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Harvest Moon

Steven Grant X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals��Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 4: Sex Pollen

Summary: Being Khonshu's avatar has some... unexpected effects.

A/N: I'm so sorry. Set before Steven knows about Marc.

Warnings: sex pollen - so dubcon (both sides are effected, Steven more than reader and both had a crush on the other before they were infected), love bites, cum eating, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, cuming in troursers, so much cuuuuummmm, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 4073

Steven couldn’t concentrate.

It was strange, a fidget just below his skin. Like every muscle was contracting and relaxing at random intervals.

He took off his reading glasses and sighed, rubbing his eyes to try to shift whatever was going on. Maybe he was tired.

Which didn’t make much sense. He was always tired.

Perhaps this was the accumulation of trying to survive on three hours of sleep or less every day for most of his adult life.

He tried again to focus on the book in front of him, leaning an elbow on his desk. The words twitched on the page, flickered as if they were going to jump up and run off the paper at any moment.

The strange thing was, he didn’t feel tired. Quite the opposite in fact. He was full of energy, jittery as if he’d just downed five coffees made with Red Bull instead of water and a handful of Pro Plus. (Though, he usually steered clear of coffee - for some reason it made him sleepy.)

Still, the fidgety, restless energy seemed to only build. Grow deep in the pit of his belly and squirm around like he’d swallowed live eels that were now making a home in his large intestine.

It almost burned, the blood in his veins boiling from the inside. He stood up, agitated and restless. Maybe, maybe he just needed to go for a walk. Use up some anxious energy, yeah, that was it.

Steven glanced at his phone, it was 19:54, not late. He could maybe walk to the corner shop and back. The fresh air would help. Surely that would put him right.

He stood, fighting the urge to shake his muscles, and put on his trainers.

Yeah, go out, go to the shop, come back, he’d feel better. He’d feel so much better.

“I’ll be back in a sec' Gus.” He gave the goldfish a little wave as he put on his jacket and checked that he had his keys.

That restless energy, the burn of it seemed to increase, grow even as he moved. Buzzed behind his eyes.

Slowly, Marc was pulled forward, woken from deep down. He watched Steven move from the reflection in the fish tank, confused for a moment until… he recognised that energy, those sensations that were running along their nerves.

Panic gripped hold of him as he tried to force his way to the front, to push Steven back.

But… nothing.

He swore and tried again, not caring if Steven heard him, he needed to take control, get the body to the storage locker, steal the door and take those medical-grade tranquillisers he hid under the mattress.

How could he have been so stupid? How could he have lost track of the days so badly?

He pushed forward again, trying to seize control. But it was hopeless like he was separated by a thick layer of glass.

This was bad, this was bad, this was bad, this was so very, very bad.

There was a small breeze, cool air that made Steven turn, look over his shoulder and glance about the flat for a window he had left open. Nothing.

Marc swore loudly. This was Khonshu’s doing. It had to be.

The god had been uncharacteristically silent the last few days, and quiet the previous couple of weeks. Luring Marc into a false sense of security and letting him give more and more time up to Steven.

Poor Steven, who had no idea what he was in store for.

The first time it had happened Marc had thought he was going to die. The way his heart beat, his blood burned, every single muscle crying out at once. He’d had enough panic attacks in his life to know that this certainly wasn’t one, and for a brief moment, he thought that he had been poisoned.

It wasn’t until Khonshu appeared and explained. The phase of the moon at that time of the lunar year. It had been a cause of celebration, festivals honouring new life. And due to Marc’s role as an avatar, he was ‘gifted’ with the effects.

A gift he would very much like to return and never see again.

Khonshu had been… displeased by Marc’s rejection, by his unwillingness to observe the traditions of the old ways. But had stayed quiet when Marc sealed himself away and knocked himself out.

Marc had wrongly assumed that the moon god had got over it. Realised that there was no way his avatar would take part.

He didn’t think he would use Steven instead.

Marc had to take control, had to stop him from going outside, from running into other people and experiencing the effects. He tried to push forward again to no avail as Steven stepped out of the flat, his mind buzzing.

Steven blinked heavily, trying to shift the little spots of light that had started to dance just at the very corners of his vision. He fumbled with his keys for a second, sweat beading on his forehead. When had the corridor become so hot? He pulled at his collar, trying to cool himself.

There was a warmth growing in his lower stomach, and heavy an uncomfortable weight, like lead straining at his muscles. He needed… something. There was an odd carving at the back of his throat, a constriction of his windpipe that seemed to pull at-

“Hi Steven.”

He turned suddenly, his body moving well before his mind had even caught up.

You smiled at him from the other side of the corridor as you stood outside your flat, your bag pulled over your shoulder, keys in hand.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no. Marc screamed inside the headspace. Not you, not you, anyone but you.

You had moved in a little over three months ago. Had smiled and chatted briefly with Steven when you both ran into each other in the lift.

It was only four weeks ago when Steven had found himself outside in the streets of London late at night (sleepwalking again). He had managed to get back to the flat with the help of city mapper and it was only when he was outside the block of flats that he realised he didn’t have his keys.

After a few nervous minutes, he had pressed your buzzer with shaking hands and stumbled out an apology. To his absolute shock and dizzying relief, you can come down to let him in with a kind smile. You had even invited him into your own home while he waited for the 24 locksmith to arrive. Served him cups of tea and vegan shortbread biscuits while you both talked.

Steven had been quietly remorseful when the locksmith finally arrived.

As he was leaving you had invited him to a live music event you were going to at the Fox and Firkin, but sadly Steven had been working that weekend.

He had been steadily working up the courage to ask you out, something casual. Relaxed. Informal. So you both could talk and maybe he would get a chance to judge your interest on a proper date. But the longer he left it, the more awkward it seemed. The more nights he spent in the shower fisting his palm and moaning your name behind his hand.

Marc pressed harder against the mental block, swearing under his breath as he fought for control.

Steven’s pulse quickened, heat prickling all over his skin as blood rushed downwards. He swallowed, the embarrassment that he would normally experience completely swept away by a deep mind-numbing ache. “Hi.” He whispered.

You frown a little. He looked like he was in a daze, his skin flushed and pupils wide. “You okay?”

The softness in your voice, the genuine concern for him made Steven snap. A small growl escaped his chest. It was like all his senses had heightened and pinpointed, narrowed. He needed you.

“Ste-”

He moves faster than you thought possible, surging forward and pinning you to the wall with a bruising strength that knocks the air from your lungs. You don’t even have time to gasp before his lips are on yours, his hands on your waist as he pushes his thigh between your legs.

You murmur his name into his mouth, your surprise cut off by the glide of his tongue and how his body presses into yours.

Marc smacks against the barrier fruitlessly, unable to do much more than watch as Steven’s sensations begin to bleed into his own muscles.

Steven’s skin is feverish, heat rolling off him in waves as he grinds against you. The hard outline of his cock presses against your stomach, you can almost feel his rapid heartbeat through the denim of his jeans.

Instinctively you react to him, grabbing hold of his shoulder and neck as you kiss him back and slide your tongue against his as he kisses you greedily. For a second you’re sure you're dreaming. It’s the only possible explanation. There’s no way that your lovely, and seemingly oblivious to your every attempt at flirting, neighbour would suddenly jump you on a Thursday night and snog the life out of you.

You pull at his hair, lightly at first, but increasing the pressure when that does nothing. You barely manage to yank his head back an inch before his lips are on yours again, all tongue and teeth as he nips a trail down to your jaw and sucks a messy bruise just below your ear.

Somehow you manage to hold down your whimpered moan and speak, “Steven, what’s… I mean-oh shit-” You cut yourself off, biting down on your lip as his hand slide up to squeeze your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardening nipple.

There’s a faint ghost of a breeze, though from where you’re not sure. For a second a small wave of dizziness and heat run across your skin.

“Steven,” you try again even though you're pressing up against his every touch eagerly. “What’s going on?”

He groans against your neck. “I’m-I’m so sorry, I don’t know, I can’t, I need you so badly, I just,” he tries to halt his movements, to take his hands off your body, but the second he’s a fraction of a millimetre away from you an intense pain drills along his spine. He whimpers and presses closer, continuing to rub his heavy cock against your thigh.

“Did you take something?” You gasp, breathless as you try (and fail) to not grind your hips in time with his. It’s the only explanation, right? Though if there was a drug that made someone intensely horny you were sure you’d have heard about it by now.

He shakes his head, his mouth too preoccupied with sicking more love bites into your neck to speak.

“Do you think someone could have drugged you?”

Steven mutters something intelligible as he sinks his teeth into your skin and a strangled moan escapes your lips. This wasn’t right, none of this way right. Heat, stronger than anything you’d ever experienced before, began to burn in your lower belly. You had a crush on him, sure. You’d happily go on a date with him and be down for more after but this… You’d never been so desperate to fuck someone in your entire life.

It was like you were starting to lose the ability to think clearly, and you were worryingly sure that if you let this go on much longer you wouldn’t have any issue with riding Steven right there in the middle of the hallway.

“Steven,” you yanked his head back again by his hair, using an amount of force that would have normally been painful.

Instead, Steven groaned, closing his eyes as he arched back exposing the taunt lines of his neck for you.

“Love, please.” He whispered, though what he was begging for exactly, neither of you were sure.

“Let’s go inside.” You muttered, rushing your words together in an effort to hold yourself together for a little while longer.

You turn, just managing to struggle out of Steven’s grip to put your keys in the lock and open your front door.

Steven moans as you move, but quickly goes back to grinding against you. Pressing himself up against the swell of your ass and sighing as he kisses your neck.

You practically fall inside from Steven’s weight pushing against your back. But his strong hands on your hips keep you upright. His fingers slip under your top, greedily searching for your soft skin as you manage to close the door before he’s on top of you again.

He pushes you against the door, your chest pressed up against the wood as he pinches your nipples through the lace of your bra. He growls as you moan and arch back into him, your nails digging into the wood grain.

He ruts against your ass, rubbing his clothed erection against your soft flesh with a burning vigour. The weeping head of his cock is soaking into his boxers, but he can’t stop himself, can’t break away for a single moment, can’t spare the few seconds it would take to undress.

His little gasps and whimpers of air as he picks up his pace sends a flood of heat to your core and you gasp as he bites down on your neck hard. His left hand continues to squeeze your breast while his right snakes down and pushes under your leggings and underwear.

There is the tiniest voice in the back of your head, a worry that you would normally have that things are going too fast, but Steven’s moans in your ears, the feeling of his hands on you drowns everything out.

He presses his forefinger against your clit and moans at the wetness that he finds between your legs. Quickly, he circles your bundle of nerves over and over in time with the manic grind of his hips.

His breathing stutters. Just being pressed up against you like this is too good, the burning along his veins turning into molten lava as he continues to buck like his life depended on it.

The coil in his stomach starts to tighten uncontrollably, pressure at the base of his spine exploding outwards and-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He moans loudly as he cums in his trousers, the pleasure whiting out all other thoughts as his hips falter.

You slow your movements down, coming to a stop as Steven breaths hard against your back. You open your mouth to speak, to ask him if he feels better. But you never get the chance.

In a blur he’s spinning you around, kissing your mouth harshly enough to knock your head back against the door with a thud. You barely register that despite obviously cumming, (the wetness on his jeans that press into you) he’s still rock hard and sweaty. His pulse thumps under your hands, so fast that you can barely distinguish each beat.

He pulls you to the ground, practically lifting you off your feet, and tearing off your clothes as if they had personally offended him. You try to undress him, barely getting his jacket off his shoulders and not even starting on his t-shirt before he’s kissing down your body and shoving his face into your core.

You gasp as he places a long flat lick through your folds, groaning at the taste and grinding his cock against the carpet.

“Steven-”

“Need to make you cum, please,” his voice is gravelly and wrecked, burnt out and desperate but he doesn’t stop the movement of his tongue, ending the lick by sucking at your clit and quickly slipping two fingers inside you.

He curls them perfectly, looking up at you with dark, pleading eyes. Pleasure sparks along your nerves as he fucks you hard with his fingers, watching your every reaction as he keeps his lips sucking firmly against your clit.

You moan loudly, enough that you’re probably going to get a noise complaint, and screw up your eyes, your back arching off the carpet.

The stretch of his thick fingers makes you whine as they work you open, finding every spot to make you fall apart as quickly as possible.

You grab hold of Steven’s hair with one hand, pressing him firmly against you and another low growl erupts from his chest as he pulls your left thigh over his shoulder and picks up the pace.

His tongue and fingers move in a hypnotic tandem, dragging you closer and closer to the edge with a dizzying speed. Your toes curl, your breath catching in your throat and all you can do is just feel that mind-numbing pleasure he is pulling you towards.

His name falls out of your mouth in a repeated jumble as you move against him thoughtlessly, your hips chasing every touch.

Steven moans against you, flicking your clit with the very tip of his tongue before sucking on it ruthlessly and stars explode behind your eyes.

You cum against him with a sob as your strength rushes out of you like a dam has been broken, your muscles clenching around him in utter bliss.

But all too quickly for your liking his pulling his fingers out of you and sitting up. You’re barely back to thinking straight as you lean up on your elbows, about to question him when you stop in your tracks, your mouth hanging open.

Steven groans as he shoves his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your creamy release. He pushes at his aching cock with the heel of his free hand, his hips jerking up into the touch. He looks like a god, skin flushed and sweaty, his hair dishevelled and sticking out at windswept angles. Your cum all over the bottom half of his face.

He gives you a dark look, his eyes almost blind with lust as he struggles to undo his fly without taking his fingers out of his mouth.

You lean up and quickly help him, marvelling at the strength in his thick thighs as he kicks them free of his jeans and boxers.

Your mouth goes dry and you swallow at the sight of him, the tip flushed and needy. Thick and long and you pause. Fuck. He was big, really big. Clarity seems to flash in your mind for the first time since you both went into your flat. How the hell were you going to fit that inside you?

Steven growls, kisses your neck, scraping his teeth over your pulse point and already edging forward as you lift up his t-shirt over his head.

Being away from you for a second hurts. Makes his stomach twist and nerves scream. His dick twitches impatiently, already smearing precum (and his release from before) all over your thighs as he pushes himself between your legs.

“Steven,” you start to say. The needy whine in your voice hampering your words.

“Yes love?” He forces you back down and takes himself in hand.

“I just, I’m-oh!”

He’s not even thinking about his actions before he’s already sheathing himself inside your tight, wet heat.

You gasp loudly, grabbing hold of his shoulders as he pushes impossibly deep, making you fuller than you have ever been and still he’s pressing deeper.

You whine out his name in a sob as he bucks against you, pulling out a little before he pushes further in, stretching you wide.

He swears under his breath, his eyes closed, brows furrowed together as he pulls out a centimetre before sinking deeper. Out, in, out, in, out, in, until finally he bottoms out. And it's heaven.

Steven doesn’t even give you a second to adjust to his size before he’s fucking you hard, bucking his hips like he wants to completely destroy you. Needs you to shatter under him.

You’re so full you can practically feel him in your throat, the stretch so deep that it’s like he’s pushed all your internal organs higher, limiting your lung space and not letting you take a full breath.

He grabs hold of the backs of your thighs, snarling as he forces them towards your chest, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he positions you into a mating press. His hips never falter, continuing their deep, hard onslaught that hits at a part of you you didn’t know existed. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure up your spine, so perfect that it’s almost inhuman. Your slick coats his cock, smearing on his thighs as he fucks you within an inch of your life.

“Steven,” you whine, your eyes rolling back as your second orgasm hurtles towards you.

“Fuck, love,” he growls in your ear, biting at your neck. “So wet for me, so needy, I’m gonna break you, I’m gonna make you all mine.”

You moan loudly. Pleasure beginning to drown out every thought. His public bone grinds against your clit, making you want to scream.

“You know how many times I’ve cum thinking about you and what you’d taste like?” He growls as he snaps his hips in a relentless rhythm. “So fucking better than anything I could imagine.”

You grab hold of him, your muscles tightening as his words send you over the edge. You cum hard, crying out as he ruts into you through it.

He snarls as he cums, but his hips don’t stop as he pumps load after load of his spend into you and fucks it deeper until you're completely full.

Your breathing starts to recover momentarily, but Steven is still rock hard and hitting that devastating spot inside of you so perfectly that it makes your head spin.

Pleasure starts to creep back into your stomach and you whine, sobbing at the overstimulation.

“Love, I’m so sorry,” he bites his lip, trying to slow his hips to no avail. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“It’s okay,” you manage to stammer out as his thrusts punch the air from your lungs. “Don’t stop.” Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. Too much, but you needed more. The idea of him stopping now boarding on painful.

“Won’t stop, promise.” He moans against your lips, pushing you closer to the edge again. “Fuck!” He pulls out quickly and you whine.

But you're barely given a second to lament the loss before Steven’s pulling you up with him. Your limbs are like jelly and you’re thankful for his surprising strength as he turns you around.

You expect him to enter you doggy style but instead, he kneels down, his hands on your thighs and under your knees, and lowers you onto his cock with a dizzying speed. Your moan catches in your throat as he fills you. The stretch of this angle is intense as the head of his cock presses perfectly against that sweet spot inside.

Steven groans as your walls clench around him, your own slick mixing with his cum to let him glide in.

He places your legs outside of his and grabs hold of your breast with his right hand, kneading and squeezing it in time with his deep thrusts as his left toys and circles your clit.

He bounces you up and down on his cock as he mouths at your neck, adding to the love bites from before, his chest pressed flush to your back.

“S-Steven,” you barely get the word out, your nerves flayed raw with pleasure as he keeps pushing you higher and higher. You’re weak, light-headed and desperate as he growls in your ear; as he plays your body, brings you closer again like he had every cell memorised. “I’m gonna,” you sob. You don’t even get to finish the sentence.

Another deep trust and you cum, squirming on his lap in bliss as your orgasm overtakes you.

Steven swears, bucking up into you and biting his lip as your wall clench around him, trying to squeeze out every last drop as he follows you into that mind-shattering ecstasy.

He cums deep, some spilling down his cock despite how tightly he is pressed inside, your pussy just too full to hold anymore.

As you breathe deeply, trying to recover he holds you tightly, his hips still bucking upwards. His hard length still pushing firmly inside you.

“Love,” he whines, reaching down again to stroke your clit. “Please, just one more, just one more.”

How could you ever deny him?

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𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧

Pairing: Marc Spector X Fem! reader

Summary: You and Marc had been working together on a mission for the gods you were both in service to. And when Konshu and Isis have a disagreement, naturally their avatars would too. Only, this time, your argument leads to something much more...eventful.

Warnings [18+ activities]: Mentions of the Egyptian Gods, arguing, swearing, brief physical fight (shoving each other and him pinning you to the wall), SMUT, P in V sex, Porn with a drizzle of plot, pet names (sunshine, baby, sweetheart), dom! reader (mostly), switch!Marc, degradation with some praise kink if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), oral sex (m and f receiving), handjob, edging (m receiving), face riding, fingering, rough sex, etc cause I got carried away lmao.

Word count: 4.5k+ (I'm not sorry cause this is some of my best work fr)

(not my gif but I wish he was mines)

"Shut the hell up!"

"Oh fuck you, Spector!"

Isis and Konshu stood behind you and Marc, both sharing looks of annoyance at your bickering.

You and Marc had been working together under the advisory of your Gods for the past two months. And about half of that time was spent on you and Marc arguing.

Of course, Konshu and Isis disagreed with each other occasionally, but once you two caught wind of it, it was merely a spark added to the powder keg that was your and Marc's partnership. You used the smallest point of disagreement to fuel explosive arguments that often drifted away from the initial point.

Now, the initial point of disagreement was whether or not the two of you should venture to Arthur Harrow's London village and steal the scarab that led to Ammit's tomb.

Of course, Marc and Konshu wanted to. But you and Isis thought it to be an irrational idea that could lead to your deaths, seeing as Marc couldn't keep a hold on his alter.

"If Steven comes back to the surface at the wrong point, he could get us killed, Marc!" you argued, already having met Steven on a separate accidental occasion.

"That won't happen. I have him under control, worry about your own problems," the dark-haired mercenary spat from across the room, venom lacing his every word.

"My own problems?"

You angrily walked over to where he was packing his stuff for his departure.

"Yeah, your own fucking problems."

Marc began moving to meet you in the middle of the room, throwing his open duffel bag to the floor in frustration.

"Well, right now, my fucking problem is the fact that you're so damn eager to get this over with that you're not using your head, Marc!" you shouted, your voice bouncing off the walls of your spacious apartment, "I'm not letting you get us killed, I don't give a shit how experienced Konshu says you are."

Marc scoffed, a stupid smirk airing its way onto his clean-shaven face. "And how the hell would that happen, huh, Y/L/N? How would my plan get us killed?"

You resisted the urge to smack the smirk off his perfect face- no, not perfect. Admitting that Marc Spector had a perfect face was admitting to yourself that in your spare time you had been observing him and had been quite fond of what you've seen.

And you wouldn't give the lonely-and possibly horny- part of your brain that satisfaction.

"Because we have no fucking clue what we're walking into!" you bellowed, "Right now, Harrow has no idea that we know what he's up to. So if we just strut into his village and try and steal the scarab, which will most likely lead to us having to fight his guards and showing our faces, we'll be giving ourselves away AND on his home turf too."

Tense silence passed between the both of you as Marc took in and analyzed your words.

You placed your arms on your hips, waiting for a response from the angry mercenary.

You were surprised, however, when you caught his brown eyes briefly drift down to your lips. The glance was no longer than a second, but with your job, you couldn't miss something that minuscule even if you tried.

"You're wrong," he lowly countered after a few more seconds.

You sharply exhaled, now feeling your ears burn a bright red from anger. "What?" you seethed, daring to take a step closer to Marc.

Konshu and Isis sent each other knowing glances before disappearing together, leaving you two alone in the barely furnished apartment.

"You heard me, sunshine," Marc taunted you, knowing that you hated when he used that nickname, "We're going with my plan."

"Don't call me that."

Marc walked forward and came to a stop before you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or else what?" he whispered as his surprisingly pleasant scent invaded your senses.

Before you could slip and give in to the part of you that wanted to lean forward and kiss his plump red lips, you extended one of your arms and shoved him away from you. "Kiss my ass, Spector."

You immediately regret your choice of words.

"I bet you'd like that," he raised a brow at you.

You would. You most certainly would. Not that you'd ever admit it out loud.

