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[thatredheadwriter]

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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niyah | 22 | they/them | pisces sun ⊙ scorpio moon ☽ virgo rising ↑

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comfort

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader

Prompt: Creampie

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, loss based nightmare, piv, unprotected sex  (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.4k

A/N: my first marc spector fic!! woohoo!! not proofread but i hope you guys enjoy!

He wakes up frantic and panting, reaching blindly through the sheets until he feels your warm body and breathes a sigh of relief. His hand grips into the meat of your thigh as he takes slow deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His eyes were frozen shut, still flipping through the images of you getting hurt on his watch, of Khonsu getting a hold of you and turning you into someone he didn’t recognize.  

His eyes snap open and he sits up, leaning over you to examine your face. You still look like you… He rests his hand on your cheek, feeling your warmth before moving to your neck and breathing out another sigh of relief when he feels your veins pumping blood under your skin. His hands shake around your neck, adrenaline pumping through him at how vivid it felt. He could feel the dread, the fear, and despair of living on without you, he could feel all the dark feelings you’d chased away creeping back into his heart. 

You groan and your eyes blink open, Marc takes his hand away like your neck burned him, upset with himself for waking you up. Your eyes take a moment to focus and you’re smiling up at him as you squint, trying to focus on his face. It’s warming his heart, your little fire already sending all his bad thoughts away. Once your eyes focus your smile drops and a hand comes up to rub through his hair as you sit up a bit. “What’s wrong?” 

Your words, your soft movements, and your care have tears springing to his eyes in an instant. He averts your gaze, trying to hide the tears that now cloud his vision, you notice despite his efforts and you climb onto his lap immediately, pulling his head to cradle it to your chest. His hands slide up your back as he tries to stop his tears from falling from his eyes. You’re whispering sweet words to him, comforting him, and letting him know that he’s safe with you. “Had a dream.” 

He grits the words through his teeth but they still come out weaker than he’d prefer, letting you in on how badly it’s affected him. You coo out and leave silence, waiting for him to continue, and although he thought he wouldn’t want to talk about it, that he’d just want to move on from it- something about your embrace makes him want to open up. So he does. 

“He took you. Khonsu, and- You weren’t.” He takes a deep breath as you play with his curls and his arms tighten around you. “You weren’t you anymore.” You coo at him again and it brings a new wave of tears, pushing the others down his cheek and falling onto your tank top. “I’m not going anywhere, love.” You whisper into his hair before bringing your hands to his face and tilting it to make contact with his teary eyes. 

“I’m definitely not making a deal with him, and even if I did… Nothing could change my love for you, it’s the only constant, the only thing you’ll never have to worry about losing.” You place a featherlight kiss on his nose and one on each cheek before smiling against his lips. He crashes his against yours, his arms lock you in place as he pours gratitude into his kiss, thanking you for everything you do, for everything you are. You giggle adorably against him and deepen the kiss, timidly sliding your tongue over his lips and sliding it in once his mouth opens with a moan. His hands slide up your back to cradle your head, holding you in place as his tongue slides around your mouth. He can feel a pressure building in his cock, right beneath your clothed pussy and all his blood is rushing south. 

His kisses grow a bit frantic and his hips tilt up into you, needing some pressure on his growing erection as you whimper quietly into his mouth. His lips leave yours for your neck, pressing wet kisses to your skin and moaning at the way your hand grips his curls, guiding his lips to where you want him, and holding him in place when he finds your most sensitive spots. His hands slide down to your hips, pressing your pussy against him for a moment before hooking his fingers under the band of your panties. You moan his name softly, not wanting to break the silence of the moment and his cock throbs at the sound. 

You maneuver his head to connect your lips to his again as you lift your hips off of his lap, helping him take your panties off before sitting back down on his bulge. He swears he can feel your pussy leaking onto him, soaking his underwear in your juices, leaving a little reminder for him. He thinks about how your scent would seep into the fabric and his hips jerk into you at the thought, shoving a shocked yelp from your lips at the rough material on your clit. Your hands reach for his shoulders to ground yourself, trying to cope with the way his movements are affecting your brain. “N- Marc, I want-” You’re unable to get your sentence out because Marc hasn’t stopped thrusting against you, he can’t. 

Your face is contorted in pleasure, frozen around syllables of whatever you’re trying to say and why would he want to stop that? His eyes are fixated on your expression, how your eyebrows furrow when his movements border on pain, and how they pull inward when he rubs against you in a way that has you shivering in his lap. Your hands leave his shoulders and press into his chest, telling him to stop with your pathetic whimpers. His hips slow down begrudgingly and his hands come back up from your hips to your face, resting on your cheeks. “You okay? Are you okay?” He’s breaking his sentences up with short, frantic kisses, overwhelming your senses. 

You try to speak to him, tell him that you want him inside you now but your voice fails you, all your words coming out as incoherent whines. Your hands slide down his chest, relishing the way his muscles tense under your hands. You get to his briefs and waste no time pulling his cock out, smirking at the gasping whine that slips out of his mouth. “Yes. Oh, fuck, please.” 

His breathing is climbing, his chest beginning to heave as his hips tilt up, helping you pull his boxers a bit lower before rubbing his cock over your wet lips, thrusting your hips forward to tease him but whining when he presses into your clit. His cock twitches against you, too turned on at the sight in front of him and he grinds himself into your mound as best he can, desperate for your friction. 

You giggle/moan before settling his tip against your needy hole. He can feel the way you’re trying to suck him in, how you’re winking over his cock, wishing he was inside you already. You take a deep breath and start sinking onto him, trying not to let your eyes roll back at the way he’s stretching you out. Your legs start shaking about halfway down and you’re letting whines spill from your lips after every breath of air. Marc has his hands digging into the sheets, almost puncturing the mattress with how hard he’s gripping it. His legs are tense and shaking under you, his gaze is hard as it watches your struggling face. Your hands are tensing on his shoulders as your thighs tremble, his hands untangle from the sheets once your entire body begins to shake and they reach your hips just in time for your legs to give out.

You collapse into his chest and his eyes roll back at the way you’re already fluttering around him, letting out helpless mewls into his neck, assaulting his ears with their softness. He lowers you onto his cock quickly, working himself in a bit quicker than he normally would out of pure need. He’s groaning into the top of your head, his eyes shut tight as he tries to ignore the tingling that’s telling him he’s already close. 

