#marc spector x witch!reader

[sailorkamino]

Chaotic

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relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, thanos never happened bc i said so

Before you even met Steven, you felt him. 

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird. 

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Divided but whole. Chaotic but reassuring. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that. Barely.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair... would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

You can't help but dopily grin as he speed walks away. Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to react when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand. You look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them from mid air. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm as he nods like a rather adorable bobblehead. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some sweets in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods enthusiastically. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man (which is quite bewildering to you, how is it possible to dislike Steven?)

"Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

____

It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop.

And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID, which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell them anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you remind, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like them,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

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Boundless Ch 1: The Rigid Hunter

summary: he’s looking for her— hunting her.

pairing: witch hunter!marc spector x witch!reader

contents: enemies to lovers, mentions of murder/torture, marc is a broken asshole, injury, blood mention

gif credit: @perotovar

wc: 2.4k

an: welcome to the boundless universe! i’ve really enjoyed writing this so far, i love the concept. i’d really love to build it together, so if anyone has any questions, thoughts, headcanons swirling around in your brains please feel free to come talk to me about these two! i hope that y’all like this and i’m excited to hear your feelings on it. 🤍

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Marc remembers the day he found out the legends were true. Say your prayers, lock your doors, and sprinkle your salt because they’re out there. Witches and wizards walk the streets looking for opportunities to spread pain and suffering. They look like us, and talk like us. But they can’t feel like us, love like us, care like us.

He was 10 years old the first time he witnessed the violence that comes with being in his family . He watched with horror as his parents tied up one of his teachers. She spewed nonsense, objects flew, and fires burned. Each hunter chose their weapons and that day he’d watched his parents use daggers he thought were for show.

He was afraid at first. He didn’t want to kill, didn’t want to be violent like her— like his mother. And though eventually he had succumbed to violence, realizing that there was no way to fight it, that it was in his blood, he always vowed that he would be different. Despite his disdain for witches, he has never been ruthless. He has always killed them quickly, painlessly with mercy, never been one to taunt them as they meet their deaths.

Today, almost 20 years later, Marc’s crossbow is slung over his shoulders, one of his hands resting over the dagger on his hip as he slowly makes his way through the forest. He’s hypervigilant and jumpy, eyes roaming the greenery that fades into orange and yellow and red. He’s ready to defend himself at the drop of a hat.

He’s looking for her— hunting her. The full moon is tonight, and witches always flock to their dens, charging their crystals, infusing their spells with the magic of the celestial being. Her den and a handful of others are in these woods, just on the outskirts of a camping resort so as not to draw too much suspicion. Time and time again witches fail with anonymity— he and his family follow the breadcrumbs they leave and pick them off one by one.

He’s looking for her darkness. He’ll know it when he sees it, he’s seen many dens and killed more witches than he can count. They surround themselves with smoke and blood and evil. This one will go down just like all the others, he’s sure. She’ll be just as vile, conniving. Just as eager to beg for her life when he lines the tip of an arrow up with her eyes. Emotionless and self-serving with a heart that bleeds black.

It’s easy to get distracted by the sights around him. He loves autumn, the symbolism of how even as an organism fails and dies, there’s beauty to be found. It gives him the hope that maybe there’s something to be found in him too despite all he’s been through.

There’s something soothing in the sound of leaves crunching beneath the weight of his boots. There’s a waterfall in the distance that feeds into the creek he’s following. Where there’s water, there’s life.

He continues up the stream, noticing the remnants of a paper sailboat coated in wax tangled in some brush on the bank. He bends to pick it up, noticing words sprawled across the side.

Sail under Hecate’s moon.

The words heighten his senses— she’s close, within walking distance of the area. And while that can mean a wide variety of things, Marc is prepared for the worst, to walk miles and miles if he has to. Standing quickly his eyes scan the area, wary of her. There is no one to be found, not an inkling of life in his sights so he carries on.

He nearly makes it to the waterfall when across the creek he hears the rustle of leaves and his heart lurches in his chest. No matter how many times he faces a witch, there’s always the unpredictable— they could have anything up their sleeves. Thousands of spells and enchantments and potions, each one more horrible than the next. His hands slick with sweat reach back, drawing his crossbow to line up with his sight.

Deer.

Two of them make their way to the bank, bending to drink, paying him no mind. His heartbeat slows and shakes his head, letting out a silent sigh of relief as he lowers the bow.

Marc’s eyes return to the waterfall that’s a short distance in front of him. He could simply go around, and walk a short distance so that he could get to the top of it at a steady incline. But that would be too easy for him. He was taught to never take the easy way, that anything that holds weight in this life is a challenge. It must be difficult for it to mean anything in his mother’s eyes. He still doesn’t quite understand why after all this time, her opinions have a hold on him. He bats the thoughts of her away as he eyes the rocks to the left of the waterfall’s mouth.

They are damp sure, but not completely slick and unclimbable. The summit of the waterfall is much higher than it looked far away, but he thinks nothing of it as he steps forward and begins to climb. The hood of his cape falls as he puts one hand above another, exposing his dark curls.

A bush behind him rattles and he glances over his shoulder, eyes going wide as he realizes how vulnerable he is right now. There’s nothing he could do if he were to face her now, this high up is too far of a jump to do it safely. The best course of action is to finish the climb, it’ll grant him a better vantage point to get his bearings and height is always an advantage in combat. But when Marc turns around, looking up to his goal, there’s a crow— the largest crow he’s ever seen in his life, cawing loudly in his face. He’s startled, losing his grip on the rocks, feet slipping as they try to find purchase and he falls, grunting as he hears his flesh and bone tearing and cracking before he goes unconscious.

When Marc wakes sometime later, he hurts all over. There’s a splitting ache in his head, and a pain much sharper and dangerous sitting in his leg. He can handle pain, he’s been trained his whole life, day in and day out to handle much more than a slip in some gnarly wood. He blinks up to the trees, taking shallow breaths. If he can just lay here and gather his strength he should be able to get up.

What would his mother say if she could see him? All the things she said all his life, he imagines. Baseless shouts of this is not his calling, that he was meant to weld or harvest or research. That his attempts at living for Randall are in vain. Like he wasn’t bred for this. Like the mistakes he made has tainted his blood, taking away his right to hunt.

He tries to sit up and pain screams in his side. Had he broken some ribs? He lays back again, trying to get enough air to his brain so he doesn’t pass out again. His attempts are futile and soon, he drifts out again.

Somewhere in his mind, he can hear the graceful patter of feet near him. He feels when he is picked up by something as large as it is fluffy. A wolf maybe, taking him back to her cubs for a meal. He wonders if it would be such a bad way to go if it meant he’d never see his mother again.

A little while later his surroundings change. He’s somewhere soft and warm. Everything inside him is on edge. His instincts tell him that he’s unsafe, that he must get up and go, but his body is in no state to do so. He can’t even open his eyes, can’t speak a word, let alone take any steps.

Something—someone guides his head up, tipping a cup to his mouth. “Drink this,” A soft voice says to him gently.

He wants to resist but he’s weak to this person’s will. Whoever it is pours a steady stream of the liquid down his throat. It’s thick, warm, and tastes like black currants, mint and citrus. His body goes a little numb, relaxing further into the bed he’s laid in.

His pain waxes and wanes even as he sleeps. Though he isn't conscious, sometimes can feel the way his body cries and aches. He can feel the heat of healing, feel his muscles and bones scraping against each other as they slowly move back into place. He’s grateful for the braviety, happy to sink into a deeper place of unconsciousness, to run from the discomfort.

Marc wakes gradually. He first wiggles his toes, feeling the numbness in his right leg. He taps his fingers softly, enjoying the fullness of whatever bed he lies in. He tries to stretch his neck but he’s quite stiff and decides to just open his eyes. To do the inevitable and face his reality. When his eyes open, he frowns at the sight of paper boats hanging from the ceiling.

Paper boats, covered in wax, sailing under Hecate’s moon.

Marc knows right away where he is. He’s too warm. He can smell moss. The room glows from the outside in, candles lit but somehow he still feels the darkness. Maybe it is the deep dark reds and purples of her linens and furniture. Maybe it’s the white wolf that sits near the fireplace, eyes as dark as the night sky as it watches him. Or maybe the sense of dread as he takes in his surroundings, as he realizes he’s been made. He tenses, turning his head until his eyes meet hers.

Marc’s mouth drops open, going dry. She’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen— her soft mouth raised in a smile, her eyes clever. There are no words, just sensations that contradict each other. He feels wonky like his body can’t decide if he wants to stay or go. His brain tells him that he should fight, that he should leave. His heart pounds loudly in his chest as adrenaline builds. But in the pit of his stomach, there is nothing but ease as he looks into her eyes. All of this leaves him utterly confused and then some.

When he continues to stare at her quietly, she says, “You’re awake.”

He’s in the witch’s den and here she is, smiling down at him because she’s got him in her grasp. He’s not sure why she hasn’t killed him yet. He should be more afraid. He should kill her.

Where’s his weapon?

“Don’t. I don’t want to hurt you. Or paralyze you, drug you— maim you. Especially after fixing you up, I’d be destroying all my work,” She muses playfully, looking down into her book.

Marc’s eyes go wide with shock. Is she being funny?

“You know who I am,” He states, ignoring the way his heart starts to beat more quickly.

She nods, looking up from the pages, “The sigil on the crossbow made it pretty obvious.”

“You saved me anyway.”

“The wolves would’ve eaten you alive.”

“That would’ve been better than being taken hostage and killed by a witch.”

“You aren’t taken hostage— I’ve nursed you back to health. If I wanted you dead I wouldn’t waste my energy. I would’ve watched them feast,” She says matter of factly.

“Spoken like a true witch,” Marc scoffs.

She narrows her eyes at him, “You know nothing about me.”

“I know everything about you. My whole life is about you. Your kind,” He corrects.

“News flash Spector, I’m just as human as you are.”

“You might look human but our hearts don’t beat the same. You’re a monster, it’s in your blood.”

His words punch her in the gut. She knows that witch hunters are cruel, she’s been taught that all her life. Spell writing, potion brewing, ingredient harvesting, and the all-important learning to murder witch hunters in any and every fashion. There are many rules to be followed in witchcraft— regardless of one’s craft or coven but the most important of them?

If you see one, there should be one less in the world.

She knows they’re raised to hate her as much as she’s raised to hate them. But the hate never stuck. It was drowned in curiosity, in a yearning for peace and understanding. Because how dare she want to live a life that is fruitful and soft. How dare she see the humanity in them. She blows out a breath, eyes raising to the ceiling as she tries to keep her tears in. Even as her heart aches, it roars, begging to retaliate. Begging to lash out and hurt him. She ignores that urge like she always does, wiping at her eyes.

He sees the way her tears twinkle in the soft candlelight— she truly is beautiful. He quickly bats the thought away again. Beauty can only run so deep in her, she is a witch after all. It stops at the surface, he knows that. But, he feels bad for making her cry. She’s a witch, the bloodsucker of the human race. He shouldn’t care if she lives or dies, let alone if she cries. But before he can think better of it, an apology sits on his tongue. He doesn’t get the chance to say it.

“You’d prefer to be alone,” She sets down her grimoire and stands, reaching for a cloak that’s hung on the wall. “I’ll go to look for matching wood to repair your crossbow, part of it broke during your fall. Don’t try anything stupid, your leg is still setting.”

The white wolf that hasn’t taken its eyes off of him makes growls under its breath and Marc glares.

“Neither of us is going to hurt you. She simply wants you to be kinder to me. How a wolf knows that and you don’t….” She clicks her tongue in scolding, turning to look at the wolf, “Come along, Nimbus.”

He watches them leave, letting out a deep breath when he’s finally alone. He’s still confused. He doesn't understand her.

Kinder to her? She must not understand their dynamic— she must be out of her mind. That much is clear since she’d brought him back to her den to help him instead of killing him. Could he really trust that? A witch so unstable? She could’ve brought him here to nurse him back to health for a challenge, all to kill him again. That makes more sense, that aligns with all of his previous experiences. There must be ulterior motives for why she’s brought him here. He won’t fall into this trap.

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・You weren’t in a relationship, but god you wanted to be with Steven so badly

・Some days you thought, ‘yes, he’s definitely going to ask me out,’ and then ... he never does

・Little do you know - he always wants to, but can’t get himself to say the words. Something holds him back. Fear. Fear of being rejected.

・But you were great friends and he didn’t want to jeapordise that

・So one night, during your weekly dinners together (yes, you were so close that you had weekly dinners... and he still didn’t think you would go out with him???)

・You were on the couch, a plate in your hand with greasy pizza drooping from your hand. 

・Steven was in the kitchen, getting you another soda, when you called him over.

    “It’s on! Steven it’s starting-”

・You heard the shuffling of footsteps and then the weight of Steven Grant was next to you

・You could smell his cologne; you thought it lingered from earlier this morning from work. But no, he put extra on because you were over (he always did that, but still you didn’t think it was for you?!)

   “Here, I’m here.”

・You had begged him to watch this new horror movie with you, seeing as though you both lived by yourselves, you knew you couldn’t handle watching it on your own.

・It was supposed to be Oscar worthy - 

・But you had jumped 3 times before 10 minutes

・Steven was doing his best not to show it but he was absolutely dying

・It wasn’t until the apex of the movie that you had reached out and grabbed for Steven’s arm, wrapping your hands around his

・He instantly stiffened

・Not because he wanted you to let go, but because he wasn’t expecting it 

・And Marc was ABSOLUTELY SCREAMING INSIDE. ‘NOW’S THE TIME, NOW IS. THE. TIME.’ But Steven couldn’t hear it, he was too enveloped in the feeling of your hand in his

・You weren’t even conscious of what you had done. 

・It was an instinct, jumping closer to safety - and feeling safe would always be tied with Steven.

・It took him a few moments, but he relaxed, entwined his fingers into yours. 

・A small smile crept onto Steven’s face, a blush too

・He just couldn’t get over how you clung to him. 

・Before the movie was over, you were practically in this lap, with his arms wrapped around you. 

・By this time you had noticed, and you wanted to be closer to Steven...you wanted him to...to kiss you. 

・Would he? Did you have to make another move?

#witch the writer's headcanons #steven grant x reader #steven grant headcanons #moonknight #moonknight headcanons #marc spector #jake lockley #mcu #marvel #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons #witch the writer's stories #sfw #sfw headcanons #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #steven grant x gender neutral

[alastors-radio]

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[mement0m0rri]

I Want You To Feel Safe || Steven Grant x Witch!Reader x Marc Spector

Summary: Reader is a witch attempting to help protect her boyfriend(s) from Khonshu’s consistant pestering. (You and Khonshu hate each other XD) 

Word Count: 1151 words

Warning(s): FLUFF!!!! 

Author’s Note: I do not consent to my works being copied, printed, or used by anyone other than myself. 

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             You had worked tirelessly throughout your day off to fortify Steven and Marc’s flat. You were done with the level of Khonshu’s harassment and hijacking of their body and minds. You had spent weeks studying and gathering the knowledge to protect this place and make it a sanctuary for them. Especially since a week before when you were attempting to be intimate and Khonshu appear to pull Steven out of bed to do his bidding. Marc had to come forward to calm you down as there was no way Steven had the heart to stop you when you threw the lamp at Khonshu, screaming that he was a “Stupid Old Pigeon.”

