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loki-hargreeves · 2 years

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☽ Strangers in the Night ☾ 1

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

Warnings/Tags: crime (be gay do crime), fluff, angst, reader has a cat, character death, mentions of blood, one mention of infant mortality, Steven uses an emoji

Word Count: 7777 [hope it brings luck!]

Chapter Summary: A certain museum tour guide catches your eye when you’re inspecting the place. Although you shouldn’t get distracted on the job, you can’t help but stay for a chat with Steven. Little do you know it’s the beginning of something beautiful. Unfortunately, the timing and circumstances couldn’t be worse - you’re there to prepare for a heist.

A/N: I’m so excited to write this story and I hope you’ll like it! Also thank you @davosmymaster for helping me with the Spanish part <3

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Chapter 1 - ‘Heist to See You’

Children were looking around wide-eyed, amazed by the things they were seeing in the museum as their parents tried to keep their curious little hands off of the priceless objects. The elderly, adults and students alike were tagging along, most people listening to the guide while taking in all the intricate details of the ancient artefacts. You saw a young person in the back of the group who was far too busy sketching so that they probably missed half of what the enthusiastic tour guide was explaining.

You didn't. Perhaps you shouldn't have listened to the passionate man so keenly but you couldn't help yourself. Something about the way his brown eyes lit up when you reached the Ancient Egypt section of the building made you forget about all else. On a day like that, it was exactly what you needed. If you focused too much on your task, you were sure you'd pass out right then and there. The tour guide wasn’t upset when children blurted out questions impatiently, no. Instead, he answered them in a way that kept them interested in the new things they were learning. Damn, he was good with kids too.

The day was coming to an end, which was made clear by the sun setting outside and the artificial lighting hanging above your heads seeming more yellow the darker it got outside. By now, your palms were sweaty which you tried to hide by squeezing your notebook a little tighter, scribbling down details of the museum you thought were important to remember. Your trained eyes recognized motion sensors that were hidden well within the nooks and crevices.

No one seemed to notice when you scanned the corners for security cameras. Whenever you saw one, you made a mental note of it, waiting a while before writing it down on paper. The less suspicious you seemed, the better. To your surprise, some of the cameras were angled in a way that left certain places vulnerable. With a blind eye, you could spot at least three routes that lacked security.

To an outsider, you just seemed like another history buff, devotedly writing down the fun facts and stories that the tour guide more than happily provided you with. Blending into the rest of a group was easy.

Little did they know you were inspecting the museum to help prepare for a heist.

Yeah, you felt justified getting lost listening to the tales of the Ennead, told by perhaps the cutest tour guide you had ever seen, as you ventured further into the museum. A handful of people had inspected the museum before you as well because the organization you worked for, as much as you despised the fact, was precise and deliberate. They called themselves the Crew of the Arcane, which was often shortened to COTA.

Members of COTA were led by the greediest man you knew, Nico Williams. You had seen him only a handful of times and each time he managed to make you feel uncomfortable. His presence could make the scariest of men shake and tremble yet surprisingly many were ready to risk it all just to please him and gain his praise and fortune.

The Crew of the Arcane were known for being attentive to every little detail and never getting caught, not even leaving crumbs behind for law enforcement to find. Therefore, people like you didn't have to do too much alone or else it would raise some eyebrows. Not only that, the less you knew, the less you could reveal about them.

You had one other task along with marking down the doors and cameras you saw around the building; planting a signal jammer in a specific spot. How you’d do that without getting caught, you had no idea. Patience was key.

"As you can see here, Ammit is depicted as part lion, part crocodile and part hippo. That's because these animals were the biggest man-eaters in Ancient Egypt. It makes sense that Ammit, the funerary deity, is associated with such feared creatures, right? The goddess was also known as the devourer of the dead..." The guide explained as he allowed people to take a closer look at the hieroglyphics, each on their own turn. The way he spoke of everything made you wonder if in a previous life he had lived to see the Ancient days. Perhaps he was just a wonderful storyteller. Either way, you found it endearing.

"This marks the end of the guided tour but feel free to roam around and have a closer look. I'll be around if anyone has any further questions," Steven addressed the twenty-or-so people who had been following him for near an hour now, "Thank you all for tagging along. I hope you learned something new and had a great time! The gift shop is right that way and it’s open for another half an hour, for those who wish to take with you something to remember this by."

Some people instantly walked away, others wanted to ask him questions. You had to stick around to plant the device so you waited, trying to come up with a plan as your eyes focused on the column the guide was standing by. Ammit would’ve scared you thousands of years ago as looking at the age-old representation of her was enough to make you feel small.

When most of the group had scurried away and run out of questions, you found yourself facing the man. Up close, you could see the gleam in his soft brown eyes much clearer. His dark locks were brushed back yet a few stray curls rested against his forehead which made the adorable man look dangerously attractive. The name tag on his silver jacket revealed his name; Steven. He had probably introduced himself to the group earlier but you had been too preoccupied with your own thoughts to realize.

"The eater of hearts, huh?" You knew of some other titles Ammit owned, distracting yourself by trying to make small talk. You'd rather have your nerves be on fire because of a cute guy than of what was actually causing you distress. Just the thought of what you were doing made you sick. No matter what you did, you simply couldn't screw up.

"That's what they called her," Steven smiled warmly, "as it was believed Ammit would devour the hearts deemed impure by the scale of Anubis."

"That's some serious stuff," You nodded and then flipped the page of your notebook, not wanting Steven to see your mysterious writings. He seemed like the type who had the brains to put two and two together if he saw anything strange.

"You could say that," Steven agreed with you, thinking about what had happened to him and Marc only a few months earlier. After experiencing death and the realm of Duat, talking about it as a tour guide was effortless. Every word seemed to just flow out of his mouth with expertise that bewildered listeners. Although much of it had felt like a fever dream, the details weren't lost to Steven. He could never forget that journey even if he tried.

"I've seen you before, haven't I?" Steven realized that your face seemed awfully familiar. He could've sworn you visited the museum a few days ago too.

"Oh yeah," You cursed in your mind when you realized he recognized you. Now you felt the need to explain yourself, "I'm working on a history project. Turns out that doing my research here makes it so much easier, actually."

"Right, of course. If you have any questions or anything, really, I'd be happy to help," Steven offered kindly, having no idea what this project of yours really was about. Seeing the innocent smile on his face made your heart ache and flutter at the same time. Steven seemed like a wonderful person and the last thing you wanted was to put him in any kind of danger.

"Thank you, Steven."

"May I ask what your name is? I mean you know mine, it’d be fair, wouldn’t it?" Steven tried to be casual about it but he was overthinking every word he just said. During the entire guided tour, Steven had stolen glances at you. Steven wasn’t blind either, he had noticed the way you looked at him too but tried not to think anything of it. Marc, on the other hand, made some comments that only Steven could hear, making it impossible to ignore the fact you were definitely eyeing him. He thought you were captivating and when he saw you scribbling down things during the tour, curiosity was beginning to get the best of him.

