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inklore · 2 years

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apparitions.

premise: you don’t know how this came to be; steven fucking you in front of a mirror. your body and pleasure showcased to marc, to prove a point, to show him steven knows best.

pairing: steven grant x (f)reader

word count: 839

warnings: minors dni please, marc x reader are mentioned and alluded in here but not shown, unprotected sex, literally just smut, dom!steven, teasing, voyeurism in a sense.

etc: this is based on this and this ask, i kind of strayed from the initial idea since i plan on writing a version of this, but not quite the same, with marc and other oscar characters, but me writing steven as a dom? shocking i know lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

“Does he do it better than me?” Steven hums, you’ve never heard his voice so deeply coated with jealousy and lust. The dynamic the three of you had was always so well laid out, who spent this time with you one day, or that time another day. Sometimes both of them at once. There had never been any fighting over you, over the moments shared with one of the other. It was an equal playing ground, you adored them both the same as they loved you the same.

Competition didn’t fit into the cracks of this unique relationship, and yet it was somehow showing it’s childish head right now.

Peering from around a corner with a sinister smirk as your palm dug into the edge of the mirror, Steven’s hand moving between your thighs as the pad of his finger rubbed circles against your clit; heavy pants mixed with moans spilling from your mouth, Steven’s dirty words making you clench around his thickness as it fucked up into you.

Your lids feel heavy, the exhaustion of being toyed with and fucked for what feels like hours—all in the means of proving a point—seeping into you bone deep. Steven’s other arm having to hold up your waist to prevent you from falling forward; and just letting him use you.

His reflection shows blown out pupils tainted with determination of sexual prowess. Sometimes a smirk will cross his lips and you know Marc must have said something, must be toying with him—with both of you.

“Tell me, love.” Steven grunts against your ear, “can he fuck you this good? You’re so wet for me, grippin’ me so tight.”

You don’t know how, or why, this came to be; Steven fucking you in front of a mirror. Your entire naked body on display in front of it as he pounds into you, your chest heaving, a sheen of sweat coating your breasts and abdomen as he makes you come for the third time tonight. Part of you wants to feel annoyance or some kind of begrudging feeling at both men using you as some dick swinging contest, but it’s hard to do when Steven feels so good inside of you. When each thrust of his hips hitting your ass coats his filthy words to you—and Marc—so ridiculously obscene, how you can hear the wet noises of his cock merge with your pitiful moans as he uses you, plays with you, toys with you; it’s hard to feel anything other than this, to think about anything other than Steven.

Marc being an afterthought. Only remembered when Steven prompts you again: “thinks he knows your body, how to please you, you were mine first, he wouldn’t know how to touch you if it wasn’t for me. gotta show him how to fuck you right.”

“Steven,” you moan, body leaning back into his until he makes a disapproving sound and is straightening you back up.

“Don’t move, love. Marc needs to see you, needs to watch my fingers play with this perfect pussy of yours. How else will he learn?” You catch a glimpse of Steven’s smirk—at Marc—before your eyes are shutting in ecstasy, the building pleasure of the fingers against your clit, the cock inside of you, and how filthy and needy you must look like right now to Marc all bringing you closer and closer to coming again.

Both boys had a way of mixing pleasure and torture so good that you felt devilish with how bad you wanted them both. How bad you wanted to be face down and ass up for Marc, or spread out atop Steven’s desk for him. Steven had you first but now you belonged to both of them. You were addicted to both of them. Loved fucking both of them. Your mind can’t wrap itself around choosing which one fucks better, which one makes you come harder. They both leave you breathless and throbbing to the point of exhaustion.

But you will gladly let them use you for these silly little games again. Will happily let Steven showcase you in front of a mirror for Marc’s eyes, for him to be envious of; the image of how deeply torn with sexual desire and need he must look like right now makes a shuttering gasp catch in your lungs.

“Tell him how good it feels, tell him you’re mine.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, his eyes shifting from yours to the other side of the mirror. Steven’s saying something but it’s not to you, it’s cocky and sneering and clipped at the end with a deep groan as your cunt clenches harder around him.

“I’m–fuck,” you’re almost there, so close. You can barely keep your neck upright, your eyes barely open.

His lips are pressed to your ear, his pants sending shivers down your spine, “it’s killing him not being able to touch you.” Steven’s fingers pick up speed on your clit, his cock following suit. “Come on my cock love, give Marc a show, yeah?”

#steven grant x f!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #moon knight smut #steven grant one shot #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant fics #steven grant fic #moon knight one shot #moon knight fic #moon knight fics #steven grant fanfic #**

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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𝑾𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

summary: steven wakes you up with the most important question of his life

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

word count: 1998

a/n: (listen to this and this, while reading xx)

His eyes speak with love as he gazes upon your sleeping figure.

a smile perches on his face, fingertips lightly tracing the soft skin of your wrist. The way your eyes flutter shut. Those thick lashes brush against your upper cheekbones with your lips parting just a little. He can’t help but admire how peaceful and adorable you look while you’re asleep. It makes him feel so warm and nice.

the room falls into silence and the only thing he can hear is your breathing. And, Gods, how he feels at ease listening to it.

You aren’t aware of this, but Steven likes to wake up early before you do, just so he gets the opportunity to watch you sleep like an angel that you are before you’re awake. And that may sound creepy to some, but frankly, he doesn’t care at all.

He had spent a lifetime trying to find someone he could love and who would do the same for him. Who accepted him for who he is, and is willing to help him through all his troubles and reassure him that everything’s going to be okay. He found that someone, and it’s you.

You’re Gods greatest gift for him, and he doesn’t think he can get anymore grateful than that.

“Love? Wake up, love...” he quietly speaks. “It’s your turn to make pancakes”

He hears you grumble, but refuses to open your eyes, scooting yourself closer to him, and the sight is so endearing

“Strawberry pancakes, remember? You made a promise last night you’d make them for me.” He smiles, resting his temple against his open hand.

“Five more minutes, baby. I promise You mutter, fingers reaching out to find his arm before grabbing it close to your chest. “Love your hand so much, it’s way softer than mine.”

