time in the first place? You stay up into the early hours of the morning, but you don’t tell anyone you were tired. You walk out the door everyday after you made sure you looked well enough. No matter what’s thrown your way, you don’t let it stop you. You swallowed, your grip tightened on the note card. Were you not as good as you thought you were?

If this stranger was able to find out, does this mean Marc and Steven were catching on too? If they already caught on, they would say something, right?

The atmosphere thickened, the flowers on your desk stared back with vicious intent. You couldn’t let anyone know what they meant to you, but the idea of throwing them away left a tear in your gut.

An image from the corner of your eye pulled you out of the haze and spiral snapping your head toward Steven. He had a pamphlet and a thicker book in his hands along with a lingering smile on his face. His bag was on the arm of your couch, open, in front of the door, and his spare-key hung on the tiny shelf next to the door. Your eyes landed on him as quickly as they left. Your throat tightened. He was looking at you, past you, and probably through you, as well.

Before he was able to ask any questions, you answered, “Sorry I didn’t get the door, I’m trying to figure out who sent me these and I didn’t hear you.” You tilted your head slightly toward the flowers turning your attention to the paper again.

Steven’s smile came back on his face. “It’s alright, we all have our days. Although, whoever sent these must have good taste. How’d you know it wasn’t us,” he asked, placing the items on the couch.

You shook your head, “Neither of you send me flowers...”

Dense clouds rolled into the room, the tear in your stomach doubled. “I give you flowers…” There was no accent, only the echo of your bad choice of words and a sickening feeling in your head.

With wide eyes, you stammered to find a grasp on your sentence. “Sorry, not what I meant-“ you mustered. You put the notecard down and got up from the chair. Marc got you carnations a few weeks ago, “you do give me flowers–” the box of dried flowers, a handful from each bouquet, came to memory– along with the notecards he and Steven wrote paperclipped together in your desk drawer. “You give me a lot of flowers, and I love them, and I love you, I appreciate you, you’re an amazing partner– Steven, you’re also an amazing partner and– “

Your hand was lifted up, Marc’s thumb caressing the back of it as he smiled with a slight nod. “We know…”

The tension leaves the room allowing you to breathe. Gazing at the hands quietly you explained, “you wouldn’t have flowers delivered to my job. My coworkers are very nosey. Even if you wanted them all in our business, I know you’d give them to me or at least sign the card. Y’know?”

“So who got you those?”

You shook your head. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out, but they didn’t sign the card or put anything useful. It’s just telling me to ‘be positive!’”, you finished with playful mockery.

Marc laughed alongside you lowering your hands. “So what are you planning on doing with them,” he asked looking at the flowers.

“Keeping them, I guess. I can’t just throw them away.”

“Yeah, it really brightens up the place. It also distracts from all the papers you have lying around.”

“I’m working on it,” you pull your hand out of his and give him a light shove.

“You’ve been “working on it” for a while now.”

“It’s a process,” you said walking over to your desk. Admittedly, Marc had a point. The mess was spreading to every conceivable flat surface. You grabbed the nearest heep and straightened out the papers then started topping it with whatever loose sheets and notebooks came into your sight.

“Maybe we should head to the shops,” Steven said, joining you at your desk. ”We can’t have some random person showing us up, yeah? I can also tell you about the new display.”

The flowers stood out against the navy sky beyond the window, the smaller buds were no longer vicious. They were only flowers, nothing more. ”Yeah.” You put down the papers, then slid the notecard under the vase. You glimpsed at the name the sender called you. Sunshine. The sender didn’t intend on throwing a rock through the window. Yeah, we should go,” you smiled at Steven.

You spent too long staring at that notecard. You can worry about the details another time.

—

You walked into the breakroom where a new vase of sunflowers sat. One of your coworkers told you it was here before opening. You approached the flowers and went right for the note with no time to waste– it was bad enough you came in late, you didn’t need another distraction.

It was a different note card, one with a fancy design on the back of the card, instead of plain white. You flipped it over to find the pretty print of ballpoint ink.

It’s okay to relax a little. Have a great day, Sunshine.

–JL

#if I have to deal with my mediocre writing so do you #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockely x reader #Marc Spector x reader fluff #Steven grant x reader fluff

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ashessonfire · 4 months

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Moonknight requests <3

After going on another Moonknight rampage, I really want to write for the boys!! Please send in any ideas, fic requests, or headcanons, I will work with anything (only off limit is no smut!!) <33

#moon knight #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moonknight headcanons #steven grant x reader fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x reader fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley fluff #steven grant headcanons #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #marvel x reader

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lokisfirecracker · 2 years

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marc spector tags

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x female reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector angst #marc spector smut #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector x reader fluff #marc spector x reader angst #marc spector x reader smut

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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Flashing Light

Them comforting you during a storm

The bang and clap of thunder is what stirred him from his sleep but it didn't fully wake him what did was the small whimper that left you when a lightning hit close by causing the hall light to flicker.