You sit up, trying to calm yourself and press your lips into his with a whine as your hips begin to grind into him slowly, teasing his cock against your spasming walls. You’re more sensitive in the mornings- that’s something he already knows, but this feels like something else, like you’re completely gone for him. It’s affecting him in a way he didn’t know was possible. His hands are behind your back, gripping the fabric of your tank so roughly that you can feel his fingernails leaving marks on your skin. 

Your hips are stuttering as they grind, your body wanting to fold in on itself at the pleasure that shoots through you. Your eyes are shut tight, trying to keep enough focus to hold your pace on him. He’s panting in your ear, whimpering every now and then, his balls are throbbing beneath you, begging him to cum already. He wants to make this last though, this softness and sensitivity you’re giving him, the comfort of being completely wrapped in you, the pretty sounds you’re feeding him with, he never wants it to end. 

Your name slides out of his mouth subconsciously, since it’s the only thing on his mind and you give him a passionate whine in response. Your pussy flutters over him and you fold onto him, collapsing into his lips with a moan before pulling away. “Love you s’much, baby.” Your eyes are hazy as they look into his, winding him tighter and his hips begin to jerk into you, almost forcing his orgasm from his cock. “M’never gonna leave. Never leave you.”  His eyes roll back at your sweet words and his hands shoot to your hips. 

Your moans double in volume and quantity as he grinds you against him harshly, abusing your clit against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. His cock is pulsing for you, desperately wanting to cum all over you, hopefully on your chest or thighs, if he’s lucky you’ll let him cum on your face or tummy. His pace goes wild at that. 

His feet plant onto the bed to fuck himself up into you. “Tell me again.” His pace is brutal, shutting off everything in the world isn’t him. You can barely process his words, giving him a confused moan instead of whatever answer he’s looking for. You can only focus on the way his cock is rubbing your sensitive walls and sending ripples of pleasure through you, how it’s bumping your cervix with every thrust. “Tell me again, sweetheart. Tell me you- you love m-” His word descends to a groan when you moan his name, strangled, and desperate as your hips grind into him again. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m-” You gasp and grip his hair again, sobbing a moan onto his lips before burying yourself in his neck. 

“M’gonna cum an- and I want-” You whine shakily and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him as your pussy shudders around his cock. “I want you to cum inside me- Oh, I love you so much, Marc.” He can’t even hold back. He can’t even last five minutes after you’ve granted him permission. His hands are shaking against you and he's whining like you've never heard. 

“I’ve never- Baby, I haven’t-” You moan against his neck, delirious and desperate for him. His eyes roll back and shut. His mind is racing with thoughts of cumming inside you now, how warm it’ll feel, how you’ll twitch around him, maybe your pussy will milk him, maybe you’ll twitch as he paints your walls white with his cum. Maybe he’ll cum enough that he gets to watch it drip out of you. You lick a stripe up his ear, sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock, nearly pushing him over the edge. “I haven’t done this either. I want you to.”

Your emphasis on ‘you’ is what pushes him over. It has his muscles tightening with his cock and his hips twitch up into you twice more before he’s groaning out unfinished curses. You cum at his reaction, babbling that you love him over and over, prolonging his orgasm in the process. He holds your head in the crook of his neck as he thrusts into you erratically, seeing white in his vision from how good you’re making him feel. His head has gone fuzzy and all he can hear is static, he feels like he’s ascended to another realm as his cock floods your pussy. 

You’re shocked at the warmth, at how quickly it spreads through you and warms your core, raising goosebumps all over your skin and shoving you over the edge. You shake all over as your pussy milks him, squeezing every last drop from his pulsing cock, wanting to be so full of him that you’re dripping for days, so full that you can feel his heavy cum sitting in your womb. 

He groans your name one more time, coming out broken and pathetic as his cock spits out one last rope of cum into you, his cock making an obscene squelch noise as he thrusts into you one last time. 

You’re panting on his chest, basking in the comfortable silence, the intimacy of the whole ordeal, when he lifts you off of him. You whine in protest, you were hoping he’d leave it in and let you keep him warm all night. You’re pouting at him as he shushes your whines, your heavy lids closed over your eyes until you realize he’s not putting you down. Your eyes open slowly to see his gaze barreled into your pussy, not even flickering to your face for a moment. 

You jerk in his hold when you feel it; his thick cum dripping from your over-stimulated hole. It’s almost ticklish as it slides out of you so slowly, causing a shiver to run up your spine and his cum finally drops onto the sheet. There's a thin line of off-white still streaming out of you and his hands are shaking over your hips again. His eyes are blown and desperate when they meet yours. Already ready for another round. 

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[oddballwriter]

Roger & Jessica Rabbit

A blurb in which Steven and you have a Roger and Jessica Rabbit thing going on

It was an observation that you made upon showing Steven a movie that you had nostalgia towards, Who Framed Roger Rabbit. It was a nice show and tell kind of thing. Steven showed you something he held nostalgia for that you hadn’t heard of and so you did the same for him.

It wasn’t until the end of the movie where Toon Town is saved and Roger and Jessica go off that Steven was heard saying “What’s a bit like us, yeah?” with a soft laugh. You turn to humor him and ask who’s who in the relationship when you see Steven do his little nervous smile that he does when he’s worried that a joke didn’t land, you didn’t need to ask upon seeing that.

But after that is when the dynamic really shone through.

You had always been the calming agent in the relationship, making Steven feel more at ease with anxious settings, being himself, understanding him and his little habits, and loving him with your whole soul as Steven did the same in return. Though it was clear that Steven was more bashful and excitable when expressing his affection towards you.

Sure, you were exactly like them since Steven isn’t an anxious anthropomorphic rabbit who’s trying to get a gig who gets framed with murder. But he’s… surprisingly close enough. As for you, well you’re sure not a sexy lounge singer with a sultry voice neither, even if Steven secretly eyes you up like you are.

But you think you two are pretty damn close. And you would respectfully call Steven “hunny-bunny” any day.

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[melodygatesauthor]

Marc Spector - Random Horny Thot #1 - The (almost) 40 y/o Virgin

NSFW

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Marc doesn't want to tell you he's a virgin because he thinks it's embarrassing. He's a grown man, approaching his 40s, and he's never had sex before. Something about the thought excites you to no end.

You’re hovering over him while he’s on his back. His normally stern face looks (very slightly) desperate, like he’s begging you to just fuck him already. You can feel his needy cock twitch between your thighs. He’s leaking precum down his cock and you think he might come before you even have the chance to feel him inside of you.

