#its missing steven grant hours

[luvrxbunny]

gone too long

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Prompt: Masturbation

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, some angst (im sorry), masturbation, pillow humping, panty sniffing, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.2k

A/N: probably too long and emotional for kinktober but its my first time so bear with me please

You’ve been away for almost a week now. Steven tried to be good, he tried but it’s been so hard without you. He goes to bed alone, hard, surrounded by your scent and wakes up the same way.

He spends hours in the night writhing around in bed. He can’t sleep anymore, you always used to get him off after he came home from work and again before bed to help him sleep but now he just spends his time missing you, squeezing his throbbing cock, and crying for you as he palms himself to the edge of orgasm, unallowed to get himself over the edge.

He wakes up in more pain than when he went to sleep. His dreams are all about you, some sexual, some domestic, but they all make him hard. He cries for you some more before starting a painfully cold shower and setting off for the day. 

 If you were coming home tomorrow it’d be a different story. Steven would’ve stayed good, he would’ve waited for you, but he’s had a particularly hard day today, and amid all the commotion he forgot that you wouldn’t be there to comfort him. He’s thinking about you the entire bus ride home but it never clicks. He thinks about how he’ll stop you from cooking and order takeout, he’ll ask you to ride him as you guys wait, he’ll make sure you take it slow, savoring the way you guys feel together, how your bodies mold into one another perfectly. 

He fattens up in his pants as he unlocks the front door, he swears he can hear the TV on inside. He thinks about how you’ll tell him all about whatever new show you’ve found while he undresses you. 

He’s met with the most hollow feeling when he opens his door and reality stabs straight into his heart. 

Tears well in his eyes as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He keeps breathing slowly as he takes his shoes off, and as he puts his coat up. He starts breathing out through his mouth when the hollow feeling doesn’t leave, he keeps it up as he unpacks his bag, setting everything back in its proper place for the weekend, and he starts up a pot of tea. It’s all futile though, because his tears come pouring out the moment he sits on the bed, your faint scent gets pushed out of the cushioning and the hollow feeling becomes part of his bones. 

He can’t even function for the rest of the night, he turns the stove off through his watery gaze and buries himself in the blankets. Surrounding himself in your scent as he cries himself to sleep. 

He’s soft and sensitive when he wakes up, a state you know how to handle perfectly. But you’re not home. He has his usual morning delirium as he reaches out for you, reality slapping him as he feels your cold side of the bed. 

He rolls over onto his stomach, burying his face in your pillow- the only thing on the bed that still smells like you. 

Three more days. 

His cock is already twitching against the mattress as he huffs your scent, he whines at the stimulation. He wants to be a good boy. You asked him to wait for you, you said he could touch himself but you wanted his balls full for you. But you must not have understood how hard this would be for him. His hips are already grinding into the mattress. 

She won’t find out. Can’t. She’s not here.

He reaches out blindly for your side dresser, knowing you keep spare underwear in there. He feels something a bit hard and his head raises quickly to see what it is. His cock spasms at the sight. 

His mind flashes back to two weeks ago. One night, you and Marc were a little too drunk and way too needy. He pulled your panties to the side, fucked you, and let you soak it in your juices as he came over your stomach. He was too tired to clean you up so Steven took over after Marc fell asleep. You were sleeping so in an attempt to cause less of a commotion he just threw your panties in this drawer. He must’ve forgotten to get rid of it. 

Fuck. 

His hand is shaking as he brings it up to his face. There are dried white streaks of your arousal running all over the crotch, a small circle of it from where your pussy cried for him. He can’t help but moan at the sight and brings the fabric to his nose. It still smells like you, like her. His tongue is darting out to taste it before his brain has even finished processing your smell. His cock spurts out loads of pre-cum into his briefs as he starts to thrust against the bed again. He pushes your pillow down to his crotch with one hand as the other holds your old, dried panties to his face.

He feels so dirty as he does this, almost disgusted with himself but pleasure clouds his mind over as he feels the softness of your pillow on his pulsing dick. It’s comparable to how your pussy feels to him, not as warm and nowhere near as wet but just as soft.

He’s face first on the bed, your panties directly over his face the way your pussy would be, his tongue prodding at where your pretty little hole should be. He’s groaning out your name in half sobs, wishing you were here, wishing you were the one touching him because as good as this all feels… you still feel so much better. 

He feels the molten pleasure work its way up his spine, he feels his balls begin to throb with the load they’ve prepared. He feels it coming, he can feel how much there’ll be and a pang of guilt that he’s not saving it for you. He knows how much you love when he fills you up, how whiny you get when you’re packed full of his load, how you mutter his name on repeat, begging him to fill you up. 

But the thought just works him further to the edge, he can feel his muscles tighten as his dick starts to pulse, he feels relief just out of reach, and a small guilty smile spreads over his face at how good this is going to feel. His mind races through scenes of you, unable to choose one to cum to, your name rests on the tip of his tongue as his hips stutter into the pillow one last time before

nothing happens.

He can feel his orgasm at the tip of his cock, right there and he wants you. He forms scene after scene in his head of how many different ways you’ll touch him when you get back. He thinks about how many times you’ll make him cum, how you’ll coo over his overfilled, swollen balls, how you’ll apologize to him as you fuck him into oblivion but nothing gets close to how he feels when your hands are on him. He needs you.

The realization is accompanied by a teary whimper of your name into the pillow.

The teary whimper is followed by an angelic sound of “Steven?”

His head snaps up and he’s scrambling out of bed before he can rationalize the fact that you’re not supposed to be home for another four days. 

But you’re actually here. 

You’re smiling at him as you place your coat on the rack, your boots already off and eyebrows raised as you wait for him to make his way over to you. He’s standing in the doorway frozen. He thinks he’s lost it, that he was right, all these days without you did drive him insane. 

I told her this would happen. 

His eyes well with tears as he tries to will himself to see the truth. His fists are bunching at his sides, angry at the hope he felt when he thought he heard you calling his name, having already been riled up at his futile attempt at relief. 

You’re growing concerned under his indecipherable stare. “Steven?” He gasps and his eyes widen. You approach him slowly and cautiously, worried at this odd reaction. He takes a hesitant step toward you and gasps at the small amused smile that blooms on your lips. 

“Are you okay, Stevie? I wanted to surprise you but you seem-” You pause to look him up and down, finally taking him all in and noticing the bulge and wet patch in his pants. Your expression changes from shock to sultry disappointment. “You seem like you’ve been bad.”

His eyes are still wide and watery. “Are you really here?”

Your mask drops with a sad smile. “Of course I am, baby. Did you miss me that much?” He envelopes you in a hug, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a shaky groan. 

“I m-missed you so much. I’ve been good.” He’s already got that distant, airy, aroused tone as he speaks. “I didn’t cum. I- ” He’s started to grind against you already, his bulge pressing itself into your thigh over and over as he grips your shoulders. He’s moved to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your conditioner. “I wanted to- I tried.” 

His voice breaks at the end and you can’t stand it anymore. You grab the hair on the back of his head and roughly work him to your lips, relishing in the loud moan that breaks from his throat as your lips meet his. He’s trying to lick into your mouth immediately and you let him, you’ve missed the way he tastes. Only, when his tongue presses into yours, he tastes different… something familiar but it’s not him. You pull away confused and Steven’s lips chase yours with a whine. You have to hold his face away from yours to get his attention. 

“Steven, what is that?” He’s too delirious to understand what you’re asking, he just tilts his head like a puppy. You try not to let your endearment show through, attempting to be stern. “What’s that taste?” You can see his recognition flash over his face as he realizes what you’re asking but he starts shaking his head slowly and pulling you back in. “It’s just you, darling.”

You let him kiss you as you process, his words paired with the vaguely familiar taste let it click. You’re moaning into his mouth and pressing your thigh back into his weeping cock, earning a grateful moan from him. 

You walk him back to the bedroom desperately. You’ve been yearning for him as much as he has for you. You spent nights rolling around in bed, clit pulsing for him, unsatisfied with your ministrations. You tried fingering yourself but your fingers were nowhere near as long or as thick as his, you couldn’t hit the same spots he could. You tried. You push him onto the bed with a grunt and notice a pair of undies where your pillow should be. Confusion flies over your face before you look back at Steven, noticing his red face.

‘I tried’ 

The memory of what Steven said earlier finally makes sense to you. It also explained his desperate, disheveled state, why he was leaking and yearning for you. 

Arousal shoots between your legs like a jolt of electricity as you picture the scene; Steven grinding against- your pillow it seems- as he sniffed and licked at your panties. 

That’s why my taste was on his tongue…

Steven’s face is still burning red, looking anywhere but at you, as his hips uncontrollably twitch up for you, it brings a fond smile to your face. You take off your pants, matching him in your bottoms, and place yourself on his clothed bulge with a moan. You meant to tease him but it was already affecting you more than you anticipated. His hips are already thrusting into yours, his hands on your hips to hold you- press you down into him. He’s moaning out for you, whining about how good you feel but still trying to hide his face in his shoulder.

You give in and swivel your hips against him, earning a whole new level of volume from Steven. His hands aren’t just resting on your hips, they’re running all over your body wildly, grabbing and groping anything he comes across. You lean down to his ear and begin your questioning.

“So what are m- shit. What are my panties d-doing over here, S-Steven?” His name accidentally comes out as a moan as he drags your clit right over the tip of his dick. He’s not even looking at you, his eyes are fixed on where he’s rubbing you against himself, the way his tip dips into your soft skin and leaves streaks of his pre all along the fabric. His jaw is dropped open and little pants make their way past his wet lips. 

You can see this feral look in his eyes that you’ve never witnessed. He’s told you drunkenly how badly he craves you but you’ve never actually seen it, you’ve never really believed him. Like this, though? You can see what he was talking about. You can tell that he’s zeroed in on how good you’re making him feel, you don’t think he even heard you, too entranced with how he’s moving you along his cock. 

Your pussy clenches at the thought and he can feel it. He falls back against the bed with a groan before propping himself up on his elbows to pull you both back against the headboard. He whimpers at the momentary loss of friction but smiles once he can collapse onto the board while still staring at you. His hands come back to grip your hips, upset that you’ve stopped moving your hips without his help but you stop him. You lean forward on him, pressing most of your weight on his tip, he gasps and grips your arms with a moan. “Please! Oh Gods-”

You silence him with a short kiss, pulling away before he’s satisfied. He starts to mumble pleas to you again but your finger is pressed into his lips, he licks them, tasting your finger in the process and moaning at the taste of your skin. “Stevie…” You pause and he sighs at the sound of his name on your lips. “Did you use my underwear to get off?”

His eyes widen and dart to where they lay, exposed on the bed. You feel his cock twitch under you and you have to bite your lip to hold in a whine at the way it rubbed over your clit. He’s embarrased but turned on at the fact that he thought you’d never find out but you still did. The way that he could never hide anything from you, the way you don’t seem upset at the fact you caught him.

“I needed you so b- bad an’ you- an’ everything smells like you. I- I’m sorry.” He drops his head onto your shoulder as his hips slowly grind into you. “ ‘M sorry, alrigh’?” His accent gets heavier as he grinds into you more deliberately. “I just- I jus’ -oh I needed you so b-bad.” He whimpers into your neck, trying to muffle himself in there. You’re lost in the feeling, in his words as he humps his cock into you. He’s kissing along your neck, sometimes just licking at your sweat and moaning at the taste. His hips were starting to twitch and stutter into yours, his moans pitched up and his hands began to bruise into your skin. “I’m-”

You lift off of him. “No- Wh-y? P-please.” You ignore his plea and pull your shirt and underwear off as he scrambles to do the same. “Are we gonna-?” You smile at him softly and prepare for your confession. 

“I couldn’t get off without you, Steven.” You shift your weight nervously as he just stares at you. “I- My fingers aren’t enough anymore.” You whine at him and his cock jumps, leaking onto the sheets as he reaches out for you. He pulls you into a kiss and fumbles to take your bra off. He lets you climb over him again and moans into your mouth as you line him up with your soaked hole. “Put it in. Put it in- shit. P- put- ” He’s cut off by both your moans as you sink onto him. 

“Fuck I can t-tell your- fuck.” He whines out as you as you squeeze around him. “Your little fingers aren’t enough t’properly stretch you f’me hm?” His eyes roll back and his eyebrows draw inward as you grind onto his cock. You try to keep a steady pace but his tip is slamming right into your G-Spot, pressing into it no matter what he does, no matter how you move. Your legs give out halfway through a thrust and your body slams down onto him. He groans your name and hugs your body close, planting his feet on the mattress and fucking into you slowly.

“S’it too much?” You moan his name into his ear and his cock jumps inside you. “Fuck I’m-mm” His words get drawn into a whine as his thrusts slowly lose rhythm. Your pussy begins to clench on him, arousal coiling in your stomach at the telltale signs that he’s gonna cum. Steven’s hand comes to cradle your head into his neck, stoking your hair softly and whispering soft assurances and begs for you to cum around him. 

“‘M right here. I’ll take care of ‘ye, keep you nice an’ safe. C’mon. Give it t-to me.” Your orgasm explodes inside you like a solar flare. It bursts in your stomach and ripples throughout your whole body, moans are shoved from your mouth, almost deafening Steven with their volume and pitch but they only push him over the edge. His cock twitches violently inside you before releasing a torrent of cum. He tries to stay semi-calm as his orgasm crashes over him, his stomach won’t stop tensing under you and his mouth can’t shut. He can’t hold any of his moans in as his balls empty themselves inside you. 

He feels like it’ll never end, he’s at his peak for what feels like years. He can hear you distantly whining about how full you feel, about how much he’s filling you up. His hips have a mind of their own as he ruts into you pathetically, doing anything he can to prolong his euphoric high. He feels tears spring to his eyes, unable to believe that you could make him feel so good. He feels your lips over his mouth that’s propped open on a silent moan. He’s panting out whines down your throat as you whisper praises to him.

“W- It won’t stop. It- f-feels so go-od” He’s gasping at you as he speaks, his entire body shaking as his cock spurts out more ropes into you. You’re leaking all over his thighs, unable to hold all the cum he’s pumping into you. He moans out your name one last time before his body goes limp, and his cock finally stops spitting into you. He’s incoherent for quite some time, fading in and out of consciousness. 

He always whines out for you when he wakes up, sniffing and huffing until some part of you comes in contact with him. Once it does he’s pulling you into a crushing hug and doesn’t let go for at least another hour.

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[mkfluffluv]

Comfort

STEVEN GRANT X GN READER , SLIGHT MARC SPECTOR AND JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : you decide to use the spare key to steven's apartment and find that he isn't home. when he does come home though, steven is in a terrible mood and wants all the love you can possibly give.

for the sake of this not being awkward, marc and layla signed the divorce papers. this takes place after the events of moon knight and they know of jake's existence. also english is not my first language so please excuse the mistakes. leave me requests !!!

like and reblogs appreciated !!!

warnings : none. this is literally just pure tooth-rotting fluff and steven being a big lovable baby.

word count : 1,119

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You close the door behind you, the lack of your boyfriend anywhere in the apartment making you frown. The plan was to come over to spend some time with Steven since your place felt too empty but you were utterly disappointed when you find that he wasn't even home yet.

Swear to god if Donna had put the poor man in inventory again, you are personally going to go over there and claw her face off. Which you'd offered to do so many times before but Steven always assures you that he's got it handled. Every day you pray he'll change his mind just so you get to slap that annoying face of hers.

You push the violent thoughts away as you make your way over to his desk where a clutter of books on ancient Egypt history lay on top. Shaking your head at Steven's usual untidiness, you gather a bunch of them and start to clean up for him. You're sure he'd appreciate the help.

-

It starts with just the desk, and then his bed, and his shelves, and after a while, you've pretty much started to clean up the whole place. Gosh, you knew Steven could be a mess at times but the place was in such disarray, that it took you around an hour for the apartment to even be moderately clean.

In the middle of picking up clothes strewn about the floor, you hear the clicking of the door being opened then closed, and lo and behold, there stands your sweet Steven looking tired as ever.

It only takes a few small steps till you're standing face to face with him. You place a hand gently to his face, Steven immediately leaning into your touch. You resist the urge to coo at his endearing behavior and give a soft peck to his slightly pouting lips. "What's happened, love?" The nickname falls out of your mouth with no hesitation.

Steven doesn't respond. Instead, he opens his arms and you naturally fall into them, letting the man hold you against his body tightly with your own arms wrapping around his waist. "Just missed you." He mumbles into your hair. This time, you let the small coo come out. Can't help it, he's just too adorable.

After a while of just holding each other and your hands drawing comforting circles around his back, Steven eventually pulls away and looks at you with tired eyes. "Do you have work tomorrow?" You shake your head. "Can you stay, then?" He asks timidly. A smile makes its way up your face. A shy Steven is a 10 times more adorable Steven.

You give him a kiss on the cheek, "Go get changed," A kiss on the forehead, "then we'll head straight to bed." And finally a kiss to his lips. "Does that sound good?" Steven nods, the frown on his face gone, replaced by a weary smile.

He hesitates for a second, still wanting to stay by your side so your warmth doesn't leave him until Jake in the mirror tells him to "get a move on, so we can cuddle and sleep." Steven grumbles and drags his feet towards the closet, then the bathroom to get changed.

You change into your own pajamas that you keep in his closet for days like these and head towards the bed. You fluff up the pillows, ready the blankets, and try to make the cheap mattress look and feel as comfortable as possible.

Steven walks out of the bathroom in a plain white shirt and sweatpants. You sit on the edge of the bed and pat the space beside you, urging him to come and sit down as well.

He does so but then lays his head across your lap instead of just sitting beside you. He grabs one of your hands and places it on his head where you immediately start playing with his hair. This is pretty much the usual routine for you both whenever you stay over so it comes naturally to you.

It's silent for a while, no conversation is had between you two as you gently rub at Steven's head, massaging his scalp and letting the sweet man relax on your lap. Eventually, though, curiosity just got the best of you.

"Why'd you come home so late?" You ask him. Steven scoffs and turns his head towards you, his hands crossed in front of his chest.

"Someone," He pointedly glares in front of him. At the mirror where Marc or Jake is probably standing there guiltily, then turns away. "Decided to interrupt me at work. Donna didn't like that, thought I was going mental and I got put in inventory." And the violent thoughts are back again. You wish you could poke her eyes out or something. You voice these thoughts to him.

"Steven?" He hums in response. "My offer to claw her face off still stands." Your statement gets a bright laugh out of him.

-

Eventually, after talking about his awful day for about 30 minutes, Steven's eyes start to get droopy and his yawns start to interrupt his story more often than not.

You lay down on the bed, taking Steven with you. He's visibly startled by your sudden strength but gets comfortable quickly. He loops his arms around your middle and pulls you closer to him.

Steven snuggles closer into your chest, and visibly relaxes as you run your fingers through his hair again. A small smile makes its way up your face at the adorableness that is Steven Grant cuddled up close to you. You continue to play with his curls until Steven's breathing eventually slows and he falls into a deep sleep.

Which lasts for about 5 minutes when the arm around you suddenly tightens its hold on your waist. When he looks up, you are greeted by tired but confused eyes. Gone was the innocence and pureness that laid in those eyes, now replaced by a more stern and less relaxed gaze.

"Go back to sleep, Marc." You say, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head. "You all need some rest." Marc doesn't argue, the sudden fatigue and stress confused him but he eventually gives in to exhaustion and falls back asleep.

At first, you expected Jake to come out this time, maybe wanting a small kiss to the head as well but after half an hour of waiting, the only movement coming from him was only the soft rise and fall of his broad chest. You decide to give him another kiss anyway, just in case. Holding your love closer to you and nuzzling into his hair, you finally let yourself drift off to sleep as well.