"I wonder what your ex-wife would think about you saying stuff like this to women you work with."

The smirk immediately disappeared from his face. It was replaced with a look that could freeze hell twenty times over. And you couldn't help but smirk at the sight of it.

"You bitch," Marc seethed.

"What? You didn't think I'd find out, did you? Turns out being related to a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent has its perks," you grinned triumphantly, "You couldn't even keep your marriage stable, I don't know why I ever expected anything different for this mission."

At this, you could almost see steam fly out of Marc's ears. His eyes were nearly red when he lunged forward and wrapped both his hands around your neck. Before you could respond, the curly-haired merc slammed you against your own living room wall continuing to squeeze the air out of your lungs.

Marc panted as his face hovered above your own, merely inches between your lips, allowing his cool breath to fan over your face.

"Shut. Up," he lowly growled through gritted teeth. His tone could've convinced anyone that he was angry and boiling with rage, but in his eyes, you could see something else:

Lust.

Your constant insults and threats were driving him crazy in a way he never thought he could enjoy until now.

You smirked maniacally up at him, the lack of airflow shooting straight between your legs. "You keep choking me like this, I might end up making a mess on my own floors, Spector," you whispered.

"Go ahead, do it, you fucking slut," he spat.

You may have been desperately horny, but in no universe would you let anyone talk to you like that and get away with it.

Not for free anyways...

So you skillfully grabbed each of his hands and ripped them off your throat before extending your own hands and wrapping them around Marc's neck. His eyes widened in surprise as you switched your positions, making sure to slam him harshly against the wall.

"If we're gonna do this," you began, panting from your own arousal, "you don't get to be in charge, Spector," you leaned close enough for your lips to graze his earlobe, "I do."

You grabbed his ear in between your lips and gently nipped it, gaining a groan from the man. You'd never imagine him to be this submissive, especially not this fast, but it seems there's a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector.

"Look at you," you harshly whispered, your lips trailing down his sharp jawline, "groaning like a bitch in heat and I barely touched you."

Marc sharply inhaled while you sucked marks onto his stubbled jaw. He could barely concentrate long enough to snap back at your remark.

You used your free hand to slide up beneath the incredibly tight t-shirt he had been wearing and couldn't help but smile at the shiver that your touch sent through his body.

"You like when I touch you like this?" you cooed with pouty lips, intentionally taunting him, "You like the way my hands feel right...here?" your hand traveled further south with your words. A strangled groan sounded from his throat when you briefly palmed his growing erection through his tight jeans.

You could see him fighting his instincts to overpower you and take back control as you pressed chaste kisses on the corner of his mouth.

Soon enough, he gained back focus and brought a hand forward to grip your waist through the tank top you had been wearing. He used his hold on you to pull you flush against him in an attempt to relieve the tension in his jeans.

The sheer strength in his grip made your mouth briefly snap open and a low moan escaped your lips.

Now it was Marc's turn to smirk at you.

But you wouldn't give up the reigns that easily.

You quickly freed yourself from his hold and took a few steps back.

Marc's chest heaved as he watched you with furrowed brows, buzzing with curiosity and possibly excitement about your next moves.

A small grin soon found its way onto your face. Taking care to make a show of your movements, you slowly lifted your arms to remove your top.

Marc's dilated brown eyes followed your every move.

Once your shirt and bra were removed, you were left topless gaining a ravenous stare from Marc.

Not giving him a chance to pounce, you turned around and walked towards the soft couch on the other side of the room.

Marc followed behind you eagerly, all the while appreciating the view of you from behind, (something he had caught himself doing many times before.)

"Take off your clothes and sit down, Spector," you commanded him with a sure yet airy tone. Marc was shocked to find himself quickly obeying your orders, but with eyes like yours and a voice like that, you'd be able to get him to lift up a planet with ease.

It took Marc mere seconds to do what you asked. You followed suit by removing the rest of your clothes except your underwear.

The brunette man sat in the center of your couch with his arms splayed across the back, looking up at you with a cool expression on his face. But his eyes betrayed his true eagerness.

You took a few steps forward to meet him and carefully positioned yourself to straddle his naked legs.

The moment your skin met his, Marc sharply inhaled and brought his hands to grab your ass cheeks.

"Somebody's eager," you taunted as you began to torturously grind your clothed front against his firm member.

"I can feel your wetness through your panties, sweetheart. You want this as much as I do."

He had a point there.

You then brought your hands up his toned abdomen and at rest on each side of his neck before leaning in to press your breasts against his chest.

"Well, then," you softly spoke, "let's get on with it."

An unseen force pulled your lips crashing down against Marc's soon after. Your teeth and tongue clashed deliciously, neither of you being able to get enough.

You felt him rub his large palms against the smooth skin of your bare waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You rocked your covered pussy particularly hard against Marc's pulsing erection. This gained you a low moan from him, which you took as an opportunity to shove your tongue in between his wet lips, deepening the already heated kiss.

Your hands tangled within Marc's hair, your mouths continuing to move in a perfect dance, before you felt a sharp sting against your ass.

This gained Marc an impressed yelp from your lips. "Stop teasing," he scowled.

You couldn't help but laugh at the desperation in his tone. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want, Marc Spector," you smiled, your fingers lightly swiping over his swollen lips.

It was almost as if you were in a dream sequence when you looked down at the adonis of a man beneath you. His chocolate eyes were fully locked onto yours while he gripped your hips with the force of a thousand suns. You were positive it would leave bruises the next day but you couldn't care less. His defined chest and arms glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and you suddenly felt the urge to lick them.

"Like what you see, sunshine?" he smiled up at you, trying to hide the fact that he had been taking in your features and was in awe of them as well.

"Hmm mhm," you confessed, "Let me show you just how much," you said, starting to slide off Marc's lap and onto your knees before him.

"Hey," he called out in an attempt to stop you, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." You were surprised to hear that his tone was genuine.

But it just made you want to suck his cock even more.

"I really want to," you nodded with a teasing grin.

"Besides, I would never pass up the opportunity to hear you groaning and twitching like a little bitch, Spector," you taunted him as you softly gripped the base of his large dick. You were almost scared by his girth and length, never having been with a man with anything close to it before, but you did not allow your face to betray your shock.

"Is that a challenge?" Marc referenced your teasing.

"Sure, why not," you shrugged.

Marc made himself comfortable and rested his hands behind his head with a pleasant smile. He could tell from your expression that you were intimidated by his size and that made his grin grow wider.

You made sure to hold eye contact with him as you slowly licked up the small pool of precum that had gathered around his tip. You held back a moan at how good he tasted

His resolve nearly broke the moment your tongue touched him.

You wasted no time and wrapped your eager lips around nearly half of Marc's length, catching him by surprise.

"Fuck!" he sharply groaned at the sudden motion.

You quickly removed your mouth from around him. "Would you like me to stop?" you asked, damn well knowing the answer.

"Absolutely the fuck not," Marc panted. He then brought one of his hands to rest in your hair and guided your lips back to his throbbing cock.

But you immediately slapped away his hand. "Keep your hands to yourself or I will put my clothes back on and go to bed," you lied, wanting to establish even more control over him.

"You wouldn't fucking dare," Marc quickly sat up.

"You're right, I wouldn't," you didn't spare another second before attaching your lips back onto Marc's cock.

This time you were determined to unravel him even more, so you began to bob your head up and down on his length. Drool soon ran down the side of your lips as you were barely able to fit Marc's cock into your mouth, and you were nowhere near the base.

But he was still losing it.

From the side of your eye, you could see Marc gripping your couch harshly, taking deep and controlled breaths.

You decided to make things even harder.

Releasing his cock from the onslaught of your mouth, you slid back up onto the couch and resorted to using your hand to cover more ground.

As your hand gripped Marc's cock and began to stroke, you kissed along the side of his neck, causing him to swallow harshly in an attempt to hold himself back.

"Come on Marc, let go," you whispered as you quickened your hand's jerking pace, "I know you want to," you added before licking a stripe below his ear.

You were driving Marc insane. And he could barely form words to let you know it, but you could see it.

Your hand began to work Marc's cock even faster while you continued to litter his neck with kisses and bruises, causing his breathing to pick up. He began thrusting his hips upwards to meet your downward jerking, desperate for more friction and release.

"Cum for me, Marc," you urged him before turning his head towards you for a deep kiss on his lips.

"You're too fucking good at this, Y/N," he softly groaned, taking care to hold your stare.

"I'm good at a lot of other things too," you grinned.

The sounds of your hand jerking off Marc's cock echoed in your apartment as tides of pleasure coursed through him.

"Fuck I'm gonna-"

But Marc couldn't finish his sentence because at that moment you swiftly removed your hand from around his dick.

"What the hell?" he complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry were you really gonna cum before me?" you tilted your head.

Marc's eyes narrowed in your direction, his sharp jaw clenching in annoyance at your denial of his orgasm.

"This is my house, Marc, I come first," you held back a giggle at your double entendre.

You were elated to see Marc grow even more eager at your words.

Before you knew it, you felt your body be dragged from the arm of the couch and into the middle, and your legs pushed open soon after. The tear of cloth sounded through the room when Marc swiftly removed your panties and threw them to the side.

A moan slipped from your lips as you watched Marc wet his lips and then his fingers. This man was sex on legs.

"Oh fuck," you groaned when he leaned down and licked a stripe up your dripping pussy.

Your moans grew sloppier as he began to eat you like a man starved while massaging your clit with his fingers.

"Yes, oh God, yes don't stop Marc," you panted, your hands soon finding their way into Marc's messy curls.

He slowly inserted two fingers into your hole. "You're so fucking tight, sunshine," Marc commented as he skillfully used his fingers to pleasure you.

"Keep going," you replied before bringing his head back into your pussy.

But Marc surprised you once again when he removed his hands and mouth from you completely and picked you up, as if you were nothing more than a feather, and carried you to where your large bed lay in the corner of the room.

You giggled once he dropped you onto the soft mattress, watching him slide above you. He wore a gorgeous smile on his face as he held you in place and pushed a strand of hair away from your face.

His stare was so meaningful and intimidating that you found yourself blushing.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he softly spoke.

"So are you," you found yourself replying with a smile, and meaning it.

Marc leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. But this time, the kiss was softer and more gentle.

You found yourself enjoying the intimate act more than you expected and leaned into the kiss. A foreign feeling bubbled in your stomach as you continued to kiss Marc.

But you soon felt him pulling away.

Not long after, however, you felt something smooth and wet against your breasts.

You opened your eyes to see him sucking one of your perked nipples into his mouth while his free hand played with the other. Your body tinged with pleasure as Marc switched between your tits, even lightly nipping at your nipples a few times.

All the while his eyes never left yours.

You reached down and ran your hand through his hair, which was now moistened with sweat. "I want to sit on that pretty face of yours," you suddenly suggested.

"You read my mind baby."

You both quickly moved into the proper positions, with your body hovering above his hungry mouth. He roughly gripped your thighs and looked up at you through his thick lashes.

"Tap on my legs if I'm suffocating you," you softly told him, "I'd rather you not die before I get to fuck you."

Marc, however, was not the least bit concerned and harshly pulled you down onto his lips.

"Shit!" you loudly squealed as his tongue immediately went back to work on your clit.

You soon gripped his head and began rocking back on forth on his mouth.

The mercenary moaned his approval at your movements which shot straight through your pussy and made you gasp.

"I'm gonna cum already, fuck," your chest heaved.

Marc's hand moved up to squeeze your ass as you picked up speed, riding his face even harder.

You grew worried about him running out of air beneath you and slowly tried to lift yourself up, but Marc's grip on your butt kept you in place.

He wouldn't mind dying like this, he thought to himself.

Your moans grew high pitched and Marc's tongue moved at a more rapid pace initiating your orgasm.

The repeated brush of his perfectly pointy nose against your clit was all it took for that dam to break.

"Holy fuck-" you slammed a hand over your mouth to hold back a scream as you came all over Marc's mouth.

He had no issue swallowing every bit of your slick that he could, holding you upright while your legs quivered on the sides of his head.

A few seconds passed and you realized that Marc was fully prepared to continue devouring your cunt despite the severe orgasm that rocked you.

"Ease up, soldier," you giggled down at him, forcing your legs free of his hands.

"You taste fantastic, sunshine," he finally relented. You moved over to lay by his side, trying not to get lost in the way he looked at you.

"You eat pussy like a demon," you both laughed, your hand caressing the side of his face.

Marc wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

He swallowed the moan that left you as your own taste flooded your senses.

His kisses were intoxicating.

Marc slowly shifted to hover over your body, not yet breaking the sloppy kiss.

But you caught his shoulder and shoved him onto his back before positioning yourself on his lap. "Uh, uh," you smirked, leaning down to press a wet kiss to his neck.

Marc used one hand to smack your ass while the other lined his painfully hard cock with your entrance. "You gonna let me fuck you, or what?" he grinned up at you, his gruff tone and rough accent making you wetter.

You shut him up promptly by reaching around and gripping his dick, gaining a deep groan from him. You then slowly guided him into your soaking cunt, loudly moaning from the stretch.

It was initially painful but with Marc pressing kisses to your neck and whispering praises in your ears, the pain disappeared quickly.

"There you go baby," he slowly guided your hips up and down his length.

Your shared moans echoed all throughout your room as you began riding Marc's cock even faster.

By now, he was fully inside you and with every thrust, he hit your g-spot perfectly.

"You feel so good around me sunshine," Marc wrapped his arms around your back, cradling you closer to his chest.

His words caused you to briefly clench around him which only drove him to fuck up into you harder.

But then you used all your strength to push him flat onto his back before diving down to wrap your hands around his neck.

Marc was grinning like a maniac as you choked him while bouncing on his cock.

He never thought he'd enjoy being controlled but seeing you take what you want, and use him just the way you want, made his head spin.

Freeing himself from your grip on his neck, Marc secured his hold on you and switched your positions.

Your eyes widened as Marc was now on top of you, smirking while his hands found their way around your neck. "My turn," he whispered before ramming his fat cock into your sopping hole.

"Marc! Fuck!" you loudly moaned, pleasure attacking you in waves as Marc set a brutal pace inside you. That coupled with the lack of air from his grip around your neck had your orgasm slamming into you.

"Cum on my cock baby, I got you," he talked you through it.

Marc then used one hand and reached down to skillfully rub your clit, hoping to push you farther over the edge.

You felt tears of pleasure spring from your eyes as Marc's relentless pounding and his fingers prolonged your orgasm into another one.

He eased the pressure on your neck and slowed his thrusts before leaning down to kiss where your tears met your cheek.

"You're doing so good for me sunshine, keep going," he grinned, using a hand to wipe away the layer of sweat that formed on your forehead.

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him. "That was fucking intense," you panted, your legs still twitching as Marc began slowly rocking into you again.

"Well don't slow down on my account," you urged him.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest at your demand. But things took a turn when he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

Marc held both your hands behind your back with a vice grip as he fucked his length back into your sex.

"Fuck yes, harder Marc," you shouted.

Marc pulled your upper body to his chest with both arms and pounded into you with fury.

"This is what you wanted right?" he sneered into your ears, maintaining his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, God, yes-" you babbled.

His pace eventually grew sloppy, telling you he was reaching his own orgasm soon.

You turned your head to see his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to hold back. "It's okay Marc," you kissed beneath his earlobe, "I need you to cum inside me, lemme feel you."

Marc's breathing began to pick up at your plea. "Shit," he panted and thrust into you one more time. The force with which he fucked into you was enough to garner another orgasm from you instantaneously.

A pathetic whine left your lips as you felt his cock twitch before painting your walls with his warm cum.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you both came down from your highs. Marc slowly withdrew from your heat with a satisfied groan. He then guided you to carefully lie down.

Spent from the day's activity, you complied and tried to rid your mind of its haze.

You managed to catch the sight of Marc walking into your bathroom and couldn't fight the smile that appeared when he returned with a damp rag.

"You didn't have to do that for me," you said as he gently spread your sore legs and used the rag to clean the remnants of him.

"Why do you refuse to let people take care of you?" he smiled with furrowed brows, continuing to clean between your legs.

"No, you buffoon," you rolled your eyes, "I was going to go pee anyways, so you're literally wasting your time."

"Oh."

You laughed at his dumbfounded expression. "Thanks though," you quickly kissed his forehead before making your way to the bathroom.

And then it was his turn to laugh when you stumbled into the closest wall in an attempt to walk normally.

His laughs continued despite your protests but he stood and approached your crumpled figure.

"Need a hand, sunshine?" he teased you.

You glared up at him through your lashes and reluctantly accepted his help.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" you raised a brow as he guided you to your bathroom.

"You didn't seem to mind it when I was fucking your brains out, sunshine."

A/N: I started this in June and finally finished it even tho it's fucking December LMAO

Remember to comment, like, and reblog! And feel free to send in more requests! ( to my dom!Peter Parker request, I'm making it happen I promise)

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slayingqueenchal · 11 months

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busy days | marc spector x f!reader

Warnings : mentions of steven and Jake, but marc is fronting, ANGST, before harrow, ammit, and they already know about eachother

Summary : feels like the boys doesn't care for you anymore, read to find out!

"Sorry sweetheart, Khonshu needs me"

"Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry but I can't go"

"Sorry, maybe we'll do it on Wednesday? I'm busy"

And so many other. You feel empty. Back before all of this, you used to cuddle every night, be all lovely, and even when this happened he still tried as hard as he could to get an extra minute to spend with you. But now, it's as if he doesn't even bother.

Even now, everything is some how your fault. When you gave him a book, a simple book at his birthday he was angry. After he told you about his mom, you understood, and that was your fault.

You couldn't do this anymore. He's always busy with work and, the only person that truly makes an effort is steven.

Still that wasn't enough. One time, he told you he asked you if you wanted to go on a date, and you obviously said yes, but, no one was by your side when you left the restaurant.

One time you held a birthday party, and you invited some friends from work and him. But no one came. If it was your co workers it would make sense, but your own boyfriend?

And, finally when he was home, you finally picked up the courage to tell him.

"Marc? " You said. He has not been Marc for a long time, he's often 'baby' or 'love'. You'd expect for him to notice, but he doesn't, getting a cold reply "what? Can't you see I'm tired".

"Marc. I think I need to take a break" You said, sitting on the couch. "Sleep" The guy said. "Marc! How-how much of an idiot can you be! You spread all of your love and care and when you come home there's none left for me! So I'm ending this! It's for the better anyways" You said. Strong, strong, you are strong, y/n you repeated to yourself.

"What? For the better? You're breaking up with me? " Marc says In shock, as his eyes move to you. "Yes, Marc, I'm breaking up with all of you".

"No, no, no, i-ill fix this, i-what do you want I can give it to you" He begs. "For you to stay here for at least one week at a row" You said,simple, just one week.

"Love, you know khonshu is not negotiable" Marc says, walking closer to you. "Then, neither is our relationship" You cried. And you felt so defeated when you let him hug you.

"This is our first hug in a few months, funny how it's when we're about to break up" You scolded. "No were not, we're not going to break up, I'm going to talk to khonshu, we're gonna be just fine"

"No, Marc, I need to take a break, and, I need a little getaway too, we're not breaking up I just, need space" You said, ending the long hug.

"Okay, I understand, but please come back, yeah?" The accent changed, and suddenly it was steven. "Of course ill comeback".

You didn't. You haven't came back since that awful night. And that was six months ago.

And finally Marc gets a taste of his own medicine. He has never felt more lonlier. Sure he had steven and Jake, but, he felt empty.

These days, Jake has been fronting the most. It's because he's the strongest mentally and physically amongst the three. So, Jake has been cruel. Now he works more for khonshu, and kills people without a single drop of mercy.

Steven has been miserable, he never really talks anymore, when he fronts he gets drunk, he's just a messed up guy now.

But there you were, talking to khonshu in a small, dark, alley.

"Y/n" The tall god says. "What? Now you stalk your avatar exes?" You said. "Sorry, he didn't say anything about breaking up. But it is important to me that Marc does well and lately he hasn't. You promised to come back"

"And so does he, he promised to go home and ne an actual caring boyfriend for me, and its not even his fault. It's because of you! He can't even stay home for three days before you ask him to do your work, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving him! And as selfish as this sounds I hope he's feeling miserable because I've never felt so alone and so terrible! " You said wanting to leave. B

Suddenly, someone grabbed your wrist. "Oh funny! You're here! Did you set this up? " You looked at Marc, then khonshu. "I'll go now" The God says, disappearing into thin air.

"Are you guys besties now? Partner in crime? " You scoffed. "Y/n I'm sorry, please just listen"." Fine, I bet I won't even hear a thing anyways" You looked away.

"If you come back with me I'll stop working for him" Marc says, half begging, half demanding. "M-marc that's not fair, Steven loves this whole thing with Egyptian gods, Jake practically worships him, you can't just quit it"

"I can actually, if that means I can have you back just please" He begged. "Marc.. You swear you love me right? ", " Right", "that's all I need to know. Go back to khonshu, cause, you gotta love your self too and you, Steven, and Jake kinda love this job" You said.

"We-we kinda love this job but we love you! Please y/n" Marc cries, which was a rare thing. "I love you too, but I just can't, alright? We should just stay what we used to be before this chaotic thing and I know that wouldn't happens so no, we can't go back with each other.

You left, expecting miracle to happen,but, the world just got darker.

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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Daya, I'm brining a thot to your yard- it's me.

I had an idea :

khonshu avatar !Miguel o'hara or Marc Spector × chubby Hathor avatar f!reader.

You know how Hathor and Khonshu are a thing and that's in conflict with Miguel or Marc x reader because they're not fans of each other at all, they're both grumpy x grumpy dripping with sarcasm.

They end up having to spend time together because of some mission and now they're trying not to jump each other whole time Khonshu and Hathor are just veeeery encouraging so they make a plan to make it happen.

Give them that good good nsfw 🖤

adieu.

hate to love you

pairing: moon knight miguel o’hara x chubby hathor fem reader

contents: ex-lovers-enemies-lovers (?), use of toy, mentions of blood, oral (f receiving), riding, slapping, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, choking, and cowgirl

a/n: idk if i’m being too self-critical or if this is acc ass but i hope y’all enjoy 😭 sorry it took me so long btw

word count: 6k

A loud knock on your front door shook you from your thoughts while you were cleaning, wiping your hands on the apron that you were wearing before walking over to the door. You opened up the door just a crack, a loud groan erupting from your throat once you saw Miguel standing there with his hands in his pocket. Once many moons ago, his presence would've filled you up with joy but it now only brought feelings of sadness and anger. "Before you close the door, just hea-" you closed the door before he got the chance to finish speaking, unable to face him again.