He would wrap his arms around you pulling into your chest, he'd pull the blankets tightly around you as you held onto him with fear, his chest vibrating as he softly hummed your favorite song.

Your body would shake with each flicker and clap of lightning and he would tighten his hold on you and bringing you further into him if possible, his eyes staring into the darkness as he leaned his chin onto your head.

He wouldn't try to move to much he knows that he should just stay still and be there to comfort you, if the lightning got closer and louder he slowly move his hands to press them over your ears as he pressed his forehead to yours.

When the storm finally passed and your shaking figure finally calmed down he would stay awake for a few more hours coming up with a way he could sound proof the place or have something you could wear so it wouldn't bother you further.

Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen

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b6cky · 2 years

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overachiever

requested by anon

request/synopsis: the reader suffers from self-loathe due to emotionally abusive parents, often seeks validation through achievement, frequently compares themselves, immense guilt & shame for past mistakes and they just feel, undeserving or unworthy. and someday they just fall into this spiral of self hatred and steven or marc sort of reassures them. i'd like the reader to be in a romantic relationship with steven (and only steven).

pairing: steven grant x gn!reader (romantic), marc spector x gn!reader (platonic/acquaintanceship)

warnings: child abuse (mentioned/implied), emotional abuse (mentioned/implied), hurt/comfort, panic attack, y/n not in a great mental mindset, unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader gets triggered

moonknight taglist: @laufeyamp

author’s notes: don’t push yourself to read anything that may be triggering to you, take care of yourself before anything else <3 i hit 350 while on my hiatus thank you everyone so much :) i hope you like this!!!

likes, rbs and comments are always appreciated <3

y/n was certainly not a stranger to overworking themself and that much was obvious to those that were close to them. hell, even those that weren’t - like marc.

recently y/n had been working themself to the bone at their job during the day and at home during the night. it was starting to worry steven, he obviously knew that y/n suffered with their mental health sometimes, it was a topic he often avoided speaking about with y/n. every time he would bring it up, they’d shut down emotionally and mentally checked out of the conversation. but he was getting really worried about about them.

“y/n, love…” steven nervously fidgeted with his hands, looking at the back of y/n’s head. they were hunched over slightly, typing away at their computer, “could we talk?”

y/n tried to play his words off, but their fingers froze on the keyboard, the phrase ‘could we talk?’ shot a spear of insecurity right through their chest, but they tried to get right back to work.

“what’s up, steven? we can talk, i’m just finishing this report for someone at work,” y/n mumbled back to him, “and i have that report to do for mike after, but i could do it tomorrow? no, i’d rather do it tonight and get it done.”

at this point, y/n wasn’t even talking to steven, more to themself if anything.

“okay.. i just, i dunno, gosh how do i do this,” steven gulped taking a deep breath, oblivious to y/n’s hands that had started to shake. is he going to break up with me. was all that y/n could think in that moment, the words on their screen blurring.

“y/n, i think you need a break.. from work i mean,” steven added quickly, not wanting to accidentally break up with his partner, “you’ve been working so hard recently, and i just thought.. maybe you’d like to go for a walk, or maybe watch some telly?”

“a break?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed together and they turned to look at steven, “from what? i’ve been barely doing anything?”

at this point their demeanour had switched from anxious to confused and angry, not steven, but at themself.

“what?” steven was shocked, “barely doing anything? have you lost your bloody mind? sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean that like that, you’ve just.. you’ve been so busy, you need a break, just come sit with me?”

“i can’t, i have to get this work done, jim, harry, kerri and lisa all expect this done by tomorrow, i can’t let them down, i’m not even working as much as i should, steven!” y/n huffed, frustrated at themself and the fact they weren’t doing as much as they thought they should.

“love, would you just listen? please, just relax for a sec-“ before steven could utter another word, y/n’s head snapped in his direction and they felt something inside them snap.

“relax?!” y/n raised their voice, “i can’t relax, steven! i have to get this work done, i have to keep working, i have to keep taking people’s work to do, i have to keep doing favours for people, i have to keep working! if i don’t, i’ll lose my job, people won’t like me, they would’ve been right all along and i can’t give them the satisfaction!!”

y/n didn’t wait for a reply, before they went back to the chair and sat down, getting right back to work.

“y’know, if people don’t like you if you’re not doing favours for ‘em, they probably aren’t good people,” marc leaned against the doorframe, staring at the back of y/n’s head.

“hi, marc.” y/n ignored his statement and continued to type.

“who’s ‘them’, you said ‘they would’ve been right all along’.” marc questioned, knowing steven probably would’ve ignored their outburst and left them to work themself to death, since steven wasn’t the most confrontational guy.

