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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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Strawberries and Cream | [S.G.] [M.S.]

Pairings: Steven Grant x Black!Female!Reader, Marc Spector x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: It's valentine's day and your boys surprise you with breakfast in bed

Word Count: 3.4k words

Content Warnings: Swearing, established relationship, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

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A/N: Wowowowow, this took so long! Apparently, I don't know how to write anything other than angst, so it took me like six stories until I had one with just fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this though. HAPPY BELATED VALENTINE'S DAY! (And Black History Month, that is why we're here)

You woke up on the fourteenth, thrumming with excitement. The sun’s gossamer rays crept into the room, and you basked in the honey glow, letting the warmth soak into your skin. You wrapped yourself tighter in your sheets to fight off the chill and realised you were alone.

Usually, you would wake up feeling a little clammy and pressed into the mattress by a snoring hunk of muscle who had rolled over onto you in the night. But this morning, the furnace you were accustomed to waking up under was nowhere to be seen.

You slowly sit up and look around. There’s a different book on the nightstand. Which tells you they at least came home last night. Steven had just finished reading Don Quixote with you, and it seems your next bedtime story was Flowers for Algernon.

You heard something fall to the floor in the kitchen, then a string of curses. You would have panicked, maybe considered that your apartment had been broken into, but you recognised that voice…and the other.

“Steven cut it out. We only need one chef in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, well you forget I’ve had your food. And it’s not good mate.”

“Whatever, you don't even eat real food.”

“Cows are cute and I don’t want to eat them! But that’s beside the point. Crepes are tricky and you’ve already ruined the batter, just let me try and fix it, yeah?”

“I didn’t ruin anything. That extra egg was just- just good protein.”

“Well, now they’re gonna be too eggy! It’s gonna taste like an omelette!”

“Oh, shut up it’s fine. Everything is fine!”

Peering around the corner, watching them switch back and forth, you almost giggle. They're frantically whisking away, the mixing bowl tucked into their chest, pinned by their arm. Pinched between their fingers was the compact mirror you kept in your purse, but it seemed backseat driving was no longer sufficient.

They're covered in flour, and there's a bit of batter splattered on some of the cabinets, and across their cheekbone. Chaotic Domesticity. It was a good look on them.

They don’t see you when you step out of the hallway, “I’m sure it will be delicious, my loves.”

Your voice startles them slightly, and they almost drop the bowl. You quickly try to discern whose fronting. His brows are high, and his jaw is slightly slack. You step around the island divider and wipe the spot you noticed earlier, hoping it might calm him down.

“Steven, if they taste like omelettes, then I will be delighted to have omelettes. But crepes are great too. And so is that cafe down the street. Whatever works out, as long as you guys are there to eat them with me.”

He melts in your hold a little; his face tilting into your palm. But then he jerks it away very suddenly. You’re confused as he backs away.

“Oy! This was supposed to be a surprise!” He’s upset but not with you, just in general. However, his expression falls into a frown that breaks your heart a little. “We had a whole plan.”

“It’s alright, dear. I won’t look at anything else,” You say as you throw your hands up to cover your eyes. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

He chuckles at your antics, and you feel a little brighter. He explains that they planned to bring you breakfast in bed today. You shuffled back to your room and closed the door that way they would feel like they would get a little more privacy.

You tidied up a bit, picking up some clothes from the floor and remaking the bed. You stepped into your ensuite, brushed your teeth, and washed your face, then you let your braids out of your bonnet and tended to them accordingly. With nothing else to do, you wandered to the bookshelf in search of a title to pass the time.

Alice had just met the dodo and sacrificed her thimble when you heard a knock at the door.

“Are ya decent?” You heard Marc’s gruff voice call out.

You chuckle at the absurdity. You were currently wearing his shirt and his boxers in your shared bed in your shared apartment. He had seen you naked plenty of times.

“Based on previous reviews, I’d say I’m more than decent,” you tease.

You hear his laughter in the hall, and you inflate with a bit of pride. He cracks the door and loudly “whispers” through the gap.

“Steven wanted to wake you up with breakfast. Is there,” He sighs, embarrassed to ask, “Is there any way you could pretend to be asleep?”

You chuckle, knowing Steven can hear everything Marc says right now. “Of course. Anything for my boys.”

He shuts the door again, and you feel like you’ve been transported to the days of your childhood. Those times your parents would come into your room to tell you goodnight and tuck you in. But then you would immediately hide in your impenetrable fortress made of cotton and down and stay up reading for just a little longer.

After a few chapters, you could hear your parents walking towards your door to ensure you were asleep. Your heart would pound in your chest as you fumble to turn off your flashlight and try to hide your book under your pillow so your parents wouldn’t know you had gotten lost in the Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane yet again.

You feel a bit of adrenaline course through you as you scramble around. You're frantically searching for a bookmark and spot a receipt sticking out of a jeans pocket in the laundry. You shove it between your pages and toss the book under your pillow. Then you yank the blanket up, high above you and tuck the edge under your head. You watched the blanket cascade back down in a slow wave, like the rainbow parachute from elementary gym class.

You scrunch your eyes closed, as tight as you can- when you hear a gentle rapping on the door. It slowly creaks open again, and your name is whispered into the air, but you don’t respond. You’re supposed to be asleep. You’re not fallin’ for that.

Your lips are folded into your mouth as you try desperately not to giggle, staying as still as possible. You can hear steps approaching their side of the bed. They set a few things down and let out a long dramatic sigh that you recognise as Steven’s.

“I know you’re not asleep.”

You remain still.

“Really?”

He sounds more amused than irritated, so you continue the bit. You know Marc is definitely getting a kick out of this.

“Your food’s gonna get cold, and Marc and I worked too hard for you to let it go to waste. Now, come off it. Let’s see that beautiful face.”

Steven hears a muffled sound from the covers, but it’s indecipherable mumbling.

“Didn’t quite catch that love.”

You huff and tug the blanket under your chin.

“I said, If you wanna wake me up, you know how. I expect a proper waking up.”

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, you pull the blanket right back over your head. Steven grumbles but doesn’t complain. The sound of fabric ruffling and hitting the floor fills the room, and you can’t fight the grin spreading over your cheeks.

The rush of cold air on your back as the covers were pulled back was well worth knowing you had won. He slides in next to you and tucks himself in. Already your body seems closer to equilibrium, just having him near.

