#moon knight one shot

[myfictionaldreams]

ello! saw your post and i wanna request a moon knight in which the reader is a female and she just graduated uni and the moon boys take turns in bed praising her like "our smart pretty girl", "so independent" of course if you are comfortable writing this have a good day/night :)

Praises // Moon Knight boys ☾ x fem!reader

A/N: Thank you for this request, I’ve been desperate to write something like this again! Also if anyone is at university or college, good luck with any exams/essays/results, I know how difficult it can be but trust me, it’s worth it in the end!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, anxiety, fluff, begging, sub steven, dom marc, dom jake, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, oral sex (f!recieving), creampie, pet names, shower sex, multiple sex positions, fingering, crying, praise kink, sir kink, daddy kink, aftercare, intense orgasms, pain/pleasure, bdsm, literally this is filthy lol, not beta read im sorry for mistakes

Word: 7.6k (oops)

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The hardwood floor creaked beneath your sock-covered feet as you paced back and forth across the flat you shared with the boys. You’d been at it since the moment you’d awakened that day, anxiety rippling through your body so drastically that pacing was the only action you could complete without the overwhelming feeling of throwing up or passing out.

It was the day you’d been waiting for years, results day. And for some unknown reason, the University had decided to release the results in the evening rather than midday which only caused you to overthink everything you had ever done whilst at uni. What if the results are out late because you failed? What if you have to waste another whole year resitting it? Shaking your head, you tried to let your mind go blank before you spiralled into a deep pit.

Steven watched you from his seat on the sofa, his own nerves bubbling in his stomach, hands wringing in his lap as he glanced at the clock for what felt like the 400th time that day. He desperately wanted you to get your results, he knew for sure that you’d passed but he absolutely hated seeing you this worked up.

Usually, Steven was always the one to be able to help best with your anxieties, compared to Jake and Marc. But today, he felt completely helpless as he watched you continue to pace the same path continuously for hours on end.

“Uh… Love, why don’t you have something to drink, you haven’t had anything all day”, Steven tried to reason with you, his voice trying to be soft and calm and would usually have you crawling into his lap but today, your mind couldn’t even process anything that he said.

Instead, your eyes remained glued to the screen of the laptop that was on the desk between you and Steven, so that he couldn’t see the screen. Your reasoning is that if you failed, you didn’t want him to read the words.

Steven shook his head as you continued to pace, briefly glancing at the mirror as Marc demanded that he make you drink. “I can’t force her to do anything mate” Steven mumbled in reply.

Marc rolled his eyes in announced in the mirror, not that you could see or hear his reply, “You know what Steven, maybe you should force her, it’s been nearly 20 hours since she’s had anything to eat or drink”.

“You do it then mate, I’m not having her hating me when she’s so stressed out-” BING.

Both you and Steven stopped immediately at the recognisable email notification noise. The air in the room suddenly felt thick and heavy as you slowly reached for the laptop, fingers shaking as you were one click away from finding out the much-anticipated results. Steven sat on the edge of the sofa, watching you closely to try and read any sort of expression that would give your results away.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you finally plucked up the courage to click on that all-important email.

You couldn’t breathe for a second, eyes becoming painful from the length of time that you’d gone without blinking until finally, you whispered, “I did it”.

Steven stood so quick his vision blurred as he shouted, “you did it?”

“I did it!” you screamed, reading the word congratulations over and over on the computer screen, the realisation finally set in as you sprinted around the table and jumped into Steven’s arms, causing you both to topple backwards onto the sofa, your legs straddling his body as he held you to him. Both of you were screaming and shouting with joy, you even briefly felt bad for the neighbours but you also didn’t care as happy tears slipped down your cheeks.

You weren’t sure when but the tears soon turned into sobs, all the years, countless nights not sleeping, the essays and exams had all been worth it for this moment. Steven held you close, catching every tear that escape your eyes, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“Oh my beautiful, smart girl” he praised, lips moving across your face until there wasn’t a patch of skin he hadn’t kissed as he continued to compliment you until finally, you stopped sobbing, instead smiling so much that your cheeks ached, which Steven was reciprocating with proud bright eyes.

“I can’t believe it,” you said in a rush, leaning your forehead against his whilst his hands settled against your waist, thumb rubbing small circles over your clothes.

“I never doubted you for a second, Love” Steven bragged, one of his hands moving to cup your cheek which you swiftly nuzzled into. Your boyfriend kissed your lips once more, twice, three times before you pressed harder, with all the eagerness that you could muster, knuckles aching with how tightly you were holding onto his shirt. His soft lips moved with yours, the taste of toast on the tip of your tongue as it slipped in, caressing his own.

Steven moaned, hands both now cupping the back of your head, keeping you close to him as you both became lost in one another's lips. It was only as your lungs burned for the need of air did you pull away, but only to tug on the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, your hips rolling down onto his crotch, already feeling this thickening cock, only separated from your cunt by a few layers of material.

Leaning forward, you were able to finally free him of the shirt, his warm beautiful skin flexing under your fingers as they danced along the skin, needing to feel every part of him as those wondrous lips of his travelled down your throat, leaving delicate kisses that had your body shivering in response. “My smart girl, my beautiful smart girl” he mumbled, and you mewled with each praise, loving when Steven was so appreciative of you, which he usually was.

It was only as you reached down to undo his jeans were you stopped by his hands enveloping yours, halting your actions. A frown set across your features as Steven sat back on the sofa so you were able to look at his face.

“Sorry Darlin’, Marc he- he keeps shouting at me and it’s only getting worse. I promise we can continue this but I really need you to drink something”.

You sat back against his knees, hands raising to Steven’s cheeks, thumb rubbing against his cheekbone as you knew the next words would probably get you in trouble but you didn’t care, Marc was ruining a perfectly good moment. “Well… fuck Marc, I’m busy”.

Steven’s head tipped back as he laughed, his eyes creasing as his hands returned to the back of your head, pulling you forward, “oh I’m sure you’ll be paying for that one later”. His lips moulded with yours once more, both of you moaning at the contact, his scents were filling your senses as you turned your head, causing the kiss to go deeper, his tongue flicking out and dancing with your own.

Steven was very good at distractions so you weren’t expecting for him to flip your position so now you were the one on the sofa, lying down with him hovering over you. It was now your turn to be undressed and he moved with delicate touches, making sure to lightly touch your skin as he removed each article of clothing leaving goosebumps across your body.

In between your legs was throbbing uncontrollably, your panties visibly wet as he pulled them down your legs and discarded them across the room. You needed him, you needed him now.

Reaching up to try and pull him down, you whined as he moved out of your reach, his lips kissing the tips of your fingers as he smiled down at you, “Shh my clever girl, let me take care of you”. You didn’t respond, not sure you could even form a proper word as arousal turned your brain to fuzz. Particularly as you lay there and watched the half-naked Steven move lower, hands now on the back of your thighs pushing up until you were completely exposed to him, the cool air causing your sweet cunt to clench around nothing.

He didn’t break eye contact, as he lowered his face, tongue out until finally, he licked the length of your core, savouring the unique taste that was only you. Both of you moaned deeply, his movements were slow, calculated like they always were. Steven was a passionate lover, more submissive than the other two but that mean that all he wanted to do was pleasure you, never caring if he came, only caring that you were taken care of.

His talented tongue moved up your slit, reaching your throbbing bean, circling it slowly, adding the slightest bit of pressure, making sure to really build up your already heightened arousal. At the same time, his long fingers moved to your entrance, circling it in the same manner as his tongue and slowly, you watched him slip one finger in, your mouth hung open, a constant stream of moans leaving it, only spurring Steven on.

The man didn’t do anything special with his fingers, for now, that was for later, instead, he simply felt the velvety warm walls, stretching you enough to slip in a second finger, rocking them both in and out as a single dark curl fell onto his forehead. Your hand reached out, sliding through his hair, not being rough, you could never be rough with Steven but simply scratching his scalp, silently telling him that he was doing good, perfect in fact.

Steven watched you for a few moments, continuing his slow actions, knowing that he was going to make you cum in the next minute but wanting to have the image of you moaning, glossy-eyed and desperate, engraved into his brain.

Removing his mouth from your centre, he beamed, “I’m so proud of you”. Steven's lips then seal around your clit, sucking it into his mouth whilst at the same time starting to curl his fingers, pumping his hand and the tingling sensation rushed over you before you could fully process his words. Releasing your clit, his tongue swiped across with firm pressure whilst his fingers didn’t stop the movements, Steven became aware that his chin and neck were becoming wet as you squirted over him, eyes rolling back, the hand in his hair moving to the sofa so you didn’t pull out his hair, needing to grip something as your core tightened violently until finally, you came.

Your cunt convulsed around his fingers, your body spasming as Steven’s fingers slowed until eventually, he pulled them out, his tongue licking up every drip of your juices. He smiled down at you, cheeks flushed as he could see the happy smile spread across your face, “I need you, Steven”.

“You can have me Love, but not here, you deserve the bed, not the sofa, come on”, tugging on your hand, he helped you up, chuckling at the slight wobbling of your legs but the distance to the bed wasn’t long and you were soon pushing him into the middle, crawling up until you were straddling his lap. Once again, however, Steven switched your positions, shaking his head as he smiled mischievously down at you. “How ever will I treat my ever so clever girl, passing her degree all by herself”.

“Steven please”, he never usually had you begging like this, that was more Jake's job but Steven couldn’t help himself today, he wanted you to feel amazing. Reaching up, you gripped his hair, pulling his face down so you could hungrily kiss him, tongues clashing together, teeth nipping on lips.

The man hovering over you reached between your bodies, fumbling to undo his jeans with shaky hands, his cock almost painful with how hard he was, he relieved sigh escaped his lips that were still attached to yours as his member was finally freed. You noticed his reaction and instantly reached for him, tossing him off a few times, enjoying the way he bucked his hips with your movements, before angling it towards your entrance, not even giving him time to fully take off the remainder of his clothes.

You both groaned deeply as he finally slide his thick hard cock into your quivering hole, your arousal enough to be a natural lube as he easily filled you inch after inch until finally you were both slotted together.

Sex with Steven was never the same as with Marc or Jake. It was never rushed, aggressive or filled with fancy sex positions. No, it was always sensual, and passionate and he knew your body better than your own but he was always modest about it, simply smiling down at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Obviously Marc and Jake thought the same but sex with them was just…different, you loved them all equally especially as they were all so unique.

Your back arched up as Steven started to pull out, his thrusts were long and deep, and his hands were interlocked with your own, held above your head whilst his lips travelled down the length of your throat. Every drag of his hips had you clinging harder to him, as he built up your pleasure until he had to cuming just as hard as the first time, your cunt clenching hard around him that he too came, your name spilt from his lips in desperation, arms wobbling to keep himself up as he stilled within.

After a few moments of trying to catch your breaths, he rolled off of you, his hand coming up to stroke your cheek as both of you smiled at each other like idiots in love. Closing your eyes, you savoured the after-sex glow, listening to each other breath.

“You know… you really do need to eat something Poppet. How about we go to dinner? Celebrate the great news, have a few drinks?”

“I would love that very much, Mr Grant. Let me just have a quick shower”, you lean up to kiss him, standing and doing the awkward run to the bathroom, hands between your legs to stop any of his cum from dripping onto the floor.

Stepping into the shower, you let the warm water spill over your body, relaxing your muscles. The reality of passing university brushed over your thoughts again as you did a happy dance in the shower, quickly before washing your body.

You’d become so lost in your happy little thoughts that you didn’t hear the other person enter the bathroom, not until a warm solid body collided with your back. Smiling to yourself, you leaned into the warmth, feeling the already hardening cock against your lower back. “Ready for another round are you, my love?” you asked innocently.

As you made to turn around, a muscular arm circled around your front, gripping your jaw in a strong grip so you were now held firmly in place. Definitely not Steven.

The hand holding your jaw pushed upwards, tipping your head back so that the shower sprayed across your face, lips moved to your ears, tickling and teasing as a low voice murmured, “Fuck Marc? Did I hear you correctly?”

You knew he could feel the pounding of your heart as he held your jaw, his teeth nipping your ear as you rubbed your thighs together, cunt clenching in anticipation, you didn’t date speak. It was always the game of cat and mouse when it came to Marc and your relationship but in the end, Marc always was the winner.

“All you needed to do…was to have one drink of water, just one”. You were hyperaware of every single movement that he made as he raised his spare hand to rest lightly against your naked hip, keeping you close to him.

“Well we were slightly distracted…sir”, you added the name for good measure, not wanting to annoy him any further.

His lips turned up slightly at your words but he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, leaving the anticipation thick in the air until at least, he squeezed your jaw, demanding you open. Immediately you opened your mouth wide, the water from the shower dribbling out and down your chin.

“Drink.”

You drank the water as it poured down from the shower, gulping the water thirstily.

“Good girl”, he whispered, feeling every time you swallowed whilst he continued to hold your jaw. His words sent shivers up your spine, causing it to rub harder against his cock that throbbed against you.

As your gulps started to slow down and Marc was happy with your water intake, he spun you around, pressing your back against the cool tiles, hand still holding onto your jaw, the other now leaning against the wall above you. Reaching down to your height, his back now had the shower beating against it so you weren’t being sprayed anymore.

Slowly, you raised your eyes from the floor, up his body to his dark beautiful eyes. Even though he shared the same body as Steven and Jake, he still looked different, you weren’t sure whether it was the hardening of the gaze in his eyes or the beautiful smirk that he held on his lips but either way, it brought a sly smile to your own mouth, having not seen him for a week.

“I hear congratulations are in order, you beautiful intelligent girl.” Pride and love bloomed in your chest.

“Thank you, sir”. So distracted by his handsome face, you didn’t notice the hand he had used to lean against the wall, slip down until his calloused fingertip started rubbing against your eagerly awaiting clit, causing you to cry out.

“I’m so proud of you, baby girl”.

“Tha-thank you, sir. I couldn’t have done it without you-ah!” Marc had slipped two fingers into your centre, his thumb now rubbing slow methodical circles against your bundle of nerves, your hips began moving with the action instantly. He watched you closely, his eyes devouring your every move.

Marc didn’t quicken his pace as he continued talking, the two fingers within you moving in and out steadily, “Now, I think my baby girl deserves a reward, what do you say?” You could only nod, moaning at his clever hands. “You’ve done so amazingly over these last few years. I want to pleasure you until you can’t walk and then we’ll order some food, no need to leave this place when I’ve got to make you feel good, baby.”

The mere thought of what he had planned had your core tightening, the tingles already spreading down your thighs as you breathed out, “I’m close, sir.”

“You want to cum for daddy?”

“Yes please, daddy”. His fingers moved quicker, bending at the perfect angle as his mouth dropped to suck one of your erect nipples, your hands instantly moving to hold onto his wrist that still held your jaw.

“Then cum for me, baby”. You did. Hard. The wind was knocked out of you as your knees wobbled, nails digging into his skin as your pussy contracted around his fingers.

Releasing your nipple with a pop, Marc moved quickly, turning you around, not giving you time to process what was happening as you found your face pushed against the shower wall. The water then stopped spraying the two of your as he turned it off, pulling your hips backwards leaving you slightly bent over.

Your boyfriend then proceeded to lick your cunt dry, you twitch at the oversensitiveness, automatically moving away from his warm tongue as it lapped over your swollen bud. “Shh, it’s ok Sweetheart”, he kisses both of your arse cheeks, “no more clit play unless you ask”.

Sighing in slight relief, you wiggled your hips as he stood to his full height. Glancing over your shoulder, you moaned, “mmm, want your cock sir”.

“Ok baby girl”, he was penetrating you a second later, your sensitive walls already clenching around him. Having already been fucked by Steven already today, you didn’t need time to adjust and Marc knew that as he started a quick, hard and thorough pace, his hand tugging on your hair so your neck ached at the odd angle, the sounds of your bodies slapping together like music to his ears. “My good girl, my very clever pretty girl”.

You were grunting with each thrust, trying your best to not cum already, it had only been two minutes but you were so sensitive from the previous activities. “I…I already need to cum sir, I don’t think I can hold it, I’m sorry”.

“That’s ok baby, cum for me, that’s it”, your knees buckled as you came, your insides felt like they were on fire as every nerve poured with pleasure, it took you a second to realise that Marc had his arm around your middle stopping you from collapsing to the floor. Easing out of you, he helped you out of the shower after you had found your footing, you stepped out, holding his hand but soon were leaning up to heavily kiss him, realising that you hadn’t even kissed him since he began fronting.