“the people at work,” y/n scoffed.

“yeah, no, we both know that’s bullshit, so are you gonna be honest with me, or are you gonna keep yelling at steven.” marc crossed his arms over his chest, his back against a wall now.

“hey, listen, i really appreciate it if you want to help, or whatever this is supposed to be, but i have work to do, i don’t care if you think what i said was bullshit, but i am sorry for yelling at steven, i shouldn’t have done that.” y/n sighed, turning around on the chair to look at marc.

“working yourself to death won’t get rid of your problems.”

“yeah? well, it’s been doing a pretty damn good job, thanks.” y/n mirrored his body language, crossing their arms.

“who’s ‘them’?” he asked again, his tone more stern than before.

“i already told you-“

“don’t give me that bullshit, who’s ‘them’.”

“i already told you, marc!” y/n yelled, not liking how easily that the man could see through them, despite only speaking to him very rarely.

“who’s. them.” he repeated slowly, but just as sternly as before. y/n froze and their eyes darted around the room quickly, almost as if checking they were still in the same place as they had been the whole evening, “y/n, you gotta tell me, who’s th-“

“stop!! stop asking! stop asking questions! stop! i can’t tell you! i can’t tell you! they can’t win! they can’t be right!” y/n yelled, their hands wrapping around their body tightly, almost too tightly. they stared at the ground, their breath getting quicker.

“nothing’s ever good enough! i’m not good enough! i’m nothing! i’ll always be nothing! i don’t deserve to have a break! i don’t deserve anything!” y/n yelled, their voice cracking as tears threatened to spill from their eyes.

“hey, hey, you’re safe, you’re okay,” marc rushed over to y/n and sat in front of them on the ground, “they can’t hurt you, you’re safe.”

“i know they are watching me! just laughing at how much of a pathetic disgrace i am to them!” y/n’s hands went up to their face to cover their eyes with the palms of their hands, “everyone else is always lying to me! they are the only ones that have told me the truth!”

“you are not a pathetic disgrace, not one bit, i want to help you, steven wants to help you, but we can’t help you, if you don’t talk to us, okay?” marc had his hands on y/n’s knees, not getting too close that they would freak out, but not too far that y/n would feel alone. he already had a slight idea about who ‘they’ were, but he needed to hear it.

“i- no- i can’t, please- just, please just leave and let me work, i’ve already lost so much time, please.” y/n begged.

“y/n, calm down, okay? i’m sorry, but working is the last thing you need right now.”

“you don’t.. you don’t understand, i need to work,” y/n sobbed.

“explain why then, just tell me why you need to work and i’ll leave you alone, i just want a real reason, no lies.” marc put his hands up to show he was being truthful. y/n’s arms dropped to their lap

“my.. no, i’m sorry- i’m not doing this.”

“take your time, can’t give me a real reason if you don’t think about it first, right?” he raised an eyebrow at them and they sighed.

“my parents, they.. they um, i have- fuck!” y/n leaned their head back to look at the ceiling contemplating whether to open up, or just continue to stare at the ceiling. it took a few minutes for y/n to speak again, but marc understood, “my parents … they um..were never good parents.”

marc hummed, trying to get them to continue.

“they weren’t even good people, i wouldn’t say they abused me, because they didn’t? i mean, they never hurt me… no.. they did, but not like.. it was- y’know.. i deserved it,” y/n paused taking a shaky breath, unsure of what they were saying, “they would just.. always bully me. tell me how awful i am, which fuck, i don’t need someone to tell me that i already know it, i already knew it as a child! i’d be berated about every grade i got, every piece of clothing i wore, every word i fucking said! everything! everything was never good enough for them!”

“y/n..” marc spoke in a low, but calm, tone, not wanting to panic them, or stress them out more than he did already. y/n looked down from the ceiling and looked into his eyes, “i need you to listen to me, okay?”

“.. okay.”

“your parents…” he sighed, “everything that they did, everything they said, that was abuse.”

marc’s words hit them right in the chest.

“i can’t breathe.” y/n spoke abruptly and shakily, their eyes wide with fear and begging for some kind of help.

“hey, you’re okay, you’re with me, look at me, you’re fine,” marc was knelt in front of y/n, his hands on their knees gently, not wanting to suffocate them, “okay we’re going to take some deep breaths together, i’m right here okay, you’re safe, nothing is going to happen to you.”

“okay- okay, okay i can breathe- i can-“ y/n’s speech coming out a lot quicker than they would have liked. every breath they took wasn’t enough. it felt as if the oxygen in the room had decreased and they were suffocating.