His hands are on your hips, and he’s trying not to push you down because he wants you to have control. He’s never done this before and doesn’t want to go to hard or too soft. He doesn’t know what you like. Marc doesn’t even know what he likes.

You finally get yourself down so just the fat tip of his heady cock is inside, and already he’s trembling. His breathing is shaky, rapid and so fucking pathetic. You love it. You drop a little lower, his head flies back and almost cracks open on the headboard. He moves his hips upward ever so slightly, unable to help himself.

“F-fuck honey, sorry I just, fuck I want it so bad.”

“Sh, baby I know, be patient,” you tell him.

You’re able to lower yourself down once. One. Single. Time. Before Marc Spector is choking on the moan inside his throat and holding onto your hips so tight you think he might break you in half. His entire body shakes with his orgasm while his cock explodes and he empties inside of you.

He looks at you, so embarrassed that lost himself so early, face rosy and flush, but you just smile and kiss him softly.

“Let’s go again, this time you’re on top.”

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[dailyreverie]

Pumpkin

@flufftober - Day 20 Pumpkin

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Word count: 921

CW: Marc gets a bit suggestive but it's all very fluffy.

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Marc is used to hard days, to days that never seem to end and drag until late at night. However, the past few days he’s had, have tired him to the bones and made him yearn for nothing but to be tangled in you. The air has been getting colder, the trees are turning orange, and all he wants is to forget the world outside and be with you.

The second he reached your door he felt all his muscles finally relaxing as if his body knew he was home at last. A soft knock to the door is all he does and in just seconds you open the door, smiling at his tired form and pulling him into your arms. He closes the door behind him as you take his jacket off - he doesn’t need it there, not when everything smells so sweet and feels so warm, warm enough to sneak his hands under your sweater to feel the skin of your back. Marc feels you shudder, his hands must be cold, but you don’t seem to care, or at least you don’t move. Quite the opposite, you hold onto his neck and finally - he thinks - let him kiss you, and taste you, and feel you, and everything he longed to do since the day he left for his latest mission.

“Hey, pumpkin,” Marc almost purred against your lips, his hands on your back holding you close.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that came from you, it made you pull back, moving back an inch, not even hiding the blush creeping up your neck. “What did you just call me?”

“I think you heard me.” Marc smiled fondly at your surprise, not minding the embarrassment he felt from how the nickname slipped out of his lips without warning. Marc Spector, whose sweet nicknames never go past the usual “baby”, was melting like putty in between your hands calling you pumpkin by some sort of betrayal of his own brain. 

“Oh, I did,” You pulled him back for a soft kiss. “But I think I might want to hear it again.”

Marc laughed and hid his face, looking at the floor to avert your gaze. “It’s not my fault. You taste like pumpkin spice, and your sweater smells like your pumpkin candle.”

“I’m seizing the season,” You defended yourself as if it were needed.

“I never said it was a bad thing, in fact…” Slowly, his lips approached yours enough to let your noses touch, his tongue licking into your lips to take another taste of you. “I love tasting you, you know that.” He managed to say before you both sank into the kiss, letting his hands massage your body as he deepened the kiss, walking you backward letting himself inside your apartment. You both fell onto the couch, catching air as he pulled you on top of him, your legs on each side of his legs.

“I really do hope you like pumpkin,” Your hands pushed his hair back, resting on the back of his head and softly pulling the curls you found there.

Marc groaned at the sensation, looking at you through hooded eyes. "Hmmm, you know I do." A soft chuckle escaped you as he leaned in to kiss your jaw, leaving a trail of tender kisses before returning to your lips.

"No, Marc..." You gently pushed him away to meet his eyes once more. "I mean actual pumpkin. Because I baked a whole pie, and I'm not going to eat that alone."

He playfully pushed you off him, making you fall on the couch, giggles erupting from you as he scoffed at the whole situation. “That explains all the pumpkin smells.” 

“And I thought you were just being sweet.” After a quick kiss on his cheek, you stood up stretching your hand out inviting him to join you. “Come here and taste it. It's been a while since I baked one, and I need an expert opinion."

Marc didn't need any more encouragement. He grabbed your hand and let you pull him up and guide him to the kitchen where you presented him with a slice of the homemade pumpkin pie. As he took a bite, his eyes widened in delight. "This is amazing," he mumbled with a mouthful of pie.

"I'm glad you like it.” You chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, capturing the taste of pumpkin on his lips. “I missed you.” Your voice turned soft as you looked at him, nibbling on the homemade treats you had made just for him.

Forgetting the pie for a moment, Marc wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him, his eyes casting a soft gaze on you. “I missed you too, pumpkin.”

You giggled again at this new nickname of his before he captured your lips with his. As Marc held you in his arms, it felt like the world outside had melted away, leaving just the two of you in the warmth of the cozy kitchen. The soft glow of the pumpkin-scented candles on the table added to the romantic atmosphere. 

The pie eventually reached the living room, where you catch up on the past few days and what you did without each other. Time passed, and as the evening turned into night and a movie was playing in the background, Marc found himself falling asleep with his head nestled against your shoulder, feeling completely content and at peace. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of his presence, and knowing that, in this moment, there was no place he'd rather be.

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[readerthatreadsss]

Safe | Marc Spector

PAIRING: Marc Spector x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Marc has a nightmare. You're right by his side for the aftermath.

WORD COUNT: 1.12k

WARNINGS: Angst, panic, comfort, fluff, implications of Marc's past trauma and PTSD

A/N: Was in the middle of writing a Steven fic when this idea popped into my head and I had to get on it immediately. I'm like 90% sure this idea has already been used on here but I'm hoping my story isn't similar to anyone else's :(

It started with sporadic twisting and jolts from Marc's side of the bed. You were so deep in sleep that you silently dismissed it and chalked it up to Marc's discomfort with the heavy duvet.

But then faint mumblings of a familiar name reached your ears. Your eyes shot open once you recognized it as the name of Marc's deceased younger brother.

You slowly turned to face Marc's writhing figure, listening as whimpers, broken apologies, and protests fell from his lips. His thick brows were furrowed in obvious distress, his naked chest heaving as his breathing grew more erratic by the second.

And it made your chest ache.

Before you could think of how to proceed, Marc abruptly sat up, his brown eyes opening to adjust to your dimly lit room as he was launched out of his nightmare and back into your shared bedroom.

Gone were the mumbles and whimpers that previously befell his lips, now replaced by futile attempts to gain back control over his breathing.

