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She’s just a baaaabyyyy

Burn

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams

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Summary: How Ellie got that scar. Just my thoughts of the moment Ellie mutilated her arm to cover up her bite mark.

Content and Warnings: Self-mutilation but not for mental health reasons. Protective Joel, Dad Joel, Joel needs a hug.

A/N this isn't going to be for everyone, it's not a reader fic, but I couldn't get this scene out of my head. Does not show Ellie burning her arm, but it does show her in extreme pain.

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It wasn't supposed to happen in Jackson. Not yet anyway. Ellie was 15 and had 3 years before she would take up patrol shifts, so in Jackson, she would be safe, right? Joel would be around, he'd protect her. Even out in the feilds where he was now, Joel knew no one would mess with her, not with his reputation. There was the fact he was Tommy's brother, yeah, the town leader's brother in law... but Maria didn't show favoritism, and if she did... well, Joel wasn't a favorite. Still, the town didn't need to know that, and Joel proclivity towards violence to defend his kin had reached the popular gossip. Yeah, no man would dare lay a hand on his kid.

Not that she couldn't handle herself, of course. She'd told him what she'd done to that bastard in the winter... but she shouldn't have to. That was the point of him. Joel was supposed to be there so she didn't have to. He failed her with David, and now as he road on the back on Tommy's horse, he felt like he failed her again.

When Tommy road up to where Joel was working in a field, flying like a bat out of hell, Joel knew something was wrong.

"Ellie's hurt-"

"What the hell happened! Who-"

"Joel! Get on and I'll explain on the way."

It had been an accident, Tommy said. No one was in the auto building where Ellie was learning to fix up a tractor when another worker heard a crash and she started screaming. Battery acid.

Joel had a thousand questions, mostly why she was left alone. Tommy answered that with the fact in Texas, Joel has been operating a chainsaw since he was 13. In hard times, teenagers have to take on responsibilities.

"Where was she burned?"

"I don't know, Joel."

"There's a big different between her whole face and a splash on her leg Tommy!"

"I don't know! I didn't stick around to get a diagnosis, someone needed to get you and if it was anyone else you'd rip his fucking head off right now so will you just fucking relax!" As they road up to the clinic, Joel practically jumped off the horse, Tommy calling after him to not hurt anyone.

When he burst into the clinic, he felt the flashbacks start, the sheer panic like that day in the hospital again, like if he even wasted a second, he'd be too late. The nurse seemed to be prepared, holding a door open and ushering him down a hall. "All the way down on your left."

But as he entered the hall anyway, he heard her screaming.

"ELLIE!"

When he saw her alive and awake, it was almost a relief. He wasn't relieving the hospital, they hadn't touched her at all. He brain wasn't cut out of her head. She was alive.

"Joel! Shit! It fucking hurts!" She cried out, writhing in the-

"WHY THE HELL IS SHE RESTRAINED!" Joel screamed at the doctor.

He answered, looking scared. "She kept trying to claw at the burn."

Ellie shouted that it was burning, and Joel turned to see where the burn was... on her forearm... and she was wearing a short sleeve... Elli couldn't wear short sleeves because her bite mark was on her- fuck.

"Did you give her anesthesia?!"

The doctor hesitated, and Joel heard Tommy shout from down the hall, but he ignored him. "Mr. Miller, there's a limited amount of anesthesia, we can't give it for minor injuries-"

Before he knew what was happening, Joel fisted his hand up in the doctors shirt and thust him against the wall. "SHE HAS BATTERY ACID ON HER ARM!"

"WE CLEANED IT!"

It was Tommy to pull Joel off.

A loud back and forth ensued, the doctor trying to explain that anesthesia was strictly for surgery, while Joel, trying to undo Ellie's restaints, screamed at him that she's just a kid. Tommy tried to mediate, but he had his own frustration. He'd grown rather attached to Ellie in the months since they returned. Sarah's death hit him hard too, and he was beginning to see Ellie as a niece... with the birth of his son, Joel's fatherly pleas that she was just a kid rang true in his ears.

"Just give her a little topical to get her through this so she doesn't go into shock, okay?"

"But-"

"I'll take your daughter off overnight patrols for a few months, okay?" Overnight was more dangerous.

The doctor hesitated but agreed. "Just once. Just to get her past the hard part."

The doctor left after administering anesthesia and promising not to tell Maria. Tommy hung by as it kicked in, Joel and his holding either hand as she kicked and thrashed and cried. Ellie tried so hard to grit and bear it, but every now and then a string of expletives fell out her mouth.

"It's okay, babygirl, s'alright. I'm here, Ima take care of you, kay?"

Tommy's eyes flicked up to Joel, and when his bother got his gaze, Tommy nodded down to where the battery acid burned away at Ellie's skin. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question. 'that her bite mark?'

Joel nodded, the went right back to holding Ellie's hand in one of his while the free hand caressed her face. "Gonna be alright, Ellie, you're doing real well, 'm so proud of yuh, being real brave."

Normally, Ellie hated anyone babying her, but in rare moments, moments like these, she found comfort is just being able to be a kid who needed her dad.

After the doctor checked on her to make sure she hadn't gone into shock, Tommy left with Joel sitting by a sleeping Ellie's side, holding the hand of her burned arm. He knew what she'd done. Every know and then, she'd whimper in her sleep.

Ellie woke up, disoriented and in pain... but when she gasped and looked to her side, she saw Joel. If Joel was there, she was okay. Slowly, Ellie took in her surroundings, and connected the dots of what had happened. Joel was going to fucking kill her.

"Better start explain' yerself" Joel mumbled, eyes still closed. Alert ass mother fucker.