The last time you'd seen Miguel was last year in your shared apartment in Cairo while you were breaking up with him. He left you after the passing of your daughter for five months, effectively ignoring your calls and messages. You'd even tried to track him down but every attempt that you made just felt like you were chasing after a ghost. Though you tried to convince yourself that he was mostly likely dead to justify his prolonged absence, you couldn't help but wonder if it was just that he didn't want to be with you. When he came back though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder like he'd never left.

"I'm sorry that I left you for so long, I just couldn't fathom the loss of our daughter," he told you after he pulled away, his eyes scanning over your body like he was trying to make sure it was you. You took a couple seconds to let his words run through your mind, looking at him blankly. "You couldn't fathom the loss of Gabriella? What about me?! I needed you!" you yelled at him, your hands forming into fists while tears ran down your cheeks. “I know, I know. But at least I'm here now," he offered, extending his hands out to embrace you in a hug once more. You stepped back from him, a dry chuckle escaping from your lips.

"For how long, Miguel? It used to me and you fighting side by side, but now something's always gotta come up. First it was Khonshu’s demands and now it's the loss of our daughter. Dating you feels like I'm dating nobody," you responded bitterly, your eyes stinging from the tears you were holding back. "You know about my debt to Khonshu. You know I can't deny him anything," his response came out monotone, like a mantra he repeated to himself to justify his actions. "I don't wanna see you anymore. Get out," your voice cracked as you spoke, cursing yourself inside for showing him that vulnerability.

"You know I can't control her," you overheard Hathor speak, certainly talking to Khonshu. "Please mami, don't do this to me. I promise I'll stick around this time," he pleaded with you, getting down on his knees as he held your hands in his. Seeing him like this almost made you want to forgive him, almost. "You said that the last couple times. Get off me and get out," you tried to muster up the same nonchalant tone he used, your voice still wavering from the tears you were withholding. Miguel stood up to his feet, his hands still holding yours as he looked down at the floor. "Alright, I'm sorry."

You ended up moving out of the apartment, unable to face the memories that the four walls held. The first time you guys inaugurated every surface, the times that you two shared a meal together, and your whispered prayers for a hope that he would be okay. While you were cleaning up the apartment, you found a wedding ring in one of Miguel’s jackets. You held it close to your chest, allowing yourself to break down since he left. Though you didn't take much with you, you ended up taking the wedding ring with you to Nueva York.

Loud pounding on the door broke you out of the memories, the door's hinges seeming to loosen with every fist that he took to it. "I'm not leaving until we have a conversation. Please!" Miguel pleaded, his pounding stopping only so you'd hear his words. "I need you," his words came out more hushed this time, his hands going back to pounding on the door afterwards. You convinced yourself that you were only opening the door to avoid any noise complaints from your neighbors despite the certain pull that you felt towards him.

"What do you want?" Your tone came out brisk and cold, the door slightly ajar as you eyed him. It didn't help your resolve at seeing his painfully handsome physique, the time apart definitely doing him good. "I need your help with something urgent. Do you mind if I come in? It's not safe to talk about out here," he responded, stepping closer to the door. You opened up the door to let him in, making some distance between the two of you by going to check up on the pot in the oven. He slid off his shoes, sitting down at the dinner table.

You poured yourself a bowl of soup, sitting down across from him as you blew on it slightly to cool it down. "You're not gonna give me any?" He asked, the words seeming to die down in his throat once he spotted your glare. "As if I would waste leftovers on you. Now get to the point and talk," you told him, bringing the spoon up to your mouth. You heard the sound of a flute playing, soft melodies filling up the house only to spot Hathor sitting down on the couch with a smile on her face. "So basically I need your help getting this ancient scroll from this collector. He's having a ball later this week and I was wondering if you'd be my partner for the mission."

The spoonful of soup that you'd taken came out of your nose when he finished speaking, and you quickly rushed to wipe up the mess you made. Miguel rushed over to the kitchen, handing you a glass of water to ease with the coughing. Hour hands brushed up against his, the same spark that you'd felt before returning before you quickly snatched the cup away from him. "And why do you need me to help you? You're very insistent on handling things yourself," you responded, not missing the opportunity to land a dig on him. "Please. Khonshu’s not exactly friends with the other gods and you know I wouldn't be here if I didn't really need you," he told you, his eyes locking straight to yours.

A scoff escaped from your throat, glancing back over at him as you folded your arms. "So you're here because I'm a last resort? Great way to seal this deal," you retorted, going back to eating your soup. A loud groan came from his throat, his hands digging into his scalp as he looked down at his feet. "As much as I need your help, I'm not gonna beg for it. I hope you choke on that damn soup," he grumbled, standing up and tossing the chair to the side before he left. Hathor’s music ceased playing once he left, appearing in front of you with a condescending look on her face. "Absolutely not."

You'd thought that Hathor would leave you alone after the way you acted in front of Miguel, wishful thinking on your part really. "Just help him out, what do you have to lose?" She told you, waking you up at four in the morning. You grabbed the pillow underneath you, covering your ears with it despite the fact you knew it wouldn't work with her. "Pleaseee. Just do me this favor and I'll give you a shortened contract than the one we have right now," she spoke up once more, appearing in the corner of your room. You were aware of the fact that she could take over your body and treat you as her marionette, so you could appreciate that she was willing to bargain. "Fine. Now please let me sleep."

The day of when the party was supposed to be, you stumbled over a box in your front step while you were heading out to get the mail. You brought the box, taking caution on opening it just in case it was one of the artifacts that you'd bid on recently. Inside the box however, laid a green ball gown with a matching pair of lingerie, a note sticking to the side of the box. Miguel’s handwriting covered the sticky note, thanking you for agreeing to do it and telling you to wear the dress since it'd match his suit. You had half the mind to defy him and end up wearing something else, but you couldn't help but feel enchanted while you tried the dress on.

"Get your damn hand off me," you snapped at Miguel when he tried to help you out the car, his hand lingering on yours. "I would but what husband would I be if I didn't help you get out," he mused, seemingly more amused by the situation than you. He placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you into the house, the same way that he used to do when you two were dating. You pushed his hand away, deciding to do something safe and place your hand on his arm. Even just from the outside, you could tell that the estate was expensive by the way that the flowers were cut and arranged.

Miguel attempted to include the two of you in others' conversations so as to not appear out of place, but you could tell that the two of you stuck out like a sore thumb. "Maybe if you got rid of that scowl on your face people would be eager to talk to us," Miguel whispered in your ear once the two of you snuck out to get a glass of champagne. You could only glare at him in response, jolting upright as you felt a vibration in your core. Your eyes could practically shot daggers at Miguel as you watched the stupid smirk on his face. "Estate calmada and maybe I'll slow it down," he whispered, turning up the level before walking away. (stay calm)

You excused yourself to the bathroom after five minutes, needing a break from the vibrations in your core. Your panties were covered in your slick when you pulled them down, a sense of relief hitting you once you took them off. You were planning on camping out in the bathroom for a couple minutes, a buzzing sound coming from your phone interrupting your thoughts.

devil spawn: Don't think you're getting out of this so easily

Shocking bastard. You let out a small grumble, taking the opportunity to wipe down the slick dripping down from your thighs before putting the panties back on. The vibrations continued to hit your clit with every movement that you made, the low volume only getting you in a worse mood than you already were. You tried to calm your expression as you walked back over to Miguel, wrapping your hand around his arm to keep up the appearance. "I was starting to think you disappeared, mi amor," he spoke up, introducing you to one of the other collectors in the party.

The vibrations intensified when you stuck your hand out to introduce yourself to the man, your smile wavering by the second. You squeezed your thighs together to help satiate the need you had in between your legs, shaking the man's hand as if nothing was bothering you. He and Miguel got into a conversation about some antiques in Egypt, the man excluding you from the conversation completely. A moan escaped from your lips when you felt the vibrations intensify, quickly covered up with a cough when the man turned to look at you. He looked at you for a couple seconds before shrugging and going back to his conversation with Miguel.

"I'm about to stick this heel up your ass, I swear," you muttered just low enough for Miguel to hear. He rolled his eyes, excusing himself to the man before grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. "Either we get killed or you just stand there like a good girl and take what I'm giving to you. It's not like you don't deserve it," he responded, raising his hand up with a smile to salute the man despite the bitter tone that he'd used with you. "You're the last person I want to be with right now, so cool it and I might consider stopping the vibrator, hm?" His whisper came out in the most condescending tone possible, taking your arm as he led the two of you back to the man.

A loud clink on a glass interrupted every conversation, silence filling up the room until footsteps were heard. Ammit's avatar presented themselves, thanking everybody for showing up to the event and started to speak about some of the artifacts that would be up for auction tonight. "I’m gonna go and look for the scroll. You're responsible for appearances," you craned your neck to speak up to him, his nod being the only confirmation. You stepped off to the side while everybody was looking away, walking up the white marble stairs as quietly as you could.

You snuck into a couple of the rooms upstairs, unable to find anything before stopping in front of the bookshelf of what you assumed was the master bedroom. You touched around, applying soft pressure to the books to see if there was a trap door behind. "Try Metamorphosis by Kafka," you heard behind you, only to be met with Miguel standing in the doorway. "Right, because you would know," you grumbled to yourself, pulling the book despite your protests. The bookshelf moved to one side, allowing entry to the hidden room behind it. "I'd say I would know," Miguel responded, a cocky grin on his face as he grabbed the book from you and placed it back on the shelf.

You spent the walk down the stairs fuming to yourself, Miguel’s chuckle interrupting you from your thoughts. "For the record, I only know that since he and I used to be friends," he told you as the two of you reached another door at the bottom of the stairs. You opened up the door, gold reflecting off the surfaces as you walked in. You and Miguel separated, deciding to take the room by small sections as the two of you sought out for the scroll. After a couple minutes of searching, Miguel called out to you to tell you that he'd found the scroll.

The two of you were about to walk out of the room and head back to the party when the sound of a walkie talkie came through. "Requesting backup in the master bedroom. There appears to be some intruders," a gruff, male voice spoke into it as he attempted his best to keep his voice hushed. You looked over at Miguel panicked, his eyes darting around the room to figure out an escape plan. He grabbed onto your wrist, pulling one of the artifacts on the shelf to open up a hidden closet in the walls. The two of you clamored inside, attempting to get comfortable in the confined space.

"You're stepping on my shoe," you complained to Miguel, your voice barely above a whisper as you did. "Shut up, you're gonna get us killed," he responded, moving a bit further away from you to get his foot off. The main door opened, loud bootsteps echoing as the men stepped inside. You tried to keep your movements to a minimum, but you couldn't help the fact that you were starting to feel claustrophobic in the space. "Stop moving so much, you're making me uncomfortable," Miguel muttered from behind you, keeping his voice as quiet as he could. "Shut up. You're stressing me out," you hissed back at him, trying to calm yourself down before you ended up getting a panic attack.

Miguel held your hand throughout the process, telling you that you wouldn't be in here for much longer. Your breathing slowed down at the calmness of his words, slowly returning back to normal as you opened and closed your hands. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his auburn ones to see a sense of longing burning inside of them. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his impulsively. You were expecting him to push you away after his initial reaction of shock, but he brought his hand to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. His hand came down to your breast, kneading it to the best of his ability as he continued to engulf your mouth with his.

You pulled away after a couple seconds, seemingly coming back to your senses after listening to the boot steps retreat. You wiped your mouth to try to erase the fact that you'd kissed the man you swore to hate, but the simple fact was that he'd engraved himself into your soul since the first time you met. Miguel pressed a button, the closet door opening to reveal the guards still standing there with their arms by their sides. "Summon the damn suit!" You snapped at him, summoning your own before they got the chance to raise their guns to shoot. The shields protecting your arms managed to cover you as you reached over for one of the guard's guns, hitting him in the head with it.

Your suit was meant more to protect you rather than attack so you were left up to your own devices and agility to defend yourself against the guards. Miguel tossed over one of the moons that rested on his chest to which you used to stab a guard in the neck. Miguel had taken care of most of the guards, leaving them with severe injuries and some dead. You handed the blood stained crescent moon to him, footsteps coming down the stairs as Ammit’s current avatar presented themselves to you two. "I'll distract them and you run," Miguel whispered in your ear, your brows furrowing as you looked at him. "And what about you?" You inquired, feeling slightly worried about how'd he manage. "I'll be fine. You just get out."

The avatar charged straight for you, aware of the fact that you couldn't do much to defend yourself but Miguel tackled them to the ground before they were able to get too close. You hesitated for a moment on leaving him alone before running off back up the stairs. The suit vanished and you were clad in the green dress once more, the blood from the guards dripping down the side of your face. You wiped it away in the spare bathroom, deciding to go back to your apartment before any of the guards caught on to who you were.

"What do you think about him going back to her place?" Hathor spoke up when Miguel finished the fight, glancing over at Khonshu. "Doesn't she hate him?" The bird responded, only making himself visible to the other deity as they plan out their matchmaking. "She only hates him because the thought of loving him is so painful," Hathor mused, watching Miguel get threatened by the avatar. "If you don't kill me, I'll make sure to make your little girlfriend's life a living hell," Ammit’s avatar told Miguel, a fire burning inside of Miguel’s eyes. The pair watched as Miguel practically tore apart the body, blood spilling throughout the marble floor.

"Seems like he's still in love too," Khonshu finally responded, watching as Miguel disposed of the other guards standing in place. "Is there any way for you to delay his healing abilities? Suggest that maybe he seeks her out as a nurse," Hathor suggested, glancing over at her ex lover. "His healing capability isn't at its max tonight. It's a crescent moon, but I'll try to slow down the rate he heals at," he told her, watching as Hathor faded away into nothing. Khonshu spent a couple seconds looking into the empty space where Hathor once was, feeling conflicted about his feelings towards her. "Why am I not healing?" Miguel’s voice broke him out of the trance, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike. "I know of a good makeshift nurse who's willing to help."

A loud knock on your door surprised you, your curiosity getting the better of you as you went to go open it. "I know I said that would be the last favor but I was wondering if you'd patch me up," Miguel spoke up, half of his face covered in blood as he staggered to your front step. You opened the door to let him in, his shoes dragging blood across the welcome mat. You helped Miguel take off the shoes, placing them on the mat before helping him sit down at the dinner table. After wetting a kitchen rag, you grabbed your first aid kit and walked back over to him.

"What happened to the avatar?" You asked him as you wiped down the blood on his face. "You sure you want to know?" He responded, seeming to avoid your gaze as you cleaned him up. "You already did kill those guards so I'm not sure why you're avoiding the topic," you pointed out, grabbing a cotton pad and dipping it in rubbing alcohol. You'd been aware for a while of the fact that Miguel had a kill if necessary rule placed among himself, the lines faltering every so often with Khonshu’s interference. "I guess they found out I had a.. weakness when it came to you and basically said that as long as they were alive, they'd never leave you alone," he finally responded, your eyes widening as you tried to process the information.

"What type of weakness are you referring to?" You finally asked him, bandaging up a cut on the side of his cheek. "You know. No te hagas la tonta," he responded, a small hissing escaping from his lips as he felt the rubbing alcohol seep into the cut. (don’t act stupid) "If I knew I wouldn't be asking," you told him, sitting back down across from him. "The weakness is that I'm still so in love with you that I'm willing to kill anyone that even utters your name in the wrong tone," his answer surprised you, but what surprised you even more is the fact that you didn't feel the supposed hatred you conditioned yourself to feel for him. All you felt was concern for his well-being and maybe, just maybe, a smidge of love for him as well.

"So now it's my turn to ask the questions. Why'd you kiss me back there?" He inquired, leaning over a bit on the table as he looked straight into your eyes. "Something I did out of the moment," you responded, avoiding his gaze as you cleared your throat. "So if I kissed you right now, would you push me away?" The question came out hushed, like he wanted to keep it just for your ears only. You nibbled down on your bottom lip, unwilling to answer him since you knew that you were already starting to feel the initial attraction that you once felt towards him.

He leaned in slowly, giving you the time to back out if you wanted. When he realized that you stayed sitting still, he tilted your chin up and pressed his lips against yours. He started the kiss off slow, sensual enough to get you used to the taste of him once more before his tongue dipped into your mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair, wanting to make up for the past year that he hadn't been around. "See, you say you hate me yet you kiss like you love me. What's up with that?" he mused, pulling away from the kiss as he looked at you. "You never do shut up, huh?"

You led him into your bedroom, guiding him into your bed as you took off the heels you'd worn for the evening. He helped you unzip the dress, the gown pooling down by your feet once he'd finished. "Lemme taste you. could practically smell you dripping back there," he spoke like it physically agonized him that his head wasn't buried between your legs at the moment. You got down on the bed, watching as he made his way down in between your legs. You couldn't help but hide your upper body with the way that he was looking at you, a carnal stare in his eyes. He pushed your hands away, exposing you to him and pinned them down to the bed.

He started off slow, delivering small kisses on your inner thighs before grabbing your panties with his front teeth. His fangs poked out as he pushed down the panties, sliding them off your ankles with his hands. Your arousal from throughout the night glistened on your cunt as you awaited for him to make the next move, your hand grabbing onto his wrist. "Please," you pleaded, his tongue prodding at your hole ever so slightly. "Please what?" He mused, his eyes meeting yours as his tongue collected the slick dripping on your inner thighs. "You know what!" You grumbled, starting to get frustrated from the lack of stimulation to your cunt. “I don't think I know. Think you'll have to tell me, chula."

You let out a small groan, looking down at him to see that he wasn't going to relent without you doing so first. "Please just eat me out already," you muttered, using the lightest tone of voice you could so as to not injure your pride even more. "I don't think I heard you right. Say that again for me, will you?" He responded, a cocky grin on his face as he looked at you. "Please just eat me out!" You exclaimed, his tongue going into your hole right after you finished speaking. He thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit every time that he moved forward.

He pulled his tongue out of your hole, licking a stripe down from your clit to your folds. You tried to wiggle your hips upward, trying to get more of what he had to give but his hands held your arms in place in what appeared to be an iron grip. "You'll take what I give you and nothing more," he simply said, going back to slurping on your cunt like a starved man. Your ankles dug into the bed as he started thrusting into you faster, his tongue brushing up against your g-spot. "Fuckkk, right there. Keep going," you moaned out, struggling to stay still the longer he kept stimulating that spot.

One of his hands released your arm, drawing lazy circles on your clit as his mouth buried itself into your cunt. The sounds he was making were obscene, slurping you up like you were the finest beverage he could've been offered. Your free hand buried itself into his hair, pushing even further into your cunt as your thighs closed on either side of his head.A loud moan erupted from your throat when the circles on your clit started to get faster, more precise. You started to pull away from him, feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure that you were receiving but he was quick to pull you back down into his mouth. "My mouth isn't leaving your pussy until you cum all over it, understood?"

All you could do is nod as your legs shook with every movement of his fingers, his head moving from side to side as he busied himself on slurping every drop of slick that you provided. You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly, your hands digging into his hair as a warning. He continued at the same pace he was going, thrusting into the spot that he knew would have you coming all over his mouth in seconds. Your release coated his mouth and chin as he pulled away, his tongue doing quick work not to let any go to waste. He got up and leaned over, pressing his lips against yours. The taste of you and him combined was enough to intoxicate you, a little slice of heaven.

"Get up. I wanna see you on top of me," he told you, your legs seeming to work on his command since you'd already finished standing up by the time he finished speaking. He got down on the bed, his back against the bedframe as he expected for you to come over. You got on the bed, your legs on either side of his as you jerked his cock off with your hand before the two of you got started. You lined up his cock with the entrance of your pussy, your previous orgasm making it much easier for you to sink down on him.

You spread your legs open, your hands pressed against his chest for balance as you forced yourself to go up his cock. While riding was something that you usually didn't mind when it came to him, his cock was too big to the point where you needed him to help you at the end. He took your breasts into his hand, kneading them before leaning in to suck on them. You brought your hand down to his hair, your fingers practically digging into his scalp as you sunk down on his cock once more. "Miguel it hurts. It's been too big," you whined, feeling that all too familiar sting in your thighs. "You can do it, mami. I have trust in you. I'll help you out if things get too hard, okay?"

You somewhat established a rhythm, putting all the force into your thighs as you sunk down to his cock and back up again. You came back down on his cock, the sting in your thighs becoming too prominent that you couldn't ignore it anymore. You buried your head into his shoulder, not willing to admit your defeat to him. "You need my help, chula?" He asked you, his hands coming down to your hips as his feet planted onto the bed. All you could do is simply nod, his hips snapping into yours as his cock pushed itself inside of you.

You were sitting upright as his cock molded itself to your cunt, your walls feeling the stretch with every thrust that he took. Your back arched as the ridges of his cock brushed up against your walls, your cunt squeezing his cock completely. Moans escaped from your mouth as he continued with the harsh pace he was going at, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. "Do you moan for everybody you hate or just me?" He mused, his fingers digging deeper into your hips. "J-just you!" you spoke out, your hands coming up to the headboard as you gripped on. His mouth came to your breasts again, swirling your nipple with his tongue and pulling it with his teeth just the slightest bit.

"For someone who says that they hate me so much, you sure are moaning like a little slut for me," he retorted, a stupid smirk on his face as he brought your chin to look at him. You couldn't help but want to wipe that stupid look of his face, your hand making contact with his cheek as you slapped him. You expected more of a reaction out of him, but all he could do was laugh as the mark of your palm lingered onto his skin. "You're gonna regret that, sweet girl," he whispered, his cock pushing deeper into you as his thrusts sped up. His hand came up to your throat, restricting your airflow just by the right amount.

Your hands came down to his hair, gripping at the strands as he continued to fuck into you. As he thrusted into you, you felt him brush up against your g-spot resulting in a choked up moan erupting from your throat. "Right there! Right there, please don't stop," you didn't know what exactly you were babbling for at this point, only planning to keep him at the angle that he was going for. He chuckled at seeing your fucked out state, his fingers sure to leave bruises on your hips by tomorrow as he tightened his grip on them. His hips snapped up against your ass with every thrust, the room filling up with the combined sounds of your moans and the skin clapping.

