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「 ✦ moon knight boys ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all moon knight boys stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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MASTERLIST ✩ OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS ✩ 4/18/24

★ @mgparker

☼ comeback to me

☾Mark leaves on a mission for Khonshu while you deal with a confrontation of your own. Unfortunately, this particular foe is aware of your specific skill set and uses your weakest spot to deliver a fatal wound. Laying there defenseless and abandoned, your final desire is to speak to the love of your life one last time.

☼ should’ve listened

☾ your tendency to put your loved ones above you puts you in what would’ve been a deadly situation, had you not been an avatar of the goddess of the sun.

★ @starryevermore

☼ more hearts than mine

☾ marc and jake have made it clear that they don’t like you. but your heart is not the only one being broken by their actions and the consequences that follow.

☼ not what he thinks pt2

☾ steven overhears something, but he doesn’t understand what he heard.

★ @spacecowboyhotch

☼ proper date

☾ steven gains some knowledge about how he and reader met…and some about himself.

☼ the honey girl

☾ sometimes the meddling of old men pays off.

☼ unlikely

☾ a look into how marc and reader met.

★ @moonlight-prose

☼ kiss me once

☾ dating steven grant came with its challenges. between being a superhero, sharing the body with a man you hardly knew, and his forgetfulness, you felt dizzy. so when your date goes awry, you take matters into your own hands.

★ @loud-mouth-loser

☼ not him

☾ you’ve been steven’s best friend for a while and have had a crush on him as long as you’ve known him. unfortunately, his eyes are on layla, his alter’s wife. let's just say, you’re not the only one put off by this. this is a story of how you and marc bond over your sorrows

★ @sarahghetti

☼ can you pretend to be my boyfriend

☾ the boys pretend to be your boyfriend in order to save you from a creepy stranger.

★ @popquizhot-shot

☼ magic

☾ you were married to Jake and after the events of moonknight, the boys get to know of jake and of you. Steven adores you but Marc just sees you as a friend. Right?

★ @runa-falls

☼ reciprocation2 pt 3

☼ request

★ @soft-girl-musings

☼ salt and pepper

☾ Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?

★ @romanarose

☼ misunderstanding

☾ When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

★ @primosworld

☼ blueberry pancakes

☾ You’re frustrated with Jake not being apart of your relationship so you take matters into your own hands.

★ @projectionistwrites

☼ imploding the mirage

☾ You’ve been escaping into yourself more and more often, and the boys are starting to notice. How are you supposed to explain to them that you don’t want to live in the moment, when the version of your life inside your head is so much better than reality on the outside?

★ @heartthrobin

☼ press your tulips to mine

☾ Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.

☼ my bleeding dream, my shadow in the light

☾ you were convinced, no: you were sure, that Jake Lockley couldn't stand the sight of you. then why was he consistently banging at your door in the middle of the night, dripping in blood and begging to be stitched up?

★ @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

☼ what you like

☾ Marc gets in his head about being with you, Steven talks him through it.

☼ embrace

☾ The reader is dating them but is kind of scared of Jake (is very quiet and weary around him, doesn't like his physical touch) because he was cold and mean to her when they first met (he wanted to "protect" Steven) but now all he wants is to hold and love her. The opportunity finally arrives when she's sick and needs his help. (He forcefully fronts bc he's not letting this opportunity go to waste)

★ @bibli0thecary

☼ in the stars

☾ steven finds it hard to believe that you’re gone, while marc is forced to live with endless regret, and jake continues to blame himself for everything.

☼ no one can hurt you

☾ they would never bring you into the face of danger, but what if danger comes preying on you?

★ @ichorai

☼ dlz

☾ jake lockley wasn't your husband. steven and marc were. jake was just... he was just there. a ghost living in your house.

☼ love dog

☾ your neighbor was delusional. he cried a lot, spoke of nonsensical happenings, and always appeared somewhat lost. you found yourself to be rather fond of him

★ @foli-vora

☼ there’s always tomorrow

☾ Steven needed a wingman. Or maybe he already had one, he just didn’t know it.

★ @petertingle-yipyip

☼ so long london

☾ Dating Steven was always a bit of a gamble. So when a beautiful woman comes to town claiming your boyfriend as her husband, you find a whole new side to the man you love..