             Smiling to yourself as you whispered the last words of the incantation and completed the last sigil of ash in the corner you were excited to see if this old magic would work considering your Eqyptian modifications. Then a quick worry crossed your mind, hopefully the boys wouldn’t be too cross that you had drawn all over their walls. You internally promised to pay for any damage costs this endeavor may have incurred with the landlord.          

“Hi love, how was your day? Steven called out with a smile that melted your heart, as he pulled his keys from the flat’s lock and entered, totally unphased by the energy over the entrance.

             “Hi darling, it was good, very busy!” You chirped with a smile, as you laid your spell book onto the table to quickly walk over to him, giving him a soft kiss. “How was yours?”

             “Oh you know, Donna always going on about how she’ll put me on inventory if I show up late again and how… what on earth is all over your hands?” Steven’s attention shooting to your black soot stained fingers, grabbing them gently to look them over.

             “Oh it’s…” And then you heard a sound of an angry yet slightly impressed God from behind Steven. You peered over to see Khonshu had now materialized and could not pass the barrier despite his best efforts. “Ha, nice!” You laughed, Steven turned to watch the scene unfolding behind him.

             “Bloody hell.” Steven watched Khonshu punch the barrier unable to break it with shock.

             “Remove the ward Witch!” He growled.

             “Ward? What is going on?” Steven asked turning back to you.

             “You’re Witch it seems, has warded your home so I may not enter.”

             “Yeah, I did. You meddle with them enough, the magic still allows you to communicate but you are not allowed to cross the threshold.”

             “I will gut you one of these days sorceress.”

             “Oi, enough of that! You heard her, off you pop!” Steven pointed at Khonshu and made a waving motion for him to go. Khonshu stared for a moment at you both menacingly and you made a mental note to place protection charms on yourself, Steven, and Marc later on since while you were clever he was still a God and you were testing your luck as it was.

             “Bye!” You sang, waving as you slammed the door on the God. On the other hand if he was going to kill you it might as well be for a good reason.

             “WOW! That was amazing!” Steven all but giggled as he grabbed your face pulling you in for a excited kiss. “How did you do that?”

             “I’ve been studying!” You said with cutest smile you could muster for your lovely academic boyfriend.

             “That is so hot!” Steven chuckled pulling you in close for another kiss, smiling against your lips.

             “I was thinking too, we could get a cat, for protection? They are the Egyptian guardians after all!” You said matter-of-factly gently pulling out of the kiss.

             “You’ll have to talk to Marc on that one love, remember that time with poor Gus?”

             “Ooo good call.” You crinkled your nose with a smile as you ran your hand across his chest. Quickly Steven’s head turned to the mirror across the room.

             “You should see what she’s done mate!” He said with a smile. “Well I’m sure it’ll be alright.” Steven began to trail off, starting to look a little bit concerned. He looked back down at you in his arms and his eyes rolled slightly. A stern look replacing the one that had been pure shock and joy from moments ago.

  ��          “Marc?”

             “What did you do?” Marc looked at you expectantly as he removed his arms from hugging your body to grasping your arms to look at you fully, your feeling of excitement disappearing completely.

             “I protected the apartment to keep Khonshu out.” You began to drop your head in shame under his gaze. Steven had loved it, but your men were very different people, Marc did not.

             “Oh jeeze, why would you do that? There will be consequences for this!” Mark sighed.

             “Because I hate how Khonshu pulls you away whenever he pleases to do Gods know what! Half the time neither of you remember what happened and I watch you both panic over losing control over your body and trying to figure it all out! I wanted you to feel safe in at least one place from him! You both deserve a term in your deal for your own time alone without threat of transportation to wherever! I want you to feel safe!” You blurted out, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you looked at his frustrated expression. You really had tried, but this was obviously not what they wanted. “I’ll wash them off and apologize to Khonshu.” You whispered, beginning to pull away, you couldn’t even look at Marc anymore, you felt so embarrassed.

             His hands holding your arms tightened on you, pulling you back against his chest. Still unable to look at him Marc reached up with one hand and tilted your chin to meet his eyes. He pulled you into a soft passionate kiss, his hand leaving your chin and wrapping around to tangle in your hair. Your hands slid up to wrapped around his waist, palms flat to his back, pulling him flush against you. Marc had always been terrible with words, he expressed things so subtly that sometimes you had to squint to see them or rather psychically so you would know immediately how he felt. You sighed against his lips knowing that he was trying to tell you he still loved you.

             “No.” He sighed, gently leaning back to look at you. “You’re right.”

             Your eyes popped open to look at him, he looked almost anxious. “Leave them up, I’ll deal with Khonshu.” He said sternly, “But let me know next time you’re planning on antagonizing a God okay?”

             His stern look morphed into a small smile, which you return whole heartedly as you pulled him back into another deep kiss.

             “No promises.” You whispered against his lips, fully prepared to enjoy some uninterrupted alone time with your boys.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #witch!reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #marvel fanfic #steven grant fanfiction #marc spector fanfiction #khonshu is a stupid old pigeon and I love him #marvel mcu

[zymruk]

Bubbles' masterlist

Shang-chi x Reader:

It's the little things

Shang-chi and Reader wake up in each other's arms after a good night's sleep. Though both your schedules don't give enough time together, you and him take a minute to reel in your bubble. Even for a second.

All the ways we sabotaged it

Shang-Chi and Reader see each other again in a café after their six months long breakup. They catch up on what was missed.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader:

You're my dork !

It's movie night at the compound and everyone's away on a mission. Except: Steve, Sam, Vision, Wanda and you. Luckily, Sam's on a date at the movie theatre. Normally it should be your turn to decide which movie to watch,your taste for science fiction causes you and Wands to butt chins.

Yelena x Reader:

None yet.

Steven Grant x Reader:

Camping Headcanon

What happens when you two go camping?

Natasha Romanoff:

love dive

You and Nat are going to your date night at the movie theatre

Izogie :

Izogie x reader

Izogie and you spend some time reminiscing on sweet past memories.

Shuri Udaku:

Hey you

Reader is Riri's roomate, she's in the washroom when the princess visits.

#Wanda maximoff xreader #Wanda maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff #Wanda Maximoff x you #Shang-chi and the ten rings #Shang-chi x you #Shang-chi x reader #the scarlet witch #Yelena Belova #Yelena Belove x reader #black widow #Steve Rogers #The Vision #Vision #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #Steven Grant x reader #Steven Grant fanfiction #Steven Grant imagines #Marc Spector #Marc Spector x reader #Konshu #Moonknight fanfiction #Jake lockley #headcannons #Moonknight Headcannons #marvel fanfiction

[moonlight-prose]

✧ KINKTOBER 2023 ✧

Once more kinktober is upon us! Spooky season has officially arrived and with a new set of filthy fics to give us all a fun time. While I was going to skip doing it this year altogether, I figured what was the fun in that? I am adamant on finishing this list this year which means I will be writing my ass off. So here's to a fun filled filthy October. Here we go!

minors dni. this content is not for you in the slightest. everything here is 18+ only. you will be blocked on sight.

i don’t keep taglists anymore but i do have a library blog that is updated whenever i post a fic.

reblogs, comments, and feedback is always welcome!

WEEK ONE: 10/1 - 10/8 ──── "I am the love witch."

day one: hair pulling + choking - joel miller

day two: photos - mickey "fanboy" garcia

day three: handjob + mirror sex - frankie morales

day four: cockwarning + dirty talk - jake "hangman" seresin

day five: guided masturbation + intercrural sex - marc spector

day six: spit kink - joaquín torres

day seven: creampie - steven grant

day eight: double penetration + threesome - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader x jake "hangman" seresin

WEEK TWO: 10/9 - 10/16 ──── "I have crossed oceans of time to find you."

day nine: blood play - miguel o'hara

day ten: thigh riding - jake lockley

day eleven: shower sex - joel miller

day twelve: mutual masturbation + phone sex - steven grant

day thirteen: overstimulation - tommy miller

day fourteen: nipple play + scissoring - natasha "phoenix" trace

day fifteen: cunnilingus + cum eating - bradley "rooster" bradshaw

day sixteen: sixty-nine + anal play - marc spector

WEEK THREE: 10/17 - 10/24 ──── "Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead."

day seventeen: deep throating - mickey "fanboy" garcia

day eighteen: sex pollen - miguel o'hara

day nineteen: dry humping - cassian andor

day twenty: praise kink - joel miller

day twenty-one: breath play + fingering - anakin skywalker

day twenty-two: rough sex + dom/sub - tommy miller

day twenty-three: restraints - din djarin

day twenty-four: sex toys + orgasm control - jake lockley

WEEK FOUR: 10/25 - 10/31 ──── "The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones."

day twenty-five: oral fixation - joel miller

day twenty-six: exhibitionism - steven grant

day twenty-seven: strip tease - bradley "rooster" bradshaw

day twenty-eight: consensual somnophilia - joaquín torres

day twenty-nine: biting/marking + squirting - miguel o'hara

day thirty: breeding - din djarin

day thirty-one: dealer's choice!

#kinktober 2023 #top gun maverick #star wars #pedro pascal #moon knight smut #star wars smut #miguel o'hara smut #kinktober #my writing #if you see familiar works from last year #it's because i've just taken what i didn't write and added it to here #not many but a few

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in October, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Sunk (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥An Unorthodox Method (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Love Bites) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Soft and Slow) (Cal Kestis x Reader) - @flightlessangelwings

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (Stripping) (Stripper!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

I just called to say I love you (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

Adore you (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 25 (Breeding) (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) (Part of the Gardens of Babylon Universe) - @spacecowboyhotch

Moon Knight

🔥Over the Counter (DBF!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Vivid (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Shades of the Moon (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Boundless (Witch Hunter!Marc x Witch!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Price You Gotta Pay (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥The Sweetest Sound (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Sweetest Taste (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (formal wear) (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 6 (Phone Sex) (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Kinktober Day 12 (Formal Wear) (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What a Show (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥La Petite Mort (Ghost!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Pumpkin Porno (OnlyFans!Steven Grant) - @ominoose

In the morning light (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Nature Boy (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Sleeping Dogs (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥What A Wicked Thing To Do (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Begging) (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Couch Sex with Miguel (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming) (College!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥soft s3x and grey sweats (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @wyvernest

Ex Machina

🔥Peak-A-Boo (Ghostface!Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Perfect Little Fuck Toy (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sucker Punch

🔥Product Demonstration (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Monster Mash (Rockstar!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Triple Frontier

Under cotton and calicoes (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Make this feel like home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Just A Little Push (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Scenes From a Marriage

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (bath/shower) (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 15 (Against a Wall & Voice Kink) (Jonathan Levy x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

The Two Faces of January

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Slow and Soft) (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥body talk (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) (part of the Oxford Comma series) - @whatthefishh

Misc.

🔥Just A Scratch (Jack Mohave x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Take Care (Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Service Fee (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥If You Wanna Be Wild (Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia) - @romanarose and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i already recced this but there's more so 🙃)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #santiago garcia x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #jonathan levy x reader #nathan bateman x reader #rydal keener x reader #jack mohave x reader #anselm vogelweide x reader #llewyn davis x reader #javier pena x reader #will miller x reader #blue jones x reader #cal kestis x reader #fic rec #damn i read a lot in october

[softlyspector]

Tales Untold - Series Masterlist

Summary: A year after his mother's death, Marc travels back to Chicago to face his father. He doesn't expect it to be easy but he also doesn't expect it to be so hard. He especially doesn't expect to find refuge from the hard moments in a little known witch's shop a few blocks over. And definitely not in one keeping watch over the family's piano.

"It's the one memory he has of his mother that isn’t tainted. It’s the one memory where she doesn’t change, where she always loves him." 

Pairing: eventual Marc Spector x Reader (eventual minor Steven Grant x Reader and Jake Lockley x Reader)

Series warnings (so far): slow burn, mentions of past child abuse, mental health issues, tense relationship with a parent, alcohol

Series Status: COMPLETE

A/N: Hello! I'm very excited (and nervous) to be writing a series again. I anticipate this being 8ish parts long. The first part will be posted Sunday, January 15, 2023. I will try to keep to an upload schedule of every Saturday at 3PM EST.

Chapters:

I. Tales Untold

ll. Lavender

III. Restore

IV. Credence

V. Mothers

VI. Promise

VII. Innocent

VIII. Midnight Blue

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #series masterlist #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight fanfic

[covetyou]

halloween fic recs

now that clown!Dieter is out there for the world to enjoy, I thought I'd throw together some seasonally appropriate fic recommendations.

aliens, monsters, witches, ghosts, serial killers, you get the gist.

heed individual fic warnings, but almost all are smut and include dark themes or monster/alien fucking. sometimes both. 'tis the season.

🔪 = dark 🩸 = gore

ghosts

psychomanteum by @whatsnewalycat - series - Dieter x f!reader - little bit spooky, little bit ghosty, overall incredible. did it scare the shit out of me because it mentions sitting in a dark room and I'm that scared of the dark? maybe it did.

the haunting of dieter bravo by @idolatrybarbie - oneshot - Dieter & reader - smut free spooky shenanigans! genuinely terrifying, and I would like more.

vamps

haunted by @theywhowriteandknowthings 🔪 - oneshot - vampire!Joel x f!reader x vampire!Tommy - vaguely "haunted" house, hot af vampire brothers, DP? literally what is there not to love.

bleed for me by @saradika - series - vampire!Din Djarin x f!reader - this series had me gripped from start to finish.

other spooky creatures

the devils backbone by @ezrasbirdie 🩸- series - alpha!Frankie x omega!ofc - a/b/o fic with monsters and fucking, but no monsterfucking. it's gory, spooky, scary, and just so so good.

boundless by @spacecowboyhotch - series - Marc Spector x f!reader - a witch and a witch hunter, can it get any better. it's early days but I'm so excited for more.

week of horror masterlist by @sweetercalypso 🔪 - event - every single fic has been perfectly spooky and horny thus far. we have ghosts, poltergeists, incubus/succubus, ghostface, vamps, it's got it all.

oh honey by @lincolndjarin 🔪🩸- series - Joel x f!reader - horror and suspense, gory as hell, monster fucking. incredible. criminally underrated.

dream within a dream by @gasolinerainbowpuddles 🔪🩸 - oneshot - incubus!Ezra x f!reader - so beautiful, so creepy, also kind of sad and hot at the same time?

jizz fingers by @gasolinerainbowpuddles - oneshot - splorgimum!Joel x f!reader - insane alien crackfic. that's it. read part 2 too.

mothman fever by @beskarandblasters - oneshot - Joel x f!reader - I've legitimately been thinking about this ever since I read it.

serial killers

slasher!Joel by @toxicanonymity 🔪- oneshot collection - Joel x f!reader - it's funny, it's dark, it's creepy, it's horny. he's a pathetic little murder man and I love him.

sanity is a cozy lie by @patti7dc 🔪🩸- series - Joel x f!reader - incredible serial killer Joel series with a twist. I cannot get enough.

hostage by @atticrissfinch 🔪- oneshot - Joel x f!reader - creepy serial killer in the woods? yes.

scream queen by @hellishjoel 🔪- oneshot - ghostface!Joel x f!reader - it felt like reading a scene from a movie. the ending got me so good.

do you have any spooky recs? send 'em my way!