"Jesus, do you ever fucking sleep."

He opened his eyes. "Do you ever think before you act?"

Ellie yanked her hand out from where Joel stole held her. "Well what was your grand plan! I can't wear long sleeves forever! It gets hot as balls in the summer, Tommy told last year it was like, 110!"

Fucking Tommy always running his mouth. "You should have talked to me!"

She scoffed. "Please, you never would have let me-"

"Of course I wouldn't!" Joel shouted. "Battery acid on your am, are you insane? Jesus, Ellie!"

"Oh yeah, here you go, acting all dramatic-" She tried to get up off the bed but Joel grabbed her hand.

"I'm trying to protect you-"

"Dad! Stop!"

They both in their tracks. There was no back tracking what she just called him. Ellie broke the silence.

"Shit, Joel, I'm sorry-"

"Please don't be." He was quick to reassure, Joel's voice soft and quiet. "I- I don't mind that."

"I'm not trying to... replace Sarah, or snything-"

"Your not." A pause. Joel sighed, letting got of her hand. "Sarah will... always just be Sarah. She'll always be 13, or 12, or 5... she'll never be here in Jackson but... you are. You're here and... you make my days better, you make me smile when I'm cranky-"

"What is a lot"

Asmall smile quipped at his lips. "-which is a lot, but you do, you make me smile and... you make me proud. You ain't replace'n her or noth'n, Ellie. You're someth'n new, someth'n special all your own. You are both... different from each other, but I love you both, as my daughters, all the same and..." Joel swallowed hard. "And if you see me as your dad well, then, I hope I can make you proud too."

Ellie was hugging him before he had a chance to think, and instinctively he wrapped his arms tightly around his daughter. She was okay. She was hurt, but she'd be okay. The burn with heal, and so will she. He didn't fail her. Ellie would live a good life, a happy life. He'd give her everything he couldn't give Sarah.

"I love you, baby girl"

"I love you, dad."

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Ellie calls Joel dad <3 might be a lil too sappy for our two emotionally constipated besties but what's a little OOC between friends.

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Moon knight Reblog-a-thon

Technically two days after 2022, but I’ll make an exception!!

sweet sweet Steven ❤️💕❤️💕

How Unexpected - Part 1

Steven Grant X f!Reader

First ever Moon Knight/Steven Grant fic so please be gentle 😳. It was inspired by an ask and response by @dameronscopilot. My brain just went wild with this one and I couldn't help myself. Thanks for giving me permission to take it away. I'm newly madly in love with Steven my baby 💕

Summary: You are on your second date with Steven and things went so well that you suggested going back to his place after dinner. Things are normal until you notice that he has an ankle chain attached to the post at the foot of his bed.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, steven's ankle chain plays a lead role, oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 2.2k

“Bugger.”

The man in front of you had been fumbling with his keys for a while now. You were patient, you thought he was cute, and he was one of the nicest men you’d ever been on a date with. When he finally got the lock to open he turned to you with an accomplished look on his face.

“Sorry about that.” He chuckled. “Alright, in we go.”

He walked ahead of you and placed his keys on the counter. You’d never had anyone take your coat for you when you took it off but he did. He really was such a gentleman. After putting both of your coats on the kitchen chair he rubbed his hands together nervously. He stuck his hand out to the small couch.

“Want to watch a movie or somethin?” He asked you sheepishly.

“Yeah that’d be great Steven.” You said. “Oh but first, where’s the toilet?”

“Oh, yeah right, it’s right over there.” He said, pointing toward the bed. “To the left there.”

“Thanks.” You said, walking to the direction he pointed.

You took notice of the cute place. He had lots of books, which wasn’t all that surprising for someone who worked at a museum. You saw the huge fish tank for a single goldfish, and that made you smirk. Your bladder was demanding you stop taking inventory and go to the bathroom so you did. While you were in there you fixed your hair and makeup before stepping back out into the flat.

You were about to go right over to the couch with Steven, but something caught your eye that you hadn’t noticed before. At the foot of Steven’s bed you saw a wooden post, and attached to it was a cable with a cuff on the end. You were puzzled for a second before you realized that he must have some kind of kink. Normally that’s something that should freak someone out, but it intrigued you. The idea that someone so outwardly shy and flustered had a weird closeted fetish was exciting to say the least. You looked over at the couch only to see him looking back at you, face flushed.

“Um…I can explain.” He said, getting up and walking over to you. You saw him wipe his hands on his pants, you assumed from sweaty palms. “That’s um…well you know uh…” he scratched the back of his head. You watched his face turn ten shades of red.

“Do you like tying people up?” You asked bluntly, thrilled by the idea of him strapping you down. “Or do you like to be tied up?” You bit your bottom lip.

His eyes got big at your suggestion. “Oh no I’m-heh-no nothin like that…um…” he ran a hand through his curly dark hair.

“Oh.” You said looking at the floor. “That’s too bad.”

He froze and looked at you. “Sorry wh-what?”

“I said that’s too bad. I thought shy little Steven might have a dark side.” You winked before walking over to the couch.

Steven would be dumbfounded. He had meant to hide the ankle restraint before bringing anyone over. Since he didn’t have company often, he had forgotten to hide it before you came up. He always worried that if someone saw it they would think he was a freak, but that’s not what it was for at all. He damned himself as he walked over to the couch. He had cleaned up the sand, thrown out the waste bin filled with tape, but he’d forgotten the damn ankle chain.

“Well, what are we watching?” You asked, choosing to forget about the weird apparatus by Steven’s bed. Whatever it was for, he was clearly embarrassed about it, so you decided to let it go.