He responds with a chuckle, loving how you often slur in your sleep. It’s so cute to him. “Well ... i can’t wait for another five minutes, knowing you, you’ll turn it into five hours.”

You softly back hand slap his arm, “don’t make fun of me. You know i don’t”

“I know, darling” he answers with a teasing smile, kissing the crown of your hair. “But i do need you to wake up though, there’s a rather important question i need to ask.”

He turns his gaze from you to momentarily check on the ring that sits on top of the table beside his bed, breathing out a sigh of relief to know that it hasn’t gotten lost yet. He quickly grabs it from the night stand before hiding the beautiful jewelry inside the pocket of his sweats.

Ever since he purchased the ring, he has been extra careful with it. Always keeping an eye on it, checking the inside of his pockets and bag every five minute to make sure that it still there. His anxiety most definitely sky-rocketed when there was now an engagement ring he had to look after.

The ring cost a lot of money, nearly emptied out the numbers on his card, but he didn’t mind. He’d get the most beautiful and gorgeous-looking one there is because you deserve it. You deserve everything good in this world.

“How important is this question for you to wake me up at dawn, hm? You’re destroying my beauty sleep.”

“It’s not dawn, it’s late!” He replies, chuckling as he removes parts of your hair that’s covering your pretty face. “Please?”

You groan slightly, hating how cute he sounds when he says it. It’s your big weakness, really.

“Alright fine” you slowly open your eyes, soon a smile replacing your frown at the sight of your beautiful man with his messy curls framing his face. “You’re such a pretty thing to look at”

“I believe that’s something i should’ve said to you, my love” Steven responds in his —best— neutral voice, but he fails to hide the shy glint decorating his features.

“We both can be pretty”

You always have the answers to everything, Steven thinks. It’s one of the many things he loves about you. And how you try to make him feel good about himself every single minute, telling him how beautiful he is inside and out. It always put his heart at ease.

You look at his shy demeanor and your smile grows bigger, reaching up slightly to peck cheek. “Now… what is it that you want to ask me?”

All the smiles wash away as he falls back into being nervous, compiling all the courage in him before he gets to ask the one important question that is about to change both of your lives forever.

He has prepared the worst and best scenarios when it comes down to this. He would not be able to handle the situation perfectly if you decide to reject his proposal, but he always puts your feelings first. If you’re not ready, then you aren’t. That’s what’s important to him, even if it hurts him to the core.

“I…” he starts, slowly reaching into his pockets, internally relieve when you don’t question his move. “Have never been the one who believes that love exists for me. . . Encountered so many but it always ends up with me being alone again. . . A person takes one look at me and they see a burden. Someone who brings quite disastrous into their lives and for a while, i start to believe them.”

“You are not a burden, Steven,” you say, refusing for him to believe that it’s true.

Nodding, he continues, “you always remind me that. That i’m just as good as everyone else and how well deserved i am to be loved by someone else.” He’s holding back tears when images of his previous partners reject his love and dedication to putting effort into trying and making the relationship work.

“You made me the happiest man alive, the day when you chose me.” He smiles softly at you, eyes filled with adoration and love that he reserves only for his woman. “Almost too good to be true. I still can’t believe it until this day. When there were so many beautiful people out there who would get down on their knees to make you the love of their lives, hoping for you to choose their beating hearts yet you chose . . . me.”

Your eyes and heart begin to soften when he reaches his hand out and intertwines it. Propping your elbow on the plush pillow so your face is inches away from his.

“You have the most beautiful and purest heart to love of them all. . . that’s why i chose you.” you truthfully respond, rubbing your thumb against his skin in hopes of wiping away his worries.

His love grows more when you speak to him. You always know what to say to him, and he knows that you mean every word that has ever been told. You never lie when you’re with him. What’s the point of lying to the man you commit your love to?

“I love you, darling . . . With all my heart and soul, I love you. You took my breath away when you walked into that museum and my life. I prayed to the Gods that you could be the one who lights up my gloomy days. Who’d be the one to hold me in your sleep and wake up to the next morning.” His smile pulls into a grin. “You looked so beautiful that day . . . in the prettiest white sundress, i have ever seen in a person. And when your eyes locked into mine. . . Gods, i swore i could’ve fainted right there and then. “

How could one be so perfect? Speak like a true poet, and aim for your heart, just like that. You have spent way too long burying yourself in the arms of someone who didn’t appreciate you. Convince yourself that this is the love you deserve to have and nothing more,

But Steven changed that. With all of his awkward smiles and shy gestures. He had stolen your heart, completely, and that was all it took to get you to fall madly, deeply, and utterly in love with this man.

“You will never stop that, won’t you? Doing exactly what it is that got me to fall in love with you in the first place” You tease him, biting back a smile as your heart continues to race.

He shrugs playfully, “Whatever it takes in order for me not to lose you and have you on my side for the rest of my life.”

Your eyes bug out, jaw parting slightly as you hear the words he speaks out. He doesn’t break his gaze away from you, and you are quick to notice something is up. But he doesn’t seem to look nervous at all, yet you have your assumptions.

“Steven. . . what’s going on. . . ?” you reluctantly ask, not out of fear, but out of wonder. Could it be something that you have been dreading to hear him say?

He takes a deep breath before moving his body, scooting himself closer to you so that he’s able to hear your quick breathing. You see him reaching into the pocket of his pants, catching a glimpse of a beautiful encrusted diamond ring which makes your heart come to a halt. Hand going up to cover your gaping mouth with tears watering your eyes.

“Steven? Oh my god i—“

“And i will not stop doing what i’m doing. To shower you with my love and affection, to be the greatest love poet you have ever seen, to be there for you when you needed me the most, to prove to you that i can be the man that you have been looking for. I can be everything you want me to be, my love. . . But i may need your guidance through it all. . . Because that is how i will grow. With your love in return. . . So. . . Y/N Y/L/N. . . My sweet angel.” He takes your delicate hand in his and holds up the ring with the other.

“Will you marry me?”