#coveted recs #joel miller x reader #ezra prospect x reader #din djarin x reader #dieter bravo x reader #marc spector x reader #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction

[dont-feel-so-good-peter]

Hey so I just graduated and was wondering if I could request Peter Parker X Reader where you and Peter are celebrating graduating and if you’re comfortable with it. things get spicy and Peter’s like “I’ve got a graduation present for you”😏

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐨𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐖𝐇 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐎𝐌, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Word count: 15K+ because I can’t help myself and I’m excited to write another character besides the moon boys. I love the moon knight but it get’s tiring writing for them after a while.

Note: I’m sorry this is long but I’m just excited to write for peter, he’s one of my favorite characters. And this one shot has probably become one of my favorite by far besides pretty when you cry (marc spector x reader)

—GRADUATION FINALLY CAME. The threats had passed, the multiverse wasn't broken and Peter was able to keep his friends and family. He was safe but most importantly, Peter was safe with you. Throughout the months of being blamed for Mysterio's death, Peter sought Wanda Maximoff to help him with a spell to make everyone forget he was ever Spider-Man but wanted everyone in his life who already knew to keep the same knowledge.

And with that spell from the Scarlet Witch, it had worked more than he hoped for. Peter got to keep his life as Spider-Man as everyone forgot (besides the people he wanted to know) and the whole Mysterio situation passed. And now, he got to graduate with his friends Ned and MJ, and of course, graduate with the one he loves the most. You.

Peter never thought he would be able to see the day when he was going to graduate with you once the Mysterio situation happened but thanks to the Scarlet Witch, Peter graduated top of his class and got a scholarship to MIT. Everything felt right in the world, perhaps in another universe, he would have had asked Doctor Strange for help. Perhaps it would have gone the same way as the spell Wanda conjured for Peter or perhaps —the spell would have harmed him in more ways than ever.

Perhaps he would have lost everything in another universe. But in this universe, Peter got what he wanted and he was grateful for Wanda for allowing this life to happen. And with that found appreciation, Peter was being more loving than ever with you.

Peter pulled you closely as the graduation hats were tossed in the air. His hands were firmly on your waist as he lowered his head to kiss your plump lips. The echoing sounds of cheering and yells of the completion of five years of high school (because the blip made them repeat the year much to everyone's dismay) seemed to disappear.

Peter couldn't be more grateful to graduate with you and his best friends. He opened his eyes and stared at your twinkling [color] eyes as you gazed back at him in adoration. He felt like he was in a dream; that all of this was too good to be true. That this wasn't supposed to happen, but this moment has happened. He was grateful to be in a universe where he could be happy.

"Ew, okay. You two lovebirds, get a room." MJ called out with disgust as she stood in front of you with crossed arms as Ned had a wide smile on his lips. "We barely graduated and you two can't get your hands off each other already. I don't want to be a godmother at eighteen."

"Who made you the godmother?" You questioned, teasingly as you turned around with your hands on your hips, tilting your head at the sarcastic girl.

"Duh, me. I'm your best friend, who else would be the godmother of your children?" MJ playfully rolled her eyes as she smiled at you.

You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe. . .Betty?"

MJ rolled her eyes as she gave you a blank expression. "Okay, yeah. Whatever." She scoffed turning around as her family came to greet her and congratulate her.

"Okay but I'm going to be the godfather, right?" Ned questioned as he walked into the aisle where you and Peter stood, waiting for May and your family to come find you both.

"Of course." Peter countered with a frown. "Who else would be the godfather of our children? Not that we're having any because that's too much responsibility and I can barely take care of myself."

"You're right but I bet if the spell that Ms. Scarlet Witch didn't work, Flash would have loved to be the godfather." Ned joked with a small smirk playing on his lips.

To that, Peter groaned as you chuckled at his groaning. To another effect that Peter was grateful for the spell was that Flash didn't know he was Spider-Man because that was torture. Peter wasn't sure as well if the book Flash wrote about their "friendship" was erased or not, he would have to ask Wanda about that whenever she would come around. Perhaps soon because he invited her to the graduation as he heard as well what happened in West View and to her children.

You glanced around as you looked over your shoulder. You waved your hand around as you shouted, "over here!"

Peter turned around to see indeed, Wanda did come but she had a disguise on. A regular baseball cap and a hoodie over her head. To him, it wasn't the best disguise but he was grateful that she did come. "Wanda!" He beamed happily as Wanda walked up to him with a small smile. "I'm glad you could make it. I didn't know if you were coming or not."

"Well, you have been non-stop texting me about your graduation." Wanda countered with a small chuckle.

Your eyes widened gazing at Wanda herself as a smile widely played on your lips. "Oh! You came." You outstretched your arms and wrapped them around her neck. Leaning down against the shell of her ear, you whispered, "thank you for making this possible."

Wanda rubbed the middle of your back as she nodded. "You're welcome." She pulled away and turned to Peter, pulling him in for a hug as she whispered in his ear, "thank you for constantly checking up on me."

"Of course, you got me the life I wanted," Peter whispered back as he pulled away. "And thank you for picking out my suit for me."

"How could I not? You were spamming with video calls and wouldn't let me go for two hours." Wanda joked as she shook her head. Her eyes averted around the crowd with a nervous expression. "I must go but thank you for inviting me. Congratulations to the both of you."

"Are you sure you can't stay?" Peter frowned as his fingers interlaced with yours. His heart ached from the witch because everything he got was because of her. And he wanted to make sure she was okay. To make sure she was going to be okay without her children. "We're going to have a dinner over at MJ's house. You're more than welcome to come, Wanda."

A sad smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she shook her head. "Thank you but as long I'm around, people will get hurt. I'd rather not have another West View situation. Thank you again for inviting me."

You frowned as Wanda turned around and left, disappearing within the crowd. "I wished she stayed longer. She seems. . .so sad. Do you think she was imagining her children graduating?" You softly asked, lifting your head to look at Peter.

He shrugged as he gazed down back at you. "Maybe, I'll keep spamming her to make sure she's okay because it doesn't seem like anyone else is doing that for her."

You nodded encouragingly, you parted your lips to speak but you were interrupted as May came through along with Happy and Morgan. A camera resided in her hands as she smiled widely at the two of you. "Finally! God, it took us a while to find you both." May said with a deep sigh as she wiggled the camera in the air. "Get close you two, I want pictures."

"Awe, come on, May," Peter whined. "It's hot out here, can't we take pictures at MJ's house?"

May shook her head. "Nope, we're taking pictures here then at MJ's house. Now come on, you two. Hug each other." She gestured with two fingers.

Peter chuckled as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you in. His cheek rested against the side of your head as a big smile spread across his lips. You gazed at the camera happily, throwing a peace sign. But unknowingly, behind you were Ned and MJ making funny faces at the camera.

Peter Parker was lucky and he wanted his luck to go on longer as he had more planned for you.

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You stride across MJ's room as MJ laid on her bed watching you. You were fixing your dress, tugging at the hem of the blue velvet dress. You glanced in the mirror seeing a smirk tug on her lips. "What?" You nervously called out as you fixed the broken necklace that Peter gave you on the trip to London, that almost ended in a disaster —thanks to Mysterio.

"You barely dress up and you look sexy," MJ commented shamelessly. She was wearing a mid-thigh white dress with lacing on the bottom of the dress as she wore white high-top converses. Her hair was nicely done as it was straightened. "Are you dressing up because we graduated or. . .are you going to get some with Peter?"

"W. . .What?" You called out nervously as you gazed back at yourself in the mirror. The dress was shorter than you expected, May picked it out with your mother. You were surprised that they picked out a dress this revealing. The curve of the dress went between the valley of your breast as it hugged in the right spots of your curves; promptly showing your breast off perfectly.

Peter didn't see the dress as you had the graduation gown on zipped up all day, afraid of what he might say because he has never seen you wear something like this. And Michelle knew this, that's why she rolled her eyes, scoffing. "We know you're both not virgins because you told me that magical night in Venice. But, has anything else happen after that?"

"Uh, not really. I mean, we've done it multiple times after but it's. . .kind of vanilla?" You admitted, closing your eyes at the confession as you scratched the back of your head. "Don't get me wrong, I love making love with Peter but. . ."

"You want something more than that, right?" MJ conjured out your thoughts perfectly making you nod. She sighed, slinging her legs off the bed and walking over to you. Her taller frame peered over you as she grabbed a hairbrush and brushed your hair. "Have you ever talked to him about wanting more than vanilla sex?"

"It's come up like two weeks ago but that's when we were dealing with the whole Mysterio situation." You rambled, anxiously fiddling with your broken necklace as you sighed heavily. "But I didn't get this dress. May and my mom did."

MJ rose her eyebrows as she put down the brush, turning you around. "You're telling me they got you this dress?" You nodded. "May and your mom want you get some."

You scoffed, hitting her shoulder as she let out a small laugh. "Whatever. It's not like he's going to do anything with me during this party. It's a family party." You empathize with raised eyebrows. "And we're all spending the night here. The four of us here, Peter isn't going to make a move while we're here."

"God, I'd hope not because you're not having sex in my room." MJ scrunched her nose as she made a fake gagging sounds.

"Shut up." You pushed her shoulder as the two of you laughed.

"Girls! Come on down! The party is about to start!" May shouted from downstairs.

You sighed, looking back in the mirror again. You felt an arm loop through yours as you soothed out your dress one last time. Glancing back at MJ, she gave you a smirk to help ease your nerves. "If Peter doesn't do something, I will intervene." MJ joked as she walked you towards the door.

"Oh, yeah?" You deadpanned as you walked through with her. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll steal you away from Peter, simple." MJ shrugged jokingly and you let out a laugh, descending down the stairs with her. A newfound confidence because you never wore something this revealing around Peter and you weren't sure how he was going to react.

Peter narrowed his eyes at his drink along with Ned. His nose scrunched up at the smell as he got a whiff of it. Your mom sneakingly gave them alcohol as a congratulation for graduating. He wasn't too keen on drinking nor did he care for drinking. "I don't like alcohol," Peter commented, swirling the drink around.

"Oh, come on. We never tried it before." Ned replied, bringing the drink closer to his mouth as he hesitated to take a drink. His lips parted as Peter stared with rose eyebrows, watching Ned take a sip. And immediately, Ned started coughing up as his eyes squinted from the taste. "Nope, never mind. Don't try it."

Peter smiled as he shook his head. "Where's MJ and [Name]? They're taking a while up there."

"They're right there. . ." Ned trailed off as his eyes widened.

"What?" Peter jerked his head in the direction where Ned was looking at. His hands almost lost their grip on his cup as his eyes widened. His eyes lingered on you as you stopped with MJ at the doorframe, talking with her. He noticed your cheeks blushing, the curve of your body as the blue velvet dress hugging your body. The curving of the dress between your breast, cupping them perfectly.

Peter saw the broken necklace hanging between the valley of your breast. The dress went above mid-thigh and the plump of your thighs was shown off beautifully. His Adam's apple bobbed as he quickly brought the cup of alcohol to his lips and drank most of it in one gulp. He narrowed his eyes as he started coughing from the burning sensation as it hit his throat.

You turned your head towards his direction with nervousness but worried. "Are you okay?" You said, letting go of MJ's arm as you made your way to Peter.

Peter gave you a thumb's up as he kept nodding, coughing out his lungs as his pale cheeks turned red. "That's. . ." He coughed again, hitting his chest. "A pretty dress. You-You, look nice, yeah. Yeah. . ."

MJ rolled her eyes from beside you as she crossed her arms. "Nice? She looks sexy."

Peter frown. "Hey, I'm only allowed to call her that."

MJ gave him a blank expression. "Then why didn't you call her that, then?"

Peter stays silent as he parted his lips to say something but the noise came out as his eyes lingered to yours. His eyes trailed down to stare at your breast, momentarily. "You. . .you look. . .sexy." He grimaced at his words, shaking his head.

"Yeah, nice one." Ned snorted, bringing the red cup to his lips, needing a drink for the second-hand embarrassment.

Disappoint filled your eyes for a moment. A brief moment but it was enough for Peter to catch that disappointment. You wanted him to admit that you looked sexy in your dress but you knew he was shy. There was nothing you could do about how shy Peter Parker was.

"Thank you, Peter." You leaned close to his face and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to greet people, I'll be back."

Giving him one last glance, then a glance at MJ, you walked away without saying a word. MJ had her arms crossed, shaking her head as she sighed heavily. "Really, dude?"

"What?" Peter questioned, his pale cheeks still burning as his eyes lingered on your plump ass, watching you disappear into the kitchen. "What did I do?"

"Duh-Duh, y-you l-look s-sexy." MJ mocked with deadpanned eyes. "Seriously? You couldn't do it without stuttering? You're Spider-Man yet you don't have a single ounce of confidence in your weird bones."

"Hey, yes I do." Peter glared at her, huffing as he brought his cup near his mouth again. "Of course I do, it's just weird to say she looks. . .sexy in front of you guys."

"But she did look hot, dude," Ned commented with a shrug.

"Dude," Peter warned, glaring at him. "Don't say that about my girlfriend."

"Sorry, she looks hot platonically," Ned replied sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink. He scrunched his nose up and handed the drink to Peter. "You're going to need this because it's going to be a very long day. And you won't find the time to get in her dress."

    Peter grumbled as MJ agreed with Ned and he took the drink out of Ned's hand. And he indeed, started drinking the alcohol. He scrunched his nose at the taste but he took in the taste because he couldn't be at the party sober without the lingering thought of fucking you against the table.

    Peter wasn't sure how many drinks he chugged down. He lost count after the fifth cup, he knew his tolerance from his spider abilities would subdue the alcohol but for that very reason; he drank a lot. His eyes would wander to yours as MJ's parents tried to talk to him about MIT. His leg shook from nerves as he rested a pillow on top of his lap.

    The strain underneath his black slacks grew uncomfortable. Peter couldn't help but to gaze at your plump ass. The blue velvet fabric hugged perfectly around your ass and for that, he decided that blue velvet was his favorite color. But he couldn't stop the memory of disappointment flickering in your eyes when he awkwardly called you sexy.

    Peter knew he wasn't the best at compliments like that. Especially calling you sexy or hot; that was never his thing but hearing Ned call you that "platonically" made something stir in him. He remembered something two weeks ago where you asked him about what he thought about spicing it up in the bedroom but he was so caught up in the Mysterio business and the pressure of stress that he shrugged it off.

    Peter, of course, thought about spicing up sexual acts in the bedroom. Of course, he thought about fucking you on a roof, letting the city of New York hear his girlfriend screaming out his name. For everyone to know that you belong to Spider-Man.

    To see his webs, crafted around your wrist. Pinning you against the headboard as his cock was inside of you deeply. To see tears fall from your pretty eyes as you sobbed his name, cock drunken for more. To see his costume on you as he fucks you from behind.