He was so timid now that when he sat on the couch with you, and put a movie on the TV, he made sure to keep a healthy space between the two of you. This was the second date you went on with him. You remembered the first one, he brought you flowers and a box of chocolates in a heart shaped box and invited you to a nice restaurant. Tonight he’d brought you out for dinner and then you’d suggested coming back to his place to hang out for a bit.

At some point during the film, you looked over and Steven was gently tapping his foot against the floor. He was still anxious, and you wondered if it was because of your discovery. He looked over and caught your eye so you looked away quickly, hoping he didn’t notice.

He did notice though, he saw you look over at him and he couldn’t control the heat rising to his cheeks. He had tried to forget about it, but he kept thinking about you saying, I thought shy little Steven might have a dark side.

He had run through the scenario in his head a hundred times on what would happen if anyone ever saw that ankle restraint. Someone being into it was not even in the scope of possibility. The thoughts rushing through his head were filthy. The truth was, the idea of being stuck to the bed with you hovering over him was intoxicating to say the least. When he realized the tightness forming in his pants, he turned into a mess of anxiousness.

“I-erm…” He breathed heavily. You were such an amazing woman and he didn’t want to mess this up by getting a hard on the first time he brought you to his flat. “I’ve got to run to the toilet.”

You noticed it already though, the reason he felt he needed to run to the toilet. The growth forming in his pants could be seen plain as day. You stared at it, and then trailed your eyes up to his. He gulped and then covered himself with his hands.

“I’m s-so sorry I don’t-” He stuttered. You stood up quickly. “Oh, what are you-”

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and made him kiss you. Something about this blubbering nervous man had you more aroused than ever. He was rigid against your lips at first before he finally softened and leaned into it.

“Oh wow.” Steven breathed with a smile as you stepped back and looked at him. “That was…you are…”

“Steven.” You said.

His eyes were hooded with arousal.

“What?” He asked deeply.

“I’m going to ask you one more time. Is the ankle chain for you, or is it for me?” You asked.

He exhaled all the air from his body. He pressed a hand to his chest feeling his heart beating like a drum. You were so forward, he didn’t even know how to answer you. He looked back at the bed with a grin before he looked back at you.

“I think I’d like to, erm, see what you can do…yeah.” He finally said.

You cupped his face in your hands and melted your mouth into his. He was a surprisingly good kisser for someone who acted so timid. His hands had started on your hips but slowly were rising up your back to pull you in tightly. You started moving him backward until you met with the resistance of his bed, and his frame collapsed underneath you, separating your lips from his.

When he fell back on the bed and saw you standing there he couldn’t stand the feeling of his thick cock pressing against his pants desperately. He wanted so badly to pull it out, but he still wasn’t convinced that this was really happening. He didn’t need to worry any longer though. His eyes grew when you climbed over him, pulling his shirt up over his head and pulling it off.

“You’re so beautiful…really.” He said, pulling you down to kiss you once again.

Your breath caught in your chest. His lips felt like velvet against your skin as he moved to kiss your jaw. He gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your head and quickly latched his hands onto your breasts. You reached to your back and released them from your bra, they dropped heavily on your chest. Hungrily, Steven leaned up to attach his mouth to your left nipple.

“Fuck, Steven.” You moaned into the flat.

“I want you to put the chain on me.” He breathed through his teeth latched onto your peaked breast. “Please.”

You looked down at him. His face was desperate with arousal, eyes dark and full of desire. He was like a different person this way, more confident and full of need. You gently pushed him back to his pillow before trailing kisses down his chest, and to his abdomen. You unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and pulled them down.

While he watched you, undressing him, he realized a new concern that he may lose himself far too soon. Just watching you, topless with your round breasts while you looked at him as if he were a meal to be devoured was enough to make his cock weep a wet spot onto his boxer-briefs. You pulled at the waist of his underpants, pulling them down over his ankles along with his socks as well. He relished in the sight of you biting your lip.

“You’re so thick.” You commented, excited by the sight of Steven’s cock.

You had almost forgotten that you were supposed to strap him in. So much of you wanted to forget the whole thing and just devour him. You grabbed the cuff of the restraint and strapped it securely around his right ankle. You pulled on it to make sure it was secure. That man wasn’t going anywhere unless you allowed it. He gripped the sheets, ready for you to do whatever you would.

After removing your own pants, you climbed back onto the bed. Your fingertips teased his abdomen above his navel, before trailing down the hair below, and latching around his thick and throbbing girth. He whined instantly, desperate for friction. Sweet little steven squirming under your touch was forcing your own heat to rise into your core.

When you lowered your mouth over his cock he squeezed the mattress tightly and bucked upward. You gagged, and his eyes rolled back. In his mind, the ankle restraint was for one thing, and one thing only, and now he regretted not using it for things like this sooner. As he shifted under your slurping chokes, he was reminded that he was restrained and that added to the waves that surged through his body.

You could feel him pushing against you, unable to keep himself still. The whines and whimpers coming from his lips and the fluttering of his dark lashes let you know that you were hitting the spot. The sound of the chain was delicious, knowing that he was at your command. You could tell that he liked it too. The way his body bucked up into your throat, chasing the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his hot shaft. You lowered one of your hands to your wet heat, rubbing your fingers around your greedy clit.

“F-fuck.” He said, exhaling deeply.

You couldn’t bear just looking at him anymore, you needed to feel him inside of you.

When you stopped he was disappointed, but that disappointment didn’t last when he saw you climb back onto the bed and straddle him. He couldn’t help but place his hands on either side of your hips. So desperately he wanted to push you down over his cock, but he settled for letting you lower yourself with his guidance. When the head of his member sat at your entrance his mouth fell open.