He’s hopeful as he takes a look in your eyes, which are brimming with tears. You look speechless, but in a good kind of speechless. It worries him less, but he’s still not so sure.

But soon, when you take your hand away from your mouth, looking down at the ring before meeting back to his brown eyes with a smile, giving him the answer he has been dying to hear you say,

He releases all of the troubles and distress that have been weighing on him through his sigh. A large grin breaks out.

“I thought you never asked me that.”

Steven shakily slides the ring into your finger, observing how beautiful it looks on your hands, looking back to meet your eyes as he cups your face and pulls you into a hard kiss. Happiness and love engulf both of you, but no one is happier than he is.

Steven feels like his head is in the clouds.

“I love you, i love you, i love you so much” You speak against his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck as you both fall gently into bed again, sharing light chuckles.

He squeezes your waist, “No more than i love you,” He whispers tenderly, “I know i could’ve done better with the ring, it’s just. . . One day i’m going to buy the perfect one for you, i promise.”

You shake his head, drying your tears away with your hand.

“You could propose to me with a ring pop and i still would’ve said yes, my love.” You whisper softly to him, before pressing your lips against his. “Thank you. . . my husband.”

The butterflies make a presence in his stomach when he hears you call him that. It has a ring to it and he decides that he can get used to hearing you say that instead of his name.

He likes that a lot.

“You’re welcome, my beautiful wife.”

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refiwrites · 2 years

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you know what, i imagine jake lockley speaking to you in spanish and oh my god my knees are WEAK

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ivystoryweaver · 7 months

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I need a read-cation. I want to read all your storiesssss

The way I want to dive into some of those masterlists

Waahhhhh

that's it, i'm starting a reading blog

#ivy talks #sense or nonsense *ೃ༄#lovely moots ⋱♡#moon knight #moon knight fics #santiago garcia #miguel o'hara #poe dameron #duke leto atreides #BASICALLY OSCAR OK #and pedro #i want to read TLOU fics too

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suckthatskittlebiiitch · 2 years

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Taking a "Sick" Day

Pairing: Steven Grant x !Black Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+

Summary: You try to convince steven to call in sick, he's hesitant so you give him a reason(s) why he should *wink wink*

"Fuck love!" Steven hissed as he gripped your locs, putting them in a makeshift ponytail. He panted lightly throwing his head back on the pillow. "Dove I- Donna would kill me if i..oh gods" currently you were trying to convince your lovely boyfriend to call in sick to work today..with your mouth.

It started when you rolled over in bed opening your eyes to see steven just getting out of the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel that was hanging very low around his waist. I mean who wouldn't want that body on their mouth?? You told him he should call in sick so you two could spend the morning wrapped in each other's embrace...and private areas. But he told you he couldn't and that Donna would in his words "have my head on a stick next to Pharaoh's ". When a little extra puppy dog eyes and pouty lips didn't work you tried..another method. Hence where steven ended up with his dick in your mouth.

You two hand gripped his length, while sucking the tip lightly. "Mmmm baby pleeaaasee? Just this once. Don't you wanna stay here and feel the back of my throat on this fat dick?" Before he could speak you removed your hands to deep throat him, took it out to spit on then back down your throat it went. You repeated the motion over again with a little more grip. "O-OK dove I'll call I'll call just-" Steven moaned pushing you back some. A look of victory on your face as you wiped your mouth smiling. "Awww you sure baby??" A teasing smile showed.

Steven mumbled under his breath as he grabbed his phone, taking a deep breath and dialed Donna's number. "H-hello Donna? You alright? So um I'm going to-" Steven sucked in a breath as he felt your tongue snaking around his cockhead. You kitten licked the tip, never taking your eyes off him and slowly slid your mouth down length then up until there was a repeated motion. Steven looked so cute all wide eyed and breathless.

"Yes yes I'm here! I need to call in sick today yeah..I have a st-st-stomach bug.." he covered his mouth watching you take his dick out with a wet pop. "i know donna i know but id hate to get anyone else sick it would be truly unfortunate ya know?" As he talked you licked at his balls, sucking one at a time while keeping a grip on his dick stroking it fast. Steven was failing to keep his moans and grunts at bay so you decided to help him. You grabbed the phone from him, "donna i need to take care of steven he will see you in two days." you hung it up and tossed it on the night stand. He looked at you wide eyed and gripped your hips hips moving you to his lap.

"Dove you're such a naughty girl! what am i going to do with you you little thing" He grinned then groaned when you slid down on his length. "mmm i can think of a few things baby..and a few positions" you grinned slowly rocking against him. He kissed you feverishly sliding his tongue inside your mouth.

"Well now since we have what did you tell her? two days ill be out? we can surely cover all the positions, maybe new ones" he grinned gripping your hips harder making you bounce on his dick. You moaned loudly putting your foreheads together.

"Now who's the naughty little thing"

#steven grant x black reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight fics #moon knight smut #Steven x Y/n

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felinaone · 2 years

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The beginning

Paring || Jake lockley x F!reader

Words || 3k

Warnings || swearing, violence, mentions of deaths and guns

Summary || after one encounter with him, you can't keep meeting again.

You sighed looking at the wall clock '9:30 pm' finally your shift was almost over, having two jobs is really something isn't? if you were honest you liked more working at the morning coffee shop rather than the night steak restaurant why? well very simple it so happens that you work with your boss daughter Sarah which wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't such a fucking moron! not only does she whine about practically everything, repeating that she doesn't like working here and saying costumers don't have patience with her when taking a order but she's also been having this habit of leaving you in charge while she goes with her boyfriend almost every night and on top of that your boss thinks that she does everything he tells her to do, why do you not tell your boss about this? easy. he always believes everything that comes out of her mouth one time you didn't take a order she wanted you to take for her and went straight to your boss accusing you of 'not following orders when she is the next ceo of the restaurant' and he believed of her course.

you huffed, you would to see her try doing a goddamn steak without burning it for being to distracted on her goddamn phone. looking in front you saw the burrito place maybe you should go and check if they have work vacants it looks better than here for sure, good now you are craving a burrito

You were lost in your thoughts when a hand moving in front of your face along with an annoying voice snaps you back to reality “helloo? Did you hear me? that table wants two medium rare steaks and some pasta with sauce of the house” she says snapping her fingers in your face “isn't that your table? why don't do it yourself? I'm busy.” you answered her as you kept folding the fabric napkins.