You could feel yourself becoming needier the more feverish the kiss became, enough so that your hand slipped down to grip Marc’s still incredibly hard cock, trying to please him but his hand caught your wrist stopping your movements. Breaking the kiss, Marc looked into your eyes, smirking slightly at your bratty whine.

“Do you want to stop? I need to hear your words?”

“I want you to cum in my pussy, please don’t stop sir” you desperately replied.

Marc didn’t need to be told twice as you found yourself being manhandled by him once more, as he pushed you over the sink, thrusting into your core, pulling on your hair like he had in the shower but now you were faced with the bathroom mirror so you could watch Marc pounded into you.

Leaning over until his lips were next to your ear, with each pound of his hips, Marc praised you, much like how Steven did, about how you were such a smart girl, you’ve done so well, his little university graduate. Your cunt clenched with his words, feeling both fucked out of your mind and proud of yourself at the same moment was hard to comprehend but he made you feel so special. Marc was always a soft dom, he would praise you no matter what, even in your brattiest of moments, but he just loved looking after his baby girl, not like Jake, he liked to handle those moments in different styles, not that you would ever want to be bratty with Jake.

Marc’s other hand which had been holding on to your hips with a fierce grip, moved to your torso, fondling your tits, squeezing the soft flesh, as his lips sucked into the side of your neck lightly. You tried to speak to tell him you were going to cum but the only noises to leave you were heavy moans Marc could tell you were getting close by the fluttering that your cunt was doing around his cock, he had been trying to hold off for a while, seeing you bent over in the shower nearly had him spurting his seed over your back but he held out for as long as he could to see just how much you could handle.

“That’s it, baby, cum with me, well done, good girl”, your core felt impossibly tight as finally, your orgasm rippled through your body. Marc was thankful that you were over the sink, his own orgasm making his knees wobble slightly so that he had to hold onto the side next to your hips to keep himself up as he shouted your name out.

He kissed a line up your back as you tried to catch your breath, his cock slipping out of you followed by his hot seed dripping out and onto the floor. He then spent a few quiet moments cleaning you up, wiping away his cum as softly as he could, apologising every time you flinched before finally asking if you thought you could walk, to which you promptly shook your head no. It didn’t go unnoticed by you the large smirk that he had on his face at hearing that his plan worked.

Your handsome boyfriend eased your body into his arms, your head laying on his shoulder as he supported your legs and back, carrying you back into the main area of the flat and onto the bed, neither of you particularly caring that you were still damp from the shower. Sighing in relief at finally being on a soft surface, Marc wrapped a spare blanket over your cold body, kissing your hairline delicately.

“I’ll be back in a moment sweetheart, I’ll order us some food, my smart girl”.

You must have fallen asleep because, by the time you had woken up, the smell of food was filling the apartment, your stomach making a loud growl at the realisation that food was here. Sitting up in bed, you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, groaning at the ache in your muscle from the evening's activities. The food smelt amazing however so ignoring the pain, you climbed out of bed, keeping the blanket around your naked body and glanced across the room into the kitchen, expecting to see Marc unboxing whatever food he had decided upon ordering but instead, he was hunched over the stove, cooking something.

Frowning you tried to clear the fog in your head to make sense of it. Marc couldn’t cook anything except toast (only on a good day), there was no way he’d be able to cook whatever you were smelling right now, and as for Steven, you’d be lucky to get a plain slide of bread without it being wrong in some kind of way. So it wasn’t Marc and it definitely wasn’t Steven that you were watching cook.

It was an almost immediate reaction, your whole body felt warm and safe. It wasn’t that Marc and Steve didn’t make you feel safe, of course, they did but with Jake, his unhinged personality meant that he would do anything and everything to keep you safe, it was a different type of protection compared to the other two. It was also not very often that you get to see all three alters in one day.

Biting your lip in anticipation, you stepped forward, “Papi?” His head flicked towards you immediately, moving the food off the heat so he could approach you.

His footsteps were heavy as he walked closer, his arms out, ready for your next move which was to drop the blanket and jump into his arms, legs circling his waist and arms holding tightly to his shoulders as his strong arms held onto your naked body. 

“Mi Amor” he mumbled against your neck, kissing the skin lightly as he held you close. You hadn’t seen Jake in weeks, particularly with all the stress that you had been through with the ending of university, he hated seeing you anxious. Unless there was someone else to hurt if they had caused the anxiety, he usually stayed away, hating to see love upset, it slowly sends him into an unbalanced state that no one particularly needed to deal with.

“I’ve missed you”, pulling away from his shoulder, you looked into his brown eyes that looked nearly black whenever Jake was fronting.

“I missed you too, cariño,” his voice was deep and laced with his beautiful Spanish accent that made your heart flutter. “My beautiful, intelligent girl”. Your cheeks warmed due to his compliments as he lowered you back to the floor, his hands cupping the sides of your head, tilting your face up to his so he could kiss your forehead tenderly, then lower to your lips. You wanted desperately to whine at the loss of contact but you didn’t want to ruin this calm Jake that you had not seen in a while, recently whenever he had fronted, it would be after a mission with Konshu and he would have a lot of pent up frustration and tension, leading to hours of you begging for him to allow you to cum, so seeing him calm wasn’t something you were used too.

Kissing your forehead one more time, he nodded in the direction of the table that still had your laptop on from earlier with the best email you had ever received. “Go and take a seat, the food is nearly ready, and take this, you’ll catch a cold, mi amor”, Jake then proceeded to remove his shirt, handing the warm material to you. Quickly pulling it over your head, you took a second to openly ogle at his body, even though you knew his body like the back of your hand, it still managed to get you all hot and bothered.

Jake chuckled deeply to himself, a single finger pushed under your chin, lifting your eyes from his chest up to his eyes, “later mi amor, now, go and take a seat”. You did as instructed, trying to ignore the evidence of arousal that was moistening your core, his shirt the only thing covering up the glistening wet that was slowly spreading over your thighs as you took a seat and tried not to move too much otherwise he would hear the squeak of your wet cunt against the leather chair.

He joined you soon after at the table, carrying two plates filled with delicious food that had your mouth watering, Jake was such a fantastic cook. As you moved to pick up a fork, Jake swatted your hand away lightly, “allow me” he demanded softly so you sat, hands clutching the edge of his shirt whilst he fed you.

He was able to feed both you and himself and with every bite you held strong eye contact with him, thanking him for every drop of food that you swallowed until he was scraping his and your plate clean. Pushing them to the other side of the table, he sat back in his chair, legs spread as he looked your head to two, making you squirm at the intense stare.

“Just taking the opportunities whilst I can”. You frowned at his words, not quite understanding what he meant.

“What opportunities?”

“To do things for you, there won't be much opportunity as you won’t need me for much longer now will you.”

The room suddenly felt small and suffocating as your throat closed shut, it felt like your world was crumbling.

“What?” was all you could whisper, barely audible as you tried not to cry, watching as Jake sat forward in his seat, forearms leaning against the table.

“Well now, you’re a big independent girl, you’ve passed your university degree, what else would you need me for, right?” You realised now that he was joking but you still felt on edge. “I mean, my smart Princesa, you’ve done this all by yourself, you won’t need me anymore”.

“I’ll… I’ll always need you Jake”, he gave you a pointed look so you quickly corrected yourself, “Papi, I’ll always need you”.

He didn’t respond immediately, still taking his time looking up and down your body until it looked like he had decided upon something. Lifting to fingers, he bent them, signalling for you to come to him which you did without needing to be told twice. Jake sat back in the chair, opening his arms for you to sit comfortably in his lap but before you fully sat, he twirled with his hand so you turned your back to him, sitting down in his lap, your head leaning back against his shoulder.

“Now I want you to do something for me, look at that right there” he pointed to the seat you were just in. At first, you looked on, confused about what exactly you were supposed to be looking at but then you spotted it and your cheeks burned hot. On the leather seat, the evidence of your juicy cunt hadn’t dried, even though you had tried not to drip onto the seat.

“Did my amigos not take good enough care of you today Princesa?” You were so embarrassed, it wasn’t normal for your body to still be craving someone's touch when you’d already been pounded multiple times and orgasmed multiple times, yet here you were, nipples peaked, clit throbbing uncomfortably, internally begging that he would touch you.

“Well? Did they?”

“The-they did Papi, I just..always want you, I’ve missed you so much-” your words were cut off as his large hand encircled around your throat squeezing slightly. The other hand moved to ease each of your thighs on either side of his so once he spread his legs further, your legs widened, causing the shirt you were wearing to rise, exposing your wet, marginally swollen cunt to him.

Your breathing quickened as you watched his hand move towards the area you wanted him to touch so desperately. Jake noticed your breathing and not wanting to overwhelm you, shifted the hand up your neck until his index finger could slip into your mouth. Almost instantly you were sucking on it, the action helping to distract and calm you, the muscles all over your body relaxing as you melted back into his hard body.

Your body still jolted however as he rubbed two fingers up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal before lifting them in front of both of your faces, displaying it. “See, this would say otherwise” he then lifted the fingers to his mouth, sucking them, moaning at the taste before lowering it, testing to see just how much you could take with him. First, he tried to circle your clit with his finger but you hissed at the touch, almost biting down on his finger in your mouth, before he moved lower to your cunt, pushing in slowly and you could feel how oversensitive your walls were and how you were slightly swollen from the action you’d received earlier as his one finger felt like the same thickness as his cock at that moment. 

Jake didn’t say anything at first, simply humming as he removed his digit, once again licking it clean before kissing the side of your head, his favourite way to show that you were safe with him and that he’d look after you.

“Now, how am I going to praise you for doing such incredible work with finishing university if you can hardly even take my finger, mi amor.” You huffed in frustration, the building tension was becoming nearly unbearable, even though it was uncomfortable, the pleasure was slowly starting to outweigh the pain. Sex with Jake was usually quite rough anyway so it was nothing that you hadn’t dealt with before.

“I can take it” you mumbled around his finger, reaching across to his other hand, trying to drag it back to your sopping cunt but he kept it still, not giving in to your demands. Instead, he stood, pulling you up with him, arm around your waist as he walked you to the bed, hand tugging on the shirt you worse until your arms shot up, allowing him to pull it off of you, before pushing on your chest so that you collapsed into the centre of the bed.

Looking up at him, you tried not to show how much he intimate you as he began to take off the remainder of his clothes and then crawled to join you, the evidence of his own excitement standing proud in between his legs until he was lying next to you.

“Turn over” he instructed, which you swiftly followed, lying on your side with your back to him, the warmth of his chest had you nuzzling back as his lips delicately kissed your bare shoulder. “You still think you can take me?” he asked, lifting up your leg and resting it onto of his, the feeling of his cock prodding at your inner thigh had you whimpering for more.

“Yes Papi, I can take it”, his only response to your words were him pinching your nipple harshly, tugging it away from your body and then letting it snap back as he released it. Your hips moved at the sensation, the pleasure once again pooling in your cunt entrance. “Need you…”

“You need me? But I thought you were a smart independent girl who doesn’t need me anymore?” you teased, his teeth now grazing your neck, hard enough that you were sure there would be indents in your skin. You could feel yourself feeling more and more subby as the seconds ticked by, your brain fuzzy with the need to be stimulated and Jake once again just laughed at how desperate you were becoming, he always loved to tease and push you to your limits.

Knowing that you’d start crying soon if he didn’t fuck you, he shifted his hips up, his tip finally pushing into your warm, wet folds, finding your aching hole and penetrating within. The sensation took your breath away, you felt so tight even Jake had to stop for a moment as he slide all the way in, otherwise, he would have cum before it had even begun.

His fingers still played with your nipples but as he started to pull out, he moved to grip your throat, the pressure was welcoming, not enough to fully cut off oxygen completely, but enough that you had to concentrate on how you breathed. Lifting your own hands, you gripped onto his wrist, much as you had with Marc.

This position felt intimate, he felt like he was all over you as he cursed in Spanish, his lips right next to your ear as he pushed his cock back into you, it being slightly easier than the first time. You’d never felt this overstimulated before, the mixture of pain and pleasure was blissful and you were worried that you were already only on the verge of cuming with all of the teasings that he’d done.

His pace was unusually slow, but you were thankful, not wanting to have too much stimulation at once but suddenly he snapped his hips up harshly, his cock fucking straight into your g-spot, your cunt clenching like a vice as the recognisable sensation of tightening in your core already overwhelmed you.

“Wait- wait I’m going to cum Papi, wait-” his thrusts didn’t stop, they were still slow but were harsh and you felt the rumble of his chest on your back as he growled in your ear.

“Then cum, mi Amor, cum my clever Princesa”. Your vision nearly turned blank as you hadn’t expected him to give you permission, it was almost an instant reaction as you came, the throbbing contractions fluttering around his cock as your nails dug into his wrist harshly, unable to mentally process what had even happened for a few seconds.

Jake had stopped moving to give you time to recover, another thing that he never usually did, sensing your confusion, he nipped your ear and murmured, “don’t expect this to be a regular occurrence, I’m only being nice because of how proud I am of you today. Do you need to use your safe words?”

You wanted to shake your head, thinking you couldn’t possibly talk but you knew he would get angry if you didn’t use your words so as he removed his hand from your throat you smiled, mumbling, “green Papi”.

Jake pulled his cock out of you, rolling you onto your front and pulling up your hips until you were on your knees, your face laid out on the bed, you were too lazy to try and push yourself up but this was the exact position that Jake wanted you in as he reached forward, pulling each of your arms until he held them behind your back, your neck now straining for the lack of support but any thought of discomfort flew out of the window as he fucked back into you.

You screamed out, not caring who heard as the bed started to shake against Steven’s book cake, Jake wasn’t holding back now. He grunted with each stroke, your cunt gripping him tightly like a glove as he watched himself disappear inside of you. The grip on your hands allowed him to pull you back onto his cock as you repeatedly moaned out Papi.

After all the pleasure you’d had all day, you didn’t think it was possible for you to cum again, having lost count of how many orgasms you’d even had that day but sure enough, as Jake moved to kneel on one knee behind you, the change in movements causing his cock to tip up the slightest bit, he now was just pounding into your poor sensitive g-spot. 

“Ah- Papi, I need…to…cum” you shouted, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming sensations, not even listening to whether you had permission or not as euphoria rushed through every inch of your body once more, your toes curling, small drips of squirt dripping onto the sheets below. Jake pulled out, letting go of your arms and you all but collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, body shaking from the day's events. 

“See, this is why I make you wait to cum, you’ll just tire yourself out if I let you cum whenever you want, for a smart girl you really are dumb sometimes.” Jake teased, satisfied with how thoroughly fucked you looked.

Glancing over your shoulder tiredly, you looked at his still-hard cock, then up to his beautiful face. “I still want you to cum in me, Papi.”

Jake bit his lip, contemplating your words, hand brushing down your spine, “you know… any other day I would be already fucking you into the mattress but I think you’ve had enough today”.

You frowned at his words, having never heard him actually say no to fucking you before, usually he would continue until you were crying with being overstimulated or floating in subspace. “But..but I can take it, I promise Papi” you tried to wiggle your arse to show him you were still up for it but your whole body felt like jelly so it didn’t move much. “Please!”

Jake glanced away for a moment like he was thinking through the consequences if he continued to stop until finally, he looked back, gripping your cheeks to show the seriousness of his words. “If you started to feel only pain and no pleasure, you tell me immediately do you understand?” he was using his dom tone of voice, one that you wanted to cower away from but instead you simply responded with a simple “yes”.

“Good. And the next time you cum, it will be the final time, as much as I love feeling your beautiful cunt pulsing around my dick, I already know you’re going to be feeling a bit spacey with the next one so we will be stopping and doing aftercare, whether I’ve cum or not, do you understand mi amor?”

“Yes, Papi.” Swallowing harshly at his seriousness, you also could feel the anticipation for him filling you back up again, even though everything felt overly sensitive, you couldn’t wait, the only issue was that your legs were so weak you could kneel back into position so Jake helped you to lift your hips and slide a pillow beneath you, helping your cunt to arch up but still being comfortable for you.

He straddled your legs, hands clenching your arse cheeks, prying them apart so he could look at your core, whispering about its beauty before finally he inched his veiny thick cock back inside of you. All the energy in your body had disappeared so that you couldn’t even grip the sheets, only instead being able to moan out his name repeatedly, as his hips snapped into yours.

