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jakelcckley · 2 years
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He looks so good in this color, and no one can tell me otherwise.
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scarybagel · 2 years
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just a little more
Pairing: marc spector x reader, with some steven grant x reader 
Warnings: explicit, smut, oral sex, overstimulation
A/N: this is just a drabble. i’ve never posted smut before, but these boys do something to me and i am trying to exorcise some horny demons.
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Marc wants to consume you. He wants every part of you, all the time, with the kind of urgency that has broken bed frames and ripped too many nice pairs of underwear.
He doesn’t explain it. That’s not really his thing. Steven is the one who harps on the details, who’s always worrying over the what and why. 
Marc just wants. 
He wants to touch you and taste you, wants to runs his hands and tongue over every inch of skin. He’s insatiable. Whatever you give (and you’d give him everything, gladly, eagerly) he only wants more.
And you can’t help getting a little drunk off it. The desire. The lust. The way that he looks up from between your thighs, eyes hooded and mouth shining with your slick. You’ve never been wanted so much, so completely. 
And it drives you a little crazy.
You’ve already come twice. Steven had gone first, his hand slipping beneath your sleep shorts as you watched a documentary. Well, he was watching — you were starting to fall asleep. 
Until you felt the gentle glide of his fingers over your mound, the soft scrape of his teeth over your collarbone. He’d made you come just like that, your face pressed into his shoulder, his fingers toying with your clit until you gasped and arched into him.
“That’s it, darling. So gorgeous. So lovely for me,” he’d murmured.
And then it was Marc who scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom. He’d pressed you into the mattress, that look burning in his eyes, and buried his face between your legs. You’d come again, thighs shaking around his head, his arm braced across your stomach, holding you down.
But he doesn’t let up. His tongue flicks hard against your sensitive clit, and a shockwave radiates through your body.
You squirm in his grasp, needy, desperate. You’re flushed and dripping, but you still want more. The way he’s looking at you, the way his mouth is moving hungrily against your cunt — the lust is catching, contagious. It burns up your spine, a live-wire of desire.
“Please,” you pant, grinding your hips against his face, “Please, Marc, more.”
He pulls away slightly, and there’s that look again. That burning. Like he would eat you raw, swallow you whole. In the haze of your last orgasm, you think that you wouldn’t mind so much.
“More?” he asks, his voice low and rasping, “Does my baby need more?”
You whine softly, canting your hips up, chasing his mouth. He just chuckles and leans further away.
He taps your hip and mutters, “Over.”
He says it simply, as a command, and you’re almost too eager to follow it.
You can feel his eyes on you as you turn for him, bracing your elbows against the tangled sheets.
His hand strokes gently over your ass, down to your soaked and swollen pussy, gently dipping his fingers into your wanton, fluttering hole.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, “Such a messy girl. So fucking wet for me. And you still want more. Is that right, baby?”
You whimper, every nerve on fire. You can feel him shift closer, his warm breath raising goosebumps on your skin.
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moondoposting · 2 years
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khonshu's name on his thighs, khonshu's name on his chestpiece. now plagued by the image of khonshu lying in the sand kicking his feet while he writes his name in bright glitter pen all over marcs lifeless corpse
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chaoticgarbageblog · 2 years
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Twinning
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crispychrissy · 2 years
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To all the Moon Knight fanfic writers out there...
Just a quick PSA from your friendly neighborhood Egyptology nerd about the proper use of the word “hieroglyphs” when writing stories:
→ Hieroglyph(s) are the symbols and drawn images used in Ancient Egyptian writing. “Did you have time to translate those hieroglyphs, Steven?”
→ Hieroglyphic is an adjective describing something that resembles or relates to groups of hieroglyphs. ‘Hieroglyphics’ is a rarely used term and is NOT interchangeable with ‘hieroglyphs’. “It was interesting, the symbols were hieroglyphic in nature but didn’t make sense when translated. It has to be another dialect.”
→ Hieratic is the cursive written language of hieroglyphs on papyrus scrolls or other forms of media (wall paintings, a limestone ostracon, etc..). “Can you write me a love letter in hieratic?”