    There were too many fantasies that Peter wanted with you. But the most prominent one had to be to see you in lingerie with thigh-high stockings with a cute little red bow at the top. How often he would fantasize about that very image in his mind. Peter wanted that, desperately he did.

    "So, Peter." MJ's dad called out with a head tilt, catching Peter's attention again as Peter had trouble looking away from you. "What are you going to study?"

    "Awe, there are too many subjects I would love to major in." Peter began with a huge smile as he hugged the pillow closer to his lap, ignoring how his cock kept tightening. He really needed to stop glancing over at you. "Like-Like, uh. . .physics, chemistry, engineering but mainly, I think it would fall on biophysics. Maybe I'll be a double major if I get a high enough scholarship."

    "I heard the Stark Scholarship can fund whatever major you want but they only pick ten people to fund."

    Peter tried to ignore the ache in his heart hearing about Tony. It had been months since his death but sometimes; his nightmares would constantly show Tony. The major guilt he felt tremendously weighed on him but he was thankful for Tony as well because Tony allowed him to live this life. To be with you. And to go to college.

    "I know. We're all trying to get into the scholarship program with our invention." Peter warmly smiled as he talked about it. But once again the conversation fell on death's ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you dropped something that your mother was trying to hand you. You bent down and your ass got rounder, on full display to Peter's view.

    Peter thickly swallowed and felt his cock twitch underneath his pants. He couldn't handle not being able to do anything at all anymore. He brought the rim of the red cup to his lips and drank the contents quickly. The tenth drink of alcohol tonight and he was definitely starting to feel something.

    His mind began to become hazy as his fingers drummed against the cup; almost completely ignoring MJ's dad as he talked about the great opportunities of the Stark Scholarship. A weird, drunken feeling washed over Peter as he watched you excuse yourself from your mother and May.

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones but I'm going to get another drink real quick." Peter apologized, quickly standing up and turning away from Michelle's dad before he saw his boner. Peter grew restless as his mind could only think of one thing, you, as he made his way to the kitchen hoping no one else was in there.

    You shuffled through the kitchen making sure the food was ready and that the dishes of food that your mother made were good enough to serve. Being alone in the kitchen, you took a quick breather as you leaned against the island that was in the middle of the grey kitchen.

    Bending over the island, your arms rested against the counter as you leaned your forehead against your forearms. Taking a quick breather, you didn't hear the door open as you relax for a moment. You were getting tired of family members from your friend's side asking you about the amazing invention you were going to turn in to get into the Stark Scholarship.

    Trying to relax, you heard shuffling behind you. And, hands firmly on your ass. You gasped, quickly standing up to turn around to see who it was but the anxiety within you grew calm as you saw Peter cheekily gazing at you. "Peter." You let out a laugh, hitting his arm. "You scared me."

    "Why? Were you expecting someone else to touch that great ass of yours?" Peter questioned, his tone slightly slurred. A faint blush spread across your cheeks as you gazed at him curiously. Before you could say anything, his thumb brushed against the bottom of your lips.

    A chill went through your body as Peter's eyes bore onto you, half-lidded. With his other hand, it rested firmly against your outer thigh as he closed the gap between the two of you. His slightly taller presence made you shiver as his curls fell over his forehead messily. He forced your head to tilt up as he continued to graze the padding of his thumb against the fresh painted dark red plump of your lips.

    Slick coated your panties as the hand on your thigh begin to rub languidly, slowly snaking its way to your inner thigh. "God, I can't get enough of you," Peter whispered, his eyes burning with drunken desire as his tongue swiped the bottom of his lips. "I just want to fuck you right here where everyone at this graduation party can hear you scream my name —Spider-Man's name."

    Getting a good whiff of his breath for a moment, you smelt alcohol on his breath. Which surprised you because Peter wrote an essay about teens drinking alcohol was a huge problem in society but, here he was possibly drunk. You weren't sure how much he drank but you did notice he went through his red cups within forty minutes after you greeted him. "Are. . .Are you drunk?"

    "I didn't drink enough to get drunk," Peter replied as his thumb massaged near your pussy, just on the inner thigh. But the soft touch of the padding of his thumb, grazing your aching cunt teasingly was enough to almost send you over the edge and agree for him to take you right there in the kitchen. But you didn't want Ned's Lola to walk in and be scarred for life.

    "Are you sure? Because you're being overly confident and saying sexual stuff which; you've never done before." You whispered, trying to contain a whimper as his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. The newfound sensation of the thought of your boyfriend fucking you where anyone could walk in was beginning to excite you as your cunt dripped with slick.

    "What? I can't compliment what's mine?" Peter murmured as he added pressure against your clit. You shut your mouth tightly as you contained a moan. "Don't be shy, baby. I want to hear your moans." He encourages softly.

    This Peter was something new, exciting. It completely caught you off guard as Peter gently massaged your clothed clit. You always wanted to spice things up with him sexually but this was abrupt and new, what caused this behavior? The answer was simple. The fucking dress you were wearing.

    "God, that dress you're wearing." Peter leaned in closer as he held your face firmly in his other hand, bringing your face closer. "I could fuck you in that dress every day. I could get drunk just by the taste of your pussy, by the feel of it as well. I can feel you drenching underneath my fingers. You wanted this, didn't you?"

    You let out a small moan, nodding. But you heard a noise outside of the door causing you to jolt. "Peter, we have to stop." You said but his thumb did not indicate that he was stopping as he only replied with a faster motion causing your hips to buck against his touch. "Someone might walk in, Peter."

    "I have the sixth sense. It will tell me if someone is coming." Peter replied nonchalantly as his brown eyes bore into yours. "You asked for this? Why are you so worried if someone saw? They will know that you're mine once they see how much of a whore you are for me."

    "P. . .Peter." You cried out, shaking your head. This was a side of Peter that you wanted to see. The sexual side where he wasn't afraid to call you a whore or a slut. To make you feel good by whispering sexual praises to you or degrading you. All of this was too much, especially since he wore a black suit with a red tie, hanging around his neck. The black blazer that went over the white long-sleeve collar and his black slacks.

    You could imagine ruining his black slacks with your cum as you ride his thigh. There were too many fantasies you had about Peter that you were shy to say aloud. There wasn't enough time to tell him your fantasies as finals were around, the Mysterio situation, the spell situation, and his Spider-Man duties.

    But at this moment, it felt like there was enough time to finally enjoy what you've been asking for. But at the cost of someone walking in was too high of a price. "C-Can't we do this later?" You whined, unintentionally spreading your legs a bit farther as his thumb continued to massage your clit. While you grabbed the edge of the counter and grabbed his tie, to hold yourself steady because you believed if you didn't hold onto anything, you would fall.

    "It seems like you're enjoying this too much to care to do it later." Peter smugly replied as his other thumb slid in your mouth trying to muffle your moans. "Ssh, as much I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name. And to hear how much a whore you're being in here, you are right. We can't let anyone know of our little secret going on in here, okay?"

    You nodded, sucking on his thumb as you moaned against it. "Good girl," Peter muttered with a smirk. His thumb brushed against your clit in the right places as his eyes bore onto you. The way you tried your best to keep your lips seal around his thumb as he felt the moans vibrate against his thumb. The way your chest heaved trying to inhale through your nose. The way your thighs shook around his hand as he quicken his pace of massaging your clit.

    Peter was in heaven. The hazy feeling from the alcohol clouded his vision, he would have never done this sober but he was glad the alcohol gave him the courage to finally do something like this. "I can't wait to fuck you and feel your pussy around my dick." Peter commented with a dazed smile.

    You stared at him with half-lidded eyes, swiping your tongue around the padding of his thumb. He simply groaned at the taste of your saliva imagining his cock being sucked off by that precious tongue of yours that he loved. A pressure built up in your stomach as your thighs shook violently, you were almost to your euphoric release; at the edge of the premise to that sweet relief but Peter quickly pulled his thumb away and stepped away from you.

    You furrowed your brows in frustration as you glared at him. "Peter, what the fuck-"

    Peter pressed his finger to his lip as he grabbed a cup and began pouring himself some soda. You gazed at him confused but you heard the door creak open. You tried to contain the flush that paled on your cheeks as you turned around to see who it was.

    May peeked her head in as she glanced at the two of you. "What are you two doing in here? The dinner is about to start."

    "I was checking on the food and Peter decided to help me get the stuff out of the oven." You quickly replied trying to hide the crack in your voice and from the corner of your eye, you saw Peter smirk into his cup as he stared innocently at May. "Is it time to bring the food out?"

    You could hear Peter softly snicker into his cup. With your right foot, you stopped on his foot. He yelped at the pain and shot you a glare. May furrowed her brows in confusion at his sudden cry of pain but she ignored it, giving you a soft smile. "Yeah, bring the food out. And Peter?" Peter hummed. "Fix your tie, it's ruffled."

    May left with one quick pointing glance at Peter's tie as she pulled her head back, leaving the door closed. You let out a sigh in relief as you hit his shoulder harshly. He rubbed his arm, frowning. "Ow, what was that for?"

    "For having quick reflexes, you sure don't know how to catch yourself from not getting punched."

    "My quick reflexes didn't get us caught." Peter countered with an arched eyebrow as he set aside his red cup near the sink. "Did you want May to walk in with my dick down your throat?"

    "It wasn't down my throat in the first place." You retorted, trying to fix yourself to look presentable and decent. Making sure you looked okay, you grabbed the food to take it out to the dining table.

    "Perhaps not, but you wanted my dick in your mouth, didn't you?" Peter commented with a head tilt. You froze, trying to look over at him because what he had said was ultimately true. You wanted his cock in your mouth but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

    "Just help me with the food." You muttered, walking towards the door as you heard Peter's chuckles echo through the kitchen. And you left with an ache between your legs as your panties were completely soaked with slick, thanks to Peter.

Your fingers drummed against the dining table as you shuffled around in your seat. Of course, the Jones placed a seating chart and the person you had to sit next to was Peter who was too eager about it. You saw him sipping on another drink, you just hoped it wasn't more alcohol. He drank through too many cups and now, he was acting completely unhinged.

    You were at least thankful that MJ sat next to but she was drawing out the party. She said she wanted to remember the night of graduation, capturing everyone in their true state when they're joyous. You sincerely hoped Peter didn't try anything when MJ would try to draw you.

    Continuing through the dinner normally, you were talking to MJ about the invention for the Stark Scholarship contest that was due in the middle of July when all of a sudden, you felt a hand firmly on your thigh.

    You cleared your throat, glancing to the right side to look at Peter with a warning glare but he was faced towards Neds, talking excitingly about the new Lego set. Apparently, Ned's Lola bought him a new Star Wars set on the Rise of Skywalker.

    You knew that Peter could feel you staring at him. He just gave your inner thigh a rub as if he were saying act normal. You grumbled under your breath as you looked back at MJ who was sketching away. "Have you begun your invention?" You questioned thickly trying to not think about Peter's hand on you.

    "I sketched it out like a month ago then I began building it like two weeks ago." MJ shrugged as she glanced at you. "Did you start?"

    "I did. I did the mechanics on my invention but I think the wiring might be off-" You stopped talking feeling Peter's hand roam up your thigh, dangerously closing your soaked clothed pussy. You sucked in a breath as you gripped your fingers around your for. "Uh," you cleared your throat. "I think I need help with the wiring. The invention won't turn on because of that."

    "Can't you ask Scott Lang? Didn't he have a degree in Electrical Engineering?" MJ questioned thoughtfully with a head tilt.

    "How do you know that?" You asked with furrowed brows. Peter's thumb simply grazed your clit causing your thighs to tense from the simple gesture. He truly knew how to make your body burn with desire, wanting more with just his simple touches.

    "His podcast? Big Me Little Me. He talks about it with his friend, Luis." MJ commented with a half-shrug. "I'm sure Peter can introduce you to him."

    You nodded trying not to say anything as Peter's thumb began to massage your clothed clit again. You clenched your thighs together but he patted your clothed cunt, telling you to open your legs with just a simple hand gesture. Sighing through your nose, you opened your legs and allowed Peter to push aside the clothed fabric.

    You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cool air hit against your coated cunt. His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and immediately rubbed against it, side-to-side in a languid manner. You closed your eyes in contentment, feeling his thumb back against your clit. Everything seemed to echo out as you dove into the pleasure of feeling his thumb.

    A small whimper escaped your mouth. You quickly closed it but of course, someone heard it escape you. "Are you okay?" May questioned from across the table.

    You opened your eyes and nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm just h-happy to be here. Too much. . .excitement." You wanted to grimace but instead, you gave May a small smile. A soft chuckle left Peter's mouth as he continued his circular motion of massaging. "I'm just. . .excited for MIT."

    "Oh, yeah? What are you excited about?"

    You couldn't talk while your pussy was getting fingered. You even gave Peter a pleading glance but never once, he turn your way as he talked away with Ned about any new Star Wars content coming out. A frustrated huff left your lips.

    Peter wasn't going to slow down in his moments and you were going to have to talk to May while he fingered you underneath the table. There wasn't another choice out of this and you weren't sure if you cared about there being another choice. His thumb massaged you in the right places where you felt that pressure built up again.

    You tried your best to not stutter throughout the conversation about MIT but it was hard not to as you tried not to get drunk in the pleasure of his thumb. To not be excited that you were getting fingered in front of everyone and they didn't know. To not be excited that Peter was being more confident as his thumb circled around your clit at a fast pace. You wanted his dick badly inside of you.

    You wanted to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock as he went deep inside of you. As he pulled your hair back to whisper against the shell of your ear about how much he was enjoying your pussy. All you wanted was to feel him inside of you.

    Your skin flushed as it warmed from the built-up pleasure from your fantasies and from the work of his thumb. You couldn't handle the thought of cumming in front of everyone, though. That felt private between you and Peter only, and you weren't going to cum in front of family members and your best friends.

    Quickly standing up, you saw Peter's hand fall down on the side as he glanced up towards you. "I'll be back." You said no one in particular as you walked away, practically running to the restroom.

You rushed inside of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced towards the mirror. You walked to the sink and stared at the mirror. The flush was evident on your cheeks. You thought you looked messy but no, you looked perfect. Perhaps that's why no one suspected anything but still, the lingering thoughts of Peter's fingers on you.

    His sexual words murmur in your ears. The overconfidence he was bearing on his shoulder was too much for you to handle. And you had a feeling that this was just the start of it. Running your fingers through your hair softly, you let out a sigh. Alone with your thoughts momentarily, the bathroom door opened.

    You jumped slightly back from the sudden intrusion but you calmed down seeing Peter enter the bathroom. "Peter? What the hell." You whispered loudly watching him close the door and lock it behind him. "What do you think you're doing? We could have got caught again."

    "No one noticed." Peter merely shrugged as he stepped closer to you. His hands cupped your face as his eyes trailed along your flushed face. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the thrill of getting fingered in front of everyone."

    You stayed silent but the look in your eyes was all the confirmation that Peter needed to understand that you did like it. That you enjoyed it with every fiber of your being. You sighed, leaning against his hands. "I did." You muttered.