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[moonlight-prose]

✧ ECHOES OF YOU ✧

a/n: i had planned to be done with this days ago, but steven's inspo was nowhere to be found. so this is written the day before and it might be a mess, but we're going with it. not going to lie i suck at dialogue most of the time, so this being mainly dialogue makes me a bit anxious. hopefully y'all enjoy.

day twelve - mutual masturbation + phone sex | kinktober 2023

summary: "it was its own kind of torture to be without him for so long. steven had gotten used to calling it a recipe for disaster."

word count: 1.8k+

pairing: steven grant x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk like so much, needy steven, dirty pictures, a slight bit of angst.

Five days.

That’s how long it’s been since your boyfriend up and joined Marc Spector on a mission they couldn’t tell you anything about. Five days since he planted a soft kiss to your lips with the promise of seeing you in a maximum of three days. You couldn’t blame Steven. Not when he’d been worried about even leaving you behind in the first place. After several hours of talking and saying you’d be okay, his mind settled a bit.

Yet there you lay. Alone in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater and staring at his contact name on your phone. The glow a bright white against your face. You hesitated on pressing the call button, too afraid of what might come from the other end. But you missed his voice. Ached to hear him say a few sentences, wish you a good night, say he loved you.

So you pressed it, dragged it up to your ear, and listened anxiously as the phone rang slowly.

There was no guarantee that he’d pick up. You were pretty sure that he didn’t even have his phone on him. The small device traded in for something discreet and off the grid. But that didn’t stop your heart from hammering in your chest with each ring of the phone—the sound echoing in your head like a damn bell that would never stop. You shouldn’t be doing this; shouldn’t be disturbing him when something important happens.

Except then the line crackled, the incessant ringing finally giving way to the echo of him.

“Love?”

Hearing Steven’s voice was like a punch to your chest. The sound of it, the accent you missed dearly, simply the way he breathed all amounted to that painful twinge in your body. The same one that twisted like a fucking knife as he repeated the endearment he called you. His voice filled with concern.

“Steven,” you breathed, emotion practically dripping from your voice.

You could hear the panic in his voice rise. “Is something wrong? Are you okay? What’s happened?”

“I’m okay baby,” you mumbled, picking at a loose thread on the sweater. “Just missed you is all.”

He sighed in relief, a small laugh filtering through the phone. “I miss you too. Marc’s nearly done here and I’ll be home soon.”

It was its own kind of torture to be without him for so long. Steven had gotten used to calling it a recipe for disaster. Neither of you being able to handle long lengths of time without hearing each other’s voices, feeling the tender touches you’d grown so used to. You wanted to reach through the phone and press your hands against his chest. Hear the way his heart beat strong and steady in his chest.

At least then you’d know he was okay.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” you murmured, staring up at his ceiling.

You could practically hear the grin in his voice. “What I’m doing? Or what I’m wearing.”

“Don’t be cheeky Steven.” Marc was beginning to wear off on him and even you had to admit it was beginning to fluster you beyond your control.

“I’m in a hotel room.”

“Mmm.” You shifted until you were propped up on some pillows. “Sounds romantic.”

He chuckled, the sound shooting down to your stomach and causing your heart to skip a beat. “It’s…”

“Seedy? Debauched? A place for people to fuck and nothing else?” You grinned at the sound of him choking on his spit, a cough echoing through the speaker. You’d placed the phone on your chest, setting him to speaker in the hopes that his voice would envelop the entire flat. That it would soak right into your skin.

The question from before resurfaces. Only this time…you aren’t the one to ask it.

His voice comes in lower than before, a soft rasp to it that usually came when he was between your thighs—brown eyes dark and all consuming. It has your breath hitching in your chest. A flutter going through your stomach at the sound. You could practically see him in your mind. The outline of his muscles beneath his shirt—or Marc’s shirt to be exact.

You could practically see him above you, the way his cheeks flushed a darker shade, eyes dilated as he took in what you looked like beneath him. Ever the observant man you fell in love with. You craved seeing him like that now. Needed to feel like you were close enough to touch, even if he wasn’t in the same country.

“What are you wearing love?” His voice was a bit hesitant, still a bit nervous to instigate things like this, but it made you clench around nothing.

“Steven,” you breathed, shifting your legs together and feeling a trickle of wetness pool in your panties.

“Tell me.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, hands spreading along the sheets. “Your sweater. The one that has a hole in the side.”

“The blue one?”

You nodded, only to remember he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.”

He hummed softly, the echo of something shifting in the background coming through the speaker. Perhaps he was simply laying down. Or even getting comfortable. But then you heard it. The whisper of a zipper being pulled down, of denim being shucked off—his breaths getting heavier as he held you there in silence. A soft whine left your mouth, hands sliding down to your thighs because you knew what he was doing. What he was about to ask you to do.

“Are you…” He cut himself off with a shaky breath.

Nodding, you pulled off your panties and deposited them at the end of the bed, his sweater getting shoved up your body. “Yeah baby. I am.”

“Good.”

A shiver rolled down your spine, mouth parting when your fingers dipped even lower, teasing the seam of your pussy just as he would. “Wish you were here.”

He let out a heavy breath, a noise coming from the back of his throat, and you could practically see the image in your mind. Of his hand moving to wrap around his cock. You wondered if he was already dripping for you, if the head was read and swollen. What you wouldn’t give to take him into your mouth at this time. To taste the salty tang of him spread along on your tongue.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I’ll be home soon I swear. I’ll drag Marc back if I have to.”

Your lips pulled into a smile. “I don’t think he’d be happy about that.”

“Don’t care.” He gritted his teeth. “Wanna hold you love. I need it.”

A mewl broke free when you finally slid your fingers through your wet heat, gathering the slick that practically dripped down your inner thigh and swirled it around your clit. Sparks flooded your senses. That feeling you’d been unable to achieve without Steven. Still even as you built up the release that would no doubt come, it felt different. Lonely.

“Are you touching yourself?” you panted, shifting your hips to give yourself better access.

“Yeah.” His voice was high, whispered in the darkness of his hotel room, and it was fucking delicious.

“Spit on it for me.”

A broken sound tore from his chest, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. The sound of him shuffling to lean forward, his spit now covering his cock, echoed lewdly in the empty flat. Causing you to gasp softly when you sunk two fingers into yourself. Grinding against the heel of your palm to chase the friction you needed.

“Want you to—hng—put three fingers.” He pumped his cock rapidly, the wet sounds of it reverberating against your chest—filling you with the senses you longed to have in person.

Adding another finger, you moaned his name, head tipping back and legs stretching out to make more room. “Steven. I’m—oh fuck I’m r-right there.”

He grunted, spitting again and you could see it as if he were right in front of you. How slick his length would be. The way his hand would glide easily over it, thumb pressing right beneath the head just the way he loved. You wanted him to fuck your mouth, to spill messily down your throat, but you’d settle for this. The sound of him whining and moaning—the sounds so perfect they were now forever etched into your mind.

“‘M gonna fuck you when I get home,” he said softly, breaths coming in short as he sped up his movements.

You moaned, your other hand reaching up and teasing your nipple. “W-Where?”

“T-The—ah—” He keened, the wet echo of him fucking his fist nearly sending you over the edge. “Kitchen.”

“Shit,” you gasped, curling your fingers in the hopes that you could mimic how he moved his. “Yeah baby? On the table?”

“Uh-huh.”

You felt the pull in your body, the way it went taut as your fingers curled just right. He must have heard you make a sound, his voice now filtering through the lust filled haze of your mind. If there’s one thing about Steven it was that his nerves dropped when things were going. He became a man starved. Devouring you every way he knew how, and even over the phone did he draw you tight, dragging you over the edge.

“I can hear your pussy love,” he breathed. “Gonna cum for me?”

Nodding, you gasped, pulling at your nipple and pretending it was his teeth. “S-Steven—”

“Do it. Fuck…please I’ll cum with you.” His breathy whine did you in. Ripped your release right from your body and shoving you over the edge.

A soft cry of his name echoed in the flat, your eyes fluttering shut and thighs trembling as he tipped over with you. Over the hum in your ears, you heard him moan your name—a drawn out long sound that shoved you even higher. Prolonging your pleasure you rubbed quick circles over your clit. Gasping, you tore your hand away as pain began to filter in, your body humming with an overwhelming amount of bliss.

He shuffled, a soft ding coming in through the silence, and you lifted the phone slowly. Blinking to clear the daze. Until you saw it. The picture was dark and slightly blurry, but you could make out Steven’s hand holding his cock—cum dripping down his hand and onto his stomach. You moaned softly, rubbing your thighs together as your mouth watered.

“How long until you’re home?” you asked softly, eyes glued to the vein that ran down his length.

He breathed a laugh. “Soon.” A small pout formed on your lips and as if he could see it through the phone, his voice came through again. “I promise love.”

“Okay,” you replied, lifting your phone and angling it—catching the perfect image of your pussy covered in the shiny wetness that also coated your fingers. Steven’s breath hitching as it sent and a soft needy sound coming through made you smile. “See you soon baby.”

#steven grant x f!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant smut #steven grant #moon knight smut #my writing #kinktober 2023

[nowritingonthewall]

Wake me up before you go-go

Fandom: Moon Knight

Pairing: Steven Grant / gn!reader

Word count: 600

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

“Mmmmhhmmmmorning, love!” 

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[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 1

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

synopsis : in which a schizophrenic teenager could see a certain god

takes place after the Marvel series Moon Knight, may have spoilers?

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic)reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader

i will be using she/her pronouns

~~~

A/N : this is all over the place btw, also fun fact, i have schizophrenia so that's kind of what motivated me in writing this. i'm going off of what i experience. pls enjoy <3

also if you want to be in the taglist, please ask! its not a problem

TW : mental disorders, child abandonment, language, fighting(?) let me know if i missed anything.

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some would say its freaky,

others would say its like a superpower, like seeing ghosts is cool right?

you would say its a bit of both

you had schizophrenia, a mental disorder you have had for the past couple years, causing you to have hallucinations such as seeing shadows nobody else can, or fire where theres not fire, and that had absolutely nothing to do with ghosts, and you were labeled delusional by many peers.

you didn't take offense to it, because you were delusional. in fact your disorganized thinking has gotten you in trouble.

not because you're stupid, no, but because of others at your school making fun of you for it, you think its ok to beat them up for it.

which only fueled it. it caused others happiness to see you in trouble.

it also causes you to get suspended a lot.

such as now.

you were heading up to your apartment that you stayed in alone, since your parents dumped you in the street when you were young, and going through too many foster homes was a pain so you chose to just get your own place to call a home.

you just worked at an average paying coffee shop near your school, which you had to walk to.

you could either pay rent on time or get a car, so you thought that some cardio each morning and evening wouldn't be too bad.

you got into the elevator and saw another... man.. as well. he was in a bird costume and he was staring- or you thought he was staring at you.

"'scuse me." you move your arm past the extremely tall man to press your floors button. the bird man looked down at you with its creepy mask, and you tried to ignore it until it touched your shoulder and gasped.

you jumped and stepped away from him, thinking he was just a weirdo messing with you.

you could sense the guy staring at you so you turned your head to him. "you need something?" you ask him, to which he shakes his head slowly.

you nod and look away, but turning back when you see that nothing was attaching his head to his body, also now noticing the huge scary stick with a cresent moon on it.

your eyes widen and your breath hitches, as soon as the elevator hit your floor, you get off and speed walk to your apartment. unlocking the door took 4 tries, but that's only because you just saw some sort of demon.

your breath quickens as you finally open the door and slam it shut behind you and lock it.

you lean back against the door and listen for anything, and after a couple minutes of that, you got up and threw your bag on the couch and took of your shoes.

~~~

it had been about an hour since you got home, and you were hungry so you got up off your bed after pausing your favorite show on your phone to go to the kitchen, tossing your phone on your bed.

when you stepped into the kitchen area, you got out y/f/f and y/f/d, only to hear a knock at your door.

you stiffen up and feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. turning you head to the door, you curse yourself for scratching out the peephole since you were paranoid that someone could see you from the other side.

even though you've tried to look through it and didn't see anything.

you slowly get a wooden bat from near the door, holding it so whoever was out there couldn't see it. putting on a brave face, you open the door to see just a normal man.

he had short wavy dark hair, he also had a smile on his face as he waved at you.

"'ello there." he greeted, you loosening your grip on your bat a little as you smile back.

"hey, can i help you?" you ask him. he nods and runs a hand through his hair.

"actually, id just like to introduce myself." he starts with his british accent. "im steven. uhm- steven grant, i live a couple doors down and i realized i know all my neighbors except you." he explains, using hand gestures while he speaks

"well, my names y/n. do you need anything else?" you ask as nicely as you can, starting to feel intimidated by the taller man.

he darts his eyes to your shiny door knob for a split second.

"uh- well, I-"

"ok cool, goodbye." you cut him off starting to shut your door when you see steven shake his head like a dog then stop the door with his hand, glaring at you all of a sudden.

you furrow your brows at this, and tighten your grip on the bat as you try and push the door closed when the man pushed it open, almost making you fall backwards, him immediately slamming it back closed after.

you hurry and swing your bat at the man, but he catches it in his hands before it could hit him. he yanks it from your grip and tosses it aside.

your breathing quickens, and you back away from him, looking around the room for anything to help you when you spot a vase you found at a thrift store.

'oh well, it was only 2 dollars..'

you pick it up and chuck it at the man who was getting closer to you, only for him to block it with his arm, still breaking and cutting his arm.

he looked offended, and looked at the small cut it made, before turning to you who starts running towards your room, hearing him chasing after you.

you of course, a 16 year old girl, is slower than an adult man so he catches up before you get halfway to your room.

he yanks on the back of your shirt and pulls you to him so that he has an arm wrapped around your flailing arms to keep them still and a hand covering your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

"calm down, kid." he orders, his british accent gone and turned into an american one, making you confused.

you try to kick him which results in him tightening his hold on you as a warning.

he takes a breath, you feel him shake his head from behind you. "you done? i just gotta ask you something" he tells you in a cocky tone.

"are you gonna be quiet?" he asks you, and when you nod frantically he takes the hand off your mouth and moves it to hold you better to not risk you running off.

you take a couple shaky breaths. "good." he starts. "now, are you one of them?" this made you confused more than anything.

"o-one of what?" you ask him quietly. you hear him scoff.

"don't play dumb with me, kid." he starts. "you know what? let me just see your arms." which made you even more confused.

before you could say anything, he turns you around and lifts up your sleeves and looks both your arms over before letting go and running a hand through his hair in defeat.

you back up as soon as he turned around to pace about your apartment. you stand there awkwardly, watching this stranger pace around and and start yelling at anything with a reflective surface.

"yes, i know she could see him!" you hear him yelling into a mirror you had hanging on one of your walls, the thing that made your stomach twist was the fact that the reflection wasnt matching the person.

"oh my god..-" you mutter to yourself, going to go sit on your couch, far enough away from 'steven', but close enough to make sure he doesn't do anything.

"no! you cant have control, i need to know why she-"

"marc" the man in the mirror makes eye contact with you and points in your direction.

he whips his head around at you and walks over to you, putting an arm on each side of you, caging you in between him and the couch you wish you could lean back more in.

"how are you doing that?" he asks lowly. you don't answer, which makes him mad.

he slams a hand down, making you jump. "i asked you a question and i expect an answer." he begins. "are you trying to unleash ammit again? huh? maybe a friend of harrow trying to get revenge?" he lists off making you tilt your head in confusion.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" you gain confidence, which makes the man furrowed his brows at you.

"you don't- shut up steven" he looks to the mirror, to which you look as well.

the guy in the mirror sees that you're looking at him, so he turns to you. "you can hear me, can't you? see me too?" he asks rhetorically. you nod slowly and take a deep breath.

the man in the mirror was the man at the door, but the guy who pushed his way in? you had no clue.

"marc, please let me talk to her properly!" he turns back to the guy still hovering over you. "you're scaring her!" he pleads, which makes the guy above you roll his eyes.

he jumps up and shakes his head again, this time looking back at you with a small smile.

"so. i take it you've met marc, eh?" he asks, sitting next to you instead of threatening you, yet you still lean back.

"what?" you are completely clueless.

"listen, i'll explain the best i can, is that alright?" he asks you carefully, and you nod.

"right! so i'm steven" he gestures to himself. "and that's marc" he points to the mirror, to see 'marc' shaking his head. "we are two people that live in the same body, do you get it?" he asks you, and you nod again.

"so it was y/n right?" another nod. "thats a nice name, i'm so sorry about marc by the way." he apologizes for marc.

you just stare at steven in shock, not knowing what to say. "whats ammit?" you eventually speak up, making steven hum in thought. "and all those other things he was talking about" you question.

steven chuckles breathily, and claps his hands together lightly. "well, marc would be better at explaining it than me, plus its getting late and i-"

"let me out steven"

"no"

you look between the two arguing, and smile slightly. "steven i wont hurt her just let me out. just for a minute." marc argues from the mirror.

steven sighs and rubs his hands down his face and looks to you. "is it alright if marc comes out for a minute?" he asks you, to which you hesitantly nod.

and another head shake later, a more stern expression takes over the once friendly face, signalling marc was back.

he smirks at you and helps you up by your hands all of a sudden, making you gasp.

"hey, kid i'm not gonna hurt ya, just let me show you something" he chuckles to himself.

"what are you-" before you can finish your sentence, he turn you around, back pressed against his chest and him holding your shoulders to keep you from moving too much.

you hear him chuckle again, moving you so that you're facing an open space in your home. you become confused again at why marc thought this was funny.

"khonshu" marc says as he tightens his grip on your shoulders.

you were about to just walk away when the bird demon phases through the wall, and starts walking towards you and marc.

your eyes widen and you try to get away from it, but marc prevented that and began walking you closer to the extremely tall bird, you still trying to get marc off you.

"nO-" you start to yell curses at the man holding you, hes just forcing you towards the bird with a smile on his face.

"so the little mortal can see me" a voice comes from the birds direction.

you stare up at the skeletal head which is tilted curiously in your direction, you frozen not knowing what to do.

"careful y/n, he can smell fear" marc whispers in your ear, making you jump and turn your head to him. he had taken his hands off you, just hovering behind you to block you from running.

"marc stop it! y/n! he cant smell fear he's just a dumb pigeon" you hear steven from the mirror.

"i chose the wrong day to get suspended." you mumble to yourself.

the death pigeon takes a small step closer to you, and you cant help but panic so you take you best shot and punch the bony beak as hard as you can.

your hand feels like its on fire as you hold it to your chest. the bird has turned away holding its beak and marc was staring at you in shock from behind you.

"oH MY GOD!" you shout. "i'm so sorry i-i didn't-"

you get cut off by marc laughing behind you, turning around you glare at him.

he sighs and shakes his head. "aw man, you got spunk, kid." he tells you. clutching you hand to your chest you turn back around to the bird, whos looking at you.

"'m sorry" you apologize to him. he grunts and looks to marc.

"can we keep it?" he asks marc, but stevens the one to answer from the mirror.

"shes not an 'it', khonshu."

"can it, worm"

"oh, i get it now" you say, all heads turning to you. "this isn't real" you deadpan. "i'm dreaming again" you try to convince yourself.

"what?" marc asks confused, giving you a look.

"mhmm. what time is it?" you frantically look around.

"its 8:12" steven says from the mirror making your eyes widen. "shit"

you speed walk to your bathroom to retrieve an orange pill bottle before taking two out and swallowing them dry in the middle of your living room.

the three just looking at you in confusion. "whats that for?" steven asks.

"look for yourself." you toss the bottle to marc, a rattling echoes through the room as you shuffle through your kitchen for some new food.

marc wanders into the kitchen area, khonshu looking at all the random stuff you had laying around. "you're schizophrenic?" he asks you, making you turn to him.