She snorted “doing what? you literally been standing there like an idiot for like five minutes.” you gripped the napkins and before you could respond she added “bedsides i can't. I'm leaving in three minutes I have a date with marcus tonight so you are in charge” she said grabbing her purse to leave but you stopped her before she could do so “we are still open for half an hour, you can't just leave like nothing there's still a lot of clients” you crossed you arms clearly annoyed “so? That's not my problem go tell willam to help you I'm leaving.” and with that she leave through the front door leaving you fuming all you wanted to do now was scream in the pile of napkins but william entered the room looking at you with your head laying down on the counter “sarah leaved you again in charge didn't she?” you nodded in response “don't worry i will help you with the last clients before closing” you smiled at him “thanks will but you really don't have to I can close by myself it's fine” he patted your head laughing softly “it's okay I'm going to hospital later to see daisy anyways.” you got up from the counter “how is she?” you asked him hopeful. “well the doctor says if everything goes well this week she can finally get out of the incubator and come home with us.” you patted his back happily “that's good news! I told she was going to be healthy”

he chuckled “i'm glad you were right, now let's get back to work we still have a lot of work to do.” and with that you both ended your shift.

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You checked the time in your phone "10:25 pm" “god it's really late.” you told yourself locking the restaurant door and walking your way home, you were almost half way when you heard a screams “they seem in trouble why don't we check hm?” a familiar voice startled you, even after years of you telling her to not do that she still does “bast you really have to stop doing that, one of these days you are going to kill me from a heart attack!” you protested as you hurried to the dark alley.

When you arrived at the alley you saw the man that was trying to kidnap a girl and they both turned to you “leave, this is none of your business bitch!” the man told you grabbing the girl tighter “i will just say this once LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE.” you gritted your teeth as your eyes glowed gold transforming in your Bastet form, your face now with a black with gold cat mask adorned with a white long dress covering all the way down to your ankle.

“what the fuc-” the man trowed everything as he started running but you chased him hitting his face with your fist and then his abdomen two times, you didn't know what came into you even if he begged you to stop you just wouldn't.

After some minutes the man was now unconscious and the girl was nowhere seen when you saw car lights passing by, turning to see who it was you saw a limousine driver with the front windows down glancing at you astonished, he was gorgeous. Curly black hair, big nose and those stunning dark eyes that could look through your soul, you were to lost in your thoughts that you haved forgotten about your hands covered in blood with the man you are grabbing by his shirt unconscious as you realize the situation with wide eyes you felt frozen in place as your grip on the man loses.

coming back to reality you breath heavily, turning back and running from the scene as you did you hear a distant voice shouting “wait!” but it was too late you were already gone.

You arrived at your apartment still agitated not only from running home but also your body still is in panic, you shouldn't have transformed at least not in front of others.

you opened the door of your apartment hoping no one sees you like this hair all messy from the fight and hands with dry blood, sighing you enter the room

“you liked him don't you?” bastet asked you sitting on your bed ”i don't know what you are talking about.” you try to avoid the question entering your bathroom

“don't try playing dumb with me little one, you liked that driver in the alley” you huffed trying to sound offended “i Don't, i mean who did you even come to that conclusion?” you protested washing your wand and changing into your pj's, a black tank top with black shorts as well.

“Leaving aside that you were very obvious, I felt it when we were transformed.” she confessed getting up from the bed “Y/n this is the first time i have seen you like this since that little kid you used to play with until-”you got out of the bathroom tying your hair, cutting her mid sentence

“until my adoptive parents decided they had enough of me and they kicked me out of the house Yeah bast i remember Steven.” she didn't say nothing, she just stared at you and you touched your temple trying to calm yourself

”look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound aggressive but you don't have to worry about me! I'm fine” you try to resure her with a smile “besides i won't see him again! So why bother? how about we go to sleep and forget all this happened hm?” she sighed “ very well then good night” and with that you both went to sleep.

The next day

You wake up and get ready for your first shift in the coffee shop

On your way to work you felt a strange vibe, you couldn't put your finger on what it was but it felt almost cold and if you were being honest you started feeling paranoid turning your head back from time to time when you were walking to the Bus stop.

When you arrived to your work that feeling didn't go away if anything it just felt more persistent, you opened the shop door turning back one last time before a coworker greeted you.

“hey y/n, sleep well last night?” She waved her hand chuckling at her own joke “Is it so noticeable?” you grumble putting your grey apron you were not in the mood for emily's jokes today “either that or someone broke up with you like diane last week.” you heard a "hey!" coming from the storage area it was diane, they both started laughing after and you started cleaning the countertop and other areas to start selling.

today the cafeteria did not have as many customers as usual for the same reason even emily and diane wanted to close early they were debating whether to do it or not when the bell of the store rang, it was a customer and when you turned to attend to him you felt as if you had seen a ghost, it was him! the limousine driver from Last night.

playing with your hands nervously you prepare for the worse. What if he recognized you and tells your coworkers about your secret? what are you going to do!? will they even believe him? He's too close to escape now. turning to look at him you put on your best fake smile and greet him “welcome to Cafe bean! How can I serve you today?” he looked at you confused even your coworkers stoped talking to look at you.

“you good? you look sweaty.” he asked with a smoky accent Pointing all of you with his index and middle finger

“yeah never been better, so what is it going to be? a frappe? tea perhaps?” you answered trying to avoid eye contact

“nah give me a large Americano would ya?” you started typing his order in your system “sure, anything else I can get you?” he turned around to see your dessert counter “you got anything vegan?”

you try to remember what you got vegan but your nerves aren't really helping you right now “uh, we got bleh- blueberry muffins, dark chocolate muffins or brownies” he thought for a moment before answering you.