This position also allowed him to hit deeper spots inside your cunt, each movement was like a spark of pure pleasure that had you on a constant high. Jake moaned at the sight beneath him, knowing that he was close, he picked up the pace, knowing it needed to be now or never as your eyebrows bunched together, mouth opening in a silent O, just a few more deep, heavy thrusts and his milky cum was coating your walls, just as you also shivered and clenched around him in orgasm but this one was different.

Through the multitude that you’d had that day, all your energy was burnt so you simply shivered and dribbled into the sheets, Jake even though for a moment you’d passed out but you still responded when he called out your name.

Not that you were aware of it, but Jake moved off of the bed, returning only once he had two wash clothes in his hand, one to clean you up with, which you didn’t even flinch at, whilst the other he simply placed it over your cunt as something to ease the pain and swelling.

Finally, he pulled on some underwear, picked up the discarded blanket from the table and moved back into bed, shifting your dead weight up until he was beneath you, your body lying over his chest as he covered you both with the blanket.

Stroking back the sweaty hair out of your face, Jake kissed your forehead one last time for that night, whispering, “well done my clever girl.”

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[sweetercalypso]

Mercenary || Marc Spector

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: while on an undercover mission, Marc suspects he’s been recognized. In hopes of protecting his disguise, he’s forced to get creative.

Notes: no major warnings; kissing, cursing, and vague mentions of alcohol. Canon? Don’t know her. Pre-Moon-Knight Marc with no mentions of Khonshu or alters. No reader pronouns.

“Darling, there you are!”

You turn at the sound of a nearby voice, surprised to see a man standing just out of reach with his attention and his arms outstretched in your direction.

The touch of his hand against your shoulder sends chills down your spine as you look over the stranger with mannered scrutiny. The evening had been overwhelmed with small talk and cordial chatter, yet the dark eyes staring back at you were an unfamiliar sight.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Your soft reply is barely audible over the melodic string music traveling through the busy ballroom.

The man furrows his brow slightly before wiping the uncertainty from his features. His broad shoulders pull back and he gives a small grin. His charcoal grey suit and black oxfords don’t offer much significance amongst the sea of champagne socialites in attendance, but his mused hair and the yellowing bruise over his jaw are enough to tell you that he’s a character out of place.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he laughs airily. His hand drops slowly from your shoulder, travelling down your arm before he waves over a nearby waiter and grabs two glasses from the tray of tawny bubbling spirits.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” you say, accepting the drink with a gracious smile.

“No,” he clinks his glass against yours. “I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

Raising the glass to your painted lips, you take a moment to study the man in front of you. He doesn’t seem impressed by the room’s ornate décor, nor is he drawn to the sea of lively barons and their engrossed coterie.

Instead, he seems to count the expanse of windows across every wall, eyes jumping over each exit like he’s planning an escape. His presence draws no attention, and he doesn’t acknowledge partygoers as they waltz by. It seems, in fact, that this man is a stranger to more than just your company.

“So,” you drawl, startling the stillness that had settled around the two of you. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having a lovely evening with a beautiful stranger.”

“Right.” You nod curtly, not missing the glint of mischief in his eye. “But what, exactly, brings you here this evening?”

You lean in closely, eyes locking onto his to gauge his reaction. “You look like a man on a mission.”

His face morphs into a look of surprise. He mulls over your words for a minute, surely weighing his options in his mind. Finally, he sighs, a sly grin creeping over his features.

“You caught me.”

Your eyes widen at his unexpected response, realizing that you were right about this rogue stranger. Thoughts of peril and unknown dangers flash in your mind like a silent alarm, but a small voice insists that he’s no threat to you.

“I’m here on business,” he begins, eyes flickering over the oblivious crowd gathered just out of earshot. “I got close to my mark earlier, but the guards got suspicious. I just need to blend in until the party’s over.”

You nod absently, giving thought to what he’d said. “So, you’re here to kill someone?”

“Not today,” he quips with a click of his tongue. “Too much of a mess.”

Nervous laughter spills from your lips. You fight to contain your sudden reaction, but it’s too much to keep from overflowing. This stranger – charming and entertaining as he may be – is dangerous, and his presence is surely no laughing matter.

Taking a moment to quiet your composure, you miss the way the man’s eyes flicker once – twice – over your shoulder when he notices a group of tall, serious-looking men moving steadily in your direction. His jaw tightens and he quickly ducks his head, deflating the humor from your lungs in an instant.

“Is everything alright?” You ask, tilting your head to meet his downcast gaze.

The man shakes his head stiffly and takes another survey of the room, searching for a way to make an escape. He spots the thicket of slow dancers in front of the orchestra and he’s quick in forming a plan.

“Dance with me.”

“What?” You blink at him with wide eyes, not sure what to think of his sudden request.

“I think I’ve been spotted and I need to hide my face. Dance with me. Please.”

A short nod is enough of an answer for the raven-haired man. He slips the half-empty champagne flute from your grasp, abandoning your drinks on a nearby table in favor of leading you towards the dance floor across the room. The two of you weave wordlessly through the throng of duos until the rest of the room is lost beyond the intimate sway of the masses.

He stops once he’s sure he’s out of sight, jaw tensing like he’s deep in thought. His hand guides yours to rest softly on his shoulder while his other palms aptly at your hip.

“M’not much of a dancer,” he says quietly, almost apologetic in the way his feet immediately begin to stumble into yours.

The corners of your mouth tick upwards as you fight back a grin. With each ungainly step he takes in creating a clumsy waltz, you begin to see more of the humble man behind the disguise.

“That’s alright,” you assure him with a smile. “I’ll lead.”

You plant your feet as confidently as you can manage and use your hold on his shoulder to push and pull him along with your strides.

One foot leads the other and the two of you fall into a fluid, measured step. Before long, you’re moving in a comfortable sway like familiar friends or devoted partners.

“Are they looking for me?” He asks lowly once you’re turned in the right direction to see the party over his shoulder.

Two gruff men in plain black suits roam through the crowd on either side of the room, slowly taking count of each person in attendance.

You suck in a deep breath as one glances in your direction, almost as if he knows he’s being watched.

“Yeah,” you reply in a whisper, nodding your head as subtly as you can. “I see at least four, and they’re heading this way.”

“Shit,” he curses under his breath. “I was trying to avoid making a scene.”

The situation calls for action, but you’re unable to think of any way to help the man beyond what you’ve done thus far. You’re not a spy, or anything else of importance that might’ve granted you the skills to aid in this affair.

Just as one of the guards begins to part through the dancing couples, a wave of panic washes over you. In an act of instinct, rather than tactic, you lean in and press your lips to his, placing a hand on the stranger’s cheek in order to hide his face.

He’s still for a moment before he reacts and wraps his arm around you in a tight embrace. His mouth moves against yours skillfully, eagerly, like this impromptu kiss was planned all along.

The guard is long gone by the time you pull away, breathless and wide-eyed at the realization of what you’d done.

“I’m so sorry-” you drop your hands from his face, taking a step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you. “I don’t know what came over me. I saw the guard coming and-”

“Thank you,” he interrupts your nervous apology with a grateful smile.

“I have to go while they’re still busy looking for me, but really, you’ve been a great help.”

He’s turning to leave before you can think to stop him, disappearing into the crowd without so much as a hint as to who he is or where he’s going next. The mystery of the evening remains unsolved, much to your displeasure.

“Wait.”

You’re pushing through the crowd to follow after him, careless of the odd glances you receive from demure guests in your wake.

When you’re close enough to touch him, you call out another “wait!”, grabbing his wrist to keep from losing him in the crowd.

You’re almost upset with him for leaving so feebly, although you’d never admit it out loud. The thrill of the evening had sparked something inside of you, and the spontaneous kiss had only left you wanting more. But now that the adventure is dying down, you’re beginning to lose your confidence.

When you realize he’s waiting for you to speak, you’re suddenly at a loss for words. The need for excitement has grown cold, fizzling out until you’re left with a dreadful pit in the bottom of your stomach.

“I, uh- I didn’t get your name.”

It’s an anticlimactic end to your meeting, but it’s all you can think to say in the moment.

He flashes a smile that reminds you of when you’d first met. No longer faced with the threat of guards closing in, the man’s cool composure has been restored. With a familiar sly expression, he offers only a fleeting response before he’s whisked away:

“Don’t worry – I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

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[inklore]

apparitions.

premise: you don’t know how this came to be; steven fucking you in front of a mirror. your body and pleasure showcased to marc, to prove a point, to show him steven knows best.

pairing: steven grant x (f)reader

word count: 839

warnings: minors dni please, marc x reader are mentioned and alluded in here but not shown, unprotected sex, literally just smut, dom!steven, teasing, voyeurism in a sense.

etc: this is based on this and this ask, i kind of strayed from the initial idea since i plan on writing a version of this, but not quite the same, with marc and other oscar characters, but me writing steven as a dom? shocking i know lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

“Does he do it better than me?” Steven hums, you’ve never heard his voice so deeply coated with jealousy and lust. The dynamic the three of you had was always so well laid out, who spent this time with you one day, or that time another day. Sometimes both of them at once. There had never been any fighting over you, over the moments shared with one of the other. It was an equal playing ground, you adored them both the same as they loved you the same.

Competition didn’t fit into the cracks of this unique relationship, and yet it was somehow showing it’s childish head right now.

Peering from around a corner with a sinister smirk as your palm dug into the edge of the mirror, Steven’s hand moving between your thighs as the pad of his finger rubbed circles against your clit; heavy pants mixed with moans spilling from your mouth, Steven’s dirty words making you clench around his thickness as it fucked up into you.

Your lids feel heavy, the exhaustion of being toyed with and fucked for what feels like hours—all in the means of proving a point—seeping into you bone deep. Steven’s other arm having to hold up your waist to prevent you from falling forward; and just letting him use you.

His reflection shows blown out pupils tainted with determination of sexual prowess. Sometimes a smirk will cross his lips and you know Marc must have said something, must be toying with him—with both of you.

“Tell me, love.” Steven grunts against your ear, “can he fuck you this good? You’re so wet for me, grippin’ me so tight.”

You don’t know how, or why, this came to be; Steven fucking you in front of a mirror. Your entire naked body on display in front of it as he pounds into you, your chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating your breasts and abdomen as he makes you come for the third time tonight. Part of you wants to feel annoyance or some kind of begrudging feeling at both men using you as some dick swinging contest, but it’s hard to do when Steven feels so good inside of you. When each thrust of his hips hitting your ass coats his filthy words to you—and Marc—so ridiculously obscene, how you can hear the wet noises of his cock merge with your pitiful moans as he uses you, plays with you, toys with you; it’s hard to feel anything other than this, to think about anything other than Steven.

Marc being an afterthought. Only remembered when Steven prompts you again: “thinks he knows your body, how to please you, you were mine first, he wouldn’t know how to touch you if it wasn’t for me. gotta show him how to fuck you right.”

“Steven,” you moan, body leaning back into his until he makes a disapproving sound and is straightening you back up.

“Don’t move, love. Marc needs to see you, needs to watch my fingers play with this perfect pussy of yours. How else will he learn?” You catch a glimpse of Steven’s smirk—at Marc—before your eyes are shutting in ecstasy, the building pleasure of the fingers against your clit, the cock inside of you, and how filthy and needy you must look like right now to Marc all bringing you closer and closer to coming again.

Both boys had a way of mixing pleasure and torture so good that you felt devilish with how bad you wanted them both. How bad you wanted to be face down and ass up for Marc, or spread out atop Steven’s desk for him. Steven had you first but now you belonged to both of them. You were addicted to both of them. Loved fucking both of them. Your mind can’t wrap itself around choosing which one fucks better, which one makes you come harder. They both leave you breathless and throbbing to the point of exhaustion.

But you will gladly let them use you for these silly little games again. Will happily let Steven showcase you in front of a mirror for Marc’s eyes, for him to be envious of; the image of how deeply torn with sexual desire and need he must look like right now makes a shuttering gasp catch in your lungs.

“Tell him how good it feels, tell him you’re mine.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, his eyes shifting from yours to the other side of the mirror. Steven’s saying something but it’s not to you, it’s cocky and sneering and clipped at the end with a deep groan as your cunt clenches harder around him.

“I’m–fuck,” you’re almost there, so close. You can barely keep your neck upright, your eyes barely open.

His lips are pressed to your ear, his pants sending shivers down your spine, “it’s killing him not being able to touch you.” Steven’s fingers pick up speed on your clit, his cock following suit. “Come on my cock love, give Marc a show, yeah?”

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[imaginestuffs]

Loving Marc Spector- Marc Spector x Reader

word count:1574

warnings: ANGST, this is before the series begins. language.

Summary: You're in love with Marc, but he isn't in love with you.

part 2

(not my gif!)

Loving Marc Spector wasn’t something you planned on happening. You didn’t expect to fall in love with him but you did and you were horrified. You knew you were never good at hiding your feelings from Marc, and especially not when they were this strong. He would always find out one way or another. Something about him made you fall in love with him, and you were not sure whether it was his way of making himself practically unattainable or the fact that he’d been by your side since you were young, and you’d just fallen over the years. It was difficult knowing that he trusted you but barely told you a thing. You knew about Khonshu, but there was something else he wasn’t telling you and you were afraid he never would. 

You sat in your apartment with your head in your hands, and frustrated tears gathering in your eyes. Not answering anyone's calls just holed up in your small apartment not wanting to face your feelings. You wanted nothing more than to lie in bed all day and brood but you also wanted to be with Marc, you worried about him being on his own though you knew very well that he could take care of himself. He could be a bit reckless and it made you cringe at the thought of him being hurt and alone, though it came to your mind only seconds later that he had the suit to heal him. All of these thoughts made the tears finally fall, you just wanted to crawl into bed and let yourself cry for as long as you needed to. 

You heard your phone chime, and you knew for a fact that it was Marc because of the specific sound. “Fuck, why do you have to care?” you choked out into the silence of the room. You grabbed your phone and checked it despite the fact that he was the last person you wanted to hear from. 

“I’m coming over,” were the only words typed across your screen. You let your head fall into your hands, you knew you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. He had a spare key, and you knew that no matter what, he would find a way into your apartment. Instead of texting him back, you continued to sit on the couch with tears streaming down your face, and your heart breaking the more you thought about seeing him. 

Sitting on the couch and staring off into space you didn’t notice the door opening and footsteps coming toward you. 

“(y/n)?” you suddenly heard your name being called and your head snapped up. You saw the man you loved and a worried expression across his face. You wiped furiously at your eyes trying to rid yourself of the tears falling from your eyes. “Hey, Marc, is everything ok?” you asked as calmly as you could. He raised a brow and sat down next to you. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in 3 days,” he said blatantly. “Right sorry,” you nodded and looked away from him. “Tell me what’s wrong,” Marc said and tried to turn your face toward him. “There’s nothing wrong Marc, I’m just fine,” you said but let him turn your head so you would look at him. “You know you can’t lie to me, you may be good, but you’re not that good,” he told you. “There really isn’t anything going on. I’m ok,” you tried again. 

He placed both hands on your face and holds your gaze. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he reminded you and stroked your cheeks. You let your eyes close and tried to keep the tears from falling once again. “I can’t tell you,’ you let out a big sigh. “I just can’t tell you,” you shook your head and he let go of your face before letting his hands rest on your shoulders. “And why is that? Did I do something wrong?” he asked questions just furthering your stress. “Marc, no, no, you’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. I just, I don’t want anything to happen,” you explained to him. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked. 

“It means that if I tell you, things will change between us and I can’t let that happen,” you said and pulled away from his grasp. “Have you done something?” he asked carefully, “Because if you have we can work this out together,” he started, but you cut him off. “I have. I have done something and no we can’t work it out because it doesn’t work that way. Loving someone who doesn’t love you isn’t something the pair can usually work out together Marc,” you raised your voice. The second the words left your lips your eyes widened and your stomach dropped. Marc’s eyes widened as well, and his brain was hurriedly trying to comprehend what you had just said to him. You stood up from the couch and turned away from him trying to figure out something to say to fix everything. 

“Marc-” you started but didn’t know what to say. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” you said and felt tears come to your eyes once again. His silence was scaring you, “You love me?” you heard the question from behind you and you screwed your eyes shut. “I know you don’t feel the same ok, I know it so please don’t ask me to say it again,” you pleaded with him. You knew you were eventually going to have to turn around and face him and so you took a deep breath and turned on your heel. He almost had a look of fear in his eyes. 