But Marc's chest continued to heave as he swung his legs from beneath the bed's sheets to sit on the side of the bed, facing away from you. He leaned forward and held his face in his hands, silently willing his brain to acknowledge that the nightmare was over. It wasn't working.

You've been with Marc for around a year now so his occasional nightmares weren't foreign to you.

But one that triggered a reaction on this scale was.

No amount of harsh denial and forced smiles could push you away this time. Not when the man you loved was currently exuding more fear than he ever had in your whole relationship combined.

You slowly slid out of the bed, not wanting to make any sudden movements and jostle the shaken man.

Marc screwed his eyes shut when you came around to his side of the bed and into view.

You fell to your knees before him, not yet touching him until he wished for you to do so, but needing to offer him some kind of reassurance that he was okay.

"Marc?" you gently said his name, watching as he shoved the heels of his hands further into his face, "Baby, just focus on the sound of my voice. I'm right here with you okay?"

Beads of sweat dripped from his curls and into his palms as he slowly revealed his red-rimmed eyes to you.

"Marc, you're safe. You're here, with me, and you are safe," you assured him meaning every word.

Marc quickly nodded at your words and attempted to take a deep breath on his own, only for it to end in a body-wracking cough.

"Hey! Calm down baby, you're okay," you softly called out to him, noticing panic seep into his features once again as he looked around, haphazardly surveying his surroundings.

You began to reach out for his clenched fists and paused, "Can I touch you, Marc?" you calmly asked, receiving as best of a nod as he could give you while a few tears escaped his eyes.

You carefully reached out and unclenched Marc's fists before bringing one of his open shaky palms to rest on your chest right above your heart while both your other hands rested entangled on his knee. "You feel that, Marc? I'm right here. Come on, breathe with me baby," you pleaded.

Marc watched you deeply inhale before doing the same, his eyes never leaving yours and his hand taking in the gentle thud of your heart. You exhaled a few seconds after, with Marc doing the same, before doing it all over again.

You noted his chest slowing its rises and falls and allowed a small relieved smile to cross your lips.

Marc remained silent as he continued to breathe with you, refusing to break eye contact.

You, that determined look in your eyes, and the gentle smile that rested on your lips were the only things anchoring him at the moment.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you nervously questioned, though already knowing the answer.

Marc shook his head and took another deep breath.

"That's perfectly fine baby," you cooed, carefully standing up.

As soon as you steadied yourself on your feet, Marc leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his face on your stomach. His grip on your body was borderline painful but you didn't care one bit, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head before cradling it in your hands.

"You have work in a few hours," his first words of the night came soon after, his voice rough with sleep and a lack of use, "You don't have to stay up with me," he added.

"I don't care," you replied instantly.

Marc shifted his head to look up at you, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"Contrary to popular belief," you began, using a hand to brush a stray damp curl off his forehead, "you don't have to do everything alone. I'm here for you, Marc, and I'm not leaving any time soon. Do you understand?" you met his gaze defiantly.

Marc swallowed harshly before nodding. His grip on your waist briefly tightened before you felt yourself being pulled onto his lap and further onto the bed.

You complied and settled your body on top of Marc's as he laid you both down on the bed.

"Are you sure this is comfortable for you?" you softly asked, referring to your opposition on top of him.

Your question caused him to pull you closer to his body than you thought was possible. He needed to feel you. He needed to know you were there, that you were real, and that what he experienced was no longer a reality he was doomed to.

"Talk," he prompted you with the singular syllable.

You lifted your head from where it was nuzzled in his chest to look up at him, seeing the silent plea in his eyes. Just keep me awake, please.

"Okay," you nodded eagerly.

You began to drone on about your day, telling Marc the latest gossip that you had received from your coworkers as well as a future project that could earn you a possible promotion.

Marc listened intently as you spoke, finding safety in your voice and the passion that enthralled it when you spoke of your job.

It wasn't long before you ran out of stories to tell and instead opted for humming some of Marc's favorite songs while holding his large palm open and tracing shapes in them with your fingers.

Marc felt the ghost of a smile trace his lips as he lay there with you wrapped around him, feeling safer than he ever did wrapped in Konshu's armor.

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[nowritingonthewall]

Wake me up before you go-go

Fandom: Moon Knight

Pairing: Steven Grant / gn!reader

Word count: 600

Summary: A little fluffy Steven morning blurb because I miss him 🥺

Steven is not a morning person. Even though his sleeping schedule has improved immensely after his life-altering adventure in Cairo, there still seems to be a part of his body convinced that the time when the moon is out is not a time for resting.

Or maybe it’s because he is usually way too excited to tell you about all the new interesting facts that he has stumbled upon during the day. And since you hardly ever have the heart to ask him to stop, your discussions often take up more than half of the night. Which doesn’t exactly increase your motivation to get up again only two hours later.

As lovely and soft and sweet as Steven is during the rest of the day, the best that you can hope for when you try to persuade him to get up, is a disgruntled groan and two loving yet uncooperative arms that refuse to let you get out of bed.

Sometimes you can convince him to let you go for a few minutes if you promise that you’ll be right back with a fresh hot cuppa. But today clearly isn’t one of those days. Upon your proposal, he lets out a sulky huff and burrows his face even deeper into your shirt.

As much as it breaks your heart, you come to the realization that more severe measures will be required today. Like stealing his warm blanket and taking it with you into the kitchen after skilfully winding yourself out of his embrace. And telling him that he would have to come into the kitchen to get his morning cuddles.

It doesn’t take long before you can hear him shuffle into the kitchen. At least you assume that it is him hidden somewhere under that walking pile of blankets. You are convinced that he looks even more adorable than usual, with his sleepy eyes and his curls sticking out in every possible direction and it takes all the willpower that you can muster up to restrain from taking him back to bed immediately. You won’t give Donna that satisfaction, not today.

Instead, you try to turn your attention back to preparing breakfast for the both of you. Though you can’t keep yourself from smiling as you feel him hugging you from behind burying his face in your shoulder. Clinging to you like a koala, he shuffles along with you as you keep scuttling around the kitchen. And you don’t mind bathing in his warmth a little while longer.   

While he may not be capable of more than a grunt here and there, he obediently follows your instructions whenever you tell him to walk left or right. That is, until he gets the instruction to “Let me turn around, sweetie!” Letting out a final grumble, he reluctantly lets you go, allowing you to face him and put a large cup of tea into his hands.

Gently brushing his tousled curls out of his face, you place the softest of kisses onto his forehead. As his curls fall back into an even wilder pattern and start to tickle and make him scrunch up his nose, you can’t stop yourself from leaving a few kisses on its tip.