★ @peterman-spideyparker

☼ celebrate

☾ The boys realize that they've never celebrated your birthday with you, despite being with you for well over a year and you celebrating their birthday. When they find out when it is, nothing will stop them from giving you a birthday for the record books.

★ @freelancearsonist

☼ wingman

☼ oh, bollocks

☾ reader is a teacher, au where steven got promoted to tour guide and is living his Best Life, lots of fluff and pining

★ @pulchritudinousrogers

☼ missed date

☾ Set before the events of Moon Knight, you work in the museum like Steven and have been crushing on each other for a while but neither of you have even approached each other. Marc steps in to help Steven out, but things don’t go well.

★ @marc-spectorr

☼ the morning after

☾ as steven watches you sleep, he starts to wonder whether you deserve to be with a man as broken as he is.

★ @foreverinadais

☼ the break up

☾ in which y/n is going through a break-up with the moon boys and happens to be serving when one of them is on a date.

★ @howaboutcastiel

☼ not my intention

☾ They notice she gets anxious and startled very easily, but when they bring it up she always brushes them off so they don't pry. They don’t know she's previously been in an abusive relationship. And maybe they're at an office party and some guy comes to her when she's alone and the boys get jealous since it's obvious he's trying to flirt with their girl.

★ @pinchofhoney

☼ just one word

☾ You may not be aware of their existence having only met Steven, but no Marc Spector alter will let anything happen to you.

★ @marvelsswansong

☼ clumsy

☾ you're extremely clumsy. Steven worries. Marc finds it amusing. Jake gets protective. But they all love you for it nonetheless.

★ @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

☼ red flags

☾ Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way.

★ @grantspectortrash

☼ suited and booted pt2 pt3

☾ you live across the hall from Steven. For whatever reason, he has to use your shower before going to a work event. You get the pleasure of seeing him in a suit.

★ @mknightgrant

☼ silence

☾ You should’ve stopped asking questions.

★ @mkfluffluv

☼ a future without you

☾ marc lost you to the snap and after 5 years of dealing with his grief by maiming people, he finally gets you back.

☼ keep the secret?

☾ marc and steven had gotten themselves sick. luckily for them, they have a wonderful and loving partner who’s willing to take care of them(you). unbeknownst to you, another person is taking care of them in their own way. (yes it’s jake.)

★ @little-worm-grant

☼ uncomplicated

☾ Deep down you knew Jake wouldn’t be calling if he didn’t think he needed you. Or maybe that’s what you told yourself to make it more tolerable to be out of your warm bed at this hour.

★ @mccn-bcys

☼ just a touch of your hand pt2 pt3

☾ when you turn eighteen, an ink stain appears on your skin wherever your soulmate touches you for the first time. the boys each are dealing with their stain in their own way.

★ @missdictatorme

☼ open my eyes

☾ Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?

★ @wysteria-clad

☼ our little thing

☾ you have a specific thing with each of them. It's not like you don't do it with other two, but you do enjoy a little act of intimacy that is special to each of them.

★ @m00nsbaby

☼ the already over

☼ weightless

☾ The feeling of being trapped goes beyond the ankle bracelet that keeps him tied to the bed.

★ @bruhstories

☼ canonic jar

☾ marc is exasperated by you, but he needs to behave because you're steven's girlfriend.

★ @oswildin

☼ good day

☾ You and Steven work at the museum together, little did he know you had a crush on the man. After getting yourself into trouble, you and Steven are both punished with an evening in inventory.

☼ take on me pt2

☾ You end up on an accidental date with Steven, but it ends up being the best date you could’ve asked for. It leads into more, but things aren’t as simple as they appear. With adoration strong for the man, you take a chance on him.