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khonshuscondemned · 2 years
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scene study/rewrite of The Argument at the end of Ep 2 between Marc and Steven
Fandom:  Moon Knight (TV 2022) Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply Characters:  Marc Spector, Steven Grant Additional Tags:  Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rewrite, Episode: s01e02 Summon the Suit Summary:
(There’s a deep ache somewhere buried far behind his eyes, like he’s been banging his head against a wall for hours. Thoughts are hazy and move too quickly to follow coherently, though he does try to piece together what had happened between his palms pressed against the glass window of a public bus and …wherever he’s found himself now. This turns out to be a mistake- everything is a blur and his heart rate (that still hasn’t quite yet had time to settle since Jackal II) skyrockets once more upon being faced with two unknowns, past and present.
Something’s.. not quite right.)
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normaltothemax · 1 year
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“Do you think I’d survive if I was on the moon?”
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veinereastath · 2 years
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Eᴛʜᴀɴ Hᴀᴡᴋᴇ ᴀs Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ Hᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ Mᴏᴏɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ [36/?]
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age-of-moonknight · 2 years
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“Ruling the World from His Basement,” Moon Knight (Vol. 1/1980), #15.
Writer: Doug Moench; Penciler and Inker: Bill Sienkiewicz; Colorist: Christie Scheele; Letterer: Joe Rosen
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no but like, Kate meeting Layla and the Moon system while helping Layla track Marc, accidentally falling in love with Layla, accidentally falling in love with Steven, finding out that he and Marc are in the same system, and it’s all complicated etc etc but she meets Jake and they are mortal enemies. 
Marc introducing everyone like “this is my wife, Layla, who is dating our alter, Steven, who is dating Kate, who is dating my wife Layla, so I’m kind of hanging out with Kate, who is the sworn enemy of our alter, Jake.”
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wamiandayne · 2 years
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marc spector is autistic not only because he told me so but because its been at least 5 years and he hasnt upgraded his samsung s7 edge (hes had 4 of them) because he will not buy a phone without a hardkey home button
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hexkore · 2 years
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Reading moon knight fics that involves the Avengers is so funny, like why is Steve always an irritated christian 💀
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graphicpolicy · 4 months
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Graphic Policy’s Top Comic Picks this Week!
Graphic Policy’s Top Comic Picks this Week! 11 comics to check out this week! #comics #comicbooks
Wednesdays (and Tuesdays) are new comic book day! Each week hundreds of comics are released, and that can be pretty daunting to go over and choose what to buy. That’s where we come in Each week our contributors choose what they can’t wait to read this week or just sounds interesting. In other words, this is what we’re looking forward to and think you should be taking a look at! Find out what…
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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ffxvi im crying!!!!
#tag later#I SCREAMED WHEN JILL#HELP I REALLY CRIED I CLDN'T RLLY MAKE SENSE OF STUFF IM STILL CRYING#i swear every time a trailer comes i'm like a crying mess#ff means so much to me okay!!#CLIVE MY BELOVED MY BABY BOY MY DARLING MY DEAREST MY BELOVED MY SUN MOON AND ALL MY STARS#calling the lil kid joshua is so weird for me i'm so sorry that's the name of my cousin (technically my uncle but same age)#BUT UH. HFLAKDSFJSDKFDSJ JOSHUA :<<#his cute lil voice when he said clive im a crying mess#clive w kids clive as a knight clive clive clive clive w the dog clive w the sword clive w the eikons clive w final fantasy#i'm so sorry i think i'm gna hyperfixate on clive#thank you for the lovely music again btw i'm literally a crying mess i am seriously crying#the chocobo.... 🥹#i'm watching the trailer again n i started to ccry again i'm so sorry its just the music n then everything final fantasy about it#n clive n then the graphics n then the story n everything just makes me so happy !