“Please have me.” He begged, “holy shit.”

You pressed both of your hands on his chest gently as you slowly lowered yourself over his cock. Sucking him off, in combination with the stimulus of your own fingers, had inspired your folds to grow incredibly slick with your own desire. His girth filled your walls perfectly. He was long too, the tip just grazing your cervix.

“Damn Steven, you’re so good.” You said breathlessly. “Shit.”

“R-really?” He asked.

“Mmm, yes.” You moaned.

While you dropped downward, he pushed up, bucking his hips against you. He could hardly control himself, there was no way he could stop his intentional thrusts as he dug his fingers into your hips for leverage. You were more perfect than he could’ve imagined. The fact that you not only stayed, despite seeing his embarrassing apparatus, but you were into it, he just couldn’t believe it.

“Steven…” You moaned, “I’m going to…”

One of his hands reached up and grabbed your breast with a rough squeeze while your cunt gushed over his cock. You felt him too while his moans grew louder and his throbbing shaft pumped hot ropes into you. Your head threw back as you felt your body electrifying and trembling against him. Your riding slowed while you came back down to reality, dropping your head back down to look at Steven’s face.

You let out a chuckle when you saw his eyes closed and heard a quiet little snort from the now sleeping man below you. He always looked so tired, you were glad to know he was finally resting. You climbed off of him before your mad shuffle to the bathroom to clean up. Once you were done, you dressed yourself and grabbed your coat. With a pen and notepad you found on the desk you left him a note, remembering what he’d said to you when he bid you farewell on your first date.

Text me tomorrow <3 Laters gators.

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There's a Part 2 now everyone <3

Part 2 - Full of Surprises

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Moon knight reblog-a-thon

Thor is it! This is the fic that started my somno obsession!!!

As someone who used to work overnights, I completely understand that absolutely dying of exhaustion feeling

::Drifting:: A change in shift at work has you and Steven on opposite schedules. You’re too tired for sex—but neither you nor Steven mind 😏

About this: mature, some explicitness. fem!reader, s*mnophilia vibes, very consensual though. Dirty talk.

* You and Steven had become like two ships passing in the night.

Your recent change in hours at work had been sweetened by a hefty raise, and the money had been enough for you to overlook going from first shift to third shift.

“When will we see each other, love?” Steven had asked even while he struggled to open the bottle of wine he’d run out to buy and planned to celebrate your promotion with. You watched with both mirth and anxiety as he threatened to put the corkscrew through his palm instead of the cork.

Gently, you worked it from his hands and lifted one to your lips to press a kiss to his palm. His eyes glittered, smile softening at the affection.

“We’ll make time,” you had said.

Wishful thinking, you thought now, dragging your exhausted body through an abridged version of your bedtime routine. Most mornings, by the time you arrived home, the sky turning a deep blue with the threat of the rising sun, Steven was fast asleep. He’d come home from the gift shop and wake you up, after which you would share a nice meal together and then part ways once more.

Today, upon opening the flat door, you had known by the ringing silence that Steven had managed to sleep. His alarm was going to go off in a few hours to give him plenty of time to catch the bus and make it to the museum. For a moment you stood at the foot of the bed, watching the rise and fall of his bare chest, his full mouth parted, curls a mess. God, you missed him. Missed dinners together, missed the way at night he’d let you rest your feet in his lap, one hand stroking your ankle while the other held an open book inches from his face.

You missed the sex.

As badly as you want to crawl in bed and wake him up in the best way, you could barely keep your eyes open. You could feel the way your body swayed with exhaustion, nearly losing your balance while you stripped your clothes off as quietly as you could. You nearly collapsed into the bed, only just managing to worm your way beneath the covers and shift against Steven’s body until his warmth suffused into you.

He drew in a breath at the feel of you, rousing him from sleep.

“Mornin’, love,” he murmured.

Your eyes were already shut. You mumbled something back which had him breathing a laugh. He shifted onto his side and pulled you against him, humming.

“No pajamas?” he asked, resting his warm hand on your bare stomach, a respectable distance from your bare breasts.

“Tired,” you muttered.

“Get some rest, love.”

You dozed, dancing on the fanciful edge between wakefulness and the haze of sleep. You only distantly noticed the change in Steven’s breathing, the hardening of his cock against your ass. His hand had turned into a fist, though he refused to move it any higher or lower.

You heard him muttering to Marc. “She said she’s tired,” Steven whispered. “I’m not going to wake her after a long day just for a shag.”

Those words just barely penetrated the fog of sleep, reawakening the ache between your legs that had blossomed while you watched Steven sleeping in bed. Your thighs clenched.

“Steven,” you groaned.

It must have been nonsense for the way he asked, “What was that, love? Did we wake you?”

Eye closed, you reached a hand back to rest against the silky waistband of his underwear. You tried to slip your fingers beneath the fabric, but the angle and your exhaustion had your hands clumsy and ineffective. He gently caught your wrist.

“Go back to sleep, you need your rest.”

“Need you,” you whined.

Steven’s breath stuttered. You heard the click as he swallowed. “You’re exhausted. Can’t even open your eyes.”

“Don’t care,” you muttered. Arching your hips, you pressed against the line of his erection. He groaned, burying his face in your neck. His hand which had been resting against your stomach moved to grip your hip. Perhaps he planned to still you, but instead he was urging you to continue your motion against him. You hummed and relaxed—Steven could do the work.

“Are you sure?” asked Steven.

You mumbled an affirmative.

“I don’t think we should, love. I can’t even understand what you’re saying.”