"I'm Y/N," You should've probably come up with a fake name but it was too late now. Perhaps it wasn't that bad if you just talked to one tour guide. Talking to him didn't incriminate you or the heist in any way, right? In your mind, it would've been more suspicious to roam around alone and avoid others like the plague.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Y/N," Steven stuck out his hand for you to shake. It was a normal and nice gesture yet when you shook his hand and felt his tight grip around your fingers, you swore time stopped for a moment. His fingertips were calloused and rough yet somehow his touch felt gentle at the same time. You wondered what had shaped his hands to be like that and why his hand fit into yours so well. When it was time to let go, you were almost disappointed.

"It's nice to meet you too," You flashed Steven a genuine smile. "I was actually wondering about something if you don't mind-"

"Not at all. What is it?"

"I just wanted to know the meaning of certain items that were left in the sarcophagi. The amulets specifically. Would you mind going over that?" You were genuinely curious about the meaning behind them but at the same time, Steven would lead you to the area where you'd have to plant the device. This way, you killed two birds with one stone.

"I'd be absolutely delighted to. Right this way," Steven seemed excited to lead you to the back of the area, right to the colourful amulets and jewels that carried with them millenniums of history. As you let him teach you about the objects, telling you stories that weren't part of the tour, you found yourself thinking that this man was the perfect person for his job. He spoke of everything as if he had firsthand knowledge of it all.

Time seemed to simply fly by as Steven explained every little detail to you, his words mesmerizing your curious mind. By the time he was done talking about the amulets, describing the symbolism of the scarab beetle and how they were believed to protect the mummies by the time of the new kingdom, it was almost closing time. Steven had even shared his knowledge of how they were crafted, moving his hands in a descriptive way as he spoke.

You were definitely mesmerized, having nearly forgotten about the reason as to why you were there, far too invested in the charming tour guide and his wisdom.

"Are you sure you didn't travel in time from Ancient Egypt just to tell me all of this?" You joked lightheartedly, prolonging your time together before the museum would close for the day.

That made Steven chuckle and he faced the floor shyly, "Pretty sure. Although that would be neat, wouldn't it?" Was he flustered?

"Yeah," You nodded, clinging to your pen as you noticed Steven checking his watch, "Thank you, Steven. That was helpful," you wanted to say nice, "I won't keep you any longer."

"Well I'm almost off my shift," Steven said almost suggestively, "and you haven't kept me here, not at all. Just doing my job, am I not?"

"I suppose you are," You could sense this continuing. The look on his face hinted as much.

Steven scratched the back of his head, trying to shake off the feeling that made him question himself. Talking to you had been smooth sailing and comfortable yet right now he felt like a fish out of water.

"Are you busy? I mean if...if you wanted to there's this coffee place down the street. No pressure or anything, but if you had any other questions or thoughts, you know..." bloody hell, Steven hated that he was rambling, almost hearing what Marc was thinking about this.

"Coffee sounds nice," You cut him off as you sensed the silence was taunting him. The fact that he asked you was a lovely surprise. Heavens knew you needed a coffee and company that didn't expect anything from you. Just a coffee. That sounded perfect.

"Great!" Steven felt a wave of relief crashing upon him, "That's great. Will you wait here for just a bit? I have to clock off and grab my things. It won't take long."

And that would give you just enough time to finish your job as well.

"I'll be here," You promised sweetly, somehow feeling excited despite everything. You watched as Steven hurried toward the employee's only area in the back and the moment he disappeared from sight, you turned around. Time to focus.

Eyes scanning the area, you spotted the cameras you knew well by now. The device had to be left in the corner of the hall, planted against the wall that had wires and electronics behind it - at least according to the blueprints and papers of the museum you had gotten your hands on in a not-so-legal way. When it would be turned on, it should disrupt the signals along with the other mini jammers other people had left in the museum throughout the day.

Pretending to study the ancient texts, you walked closer and closer to the corner until oops, you stumbled forward and dropped all your papers on the marble floor.

"Shit!" You cursed as you knelt on the marble, gathering the papers and the pen that had rolled right into the corner just as hoped. As you stood up, you supported yourself by leaning against the wall and unbeknownst to everyone else, you pressed the jammer right into the painted wall. The wall-facing side of the tiny device was sticky so it didn't budge when you removed your hand.

Even when you were looking for it, it was almost impossible to see because it was so small and it matched the dark paint. As satisfying as it was to see it there, knowing you had done your part, you felt awful. A heaviness grew in your heart and something deep inside you was trying to warn you of a storm that was coming your way, near begging you to seek shelter and leave everything else behind. This wasn't going to end here. Something horrible would happen, you just knew it.

Like a ray of sunshine peering through dark clouds, Steven Grant appeared seemingly out of the blue, "Ready to go?"

The coffee place wasn't as crowded as it would've been in the middle of the day. Therefore you didn't have to wait in line too long to get your drinks. Even better, the outdoor seating area was almost empty which meant you and Steven could sit down and hear each other talking without having to yell over dozens of other people.

The notebook you had carried with you was in your bag and you had no intentions of taking it out of there either. As it was out of sight and you were chatting with Steven, your mind was released from worries for a while. That alone felt like a gift.

“You’ve been to Egypt?” You didn’t know why that was so unforeseen to you. Of course, he had been to Egypt.

“I have. Oh you would love it,” Steven told you excitedly, holding his cup with both hands as he waited for the drink to cool down a little bit. “I didn’t really stay that long as it was a business trip, but seeing the pyramids of Giza in person was a dream come true.” Steven didn’t tell you that he had been inside the pyramid and he thought it was technically true when he mentioned it had been a business trip. Not for the museum no, that was Moon Knight business.

“I’ve heard that time flows differently around them because of their mass, wonder if that’s true,” You remembered the fun fact someone had told you long ago, “Did you notice anything that supports that statement? Any supernatural occurrences?”

Oh, if only you knew.

“At the very least, the sight of something so magnificent makes it feel like time stops. Point blank, just like that.”

“Hm, I’d have to see that for myself one day,” You definitely wanted to see such wonders of the world to yourself.

“Do you like travelling?” Steven asked you and then took a cautious sip of his drink, careful not to burn his tongue. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

The most recent trip you had taken came to mind; when you and a handful of COTA members had visited Paris for another heist. It had been a small job, no one got hurt and the person who had hired you was satisfied. Although the person who discovered all their ancient artefacts were missing the next morning must’ve been far from satisfied. Not your problem. You had done your research and found out they weren’t much of a saint either so the job didn’t keep you up at night.

“Yeah,” You nodded to yourself, “I was on a business trip recently as well. It’s not really the most romantic reason to visit Paris, is it?”

Steven couldn’t help but let out a laugh when he heard your soft giggle, amused by what you said. He was amazed by how comfortable he felt around you. It felt like he could talk about anything for hours and you wouldn’t be judgmental. The things you told him were fascinating and Steven thought you were funny.

In fact, conversation between you was so natural and easy-going that your cups were empty before you even knew it.

When it was time to go, you both felt a bit reluctant to get up and leave. By now it was pitch black outside, except for the yellows and oranges of the street lights and the neon lights from the signs of the many shops around you. The air was cooling down after a long, warm day and it seemed like rain was on its way.

“I have to deliver these before the day ends,” You patted the side of your bag, mind racing as you tried to gather the courage to give him your number or ask for his. Steven beat you to it.

“Hold on just a moment, love,” Steven meant it in a friendly way, but when he called you love you swore your knees felt weaker than usual. The way it left his lips was so smooth, you wanted to hear it a million times more.