    Peter smiled widely. "Then let's continue where we started since we're alone." His hands roamed down to your waist, tightly squeezing as he hoists you up against the sink effortlessly. His hands glided against the fabric of the dress, down to your outer thighs. A shiver chilled your bones as Peter lowered his head down to yours, heatedly kissing your lips.

    Peter's nose bumped against yours as he gripped the flesh of your thighs, roughly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer while you scooted to the edge of the sink. Rutting your hips against his, he let out a groan. "I don't know why I didn't try this sooner." Peter murmur against your puffy lips.

    You opened your eyes to gaze at Peter. The alcohol gave him a newfound confidence but it seemed like he's been wanting this for a long time. You ran your fingers through his hair as your eyes filled with half-lidded lust and adoration. Faint voices and music from the dinner party seemed to fade. All you could see was Peter and you were lucky to have him standing in front of you.

    You were eternally grateful for Wanda being able to do the spell. And for Peter to be able to have this life with you. Perhaps in another universe, you forgot him or he lost you due to the Mysterio situation but in this universe, here he was in front of you. And here you were in front of him. You had all the time in the world with him now, nothing could come between that anymore.

    "I love you."

    Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he shyly smiled. "I love you too."

    There was a moment of silence but then, his lips met back to yours greedily as his hips rutted against yours. His cock strained against his black slacks but you could feel the twitch underneath you as you spread your legs more. His lips left yours as he began kissing against your jawline, down against the underside of your neck.

    A soft moan escaped your lips as Peter's tongue glided over a sensitive spot. You tilted your head, allowing him to gain better access. His teeth scraped the sensitive spot as he started to suck. "Wait, Peter. People will see." You panic trying to move your body away from his lips but he held you firmly in place. Sometimes, you hated his super strength. "Please." You whined feeling his lips languidly suck against the supple of your skin.

    "Don't worry, I got it under control," Peter muttered against your skin as he sucked along your neck lightly. Moans escaped your parted lips as you shut your eyes in contentment. You couldn't focus on anything else besides his warm lips against your skin, his hands massaging your thighs as they slowly made their way to your inner thighs.

    Slick coated your ruined panties as he pulled away. His eyes dilated, gazing at his work. There were little pink hues of markings along your delicate skin, nothing too much where people would freak out over. You could cover it up with makeup. "Peter." The velvet silk coated through your voice as you opened your eyes half-lidded.

    A stare that you always gave Peter and a stare that he loved each time he made love to you. But this stare was prominent hunger of desire for you to be ruined. God, how you wanted to be ruined by Peter Parker. "What is it, baby?" Peter questioned, bringing one of his hands and cupping your chin with his thumb and index finger. "What is it that you need? And don't be shy to tell me."

    "Please, I need you." You whimpered, shamelessly rutting your clothed cunt against his clothed cock. He could feel the wetness of your cunt slightly coat his black slacks.

    Peter felt an insatiable hunger feeling your slick ruin his black slacks. "How do you need me? Just tell me and I will give you what you need." His thumb grazed your bottom lip as he waited for your instructions.

    "I need your mouth on me. All over me. I want to cum on your mouth." You begged, tugging at the ends of his brown curls causing him to groan. "Please, Peter."

    "I'll give you what you need, baby. Consider this an early graduation present because I have more for you later." Peter replied, kneeling down against the cool tile. His hands found their way back against your inner thighs as he spread open your legs. His senses were high, keeping him alerted just in case someone would try to come into the bathroom. He hoped his senses would work because his mind was going somewhere else gazing at your ruined panties.

    "Is this all for me?" Peter commented, gazing up at you with a small smirk. You nodded, feeling shy as if you were a virgin all over again and he was seeing your wetness for the first time again. "Don't be shy on me, baby. I've seen that pretty pussy of yours a thousand times and I'm addicted to it."

    "I could say the same thing about your dick." You commented, feeling his warm breath fan against your clothed cunt. The vibrations of chuckles were near your clothed cunt causing you to whimper.

    "Well, after tonight, we will see if you mean your words." Peter flattened his tongue against your clothed cunt causing you to moan but not be fully satisfied from not being able to feel his tongue.

    "Peter, please." You whimpered, wiggling your hips against his tongue. "I need you."

    "Okay, okay. Such a needy girl." Peter muttered, hooking his finger against the side of your panties and pulling them to the side. Your puffy clit was fully displayed to him as slick glistened your cunt. He shamelessly licked his lips gazing at your pussy. The alcohol side effects were still there but he was drunk in love with how wet you were. "I can't believe this is all mine."

    Peter's tongue flatten against the wetness and glided his tongue around the entrance of your pussy. The taste was captured by his tongue and you let out a moan, throwing your head back as your walls fluttered against his tongue. He moaned against your pussy causing you to shiver from the vibrations. He lifted your thighs and hooked your legs on top of his shoulders, gaining better access to your aching pussy.

    His fingers roamed to the entrance of your pussy as his tongue glided up to your clit and lapped his tongue around in a circular motion. He could feel your cunt trying to take his fingers in. He rose his eyebrows at this, glancing up at you but you were drunk in your own pleasure. He smiled at your state, watching your chest heave above him and he slide two fingers in your aching cunt.

    Drool dribbled down the corner of his lips as he suddenly spat against your cunt. Your hips jolted against the sudden action. Series of moans escaped your parted lips while your fingers ran through his brown curls messily, tugging at the ends of them. His eyes were staring at you half-lidded in a daze.

    His fingers rapidly went in and out of you as he curled his fingers. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air causing your cheeks to burn. Peter loved when you were shy because of how you would constantly hide your face but this time, you showed your shyness to him. It was a vulnerable moment for you that was only reserved for Peter.

    Meek whimpers filled the air as his tongue continued to lash side to side. Your hips grind against his mouth as his fingers pumped your quivering cunt, curling his fingers with the roll of his wrist. Peter was too enthralled by your moans that he ignored his sixth sense warning him about upcoming danger and that danger was potentially someone finding out what's going on in the bathroom.

    Faint voices were prominently louder outside the bathroom door as the voices of Ned and MJ were outside. Your body tense as you glanced back at Peter, the look in his eyes indicated that he wasn't going to stop as he stared at you half-lidded. A knock erupted through the air causing your eyes to widen.

    "[Name], are you okay in there? It's been over ten minutes." Ned called out.

    "My parents wanted to know what your invention is and keeps bugging me to find you," MJ commented sarcastically.

    "Answer them," Peter said, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers. You were indicating that you wanted to keep going as well. But you knew that Peter wouldn't let you go anywhere and would continue to eat you out.

    "I'm. . .fine. My stomach. . .hurts." You grimaced at your reply, trying not to solely focus on Peter's tongue lapping around your clit as the burning sensation of pressure built up in your stomach.

    "Do you need anything? My Lola makes a great tea that helps with stomach pains." Ned replied sweetly. You would have gone out there and hugged your precious friend but his best friend was here, eating you out as if you were going to slip through his fingers. And you were in desperate need of cumming.

    "N-no. I'm fine."

    "Hey, do you know where Peter is at? We haven't seen him either." Ned said, confusion laced in his voice. "He better not be out patrolling on our graduation night. He promised that he would take the night off."

    Well, Peter was here with his eyes closed, focusing on making you cum. Either not if they were outside that door or not, he was going to make you cum. The feel of your thighs shaking as your walls fluttered rapidly around his fingers, while he was helping you milk to your release, you definitely knew where Peter was at. In his own pussy heaven.

    "N-No. I haven't seen him!" You squeaked out.

    "Are you sure?" MJ commented suspiciously.

    "Uh-huh!" You could feel Peter's chuckles vibrate against your pussy. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you tried to contain your moans as the coil in the pit of your stomach was soon about to snap. You prayed that MJ and Ned would leave quickly but instead you heard distant muffling.

    "Well, come out soon," MJ said.

    Before you could reply, your walls clamped around Peter's fingers as you threw your hands against your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped your lips. Your legs shuttered around his shoulders as you felt the sweet sense of release wash over you.

    Panting against your hand, you forgot to reply to MJ as you heard rattling on the bathroom door. Now, Peter grew concerned as he glanced at the door and at you. "Just open up, I've seen you naked before," MJ said, fiddling with the door knob.

    "Hide." You whispered, jerking your head towards the bathroom.

    "They've known we've done stuff before," Peter whispered back loudly as he stood up with wide eyes. "What does it matter if they find us together?"

    "Because Ned will be loud about it and everyone will come to see what the commotion is and everyone will know." You whispered back, jumping off the counter and pushing him towards the shower. "Now, get in there or you won't get anything else tonight."

    "You're mean." Peter's lips curled into a pout.

    "[Name], open up!" MJ pounded against the door. You pushed Peter quickly yet quietly into the bathtub, shutting the curtains behind him. You flushed the toilet, pretending as if you just used and, using the sink to wash your hands. Finally, you opened the door as MJ has her arms crossed with narrowed eyes and Ned had rose eyebrows. "What took you long?"

    "Can't I take a shit in peace without you banging on the door?" You commented, holding the door close to your body just in case Peter tried to peek his head out of the curtains.

    "You barely ate anything today. I know because you've been sleeping over at my house for the past week. Sooo, what were you really doing in here?" MJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she glanced behind you.

    Trying to think of a lie, you fake sniffled. "I. . .I didn't finish my invention for the Stark Scholarship so I didn't want to be asked about it again. The pressure of everyone wondering what great design I had when I haven't started." That was a complete lie because you were almost finished.

    "Wait, I thought you said you needed help with the wiring?" MJ questioned, confused.

    You tried to hold back your grimace. "Well, I drew out the design and I knew that I'm not good with electrical engineering." You replied smoothly.

    MJ stayed silent, studying you. You knew she always caught you in a lie, you just hope this lie was just convincing enough for her to not barge in the bathroom. "Right, okay. . ." She trailed off, glancing at Ned who just shrugged.

    "Well, let's just go sit in the living room," Ned suggested, pulling on your arm and walking you to the living room. Glancing back at the door, you knew Peter would eventually come out and you just hope no one would be suspicious.

Sitting with Ned and MJ for a few minutes, Peter came finally as he sat next to Ned. The other two were asking him questions about where he was at but he said he was outside on a phone call with Pepper who was congratulating him. You tried to act like everything was cool and nothing had happened ten minutes ago but the faint look in Peter's eyes as he glanced over to you was enough to send you over the edge as flashbacks flooded your mind.

    His hot mouth against your pussy, his fingers curling inside of you hitting the right places. His half-lidded gaze staring at you as if you were the only person in the universe, yes, it was hard to concentrate on the conversation at hand when those flashbacks lingered in your mind.

��   "Oh, Peter." Ned suddenly called out causing Peter's eyes to tear away from yours as he lazily looked at Ned. "Did you give [Name] her gift yet?"

    "Gift?" You questioned confused. You got MJ, Ned, and Peter a gift but there was no indication that Peter was going to give you a gift. He never hinted at anything like that. The cheeky Spiderboy just merely shrugged as a soft smile spread on his lips.

    "Well, yeah. I knew you were getting us all a gift so. . .I got you something." Peter replied, nonchalantly.

    "Do you know what he got me?" You questioned, directing your question to Ned who shrugged. "You weren't there when he got me the gift?"

    "No, we did go to the mall together but we parted way because I got you all gifts as well," Ned said, scratching his cheek. "Was I supposed to see?"

    "No, you weren't," Peter replied. His tone almost held shyness but he quickly covered it up with a cough.

    "Why don't you go show her this mysterious gift before the family movie starts? A fair warning though, my dad is picking tonight and it might be a boring cop movie." MJ commented as she lazily laid on against the sofa with a shrug. "It's better to show her now than later because we might be up all night watching boring cop movies."

    "Uh. . ." Peter hesitated for a moment, took in a deep breath then nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." He stood up, outstretching his hand in your direction. "Ready, malady?"

    You rolled your eyes as you grasp his hand. Peter walked you up the stairs and stopped at a door. The room behind the door was MJ's older sister's room but since she moved out months ago, the Jones took that liberty and made it to your own room since you're always spending the night with them.

    Due to your mom's work, she wanted you to stay with them when she was gone. With that, Peter opened the door. You walked in with him, seeing a present resting near the edge of your bed. You rose an eyebrow at this. "Okay, this gift is something I've been wanting to get you forever. It's. . .different so can you close your eyes when you open the present?" Peter asked, reverting back to his normal shy self again. "It's a surprise gift, sweetheart."

    The alcohol must have left his system but you did notice he had another red cup in his hand when you were sitting in the living with MJ and Ned. You weren't sure if it had alcohol in it this time. "How can I open my gift with my eyes closed?" You questioned with a deadpanned tone.

    "Mr. Murdock could do things without sight because he's blind." Peter countered with a pointed look. His eyes filled with desperation. "Please, just close your eyes."

    You sighed, nodding. "Fine." Closing your eyes, you stepped closer to the bed, waving your hands around to feel the present. The top of the present hit against your fingers, getting a better grip on the present; you curled your fingers around the top and opened the lid.

    Setting aside the lid, your hands roamed inside the present. The padding of your fingers touched against a fabric. You furrowed your brows as you grasp the fabric and held it up. "Open your eyes." Peter softly commanded.

    You fluttered your eyes open. You gasped seeing the fabric in front of you. A white one-piece lingerie outfit, and intricate lacing were embedded on the one piece. "There's more in the box," Peter muttered, gesturing his hand to the box.

    You glanced inside of the box and grabbed two other fabric pieces, raising them in the air as well. Thigh-high stockings with a cute red bow on the top. "This. . .Peter." You said breathlessly with a faint tint on your cheeks. Turning around towards him, you noticed the straining in his pants yet again. Once again, insatiable hunger lingered in his dark brown eyes as he gazed at the lingerie in your hands.

    "Do you like it?" Peter questioned.

    "Yes. . .how did you know I wanted. . .something like this?" You thickly said, biting the bottom of your lip.

    "The conversation two weeks ago," Peter replied with a shrug. "You told me that you wanted to spice up things in the bedroom and I couldn't agree more. I thought about. . ." He gestured his hand towards the white lingerie. "This for a while. If I knew blue velvet was your color, I would have got that color instead."

    You chuckled softly as you gazed at Peter. "Thank you." There was an unruly silence, you could feel your pussy pulsate again at the thought of Peter fucking you in this lingerie. The teasing throughout the day was enough for you to want him to fuck you right now and you were sure he had the same thoughts as his eyes dilated with lust. "Do you think they'll notice us gone for forty minutes?"

    "Sweetheart, I can have you screaming under that time," Peter commented with raised eyebrows as he stepped closer to you. His hands found their way on your waist again, gripping the fabric of your dress in his hands as he gazed down at you. "Nobody will miss us during movie time."

    "Peter. . .is that the alcohol talking or you?" You questioned softly, tilting your head at him as you hugged the lingerie close to your body.

    "It's me. It's always me talking to you." Peter replied, rubbing his thumb in soft circles around your waist. "I wanted to fuck you since I first saw you walking in with that dress you have on. The thought of fucking you in that dress was the only thing I could think of but now, fucking you in that lingerie is all that I can think of."

    "Then, let me get change, Spider-Man." You purred, stepping away from him. "Close your eyes and wait for me."