Blearily, you opened your eyes, noting the lighter blue that the sky had turned. How long had you been dozing? Strugglling to gather enough convincing energy, you reached down to lace your fingers between his own. “I want it, honest. ‘t might be the only chance we get until I’m more used to this new schedule.” Shifting his hand, you brought it between your legs.

Steven groaned, fingers dragging through your slick. “Lookit you. You’re soaked.”

You hummed the affirmative, eyes closing again, half in pleasure and half in exhaustion.

“Gonna let me touch you? Gonna let me put my cock in you? Think I can make you cum without waking you? I’d like to try. May I, love?”

You gave a breathy, desperate sound. Your brain drifted again, only knowing the darkness behind your eyelids and the feel of a warm hand coaxing your legs apart.

“Give us permission and we’ll never let you rest,” he whispered, pressing one and then two fingers inside of you and relishing the punched-out breath you give at the fullness. “God, you’re so soft. Relaxed. Poor darling. I could do anything I wanted to you, and you’d let me wouldn’t you? Marc says I should tell you that you’re a dirty, desperate girl. But you aren’t. Are you? You’re our good girl, lettin’ us have you even when you can’t keep your eyes open.”

“I need you,” you groaned, pressing your hips against his hand. Without leverage or energy, it felt useless. Tears of frustration burned behind your eyelids. “Please.”

“Need it that bad, do you?” Steven asked. He pulled his fingers free and rubbed them so, so softly over your aching clit. Any response you had died in your throat. “Don't worry, love. We’ll take care of you. Go back to sleep now. Rest if you can.”

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Reblogging for old shit for moon knight reblog-a-thon!!

Fuck you like an Animal

Marc Spector GN!Reader. (genitles, no pronouns)

Just.... just read the warnings yo. I may have been a little inspired by some wild Kylo Ren fanfictions

All fic masterlist here

Part 2 :Crazy Bitch

WARNINGS: PIV SEX, oral F!recieving, fighting, blood, degradation, knife play, blood play, this is how you get STD's yall do not do this. Unsafe sex. Dear god what have i written. What have i done. Marc being a switch. Switch reader. Consent is still explicit bc that shit is neccecary yo.

LMK if i missed anything.

18 PLUS ONLY!! OH MY GOD PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!

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"I want to fuck you like an animal; I want to feel you from the inside"

Fuck. He was fast as shit. You are running through the forest, trying to escape him, but you were beginning to think he was just toying with you. The man in white was sent to retrieve you, to take you to the Innead to face the repercussions. Yeah, not happening. Not if you could help it. You hadn’t seen his face, you didn’t know his name, but everyone in your circles knew Moon Knight.

You don’t stop to avoid the stream in front of you, pushing off the bank to try and jump it. Unfortunately, although you mostly made it, one of your feet landed in the water. Weirdly, despite your exhausted body, bruised arms and scratched up face from the branches, the wet sock feeling was what your mind focused on. Gross.

Distracted, you weren’t watching your surroundings, running face first into his hard, white-wrapped chest.

“Oof” You bounced off him and fell to your ass. “Fuck!” You shouted, scrambling to get up and run away again, but he grabbed your hair.

Harshly, he pulled you up by your hair until you stood up, and he leaned over to you, his masked face close to yours. “Slippery little thing, aren’t you?” He teased.

Fuck, you could feel the warmth pooling in your stomach, despite your best judgement. His instructions were to bring you in, preferably alive, dead if needed. You knew he could very well kill you, but his grip on your hair, his voice with the Chicago accent, his close proximity… you were only human. And him? Well, he was nearly a god.

But, you were trying to stay alive. You doubted he was expecting you to punch him, so that's what you did, right where you were assuming his nose was. He loosened his grip enough for you to scramble free. You took off, making a quick run for it, jumping over a log and promptly tumbling down the hill you didn’t know was there. You rolled down, unable to gain any sense of orientation until you reached the bottom, only stopped by his boot planted on your stomach, keeping you there. Leaning on his bent knee over you, he cocks his hooded head, tauntingly. “Are you done yet, baby?”

“Ugh,” You wriggle under him, looking for a weakness. “Probably not.” You try to push his boot off of you, but he only pressed down harder. And god, did you like it.

You swore he was smiling under the white ribbons. “That’s okay, I like watching this.”

Fuck, was he flirting? You couldn’t help but imagine what he would look him over you, still covered in the suit, pounding into you on the forest floor.

He leaned over, putting his hand on your shoulder and pinning you down as he removed the heavy boot from your stomach. “Do you know what powers this suit gives me?”

He was knelt beside you, face close to yours as you replied. “Speed, agility, healing…” If he was flirting, he could be distracted…

“That’s right. But it also gives me a heightened sense of smell.” His mask disappeared, revealing his face. Fuck, he was stunning. Sharp jaw, brown skin, and prominent nose that made you just want to sit on it. He came closer to you, perfect pink lips just grazing over yours. “And you smell wet as the goddamn Nile.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, and he straddled over your waist, leaves crunching as effectively trapped you. “Fuck…” You mumbled, feeling his cock rut into you as he moved on top of your hips.

He ran his hands down your sides, over your stomach, very noticeably avoiding your breasts. His teasing and dominating manor lowered briefly, his eyes roaming hungrily over your body. “Say the word and I’ll stop. I’m taking you to the Innead with or without this. You have nothing to lose or gain except a few orgasms” His dark eyes flicked up to yours again. “Some really good orgasms, but orgasms nonetheless.”

You took one of his hands, running it down the front of your body, and under your pants. His lips parted as you guided him down into your wet cunt, eyes never leaving his. Letting go of his large hand, he kept working you, thick fingers slipping inside and you pushed your pants and underwear down to your knees. As he moved his body down, he pushed the bottoms of your clothes to your ankles. “Don’t try to run.” He warned, his voice dark before he dove into your pussy, devouring you, is tounge fucking into your folds as his hands reached up to play with your nipples.