★ @eyelessfaces

☼ formal wear

★ @bensolosbluesaber

☼ the jake problem pt2

☾ Jake hates you. Like really hates you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dating Steven and Marc. But maybe, just maybe, Jake doesn’t hate you

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

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oddballwriter · 3 days

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Moon Boys with an S/O with a Collection of Earrings

Warnings: none just a silly goofy post

Author’s Snip: I have a bunch of weird earrings and recently saw a video of someone showing off their collection of weird and strange earrings and so I made this.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Steven Grant

Steven loves all of them and thinks that they are all so cute and nice but he's honestly blown away with just how much you have

You have all types for basically any outfit you could wear. You just have a pair for every possible look

He has favorite earrings. As in ones that he likes to see on you and ones that are just so silly and unique

And he loves it when you show him new ones

One day you showed him your new pair which were little alligators before going on a date and he thought that it was so funny and cute. You bought a new pair just to match his saying

He loves it when you show him photos of ones you're thinking of buying simply because it's a nice moment of "look at this" which he likes

Don't ask him if he thinks their cute, he always says yes no matter what

He's being honest when he says their nice but if you really want an opinion on if you should get them then you need Marc or Jake because Steven is just lovingly your yes-man because to him you'd look good in anything and pull it off. No matter how ridiculous the earrings are

Marc Spector

He understands having a collection of things but he doesn't really get your need to collect all kinds of earrings

Yeah sure you could create an outfit from your wardrobe that goes with the earrings but you probably can't with all of them

"How the hell do you make an outfit that goes with denture earrings?"

Eventually he stops asking these questions because SOMEHOW you find a way

He likes to look through your collection and just ask why. Why did you buy baby doll head earrings? Why do you have cheese earrings? How did you get your hands on ear earrings?! Their actual ears! These earrings are shaped like human ears!

Marc is your voice of reason sometimes. You will show him a pair and ask for his thoughts and he'll ask you how you're going to make an outfit to go with them

That usually stops you from buying earrings that you do not need

That's not to say he doesn't like it when you wear your earrings. He honestly loves waiting to see what earrings you're pairing with your outfit when you go out and will make a list in his head of all the possible ones

Jake Lockley

He is an enabler

He loves ALL of your earrings and especially loves your weirdest ones. He wants to see how bizarre they get

Will give his honest opinions on earrings that you're interested in but he never tells you not to buy them because he knows that there is no use. matter of fact telling you not to makes you want them more

If you buy a pair but don't have an idea for an outfit he will help you concoct one

Buys you weird earrings himself

He will see the most bizarre earrings ever and immediately think "They need this for their collection." just as any good boyfriend should when seeing jewelry. Except instead of it being shiny gem earrings it's fucking eyeball earrings that have an effect that make it look like the eyes follow you

Has called you "Miss Frizzle" every once in a while to mess with you

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader

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lordkryze · 1 day

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Moon Knight System as Cigarettes After Sex songs

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven with a v #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #marc spector #moon knight system #cigarettes after sex #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, Steven, and Layla bind Ammit and end the battle against her.

Marc blinked and looked down. In one hand, he held Harrow’s staff, the sharpened end pressed to his blood forehead. Harrow was unconscious, helpless. Fires burned around them. Disciples’ bodies littered the ground. He stood and stared at Harrow in shocked horror.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?” asked Marc slowly. He had no idea what had happened in the last few minutes.

Steven switched in and shook his head. “Not a chance, mate,” he breathed, looking around at the bloody battlefield.

“Marc?” asked Layla, finally getting a chance to free herself.

Marc shook his head as he stared at the bodies. However, all thoughts of what he or Steven did—for who else could have?—flew from his mind as he saw (Y/N) lying motionless on the ground.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, running towards them.

Layla didn’t bother to ask what had happened, also worried for the unmoving teenager. She knelt beside them, and her heartbeat quickened as (Y/N) didn’t stir.

“(Y/N)?” said Marc, lifting them up in his arms. “Hey, come on, kid. Open your eyes.” He cupped their face, shaking them gently. “Come on. Come on. You’re alright.” His heart clenched painfully. “(Y/N). (Y/N).”

From the reflection of a blade nearby, Steven spoke with equal panicked worry. “(Y/N)! Wake up! Wake up!”

“Come on, (Y/N). Just open your eyes,” said Layla.

All three adults stared at the teenager, pure panic in their hearts. They couldn’t lose (Y/N). They couldn’t. If they died, they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves. Layla couldn’t lose another person she cared for. Steven couldn’t lose the teenager that he saw so much of himself in. Marc couldn’t let another child with so much heart and soul die because he hadn’t protected them.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened slowly. “…Wh…Wha…” They whimpered as the remnants of Harrow’s power danced through their nerves.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to speak,” said Layla, smiling in relief.