He pulls at your shoulder so you're laying on your back, and his arms immediately worm around your waist as his head rests on your chest. Your hands naturally come up to hold him closer, one draped over his back and the other tangled in his curly hair. You released a content sigh at the feeling of him snuggling into you as your nails pass through his curls.

You almost forgot what brought you into this situation in the first place. You are so at peace, intertwined with your lovers. But then Steven starts trailing kisses across your shoulder and up your neck. They are sweet and tender, feather soft. Each one pressed into your skin with consideration and devotion.

He reaches your cheeks, and one of his hands cradles your jaw. The way his fingers drag across your skin makes you feel like a precious stone, and the way he looks into your eyes makes you feel like a star plucked from the heavens.

He tugs gently at your chin, and your lips part as he ever so slowly leans in. You’re sure he can hear the way your heart is racing. The way it whispers his name every pump.

His nose bumps against yours, and you feel the faint sigh that leaves his lips against yours. You nudge your chin closer, trying to close the gap, but he manages to move just out of reach while staying just as close.

“I’m waking you up, darling,” he reminds you with a small smirk.

You whisper out a small okay that sounds pathetically desperate even to your ears, but you can’t find it in you to care. Because now his lips are brushing against yours. His slightly chapped lips set off every nerve ending in your own. His tongue darted out for just a moment to run against your bottom lip, and you gasped at the contact.

He dipped his nose under yours, and the torment began on the other side. He kissed your cheek, and you were about ready to snap. Had you been standing, you would have stomped your foot in frustration, and Steven would have laughed at your childish response. But he was teasing you relentlessly (which was already out of character for your sweet boy, who is always so eager to please), and it was getting harder to breathe under the covers.

His head is tilted so that it is almost perpendicular to yours. He moves his hand to cradle your cheek, his big hand almost covering the whole expanse of your face. He smiles sweetly at you before finally diving in.

Then it happened. His lips attached around your parted lips and created a seal. He blew a big puff of air into your mouth, and your brain reacted in the same way you think it would if you had been shot. Your eyes bugged out of your head, your arms instinctively failed out, and you made a sputtering, gagging noise. Your cheeks comically inflated for a second before all the foreign breath shot out of your nose. It was like a forced sneeze.

While you were effectively stunned, Steven was full-on chortling, completely cracking up. You’re not entirely sure what “guffawing” means, but you’re sure that’s what this is. You think he might actually damage something, bust his gut or something. It would serve him right, swift justice. You had recovered enough from your initial shock to finally respond.

“STEVEN MICHEAL GRANT! I cannot believe you did that! You not only faked me out but you- you...I don’t even know what you did! But it was horrible!”

The man you are scolding does not seem to care as he lies on his back, clutching his stomach and kicking his feet like a little schoolgirl. You playful smacked his chest as you sat cross-legged beside him in protest. You were upset, not because it happened, but because it happened to you. You didn’t want to admit how funny the joke was. Nor that you wished you had thought of it first.

His rolling laughter is cut short when his body suddenly stiffens, and his neck straightens with his chin pointing to the ceiling. The face that meets your gaze is a little hardened, tougher. His jaw is almost always clenched, and his brows are millimetres from furrowed. Sometimes it blows your mind how these two men can come from the same brain- cohabitate in the same body- when they are also so different. When they look so different.

This is the same face, the same hair, the same muscle and skeletal structure, biologically, the same man, and yet, they are entirely different. Their goals and aspirations are much more copasetic than they were before, but they are still different. They have different tastes in music and food. They have different favourite colours. They have different hobbies and skills. They know different languages. It’s wild.

But also they are similar in a lot of ways too. They are both shit dancers. Absolutely no rhythm to be found. But plenty of enthusiasm. They both like the smell of citrus. Neither of them really believes in multivitamins. You tried to get them to take some vitamin D (they are mostly active at night! They need it!), but even Steven thinks they're silly.

He promised to drink more orange juice. You didn’t have it in you to tell him orange juice packed vitamin C and not D and instead thanked him for making an effort.

They also both loved you. Like a lot. And that was pretty crazy to wrap your mind around too.

Marc’s eyes locked with yours and you watched as his lips danced around his face, chasing off a smile. You gave him a warning look, but it had the opposite effect. He burst into a fit of snickers. He at least had the courtesy to try to hide it behind his hand. He sat up and tried to cover his tittering with the most obviously fake cough you have ever heard.

“Sorry, had a little tickle in my throat.”

You roll your eyes and lightly check his shoulder with yours, “I know you were the mastermind behind that. My sweet little Steenie Baby would never do that to me. You’ve corrupted him. Truly a terrible influence.”

Marc throws his head back in a laugh (possibly an evil one, you couldn’t tell). He kisses your cheek in an effort to win you over, and you hate to say it works. He pulls you into his lap, and you settle into his chest. His arms rest under yours as he links your fingers together.

You tilt your head to the side as Marc takes his turn to pepper you with kisses and remind you how much he loves you. When he’s satisfied that his message got across, he tucks his face into your neck. There he stays, pulling your arms across your waist so he can still hold your hands while he presses your body as closely into his as modern science will allow.

You sway along to a song that isn’t playing. Or maybe it’s not playing through the air but rather through your hearts. Perhaps the shockwaves of each throb are travelling through your bodies, having a private conversation you’re not meant to hear. A secret serenade.

After what seemed like both forever and not nearly long enough, Marc left his hovel with a huff.

“Steven says if we don’t eat right now he’s going to go ‘absolutely mental.’”

You giggle and offer an apology to Steven while Marc leans over and sets the tray in your lap. It's a cookie sheet that they folded a towel around, so it wasn’t as cold or ugly. You smile as you admire its contents. A single red rose beside your plate, which was covered by a large bowl flipped upside-down, behaving as a lid of sorts. You unveiled your dish and gasped at the beauty before you.

Where you expected (maybe edible) plain crepes, you were instead presented with a large stack of hearts dyed to look pink and layered with some sort of white cream and strawberry slices. The top layer was adorned with little tuffs of the cream on the outer rim, with whole strawberries in between.

You looked at Marc in utter disbelief, and he beamed at you, pride pushing his chest forward. “Happy Valentines Day, Sheyfele.”

You grabbed him by the cheeks and crashed your lips into his. The kiss was quick but steady and sure. “Thank you, both of you. I love you so much.”

You’re sure they can see your eyes becoming glassier, but neither comment on it. You extend the favour.