"no, they gave me the wrong bottle." you answer sarcastically, marc giving you a look. "yeah. its pretty severe and its probably why i can see your.. weird friend." you gesture to khonshu, whos poking the ceiling with his moon stick.

marc sighs. "if its so bad that you can see an egyptian god then how come your parents dont do anything about it?" he asks kind of rudely.

you look up at him and snatch your pills back from his hand. "i live alone. i dont know where my parents are." you say truthfully, the sympathetic look on marcs face being unseen as you turn back around to put the bottle on the counter.

"listen kid, you cant tell anyone about this alright?" marc gestures to everything around him. you shrug.

"whatever" you mutter, forgetting about the food and moving to pick up the broken pieces of the vase that are scattered across the floor.

you gather the jagged piece of dried clay and throw them away, ignoring the stares from the three beings in the room.

sitting down again on the couch, you put your head in your hands for a second before running them down your face and leaning back, staring at the wall as you feel the couch dip from beside you.

theres a quiet sigh. "would it be innapropriate to invite you over for supper?" thats stevens voice again. you look to him and shrug again. "is this an elaborate sceme to murder me?" you ask him seriously.

you see him internally panic. "oH- nononononono- i just noticed you didnt have much in your cupboards, thats all" he confesses, and you look over to your open cabinets and notice that you do in fact, have barely any food.

you crack your neck and nod to yourself. “only if you elaborate on all of.. this." you gesture to the murder bird and marc in the reflection of the mirror.

steven nods and smiles to you. "of course" he agrees and helps you up, leaving your apartment to go over to the messy one a few doors down.

that night you made a couple weird friends. they got even weirder after steven and marc took turns explaining how exactly they got into their situation.

and khonshu was giving you advice on how to kill your parents if you ever met them. he claimed that they 'were not worthy' and that you needed to break their windpipes.

you just assumed that it was because somebody other than marc and 'the worm' could see him.