“You’re alright.” Marc held them close. “You’re alright.”

“We’ve got ya!” said Steven, beaming in relief.

“…Harrow?” groaned (Y/N) softly.

“He’s down,” said Layla.

“Am…Ammit?”

Marc and Steven exchanged a worried glance. Ammit was still fighting Khonshu and Ma’at.

“She’s still fighting,” said Steven.

“We need to bind Ammit,” said Layla. “That’s what Taweret said.”

“I…I know the…rites,” said (Y/N), fighting to lean Marc. “Ma’at…I’m her…Avatar.” He carefully guided them.

“Alright,” said Marc, though he was still concerned about their health. “We’ll get you to the pyramid.”

“I’ll bring Harrow,” said Layla.

Standing, Marc picked up (Y/N). They were still recovering, after all. Yes, with the suit they could heal more quickly, but he wasn’t letting them strain themself. Layla grabbed Harrow’s leg and dragged him behind her.

Together, the group rushed to the Great Pyramid and through the rubble to the chamber within. Marc gently put (Y/N) down but kept them standing upright while Layla tossed Harrow onto a fallen stone slab.

“The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body,” said Layla. “(Y/N)?”

“I know the spell,” said (Y/N), nodding. They reached out to Layla and Marc. “Take my hands. I don’t—I don’t have enough energy on my own.”

Layla and Marc took each of their outstretched hands. They hesitated, but their remaining hands intertwined. (Y/N) lifted their head, and Ma’at’s signature azure glow swirled into their eyes. Ancient Egyptian spilled from them, and blue magic twined out from them, extending through Layla and Marc until they were a circle of power.

The energy spread out from them and connected to the statues of the gods in the chamber, illuminating each with azure light. The magic swelled, and Layla and Marc felt the knowledge enter their mind. Their own chanting added to the power as the spirits of the untethered gods. Having lost their Avatars, they clung to this circle of power to strengthen the magic of the three Avatars standing strong together.

Harrow let out a gasp and stirred as the magic swarmed around him and began to affect his connection to Ammit.

A similar circle of light twined around Ammit outside of the pyramid as she yelled and snarled against Khonshu and Ma’at.

“We could’ve made this our paradise!” said Ammit.

“It’s too late, Ammit,” said Ma’at. “You have lost our friendship.”

“And you will be destroyed,” said Khonshu.

Ammit snarled, but the magic circle was too strong, and parts of her began to turn to sand, swirling downwards. She roared in fury, but she was pulled back into the magic and dissolved into it. Purple light joined azure, and it flew downwards into Harrow’s chest as he gasped.

He let out a pained breath as the magic and essence of Ammit sealed with him. His eyes turned on (Y/N), Marc, and Layla.

“You can never contain me,” said Ammit through Harrow. “I’ll never stop.” Then, Harrow’s head fell to the side in exhaustion, and he stared at the chamber blankly.

(Y/N)’s spell ended, and the magic and light faded. They let go of Marc and Layla’s hands and glanced at them apprehensively.

“Finish it.” Khonshu appeared in the chamber and loomed over Marc. “Leave neither of them alive.”

Marc stepped onto the slab of stone, casting a shadow over Harrow’s limp, beaten body. He took out a dagger.

“Marc?” said Layla, gazing at him.

“Act, Avatar of Khonshu,” said Ma’at, sorrowful that her former friend and companion had to meet such an end. “While he lives, so does she.”

(Y/N) shifted uneasily. They knew Harrow had done terrible things. They wanted him beaten, gone. But killing him like this, when he was down, mind destroyed? It felt like what he had done. If he was still fighting, if Harrow still had his magic and strength and power, (Y/N) would understand. Now…

“I have to finish this,” murmured Marc, gritting his teeth. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

“Marc,” said (Y/N), and he looked at them. They swallowed. “We have a choice. We beat Harrow. We beat Ammit. We served our purpose.”

Marc hesitated.

“The choice is vengeance,” said Khonshu. “We cannot take a chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

Marc looked up at Khonshu, and the deity stared back coldly. Marc threw his dagger to the side, and it embedded in a rock.