“okay, good now breathe with me, okay? in… one two three four, hold one two three four and breathe out, one two three four, that was good, you’re doing good, let’s do it again, in.. one two three four, hold one two three four and breathe out one two three four… okay, isn’t that better and now keep doing that, but i’m going to ask you some questions and you can take as long as you want answering them, is that okay?” marc spoke firmly, yet as gently as he could. there was an unspoken sense of understanding between the two. marc had been in y/n’s one too many times to not know how to deal with a panic attack.

“that’s.. that’s okay..” y/n’s voice had become hoarse and scratchy, but their breathing more even and controlled.

“can you name five things that you can see in the apartment right now?”

y/n chewed on their cheek, a nervous habit, but did their best to look around the flat they shared with steven, “you.. uhm… steven’s poetry books, uh.. the paperweight he stole from work by accident.. uhm..”

“it’s okay, take your time.”

“gus and.. the lights? is that five?”

“good job, you did good,” marc smiled to affirm his words were genuine, “do you need to talk?”

“probably… i don’t want to just.. dump stuff on you like that though, i’ve really ruined your evening, huh?” y/n gave a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

they’re wrong, you’re perfectly capable of ruining the evening by yourself, marc.

“thanks steven.”

“what’d he say?” y/n’s lips twitched into a smile, or at least an attempt to smile at the mention of their boyfriend.

“he said you haven’t ruined anything and that i’m capable of ruining an evening by myself.” marc scoffed lightheartedly, knowing it would put a smile on their face.

“steven… c’mon..” y/n attempted to defend marc, but their laughter overpowered their ability to speak. marc was very easy to spot when he was fronting, a glass of whisky always nearby him and an unamused expression across his face, opposed to steven’s meek smile.

“oh wow, both of you?” marc shook his head, but knew it was all in good nature.

“sorry, sorry,” y/n wiped their eyes and nose, “thank you, both of you.. i really can’t say how grateful i am for your help.”

“you might not be ready to talk about it, that’s fine, but steven and i are always here to listen, no matter how much i ruin evenings.” marc joked, knowing that what y/n needed was for things to be as normal as they could. well, marc making jokes was already a foreign experience, but y/n nevertheless appreciated his effort, seeing as marc wasn’t very present in y/n’s day to day life. y/n laughed again, knowing there was truth behind what he had said.

“steven wants to front now, is that okay?” marc asked softly.

the guilt of yelling at steven rose in y/n’s chest, but they nodded, wanting to apologise to their boyfriend. y/n stayed quiet and still, allowing marc and steven to switch.

“y/n!” steven instantly wrapped his arm’s around y/n’s waist holding them as tightly as he could. well, obviously not too tight.

“steven… i’m so so so sorry for yelling at you, i’m so sorry,” y/n leaned down, pressing kisses against his curls.

“darling, you don’t have to apologise for anything, promise! i’m okay, see!” he leaned away , grinning widely at them, “nothing old steven here can’t handle!”

“i’m still so sorry, i promise i’ll never take my anger out on you again, that was unfair for me to do and i promise i’ll try to not work so much.” y/n started to tear up again.

“love, i promise i’m fine, you did nothing wrong, everyone has their moments, hell if i worked as hard as you did, i’d probably be a full blown nutter by now!” steven laughed, reaching up to wipe away the tears from y/n’s cheeks, “i truly admire you like the stars in the sky, you work so hard and i really admire that about you! but you need to give yourself a break sometimes, yeah?”

“i know, i’ll try, i promise.”

“i know you will,” steven smiled, looking at y/n as if they had hung the stars in the sky and painted the moon across the canvass of indigo, “how about.. i get you some water and you go get changed into some jammies, yeah? that sound good?”

“sounds like a plan.” y/n pressed a kiss against his forehead.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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Moonboys vs period || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Summary: What would Moonboys do if you were on your period?

Warnings: Jake is NSFW - minors DNI!

Word count: 1636

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader ; Jake Lockley x fem!Reader ; Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: there was no beta-reading for Spanish sentences

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

The delicate lining of the womb was being ripped out in a flow of blood. Until the nerve endings become numb, it could be as painful as it sounds. You have always wanted your boyfriend to empathize with you. The only way to improve your mood was to be there emotionally and offer chocolate.

On the second day of laying in your shared bed with a heating pad pressed to your abdomen, whining from time to time as cramps were too strong to bear, you tried your best to focus on a documentary movie about otters you'd been watching.

Steven:

He just returned home. Not seeing you walking around and doing your stuff worried him a lot. It was the second day and you were still bedridden.

"Y/N?” He asked, walking to the bed to make sure you weren't asleep. Steven smiled once he saw you awake. "Hiya, luv. How are you doing? Any better today?"

You looked at him gently picking your head from the pillow. "Hey, Steven. It's no better, at all, instead, my guts feel like being crushed."

"Oh you poor thing," he said, sitting down next to you. "Can I get you anything? How can I help?"