but either way, its wasn't a bad day after all

~~~

A/N : okay this took longer than i wanted it to smh. hope you like it and i'm already thinking about turning this into a mini series.

if it gets enough likes i will bc i have ideas but it would also help if i got some requests for the next one??

either way, thanks for reading.

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[asimplearchivist]

‘ 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓽 . ’

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ the instant marc laid eyes upon you, he knew without a doubt that you were steven’s soulmate. ⤏ he never stopped to consider that you might be his, too. pairing(s) ☽ steven grant/reader | marc spector/reader word count ☾ 14.0k a/n ☽ ⤏ this isn’t an actual soulmate au, despite the summary, but after reading @astroboots’/@thirstworldproblemss’ and @softlyspector’s flawless renditions of marc, I’ve been absolutely normal about him. (lying. he’s starting to consume me, even though I am still very much a steven simp and adore jake as well. I love one mk system—they’ve become such integral comfort characters to me, it’s not even funny.) ⤏ [but seriously y’all go read Moonstruck, Tales Untold, and Red Flags, rn this instant if you haven’t, as well as all their other works! they’re such inspiring, stunning writers that I envy dearly, and you’ll be enriched by their breathtaking prose for it. Oh, and their smut is phenomenal, too! ;)] ⤏ hope you guys enjoy! :) ☽ MASTERPOST ☾   ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

The first time Steven had met you, it had been strictly by happenstance.

The first time Marc met you, officially, it was an accident.

Don’t forget the interview tomorrow, buddy.

Steven scoffed a laugh, lips curling at the edges at the mere thought. “Me? Forget about that? Who exactly do you think I am?”

Marc huffed softly, half-dozing in the headspace as he idly observed Steven’s measured movements: a chipped mug fished from the overflowing dish drain, a cursory glance at its interior in the dim lighting to make sure no residue remained after its last wash, set on the counter while the wailing kettle was tipped over to pour in steaming water. Kettle down on another burner, tin of loose leaf valerian and chamomile popped open, infuser filled and submerged; sugar and oat milk to taste after a moment of cooling blows—too damned sweet on Marc’s tongue, but Steven hummed in satisfaction and set the mug to the side while he dutifully put away the supplies in the cubicle Marc had set up in the corner of the countertop specifically to contain Steven’s frequent messes.

Just reminding you. You haven’t stopped talking about it since last week. Steven would be crushed if he missed out on his interview to get back on with the museum—HR had already cautioned him of a lengthy probation period after the circumstances of his suspension, despite having long since paid off the property damages incurred that spring, but Steven had been too thrilled to go back to take any negativity to heart. He’d seen a position open up for a tour guide online and hadn’t allowed it to leave his mind since—or his mouth, for that matter.

“Well, as long as you don’t take off for Cairo or the other side of Europe while we’re sleepin’, I don’t think I’ll have much to worry about, yeah?” Steven retorted, taking his mug with him to his desk. The empty Thai takeout container was pushed to the side in favor of his piping drink, and Steven was soon cozied up in his chair and plucking his readers from where he’d tucked them into his sweater to perch them on the end of his nose. Marc had stopped paying attention to the text hours before, convinced he’d go cross-eyed from staring blankly at too many more of the incomprehensible glyphs (because in whose right mind would an ax represent anything other than an ax?). Steven’d always had the attention span of a bloodhound—zipping back and forth across pages and books until fixating on something and following the trail to its very end. It was exhausting to Marc, but he had to admit that it had been integral to saving the world (and their own life), at least. “There is a reason I’ve been brushin’ up, you know.”

You’ll do fine. I don’t know why you’re afraid you won’t get hired—they’d be stupid not to, as much as you’ve got crammed in your head. (…Their head? Marc was still uncertain.)

“...It’s not all this I’m worried about, necessarily,” Steven responded after a beat, eyes rising to the window reflecting their shared face. Marc raised a brow at him. “Donna’s got her fingers all up in management, you know—the only reason they’re humorin’ me is ‘cause of a dare hopin’ I’ll make a fool of myself, I’m sure of it—and after everythin’…” His expression pinched, a look far too like Marc’s own for his liking. “...they thought I was bonkers.”

To be fair… Marc began wryly.

“I know, I know. Don’t change the fact that I was mentally unstable in their eyes. Worse, maybe—a maniac.” Steven’s eyes dropped back down to the dusty old tome, his tone growing despondent. “This is probably all just a courtesy to formally dismiss me, and I’ll make a proper fool of myself, then.” He paused, then sighed, dejected. “But what else can I do?”

Go somewhere that’ll actually appreciate your talents, Marc answered firmly. Donna’s a bitch. And if she keeps you from getting this job, I’ll make her regret it.

“You’ll do no such thing.”

Watch me. We wouldn’t have anything else to lose at that point. Marc paused, took in Steven’s melancholic expression, and he blamed his blunt candor on his exhaustion. They don’t deserve you, you know.

“I do know, but I don’t know where else to go. We won’t be able to live off your merc money forever, so at least one of us needs to have a real job since you’re not…bounty huntin’, or whatever it was you actually did, anymore.” Steven scratched his hairline and dug his fingers into his curls to tug them while in thought. “I suppose if they don’t take me back, I’ll have to look into somethin’ else. But for now…” Steven’s jaw unhinged as a yawn pried at Marc’s weariness. The readers were set down upon the page, and Steven rubbed at his heavy eyelids. “Guess stayin’ up wonderin’ on ‘what if’s won’t help much, will it? No, don’t think so.”

Not really. Marc settled further back into his receding lucidity, basking in the serene warmth it provided—just like the soft fibers of finely knit cashmere against his skin. Good luck.

“Thanks, mate.” Steven stood, downed his tea in a long draft, and turned to head for the bathroom to freshen up—but Marc was already fading fast. “Talk to you tomorrow, Marc.”

‘Night, Steven.

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[supersizemeplz]

I’ll Be Right Back

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic that will hopefully get me back into the swing of things. I’ve missed writing so much and I pray that I find my spark again.

A few icicles housed the outside of the bedroom window, proving just how cold it really was outside. The chilled wind fought and failed to make it into the cozy abode of the couple inside. Hitting the window and turning away without a harder attempt. Sunlight was beginning to make its way through the sheer curtains and cascade onto whatever it could touch. The soft sounds of the ceiling fan droned on, doing its hushed dance. Sounds of some romantic comedy dominated the airwaves and held the attention of the two lovers on the silk sheets a few feet away. A silk bonnet adorned the head of the beauty that draped her leg over her handsome prince.

The silk shorts she wore hugged her soft thighs that also served as the hand rest for her handsome fellow. His thumb gave a soothing back and forth to rub small circles into her vanilla scented skin. The fabric of her long sleeved shirt had risen to expose her soft belly and a peek of her love handles, giving her boyfriend his much appreciated physical touch. The soft scent of his cologne soothed her senses as her breathing calmed to match his. She found herself grinning every so often as she felt him shift to pull her closer.

All weekend they had been in each other's skin. Damn near, at least. The town was almost closed down due to the snow and ice, granting them the time to enjoy one another for the past 72 hours. Salt trucks had been working on the roads and the annoying rain had stopped the day before. The weather was forecast to be sunny and with the sun came the ice melting on the roads. So before they were forced to go back to work, they would savor these moments.

Everything felt so perfect. So calm and peaceful. Until it wasn't.

The annoying buzz and vibrate of a cell phone broke you both from the movie before them. Erik sighed, looking over to his phone. Not wanting to answer but knowing that it could be important. Her soft brown eyes met his and she shook her head. Placing a hand against his stomach, she gave a persuasive rub. "Ignore it, baby. You can call them back later." She pressed a kiss to his skin, hoping that he would just stay in bed with her.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her warm skin. "It could be important, baby. I gotta take it. I'll be quick." He sat up and she hugged his torso to slow him down. Like he wasn't mostly muscle. The laugh he let out made her smile as he allowed her to stall him. The phone silenced and she smiled at the small victory. Until it began to ring again. She groaned and released him from her grip, accepting that he needed to answer the call. He sat up from the comfort of the pillows, grinning as she held a mug on her face. "Quit making that face, girl."

She fought off a grin, accepting the two pecks that he gifted her lips. Humming as he pulled from the lingering of the last one. "Make it snappy." He nodded at her playful demand and answered the phone. She watched the side of his face as he spoke to whoever was on the phone. His dimples appeared and vanished as he talked about some report that had been emailed among him and his coworkers.

Once he stood from the bed, her eyes went to the sweats that hugged low on his hips. Remembering that he was free balling since he'd slipped the comfy pants on after their shower together an hour or so earlier. She admired the muscles in his back as he searched for something on his laptop, watching as he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Her mind began to wander to the sinful pleasures that gifted him the faint scratches that peppered his skin. A few weeks old from a session that happened after a drunken date night.

"I'll be right right back, baby. I gotta handle something at the office." His words brought her back to the present in an instant.

"Wait, what?" She sat up at the unwanted words. "You can't handle it tomorrow? What about my booty rubs? You sure you wanna leave this?"

He smirked, watching her turn her backside to him. She gave a soft smack to the soft flesh, arching to gift him a teasing shake. "Of course, I don't wanna leave my baby. But it'll only take an hour. This client has a deadline and they want to go over the presentation before we present it." As he spoke, he worked on getting dressed into something warm.

She didn't say anything else as she watched him slip on some sneakers to match his red Nike tech. His chain peeked out as he turned his attention back to her. A charming smile adorned his lips as he approached her again.

"How could you do this to me, E?" She pouted, crossing her arms across her breasts. "I thought you loved me." He barked out a laugh, catching her chin gently to make her look up at him. Her bottom lip poked out as he attempted to give her kisses. To which she wouldn't break in to give him. That made him pull back to look at her.

"I know your dramatic ass before stop pouting and give me my kisses." He spoke gently and she broke in at the sound of his voice. Using both his hands, he pulled her closer as they shared a slow kiss. Her body began to relax into his the deeper it went. She moaned as he gave her a light squeeze. When they pulled apart, he licked his lips. "When I get back, I'll bring you a surprise and give you all the booty rubs you want."

She perked up at that, smiling a little. "You promise?"

He chuckled, nodding. "I promise. And I'd never break a promise to my baby. I love you too much." She did a squeal, hugging him again as she mumbled a 'damn right'.

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[runa-falls]

a perfect match

summary: little gus needs a friend to keep him company. you and steven have very different ideas of who gus’s companion should be.

Pairing: steven grant x reader

Rating: it’s just fluff 

Warnings: none.

Word Count: ~900

A/N: I just couldn’t get this scenario out of my mind 0-0 

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Your eyes bounce between either side of the fish tank, trailing Gus as he makes his hourly rounds. It's like you’re watching an extremely slow tennis match. The lonely little fish checks the pebbles below him, making sure he didn’t miss a morsel of the food that magically floats in each day. 

“Hm…” You let out an exaggerated sigh, trying to catch Steve's attention. "HMMMM-"

Steven finally catches on and sees the concentrated look on your face. “Y’watching him scavenge fo’ food again? Greedy little fish, that one is. Would eat himself dead, if he could.” 

“Look at him, Steven.” He fully twists in his chair, taking a break from the book he was scanning. “He has nothing to do! He just swims in circles, waiting for his next meal.” As you turn to look at your boyfriend, you’re met with a deep frown. You know he loves his fish, but he can’t constantly give Gus attention.

“Hey! We talk all the time! Gus loves his Egyptian-themed tank, I mean, look at it…” He glances at his son behind you, who is literally swimming in circles now. You look back, shaking your head. “Uh…Alright, what d’you suppose we do then?” 

You have a cheeky grin on your lips, “He needs a friend.” 

—

You’d been planning this for a while now. You’ve noticed the poor, single-finned fish, mindlessly swimming on its own for hours whenever you’re home alone with him and you thought about getting him a companion, but you didn’t want to intrude into Steven’s space without making sure he was comfortable with it. 

You’ve been dating for a couple of months, but you didn’t live together (despite sleeping over at his almost every night), and since he hasn’t made a move to invite you to stay indefinitely, you decide to give him a little nudge in the general direction of moving your relationship forward. 

In your eyes, this was the next step. Owning a pet together–even if it is just a fish–meant you would work as a team to raise and nurture it. It was a win-win for you and Gus. 

You’ve stopped at the fish store a few times, just browsing around to see what they had, but earlier this week, you knew you had to act fast when you spotted a gold fish with two front fins on its right side. 

Oh, she’s perfect. 

A store-clerk approaches next to you, getting a good look at the abnormal fish, “Hm…three fins, guess you wouldn’t notice unless you’re looking closely. You sure you want him?” Gus is getting a boyfriend?!, “We’ve got tons of regular, healthy golds here--” 

You don’t even hesitate, “Him, please.”

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So maybe you assumed that the conversation of getting Gus a companion would go well because you bought him on the spot. But there was no time to waste, he is a perfect match.

Luckily, it only took a couple days to convince Steven that his son needs a friend, through days of sighing and dropping little hints. Finally, you can bring Lewis to his apartment.

You don’t know why you named him Lewis. He just looks like one.

You were practically vibrating with excitement as you unlocked the door. Lewis was swimming around his temporary bowl in your arms, unaware of anything going on around him.

You steadily place him on a sturdy table after quickly greeting Gus who’s watching the scene from a far, from the middle of the flat. He’ll be home from work any moment now. 

You casually draped yourself on the couch to wait for him, before deciding to move closer to the bowl, dragging a chair to sit right behind the bowl. But before you could sit down on the chair, you hear the muffled jingle of keys clinking against the door. That was fast. 

The sounds were quickly followed by a thump, as if he ran into the door itself. What the hell?

“Settle down please! Can’t open th’door if you keep squir–MING like this.” You could hear him attempt to jam the key into the lock multiple times, despite the unlocked state of the door. Who is he talking to? 

You curiously step away from your chair and walk to the front door. You twist open the worn knob to reveal Steven with a golden-haired puppy hoisted on hip, like it’s a baby.

They both freeze in place as you stare at them with wide eyes. His keys still in hand were kept raised up as if the lock were still in front of him. The puppy follows suit watching you, completely still.

“W-what is this?” You're breathless with surprise. Two sets of adorable eyes stare at you, gauging your reaction.

“She’s, uh, Gus’s new friend. Y’know... a goldie for a goldie.”

“Steven! I meant a fish friend, not a…” But before you can finish, the puppy jerks in his arms, trying to get to you.  “An unbelievably adorable little baby!” You coo, unable to resist the ball of fluff. 

You pull her into your arms, trying to dodge her insistent full-faced licks. “Oh m’gosh Steven! This is insane!” You set the baby on the floor and begin to rub her tummy. 

“Surprise?” He offers. You don’t hear him though, too focused on the new addition to the flat.

He lets you take over the puppy, closing the door behind him so she doesn’t try to escape. That would be a nightmare. He takes a breath and sits down on his oddly placed chair, exhausted from carrying the excitable puppy all through London.

Was this here when I left this morning? 

On the table, a goldfish stares right back at him. “And…who is this?” 

Oh, he noticed. “Um… Gus’s new boyfriend. Lewis.” 

“Boyfriend, huh?” He looks closer with his eyes squinted. He’s sizing up the fish, you realize. “Think Lewis good ‘nough for my Gus?”

“Look closer, Stevie.” 

He spots the barely doubled-up fin on his right side, one being a little smaller than the other. A perfect match. 

He looks down at you rolling on the floor with the dog. Your giggles fill the air as the golden puppy attacks you with kisses. He grins, looking at his growing family. His perfect match. 

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[daphnefisherofficial]

bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Jake/Steven) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER ELEVEN - WHEN THE SPARKS FLY.

The morning sun cast a warm, golden glow as you arrived at the British Museum. The vast marble halls were shrouded in shadows, and the soft hum of your footsteps echoed through the quiet corridors. The museum was still asleep, its grand halls devoid of the usual bustling crowds. It was a serenity that you cherished, a rare moment of solitude amidst the treasures of the past.

You went about your usual duties as the curator for Egyptian art, culture and history. The most recent exhibit you’ve curated was just a week away from its grand unveiling, and you were determined to ensure that every detail was perfect. It had been months of meticulous research, curation, and preparation, and now the finishing touches remained.

With a clipboard in hand, you stood before the massive wooden doors that led to the exhibit. You glanced down at your notes, a few final checkmarks and questions to answer before the exhibit could be considered complete.

You moved gracefully among the ancient artifacts and relics, your fingers gently brushing against the aged stones and intricate hieroglyphics that told stories of a civilization lost in the sands of time. As you began your rounds, you started examining each artifact, scrutinizing the placards, and ensuring the lighting was just right. You continued adjusting the display cases and noting any minor issues. However, something about the exhibit still nagged at the corners of your mind, a lingering doubt that you couldn't quite shake.

While contemplating what on Earth you could’ve missed, you’ve started making your way towards the heart of the exhibit where the grandeur of the Ennead was on full display. The lifelike statues and intricate artifacts seemed to come alive in the soft illumination. It was here that you found a familiar looking British chap standing in quiet contemplation before a colossal statue of Ra, the sun god. 

Each passing day at the British Museum was a dream come true for Steven Grant. As the morning sun filtered through the museum's massive windows, he wandered through the gallery room that housed the Ennead exhibit that you’ve curated, absorbing the knowledge that surrounded him. Being a tour guide at this prestigious institution was a privilege he cherished.

And there was one person who had made it all possible— you. 

Steven couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude towards you. Your passion for ancient Egypt had not only enriched his life but had also given him a purpose. He had spent countless hours studying your exhibits, absorbing your wisdom, and striving to emulate your dedication to preserving the past.

That particular morning, Steven had decided to arrive at the museum earlier than usual. He wanted to practice his tour guiding skills at the Ennead exhibit, where your curated treasures awaited their grand reveal. The prospect of guiding museum visitors through the exhibit both excited and terrified him, and he needed to rehearse his words and gestures until they flowed naturally.

"Steven," a familiar voice called out to him softly, prompting Steven to turn in your direction. 

“Oh, morning, love”, he greeted you with his familiar warm wave, his expression a mixture of surprise and delight. "I didn't expect to see you here so early."

"I wanted to make sure everything was perfect before the big day next week”, you smiled warmly as a strange, fluttering sensation enveloped your heart at his term of endearment. “But it seems you beat me to it."

“I wanted that day to be perfect as well”, Steven nodded, his eyes now shifting back on Ra’s statue before him. "I mean, it would technically be my first day as an official tour guide, innit?"

“Yes, indeed”, you spoke softly, joining him before the statue of Ra as you contemplated his words, a warm smile spreading across your face. "But your shift isn’t due to start until nine o’clock today, why come here two hours early?"

"I wanted to get some practice in before the exhibit opens next week”, Steven nodded again before clearing his throat, feeling a bit self-conscious as his gaze never left the statue. “I hope I'm not intruding or anything."

"Not at all! In fact, I could use your input”, you shook your head, your enthusiasm infectious. “Would you mind taking a good look at the exhibit and telling me what you think?"

"I'm not sure I have much to offer compared to your vast knowledge." Steven’s voice was a bit hesitant, feeling uncertain about his expertise compared to yours. He was taken aback by your request, as he was just a tour guide and you were already a curator.

“I’m sure we both know that’s not true”, you countered playfully, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You already passed the guided tour evaluation with flying colors, Steven, so I never doubted your knowledge for a second. Besides, I've always believed that the best creations are born from collaboration and diverse perspectives."

“Are you absolutely sure, Mira?” Steven slightly tilted his head, his initial hesitation beginning to melt away at your genuine interest in his opinion. “I wouldn’t want to impose–”

“I’m absolutely sure, Steven”, you said, guiding him with both your arms as you both approached the nearest artifact. “Let’s start here”

He leaned closer as the two of you began to examine the artifacts and read the descriptions together. As he started to share his professional opinion, his words flowed with a depth of understanding and an enthusiasm that matched your own. You listened intently, realizing that you had indeed made the right choice in hiring him as a tour guide.

Hours passed in this way as the two of you engrossed in discussion, discussing the finer details as you occasionally consulted your notes. Steven’s knowledge of ancient Egypt was extensive, and he pointed out subtle nuances that could enhance the exhibit further. You jotted down a few of his exhibit suggestions, impressed by his insights and grateful for his input.

As the morning sun rose higher in the sky, bathing the gallery in a warm, golden light, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. The Ennead exhibit was already a masterpiece, but with Steven's contributions, it was set to become a transformative experience for anyone who walked its hallowed halls. 

It was finally the day of the exhibit unveiling at the British Museum, a momentous occasion that had been months in the making. The gallery room was abuzz with activity as staff and volunteers scurried about, putting the final touches on the exhibit that would soon be unveiled to the public. 

You stood at the threshold of the bustling staff room, your heart brimming with a mix of excitement and anticipation as you watched the tour guides gathered inside with you for a final briefing before they would introduce your exhibit to the eager museum guests at the entrance. Adjusting their clothing and reviewing their notes one final time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and camaraderie. They were a diverse group, each with their unique strengths and quirks, but all united by their passion for sharing knowledge. You knew that they would do a fantastic job, just as you had done when you first started out in the museum industry.

Standing in the staff room, you addressed the group with warmth and encouragement.

"Ladies and gentlemen," you began, your voice projecting with confidence, "I want to thank all of you for your dedication in making this momentous day a success for all of us. You've worked tirelessly to prepare for this exhibit unveiling, and I have no doubt that each one of you will do an outstanding job."

"Make this day a memorable moment for our guests”, you gave each tour guide a reassuring smile and continued. “I have complete faith in you all. Good luck!"

As the tour guides began to file out of the staff room, you couldn't help but notice Steven Grant in the corner, nervously fiddling with his necktie. His brows were furrowed in concentration as his fingers clumsily attempted to straighten it, but the silk fabric seemed to have a mind of its own. It twisted and turned, refusing to cooperate as he only succeeded in messing it up and making it worse. 

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, your empathy for his dilemma washing over you. It was a small but telling sign of his anxiety, and it reminded you of your own moments of nervousness in the past. It was a familiar gesture, one that you had performed countless times in your early days at the British Museum working with your late husband, Darius Carter. 

You made your way towards Steven, approaching closer as you picked up a nearby water bottle from your own canteen.

"Are you okay, Steven?”, you asked, concern lacing your voice. “You seem a bit flustered.”

"I-I'm fine, love, really”, Steven looked up with a start as you approached, his brown eyes wide with apprehension. “Just a bit nervous, that's all."

You extended the drink in your hand towards him, offering a small but meaningful gesture of support. “Would you like a bottle of water?"

He accepted the water with gratitude, his hands trembling slightly. "Thank you," he mumbled, his voice wavering as he opened the cap and drank a few gulps. You couldn't help but notice how jittery he was, and you decided to further offer a helping hand. 

"Let me fix your necktie for you”, you gently spoke with a warm smile, seeing through his distress.

“Mira, it’s okay”, Steven stammered out a polite refusal. “I couldn’t possibly trouble you with this, you’ve got better things to do”

“Steven, it's okay to be nervous. It happens even to the best of us”, you raised both eyebrows and gave him a knowing look. "Here, let me help you with that." You reached out and began to rearrange and straighten his necktie, your fingers deftly working to fix the mess he had made.

Steven blushed slightly, finally relenting to your kind gesture and allowing you to step closer. "Thank you," he said sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude as his eyes met yours once more.

“Don’t worry about it”, you reassured him before continuing your work of straightening the fabric, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort wash over him.

“I’m really sorry about this”, Steven apologized profusely. “I’m obviously on edge about today, and I need to bloody relax”

"Believe it or not, I’ve been in your shoes before”, you smiled warmly at him, your eyes filled with understanding as you couldn't help but share a piece of your own history. “It's nerve-wracking, I know. But trust me, you're going to do great out there”

His nerves seemed to dissipate with each word you spoke, replaced by a growing sense of confidence while you continued adjusting his tie.

"I remember what my late husband used to say," your voice was soft with nostalgia as Steven listened intently, his gaze locked onto yours. "He told me that the nerves I’m having back then are just a sign that I care, that I’m passionate about what I’m doing. And that same passion is what I see in you, Steven"

Steven's eyes softened as he absorbed your words, glistening with gratitude. He could feel the sincerity in your voice, and it gave him a sense of comfort and courage. With the necktie finally in place, you took a step back, smiling at him. "There, much better."

"Thank you, Mira," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “I think I’m ready to go”

“That’s the spirit. Also, there’s one more thing if you don’t mind”, you said happily, your voice gentle as you slowly open your arms wide before Steven as an invitation. “May I?”

Steven hesitated for a moment, his nerves still present but gradually dissipating. He nodded, and you stepped into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him. His warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloped you, and for a moment, you both stood there in silent support.

He pulled you closer as his arms wrapped around you, and you could feel the tension slowly leaving his body. You whispered words of encouragement in his ear, showering him with compliments. 

"You're an incredible person, Steven”, you told him. “I've never doubted your skills and expertise for a second. Be proud of how far you've come."

Steven's heart soared at your kind words, and his nerves dissipated like mist under the sun, replaced with an insurmountable amount of courage and determination flooding his veins. He knew then and there that he could face the crowd with his newfound confidence.

Finally, you leaned back slightly, softly disentangling your arms from around his torso. But to your mild surprise, Steven wasn't quite ready to let go. He tightened his embrace, keeping you in his arms as his hands were placed firmly on the small of your back, closing the distance between you both. His latest actions prompted your palms to land on his upper chest, your fingers slightly curled at his shoulders to steady yourself.

Your soft laughter filled the room, thinking his nerves were acting up again. "Need another hug to lift your spirits?" you asked, ever the supportive mentor as Steven allowed himself a breathless chuckle at your words.

He looked into your eyes with an intensity that made your heart race. "Actually," he said softly, his voice low and husky, "I'd like to do something else, if you’ll allow me."

You nodded, intrigued by his request. "Of course, Steven. What is it?"

Allowing him to do as he pleased, he slowly leaned in closer before softly resting his forehead against yours. His eyes then closed, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin at the close proximity. It was an unexpected gesture, and a charged silence hung between you as the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you suspended in that intimate space. 

In that moment, you were acutely aware of the electricity in the air, the undeniable connection between you and Steven. Time seemed to stand still as you both lingered in that tantalizing space between desire and restraint.

And then, as the tension reached its peak, you asked him softly, "Does this help?"

His eyes slowly opened, not uttering a single word as his heated gaze held yours. You found yourself getting lost in the depths of his brown eyes as you felt your noses softly bumping together. You could feel the heat of his breath mingling with yours, almost hearing your own heart beating in sync with his own.

“Yes”, Steven whispered, your faces barely an inch apart as his gaze dropped to your lips, the tension between you both now palpable. The urge to kiss you is becoming a strong thought engulfing Steven’s mind at that moment, your palms moving towards the back of his neck to ground yourself.

The anticipation crackled between you as the sparks flew, and the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for your next move.

END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN.

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[rmoonstoner]

Kinktober 18+

06 - Eating Out - Gushers

Pairing: Steven Grant x Female Reader

Warning: Cunnilingus, fingering, food play, Steven eats Gushers out of your pussy, do not put gushers in your vagina, alters are not known to the reader, hints of alters in the background.

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You were so bored. You were going stir crazy in your flat with nothing to do. Your building's power and wifi were down, and had been for only three hours. You groaned when you heard from your landlord that they would be down for a few days for repairs, but he also had given you his word that you could subtract the days without power from your rent. You didn't mind, but fuck!

You were so bored! And it was hot as hell outside.

You had depleted your tablet and laptop batteries with frivolous video watching the first half of the day and now your phone was at thirty percent. You gathered your things, and decided to go charge them at your boyfriend's house, knowing he wouldn't mind at all.

You let yourself in with the key he had given you, accidently knocking down one of his flat cap hats that he never really wore along with the Mezuzah on the wall. You panicked and made sure both were okay, then placed them both back exactly how they were. You set your things up to charge on his coffee table, hoping it wouldn't be long so you could watch on a bigger screen soon.

You felt hungry, so you went into his kitchen to rummage around for something to eat, but he had a mostly empty fridge. He had half a carton of oatmilk, some lettuce, and a bag of carrots, and then the entire fridge door was filled with condiments and bottles of Spanish beer.

Beer you had never seen him drink. He claimed he kept it around for when his brother showed up, but it had been three months. You had always managed to miss the guy when you visited, and the beer had always changed brands when you came over.

You moved on to the cupboards, finding not much else to eat, except for a box of Gushers fruit chews. You grinned, deciding to grab that, and you scrambled away to his room with your phone and charger.

Steven didn't have air conditioning in the flat, but he did have two fans in his bedroom. You sat and watched stupid videos on the internet for an hour, getting hotter and hotter as the day reached its peak high temperature.

You ended up stripping down to nothing, mindlessly munching on your forth pack of Gushers while watching a video about some guys doing a montage of exiting a skateboard warehouse over the past six months. You were giggling and laughing at the childish antics they did, your favorites being the ones where Brian was genuinely terrified.

Just as a particularly cheesy chase was happening, you heard the bedroom door as it swung open.

"Hey, love. What is so funny..?" You heard your boyfriend's voice ask as he took in the scene, but his words trailed off once he registered your lack of attire.

Then his eyes landed on the box of Gushers and the four empty wrappers you had beside it.

"Oh! Hey, Steven!" You replied with a mouthful of candy. He furrowed his brows in irritation as he approached.

"Are you eating my box of Gushers? The box that I specifically bought for my lunches at work?" Steven asked with a stern looking expression, but his eyes held mischief in them.

You blushed and looked down, realizing you had indeed almost devoured the entire box. There were only two packages left. You suddenly felt bad and swallowed the ones in your mouth.

"I… I am sorry… I was hungry, and my building's power was out… Your fridge is nearly empty…" You quietly apologized in a panic.

Steven moved forward without saying a word, his eyes several shades darker than before. He took your phone and placed it gently on the nightstand, then turned back to you.

It was then that you noticed he was in strikingly different clothing than he usually wore. He had a black tee on, and covering that, was a brown canvas jacket. He was also wearing jeans, something he always said he absolutely couldn't stand wearing, because he didn't have much room in the groin. Even his hair was different, slicked right back with his bangs hanging to the side of his face instead of infront of his eyes.

"Love. I am not mad." Steven said softly while cupping your face in both hands.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I can always buy a new box, but you know, you only left me two packages."

"You can take them. I really am sorry about that, Steven-"

"Do you want to know how to make it up to me?" He asked sweetly, his thumbs rubbing your cheek bones and you nodded.

"On your back, kitten." The way he said it, shot a shiver down your spine. You promptly laid back for him, legs spread out, and Steven hummed in approval.

"Good girl." Steven murmured as he crawled onto the bed. You could see the tiredness in his eyes, how he was looking for an outlet to turn to so he could unwind and relax after a hard day at work.

"I missed you, Steven." You whispered to him.

"I missed you as well, kitten. Relax." Steven reached out and caressed your inner thighs with both hands. You squirmed, watching as he scooted down to your mound.

You were excited. He was always so good with his mouth.

"Now, in order to make this up to me, I want to try something new." He said as he grabbed a package of the candy and tore it open with his teeth. His free hand went and moved a finger up and down your entrance lightly.

"I am going to stuff these two packages in there, and then fish 'em out with my tongue." He said with a teasing lick to his lips.

You squirmed as the other package was opened, watching as he emptied about ten each onto the box. Steven counted them slowly, and there were exactly twenty of them. He grinned and looked at you with a coy smile, slowly leaning down to spit on your pussy. You gasped, feeling yourself clench around nothing and he chuckled.

"Let us start, shall we?" Steven leaned down and pushed one into your opening, his finger wriggling inside, until it was half way. You bit your lip as he withdrew his finger and stuffed ina another candy, and another.

"I am going to have so much fun getting these out." He husked while shoving three more inside. The smile on his face got wider as he watched your pussy suck them inside, coating them with your juices.

More and more he stuffed into you, until the very last one. You felt fuller than before, and you groaned as he pushed two fingers in to stir them around. You writhed for him as you felt the small balls of candy shift and move inside of your cunt.

"There. I think that's stirred up enough. Time to feast." Steven murmured as he got into position, knees on the floor, hands on your thighs. He yanked you to the end of the mattress and began to lick at your opening. You moaned, feeling his nose nudge at your clit.

"Steven… Oh… Fuck…" You grabbed at his hair and bucked, moaning his name several times as he lapped away at your drooling slit. You felt his tongue dive in, and the candy moved around as he explored.

"Ugnn… Steven, Oh…" You gasped as you felt him snag one of the Gushers and pull it out. He rubbed it around your clit with his tongue, slowly savoring the way it melted as you moaned from the pressure.

A loud slurp was heard, and Steven swallowed the first candy while smacking his lips. He grinned at you, a bit of blue tinting the corners of his mouth, before diving back in to retrieve the next one.

This time he got two out, and he licked them around your folds for a bit. Once satisfied, he swallowed those as well. One by one he coaxed each candy out and teased your opening. By the sixth one, he had you coming violently, which had pushed about three more out with the force of your orgasm. He greedily drank back your sugar coated release as he started to rut into the side of the bed.

Another three, and he tongue fucked you, shifting the contents of your pussy around. He went back to your clit as he brought up his hand to push two fingers inside in search of the tasty morsels.

Steven's fingers pressed against your gspot as he sucked on your tender bundle of nerves. You could feel another orgsm rising, and your pussy pushed four more Gushers out as you squirted.

"Just two more, and then I have to lick you clean." Steven groaned. He was now rapidly humping the side of the bed as he dug the last two out of your pussy. He teased you with these ones, lapping and sucking and going slow, until they dissolved on their own.

You had two more orgasms as he held you down and drank from you like he was dying of thirst. When he finished, you were a shaking mass on his bed, your pussy tinged blue and green from the candy, as was his mouth and tongue.

"Thank you, kitten. I am going to draw you a bath." He said, and he vanished into the bathroom. He came back out a little while later and helped you up and to the tub. You sank into the warm water and sighed, feeling completely relaxed and sated.