“Alright,” You didn’t dream of saying no to him.

Steven grabbed a napkin from the tray in the middle of the table and a pen from his coat-pocket. It only took him a few moments to write down his number on the soft, white paper, making sure to add ‘Steven with a V’ underneath.

As he handed it to you, Steven mentioned, “Here’s my number. Please don’t feel pressured to contact me. Only if you want to.”

“Thank you,” You accepted the napkin, feeling a flutter in your heart as you noticed what he had written on the paper, “This was nice, Steven. I’ll be in touch,” that was a promise that you hoped would ease his mind.

And it did. His eyes lit up when you told him that.

“Lovely! That’s great. Good luck with your project,” Steven was only being nice but that was a reminder of the heist you tried so hard to forget about. There was no way he knew so you didn’t hold it against him when you felt your anxiety bubbling deep within.

“Thanks. Good night, Steven!” Before you parted ways, you leaned in for a friendly half-hug. For the brief moment you were close like that, the scent of his cologne filled your lungs, hints of something sweet and spicy intoxicating your mind.

“Good night. Get home safely, alright?”

Steven returned to the flat, hardly containing the grin on his face as he shut the door behind him and threw his things on the table. Usually, after such long days, he would be dragging himself into the shower and then to bed. Tonight, he felt energetic, far from tired.

"Did that just happen?" He thought out loud, taking off his shoes and coat, now walking to the fish tank that illuminated the place. Although he had parted ways with you twenty minutes ago, Steven couldn't shake away the blissful feeling of meeting someone new, someone who wanted to hang out with him and talk for what felt like hours although it hadn't really been that long.

The two goldfish were swimming around like they always did yet sometimes it seemed like they recognized Steven. Next to the fish, Steven saw Marc's reflection looking back at him.

"Seems real to me," Marc replied to the half-rhetorical question.

"She seemed to actually care about what I had to say, you know? And she's so smart too. Did you hear her talking about the Ennead?" Steven was convinced you were a miracle, a brilliant person who he had just been waiting to meet forever. A friend, perhaps. Steven didn't really have friends and neither did Marc. Not after everything that had happened. They had taken a lot of time for themselves to figure things out but now things seemed to change.

"A friend, right," Marc fronted now, straightening his back and making his way to the fridge. Steven had been in control all day and so Marc wanted to grab a drink and relax. The first thing he saw was a can of soda which was soon in his warm hand.

"I mean we just met, I don't want to assume anything. Maybe she's dating someone," Steven, the forever innocent one pondered.

Marc had seen the way you gazed at Steven. He recognized the little things you did around him and the excited look in your eyes when Steven handed you the napkin with his number on it. Marc knew damn well you were interested. Whatever came out of this would be intriguing.

"How would that even work?" Steven hadn't thought much of dating after Layla and Marc finalized the divorce. It had been a while since that happened and the two hadn't gotten a chance to even think about dating. There were many questions that remained unanswered for now.

"Just in general, Marc," Steven pried, "What if we're into different people? Then what?"

This was going to be a long night.

By the time you finally arrived home, you were out of breath as you had been in a rush, getting there as fast as you possibly could. You didn’t get much peace and quiet though since the moment you walked in, you noticed the lights were turned on and someone was sitting by the dining table, not bothering to look up from the papers to face and greet you. How lovely.

How Spencer had gotten inside your flat, you didn’t know but seeing your friend there didn’t come as much of a surprise.

“Did you do it?” He wondered, referring to the device you had planted in the museum. Ever since he had introduced you to the Crew of the Arcane, he had been different; distant in a way. The friendship you used to have seemed to have been buried under heaps of secrets and dirty work.

“Yes,” You admitted, throwing the notebook on the table right in front of him, “And I triple-checked the cameras. Everything looks good.”

For a job well done, you weren’t in a celebratory mood. Whatever happened next wasn’t in your hands. Hopefully, the heist would be successful, you’d get paid and then never hear from these people ever again.

The soft sound of tiny paws tapping against the floor coming toward you seemed to lift your spirits. Dorothy Meowdenhall, or shortly just Dotty, the cat you had rescued a while ago was ever so happy to see you. She pushed her head against your tired legs and meowed as if to say hello. That alone was enough to melt your heart and you bent down to pick her up, allowing the tabby companion to relax in your arms.

Spencer’s blue eyes scanned your writings, comparing them to the blueprints of the museum that were sprawled over the table along with other papers, maps and a printed picture of the artefact you were planning on stealing; the grail of decay. It was a golden grail with mysterious symbols carved into its sides. Rumor had it the ancient people believed that a sip from the grail could bring the dead back to life. It had apparently been used by mothers who wished to bring their babies back during times when infant mortality rates were much higher than what they were today. To you it was merely an old object that you assumed a rich man wanted to have in his collection of brag-worthy items.

“Nico will be happy about this,” Spencer presumed in a low voice, rubbing his temples as he was deep in thought, making sure to push his black hair behind his ear and out of sight. Spencer knew Nico better than you did as no one really filled you in with details. Most things about COTA still remained a mystery to you. It was clear they kept people out of the blue for security reasons and frankly, you didn’t care. This would all be in your past soon. All that mattered to you was that no one got hurt. As long as they stole objects, you were okay with it.

“Was that all?” You raised an eyebrow, silently telling your friend you wanted to be alone. Not only that, you wanted to text Steven back so he’d have your number too. Usually, you would’ve wasted no time telling Spencer about such things but these days, you found yourself keeping things from him. Spencer seemed way too invested with this heist to care about things such as meeting new people and talking about the what-ifs over snacks and drinks until the sun was beginning to rise.

“For now. It’s gonna take place tomorrow night. I’ll meet you there,” Spencer declared calmly as he stood up, pushing the papers into a folder ever so neatly, making sure nothing got as much as a wrinkle on it.

“What?!”

“Didn’t anyone tell you?” Spender furrowed his brows and finally faced you, “Nico was so pleased with the previous project that he wants you as the eyes and the ears of the heist. You’re gonna be in the van.”

Those words felt like blows right to your gut. It felt like you had swallowed coal and you were burning from the inside.

Nico Williams wanted you to be there during the heist.

The man terrified you and knowing he was happy with your work filled you with a sense of dread. Would this ever end?

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You shook your head in disbelief as you made your way into the kitchen, allowing Dorothy to leap onto the counter and sit down by her food bowl. As you grabbed a can of wet food, you felt your mind racing into perilous and dark places, the clothes on your body feeling tighter and tighter. Breathing required a conscious effort at that point. Stay calm.

“Hey, you should be happy. You’ll get double the pay!” Spencer explained, seeing no issue in the matter.

You dumped the cat food in the bowl, refusing to turn around to look at Spencer. He adored Nico for some reason. It was more shocking to you that he wasn’t jealous of the praise you were getting rather than the fact he was so okay with other people making decisions on your behalf.

“You’ll be in the van and you’ll be completely safe. It’s not that big of a deal,” He was in the kitchen now, taking the empty can out of your hand and putting it in the sink under running water.

Easy for him to say.

“After that, I want out,” You had to put your foot down. This was never supposed to last this long anyway. You had accepted to aid them once before when you had reached rock bottom in your life. One time turned into two, then three...now there you were with a list of crimes behind you that would impress many.