#i'm in love w jill btw i'm so sorry whenever she's on screen my eyes just gravitate towards her IM SO SORRY CLIVE#words cannot express how much i love each n every scene n frame so very much. just my tears#he will press on no matter how bitter the truth that awaits him 🥺 baby boy#I LOVE HIS VOICE N OH MY GOD HIS EYE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!#n the world is so beautiful.. i love this sort of fantasy so much it's incredibly special to me#oh my god i am so gay for jill i'm really. so.#when. when clive said 'the usual' IM FEELING THINGS OHMY GODDDDD#THAT IS SO HOT OF HIM IM SO SORRY IM A SIMP FOR FF CHARACTERS FR THAT WAS SO HOT ?!?!?! HIS VOICE#IM SO SORRY WTF WHAT RIGHT DOES CLIVE HAVE TO BE SO ATTRACTIVE#there is nothing more attractive that a man can do than be dark-haired in a final fantasy game. n have a pretty voice. that's all.#my standards are simple; just be fictional haha /lh#CLIVE IS CRYING WHEN HE REUNITES W JOSHUA?????#i love it when my men cry like im so sorry pretty boy can i kiss them away for you!!#..im so sorry i go feral with final fantasy if you know me irl please do not perceive this#his voice is so hot wtf usually i'm more drawn to somewhat feminine n soft voices But oh this is also one of my types fr
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dcxdpdabbles · 9 months
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DC x DP: Game of Deadly Love
Danny is minding his business, flying through the ghost zone, mapping out areas, when he stumbles across a door that seems like it's between two giant cave walls.
He's never seen anything like it, so he gets curious. When he touches the handle, it is yanked open by a woman dressed in a classy Victorian-era dress made of what looks like grey smoke, pale moon skin and sharp icey black eyes.
He blushes as she smiles at- she's the prettiest ghost he's ever encountered, even though he feels a strange sense of danger from her.
"Hello, dear Prince." She says in a voice that has shivers running down his spine. He's never met anyone so obviously dangerous but hard to resist "I am Gotham, Ghost of misfortune, and my city is in need of a new player"
What?
Gotham flips open a fan, not bothering to hide her amused smile. "My Knights need more kind-hearted mischief. Misfortune of the heart is just what my City needs. Oh, and do me a favor. Get rid of that clown for me."
She taps her fan on his head and- Danny is suddenly falling, forcibly change into his human form.
He can't go Ghost!
He's going to die-er AGAIN!"
"Heeeeellllppppp!" He screams, and just as he is about to give, a body flings itself from the nearest building on a grabbing hook. He is caught in the arms of a man wearing a red helmet who effortlessly flips them in the air and lands on a roof.
He blinks up at the man who is holding him in his arms. "Ugh, hello?"
"Whatever the reason for jumping is, let me help you. " The man growls, and Danny frowns.
"Jump? I didn't jump! Gotham was the one that dragged me here!" He hisses as he struggles to get down. The man makes it hard to get out of his hold.
"Who the hell are you?" Danny snaps when he can't budge the other. Has he also lost his super strength?
"Im Red hood"
"That's the stupidest name I've ever heard."
Red Hood tilts his head "I can shoot you"
"So can unattended toddler; you ain't special."
Danny finally feels his ghost side and witha burst of light he's sinking through the roof away from the startled Red Hood.
He finds himself running through mout Gotham, his powers limited by the city limits and realizes with a horrible start that the only way home is to play Gotham's game.
The only thing is.....he has no idea what game she wants him to win. He'll just have to run around until the objective is found.
Red Hood watches the meta man run from the rooftop, watching his glow disappear around the corner. He sighs, pressing on his communicator to the various voices of his siblings.
"Hey, we may have a suicidal meta-lose in the city. I caught him trying to leap Wayne Tower." He says silencing the others.
Gotham watches her Knight inform his family with a chuckle. His affection rate for the boy is 5% already which means The prince manage to peak his interest with looks alone.
She wonders who will be next to fall for The Prince's Pretty Face and Deadly Might.
Oh what fun this will be to watch. She did enjoy giving her people a hard time.
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scarletttries · 9 months
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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)
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Steven Grant + Recording: (prompt list here)
(Part Two Here!!)
- When Steven Grant bought a little camcorder and stand a few years ago, he had very innocent reasons in mind. Yes, the stand was set up so the camera pointed straight at his bed, but it was to capture exactly why we woke up so exhausted from a night of tossing and turning alone, not for anything more fun than that.