His mouth replaced the hand on your neck, kissing the side of it before sucking on the skin. He was planning on leaving you marked up, claiming you as his despite the fact he knew that this wouldn't fix your relationship completely. He let out a small groan as your fingers dig deeper into his scalp, relishing in the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure. "That's it, good girl. Practically milking my cock with the way you're gripping around me," he mused, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as the two of you neared your orgasm. One of his hands came down from your hip to your clit, stimulating the nub to your liking. He rolled his thumb around it, drawing small circles.

"Please let me cum!" you pleaded, his mouth forming into a sadistic smirk while his hand worked on your clit. "I don't think so, you're gonna hold it for that little stunt you pulled. If you cum before I give you permission, just know that there'll be even bigger consequences," he responded, the circles on your clit starting to speed up to match the rhythm he was currently abusing your cunt in. Tears rolled down from your cheeks as you struggled to maintain your composure, feeling like a porcelain doll about to break at any second now. He wiped your tears away with his other hand, sticking his thumb in his mouth while your salty tears coated his tongue.

"Beg me for it and I might consider letting you cum," he spoke, your eyes watering the more that kept teasing you. "Please! I'll be good for you, I promise! Just let me cum!" You sounded pathetic even to yourself, but you couldn't think of anything more than the release he was withholding from you. "Alright, cum for me," he responded, keeping the same pace he'd been going at. Your head arched back as your mouth opened into a 'o' shape, indicating that your orgasm would be any second now. You clamped around him tightly, his cock barely moving inside of you with how hard you had a grip on him. Your arousal coated his cock as you unclenched, your slick coating the insides of your thighs and his.

Ropes of cum shot up inside your cunt a few more thrusts later, your head falling down on his shoulder as you started to come down from the euphoria of his orgasm. You didn't allow yourself to think about the fact that you were supposed to be hating him, simply just thinking about how warm his body felt while it was pressed against yours. You brushed a couple of strands away from his forehead, his cock softening up inside of you. He removed his cock from you slowly, getting up to use the bathroom and get a rag for you.

"So I went to our place back in Cairo, looking for a ring. You don't know anything about that by any chance?" He asked you, putting his pants back on as he was getting ready to leave. "Well I just thought that it would be rude to let it stay there," you responded, reaching over to your nightstand to return it to him. You extended your hand out to him, the ring resting on your palm but he shook his head. "Keep it. There's no one that ring belongs to more than you. Nobody can stand to you. I'll see you next time we have to work together," he told you, leaning over to press his lips on your forehead. All you could do is sit up in your bed and watch as he left, his kiss mark imprinting itself into your mind.

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Lust is a Drug.

Marc Spector x f!reader. Angie's first kinktober.

(a/n: i got writer's block! but i just had to put this out as soon as i could finish it and I finally did! and i just realized marc didn't take off reader's undies... mushi said it was ok so i'm not gonna edit it...)

warnings: corruption, breeding, p in v, cheating, reader is in a cult. english is not my first language.

word count: 2,394.

For as long as you can remember, you've never really known the world outside your house. You weren't taught basic math or science, you were just your parents' doll. So when they let you go, after 21 years of being under their control, you wandered off not knowing what to do. You didn't have a diploma or the basic education to even get a job.

And when a couple of nice people invited you to their small town, of course, you accepted. You were provided shelter, food, and clothing. You were as pure as an angel and untouched, and Arthur Harrow set his eyes on you, wanting you for himself. You were the perfect woman.

Of course, you said yes. He was kind to you. He was a decent husband, but your marriage wasn't what you imagined it would be. There was always something missing.

When your husband brought back Khonshu's avatar, you were curious. Finally, someone who knew what the world was like without being as brainwashed as everyone around you.

You poked your head out to watch your husband lead the man to the dining area. Your white dress swayed as you made your way to Arthur's side, holding his arm "How fascinating..." you whispered.

"Don't mind her. This is my wife, just curious like always." Arthur looks at you before patting your head "Dearest, I'd like you to meet Steven Grant and well, Marc Spector."

"It's very nice to meet you." you stared doe-eyed at him. Steven's eyes shifted towards you before nodding "It's nice to meet you too."

"Why don't you go ahead and help with supper, hm? Run along now." Arthur smiles at you before rubbing your back.

"Alright." you obediently nodded as you went off to the other tables. Arthur let out a small laugh "Beautiful, isn't she?"

"Your wife? Yeah, I guess- I mean, she's a real beauty." Steven stammered with his words "She's lovely."

"Don't be so tense. She doesn't bite." Arthur pats his back as they both sit in front of a table.

From afar, you continued to stare at Steven. Your eyelashes fluttered a bit and your body felt like putty. You squealed a bit when your fingertips accidentally graze over a boiling pot.

Right. Kitchen duties.

The night wore out, and you retreated to your quarters, washing yourself. The soft silk of your nightgown rubbed against your skin as you lay down on the sheets. You took a deep breath of the fresh cold air, relaxing your body.

Not long after, your husband joins you. He smiled at you "What do you think, dearest? Think he'll help us?"

"I can tell he's stubborn." you giggled, turning your head towards him.

"Well, Marc Spector is. Steven Grant is... gullible and he'll trust us. You can help gain his trust. You're always the convincing one." His finger boops the tip of your nose before he cups your face with both of his hands.

"If that's what you think best, my love."

He pressed a kiss against your temple "We must rest for tomorrow. You'll keep him company, won't you?"

"I will."

The next day, you dressed in your usual white dress and prepared to welcome Steven to your little town. While Arthur was off doing whatever he does, you stopped by the little cottage Steven was given for last night.

You knocked on the door and patiently waited with a soft smile until he eventually opened it.

"Good morning." you said "I brought you bread. As a welcome."

"Uh, thank you." he nods.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah, go ahead." his British accent was gone, you noticed. You blinked twice before smiling "Marc Spector?"

"Yeah." he opens the door wider "Come in."

"Okay." were you a little scared that it was Marc? Yes. Steven seemed nicer than how Arthur first described Marc to you, but now you were faced with Marc himself.

"My husband wanted me to give you a warm welcome. He has some duties today so he sent me in his place. Did you sleep well?"

"Not bad." he shook his head.

"Good to hear." you nodded "You must be starving-"

"What do you want?" Marc asked you, staring into your eyes.

Your mouth was hung open before you took a deep breath in "I just... want to welcome you. It might be just a visit but I wanted to make you comfortable..."

"Nothing about this whole... thing..." he waved his hand "...is comfortable."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Listen. You can leave. I'll tell Harrow that you did welcome me, and whatever. Just leave." he walks towards you, making you back up against the wall.

"I'm not very fond of lying to my husband..."

"Then keep a secret. Now, leave." Marc points to the door "Thanks for the bread. Now, go."

You felt butterflies in your stomach. You've never felt this way before. But something about this... situation, is making you extremely-

"Go."

"Y-Yes..." you stuttered as you kept eye contact with him. You slowly made your way to the door before walking outside.

Your legs were like jello. You felt an unfamiliar sensation down there, your... core. You gulped before walking back to the town and rushing into your house, running up the stairs. It confused Arthur who had just come home.

You hiked up your skirt when you reached the bathroom and sat on the toilet. You had thought you were on your period— but you weren't.

But clear substance coated your folds. You've never touched it before but you were curious, taking a finger and dipping it inside.

"No... it's a sin..." you quickly pulled your hand away "I mustn't...." you whisper.

You washed your hands and quickly fixed your dress. But the burning sensation in your core never stopped.

That night, you lay in bed alone, your breasts were warm as you placed your palm to feel your heartbeat.

Marc was just so intimidating. The way he looked at you made you feel things you've never felt before.

The way he towered over you, the way he stared at you, and the way he spoke to you...

Your hand was in between your legs again.

You let out a gasp before pulling your hand away and sitting up. Your heartbeat raced and your face heated up, feeling your soaked cotton panties.

Just as you clasped your hands for a prayer, you heard a click from the window, making you snap your head towards it.

The moon shines from behind the white curtain and suddenly the windows slammed open, the cold air hitting your face.

You shivered and covered your eyes from the bright moon before getting out of bed, the soles of your feet touching the cold wooden floor. You made your way to the window to close it.

Until you felt a warm breath against the nape of your neck.

It sent goosebumps down your spine and you turned to find

"Marc?"

His stare was hypnotic. You didn't even notice that he was walking closer to you, trapping you against the window.

He lifted your chin upwards to look at you closer, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. You quivered from under his touch as you fully surrendered yourself to him.

It wasn't right, but Gods did it feel right.

You shot up from the bed, beads of sweat falling down your delicate skin. Arthur was sleeping peacefully beside you and you quickly snapped your head up towards the window to find it closed.

You slipped out of the bed and grabbed a robe before leaving the house, off to see Marc in the cabin.

You didn't even knock.

"Marc?"

His door was wide open and he looked like he was just about to leave. He locked eyes with you "What're you doing here?"

You played with your fingers as you looked down "I-I know some of the townsfolk won't tell me anything about my uh... problems... but I've just been wanting some answers from someone who knows the outside world."

"What do you mean?"

"This morning." you immediately replied "You made me feel something. I don't understand what it was..."

Marc stood silent as he scanned your face. You looked clueless.

"Come in."

The cabin was dark, but moonlight peeked from the curtains. You sat on his bed and you kept eye contact with him, waiting for him to make a move. You weren't sure what but anything would satisfy you just to break the silence.

"How exactly did I make you feel?" Marc slowly approached you on the bed "Tell me.”

You hesitated. You struggled to get the word out, until finally “A-Aroused." It made you feel dirty, unclean, unworthy of your godly husband "I must go, this was a terrible idea-"

Just as you stood up, Marc grabbed your wrist, but he was gentle "Sit back down."

All you could do was stare up at him as you sat back down at his command.

A mischievous smirk curls on Marc's lips as he hears your admission. He pulled back slightly to meet your eyes, his gaze was intense and filled with desire.

"Aroused, huh? Well, well, looks like you aren't as pure as I thought." he says "Tell me, what specifically got you all hot and bothered?" his fingers toy with the tie around your robe, teasingly brushing against the exposed silk of your nightgown.

"I want to know every little detail that got you all worked up. Don't hold back now. I want to help you." truth be told, he already knew.

His other hand cupped your cheek, making your breath hitch as you melted into his warm touch.

"Help me..." you mindlessly repeated. Marc leans in, claiming your lips in a deep hungry kiss.

"Tell me, what do you need from me?" he whispered against your lips.

"I need you..."

Marc hikes up your nightgown, holding your thighs as he knelt. He dips his head towards your core while spreading your legs apart. He could smell your essence from the wet patch of your cotton panties

He trails teasing kisses along your inner thighs, his lips tantalizingly close to where you need him most.

His hands slide up your body, gripping your hips possessively as he positions himself to give you the pleasure you crave. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, his tongue makes contact with your throbbing clit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You gripped the sheets when you felt the sudden pleasure on your sensitive bud “W-Wait…” but you didn't want him to stop.

Marc's mouth works expertly, his lips and tongue exploring every sensitive inch, flicking and teasing with precision. His voice is a seductive melody as he speaks against your skin.

"You taste so good..." he murmurs, looking up at you.

As the pressure builds, Marc's pace quickens, his mouth working fast, driven by the desire to bring you to the edge. He listens to your moans, your gasps, your pleas, adjusting his movements to match your rhythm and intensity.

And as your stomach twisted, Marc's doesn't let up. His tongue flicks over your sensitive clit and went back to dip in between your folds, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.

“Marc…” you whined out a string of incomprehensible words. Marc then lets you wrap your legs around his head, letting him go deeper.

Marc continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, prolonging your release, drawing out every last drop of pleasure. He revels in the way your body shuddered, your moans of ecstasy echoing through the room.

“O-Oh, I… Marc…” your toes curled and you let out a loud moan as you reached your orgasm.

Marc slowly withdraws, his lips leaving a trail of lingering kisses along your inner thighs. He rises to his feet, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

“T-This is a sin…”

“It’s normal. Everyone does it.” he licks his lips clean of you before cupping your face and pressing a kiss on your lips “You’ve never done this before, huh?”

“No…” you shook your head.

“Not even with your husband?” he raises an eyebrow.

“He said it wasn't necessary.”

“That’s a lie, you know? You’ve never experienced pleasure— sex.” Marc’s other hand slides down to hold your breast “I can show you how it feels.”

“But my husband-”

“He won’t know a thing.”

He had you wrapped around his finger. You slowly nodded as you lay down on the bed, his hand guiding you.

His hands find their way to your hips, his touch possessive yet gentle as he got on top of you.

"I’ll go slow." he whispers, his voice gentle and assuring, making your body relax.

Marc pulls down his sweatpants, taking out his already-hardened cock. He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

And then, with a slow thrust, he enters you, filling you. A moan escapes his lips as he relishes the sensation of being inside you. You let out a gasp as his cock overwhelmed you.

"Fuck, you feel so good…” he groans, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "You're so tight, so perfect.”

He started with slow, painfully slow thrusts. Marc let you adjust to his girth and kissed you to ease the new sensation “That’s it… good girl…”

As the pace quickens, Marc's grip tightens on your hips. With each thrust, his cock massaged your walls, and he guides you towards ecstasy.

Marc’s thrusts become more relentless as you let him go faster. His breath was hot against your skin while he drove you both toward a mind-shattering climax. He talks you through it while hitting your g-spot “That’s a good girl…”

And when the release finally crashes over you, Marc continues to move to stuff his cum inside of you, prolonging your pleasure and drawing out every last sensation. He revels in the way your body quivers beneath him, your moans filling the air.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Marc eases his movements, his touch becoming more gentle and tender. He presses soft kisses against your lips “You can keep a secret, right?”

“Yes…” you nodded, a bit hazy from the pleasure “I’ll keep a secret…”

“Good girl.” Marc praised you as he wiped off the sweat from your forehead “Now, do you know where the Scarab is?”

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight system #moon knight smut #x fem!reader #marc spector smut #minispidey kinktober

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qaxqxd · 6 months

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Kinktober 4

♡: Marc Spector x f!reader

Genre: Smut/fluff

Warning: smut, overstimulating, some somnophilia (with consent ofc), little bit of cock warming, oral 69, British slang, mention of Steven and Jake, aftercare <3

Word Count: 0.9k

A/n: MY BELOVED MOON KNIGHT 🫶

Summary: After a long day the boys come home seeing that you couldn't sleep, he helps you.

It was midnight, and they were still not home. You should have gone to sleep but you just weren't able to.

Ever since you met them. Marc and his other alters, you love very much. It's been different. You couldn't sleep alone anymore.

All the night you sleep with him, huddle up close. The warmth you missed. Missed too much to the point you couldn't sleep without him.

You knew he was working doing his duty and he had the suit. The suit of Khonshu's avatar. The Egypt God of the moon.

So there wouldn't be a way he would badly get hurt or die.

But still you couldn't help but worry. All the missions he has to go through, and all the sinful lives he has to get rid off.

You knew it was for the greater good, but if the greater good was months of no sleep, you would have preferred the greater evil.

And God your body was exhausted but you couldn't sleep. It's just been like that for a few weeks.

You sat on the couch watching TV to kill time. There wasn't anything great on the channel, or maybe because it was midnight.

You just finished a shower, so you threw a t-shirt and underwear on. Since you were too lazy to actually put on pants.

Jake sent a message a while ago, saying that they were gonna come home. A while ago was a day ago.

Not too long, but he has been gone for a good three months.

Click.

You looked over to the front door. There was a crack light and a figure, shaped like your boyfriend.

You didn't know who fronted, but you were too tired to find out.

"Luv?" A sweet British accent was heard. It was Steven, nonetheless. "You're not asleep yet?"

"Nope… Was waiting for you guys." You laid your head on him, you mumbled. "Can't sleep, luv?" Steven kissed your forehead, he held you.

"Nuh uh." You spoke. Steven giggled, "s'that my shirt innit?" He dug his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You felt a change of grip. That's when you realized Marc fronted. His hold on you tightens.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting hun." He mumble, pecking you on the lips. That peck turns into a lustful kiss.

Marc laid you down on the couch, his legs in-between yours.

"I'll help you fall asleep to make it up, okay?" He softly whispers to you. You nodded. "Just lemme do it for you."

His kiss trailed down to your thigh. He smirks, realizing you were just in your underwear. He rubs his thumb over the wet spot you had.

You let out a small whimper. He slips off your underwear smoothly. You were wet already under his touch.

He lifted your thigh seeing your wet cunt, he stuck two fingers into your puffed cunt. You let out a lustful moan.

Marc knew you and your sensitive spots. He'd pump his fingers into your small cunt, along with rubbing your clit.

He got you to climax all over his fingers. You rode his fingers to ease your orgasm. Your back arched as you rolled your eyes back into your skull.

Marc chuckled, "Feelin' Good, m?" He kissed your thigh, tracing down to your cunt. You felt his tongue carve into you.

You look down at your cunt. Seeing his eyes connect to yours. He looked hungry, but was willing to share his pleasure.

He knew you too well, all the spot that pleased you the most. His tongue flicked in and out.

You were building up to your second orgasm, as his tongue grinds against you. Your body was exhausted already but it still held on.

As you quickly arrive at your second orgasm. Marc pulled out after, and you heard shuffling around his belt.

Before you felt a warm heat inserted through your slit. You felt a hard cock penetrate you. He slipped in easily to how wet you were.

Your aroused built up, but the body exhaustion wasn't too happy. You closed your eyes.

Marc asked, "Are you tired?" You nodded, "Uh huh… you could continue…" you drift to your slumber.

Marc smiled at you, he kissed your forehead.

He got in positions and started slowly pounding your cunt. You let out moans for every thrust.

Marc let out a string of curses, "Baby, you're so tight." He whispered, knowing you couldn't hear him.

He felt your orgasm, as your pussy squeezed around him. You were so sensitive In your sleep. You moaned.

He carried you to bed to continue.

Marc thrust into you until he got to his orgasm. He pulled out emptying his seed onto you. He thrust back in.

Nesting his cock into your cunt, spooning you. He laid right beside you, and slept.

He was too tired for this.

Jake on the other hand, wanted to clean you up. He fronted and got up.

He ran a bath for you, picking up your fragile and exhausted body. He also goes into the bath.

He brushed your hair out and washed your body as well as his own.

Once he finished cleaning you up, he dressed you in comfortable clothes, and placed you down in your bed gently.

Jake wraps his arms around you, holding you in a tight hug.

#moon knight fanfic #moon knight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #jake lockely x you #jake lockely smut #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector #mr knight

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michinnyun · 2 years

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Fashion Choices

Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader, Marc Spector x f!Reader

Summary: You've been giving Steven a hard time about his wardrobe lately. It's not that you don't like when he wears a collared shirt on top of another collared shirt, you just want him to try new things. Then him and Marc decide to tease you about it. Big mistake. Huge. // Chapter 1 is only with Steven. Chapter 2 will be for Marcy-Marc

Tags: Sharing Clothes × Lingerie × Teasing × Established Relationship × Pure Smut × Sub Steven Grant (Marvel) × If You Squint × Dom/sub Undertones × Masturbation × p in v × Enthusiastic Consent × Breeding Kink × No use of y/n × Woman on Top × for the majority of it lol × Multiple Orgasms × Unprotected Sex × Rough Sex

Words: 2.8k

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Steven has a lot of collared shirts. Like, a lot of them.

“You dress like a lesbian,” you tell him one day, laughing when you see that he's layered one of his button ups on top of another collared shirt.

He scoffs. “I can’t believe you just said that to me during Pride month.”

He manages to dodge the book thrown at his head, but he isn't able to dodge your questions after that.

“Why did I find another collared shirt in your bag?” you ask, showing him the reusable bag he'd brought to the shop earlier that day.

He pouts. “That’s for Marc.”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s adorable. “Nice try. Marc almost exclusively wears crew necks.”

He doesn't meet your eyes. “Jake, then.”

“Jake dresses like a newsie in 1920’s New York.”

Steven groans. “Would you deny me my comforts, woman?” He pulls you into his lap, peppering kisses to your face that make you scream and laugh, trying to escape.

“I just want you all to try branching out!”

His eyes roll back into his head, Marc staring back at you now, intense as always. “Why would we want to do that?” he asks, pressing searing hot kisses into your neck.

The sudden shift in persona and mood makes you dizzy. You don't know if you'll ever get used to them doing that.

You gasp softly, grabbing onto the crinkly-soft fabric of Steven-Marc's starchy shirt.

“Marc,” you murmur, letting him trail a hand down your side. You haven't seen him in a while, and he’s clearly happy to see you, based on the way he's insistently pressing himself into you.

“Baby,” he mumbles back, licking a line up your neck to your earlobe, a white hot spike of arousal shooting down to your clit. You arch against him, letting him lift you and press you into the table, his hand riding up your shirt and teasing a nipple. You can feel how wet he’s making you, the way only your boys can. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand, ducks down to kiss your neck again-

Then, he stills. “Anyway, lots of work to do today, love. Better hop to it!”

Steven pulls away from you and grabs his stuff, leaving you stunned and frustratingly horny as he heads towards the door.

“W-wh-” you stutter.

“Don’t question my fashion choices!” he shouts, letting the door shut behind him. You narrow your eyes, huffing.

Oh, he’s in for it now. __

Your boys aren't coming over until later. It’s been two days since the Steven-Marc situation, and you won’t even let them sext you. The moment anything remotely sexual starts up, you shut it down. They’re getting restless. Steven especially. He’s always been particularly needy.

The boutique owner had been terribly nice when you'd explained your situation (minus the “my boyfriends’s’s are a superhero/Avatar/legendary warrior with multiple personality disorder” detail). You’d picked out the prettiest piece together, a delicate lace thing with more modest coverings for your private areas. Something that would drive Steven perfectly crazy.

“If I’ve done my job right, this won't survive the night,” she promised.

You’re slightly fidgety. You've never worn something this complicated before. Nothing for the express purpose of getting fucked.

It doesn't matter, really. Your boys can't resist you. That’s what's going to make this so much fun.

One of Steven’s many button ups is covering your lingerie, which had taken twenty minutes of cursing for you to put on. It’s a soft, purple shirt, your personal favorite. He’d been wearing it the first time you met.

You’re reading a book, or trying. You’ve been skimming the same page over and over in nervous anticipation ever since you got the text he’s almost at your flat.