The atmosphere in the flat quickly turned heavy, the tension between Spencer and you unlike anything before. The way he grabbed your arm and forced you to look at him scared you, which you refused to show as you clenched your jaw and looked right back at him with just as much intensity. It was hard for anyone to tell your heart was drumming against your chest so hard you felt it in your throat when you looked so feisty.

“It’s not that simple.”

“You promised it would just be a one-time thing!” You raised your voice, yanking your arm free from his touch.

“Well plans changed, Y/N! That’s what happens and you have to deal with it!”

As you stood there, it was hard to believe that was the same man you had once considered to be a best friend. Right now, all you could see was the same shell but what was on the inside had changed completely, shifted into a version of the man you didn’t believe could exist.

“I want out,” You didn’t budge. You couldn’t. This was your future you were fighting for.

“Good luck telling Nico that,” Spencer spat angrily and just like that, turned on his heel and left. The door slammed shut behind him and he left you in agonizing silence. For a moment all you could do was stare at the door, taking deep breaths as to steady your heartbeat. By the time you recovered from what had happened, you were unsure of how much time had really passed. It felt like minutes as you stood there, trying to process what the hell just happened.

Dorothy was finished with her food and now she was begging for scratches, rubbing her face against your back playfully.

“Oh Dotty...” You sighed deeply, holding back tears as you pet her chin, feeling slightly better when you heard her purring, “What are we gonna do?”

Perhaps it was a blessing that the cat couldn’t actually answer that question. You pet her a few more times and then made your way to the couch, feeling like you were weighed down by a ton of bricks as you became one with the cushions. If only they could swallow you whole.

Remembering Steven, you pulled your phone out of your pocket along with the napkin with his number on it. The memory of him nervously giving you his number made you smile. What a sweet man, you thought. And you were going to assist on a heist that took place at his workplace.

For a while, you contemplated whether you should text him or not. Steven seemed like a lovely man and you thought he deserved people in his life who weren’t so complicated. Then again a part of you that you deemed selfish wanted him in your life. Even if you’d end up just being friends, you desired someone to feel safe around and have a good time. Like normal people. You found yourself fantasizing about going to different museums with him and watching movies, as Steven had mentioned he liked Avatar quite a lot.

Yeah, a friend would be nice.

With that in mind, you saved his number in your contacts, remembering that it was Steven with a V. Once you made up your mind, you sent him a short and simple message,

11:03 PM - Guess who :)

The buzz of the phone against the coffee table was something Marc ignored at first. Then he heard Steven near begging him to see who it was. Marc paused the movie he had been watching and reached for the phone, seeing the message on the screen and the little smiley-face. The paused TV screen painted the flat in a deep shade of red.

“That didn’t take too long,” The corners of Marc’s lips curled into a small smile. It was nice knowing someone wanted to talk to Steven. Perhaps with time, she’d meet Marc too. Having friends wasn’t something Marc had thought much about but part of making a better future for them included having friends, a support system - whatever one wanted to call it.

“What should we say?”

“I don’t know, she’s talking to you,” Marc left this one for Steven. After all, it was he who started this.

A couple of moments of waiting later, you heard a familiar ding that indicated Steven had replied. Had someone been around to see, you would’ve been embarrassed by how quickly you grabbed the phone and opened the messages, not having enough time to worry he might’ve given you the wrong number. When you read what Steven replied with, you just knew it was him.

11:06 PM Steven: Well I hope it isn’t the eater of hearts

11:07 PM You: Nope, can’t say I’ve done that yet

11:07 PM Steven: Let’s hope it stays that way, Y/N. Did you get home safely? 😃

This man was unreal. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked you something so simple yet so meaningful - and you had only met him today.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins and every cell in your body was yelling at you to get as far away from the museum as possible. Staying in the back of the van took all your willpower and it helped that the driver had a gun in the empty seat next to him. No one had openly threatened you yet but something told you if you tried to leave, you’d leave with a bullet in your body.

This was a nightmare, a horrible idea really. You shouldn’t be trusted with this amount of responsibilities. There were four monitors in front of you, each of them containing live footage from security cameras around and inside the museum. The digital clock on the makeshift table told you it was 3:29 AM, a minute until it was go time. There was a fifteen minute window that should give them enough time to enter the building, find the grail of decay and retreat before guards would arrive. Spencer and five other men were ready to enter the museum and you had to press the button that would activate the devices that were planted in the enormous building.

If anything went wrong, you feared they would blame you for it.

Pressing the side of your headset, you heard a beep that let you know the others could hear you, “What’s your status, four?” You asked Spencer, whose code name was four. Calling everyone by numbers made it easier to remember their positions and keep their anonymity just in case someone happened to hear you.

“In position, eyes on the entrance. Ready to go,” Spencer replied with a monotone voice you had grown used to by now. In a way, the man sounded like a robot with only one task in mind - to finish the job.

“The coast is clear. I don’t see any outsiders on the cameras,” You had checked many times but the monitors never revealed any outsiders. So far, so good. Everything was going according to plan.

Nico wasn’t there tonight but he was waiting with a crew at another location as he would personally deliver the artefact to whoever had ordered the heist. At least that offered you some sort of relief.

3:30 AM

“It’s go time,” You told them and with eyes glued to the monitors, you held your breath and watched as they broke in. The alarms had been turned off yet you had still worried they’d go off when they entered the museum. The moment you knew they were inside, you pressed the button and watched how many of the squares on the screen turned black, not sending back any feed from inside the museum. It had worked.

Now the only thing that connected you and the team was comms. Their earpieces were turned on at all times, filling the otherwise silent van with sounds of their footsteps and whispering.

Minutes felt like hours as you sat there and listened, occasionally giving them directions. Thanks to the trackers on their suits, you saw their locations on the monitor, red dots moving above a digital copy of the floor plan.

“Take a turn to the right and be mindful of the motion sensors. I’m not certain the signals are blocked so if it goes off, you have two minutes to get out of there,” You reminded them as calmly as you could. This heist was unlike any other. The museum was a risky target, much more ambitious than the private locations and small museums you had been to before. This was in the heart of London with some of the best security the world had to offer right behind the corner.

The sound of the circular glasscutter against the glass grated on your eardrums but only seconds later, one of them declared “Target acquired.”

“Good. Now get out of there. You have five more minutes.”

“Four, Five and Six are staying behind to clean up this mess,” The leader of the squad informed you, trusting the three with getting rid of all the possible evidence. If they had knocked something over, you wouldn’t know of it because you couldn’t see them.

“Alright. The getaway car is waiting for the artefact on the west side. Coast is clear.”

Was it really this easy? It was almost too good to be true, watching the three red dots exiting the building and appearing on the cameras again - now with a bag you knew contained something more valuable than everything you owned all put together. They were quick to get to the west street where the getaway car was awaiting them, getting so far out of sight that your cameras didn’t pick them up anymore. The CCTV in London would see them but since they wore masks and unidentifiable attire, it didn’t cause you too much stress. No one was even looking for them.

“What’s the situation on the inside? What’s taking you so long?” You glanced at the clock, now feeling antsy when you realized a group of guards would come for a standard round in just three minutes.

“We have company,” Spencer whispered, his words sending chills down your spine.

But it wasn’t even time for the routine check yet! You didn’t see any guards or cars on the screens and neither had you seen anyone enter the building. Had they been there the whole time?