These are followed by a few obligatory and very important nose rubs before you begin to cover the rest of his face in soft smoochies, tenderly kissing the last remnants of his sleepiness away. You don’t stop until his grumpiness gives way to his very first crinkly-eyed smile of the day.  

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

“Mmmmhhmmmmorning, love!” 

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

Would you be willing to use the prompt “sundress” for Marc Spector?

2023 Summer Blurbs

As the weather got warmer and warmer, you switched out your regular t-shirt and jeans for clothes that are lighter and breezier, opting for big t-shirts at home and a flowy sundress for whenever you needed to look nice and leave the house.

Marc, however, was not a fan. Or rather, you always looked too goddamn perfect and he wasn’t sure he could handle it anymore when all he wanted to do whenever he saw you was kiss you senseless.

Steven seemed to have a better grip on everything, telling you how lovely you looked whenever the two of you would meet up for a walk outside or to grab breakfast together. And Marc wished he could compliment you the way Steven did, but everytime he saw the fabric swirling around your legs or the way the tops of the dresses showed off more skin than normal, his mouth went dry and his head went quiet.

Even before you and your dresses, Marc was never a man of many words, preferring instead to say what he needed to in as few words as possible. With you, though, that doesn’t seem sufficient to him; he should be writing sonnets and shouting from the rooftops about how you might be an angel in those sundresses of yours.

All Marc really wants is to worship you, to let you know just how much he loves you and how beautiful he thinks you look all the time, but especially when you’re in those sundresses.

Today, you seem especially breathtaking, with your hair pulled away from your sweaty neck, showing off even more skin than usual and the light summer breeze rustling the hem of your skirt. He wants to say something, something that’ll make you smile and duck your head the way you do when Steven compliments you, but he just can’t manage to make the words come out.

Out of all the moments he’s failed, this seems like the worst in recent years, failing to let you know how wonderful you are, how perfect and lovely and smart. Instead of letting you know any of that, though, he just takes your hand and sends you a smile, one that he imagines looks awkward and pained.

What Marc doesn’t know, though, is that you know how much he loves when you wear those sundresses of yours and that’s why you do it. You have plenty of other lightweight summer clothes, linen shorts and tank tops, but you always notice the way he looks at you whenever you wear a sundress with the hem skirting your thighs and a lower neckline.

Maybe it’s selfish, to wear the dresses just so he’ll look at you with awe in his eyes, as if you’d created the heavens and the earth all on your own, but you really don’t care. You know Marc is a man of few words, and as much as you truly don’t mind it, you enjoy the way he stares at you in your dresses, and to you, that’s the perfect compliment, just being able to tell that he thinks you look nice without him even opening his mouth.

It’s a give and take you’re happy to live with, one where you don’t pressure Marc to speak when he can’t find the words and Marc makes you feel loved and appreciated with nothing more than a glance. So, until the weather turns again, you’ll stay in your sundresses.

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[whatthefishh]

I was finally about to go to sleep but I had a thought about m/c helping Marc out— He’s been in a foul mood all day, his mind just keeps whirring nonstop and he doesn’t feel good about himself at all.

He’s having one of those days, where something’s really wrong but you can’t quite scratch the itch, so she helps him just.. not think.

He’s standing in the kitchen, hands pulled into tight fists with white knuckles as he holds himself up against the counter.

Her chin resting on his right shoulder as she looks over his face.

He’s all eyes squeezed shut with a locked jaw and her hands have already slipped past the waistband of his sweats and boxers when she whispers, “Oh, you really needed this, huh baby? Just keep being good for me, I’ve got you.” 🤭

Your last thought before sleeping surely was a T H O T, babe! I’m going to change this a bit, at least in my vision 🤭 she’s gonna take real good care of him, don’t you worry 💚

My poor baby not feeling good? Since he’s so good at sensing mood shifts and trying his best to make you feel better, seeing him in such a state makes you eager and determined to rectify that.

You caught him being mopey, quiet and introspective fresh out of the shower. He wasn’t making eye contact with you even when you called his name, halfhearted grunts were all you were getting in response. Coming closer to check on him, you catch Marc running his hands over his face more and more aggressively, almost as if he was trying to cleanse himself of something that wasn’t there.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” You approach him even closer, gently pulling his arm down to uncover his face, rubbing your thumb in soothing circles.

Marc exhaled through his nose and couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes, his own blinking rapidly. He was very clearly bothered. He had come home silent and you just assumed he needed to shower and eat something to relax but even now, fresh out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he was still in the foul mood that he walked in with.

You wanted to try something, to see if your hunch was right. Usually when he couldn’t look you in the eyes it was because he knew you’d disapprove of his thoughts, of all the weight he lets himself carry around, all the guilt and hurt. He knew you’d want to share in it and so some days you found him trying to isolate.

Well, today you were going to intervene before it got to the point of one of you breaking down.

Fast forward to you ripping off his towel and having him face the floor length mirror, chin resting on his shoulder as you fist his cock and slowly move it over his length, making him watch himself.

“I’ve got you, baby, I’ll take care of you,” you were telling him lowly, voice rumbling next to his ear, kissing the skin below ever so softly. “Look at that, you look so good I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

He whimpered, one hand shooting out to steady himself against the wall next to his reflection. His head began to hang, eyes shutting at the sensation of your moving fist and body pressed up behind his.

“Nuh uh, look at me.“

His eyes look up at you through his lashes as his head is still hanging low and he groans something low and needy.

“Good boy. I’ve got you, don’t think about anything in that pretty little head of yours.”

His hips thrust forward into your hand, mouth opening on ragged breaths.

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[buckyhoney]

all i want in life is for marc spector to hold my face and call me baby. thats all i want.

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[thatredheadwriter]

Steven/Marc Distraction Event- massage turned spicy

So, it’s been almost a month since requests closed for this event, and I’m just now getting back to them, but hey, at least I’m following through! Finally getting in the spirit to do these again, oddly enough after I had a panic attack today.

Consider this a distraction from the fact that Moon Knight season 1 is over and we have yet to get official confirmation for a second season.

Check out the rest of the event (requests closed, previous ones still being filled)!