He was scared, he was horrified to lose you, and he was determined to make it ok. Though Marc seemed cold, and on occasion unreasonable, he was sweet and felt so much more than anyone could imagine. He cared for you, just not the way you cared for him evidently. 

It almost made him just want to walk out the door because he was honestly scared, he was scared. You had been his best friend for years, and now you’ve just confessed that you’re in love with him and he doesn’t feel the same. He’s torn, he has no idea what to do. 

“How long?” he asked slowly. You sighed and tried to keep your voice from shaking, “A long time Marc,” you admitted nervously. He put his head in his hands and dragged his hands through his hair. “What am I supposed to say?” he asked roughly and looked up at you. “What do you want me to say?” he asked again his voice getting louder. Your eyes got wide, “I don’t know Marc, ok. I don’t know. All I know is that you don’t love me like that, and I was stupid to say anything at all. It’s my fault, I take responsibility for ruining our friendship. That’s on me, and I’m sorry…” you trailed off as your voice continued to strain and tears fell. 

“You’re right about my feelings and I’m so sorry, ok. I am but I can’t love you, I don’t love you like that. Just thinking about it doesn’t feel right,” he admitted and it made your heart stop. “Looking at you right now, and knowing that you love me makes my stomach turn, it makes me want to turn around and walk out of here,” he stated. Your breathing hitched and you felt like you were going to die. Just the thought of you loving him made him sick, it made him want to get away from you. It broke your heart, you knew it wasn’t going to be good but you didn’t think he would break you like this. 

“What? so, I make you sick now?” you asked hoping it would come out harsh but it came out as more of a whimper. He felt his heart stop for a second at your words and realized what he had said to you. “I didn’t mean it that way, and you know it,” he spoke pointedly. “It sure sounded like it, I knew you’d reject me but I never thought it would be this bad,” you said and wrapped your arms around yourself as if trying to protect yourself from any more harm. “You need to leave Marc,” you said suddenly and looked away from him. “I don’t want to leave it like this,” he stood his ground. “Well, I can’t handle any more of your daggers in my heart alright, just leave…” you trailed off once again. He looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes filled with regret and fear. “Please,” you practically pleaded. “We can fix this, we always fix it,” he tried. You just shook your head with tears blurring your vision. “I don’t know, Marc. I don’t know,” you said and you both could practically hear each other’s hearts shattering on the floor. 

He looked at you with tears brimming in his eyes before standing up to place a kiss on your forehead. You covered your mouth to hold back a cry as you watched him walk to the door. 

“I’m sorry,” were his last words to you, and yours were “I’m sorry too,” 

That was the last you heard from Marc and it’s been months. Oh, how you wish you could’ve fixed it. 

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Perusal

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1000 words

Outline: You were just trying to read your book in peace, Marc had other things on his mind. Maybe you could mix those things together.

Warnings: heavy nipple play, cock warming, vaginal sex, daddy kink, not beta read.

Author’s Note: This idea popped in my head one morning. Thanks to @silver-pieces for choosing Marc for this scenario :)

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics || banners by @maysdigitalarts

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Marc Spector Masterlist

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

On a quiet Sunday morning, you are sitting on the couch, legs tangled in one another, wearing nothing but your boyfriend’s white t-shirt, a book between your hands. The sunlight is illuminating your face, eyes reading each of the words carefully, a cup of a warm beverage sitting on the coffee table. You tilt your head a little to look up at the sun, cracking your neck a little as you are repeating the words you’ve read in your head. 

Murmuring a line or two before immersing yourself back into your book. One of your favorite things to do was to read poetry and you did that as often as you could. With a deep breath, you continued, until you felt a touch. A kiss on your head and then two large palms coming to your shoulders massaging you tenderly. His eyes examined your book and in the same breath, his hands traveled to your breasts. 

“Marc..” You breathed, your voice getting short immediately. 

“Shhh, keep on reading.” His hands groped your breasts, warming them entirely, his mouth coming to breathe hot air down your neck. Pushing your hair aside, his lips then started leaving a trail of kisses on your exposed neck.

“Marc, I can’t.” You whimper again and try to close your book to turn your attention to him. Marc was the type of a man to be very aroused in the mornings, there was something special about sunlight that just filled him with the need to take your body over and over again until you were begging him to get out of bed. You know he wanted his meal, your pussy warming his cock while he thrust and thrust against the bed holding your head between his hands, staring deep inside your eyes. That was the definition of a good morning for him. 

“Read for me. I wanna hear your voice.” Hot breath fills your ear, an almost silent growl hiding under his voice. Exhaling a deep breath, you open your book again and begin to recite. His hands are exploring your body slowly yet needily till they reach their favorite destination. Your breasts. You stop as you let out a hiss. Sometimes you felt like his hands belonged on them, mere placeholders just for him.

“Read.” He repeats, his breath warm against your ear, exhaling while he is cupping your breasts, your nipples instantly perking up under the thin fabric. You try to clear your throat and sit up straight while he is kissing your neck again. You open your mouth to start reciting the first lines of the book you were previously reading. His fingers are moving in circles around your nipples while he is softly biting at your skin. His body is hidden by the back of the couch and you wanted so bad to touch him as well, explore his body. 

Determined to win this round, you clear your throat and read some more lines, slowly pronouncing the words as he is now pinching your nipples. “Marc!” You yell out in protest, losing the book from your hands. He was a tease and a menace all in one. Yet you could never have enough of him.

“Continue.” He says on a serious note slapping both of your breasts at the same time. You gasp out loud, the stingy pain electrifying your body and building up your arousal. You breathe heavily again and then open the book and start reading again while he is rubbing soft circles again, with no urgency at all. 

“Doing so well for me,” Marc says breathing down your neck. “I love hearing your voice.” He chuckles as he gropes your breasts again. Right now you wanted nothing more than to have him claim you, fill you up, shut your mouth with his cock. Anything than to keep on reading.

“Come and warm my cock for me while you keep on reading for me.” Not exactly what you had on your mind.

“Marc…” You whine out again, feeling yourself getting wet at just the thought. He lets go of your breasts, and they feel so empty without his touch.

Marc quickly sits next to you on the couch and now you can see him fully for the first time. Soft morning light crept in through the half-open window. His muscular body was on full display, as his dangling chain, got lost inside his chest hair. The truth is he loved to sleep naked or better yet buried deep inside you. How you expected him to wear anything when he got up from bed, probably expecting to find you in the shower, was beyond you. 

His erection stood tall and proud against his belly, and you momentarily wanted to get tangled right there in the small hairs on his belly. You make a move to set the book aside but Marc only shushes you and instead, he grabs you by the hips, turning you around to face him -of course, he wanted full access to your breasts- and he immediately moved his hands to line up his cock to your entrance.

“My baby girl likes reading, huh? Makes her so fucking wet.” He chuckles, his low baritone tone causing an uproar inside you. Oh, he had you in the palm of his hands and there was nowhere else you would rather be. At the feeling of his large cockhead pushing inside your velvet walls, you let out a moan, and try to somehow balance yourself. 

“Good girl. Taking daddy’s cock so well. “ His face is illuminated, warm and so tender. And he is so handsome, like a Greek statue come to life. Momentarily you thank every god that made him fall inside your path that fateful day you met him. Lost in your daydreams, you groan when you feel him sinking you all down inside his cock. 

“I wanna hear the rest, come on. We don’t have all morning.” 

You try to chuckle while you are breathing heavily and then you return your attention to your book. Clearing your throat first before reading out loud the next lines, his full attention focused on your voice. You knew what he wanted, he wanted to tease you, to randomly spasm inside you and work your body to his pleasure and then complain you didn’t warm his cock well enough for him. You knew him far too well by now. Yet you continued, while he seemed interested in what you read. 

And when your book was over, he fucked you right there on the couch, legs wrapped tight around his waist burying you deeper and deeper into the cushions. 

Marc did really love reading. Especially when you were the one reading for him. 

Maybe only then. 

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Prompt || Marc is a teacher, Y/N is their student. Y/N is doing something graphic with a pen and their mouth whilst Marc is trying to teach a class. — Requested by anon

Pairing || College Professor!Marc Spector x Student!Female!Reader

Word Count || Less than 700

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Marc is early/mid 40’s), sexual thoughts and acts, teasing.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

Professor Spector's classes were one of your favourites to attend. His love and enthusiasm for Egyptian mythology made the subject more exciting and fun due to his teachings. But today, for some reason, you weren't too keen on paying attention like you should be doing; instead, you wanted to tease your hot professor.

You loved to tease Professor Spector whenever you had the chance. Ever since you found a slight clue that he was into you, you had gradually started to tease him in almost every class, and today, you wanted to take it further than you ever had previously.

As you did almost every class, you sat right in the front to have a perfect view of your professor and, him you. He was older, much older and the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on. Each time you studied him, studied his looks and demeanour, you had to stifle a whimper and clench your thighs together.

Today, you had dressed up in the tightest long-sleeve top, accentuating your breasts, and you wore the shortest skirt known to man.

With a pen in hand, you wrote down notes in your book while licking and biting your lips whenever he would look in your direction. You could see that he found it frustrating, watching you in those tight-fitting clothes and giving him suggestive looks and making those gestures that made his dick harden.

He had to shake his head multiple times to get back on track with the lecture and tried not to look in your general direction altogether, trying not to focus on the erotic distraction.

A small part of you was sad that he stopped looking, but another was happy. You had managed to get the desired reaction out of him, and now you wanted to take it even further.

With the slick pen in hand, you started tracing the tip of it on your bottom lip and, ever so slightly, put your tongue out to give it a lick. Still, you could see him flicker his eyes over to you every so often, licking his lips more than usual. He couldn’t help it when you looked so tempting.

He shot you a glare, a warning that if you kept it up, you would be in big trouble later. Oh, that’s exactly what you wanted. You smiled innocently at him, like you were oblivious to what you were doing.

At that moment, he looked away again and got on with the lecture. Luckily, the other students hadn’t been too suspicious of his unusual behaviour.

You looked around the room, ensuring no one was looking down on you. When you were sure everyone had their attention towards the front, you took the pen in your mouth and started sucking on it, imagining it was him. Due to your clothing of choice and where you had chosen to sit, you could easily spread your legs and give him a view of your damp panties. With your other hand, you rubbed up and down your thigh.

At that moment, Professor Spector lifted his eye from his notes and met your innocent, sweet eyes. He was stunned, stuttering his words as he watched the pen move in and out of your mouth and your hand move up and down your luscious thigh.

Luckily, he was saved by the sound of the bell ringing. The class was over, and that was for the best because there was no way he could have continued teaching when all he had on his mind was the image of you bent over his desk and him having his way with a naughty schoolgirl.

You stopped all movements and started packing your bag, but you stayed behind, waiting for the other students to pile out of the auditorium.

When everyone had left, Professor Spector came over to where you were sitting. With his palms on the surface in front of you, he leaned down till he was level with your face. Lust and desire were evident all over him.

“Meet me in my office. I’ll show you what I do to students who misbehave….”

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[jake-g-lockley]

Duck, Duck, Goose. (Steven Grant x reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

A/N: I swear I should start a little series about one-shots that are inspired by TikToks. This one particular video was so cute and it definitely reminded me of Steven.

Warnings: None at all!

Word Count: 304 words.

Steven Grant is a peculiar being. He was, of course, the embodiment of a golden retriever dipped in warm fuzzy sunshine mixed with hot ramen on the coldest of winter days. He was also quite chaotic and had enough energy to light up the world.

Spending time with him was always a joy and you never once felt bored or tired out by his theories or ideas. He definitely had the knack of carrying the conversation and you would listen and engage with him until the both of you get lost in a whirlwind of random thoughts. 

His peculiarity increased tenfold when you moved into his place. His apartment was an absolute treasure trove and there was stuff covering every single square inch of the place. It never once infuriated you, in fact, it was exactly what you wanted in a home, something cozy and like a little bubble of your own world. You loved finding little trinkets and asking Steven about them and he would tell you everything he remembers about the item, where he bought it, its significance and why he likes it. 

One day, when you were cooking, you found a tiny little duck that was barely the size of the tip of your pinky on one of your spices. You didn’t think anything of it and left it there but then you started to find random tiny ducks of various colors around the apartment. You would laugh every time you found a tiny duck, collecting them in a little pouch that you carried around with you in case you found more ducks of course.

After finding a good amount of ducks around the apartment, you decided to ask Steven about it. He shrugged and acted as if he didn’t do anything until you tickled the answer out of him and the both of you were squealing on the floor with tears in your eyes. Years later, you would still find tiny ducks around the tiny apartment and wherever you went, anything duck related would remind you of your peculiar Steven. 

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[writingfics-passingtime]

Song: Fahrenheit - Azee

With Marc Spector x fem reader

(I think this may fit well with the Outlaw fic 👀)

Lovely anon, thank you for this request! Definitely feels like Outlaw and that tough-guy reader, and I had fun writing that type of reader character again.

I completely failed at writing something drabble-length but my house, my rules to break. The urge to turn this into such a long fic was and is so fucking strong… sorry for how I left this one 😅 I hope you like it 💜

Compromise

This one-shot is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song prompt: Fahrenheit

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader

Words: 2450

CWs: Some swearing, mentions of violence

There’s a light on in an upstairs window.

A shadow ebbing through the soft warm glow tells Marc that it wasn’t left on by mistake; there’s someone else inside. But another intruder wouldn’t have turned a light on, unless they were dead stupid, so whoever’s inside is allowed to be.

He’ll have to be careful.

It’s a little past two in the morning when Marc sticks a pick into the keyhole of a maintenance entrance and enters the great stone building. As to be expected in this old library, no alarm or security camera pings the signal detector on his watch. He relaxes, still keeping his steps quiet, and hopes that this strange directive from Khonshu would remain simply strange and not complicated.

“Why do you need me to steal an old book?”

“It’s not a book in the way your human mind is limited to understand,” Khonshu explained. Marc didn’t pretend to look interested or unbothered, but some secret place found relief in the lack the command to end another evil life.

“The Ennead Codex contains matters of great importance, and it is in danger of falling into the hands of those who wish to access the underworld.”

Whatever that means, Marc thought. He didn’t question it further. Really, he didn’t care all that much. It was just another task from his master.

Without many more words, Khonshu told Marc where the sacred manuscripts had been hidden for the past several decades. They’d been moved to this seemingly insignificant library in a small town.

Hidden in plain sight.

As Marc lifts a brass handle and slips through a dark walnut door into the main chambers of the library, he doesn’t bother donning the suit. He’d probably slip in and out undetected, harnessing his years of covert ops.

For a small town, the room is towering and impressive and beautiful. Filtered through a expanse of glass in the ceiling, moonlight casts its judgement across the carved stone pillars of the rotunda. Patches of dark blue carpet are dimly aglow with the help of the night sky, until Marc casts his own shadow across them.

He walks past the circular desk that sits in the dead centre of the room, now having clocked the sign for the Reference section where Khonshu said the Codex may be hidden.

The shelves are shrouded in darkness as he approaches and searches for the number “202.” He doesn’t get very far before the hairs on the back of his neck pique his fight or flight.

His right hand meets the gun at his side, pointer finger itching to meet the strength of the trigger, and a small clicking noise on the other side of the room sends him slipping behind a pillar.

He waits, listens, tries to discern where the sound came from. Footsteps. Coming towards the centre of the room.

Towards him.

Marc slows his breathing to keep it quiet. He wonders if the other presence in the library can sense him in the way he could sense them. Sure, years of tactical training hone the senses, but there’s also a distinct human instinct that tells someone when they’re not alone. He swallows hard when he remembers that it’s possible this other presence is not human.

“I know you’re in here,” a voice echoes through the aisles and up to the ceiling. Sounds human enough. She doesn’t sound afraid so she probably has a weapon. Marc tightens his grip on the gun, readying to draw.

“Come on out,” you command, sounding a little impatient.

You don’t declare a weapon. He doesn’t hear the safety of a pistol disengage, or the cocking of a shotgun, so he emerges from the shadows with a hand on his holstered gun.

You look sharp and powerful, standing in the centre of the room. Empty hands hang by your side - no visible weapon - you tilt your head, intrigued when you see the intruder. The light of the early morning moon chisels harshly against your features, projecting something familiar and severe towards the man who’d broken in.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is accusing. You take a step towards him, head lowering to show him an unwavering, disarming stare. There’s a flicker of hostility and a glint of gold in your eyes that numbs his tongue just long enough to be too long. “English?” You stop walking and set your jaw. You look like a normal person.