“Get out of there now!” You ordered sternly, standing up from the chair you had sat on for a while now, too agitated to relax at all.

All of a sudden, one of the three men yelled out, “Stop right there!”

If only you could’ve seen what was going on.

Everything went downhill so quickly. It had been number one who made his presence known and whoever the mysterious company was hadn’t been scared off by it. You heard a gunshot echoing in the wide hall, it being so loud that it made you jump.

Holy shit. This couldn’t be happening.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You weren’t sure if any of them would answer. When no one did, you weren’t surprised. All you could do was listen, listening to the sounds of struggle and a thud, as if someone’s earpiece fell out and onto the floor. That was followed by two... no three more gunshots.

Then it was quiet, silence dragging out like a burden as questions bloomed in your mind. Questions regarding everyone’s safety, wondering what was going on inside when you couldn’t see or hear them.

Footsteps grew louder and louder as someone neared the fallen earpiece to pick it up. As you anticipated for someone to say something, you realized you were holding your breath.

“No debiste hacer eso,” The mystery man spoke directly into the microphone, the Spanish words coated with such venom and intensity that you couldn’t help but feel threatened. His voice was deep and raspy, somehow familiar but you couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was happening or who it possibly was as you froze on the spot, feeling like you had eyes on you despite the fact you were safely hidden in the back of the van. Icy chills were nipping at your skin, threatening to swallow you whole.

Were you supposed to say something?

By glancing at the driver once, you knew you were leaving. He seemed completely disinterested in the idea of staying there for another second, as he too had heard the man on the other end. You pressed the headset and made sure your mic was turned off before you let out a breath you had been holding, fear brewing in the pits of your stomach.

“Who was that?!” You wanted to know, looking at the driver who started the engine but kept the headlights turned off, still remaining hidden in the shadows of the night.

“Don’t know and we’re not gonna wait around to find out either,” He stated rather bluntly, having no regard for the others who were possibly still inside the building. You glanced at the monitor, seeing that Spencer had made it outside but two other dots weren’t moving. They were still inside.

Why weren’t they moving?

“Wait!” You yelled now, slamming your fist against the seat, “They’re still in there!”

“I don’t care!”

The car hadn’t moved yet which was why someone opened the back doors, giving you the scare of your life as you assumed it was the man who was spoken to you moments earlier. Luckily, you saw a familiar face as Spencer jumped into the van with a hand pressed against his side. He slumped into the van and you rushed to the back, looking if anyone had followed him before closing the doors again.

“Are you okay?” Seeing him like that with blood on his palm, crimson dripping through his fingers and onto the dirty floor of the van was alarming. You had never seen him like that before. Despite it all, he was still your friend and you wanted to help.

“Drive! Just go. I’ll be fine,” Spencer growled, rage burning all over him. For a perfectionist such as himself, this flop was disastrous. Spencer didn’t know how he’d explain everything to Nico but for you, it was the least of your concerns.

“What about the others?” You needed to know, looking at the monitor as the driver hit the gas pedal, getting out of the alleyway as quickly as possible.

Were they seriously okay with leaving them behind?

Did they matter so little to them?

“They’re dead,” Spencer declared, sitting down on the floor with his back against the seats as he pulled out a first aid from his backpack.

Dead.

The word felt like a blow to the gut and it immediately numbed all your senses. You too sat down on the floor, unable to carry yourself as shock took control of your body. Some invisible force sucked out all your strength and made you feel like an outsider, witnessing everything from that point forward through someone else’s eyes. A dizzying sensation was intensifying the longer you thought about what happened.

They were dead. No one was supposed to get hurt. Dead, as in they had been killed and no one was going to retrieve their bodies. You were driving away like cowards. Why? Because the rich fuck who hired you already had the artefact so the bodies didn’t matter.

“But it was just supposed to be a heist, no one was supposed to get hurt...”

“Your naivety astonishes me,” Spencer had been shot but he hadn’t lost his attitude. To him, this seemed like a perfectly normal event. If he was upset that two of his friends were dead, he certainly didn’t show it.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

Spencer ripped his coat open, dropping his weapons and gadgets all around as he revealed the gnarly wound on his side. The sight of it made you cringe yet you couldn’t look away. The sight was instantly burnt into your mind and it would stay there for a long time.

“Did you really think that we have all these weapons for nothing? That no one has ever gotten hurt on missions? We don’t rob places like this without consequences!”

This couldn’t be happening. You failed to find any words at all as you faced the injured man, the very same man who had convinced you before that this was always supposed to be about the heists, not about hurting others. Suddenly COTA went from bad to a disaster as your brain conjured images of things they could’ve done. Knowing you were part of something that took death so lightly terrified you.

What else were they capable of?

As upset as you were with Spencer, you had to focus on something else than the mountain of overwhelming pain and anger that threatened to topple over you, so you joined his side and grabbed the med kit from him. Spencer didn’t argue with you as you pressed the cloth against the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Although it was gruesome, dark blood pooling from his side and making the van smell like copper, it wasn’t life threatening. At least, that’s what he was telling you.

Who the hell was the man who had found you? Why did he interfere with the heist? Nothing made sense to you anymore as you sat on the cold, dirty floor of the van, trying to stay balanced as you tried to keep your friend from bleeding out. Words echoed in your head like a curse; No debiste hacer eso. You shouldn’t have done that.

[NEXT CHAPTER ⏩]

A/N: That’s the first chapter and I sincerely hope you liked it! I usually reblog my fics to @loki-hargreeves-masterlist but since this is a series, I’m more than happy to make a taglist. If you want to be tagged, please let me know <3

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steven-grants-lovers · 2 years

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Dating Steven Includes:

- steven kisses your knuckles constantly. He intertwines your fingers with his and sometimes he does it without noticing.

- His hugs are bone crushing but oh my god are they comfortable. You will not want to leave his arms even if they hurt.

- when you first get together, he's almost afraid to touch you. Every touch is fleeting, soft, and it just makes you need more.

- his kisses never last longer than 30 seconds in the first few weeks/months of your relationship. Later on, it's hard to get him to stop (even tho you don't want to, you have to get to work!!)

- He wants to keep the body more often, fighting with Marc sometimes bc he misses you--Marc gets annoyed and let's him front a few times when this happens.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant/reader #moon knight #moon knight/reader

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

#cod x reader #cod x male reader #call of duty modern warfare #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat x reader #slasher community #slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #mk1 #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #din dijarin x reader #din dijarn x male reader #the mandolorian x reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us

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eyelessfaces · 3 months

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hell yeah

#moon knight #poe dameron #marc spector #llewyn davis #steven grant #mikael boghosian #poe dameron x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #laurent leclaire #oscar isaac

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murc0ck · 1 year

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i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

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the-witheredroses · 5 months

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Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)

CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.

(Lmk if you want more in the future)

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.

So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.

Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.

You’re in his office? Bend over.

You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.

Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.

Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.

If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.

His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.

Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.

When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.

“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight

Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.

Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.

Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.

He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.

His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.

When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.

Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.

“You did so good for me, darling…”

Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.

But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.

Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.

Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.

His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.

Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.

He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?

Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.

He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.

“So pretty… so pretty…”

Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.

As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.

He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.

Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.

Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.

He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.

Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.

“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”

All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.

Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.

Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.

Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3

Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.

Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.