You slowly sat up, looked at him, and started crying, loudly, your entire body shaking as you did. "Can you just hug me, please?"

Steven was a tad taken aback but nodded. "Yes, yes! Just give me a moment, I need to take my jacket off and I have a gift for you."

You wiped your tears off. "A... A gift?" You sobbed. "For... For me?"

"Of course!" Steven nodded, rushing to the wardrobe to put away his jacket and quickly remove his shoes. "It had to be for your birthday..." He added, digging into his bag. "But I got it earlier to make this painful time a tad better."

Soon he returned to you. Steven got into bed and hid something from you.

"I... It's bloody silly but I hope you'll love it. In the worst case, you'll make fun of me. Okay. Ready?"

You held your breath and nodded, visibly interested.

"So... There is this girl; I am not a cheater. Don't be worried, she makes the most adorable things," Steven said and then presented you with a handmade Khonshu plushy. "W-What do you think?”

"Oh, dear Lord... Oh my God..." You took it to inspect it more closely. "It is so perfect! I love it! I'll sleep with him whenever you're not home! Thank you, Steven!" You knelt on the bed and kissed his cheek, snuggling the stuffy to your chest.

Steven smiled and then pulled you closer to snuggle with you just like he promised a moment ago. "I am so happy you love it! I was worried you'd hate it.”

"How could I hate him?" You almost shove the stuffy into Steven's face. "It's so perfect, soft and squishy - everything Khonshu is not. But wait a minute... You mentioned a girl. What girl?"

Steven blinked, looking at you. "A girl... I don't remember her name but I found a flyer with her offer. Why do you ask?"

"Do you like her or something?"

His mouth hung open for a moment before he said anything. "What? O-Of course I don't like her, don't be ridiculous, love."

"I hope she's not prettier than me..." You looked at him.

"No girl is prettier... How can you even ask me such a thing? You know you're my one and only."

Putting your hand on his cheek, you said, "I know, I like to check in from time to time, I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm so happy that you made me such a beautiful gift. I couldn't have asked for a better and more caring boyfriend. Thank you."

Marc:

Marc walked into the bedroom to check on you and bring you warm, fresh tea. "Don't worry. I didn't make it in the microwave," he joked, seeing how you looked at him. After placing your favorite mug on the nightstand, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Any better?" Marc asked, moving his hand under your heating pad to rub your really warm stomach.

"Now, when I'm with you, it's much better. But overall, it hurts, I can't find a comfortable position. I hate being a woman. I hate my period."

"My poor girl," he quietly said and kissed your forehead. "Maybe I should get you some meds? And once the bloody waterfall is over, we are heading to the doctor because I don't believe that this is normal in any way."

"Love," you cupped his cheek in your hand, "This is absolutely normal. No need to be worried. I ain't bleeding to death, it's just an annoying period."

"You can't make me believe that being bedridden for two days is normal," he grumbled, nuzzling your hand. "I am not buying this."

"You're such a sweetheart, Marc," you told him sweetly. "Now, can you hold me, please? Can I snuggle up with you?"

Marc nodded, then jumped onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your figure. "I am still worried."

"I hope Khonshu doesn't bother you, love."

"Don't worry about it now. It's fine," he shook his head, hugging you tightly.

After a soft gasp, you let him hug you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your body, and his breath hitting your nape, made you shiver, taking a comfortable position. "I love you."

"I love you too and I really don't like the fact you suffer so much. I will get you stronger painkillers," Marc concluded, kissing your head.

"You don't have to, it will pass, I promise. Now, just hold me close, like that. I could not have been happier when you were near."

Jake:

"Todavía en el dolor?" Jake asked after getting onto the bed. "Porque puedo tener una solución," he soon added, gently rubbing your leg.

"A solution? There no solution for period cramps, mi amado," you sighed sadly, not picking your head up from your pillow.

"I'm afraid you are wrong," he shrugged with a mischievous smile. "Because I heard that sex helps a lot with those pains."

You rolled your eyes. "Jake, don't you even start, darling, I'm not about to let you fuck me when I bleed like a slaughtered pig."

He muttered annoyedly, nuzzling your neck and placing a few kisses there. "You should know that bit of blood doesn't bother me at all."

"It doesn't bother you, but it does bother me, Jake," you reluctantly wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't even imagine it... Bruh..."

"But you will feel so much better. Maybe the pain will go away," Jake kept pressing, kissing your cheek.

"Okay, okay, we can try it but with a condom," you winced.

"Cariño, ¿es en serio? I want to have some fucking fun too," Lockley whined, towering over you.

"Jake..." You grunted unhappily but gave him a nod. "Let it be... I just feel extra awkward and you know... Strange..."

"Relax," he whispered into your ear and then kissed your cheek, slowly moving down your neck. "It will be fine. I'll take care of you."