”i'll take the blehberry muffin” he smirks as you finished taking his order, he then proceeded to pay you “okay, to what name would your order be?” you asked clearing your throat with his cup in your hand to what he simply responded with a “Jake” before leaving to sit at a table

You start making his order when a voice in your head talked to you “you said we wouldn't see him again.” bastet sounded worried but you can't answer her right now with your coworkers watching you, finishing Jake's order you walk to him putting his order on the table and leaving as faster you could before he could tell you anything else.

Jake glanced at you one last time before grabbing his cup smirking for how you wrote his name 'Jake ♡' he took a sip to his cup whispering “gatita miedosa” as he leaves the coffee shop.

When you got back to your coworkers they started freaking out “oh my god! What just happened there?” emily grabbed you by your shoulders shaking you “yeah! Do you like that guy?” diane added looking at you “i don't what are you two talking about i was just working.” you get out of emily's grip avoiding the questions and they both looked at each other.

You we're finishing cleaning the shop when diane asked you something “say y/n would you like to go with us to a party tonight?” you shrugged your shoulders “eh.. I don't know Diane I'm not really a party person.” she grabbed your arm looking at you with puppy eyes “Come on, don't be boring i'll just be a small Party! What do you say? please” she begged you and you were too embarrassed to say no “okay, i'll go” she smiled “yay! I'll send you the address later okay?”

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, why didn't you just say no? You should haved told them that you got work tonight! they don't know you don't go to work today. You could have been resting right now if you weren't such a people pleaser “y/n are we going to talk about the man in the coffee shop?” bastet manifested next to you “it was just a coincidence that's all” you told her holding two more outfits on front of you “hm I'll believe you for now but that man doesn't give me a good feeling, he seems... peculiar” she tries to warn you while holding your hair.

after trying many outfits on you finally decide for a long black v-neck with strap's dress and some ankle strap heels as you finish grabbing your stuff your phone rang, it diane she send you a text with the direction

Diane: it's here, we will be waiting for you outside don't be late! ;)

You left her on read getting out of your apartment to get a cab, Minutes later you got one. you getting in showing the driver your address.

it took you like twenty minutes to get there, he then parked outside a club and you looked at him confused “um sir i think you got the address wrong, you see they told me this was a small party and this doesn't seem like a small party..” you try to explain nervously but the driver didn't say so you payed him and got out of the cab looking around to see if you spot diane or emily.

the minutes pass and you don't see no one so you go ask the guard on the door “Excuse me sir, have you seen two girls named emily jones and diane lewis?” he took a glance at you from head to toe “y/n l/n?” you gulp “ yes that's me” you responded Sliding your hands anxiously into the strap of your bag and he opened the door for you to get in.

Not only is this your first time in a club but this club specifically is huge. it has all kinds of colored lights plus two floors to which you suppose the second one is for Vips and a dj on the middle looking around see more than two hundred people on this floor, this was just too much and you don't see any of your 'friends' as you turn around to leave a guard grabbed you by your arm

“hey don't touch me!”

you try getting out of his grip but another guard grabbed your other arm taking you to the second floor “wha– who do you think you are? leave me alone!” getting up the stairs they trowed you in dark room where the only light shining was the moonlight's through the big window on the ceiling, landing on the floor you get up slowly when a mirror revealed a man behind it “greetings miss l/n” the man smirked maliciously at you.

“who are you?” you clenched your fists standing in a fight stance

“who i am it's none of your business but the person you killed was someone special to me.” you huffed, what was this man talking about? “I don't know who you're talking about, I haven't killed anyone!” the man got up from his seat getting close to the mirror hitting it in the process and you flinched “don't play dumb with me girl I know that you killed him in the alley, he was MY BROTHER YOU–” he then stopped yelling fixing his compusture “that doesn't matter anymore I'll make sure that when your death you'll wish you never interfere in my business, open the doors.” he sat down again and two long doors opened on your left

“meet my friend destruction, i think you two will have fun” a man almost two foot tall was walking to you and you transformed in your Bastet form making a protective bubble as he came running and he started to hit your bubble.

“bast! any suggestions?” you asked her using all your force to make the bubble last

“we will have to fight! just do what i teached you” she told you as the bubble was starting to crack “fight?! That's your best suggestion? it's been ages since I last trained!” the bubble finally cracks and the man tries to punch your face but you dodged him by jumping on his back while trying to choke him by the neck.

Between the struggle he managed to throw you on the air but you settled down and fell on your feet gracefully “is that all you got big man?” he grunted getting a dagger out of his pocket swinging it at you

you were able to dodge some of the punches at first but you inadvertently took a wrong turn on one of the punches to which he was able to make a cut your cheek and then punch you on your left eye as you were trying not to fall he grabbed you by the waist throwing you against the wall taking the oxygen out of your lungs on the process.

as you tried to breathe a commotion was heard outside of the room followed by gunshots, the tall man the was going to hit you again now on the floor but he turned around to see what was going on outside when another man came through the door breaking it, he was dressed in a full white suit with gold moon ornament on his chest plate.

He started throwing moon shaped boomerangs at the tall man and punching him after some minutes he kicked the tall man out of the room unconscious as he went for the one behind the mirror breaking it to then he stab him various times with his moon boomerang on his head until he stopped moving.

your vision was starting to fade from the lack of oxygen and everything was getting blurry as the moon man came your way with his hands full of blood and the last thing you saw was him calling you

“hey gatita levántate, vamos no te desmayes ahora!” he grabbed you by your Chin calling out to you

From there it all became dark to you with only the moonlight shining on both.