"What about you?" You asked with a dreamy haze to your eyes. He began to wash your body carefully, kissing your shoulders and neck as he cleaned your sensitive kin.

"We can worry about me after I take you out for dinner."

***

Done. Late. Whatever.

Note: I watch these guys on YouTube, and my favorite thing is anything with Brian in it, especially Warehouse Wednesdays. They have an indoor skatepark slash warehouse and every Wednesday someone, usually Brian, comes out and does something hilarious.

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[brockify]

heaven’s cloud— steven grant

steven grant x barista!gn reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: the tiniest bit of angst, sleepy steven, fluff, steven w/ sweater paws BEWARE

note: this takes place at the beginning of ep 1 so no mentions of mk shenanigans or marc but hints at it!

“london fog with extra vanilla!”

hearing the order that steven knew by heart, he wiped the sleep from his eyes with his sweater sleeve.

truth be told, steven liked tea, but it wasn’t what truly woke him up. if he had it his way, he’d drink the strongest mocha he could ever have made but he had a special reason for always getting the same drink.

that reason was you. watching you make his drink every morning made his days slightly better. some days you’d look a little disheveled after pulling an all-nighter from watching your new favorite actor’s movies, and others with you being energetic after having slept more than a few hours.

today you seemed more tired than normal, (perhaps you had slept late again? he knew you were currently on a tv show binge) or perhaps you had just woken up earlier than usual. walking over to the counter, steven grabbed his cup before giving you a small smile while you made one of the long line of drinks waiting for you.

“cheers.”

you watched steven leave the store, humming a tune that you couldn’t quite place where you had heard it before. steven was one of your favorite customers who came in everyday. most mornings it wasn’t too busy, and you were able to chat with him about everything and anything. your current topic of discussions in the morning were about best book adaptations into film. depending on the day, he’d stand there next to the pickup counter while you worked and made the orders, and others you would chat while ringing his order up.

you weren’t sure why steven always picked the same drink everyday, but it did make it easier for you to predict and ring up.

today was unusual though, as it had been the first time you had seen him in over a week. the dark circles under his eyes became more prominent, seemingly protruding outwards in some angles. He also barely conversed with you, and started to fall asleep on the pick up counter.

you were worried, hoping that nothing was going on that was stressing him out. it was known to your coworkers and every other usual who came around that you and steven had a very… interesting relationship. Everyone assumed you two were together, both of you ignoring the other’s flushed faces and reddened ears when stating you were just friends. you had hoped that he would come back soon, and look a little more like his normal self to ease your nerves a little.

3 weeks had gone by since the last steven sighting and you were concerned. you woke up extra early today, wrapping a present that you had bought him. it was simple, but you had hoped it would lift his spirits a little. in the box, you had folded the new slate cardigan you had bought him, with little clouds embroidered on it. you had also put a card in, a little anxious about the card and its contents, but pushing through nevertheless. you noticed that he typically cycled through the same 4 shirts and wanted to give him something that you thought fit his vibe.

you were thankful that you had the day off of work, and also grateful that you had your own little coffee station in your apartment, albeit less expensive and complicated than the one at your job. quickly whipping up a coffee for yourself, you drank the steaming mug while getting ready to go visit the gallery. your conversations with steven had ventured into talk about work before, which is why you knew where he worked and what department.

checking the time, you quickly ran out of the house to catch the bus, not wanting to miss it. you were able to snag a seat, happy not to have to stand the entire ride smushed against another stranger. you weren’t sure how it happened, but you found yourself dozing off, only to hear the automated voice state that the next stop was for the gallery. you quickly gathered your stuff together, and pulled on the signal cord as fast as you could. The bus came to a halt, swaying everyone forward with the force of the brakes. getting up from the seat, you made your way to the doors with a series of “excuse me” and “my apologies”.

stepping off the bus you stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the entrance. hanging from the top of the building you could see banners posted for the new ennead exhibit they were hosting. tightening your grip on the box ever so slightly, you took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. at the entrance you stood there, not sure if you should ask for directions but figured you’d walk around until you found him. that is if you found him.

you ended up walking around the entire gallery, enamored by the exhibits and all of the little plaques explaining each item in detail. you finally made it to the gift shop area, where you saw a tuft of hair that was eerily familiar. steven was sitting in a chair that he had found behind his counter, arms covering his face. his woven beige sleeves seemed to act as a pillow for his face, and you could hear the soft snores emitted from him.

letting out a soft giggle, you looked around the gift shop before grabbing the taweret plush and walking over to the counter. placing the neatly wrapped box, you tapped ever so slightly on steven’s head. he jolted awake, nearly jumping out of his own skin.

“oh my days, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

he wiped the sleepiness out of his eyes, and his breath hitched slightly when he saw you standing in front of him holding the plush. he knew you were aware of where he worked, but he had never thought that you might show up one day.

“oh, hullo.”

you raised an eyebrow at him which in turn made him let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck out of habit.”

“steven, i’m so glad you’re alright. you had me worried sick! i haven’t seen you in weeks!”

he grimaced slightly knowing that he didn’t know how to explain his sudden absences. he seemed to sleep for days, and had to double check his ankle restraints. recently things had gotten…weirder in his life, strange occurrences happening that even he wasn’t sure truly happened. his gaze landed on you gently, trying to gauge your emotions through your eyes.

“I'm truly sorry I worried you love, it’s just been busy.”

letting out a particularly loud exhale you shook your head and gave him a small smile.

“it’s alright, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

steven kept his gaze on your eyes only to find understanding and a warmth that brought him comfort.

he nodded, and snapped out of his daze before realizing you were holding the plush and had a neatly wrapped box on the counter. pinching the taweret plush from your hands he quickly scanned it before pointing to the box.

“What's the box for?”

you had forgotten all about the box and the present you had gotten him inside.

“oh! it’s uhm for you.”

you slid the box towards him, not making any eye contact and opting instead to look around the shop once more, ignoring the tips of your ears burning.

steven placed the plush on the counter and picked up the box. he admired the wrapping, a light blue wrapping paper that was admittedly very simple but made his heart flutter, seeing the scribble of his name written at the top.

he smiled his big smile that he always made when he was content or excited (something you loved to see) and placed the box next to his bag.

“thank you. i’m sure it’s very lovely. you didn’t have to get me anything though. your banter and wit are more than enough for me.”

shuffling through your wallet, you picked your card out handing it to him.

“It's no problem really, I just thought you might enjoy a pick me up!”

he swiped your card and printed the receipt before asking for your signature.

“I promise I'll open it the moment I get home and I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

hearing him say he was going to see you tomorrow made you nod and hide your smile, feeling a little silly for acting like a child with their first crush.

“sounds good. I have a few errands to run but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

he nodded and waved you off, watching you exit the gallery with the taweret plush in hand.

he would never admit it, but steven rushed home for the first time in a long while. he was staring at the gift all day, trying not to open it then and there at work. even donna had noticed that he was in a more cheerful mood, making a comment about how he was finally doing his job right. finally getting into his apartment, he threw his shoes off and tossed his bag to the side.

taking the gift to his dining table, he set it down before looking for a pair of scissors. after a few minutes of rummaging through drawers he finally found a pair and made his way back. steven tried his hardest not to rip the wrapping paper, but to be fair it was just so quick to rip so it hadn’t been his fault when he tore it to shreds.

the box was an ordinary box, taped on the top just to have it not open. cutting the tape, he opened the flaps to reveal the cardigan you had bought him, folded neatly with a card atop it.

pulling out both the card and cardigan he placed then on the table before opening the card. inside the card you had written him a note, and made him smile.

the note read: “hope these keep you soft n warm, steven <3 let me know how it fits?”

at the bottom of the card he noted a phone number with a small heart next to it. he let out a small laugh, the beating of his heart loud enough in his ears that he could hear it. he was never aware that you shared the same feelings as him, but he was ecstatic.

he was looking forward to seeing you tomorrow for his tea in his new cardigan.

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[starryevermore]

do not chastise the dove (8) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: the last thing the boys are going to do is sit on their ass and wait for someone else to rescue you. 

word count: 4,248

warnings?: not proofread

“We’re not waiting for them to do something,” Marc said. 

Layla looked at him, her exhaustion clear in her eyes. It had been four hours, thirty minutes, and twenty-eight seconds since the call with Prime Minister Wilson. The appropriate law enforcement had been notified, the capital and its surrounding cities had been put on lockdown. But neither Layla nor Marc were allowed to be part of the investigation. They were too close, they’d been told. Their emotions would cloud their judgment. If they were needed, they’d be notified. Otherwise…They had to sit and wait. 

And that’s what they had done for the last four hours, thirty-one minutes, and fifteen seconds. Marc was sick of it. He couldn’t stand the arguing from Steven and Jake, Jake who was insistent that they raise hell until you were found and Steven who was shouting that they had to find you, they needed to find you, you were counting on them. It took everything in Marc to not rip his hair out from the roots between them and his own inner turmoil. 

We need to get her, Marc. We need to save her, Steven said. She already thinks we’re gonna leave her. We can’t let her think we’ll leave her for dead. 

I know Steven, Marc said back. I know that as well as you do. But we need Layla’s support in this. So we have to be careful, okay?

Layla will go along with it, Jake said. Just tell her what you’re planning, and she’ll agree. Okay? She’s a smart woman. She cares about our dove as much as we do. She’ll do what’s right.

Marc hated when Jake was so self-assured. It almost made him miss the days when Jake was the strong, silent type, the alter who only fronted when necessary. But, Marc supposed they needed this kind of self-assurance. This plan wasn’t going to work if any of them had doubts, after all.  

“And do what, Marc? March up to the palace, break down the door, and threaten the king until he gives us the information we want?” Layla fought the urge to roll her eyes. “It’s the king’s plan, sure. But he’s smart. Conniving. He says he wants something done, but he doesn’t want to know the details. Hell, I’m sure he’s very careful about wording the things he wants done so that he can avoid liability. He’s a bad man, yes, but he’s a smart one, too.”

“You think I don’t know that? I do, Layla. I do. And that’s why we need to be out there, looking for her.” Marc ran his fingers through his hair. His curls had smoothed out, more frizz than curl now, from the amount of times he’s tugged at his roots, combed his fingers through his hair, tried to busy his hands so his mind didn’t run wild. “We need to be out there.”

“Marc…We’re just two people. And whoever the king’s hired, they’ll be looking for us. They won’t let us get too close.”

“Then we’ll get help.”

“Like who? Jessica? She might be some help. She might be able to narrow things down. But for a rescue op? I don’t know—”

“Don’t doubt her. There’s a lot more to her than meets the eye,” Marc said. “But we’ll need more than just her. We’ll need a team.”

“Like that old team the former prime minister was on? What was that called? The Avengers? You know I hesitate to use the word, but Marc, you’re insane if you think that would work.”

Marc raised a brow. “Call me insane all you like. I don’t see you coming up with a better plan.”

Layla fell back into the couch, rubbing her face with her hands. She let out a groan, but said nothing. Marc knew she didn’t have a better plan. He knew she probably wouldn’t be able to come up with one. She probably had had the same plan, if he was being honest. But between the two of them, she was trying to be the rational one. They couldn’t just run into this. They had to think this through. If one thing went wrong…It was game over. 

“Who are you thinking of?” she finally asked. 

“I think they got Y/N out of the city long before anyone was alerted to her absence. We might need a pilot to get there, and I know just the guy.”

Jean-Paul “Frenchie” DuChamp was Marc’s closest friend. Recruiting him would be as simple as asking the question “Would you help me?”. Frenchie would probably travel to the ends of the Earth if it meant helping his friend, and Marc would do the same. He was one of the few people Marc would trust with his life. And now, he needed to trust Frenchie with yours. 

Frenchie answered the door with a smile and open arms. “I was wondering when you were going to visit,” he said.

“I’ve been busy, with everything,” Marc said. 

“I know, I know. A royal engagement? An assassination attempt? Unearthing a secret plot to pass off a bastard as a future king and to kill the true heir? It’s a wonder that you haven’t gone completely grey.” Frenchie pulled Marc into a hug, patting his back. “I’ve missed you. Have you come to regale another adventure?”

Marc hugged Frenchie back. “Something better, actually. Something worse, really…I need your help.”

Frenchie pulled away, his brow raising. He swore under his breath when he saw the grave look on Marc’s face, the pinched brows and deep frown. “What happened?”

He ushered Marc into his home, shutting the door behind him. Marc waited until he sank into a chair at the dining table, Frenchie sitting across from him. “The princess has been kidnapped,” Marc said. “All things considered, I know it has to be the king’s doing. Layla and I have been asked to stay out of it. But I can’t. Neither of us again.”

“How could you? The same people who are responsible for her being kidnapped are the ones that are investigating,” Frenchie said. At Marc’s raised brow, Frenchie said, “What? I watch the news. It doesn’t take much to put the story together, even with all the details they leave out.”

This was why he liked being around Frenchie. They had been friends so long, it was often like they were on the same wavelength. Marc was almost certain he didn’t have to ask his question, that Frenchie was on the verge of volunteering. But he wanted to ask. 

“I’m putting some people together to help find Y/N. I…By the time we realized she had been taken, nearly three hours had passed. The city and the surrounding areas are shut down now, but I think they were able to get away before then.” Marc let out a breath. “I need a pilot, a damn good one at that, who can get us out without alerting anyone. And there’s no one more capable than you.”

Frenchie let out a laugh. “You know you could have just led with needing a pilot? Didn’t have to go through all this expository dialogue.”

“I know. But sometimes I think…I don’t know. I keep waiting for people to leave.”

“I’m on your side. I always will be,” Frenchie said. “Go get the rest of your people. I’ll work on getting a helicopter.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for a friend.” 

It was easy to recruit Jessica Jones, too. Actually, he didn’t even need to do any recruiting himself. That was good, at least. Marc knew that if he sought her out, things would definitely look suspicious. Him going to a private investigator? It made it look like he didn’t have any faith in the police (which he didn’t). But, the public didn’t need to know that. The less they knew, the less likely it was that Marc would get locked up in the hotel room. 

Anyway, as he was leaving Frenchie’s, as he walking back to the hotel, his phone began to ring. 

“Yeah?” Marc said when he answered the phone. 

“I’ve gotten a lead on where the beloved princess could be,” she said. “Out in farm country, where no one can hear a girl scream.”

Marc flinched at her word choice. He didn’t like to think about you being hurt, even if you surely were. He almost wanted to comment on it, but decided against it. Jessica was a blunt person. She didn’t mean anything by her words. Instead, Marc said, “You work fast.”

“Started looking the second I heard the news,” Jessica said. “Has the official investigation come up with anything?”

“Not that I’m aware of. But I don’t know if they would tell me if they did find anything,” Marc said. “Steven yelled at the prime minister when we found out.”

“That’s enough to keep you out of the loop.”

I said I was sorry, Steven mumbled. 

No one blames you, Jake said. We all would have reacted the same way if we were fronting. 

“I think they would have found any reason to keep out of the loop. If Steven hadn’t yelled, then there would have been something else. We were too close, too involved. I don’t know. What I do know is, we’re not letting it stand in our way.”

“I’m in.”

He figured she would be. Like Frenchie, Marc knew it wouldn’t take much for Jessica to want to be involved. With her phone call, his suspicions were easily confirmed. As distant as she made herself out to be, she did care. People like her don’t end up the way they do if they didn’t care. Marc knew that better than anyone. 

“I haven’t even asked the question,” he laughed. 

“And there’s no need to bother. I was in even if you didn’t ask,” Jessica said. “I need to do some more digging, make sure my hunch is right. We only got one shot at this.”

Marc ground his teeth together. Boy, did he know it. Too much time had already been wasted. They needed to act fast, but they couldn’t be careless. If even a whisper spread about what they were doing…It was game over. For this rescue op, for the hope of finding you, for you being okay.

“Keep Layla in the loop. I’m gonna be busy rounding up a few more people,” Marc said. “If all goes well, we should be ready to meet by morning.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Xu Shang-Chi, or Shaun as he tended to go by nowadays, was a bit harder. After a falling out with his father, Shang-Chi had left the life of fighting behind. In some ways, it was a bit of a shame, since he was damn good at it. But Marc understood. Marc of all people couldn’t fault Shang-Chi for getting out while he could, setting up a good life for himself away from the blood and the violence and the never-ending shame. If he was able to make it in the world without fighting, he would leave it, too. 

(A brief part of him wondered if he would be able to stop fighting when he married you—if he would finally be safe. But he could not dwell upon that now. First—he had to ensure you were safe.) 

Marc had noted that Shang-Chi worked at the hotel you were staying at the minute he was given the hotel name. As a Moon Knight, he had been assigned specific potential threats to the Crown that he was expected to monitor. Shang-Chi had long since been demonstrated to not be a threat, but Marc had made a point to periodically look into the non-threats just in case the circumstances changed. Shang-Chi, of course, had always kept his head down, tried to live that normal life he so clearly wanted. 

Part of him felt bad about dragging the guy into all of this. But part of him, the larger part of him, needed to use every means necessary to make sure you got back home safe. And, really, Marc would take no for an answer. If Shang-Chi really didn’t want to get involved, Marc would drop it. (Jake and Steven would probably give him an earful for dropping it, but he would learn to block them out.) 

So, there he stood, walking up to Shang-Chi as he stood at the entrance of the hotel, waiting to have to go park or retrieve a car as the valet attendant. 

The man painted on a customer-service smile as Marc walked up to. “Good afternoon!” he greeted. “How may I help you?”

“I gotta question for ya, Shang-Chi,” Marc said. 

His brows raised. Marc could tell he was fighting to maintain the rest of his customer-service face. Though, he did drop the customer-service voice as he said, “No one here is supposed to know that name.”

“Come on, Shaun? Shang? If you wanted a fake name, you could’ve chosen something better. Anyone who did enough digging would have been able to find you,” Marc said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Besides, it was my job to monitor potential threats to the Crown. Even if you didn’t mean to, when you came to town, you were put on my radar. Granted, you didn’t prove to be an active threat, so no one else really needed to know about you. But I still kept tabs. I’m glad I did.”

Shang-Chi sucked in a breath, glancing around, seeing if anyone was paying attention to them. When no one was, his voice dropped to a whisper as he asked, “This is about the princess, isn’t it? I have nothing to do with that.”

“No, you don’t. But you could,” Marc said. “As in, I’m asking you for your help.”

“Excuse me?”

“I trust you’ve watched the news. Or at the very least know what’s been happening lately. The king is trying to kill his daughter. The investigation might not be over, the findings may not yet be official, but I’m telling you that that’s what happening. Before, it was to protect his own secret affair. Now? Now, I fear that, with the secret out in the open, the king is looking for revenge. He already mistreated the princess when she abided by his every wish. But now that she’s acted out so publicly? This won’t end well unless we do something to stop it.”

Shang-Chi shook his head. “If you’ve been monitoring me, then you know I don’t do this anymore. I don’t fight.”

“Would you really let an innocent woman die because of that?” Marc asked. “Your father was awful, I understand that. Believe me, I understand that better than you might think. But you can’t let your issues with him stand in the way of doing the right thing.”

“I never wanted to fight.”

“I know.” Marc sighed, then took a step back. “Look, that’s all the convincing I can do. Think about it, okay? I won’t judge or hate you or out who you are to the world if you choose not to help. But please, just consider it. I’m gathering a few others to help with this. We’re meeting tonight to discuss the plan.” Marc fished into his pocket, pulling out a scrap piece of paper, pressing it into Shang-Chi’s hand. “Call me if you decide to help, okay?”

“I can’t guarantee I will.”

“That’s alright,” Marc said. “Just think about it.”

And without another word, Marc walked away. He had others still to recruit.

Jake wasn’t sure if Yelena Belova would be interested. Well, actually…She would be interested. Anyone would be. What he wasn’t sure about was if she would be willing to help. In recent years, she’d been more selective with her missions. Jake hoped that this would be enough to pass her selection process. 

He had to wait for the day to turn to evening, when he knew that Yelena would be out. He was sure she would be there, though. Before this mess, he and Yelena would often drink together at Josie’s, recounting the stupid shit that they had to put up with during the day. Though he hadn’t shown up for many days now, he knew that she would still be there. There was nothing quite like nursing your wounds with a bottle of vodka. 

“Haven’t seen you here in a while,” Yelena said as he slid onto the barstool next to her. 

“Been busy,” he said. “I’m sure you’ve heard all about it. It’s hard to escape it all.”

Jake looked at the TV TV behind the bar. The news was on, which was different for Josie’s. But Jake understood. The kidnapping was all anyone could talk about. After word got out that the princess was missing, there was a 24/7 broadcast about any and all information that was available to the public. Karen was sitting at the desk in the station, reporting everything they knew so far. Then the camera switched to Ben Ulrich, another reporter, who was outside the Parliament building. Apparently, there was going to be a press conference. Jake doubted any useful information would come out of it. 

“The press are calling you insane, Lockley,” Yelena said, taking a drink of her beer. 

“I’m a man in love,” he corrected, flagging down a bartender and ordering himself a drink. “If that makes me insane, then lock me up in a mental hospital and throw away the key.”

Yelena snorted. “Tad dramatic, aren’t you?”

“That’s what love does to a person.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it, ‘cause I’m sure that’s not the real reason you rolled up in here,” she said. She turned her head, looking him over. “You want something, don’t you?”

“Can’t I just catch up with an old friend?”

“If you’re a man in love, you would be doing everything possible to bring your princess home, the government and legal process be damned,” she said. “You wouldn’t be here drinking with me. You want something. Might as well ask sooner than later, yeah?”

That was one reason Jake liked Yelena. She didn’t beat around the bush. So, he had the courtesy to go ahead and explain. “I need help. We’re putting together a group of people to rescue the princess. We already got a lead on where. We just need to get together and figure out the how.”

“You think I would be a part of this?”

“I think you would take every opportunity to ruin the king. What better way than ensure he’s removed from the throne? If the princess is rescued, the world will find out every skeleton the king has hiding in his closet.”

Yelena pursed her lips. “What good would that do me?”

“The princess will want to make things right. If you ask her, she will help you,” Jake said. “When she’s queen, she’ll have everything at her disposal.”

“And how is she supposed to take down the Red Room?”

Jake shrugged. “The same way you uncover a conspiracy to murder the heir to the throne so an affair can be kept secret, I suppose. We’ve already done so much with this, taking down an underground sex trafficking ring wouldn’t be too far out of the realm of possibility.”

“The princess would want to do this? You promise?” Yelena asked.

“I’ll fuckin’ pinky swear on it,” Jake said, holding out his hand, pinky finger extended. 

Yelena stared at his hand for a moment before slowly raising her own, hooking little finger around his. “If you are lying to me, you will live to regret it.”

“Good thing I’m not lying then, isn’t it?” Jake said. “The princess…She’s always wanted to do right by her people. If you told her what was happening, she would drop everything to help.”

“Then I suppose we should get to work, huh?”

“Well…First, I got one more place to swing by.”

Approaching Matt Murdock had been Steven’s idea. Marc and Jake were 90% convinced that Steven had lost his mind when he suggested going to the lawyer. First of all, the man was a fucking lawyer. Wouldn’t he be disbarred for this or something? Second of all, the man didn’t exactly scream fighter. But Steven was sure he had seen something when Matt had been talking to him at the jail. He was so sure. He had to try. 

Matt seemed confused when Steven showed up at his apartment. Steven understood that. They hadn’t really spoken much beyond Matt and Foggy trying to get the boys’ ass out of jail. And what reason would Steven have to come talk to him? 

“Can I help you?” Matt asked. 

“I hope you can,” Steven said. “Can I come in? It’s…It’s a bit of a weird one to explain, yeah?”

Matt nodded, stepping out of the doorframe so Steven could come inside. As Steven took a look around, he was impressed with the loft he found himself in. With the kinds of cases Matt and Foggy took on, he half-expected to see an apartment similar to his own—small, cramped, bursting at the seams. But this was nice, and he couldn’t help but compliment it. 

“Thanks,” Matt said. “Would you like to sit?”

“Yeah, sure, thank you,” Steven said. He sank into the couch, watching as Matt sat on the other end. “I don’t really know how to start this.”

Great. We don’t even have a plan here, Marc whined. Just make us look like a fool in front of him, why don’t ya?

Shh, he’s got this, Jake chided.

Matt said, “Why not at the beginning then? Can only go forward from there.”

“The princess…dove, she’s missing. But you already knew that. But, uh, the boys and I, and Layla, aren’t allowed to help. And we can’t just wait for the government to make this right when they’re the ones to make it wrong.”

Matt fucked in a breath. “…Steven, if you’re asking for legal advice, my professional opinion is don’t—”

“I’m not asking for legal advice,” Steven interrupted. “I’m asking for help.”

“Isn’t that one in the same?”

Well, no better way to confirm his suspicions than to jump in head first. “Not when you can do what you do,” Steven said. “You know, as a Moon Knight, the boys and I were assigned certain threats that we had to monitor. One of those was this masked vigilante. No one could ever figure out who he was. We reviewed probably thousands of hours of footage, trying to find anything that could lead to an identification. You know, just in case this vigilante ever became a threat to the Crown.”

Matt’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. “And did you ever find out who he was?”

“No. No, not until this lawyer walked into an interrogation room. His gait, you know, reminded me a lot of the vigilante. But that’s nothing, innit? It’s not like that’s a single thing that could lead to an ID. But, the more time I spend around this lawyer, the more I picked up on similarities, on the mannerisms, that the vigilante shared with him. Eventually, all the pieces started to fit together, and I worked out the ID.” Steven paused, watching Matt’s reaction. “I think we both know I’m not talking about Foggy.”

“I would never do anything to threaten the Crown,” Matt said. 

“No, but you might save it,” Steven said. “Layla, the boys, and I can’t sit still anymore. We trusted the government to keep our dove safe, but they failed. We won’t let them fail again. The boys and I have been finding people to help.”

“You think I will.”

It wasn’t a question. Steven said, “No, I know you’ll do what’s right. A person doesn’t just choose to put on a mask and beat up criminals. A person does that if they want to make the world a better place, even if it’s just one street at a time. Even if it’s not the legal way to go about it. Even if it’ll put themselves in jail if they get caught.”

Matt didn’t say anything for a long time. Until, he said, “Jessica already called me.”

Steven’s brows raised. “What? So you just let me go through all that for nothing?”

Matt let out a dry laugh. “No, I wanted to know if you knew who I was. I wanted to see if you’d actually seek me out.”

“…so is that a yes, then?”

“It’s an ‘I was already going to show up if you invited me or not’,” Matt said. 

What the fuck, Marc said.

I can’t believe Steven was right about this, Jake said. 

I can’t believe this is actually working out, Marc said. 

“…alright. Well, if you’re in, then we should get going. We’re all getting together tonight to work out the plan.”

“Lead the way.”

As Steven and Matt began to leave the apartment, Steven’s phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket, looking at the notification that illuminated his lock screen. It was one message, and it was all he needed to hear. 

unknown: this is shang. thought about what you said. count me in.

“I think we got ourselves a good team,” Steven said, letting out a laugh. “A real good team.”

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[sadlyghost]

platonic marc and steven from moon knight with daughter reader (but gender neutral reader please) where the reader is a teen and comes home drunk or stoned or smth and marc and steven take care of them. maybe the reader forces the boys to dance with them befoŕe they sleep? up to you, thank you!

Summary: After drinking alcohol for the first time at a party, you quickly regret it. Luckily your dads are there to take care of you.

Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Daughter Reader

Words: 1500

Content Warnings: Alcohol, minor panic, being drunk, slight peer pressure.

Gif Caption - "Hopefully you'll be feeling better soon"

You had been invited to a party by some students from a higher grade at your school. You had hesitated in accepting the offer because only one of your friends were going, but you had ultimately decided that this was an opportunity that you didn't want to miss. You couldn't imagine yourself getting invited to any more of these 'cool people' parties, so you wanted to experience it at least once.

However, that didn't seem to of been a good idea, considering that you were currently awkwardly standing at said party, all alone, yet surrounded by people you'd never spoken to before. The one other friend you had gone with had spontaneously decided to speak to some other people, which left you at a loss of what to do.

Some older students had spotted you just hanging around and walked over, chuckling in amusement as they handed you a red cup.

"Uhhh thanks?" you say in confusion as you grab it, sniffing the liquid and wondering why the older students were even talking to you.

"Try some, you'll have more fun if you do. We don't want people moping around, its ruining the vibe" they explain. You swish the liquid around, inspecting it.

"What is it?" you ask softly. They all chuckle to eachother.

"It's alcohol. Vodka and juice, all the people here are drinking it. Have you never had alcohol before?" they explain and inquire. You shake your head in embarassment. They just laugh, patting your head jokingly, making you feel small and immature.

"You'll have lots of fun tonight then. That'll be enough to get you drunk super quick" they say as they walk off.

You spent a while assesing all of your options and considering trying the drink they gave you. You weren't lying, you had never had alcohol before and you definitely weren't planning on it tonight. But everyone else was drinking this, and they all looked like they were having fun. You're friend had ditched you and you didn't know what else to do but mope around until your dads picked you up.

You ended up deciding to give it a try. It couldn't be that bad right?

Turns out that small amount of alcohol could get you more drunk then you had prepared for. Instead of all the other students who were embracing being drunk and having fun, you stood in the corner, wide eyed as you stared out at the room. You didn't want to move. Your body felt like honey, like if you took a step you'd just collapse onto the ground. It was freaking you out to be honest. This was not what you had planned for at all. Alcohol was supposed to make you have fun, not make you scared.

You tried to call your dads to pick you up, but your vision was so blurry and your brain was so unfoccussed that you could hardly navigate your own phone.

You decided that leaving was what you needed to do. You had made a mistake by drinking that and you just wanted to go home. There was absolutely no point in you staying after your friend had ditched you.

Luckily there was a bus stop just down the street, so afer stumbling there, waiting and practically pulling your body on the bus, you were on your way home.

You somehow made your way back to your apartment and shakily walked in, feeling spacey and tired. Steven, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen moved his head to see you at the door.

"Y/n? You're back already? I thought we were going to pick you up in an hour or so" he voices as he pulls off his oven mits. Steven walks over to you and frowns at your slightly distant eyes.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks in concern. You look up to him and gulp, you didn't want to tell him what happened, but was hiding it even an option?

"I dran' alcohol" you slur out without thinking it through enough. You frown at your pronunciation. Why couldn't you say it properly? Steven looks down at you kind of shocked. He hadn't expected something like this tonight.

"You...drank alcohol?" he repeats back to you clearly. You just nod, your head feeling heavier by the minute. He looks you over, inspecting your eyes and your body language

"Do you know what type and how much?" he asks. You shrug.

"The vodka stuff and I don' remember how much" you inform him openly, currently having no filter at all.

His stance changes slightly as he crosses his arms and looks down at you, your brain is too spacey to notice.

"What were you thinking?" Marc asks, voice sterner than Stevens.

"I though' alcohol wa' supposed to be fun" you say honestly. Marc just shakes his head at that.

"Only sometimes. But you shouldn't be drinking at this age and you definitely shouldn't be drinking at parties full of students older than you. Who knows what they could do" he grumbles seriously. You just sway in your spot slightly as you almost dose off.

"Woah, woah. You alright there?" Steven says as he puts his arms on your shoulders. You just mumble something incoherent in reply.

"Okay, lets get you to the couch why don't we?" he says as he leads you to sit down. He goes off to grab some water and a damp cloth which he places on your forehead. You just stare at the ceiling as he takes care of you.

"I'm going to murder whoever pressured them into this" Marc says to Steven.

"It might have been a choice as well. Regardless, save the lecture for tomorrow please. Spend tonight considering what you were like at that age - curious and eager to fit in I'd guess?" Steven reasons quietly, you not even paying attention to his words at the moment. Marc grumbles but doesn't say anything, letting Steven know that he was indeed right.

"But they're too young for this" Marc pipes in again. Steven nods in agreement.

"I know. But I'm sure this incident has given them perspective don't you think? I don't assume we'll be dealing with this again any time soon. They have to learn some way, lets just hope they understand now" Steven says. You just squirm on the couch, feeling uncomfortable.

"Do you need anything?" Steven asks you kindly. You sit up and look around. Everything still felt so unreal to you, so you just flop back down onto Steven. He catches you, feeling suprised.

You just lay there before you start playing with his shirt. It felt so soft and nice. You moved your head back a bit to look at the fabric with wide eyes. Steven watches, wondering what you were doing.

"You're sooo soft pa" you say in shock. Steven holds back his laugh at your words and what seemed to be amazement at the simple fabric of his shirt.

"Oh my god, they are so drunk" Marc comments, forcing a voice of dissaproval as he also hides the amusment in his voice.

You stand up and pull Steven with you. You hold his arms weakly and begin swinging them around. He just goes along with it.

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously, still slightly amused by your drunk actions.

"Dancey danceyy" you laugh as you imitate some tap dancing, very badly. Steven had to make sure you didn't fall since your balance was currently non-existent. At least your mood had gone up though.

"Dad come dance wit' mee" you say, still swinging your arms about and humming some random tune.

Marc fronts and goes along with it as well.

"Did you guys take dance classes? This is soo unfairrr" you complain, a little discouraged that your body isn't moving like you want it to.

"I think you're just a little out of it" Marc says truthfully. You continue trying to dance though, regardless of your horrible moves.

"Daa dun ta daa" you sing to yourself as you bust another horrible move. Marc snorts softly.

"Wow, maybe we do need to get you some dance classes, this is truely something" he says in amusement. But you were vibing, so it didn't matter in the moment how good you were at dancing.

Eventually you slowed down though, and your dancing came to a halt. You just leaned forward onto Marc.

"'m sleepy" you mumbled. He patted your back softly and nodded.

"Okay, lets get you to bed" he said, acting like he did when you were much younger and he actually did need to put you in bed like this. You just complied as he picked you up and carried you to your room.

He lay down your sleepy body and placed the blankets over you. He then sat on the end of your bed and waited for you to fall asleep so that he was sure you were okay.

"Thanks dad..." you whispered out tiredly. Marc just looked at you as you rolled over to get comfortable, eyes already half closed as you dozed off.

"And thanks pa" you thank Steven as well. Marc sighs. You made a mistake, but you were going to be just fine, he was sure of it.

"Your welcome kid" he replies softly.