These are NSFW blurbs for female reader with Steven Grant and Marc Spector of the show Moon Knight. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. 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):

Swearing

Foot massage (not really going for a foot fetish vibe, Steven’s just already horny but also a kind and caring partner, but read into it what you want to)

Oral sex (female receiving)

Hair pulling

Kinda dom!Steven (not super obvious, but it’s definitely there)

Domestic things

Massage (duh)

Marc is tired and sleepy

Use of massage oil (if you’re going to have massages lead to sexy times, make sure your oil/lotion is safe for specific body parts and is compatible with protection/toys/etc.)

soft!Marc

Kind of dom!reader, but like super soft and not very obvious at all

Basically just taking care of Marc like he deserves (and making him feel loved)

Very intimate and sweet (I think)

PIV unprotected sex (established relationship here, wrap it before you tap it)

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

Steven

“I’m going to quit,” you announced, shutting the door to your apartment a little too forcefully as you dumped your shit on the ground. Almost immediately you kicked off your shoes, sighing in relief as the devilish things landed by the coffee table.

“I’ve been telling you that you should,” Steven called from the bedroom before finally poking his head out, reading glasses slipped down to the end of his nose. He quickly crossed the room to give you his standard greeting: a kiss on your forehead, one on the tip of your nose, and one on your lips. His hands found your hips easily and pulled you into him. Something had him worked up.

But you pushed away. “Steven, as much as I’d like to continue this, if I don’t get off my feet soon, I’m pretty sure they’re just going to fall off,” you panted, pushing a loose curl behind his ear before sliding past him to collapse on the couch.

“The new general manager wants all of us who adhere to the ‘feminine uniform code’,” you used air quotes as Steven flopped down opposite you, “To wear ‘more delicate footwear’ in the workplace.”

“Bloody hell, what does that mean?” Steven slipped his glasses off and set them aside, pulling your legs up into his lap.

“Heels. It means the bloody bastard wants us to wear heels at work,” you groaned, laying back on the couch. “One day, one fucking day, and my feet are actually killing me.” You turned your head to glare at the offending footwear. It wasn’t that they were that high, or slim. But damn you weren’t used to wearing heels.

“You should definitely quit,” Steven commented, taking one of your feet in his hands and squeezing.

“What are you doing?” your head shot up from the couch.

“I thought I’d give you a little massage. Don’t like to see my dove in pain,” he smiled softly, and you couldn’t help the wave of affection that rolled over you for your darling Steven.

“You’re the best,” you chuckled, dropping your head back down on the couch cushion and letting him work.

His fingertips dug in just right to the tender flesh of your feet, finally relieving the ache that had been building since before you clocked in. You couldn’t help the little moans and groans that slipped out of your mouth as he worked. It felt so good, and you’d been dying for this kind of relief all day.

Ten minutes later and you were just about to comment that Steven could always become a masseur if he ever got sick of listening to Donna bitch, but then you noticed he’d switched attention from your feet to your ankles, fingers slowly trailing up your calf.

Suddenly the ache he’d rid your feet of settled in your core. Good thing Steven was quite proficient at curing it too.

“Steven,” you sighed, lifting your head to see him halfway up your legs, caressing you over your pants and giving you a look so devilish you questioned for a second if Marc had taken over.

“Yes, dove?” he answered innocently. As if his hands weren’t stroking the insides of your thighs and getting dangerously close to where you wanted him most.

“Shit, Steven, please,” you whimpered, reaching down for him. “I need you.”

He grinned, “All you had to do was ask.”

His fingers were fast, making quick work of your button and zipper before tugging down your pants and underwear in one go and tossing them off towards the bedroom door. Now that he had unfettered access to your skin, he retraced his steps from earlier with his mouth, kissing all the way up from your ankles, alternating sides, and stopping just before his nose would brush against your soaking slit.

When he finally prodded open your folds with his thick fingers, your hands immediately flew out to steady yourself, one landing on his shoulder, the other on the back of the couch. After what felt like an eternity, he put his mouth on you and you moaned so loudly it made him laugh, sending a wave of vibrations up through you.

“Fuck,” you panted as he added another finger, fucking them in and out of you languidly. His mouth on the other hand was anything but. Steven had the hands of a patient man, but he ate your cunt like he’d been starved for weeks.

Your hands tangled in his hair and you couldn’t help tugging when he pulled away from your clit to bite down on the velvety flesh of your thigh.

“Steven please,” you begged, head thrown back in ecstasy, “I’m gonna cum.”

He hummed in satisfaction, picking up speed and pressure with his ministrations and adding yet another finger to your sopping cunt.

“Come for me, dove,” he murmured into your flesh before curling his fingers just right against that spot inside you.

Steven’s name left your mouth like a prayer as you came, holding him fast to your cunt by his curls, not that he minded. In fact, he kept licking until you were whimpering, pushing him off because it was too much.

“Feel better, dove?” he asked, sitting up and pulling you to his chest, both of you still trying to catch your breath.

You looked at him incredulously. He’d really asked you that question when his face was still covered in your slick, like your chest wasn’t still heaving for the breath he’d sucked out of you.

“Yes, Steven. I feel so much better.” you grinned up at him, poking his nose. “And I don’t think I’m going to quit my job anymore.”

He cocked his head at that. “Why not? You hate it there, plus the new shoes,” he nodded at the shoes in question by the table.

“Because,” you stood from his lap, shedding your top and bra as he looked on, completely enraptured, “I’d be absolutely bonkers to quit if this is how I’m going to be welcomed home every day.”

He snorted a laugh, standing and taking you in his arms once more.

“Cheeky, dove,” he pecked you on the cheek, “But that wasn’t even half of it. M’not done with you, yet. Not until the whole building knows my name.”

Marc

“Shit.”

Marc’s shoulders and back popped as he stretched and groaned. He’d just gotten home from another ‘business trip’ and you could see the exhaustion and tension on his face. You shut your book and set it to the side, climbing from your position on the couch to welcome him home.

“Hey,” you smiled softly as you wrapped your hands around him, careful not to squeeze too hard. “I missed you.”

“Hey, baby,” he sighed, leaning into your touch, “God, I missed you.”

He raised your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“Get cleaned up for me, and I’ll take care of you.”

He nodded and made his way to the bathroom, shedding articles of clothing along his path. You could hear the sound of water spraying on tile as you straightened up the cluttered areas of the apartment, places where you’d hunkered down with books or movies and tried not to imagine the worst-case scenarios that your mind liked to assault you with.

By the time he was finished in the bathroom, the evidence of your late nights spent worrying was almost completely gone. Save for the mugs and glasses that you’d let pile up in the sink, and would take care of tomorrow, everything was back in order.