You felt yourself getting close, walls fluttering around nothing. “Need your fingers.” You order.

He chuckles, the laugh reverberating into your cunt. “You’re not in charge here, baby. Beg for it, bitch.”

Your pride stopped you, you didn’t want to give him this, you didn’t want to give in, but god, did you want him to give it to you.

He slowed his mouth, making you whine. “Fucking beg for it, slut. Your a fucking whore, letting me taste you out here in the open, aren’t you? Are you my slut?”

It just came out. “Yes sir.”

“Say it. Beg for it.”

There was no stopping now. “Yes daddy, I’m your slut! Please, please give me your fingers, please I want to come” You begged pathetically for him.

He obliged, three fingers rammed into you at a rapid speed, his mouth alternating between sucking on your clit and calling you a variety of degrading names. This sent you over the edge, your first orgasm rocking through you, pulsating through your veins.

Before you had a chance to recover from the orgasm, he was lined up at your entrance, his mouth so close to yours. “Taste how sweet you are, pretty little thing.” He kissed you, and you did as you were told, cleaning his lips of your come. He sat back, you could feel he was still dressed in his Moon Knight suit. You needed him out of it if you were going to get away. Plus, seeing him naked… you weren’t complaining. Maybe you could wait until he gave you another orgasm first…

He stroked your face with his rough, calloused hand. “So pretty… such a shame I gotta take you in… such a waste of these lips…” He ran his thumb over your lips, and your took it in your mouth, tongue swirling around his thumb as he moved it in and out. “Fuck baby…” He watched back in aw. “Such a good fucking whore. I wish I could fuck your mouth, make you choke around my thick cock, struggle for air…” His other hand trailed over your throat making you shiver. “Not enough time… But I will be taking your cunt.” Before you could react, the bottom half of his suit disappeared and his dick slammed into you. Despite how wet you were, his thick length burn in the absolute best way. You bit down on his thumb in shock, and he fucking smiled.

He pulled out him thumb, immediately set a rapid pace, brutally fucking into you. “Fuck, look at you, taking me so good. It hurts, doesn’t it?” He waited for your nod, eyes transfixed on his god-like face. “You like that it hurts? You like the pain, baby?” He was sat back on his legs, a bruising grip on your thigh and hip.

“Yes daddy” as if the sopping wet sound from your cunt weren’t evidence enough. “Choke me, please?” You looked up at him pleadingly. He had to oblige.

He leaned down, kissing you before he wrapped a hand around your neck. You took a minute to allow yourself the pleasure, to allow yourself to relinquish control just for a moment. Then you used to leverage, gripping his wrist and rolling both of you over, grabbing the crescent moon from his chest and placing it over his throat. He froze under you in shock, anticipating your next move as his own weapon was up against his throat, feeling the cool metal.

Carefully, you move the knife up, not cutting him, but enough to make him nervous.

You gonna do something about this, Pendejo?

Relax, it’s all under control

Clearly.

You began rocking your hips on his, his dick remaining hard inside you. “You look so pretty like this.” You teased him. “All submissive under me…” You cocked your head, watching his gorgeous form staring at you, lips plush and his ducked out expression.

He laughed just a bit “Baby, I’m not submissive to anyone.”

You took the crescent knife to his cheek, cutting into his skin and watching the blood begin to seep out as she picked up the pace, feeling him hitting that perfect spot inside her. “Then tell me to stop.” You move to his other cheekbone, making a similar cut and feeling his cock twitch inside you. “Say the word, and I’ll stop, baby” You echoed his words from earlier back to him. “But I don’t- hmm fuck baby- I don’t think you want me to stop.”

His response was to grip your hips, quickening the pace as he moved you along him. He reviled in the feel of your tight cunt, feeling you from the inside, on the floor of the woods, fucking like animals.

You continued talking to him, egging him on. “I can’t help but notice you aren’t healing. You like the feeling of blood on your face?” He smacked your ass hard. You lay the moon down, hands on either side of his face. “That’s okay baby, I like the look of your pretty face covered in blood.” You run both of your thumbs over his bloodied cheekbones, smearing it over his face, on the precipice of another orgasm. “Fuck me, baby.”

Marc growled, taking control again and rolling on top of you. His face crashed into your lips, the blood all over his face transferring to yours. He shoved two fingers into your mouth as he kissed you roughly, making you gag as spit filled your mouth. His cock rammed into you, taking you so, so close to the edge. He lifted himself up, his hand covering your face and smearing the blood and spit all over, the taste of iron and dirt in your mouth. The man in white placed his hand over your stomach, feeling his dick inside you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you are not in control here, I am not submissive to anyone.” He watched his self disappear into your cunt, marveling at how you managed to take him so well.

“Except Khonshu, right?”

He slapped you hard across the face, making your inner lip bleed. “Fucking whore, Khonshu is nothing.” He gripped your hard tight enough to leave bruises. “I’m your god now, bitch, and I want you to come” he stuffed his cock into your tight cunt, filling you up as much as anyone could take.

Another orgasm ripped through your body, nearly blinding. You fought for focus, The pleasure flowing through your veins. No, focus, focus. You felt him spill into you, you had your chance. Reaching above you for the knife, you ask “That suit heal you pretty fast?” Too distracted by his own orgasm to question why you asked that, he nodded. Feeling only slightly guilty, you whisper sorry, and ram the moon into the side of his throat.

“FUCK! God dammit!” He shouts, rolling off you. You take one more second to look at him, feeling a little bad for causing such a pretty boy pain, but you pull up your pants and take off.