“Yeah, English,” Marc finds his words and quickly assesses you, your stance, the outline of your body. There’s no bulkiness to your clothing, there’s no tension that gives away a readiness to strike; you’re no threat to him. There’s time to grab the book and get out before the small-town cops arrived.

“I’ll be out of your hair in a minute. No one needs to get hurt.” He says it as he turns away from you and you immediately call out after him.

“I won’t let you take it.”

He turns back and narrows his eyes in question.

“I know what you’re here for,” your fingers begin to curl into fists, your chest rises with a breath of preparation. “You need to leave. Now.”

Marc’s eyes flick to your growing battle posture, and he begins to summons the suit.

The exhales of the old pages lining the bookshelves glitter dust through the streams of moonlight. The same moonlight from which Khonshu’s vessel draws the power he begins to feel pulsing through his fingertips, through his chest and the back of his head. He lowers the hand from his gun and looks you dead in the eye. Marc sees another glimmer of gold. It was so fast, if he’d been blinking he’d have missed it. He juts his chin in challenge. “Who are you?”

“Leave,” is your only answer. “I won’t tell you again.”

The room fills with a gentle thundering the second your hands close into fists. Books, across every shelf, buzz with a strange power. The light fixtures are barely swinging, there’s no dust falling from the ceilings, but the shelves are alive with a ferocity you held. No more time to waste.

Lunar silver fills Marc’s vision as the sacred suit fixes tightly around him. He can’t leave here without that Codex. He’s fully prepared to fight you for it.

He positions himself into a stance ready to defend and to attack, watching with bated breath as you see his suit take place. The moment the ceremonial garb fits the last swath to Marc’s skin, you raise your fists.

The room falls quiet. The books fall still.

Marc waits, he listens, he watches as you determine he’s a bigger threat than you’d thought. It looks like you’re bleeding energy to hold your fists above your head, like you’re holding great power. Then, he notices the stream of moonlight begin to dilute. A warm, golden light begins emanating from the bookshelves. From the books themselves.

In a move too swift to predict, you draw your arms down towards your chest and fall to one knee.

A thread of light shoots from what looks to be every page in the room, blasting towards you before he has the chance to blink. Marc has to shield his eyes and again duck behind the pillar to protect himself from a glare so bright he was sure it rivalled the sun’s surface. It’s overpowering, debilitating, even through his tightly shut eyes, he throws his face against the crook of his elbow until he can sense the light begin to wane.

He emerges from the pillar fully prepared to attack, but stops in his tracks when he sees you rise to your feet.

You had transformed.

In a way that was all too familiar.

Golden cuffs circle your wrists, upper arms, your collar adorned with twists of gold and ivory. The breastplate of your armour is blanched leather bordered in the bones of an ancient being. A white cloth drapes around your waist, falling halfway down your legs. Your shins are wrapped in the same cloth, down to where your ankles are cuffed in gold above your bare feet.

Marc hold up his hands in surrender when he eyes the long golden staff in your white-knuckled grip. Not because he thought he couldn’t win, but because it looked like something he’d seen before. “I think we’re on the same side here.”

You smirk, scoff through your nose and point the staff at him. “Anyone attempting to steal the Ennead Codex is on no side of ours.”

“I’m not trying to steal it,” Marc drops the hood and lets the cloth peel back from his face. To show you his eyes in an appeal for trust. You didn’t waver. “I was sent to retrieve it.”

A raised eyebrow tells Marc that, to you, it’s the same fucking thing.

He holds his breath and asks, “Who do you serve?”

He watches you examine him. His suit. He watches as you realise you have a lot more in common than you’d care to admit; somehow, somewhere along the way, your lives ended up in the hands of beings too powerful to comprehend.

You don’t lower your staff as you say, with pride and strength in your voice, “I am the Scribe of Seshat. Tasked with protecting the Ennead Codex, and any knowledge those would seek out to use for destruction.” Marc takes a step forward and you don’t like that. With a single nod up, you counter, “Your turn.” Your grip on the hook-ended staff tightens. He doesn’t flinch.

“I am the Fist of Khonshu. Tasked with protecting travellers of the night.” He only stops when he’s a step away from the end of your staff. “Khonshu sent me to retrieve the Codex.”

You pull the sharp hook away, planting the lower end back on the floor beside your feet, and the books thunder for half a second. Again, Marc doesn’t flinch.

After several moments of tense, insular processing, you fix your eyes on a shelf behind your intruder and you begin to look nervous. “Seshat said this day would come.” You then meet his eye with an openness he hadn’t expected. “I just didn’t think it would be this soon.”

“Seshat doesn’t sit on the Ennead Council,” Marc subtly probes, keenly watching the way you’d react.

“No,” you confirm. “Never wants to. The only reason she has an Avatar is to keep them at bay. Seshat wants nothing to do with the Council…” you begin to walk past him, pausing at his side to add, “Especially Khonshu.”

You keep walking so Marc turns his body towards you, and don’t tell him to stay or back off so he follows as you enter the darkened rows.

Your barefooted steps are automatic and confident, carrying you to near the end of a nondescript shelf of reference material. After a moment of pause, reverence, and reflection, you place your hand on the spine of a thick book and chant a few words under your breath. It glows gold for a moment before changing appearance and sliding out into your hand.

Marc watches you caress the edges of the pages and look at the Ennead Codex as if it were something you truly cared for. Truly believed in.

He holds out a hand and promises, “I won’t let anything happen to it.”

Your head snaps towards him and he sees a startling intensity in your eye, along with those flecks of gold. “I know you won’t,” you start, “because the Codex isn’t leaving my sight.” Marc opens his mouth to protest but your protective grip tightens and you set your jaw. “I am the keeper of this Codex. I go where it goes.”

Marc shakes his head once. “Not gonna happen.”

“It’s not up for debate.”

“Don’t make me take it from you.”

A new low rumbling begins all around. Your eyes don’t leave each other as a smirk peaks into the corner of your mouth. “A sliver of waning moonlight versus a roomful of knowledge… do you like your chances against me in my domain, Moon Knight?”

Marc’s stomach lurches, though he gives no outward indication. Moon Knight. He didn’t tell you that name.

Your eyes burn gold, brightening every moment you build the power you’re pulling from the sources around you. Marc bites his tongue and assesses the situation as the library fills with the show of the ancient being you carry the mark of.

Marc arrives at the conclusion that, if you are indeed a vessel for Seshat, fighting you here would be a losing battle. He has no advantage. So, like a good Marine, he knows when to call the retreat. He knows when to compromise, and he does so with a gentle lift of his hands in surrender.

Your eyes return to normal, the books stop readying themselves for battle, and you brush past him with the Codex in your hands. He turns, recovering quickly, and starts after you. “How d’you-”

“Know that name?” You suddenly stop and turn. Marc’s body almost crashes against yours but he stops on a dime and plants one foot behind him, giving you two at least a little bit of personal space. You look him up and down before levelling him with a single look. “How do I, Avatar of the great Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge, the goddess who invented writing and record-keeping… how do I know who you are?”

Your rhetorical question hangs in the air like the smirk lingers on your lips. After a few moments, Marc nods and sticks his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “We’ll go together to Khonshu, then go our separate ways.”

After, in silence, you reminisce on what Seshat had told you about this day that would come, you nod. “Fine. But if you try to take this from me, I’m gone.”

He gestures around and tries to look unimpressed. “Do you need to do a little light show to change outfits or…?”

He drops the suit in a matter of seconds, before showing a forced and sarcastic smile. Without breaking eye contact, your own garb seamlessly transforms back into the simple clothes you’d been wearing when you first walked in. Your height lifts by an inch when the sneakers finally form around your feet, and you don’t waste a second to turn and begin walking back towards the door from which you and Marc both came. “Keep up, Moon Boy.”

Marc huffs a low grunt, takes a deep breath to ground himself, and sets his jaw before following after you.

This was supposed to be a simple in-and-out, not a full-on extraction. He was here for the Codex, and now that you’ll be leaving your power source he’ll have to look after you until gods know when.

U.S. Marine to glorified fuckin’ babysitter…

Khonshu owes him. Big time.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Favourite toy // ☾ Steven Grant x fem!reader

Summary: Steven has questions about a particular toy that you own, especially: "can I see you use it".

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, mentions of marc, sex toys, multiple orgasms, creampie, rough sex, pet names, oral, innocence, voyeurism (?), i just needed to get this off of my chest ok

Word: 2.5k

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As the kettle finished boiling, you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, rolling your neck to try and ease the stiffness that seemed to have settled throughout the muscles in your body from your night's activity with Marc. It had been the two of your anniversary, so he had treated you to a luxuriously long night of hard fucking, the thoughts bringing warmth to your cheeks as you stirred the water with the coffee granules in your favourite mug.

A loud grunt from the bedroom had you turning on the spot, smiling to yourself as you started to make your way back to the room, noticing the naked man in the middle of the bed starting to wake. As usual, you’d expected Marc to turn over, give a long stretch and reach out for you like he always did but instead, a mop of dark curly locks popped up from the centre of the bed, wild eyes looking around in a confused and disorientated expression.

Immediately you rushed forward, gently placing your mug on your bedside dresser and sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands weaving into his hair to try and calm him, your voice coming out only as loud as a whisper, “Hey Steven, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you today, are you ok?”

As soon as he felt your fingers on his scalp and your voice drifted through his senses, you saw his muscles relaxing, head falling back onto the pillow but his face turned towards you, lips turning up at the corners as he briefly looked at you up and down, his smile widening when he noticed you were only wearing one of Marc’s t-shirts and nothing more. “Yeah - thought I’d surprise you, didn’t I love, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, baby,” you responded with just as much eagerness as he did, leaning down to kiss him quickly on the lips before glancing around the room, trying to subtly spot everything that you needed to hide before Steven noticed from your night with Marc. It wasn’t much use though as Steven caught your wandering eyes and quickly sat up, eyes widening slightly.

“Uh, looks like you and Marc had a pretty wild night, huh.” You could tell he was embarrassed as he saw all of the sex toys, lube, straps and lingerie scattered over the bed and floor. Biting your lip, you tried not to laugh at Steven’s innocence, finding him endearing as you reached behind him to detach a pair of handcuffs from the railings of the bed.

“Yeah, sorry about this, I would have put them away last night if I knew you were coming but I think we kinda passed out at some point”. Standing from the bed, you began to tidy everything away into the designated draws.

It was only as you bent down to pick up your vibrator wand from the end of the bed did you notice the embarrassed expression on Steven, shift to one of confusion. “Are you ok over there, Mr Grant?” you asked with a smile, walking towards the bedside cabinet to put your favourite toy away.

Steven’s brows furrowed further as his eyes flicked from your face to the toy in your hands, “uh…whats that? In your hands I mean, what is it? Is that supposed to go inside of you?” he asked, eyes widening at his question.

You had to really concentrate on not laughing out loud now at his innocence as you responded, “it’s a vibrator, my love”.

His eyebrows raised in a shocked expression, “wow really? I thought they were supposed to look like lipsticks? Why is it so big?”

Climbing into the bed next to him, you explained that they could look very different, coming in different colours, shapes, and settings. Steven’s eyebrows were still knitted together in wonder, his mouth opening and closing like he had a million questions but also didn’t have anything to ask. “If you have any questions, my love, please ask”.

“Why is that-” he coughed slightly, almost like he was choking on his words, “why does that one feel better?”

Reaching across the sheets, you grasped his hand in your own, hoping that the soft strokes of your thumb on the back of his hand would help calm his nerves. “This one, in particular, is one of your favourites because of the deep rumbling vibrations and the sensations seem to hit all of the right places so usually doesn’t take long for me to orgasm.”

Steven seemed less uncomfortable now but, was still restless in his seat and if the tent forming in the sheets was any indication, he seemed to be enjoying the conversation in a different way. You were very much the same, trying not to unconsciously rub your thighs together to ease the tension that was slowly building. Shaking your head slightly, you continued, “from what Marc has said, the vibrator also feels good for you as well if you run it up and down your shaft”.

Keeping your eyes close on Steven, you notice his eyes very quickly glance towards the full-length mirror in your room before looking at a spot on the sheets and from the way his shoulders straightened and jaw clenched, you knew that Marc must have spoken to him. “What is it, Steven?”

“It’s Marc, he’s woken up and being a prick, it’s nothing” Steven mumbled, both of his hands now playing with the one you’d place on his.

“What did Marc say?”. Steven glanced back to the mirror briefly before sighing, sitting up more in the bed as he uncomfortably spoke.

“He um… he told me to ask if you could show me how it works - but you don’t have to do that, he’s just being a knobhead-”.

“I don’t mind showing you Steven if you’d like to see”. Stevens's voice cut off instantly, his eyes widening as he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights. Squeezing his hand to try and comfort him, you waited patiently for him to respond, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone but also knowing that he would always be worried about offending or asking too much from you. “That’s only if you want me to Steven, I don’t mind at all, my love”.

Your boyfriend swallowed harshly, his voice barely audibly as he only said one word, “ok”. Smiling brightly at him, you leaned forward to kiss his lips quickly, anticipation brewing in the bit of your stomach as gently you pulled on his hand, helping him to climb from the bed. The sheet slipped from his well-toned body, revealing his erection that bobbed up and down with his movements as he stood up.

Moving around the bed, you pulled your make-up chair until it was at the end of the bed, pushing him into it and making sure he was comfortably sitting. “Just sit back baby and watch”.

You gave him an encouraging smile whilst climbing onto the bed, lying in the centre with your legs half hanging off so Steven had the perfect view of your centre, and also the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear. The beautiful man once again glanced at the mirror however and it had you asking, “what did he say now?”

“He said this was his favourite view” Steven responded, his face now relaxed and eyes ablaze with passion as he sat patiently waiting, his cock still throbbing and standing to attention.

“Well, I hope it’ll be yours too” you whispered, lifting your shirt up and over your head whilst trying to get into a comfortable position.

“Oh god it is” he quickly breathed out and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your cheeks and the warming beneath your skin as his intense gaze.

After pulling a few pillows under your head, you were now able to watch him from in between your legs as you spread them wide and placed the head of the vibrator just above your clit, taking a deep breath before finally turning it on to the lowest setting. The sensations caused a shiver to rush down your spine, your eyes shutting as your body zoned in on the feelings of the vibrations all over your already dripping cunt.

Letting out a deep sigh and relaxing your muscles further into the bed, you tried to ignore the clenching of your hole and the way the tightening sensation was already building in your abdomen at the mere thought of both Steven and Marc watching you in this position, Marc had seen it many times before but not your innocent Steven.

As you felt your body needing a little more, you clicked the button on the vibrator to turn the settings up by one and your body immediately began to tremble, breaths coming out in quick bursts as you already were feeling close. Your hips were rising slightly off of the bed as you began to audibly moan out Steven’s name.

Opening your eyes, you looked down at your boyfriend between your shaking thighs and looked at the unbelievably lustful look in his eyes that were unblinking, flicking between your face and cunt.

It was almost an immediate effect, as soon as you looked at the beautiful man sitting watching you as if his life depended on it, your head flew back, pussy convulsing, legs shaking uncontrollably as you came hard and fast, Stevens name spilling from your lips repeatedly.

It took you a few moments to catch your breath, turning off your vibrator and placing it on the bed, you finally opened your eyes. “Usually it takes me a little bit longer to orgasm but I think you’ve got me all worked up Steven” you mumbled shyly, surprising yourself with how fast you’d orgasmed and the fact that Steven had yet to move from his position on the chair.

Sitting up, you ignored the damp spot that had formed on the bed from your juices as you stared at him, “are you ok Steven? Talk to me, my love”.

Steven didn’t move for a few seconds, your heart began to pound harder in your chest as you waited for any kind of response from him until finally, his mouth twitched, “That was…the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed”.

It was your turn to be speechless, cheeks once again warming at his words. Marc usually called you hot when he saw you getting off, but never beautiful, Steven really did know the right things to say to make you feel special.

As you opened your mouth to respond, Steven had other ideas as he quickly stood from the chair, knocking it over in the process and rushed to cup your cheeks, his lips fiercely attaching to your own, kissing you harshly. His mouth was hot and heavy against yours, tongue immediately slipping into your mouth, teeth scraping against your lips as you both toppled back onto the bed.

Your fingers tried to grip onto any part of him that you could, his back, his face, his chest until finally you were able to squeeze a hand between your bodies to grip his leaking cock. Steven gasped at the touch and his fingers encircled around your wrist, pulling it up until your fingers were interlocked. “No love, let me”.