After you turned off the final lamp in the living room, you found Marc sitting on the edge of your shared bed in just his boxers, rolling his neck and groaning.

“Easy there,” you chuckled, scooting up on the bed to kneel behind him so you could take his shoulders in your hands, letting your fingertips dig in just the right amount. “If I remember correctly, it’s my job to get you all loosened up, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed lazily, already getting lost in your touch.

“You want a proper massage?” you asked, already knowing his answer.

He nodded and moved to lay on his stomach, propping his chest and head up with a pillow. You reached to the nightstand on your side of the bed and retrieved the bottle of massage oil you kept in the top drawer just for occasions like these. It wasn’t anything fancy or scented, but you had looked to get one that was safe for more, er–intimate settings.

You settled yourself on your knees to straddle his ass, giving you the best leverage to work on his knots. Slowly but steadily you began building the pressure in your strokes as you followed the muscles of his body. One particular one in his shoulder had been bothering him, but he didn’t even have to point it out, you found it instantly.

As you worked, little grunts and moans slipped from him, barely muffled by the pillow below him. Marc so rarely allowed himself to be taken care of that you really savored these moments, the intimacy and vulnerability of them.

If only you could convince him he deserves to be treated like this all the time.

Once you were satisfied that his shoulders, back, and neck were relaxed, you shuffled down to straddle his thighs and let your hands slip under the band of his boxers, massaging his glute muscles and continuing to pull the tension from him.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, and your head perked up. It wasn’t as muffled or relaxed as his other noises, and for a moment you were afraid you’d hurt him. But Marc wasn’t hurt.

“I need you,” he twisted underneath you, so he could look at you with his big brown eyes. “Need to feel you.”

“Anything for you, love,” you smiled, tugging off your t-shirt to leave you in just your panties. At the sight of your bare chest, Marc groaned. As you rolled to the side, lifting your hips from the bed once you laid down so you could remove your panties, his mouth attached to your breast, hands covering what his lips couldn’t.

“Fuck, I missed you so much. Wanna worship you, wanna show you how perfect you are,” he whined into your neck, sucking a hickey there. “But-but I don’t know if I can.”

Cupping his chin, you pulled him into another kiss.

“You always make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, Marc. Let me make you feel good,” you murmured into his lips. You waited until he nodded, tucking his bottom lip in between his teeth before you continued.

Your hands quickly rid him of his boxers, with him lifting his hips a bit to help you. One of your hands pumped him up and down a few times while the other toyed with your clit, spreading the wetness that had been gathering between your thighs since he’d come home.

Facing each other, on your sides, you scooted close to him and guided his tip to your entrance, letting him thrust into you slowly.

Once he was in, your hands flew to his shoulders, one of them going all the way up to tangle in his wet hair. He started grinding against you almost immediately, giving you short, shallow thrusts that hit all the right spots.

Marc’s hand that wasn’t pinned under your ribs, holding you fast to his body reached over you to grab your ass, trailing down to your thigh and pulling it to hook over his leg. The new angle only spurred him to go deeper and harder, but not faster. The slow drag of his cock along your walls was slowly but surely bringing you towards a cataclysmic high.

“I want you to cum first,” he panted, eyes searching yours for any sign that you were close. You could tell by the tightening of his stomach that he was close, but holding back. 

Your hand slipped from his shoulder to snake in between your bodies, stopping when it found your pulsing clit.

“Cum for me, baby. I’m right here with you,” your other hand stroked his jaw as you pressed your forehead to his.

Marc’s thrusts sped up for a moment and became erratic as you rubbed your clit and clenched around him. When you felt him spilling inside you, you rubbed steady circles over your clit and came hard, clenching around him as he finished.

He pulled out with a low groan, still holding you close.

“I should get a washcloth,” he said tiredly, “Get you all cleaned up.” He started to roll over, but your leg around him helped you keep him right where he was.

“I’ll go. You stay here and rest. I’ll be right back I promise,” you kissed the tip of his nose as his eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion. “Besides, I have to pee anyways.”

You padded to the dark bathroom and cleaned yourself up before grabbing a fresh washcloth and wetting it with lukewarm water. Marc was still barely awake when you came back and slid into bed next to him. You passed the cloth to him, knowing he was sensitive and you had a tendency to just go and get him worked up again whenever you did anything to his lower half.

Tossing the used rag somewhere in the room, you clicked off the lamps and settled in close to Marc, whose even breathing told you he was already asleep. Maybe if he kept up like this, he’d let you make breakfast in the morning.

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[360iris]

current mental image is Steven at the edge of climaxing, halting his thrusts inside of you to pull back until just the thick, knobby tip of his length remains

one hand is clasped around the back of your thigh, holding your knee to your chest while the other is wrapped firmly into a fist at the base of himself

his brows knitted, lips pink and swollen as he pouts and gasps, and groans noisily

his hips forcefully pressing into the tight circle of his fingers and palm, tugging at his cock until he cums

coming down from his high is secondary to the way he slowly pulls out of you, his eyes locked on the way his cum still leaks lazily from the reddened head

the older man watching the way it begins the process of dribbling out of you, and he rubs himself in it

noncommittally coating himself, your entrance and lips in it before he pushes it back inside with his length. ignoring the slight sting of overstimulation and greedily drinking in your whimpers

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[moonbcrry]

sun kissed cheeks!!! (have i told you how much i'm loving the concept of this event?? so nice and summer-y!!) how about steven with a touch starved reader? like steven notices how excited reader gets with a simple shoulder touch or something and asks about it, then things get *spicy*??

it was a real challenge for me cus i have a love hate relationship with physical affection lmao

tw: fem!reader, kinda somno(?), fingering, slight begging, steven being a huge tease, hints of dom!steven, accidentally carried away lmao

celebration is closed !!

NSFW under the cut, minors do not interact!!

it didn't slip pass the notice of steven's how you lean on to his touch every time his hands caresses your skin. the light hitch on your breath when his hands dances on your thigh, the growth of your pupils when he strokes your cheeks lovingly, the heat growing in your stomach and the clench of your thighs when you feel his hands placed on your shoulder blades, how giddily you get when he interlocks his fingers with yours - one has to be fool to miss them.

so he takes the advantage of it.

his calloused fingers trace the hem of your shirt, over your stomach, to cuddle you closer. you involuntarily snuggle to him, burying your nose to his neck. he places a kiss on your temple and you sigh with anticipation. the movie you put is long forgotten in the background, and your half asleep body is already grinding against steven's.

he hides a grin at the corners of his mouth, offering you soothing words as a hand pushes under your shirt, up to your chest.

your mouth hangs open as you flinch at the pinch on your nipple, clinging onto him, you suck lovebites on his neck. he moans when you find the sweet spot under his jaw even if you're in a half asleep condition. you grind your ass harder on his crotch and the whimpers you're making as you did so drives him crazy.