"Jake..." You whispered, blushing hardly. "I still don't think it's a smart idea...."

As Jake embraced you, he slowly lifted your shirt to kiss your warm belly. He was excited at the prospect of fucking you now.

You licked your lips and slipped your hands in his hair. "Jake. No foreplay. Just fuck me," you asked quietly.

"Hey, you aren't the only one here. Let me at least make it pleasant."

"Of course, love," you nodded at him, cupping your boobs a bit as you played with them.

"Look at you, already relaxing. Good, you will like it. Now let's take those off,"

Nodding his head, Jake removed your shorts and panties.

You raised your hips for him, to make it easier for Jake to remove your clothing. "I love you."

"Yo también te amo. Tú lo sabes," Jake winked at you before quickly getting rid of his pants. Jake jerked himself a few times just to be sure he was ready to please you and hopefully give you some relief. "Ready?"

You reached for his cock and propped yourself on an elbow, giving him a few additional strokes and little jerks. "Yes, baby," you replied, spreading your legs a little more for him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist Jake slowly pushed into your pussy. He was careful like never before in order not to cause you more discomfort

You instantly rolled your head back with a moan, adjusting your legs around his waist. When he impaled you with his cock, you felt incredible wetness within your core, which made you moan his name even louder.

Jake purred at the warm wet feeling and the sight of your blood already coating his cock as he slowly thrust into you. "So fucking delicious and wet."

"Oh, God," you panted, blushing as you felt incredibly good when he was slowly fucking you. "I'm so wet, Jake..."

"You sure are, princesa. Such a gorgeous sight, we need to do it more often," he chuckled, watching his cock moving in and out of you. "Feeling better?”

"Actually, yes... It feels a tiny bit better, more relaxed," you tightened your grasp on his nape and loosened your legs wrapped around his waist. "Ooh, yes, it feels good."

He repeatedly pushed in and out of you at a very slow, steady pace; his cock coated in your moisture and his leaking precum. With a soft grunt, Jake milked your core with the release he desperately craved. "Dios, eso se siente tan bien."

Wrapping your arms around his nape and pulling his face closer, you planted a kiss on his lips. “Recuerda siempre que te quiero, Jake.”

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softieekayy · 2 years

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Comfort

Steven grant x Shivangi x Marc Spector

Word count: 1077

Shivangi stood in front of what she believed was Marc’s door, a paper clutched in her leather gloves hand and the other holding onto her suitcase. She checked the address twice before she was sure it was correct, now, she was nervous. Thoughts of Marc not wanting her there invaded her mind before she shrugged them off. Knocking on the door three times before an accented voice came from inside. That was not Marc. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before the door was swung open by Marc who looked as confused as she did.

“Marc?” Shivangi’s voice was hesitant as she questioned the man who looked like him. “Er, can I help you?” He was kind, that was a given. “Are you not Marc Spector? Or a sibling of his? You see, he gave me this address to come to when I came to London but now I don’t know where he is and I’m standing in front of a man who looks just like him and I’m sorry, I don’t even know your name.” Her little rant was cut short when she realized that she hadn’t given her name to the man and she didn’t know his either. “I’m Shivangi, a friend of Marc’s.” Extending her hand out for him to grasp onto in a loose handshake. “Steven Grant.” God, could his voice get any sweeter than it was. “Oh” was all she could before she could turn around to leave, Steven grasped onto her upper arm and pulled her into the apartment. “Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was squeaky as he apologized to her and all Shivangi could do was pat his shoulder before giving him a soft smile.

“So uh- have you got a place to stay?” At this, Shivangi blanked out. She was supposed to stay here with Marc but now she wasn’t so sure. Steven being the sweetheart that he is, he mentioned that the apartment next to him is empty and that a book store near his work was hiring. Shivangi beamed up at Steven and he swore that his heart skipped a few beats. He was already falling for this woman. They both went downstairs to talk to the landlord, who didn’t care much about who moved in. It was a quick deal, Shivangi showed all the necessary paperwork and paid the deposit and a month's rent up front. She had money, too much of it. Some given to her by Layla and the rest that was left to her from her parents. Steve helped Shivangi with her suitcases and bid her a small goodbye at the door, putting his hand forward for a handshake, Shivangi pulled him into a hug. Steven was overcome by the scent of Sandalwood and Jasmine. It was a soothing scent, there was also a hint of incense buried deep in her hair. Shivangi was calming, like the rainfall on an early Saturday morning.

It was two weeks after that she was in her apartment when she heard loud pounding in her door. Quickly getting up and stumbling around, Shivangi reached the door only to find Marc in front of her. Shivangi pulled Marc inside quickly before seating him on her couch and sitting down beside him. There was an air of awkwardness that surrounded the two for a split second. It vanished just as quick though. “So uh, I assume you met Steven.” Shivangi giggled at this, he was very helpful. “Yes I did, I have an idea as to who he is, Marc but I’d like to hear it from you” Shivangi stood up now, walking over to the dead flowers in her kitchen. She frowned before taking the flowers in her hand and muttering something under her breath. They were alive again, as if they were recently plucked. Marc watched Shivangi in amazement. She truly could give life to anything and everything.