“You want them dead. Do it yourself,” he said firmly. (Y/N) smiled. “Now. Release us.”

Khonshu was silent, but he had no other choice. He had made a deal with Marc and Steven. “As you wish.” He disappeared in a swirl of wind and sand.

Marc exhaled, and his eyes rolled back into his head. The bandages and cloth of his outfit retracted until he wore his regular clothes once more. In a burst of silver light, Marc was released from his Avatarhood.

“How do you feel?” said Layla, smiling.

“I…feel new,” said Marc. He was free. No more being an Avatar. No more fighting. He could just…exist.

Steven switched in. “I like this!” He grinned. “We did it!”

“We did,” agreed (Y/N).

“(Y/N).” Ma’at spoke, and (Y/N) turned towards her.

“Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted and glanced at Layla and Marc. “Can I…Can I have a moment to speak to her? Alone?”

“Are you going to be alright?” said Layla, furrowing her brow.

“Don’t let any of the gods push you around,” said Steven quickly.

“I’m fine. I just need to talk to her,” said (Y/N) calmly.

“Alright. We’ll give you a moment,” said Layla.

Layla and Steven walked out of the pyramid, and (Y/N) turned to face Ma’at.

“You became my Avatar again to defeat Ammit,” said Ma’at. She had noticed the wording. “You wish for our connection to be dissolved.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I speak the truth, you know that.” They looked up at the goddess they had been with for seven years. “I’m ready for a chance to…be me. Not an Avatar. Not a guardian. Just me.”

Ma’at smiled. “Then I will honor your decision.”

“Really?” said (Y/N), blinking. They hadn’t anticipated Ma’at so easily allowing them to leave, to sever their connection as deity and Avatar.

“Yes.” Ma’at’s body swirled in azure light, and she shrunk into the form of a tall woman. She smiled at (Y/N). “You have been an incredible Avatar. The truth comes naturally to you. You see things as they are.” She reached out and touched (Y/N)’s hand. “But the gods were right. Despite your strength, you are young.” Ma’at smiled. “It wouldn’t be right of the goddess of justice to not allow you freedom now after doing so much.”

“Thank you,” said (Y/N), gazing back at Ma’at.

“I have pushed you so far,” said Ma’at. “I hope you may forgive me for my wrongs.” (Y/N) opened their mouth to respond, but Ma’at raised a hand. “No. You have no need to respond. It is I who must be just to you now.” She straightened and looked at (Y/N). “You have honored my ways as an Avatar. I wish to honor that. How may I thank you?”

“What?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

“Allow me to gift you something that may help you live freely,” said Ma’at.

“I…” (Y/N) knew their answer and met Ma’at’s gaze. “I want to hear the truth.”

“You wish to not just hear the language you grew with or the friend who controls the body,” said Ma’at knowingly.

(Y/N) nodded. They liked understanding people. And they liked hearing Marc or Steven when they weren’t fronting. They didn’t want to lose that connection to them.

“Very well.” Ma’at leaned in and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead.

A cool blue light washed over them, and their suit disappeared as their connection to Ma’at was severed. However, the scales tattoo given by Ammit’s judgement illuminated azure. It morphed into a feather, and when (Y/N) touched it gently, they felt a slight buzz of magic. Ma’at’s gift remained engrained within them.

“Know my offer to you will always stand, my dear Guardian of Truth,” said Ma’at quietly. “And may the truth serve you well.”

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l0caltiredgirl · 3 months

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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thatboisus · 26 days

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

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aphrcdites · 11 months

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“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

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

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flightlessangelwings · 5 months

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Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

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catastrxblues · 11 months

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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corinthianism · 6 months

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) - webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right? (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

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

Word count. 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marc almost fainted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back and forth.

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

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

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

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

You chuckled.

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

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

"See?"

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

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

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

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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lordkryze · 2 days

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This is so Steven Grant coded

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: In a New Chapter

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, and Steven experience a new type of life.

Mouse Note: Thank you so much for reading Burden of Truth (Book 1)! I had so much fun sharing with everyone. Really, I loved writing this. I hope that more Moon Knight content comes out soon because I already miss these guys so much. But, for now, I must say goodbye. I have more content in other series coming, and I have other Father Figure stories, so, please, take a look if you liked this story! Until next time

(Y/N) stepped out of the Great Pyramid. Their mind was their own. Their choices were their own. Their purpose was their own.