    Peter groaned but he felt his cock twitch from the purring sound of you calling him Spider-Man. "Do I have to?"

    "Yes unless you want to wait until tomorrow to fuck me in this."

    "No, I don't," Peter grumbled, walking away from you and turning around away from you as he closed his eyes.

    Waiting for a few minutes, Peter got anxious to see what you looked like in your lingerie. His foot tapped against the wooden ground as he threw his head back, groaning impatiently. "Are you done yet?"

    You hummed thoughtfully as you soothed out the lingerie. A flush spread across your cheeks feeling the intricate lacing underneath your fingertips. This was something you had never worn before but yet, you did feel attractive in it. "I'm done."

    Peter jumped on the balls of his feet, he turned around and his eyes dilated at the sight. The white lingerie hugged your curves in the right places as the thigh-high stockings were tight around your legs, stopping mid-thigh. Your breast were pushed together as the curving of your ass was plump.

    His jaw dropped at the sight, suddenly forgetting that there was a party going on downstairs below. "You look hot," Peter commented, his pale cheeks blushing as his eyes shamelessly roamed around your figure as you fully turned towards him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "Don't be shy baby. You look gorgeous."

    "What if someone tries to walk in on us again?" You questioned.

    Peter thought about it for a solution. He outstretched his arm towards the door and pressed the button along his wrist. Webs flew out and latched against the doorframe, securely tight as he shot out two more webs to hold the door closed. "No one can get through that."

You shook your head at him as you smiled at him. "So, what now, Mr. Parker?" You teasingly questioned, tilting your head at him. "You have me alone. What are you going to do about it?"

    "Well. . ." Peter started, taking out his phone. He walked over to the black desk and propped the phone on there. The front of the phone was facing towards a wall as the camera was out. "This is our graduation night. I want it to be special and I want to remember this night."

    "You. . .want to record us fucking?" You questioned with wide eyes.

    "Yeah. . .is that okay?" Peter questioned with the bite of his lips.

    The idea of recording having sex with Peter never crossed your mind but the sudden idea of him going back to watch it. His hands pumping his cock as he watches the footage. Moaning out your name as he watches the homemade porn video. An ache formed in your pussy as you grew wet with the idea.

    You nodded. "I want you to send it to me after we're done."

    Peter smiled widely as he set up the camera better. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him. With a quick stride, he was in front of you again. Before you could react, his lips found yours once again. His nose messily bumped against yours as his hands were on your waist. He squeezed roughly as he turned you around, walking you back towards the wall.

    His hands roamed up against your body as the padding of his fingers glided against your arms. His fingers curled around your wrist as your back hit against the wall. He raised your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall as he rutted his hips against yours. A soft moan escaped your lips feeling his clothed cock grind against your clothed cunt.

    "Peter." You whined out as he bit the bottom of your lip. Suddenly, you felt a web pin you against the wall and his fingers left your body. You let out a meek whimper from the sudden lost of contact but you glanced up. You tried to wiggle your wrist around but you were trapped by his webs.

    Peter never used his webs during sex before. Your arms were outstretched above your head and you could feel the blood rushing down. This new position, being helpless against the wall was something you never experienced before. Peter took a step back to gaze at the position in front of him.

    His eyes glanced towards the phone to see your full body view on the screen. A small smirk formed on his lips. "It's not fair that you get to see me like this but you're still in clothes." You curled your lips into a pout. "Can you take your clothes off for me, please?"

    How could Peter say no to that face? The lust filled half-lidded daze you gave him was something you could never say no to. "As you wish." He loosens his tie, pulling it off with one quick swift motion. Next was his black blazer which he carelessly threw behind him. Then was his long sleeve shirt. Languidly, he took off the buttons as his eyes stared at you intensely.

    You shamelessly licked your lips waiting for your boyfriend's perfectly sculpted body. You rubbed your thighs together for relief trying to get rid of the ache between your legs. His fingers worked delicately, working down his shirt as he got to the last button, he opened the shirt showing off the curving of his abs.

Your eyes dilated at the sight of your boyfriend as he carelessly threw his shirt behind him. The ripples of his muscles reflected underneath the fluorescent lights. You thrashed your wrist against the webs, feeling the need to touch your boyfriend but he trapped you on purpose. You wanted to touch the curving of his abs, to touch yourself at the sight of him but he made sure that you wouldn't get that pleasure.

    "Patience, baby." Peter purred out as his fingers worked around his belt. He took his belt off as he unzipped his pants, tugging them down. "We will both get what we want tonight." His eyes trailed over your body, there was something about you being practically tied up against the wall. Another fantasy-filled his mind, his cum spilling out of your abused cunt. To put a baby in you, not in reality but the thought of his cum seeping out of your pussy and spilling over the floor.

    Perhaps, Peter will one day be a father but not soon. But he could still imagine breeding you with his cum, imagining fucking you raw each time. This time was the only exception because he was too eager to care and you didn't care as well, luckily, you were on the pill. Another fantasy will be filled tonight.

    "God, Peter. I just want your cock inside of me already." You whined with a frown. "Why are you making me wait this long?"

    "Because I want to see how long it will take until you crack but it won't be long. You already begging me to fuck you." His lewd words caused slick to coat the fabric of your new lingerie. You were already going to ruin it just by his words. Peter stepped closer to you as he gazed around your body. "Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to fuck you against the wall while the chance of someone might hearing us? As this camera right there records every single thing we do?"

    You nodded without hesitation. "Yes. I want this. I want you to use me like a slut. I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel all of you, everywhere."

    Peter smiled almost darkly at your lewd confession. "I'll give you what you want but remember, be quiet. We will have an audience if you scream too loud." He commented with a head tilt. "Got it? Can you be quiet for me, baby?" You nodded. "Good."

    His hands cupped your breast, his thumb massaged your clothed breast. The padding of his thumb grazed where your nipple would be at. You let out a meek whimper, lifting your hips to meet his. Gaining better access to feeling his cock, the thin boxers he wore made it possible to feel his cock hard. He stepped closer as his hard dick rested between your legs.

    Peter lowered his lips against the top of your breast, swiping across the supple of the skin. A moan escaped your lips while his hand massaged your breasts, his eyes closed as he began sucking around the skin. His clothed dick gliding against your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness seep through the lingerie. He couldn't wait to fuck you but he wanted to enjoy this moment.

    You were in euphoric ecstasy as his warm lips sucked harshly against your skin. His teeth scraping your sensitive skin with each sucking. Soft moans were escaping your parting lips. "Good girl, don't make any sudden noise. Got it?" Peter muttered against your breast, flickering his eyes up at you for a moment. You nodded. "Good girl." He praised once again, his lips back to sucking.

    The faint echoes of the horrible cop movie was playing downstairs. Loud chattering could be heard as well but all of that felt nonexistent. All you could think about was Peter's lips on your breast, littering the skin with hickeys of shades of purple and pink. And his clothed cock rutted against your clothed cunt.

    "Stop teasing me, I want to feel you inside of me." You pleaded lifting your hips against his more as your fingers curled around the webs. You couldn't get the stimulating pleasure that you wanted and you were growing impatient.

    "Patience. I thought you were the patient one in the relationship?" Peter cheekily replied. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes. He brought his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Awe, is my baby getting impatient?"

    "Yes, I am." You countered with narrowed eyes. "I want you inside of me. You tortured me out through the party, can you please give me what I want?"

    "Fine, fine." Peter lifted his head away from your breast as his hands rested against your waist. He fell to his knees before you, he ignored his desire of fucking you right there because he wanted to enjoy this. His eyes flickered to the camera, he could see his hair messy, falling over the place. His hands were firmly on your waist as the fluorescent lights glistened your white lingerie.

    Looking back at you, his hands roamed down to your thighs. The fabric of the thigh-high stockings with a bow made him shudder as his thumbs massaged your clothed thigh. He hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders once again. His eyes came in contact with your slick coated lingerie cunt. "I am lucky that I get to have this pussy any time I want it. One day, I'm going to put a baby in you."

    His fingers curled around the lingerie, setting aside the fabric to see your glistening wet pussy. That insatiable hunger grew once again as his eyes went dark. He didn't know why he didn't try to spice up anything in the bedroom before. This was a new level of excitement. "God, I can't wait to see my cum dripping out of this pussy."

Before you could reply, his tongue flatten against your clit. Your hips shuddered against his tongue as he was already working his tongue in a circular motion. His hands massaged your thighs as his tongue worked gracefully. You bit the bottom of your lip trying to contain the screams but it was hard to.

    Your wrist thrashed against the webs as you trying to muffle your mouth but you couldn't. Peter was having way too much fun seeing your body thrash above him. Chest heaving heavily as some loud moans escaped your lips. "Be silent, baby. Otherwise, this fun night will come to an end soon."

    "I'm sorry, I can't." You profusely apologized. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning against your pussy.

    Peter shrugged, gazing at you half-lidded. "I always enjoyed your screams but try to keep it down before we get a whole audience." He reminded you, then twirled his tongue back against your pussy.

    You tried to reply but meek whines escaped your lips. There was nothing you could do about it besides bit your lips until blood drew and a metallic liquid invaded your taste. The wet muscle continued to nudge against your clit as your body jolted from each frantic swipe. His hands tighten around the plush of your thighs, his tongue lapping up the fresh slick that oozed out of your tightness.

    Peter pursed his lips and spat on your cunt, watching the clear liquid tickle down your folds towards the curve of your ass. "You really do look beautiful above me. I can't wait to watch the recording every night." Peter commented.

    With a moan in reply, his tongue continued to lap around your clit. His blunt fingernails dug into the supple of your skin. Your pussy fluttered, wanting his fingers inside of you but Peter was denying that pleasure. He wanted his cock to fill the space soon, he just wanted you to already be mind-fucked before he fucked you against the wall.

    Your toes curled as his tongue glided circular, the signs of your climax coming soon as your skin was on fire from the upcoming release. Babbles of his name escaped your lips, and the daze of being fucked by his tongue hazed over your vision. You were on the verge of the premise of your orgasm when Peter moved his head away from your cunt.

    You groaned, rolling your eyes. "Peter." You warned with narrowed eyes. "Why did you stop?"

    "Because you've been a good girl and I'm honestly tired of waiting to fuck you." He slide your legs off his shoulders but he had a firm grip underneath your thighs as he stood up. He placed your legs around his waist. "Seriously, this time you can't scream. If you do, I will end this and we will do this another day."

    "What? No." You frowned, shaking your head. "I don't want to do this another day. I want to do this now."

    "Then, don't scream. Simple." He shrugged. You thought it was unfair to scream or let out loud noises but he was right, you couldn't be loud as you want to. There were family members downstairs not knowing that Peter was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk and you wanted to keep it that way but just the mere thought of someone finding out was exciting.

    With a glance towards the camera, you saw from the screen how Peter was tugging his boxers off, letting them fall down to his feet, and kicking them aside. The blinking red of the recording would film all of this. Every single bit. You couldn't wait to watch it back.

    Looking back at Peter, his swollen tip leaked with pre-cum as it fell down the underside of his dick. His prominent veins forked along his cock, you could never get used to how big Peter was. He teased you with his dick, rubbing against your aching cunt. His leaking tip nudged against your clit causing you to gasp, fluttering your eyes as you waited for him to stop teasing.

    Peter Parker was nothing but a tease. His cock glided down to your entrance, teasingly pressing his tip barely inside. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to suck him in. "Patience, sweetheart," Peter commented. He was saying that more to himself feeling your heated slick trying to greedily pull him in. He couldn't contain himself any longer.

    The swollen head of his cock slipped past the first ring of muscle. His hips rolled in deep as your walls clenched around him, watching his cock completely disappear inside of you. His eyes fluttered from the slickness of warm of your cunt around his cock finally. His forehead fell against your shoulder as he roughly squeezed underneath your thighs.

    The stretch of his cock made your back arch off the wall. Your breast pressed against the side of his face as he rutted his hips harshly against yours. The snap of his hips filled the air as the squelching sound of your pussy filled the air. Your arms shook from the numbness and the need to grasp onto anything. His thick cock filled every inch of your pussy as you could feel him in your stomach.

    You needed to grab onto anything but the strength of the webs, pinning your arms against the wall was not helping. Languidly, the ridge of his cock slowly pushed inside of you. A low groan escaped his moan as his nails dug into your skin, the thought of being drunk with your pussy forever crossed his mind. If lingerie could make him this crazy, he would work four jobs just to buy you every single fabric of lingerie out there.

    "Please, go faster, Spiderman." You teased, throwing your head back against the wall.

    Something inside of Peter when you called him Spiderman sexually. Another fantasy being fulfilled. Peter watched his cock leave your tightness as creamy lines of your slick coated against his length. He took in a deep breath as he rutted his hip forward, burying himself completely inside you to the hilt.

The mere motion of his hips going faster caused air to be knocked out of you. An abrupt moan that was almost too loudly filled the air. Peter lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at you. "What did I just say?"

    "I. . .I'm sorry." You panted, clenching your pussy around him as his cock went fast and rough inside of you. "I can't help it." You whined out, screwing your eyes shut as you shook your head. "I can't keep quiet, can you help me?"

    "Since you asked nicely." Peter pressed his lips against your lips. Finally, you were able to let out screams, muffled by his hot mouth against yours. The vibrations of your screams, bounced against his puffy lips as drool of your slick fell against the floor below him. Soon, that was going to be his cum coming out of your pussy and falling out to the ground.

    With each rut of his hips, your breast bounced against his body. The intricate lacing of your white lingerie one-pieced rubbed against his skin. The thigh-high stockings grazed his body as you tried to clamp your legs around his waist, securely. In all the universes, Wanda warned him that there was a multi-verse and how she saw that his life was in shambles and he would be alone, just like her. And advised him to not go to Doctor Strange for any spells.

    Peter was lucky that he went to Wanda because in his universe, he was able to fuck you roughly and raw. It was selfish to think only of your pussy as a form of gratitude that he was taking advantage of after the Mysterio situation but he deserved this. To be with you, to remain as Spiderman, to have his friends and graduate. To go to his dream school.

    Something inside of him snapped where he couldn't control his enhanced strength. His prominent hips hit against yours, and you winced in pain from his brute strength as he was in a daze of his own pleasure. You were sure a bruise was going to form on your hips and you wouldn't be able to walk properly with his strength.

    Peter's thumb quickly fumbled between your messy folds as he sought out for your clit. He rubbed soothing circled against it, the loud moans were muffled against his lips. He moved his lips off your mouth, his warm breath fanned against your bruised lips. The conversation from earlier of MJ and Ned being his kid's godfather and godmother lingered in his mind as the memory suddenly came out.

    The thought of breeding you with his children. It was growing more intense as the fluttering of your warm pussy clenched around him with each thrust. "I'm going to cum in you and give you a baby. You want that, don't you?"

    Being absolutely cock drunk, you nodded agreeing. "I want your cum, Spiderman." You agreed, fully not aware of what he was saying. The dull ache between your legs formed as his tip kept kissing your cervix. The coil that formed in the pit of your stomach was coming close as your toes curled and tears formed in your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want." Peter kissed your lips briefly against as he felt his cock twitch from the upcoming climax he was feeling. His thumb messily rubbed against your clit as his hips continued to snap against yours. Your pussy clenched around him as you kissed him again, a scream leaving your lips as the orgasm washed over you.