He knocks on the door, and you answer in nothing but his shirt, your hair done in the way you know he loves. He always makes a comment when you wear it like this, so you made sure it was perfect before he came over.

He kind of just stares at you for a minute, taking you in. Then, something happens, something you've only seen a few times before. They start fighting over the body.

“I don’t- she clearly. This is- Marc. Steven. You-Why d-I- Jake, if you don't- Why can’t I, guys-”

He’s saying this all softly, eyes closed in concentration. You don't want to touch him. You don't want him to have a panic attack, and then have your attempt at revenge/seduction turn into something traumatic.

Finally, he settles, and Steven looks at you with wide, wet eyes.

“Is this- for me?” He swallows hard, looking at the way the fabric drapes over your body, just a little too big for you. You nod sweetly, leading him to bed.

He lies back at your insistence, staring up at you in awe as you straddle him, smiling teasingly.

His hand starts to slide up your thigh, but you swat at it.

“No touching,” your murmur, starting to unbutton yourself for him. He nods, swallowing again.

As the beginnings of your surprise are revealed, you realize he might not be the only one who has a problem with this no touching rule.

They’re fighting over the body again.

“If you’d just- Steven, look at her, I can’t- Stop.” Steven says firmly. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Everything alright in there?”

He nods, looking slightly miffed. “Just- you look really, really good, love. Really good. Don’t feel like sharing right now.”

You blush, then wiggle a little. Steven hisses, clenching his hands into fists. Fuck, he's already hard.

He whines when you finish unbuttoning the shirt, letting the fabric pool at your elbows, letting him drink his fill of your new outfit.

He’s slack jawed, mindlessly moving his hips against you. “Fuck,” he whimpers, letting the word trail off into a growl that ends deep in his throat.

His hands are getting fidgety, so you take the opportunity while he’s distracted to grab onto his wrists and pin them next to his head.

“You’re right Steven,” you purr. “I do actually like your shirts. Maybe I’ll wear them more often.”

He throws his head back, groaning. “I knew that's what this was bloody about, you little minx.”

You laugh, grinding down again bodily and making him gasp.

“That’s what you get for being a fucking tease. You can touch when I’m done with your punishment.”

If Steven’s eyes weren't so dark, you're sure you'd be able to see how his pupils are blown wide with lust. He looks ravenous, depraved. You haven't even kissed him.

“Yes,” he murmurs, even as he struggles against your grip.

You let him go, and hum happily when his hands stay in place.

You unbutton his pants, licking your lips as you pull out his cock, hard and leaking for you. You smear a pearl of precome weeping from the tip, relishing the sounds he makes.

You lean down, letting the crotch of your lingerie grind over his hard length. “You’re so mean to me sometimes, Steven. Just wanted to be a little mean back. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”

He whimpers. “Not trying to be mean. Just-just-”

“Just?” you ask, slowing down until he gasps and his hands twitch.

“Just wanted to prove a point,” he finishes lamely, arching his back so he can press up into you. You tsk at him, but allow it.

“Wanna take this off, pretty boy?” you ask, running your hands over the lace covering your plush breasts.

He nods frantically, craning his neck up so he can see a little better, get a little closer. You push him down with one hand, increasing the friction on your clit while you press a chaste kiss to his mouth.

“Later. Good boys get to undress me,” you hum, grinding down and chasing the rush of him pressing against your most sensitive spot. His eyes flutter shut, finally surrendering to you.

“Steven,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth, traveling down his neck and sucking marks into his skin.

He grunts a response, too far gone to really answer you. You leave your tongue over the salt-heat of him, listening to his rattling breaths and stuttering heartbeat.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmur against his neck. “My good boy.”

His hips jerk violently against you, and you stop moving completely. He freezes.

“I’m sorry,” he says frantically, but it's too late.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. You spread your legs, hovering over him and moving your panties to the side so you can rub your clit.

Steven’s mouth hangs open, devastated yet unbelievably turned on.

“Now you get to watch me come,” you say, gathering some of the wetness leaking from his tip to soften the friction. “And you can't do anything about it.”

He whines, shutting his eyes closed and growling in frustration. You spread yourself wider, letting your legs rest on the tops of his thighs.

Steven loves making you come. With his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Masturbating in front of him is still hot, but it frustrates him more than anything that he’s not the one making you feel good. Little does he know, the sight of him all hot and bothered is usually what gets you there faster. Like right now.

You feel it starting to bubble up, a deliciously warm orgasm that you’ve been depriving yourself of for days since the shirt incident. It takes a little while, but you finally peak, your fingers bringing you to completion at the sight of Steven Grant, helpless and completely distraught underneath you.

You lean forward until you're burying your face in his neck again, your thigh muscles still contracting pleasantly.

Steven hesitates, his hands moving from where they're meant to be to gently hold your waist. You purr, nuzzling into him so he knows he has permission. You're much more agreeable now that you know he’s suffered sufficiently enough.

He kicks his pants off the rest of the way, still gentle, careful not to disturb you in your good mood. You move a little, unbuttoning his shirts until the smooth expanse of his chest is warm under your palm.

“We’re matching,” you murmur happily. He chuckles nervously, one hand moving to cup the lace covering your bottom.

“This for me?”

You nod. “Don’t question my fashion choices,” you say, nipping at his ear lobe.

“Of course not. Never,” he says, running a hand over your garter belt appreciatively.

He reaches behind to move your panties aside, dipping shaking fingers into the wetness you’ve made for him. “Fuck,” he whispers, practically throbbing against you.

“You can go ahead,” you tell him, yawning. “Want you to. Want you inside, Steven.”

“Fuck,” he says a little louder, grabbing his cock where it's trapped between your bodies and sliding it between your legs to bring it home.

He lets out a breath he's been holding in, and you bloom under his fingers, legs widening to accommodate his girth. You’ve had enough teasing, and it looks like Steven has too.

He fucks you at a brutal pace, whining and gasping into your hair while you press sloppy kisses into his jaw.

“So good,” you whisper, encouraging him. “So good. My Steven.”

“I- hah, love you. Fuck.” The easy glide of him inside you isn't enough to make you come again quite yet, but you give a valiant effort. You suck at the tender spot under his ear, the one you know drives him crazy, and his hips stutter.

“Pretty girl, wearing my clothes and putting on nice things. Don’t deserve you, do I? So good to me,” he murmurs into your ear, one arm holding you close while he uses his other hand to push down on your lower back, using you as his little cocksleeve.

“Steven,” you gasp, grinding down harder onto him until you feel blissfully over sensitive, the fabric of his shirts rubbing against your skin while he fucks you hard, the way he’s been waiting to for days.

He groans out your name before he bites down on your neck. You mewl, bearing down on him before you sit back so you can ride Steven properly. He hangs onto your thighs for dear life as you move in earnest, pulling off him fully before slamming back down onto the length of him.

He brings his hands up to cup at the intricate lace designs covering your breasts, snapping the strap of your bra before he thrusts into you so hard that you can feel him in your guts.

“Fuck, can’t get enough of this little pussy,” he says, watching himself disappear into your tight heat. He moves a hand down, pressing a thumb to your abused clit and making you black out a little.

“S-Steven,” you stutter, no longer able to conjure competent speech, not when he touches you like that.

“Yeah, you like it when I touch you? Should’ve let me earlier. Even if you were mad at me,” he rambles, rubbing tight circles that make pleasure travel up your spine.

“Wasn't mad,” you whine. “Just wanted r-revenge. And I-I-” You can’t think about anything other than Steven’s hands on you, bringing you to the precipice of another sorely needed orgasm.

“I know, love,” he coos. “You got what you wanted. Now let me get mine.”

Your head tips back a little before Steven pulls one of the cups of your bra down, sitting up and sucking a pert nipple into his mouth. Your chest is still criss-crossed by straps and covered in lace, and Steven is clearly frustrated by the extra covering which he had found so sexy earlier.

“Steven,” you say breathlessly. “Gonna come again, I-”

“It’s okay,” he mouths against your skin. “You can come. Come all over my cock, love. Wanna feel it.”

He flicks his tongue against your tight bud, and you’re overwhelmed by sensation. Just a little-

You reach your hand down to give your clit a little more attention, and finally your second orgasm of the night claims you.

You milk Steven, making him choke and moan against you as your head tilts back and you cry out into the empty apartment.

Then Steven does something that you didn’t expect. He rips your panties off of you.

“Steven,” you gasp, despite remembering what the boutique owner had said about your outfit not lasting the night. “Those were expensive.”

He flips you over, pulling out and rubbing his cock between your folds. “I'll buy you a new pair,” he says, melding his mouth to yours before he pushes in again.

If you thought he was giving it his all before, you were mistaken. Steven’s fucking you at a punishing, brutal pace, pulling at the straps of your lingerie until one by one they all snap off of you and you’re left bare in nothing but shredded lace and his button-up.

You whine, the result of two orgasms making Steven’s conquest an easy slide. Your eyes roll back into your head a little. He’s relentless, insatiable, biting the meat of your bottom lip and licking into your mouth, fucking you so well that you know you’re going to be thinking about it for weeks.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he stutters. “I’m never going to get enough of you. Fuck. Fuck. I-I’m gonna-”

“Come in me,” you beg. “Steven, Steven, come inside.”

He looks into your eyes. “You want me to come inside? Fill you up? B-breed you?”

You wrap your legs around his back and pull him closer into you, making the angle deeper. He groans, wet sloppy sounds accompanying his increasingly quickening thrusts.

“Come in me, Steven,” you kiss his cheek. “Come in me. Breed me. Please, please.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

He pulses inside you, coming hard like you've been daydreaming he would for the past few days. You kiss the side of his head while he buries his face into your shoulder. “Perfect,” you whisper. “Perfect boy.”

He whimpers, still not relenting in filling you. You’re a little surprised. This is the longest an orgasm has ever lasted for Steven. You must’ve taken a lot out of him.

When he’s finally finished, he lets out a big sigh. You rub his back, nuzzling into him and wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to stretch out the moment as much as you can.

“Will you leave me alone about my wardrobe now?” he says into your neck, slightly muffled. You laugh.

“Sure. Only if you promise to wear a t-shirt once in a while.”

He groans. “Deal.”

#REMINDER THAT IM A GAY PERSON BTW #so no one come for me abt that joke in the beginning please and thank you #if you have not been making this joke all month then i'm sorry i don't know what to tell you #anyway happy pride month #my fic #moon knight 2022 #moon knight #oscar isaac #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Hello! Could you write prompt 23 with marc, please?

I love how you percieve marc

Command (Marc Spector x royal avatar!reader)

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Prompt: you are without a doubt, the most annoying person i’ve ever crossed paths with, and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice

A/N: Thanks for the ask, lovely (and the sweet comment :”))!! This idea also has been on the back of my mind since I began writing fics, but I only suddenly had the idea of using it when I saw this prompt.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, switch!Marc, switch!reader, female masturbation, exhibition (if you squint), bondage, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, unprotected (p in v), creampie, alcohol consumption, choking, powers that are associated with manipulation, one of Marc’s alters are lurking heh.

Word Count: 2.6 k

Being royalty in your country was absolutely useless. Sure you had a throne and a whole castle to yourself, but no subjects to reign over and no diplomatic ties to fight over. You were bored, so bored and angry at the fact that you had so much yet so little. You craved the thrill, tired of being queen in the modern world. You wanted to live the way your ancestors did, powerful, smart and you wanted to write your own story, something that no one else could experience.

You searched far and wide and surprisingly, in your search, you ended up along the river Nile staring up at a beautiful goddess, who gave you all the power you wanted, so that you could do her bidding the way pharaohs before you did. Being the avatar of Hathor meant that you could manipulate people to do your bidding. You finally felt the thrill, the power that you were so hungry for.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Now, you stood in your throne room, staring at the giant portal that appeared before you, a sign that the Ennead was converging at the Great Pyramid of Giza. You smiled and walked through it, not exactly expecting what you would see once you were inside. It was empty, beautiful sculptures that were there before were ruined, everything turned into dust and rubble. You set your hand onto the broken bust of your goddess, a feeling of anger surging through you like no other.

“Would you be even more mad if I mentioned that I was partially involved in this destruction?” a voice you’d never thought you’d hear again rang out from behind a statue.

You whirled around, squinting in the darkness at the direction of the voice. Memories of that voice came flooding back to you and you couldn’t help but smirk at the way it sounded a little too cocky and confident.

“Mostly my god and his destructive abilities but, oh well.” the voice came again and you could make out a silhouette leaning against a bust that was topped with a crescent moon.

“You better show yourself, or-”

“You’ll command me to? That’s not going to work on me, sweetheart, I’ve gotten myself an amulet.” you could literally hear the sly twist in the person’s voice as he twisted something shiny and sharp in his hand.

“Scared, Moon-boy?” you teased, slightly surprised that he knew about protective amulets.

The figure stepped out of the shadow and into the glow of the lamps around you, his olive skin and brown eyes as radiant as the last time you saw him, his crescent weapon clutched in his right hand.

“Not at all, Your Highness.”

Marc Spector was wearing a little too much confidence on him and you were itching to knock it down a few bars as he smirked at you, eyeing you with the same hunger you did a few months ago.

—

“On your knees, and eyes on me.”

He gritted his teeth and kneeled, his eyes trained on yours as you leaned back on your chair, toying with the sash of your robe.

“Good boy,” you purred. “Show me your hands.”

He already had his wrists locked together as he presented them to you and you pulled the sash right off your robe, tying it around his wrists and to your chair as the robe pooled off your body and onto the seat, leaving you bare. Once he was secure into place, you smiled at him sweetly again before spreading your legs.

You placed your fingers at his lips and he opened his mouth obediently, sucking your fingers softly as he kept his big brown eyes on your gaze. You suddenly pulled them out, a trail of spit connecting from your fingers to his lip. You slowly begin to rub at your clit with your spit-soaked fingers as his gaze dropped to your cunt.

“Let's see how many times I can cum in front of you before I have you begging for me.” your fingers push past your entrance and you tip your head back with a groan.

—

“Why are we here, Spector?” you rolled your eyes, searching the room for any sign of the other avatars.

“No idea, I only walked in like five minutes ago, you’re the one who's late.” he shrugged, examining his blade.

Suddenly, he straightened up and his face was set to a grimace as he turned to his left. You felt something too, turning towards the powerful energy that was approaching the two of you. You smiled when your eyes met with big empty sockets of a bird’s skull.

“Not weird at all, you know, the fact that your favourite avatar isn’t your own.” Marc said deadpan, gazing up at the ancient god.

You stuck your tongue out at Marc as Khonshu placed a wrapped hand on your head, smoothing your hair affectionately. Marc watched as your eyes turned gold, before turning to where Hathor was standing, rolling his eyes and shaking his head again.

“You know, if you weren’t an Avatar, you would have been reduced to ashes by now.” Hathor’s voice coiled up Marc’s spine but he held his ground, glaring at you will malintent.

“Just get to the point.” he muttered and you almost felt bad for him but was again impressed by the way he didn’t just melt at Hathor’s words.

“We’ll need the both of you to…”

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Steal Hathor’s relic for her! What am I? Just a slave that Khonshu gets to toss around? Nope, you know what, don’t answer that.” Marc repeated for the fiftieth time as he paced around the lavish hotel room as you boredly looked on.

“You never quit complaining, do you?” You said, gazing at him through the mirror as you tried on a pair of diamond earrings that were gifted to you.

“You are not one to talk! You are a queen and a pampered one no less! Why does Khonshu care for you so much anyway?” Marc stopped and glared at your reflection.

You opened your mouth but for the first time in a long time, you hesitated. You narrowed your eyes instead, giving you time to choose your words correctly.

“I’ll tell you, only if you tell me how you can resist Hathor’s strongest charms, even without that amulet around your neck.

Marc’s eyes flashed white and you swore you saw another person peak through but you shook the feeling away.

“I have extra…attachments in my brain, helps me…manage a little differently.” He shrugs, tapping his forehead. “It's complicated.”

—-

“Never tasted a queen before.” his darkened voice came from between your thighs.

His nose nudged beckoningly at your clit as your fingers tug harder at his raven hair as he softly kissed your slit, trying to make you beg for what you needed.

You slowly realised that he was pushing through the spell you put on him, wanting to have control of your pleasure and suddenly you were filled with so much need that the words flew out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Marc, please, I need this.” you whispered, carding your hands through his curls.

“Mmm, that's all you had to say, mi reina.” he murmured into your cunt, before licking a wide strip that had you keening for more.

—-

“Hmm. Okay. I helped Khonshu out of a sticky situation once. It was…complicated.” imagery of you throwing down Khonshu’s figurine and freeing him during Ammit’s reign flooded your memory once more as you fought a smile.

You had ultimately saved Marc’s life in the process of freeing, bringing him back from the dead. You didn’t want him to feel like he was in debt with you, though. It’s why you asked Khonshu to keep his beak shut about this. It was Marc’s turn to squint at you now, as if he knew you were hiding something from him. He didn’t press on, choosing to turn around and glare at the pyramids that overlooked your room.

You caught a glimpse of his handsome face from where he stood, stubbornness radiating out of him like it were second skin. Truthfully, you heard about the infamous Moon Knight before you saved him from the clutches of the Duat, his legendary crescent blade cutting through the throats of those who harmed the innocent. You liked him, his courage and constant need to do things for good making you feel something you’ve never let yourself feel before.

“You need to loosen up, Marc.” you smiled to yourself, pouring him a glass of your special liquor.

Marc turned abruptly at your use of his first name, looking at you suspiciously.

“Come here and take a sip of this, trust me, you’ll love it.” you said, nodding towards the glass on the table as you poured yourself some.

He walked to your vanity table and picked up the glass, examining it before taking a sip. You smile as his eyes widen slightly and he takes another, more confident sip.

“Shit, this is heavenly.” Marc breathed, eyeing his glass again.

You took a sip of your own, the honeyed liquor slipping around your tongue, coating it with a slight fruitiness that singed your tastebuds slightly.

“What the hell is this?” Marc asked, an amused look gracing his face.

“Oh, just a 4000 year old liquor.” you bit your lip and watched Marc’s expression change.

“You’re fucking with me right?” he spluttered slightly, his eyebrows creasing together.

“No, I’m not, if you weren’t an avatar, you’d be dead on my floor right now.” You frowned, tipping the rest of the liquor into your mouth.

“You’re nuts.” Marc chuckled, sipping the rest of his liquor.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Oh, sweetheart, there you are.” Marc’s voice perked your ears up as you turned, casually accepting a quick kiss from him as his arm curled around you and his hand rested softly at your hip.

The man that was speaking to you slowly backed away as Marc’s heavy gaze settled upon him, a fake smile blazing upon his pretty lips that morphed into another one of his famous grimaces once the man was out of sight and amongst the other bidders for the night.

“Did ya’ really have to?” you hissed slightly, turning to adjust his lapel, before kissing his cheek, just in case any onlookers were paying the both of you a string of attention.

“Yep, we have to stay focused.” he said, smiling down at you, nudging your hip slightly with his.

—

One of your legs were hiked over his, your eyelids fluttering slightly as he kept firm eye contact with you while pushing his fingers in and out of you, the same way you did before when you were teasing him.

You let a small gasp leave your lips and Marc’s eyes glimmered, knowing that you’ve let slip that he was doing everything right. You involuntarily tensed up as he continued assaulting the soft spongy spot inside of you.

“Let go, don’t be stubborn. Come on, keep your focus on me.” Marc’s voice temptingly pulled you to the ledge along with his fingers, before dropping you down a forty foot cliff.

You cum hard, panting into his mouth as his nose softly brushed against yours.

—

You stand a little taller, letting your nose brush against his as his fingers tightened their grip on your hip. You let your nose drag along the length of his cheekbone before settling your lips against the shell of his ear.

“You, Marc Spector, are without a doubt, the most annoying person I’ve ever crossed paths with, and don’t even get me started on the sound of your voice.” you huskily drawled into his ear, making him smile.

“My voice? You could practically command people to do as you please.” he softly reminds you, kneading at your hip slightly.

“Where do we need to go now?” you ask, playing along and placing your hand gently on his, tracing his long fingers.

He casually flipped his hand and grabbed yours along, pushing the rest of your fingers into a fist as your index finger sticks out, raising it slightly towards a door to your left.

“There.”

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Shhh it should be here somewhere,” you whispered, rummaging through items as Marc nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your expensive perfume.

Marc clearly wasn’t used to 4000 year old alcohol despite having super metabolism. His eyes were lidded and he was hanging onto you like a lost koala.

“You smell delicious.” he whispered and you felt arousal pool at your lower abdomen at the way his voice seemed to kill all your working brain cells.

Your hands grabbed something that shot a course of power through your veins and it almost made you shout out loud.

“Found her!” You turned to look at Marc before catching a glimpse of yourself in a mirror.

Your eyes were glowing gold again and Marc slumped against you, groaning loudly as his hard on pushed against you. You cursed your gift for the second time in your life, pulling Marc’s amulet off his neck and wrapping it around the goddess’ relic.

—

He was lodged deep inside you, but he wasn’t moving, just softly mouthing at the soft skin of your neck and mumbling something incoherently. You kissed the top of his head and used his shoulder as an anchor, grinding softly against him, never feeling so full in your life.

Once you felt yourself adjust properly, you started to slowly move up and down. Some coherent curses mangled with Marc’s broken moans, and it pushed you to fuck him faster, now slamming yourself against him with loud slaps. You curse too as Marc’s fingers dug painfully at your hips, drawing blood with nails.

You clench hard around him and your hand finds his throat, pushing him against the wall as you fucked him with more determination. He chokes, trying to tell you that his release was near, but you knew, from the way he twitched inside of you.

“Fill me up, Marc, fuck-” you stutter as your own orgasm washed over you making you slump against him.

He couldn’t be bothered to thrust up into you, letting the strong clench of your cunt milk him as he released inside of you, breath mingling with yours as he gasped for air.

—

“The fuck happened?” Marc mumbled, standing up to his original height, pressing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

“Nothing, let's just get out of here, now.” you whispered, tucking the relic into your purse and pulling Marc along with you.

The both of you didn’t stop until you were back in your fancy hotel room, where the gods awaited. Marc handed the relic to Hathor and she smiled at him, patting his cheek. You glared at Khonshu and raised an eyebrow and he reluctantly slapped Marc’s back causing the poor guy to jolt forward, making you giggle slightly.

“Fuck, thats enough of that for a while.” Marc said, rubbing the spot where Khonshu slapped him.