~~~

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope this turned out close to what you imagined. I did try adding some context to the situation, so sorry if that ruins this! Also fun fact, I've never actually been drunk before, even though I'm legally allowed to in my country. So sorry if this is wildly inaccurate! I'm mostly going off what I've seen in movies and stuff. To anyone reading, please don't take a drink from someone, especially if you don't know whats in it. And try not to succumb to peer pressure, you have control over yourself and your own life. Stay safe everyone :)

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[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 63

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader, layla el faouly x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, violence, language, angst, very rushed and hard to read, mention of doctors, needles, mention of child abuse, mentions of scars, KINDA SHORT?, let me know if i missed anything.

~~~

marc was next to disappear, making jake be the only one in control.

and without khonshu he didn't have much.

his daughter was just taken away from him by the police because they thought that she was being abused.

so he did what any sane person would do, and wait.

he knew khonshu was out there and as soon as you were in a secured location he would let jake know.

meanwhile, while he dealt with his emotions, you were just waking up a few hours later.

it was almost noon that day when you peeled your eyes open to see that you were in a grey room, on a bed.

there were two chairs next to it and a nightstand on the other side.

you also noticed the camera in the corner of the room.

you tried sitting up, but when you moved your arms they felt like they were stuck to something.

and they were. each of your wrists were handcuffed to the edges of the metal bed frame.

you pull against them with all the strength you have in your body, but come out with nothing.

your body was still weak with whatever those police stuck in you.

you hear a buzz and the door to your right unlock, making you dart your head in its direction, making you struggle against the cuffs again, the metal on metal burning your ears as they clang together.

the door opens and in comes a man, who was dressed in a tan trench coat, and strangely was also wearing a mask and sunglasses with a hat, and was carrying a binder.

he thanked whoever let him in and turned to you as the door locked again.

"hey, it's okay. you're safe" he tells you as he sits in the farthest chair from you.

you stop struggling to freeze while staring at the man with wide eyes.

"i'm detective wilson, i'm just here to ask you a few questions" you sense a grin under the face mask.

you just switch to a glare. "my dad isn't fucking beating me. now let me go home" you grit out and the man winces comically.

"damn. the mouth on you- okay-" he sighs tiredly. "i'm not actually here to ask you questions- i'm not even a detective" he starts and you begin to feel confused.

"then wha-"

"shhhh! they can hear us" he whispers and you shakily nod.

"i have a friend who has a friend who has a daughter, and that's you- so i decided that i would help my friend of a friends daughter get back home"

you blink twice before scoffing.

"yeah? and who's your friend of a friend?" you ask suspiciously.

"spider-man" he answers cockily and your eyes widen.

"wha-"

"now stay quiet, i'm busting you out of here" he whispers loudly and you nod quickly.

this man takes out one of those big metal cutters out of his trench coats pocket, and brings it down to the handcuff on your right wrist.

you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away only to hear the metal snap before your hand is free.

the man crawls across the bed, over your legs and he gets halfway over before you kick him off of you on to the other side.

he makes a loud noise of discomfort before getting up and getting the other handcuff off.

you start to get up when he rounds the bed when you stumble trying to take a step.

"careful, they drugged you up pretty good" the man whispers to you, and you nod, letting him lead you to the door.

"wait- they locked it" you tell him and he just clicks his tongue.

"oh that? you think i can't get this punk ass door to open?" he asks rhetorically and pulls a gun out of one of his pockets.

your eyes widen as far as they can go and you freeze in place.

"cover your ears, honey bunches" he starts, aiming the gun at the doorknob. "mr. pool is about to bust you outta this joint"

~~~

"okay, now that we're all back we need to make some kind of plan" marc takes the lead, looking to his two other alters.

they decided to separate bodies again, making it a bit easier on khonshu to talk to them.

khonshu had returned a bit before steven and marc came back from deep in the headspace.

"so she's at some hospital outside of town?" steven asks khonshu, repeating what he initially told them.

khonshu nods.

"okay so here's what we could do..-" marc starts, while jake slowly backs away towards his daughters room.

steven, marc, and khonshu were trying to come up with plans, only a little too busy to notice jakes absence.

he backed into the room and shut the door about halfway, and stared around.

it was messy if anything. more pictures gathered on the walls. pictures of yourself and them, and some of you and casper, even one with evie.

jake bit the inside of his cheek as he stepped closer to your bed, seeing your nightstand drawer left open, so he couldn't help but look inside.

while disgusted by the small cardboard box of condoms that looked like it was ripped open by an animal, he noticed a velvet box.

the curiosity got the best of him, and he gently picked it up, opening it to see a golden ring, with laylas name engraved into it.

the ring had a scarab on it, painted in shimmering orange paint while a few heart shaped pieces of metal surrounded it. along with it, a note, taped to the bottom of the box.

jake opened it, half smiling.

'for mom,

i had this ring custom made for you a while ago and never found a good opportunity to actually give it to you. if you're seeing this on mother's day then happy mother's day!! but if you're not then i'd still like to do something with just you. i want to thank you for taking me in as your own, and even though you could never replace my birth mother, nobody could ever replace you. you're the best mom i ever could've had, so thank you for adopting me with my dads.

i love you, mom.

from, y/n'

jake teared up with a small smile and folded the note back up and put the box back, then turning to set his eyes on his jacket.

the leather jacket he let you borrow on your trip to the doctor. it was laying on your bed, smoothed out on top of your blankets.

jakes smile turned into a frown, but the tears didn't stop.

he took his jacket in his hands and sat on the bed, folding in on himself as he clutched the leather in his hands.

he let a choked sob come out, then heard the door creak.

"..jake?" steven starts quietly. "are you alright?" that's all it took for jake to completely break down, while steven and marc rush to him.

"hey what happened?" steven asks gently and jake picks his head up to violently wipe at his wet cheeks.

"we can't lose her- we can't-"

"take a breath, we'll get her back" marc confidentially says without missing a beat, making jake nod and listen to his instruction.

"they had no right" he shakes his head, taking his hat off and tossing it to the side, not caring where it landed.

"jake listen to me" marc starts. "our daughter has gotten into way worse, and being honest she could find her way back all in her own"

he sighs. "but this is different, she didn't leave on her own. she was taken by actual police so it might take a bit to get her back"

"but she's safe?" jake asks quietly and steven nods.

"we promise"

"then let's carry on with the plan" jake wipes at his cheeks. "our daughter needs us"

~~~

"fuck"

"hey, young lady, watch your mouth"

"well sorry, but you're not the one who just fucking tripped" you grit out, letting the man drag you through the long white hallways of the hospital you were in.

he told you that he was going to get you out of there without anyone noticing, and then help you get home.

you decided to just trust him. you needed to get home to your family and this was the only way to do it.

"sir? where are you taking that patient?" a female voice asks from behind you two.

it was obvious you were a patient there, the uncomfortable and itchy gown made sure of it.

"out" he answers quickly, grabbing onto your wrist and full on sprinting away, while the lady yells after you.

"wait- let go! we're heading right for a window!" you yell at him, as he sprints towards a floor to ceiling window.

"i know! just hang on!" he yells back, turning to grab you by the waist and jump at the window, causing it to break, leaving you both to plummet towards the concrete sidewalk.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" you scream, grabbing at the man's jacket as tight as you could.

you squeeze your eyes shut the closer you get to the ground, when you feel yourself lift up and swing away, similar to when you would swing around london at night.

next thing you knew, you were standing on solid ground while the man's coat and hat were dropped to the ground behind you while you were being rushed towards an alleyway.

"hey! what-"

"shh! shh! let me explain-" you cut him off by kicking him in the shin, making him gasp, and that's when you see his face for the first time.

it almost looked like a raisin in a fucked up way.

"dude-"

"hey, just listen and don't fucking kick me again, i'm trying to help you" he starts and you just blink.

he sighs. "leave the questions for later" he starts while putting a red and black mask over his face. "for now, my names deadpool"

~~~

"WHAT!? SHES GONE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHES FUCKING GONE?!" layla screams from over marc's phone.

he sighs and looks out the window to his left. "they had reason to take her layla, we just don't know what to do.." he explains while steven and jake were coming up with some bullshit plan in the other room.

"well where is she now?!"

"..at a hospital a couple miles out from town" marc stutters, fighting tears that were coming to his eyes. "khonshu followed her there"

"jesus-  well i'm coming over then" layla hangs up after scoffing and marc's eye twitches before he slams the phone down.

that gathers the attention of both steven and jake, who slowly approach marc who now had his head in his hands, still sitting at the kitchen table.

it's silent before marc inhales sharply and sits up straight, with a clenched jaw while wringing a hand around his right wrist.

"hey, don't do that" steven reaches out gently, separating marc's hands as he relaxes all of his muscles and completely falls onto steven, arms around his back clawing at his shirt.

