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steven grant rec list
a lot of these fics have moments or mentions of marc spector x reader, but this is a primarly steven centric list. i will eventually be making another list for marc so stay tuned for that - <3
red flags | series (18+) - @astroboots
masterlist
categories: smut, some fluff in there too
word count: 109.1k (in total)
summary: sweet as he is, dating steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way
chocolate (18+) - @laters-gators
categories: smut
word count: 6.1k
summary: after weeks of pining for your coworker steven grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly
crush <3 (18+) - @mcusua
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 6.2k
summary: a simple date with your coworker crush turns into so much more
cheer me up before you go go (18+) - @missdictatorme
categories: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst
word count: 4.5k
summary: you have a crush on your sweet neighbor, and after steven's bad date emotions surface. as the sexual tension between you grows impossible to ignore, a third party joins the chat, so to speak
meet cute - @scandalous-chaos
categories: FLUFF
word count: 0.6k
summary: you meet a cute gift shopist on your way to work
tuesday's on the phone to me - @spilledkauffie
categories: angst, fluff
word count: 2.5k
summary: steven misses a date with you; understanding and thinking that you'll never want to see him again, he apologizes and leaves...
ya rouhi | series (18+) - @skvatnavle
part 1 part 2
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 4.0k (in total)
summary: along with your new job at the museum, you meet a sweet gift shopist
good day - @oswildin
categories: fluff
word count: 4.0k
summary: you and steven work at the museum together. little did he know you had a crush on the man. after getting yourself into trouble, you and steven are both punished with an evening in inventory
a lasting impression - @writefightandflightclub
categories: ANGST ANGST ANGST (like your heart will break)
word count: 7.9k
summary: steven falls asleep on you. no... i mean literally on you
take over (18+) - @foxilayde
categories: SMUT
word count: 3.3k
summary: there's a girl in his bed and a wolf at his door
history lesson (18+) - @polaroidpetal
categories: smut
word count: 2.4k
summary: people say not to mix your personal life with working life. the rules change when your working life is a major turn on for your personal life
take on me - @oswildin
categories: fluff
word count: 4.6k
summary: you end up on an accidental date with steven, but it ends up being the best date you could've asked for. it leads into more, but things aren't as simple as they appear. with adoration strong for the man, you take a chance on him
lovin' arms to hold me | series - @harrysweasleys
part 1 part 2
categories: fluff, a bit a angst
word count: 8k (in total)
summary: being a tour guide at the museum and development a stupid crush on steven, only to have that all crash and burn when you find out about his date
where it starts - @silversweetpea
categories: fluff
word count: 3.9k
summary: you can't tell if it takes you a day a week or a month to fall in love with steven. you just know that you do
in you i find solace (18+) - @cunaeparker
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 6k
summary: thunderstorms are frightening. she finds herself wound up at her neighbor's flat- aka her best friend's residence. surrounded by candlelight and words unspoken. maybe the blown fuse was a blessing in disguise?
angry sex (18+) - @thatredheadwriter
categories: smut. fluff
word count: 2.3k
summary: steven's had a lousy day at work, but when he comes home to find you just getting out of the shower, the two of you find another way for him to blow off some steam
first time's a charm (18+) - @babyboibucky
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 3k
summary: steven's about to lose his virginity to you
the first move | series (18+) - @paper-n-ashes
part 1 part 2 (part 2 is marc x reader)
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 6.3k (in total)
summary: you work at a tea shop and you have a crush on one of your regulars, a cute museum worker. you're convicted that he's never going to make a move, until a "friend" of his tells you that you're going to have to make it yourself
stupid - @mrsknightt
categories: fluff
word count: 1k
summary: working at a museum had its perks, one of them being developing a stupid crush on your coworker
really, truly (18+) - @jangofctts
categories: smut, some fluff
word count: 5.3k
summary: a little incident at work lead to some private time alone in a back room with your coworker
like you better (18+) - @helpinghanikan
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 3.2k
summary: only a few hours inside his head and steven managed to annoy marc into making a pit stop before reaching egypt. but maybe marc isn't as bad as they both think
heavy metal lover (18+) - @ozarkthedog
categories: smut
word count: 1.2k
summary: steven fucks you with one of his batons after you watch him fight
holy mary (18+) - @vi-sinner
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 2.5k
summary: you and steven have been together for a few months, and every time you reached to take things farther he pushes away. but in reality, it has everything to do with him, not you
a little banged up (18+) - @grippingbeskar
categories: smut, a bit of fluff
word count: 5.6k
summary: you haven't seen steven in a few days so you decide to go to his flat and check up on him
sucking (18+) - @myfictionaldreams
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 2k
summary: steven seemed to have a fascination with watching you suck on your fingers
love you like the sun came out - @marc-spectorr
categories: fluff!