Marc pulled the the knife out of his neck, warm blood coating his body. “Okay. Fucking unreal.” It wasn’t healing. “Khonshu, don’t be a bitch, heal me!”

“Khonshu means nothing, huh?” The ugly old bird was sitting on a log.

Fuck, Marc knew this would come back to bite him.

Jack took the body. “Don’t let me die because Marc is a slut.”

If Khonshu had eyes, he’d roll them. “Fine.”

Slowly but surely, the stab wound healed. Marc had still lost a good amount of blood, something that would take a little longer to fix. Jake wasn’t going after her today.

“Ra is gonna kick my ass.” Jack mumbled.

Worth it Marc assured.

“Yeah, maybe for you.”

Marc chuckled in the headspace. “Maybe next time, I’ll be your turn.”

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I am so sorry, god forgive me.

#moon knight #marc spector x female reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector smut #dub con #ig guess?????#moon knight reblog-a-thon

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romanarose · 22 hours

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GO GO GO GO GO!!!!!

You can def start now!

Moon Knight reblog-a-thon

Hi guys! As many of us know, there is a Moon Knight box set coming out that is going to have bloopers and extra scenes!!! Super duper exciting and I can't wait!

Im really hoping this generates a bit of an uptick in people reading and reblogging and writing!!!

That being said, I think a lot of us, I know for me absolutely I did not know much about tumblr fanfiction bc i was used to ao3!

Because of that

I want to encourage everyone to go back to those old stories you read back in 2022 and reblog! reblog, leave some nice words too! Doesn't matter if the blog is active or not just spread the love

I hear a lot of people lament lack of new conntent which I totally get! But there is so much old content you have not read!

I will be finding and reblogging fics from 2022 only, to go back into that golden era of Moon knight.

There no timeline or rules for this, it's super casual im just trying to stir up interest! again!

I also encourage you to reblog your old works too! Even if you dont write much for moon knight or at all. I dont write as much as I used to but I want to show my love to a fandom that means for much to me <3

I will be tagging things moon knight reblog-a-thon and will go on however long

If you want to participate, you can just... reblog old stories! if you want to use the tag thats great or link this post thats great! Doesn't matter to me <3

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I think it’s cool you’re doing this MK event. I notice you do a lot of events and try to give small blogs a fighting chance. That’s really nice of you to do as a big blog. Keep up the good work 👍👍👍

🥺🥺🥺

This is so sweet of you to say!!!!

I do try v hard to help smaller blogs but I would call myself medium sized 😂😂😂

Def not big

I love doing events!!! I never wanna stop

Right now I have anons mentioned moon knight reblog-a-thon

Then also my pride event!

Community is sooooooo so so important here!

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

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romanarose · 1 day

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Marc my beleoved!!!!!

he deserves the world. My mom would love him too <3

Moon Knight Reblog-a-thon

Egg Fried Rice

Marc Spector X F!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Summary: Out of the three of them, Marc had met your mother last.

Warnings: Angst & fluff. Mentions of previous abuse (Wendy Spector) but doesn't go into detail. Typos - I am notoriously bad at catching them. Swearing.

A/N: I've used corvase's 'lovely little domestic prompts: “your mom is coming over today.” “tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “you tell her, she’s your mom.” “but she likes you more!”' - and it ended up being a lot more angsty than I inteaded. I changed the prompt words a touch as well. Steven & Jake make a little appearance too.

Word Count: 1689

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites

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You had been in the shower when your phone rang. It was on silent, as usual, but by chance the light caught Marc’s attention as he put the clean laundry away.

The display read ‘Mum’.

He swallowed, a flash of nerves hitting him for a second before he pushed them away. He could just wait it out, pretend he didn’t see it.

The soft material of a pair of your fuzzy socks in his hand suddenly became much heavier; the cartoon duck on the side no longer looked friendly. There was a judgemental tone in its eyes.

“Fuck you.” He narrowed his eyes and hissed at the cartoon, the absurdity enough to bring a small smile to his face.

Quickly, without giving himself too much time to really think about it, he grabbed your phone and answered the call.

“Hello!” Your mum’s voice was like sunshine itself.

“Hi, it’s-”

“Marc! Ah! How lovely to get you!”

He grinned broadly, warmth bubbling up in his chest. She recognised his voice. Straight away she recognised his voice.

“I was wondering if I could pop by today? I have a little something for you all.”

Your mother knew all three of them, but her first meeting with Marc had been almost five months after she had met Steven and Jake.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to meet her, he did, it was just... difficult. Panic spiked up in his spine and made him sick whenever the arranged date to introduce himself grew close.

His alters’ voices constantly in his ear. “She’s so lovely.” “You’ll get on well with her hermano.” “She’s nothing like-”

It hadn’t mattered. He had chickened out four times. The third when he was in the car with you outside of your mother’s house. He just couldn’t. Couldn’t. Had checked out and left it to Steven and Jake.

He would stay away for days, the worst being the second occasion when he didn’t front for nearly two weeks afterwards and had refused to speak to Jake or Steven. Even staying quiet when Steven had said he would let Jake grow a moustache if Marc didn’t say something.

When Marc finally did front he had refused to talk about it. Point blank. Not to Steven, not to Jake, not to you. He knew that made it worse.

It had caused more than one internal and external argument.

You had tried to bring it up carefully, calmly, telling Marc that there was no need to rush, he hadn’t caused any offence, that he didn’t even need to meet your mother if he didn’t want to.