"we have- we have to get her back" marc grits out in a pitch higher that usual.

"i know, we know marc. we will i promise" steven rushes to reassure him.

steven felt absolutely terrible right now. even though they all loved you dearly, steven couldn't focus on himself but his alters.

because without them, he feels he wouldn't even be here in the first place.

marc tried his hardest to remain calm, but even after jakes small meltdown he felt almost powerless.

"should we go out? look for her?" marc asks in between shuttering breaths.

"i think that's the best idea" steven starts. "but what about layla? she's coming over"

"shit" marc mumbles.

"jake and i could go and-"

"no, i want to be there" marc starts. "i need her to know it's not her fault- and to apologize"

steven stays quiet and sits down next to marc where he was sat on the couch.

"she made it pretty clear how she felt about us forcing her to the doctor, and now it's come back and bitten us in the ass. i need to apologize for being a dick about it too" marc sighs.

"you weren't a dick-"

"yes he was, amigo" jake cuts in from wherever he was listening from.

he enters the room. "but she still doesn't hate you" he defends.

marc just sighs and shakes his head.

"i just want to know if she's okay right now" he says.

~~~

"THIS IS NOT OKAY!!" you shout, earning the attention of the man who's dragging you around tall buildings, earning looks from pedestrians.

"you'll be fine! it's just a light jog!" 'deadpool' turns his head to yell back.

you were still wearing the hospital gown and those socks with the sticky things on the bottom, and it hurt every time you took another step.

you just groan and allow this almost complete stranger in a spandex suit and mask to lead you around, until he suddenly stops, making you run into his back.

"what the fu-"

"hey! what did i say about the language?"

"to watch it" you respond.

"exactly, now let's get you a change of clothes, hm?" he gestures towards the thrift store you just stopped by, so you shrug.

"let's make it quick, i want to go home" you tell him sternly and he nods.

you both walk in and you scan the room, seeing there aren't that many people and that the person at the register was on their phone.

nobody even noticed that you look like you just escaped a hospital- which you did- and the man with you was in a literal superhero suit with two huge swords on his back.

the man- deadpool- almost sprints over to a prom dress that was on display, and you look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"how about this? it's very sparkly" he twirls it around and you scoff.

"no"

"OOH- but this one! it's perfect" he throws the previous dress to the floor to show you a bright hot pink sundress.

you just turn away with a smile, shuffling through a rack of pants.

"maybe next time" you mumble which makes him gasp.

"really?! you're just the sweetest, we need to hang out more!" he swings an arm around your shoulder.

"you pretty much saved my life so i'd be down" you begin. "as long as you don't like.. murder me or something" you add and he takes his arm off you to shove a shirt into your arms.

"perfect- now go try those on so we can get you home" he starts guiding you by the shoulders to the dressing room.

you just sighed and went along with it, locking the door once you were in the room.

you now notice the black shirt, which had a small unicorn with rainbow hair right in the center of it.

your eye twitches but you decide against leaving the changing room to argue with him.

you slip your hospital gown off and stare in the mirror, furrowing your eyebrows.

it's weird to be doing this in a changing room after you just escaped a hospital, but you can't help but stare at the scars that littered your body.

a gunshot wound on your thing from when harrow was brought back to life, multiple scars on your abdomen from fighting, and some on your face from fights at school and such.

and of course the huge ones on your back from when you got cut by one of your foster 'mothers' by a broken beer bottle.

you look away and reach for the pants, putting them on quickly before the shirt.

it was still a bit cold out since it was only the beginning of march, so you shiver once before shoving the door back open, stopping when your path is blocked by 'deadpool'. 

you raise an eyebrow when he leads you away, and to the doors.

"wait don't we have to pay for this stuff-"

"nope! just run!" he grabs your hand, running out of the store as the once distracted employee shouted to stop just before you turned the next corner.

"wait- this isn't right!" you angrily rip your hand away from his to stop.

he sighs and puts his hands on his head.

"but muffin-cakes, nows not the time to think about what's right, the police are probably tracking you down and your family is worried about you" he walks a step closer to you and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"now believe me, you get back home, and be with your family no matter how much you think you'll see them in the future" he shakes your shoulders a bit, making your eyes widen.

"okay, okay let's just go-"

"that's the spirit! now come on!" he begins to run with you again.

~~~

layla was now at yours and marc's place, pacing back and forth while scolding marc.

"did you even think about what that doctor might do if she saw those scars?!" she yells, making marc cringe.

"layla.." he sighs. "i... didn't even think about it i just assumed it'd be done-"

"she was traumatized! don't you realize she has been tortured by doctors all her life?!" layla rubs her temples. "sorry- i don't mean to yell i'm just worried, what if she left the hospital? what if somebody took her?"

"layla" marc stands up, putting a hand on each of her shoulders. "you know our girl is tough. she'll be okay. we should go out and find her" he decides and layla nods.

"can we come?" steven pipes up, referring to him and jake.

"no" marc starts getting his shoes on.

"wha- why?!" steven whines, wringing his wrists with his hands.

marc goes over to him to stop his hands. "because i need you two to stay here in case she comes back" he tells him softly.

steven just sighs. "i want to be there when you find her.." he says sadly and marc nods.

"i know but i really need you guys to stay-"

"she's our daughter too you know" steven points out and jake nods from where he stands.

marc sighs tiredly and looks to layla for help, but she just shrugs.

"please? i promise we'll get back as soon as we can" marc tries to assure steven.

steven doesn't say anything, making marc continue to get ready to go.

layla just looks sadly at steven. he really wanted to be there when his daughter was found.

"..fine..." steven sighs and moves to the bed, sitting on it and refusing to look at marc, or anyone for that matter.

"let's just go, he'll calm down once y/ns back" layla says, and marc nods.

"stay safe amigos" jake tips his hat at the both of them before they go.

after marc and layla were out the door, that's when steven broke down.

jake heard his stifled sons and went to calm him. "steven, i know you want to help but we have to stay in case she comes home-"

"but she's our daughter too! it's not fair!" steven whines and cries like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but jake gets it.

he would've volunteered to go too if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid.

afraid you still hated them since your fight.

jake sighs. "just stop crying.. she will be back before you know it" he nods to steven, who's beginning to calm himself down.

"yeah yeah, thank you jake"

~~~

"there it is! that's my apartment building!" you stop in your tracks to look across the street and grin widely, deadpool stopping as well.

"well don't just sit here like a bag of dicks, we have to find your parents" he shrugs, walking across the street and up to the doors only to see a disheveled couple sprint out.

"what the fuck-" the man says, staring at deadpool's suit.

he then turns to you and that's when you gasp to yourself.

it was marc and layla.

you stand as still as a statue, deadpool trying to figure out what was going on.

"is that her..?" marc asks layla in a panic, seeing you just stand and stare wide eyed at them.

"baby is that you?!" marc decides to shout and it doesn't even take a second to start sprinting over to where they stood, not even bothering to check if cars were coming in your direction.

lucky for you, there wasn't.

marc and layla both held hands tightly as they also jogged in your direction, before you throw yourself into their arms, hysterically sobbing.

"i'm so- so sorry-" you start but layla shushes you.

"no no, don't apologize" she and marc both hold you as you have an arm wrapped around both of them.

you open your eyes to pull back and look to marc.

"oh honey.. this is my fault. i shouldn't have made you-"

"no dad. it's okay" you wipe a tear from your face before proceeding. "is.. are steven and jake in there..?" you ask and marc gasps.

"shit- we have to go! they are waiting in the apartment!" layla panics, remembering how steven was before they left.

marc then turns and sees deadpool just watching them, fiddling with a gun.

"i- did you help her..?" he asks him and he nods.

"of course i did, if i didn't the author would've procrastinated the whole 'finding home' thing" he waves them off and marc makes a face before guiding you to the doors.

you turn back, right before entering the building. "thank you wade" you say genuinely and send a small smile wades way.

"of course, sugar plum. wouldn't want the readers to get too sad do we?" he the walks off.

you just shake your head and grabs your mothers hand, walking with both your parents to the elevator.

~~~

it was actually extremely awkward in the elevator since all of your adrenaline was coming down, and you look up slowly at marc.

"are you guys still mad at me..?" you ask and marc sighs.

"not now" he mumbles and layla gives him a stern look.

you just kick the ground and stare at the elevator doors before they open.

marc almost drags you to the apartment with layla mumbling curses before you freeze in place at the door, seeing your two other dads.

they whip around once they hear the door open and that's when steven breaks down in tears.

"o-oh my gods! she- she's back!" he basically sprints over to take you into his arms, you doing the same.

"oh darling, my heart, i missed you so much- i thought something bad would happen to you!" he takes you back to hold you by the shoulders and stare into your eyes.

"dad.. i'm sorry" you whisper with tears in your eyes.

steven simply shakes his head. "s'nothing to be sorry for" he basically passes you onto jake, who squeezes you almost as tight as he can.

you struggle a bit to breath before he lets go, taking in your appearance.

"is that.. is that a unicorn on your shirt?" he asks with a raised brow.

you look down at your shirt, and remember that wade had picked it for you.

"yeah" you breath out, then look back up at him.

"y/n" marc says from behind you.

layla was just standing with her arms crossed, shaking her head.

"i need to talk to you. in private" he says sternly, moving to go into house room, and you follow hesitantly, leaving jake, steven, and layla behind.

marc closes the door behind you after you walk it, and you go to sit on your bed.

he sniffles and turns to you. "i'm so sorry kid.. i- i didn't mean to leave on a bad note- not that i knew that the police would take you away-"

"dad" you speak up, stopping the beginning of a rant. "i would've gone insane if i was away from you guys for another second. i should've come home.." you stand up, walking slowly to marc.

"what if.. what if i never saw you again?" you ask yourself, and marc sheds a tear.

you reach a hand up and wipe it away from his face, and he leans into your touch. "i love you so much. i would crumble and die if i never got to see your beautiful face again. you are the best daughter i could've ever asked for, i hope you know that"

you smile. "you're one of the best dads ever, and for the record i love you more"

"i love you most"

you lean forward and take marc in a hug, and he does the same, holding the back of your head gently in one of his hands.

you felt at peace.

you felt.. loved.

more than ever before. by a long shot.

deadpool had sent you a text, saying he got the police off your tail.

you didn't ask how, you were just grateful.

you left your room with marc and khonshu put your dads back into one body, and you cuddled with them alternating, and with layla on the couch.

after you changed of course.

into one of your moms shirts and stevens sweatpants.

your cats curled up near you too.

you had your whole family with you that night, and you couldn't be happier.

let's just pray once you get unsuspended you finally have a normal day at school.

with casper of course, your first love.