Turning around towards Marc, Shivangi waited for him to speak. “Steven, he’s something I created. When I was young, I didn’t have the best childhood, my mom, she was abusive. I created Steven to get away from that. To believe that a part of me still loved her.” Shivangi frowned at this, walking over and pulling Marc into the tightest hug he’s been in. He didn’t even realize before he was sobbing into Shivangi’s shoulder. The younger girl was basically sitting in his lap as he caressed her hands through his hair. 20 minutes later Marc was sound asleep in her arms. He looked youthful, with less worry on his face. Shivangi laid him down to sleep on the couch, throwing her favourite blanket atop of him before walking into the kitchen and getting started on dinner.

Two hours later Marc woke up to a really mouthwatering smell coming from the kitchen. He got up with the blanket still wrapped around him and walked towards the kitchen. Shivangi was there. Her hair was tied up in a claw clip, a few loose strands of hair framing her face and she had an all white ensemble going on. Marc cleared his throat and caused Shivangi to jump. The shorter woman turned around to glare at him before directing him to sit down and that dinner was ready. It was butter chicken and roti with some rice. Marc was drooling at the smell of the food, he would eat anything made by Shivangi, even if it killed him. Shivangi served him a plate before serving herself and sitting across from him.

She gestured to eat and he did. Marc moaned out from pleasure, this food, it was heaven sent. Just like Shivangi was. It was absolutely delicious. Marc looked up to Shivangi only to see her bright smile as she took a bite of the food. It truly was delicious. After dinner, Shivangi pulled out dessert and it shocked Marc how much she could do in two hours. Kunafa, an Egyptian dessert stuffed with cream.

It was delicious. Marc and Shivangi didn’t talk much, throughout the night. She pulled him to the couch where she put on a bad horror movie to laugh at. 4 hours and 3 movies later, both of them were passed out on the couch. Marc lay down with Shivangi directly on top of him like a weighted blanket. Shivangi has pulled up the blanket on both of them a while ago. It was a comforting night, exactly what Marc needed.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Lol imagine watching Star Wars with Steven and seeing Poe on screen and being like “haha, Steven Poe looks a lot like you.” And Steven, bless his heart, can’t see it

Omg yes yes yes!!!😂😂 He’d be such a sweetheart and listen you you try and prove your point, but he’d still be like “okay, sure.” And whoops my finger slipped and I wrote a little blurb in my notes on my phone and pushed all my other WIPs to the side and am currently posting to post😁😇

I Don’t See It (Steven Grant x Reader One-Shot Drabble)

Steven furrows his brows when he tilts his head to hand you the bowl of popcorn. He had noticed that you had been looking back and forth at him out of the corner of his eye for a while, but your prolonged stare as the television illuminates your face piques his curious mind.

“What is it, love?” he smirks softly, his coffee brown eyes trying to read you.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” you return, taking a handful of the snack and munching on it. “C’mon, hon. You’re telling me you don’t see it?”

“Don’t see what?” he asks again, lightly licking his lips as his brain works at light speed to try and piece together what you’re trying to get across.

“You look just like Poe!” you giggle.

“Are you having a laugh?”

“I’m serious! You could be twins: the beautiful brown eyes, the strong, handsome jawline, the fluffy hair? I mean, sure, your hair is a bit more curly, but, it looks just as soft as yours is.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like him just as much as me,” Steven chuckles as you lean forward, running your fingers through his hair to part it like the actor in the film. As your fingers comb though his hair, someone of the more prominent curls on his head become less defined and more like Poe’s. Pulling out your phone, you quickly snap a picture of Steven and pause the film at just the right moment. “C’mon, hon. Tell me now you don’t see it,” you say as he looks between the phone and the screen.

“Sure, he’s a handsome bloke—and I know you think I’m quite dishy—but believe me when I say there is no resemblance between us,” Steven persists with a soft smile. “Marc and Jake say they don’t see it either. We look different and sound different.”

You cheekily shake your head and roll your eyes, clicking the play button on the remote and snuggling down on Steven’s chest. “Whatever you handsome men say,” you breathe, tossing some more popcorn in your mouth. “Whatever you say.”

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l0caltiredgirl · 4 months

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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thatredheadwriter · 2 years

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Steven/Marc Distraction Event- Stargazing

Join the Event

I tried to make it extra sweet and fluffy for both my guys, so I hope you enjoy.