Author note: hi! this is the first chapter of the series i hope you all like it and also this is my first time writing fight scenes i hope they're not that bad, I'm still working on them 😅 comment if you want to be on the tag list that's all for now byee <33

{Y/n: your name}

{L/n: Last name}

{translation: gatita miedosa = scared kitty}

{2th translation: Hey kitty get up, come on don't faint on me now!}

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#jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight fics #jake lockley x fem!reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight smut #oscar isaac #oscar issac x reader #marvel fic

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ser-rctslcyer · 2 years

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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝟐𝟐

hello!!! i will finally be doing one of these this year and i’m pretty excited! im not going to be doing every day, as i only picked the prompts i wanna do from this list.

characters im writing for:

mk: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, layla el-faouly

sw: poe dameron, cassian andor, kylo ren

misc: rydal keener, morpheus (dream), harwin strong, daemon targaryen, jack russel, halbrand

as per usual these are 18+ works, so no minors(you will be blocked)!! also if you have a blank blog or no age/age range listed i will also block!!! (i will be placing this warning on every fic; it’s for me to be comfortable)

A Reminder:

please read all the warnings before you decide to read each fic; im not responsible for what you consume if you ignore those.

i’m a college student and my life has been hectic lately so if any of the days are late, i apologize and will get to them when i get to them— don’t harp on me for that.

a lot of these are afab!gn! and gn!, so do not refer to reader as ‘she/her’.

before we get started: some of these works will focus on dom/top! reader aspects so if it’s not what you want; then skip it.

lastly enjoy your time!

day one + dirty talk | cassian andor x afab!gn! reader

day five + breeding + leather&latex | morpheus x gn! reader

day six + cock warming + morning sex | poe dameron x afab!gn! reader

day seven + costumes | marc spector x dom!afab!gn! reader

day eight + voice kink + creampie | jake lockely x gn! reader

day eleven + erotic photos + rimming | marc spector x dom!gn! reader

day twelve + exhibitionism | rydal keener x transmasc! reader

day thirteen + face sitting + face fucking | cassian andor x dom!afab!gn! reader

day fourteen + love bites | marc spector x afab!gn! reader

day fifteen + overstimulation | harwin strong x dom!gn! reader

day sixteen + intercrural sex | steven grant x afab!gn! reader

day seventeen + licking + pegging | steven grant x top!afab!gn! reader

day eighteen + lingerie | layla el-faouly x top!gn! reader

day nineteen + masturbation | jake lockely x gn! reader

day twenty + mirror sex | x transmasc! reader

day twenty-one + nipple play + praise kink | steven grant x afab!gn! reader

day twenty-three + food play + orgasm denial | daemon targaryen x dom!gn! reader

day twenty-four + outdoor sex + tender sex | jack russell x afab!gn! reader

day twenty-six + wax play | halbrand x top!gn! reader

day twenty-seven + stockings | layla el-faouly x marc spector x dom!gn!reader

day twenty-nine + body worship + table sex | kylo ren x transmasc! reader

#loser’s kinktober’22 #rct fic #moon knight fics #star wars fics

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allforthesong · 6 months

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So I have a niche request

Does anyone know any Moon Knight fics (or anything) where Steven looks like the source from Tomb Buster? Like his idea of himself is looking like that as it would be in irl DID

#its THE issue I had with the show so i would love a fic where thats a thing #moon knight #moon knight fics #moon knight fic recs #Steven Grant #tomb buster #dissociative identity disorder

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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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foreverinadais · 10 months

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looking through my drafts and omg i forgot some of the fics i was writing:

friends with benefits! with marc (kinda unrequited love arc but not really)

bailing ex! marc, steven and jake out of jail (finally all three again)

enemies to lovers! steven (ouch this hurts i struggle to think about this)

anddd enemies to lovers! jake (buttt this is just hot lol)

can you tell angst is my favourite thing to write?!?!?!

i am working on the second one currently, but oh my i cannot wait to finish all these fics!!! :)

#moon knight wip #moon knight fics #moon knight #will post asap i just need to be more dedicated #give me motivation please #thank you

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inklore · 2 years

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sorry this is so late, my darlings! but happy end of april, i hope your month was great and filled with nothing but the best vibes!

shockingly i didn’t consume as much fic as i would have liked within the month, but the ones that i did were absolutely amazing and helped fight the depresh.

as usual i am thanking every one of you talented souls for sharing your beautiful work with the world, you make this hellsite better <3

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI with the works below. unless it’s stated otherwise. heed warnings and authors notes please.

MARVEL

Predictive Text by @rae-gar-targaryen (tasm!peter parker)

Never Better by @fluffyprettykitty (sam wilson)

MOON KNIGHT

While We Untangle by @charnelhouse (steven grant)

Monday Mornings by @slightlypossessed (steven grant)

Soft Dark Nothing by @burnthoneymint (steven grant)

Stuck by @psithurista (marc spector)

Compulsion by @/fluffyprettykitty (marc spector)

Taste by @wint3r-h3art (marc spector)

The Edge Of Oblivion by @/wint3r-h3art (marc spector)

Don’t Start Now by @/burnthoneymint (marc spector)

Haven by @greenorangevioletgrass (bruce wayne)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Untitled by @/charnelhouse (frankie morales)

Daddy by @/charnelhouse (santiago garcia)

Push & Shove by @ozarkthedog (santiago garcia + frankie morales)

Comfort Me by @astroboots (santiago garcia + frankie morales)

Same Room by @pedrito-friskito (frankie morales)

BRIDGERTON

The Duchess by @myspy (anthony bridgerton)

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏

summary: Jake Lockley is the most dangerous man in the city and you happen to be his favorite girl

pairing: jake lockely x stripper!reader

words: 1635

New York City is one dangerous city to live in. It’s crowded and 90% of people who live here are either on their way to pursue dreams or to escape from reality. The thing is though about life, reality isn’t going anywhere. It sits there waiting patiently for us to do another fucked up or illegal shit and let the entire world punish you for it. ‘New York is a dream’ is probably what people would’ve said about this big city. What they don’t know is, behind all that jazz and glamour, people are struggling. Surviving. Willing to die for money.

Now y/n loves taking chances. A risk taker that she is and thought to herself that maybe the world wouldn’t be so bad to her and the chance of becoming a contemporary dancer was closer than she thinks. She could perhaps make it big on Broadway or perform at Duane Park NYC. yet faith seems to fucked her up even more.

Being a stripper had its perks. You dance provocatively, showing off your assets for a living and money will go straight into your panties. People adore you and would buy time to spend an hour or two with you. Especially men since they are very easy to manipulate over and will get down on their knees for you the second you promised to suck them off in the back of the room.