The warmth of the rising sun greeted them as they stepped out, and (Y/N) took a deep breath. Fresh, free air greeted their lungs. For a moment, they just stood there, existing. That’s all they wanted to do, forever.

“Hey. You alright, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) opened their eyes and looked at Layla. They grinned. “I’m great.”

“You’re not an Avatar anymore, are you?” said Marc.

(Y/N) shook their head. “No. Ma’at gave me a gift in thanks, and then she let me go.”

“Nicer than Khonshu,” muttered Marc.

Steven switched in. “What are you going to do now?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You’re not going to just…wander off alone, are you?” asked Steven worriedly.

“…I don’t know what else to do,” said (Y/N).

Layla scoffed. “No way are we letting you go off alone. You’re what, seventeen? No.”

“What else do I do?” asked (Y/N).

“Come back to London with me! And Marc!” said Steven instantly.

(Y/N) blinked, and their heart warmed. “What?”

“Layla is…going to be off doing Layla things, but we’re…we’re going to try to figure things out, Marc and I, between us. So we’re going back to London, to my flat,” said Steven, smiling.

“I—You want me to?” whispered (Y/N) as if the spell of being wanted, belonging, would break if they spoke too loudly, no matter how honest Steven’s words were.

Layla rolled her eyes. (Y/N) was apparently oblivious to how much Steven and Marc had become attached to them. “Of course they do.”

“Come home with us,” said Steven.

“Really?” They knew it was the truth, but it felt too impossible to accept. (Y/N) felt tears collect in their eyes, and their heart swelled with so much warmth it felt like they would burst.

“We’re not leaving you alone, kid,” said Marc, switching to front. He pulled (Y/N) in and hugged them.

(Y/N) let out a happy sob and grinned. They hugged back.

A few months later…

(Y/N)’s eyes opened as sunlight warmed their skin. Rolling over, they looked out the window at the bustle of London below. They smiled.

“Heya, are you awake, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sat up as Steven poked his head into the room. “I’m up.”

“Oh, good, I’m making pancakes. Want some?” said Steven.

(Y/N) smiled. “Sure.”

Steven grinned and nodded, leaving the room.

(Y/N) got out of bed and changed into their day clothes. Pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, they looked in the mirror. They didn’t need to be prepared for thievery or fighting. They could just…be.

Walking out of their room, (Y/N) walked to the kitchen portion of the flat.

“Hey, Guses,” said (Y/N), picking up fish food and sprinkling it into the tank where two fish swam together.

“Oh, yeah, we forgot to feed him this morning,” said Steven. “Thanks!”

“No, I told you too, and you forgot,” said Marc from the mirror.

“He’s cooking, so it’s alright,” said (Y/N), taking a plate from Steven.

“He should make an omelet. You don’t get enough protein with him,” said Marc.

“I make sure they do!” defended Steven, but there was nothing adversarial.

“Marc, I cook for myself,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly. “You don’t have to worry.”

“But I do,” said Marc, switching in and pulling out eggs to start cooking.

(Y/N) laughed and smiled.

“What are you doing today?” asked Marc, glancing at (Y/N).

They paused and considered. “I don’t know.” And that was the honest truth. They grinned. “I’m going to walk around and see what interests me.”

Marc’s gaze softened, and he smiled. “Alright. Just be careful.” He scooped eggs onto their plate. “And don’t forget, you and I are training later.”

“Right,” said (Y/N), eating their pancakes and eggs. “I’ll be back at 4.”

“Do you need pocket money?” said Steven from the reflection in the aquarium.

(Y/N) shook their head. “I managed to save some money when I worked with Ma’at. I’m fine.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, anything at all, you’ll tell us, right?” said Steven, fretting as usual.

(Y/N) smiled. “I will. Thank you.” They stood, passed their plate to Marc, and picked up their messenger back—the first item they’d bought in London. It reminded them of what their parents brought with them. “Bye. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, kid,” said Marc, watching them go.

The door slammed closed behind them, and Marc smiled.