These are SFW blurbs for (unspecified) reader with Steven Grant and Marc Spector of the show Moon Knight. This work does not contain smut, however it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule my blog is only for those over the age of 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.

Warnings Include (but are not limited to):

teeth rotting fluff

alcohol

allusions to sexy stuff

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

Steven

It was 1:34 am when Steven received your first text.

are you still up?

His heart did a little flutter, and he responded with something he meant to come off as funny and nonchalant, but he’s fairly certain he sounded like a knob.

come over. i want to show you something.

Steven had never gotten dressed so fast, pulling on a pair of jeans and trainers before running out of his flat. Of course, he had to come back for his wallet and keys and phone. He was outside your door in less that fifteen minutes, only slightly breathless and wishing he’d looked over his hair in the mirror before he’d come. He knocked and waited, but you never answered.

meet me on the roof

He’d missed that message before, but he went to the stairwell and jogged to the top where he found the door propped open with a stray brick.

“Don’t let the door shut,” you called, startling him. “It locks automatically, and I don’t intend to spend the whole night up here.”

He peered around the corner and saw you lying on an old quilt he’d recognized from your flat. You patted the empty space next to you and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“What’s this, then?” he grinned nervously, hands in his pockets as he approached.

“Come lay with me. I’m stargazing,” you drew out the last word, holding up a bottle of red wine you’d brought from the kitchen.

Steven couldn’t help but laugh at you as you flopped back down, grinning like crazy. He grunted as he sat down, the gravel under the quilt crunching as his weight shifted. You passed him the wine bottle and he looked at it for a second before taking a swig. He could still taste your cherry chapstick around the rim.

He laid back on the blanket, his shoulder brushing yours.

“Wow,” he breathed.

“I know,” you looked at him, studying his profile as he stared in awe at the uncharacteristically clear night sky above you. “I’ve never seen it so clear here. It’s almost like we’re out in the country.”

“Yeah, except for the smell of rubbish and all the noise.”

“Yeah, ‘cept for that,” you agreed.

Steven looked over at you, and you tried to look away, but it was too late. He’d caught you staring.

“I thought-I thought we were looking at the stars,” Steven said rather cheekily.

“Oh, well, I don’t know,” you sighed, sitting up just enough so you could change positions, boldly draping yourself on Steven’s shoulder, laying your head down on his chest. “I think I found something else I’d rather look at.”

Steven didn’t know what to say, so he just chuckled awkwardly, his gaze returning to the stars above. You felt his breathing and heart-rate slow against your ear as he relaxed.

“Stay here with me? Forever?” you asked, half asleep and more than a little buzzed.

“Forever.”

Marc

“I’m going to kill you,” you fixed your mercenary boyfriend with your most serious gaze. A feat made easier by the fact that he’d just had the audacity to wake you up at one in the morning.

“Will you just trust me?”

“It has nothing to do with trust,” you grumbled, pulling on a pair of leggings and thick socks, “It has everything to do with sleep.”

“You can sleep on the drive,” he chuckled at your grouchiness. Usually it was you putting up with his sour moods, but he thought you were absolutely adorable when you got grumpy. “Here, let me.”

Marc took your boots from your hands and slid them on your feet, lacing them up for you. He was careful not to pull them too tight, and as he finished each one he placed a kiss to your clothed knee.

“Ready?”

You were not ready. Marc’s latest travels had you in New Mexico, which was a nice change, but you still wished he wasn’t doing the stupid vigilante thing. For the last week you’d stayed in some dumpy motel just outside of Albuquerque, watching shitty daytime TV and waiting on Marc to come back.

You dozed on the drive, and when he finally shut the engine off, the little clock in the dash read 3:24.

“Come on,” Marc opened your door and helped you out.

All the anger and irritation drained out of you at the sight of more than a billion stars blanketing the dark New Mexico skies. Not a cloud in sight to mar the beauty.

“Worth it?” Marc whispered into your ear, but you could only nod.

He pulled a couple blankets and pillows from the floorboard of the cab and walked around to the back of the truck, you were still frozen in place by the open passenger side door, taking it all in.

“Come on,” Marc scooped you up in his arms, making you squeal, before sitting you up on the open tailgate. He’d spread out the blankets in the back and made almost a little nest to lie in.

“You are so getting some when we get back,” you giggled as he hopped up onto the truck bed and laid back on the blankets, opening his arms for you to come join him.

“Who says we have to wait ‘til we get back?” he murmured into your scalp.

“And I thought you wanted to stargaze,” you slapped his chest playfully, eyes turning to the sky above you.

“I’d do anything if it means I get to hold you like this,” he sighed, lying his head back against a pillow.

“You’re going soft, Spector,” your hand rubbed absentmindedly along his chest as you enjoyed a small piece of heaven, just for the two of you. Not that he’d ever admit it, but that was the night he decided he never wanted to be without you.

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