He sighed and slumped on the couch, holding his arm out for you. You smiled down at him and took his hand, letting him pull you between his outstretched thighs. You sat down on one of his thighs, leaning in as he kissed the hand he was holding, keeping his eyes on you.

“Wanna pick up where we left off, my queen?” he whispered as your lips inched closer to his.

“Yes, my knight.” you whisper back, closing the gap and smiling into the kiss.

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3k celebration masterlist

main post

here's a collection of all the activities:

hc's

oral + tummy worship (explicit) - marc spector x reader

moon boys with a short hair!reader (fluff)

moon boys with partner who's an avid reader (fluff)

platonic!miguel + reader hcs (fluff)

blurbs

"call me that again" (explicit) - miguel x afab!reader

"ten? i only need five" (suggestive) - ceo!miguel x assistant!reader

"did you just kiss me?" - steven grant x best friend!reader

"did i say that out loud?" marc spector x avatar!reader

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.” (explicit) - poe dameron x f!reader (angst, smut)

"i know who you pretend I am" (explicit) - miguel o'hara x reader (very angsty, smut)

blindfolding miguel (suggestive)

miguel helping you fall asleep [pure fluff]

picnic + strawberries (suggestive) - miguel o'hara

"bad idea, right?" (explicit) - miguel o'hara

one-shots

after dark** - geneticist!miguel x intern reader (dark, non-con, explicit)

fic/song recs

songs for jake lockley

songs for miguel o'hara (+ scenarios)

moon knight + british bands

moon knight angst recs

moon knight smut recs

miguel o'hara smut recs

other asks

fmk - moon boys

fmk - miguel, marc, llewyn

fmk - frank castle, steven, miguel

moon knight = cat people

steven's chain

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MOON MAGIC AND MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT WE MET.

“Who in their right mind would name themselves ‘Jake Lockley’?” Marc sneered, prompting Jake’s astral form to abruptly rise, about to throw fists at the Chicago man a few meters away from him.

“If this hijo de puta doesn’t shut up–”

“Will you two shut it?!” Steven finally shouted, acting as the middle ground between his mental brothers before turning his attention to you who is now sporting a bewildered look. “Mira? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, Steven, don’t worry. Just trying to wrap my head around all of this”, you finally spoke, nodding gratefully to Steven as you grasped Jake’s hand in his astral form to physically express your gratitude. “First thing’s first - it’s nice to finally meet you, Jake Lockley”

“The honor is mine, princesa”, Jake chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your hand as Steven prevented the currently frustrated Marc to launch himself at his suave, Spanish-speaking New Yorker alter. “Hola a ti también, Steven, Marc.”

Hello to you too, Steven, Marc.

“Hello, Jake”, Steven greeted politely, waving an awkward hello. Marc, on the other hand, merely grimaces before flipping the bird, prompting Jake to chuckle at his host’s childishness.

“Looks like this is going to be more chaotic than I thought”, you shook your head as you couldn’t help but smile at the amusing interactions happening before you. This is proving to be a very strange day for you, no Sorcerer Supreme pun intended.

The room seemed to hum with energy as you circled around, absorbing the revelations that had just been thrust upon you. The three men in their respective corporeal forms simply observe as you work your moon magic, placing a protective spell to prevent any other spiritual forces from taking possession of their unconscious body.

“You’re some kind of witch, then?” Steven wondered aloud while witnessing your magical prowess before his eyes, while Marc and Jake were looking inquisitively at you as you took a seat at the foot of the bed. “Like Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers? Or was it Doctor Strange?”

“The politically correct term is a priestess, or babaylan in my mother tongue”, you started to explain. “I’m not a witch, but I did train to control my moon magic from Kamar Taj. It’s where Doctor Stephen Strange was taught with the mystic arts by the Ancient One. His mentor and I have been good friends for centuries”

“Centuries, bloody hell”, Steven exclaimed, not yet realizing the weight of your words. “And how old are you exactly?”

Jake snorted at Steven’s choice of words. “Pendejo, it’s rude to ask a woman her age–”

“He’s asking the right questions, so it’s fine”, you waved away, throwing a small smirk at Jake that he couldn’t help but return. “If you really wish to know the specifics, I was born in the early 900’s, so you do the math”

“You certainly haven’t aged a day”, Marc spoke mainly to himself. Upon hearing his thoughts aloud, you smiled serenely at his silent compliment.

“I’m amazed you can still flirt with me at this stage”, you chuckled before shifting your gaze between Marc and Steven, straightening your posture before jumpstarting to your most pressing query. “So, my turn to ask you the questions. I’m guessing you two are not really twins, are you? Triplets, maybe?”

“I like your sense of humor, hermosa–”

“Zip it, Jake, this is serious”, Marc interrupted, clearly exasperated at his third alter’s quip as the latter made a face, rolling his eyes in derision. His astral form then reached out, a spectral hand brushing against your shoulder. "Steven and I - and apparently Jake too - we’re all facets of the same person sharing the same body”

“We suffer from a mental health condition known as Dissociative Identity Disorder” Steven spoke next, prompting you to nod slowly as the astonishment slowly painted your facade. “Have you ever heard of it?”

“Only read about it in clinical studies and theory”, you spoke softly as you absorbed the factual truth they’ve laid out to you. A myriad of emotions coursed through you as you absorbed their words: surprise, empathy, understanding. The truth was like a jigsaw piece that finally fit into place, and though the revelation was jarring, it also felt right. You couldn't fault them for keeping it hidden, for their fears and concerns were as genuine as the bond you had formed with them.

It was a lot to take in, and your mind whirled with questions. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

"We plan to tell you, love, but we just don’t know how”, Steven stepped forward, his presence less domineering than Marc's but equally sincere. “We were afraid of how you'd react, of what you'd think of us."

“I know it’s not an easy matter to tell anyone”, you whispered, nodding slowly as you understood their reluctance. “I’m sure you haven’t meant for me to find out this way, but I’m glad to hear that you weren’t intending to keep this a secret from me”

“Of course not, baby”, Marc shook his head, his voice measured and somber as his translucent hand took yours as a symbol of reassurance. “We should’ve told you ages ago. I’m sorry you had to find out this way”

“We all are”, Steven chimed in, while Jake nodded thoughtfully in silent agreement.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologize”, you interrupted, much to the trio’s collective surprise. They knew how complicated their situation is, but your verbal acceptance was everything to them. “I can understand, I mean, you’re not the only ones guilty of keeping secrets, am I right?”

“I’m sure you had your reasons too”, Marc, of course, was the first to understand your hesitance to let them know of your other life. “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, Mira - we all are. You can confide in us, whenever you’re ready to tell”

“Thank you, Marc”, you smiled appreciatively. Steven, on the other hand, offered you a giddy smile at the realization that you were no ordinary woman.

“Your secret’s safe with us”, Steven chuckled. “I mean, we really don’t have anybody else to share it with. But it’s just bloody cool to know you’re a magical person. And coming from an ancient time too, I… wait, hang on a moment–”

“What is it, Steven?” you asked, indulging the curiosity of the British man hovering before you.

“When we talked back then about your history”, Steven started, recounting your earlier conversation on the first day you met. “You’ve actually lived during the times when your country’s colonizers discovered and invaded your homeland?”

Your knowing smile and multiple slow nods prompted Steven’s eyes to almost pop out of their sockets, his mouth agape as he slowly connected the dots with your creative storytelling that night.

“Bloody hell-”

“I’m sorry to cut the storytelling time short, querida”, Jake’s voice was heard next, his tone apologetic but his expression meaning business. “But I have to tell you about what really happened last night. I’m assuming you would want to know that, sí?

"Yes, that’s right," you began, addressing the man who had saved you during the new moon, "Tell me what happened. Do you know who shot me last night?"

Jake Lockley leaned back against the room's battered wall, his rough-hewn features etched with a certain heaviness. "They were assassins, sent to eliminate you for good. They work for Set’s avatar, and it seems that they know you well, given their weapon of choice."

His revelation sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed further. "Knew me well, huh? I’m assuming the bullet was made of wolfsbane?"

“Yeah, that’s right”, Jake nodded, his voice low and gritty. "They took advantage of last night’s new moon, which weakened your innate ability as an avatar to a moon goddess to heal and be impervious to harm."

“That’s why you fronted. To save her”, Marc said, trying to piece his own memories together. “But how on earth did you survive that attack?”

“I’m curious to know that as well”, Steven added, his mind working to solve the imminent puzzle of Jake’s heroic act that night. “As far as I know, wolfsbane is also toxic to humans. We shouldn’t be able to survive that”

“About that”, Jake started, now avoiding everyone’s gaze as he kept his eyes directed on the wooden floor of their flat. “Mira’s healed wounds should answer that question”

“What do you mean by my healed wounds?” you echoed, pulling the sleeve of your white t-shirt once more to reveal the spot where you’ve been shot. Your heart quickened as you slowly pieced together the puzzle, arriving at the most feasible conclusion you could only think of. "It can’t be. You mean to tell me that you serve a moon god too?"

A sharp intake of breath echoed from Marc and Steven. They exchanged panicked glances, clearly rattled by your revelation.

“Es cierto, cariño”, Jake sighed, finally admitting his long kept secret. "I'm still serving Khonshu as his avatar, as the Moon Knight"

That’s right, honey.

Marc Spector and Steven Grant exchange incredulous glances, their collective disapproval resounding in the room. The room was immediately filled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife as you watched the tumultuous battle unfold before you. Jake Lockley had just dropped a bomb of revelation that had left his two alters reeling, and a cacophony of outrage erupted from them both. Their voices overlapped, and their collective disapproval reverberated through the room like an ominous drumbeat.

"I can't believe you'd keep this from us, Jake!” Marc was the first to speak as he leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. The anger in his voice is palpable, and Steven's expression mirrors his outrage.

"So, you're telling us that you saved our life as Moon Knight that night in Cairo", Steven's voice was laced with disbelief, his eyes narrowing at Jake. “And you're still serving that lunatic god, Khonshu?!”

“I am”, Jake Lockley nods, his eyes unwavering. "It's the only way to truly protect all of us."

“This is fucking insane!” Marc gritted, barely containing his anger any longer as his face contorted with frustration. “Khonshu had us trapped in his service for years, and we barely got ourselves free. How can you do this?!”

“Jake, why?” Steven, ever the voice of reason, sought understanding amidst the chaos. “Why continue to serve as Moon Knight?"

"I serve because I have to, not because I want to”, Jake shifted uncomfortably, but his tone remained firm. “It's the only way I can do my job: to protect you both."

“We do not need protecting –”

“Maldito idiota, do you even know how many enemies you have, pendejo?” Jake rolled his eyes at Marc’s side comment, prompting the other to shake his head in pure disbelief. “Besides, I wasn’t just protecting you two”

“What do you mean?” Steven inquired, not understanding what other possible reason would Jake have to still take the mantle of Moon Knight. Jake's gaze then flickers to you, as if he's seeking your support. You meet his eyes, trying to understand the turmoil in his soul.

"It’s the only way I can protect you, Mira", Jake replied, his voice filled with a mix of regret and determination. His answer brought a brief silence to the room as you stood in the midst of it all, your mind whirling like a tempest as you tried to make sense of his current revelations.

Suddenly, Jake Lockley's eyes softened, and he revealed something that shocked you to your core. "I've known you for a long time. Even before all of this."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You stand in the center of the room, your arms wrapped tightly around your own body as you struggle to absorb this revelation.

"What do you mean, you've known me?” you took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jake. “How is that possible?"

“I remember the night we first met”, Jake's resolute gaze met yours as he nodded solemnly. "I wasn't the one who was fronting that time, but I remember seeing you. It was the night when Khonshu enlisted your help in shifting the night skies to find the right constellation leading to Ammit’s tomb.”

The room grew quiet as your mind processed Jake's words. You struggled to remember that night, but everything was shrouded in fog. It felt like a distant dream, something you couldn't quite grasp.

“I don’t understand”, your mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of this revelation. “If you remember me, why Marc and Steven couldn’t? Why couldn’t they remember any of it? Why can't I remember you?”

“I was supposed to forget too, but Khonshu retained my memories of that night since I still serve as his avatar”, Jake sighed, his eyes a mix of sorrow and frustration. "As for Marc and Steven, those memories became recurring dreams that do not make sense”

"Wait a minute," Marc interjected, his eyes narrowing. "Jake’s right, we've had countless dreams about that night."

“That’s right, yeah”, Steven nodded in agreement. "Just like what he says - moving stars and shifting constellations. But it was always blurry, nonsensical."

Jake Lockley's gaze softens, and he begins to recount the dreams that Marc and Steven have been experiencing, helping his headmates remember what they could. These were the dreams that you've never been privy to, until now.

In the midst of their quiet recollection and Jake's revelations, you continued your restless pacing around the room, your mind racing like a wildfire amidst the buzzing tension in the room. Something about all of this didn't sit right with you, and you require a direct line to the truth.

You needed answers, and you needed them now.

"I wish to speak to Khonshu," you declared, your voice unwavering. "Summon your god. I need to hear the truth from him, to explain all of this to me."

END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

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Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? • Requests Info

• Moon Knight Fics Masterlist Two • (this masterlist got too long so I had to make another one)

•Chain Reaction•🍑•Jake Lockley x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals• OneShot • Summary: Jake has a surprise for you.

•Harvest Moon•🍑•Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals• OneShot • Summary: Being Khonshu's avatar has some... unexpected effects.

•Price You Gotta Pay•🍑•Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals• OneShot • Summary: Steven has his own plans for you this evening.

•Good Boy• 🍑⭐️•Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals• OneShot • Summary: Steven discovers he has a certain reaction when you call him a 'good boy'.

• Tell Me About It • 🎀⭐️•Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Jake comes home tired after a long day.

• Ink In Water • ☔🎀⭐️•Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: It's raining, Marc can't sleep.

• Vivid • 🎀⭐️•Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Sleepy!Marc comes home to you dyeing your hair.

• Spoiled Rotten • ☔🎀⭐️•Marc Spector x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Arguments with Marc always end the same way.

• Personal Time • 🍑•Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: You're helping Steven to find his reading glasses when you accidently find his personal toys instead.

• Blemish • 🎀⭐️ • Marc Spector x F!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Marc comes to your aid when your skin picking disorder raises its head.

• Feels Nice • 🍑⭐️ • Marc Spector x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot • Summary: Giving Marc a head massage quickly gets... heated.

• I'm Staying • 🎀⭐️ • Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: If there's one thing Jake's used to, it's pain.

• Embrace • 🎀⭐️ • Jake Lockley x F!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Things had never been easy between you and Jake.

• Get Well Soon • 🎀⭐️ • Steven Grant x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Reader tries to get to work with an ear infection, Steven comes to the rescue.

• Dark Necessities • 🍑 • Jake Lockley/Marc Spector/Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: Before he left Egypt, Jake destroyed all the remaining ushabti’s – setting all the previously imprisoned god’s free. Including Set.

• Don't Let The Bed Bugs Bite • 🍑⭐️• Marc Spector x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot• Summary: Marc can't take without giving in turn.

• A Helping Hand •🎀• Jake Lockley • Rating: PG • OneShot• Summary: Jake doesn't often get days to himself. But when he does, he likes to make sure that someone is looking out for Marc and Steven.

• Sleep Tight •🎀⭐️• Jake Lockley x F!Reader• Rating: PG • OneShot• Summary: Jake has a nightmare. You try to help.

• Good Night •🎀🍑⭐️• Steven Grant x F!Reader• Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot• Summary: Steven has to be up early. It's a shame he can't get to sleep.

• Bonuses For Fifteen Points •🍑• Steven Grant x GN!Reader• Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot• Summary: You and Steven settle in for a comfy night in front of the TV watching quiz shows. But it’s not too long before your mind starts to… wander.

• More Than I Remember You •🍑• Marc Spector x F!Reader• Rating: 18+ pals • OneShot• Summary: Steven starts a relationship, Marc tries to stay out of it.

• Egg Fried Rice •☔🎀• Marc Spector x F!Reader• Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Out of the three of them, Marc had met your mother last.

• The Boy With The Thorn In His Side• 🎀 • Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: T • Series • Summary: Steven Grant’s day is going poorly to say the least. He’s lost days, missed his date and now a stranger has sat down opposite him who seems to know him? It would be nice if our favourite Gift-Shopist could catch a break.

• Cariño • 🍑 • Jake Lockley x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Series • Summary: You’re pretty good at procuring hard to find items for others, for the correct price. So when Jake Lockley hires you to steal an Egyptian artefact it should all be plain sailing. Right?

• A Simple Misunderstanding • ☔ • Jake Lockley x GN!Reader • Rating: M • OneShot • Summary: You’re on a mission to get a ceremonial dagger back from a cult, you’ve despatched all the members and got your hands on the prize. Surely now’s the moment you allow yourself a chance to catch your breath?

• Do You Want To Dance? • 🎀 • Steven Grant x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Steven goes to a coworkers enagement party and runs into you.

• Special Delivery •🎀 • Steven Grant x GN!Reader • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: Being a delivery driver in London isn’t all bad, you get to see your favourite gift shopist pretty regularly.

• Wrong Food Order •🌙• Steven Grant, Marc Spector & Jake Lockley • Rating: T • OneShot • Summary: How the 3 guys react to recieving the wrong food take away order.

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should’ve listened

[marc spector x avatar!f!reader, steven grant x avatar!f!reader]

moon knight spoilers | word count: 1.5k

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

warnings: f!reader, pure angst, literally pure angst and almost no plot bc I’ve been searching for some dramatic moon knight angst and haven’t found much, violence, Marc being an overprotective little shit, Jake making a slight appearance, slight fluff at the end

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a/n: if I’ve gotten anything wrong in the representation of DID in this one-shot, please please please let me know. thank you<3

Marc was right.

And it didn’t come as a surprise. He’s usually right about a lot of things, a fact that quite often pissed you off but despite your stubbornness, you could admit to the truth.

And if you’d listened to him, for once, you wouldn’t be in this very awful, very uncomfortable situation.

Fuck! Your head whipped to the side as the impact of rough knuckles split your cheek open. Pain blossomed from the spot, shooting straight up to your brain before dispersing behind your eyes.

You tried to blink away the black dots.

“I won’t ask you again,” your assailant snarled, baring his rotting teeth unbearably close to your face. “Tell us where he is.”

The taste of iron pooled into your mouth, but you mockingly smiled despite it—bloody-teethed and all. “Rot in hell.”

To your surprise, the man before you gave you a blank stare before smiling back. Your eyebrows twitched in confusion, watching his actions closely as he backed away from you slowly.

That is… until his hand went digging in his back pocket.

Oh fuck. I’m fucked.

Possessed by newfound energy, you began to thrash against the tight ropes that held your limbs down, the chair beneath you squeaking from the immense fight.

Normally, you would’ve been able to break the chair in two. All with the strength of one pinky.

But your strength was gone now, drained by whatever mystery liquid Harrow’s men had injected you with when they found you searching the desert by yourself, in search for their hideout.

It wasn’t like you to venture off on your own— you respected partnership and teamwork— but with how exhausted Steven had been from changing the night sky, you thought the least you could do was scope the place out before either of you got ambushed on your journey tomorrow.

Now it seems, the only person who got ambushed was you. But better you than him, in your opinion.

Obviously, Harrow was on the lookout for Marc or Steven. You weren’t sure which but you knew it couldn’t be for an innocent chat.

As long as you had breath in your lungs, you wouldn’t lead Harrow to them. Never.

The struggle was over when the man before you suddenly lunged at your body, knife pressed tightly to your throat as you suddenly froze.

“You just want to be a difficult little bitch,” he spat, staring at you with a demented look. As if he was going to thoroughly enjoy the blood he’d spill with the blade in his hand.

Glaring at him, you kept your mouth shut, angered beyond words.

If you’d just fucking listened to Marc. His words repeated in your head distantly — ‘We don’t split up. We stay together, you hear me? None of your self-sacrifice shit.’ His words had made you gape as if he’d personally offended you. But he knew you too well. He knew exactly what you’d do once Steven fronted.

But now you were faced with an entirely different dilemma, the man in front of you taking your silence as an excuse to finally spill blood, pressing the blade against your skin until it broke, crimson dripping down your neck until the fear finally came rushing into your system.

The fear you were trying so hard to suppress.

But now, the iciness was taking over, stilling you in your spot because you were helpless to fight back.

And it only got chillier as he began swiping the blade against your heaving chest.

‘Give me the body, Steven. Now!’ Marc growled as soon as Steven had woken up to realize that you’d disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving behind all the supplies and him.

“Where in the bloody hell did she go?” Steven began to fret, searching the dark desert with squinted eyes. But it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

It was too dark, everything blending into each other until all he could see was sand. Behind him, in front of him, to the left and to the right.

But no you.

‘Steven!’

“I hear you, mate,” Steven bit back, panic gripping at his chest as he gathered your shared bag of supplies and hauled it over his shoulder. “But it’s an absolute no from me.”

You don’t understand the gravity of this situation, Steven. She could be in danger, she could be dying!

The desperate tone in his voice almost halted Steven in his tracks. It felt like an intense tug-of-war, fighting to remain fronting as his worry fueled his every step through the dark sea of sand.

“I’ve got to find her,” he anxiously stuttered, doing his best to ignore Marc’s angry muttering. “I’ve got to find her. I’ve got to find her…”

You’re out of your depth, please.

It was only when he’d trekked about half a mile when he heard your piercing screams.

“Oi take the body!” Steven exclaimed, heart in his throat suddenly. “Take the body!”

When it came down to it, his panic-driven mind knew that Marc was better equipped to handle this type of situation.

His only concern was getting you away from the danger you so clearly were in. Even if that meant giving up his control…

As soon as Marc came to, the suit was wrapping its way around his body, eyes glowing brighter than the moon above him and piercing through the darkness until they found you.

Distant, but there. A mere mile away, from what his enhanced vision could see, and in the hands of—of… Harrow’s men.

A growl ripped through his chest, unnatural and animalistic, crawling from his lips like a beast that had just been released.

It was the blinding anger that propelled him in your direction, soaring through the sky with his billowing cape, closer and closer until—until—

The blinding darkness disappeared as quick as it came.

It felt like Marc had been reconnected with his own body once again.

Feeling the fury melt into uncontrollable fear as he suddenly became aware of his new surroundings.