“We love you too…Now please try it. Steven really is losing his mind here.”

It’s delicious (the sweet cream hides the little bit of egginess well), and you share bites with Marc for a while. He goes to readjust; prop up the pillows behind him. Marc had been putting his body through the wringer since he walked out his front door all those years ago. While he is definitely still young, his body isn’t what it used to be. He fluffs his, then reaches to grab yours.

“What’s this, baby?” He holds up a book with an amused smile.

You laugh at the memory, “Oh, I was reading that this morning, but then you asked me to pretend to sleep, so I just hopped under the covers as quickly as I could.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he thumbed through the pages. A small slip of paper fell out, and as Marc examined it closer, he felt his heart in his throat.

“Hey (y/n), where did you find this?”

You glance at the paper and answer between bites.

“It was stickin’ out of your pant pocket.” You point to the pair hanging out of the hamper, “I’m sorry, was it important? I didn’t mean to steal it.”

You worry for a second that you might have upset him. You try to make light of the situation. “Imma strong believer in the ‘anything is a bookmark’ philosophy. You guys know my rule: use the first thing you see.”

Marc nodded in agreement, “Yeah, yeah, I know. Did you uh- did you see anything else? When you found this, I mean.”

You shook your head no. “I don’t meddle in any of the crazy shit you bring home, baby. I am not interested in accidentally gettin’ some pharao curse or getting hunted down by some god.”

Your answer gives him relief, and he laughs alongside you.

He tucks the paper back into your book and kisses your shoulder to grab your attention.

“Would you like Steven to read to you while you eat?” You excitedly nod your head, and moments later, you hear Steenie’s sweet voice.

“Alright, Alice in Wonderland; a classic. Good choice, love.” He kisses your temple, and you feel the same swell of pride in your chest that you would get when your teacher rewarded you with a little gold star. “Now, where were you?”

As you tear into your breakfast (sharing, of course) and Steven reads to you, you get hit with a feeling of gratitude. You feel at home here- with them. You feel safe and cherished. You feel more than joy; something better than happy. You feel contentment, fulfilled.

You had never been one to believe in fate before, but you thanked whoever was out there, whoever had heard your desperate prayers on your lonely nights. You thanked them for delivering…and then some.

Your boys were also feeling that gratitude. They couldn’t believe they had found someone so truly beautiful inside and out. A woman who was damn near fearless, with a kind heart, sharp intellect, and tremendous patience. You were a treasure to behold.

Every morning they wake up expecting to be back in the dusty old flat with only books and a fish for company. But then, when they open their eyes, there you are, and it feels like the most extraordinary gift they’ve ever been given. Your love is something deserving of its own fable or myth. Your story should be told in reverie. A story passed down for centuries, like that of Osiris and Isis.

But they also feel a little scared. They have big plans today. Plans to spoil you and fill your heart with joy. Plans to woo. Plans to convince you that they are worth it- that they’re worth you. Plans to prove to you that you are all they will ever need- all they will ever want. Plans to get on one knee. Plans to beg you to give them this chance at a happy ending. Plans to promise you yours.

Plans to pull a ring box from the back pocket of those pants dangling dangerously out of the hamper. Plans to slip the dainty gold band with a honey-warm, citrine gem- that he got on a mission last week in Bolivia- onto your finger. Plans to admire how it glows against your skin, and how despite its magnificence, it could never outshine yours. Plans that would have been ruined if you could read the Spanish receipt in your book.

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spacecowboyhotch · 1 year

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summary: marc spector is a softie (real).

pairing: black!reader x marc spector

warnings: the movie grease if you hate it??? otherwise????

word count: 720

an: FF day 16 is one of my fav prompts of all time— person a washing person b’s hair. this perhaps the most self indulgent thing ive written to date and i will not apologize 😌. in case you forgot, happy black history month!

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Marc had insisted.

You assured him time and time again that you could handle this, that you had since you’d been in high school.

Did you understand why he wanted to help? Of course.

Marc found his worth in doing, in fulfilling the needs of others by his actions instead of his words. That he was still learning, trying to do his best to be open and honest with you in your healthy relationship— the first he’d truly given himself over to in years. It’s why you eventually give in and say yes. It’s why you find him in the bathroom pouring over the labels on all your hair products.

“What are you doing?”

“You put all of this in your hair?” He gestures to the basket in front of him.

You chuckle, grinning over at him, “Yes.”

“Every time?” He asks in disbelief.

“Yes, baby.”

“Explains why it takes so fuckin’ long.”

“I told you, you don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, I want to. Come here,” He sets down the bottle of shampoo in his hands and holds them out for you. “Can I today?” He asks once you’ve walked over to him and he’s pulled you into his arms.

You hesitate for a moment, “Usually that’s a weekend activity.”

“Because it takes so long, but with me in charge, we’ll knock it out. C’mon let me give it a go.”

“Alright, alright, but there’s a lot you need to know.”

The two of you sit on the edge of the tub, and you explain the whole process to him. Detangling, washing, conditioning, detangling— yes, again you have to say to him with a chuckle. You decide to go easy on him, suggesting he put your hair in two plaits to dry when he’s finished. Marc listens to you explain all of this with a honed concentration, eyebrows knit together as he takes it all in.

He shrugs, and stands to his feet, “Easy— sit, I’ll be right back.”

When Marc returns he’s in nothing but swim trunks and you raise an eyebrow at him in questioning, “Taking this very seriously, huh?”

“I take everything about you seriously,” He murmurs distractedly as he looks for the spray bottle you mentioned.

And once he finds it, he immediately goes to work.

He hums as he detangles, somehow working so much faster than you while being scores gentler with your curls than you usually are. You’re surprised when he guides you up and says you’re ready for the next step.

The water feels nice on your skin and even better on your scalp when Marc guides your hair back under the shower head. Despite the violence that has stolen most of Marc’s life, the way he washes your hair is delicate. You learn that there’s nothing like the feeling of his fingertips carefully scrubbing your scalp. He repeats the process twice as you instructed him and by the time he rinses that second time you don’t want it to end.

He moves to pick up your conditioner when you reach for his hand, peering at him with soft eyes through the steam that’s begun to fog up the entire room.

“Will you do that again? Just one more time?” You ask, fixing your lips into a pout.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking, “Thought you wanted this to be quicker?”

“One more time can’t hurt too much right? It just felt so good.”