Before you could question him on what he meant, Steven was already moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and licks all whilst pushing your thighs up until finally, his hot breath was fanning across the moist skin of your cunt. “Steven-” your moans cut you off as he started by licking up every drop of liquid, warm tongue delving past every nerve that had your back arching up on the bed. “Fuck Steven”.

Steven’s tongue was something he prided himself on, knowing all of your special spots and tricks to have you seeing stars as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and feeling how it throbbed at the sensations. Glancing down, you watched over your mound as Stevens released your clit momentarily to move his tongue as far as he could into your sensitive cunt that was clenching in desperation, you needed him badly, you didn’t want to wait any longer. “Steven please, I need you, please!”

His tongue left your body as he listened to your desperate cries, crawling steadily up your body, making sure to suck move nipples into his mouth before you finally could feel the head of his cock tease at your entrance.

It was his turn to gasp as he was easily able to slip in, your juices more than enough lube for him as inch by inch stretched your walls. Your hands were once again interlocked with his, moving up and over your head as he settled his body over yours.

Usually, Steven liked to take things slow, doing slow hip thrusts to really build up the tension but today, he was like a man possessed as his hips slapped against yours, the bed shaking against the wall as he pounded into you. Every stroke brushed against every nerve and you felt your body trembling with how good it felt, the moans coming from you were near animalistic, your lips kissing along his neck, trying to give him any sort of pleasure that he was currently giving to you.

As you could feel his lips move to your throat, somewhere amongst all of the pleasure he had let go of one of your hands, and it wasn’t until his hips shifted positions and the deep vibrations returned directly onto your clit as Steven had picked up your vibrator and slide it between your bodies. “Oh my- Steven holy shit”.

You couldn't even remember your own name with how incredible you felt, your only thoughts were ‘steven, steven, steven’ and nothing more. “Does that feel good, love?”

“Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop Steven!” You were right on the edge, it was right there at the very tip of your fingers. Opening your eyes, you stared up at Steven as he was now resting on his elbow, cock thrusting into your cunt, vibrator on its lowest setting - but it was looking up and seeing Steven, mouth open, sweat glistening on his forehead as he stared down at you, eyes now leaving your own and finally the tension in your abdomen tingled throughout your cunt and down your thighs as you came hard.

Your cunt constricted around his cock and in the throws of your euphoria, Steven also shouted out, coating your walls in his seed, each spurt sending shivers down his spine as he dropped the vibrator onto the bed to use both arms to keep himself up.

Finally, the two of you collapsed next to each other, skin burning hot and sweat dripping onto the sheets along with the fluids that were slowly leaking from your entrance.

Steven was the first to move, picking up your hand to place a single kiss on the back of your knuckles, his voice deep and laced with satisfaction as he said, “maybe we could use more of these toys”.

The giggle bubbled in your throat as you looked towards him, “yeah I think we should.”

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I know we saw jake only for a second but damn-- I would most certainly get on my knees in an instant 😩 im so sad that the series is over i have no idea how im gonna cope

also omg your theme is so prettyyy <3333

love chained.

pairing: jake lockley x (f)reader

word count: 385

warnings: minors dni please, jake is a warning ok he’s not called murder daddy for nothing, illusions to rough sex and oral, mentions of blood, violence.

etc: i'm sure this is not what you had in mind when you sent this post in but jake?? JAKE?????!!!! this man would see another man look at you and either pummel them OR take if out on you later, he would literally dom you until you were a mess, you cannot change my mind, i'm sorry ily!

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“Do you know the things I would do for you? The lengths I would go to to protect you, to hurt anyone if they were to ever touch you? To hurt you, hmm?” Jake’s accent is deep, laced with a dark undertone that doesn't match his eyes; they’re softer - as soft as they can get, as he allows - and it makes the words coming out of his mouth more threatening, intimidating; scary. 

And yet there's wetness pooling between your thighs, your body feels like it's on fire as you look down at his knuckles as they run along your cheek, under your chin to tip your head up so you’re looking at him; your knees aching from when he had pushed you down to this position, knelt in front of him. 

You can smell the scent of blood, the bitter copper that always lingers too long - that you’ve tasted as your tongue ran across his bruised appendages, as he’s forced his fingers in your mouth to taste what you had made him do. There should be shame in the way it makes you feel to watch Jake take down another man for you, his threats to take down whoever, whenever, if it meant you were safe; to keep you safe. It shouldn't make you wet, it shouldn't make you want to see that devoted rage that rumbles through his chest as his fist beats down on someone's skull. 

But it does. And he knows it. Knows how much you love hearing all the things he would do, all the places he would burn down to ensure your safety; like some sick savior, your savior. Jake Lockely. 

His thumb runs across your bottom lip, his eyes fluttering from your eyes to your mouth, the twitch in his jaw showing more than him telling what he had in store for you - what his sick mind was thinking up. 

Jake’s love was gruesome, overpoective, bloody, rough, mean; like the way he fucks. As if the rougher he is the more you will understand that he loves you, that he wouldn't need a God to help him deal out pain to keep you by his side. 

When he stands, the clink of his belt makes your stomach flutter, “let me show you all that I would do for you.”

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To Love Him:Loving Marc Spector pt.2-Marc Spector x Reader

this is part 2 of Loving Marc Spector: here's part 1

word count:1976

warnings: angstish to fluff. again this is before the series begins. if there is anything else please let me know!

summary: Marc realizes that he loves you once he loses you, and comes back to fix things.

(not my gif!)

Marc had steered clear of you for months, only taking precautions by checking up on you in the most discrete way he could. Occasionally following you home at night making sure you got home safe from wherever you had gone that day. 

You had to get out of the house to keep yourself sane, going on walks or to your favorite chip shop. Leaving your window open just a crack when it rains so the petrichor will ease your anxiety. You would bring yourself to sit on the small window seat so you could drink your tea and hopelessly stare out the window wanting Marc to come back. Little did you know he could sometimes see you at your window at night getting ready to close it after taking one last look before you went to sleep. 

Sleeping was something neither of you could do. Especially knowing Marc was out there alone, and him knowing you were alone as well it made things ten times worse. You would wait to hear the specific ding of a notification from him every day. He would wait for the voicemails you sent during the day just to tell him how your day was going, and check up on him. He missed you, and he didn’t realize just how much he missed you until he didn’t have you. 

The longer he stayed away from you the more his eyes opened to the fact that you made up most of his heart, and that he felt more empty than he ever had without you. Your heart felt as vacant as all the motels you stayed in with him, just a neon sign flashing in your mind that there was a vacancy. Nothing compared to the hurt you felt when you were separated from him. 

One night you were walking back home from the park you’d always used to go to when you convinced him to take things slow now and again. It was about 9 pm and the streets around your apartment building weren’t nearly as bustling as usual. You looked out into the small crowd of people that were loitering around and saw the flash of a familiar face. Your eyes widened and when you looked again he was gone, just like in the movies. There one second then you blink and they're gone. You shook your head thinking you had just begun to see the things you so desperately wanted to see. “You’re going crazy now,” you said to yourself as you walked into your apartment building. The rain had just begun to fall as you entered your apartment on the 5th floor. You had a bag of chips in your hands and were about ready to sit on the couch and watch some tv. Before you could forget you went to open the window just a bit taking one last glance outside. 

You sighed heavily and wandered back to your couch to eat and barely pay attention to the screen as per usual. 

Marc knew that if he was going to tell you it had to be soon. He had to tell you how he felt, how much he loved you. Over the past few months, he has come to discover his love for you was more than a friendship. He loved your laugh, your kind eyes, your familiar and soothing hold. He loved the way your nose scrunched up when you would laugh, and the way you sing along to songs even when you don’t know them and get the words wrong. He loved catching you reciting acceptance speeches in the shower and the determination in your eyes when you were fighting. He loved the way you would protect him and knew he would fearlessly do the same for you. 

He loved you and you had to know. He had to have you, he had to make it right and that’s what he was going to do. 

He waited by your apartment for a while seeing as he knew you’d always be home by 9 pm. He was in the crowd and he watched as you caught a glimpse of him, doing a doubletake. He made sure to be out of sight before you saw him again. He was uncharacteristically nervous, but it was quite obvious why and he had a valid reason to be. 

You turned your back and walked into your apartment building and he felt the rain begin to drizzle over him. He jogged over to the door and one of your neighbors gladly let him in seeing as she knew him from how many times he came to see you. He traversed up the stairs not wanting to take the elevator and get there seconds after you closed the door. When he got to the 5th floor, he slowly made his way down the corridor to your door, hesitating before letting his knuckles rap against the old wood. He could practically see the scene behind the door, the window cracked and you sitting on your couch with your favorite blanket and your chips settled on your lap. He could see the confusion and annoyance overcome your features as you reluctantly got up to answer the door. 

He heard your footsteps pad against the creaky floors. The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal you in your pajamas with suddenly wide eyes. 

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You opened the door and there stood the man you never thought you’d see again. He was standing on your doorstep, well in the hallway of your building. 

“Marc?” you questioned in disbelief. You felt your heart melt at the look in his eyes. You were upset that he still had the effect he did. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, but I have to tell you something. So, before you slam the door in my face will you hear me out?” he asked. You gazed at him with surprised eyes and a rigid posture. 

You involuntarily nodded your head before stepping out of the doorway to let him in. Your heart clenched when you felt him slip by you and into the familiar space. 

He was in shock that you let him in as you closed the door behind you both, instinctively locking it behind you. 

You didn’t even realize that your hands were clenching and unclenching tightly. Marc noticed your nervous habit and knew he had to get it out. 

“I needed to see you,” he said firmly. “Marc, what more is there to say?” you asked with a sad sigh. “You’re wrong (y/n), you’re wrong, I have so much to say,” Marc said and once again stood his ground. You looked at him in surprise and fear, not sure where he was going with this. You were horrified that he was here to break your heart even further, little did you know he was here only to mend it. 

He hesitantly raised his hands and reached forward to place them on your cheeks. You knew in your mind you should have moved away from him but your heart pleaded with you to stay. You let his warm hands come to rest on either side of your face, and you let out a deep sigh. You didn’t know if the sigh was of relief or anxiety. He felt you relax into his touch and a bit of warmth bloom in his chest. “Just listen to me, alright,” he said and stroked your cheek. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the sound of his voice after so long. You could barely comprehend that he was actually there. You nodded your head soundlessly as if telling him to continue. 

“I left here that day with nothing because I lost you and you were everything to me. You are everything to me. I couldn’t breathe without thinking of you, I was empty, my life was vacant and cold. Everything lost its color, it lost its vibrance because you weren’t there to remind me that life isn’t black and white, it’s so much more. I lost everything when I lost you,” He finished, and you could hear his voice beginning to strain. He always had a hard time opening up and so this was a huge step for him. 

Your eyes were filled with tears and your bottom lip quivered. You didn’t know what to say. 

“I lost everything too,” your voice shook. You reached your hands up to place over his. 

“I’m so sorry Marc,” you softly cried. “I’m sorry that any of this happened, I knew you didn’t feel the same and I said it anyway. I’m so sorry,” you said once again. Marc looked at you with nervousness in his eyes. 

“You’re wrong about how I feel. You’re so wrong,” he spoke up. You looked at him in confusion not understanding what he was saying. “Marc you told me-” he cut you off, “I know what I said, but I was wrong. I never realized how much I loved you until you were gone. (y/n), I love you,” he stated firmly and you looked at him with those doe-eyes he could never resist. “You love me?” you asked the same question he had that night. “I do. I love you,” he told you again. You let go of his hands and let them drop to your sides, and he let his do the same. Instead of turning away from him, you surged forward to wrap your arms around him. He huffed at the impact of your body hitting him, but quickly twisted his arms around you. He felt your tears against his shirt and leaned down to kiss your head softly. 

He felt some tears of his own slide down his cheeks as well as he could feel you grip his shirt tightly in your fists. Gently he placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away from him. “I told you we could fix it,” he said softly with a small grin on his face. You sighed heavily and slapped his shoulder lightly. “Oh hush,” you said with a watery laugh. He chuckled and brought you close again. This time his hands were on your waist and yours were on his cheeks. You looked up at him through your tear glossed lashes and smiled softly. He squeezed your waist, and you moved one hand behind his head to play with his curls. Before either of you could even think of anything to say you pushed up on your toes and pulled him down to meet you in the middle. Your lips pressed against his and your hand ran through his hair gently tugging at the ends. He moved one hand from your waist up your back to press you completely against him. His lips were slightly chapped because of the cold air outside, and yours tasted like that strawberry lip balm you always used. He never wanted to let you go but you eventually had to part. Your breathing was heavy, and your heart was pounding in your chest you could have sworn he could hear it. You settle back on your feet and looked up at him with a shy smile. His smile was bright as he looked down at you. “I missed you, sweetheart,” he said and rested his forehead against yours. “I missed you too Marc,” you returned the sentiment. You wrapped both your arms around his neck and moved so you could nuzzle against his neck softly placing a kiss on his skin. Your heart fluttered in your chest at the thought of him coming back for you. Realizing that he was in love with you too and coming back to get you. knowing he couldn’t do it without you just as you couldn’t do it without him. 

He came back and he fixed it. He fixed you. 

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Possessive

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 3575 words

Outline: Six months ago you left Marc in Cairo after another tear-filled night, you packed your bags and started a new life in a new country and went no contact. So how come you run into him in the middle of the day?

Warnings: swearing, pet names, dirty talk, water sex, anal teasing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, dry humping, nipple play, rough kissing, degradation, daddy kink, spit play, penetrative unprotected sex, praise kink, come shot, bad driving, love bites, oral sex (f receiving), jealousy, some unhealthy tactics, un beta-ed.

Author’s Note: This is my entry for my love's @wint3r-h3art writing challenge, my prompt was Jealous/Possessive with Marc Spector! My baby congratulations on everything, I love you and I am more than fucking happy for getting to know you and being your friend, mwah! Made this fic a little self-indulgent as a treat :)

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Marc Spector Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“It’s not what it was.” You say, your voice making a sound barely above a whisper and the next thing you hear is the loud bang of the door as he is leaving the hotel room. 

That’s when he lost saw him, your ex-boyfriend Marc Spector. Your face was swollen, you had been crying all day long and him leaving was the final straw. It didn’t take you more than twenty minutes to gather all of your things and pack them up. Before you knew it you were in an old cab being driven to the airport in Cairo. Finding a ticket wasn’t easy, all the flights were almost booked or way too expensive. Thankfully the cashier finds a relatively cheap to nearby Greece and without any more thinking you take it and board the plane. 

Then it was glimmer and no shine. You enjoyed your time there, you found a small apartment to live in close to a very cat-obsessed old lady who always left you a plate of food. A friend of a friend had helped you find a job and you were all settled. It had been six months since you had last seen him and you had made sure to go no contact, just a single text that you were alive and on your way back home and then you blocked his number.

Now everything was different, home addresses, phone numbers, social media profiles. Was it that important that he couldn’t find you at all? You honestly just preferred to spare yourself another heartbreak. Marc was unpredictable and very obsessive. Sometimes you honestly thought that he treated you like an object, other times you didn’t mind that at all. You pushed it all in the back of your head, trying never to think about him and his curly hair. 

It was a Monday afternoon, a little after 3 pm and you had just returned home from work. The heat was too much, the day was bright and the summer was in full of swing. You knew it was the perfect time to enjoy yourself at the beach. You return home for a quick shower, and a change of clothes, and after smothering yourself in sunscreen lotion, you take your bag and head to the bus station. It only takes about ten minutes for the bus to arrive and you try your best to squeeze yourself in.

After a relatively quiet ride, you make it to the beach, a short walk till you are settling at a nice spot in the sand and laying on top of your beach towel. You put on your sunglasses and place your hat over your head opting for some relaxation before getting inside the water. 

But you weren’t alone. 

It has been about two weeks since Marc had figured out where you were living, a piece of information he had acquired from a couple of guys you used to hang out with in Cairo. He was standing a little behind you, wearing a white t-shirt, rolled-up washed jeans, sunglasses, and a hat. 

“Fancy running to you here.” He clears his throat and proceeds to sink down sitting next to you on your towel. Bewildered you draw your eyebrows together, confused at the sound of his voice? Was that really Marc? How? How on earth had he found you and why? You draw your hat away from your face and look at him, a shiver running down your spine. 