Standing above a dead body, hand gripping his crescent blade with white knuckles. His crescent blade that was jammed into the chest of a bloodied man. Scarlet against the pure white sand.

But the fear wasn’t for what he’d done—no, this man was the one he’d seen so clearly above your broken body from a mile away—, it was for what he’d find as soon as he turned around to look at you.

You can’t be dead. You can’t. You can’t. You can’t.

The pain was already squeezing his chest, strangling his heart until he felt like he was a second away from death.

Because that’s what would come if he turned around to find you lifeless.

Marc Spector simply couldn’t live without you—something that Steven Grant realized they were beginning to have in common.

‘You have to turn around, Marc.’

No, no, no. He can’t. His body felt paralyzed in terror.

Why was it so silent? Why couldn’t he hear your sigh of relief?

‘Marc, you have to turn around. Please!’

And so he did.

And the sight of your half-open lids sent a wave of emotions rushing through his entire body.

Marc’s legs rushed toward you, bringing him closer without any other thought in his mind than the sight of you alive.

“Baby…” he whispered in anguish, dropping to his knees before you. “Baby, look at me.”

Your dazed stare barely moved from its spot on the sand. With gentle hands, trembling from the emotion of it all, Marc cupped your bruised cheeks with a whisper of a touch.

His voice choked out your name, cracking in a round of tears, but it was what seemed to bring some cognizance back to you.

Cloudy and barely there, your eyes slowly but surely shifted over to the love of your life.

Though it was faint, your heart accelerated at the sight of him, a lazy smile stretching onto your lips.

“H-hi…” you rasped, lightheaded from the blood loss.

You should be dead.

And you would be if it weren’t for the power of Bastet slowly healing your body as she fought to cure the poison coursing through your veins.

The poison you’d been injected with when you were initially ambushed, a creation from the hands of Arthur Harrow himself—guided by Ammit.

Don’t fear, she is being healed as we speak. The voice of Khonshu suddenly rang in Marc’s ears. The avatar of Bastet will live.

Still, it didn’t relieve the pain from seeing your mangled body. Even after releasing you from your confines and cradling you close to his chest, sand seeping into the fabric of his suit.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Marc whispered into your hair. A phrase that didn’t leave his lips often, but in this moment, he couldn’t stop repeating it like a mantra.

And when you finally had enough strength to lift your head, warm strength flowing through your bruised veins, your lips found his in a passionate embrace.

Moving against him like smoothing a balm over his anguish. Though you were the one that had the closest brush with death you’d experienced since becoming an avatar.

It’s like you two were stuck in a loop, chasing each other’s mouths like one of you were suddenly going to disappear.

And when you finally had to break away for air, he kept you close to him, brushing against the soft skin as your foreheads rested together.

“I’m okay, darling,” you whispered against his lips. “We’re okay.”

hi! hi! omg hi! it’s been so long :,) i hope you’re all doing well. don’t worry, i still have plenty of peter parker content to come. it’s sitting in my drafts but it’ll see the light of day soon.

i just wanted pure angst, reader getting hurt cheesy classic cliche of being ‘saved’ (i put little marks around it bc reader is actually a baddie and can’t die anyway) and so that’s that. this was written quickly with barely any revision so sorry :/

love you all, bye bye

— elle <3

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My! - Moon Knight System x F!Reader x Jack Russell

Warning: non con chocking, facial, cream pie, SMUT!, Magic, small fight scene, Khonshu stiring the pot, face fucking, oral (F&M), unprotected sex

A/n: this one was supposed to be like maybe 1.5k but it just kept flowing out of me haha! idk I might make another part? Like if yall want?

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“You will release us of the spell you put on us you crazy perra,” Jake says as he holds you by the throat, your back pushing against the bookshelf behind you. The hand that wasn't holding your neck has a knife against your jugular.There's a smile adorning your face, you know he won't hurt you, especially if they want your help.

You could use your magic to have him release you but where's the fun in that. Especially when your husband was silently entering the room. Your eyes flickered over to his, his mouth snarling as he watched the intruder hold you hostage.

You croak out his name, "Jack" it's barely a whisper as Jake's hold is firm on your neck. Jack is there in a flash, he has the man by the throat and is growling in his face.

"Don't you ever touch mi esposa you coño,"

"Don't test me, your dumb perra of a wife put a spell on us,"

'Jake watch it, we don't have our powers and this guy is something else, he has claws mate' Steven says in the head space.

'Steven's right, we don't know what he's capable of especially if he's married to that witch' Marc agrees. He knows they have to go at this in a smart way. They can't go in guns blazing especially since they can't summon their suit.

You watch your husband hold them hostage, the astounding Moon Knight brought down by a simple spell. One you didn't have a hand in of course, but one you recognized. You rub your neck where the man's hands had previously been.

"As much as I would like for my husband to rip your throat out," you begin using your magic to rip them away from each other. You were holding them the way a mother cat would hold her babies, by the scruff of their shirts.

"What exactly happened? Speak and if I think you are bullshiting me I'll let Jack rip your throat out. I'll kill you since you don't have your Moon Knight suit."

You both watch as his eyes roll back and his face shifts into a scowl. It made him look like an angry eagle.

"Well, it began a week ago." He begins, his accent having lost its Spanish undertones instead adopting one of someone from Chicago.

They were on their usual night patrol, currently Marc had control of body as they scored the night. They were almost done and they could go back to the flat and sleep a few hours before Steven had to go to work the following morning at the children's museum of history.

There was a scream, and it put Marc on high alert. He glided through the air, landing in a dark alleyway. There was no sign of the person who had screamed. Instead, there stood in front of them a hooded figure.

"Que pierdas tus poderes" the stranger said in Spanish, a black glow erupted from their hands.

"Ugh fuck," Marc can feel his body getting weaker, the powers of Khonshu leaving his body. The suit disappears and darkness welcomes him.

When he comes too, he can't summon his suit, and neither can Steven or Jake.

"This is bad Marc, really bad, we can't even contact Khonshu!" Steven paces around their flat. He took over the body as soon as they realized they couldn't summon their suits. He got them home as soon as he could so he could look through his books.

They had also called Layla since she was still Taweret's Avatar. She said they've never faced a foe that could cut the connection between Avatar and their God. But Khonshu had found a witch whom he suspected was the one who had done this. She was in Salvage, Alabama.

The boys booked the next flight out of London. And that's what had led to where they were now. It had taken two weeks of recon, and they watched as you left your little cabin to go out and forge herbs, plants, and fungi. They noticed that you also drove to town for things you couldn't get out in the wilderness. What they hadn't realized was the werewolf that had kept an eye on them along with the man thing. Watching. Waiting. For them to mess up and reveal why they were watching his wife. Jack was suspicious, and rightfully so. This leads us to the exact moment when they burst into your home and held you against the bookshelf.

"Alright, I believe you. I could tell the moment you barged in, you had been whammied, the witch who did it has been after me for a while. She must have used you to kill me, " you say, letting them go, "I can remove the spell from you. Only if you apologize for trying to kill me instead of just asking you dipshits,"

You watch as his facial expression changes one more time. This time he's timid and a bit shy.

"We're really sorry love," Steven has taken over the body as he is the one to sound actually sincere unlike the other two men, "I completely agree that immediately barging in, and basically strangling someone is a bloody wanker move,” he says speaking to Jake and Marc as well as you.

Jack is now behind you, his hands have found their home on your waist as he keeps the death glare trained on them. It was rather in their favor that it was neither the week of the full moon or anywhere close to it.

You hum out in response to their apology, “Apology accepted, now whom might you be? You aren't American, I can tell that much by your British accent.”

He blushes, you were gorgeous now that they have gotten a proper look at you. He swallows thickly only now noticing how the lilac sundress hugs your body, how it pushes your breasts together and rather tastefully, he can feel his cock come to life as he watches you. If they weren't here to get the spell off them and you weren't married they would, rather he would stumble and Marc or Jake would pick up where he left off and ask you on a date and probably shag you after.

“I-my name is Steven Grant, the mad man who held you by your throat is Jake Lockley and the host of the body is Marc Spector, you met him when he told you about the incident.” He gives you his world famous lopsided smile.

“Hmm,” you let his name roll off your tongue, he was attractive. They all were, you were ashamed to admit it but when they held you by the neck a hot wave of arousal went straight to your core, “Alright, i'll take the spell off you now,” you smile sweetly.

You walk out of Jack’s hands and gently place your own on Steven’s warm cheeks. You gently place your lips on his, you feel him tense but shortly relax into the kiss and place his own hands on your hips, deepening the kiss.

When you pull away, you smile and gently rub a thumb over his cheek. “There you are my love, you should be able to call upon your suit once more. I also added another spell, one of protection so that neither of you will ever be affected by another spell user again. Now go on and summon your suits, I’m sure your God has missed you,”

‘There you are worm! I see you've finally gotten your powers back,’ Khonshu says as he sits in the corner of your cabin. You give him a glare.

“You stupid bird, how dare you tell them it was me who whammied them. My husband almost killed them.” you cross your arms over your chest as you look at the God, stunning the 3 men into silence as Jack goes to sit in a corner to read a book.

“You-you can see him?” Steven asks as he summons his Mr. Knight suit. Damn does he look mighty fine in it.

“Yeah, all magic users can see them. Now why don't you leave us alone, big bird, so that I can speak privately with your Avatar.”

“Stupid little worm, you don't command me!” He stands up and slams down his staff.

With a snap of your fingers he disappears much to the MoonKnights surprise, “Now that we're alone again,” you begin as you go and plot yourself in Jack’s lap, he begins to absentmindedly rubbing circles into the flesh of your exposed thighs, “I think, no, I know what you are thinking. I feel the same way and I am more than positive that Jack would be more than happy to join in the fun,”

The men stare at you in awe and confusion. What were you talking about?

‘I told you, you made it way too obvious that you were checking her out,” Jake says.

‘But can he help it? I mean look at her, shes practicaly giving us the green light to fuck her,’ marc makes an appearance.

“Jack, are you ok with sharing me with our guests,” you ask your husband behind you, although you never take your eyes off Steven as he stands in front of you.

“You know I give you whatever you want,” he says leaning into your neck kissing the dip between your shoulder and neck sensually.

You smile as your fingers begin to untie the straps of your dress, bringing the bust down to release your breasts.

“I want you and my husband my husband to fuck me,” you say as you bite your bottom lip and push your breasts together.

***

“Oh, fuck. God Steven your tongue. Yes baby just like that,” you moan as you reach back behind you to kiss your husbands lips as Steven eats your cunt as though you are the only oasis in the desert and he is dying of thirst.

You moan into Jack's mouth as he ruts his cock in between your ass cheeks as Steven continues his assault on your cunt. The both of them bring you to the top of your third orgasm of the night. You havent even been fucked the way you want and youve already come thrice.

“See, I don't you her pussy was a sweet nectar and that you would be addicted,” Jack says as he pulls his mouth from yours. This causes a groan from the man with his face buried into you. They've each given you an orgasm with their tongues but Steven wants to be the one to give you your fourth one before they even think about coming themselves.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” your body begins to lift off the bed but you are pulled back down by stevens strong hold, “Jack i need you inside of me, i need you both inside of me. I want you to both fuck me til im dumb.”

“Yeah bebita? You think you can take both of us?” he says as he rubs his fingers down your cheeks.

You try to speak but nothing comes out of your mouth as the coil in your belly snaps and you feel yourself gushing on their face. Your legs actually begin to shake with pleasure as you pull them up by their hair and kiss Steven’s lips, you can taste yourself on him.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you get into position on the bed. Jack has since come back from behind you to position himself in front of you. He takes his cock in his fist and begins rubbing his head through your folds, slicking his cock with a mixture of your essence and Stevens spit. Without either of you noticing a switch has occurred. Marc had taken the body.

“8in of dick ain't enough for you sweetheart? Need my cock to fill you up too,” Marc says from behind your head. You lean up to look at him moaning out as Jack slides into your already wrecked cunt.

You squeeze one of your breasts as you shake your head yes.

“I need a verbal answer sweetheart or else you aren't getting your mouth stuffed.” Marc’s domineering voice turns you on to no end. As it's usually you taking charge in the bedroom.

“Yes daddy, I want you to stuff me full,” you say as you lean your head back and open your mouth for him to use.

He slides his cock into your mouth, your moans vibrate against his cock as his head presses the back of your throat. Jack’s slow and steady thrusts push you further onto Marc’s cock. You use one hand to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples between your thumb and finger as your free hand goes to fondle Marc’s balls.

“Fuck bebita, your squeezing my cocks so tight,” Jack moans as he begins to pick up the pace. His grip on your thighs tightens.

“Your wife sucks my cock so well Jack you are a lucky man, I-I dont think I’m gonna last long with her perfect lips on my cock. Shes sucking my soul out through my cock,”

You can feel the coil building up. Getting your face and cunt fucked is bringing you to your peak and you never want to stop this feeling. You begin to wonder if Jack will let you keep them as your lover. Having them both fuck you whenever you want. You bring a hand from your breast down to your swollen and slick clit. You move in tight fast circles, moaning as the coil is almost at its peak.

Both men are near their own orgasms, however not selfish lovers they want you to finish before them. One more sweep of your clit and one final thrust you are coming undone, your vision going white as your scream is muffled by Marc. Jack comes next, filling you to the brim with his hot essence. Marc pulls out and finishes himdelf over your fucked out face, his seed coats your face beautifully. He stares at you covered in him and he thinks you are the most beautiful looking like this.

Jack pulls out gently, he leaves a kiss on your lips before grading to get a washcloth to clean you off. Marc leans down and kisses you, licking a bit of his own come from your cheek.

“That was something,” he says smirking as he catches his breath.

“I agree, definitely something that shouldn't end here,” you smile back at him as you both wait for your husband.

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the-archxr · 2 years

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cherry

marc spector x female!reader

summary: marc made you a promise during your most recent encounter. one that he intends to keep, no matter where you two are.

a/n: *gif is not mine, it’s from pinterest* a couple people asked for a part two to my most recent fic, ‘it’s worth it, it’s divine’ and of course, after I got this idea, I had to. this fic can also be read on its own, you don’t need to read the other one to really know what’s happening (although both have smut and we’re all thirsty bitches so)

warnings: +18 content, like this, is pure porn, multiple orgasms, over-stimulation, oral sex (f receiving) honestly that’s all this fic is, fingering, size kink, lots of dirty talk, marc calls reader ‘baby’ again cause that’s his new brand, body worship, public sex, mentions of sexual acts from the other fic, more canon divergence

word count: 3k

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“Fuck, Marc, just—oh my go—“

A large hand places itself over your mouth, robbing your body of any breadth.

“Shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you baby?”

You shake your head aggressively, feeling him smile against your core.

“Good.”

Then, for the second time in ten minutes, Marc gives his full attention to you, and goes back to what he was doing…

Eating you out in the hallway.

A sudden nudge of his nose makes you gasp, though it’s stunted as you bite your lip, nearly drawing blood. Your mouth is already raw from his earlier assault, but he’ll stop if you make any more noise. So all you can do is hold on.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It hadn’t even been a full week since you last saw him. Since you two had sex against Hathor’s statue and you rode him until you both came beneath the glittery night sky; since you had the most mind-numbing, earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

You hadn’t seen him since neither of you really interacted with each other outside of the pyramids. But today was yet another impromptu Council meeting.

This time, apparently, it was because of Khonshu’s doing. Khonshu wanted to talk, which meant that Marc was going to be there, standing before all of you as though the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out a couple nights before.

Not that he was subtle anyway.

Hathor, of course, found it to be incredibly amusing. So much so, that she wouldn’t stop talking your ear off as Marc’s eyes and devilish smirk consistently found yours during the briefing.

It’s not that you were ashamed. Not at all. Fuck, if you could’ve, you would brag about that entire night to everyone you knew.

Everyone except the Ennead.

Because you’re positive Horus would be less than pleased to hear that Hathor’s avatar got dicked down in the main room, much less by the avatar of the god they hated the most.

So you kept quiet and averted Marc’s gaze as much as possible. But your lack of reciprocation did nothing to quell him. In fact, it only seemed to egg him on more. Making the entire meeting incredibly difficult to sit through.

You could feel his stare on you the entire time, even when Isis and Osiris took turns berating him. Even when Khonshu spoke through him, somehow his gaze never left yours. It was this feeling that limited your involvement in the conversation. Luckily Hathor didn’t try to make you talk, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to. You wouldn’t be able to speak to him without thinking of the look on his face as you sat on his cock. You wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about the way you screamed his name and begged him to let you cum.

So you kept your eyes to the ground, trying to both tune out the goddess's comments and the meeting at play to the best of your ability.

And then the Council was dismissed. Horus hadn’t even finished his sentence before you were out of your chair and heading for the hallway.

Why are we walking so fast? Don’t you wanna say hi to your friend?

Hathor’s voice was playful as she thudded behind you, laughing to herself as she went on and on about Marc.

You’re the only person I know who runs from someone who gave them a mind-blowing orgasm, ya know, is what she said to you.

You never responded to her, far too focused on navigating the halls as quickly as possible until you were free.

But then he cut you off.

And so here you were: your head thrown against the wall with Marc’s face stuffed between your thighs and that familiar tightening sensation returning like a blazing fire.

“Marc…” you call out to him. He chuckles, misinterpreting it as a moan. You move your hips against him (ignoring the twinge of pleasure that radiates down your legs), to get him off of you so that way you can reason with him.

You need to tell him that you want him. So fucking bad. But you can’t have him here. Especially with the other avatars still congregating in the next room.

“Marc, honey.” With a huff, Marc stands up straight, face and chest incredibly close to yours. The air around the two of you grows thin, and suddenly, you feel light-headed. “The other avatars, they’re still here. We can’t—you can’t…”

His hand tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear before settling his palm on the side of your cheek. “Baby, I’m sure they’ve done much worse things.” He leans down, nipping and suckling at the hollow of your throat. “Besides, they won’t know if you don’t make any noise. I made you a promise…” A finger comes up to your lips and separates them; the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip down. “And I am a man of my word. Now…can I go back to my meal? I promise to make you feel just as good as last time, baby.”

You whimper along with a barely-there nod; body involuntarily folding into his. He grins. “Wonderful.”

And with that, he falls to his knees again, yanking your shorts and underwear down from your knees to your ankles. He holds them until you step out of them, before neatly folding the garment beside you.

He starts just underneath your breasts, leaving scorching kisses through the fabric of your t-shirt as his hands run up and down your bare legs. They leave goosebumps in their wake as he slowly edges to where you want—need—him most. He descends down to your cunt, nudging his nose into every curve, slowly mouthing at your hip. His palm splays across the expanse of your thigh, kneading the flesh there.

He’s slow this time around. His desire is not as rushed or hungry. There’s a different sort of passion to his actions.

Puffs of his hot breath hit your pussy, until he’s widening the space between your thighs and kissing you right at the junction of your left thigh.

“Mhmm, missed you.” He mumbles to himself before moving in. His lips wrap around your clit, slowly massaging the little bundle of nerves until every one of them has been turned on. He hums at his own ministrations, and the vibration stings the base of your spine. He toys with you, the ashes he left in his wake a couple days ago reigniting in an instant.

Your hand shoots to his scalp, fingers carding through his hair mindlessly. A feeble attempt to make yourself busy as his mouth does its work.

All thought of the Ennead walking in on this leaves you as he laps at your dripping arousal. He acts like a man on death row like you’re his final meal and he’s going to enjoy it in every way he can. He’s messy; all tongue and teeth and feather-light kisses that make your bones shake. His shoulders hold your body in place against the wall as his head dips and moves in the low glow of the hallway light. You’re nearly off the floor; only his body, and your tiptoes supporting you, as he pulls your hips forward to meet his mouth.

The noises are obscene. A mix of grumbles, hums, and breathy moans echo around you until all you can hear is the sound of him enjoying the taste of you.

He promised you last time that the second time you came was going to be on his face. And with the way the pleasure sears through you, you guarantee that he’s going to get what he wants.

Your back arches into him as your grip on his hair tightens. You feel the way he tries to calm himself down at that. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Another swirl of his tongue. “So. Good… Can tell you’re close.”

You sigh, head lolling to the end of the hallway. You can hear the faint voices of the avatars—still present and chatting as you are being brought to an impending orgasm. It’s an interesting contrast; knowing that they are blissfully unaware of how Khonshu’s avatar has been bringing you to your climax for the second time in this fucking pyramid.

You do your best to be quiet; to keep your sounds to a minimum so as to not alert them. But then his tongue flicks your hole before it slips in and you're slapping your free palm against your mouth.

Your eyes are screwed shut as your hips gyrate at a much faster speed. “Marc…” you whisper, freeing your face of your hand as a particularly loud moan tickles the back of your throat. You hold it there. Desperately trying to keep your release under control. Except he makes it so very strenuous.

Because he’s dangling you over the edge. So close, that just one more stray movement would have you tumbling over the cliff, a mess of sweat and cries as you fuck his face.

“You’re holding back, baby. C’mon. Cum on my face. Wanna taste you for real.” You let out a low grunt at his words. He can still feel you holding your orgasm in, which seems to only frustrate him. And it’s that action alone that makes his hands tighten around your hips as his tongue moves in you faster. A desire to toss you over the cliff and watch as you unravel.

The feeling is all-consuming. You need to cum. So, so badly. But you won’t. You can’t. They’ll absolutely hear you if you do.

But then you feel his hips against the lower part of your leg and you realize he’s grinding himself on you. Marc dry-humps your bare leg, loudly groaning at the friction of his jeans and your trembling body. He’s getting himself off as he eats you out, and it’s that thought that has you crashing.

Your jaw falls slack, movements coming to a halt as you hold him against you. You white-knuckle the fist full of curls as you quiver beneath the weight of his body. Thankfully, no noise escapes you. Just the occasional squeak as your mouth stays open in a silent moan. You came on his face; the same way in which he promised you; the same way in which he wanted.

But he keeps at his pace. Keeps licking and sucking at you, even after your high has gone.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans. “That was good. You’re so good for me.” He bites at the curve of your hip bone, before soothingly licking at it. “But I think you can do better. Think you can be louder. What do you say hmm?” You squint at him through half-lidded eyes and a hazy mind. “Think you can give me a couple more?”

“Couple more?!” Your voice shrieks, the sudden attention of what he’s demanding rattling around your brain. And then you realize how loud you were, and you practically melt into the wall out of embarrassment.