But instead of staying quiet, nodding, or any of the countless peaceful options Marc had gone into defensive mode. Unable to explain his fears even though you knew about Wendy, unable to accept your kindness and care and love when he was so sure he didn’t deserve it. He wanted your anger.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to meet your Mom then?”

His tone had taken you by surprise even before his words had registered. “Marc that’s...” you shook your head, playing back what you had said, checking for how your words could have been misunderstood. “I didn’t mean that, I-”

“Maybe you should think before you speak in future.”

“Marc-”

“She’s got Steven and Jake, guess I’m not as important as them?”

It had just escalated from there. Your tone and words grew more agitated despite your best intentions as he kept going and going.

There had been something on the tip of his tongue, something nasty and untrue but based on your own securities. Something that was intended to hurt. He had begun to speak it, shout it, trying to push you in punishing him when everything shifted.

It was the first time you had seen Jake forcibly front, spitting out a hiss of words obviously not aimed at you and breathing hard.

“¡No te atrevas a decir eso!” Don’t you dare say that.

He had sat on the settee, closed his eyes and crossed his arms. His legs were spread wide in an apparent guise of relaxation but you could see the tension thumping in his neck.

After a moment to calm yourself you had sat down next to him, slowly, and leaving some space between your bodies.

Jake had kept his eyes closed; his jaw clenched as he listened to Marc, but did not reply. After a few minutes he had taken your hand in his, pressed kisses to your fingers and knuckles tentatively before he opened his eyes.

You had smiled weakly at him, your eyes glassy. “Is he okay?”

Jake let out a humourless laugh. “He’s on the naughty step.” He moved closer, letting go of your hand to wrap his arms around you. “He’ll stay there until his manners improve.” His voice was low in your ear, making you shiver, but you knew those words were more directed at Marc than to you.

Marc had watched silently whenever Steven or Jake were with your mother. The ease of conversation, the joking, smiles, hugs, kisses on the cheek and small gifts.

You had found him once, on a morning so early it should have been night, crouched down by the coffee table in your flat. His arms wrapped tightly around his legs as he stared at a small paper bag on the floor.

Your mother was notorious for giving gifts, things that made her think of others. The previous day you and Steven had visited her for dinner. She had spoken animatedly about her day, a visit to Greenwich park and market before brandishing, a golden pin with the Eye of Horus engraved for Steven (who spoke animatedly and excitedly about the meaning behind it for a good ten minutes before worrying he was ‘going on a bit’, and then another fifteen when your mum shhhed him and eagerly asked him to continue.)

Champurradas for Jake, which you hadn’t heard of before, “Oh Jake and I were talking about them the other day, and I just so happened to see a stall with all sorts of food. I just had to get them for him.” (You were eighty percent sure she had purposely looked for somewhere that sold them and had gone to Greenwich specifically with the goal in mind.) She had playfully smacked your hand when you had asked to try one, “Shhh! They’re for Jake! You’ll have to ask him if you want one.” You laughed.

She had held out a small paper bag to Steven as you were leaving, “this is for Marc.”

“Oh, you didn’t have-”

“Shhh,” your mother was the master of the ‘shhh’, “I wanted to. I love all of you very much.” She had kissed his cheek and pressed the bag into his warm hands.

You had told your mother briefly about Wendy after the second time Steven had visited instead of Marc, no details – as you felt it wasn’t your place.

And now Marc sat staring at the keyring resting on top of the paper bag like it held the answer to the universe.

It took you a moment to recognise the logo as the Chicago Bears and knew, for certain, that she definitely hadn’t found that in Greenwich market.

He turned towards you suddenly at the creak of the floorboard under your feet, eyes red and shining.

You froze, afraid that anything you did, anything you said would cause hurt.

“Steven told her I’d confused my keys with our key for here.” His voice broke at the last word and you rushed forward, falling to your knees and wrapping yourself around him. “She, she remembered.”

You had held him and kissed him and soothed him as his tears soaked into your pyjamas and finally, when you had coaxed him back into bed, hugged him tightly the whole night.

The keyring never left his keys.

You had both visited your mother soon after that, Marc nervously gripping a large bouquet of flowers as you walked to the front door. He knuckles white under the tension.

When your mother opened the door Marc had quickly blurted out, “here, I’m Marc, nice to meet you.” In a voice that sounded far younger than his age and thrusted the flowers towards her.

Your mother didn’t even miss a beat, she had fawned over the flowers, ‘the nicest ones she had ever received’ and lavished attention on your boyfriend the entire day, kissing his cheek and hugging him tightly when you left. Saying nothing when he held onto her a little too tightly and for a few beats too long.

You heard Marc laughing as you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and padded down the hall to your bedroom.

He was sitting on the bed, facing away from the door, holding your phone to his ear. A few items of clean clothes next to him, you couldn’t help but smile as you realised he had put the others away. You hadn’t asked him to, he had just done it knowing your intense dislike of the final part of the clothes washing process.

Marc turned as you came in, giving you a little wave. “She’s just finished.” He spoke into the phone. “Your Mom!” He said to you.

“Hi Mum!” You yelled, a little over the top.

The muffled sound of your mother laughing and saying ‘hello love!’ filtered back.

You opened your wardrobe, absentmindedly chewing on your bottom lip.

“She’s gonna come over later, she said she’d pick up Chinese on the way?”

The questioning tone at the end of his sentence warmed your heart. You had told him countless times that your flat was his flat; but he still wanted to check things with you, protective of your space.

“Tell her to bring egg fried rice or she’s not invited.” You teased.

Marc gave a mock gasp of shock and you could hear your mum laughing on the other end of the phone.

“You tell her, she’s your Mom!” He grinned.

You turned around, hands on your hips and pulled a silly face. “But she likes you more!”

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