Marc has never been one to deny you, and with the blissful look he noticed on your face as he washed your hair, he won’t start now. He nods, leaning in to press a series of soft kisses to your lips before lathering his hands up with shampoo once more. You grin, making sure to thank him.

Two hours later, Marc has you both wrapped in towels. You’re sat in front of the mirror with him standing behind you, face twisted in concentration as he starts to braid your hair.

When the two of you finally make it to the couch— takeout ordered, Grease playing on the tv— neither of you mention that it actually took longer for him to do your routine. With the tenderness in the atmosphere, the peace in both of your hearts as you snuggle close to him, neither of you care.

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blackmissfrizzle · 2 years

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Les Séparés

Characters: Steven Grant x black!reader, a little bit of Marc Spector x black!reader & Jake Lockely x black!reader

Summary: After a bad day at work, Steven finds a way to relax his girlfriend

Warnings: Smut, brief mentions of violence

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When it came to you and your food you didn’t play. It was in everyone’s best interest for you to eat before a disaster happened. However, today you didn’t mind.

Walking parallel to him a little ways across the room, so you could listen but not intrude on the children’s field trip, you listened to Steven give his tour.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. He was so confident, more in control. So much different than the cashier at the gift shop when you first met him.

It was the end of the tour and of course you had to go to the gift shop. As soon as you entered, you connected eyes with the clerk. He was a bit disheveled, but it fit him. Kinda like in a Spencer Reid kind of way.

You gave him a small smile. In return you received a smile while he tried to lean against the counter coolly. Unfortunately, he miscalculated his footing and ended up falling over.

Your friends laughed at the poor man. You smacked both of them. “Stop being mean.”

Talia covered her mouth and mumbled an apology while Kat couldn't stop. “I’m sorry, he’s just so awkward. Poor thing looks like Goob. He makes me want to take a nap.”

Tired of your friend making fun of the poor man, you stomped on her foot. “You don’t know what he’s going through.” You harshly whispered at her and then stomped away to go help the man.

He was so focused on the paperweights; he didn’t notice you helping him until the both of you reached for the same one. “Um, oh,” Steve stumbled over his words. On the regular, he was always stumbling over his words, but now with someone as beautiful as you in his face he couldn’t remember the English language. “W-wou-wo-would you like one?” It’s the Pyramid of Khafre.”

Actually, you wanted one with an Egyptian god, but his excitement and pure passion wouldn’t let you interrupt him. His confidence soared as went on with this subject. He was definitely a cuter version of Spencer Reid.

“So, this one was built for Pharoh Khafre, son of Khufu, which his tomb is the Great Pyramid of Giza.” He went on and on about facts that you would not normally obtain but seeing this stranger so happy made you happy. Being in his presence was like standing in the sun.

Some rude ass blonde, most likely his boss interrupted the lesson he was giving you and ordered him to restock and checked some people out. Somehow you followed him around, asking him to give you some more tidbits.

Soon your friends were ready to leave, but you weren’t. “Thank you, Steven I wish could hear some more.”

Steven was frantic. He may not have experience with women, but he was almost positively sure you were flirting with him. “Ask her out stupid. She clearly wants to be around you more for whatever reason. Just don’t invite her to your house, that’s not a date.” Marc suggested. He watched the whole interaction. Quite frankly, he was surprised Steven held his own. Even he would’ve been nervous with those siren eyes on him.

“Shut up, I know what a date is.” Steven hissed.

You looked to where Steven was staring at and couldn’t figure out who he was talking to? “Huh?”

Steven ran his fingers through his unruly curls, attempting to find courage. Ten simple words. He could do it. He’s been talking to you all night. What’s the difference now? She liked you and not Marc. This was his finally his chance for a genuine connection. “Um- wou- um,” His eyes darted everywhere. He could see your friends at the door, snickering at him.

“Do it, you idiot before she becomes uninterested.” A deeper, more annoying voice yelled at him.

Not only did Steven had Marc in his head, but now he had Khonsu yelling at him too. It was so loud in his head, he didn’t know he was yelling. “WOULD YOU LIKE TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!” That caught the attention of everyone in the gift shop. Great, now they could get front row seats of him getting rejected.

You couldn’t help but giggle. His nervousness was cute. Nodding your head, you gave him a shy smile. “I would love to. Here’s my number.” You gave have one last wave and left with your friends.

Steven picked up the piece of paper and held it close to his chest. Maybe things were finally looking up for him.

Your flashback to your first meeting with Steven was interrupted by the preteens asking a bunch of questions. It was a true testament to Steven’s transformation. At the beginning of the tour, those kids looked like they would rather be in school than at the museum, but now they were asking him questions faster than he could answer them.

“And that’s how Osiris became King of the Underworld.” The children clapped. They wanted more, but their teachers ushered them into the gift shop.

Once the last child left his area, he ran/walked to you and scooped you up in his arms. “My beautiful girl.” It never failed, Steven always complimented you when he greeted you.

“And here’s my handsome lead tour guide.” You scratched his beard, making him lean into your hand. He was always this soft with you. He never raised his voice to you in anger. Steven always made you feel safe.

He led you out to the outdoor courtyard. “Hungry, my love?” He set out the food before you, already knowing your answer. “You could’ve eaten without me.”

“No! Lunch is not the same without you.” You hugged his arm and then kissed his cheek. “Never suggest anything so stupid.”

Steven chuckled as he spread out the lunch. “Sorry, love.” He fed a strawberry to you. His own hunger was forgotten as he tried to satisfy yours first.

“Eat.” You pushed some food towards Steve.

The two of you sat contently as you enjoyed lunch. Too bad it went by too fast. Per usual, you got caught up in Steven’s new lesson.

It was hard to part, but somehow you pulled away from him. “I’ll cook tonight.” You scratched his beard while you kissed him.

“Okay, love. Laters gators.” He kissed you through your car window once more and watched you drive off. “I’m one lucky man.”

Dinner was off the schedule. Your coworker pissed you off. That bitch really had the nerve to tell someone not to do a favor for you when you just did a favor for her the other day. The audacity of this bitch. It really ruined the rest of your day. As soon you got home, you poured yourself some wine and waited for Steven. Right when he walked in you began venting.

“And that’s the last time I’m helping her lazy ass.” It felt good to offload all of that. You felt lighter, ignorant to your surroundings or otherwise you would’ve noticed the switch.