"sweetheart."

"steven, please," you whine, hips wiggling, hand clutching on his sleeves, feeling a burning sensation everywhere he's not touching you.

"please what, love?" he inhales the smell of your now sweat covered skin. "can't help you unless you tell me what ya want."

"touch me."

you feel the way the corners of his mouth turning upwards when he gives a not-so-gentle squeeze on your boob. "i am touching you."

"touch me more," you plea, bucking your hips to the air, maybe it's the sleepy head you're in that makes you so needy, you know you always sleep like a baby right after steven made you cry out his name orgasm after orgasm. "make me feel good, make me cum steven, please!"

steven chuckles, placing an open mouthed kiss to your neck, "how could i say no to my pretty girl when she asked for it such nicely, huh?"

he flips you on your back, towering above your figure, one hand reaching down your sweatpants as the other cupped your cheek. your eyes flutter open, meeting his lust filled ones. he's got what he wanted you realise and you're not complaining either.

your pussy lips clench tightly as he runs a forefinger through your folds. "oi, someone's needy." hearing his chuckle above your head causes you to shut your eyes and buck your hips on his finger. he tuts. "patience, hove. eh?"

he grins at your whine as his fingers passes through your folds and finds the entrance of the velvety walls who eager to suck them in. he pushes it inside and muffles your moan with an adoring kiss. "gonna make you feel - oh, so good."

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[oddballwriter]

You Spin Me Round

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Summary: Steven has a crush on the vinyl record shop owner. 

Warnings: Nothing that I actually know of. Steven being a bit of a simp /light hearted. 

Author’s Snip: Had this thought since I've been collecting and listening to vinyls.

Notes: This was not proof-read so if theres any errors then that's why 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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At first, it was genuine. The recent dozen times he's been here. It was just for you.

Steven fancied himself some vinyls. It adds to the whole vintage-things-in-the-attic feel that he had to his flat. Not to mention that vinyls are just fun in general. He had a collection going but it was still pretty small compared to most and would like to add to it.

He'd usually get his at a regular store that sold newer copies, but he found that most were by modern artists while he enjoyed older music, and also the store he usually bought from was being renovated, painfully slow. It was at that point that Steven thought of maybe looking for an actual vinyl and record store for the more authentic feel. That's how he managed to find your little store and business.

You were settled in the down town area in one of those storefront apartment buildings. It was a bit squished with the more larger buildings that you were between but it gave your shop a little cozy nook feeling. There was a large front window facing the street that read the name of the store in window paint with a nice design and penmanship. A changeable sign that displayed when you were opened or closed and the work hours. The door had a little bell that would cute little jingle sound when opened.

The inside was lovely too. You had a scent diffuser that gave the whole place a nice smell but didn't over power anything. You had a few racks that held all of your products with of course consisted of mostly vinyl records, both new, thrifted, and vintage, but there were also other things like portable record players, record needles, and cover protectors.

And then of course there was you. Steven wouldn't say he got hit by love at first sight, but he defiantly fell hard on his face pretty quickly. You were so polite, with your warm smile and telling him how to find any specific things that he might be looking for.

"The vinyls are in alphabetical order via artist. Thrift is here, new arrivals are there, and supplies are down there. And if you need something don't be afraid to ask!".

He actually talked to you the very first time he came, despite him usually having issues talking to new people, but he manage to find it in himself to strike up some nice conversation. He found out that this little business of yours new and that you're just starting to be known around town.

Steven managed to leave with a few new vinyls, and a free sticker or two since he's a new comer, and a big fat crush on you.

He didn't really want to admit to himself that he liked the cute little record shop owner, he just liked the feeling your place had's all. But every time he came the warm fuzzy feeling just got stronger and he would always find out something new about you like your favorite music genre, artists, and bands, your other interests and hobbies. All that. Not to mention that every time he came he'd find a way to buy something so that he could be close to you. He bought a vintage B-52's vinyl, which wasn't too out of place for him. Steven definitely liked and heard a few of their songs.

But another time he bought a Nirvana sticker from you. Steven doesn't listen to Nirvana. He doesn't need a Nirvana sticker. The only song he can name is Smells Like Teen Spirit and he only knows the first couple of seconds. Where is he meant to put the sticker?

"I'm just helping a small business." is what Steven always tells himself when he buys something he didn't really need at all from you.

Steven just denied his crush every time. But it wasn't until he started listening to your favorite band while he was at his flat. Your favorite band, which wasn't in any of the same genres as Steven's favorite bands and singers. Not at all. That's when he knew. He had it so bad.

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[melodygatesauthor]

Out Of Character

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Blurb 18 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut

Steven was nervous at first to entertain this kink of yours, being choked until you were about to pass out, his cock stuffed deep in your wet cunt. Jake had no problem with it, and neither did Marc. That’s partly why you wanted Steven to do it so badly. It was new, different, unexpected.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, love. Don’t wanna hurt you by mistake. Jake’s better at it, yeah? Maybe–”

“I want you, Steven,” you urged, taking his hand off your hip and bringing it to your throat.

He gulped, pressing his palm against your windpipe, wrapping his fingers around your neck gently.

“L-like that? That’s what you like?”

You nodded, breathing out a moan at the feeling of his large hand over your throat. Steven liked it too, you could tell by the way his cock twitched deep in your hot core.

“Squeeze tighter,” you urged, feeling his fingers grip a little harder.

He whined, hips pulling back slightly only to stutter forward once more, fat tip grazing your cervix. The breathy chuckle that escaped Steven let you know that he was starting to get more into it the harder he squeezed.

“I could get used to this I s’pose,” he bit his lip and clenched just a little more before you felt yourself drooling, cunt contracting around him tightly. “Oh, love, that’s it f-f-uh.”

Steven’s fingers tightened - probably a little too much - as his whole body trembled, cock spilling heavily into your cunt. You nearly fainted, Steven letting go just before you lost consciousness with a look of worry on his face.

“Oh god, darling are you alright? Oh I’m so sorry I…oh bollocks–”

You shook your head with a satisfied smirk on your lips, “no Steven…that was exactly what I wanted.”

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