“Our beautiful darling…”

Basil Stitt - Lightningface

Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.

Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.

He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.

Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.

As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.

He needs you to feel good. He needs you.

When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.

His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.

“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”

Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick

Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.

Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.

Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.

Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.

Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.

Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.

Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.

Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.

“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”

Blue Jones - Sucker Punch

Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.

He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.

You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.

With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.

Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.

Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.

You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.

When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.

“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.

Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.

After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.

As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.

He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.

Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.

With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.

His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.

When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.

“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”

Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina

Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.

This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.

The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.

You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.

As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.

Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.

His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.

His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.

When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.

“Get up. It’s my turn.”

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune

Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.

Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.

Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.

He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.

Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.

He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3

His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.

Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.

When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.

When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.

“I still have time, shall we go for another?”

Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)

John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.

He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.

John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.

Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.

With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.

His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.

At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.

He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.

Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.

John pats his shoulder.

“Come, rest your head.”

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier

Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.

He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.

You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.

He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.

As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.

As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.

When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.

“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”

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Thanks for reading!

Lmk if you want me to add more of his characters or do a different set of characters (like Genshin men for ex.)

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spicyllewyn · 7 months

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Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

Kinktober masterlist.

Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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#moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight smut #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight x y/n #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #marc spector fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #marc spector fanfic

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alfjorcitos · 9 months

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omgg he's soo cute (i want to peg him. i want to make him whimper. i want to edge him till he cries and begs me to cum)

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midgardian-witch · 11 months

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could you write about the moon boys coming home to find reader just jamming out to music? like you have earbuds in and are blasting music so loud they can hear it from several feet away, lip syncing along to the song like your life depends on it, eyes closed, making expressive faces, dancing all dramatic, maybe not even so dancing so much as just clenching your fists and bringing them to your chest, then flailing your hands and arms around in front of you, head bobbing/banging over and over ya know? (thats literally what i do all the time) thank you! <3

Thank you for being patient, anon. Your request is so sweet I just couldn't say no. It's less a fic more a drabble but I hope that's alright <3

Like Nobody's Watching

tags: just pure fluff | established relationship | gn!reader (they/them pronouns used and as few descriptors as possibe used for reader)

ships: Moon Knight System/Reader (Steven fronting but all three present)

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

It's a rare occasion that Steven can leave work early. He thanks whatever deity is listening (except Khonshu, that mean old bird doesn’t deserve any thanks) to be able to return home to you earlier than planned.

Vibrating with excitement Steven opens the door to your shared apartment. With just a few steps in he stops in his tracks, completely enamored with the sight in front of him.

With your back turned towards them you seem to be having the time of your life. Arms waving, hips shaking, head bobbing to a beat Steven can faintly hear even through your earbuds. Normally he would be concerned about potential damage to your eardrums, listening to music so loudly, but right now he can only think about how beautiful you look.

Our ángel is having a good time, hm? Maybe we should join?

Steven can hear the sultry grin in Jake's voice and rolls his eyes in response.

Some of those moves are…bold.

Marc sounds amused and, well, Steven had to agree. You were flailing your arms vigorously and bobbing your head almost violently to the music, still not noticing that your boyfriends had returned.

Not wanting to frighten you with his sudden presence but also not wanting to stop watching you, Steven felt stuck. You look so adorable, carelessly dancing like nobody's watching. And there wouldn't be if Steven hadn't gotten off of work early.

Do they do this often, you think?

It looks like they had a lot of practice at least. We should take them dancing some time.

Steven nods wordlessly. Jake is right, the way you're moving your body they should absolutely go out with you to dance. Why haven't they done that before? Maybe you didn't like having people watch you dance? Steven would ask you. Later.

Meanwhile the music changed from upbeat to something more dramatic - or that is what it sounds like to Steven. You're impromptu dance routine changes from wild flailing to what at first glance looks like dance moves an early 2000s boyband would use.

With a dramatic big jump you turn around to face Steven. Not expecting him to be here already you yelp in shock and tumble backwards. Steven follows you, wanting to make sure you don't fall over or hurt yourself. You clutch your chest right where your heart is and take out your earbuds.

"How long were you just standing there? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

With guilt clearly written on his face Steven looks at you. "I am so sorry, love. I didn't mean to frighten you!"

You calm yourself and shake your head. "It's ok. I know you didn't mean to," you tell him with a gentle smile, "but…how long have you been watching me?"

Steven clears his throat, embarrassed by being caught. "A while. You seemed to have fun," he answers sheepishly.

A started laugh escapes you. You nod, your smile spreading into a wide grin. Gently you take his hand and pull him with you to the nearby couch to sit down.

As Steven sits down next to you he continues holding your hand, his thumb softly stroking the back of your hand.

"Jake wants us to take you dancing some time. He seemed to enjoy the show," he offers and you swear you can see him blush, "Well, we all did, to be perfectly honest." You lean against him, your cheek squished into his shoulder as you look down at your hands.

"I'm glad you were entertained," you tease with a laugh, "And I would love to go dancing with you. Although you may not be able to keep up with my moves. I have a lot of practice."

#moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight/reader #steven grant/reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #moon knight fanfic

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runa-falls · 5 months

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my turn

part 1 | part 2

pairing: marc spector x reader (a bit of steven grant x reader)

summary: marc has had enough of watching you take advantage of steven and not him...

cw: smut (18+), voyeurism, masturbation, rough sex, dirty talk, degrading words, pining omg so much pining, angst, creampie, fluff?, ft. steven

wc: 3.4k

a/n: long time coming (cumming) -- i just realized i barely have marc fics so hopefully this holds up to expectations!

masterlist

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You know Marc. But you wouldn't necessarily say that you're friends. And even if you were, you're definitely not 'friendly' with him the way you are with Steven.

If you were to ask him though, it wasn't for the lack of trying.

Since you've met Steven, Marc has merely been a shadow behind him, stopping in to check on Steven's personal life every so often before disappearing again.

What you aren't aware of, though, is that the only time he trifles in Steven's life is when he gets to see you.

Usually, Marc is uninterested in the daily life of his other half.

Steven wakes up, catches (or misses) the bus, gets to work, grabs some food on the way home, then calls it a day. It's a bland routine that Marc set up specifically to make sure that Steven is safe and sane. So, of course, when there's a change, Marc starts to pay attention.

Suddenly, out of the blue, you're everywhere.

A smile in the background of Steven's phone, a sticky note on the fridge reminding him to get more blueberries, and the oversized sweater you leave on the armchair one day that Steven steals whenever you're away.

He has no idea how you came into the picture, how he's never noticed you, or how Steven of all people captured your attention.

All he knows is that Steven is fumbling. Hard.

Marc had no idea what the nature of your relationship was until he had a front row ticket to one of your friendly favors.

---

Steven isn't subtle about his feelings. Anytime he's exceptionally scared or excited, Marc is called forward by his subconscious mind just in case he's in danger.

Usually, Marc is forced to front when Steven is about to burn his flat down from his nth attempt at cooking, or when he nearly walks into a busy intersection because he has his nose stuck in a book. But he never expected this.

He knew you liked to baby Steven. Take care of him because he had no one else to turn to (except Gus of course), but he just assumed you were being friendly, a kind soul willing to take Steven under your wing.