The chilling air was the first clue before the New York accent. “One conversation is all I need.”

You shook your head, pinching your eyebrows. “Jake, then why are you holding a knife?”

He looked at you and then the offending weapon and then back at you and shrugged. “It’s my emotional support knife.”

Jake’s unhinged eyes left, and Marc’s concerned ones popped up. “You don’t know the meaning of conversation. I’ll talk with her.”

“First of all, Jake, why doesn’t it surprise me you have an emotional support knife. And second of all, mates none of us will be having a conversation with the shrew. YN can handle this.”

A smile crept up on your face. Steven was so supportive of you. You stroke his face. “Thank you, baby.”

Steven leaned into your touch. “Okay, mates no more interruptions from you two.” His focus returned to you. “I got the perfect thing to make you feel better.”

“What?” You played with his bouncy curls.

Steven’s choice of relaxation was reading a book of poetry as he massaged your feet while you drank some wine. Though, it only worked for some time.

Instead of being relaxed, you were horny and revved up. Steven’s curls kept falling, so every once in a while, he would push them up, making you jealous it wasn’t your fingers. Constantly, pushing them back, must have gotten on his nerves because he put his glasses-your new favorite accessories of his- on top of his head. To torture you even further, he scratched his beard making you focus on his lips. The lips that were on you for endless hours bringing you multiple orgasms a couple of nights ago. Oh, and that beard you left you soaking. Yeah, you weren’t going to be able to focus until you got some relief.

Every once in a while, Steven would kiss your foot, but his focus was on the book. Luckily you had a gown on so your movements wouldn’t alert him.

Your hands roamed your body slowly. Each brush you pretended was Steven’s hand and not yours. You reached your flowing destination just as Steven began reading in French. Great. This man was gonna be the death of you. Every word he spoke turned you into a bigger ball of horniness.

You did your best to stay quiet and not distract Steven, but everything felt too good for you not to vocalize it. “Oh my god, Steven.” You sucked your own nipple, trying to recreate the sensation Steven perfected.

“What’s wrong, Love?” Sometimes Steven could be so oblivious. It was frustrating and cute at the same time.

“Need…you.” You were able to pant out.

His eyes had to be deceiving him. Were you really touching yourself as he read to you? He slid his glasses down to their proper place. “Oh baby,” he licked his lips. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Your voice…it makes me so damn wet.”

A bit of panic soared through you when he set the book down. “No!” Quickly, you put your foot between the book and the couch. “Keep reading.”

He wanted to put his all in pleasing you, but whatever princess wants, princess gets. With his right forearm, he held down the book while his left hand explored your valley of treasure.

For someone who could be as awkward as Steven one would think he possessed no rhythm. Granted a few months ago that would’ve been true, but not now. The cadence of his words matched the movement of his fingers.

At this point you didn’t know what was turning you on more, his voice or his fingers. Naturally Steven’s voice was a bit higher than you used to prefer, but oh- when he reads. He reaches this beautiful deep timber, that you could feel in your bones and most importantly your pussy.

Do not write. I am sad and would like to fade away.

The fine summers without you are nights without light.

I have folded my arms unable to reach you;

And to knock at my heart is to beat on my grave.

Do not write.

Do not write. Let us learn only to die in ourselves

Ask only of God… of yourself, whether I loved you.

In the depths of your absence, to hear that you love me

Is to be hearing from heaven without ever ascending.

Do not write.

Do not write. I am fearful of you and afraid of my memory

That has kept your voice and calls to me often;

Do not show me the water that cannot be drunk

For your cherished writing brings your portrait alive.

Do not write.

Do not write those sweet words that I dare not read any more.

It seems that your voice spreads them over my heart

And, as I see them through the glow of your smile,

It seems they are stamped with a kiss on my heart.

Do not write.

“So sad.” You stopped a tear from sliding further down your face.

Steven threw his prized book to the side. The only thing that could get in between him and your pussy was an imminent threat to your life. “What? The poem? I- we would never leave you.”

“I know,” you softly chuckled, scratching his beard. “It’s so sad I can cum to such a depressing poem.”

Salt and pepper curls fell into your face as Steven hovered over you. You got the perfect view of him being mesmerized by your pussy. Anticipation and horniness built up as you watched him wet his fingers and prepped you for his dick.

Greediness overcame you. You needed all parts of his body touching yours. Forcefully you pulled him down for a kiss while he gracefully entered you.

It didn’t take long for Steven to regain control of everything. Just like Marc and Jake, Steven insisted on taking care of you. It was about the only thing all three could completely agree on. Making love was all about you and you came first…multiple times. Unless you were in trouble with Marc and especially with Jake.

Steven cradled your face. His hold on you grew tighter with every kiss. With Marc and Jake there was an expected roughness, but Steven was usually softer. He made love to you in a delicate and gentle way, but no less satisfying. Not tonight though. Les Separes ran rapid in his mind. He needed to feel you. A constant reminder that you’re here with him and going nowhere. He never wanted to relate to that poem.

“Steven.” Your breath hitched. The way he grabbed the meaty flesh by your hips, you knew it would bruise but you didn’t mind. His hips snapped roughly. Thank God all three men knew the difference between harder and faster, but Steven was the master of it.

His lips were barely half an inch above yours. “More beautiful than Hathor.”

“Who was that again?” You pretended to forget. Seeing him geek out was a huge turn on.

It was obvious you asked to get a rile out of him. You were the perfect student for him, absorbing every fact he stated, even if it was one, he said offhandedly “Later, babes.” He nipped your ear while he pumped into you. “Right now, let me ravish you.”

“Ravish away.” You moaned.

Steven pulled away for a few moments, to flip you around. His plan was to take you from behind, but your creaminess was begging to be eaten.

At the first you lick, you almost collapse. Your bud was already so sensitive, that even crossing your legs would have set you off. “Steven,” you groaned, reaching behind you, and tugging on his unruly curls, simply guiding him.

Near his own orgasm, Steven pulled up and slowly entered you. “Oh love,” he kissed down your spine. “I could never get tired of you. Thank you for giving me a chance.” You were the only woman to truly show him what love is.

“I love you, Steven Grant.” You cupped his face, leading him to kiss you.

The two of your moans were muffled by the kisses and the sloshing of your sexes. Steven folded over you once he came down from his climax. “Mind if we stay here, love?” He kissed down your spine again, squeezing your hip intermittently.