“We’re doing good, aren’t we?” said Steven, looking at Marc.

“I hope so. They’re a good kid,” said Marc.

“Yeah. I really like them. It’s kind of like…we’re a family, you know?” said Steven.

“I know,” said Marc, his gaze softening. “I know.”

(Y/N) hummed as they sat down at the café of a bookstore they’d happened upon. Opening their phone, they scrolled through the news. As usual, the first things that popped up were the latest moves of some of the newer superheroes on the scene, like the new, female Hulk or a girl fighting with crystal-like abilities in Jersey City.

Leaving the news behind, (Y/N) clicked on their music and pressed play.

“El Melouk” began to play through their earbuds, and they smiled, taking a sip of their coffee.

“Look, look, look where we have been/and where we are now.”

(Y/N) smiled.

They had lost everything, but now, they were living. They had people they cared about. They had a home. (Y/N) even dared say they had a family.

And (Y/N) had a chance to figure out who they were.

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l0caltiredgirl · 11 months

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

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lockleysfav · 8 months

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My Little Flower

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB virgin!Reader

summary: You had just met the spider society and Miguel a few days ago, You and Miguel had been quite chatty with eachother for a while before be was called out to a mission. A few hours later when you’re asleep in the lab, a high Miguel stumbles in.

warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, drugged Miguel, loss of virginity, rough sex, non con, somnophilia, creampie, reader soon loves it.

A/N: From the last post, the poll, i will be doing the top 3 voted smut ideas. If you want to be in a taglist just comment on this post ❤️. Enjoy!!

To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been working on your new costume a few minutes after Miguel was called out to a mission. It was lonely sometimes without him despite the hundreds of spider people around. You knew that you and Miguel were a little closer than others, and his company had always lightened your mood.

You begged him to let you come with him on this mission but he immediately shut you down, rushing off after telling you it’s too dangerous, plus, your suit isnt finished. It was whatever, you scoffed and sat back down to carry on with the designs. “Asshole” you muttered to yourself, mimicking his facial expressions only to make yourself laugh but once you calmed down and looked to the clock and saw it was 10:34pm, you decided to work a little on your laptop in miguels chair (he had the comfiest chair of course).

The door and slammed wide open and yet you didnt flinch for a second, Miguel stumbled in onto his knees, panting and clawing at his neck “fuck what is this” he heaved as he continued to squirm. His fangs had retracted and he felt his body growing warmer and warmer at a certain smell, he didnt realise that smell was you until he forced himself up onto his feet and saw you asleep in his chair, your body hunched over on the desk with your laptop still open, the white light lighting up your face. Miguel almost purred at the sight of you drooling on his desk.

“te necesito” he muttered breathlessly before scrunching up his face in frustration. He couldnt do that to you? right? You were new, still young. You’d hate him but god he couldnt stop his legs from moving towards you. He growled and so desperately tried to hold himself back, his cock straining against his suit.

You were whining ever so slightly in your sleep, Miguel wasnt aware if you were having a nightmare but its what he assumed and it only drove him even crazier “poor bebita” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through your hair before letting the bottom half of his suit fade away, his cock resting against your cheek. His tip was almost gushing with precum, he gripped the back of your hair and growled before pushing the tip into your drooling mouth “oh fuck, thats it good girl” he whimpered as his body grew hotter, his hips suddenly bucking harder into your mouth. Your head twitched and pulled back a little but Miguel gripped your hair tighter holding you in place “im sorry bebita im so sorr- f-fuck” his dick hit the back of your throat and he doubled over emptying his cum on your tongue.

He pulled out panting, he stared down at you expecting you to jolt awake but you were still fast asleep. You were more of a deep sleeper than he thought. Initially he thought he was okay, but the sight of his warm cum dribbling out of your mouth only hardened his cock again. He didnt waste another second, he lifted you up from the desk, the cum from his mouth smearing onto his shoulder causing him to groan. He carried you to his bed and layed you on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulled down your leggings along with your socks and shirt, you stirred for a moment and Miguel stopped, looking at your face until it relaxed again “so good for me, you love it dont you? you want me just as much as i want you” his eyes had turned a deep red, he felt feral.