“I deserve an explanation.” He says again looking at you confused just breathing slowly. “I didn’t leave that night to run away and hide, you knew I was coming back.” You shake your head and raise your body up, not knowing what to do. 

“Marc.” You say pronouncing his name clearly, never expecting to say it again. 

“That’s my name, glad you remember it.” 

“Why are you here?” 

“I would never let you go.” 

“But why now?”

“You know why.”

You swallow a lump in your throat, something about this declaration makes your insides burn with lust and desire for him. A feeling you thought was long buried. You don’t want to run away, you want to stay right there. The feelings came back in full swing and no matter how much you wanted them to stay buried, you wanted nothing more than to bury yourself inside his chest and thank him for finally finding you.

“You know your schedule is really basic. Work, beach, a trip to the grocery store, maybe a movie, exactly like you’ve always lived. The only thing left for me was to figure out where.” You shake your head and begin to get up from your towel. He is watching you following your movements and joins you as you begin to walk towards the beach, your arms crossed. You felt some kind of nausea now, and the sun was getting too much. You discard your hat and your sunglasses and Marc follows suit, taking off his shirt and pants, and looking at you. 

“I wasn’t hiding, I didn’t run away.” You repeat looking at him, getting distracted by his perfectly sculpted body. He nods his head reassuringly. 

“You just needed a break, understandable, no hard feelings.” There is something about his voice, the way he seems so calm, the way he is looking at you like he is ready to do everything for you. Just like he knew you needed time and space. He is placing his sunglasses in your bag and something about the familiarity of the scene has your heart skipping a beat. He is observing your movements, you know very well he is sharing your feelings. He wants so bad to crush his lips against yours but instead, he only looks at them so feverishly waiting for your instructions, your questions, anything. 

At first, he needed to make sure there wasn’t anyone else, and to his surprise there truly wasn’t, once that was dealt with he wanted to make sure you were alright, mentally and physically. Marc knew he could be too much, he only had a divorce on his name, he knew how possessive he could become, he knew that was why you needed to leave. He was possessive and obsessive and ever so jealous. Even if a guy accidentally laid eyes on you, he would hiss and overstep. Always keeping his grip on you. 

“No hard feelings.” He had said. He truly meant it. 

“Marc,” You take another deep breath and extend your arm to which he responds immediately, wrapping his fingers inside yours. He lets you lead him to the beach, walking on the small stones together, allowing the water to engulf you inch by inch until you let go of his hand and wrap your hands around his back, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Marc responds by utterly crushing his lips against yours, eliminating the distance between you, grateful that the beach is almost empty and away from curious eyes. There was nothing more to say, your bodies needed each other.

His hands are quick to touch your body pulling you closer and closer to you, freely gripping your ass knowing that the water is too deep, too blue for people to see you both. You didn’t mind, even if people watched and Marc knew that; he remembered that very well. The number of times he had fingered you right under your dresses was far too many to count. A finger begins to roam between your ass cheeks, he wanted to tease you, to play with you. And all you can do is moan openly inside his mouth, his kisses, his bites on your lips never stopping. He wanted to taste every drop of you but he needed to be careful. 

You are facing the faraway mountains, your back to the crowd, till Marc turns you so that he can stop playing with your asshole over the thin fabric of your swimsuit and instead touch his favorite things. Your breasts, god he had missed them so; he is teasing the nipples, circling them as they proudly look like they are ready to cut through fabric, hot summer sun reflecting on them, his erection stiff behind your back. He is moving you slightly gripping you by your breasts and having you feel his erection. 

“What if I fuck your ass right on this beach, huh? You’re so eager for someone who didn’t even wanna acknowledge me five minutes ago.” 

You whimper, he knew the teasings drove you crazy and your mind started shutting down after a while since all you craved was his touch and his cock. It has been such a long time since you last had him and you didn’t want anyone else, nobody could compare so your body was extra sensitive. You back your ass to him and moan audibly, just to feel him grow by your ear squeezing your breasts. 

“Get inside me, I don’t care where.” You breathe out and that’s all he ever needed to hear. With another growl, he turns you around and wraps your body close to his. No inch could be close enough. He is pulling your lips again, kissing so hungrily, while his hands begin to come to your front, rubbing your pussy over your thin bikini. 

“Whore.” He chuckles against the kiss and then quickly pulls his cock from his trunks. He lets it sit like that between your stomachs and you are glancing down from his lips to look at it. God, you have missed him, you have missed it when he split you open and had your way with you. That is why you left as you did. If you had stayed he would just have fucked you right back to consciousness. Your brain is all fuzzy and you would have forgotten anything and everything. 

“Touch it.” He commands, his lips hanging open and with trembling hands you touch the tip, making him hiss. It was the first time you did anything like that in the water, you didn’t know about him and you didn’t need to know. Your one hand wraps around his length and you forget how heavy he feels, how big he is, even in the ocean and you drew your eyebrows together ready to plead. You needed this, you had missed it, there isn’t much else to it. Conversations and open spaces are damned. 

“Please, fuck me, Marc, use me.” His eyes as if possible grow darker and he begins to move his hips against your hand. 

“A desperate cock slut.” He shakes his head slowly. “Is that what you are, baby?” 

Your pussy is clenching now and you squeeze his length on your palm. You couldn’t stand his dirty talk, the way he degraded you and humiliated you till he fucked you. He was cocky because he knew the kind of effect he had on you. And he was ready to milk it for all its worth. 

“Yes. I am your little cock slut, use me. Please, daddy.” There comes your favorite word, the one you had missed the most. It all comes so easily for you, to become a mess just for him to plead him just to have him. This is all he needed to hear and a smirk appears in the curls of his lips. 

“I like it when you call me daddy.” His voice is soft like velvet.

“Look me in the eyes and beg me.” He continues, harsh and rough per usual. 

You lift up your eyes to look at him and just as you do that, he lands a spit right onto your mouth. You whimper at the humiliation but with his expression staying strict, he pulls your bikini bottoms a little down and slips a finger inside your folds. The moan that escapes your lips since nobody else has touched you since makes you lose his cock from your grip. 

“Can’t even do two things at the same time. What a stupid slut.” He sounds angry and irritated with you and your incompetency and once he removes his finger, he crushes your lips again. He keeps your moan muffled when he enters you again with two curled fingers, preparing you for his thick cock. He twirls and twists them around, scissoring, shallowing each of your moans. You are thankful he can keep you quiet because you know the minute you will feel his cock, half the town will be able to hear you. 

“Keep fucking quiet, whore.” He warns you pulling from his lips and with the help of his hand, he lines up the cock to your entrance, pushing the tip inside. You are holding his biceps tight, biting down your lips to stop you from screaming and you are grateful for the water alleviating you for him. You feel stretched, you feel open, your pussy is already clenching for him and the way he is looking at you makes you even weaker. 

“Hey, hey, I got you. You can take it all. Daddy’s got you.” And with that sweet words, you ease yourself on him and let him push his cock inside you inch by inch, slowly and sensually. 

“So tight. My pretty girl keeps her pussy so tight for her daddy.” 

“Yes, daddy, just for you.” You plead and swallow hard. You know you won’t be able to feel him all the way inside you right now, so you can just hold on to him and wrap your legs around his waist, easing his path. He slowly begins to move his hips against your frame, never losing eye contact, reminding you to keep quiet. You won’t last long, you have no idea for him. But you oh so desperately wanna make it last forever. 

“You are doing so good for me, love. If you wanna cum, you can. I can help you.” Your pussy is clenching on his cock, wanting to devour it all. 

“Daddy, hold me.” You plead and Marc nods his head and that’s when your orgasm hits you and you let go, soaking his cock in your juices. Marc watches your face, your mouth hanging open, your muffled moans as you try to bite yourself not to scream, the way your face concentrates and he feels proud. Pride that he has found you again. 

“Good girl. Real good girl.” He smiles and he looks so pretty under the sun. 

“Just hold on to daddy because daddy is next, alright?” You nod your head.

“Use me, daddy.” And so he does, he moves his hips fast, water splashing next to you and if someone didn’t know what you were doing by then, they for sure know now. 

You can feel him, spasm his body, coming undone, his mouth hanging open, no sound escaping it. He freezes his whole body while you feel that certain warmth hitting your velvet walls, and you pray you can keep it inside you forever. 

“Such a good pussy.” He whispers, his eyes shut and you can feel a little less hard inside you. 

“Just for daddy.” 

“Good girl.”

You stay like this for a while, holding on to your arms feeling him, embracing him, you come closer wrapping your hands around his neck, and bury your face in his chest. You weren’t in the mood to make decisions right now or have serious conversations. You just needed to leave here soon enough to get fucked properly on a flat surface. Masterfully he pulls his cock from your pussy and tugs your bikini back. Does the same to himself with the softest touch. 

“Thank you.” You chuckle holding to him, your body feeling weak, the water ever so warm around you. 

“Looks like you need a proper swim.” He chuckles back looking at your ruined body. 

“And a second proper fuck.” His voice is ever so commanding that it makes your sensitive pussy clench once more. He doesn’t leave you much room to think though, he instead wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up leading you out of the water. Your wrap your hands around his neck, a satisfied smile on your face, your breath still heavy. You don’t know if his erection was still visible but there were some eyes on him once you reached the shore. He places you gently on top of the towel and helps your dry off with the second one on your bag, pressing it much longer in the places he liked the most. His eyes were always intense on you. You knew very well he didn’t have enough and he prayed for privacy. 

He was hungry. For you and only you. 

The dark-haired man helps you get dressed, and even wraps your hair for you. Then together you get up collecting your things and possessively he grabs your hand, sinks his fingers in yours, and holds you in the tightest grip you know. The pathway is narrow and not too far long. He leads you to his motorcycle, placing a second helmet that he oh so happened to have on your head carefully. 

“You are really full of yourself.” You chuckle shaking your head, knowing very well that will only make him cockier. 

“I can only hope and be prepared for my love.” Marc did love his big words, that was for sure. You didn’t have more time to process things, you watched him as he put on his helmet and beckoned you to sit in the front. Placing the bag between your legs, you feel him wrap his body around yours, pressing his arms on your sides to take control of the motorcycle. You could feel him, still hard-pressed behind your back and that’s why he wanted you to be in the front. He places his chin on top of your shoulder and revved the engine. The heat of the summer midday mixed with his intense erotism is enough to make your body sweaty once more. 

After a couple of minutes on the road, he lets one arm hook on your barely clothed breast squeezing it tight. You were always his, and he needed everyone to know. You place your own hands on the handles, letting him touch the other one as well. The scene made your legs tremble, you wanted everyone to know that you were not after all anything more than his. His plaything. 

A couple more minutes pass and he leads you to the hotel he has been staying in. About three minutes away from your place, not bad. You honestly thought he had found an apartment right in your complex. 

Marc then helps you off the bike, kissing your face when he takes off the helmet and the possessive grip on your hand returns. He leads you to the elevator where he spends the short ride staring at you intensely and shallowing. But once you reach for his door, he unlocks it with the electronic card and then pins you right behind the door, the bag falling off your hands. He bites and kissed your neck hungrily, loving knowing that now he could mark you up right whatever way he wanted. 

Then he has his way with you right behind the door, and then on the bed and then on the bathroom counter where he promises he will let you shower in peace. Only to have your legs around his shoulders eating you out pressed under the shower head. Finally, he lets you shower, going to sit on the bed by himself. Any minute you expect him to come through the door and pin you against the wall but no, he gives you ten minutes of freedom. Once you are done, you dry with a towel and choose to remain naked for him. Truly no need for clothes. 

“I’m done.” You proclaim in a singing voice before falling onto the bed next to him. 

“You’re mine.” He says authoritative tightening his grip on you. 

“All yours.” You respond and look at him.

“No more games. No more running away.” His response is stern, a very cold expression on his face. That was the Marc you knew. But it was time you set your own boundaries, in order to move forward. 

“No more lies.”

“No more tears.”

“No more hiding things.” 

You nod your head, a small tear forming in the corner of your eye. 

“No more jealousy.” You plead, looking at him, and push your lips together in protest. 

“Is hard to make promises I won’t keep.” 

“Promise me.” You whisper. “Please. If you believe that our love is holy and worthy.” 

Marc scrunches his nose and all he does is kiss the temple of your head repeatedly. It was hard to change, it was harder to stay if he didn’t change his ways. 

Maybe this winter will treat you kindly. 

Maybe next summer would find you in Cyprus. 

Maybe two weeks from now you would be packing your things and leaving once again. 

It was all up to Marc, evidently. 

For now, you curled up to his hairy chest, wrapping your legs on his back, and shut your eyes. Marc hums you a soft melody till you fall asleep. You felt safety and warmth and just a tiny bit of fear for the future. Marc sighs and spends his time watching you sleep inside his embrace breathing in and out, he doesn’t want to lose you. 

He is going to learn to become a better man. 

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Prompt 1 || Marc Spector and Y/N engaging in exhibitionist sex, getting turned on from the shocked (or lustful) gazes of the crowd as they consummate their love in front of a live audience. — Requested by anon

Prompt 2 || Y/N to Marc: I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to break me. — Requested by anon

Pairing || Marc Spector x Female!Reader

Word Count || Less than 700

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, mention of alcohol and drugs, explicit content/language, pet names, exhibition kink, unprotected vaginal sex, degradation, choking, mention of bodily fluids.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

The club you and Marc were visiting tonight felt electric, everyone feeding off each other’s dancing and intoxicating state, either from the alcohol or other substances.

The alcohol in both your systems made you that more touchy with each other as you had found a seating area with a curved couch and a small round table.

The short dress you wore gave Marc easy access to your bare thighs as you made out. He feels up your thigh, inching closer to your most intimate area. In no time, he starts rubbing over your damp underwear, stimulating your clit how you love it. You moan against his tongue at his expert moves.

You palm his growing cock through his pants—needing it hard and perfect for you to sit on. You didn’t care at all that you were in a semi-public place. The alcohol and atmosphere of the club makes you not think about anything other than Marc’s touches. Luckily, the darkness of the club created a cover of somewhat privacy so that you weren’t recognisable.

A few people had started to notice the action and watched you both closely, shocked and slightly turned on as you and Marc explored each other. You caught them staring and felt a surge of confidence at their lustful glances.

You unzipped his pants to get his cock out and climbed on top of him.

“Are you sure you want to do this here?”

You saw the fire in his eyes—needing and wanting to take you right here and now, but still wanting to be respectful and ask.

You grabbed his chin between your fingers and looked him right in his lust-filled eyes.

“I need you right fucking now, Marc. I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I want you to break me.”

In a swift movement, you pulled your panties to the side and lined him up with your entrance. There was no hesitation in your actions as you sat down on him.

Marc emitted a loud moan as he was situated entirely in you. The loud thumping of the music drowned out his cries. You braced yourself on his shoulders and started to move up and down on his cock. Marc’s harsh grasp on your hips aids your movements. One of his hands grabbed your neck hard—fulfilling your wishes of wanting him to be rough.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He squeezed harder, making it hard for you to breathe and form words.

“Y-yes.”

“Turn around.”

He let go so you could turn around and sit on his cock—having your eyes now averted to the people watching you.

You went slow at first, but he slammed you down on him repeatedly, thrusting hard into you, making you cry out each time he filled you up.

One of his hands went around your waist to keep you close to him, and the other found its rightful place around your neck again. You were overwhelmed with pleasure as he took you for everyone to see.

“You’re such a fucking whore for enjoying this. Enjoying strangers watching how you fall apart on my cock. Are you gonna show them how you come, sugar?”

It didn’t take much more for you to come around his cock, convulsing on top of him, your cries drowned out by the loud music thumping from the speakers. Your pulsating walls enticed Marc, and he came as quickly as you did—moaning your sweet name.

After working through your orgasms, you both stilled. You leaned on him while he was still situated inside you. After calming down for a moment and were both starting to sober up, you realised what you had done and started laughing—people still watching the two of you.

“Oh no, how do we get out of this situation, Marc?” you questioned in between laughs.

“We better be fast!”

You got your “situation” sorted as best as you could, considering the circumstances, and bolted out of the club while giggling like children.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Chai Kisses (Steven Grant x desi!reader)

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist

Summary: Sometimes creating stories is easier when you find your other half

Word count: 2 k

Stories have always calmed you. Old stories, new stories, books that smelled of dust, memories and thoughts of people who have passed have always shown mercy to you. When they surrounded you, you felt small and protected in the most liberating sense, almost as if you could get lost in the books as if you were another one of the stories.