“Not at all.” You laid there content with Steven’s weight comfortably on top of you.

Sleep was claiming you when you were alerted by the rolling of your nipples and tiny little nips on your neck.

“Querida, you’ve had enough rest.”

Uh-oh. You should’ve known better. When one gets a taste then they all want a taste. Better prepare for a long night.

Taglist: @nightlywords7 @whatupitshuff @liquorlaughslove @9daykrisr @jackburtonsays @heresathreebee @phoenixhalliwell @eeveeangelcakes @blowmymbackout @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x black!reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x black!reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely x black!reader #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moonknight x black!reader #frizzlefic #frizzlesfic

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asgardianthembo · 2 years

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I JUST OVERHEARD MY HORNY ASS COUSIN TALK ABOUT HOW SHE WANTS TO BE RAILED BY BOTH MARC SPECTOR AND BUCKY BARNES LIKE HOLY SHIT NAILA CALM DOWN

#no seriously there aren't enough marc x reader x bucky fics #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x black!reader #marc spector x reader #bucky barnes #marc spector #marvel #marc spector x black!reader #moon knight x reader

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winksasleeplesseye · 2 years

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Superlunary • Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC (eventual), Marc Spector x OC (eventual)

Summary: Laela Gray has always found her life has given her more questions than answers and escaping the clutches of Hydra post-Blip only increases her need for knowledge about why they wanted her to begin with.

Warnings: language, 18+ smut, violence, angst, fluff, love triangle, family drama, trauma (the list could go on)

A/N: Please be gentle on me, I’m a bit rusty but I’ve been sitting on this story for some time so at this point, might as well set it free and no one get it twisted, this is purely for my enjoyment, you’re all just along for the ride!

Rating: 18+

Status: On hiatus

Chapter 1: Redeemer

Chapter 2: Coalescence

Chapter 3: Revelation

Chapter 4 - Coming Soon

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thatboisus · 2 months

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maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk

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catastrxblues · 1 year

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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darkmemesworld · 3 months

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Why when im scrolling through a tag i flashed by cho0chie 😦?

All jokes aside i had posted a meme and not even 3 minutes later it got flagged.. and im starting to see a lot of prn bots is it just me??? But why did my stuff get flagged but bots thats are showing naked people still up 🤔

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mcondance · 9 months

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backshots with marc. yeah.

marc likes you face down, ass up. not in the “i’m in control way” but. . in the “jus lay there and let me take care of you” way.

he likes the visual of you laid down, back arched and pussy swallowing his cock up while you moan and curse and babble whatever fucked-out thought comes to your mind. the act of letting you just take it and letting him give it to you the way he’s learned you love is something he can’t get over.

his hips slapping against yours, his hands roaming your back and ass, your pretty moans cascading throughout the air as he fucks you good— it’s irreplaceable.

“takin’ me so good, baby, just like that, yeah,” he nods, and you are taking him good.

when it hurts too good, when his cock is pressing too perfect on that spot, and you slur out “feels too good, feels like- god”, when your words are more like jumbled up letters, is when he knows he’s doing it right.

“jus keep taking it baby, just like that, right there, hm?”

he’s spurred on by your drawn-out moans, your whiny whimpers of “fucking me so good, shit”. every sound that escapes your slick lips makes him feel so perfect, the thought that you feel this good because of him, that he’s the reason you feel this good has his heart racing a mile a minute.

but he never gets caught up in his head, because you, and the way your pussy feels wrapped around his dick are enough to keep him grounded for days.

“look so pretty takin’ it, so fuckin’ pretty baby.”

and in his eyes, you do. everything about you is pretty, from the milky white ring you leave around his cock to the way your ass bounces with each of his thrusts to the way you just let him spoil you, allow him to allow you to be your pretty ass still and let him take over.

the way you look cumming on his cock, though. . that’s heaven. shaking and sobbing, you keep cumming, and he keeps fucking you until you’re both so blissed out you can barely move. and when you’re too tired to even move, he takes care of you then, too.

#first marc work how we feelin?#if my dialogue isn’t accurate i’m sawri in advance i’m working on it <3 #marc spector smut #marc spector x black reader #moon knight smut #moon knight x black reader #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader

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a-asterias · 1 year

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— micaela's february recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

GRISHAVERSE

— nikolai lantsov.

young royals by @clairecrive

currents by @lantsovsupremacist

↳ you are in love

the art of pretension by @fleurspun

↳ sick and stubborn

↳ healer's duties

love language by @fishley

speak up by @prince-septimus

sugar cube by @magpiencrow

a dare for a truth by @sumsebien

— kaz brekker.

when am i gonna lose you? by @crowsmybeloveds

confrontations in a lonely club by @curseofaphrodite

what do you want from me? by @romeomontaague

silent birthdays by @amourology

↳ schat

you are done for by @sumsebien

this is what happens by @fishley

MARVEL

— peter parker.

you more than anything by @nghtwngs

↳ you love me, i love you

on that rooftop by @nezuscribe

skateboards, the force, and a lack of pants by @damnedparker

secrets and skateparks by @earthgirl616

aurora by @mgparker

scenes from a modern romance by @dameronology

— marc spector.

just let me dream a little more by @the-archxr

— matt murdock.

green is the color by @courtforshort15

the defence rests by @dameronology

OUTER BANKS

— jj maybank.

hot for a pogue by @butgilinsky

meet me at our spot by @amourology

— rafe cameron.

midsummers by @butgilinsky

so gorgeous it actually hurts by @folkloreslovechild

HARRY POTTER

— fred weasley.

after all this time by @httpbakugou

MARAUDERS

— james potter.

five times james wanted to kiss you and the one time he did by @moonlitmeeks

— sirius black.

all your fault by @heloisedaphnebrightmore

↳ absurd ideas

'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @evermoreal

grand scheme by @fishley

— remus lupin.

it's time to go by @godlessandwrecked

BRIDGERTON

— benedict bridgerton.

en garde by @delphispoeticals

show me love by @romeomontaague

— anthony bridgerton.

should've never let go by @writeroutoftime

illicit affairs by @marwritesgood

— colin bridgerton.

alone together by @romeomontaague

TOP GUN

— bradley bradshaw.

delirium by @kyber-crystal

↳ head in the clouds

ENOLA HOLMES

— sherlock holmes.

invisible string by @marwritesgood

AVATAR

— lo'ak.

in full bloom by @loaksky

— neteyam.

warm hands by @loaksky

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

— aemond targaryen.

corridor kisses by @flowerpotmage

#micaela's monthly recs #fic recs #nikolai lantsov x reader #kaz brekker x reader #peter parker x reader #marc spector x reader #matt murdock x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #sherlock holmes x reader

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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We not stopping until he looks like this

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melanatedeuph0ria · 1 month

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welcome to my page !!☆

hiiiii & welcome to my melanatedeuph0ria!! for ab a yr or 2 now, i’ve been mainly reading fics on tumblr on characters like rick grimes, spencer reid, toji, etc. (nonblk characters mostly let’s be fr..) and throughout those yrs, i’ve been noticing a complete lack of..