Nothing could have prepared him for when he woke up to the sight of you on your knees in front of him. It's odd being in the back seat of his body while Steven is getting all of your attention. He can feel everything, from the way your soft lips brush so sweetly against his cock to the hot suction of your mouth, but there's something that's holding him back from taking what he wants.

He wants so badly to bury his hand in your hair and push you down onto him until you're making a mess of yourself, eyes welling with pretty tears and drool dripping down your chin. He needs to tell you what a good girl you're being for him, so desperate for his cock in your throat. He wants to pick you up and carry you over to the bed to show you just how beautiful you are.

He wants you to look up and know it's him.

But he can't. Because who knows when this development started.

You acted platonically just the other day, and now, you're begging for Steven to cum on your tits.

What are you to each other?

If interferes now and messes this up for Steven, you might leave their lives altogether. Damn, how have you lured him into your clutches without even talking to him?

For all he knows, it could be a one-off thing...

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It's decidedly not a one-off thing.

Marc has barely had the chance to front since the first time you made a move on Steven. You're always coming over, whether it's a spontaneous movie night or an offer to cook Steven some dinner, you always find a way to slither your way back into his bed. Not that Steven minds.

But Marc does.

With each fumbling move that Steven makes, Marc gets pushed closer to the edge. He could do it so much better. Make it clear that you're wanted. Give you the pleasure you deserve.

He cringes inside with every wary arm that gets thrown over your shoulder during a movie (one of Steven's signature moves to get you to cuddle -- somehow it works, every time). With the messy, unpracticed kisses that Steven haphazardly presses against your sweet lips.

He physically holds himself back from taking control of the body whenever you fall asleep in Steven's arms. He wants to hold you, feel your body molded against his, even if you have no idea it's him.

It's painful watching the two of you walk circles around the truth.

"I'm always thinking about you." Just tell her that you like her, you idiot! What is there to be afraid of? She looks at you like you painted the stars and hung the moon!

At this point, he doesn't even know why he tries.

Whenever you're around, Steven has total tunnel vision. He practically follows you around like some lost puppy. He lets sweet words spill from his lips without even thinking first and you lap up any type of affection he'll give you.

It's a vicious cycle of obliviousness.

Steven is a lost cause. But he isn't.

He can't take it anymore. He can't take waking up with a lingering taste of you on his tongue, or seeing your lovesick smile directed at someone else. He can't take the way you treat him like a stranger, like someone to avoid.

He wants you. So he's going to show you.

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It's been a long day.

Marc's been out, jumping on top of roofs and kicking ass, all while Steven's 'sweetheart' blows up his phone.

Marc narrows his eyes, shuffling through all the smiley faces and hearts that litter your messages (and the thumbs up messages from Steven).

This book made me think of you <3

A cute little picture of you holding a book next to your face stares back at him, painting his face in a soft glow as he stands in the darkness of the night. He wants to crush the device in his hand.

Call me when you get home safe :)

You know exactly where Marc is right now, and what his life consists of, but you always avoid talking about him directly. You're always just waiting for Steven to come home so he can sleepily tell you he's back in bed and give you the green light to come over and snuggle your face into his chest.

Marc likes to think that he makes measured decisions, but what he does next is completely out of character:

Come over.

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He's a little impatient, sitting on his worn couch as he waits for you to show up. You said you'd be 20 minutes, but it's been 30 since he texted you.

Sory thought the cookies would be done earlier! I'm otw now!

Your hastily typed out text blinks up from the forgotten phone that lies next to him. He read the sheepish reply when you sent it, but didn't bother to text back because of course you baked cookies for Steven.

He's starting to regret tricking you over. All he can think about is the inevitable rejection he'll get once you realize he's not Steven.

Marc leans back against the collection of overstuffed pillows and (your) gifted squish-mallows that decorate the couch, not caring that he's taking up as much space as possible. Flashes of your time with Steven override his doubts, reminding him of the softness that only you can provide.

He doesn't even realize he's unbuttoning his pants until his hand slips himself out of his briefs. Fuck, he's already so hard just thinking about you.

He doesn't want to get himself too worked up so he attempts to take it slow, stroking and squeezing himself until he's teetering at the edge, pretending that it's your hand instead of his. He quickly gets lost in the feeling, floating in a euphoric dream of you and your touch. It isn't until he hears the door click open that he returns to reality.

You're here. The thought alone nearly makes him spill over himself.

"Steven!"

-- And he's good.

"I'm here--oof," He hears you run into a kitchen stool, "why is it so dark in here?"

He should shove himself back into his pants and greet you like a normal human being, but some sick thing inside of him wants you to see what you do to him.

You place a container of freshly baked cookies on the counter with a smile, satisfied with your work and excited to see him try one. You've been working on a new vegan snickerdoodle recipe just for him.

A sweet treat for your sweet treat. You nearly giggle at your thoughts.

You take a second to smooth down any wrinkles on your dress, desperate to look nice for him. Steven has no idea how obsessed with him you are. You want him all the time. You're constantly craving to coax out soft whines and stutters from your favorite boy.

You look around the dim flat.

Where the hell is he?

Usually you'd find him in front of his makeshift desk, sprawling through various books under a harsh lamp, but tonight his spot is empty.

A soft grunt guides you to the couch, your usual movie night spot. No way he's starting without you.

"Ah, there you are." You're slightly put out that he doesn't move to greet you, but maybe Marc's mission just took a particularly harsh toll on his body.

It's only when you're standing at the side of the couch that he meets your eyes. And you meet his...hard cock, desperately throbbing in his hand. What a sight. Your eyes nearly glaze over at the sight of his mussed hair and laid back positioning.

He just looks up at you, casually. He's been expecting you. He wants you to watch him. It makes it that much more delicious.

He doesn't shy back at your presence. If anything, he sits up to give you a better view. His hand moves methodically -- controlled, stroking himself from tip to base as his half-lidded eyes stare straight back at you.

His dark look and posture nearly make him unrecognizable. It's not just the clothes he's wearing, or the 5 o'clock shadow, but the way he furrows his eyebrows and grips himself so confidently, like he does it all the time.

You shake off the odd feeling settling in your stomach and move over to him with the practiced grace that usually makes him weak in the knees for you.

"Mm...Steven...you're quite needy right now, aren't you?"

He raises a dark eyebrow, briefly squeezing himself in his hand as he unabashedly takes in your figure, draped in a soft dress. He's not backing down like you're used to. At this point, he's supposed to be begging for you to touch him, not staring you down like you're a piece of meat.

"M'not Steven, sweetheart." His voice makes you freeze in front of him and all of the confidence you once held rushes out of your body.

"M-marc?"

A cynical smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"You remember me?"

You capture your bottom lip into your mouth, holding yourself back from crawling on top of him and skipping the conversation. The dark and intense version of your lover is serving himself up on a silver platter, and all you can do is watch.

"Why wouldn't I?" He shrugs.

You can tell he's enjoying this, watching you squirm uncomfortably as he teases himself right in front of you. He touches himself like it's an afterthought, something to simply accompany the sight of you.

"W-where's Steven? I was supposed to meet him here..."

"I'm the one who texted you."

You freeze, not knowing what to do.

He wants you here?

He wants you?

"You...?"

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna be a good girl for me like you are with Steven?"

What would Steven think?

"I-I don't know..."

"C'mon, you're always dying to suck him off."