- Naturally anytime you were coming over, he'd carefully stash the device away, not wanting to creep you out or do anything to risk making the most important person in his life uncomfortable. He knows just how lucky he is to be the man that gets to worship your body, and even though he'd die for the chance to relive every one of your intimate encounters, he thinks it's way too weird of a question to ask.
- That is until one night you surprise him at home, on your way back from a girl's night and missing your sweet, nerdy boyfriend. He's over the moon when he opens the door to your bright, smiling face, quickly surrendering to your hypnotic kiss as you lead him to the bed he was all but ready to settle into for the night alone.
- Your hands are pushing his shirt off his shoulders, while his hands slide up your dress, clawing at your thighs until they spread enough for him to fit between them, when you first notice the blinking red light.
"Steven, gorgeous, how long have you had a camera in your bedroom?" Instantly he's mortified, apologising and tripping over his own feet as he launches off the bed, practically crawling across his bedroom floor to turn off the device,
"I'm so sorry love, I didn't realise you were coming, and it's to help with my sleep walking, and I swear I always put it away whenever you're here, I'd never violate your privacy like that." He's struggling to take in breaths as each sentence catches in his throat, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he watches you pull down your skirt and hop off the edge of his bed, picking him up off the floor and bringing your hands to softly cup his face.
"It's okay, I believe you. I trust you Steven, I was just surprised is all." Your gentle words slow his heart back to a steady pace, the tender press of your lips to his enough to reassure him that this isn't the breaking point he always assumes is right around the corner. Each kiss is quickly followed by another, Steven completely entranced by you, enough so that he doesn't notice as you press the record button again, throwing the camera a showy wink as you lead him back to bed again.
- It's not until a few days later, texting Steven from a hotel during a weekend away that you let him know about your little tape. He's desperately fighting the urge to plead over text for you to come home early, settling for telling you just how terribly he misses you, three little words hanging on the tip of his tongue, not quite bold enough to let them loose yet. You echo his longing sentiment, telling him just how much you miss the feel of his hands on your skin, his touch on every part of you, and tell him maybe he should check his camera before he takes himself to bed.
- He's sceptical as he takes his camcorder off his stand, flipping the little screen to face him and scrolling through the hours of footage until he recognises the night he last had you over. He has to cover his eyes with embarrassment as he watches himself tumble out of bed to stop the recording, but his eyes dart wide open when he watches you turn it straight back on, the playful look in your eye immediately flushing all his blood down his body.
- He realises he's holding his breath in his attempt to hear every single sound you make as the two of you step across the screen and climb back on to the bed he's now propped up in alone. He knows it was your decision, but he still feels voyeuristic and dirty as he watches your dress slide down your body on the screen, his free hand slipping into his pyjama bottoms as his on screen counterpart slides his hands over your chest, earning a happy moan that has him hardening at the first touch.
- His mouth hangs open and he watches intently as he settles between your legs, turning up the volume as high as he can as you start to pant and moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your centre. His hand has picked up its pace now, chest heaving as he watches your back arch off the bed, nipples hard in the cold night air.
- He almost loses it the first time he notices you smile right into the camera as you moan out his name, a private performance just for him that makes his heart throb almost as hard as the manhood he's now furiously rubbing. He can feel him cross the point of no return as he watched himself plunge deep inside you, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips leaving no room between your two bodies, his lips desperately chasing yours. His screen self lasts longer than lonely Steven does, spilling across the empty bed as you let out the needy high pitched whine you do every time he pulls out of you to change positions. He sits there, dick pulsing in his hand as he watches your ass bounce as he slams his hips against yours, finally both spent and collapsing alongside you.
- Feeling utterly beat he almost puts the camera away, until he notices you creep out of the bed towards the bathroom, stopping in front of the focused lens to mouth three little words to him before stopping the video. If the sensitive soul hadn't already been in bed, he would have immediately collapsed to the floor. Frantically he picks his phone back up, impatiently waiting through the rings until he can finally tell you that he loves you too.
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