BLACK POVS.

“well, if the fic just says ‘reader x (character)’, couldn’t you just use your imagination to insert ur race?? 🤔”

while this IS true, i feel like us as black & poc readers should have the opportunity to read some fanfics that makes us feel SPECIAL & RECOGNIZED, in aspects such as our skin, hair, & realness without it being stereotypical or just having us feel defaulted to a white pov. (also without it being just SMUT cmon y’all)

also, we all know rick grimes luvs some MELANINNNN ‼️🗣️

so, with that being said, i am here to bring justice to my fellow blk readers who needed a lil spice in their reading, so the imagination part could be a bit easier 🫶🏽

SOME of the fics i make will be poc x reader, others will be just x reader & up for interpretation !!

NOTE: this is NOT me saying black readers ONLY want black-centered fics, nor is this me placing black readers in a box, NOR is this me putting down “x reader” fics!! this is me saying that, although i do enjoy fics without a specified race most of the time, sometimes i feel like having fics catered to poc are special as well because there aren’t many on this app to call our own!!💗

ty for sticking around until the end, and im hoping to start writing fics soon !! 🌷🌸

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bunchems · 5 months

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Marc’s Girl 18+ minors dni

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader

Summary: Loosening Steven up after trying on an outfit for your date with Marc tomorrow.

Warnings: Shy Steven, some haram drink consumption, premarital skin to skin contact, I think that all.

She looks gorgeous

Steven thought as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you finish up your hair. Marc had him front so you could show him your dress, Steven looked down at himself, white tee with light grey sweatpants on, clearly no underwear. You and Marc have a date night planned for tomorrow and to make sure your outfit was absolutely perfect, you ask Steven for his opinion.

“Okay, done! How do I look?” You smile, spinning and watching as his face warms, taking you in.

“You look per- pretty. Lovely.” He wipes a finger over his brow, hoping you didn’t hear his slip up. “Marc will be thrilled when he sees you.” You laugh and start walking closer to him, noticing how he anxiously fidgets as he wonders how to act around you.

“You don’t think the heels are a problem? I’m almost as tall as you.” You say, pulling his hands so he stands up.

“No- no it wouldn’t be a problem, he would love everything you’ve got on- planned! He would love everything you have planned.” Steven couldn’t help the way his eyes shifted to the mirror, paranoid that Marc would be there to yell at him for talking to his girlfriend like this. But Steven wanted her too. He wondered what it would be like for you to dress up just for him like you do for Marc. What would it be like to be kissed, even on the cheek, by you.

“What about you?” Blinking, he snapped out of his thoughts. “Hm?”

“I asked if you liked it. You keep saying that Marc would like it, but do you?” He’s looking at the mirror again, at the floor, at your feet, at the door, he’s nervous.

“I think you look… pretty.. all the time.” The way your eyes beamed made his heart clench, why did you have to be so incredible.

“Oh yeah? How come you’ve never told me before?”

How could I…

“Well, well you don’t need to be told do you? You know you’re lovely.” That might have been the smoothest thing Steven has ever said, especially when his brain was just dumping thoughts.

“You’re quite the charmer. You’ve never had a girlfriend, have you?” He frowns at the question, the truth is quite embarrassing, of course the truth is that he’s never even had a moment with a girl that was more passionate than holding hands.

“I- yes. I have. I had one when I was..”

Eighteen? Twenty-six? Thirty?

“Twenty.” He lies, watching your jaw drop. “You haven’t had a girlfriend in almost twenty years?!”

Should’ve said thirty.. five?

He looks down, your reaction hurt him, he knows it’s weird that he’s never been with a woman, that’s why he lied to you— but it has been double that, how would you have reacted if he said never?

Steven didn’t bother to answer, of course you noticed how he’s retreated a bit more into his shell.

“There’s nothing wrong with that or anything but I’m just shocked! You’re like the perfect man it’s quite unbelievable.” He looks at you in awe, then closing his mouth and nodding.

“You mean Marc.“ He was about to laugh his little shy laugh but you weren’t having any more of this denial.

“No, I know who I’m talking to, Steven. You and Marc are two completely different people.” You’ve stepped closer to him and he flinched, eyes shifting once again to the mirror, you ponder on that.

“Right.. you and Marc do communicate through reflections right? Is he here right now? ‘Cuz he’s really not supposed to be snooping on my dress.” You said, turning to look at the mirror with a stern look.

“No, he isn’t. I just- sometimes I get nervous that he might be.”

“Why?”

“Well.. you know..”

“No, I don’t think I do..?”

“Really? Well- you- you’re Marc’s girl..” You chuckled at his words, you’ve talked to Marc about this. That dating him and not Steven would be a little different for you and he fully understood. But of course he’d be jealous and not tell Steven this information.

“I can be yours too.” Gasping, he puts his hand over his heart to soothe the pleasurable ache in his chest.

“You don’t mean that..” He sighs, his face holding all the disbelief in the world, you squint at this, hatching an idea.

“You know what? We’ve never had a drink together, I have a bottle of wine that needs to be finished by tonight.. and I do mean that.” It was your smile that ultimately led him to saying yes, taking a distant seat next to you on the couch. The wine glasses were filled equally and you gave the obligatory cheers before taking a sip.

“T’s not as bad as I expected, not as bitter.”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite, when this runs out I’m going straight to the store to get another.” His eyes get comically wide, setting his glass down and turning his body to face you.

“If it’s your favorite.. don’t you think you should save it for your date with Marc tomorrow? I mean wouldn’t you want to share this with him on your ..special day?” His voice lost diction as he spoke, subdued by the idea of it not being him that you’d be happily going out with tomorrow.