well, after your parents of course.

~~~

A/N : sorry this took forever, just super busy again. exams and shit. ily all so much

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Thanks bear and yes its true. Am a slut for hot men being dicked down. But how about something different how about sub Steven grant and he sending nudes and videos to reader while at work which leads to Steven getting recorded while he sucking reader off and being called a slut.-🐻‍❄️

Here you go 🐻‍❄! Enjoy love! And thank you for your request I look forward to your request everyday. Anyways enjoy the porn- I mean story

WARNINGS! HARD SMUT, hair puling, business man reader, public masturbating,slut, slapping,phone sex, dildos, skull fucking, Dom reader, Recording, and talks about past sex videos, recording a sex video. and etc.

STEVEN GRANT X MALE READER

Y/n has been at work for the past fourteen hours. And Steven has been counting every second of it. Waiting for Y/n to get on his lunch break. Everyday Steven sends pictures of themselves once the other is on their lunch break.

Today Steven had a no work day and he wanted to spend time with Y/n but he had to work. Y/n works as a stockbroker at one of those wolf of wall street types Stratton Oakmont in its prime type of business. He was the owner so he was respected and very busy but always missed boring meetings to go hang with Steven.

Sometimes he'll send one of his workers or his assistants to go to his house or museum or wherever Steven is at to check on him and buy him something to eat.

But the downside of their routine is people are always wanting to talk to Y/n during his break trying to get a promotion. Of course Y/n sends the fake people out but the real ones who're actually trying to get to know him talk too much in his opinion.

Today is one of those days during lunch "Learn things about the boss!" Today and there are like thirty people in your office trying to talk to you. You had your headphones not even bothering to make an effort that you're listening to. Looking at your phone eating your lunch. Only looking up once in a while to make sure they ain't stealing or killing each other. You see the reminder you set to send Steven a picture of you. "How do I look?" You ask looking at all of them. The whole room goes silent looking at you examining you. They all give you praise and roll your eyes. "Someone gets Jenny shes always honest with me." Everyone tries to get out once trying to find jenny. Once some one finds her you ask her do I look. She eyes you up and down and says you look messy but good. The response makes you smile and praise her for her honestly.

You look at the mirror one last time before sending Steven a picture of yourself. You hype yourself up in your mind saying that you should be a model. You giggle to yourself and make everyone look at you. "What! All of your lunch break is over to get back to work." A chorus of yes sirs leave the room leaving you by yourself. You get up from your chair and walk around making sure everything is in the right spot and nothing is missing. You hear a buzz from your phone and walk over to it picking it up and clicking on the picture to see what Steven is doing. It's Steven wearing your boxers loosely while their cum stains on it and cum all over him. You were about to text him but before you did he sent you another picture. It was his fingering his whole while jerking off.

You begin to get hard in your pants and walk over to your door and yell "Keep out!" and slam it locking and closing the blinds to be extra careful. You walk back to your desk and send Steven a picture of your hard on. Steven had seen it as soon as you sent. He sent you a video of himself sucking the dildo you bought for him when y'all had yall's first date. Most people would had thought you were crazy but you didn't care you wanted the old or sex talk out of the way in your relationship. The thought of him keeping for all this time made you dick throb. Before you were dating you'll just find a desperate female worker or man you didn't care much to solve this problem. But now since you're in a pretty deep commitment to him planning to propose cheating is out the window. Steven sent you a video on the dildo deepthroating it while he played with his hole.

You keep replaying the video over and over listening to it and imagining it's you that hes sucking. Well you started to record yourself jerking off and groaning his name as you imagined his mouth sucking your cock dry. Once you were satisfied with the video you stopped recording but you didn't stop fucking yourself. You set your phone down and started to close your eyes focusing about Steven's body and how it reacts to your cock. Oh god at this point you were rubbing your cock onto your desk for extra friction. Your phone buzzed and picked it up fast looking to see what he sent. It was him riding the dildo screaming your name and moaning your name and cum flying out his cock. Some of the cum landed on the phone and even more than before on his stomach and thighs. You begin to wonder how much Steven is masturbating. It's only been a few hours you look at what time it is and you gasp. What the hell fourteen hours. You slapped yourself in the face to stay up for too long. You shock your head. This is not the time. You'll make it up later but right now you gotta focus on cumming. You start to replay and stare at all of the pictures and videos. But the one when Steven sucking on the dildo makes you cum on the dot.

Once you come out of your heaven you clean yourself up and the desk. You fix your clothes and hair and pick up your keys and your other things like wallet,phone and ID. You walk out of the office and tell your right man to take care of everything. You find your driver and ask him to take you home. Once he drops you off you walk into the house closing and locking the door. You strip off everything besides your boxers. And leave it in a random corner. You make sure to bring your phone and walk around the house looking for your bf. Once you find him you see him jerking off to some of your older and new nudes you sent him at the start and weeks ago of your relationship. "We should make a new album once I propose." Your voice scares him and makes him jump and yelp "Y/n! h-hi! You said your g-gonna propose when?" You laugh and walk over to him raising his chin up "I can't believe you pulled a stunt like that. Really sending me a nude at work like the slut you are." You slap his face lightly laughing. "What if my workers saw and saw how slutty their boss bf is huh? And they all get their panties or boxers wet because of my whore of a bf." You look down at him with dominating eyes while he looks up at them looking pretty and almost like an angel. "Thats your dream fantasy huh slut? Looking so pretty to other people but they can't touch you because you belong to me. Do you belong to me Stevey?" Steveny shakes his head yes. "Good boy."

"Now I want you to suck on my cock like you did to the dildo. Okay boy?? Now go!" Steven does as he told pulling down your boxers fast taking your cock down his throat with no hesitation. You begin your record Steven laughing. "Welcome to Mr Steven Grant future l/n first porn video." The truth is this isn't the first time Steven has done this. It's one of your guys things that brings you closer. Surprisingly Steven had brought it hope at first you didn't trust it since you are a celebrity and well respected and honestly better than Tony stark business man but soon you didn't even care you loved being filmed and doing the recording. You two have days of footage of the other or both of you together. Steven's favorite one of them is your first time being powered bottomed like your first ever time was with him. And you were a moaning sobbing mess. You even called him daddy. But he hides the video from you since you would kill him you found out. Your favorite one of him that you was fucking him at some charity. But you did it in the owners office of the charity. You asked the owner if you can record the meeting she said yes but you were really recording Steven riding your cock in the meeting on your lap.

Steven was growing tired and you noticed so being the good bf you are you took control. Taking him by his curls yanking his head down and up on your cock. "Look at the young porn star letting the guest fuck his mouth without mercy." You say zooming in on his face. "Did y'all know the Y/n L/n boyfriend is a total slut and cocksleeve for him?" Y/n pulls out his cock from his boyfriend's mouth and slaps his face with his cock with a few laughs. "Now watch as the L/n cock split his throat in half." You say to the camera opening Stevens mouth with your hand and placing it back onto his head. You snap your hips forward hitting the back of his throat holding him still. His wet nose touching your stomach and his hands scratching your thighs hard enough to scar. You begin to face fuck him even faster when you feel your orgasm nearing "Fucking h-hell your slutty throat is gonna make me cum!" "Ah fuck" Stevens eyes roll backwards when he taste the salty liquid. You cum deep in his throat recording his every move. You pull out and finish off your load on his face. You take off your underwear and throw it in some random corner in the room.

Steven lays on his back trying to catch his breath while cumming onto his stomach. You record him as he runs down his high. You record what his face,thighs, and stomach looks like and walking around the room showing the camera all of the toys Steven had been using when you were at work. "And look what the slut did to my underwear its cover in cum! And my pillow! Hes such a slut!" You show the camera your boxers and your pillow. "Look at my thighs they're bleeding!" You laugh and walk towards the bathroom starting bathwater you set up the camera leaving and you come back to Steven who's almost about to pass out and getting into bath placing him on your lap kissing his shoulders.

"I Love you Mr l/n" You say kissing his neck. Steven hums a "I love you too" relaxing onto your lap.

THE END

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New at Life | Chapter 2

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x latina!teen!reader

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The sun poured through the window of the studio, easily waking Y/N up from her sleep. Her sleep schedule was terrible, usually she would find herself waking up in the after noon, but not today. Still, she struggled to get up until the alarm she set last night began to go off a second after.

As she sat up from the couch, she could feel the bones in her body pop. A groan escaped from within her throat while she continued to sit on the brown sofa. It seemed like it wasn’t going to be the best place to sleep, making it her goal to get a mattress as fast as possible.

Squinting at the window, her eyes were blinded from the bright light of the morning. God, did she miss her old room, but there was no point to sit and wallow. Standing up, she made a mental note to buy curtains as well.

Y/N proceeded to begin her day, cooking a small breakfast meal with the groceries she bought from yesterday and then heading to the shower to wash off the grogginess still left in her. Now she found herself rummaging though her luggage, throwing articles of clothing out to make things easier for her, “I swear I packed it,”

With her hair still dripping from the shower, the collar of her t-shirt began to get damp. She rushed herself, trying to save herself from ending up with a wet shirt. After rummaging, she finally found what she needed and held it up, letting out an ‘Ah-hah!’.

It was a cotton, long sleeve, burgundy button down, one that she found in a thrift store. Actually, most of the outfit that she’ll be wearing were thrifted. She put on the long sleeve, tucking it into her clack slacks after buttoning. Since she didn’t have any professional looking shoes, she went with black boots. Her hair was a disaster trying to be held together; she had no idea how to style it without looking like a suburban middle-aged woman, so she just brushed it out and added volume.

She walked up to the mirror, turned, twisted, and even performed a small dance to see if she would be comfortable. "That's all they're going to get from me," she slouched. She grabbed her bag from the wooden dining table, plus the 6 copies of her resume that she printed out yesterday. Locking her door, her feet automatically walked her to the elevator and out to society.

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Usually she would have just applied online, but she really needed a place to work. Additionally, she heard you get a higher chance of getting hired if you asked upfront. Making the mall a goldmine, she walked to one perfume shop that had a ‘Hiring’ sign at the front. Again, she believed it would be easy until she located the manager and asked about the position, only to be met with the manager’s scowl and a rude, “The spot has been filled,”. Lord, did she feel so much rage from that encounter. With a quick mutter of “Fuck you too”, she walked off, she didn’t need to worry about it, she was barely starting, and she still had a long way to go. – After hours, Y/N had no luck with any of the five other places she went to. She even went to some other places of business on her way out but nothing. The sun was starting its first phase of setting and she was just sitting on a bench with her elbows on her knees and hands holding the bottom of her chin. She wasn’t alone though, next to her was a man in gold clothing while he was painted gold himself. He had a gold suit that reflected in the sun, almost blinding Y/N. He was motionless, only holding a simple pose. It seemed almost humiliating to do, but Y/N found herself able to pour out all of her frustrations.

“I dressed the part, printed my damn resume, and you’re telling me none of them wanted me?” she vented, her voice laced with exasperation. “Like they ask for experience when they are the reasons some of us can’t get any. They think they are so superior, like yeah right. Working at a convenience store and sex shop makes you so elite,” she muttered between bites of her hotdog, staring at the people passing by with envy.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N's contemplation was interrupted when two girls approached her, requesting a favor. She sat up and rose from the bench, "Oh, sure," she responded, taking the phone from them. Motioning the girls to stand by the golden man, she instructed them to say something cheesy like "golden." They complied, and once she returned their phone, they thanked her and began to walk away. But Y/N couldn't let them leave without reminding them of one thing. “Oye! You guys forgot to tip him!” she called out, pointing at the golden hat on the floor.

"No se hagan culeras," she added. *Don’t be assholes

Wide-eyed, the girls hurriedly contributed to the hat before scurrying away. Y/N scoffed, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Maybe you should hire me as your manager or something," she mused, before continuing to take a bit of her hotdog.

Grabbing her hotdog again, she continued to eat before a flyer landed on her foot. Her chewing stopped as she looked down and picked it up. It had Egyptian hieroglyphics in the background, and a sarcophagus in the front, with the words 'NOW HIRING' in large white letters.

Her eyes widened, pushing the flyer to the gold man’s view, she exclaimed, “It has to be a sign right? Does it have an address?”. She looked closer and it did with the qualifications. It seemed like they were hiring right away. Checking the time on her phone, she had enough time to go check it out before retreating.

She stands up to leave, opening her wallet and taking out two pounds, placing them into the tip hat. “Once I am working, I will come back with more,” she smiled before she dashed away to the Ancient Egypt Museum.

As she approaches the museum, banners flutter in the breeze, displaying some of the exhibits. Aside from that, the museum is a pale white being held with white columns, almost a resemblance to the hall where the statue of Abraham Lincoln is located. Large stairs lead to the front doors of the museum which scare Y/N due how her energy has depleted.

As she fights the journey up the stairs and takes a quick break to catch her breath, she walks in to see numerous exhibits. Glass-encased statues and tombs, Egyptian art, and a small gift shop. She can't remember the last time she visited a museum, but she remembers being interested in the topic thanks to her grandfather who would go on and on about history and archeaology, Ancient Egypt being one.

Since the flyer offered a job position in the gift shop, she heads straight there. However once she gets close, she sees a familiar neighbor at the register.

Steven waved goodbye to a boy he had been speaking to, "Take care of Tawaret, alright?" As he resumed organizing the items that had been knocked over, the corner of his eye caught sight of Y/N standing in an awkward stance. Intrigued, he paused his task and greeted her with a warm smile. "Well, if it isn't my dear neighbor, Y/N."

Y/N approached him, her voice laced with a playful tone. "And if it isn't my locksmith," she replied, her steps bringing her closer.

Continuing his task, Steven maintained a light-hearted demeanor. "Indeed, that's what I am. So, what brings you here today? Are you a fan of Egyptian history?"

"I mean it’s cool, but i’m actually here because of a flyer,” Y/N shrugged casually, fishing out a flyer from her pocket and handing it to Steven. He brings it close but then moves it back when he tries to read it, something that Y/N has seen her parents do. "You want to work here?" he asked, squinting at the words on the flyer.

"Yeah, if it’s cool, so far no one has tried to give me an interview or even a handshake," she says, leaning against the front desk of the gift shop, looking down as she is reminded of the rude managers from earlier.

Steven looks at her with pity but gives her an encouraging smile, "Of course, it's alright. Tell you what, why don't I put in a good word for you here?"

Puzzled by the unexpected offer, Y/N tilted her head slightly. "Why?" she inquired.

"Well, it might just speed up the process for you and help you land a job here," Steven explained, his eyes reflecting a genuine desire to assist.

"I mean, I get that, but why are you going out of your way to help me? We've only known each other for less than an hour," she stated, her voice tinged with a mix of surprise and skepticism.

It was true, if she was in his position, she wouldn’t bother to help her neighbor. Let alone interact with them.

"True, I suppose," he mused, "but it doesn't feel right to withhold a helping hand. At least, that's my take on it." Y/N's gaze remained fixed on him as he offered a smile. Having the skill of a people watcher, she was able to tell if someone exuded goodness and those who were terrible. And in this case, he had gold splashed on him with how he radiated warmth and kindness.

"Not to mention," he added with a shrug, "it would be nice to have someone else working the shop with me."

She nodded in understanding, grasping his situation. "Well, if you're open to it, then sure—"

"Stephen! "The sharp voice sliced through their conversation, causing both Y/N and Steven to jump. Y/N turned to her left, finding the source– a woman with bleached blonde hair and eyes that were capable of making children cry.

Once the woman approached them, she crossed her arms and locked her gaze onto Steven, completely disregarding Y/N's presence. "Are you selling to our customers or babbling on about nonsense?" she spat.

Steven’s demeanor seemed to delfate with the way his cheerful character became gloomy. His shoulders slumped, the twinkle in his eyes extinguished, leaving behind an almost stoic expression. "It's Steven, once again, Steven," he emphasized, tapping his name tag for emphasis.

"I don't bloody care. If you're not pulling your weight, your role in the gift shop will be taken away," she declared, waving her finger at him as if scolding a child.

While the woman continued to bicker Steven, Y/N took the chance to sneak a glance at her name tag, revealing the name 'Donna.' It seemed to match her demeanor perfectly.

"Understood," Steven replied, but then turned to face Y/N. "However, I was actually talking to my…" He paused, his lips thinning as he formulated an answer. "…cousin. She's interested in applying for the position of gift shop associate. I highly recommend her," he stated, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N tensed at the sudden spotlight being cast upon her in their conversation. Donna's scowl mirrored the other managers that Y/N has encountered. It must be a cultural norm in England.

Glancing up at Steven, he subtly directed his gaze towards Donna. "Oh, um, nice to meet you. My name is Y/N," she greeted with a smile, extending her hand. Surprisingly, Donna accepted the handshake, though her expression remained one of confusion.

"Your cousin, huh? How can I be certain you won't disappoint me?" Her gaze shifted to Steven, one eyebrow raised in doubt.

"I assure you, she would never deceive you. She's a dedicated worker, always eager to learn and grow," he said as he looked at Y/N, almost as if he was referring to yesterday when they were both learning new phrases.

Seeing that Steven was the only one trying to make her shine, she got rid of her daydreaming and spoke up, “Yes! I thrive on being busy and I almost never complain. Plus I learn real quick if you teach me,”

Donna's suspicious gaze intensified as she questioned Y/N's American accent. A sense of urgency washed over Steven as he realized the glaring inconsistency. He looked over to Y/N who seemed to be piecing together a story in her mind.

"Well, I actually grew up in the United States," she confidently stated, ensuring that her words sounded truthful. She just hopes that Donna won’t ask about the family tree. She swiftly changed the subject to the interview, “Over there, I learned to multitask and the importance of respecting my superiors." This however, was a lie; first of all she didn’t believe in the phrase “respect your elders” and secondly she never worked a day in her life. But it seemed like lying is what will help her if she really wanted work there.

Donna's gaze lingered on her, as if scrutinizing every word she said. After a pause, Donna relented, her tone laced with resignation. "Alright, fine. Consider yourself hired. It's only because this one," she gestured towards Steven, "has been giving me a headache." Steven arched an eyebrow at the insult but accepted it to stay away from arguing, and potentially losing his name tag.

"You begin today and then–" Donna started to explain before she was abruptly interrupted.

"Wait, today?" Y/N's voice held a hint of surprise.

Donna responded with an aggressive and rude tone, making it clear that she had little patience, "Yes, today. Is that going to be a problem?".

Shaking her head in response, Y/N chose not to engage in further confrontation. Donna then turned her attention to Steven, delivering a cutting remark, “You will train her today, I expect her to be far better than you". With that, Donna walked away.

"My first job and my boss is a complete bi–" Y/N began to vent her frustrations, but before she could finish her sentence, Steven interjected, "I know she's an absolute tosser, but trust me, you'll get used to it," he said with a reassuring smile.

Y/N nodded in agreement. There was a pause before Steven realized his new task and exclaimed, "Oh right! As it turns out, I will be your mentor, for which I am grateful". He made a small bow with his palm on his chest which Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at his action.

For the rest of the day, Steven spent it by teaching Y/N the basics of working in a gift shop. He started by familiarizing her where each product belonged and taking inventory. As they moved on to the cashier duties, Y/N couldn't help but feel a nervous flutter in her stomach. However, Steven's presence by her side made her nerves flatten thanks to Steven being by her side, giving her a thumbs up. Even after making countless mistakes, Steven never raising his voice or belittling her efforts.

"I believe that's all the time we have for today. Tomorrow, I'll show you the stock room and all that buzz," Steven announced, beginning to tidy up as the museum visitors started to depart. With a nod of understanding, Y/N followed closely behind him as they headed toward the locker room.

Inside the locker and break room, a few people gathered their belongings , ready to leave. The lockers, arranged in a row toward the back, were rather small. On the opposite side, there were two tables accompanied by a handful of chairs, positioned next to cupboards and counters. A microwave sat on the counter, while a whiteboard displayed the day's assigned duties on a white fridge.

"Well, here's the break and locker room. It's not the most extravagant, but it's better than nothing," Steven remarked, opening his locker to retrieve the familiar satchel Y/N had noticed earlier. He continued, "I'll give you the door code tomorrow."

Once Steven closed and locked his locker compartment, a sudden realization seemed to dawn upon him. His head shot up, causing Y/N to instinctively take a step back. "Have you had your lunch? Now that we're on the topic," he asked, concern evident in his voice. Though Y/N hesitated, not wanting to burden him with guilt, her silence confirmed it for Steven.

“Well," she began, her voice trailing off, "I ate earlier today." "Oh, bollocks! I was too caught up in training you that I completely forgot about the most basic needs," Steven exclaimed, running his hand from the top of his face down in frustration. Looking around, he pondered for a moment, searching for a solution. "Well, let's get you some dinner then. There's a place down the street that might still be open," he suggested, eager to go.

Her eyes widened, and she waved her hands dismissively. "No, no! It's alright. I bought groceries yesterday, so I'm pretty sure I have something to eat," Y/N assured him. Steven raised an eyebrow, not fully convinced. "No offense, but I'm sure the moment you get home, you're going to knock out in bed," he remarked knowingly.

He was right. Y/N was exhausted, and all she craved was a good night's sleep. She pursed her lips, contemplating whether to accept his offer. She didn't want him to spend more money on her, considering all he had already done. Letting out a sigh, she relented, "Alright, but let's go for something cheap.”

They both exited the museum and strolled along the street, heading towards a nearby bus stop. Steven came to a halt, but Y/N continued walking, oblivious to the fact that he wasn't following. With a quick call to get her attention, she turned around and hurriedly made her way back.

"We're taking the bus?" Y/N inquired a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Of course! If we go on foot, it'll probably be closed by the time we get there, and it would be past your bedtime," Steven replied with a playful smile.

She rolled her eyes, retorting, "I'm 18, you know that, right? Besides, I don't think I have any change for the bus fare." Y/N took out her wallet and opened it to confirm her lack of change. As expected, she was right.

However, Steven waved off her concern, insisting that he would cover the cost. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but it was difficult to do so earlier, so she nods. Plus she might give her legs a break from running around in the gift shop. —— The small restaurant had a handful of patrons, with white tiled floors and pale yellow walls. The rhythmic sounds of the grill and utensils filled the space behind the front desk where the kitchen was located. Y/N glanced up at the menu, feeling overwhelmed by the variety of noodles and drinks on display. Unsure of what to choose, she shifted back and forth, thinking of her options. Sensing her dilemma, Steven stepped in and recommended a few dishes, highlighting his personal favorite with tofu.

"If you're not a vegan like me, the Classic Thai is also popular," he shrugged, noting its meat content.

Nodding in acknowledgment, they approached the cashier to place their order. Steven took charge and ordered for both of them, and once it came to pay, he handed the cashier a bill. As the cashier reached out to receive it, Y/N's eyes caught sight of a tattoo on their arm.

"Hey, I like your tattoo," Y/N commented, flashing a smile.

The tattoo depicted a scale, intricately detailed with crocodile heads on either side. The cashier returned the smile and glanced down at their tattoo. "Thank you. It's a sign of a miracle," they shared.

Y/N nodded slowly, her brows furrowing slightly, “I see, it’s nice,”

Feeling a shiver crawl up her spine, Y/N glanced back up to find the cashier's gaze fixed on her, still wearing that eerie smile. Her eyes widened, feeling the hair behind her neck stand. The cashier's unwavering stare seemed to penetrate her very being. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, until the jarring ring of a bell shattered the tension. The cashier finally averted her gaze, retrieving a bag with their drinks. Breathing a sigh of relief, Y/N couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease as they made their way towards the exit.

As they approached the door, a nagging thought tugged at Y/N's mind. Her instincts screamed at her to keep moving forward, but an unsettling curiosity lingered. She refrained from glancing back at the cashier, trying to leave fast. However, she thought she heard a "goodbye" reached her ears with the mention of her and Steven’s last names. —— On the bus once again, Steven and Y/N settled into their seats, with Steven cradling the bag of food on his lap and Y/N holding the drinks. With about ten minutes left before their next stop, Steven took the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"So, what's your take on London so far?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Y/N, still mulling over the unsettling encounter at the restaurant, was caught off guard. She paused for a moment before responding, "Well, I've only been here for two days, but most of the people I've met were assholes, except for you, of course."

Steven chuckled, but quickly reprimanded her for her choice of words. "Oi, mind your language. But you're not wrong, not everyone here has been great."

Momentarily forgetting about their previous topic, Y/N smiled in confusion. "I didn't think you were so sensitive about cursing," she remarked, before correcting herself, “Nevermind, you do look like it,”

A hint of amusement danced in Steven's eyes as he raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to offend me? I just think someone your age shouldn’t have a vulgar vocabulary."

Y/N let out a scoff. "Well, you'd probably faint if you met the people I went to high school with."

Intrigued, Steven tilted his head and asked if she was currently attending college. Y/N nodded, and his face lit up with genuine excitement. "Congratulations! That's fantastic!" he exclaimed, offering his warm congratulations. Y/N returned the smile and expressed her gratitude for his enthusiastic response. Despite the ups and downs of the day, she couldn't help but appreciate Steven's positive attitude.

She mentions how she was accepted to a university near London, which is why she moved there in the first place which brings out more questions.

"Well, I'm not too familiar with the US, but aren't there universities closer to where you live? Why fly thousands of miles?" Steven inquired, genuinely curious.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, only providing a superficial answer. "Well, there are some nearby, but I just wanted to…," she trailed off, not delving deeper into her reasons, "Make my aunts and cousins jealous."

Steven nodded, sensing that there was more to her decision than mere family rivalry. However, he didn't pry further. Sensing the lull in the conversation, Y/N decided to change the subject.

"I think it's my turn to ask about you," she said, turning her attention to Steven.

"Alrighty, what do you want to know?" he replied, gesturing for her to unleash a barrage of questions.

She started by asking about his age, and he chuckled in response. "36," he revealed.

Y/N clicked her tongue playfully. "Dang, so I was close."

Amused, Steven raised an eyebrow and teased, "You were guessing my age? Taking offense, are we?"

"I said 40, but I guess you're younger than you look," Y/N shrugged nonchalantly. Steven dramatically placed his hand over his heart, pretending to be deeply wounded.

"Do I really look that old?" he asked, feigning shock. Y/N locked her gaze on him, tilting her head from different angles to see if she may have overestimated his age.

"Well, not anymore, but honestly, it might be true," she replied, sitting up straight. "Your aging is sped up because of Devah."

"You mean Donna?" Steven corrected her.

“Whatever," Y/N rolled her eyes dismissively. Steven couldn't help but laugh at her attitude towards their boss. He can’t blame her. Maybe he should have warned her about her before he tried helping her land the job.

—— "So, anything creepy ever happened here before I continue unpacking my apartment?" Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued as they waited for the elevator doors to open on their floor.

Steven looked at her, slightly taken aback by the question. "Are you talking about paranormal weird or people weird?" he clarified.

“Both”

The building, for the most part, was relatively quiet. Occasionally, heated arguments between couples could be heard echoing through the halls. There was that one incident when the electricity went out for the entire complex, forcing everyone to open their windows until it was fixed. But overall, not much out of the ordinary. "Not really, just the occasional flickering lights, but this building is quite old. I wouldn't worry too much. Just be cautious around people in general," Steven reassured her.

Y/N nodded, but her mind wandered as she observed the mirrors inside the elevator, noticing how they were positioned to face each other. She remembered seeing how mirrors facing each other could be used to create a portal. The flickering lights suddenly took on a new meaning in her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than just faulty wiring.

Once they reached their floor, Steven unlocked his door but decided to wait and see if Y/N would be able to open hers this time. "Just nudge the key to the left, right?" she asked, seeking confirmation. He responded with a simple "mm-hmm." That's exactly what she did.

Left. One nudge. Two nudges. Three nudges. Four. And click!

The door swung open, and Y/N stood there in shock. "I did it," she muttered to herself, then turned to Steven, unable to contain her excitement. "I fucking did it!"

"You did it!" he exclaimed, sharing in her joy. They continued to celebrate, their voices echoing through the hallway, until a neighbor shouted at them to quiet down. "Will you two just shut it already?! People are trying to bloody sleep!" The sound of a slamming door silenced them.

"Pinche—" Y/N began, but immediately stopped when she heard Steven clearing his throat.

*Fucking–

"Sorry," she quickly apologized, raising her hand in acknowledgment. Steven gave a nod, accepting her apology, and bid her a simple "goodnight."

Y/N sat at the table and unpacked the takeout food. She examined it closely, revealing a dish of fried noodles topped with chicken. The aroma wafted up, enticing her senses. Unable to resist any longer, she eagerly took a bite, savoring the burst of flavors. Her eyes widened in delight, and she leaned back in her chair, fully appreciating the deliciousness of the meal. The thought of returning to the restaurant already crossed her mind.

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Slowly trying to make Y/N talk to Steven more.

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