Incoherent noises stringed out of your lips as your head was spinning from the pleasure of releasing around his cock. The sound of dripping from your release hit the floor. "Ah, fuck." Peter muttered against your lips as a warmth filled your core, he came with a moan of his own. White, hot spurts of cum, coated the inside of your walls; soon, his cum dribbled down to the floor as well.

Peter lifted his head away from you as he glanced down, then back to the screen where it was still recording. On the screen, he could see the dribble mixture of cum fall to the ground below. His eyes dilated at the camera as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. He looked back at you to see your eyes fluttered in a daze, catching your breath.

Peter pulled his cock out of you slowly, watching cum seep out of your pussy. His eyes widened at the sight, he had always worn a condom before but this new sight was addictive. He thought about doing it more raw with your permission. His fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head down. "Look at the mess we made."

Dribbles and strings of cum pattered against the wooden floor. A dazed smile spread on your lips as you looked back at Peter. "Did you get that all on camera?" You questioned lazily.

"I did." Peter's thumb brushed against the corner of your eye, capturing the tear that slipped. His eyes gazed back to your lingerie, it was ruffled and ruined. The cum seeped down to your thigh-high stocking, completely ruining them. "Awe man, I liked those on you."

"We could always wash them, Peter." You replied, rolling your eyes playfully at him. "Can you bring me down?" You glanced down to your legs and your numb arms. With the euphoric pleasure over, the sense of your arms being pinned above you for a while was catching up to you.

"Right, sorry." Peter hoisted your legs down to the ground, noticing the shake of them. He smirked to himself and grasped the webs off your wrist. Your arms fell numbly to your sides as Peter walked to his camera, clicking the recording off.

Your legs shook as you tried to walk. Sensing that you were about to fall, Peter outstretched his arm, capturing you in them. "Woah there. I'm sorry, did I go too hard?" Peter questioned. He was back to his normal self as he anxiously stared at you. You shook your head. "Are you sure? It feels like I went too hard."

"I'm fine, Peter. I just can't walk at the moment." You replied in a light tone.

"Here, let me help you walk." Peter walked you over to your bed and sat you down. The ache of numbness filled your body as you laid back, sighing. "Let me get you new clothes to put on."

Peter was always great with aftercare as he slipped his boxers back on quickly and went through the closet. He found sweatpants and a shirt for himself while he got blue sweatpants for you and a loose shirt. Coming back to you, Peter help you sit up as he took the one piece off of you begrudgingly because he loved the way it looked on you.

Peter grabbed tissues off the black desk and cleaned you off, helping you put your clothes off. There was a comfortable silence as you got dressed with Peter. He smiled at you with adoration as you looked at him. "Did you really drink that much tonight?" You questioned, teasing him.

Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he scratched the back of his head. "I couldn't handle you being in that blue dress. Something snapped in me. Blue is your color, next lingerie piece I'm getting you is blue."

You smiled wider. "What if I got you a sexy outfit as well."

Peter rose his eyebrows at the suggestion and tilted his head. "Get me a luchador mask and we have a deal." He joked. "Or maybe a Darth Vader mask. Oo, or maybe a Mandalorian mask. [Name] surrender your pussy to the Empire or else." He falsely intimated Darth Vader horribly causing the two of you to laugh.

The sweet sounds of your laugh filled the air. His heart swelled, once again thanking Wanda for allowing this to be possible. She told him about the horrors of the other universes that you were killed, May was killed. His friends and the world couldn't remember him. He was lucky that he went to the Scarlet Witch for help because this wholesome scenario would have never happened.

"Maybe I'll get you either an Anakin or Obi-Wan costume. They're both hot." You commented and Peter couldn't agree more, the two characters were hot and his favorite.

"That's true. . ." A knock rang out through the room. The two of you jolted up, you let out a wince from the bruising between your legs. "I'll get it, just get rid of the lingerie."

You nodded and Peter walked over to the door. He removed his webs quickly from the surface, throwing them in the trash. He opened the door and peek his head out, there stood MJ with a scrunched-up nose. "I hope you got the quick fucking out because everyone keeps asking for the two of you."

"We weren't doing that-"

"I tried to knock earlier and I heard." MJ deadpanned, disgusted by the recall of her flashbacks. "You're both disgusting. [Name], your mother's pick is coming soon!" She called out, giving Peter one last disgusted look, and walk off.

Flush spread across yours and Peter's cheeks as he muttered out a sorry. He closed the door with a grimace, turning back towards you. "Maybe we should have waited when we were alone."

"You think?" You sighed, running your fingers through your messy hair. "Well, whatever. I'll make it up to her somehow. I'll buy her a therapist." You joked trying to hold back the embarrassment you felt. "Let's just go watch the movie."

"Your mom probably picked Mean Girls again," Peter grumbled. "If I have to hear another iconic quote from Regina again, I will go ballistic. Why can't we ever watch the Star Wars prequels or the original trilogy?"

"Oh? You don't want to see the sequels?" You joked, knowing how he felt about the sequels.

"Never mention those atrocities around me again," Peter said in a serious tone as he grasp your hand, helping you walk towards the door.

You rose your hands in defense. "I'm sorry."

Peter just simply smiled as the two of you went back downstairs to watch Mean Girls for the millionth time; making an excuse as to why you were gone half the movie.

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The night ended with the four of you laying across MJ's room having a graduation sleepover. A movie played on MJ's projector screen as gifts were exchanged. MJ got you a special edition book of your favorite series and you were practically sobbing against her for the gift and she gave the boys drawings of a middle finger with a poem on the side. Ned got everyone a twenty-dollar gift card to the Lego store claiming that if everyone put the money together, they could get Luke Skywalker's helmet or Darth Vader's helmet lego set.

You got MJ her favorite horror movie that had bonus deleted never before scenes. You thought you were going to see her cry over the gift as well. And for the boys, you special made lightsabers with a holoprojector emitting out of the hole. Of course, you couldn't make a real lightsaber but it looked real as the green and blue hues of it emitted into the dim room. And for the final gift, you got them Anakin and Obi-Wan outfits to wear.

You could have sworn Ned was sobbing behind the outfit as he hid his face away. And Peter stared at your inventions in awe. He knew that you would get into the Stark Scholarship program. Your inventions were what drew Peter to you in the first place during freshmen year and then slowly, he fell in love with you hopelessly.

Peter wanted to make sure you got the world as you deserve. The lingerie gift wasn't the only gift. He created his own invention as a gift for all his friends. A necklace, it had a tracking device on it to know where you guys were at all times. He grew paranoid from the years of being Spiderman but everyone loved the necklace, claiming it was a symbol of friendship.

Peter glanced around at all his friends. The thoughts of Wanda saying that in another universe, he would lose this all. Selfishly, he was glad that he didn't lose it all. He did lose Tony but to lose everyone? For everyone to not remember him? That was torture and he wanted to make sure he did everything right; that everything in the universe would be balanced because if he did lose you, he would travel across the multiverse to find a way back to you.

Catching his stare, you held your necklace tightly close to your heart. His eyes soften as he didn't hear Ned's question. Ned shrugged, taking his phone and allowing his best friend to stare at his girlfriend. He was going to take a picture and send it to his Lola because he forgot his charger back at home.

Opening Peter's phone, his jaw dropped. "Peter, what's this?"

Peter lazily hummed, glancing at the phone in Ned's hand. He furrowed his brows but saw the footage on his phone. "Oh, fuck." He snatched his phone away. "Sorry."

Ned's cheeks were flushed. "Let's just watch the movie." He muttered, turning away from you and Peter.

You furrowed your brows as MJ caught on quickly. "Gross. Yeah, let's just watch the movie." Catching on, you understood that Ned had seen a brief scene of the sex footage. Peter wasn't so sure if he was lucky in this universe as he tried to hide his embarrassment. Now, Peter had to think of a way to make it up to Ned as well.

But, at least this night ended with Graduation fantasies. And Peter was eternally grateful to Wanda for this possibility of a new future for him; even if he wasn't so lucky still.

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[sailorkamino]

Dreamsharing

realtionships: marc spector x avenger!witch!reader, established steven x reader, jake x reader [gn]

word count: 1.7k

summary: After accidentally seeing Marc's childhood first hand you assure him how much he's loved. When you try tell the boys what you saw you wind up revealing your own dark past

warnings: brief mentions of death/abuse, victim blaming, ptsd, crying, hurt/comfort, you and marc are a childhood trauma power couple

a/n: imagine the pic of wanda is you going apeshit in the mirror dimension, conejito = bunny

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You often miss your friends in New York but there was one thing you don’t miss at all. Dreamsharing.

When you’re awake you have pretty good control over your psychic abilities but when you’re asleep however, your mind is much more vulnerable. Memories with strong emotions are very… loud. Especially the bad ones. You would regularly get flashes of nightmares that weren’t yours.

On top of the trauma of seeing all that firsthand it made you feel guilty. You didn’t like invading your friends’ privacy. You wanted them to trust you, not fear you. But still you struggled to block the visions. When you moved to London you thought you would be done with dreamsharing. Then you fell in love.

You’re not dumb. Your boyfriends have DID, which you know comes from severe childhood trauma. You know they don’t talk about their family. You know they won’t watch TV shows or movies where children are hurt. And you know they don’t like water (specifically Marc.) But that’s it. You don’t pry. You want them to come to you when they’re ready.

You’ve only fallen asleep with Marc a time or two before. Him and Jake are much more guarded than Steven, who loves coming to the sanctum for sleepovers. But one late dinner and movie night Marc winds up in your king bed, holding you securely from behind. You fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Then the nightmare starts.

Cave. Water. Can’t breathe. Funeral. Hitting. Screaming. It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault, it’s all-

You wake up with a start, heart beating so hard you feel dizzy. Your boyfriend is twisting in his sleep with a frown on his beautiful face. “Marc, Marc,” you whimper, a sob bubbling out of your throat as you move in his arms. He wakes up quickly (his time in the military has left him a light sleeper.)

“Baby?” He asks, in that low tired voice that usually makes your stomach flutter. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

You simply throw yourself on him, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You take in his aftershave as you attempt to catch your breath. You know this is backwards, you’re supposed to be the one comforting him, but you can’t help but cry on his behalf. No child deserves that treatment.

“Bad dream,” you whimper against his warm skin. He instantly starts rubbing your back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos sympathetically.

You revel in his comfort for a few more moments until you pull away. You pull away with a sniffle, “what about you?” He furrows his brow. “What about me?” He asks. You hesitate, not wanting to confess you accidentally spied on his most repressed memories. “You were moving in your sleep. Thought you were having a nightmare too.”

He cups your face with large, warm hands. “You’re always looking out for me, aren’t you, angel? Honestly I don’t remember my dream.”

You bite your lip. You can tell he’s telling the truth but you wonder if he naturally forgot it or if you subconsciously did something to make him forget. You shiver at the thought of using your powers on him without meaning to. It feels like a violation. He uses his thumb to pull your lip from your teeth, offering you a gentle kiss.

"Do you wanna talk about it?”

You swallow thickly. “It was about you?”

“Me?”

“Yes. You… were hurt. I couldn’t stand seeing you like that.”

His chocolate eyes melt. “Aw baby, I’m okay. I’m right here with you and I’m not going anywhere.” You take his hands from your face to kiss his palms. “I love you. All of you.” His body tenses up at your confession.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to–"

Before you can continue you’re being pulled against his broad chest with an ‘oof.’ He clings to you almost desperately. “You love us?” The trepidation in his voice has your heart cracking.

"More than anything.”

You know you’re gonna have to tell him the truth soon. But for now you’re going to hold him in your arms, protecting him from the rest of the world.

____

Steven chuckles at the TV but his smile drops when you have no reaction. He looks down at you, your head pillowed in his lap. Your eyes are distant. This is your favorite comedy and you aren’t even enjoying it. Something’s been off with you for the last few days, all the altars knew it, but you denied it. Marc and Jake have been pushing him to find out what it is, because apparently he’s the best with feelings. Steven think’s they’re just pussies.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks gently as possible, stroking your arm.

You don’t respond at first and Steven is afraid you’re ignoring the question once again but then you let out a sigh. “Recently I did something by accident and I feel guilty about it.”

Steven’s brow furrows. He can’t imagine you doing wrong by anyone. Not only because you’re the kindest person he knows, but your psychic abilities make you incredibly empathetic. No matter where you are in the world you can tell when your boyfriends are having a bad day and send them a cute selfie. How could anyone be upset with you?

“Well if it was an accident it wasn't your fault, was it? Just be honest and I’m sure they’ll forgive you.”

“It’s Marc.” You admit, fiddling with your pajama shirt nervously. “Well, all of you really, but it happened when Marc was fronting.”

Steven becomes even more confused. “You did something to us?” You nod meekly, still staring at the TV so you don’t have to make eye contact. He interlaces your fingers, “do you wanna tell me about it? We’ll work it out together, yeah?"

You take a moment to appreciate his touch before forcing out the truth, “I saw your childhood.” Before he can respond you’re flying up from your place in his lap, almost headbuttig him in the process. “It was an accident! I was sleeping beside Marc and he was having a nightmare and I saw it. It’s called dreamsharing. It hasn’t happened in a while so I didn’t even think to warn you.”

Steven is still quiet, attempting to take in all the information. F/C magic crackles from your fingertips. You clench your fists. “Be honest, how upset is Marc? Does he hate me?”

“What? No! He could never hate you, darling. None of us could. He’s just… quiet.” Then suddenly he tenses up, eyes glazing over for a moment before they roll back in head. You don’t need psychic powers to tell it’s Jake who’s fronting.

You’ve seen the dark look on his face before, usually when someone talks down to Steven or gets a little too close to you. It means he’s gone into his protector role. The fact that he feels the need to protect Marc from you has your eyes burning with unshed tears.

“Was that the night you had a bad dream?” He asks. You nod wordlessly. His jaw clenches, “is that why you told us you love us? Because you pity us?”

“What? No! I said I love you because I meant it, I still do! Nothing’s changed.” You take his hands in yours, relieved when he doesn’t pull away. “After you fell asleep that night I left. I went to the mirror dimension and I just… let go. I haven’t lost control of my magic like that in years.”

His eyes hesitantly meet yours, noticeably less bitter but still guarded. “Why did you?”

“Because I want you to be happy! I want to protect you! No one deserves to be blamed like that, I would know!” You freeze at your own words, as does Jake.

“What does that mean?”

You try to respond but it comes out in stutters. Nearby objects start rattling ominously as your hands glow. Jake doesn’t hesitate to take your face in his rough hands.

“Hey, conejito, look at me. You’re alright. I’m gonna need you to calm down for me.”

You take a few deep breaths as your eyes turn back to their natural color that your boyfriend’s love so much. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He shakes his head dismissively. “Don’t be.” His thumbs stroke your cheekbones. He doesn’t want to pressure you but his stomach is in anxious knots, he needs to know the truth. “Can you tell me what you meant earlier?”