However, the downside of it is that being the apple of men’s eye isn’t exactly an easy thing to go through. You’ll make enemies along the way, few girls will try to screw you over and get you in a deep deep shit then take your money. Being forced to do something you won’t like and will have you crying in the dressing room that you won’t be able to continue your performance. y/n had experienced that countless times and she had to shake it off every time a dirty old pervert tried to get her to sleep with them without paying. And another thing, each amount of money you make at the end of the night? You don’t get to bring it home right after the sessions are over. The manager decides how much you’ll be taking. And y/n’s manager isn’t a peach, he’s a total prick.

“Your man candy is here.” Josie informs as she walks into the dressing room. “He’s talking to Brian. Asking for you.”

y/n finishes applying her cherry red lipstick before getting up from her chair. “I’ll be right over.”

With a smile, Josie nods and heads back to the room.

y/n looks at herself in the mirror one last time before walking out, opening the bead curtain as the door for the dressing room. It’s quite dark, you can’t easily see things when you’re here but no one could’ve mistaken a black shirt under a dark colored tweed suit with a grey cap securing his head, the overall fit that Jake only specifically owns. It’s his signature style.

He looks extremely good tonight. Really good. y/n knows the second she got involved with him was a bad idea. Considering what his past looked like and what he does for a living. She learned it all yet she couldn’t help herself. She keeps coming back for more, she’s not afraid of how many souls he had taken away or his blood-tainted hands whenever he comes around. It excites her, actually. More than she could imagine. and plus,

How could she ever turn down a gorgeous man like him?

as she walks out, she feels the envy of the girls in the dressing room. they have always wanted to have what she has. and that is to have Jake Lockley wrapped around their little fingers. they're so wired over the fact she is able to tame him, what is it that she had done and made it so easy for him to want her?

a few nights before, she saw how there were girls trying to get his attention. coming up to his table and invaded his privacy and not once did he pay any mind to them. one took it too far and said her name, saying how she could've given him more than what y/n could give him,

and he snapped. looking at that girl dead in the eye she swore she felt her soul leave her body.

'you're not y/n and you will never be her, you bitch. now get out of my fucking sight.'

yes, he's quite a talker when he speaks to other girls that's not her. it's something that she has always admired and loved

She casually walks over to his table and puts her delicate hand on his broad shoulder before whispering on his ear. “Hi, handsome.”

Jake turns around and smiles fondly at his favorite girl. His large hand makes its way on her back before rubbing it softly. “Hi, sweetheart. Was starting to think you bailed on me.” His New Jersey accent is another thing that she can’t ever get enough

She chuckles, settling herself on his lap as he moves his hand lower to give her ass a squeeze. “How could i forget a man like you, Mr. Lockely. No one could run from you. Not even me”

He lets out a laugh, giving her cheek a sweet kiss. “You know I was talking to Joe earlier and he told me you were making over a thousand this week. Must be quite of achievement, eh darling?” he says, taking a sip of the bourbon. “No lap dances though right?”

Jake had made it clear before that she is off limits. He had claimed her as his long time ago and Joe had to apply that rule outside of the club to make sure there won’t be a bloodbath. Jake has a short temper, whoever touches that belongs to him is dead. Especially if a man dares to lay one fucking finger on her. One night, a man disobeyed and tried to take y/n to the red room and before you know it, he’s gone. Dead.

She shakes her head, playing with the chain of his necklace. “Of course not. You know i’m yours. And i like to follow rules.”

“Mhmm, that’s my good girl.” he brushes a strand of her purple wig that’s covering her pretty face. “I missed you. You look so beautiful tonight. Saw you dancing with that pole and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Good. I did that for you. Hoping you would notice me and make you hard” y/n jokes, biting on her bottom lip softly and wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing him closer.

He raises his eyebrow, smirking as he watches her bite her lip which he thinks, is the most sexiest thing he has ever seen. “Was that your plan? Just to tease me and get me all uncomfortable with my cock hard? Such a bad little devil.”

“Yet you can’t get enough of me” y/n whispers seductively before giving him a naughty smile. “I’ve missed you too. Were you that busy you couldn’t even meet me?’ she pouts, looking at his gorgeous brown eyes

He sighs, rubbing her soft thigh. “You know I want to, baby. But i’ve had too many shit to deal with the last couple weeks. Few of my men keep messing it up and I had to take the matter in my own hands.”

He won’t admit it but she’s his weakness. She’s the only reason why he goes to this place almost every night. To spend time with this beautiful dove. This is the only place, the only sanctuary that he can get alone time with her. Being out there? It’s far too dangerous and he doesn’t want to put her life at stake. She’s too precious to be taken away

If something happened to her, you bet he’d turn this whole city into a warzone. Kill anything that moves before he gets to see her. That’s how much he adores her. Because as both a mafia boss and a –something he won’t admit– a lover, he doesn’t mind killing everyone for her.

“Well” y/n exhales, softly padding his chest with her thumbs. “At least you’re here now.” she giggles, admiring how gorgeous he looks when he smiles at her like that.

“You know” he starts, changing the subject while twirling a glass of his drink causing his ringed fingers to clad against it. “Haven’t seen you properly up close in two weeks. Mind giving me a dance tonight, love? I’m dying to have you close to me.”

y/n smiles as she bites her lip, she begins to stand up and grab his hand. “Of course, Mr. Lockely. I have a room ready for you and a glass of Cheval Blanc”

He finishes his glass of drink and stands up, drawing her closer to his body so her breasts are pressing against his chest. He puts his lips dangerously close to her ear. “And perhaps we could stay a little while longer so i can taste that sweet cunt of yours? It’s been a while.”

Any form of sexual actions are not allowed. Joe had made it clear from the start, and whoever breaks that rule will have to face a punishment and that includes getting blacklisted. Yet again, it’s Jake Lockely. The most dangerous man in New York City, the leader of the most vicious gang and no one dares to tell him no. be that person, and you will have your head hanging on his wall.