Your face flushes at his bluntness. Are you that obvious?

A hand comes up to hold you by the waist before you're pulled closer to him. He looks up at you, eye-level with your chest, looking as predatory as ever, despite his position under you.

"What's the difference, hm?" He slides a warm hand under the hem of your dress, gently caressing the bare skin of your outer thigh. "It's the same body on top of you. The same cock stretching you out..." You shiver when you feel his fingers tease the edge of your panties, the deep red lace you picked out specially for Steven. "...even the same cum filling you up."

You look down, mesmerized by the way his hand moves under the thin fabric of your dress. You watch his shrouded arm pull at the fabric until it barely brushes at your upper thigh as his hand slides up over the softness of your stomach and the dips of your ribs, before stopping at the curve of your breast.

"You want this."

It's not a question, it's a statement. And he's right.

He watches your eyes flutter close as he cups you in his hand. Despite the heat in his eyes, he handles you so softly. Like you're a porcelain doll in his hands. It's a familiar touch, but there's a hint of something more.

"Steven..." You breathe out. It's said out of habit. This feeling inside of you has only been associated with one person. It's always been him. But now, a whole other side of yourself is opening up.

You quickly realize your mistake when his grip tightens around your waist and on your breast, demanding your attention.

"No." His voice is low, "Not him."

"M-marc."

He hums and rewards you with a teasing flick of his thumb over your nipple. You're disappointed when his touch suddenly leaves you, but before you can complain, he begins to work his pants all the way off.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart." He pulls you close enough that you nearly fall over him, causing you to straddle his lap and sit chest-to-chest. "Tonight's about us." The skirt of your dress falls around your thighs, shielding the way his length presses against your inner thigh.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, flustered by the feeling of his hot body against yours, at the idea that this is really happening.

You breathe in once. Is that..?

And then, once again.

He smells like him.

"You good, baby?" He rubs over the tops of your thighs comfortingly while subtly shoving your skirt up to your waist.

"Mhm..." You hum against his skin, relishing in the feeling of his embrace. You experimentally push your hips against his, grinding your needy center against his. He groans at the contact and cants his hips upwards, forcing you to feel just how hard he is.

Your cunt pulses in desperation as he continues to rut against your clothed clit. You're nearly soaking through your underwear with how wet you are. And by the way he groans against you, he can tell.

An eager hand shoves between your bodies to shove your panties to the side. "Need to feel you." He drags a finger against you, spreading your slick until it runs down the palm of his hand. "Fuck. You're so ready for me."

"P-please." It's a hushed whisper against his shoulder, but he hears it loud and clear.

"Please, what?" He pushes you back, forcing you to look at him as he lines himself up. Heat pricks at the tops of your cheeks before you cast your eyes downwards.

Is he really going to make you say it?

"M-marc." You whimper as he brushes the tip of his cock through the seam of your cunt, covering himself with your lust. He mouths at your neck, ignoring your pleas by keeping himself busy sucking bites and bruises into your skin. "Please, fuck me, Marc."

He barely gives you a second before he's pushing in with a single fluid motion. The feeling is indescribable. How can he share a body with Steven, but make this feel so different?

"So big..." You gasp out, thighs trembling around his.

"Taking me so well, baby. Just let me in."

He pushes up until you're filled to the brim, drawing out a broken moan from your lips. The stretch is exquisite in this position. You feel like you've never felt anyone as deeply as he is right now.

As soon as he's sure you're comfortable, he starts moving, grinding up against you until you're looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. You're mewls fill the room as his cock drags perfectly against your slick walls. You arch your back and start moving over him, desperate to feel him entirely.

He watches you bounce on his lap, timing his movements so his thrusts meet yours.

"Such a greedy slut aren't you?" His harsh words are punctuated with sharp thrusts, causing you to clench around him involuntarily. The sensation almost leaves him breathless, but he continues talking through gritted teeth. "You couldn't get enough from Steven, hm?"

His pants turn into rough grunts as he speeds up. He thrusting into you like he's taking revenge, like he's proving that he's the piece that's been missing from your life.

You shake your head, "Need b-both."

"Yeah, you do. Always so desperate to be filled by this cock." He holds you in place and begins to viciously thrust up into you.

"O-oh-!" He's hitting that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. You can't help the way your mouth gapes at the toe curling sensation.

Everything around you quickly fades away and all you can see, hear, and feel is him. You can't even articulate anything when pure ecstasy blooms in your core and permeates throughout your body.

You seize in his hold as he continues to roll his hips against yours, feeling boneless from the pleasure that hums through every nerve. He groans at the flutter of your walls around him, gripping him so tight in your warmth. He can barely get out a handful of thrusts before he's spilling inside of you.

You're a mess on top of him, soaking his lap in a mixture of the two of you. Your hair sticks to your face and neck, but it doesn't matter when you can still feel him pulsing inside of you.

Your eyes flutter open as a gentle hand caresses your jaw and guides you to lean in.

You meet vulnerable eyes framed by dark lashes.

He takes a breath, like he's bracing for the worst, but he doesn't have the chance to let it go before you're pressing your lips against his.

---

You sleep like a rock. It's almost like no time has passed. Why dream when you have everything you want right in front of you?

Or behind you, that is.

You can already tell it's Steven with the way he nuzzles himself against the back of your neck. "G'mornin', darling." He's adorable with his roughened groggy voice.

"Hi, baby." He curls up at the pet name and holds you closer, already flustered before he has fully woken up. You can tell it takes him a few moments to blink the sleep away because suddenly he's stiff against you (and not in a good way).

"W-what. What happened?"

You sigh, "Marc happened."

"Did he hurt you? Oh my god," He pushes away to get a better view, "was he mauling your neck?!"

"Steven, it's fine." You feel your face warm up at the thought of the night before. "I...kinda liked it."

Steven huffs to himself as his thumb lightly brushes over a particularly obvious bruise on your neck, "He's trying to steal my girlfriend."

You nearly choke on yourself, "G-girlfriend?"

"Yes...? I mean, you are, right? Unless," Steven's eyes widen, "I-uh, didn't mean to assume--"

"No, Steven. I-I'd love to be your girlfriend."

#marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #marc spector #steven grant #moon knight

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st4rymoon · 5 months

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✭ 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ✭

𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐀𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 | 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎'𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care

・Part two! Part Three!

“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.

You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.

“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”

You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.

You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.

“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.

Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.

Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?

You and Miguel.

Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.

You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.

You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.

Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.

And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.

“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.

“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.

‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.

The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.

You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.

The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.

“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.

He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.

“Excuse you” you hissed.

He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.

“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.

The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.

He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.

“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”

“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.

“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”

“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.

You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.

“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.

Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.

He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.

He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”

You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.

You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.

You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.

“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.

He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.

“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.

You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.

It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.

His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.

The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.

Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.

“You kissed me first”

You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.

He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.

“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.

The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.

You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.

“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.

“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.

You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.

“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.

Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”

You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.

“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.

You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.

“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.

You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.

“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”

You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”

You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.

“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.

Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.

He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.

His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.

“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.

It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.

“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.

“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.

Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.

Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.

“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.

You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.

Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.

Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.

You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?

You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.

You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.

“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”

You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.

Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”

Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.

“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.

Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.

He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.

You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.

He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.

Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.

Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.

“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“

You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.

“Wasn’t planning on it love”

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