You let out a loud sigh. “Fuck, Marc. Someone’s—you kept your promise. Please. You—you made me feel good, please. I promise.“

He clicks his tongue against his cheek as he shakes his head. “No. No, I don’t think I did. I think…” he palms you then, the heel of his hand pressing deeply into you. “I think I need to make sure that you feel good.”

His fingers tease your throbbing entrance mercilessly as he awaits a response. Though you come up with nothing as you rack your brain for something. Anything. Part of you knows the dangers of you getting in trouble by a far-too-curious Council member, and wants to protest Marc’s efforts. But the other part of you—the part that is still incredibly turned on by the way he pats your folds like an instrument—knows you never wanted him to stop. You wanted him to pull every ounce of pleasure he possibly can from you.

And that’s when you make your decision.

Looking down at him, you inhale deeply, hoping it’ll give you as much confidence as possible. “Give it to me. However many you can just—please…fuck me, Marc. Fuck me.”

He’s stoic for a moment. A brief flicker of shock until his face contorts into a wide grin. “Are you sure, baby? I don’t think I can stop if we get goin’.”

Raising an eyebrow, you bring your hand to the back of his head, eagerly pushing him into you. “I want to cum on your face.”

“…God, I thought you’d never ask.”

Figuratively and literally, he dives back into you. Your lips are swollen and puffy and you’re nearly numb as he continues to eat you out. There’s hardly any build-up this time. Instead, he’s just licking everything, everywhere until you can hear your wetness. It’s dirty—fucking filthy as his head bobs between your thighs.

The stimulation is blinding; boiling beneath your skin to the point where your heartbeat feels like it’s coming from your throbbing pussy. He paws at you, desperate to taste every inch of you. Desperate to hear every sound possible come from you. He flattens his tongue; swirls it around your aching bud, nips, sucks, and shoves it back into your entrance. He falls into a rhythm; a mix-up of different actions that make you want to cry. “Fucking shit, Marc. More, please. Wanna’ cum.”

He doesn’t stop; determined to know every single thing about you. Inside and out. To memorize the way you cum. To know the way you feel tightening around every part of him. To have your thighs shake around his head; to have you gush on his tongue. He continues his pattern, ever-so-slightly increasing his speed with the pitch of your moans. “Fuck, fuck. Marc, I’m—holy shit, I’m gonna cum, gonna—I’m coming! Fuck, I’m coming!”

You nearly fall off the wall into him as your orgasm rips through you. You scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucks you through your high. You’re gasping in between each wave; each ebb and flow of your release affects a different part of your body until you fall limp and your grip on his body ceases.

Immediately—as though the man doesn’t need to breathe—he’s standing up, body fully engulfing you as he breathes into your neck. He’s huge (you know he is, every part of him). And the fact that your body seems so small in comparison to his, makes you wet all over again. “Want one more, baby. Think you can do that?”

You don’t respond. Simply, you just crash your mouth into his. You taste yourself on his tongue as it explores everything it can. The act is filthy; painfully sexy as you groan through flash images and reminiscent feelings. Somehow you can’t get enough. Your body feels like it’s floating. It’s nearly in complete ecstasy. But you know have another one in you. You’re not fully satisfied. You can feel the desperation for one more release deep in your bones.

You just need one more.

You don’t speak, at least you don’t think you do. You don’t voice your desires into existence. But regardless, Marc knows. Because then he’s dragging two fingers through your slit, collecting your cum before dipping the digits into your aching hole. Your chest heaves almost instantly. Your body opens itself up to him, fully allowing itself to feel everything. To feel the building of your third orgasm.

Fuck, just one more…

He pumps his fingers a couple times inside you before curling them near your cervix, mimicking a come-hither motion. You moan into his mouth, his throat eager to swallow every little sound you make.

“God, baby, just like that.” Your eyes have rolled into the back of your head at this point as he uses his thumb to stroke you while his other fingers pump in and out. In and out.

“That feel good, honey?” He ponders, feigning innocence. You can tell he’s watching the way his fingers fully sheathe themselves in your pussy. The way they disappear, then reappear covered in the remnants of your orgasm and the perpetual arousal; the beginnings of your third climax. And fuck you’re almost there. You’re so stimulated, so fucking horny that he’s already brought you there. You’ve started to ride his hand, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, until you’re sore and bedridden and can’t think about anything other than how hard he makes you cum.

“Fuck.” He growls into your neck. “Gonna cum again, baby?”

You nod, grinding down onto his fingers as quickly as your aching body can muster. The sounds of his wrist slapping against your mound drive you mad; crazy for the way they move inside you. You can feel the bend of his knuckles and the base of his fingers where they meet his palm. They curl and glide with ease as he rubs you in just the right way. His actions are fast. So frenzied and erotic. So deliciously hot that you can’t tell the difference between the heavy pounding of his fingers or the growing knot right above your pussy.

“Harder,” you cry. “Fuck, Marc, don’t stop. M’gonna cum.”

“Open your eyes, baby. Wanna watch you.”

Willing yourself to open them, your fingers go down to his hand buried between your folds. You grab it, feeling the way the muscles flex and ripple beneath the skin as they move with you. Gasping, you arch into his chest, maintaining eye contact as you watch his pupils dilate.

And then the coil breaks. It’s a hard snap that renders the lower half of your body completely devoid of any feeling. Whining, you shove your head into his neck, biting his shoulder as your vision goes blurry. Your climax is hard and goes away just as quickly as it came. Yet your body still shudders. Your contentment lives in the afterglow of your euphoria and allows you to move slowly against his hand until you come back down from space.

Marc presses kiss after kiss—all gentle and loving—into your hair. He doesn’t remove his fingers from your aching pussy, but he doesn’t move them either. Just keeps them there for a moment as he breathes in your scent.

“My turn.”

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(booty so big) lord have mercy [18+]

Steven Grant x f!Reader x Marc Spector

Rating: Explicit

(gif is my own, idk this was the best one i could find that shows off the goods, like look at the curve jfc)

summary: steven and marc have a great ass and you’re obsessed with it. y’all have a bunch of fun, sexy times. that’s it (this fic is post ep 6 but i did take some creative liberties)

warnings: just detailed descriptions of various sexual scenarios, but also, it’s wholesome? fingering (both vaginal and anal), oral (f receiving, maybe also m idk if it counts), sex (vaginal and anal), pegging (obviously), body worship (that’s like the main one), semi public sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3.7k

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“Mornin’ babe…” you mumble into the sheets, arm reaching out to drape over the body lying next to you.

You’re greeted with a rough American accent, grumbling about it being too early to wake up, before you’re pulled close and two thick arms wrap around you, effectively crushing you against Marc’s chest.

You wiggle around in his hold just enough to free your arms and bring them to his back, rubbing at the tense muscles there. Marc relaxes a bit, moving to rest his head in the nook of your shoulder. You continue kneading the muscles on his back, his shoulders, slowly moving lower until your fingers are pressing into his lower back.

You trace idle patterns on the skin there, ever so slightly dipping your fingers into the waistband of his black boxers before-

“Fucking hell [Y/N]-“ Marc groans, scraping his teeth against your shoulder as you grab his ass under his boxers, squeezing his cheeks and humming at how round and full they feel in your hands.

What a lovely start to the morning.

---

Steven drops a pinch of fish food into the fish tank, talking to the little goldfish (Gus 2.0 and their new addition, Goldie) and occasionally Marc. It seemed like he had more control of the body today, and he’d decided to go about sorting through his books and cleaning up the place a little.

You were working on one of your projects, putting together some documents, looking up every once in a while, to watch Steven go about his day, mumbling under his breath as he marked sections in different books. It brought a smile to your face, seeing them happy, seeing Steven and Marc at ease now that they were free from being Khonshu’s avatar.

Steven moved around the apartment, crossing over to the kitchen to grab a snack and as he made his way back to his desk, your hand shot out and smacked his ass, the resounding clap drowning out Steven’s cute little gasp.

“W-what was that for?” he exclaimed, turning to face you with wide eyes. His cheeks were flaming red and he squirmed as your hand groped his ass cheek before you moved it up to grab his hip and pull him close to you. You looked up from your laptop screen with a mischievous smile, chuckling as Steven rolled his eyes. You tilt you head up a little more, puckering your lips in a silent request, and Steven smiles as he leans down and pecks you softly. You try to deepen the kiss but he pulls aways and fixes you with a look.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“Ugh, yeah, but it’s boring!” you groan. “I’d much rather be doing you,” you say, waggling your eyebrows.

Steven blinks, before erupting into laughter. He’s leaning against you now, and his voice quiets down a little. He mumbles under his breath and you hold him as you watch his head droop a little. A few seconds pass before his head shoots back up and you’re now faced with Marc, who’s staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“That was so fucking bad [Y/N].”

“Yeah well, it’s the truth,” you say, before you both laugh, holding each other’s hands and squeezing them slightly.

You really love working at home.

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“Oh, hiya love!” Steven greets you as you walk into your apartment, waving excitedly from his spot on the bed, where he’d been reading.

“Hey…” you groan out, feeling the energy seep out of your bones the second you cross the threshold and drop your bag onto the couch.

It had been quite a tiring day at work, what with a new client dropping a project out of nowhere, leaving your department scrambling to make up for the loss. You’d already spent a sizeable amount of the assigned budget for this new project and to have them come out of nowhere and say they didn’t want to continue the project anymore was frustrating as hell.

Steven peered at you with concerned eyes as you slowly peeled off your coat and stripped down to your underwear before walking into the shower, shoulders slumped and head hanging low.

“She looks tired…”

Yeah, we gotta do something.

The two make their way into the bathroom, which was filled with steam. You were in the shower, hands braced against the wall as you let the hot water from the showerhead fall over you, the heat soothing your aching muscles a bit. At the sound of the bathroom door closing shut, you look up to see Steven undress, before squeezing himself into the shower and standing behind you, his hands settling on your hips to steady himself.

“Hi sweetheart…” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck and lightly massaging your hips. “Bad day at work?”

You scoff. “Yeah, just an all-round mess.” You turn around to face Steven before dropping your head down against his chest. The hot water rained down over the both of you, and you felt Steven move a little to grab the body wash, before lathering it up in his hands and scrubbing your back.

While his hands worked on cleaning you up, yours slowly crept down his back and over his ass, your fingers digging into the round cheeks. You lifted your head up and onto his shoulder, looking down at your own hands as they squeezed.

You could hear Steven panting, his warm breath washing over the skin of your shoulder. One of your fingers dips into the space between his ass cheeks, sliding over his puckered rim, which clenched slightly.

“Can I fuck you?” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “In here? Don’t wanna move to-“

“Gods yes, please-“ Steven groans, moving to kiss you, while you blindly reach over to grab the lube that Marc had decided to stash in the bathroom when he’d gotten a little too impatient that one time.

Neither of you was in any mood to draw this out. You were tired from your long day at work and Steven and Marc had already had their own little fun time when you’d been at work, so neither of you was going to last long.

You had Steven leaning against the shower wall, his back pressed against the wet tile and one of his feet resting against the little ledge on the side as you fingered him. One of his hands was moving furiously over his cock, while the other was situated between your legs. His fingers rubbed at your clit, the water and lube making everything so slippery but feel oh-so-good.

You curled the fingers inside him, trying to find that spot inside him that made him sing, and it didn’t take long until your fingers were pressing right over that bundle of nerves, over and over, meanwhile, Steven’s fingers continued laving attention on your pussy, switching between rubbing circles around your clit and dipping into you, feeling how wet you were.

You were vaguely aware of just how depraved it all sounded, your moans echoing in the shower, the slick sounds of your fingers in Steven, his fingers inside you, his hand moving over his cock, the occasional sound of skin slapping together, all made louder due to the water that dripped down on them.

It didn’t take long for Steven to spill onto his own hand, cum dribbling down, some of it getting washed down the drain. You weren’t that far behind, tensing as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You come around Steven’s fingers, clenching rhythmically around them, and even after you come down from your high, his fingers continue to move inside you, feeling the wetness, before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.

You moan, slipping your fingers out of him and kneeling in front of him, licking at the remnants of his spend that dripped down his cock and his thighs, before reaching back to squeeze his ass again.

“Your ass just made my day less sucky.”

Steven shook his head and laughed, before helping you back up on your feet. He spent the next few minutes cleaning the two of you up, relaying messages to and from Marc, while you vented about your day.

Eventually, you moved to the bed, where you snuggled close to Marc, who’d fronted at some point between your walk to the bedroom. He wrapped himself around you, letting his weight press you down against the bed just the way you liked it, and pretty soon, you were fast asleep, one arm spread out beside you, while the other stayed wrapped around Marc as your hand stayed on his ass.

You really loved that ass.

---

“Oh fuck, Marc, please- oh my god-“

You craned your neck down to see Marc resurface from his spot between your legs, his lips and chin glistening. He smirked as one of his hands reached up to intertwine your fingers together, before dropping his head back down to lick at you core, his tongue moving all over you.

Your free hand moved towards his head, your fingers grabbing his curls in what must have been a painful grip, as Marc ate you out. The sounds that filled the air were absolutely obscene as he swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking your pussy lips into his mouth, making your back arch off the desk that he’d pushed you on top of earlier.

You were in one of the empty conference rooms in your office. It was after work hours, so the only people in the building were the night guards and a few people that worked for the other companies that shared the building. When you’d told Marc that you had to stay back at work to finish up some stuff, and that everyone else had left, he’d wasted no time in showing up under the pretense of accompanying you back home so you wouldn’t have to be alone so late at night.

That had been an hour ago. He’d watched you work for a bit, sorting through some files and what not, and when you’d announced that you were done and ready to leave, he’d stalked over to you with that smirk of his and pulled you into the closest conference room, before pushing you down onto the table and pulling off your slacks and your panties along with them.

“Marc…” you whimper, the grip you have on his hair tightening as he smiles against your core. You want to tell him you want him, that you need him to fuck you, but it’s getting harder to form words in your mouth and all you can do is moan and squeeze your thighs around his head.

After what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes, Marc stands back up on his feet, his hands dragging up over your legs and thighs, squeezing them lightly as he moves to stand between your hips. You can see the clear outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans, and before you can focus on anything else, he’s unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free that giant cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Marc looked like a mess, his hair standing up from the way you’d grabbed it earlier, and his face was flushed red and wet from the nose down. He looked so fucking sexy it made you want to scream. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, before licking his fingers and rubbing your pussy, making sure you were still wet enough to take him.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out and filling you up, making you quiver and moan out loud. Marc licked his lips, before grabbing your hips and thrusting deep into you, smiling with satisfaction as he watched you grip the edge of the table.

Everything was a blur after that. Marc set a punishing pace as he fucked you hard and deep, making you clench around his cock. At some point he’d pushed your shirt and bra up to expose your breasts, and he’d taken the time to leave hickies all over them, biting and sucking at the skin harshly before soothing it with gentle licks.

You mouthed at his neck, biting at the thick vein as he continued fucking into you, when you felt his head drop against your shoulder. His hips continued thrusting back and forth, stuttering every now and then when you clenched around him.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe we’re doing this at your work, this is insane,” Steven whispered right against your ear, before standing up straight, pulling you up with him. Your hands instantly moved into his pants and grabbed his ass, urging him to thrust deeper into you, licking up his neck and sucking on the spot behind his ear that you know will get him to move faster.

“Steven, fuck- oh, right there, baby, please- where’s- where’s Marc?”

“I’m here, we’re here-“

“We’re both here.”

They sounded drowsy and you feel their hips falter against yours, slowing down and speeding up at random. Steven and Marc were both trying to chase down their orgasm, and you were holding on for dear life, your nails digging into the skin of his ass cheeks. You were so fucking close, but it still wasn’t enough, so you keep grinding your hips against theirs until-

“I’m cumming- oh my fucking god- fuck-“ you scream, feet digging into Steven and Marc’s lower back, holding them in place as you gush around their cock. You slumped against the body holding you close, arms wrapped tight around you as the cock inside you pulsed, and suddenly you were being filled with thick, hot cum.

“Fuck that was good…” Marc whispered as his hips stuttered, and you both feel the cum inside you leaking out from where you’re still joined.

You stay like that for a bit, foreheads pressed together as you come down from the high of your shared orgasm. A quick look to the left has you gasping because good lord, it was so late and you still had work tomorrow.

“Okay we need to leave-“

“Not without cleaning up!” Steven exclaimed, pointing at the mess on the table and down on the tiled floor.

You make quick work of cleaning yourselves (and the office, which you make sure to lock up) before quietly leaving, your hand in Steven’s back pocket, and his arm slung around your shoulder as you walk out the front door, avoiding the gaze of the nightguards.

“We…we actually shagged in your office-“ Steven whispered excitedly. “That was-“

“Fucking awesome, I know,” you say with a toothy smile as you pat his ass. “Next time, bring a condom so we can avoid the mess.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Marc whispered, leaning over to kiss you, biting your lip lightly, like a promise.

“Next time?” Steven looked scandalized, like he hadn’t just had semi-public sex a few minutes ago.

“You know what? Maybe next time we should hit the museum. Steven, you know any good spots in there where we could fuck?”

You giggle as Marc and Steven bicker back and forth, Steven appalled at the possibility of being caught and being fired again and Marc having fun teasing their shy, adorable boyfriend.

These boys were going to be the death of you.

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You loved the weekends. Two whole days where you and your boyfriends got to just kick back and relax, catch up on some TV shows, lounge around in your underwear, and just enjoy each other’s’ company.

You find every opportunity you can to smack that delicious round ass of theirs, watching it jiggle, delighting in the way Steven gasps and blushes, or the way Marc leans in to the touch, grunting softly before pulling you towards him and kissing you.

Sometimes you’ll sidle up behind them and grind your hips against their ass, and Marc or Steven will whisper ever so softly if you could fuck them, and you pretty much live for those moments.

So here you are now, kneeling on the bed facing Steven, who’s laying face down on the bed with his ass high in the air while you finger him open, watching the way his hole stretches around your fingers. You’re already strapped up, the harness digging ever-so-slightly into your hips and the big, veiny dildo hanging from the front, which you grind against Steven, watching his skin erupt in goosebumps.

You continue fingering him, listening to him groan against the sheets as he fists them. From time-to-time, you hear Marc’s moans mixed in there too, telling you to hurry up and just put it in already.

You opt to ignore his urges, because the dildo is a little big and even though they’d used it before, you don’t want to risk hurting them, so you take your time stretching them out.

“[Y/N], please…” Steven whispered so sweetly, turning his head slightly to look at you with those pleading eyes and who were you to deny him anything?

Your pull your fingers out of his hole, before quickly applying a generous amount of lube over the dildo. You lean closer towards Steven, rubbing the lubed-up dildo against his hole, watching it clench around nothing.

“Hey babe? I wanna try something…” you hum, pushing the head of the dildo into his hole slowly and watching it stretch around the formidable girth.

“What- fuck, what did you have in mind?”

“Wanna see if you can come with just this. You think you can do that?”

“[Y/N]…” Steven groaned, feeling the head of the dildo push into him fully, waiting for the rest of it to fill his insides.

You lick your lips, feeling the temperature around you rise a little. “You didn’t answer the question baby.”

“I’ll try, please- please just fuck me.”

“Alright darling, I got you.”

You slowly thrust into him, watching the rest of the dildo disappear into him, and you both groan as you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against his ass.

“Remember, you can’t touch your cock yeah? Want to make you cum just using your ass.”

“Good lord [Y/N], please-“

And without much warning, you pull almost all the way back before thrusting back into him. Your thrusts are pretty hard and deep and you relish in the way Steven’s ass jiggles when your hips smack against him at every thrust.

You really, really, love that ass.

Seemingly on autopilot, you bring a palm up to your mouth, licking it, before raising it up over Steven’s ass, and smacking it down onto his right ass cheek, hard, watching the skin redden.

You still for a moment, keeping an eye out for Steven’s reaction, but it turns out you don’t have much to worry about because he moans really loud, his back dipping even lower down onto the bed.

“Oh gods, do that again, please-“

“Fuck, you like that baby?” you ask, fucking him with shallow thrusts as you grope his ass. You watch him nod against the sheets, and so you decide to give him what he wants.

With every few thrusts of your strap-on pressed into him, you’d raise you arm and smack him on his ass, alternating between hitting his right and left ass cheek. You switch from deep, hard thrusts to fast, shallow ones, hoping to find his prostate, and when you did, Steven cried out, thrusting his hips back against you and sobbing as he urged you to go faster.

You could tell he was close, and a quick look down at the sheets between his legs confirmed it. His cock had leaked profusely down onto the sheets, leaving a giant stain of precum. And all without touching his cock.

“You close?” you mumbled, biting your lip as you tried to keep up a consistent pace, but watching Steven fall apart, all because of you had you feeling light-headed.

Marc was the one who answered. “Yeah- fuck, we are, keep going, please- [Y/N], please-“

His words were a little slurred, and you hear Steven chiming in, adding his own set of pleas, so you fuck into them, sweat dripping from your forehead at the exertion. It’s like you’ve got tunnel vision, the only thing that mattered in that moment was giving your boyfriends what they wanted, you wanted to make them feel good, you loved that you could make them come undone, and one a particularly hard thrust, you raise both your palms, licking them to make them wet and cool, before smacking their ass cheeks in succession, left, right, left, watching the skin flush red, and before you know it, they’re coming, groaning out profanities, still pushing back against the strap-on as they chase their orgasm.

You watch them with amusement, wiping the sweat from your forehead and pushing back the hair that had fallen over your eyes. Steven had slumped down onto the bed, wincing when he felt his precum smear against his stomach. The dildo had slipped out from him, making a squelching noise from all the lube.

You straddle the back of his legs and spread his ass cheeks, watching his gaping hole try and clench around the air, and because you were a little tease, you dipped two fingers in, thrusting in and out slowly just to watch him squirm from the overstimulation.

And just for good measure, you smack his ass again, before bending down to press a few quick kisses to the red skin, feeling the warmth, and you snicker as a weak moan reaches your ear.

“I get it, you love my arse,” Steven grumbles, drowsiness evident in his voice.

“Hell yeah I do.”

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i tried to be a little more accurate with the DID representation, consulted videos from systems online to best portray co-consciousness and switching, but please let me know if there's anything that feels wrong in my writing. i want to be as respectful about this as possible, but know that if i did something inaccurately it was not my intention. i am open to constructive criticism and i hope you enjoyed the fic :]

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