He takes another sip of his drink as you respond with a voice as sweet as honey. “There’s no one I’d rather share this bottle with, Steven.” He takes another long sip, hiding his smile with the glass and finishing the cup absentmindedly.

“So, how come you haven’t had a girlfriend for such a long time, hm?“ He felt shy at the question, answering in a low voice. “Women have never seemed to like me.. Don’t really blame them, I’ve no idea how to make a woman happy.”

When Marc first told you about Steven one of the first things he mentioned was how he’s treated. No one necessarily likes him yet they don’t have a good reason not to, he gets pushed around but he doesn’t do much about it, not many people talk to him and when they do you’d find yourself wishing that there were still good people on Earth. Marc said Steven doesn’t deserve nearly as much shit as he gets, he actually wants Steven to like you so everyone would be happy.

“That can’t be true.. how’d you ask out your last girlfriend? Or did she ask you?” He didn’t want to continue this lie but with the help of a glass of wine it became a bit easier to think of a way to answer.. without answering.

“Oh, I could never go and talk to a woman. Let alone one that I fancied.” Finally finishing your wine, you make to pour two more glasses, handing Steven his cup and smiling as he takes a bigger sip.

“So that must be why you’re all the way over there?” You figured that by now, the alcohol must be running through his system, of course you figured that because of his sudden inability to hide his smile and the way he looks at you.

“Yeah, sorry, guess I haven’t quite shaken the habit.”

“So you do like me?” He sighs, “‘Course I do.. Jus’ wish I was more like Marc, would be nice to be able to look good, sound cool. I think it would be nice if I could impress you like he does. I dunno.” He shrugs, taking another sip.

“Why don’t you impress me in your own way? Y’know, rather than Marc’s way.” Pressing his lips together, he thinks for a moment.

“Well, like I said, I wouldn’t know how. He’s the one that knows what to do, he’s tried to get me a girlfriend before, y’know? Didn’t work, she threw her drink at me.” You frown, “Why?”

“Well, it was my fault, really. I set our date at a vegan restaurant.” He looks up at your confused face with a small laugh. “She wasn’t vegan, she yelled at me because I didn’t ask what she liked to eat. Actually, a small part of me believes that she did that because she regretted saying yes to me.” His smile fell when he looked at you again, you looked upset, really upset.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve made you uncomfortable, haven’t I?” He sets his glass down and wipes his palms over his thighs, ready to leave in case you were mad at him.

“You could never make me uncomfortable, those girls suck okay? And it most definitely wasn’t your fault.” Standing, you pick Steven’s wine back up and hand it to him, sitting close enough that your legs touch.

When Steven received his glass, he passed it to the other hand. He allowed his left hand to relax but when he felt soft plump skin under his palm he jerked back with fear. “Sorry! I-I’m so sorry!” He was panicking at first, but then you laugh. That beautiful, lighthearted laugh that always seems to calm his nerves.

“What?” He laughs back, subconsciously scooting away. “You’re adorable, I don’t care that you touched my thigh.” He smiled and looked away momentarily.

“You don’t?” When he looked back at you, the comfortable smile on your face had his heart melting.

God she’s beautiful.. focus focus focus..

His thoughts were slow, concentrated on you and how your hand reached for his.

“Obviously not.” He blinked, what were you talking about? Did he miss something that had been said, done? What was happening? After a moment, he answers. “What d’you mean?”

“I thought we established that I want to be your girlfriend.” It takes multiple moments to fully understand what you were saying to him, he sat there blinking at you with the most mixed emotioned face you’ve ever seen.

“You were serious?” The waver in his voice almost broke your heart, “Why? I mean, of course I think you’re amazing.. and I know Marc and I are almost the same person to you but, uhm, d’you think you like me because you like Marc… Or do you actually think that I’m.. do you think- that you could even possibly be happy.. with me?”

“Yes, Steven, of course I can be happy with you. I like you for you, not because of Marc or anyone else. I know you’re sweet and incredibly caring. I know you’re a vegan so I’ll know to buy separate things for you, I know you love Egyptology, which is perfect for me because I think it’s interesting too, I know your fish, Gus, who really needs a companion, I know you’re entirely misunderstood, and I know that I do like you for you.” He contemplates, leg tapping and hands wringing.

“Are you sure?” You laugh at this, but he can’t seem to make himself laugh with you. “Why would I mind that?” He tilts his head in confusion. “Well- well I’m too nervous, for one.” He finishes his wine in a gulp, “I wouldn’t know what to do, how to treat you.” He thought again, the lie he’d told earlier still sitting on his chest weighing him down.

“And you were right earlier.. I’ve never had a proper girlfriend… I lied.” He sighed dramatically, you question him with a frown, feeling your stomach clench. “I just said that because I didn’t want you to know that-“ He stops to think of his words carefully, but no matter how he puts it, it still sounds the same.

“To know what..?” As patient and relaxed as ever, you calmed him down with the sound of your voice. “That no woman has ever really liked me.. because if you knew that, there’s no way that you would want me.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was feeling shame, embarrassment, something too unpleasant to bare that he couldn’t put his finger on.

“I just- I know that it could change your mind..” He confirmed after maybe three seconds of silence, you put your hand on his thigh and fight back a giggle when he freezes.

“I do not give a fuck about what any other woman thinks of you. All you need to think about from now on is me, not whoever used to treat you like shit okay?” Even though he hears what you’re saying, his eyes seem to focus on the way you take his glass and put it down along with yours. The way your hips and legs shift to face him, your body coming closer, yours hands coming to the side of his face to tilt his head up so he could look in your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?“ The shock in his eyes only makes your heart flutter. He sighs out an ‘uhuh’ and you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, pulling back and laughing at the fact that his eyes are still blissfully closed.

You take that as a sign to press two more soft pecks before using your thumb to pull his lip down, sucking on it and pulling it softly with your teeth. He gasps and pulls away as he looks at you with curious eyes, you were sure he had a question but his eyes trailed away instead, shying away from it.

“What do you want to say?” The attempt to make your voice as sweet as possible must’ve worked since he turns to you, albeit slowly, and starts to mumble. “You- don’t have to say yes, but I wanted to- wanted you to maybe, teach me how to.. kiss.. you…”

“Of course, come with me.”

Part 2 maybe?

#steven grant x reader #moon knight #steven grant fluff #steven grant smut #marc spector #black reader #fem reader

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