The library was a place that you had long since convinced yourself was your version of a safe haven. Everything was silent here, in your own little quiet corner, a place where you can rest your mind and soul from the inhabitants of the outside world.

You’ve always thought of creating your own stories, maybe bringing them forth through your own thoughts or even just creating tales of endless adventures with someone who would cherish you as much as you cherished them.

Then, by a merciful twist of fate, you clashed live paths with him.

The first time you met him, he had dropped a bunch of books in front of you and was blushing profusely as he struggled to collect them into his arms, muttering incoherently to himself.

You had felt bad that he was struggling so you silently started collecting the fallen books in your arms. When you attempted to stand, your forehead knocked into the man’s forehead and the both of you fell back to the ground with a thud.

“Oh dear me. I’m so sorry, I’m dreadfully sorry.” The man apologized as he scrambled up to his feet. He gently grabbed ahold of your arm and pulled you to your feet, hand automatically brushing away your fringe to examine your forehead.

The man before you looked as if he had stepped right out of one of your story books. He had the thoughtful academic look on his face, muddled with hints of confusion. His deep set brown eyes were lined with dark circles and his reading glasses hung haphazardly from his shirt pocket.

He smelled of leather, chocolate and old books and as he was observing your forehead, you were resisting the urge to slump against his chest to continue breathing him in. Instead, you softly grabbed his wrist and smiled reassuringly at him, whispering that you were alright.

“I’m still terribly sorry for that, uh,”

“I’m Y/N,” you said, holding your hand out for a shake.

“Steven, umm, Grant, with a V, the Steven part has a V, I mean.” He stuttered as he took your hand and shook it.

You bumped into him several other times and eventually he was there on a regular basis. It was nothing at first, just little hi’s and byes but then one day you decided to invite him to sit with you, in your quiet corner. He, of course, the forever sweetheart that he is, didn't want to intrude on your little space, until you insisted that you’d like the company and after a few consistent invites, it soon became a regular thing.

You realize that there was a miniscule problem with this little arrangement that you had insisted upon. You started becoming addicted to his presence alone and it consumed your very being, leaving you drunk almost every time.

He was very focused on his own work and didn't notice your sudden change in behavior. Instead of doing your own thing, which usually was completing assignments or curling up on the chair with a new book, you would peek over the pages of the book and watch Steven instead.

He would often have a bunch of loose paper around him and he would scribble down little notes of what he was reading. The sound of his little scribbles always perked up your ears, the sound of his writing scratching an itch you never knew you had. You spent most of your time watching his fingers skim the pages as he muttered softly to himself while reading the passages. His reading glasses would often slip down his nose and every once in a while he would push them up with his index finger.

On a normal day, you would be quick to react if Steven caught you staring at him, but during one particularly cozy, sleepy day, your reflexes failed you and you froze as Steven’s eyes met yours. You were unsure of how to react to the little gesture but Steven beat you to it.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, slightly embarrassed and perplexed.

You couldn’t get the words to leave your voicebox so instead you opted to shake your head and buried your burning face back to your book, your eyes skimming the pages again and again, the words not registering to your confunded mind.

“Is everything alright, darling?” Steven asked, reading the emotions that were emitting from your being like one of his books on Egyptology.

He always seemed to realize when someone was in danger, upset or confused, it was like a little superpower that he wielded without realizing intently. He was so natural at it that it would scare you because he might be able to uncover your true feelings at any given moment.

His unconscious usage of endearing words melted you into a little puddle of sad goo. It always catches you off guard despite the fact he always manages to use it in every single sentence that he utters to you. At times, you wished that he was doing it on purpose.

“Yeah, yeah, all good. Just zoning out a little.” You had managed to say, giving him a small reassuring smile.

As the weeks slowly went by, you and Steven grew close. You find out that he actually lives about two minutes away from you and he would often visit you, lending you books from his personal collection and bringing you little tidbits. Once he had found out that you lived close by, he would always make it a point to walk you home especially on the days where you would stay late to feverishly complete your assignments.

Steven’s favorite chocolates were Galaxy chocolate bars in all the variety of flavors. You would often buy and keep some in your bag to give to him whenever he was around you. You would spend hours figuring out stuff to write on sticky notes that you would wrap around the chocolate bar. It started off as little smiley faces and then progressed to silly little dad jokes that Steven would appreciatively chuckle at. Years later, you found out that Steven had cherished and saved every single one of those little notes and kept them in a glass container next to his bed.

Your favorite memory of Steven had occurred during one of London’s coldest winters. Steven Grant during winter was probably one of the most beautiful creatures you had ever set your eyes on. He always had a light dusting of a blush on his high cheekbones and tip of his nose and would bundle himself up with soft, fluffy oversized sweaters.

During this time, Steven had shown up to the library with a little flask from home. You had assumed he brought some coffee with him, but instead he set it in front of you and nudged you to open it.

“I tried my best, followed the instructions as best as I could.” He said shyly, fidgeting with his sweater sleeve that had covered half of his hand, as you slowly opened the warm flask, the steam blinding you as the beautiful aromatic smell of masala chai wrapped its loving arms around you.

You immediately had started tearing up, the horrible feeling of homesickness that had been harboring since Deepavali crashed down around you like a landslide during the monsoon season.

“Oh dear, darling, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” Steven quickly said as you carefully set the little flask aside and throw your arms around Steven’s midriff, pulling him close and sobbing into his chest. That was the first time you had ever stepped out of your comfort zone to hug someone without hesitation.

Steven held you close and cradled you while stroking your hair, whispering soothing sentences that only made you cry harder. Eventually the pain had subsided and your sobbing reduced, replaced with tiny hiccups.

“Sorry Steven.” You muttered, using your shawl to rub at the wet patch that you had created on his gray sweater.

“Oh shush, it's nothing, it’ll dry up in no time.” Steven laughed melodiously.

The chai that Steven had made was almost (ALMOST) comparable to the chai that your ammamah used to make and you had felt the urge to cry again as you slowly sipped the chai under Steven’s apprehensive gaze.

“I loved it, Steven, it means so much to me.” You said, taking his cold hands in your warm ones, “The flavors are on point and the chai is delicious.”

A beautiful smile lit his face up and he rubbed small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. Suddenly, the smile faltered a little bit and he hung his head slightly.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper and edge closer to him.

“Um, nothing, don’t need to worry about it.” He mumbled, avoiding your eyes.

You took a silent deep breath, said a tiny prayer and reached out to touch his face. He let out a shaky breath and leaned into your hand and met your eyes. You almost couldn’t take another breath in with those beautiful eyes boring into your own but you tried offering him a smile instead.

“Come on, tell me.” You said, caressing the very light stubble on his jaw, feeling his warm skin on your fingertips.

He shook his head and closed his eyes, disappointment flooding around you with the loss of eye contact. Nevertheless, you continued to caress his face and your other hand found a place on his thigh as you leaned in closer.

His eyes fluttered open again with the feeling of your hand on his thigh and it was filled with a drowsy emotion that you had never seen in a person.

“I really wanna kiss you right now, Y/N.” Steven whispered and your eyes widened at the admission, but they softened, realizing that he had just voiced out your thoughts.

“Me too, Steven.” you managed to whisper as he closed the gap between the two of you.

Steven Grant had kissed you as if it was his last kiss on this planet. It was passionate and filled with pent up emotions that you could not explain. He wrapped you in a strong embrace and held you close, as his soft pillowy lips worked their magic.

You reciprocated as best as you could but you just wanted to dissolve and disappear with the intensity of his kiss. His kiss felt like a weighted blanket, safe and reassuring on a sad cold day plus, he tasted of Christmas, peppermint candy canes and chocolate.

The both of you were gasping for air when Steven finally broke the kiss. You giggled and pressed your forehead to his.

“Steven?” you said after a bout of silence.

“Yes darling?”

“Could you, maybe, just hold me?” You shyly asked.

“Of course.”

Steven had pulled you with ease onto his lap and you wrapped your big kashmir shawl around the both of you. He leaned back and you settled your head on his chest, right above his heart as he placed a long lingering kiss on your hairline.

Hours later, you had woken up to soft snores and you didn’t have the heart to wake the sleeping angel, instead opting to watch him sleep, counting the steady beat of his heart.

Now, tears pool in your eyes as you watch your husband, who was wrapped up in the same kashmir shawl snoring softly, holding your newborn daughter the same way he held you years ago.

You realized that the stories that you and Steven had created didn’t need to be written down into a hardcover book and sold on the shelves of overpriced bookstores. The proof of your love for him and the memories created with him lay in the little bundle of joy that was clutched in his arms and that alone was enough to satisfy that quaint little need.

With Steven, you had realized that a story had no definitive starting or ending but only loops and turns that you and him could control. If a happily ever after ever existed, then this was it and you were quite certain that Steven with a V had given you the world without even trying.

Translations: Chai: Tea Ammamah: Grandmother

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Welcome Home

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Category: One-shot

Summary: You come home to find Marc has returned from a month-long mission. 

Warning: Intense kissing 

     You had just walked into your apartment and closed the door when you heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen. “Hey, baby, I’m back.” 

     You jumped. “Marc?!” Your bag fell to your feet as you went to him. 

     “In here.” Marc turned from where he was cutting mangoes at the kitchen counter. “Thought I’d make you dinner.” 

     “Marc!” You ran and jumped into his arms, barely giving him time to set the knife down before you were kissing him deeply. 

     “Baby,” he murmured, making a pleased sound as you slid your tongue into his mouth. “Honey, slow down.” 

     You whimpered in response. It had been so long since you had seen him. You were starting to wonder if he had been captured or worse. But now, as his hands slid under your thighs to place you on the kitchen island, you kicked yourself for ever having doubts. Marc was safe. He would always come back to you. 

     When you broke for air Marc slid his hands up to cradle your face. “Are you okay?” He asked, thumbs brushing your cheeks. 

     “Yeah,” you held onto his wrists and leaned your forehead against yours. “I missed you.” 

     Marc gave a breathless laugh. “I can tell.” 

     You gave an embarrassed smile. Marc grinned into the kiss, returning your desperate passion with equal force. You closed your eyes and carded your fingers through his hair, eager to become utterly lost in the warm safety that was Marc Spector. It was always so hard when he left. 

But it made the times you two were together all the more sweet. 

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 2: Mommy Kink - Steven Grant

Kinktober Day 2: Mommy Kink - Steven Grant x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, sub!steven, mommy kink, riding, creampie , no use of y/n

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“Do you like that, Steven?” you asked softly, keeping your eyes closely on him whilst licking the underside of his cock that was being held up by your hand.

Steven’s face was flushed, face contorted in pure ecstasy as he stared down at your from where he lay in the middle of the bed, both hands tightly gripping onto the bed sheets below. You’d explained on multiple occasions that he could hold you during these intimate moments but he still held back quite a lot, scared he would do the wrong thing, even though you had both been dating for a few months and you knew for sure there was nothing that he could do to offend you.

This is why you also liked to ask every few minutes if what you were doing was ok and not too overwhelming for him, and it was also good to communicate during sex anyway and Steven always appreciated it.

Steven’s only response to your question was a pleasured grunt and nod of the head that had you smiling, kissing the tip of his leaking cock before opening your mouth and taking him to the back of the throat, feeling satisfied at seeing his head fall back into the pillows and a loud groan coming from his lips.

You absolutely loved seeing him like this, so utterly vulnerable to you but also completely smitten and trustworthy. Steven had always been the submissive one, which you enjoyed considering his alters Jake and Marc were most definitely dominants.

With your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you were able to move in tandem with your mouth, sucking and hollowing your cheeks whilst simultaneously gripping and moving your hand up and down, making sure he was fully pleasured.

As you took him as far as you could, more than half of his cock now sliding down your throat, your spare hand was able to reach in between his legs to gently massage his balls that tightened with the touch.

Steven gasped loudly, hands flying into the air looking as if he wanted to touch you but still, not doing so, but it was his next words that had you halting all movements.

“That feels so good…so so good mommy, please don’t stop”.

Well, this was new and also had your pussy clenching around nothing at just the mention of the single word that he had never uttered before. Steven seemed to freeze as well, realising what he had let slip. Pulling his cock out of your mouth, you looked up at him once more, your breath warm against his cock as you asked, “repeat that for me, Steven”.

“I uh- I” he stuttered, not sure what to say or where to look as his arms returned back to his sides on the bed. Sensing his discomfort you tried to soothe him.

“Shh it’s ok”, you spoke gently, leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin on the trimmed hair mound above his cock before continuing. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m sure you’re more than aware that I called Marc and Jake, daddy.”

Steven still didn’t say anything and didn’t seem all that convinced by your words so you began tossing your hand against his cock again slowly, watching his breathing hitch as he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Do you want me to take care of you Steven?” you asked innocently, kissing up the length of his cock. “Do you want mommy to take care of you?”

Simply just mentioned the word has his cock hardening and twitching, his beautiful brown eyes almost darkening as his mouth started to hang open in pleasure.

“Talk to me honey, do you want mommy to make you cum?” his cock once again twitched the word and finally, Steven gasped the word, “yes!”

Smiling encouragingly up at him, you sucked on his tip, as if rewarding him for opening up and not hiding how he felt. Removing your mouth once more you asked, “what do you want me to do my love? Talk to me, Steven.”

Steven’s eyes followed your every move like if he even blinked you might possibly disappear so his next words came out with a hint of desperation. “I want you… please”.

He was always so polite, it just made your heart melt. “How do you want mommy?”

“I…I want you to ride me please… mommy”. You almost didn’t catch the last word he whispered so quietly but you smiled broadly nonetheless, again kissing his cock in reward before climbing up the bed, and straddling his lap. Steven moved too, sitting up so that he could wrap his muscular arms around your waist.

Your own arms wrapped around him as well, curling around his neck so that your fingers could slide through his slightly damp hair, resting your sweat-covered forehead against his, smiling softly at him as he breathed you in. Without another word, you raised onto your knees, shifting your hips until his cock was nudging against your entrance and as slowly as you could, savouring every groan and harsh breath, you sank down on him, gasping at the sensation before kissing him sensationally.

His noises were like music to your ears as you steadily lifted your hips, rolling them up and down against his length, feeling his tip brushing deep into your core.

“Is this what you want Steven?” He moaned loudly, and this was the only response that you were expecting but he once again whispered almost so lowly that you couldn’t catch it, but you did as he said, “yes mommy, you feel so good”.

You loved that he was finally relaxing with each second that passed, his hands holding you close, touching the bare skin of your back as you chased Steven’s pleasure riding his cock.

With each movement, your chest brushed against his, nipples peaked from arousal and stimulation of his chest. Intently watching Steven, you noticed the way that his breathing had picked up its pace, the fact that his hands were clenching and unclenching against your back and that his eyebrows had knitted together, - he was close to cumming.

Smiling broadly at the man you loved and kissing him tenderly, thumb brushing against his cheek, you continued to fuck yourself on him.

“You’re doing so well Steven, you’re making me feel so good with your beautiful cock”.

“Yeah?” he asked looking glazed over almost, determined to make you feel good as his head dipped so that he could suck one of your nipples into his mouth, the sensation sending a pulse straight through between your legs, your own head now falling back as you cradled his head to your chest.

“Ah that's it, you’re making mommy feel so good” you praised.

Steven released your nipple hearing you say that special word one more time and he couldn’t hold back anymore as he grunted heavily, body shuddering as your cunt started to gush his hot seed, dripping down into his lap.

You held him close, whispering that he did so well, he was so good, well done, all trying to help him through his orgasm, feeling giddy on the inside however that you had finally found the kink that could easily pull him over the edge.

As Steven’s shoulders sagged, you began playing with his short hair, kissing along his forehead as he sat back slightly, looking ashamed so you were quick to cup his cheeks, lifting his face higher so you could kiss his lips.

“hey, it's ok Steven”.

“But it’s not ok, is it love? You didn’t even-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, ashamed that you hadn’t cum before he did, something that he always made sure to do. You could feel his skin heating up with his embarrassment.

“Steven, I promise you that I really don’t care. I’m just glad you’ve been open with me about what sort of thing you’re into, there’s nothing to be ashamed about my love”.

He seemed to be settled by your words, his shoulders noticeably dropping as he found the courage to look you in the eyes and say: “well then, let me make you feel good mommy”.

And with that, gently pushed you back onto the bed, legs now spread, his eyes settled on your cum-leaking cunt, a smirk resting on your lips as you knew you were in for a fun night.

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