He straddled your thighs and ran his fingers down your spine before gripping your ass cheeks tight, putting his weight down and spreading you wide open, your puffy pussy exposed to him. He heaved again, saliva spitting from his mouth before spitting directly onto your pussy. This time, you jolted.

“M-Miguel?” you lifted your head realising it was planted down on soft sheets. You feel a pair of large hands on your ass and you quickly realised the situation, the head of his cock pressed against your hole and you immediately thrashed against him to get away “no no! stay!” Miguel had tears in his eyes he was so desperate. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. “Miguel stop! Im a virgin please please dont do this” you were almost sobbing and Miguel let go of your hands.

“Virgin?” he asked as he looked down again, spreading your pussy lips before looking at the back of your head. “I wont…i wont hurt you okay? please bebita” he leaned down, his body weight completely pinning you down as he kissed behind your ear. “need you so bad, just don’t fight it and it wont hurt i promise” you were panting and whining, you were so scared but also full of adrenaline. You were crushing on Miguel the minute you laid eyes on him. But you were just scared.

Miguel nipped your earlobe making you yelp, he growled and sat back up on his knees, he let you have control over your arms as he started rubbing his thick tip along your slit. He used his thighs to pin your legs together, making sure you wouldnt be able to squirm so much. He pushed in a little and sighed in relief at your loud whining “it hurts! miguel w-wait” but he didnt, he forced himself deeper and deeper, he knew it wouldve been easier for you if his dick was any smaller. He felt guilty in his gut as he continued and struggled to force his cock all the way inside you “shh relax, take me all in baby come on” he pulled back before pushing in again and this time your pussy opened up for him, letting him slide right in making you cry out loudly “miguel!” you were frantic, trying to get away from the pain but Miguel only held you in place, hushing you and kissing your shoulder as he refused to stop his movements.

“Shh it’s alright, dont be scared it’s over j…just stay still and oh- everything will be fine!” he stuttered as sweat dripped from his face. His gut was burning with desire and he couldnt stop, he so desperately wanted to pull out and hold you, tell you hes sorry but he couldn’t.

Miguel had shown a little mercy by flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs before slipping his hands behind your knees and pinning your legs to your chest, folding you together. He saw the fear in your face when you looked down at the size of him “no dont look mi amor, look at me thats it…you’re okay this is gonna feel so good trust me” you shook your head but he only nodded his before sliding his dick back into your pussy. You gasped and pressed your palm’s against his chest a poor attempt to keep him from going any further, he moaned and only slid deeper, hitting your cervix. “too deep” you told him shakily and he ignored you, lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders and pounding into you “fuck you’re so tight, leaking everywhere you little slut you love it, stop being so fucking dramatic and take it” the moment he said this, he slammed against your g-spot and your eyes rolled back “o-oh my god” you bucked your hips up and he smiled against your neck “good girl there we go…” he pulled away to look at you, taking in your beautiful features while pounding you.

You were moaning at each thrust, it was music to Miguels ears and as soon as you started panicking, unknown to what was coming he almost exploded. “mmm fuck dont fight it, let it happen bebita come on let it all out” his encouragement had you crying, your pussy squeezing his cock as you came, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting but it didnt matter, he grabbed your throat tightly and kissed you, pushing his tongue deep in your mouth as he rammed his warm sticky cum into your womb.

Miguel laid his head on your chest, he felt a weight lift off him and he came back to his senses when he heard you crying. He immediately shot up and looked down at you with a frown “oh no…oh im so sorry i..i didnt..i dont know what to say” he cupped your cheeks desperate to hear you say something.

You shook your head in his hands “please dont leave” Miguel was stunned for a moment at your plea, your body was shaking and his heart broke “hey..hey look at me im not going anywhere” he looked into your reddening eyes “im not going anywhere…im so sorry this wasnt how i wanted this to go” he sighed and laid his head back onto your chest “i was hit with some powder i dont know what came over me when i saw you, please babygirl believe me when i say i didnt wanna hurt you i-i never want to hurt you” you were looking up at him, smiling weakly “it’s okay Miguel..i understand” you nuzzle into him and he clung to you tightly “i wont let anyone hurt you..you’re mine” he was gentle with words, it almost felt normal.

You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

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