“I- I want to but it’s hard.” You swallow nervously. “Can I write it down?”

He nods instantly. “Yeah, of course.” He’s moving to find paper and something to write with when you conjure both in your hands. Adoration spreads through his chest when he notices the colorful pen you made. “Cute,” he comments simply.

“Thanks. I was hoping glitter ink would make it less depressing,” you joke dryly. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss against your temple, then leaning away to give you privacy. You grab one of Steven’s nearby books to bare down and take a claming breath before starting.

You can sense Marc, pressing to the front of Jake’s consciousness, anxious to see what you write. It’s only a few moments of tense silence before you’re offering him the paper, but then you pull it back. “Just one more thing,” you mumble, scribbling a message at the bottom. Once you’re satisfied you pass it to Jake. He reads it with bated breath.

My grandma was a witch but my mom wasn’t (magic sometimes skips a generation like that.) She mysteriously died giving birth to me, probably because of my powers. Her body just couldn’t handle it. My dad never forgave me.

I know what you’re going through

-your sunshine

When Marc looks at you tears are brimming his dark eyes, the realization that you went through something similar crushing his heart. Now he knows why seeing his dream affected you so much. “Oh baby,” he says in that gruff voice you love as he pulls you against him, hand cradling the back of your head. It’s a little awkward since you’re on the couch but neither of you mind.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He whispers against your hair.

“It wasn’t yours either.”

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taglist: @jallerentrags @huitzilinthebudgie3 @wintergirlsoilder2 @dreamerkim @jupitersmoon167 @n1ght5h4d3-24 @darkened-writer @sunipostsstuff @bex-tk1 @musicconversedance @nemtodd-barnes1923 @thegotfangirl @your-frenly-emo-rat @dadstarkblacksoul @certifiedhunter @tagakalat @galactic-galabee @yoongiwithglasses @theyaremorethanjustfictional @booksandbenbarnes @faefanatic @ness-is-vanillabean @lovesickollie @kemisuu @missdragon-1 @ristare @jck-r @brekkers-desigirl @irethepotato @1-800-vader @chaoticevilbakugo @fantasy-is-best @7minutes-tomidnight @slytherheign @heyitsaloy @cringerat @mrsspector-grant @iifloweringnightsii @alicetweven @michaelfuckinglangdon @hallecarey1 @netto-riley @0ctobersharks @d4td7ewmachine @sgt-morgan @grindeldorefanatic @thepurpleaccount @mul-pi @whovian378 @athenxt @atzlena @cometstail

a/n #2: taglist is now closed, i'm sorry but i think it's gotten long enough😭 ur support means the world to me <3

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight angst #moon knight fluff #chaos in us #moon boys

[spacecowboyhotch]

summary: a witch hunter is injured in the woods and is nursed back to health by none other than his target. she’s nothing like he imagined— full of compassion, infused with sweet magic and more beautiful than any woman he’s ever seen before.

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, witch hunter!au, enemies to lovers, violence/blood/wounds, weapons, witchy shit, angst, resistance, longing, pining, eventual smut, love confessions

I. My Dear Nemesis

The Rigid Hunter

The Eclectic Witch

II. Their Burning Flames

The Oathbound

Beyond Chaos*

EXTRAS:

Boundless Aesthetic

Boundless Playlist

a ways away but let me know if you’d like to be tagged <3

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x witch!reader #witch hunter!marc spector #witch!reader #marc spector fanfiction #moonknight fanfiction #moonknight au #boundless #not sfw #arson writes

[angelltheninth]

SFW Masterlist Part 1

Part 1 of my SFW Masterlist.

DC COMICS

Comforting Jason After a Nightmare

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Nervous Billionaire

Going to the Gala with Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Even Vengeance Needs Sleep

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Soothing Insecurities

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader - Hurting for a Kiss

Angst with Jason Todd

Jason Todd x Reader - Just a Normal Life

MCU

MCU Characters with an S/O who is Really Skilled with Knifes

Morning After with the Moon Boys

Moon Boys Taking Care of You When You're Drunk

Mornings with Jake Lockley

Marc Spector with a Selene Goddess Avatar

Moon Boys Being Sick

Moon Boys with an S/O who has Food Allergies

Infinity War!Steve x Reader

MCU Characters Having a Crush

Moon Boys Making Food for You

Domestic Headcanons with Jake Lockley

Working with Jake Lockley

Moon Boys Reacting to You Wearing Their Clothes

Moon Boys with an S/O who has Scars

THE WITCHER

Geralt Taking Care of You While You're on Your Period

Geralt With A Bard S/O

Tugging on Geralt's Medallion

Geralt Falling in Love With a Nature Witch

Geralt Dating a Shy Sorceress

Neck Kisses with Geralt

A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE

Angry and Protective Daemon

Aemond, Daemon and Harwin when You Marry Someone Else

Aemond, Daemon and Harwin with a Crush

Domestic Headcanons with Daemon and Harwin

Giving Birth to Harwin's Baby

First Time Meeting Harwin Strong

Harwin Strong Protecting You

Deamon and Harwin Kissing Headcanons

Fluffy Dating Headcanons with Harwin Strong

GENSHIN IMPACT

Arlecchino with a Sassy S/O

Enemies to Lovers with Childe and Pantalone

Accidentally Bumping into Genshin Men's Chest

Genshin Men's Love Languages

Genshin Men + Pillow Talk

Barista!Childe x Fem!Reader - How Do You Take It

Zhongli x Fem!Reader - Rex Lapis Experiance

Genshin Men Being Jealous

Diluc x Fem!Reader - Quick Break Long Night

Genshin Men Taking You To Bed

Kaeya x Fem!Reader - Wedding Night Cuddles

Kisses with Genshin Characters

VALORANT

Valorant Agents when Being Tackled in a Hug

Valorant Agents After a Near Death Experience

Valorant Agents Being Jealous

Jett x Reader - Mere Deeper Cuts

Good Luck Kisses with Valorant Agents

Skye x Fem!Reader - Nature of Love

Yoru x Fem!Reader - Prince from an Another Dimension

Secret Relationship with Sova

CHAINSAW MAN

Aki Hayakawa Domestic Headcanons

Aki, Denji, Power, Makima + Sitting in Their Lap

Aki, Denji, Power, Makima Kissing Headcanons

Aki, Denji, Power, Makima Red Flag Headcanons

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Bungou Stray Dogs Men + Kisses

Mentorship with Fukuzawa, Dazai and Ranpo

Bungou Stray Dogs Men when You're Drunk

Daizai, Chuuya and Nikolai Getting Work Out Kisses

Surprising Bungou Stay Dogs Men

YUUKOKU NO MORIARTY

Married Life with Fred Porlock

Yuumori Men + Where They Like to Kiss You

Reuniting with James Bonde

STAR WARS

Helping Reva

Rex x Fem!Reader - The Caring Captain

Obi-Wan Kenobi Reacting to You Being Pregnant

The Bad Batch as Husbands

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader - Yearning and Burning Cold

Shoto Todoroki Taking Care of you While You're Sick

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x Fem!Reader - Empty Classroom

Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader - Often so Angry but so Soft

VANITAS NO CARTE

Teasing Vanitas During a Party

General Angst Headcanons with Vanitas

Spending the Night with Vanitas

First Date with Vanitas

Teasing Vanitas Headcanons

UNCHARTED

Rivals to Lovers with Nathan Drake

Nathan Drake Finding Out You're Pregnant

Injured Nathan Drake Headcanons

Nathan Drake Meeting an Ex

Best Friends to Lovers With Nathan Drake

Giving Birth to Nathan's Baby

Nathan Drake Rescues You

Dating Nathan Drake

RISE OF THE TMNT

Donatello With an Insomniac S/O

Sharing a Bed with Leonardo and Donatello

First Kiss and Angst with the TMNT brothers

Hand-holding Headcanons with Leonardo and Donatello

General Dating Headcanons with Leonardo and Donatello

Leonardo x Kitsune!Reader

Donatello Not Wanting Contact

THE LAST OF US

Rescued By Joel Miller

Domestic Headcanons with Joel Miller

True Love's Kiss From Abby Anderson

#masterlist #dc comics x reader #mcu x reader #the witcher x reader #hotd x reader #valorant x reader #chainsaw man x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #star wars x reader #bnha x reader #vnc x reader #uncharted x reader #rise of the tmnt x reader #yuumori x reader #tlou x reader

[foreverinadais]

summary: very small, very fluffy drabble about being (mutually) needy after marc returns from a mission :) 

Pairings: marc spector x reader

word count: 500 words

warnings: none this is just fluff i promise!!!

You could hardly contain yourself as you heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking. In an instant, you were stood, running full speed toward the source of the sound, straight into the arms of your lover.

Marc let out a small ‘hmpf’ as your body collided with his, instantly dropping his bag to the floor to fully encase your body with his own. His hands wrapped tightly around your waist as you buried your face in his shoulder, breathing in his distinct scent as if it would ground you into truly believing he was here.

“Hi.” He muttered into your hair, placing a kiss where his words met your body.

“Hi.” You stayed there for a moment, swaying to each other’s heartbeat. Truthfully, neither of you wanted to let go, afraid if you did, you’d both wake up from a cruel dream.

They had been away on a mission for a week, and everyday had been a struggle. None of the boys were allowed to communicate with you, so it had been a week of radio silence, anxious jitters, and wearing their cologne.

When Marc tried to pull away, you groaned, digging yourself further into his chest, making him chuckle adoringly. “Just wanna see your face, baby.” He whispered, and you begrudgingly pulled away slightly. His warm eyes stared into yours, and you instantly felt full. He scanned your face as if he hadn’t seen you in years, looked at you like you were crafted by gods and poets.

You almost fell back into him, his gaze too intense, but felt two fingers and a thumb lift your chin up, holding you in place. “Not done lookin’ at you, yet.” You felt your heart skip a bit as he stroked your jaw between his fingers, before trailing them up and cupping your cheeks. You chuckled as he tapped your nose, scrunching it up in amusement. Marc’s smile shifted as he leant down, capturing your lips with his own, moving his mouth against yours in total harmony.

You hummed in satisfaction, knotting your hands in his hair, pulling him as close as you could until you were suffocated by each other. You were breathless when you pulled away; it was perfect. You watched as he stifled a yawn and you tutted in worry, realising just how tired he probably was from this mission.

“Let’s go to bed.” You whispered, arms circling his shoulders. “You need rest.”

“No,” he said decisively, squeezing whatever flesh he could reach of your waist. “Just need you.”

“Cheesy.” You teased but hid your face in his shoulder again so he couldn’t see the effect of his words.

“You love it.”

“I do.” You said, reaching up to press a kiss to the side of his mouth, but it wasn’t enough for him as he moved his lips against yours again. “I love you.” You managed to say as he smiled, cupping both your cheeks in his large hands.

“I love you, baby. So much.” You nodded in appreciation, leaning into his touch, shutting your eyes, tiredness settling into your body as you realised you might finally be able to sleep well again.

“Tired, sweetheart?” He asked, and you nodded. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You need’ta sleep.” You chuckled as he went to move, grasping onto him again, bringing your mouth close to his so he could feel your words against his skin.

“No,” And he cocked an eyebrow at your teasing tone, “I just need you.”

tags:  @rmoonstoner @midgardian-witch @dalia-12-3 @kotonei-molyneux @lovepeaceorelse @lokilover476 @neteyamsluvts @howellatme @readingfan  @marinalor  ----- this is not part of the ex!mk series so pls lemme know if you only wanna be on that taglist :)))

#moon knight fanfic #moon knight headcanon #Moon Knight #marc spector x reader #marc spector fanfic #marc spector fluff #marc spector headcanon

[ominoose]

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

A list of seasonal fanfics I've read or found over the month of October that I really enjoyed for future reference and others to check out <3

Part 1

Key: 🎃 - NSFW ┆ 🤎 - X Reader ┆ 🐈‍⬛ - Dark

Absolutely Purr-fect by @sarahghetti You and the Moon Boys adopt a cat. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 2.4k ┆ 🤎

Broken Toys by @midgardian-witch Blue gives you some comfort. Characters: Blue Jones WC: 1.7k ┆ 🤎

Farm Day by @reallyrallyauthor You and Steven go on a farm day to see the animals. Yes, it's as cute as it sounds. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🤎

Voice Kink by @winniethewife Phone sex with Williams amazing voice. Characters: William Tell WC: 843 ┆ 🎃🤎

Little Secrets by @heladodecerezq You're the MK's systems kid and keep a little secret for them, which they really don't like. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 921 ┆ 🐈‍⬛

Jake Jerkin' Off by @tiptapricock Jake jerks off, but written as more of a character introspective. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 774 ┆ 🎃

Look At You by @notquitecanon Each of the MK boys saying "Look at you" in different contexts. Sweet and sexy. Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley WC: 1.7k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cumming In Your Mouth Platonically by @my-secret-shame & @foxilayde Fen made another banger post and Foxilayde served another five meals with it. Aka a quick post on letting Cecil cum in your mouth but its totally platonic, not weird or anything. Characters: Cecil Dennis WC: 727 ┆ 🎃 🤎

Lust is a Drug by @minispidey You're Arthur Harrows virgin, isolated cult wife and Moon Knight pays a visit. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Mr and Mrs Knight by @angel-of-the-moons Chubby reader goes to work a work party with Steven, some mean girls make it go south. Characters: Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector WC: 4.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

My Lord by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction King John is exiled to another country and fixates on one of the head servants. Only Fen could make a King John fic that's smut and kinda fluff, it's magic. Characters: King John WC: 3.1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Patience by @moons-dunes Steven gives you an agonizing lesson in patience. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 800 ┆ 🎃 🤎

La Petite Mort by @hon3yboy You inherit a manor from your dead aunt and it's got a cute but obsessive British ghost in it. Characters: Steven Grant WC: 3k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

He Found The Box of Condoms by @hoedamn-eron You fuck your best friends dad and then date him. Told in three parts. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Sleeping Dogs by @hon3yboy Werewolf!Marc. Again. All I need to say. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 2.8k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Visions & Loyalty by @reallyrallyauthor Your sisters is meant to marry Leto but then he goes "Actually, no you" and it's three parts. God bless. Leto is so well written. Characters: Leto Atreides ┆ 🎃 🤎

Finish The Job by @romana-after-dark MK system kidnaps reader and Jake goes quite Yandere on them. Characters: Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Steven Grant WC: 1.4k ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Control by @romana-after-dark Jake is really into killing and blood. Really into it. Characters: Jake Lockley WC: 591 ┆ 🎃 🤎 🐈‍⬛

Corny Night In by @jayke0 Marc with a chubby reader, has thigh fucking and feels. You will lose it. Characters: Marc Spector WC: 1.6K ┆ 🎃 🤎

Losing Hand by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction William tries to teach you poker and his dicks also inside you at the same time. Character: William Tell WC: 1k ┆ 🎃 🤎

Cry Baby by @jayke0 Bullying Cecil while he whimpers and gets off. Character: Cecil Dennis WC: 1.3k ┆ 🎃 🤎

#omimuse #this ones bigger than last time #not my fault you guys made tons of good stuff #again if anyone wants off lmk