“Absolutely Mr. Lockely. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”

#moon knight #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #moon knight fics

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refiwrites · 2 years

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ngl... i miss khonshu tho.. give me back my bird man!1!! 1!1!1

#khonshu #moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight memes #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight imagines #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #khonshu imagine #moon knight one shots #moon knight fics #khonshu x reader

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luxshine · 2 years

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I've realized I don't really like surprise "separate bodies" fics when it comes to the Moon System. ESPECIALLY if it's only Marc and Steven who get a separate body, but in general.

And while I would NEVER tell anyone not to write Separate bodies fics if that is their cup of tea? I would really, really appreciate if you all tagged it correctly. Or with "Eventual Separate bodies" if it will happen in your plans.

Because that's what tags are for. So people can avoid what they don't want to read, because it's not their cup of tea.

(Like, I honestly don't care if people want to write whatever flavor of fic they want to write in any and every fandom. You wanna do dead dove fics? Write dead dove fics. Fluffy, sugar filled, cavity-inducing coffee shop aus? Go and make yourself diabetic with the sweetness. Just tag correctly so that everyone knows what they're getting into... or not getting into)

#Moon Knight fics #Fanfic ettiquete #tagging #tags are friends #please #tag your works.

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suckthatskittlebiiitch · 2 years

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Get it RIGHT

Pairing: Steven Grant × black Reader (marc and jake make an appearance too!)

Warnings: just lots of cussing

A/N: this is an idea I had about how reader would react to Donna being an asshole to Steven and calling him "Stevie" also i was a little buzzed while typing this up just now so there might be a few run on sentences but honestly who gives a shit lol

"ok girl ill call you tomorrow i just pulled up to steven's job! bye love you!" you hung up with your best friend excited to show your man the new braids you got from your trusted stylist. every 3 months you switch it up and when you do hes always so amazed, sometimes he just stares in awe at how your hair could do so many things, styles, colors it was so cool to him.

After parking you pulled down the mirror to make sure ya makeup was still looking bomb as fuck, baby hairs still swooped to the gods and...ya titties looking damn good in the new shirt that was bought yesterday. thankfully steven didnt see the numerous bags in the back of the closet.

Every other day when your jobs had the same lunch break you and steven would have a lunch break date. Honestly it was the best part of each other's day.

Walking inside you walked straight to the gift shop, waving slightly at the security guard who did a double take at your appearance. "Nope still with steven grant buddy! sorry not sorry!" The man waved back but grumbled something behind the newspaper he was reading and covered his face with it.

Rounding the corner your smile faded slightly as she was standing in front of steven. His boss donna was pointing at him. Being a little ways away you couldnt hear the conversation but moving closer her words started becoming clear.

"i'm telling you all this shit is still unorganized and uncounted for! looks like you'll be on inventory again tonight i dont care if it takes you all night!" "Donna im doing my best but shipment has been coming-" she put a hand up.

"oh no the fuck she didnt shush my baby" you mumbled to yourself

Doing so made steven stop talking immediately and frown deeply.

"i dont care when shipment comes..you get it done! you're so bloody useless Stevie!" Hearing her degrading and calling him by the wrong name set you OFF. Before realizing it you stomped over to where they were, eyes seeing red, curses spewing under your breath. Out the corner of his eye he sees you coming, a first he was relieved then he saw the look on your face which let him know all hell was about to break loose.

"oooh shit ive never seen her that pissed before..." Marc from the reflection of the glass.

"That's the sexiest fucking thing ive ever seen LET HER HAVE IT MI AMOR RIP HER APART!" jake smiled

"oh dear" steven sighed heavily. Donna looked confused but that expression worn off when she noticed you coming over to where they were; it soon turned into fear. "i-uh ill be in my meeting-" you stopped in front of them with a big smile on your face "donna let me tell you this one time and one time only" Steven looked nervous as fuck " love its okay donna was just leaving for a meeting and my break is in 5 so lets just-" you cut him off by grabbing his shirt and planting the deepest, tongue fighting kiss then pushed him back slightly.

steven gained control of his balance, licked his lips and just nodded his head. "Donna let me tell you something..in the nicest way i can. his name is steven, steven grant. says it right there on his name tag and fucking birth certificate. Stop calling him Stevie, stephen, stanely anything with S.T in it that aint fuckin steVEN. That is MY man im tired of him coming home looking damn near doorknob dead because your overworking him .Sometimes he's to tired to even fuck me and that's a goddamn problem." Steven started to turn red but he wasn't embarrassed in the slight.

Donna stood there like a fish out of water; mouth just opening and closing dumbfounded. She looked around making sure customers couldn't hear what's going on but you honestly couldn't give a shit. "well..i mean sometimes he just needs to catch up-"

"Catch up bitch all my man does is catch up! but your lazy ass think just because your the manager ya can do whatever you want but let me get you straight on this donna. Let me find out you've insulted him, degraded or humiliate him in any possible way and bitch i will stuff you in pharaoh's tomb myself. do we have an understanding??" You glared at her with eyes that said dont fucking try me.

She nodded her head, fixed her shirt and cleared her throat "mhm i-i understand..i uh..i apologize steven please take an extra hour lunch on me" She nodded again, turned and quickly turned on her heels to her office.

"Oh my god LOVE!" he laughed "that was amazing i never knew you could get that vulgar or angry!" You just giggled sweetly. "i told you baby nobody can disrespect you in front of me..ever." He leaned over kissing you deeply. "ok ill go clock out then we can go to lunch!"

"Okay baby after we eat seeing as you have an extra hour how about you show me the back room?" steven looked at you confused, you've seen the backroom maybe twice now before. "oh okay but what for?" you smiled walking over to him, grabbed the back of his head and licked the side of his face slowly then bit his earlobe.

"So you can tell me a story while deep in this pussy love.." you whispered in his ear

"Oh my god please give me the body steven" marc whined

"AYE No give ME the body!!" jake countered

Steven shuddered at your naughty moves and ignored his alters, he suddenly didn't want to eat the lunch he brought in today but something else vegan friendly.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x black reader #moon knight fics #moon knight imagine #steven grant x y/n

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