word count: 0.9k
summary: steven spends an evening with two of his absolute favorites - the egyptian exhibit at the museum and you
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succession obsession very strong BUT i also have my moon knight obsession coming back so if anyone wants to send in requests… 🤭
#x reader#smut#fluff#requests#moonknight#steven grant#marc spector#jake lockley#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockely x reader#moonkight x reader
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Pussy drunk Steven Grant!!
hii, im very sorry this has taken so long!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also apologies in advance if there’s mistakes, I had a migraine while editing this
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Steven Grant x f reader
wc || 0.6k
warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (oral f receiving, subby steven, praise) minors dni I couldn’t help but make him submissive, it’s just too easy
masterlist + rules
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Steven Grant is the type of guy who often needs guidance to get a job done, needing simple reassurance and encouragement, the kind who loved hearing when he was doing something well.
You and Steven haven't been dating long, so you were still somewhat foreign to one another's bodies, unsure how to navigate each other just yet. Steven being the adorably sweet and awkward guy he is, hasn't had much luck with women, causing him to feel inadequate in the bedroom. Since you became a couple, you've been experimenting with ways to build his confidence, quickly learning that he responds well to praise and direction.
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He looks up at you from between your thighs, his dark brown eyes blown huge as he stares up in adoration. Hands lightly stroking your thighs with uncertain features, grazing his palms over the soft flesh.
You reassuringly nod as you place your hand over his, slowly guiding it to where you need him most. Lacing into his fingers as you lead him over your underwear, palming him over you. "Yeah, that's it," you whisper, momentarily closing your eyes as you feel his delicate touch. "Take them off," you softly instruct, nodding when you notice his questioning eyes.
He slips from your gentle grip to snake his fingers into your waistband, gingerly sliding them down. His eyes dart between you and your pussy, looking at you with a precarious glimmer as he settles himself, getting comfortable between your legs.
"Go on," you ease, your tone full of warmth. You slide your fingers into his curls, gently tugging. "That's it," reassuring.
He itches his mouth closer, faintly licking a soft stripe through your folds, featherlight touch as he does so. He slides his arms under your thigh and reaches up to your hand, lacing and clasping into your fingers as if he was seeking comfort. His tongue stiffens as he slides through you again, parting your folds with a content groan, his movements light yet precise. "Right there, Steven... that's it," you softly praise, tightening your grip in his hand and hair. "You're doing so well."
Your praise instantly encouraged Steven. He began to work over you as if he had finally got a knack for you, your taste and feel being something he doesn't want to part from.
His gluttonous mouth movements grow hungry and desperate as he flicks over you, swirling over your clit as he listens to your body, listening to your hitches in breath. Paying attention to you.
Encouraging him further, you earnestly whimper in praise as you tug his hair, eyes screwed shut, muttering senselessly in the air. "Right there... you're making me feel so good, Steven... so good," peeking down, you catch a brief moment of eye contact before your eyes clamp closed again. "You're doing such a good job."
Steven's initial reaction to your somewhat pained whines of pleasure was to stop, unsure if he was hurting you. Sensing his uncertainty, you tenderly brush over the back of his hand as if to comfort him, silently reassuring him as you feel the build-up to your release.
He laps over you in the way he knew you liked, flicking and teasing your clit, parting and sucking on your folds, not once faltering in motion as he brought you to your high. Caressing your pussy.
Quivering against his lips as you coat his tongue, freely jolting as you came.
He gently kisses your inner thigh before crawling up the bed next to you, snuggling into your side as he adjusts the covers, draping it over your lower half. You twist your neck to face him, sweetly kissing his lips while you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling the side of your head into his chest.
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#steven grant#steven grant x you#steven grant x reader#steven grant imagine#steven grant x fem!reader#steven grant fluff#steven grant fanfiction#steven grant drabble#moonkight#moon knight#marc spector#jake lockley
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Sick
Summary: Steven and Marc take turns caring for their sick girlfriend
Pairings: Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader
Warnings: Sick reader, mentions of a sore throat, Anything else that comes along with being sick
Word Count: 695 words
A/N: I wrote this back in July of 2022 while I was sick with Covid, but never finished it because I didn’t feel good enough and forgot about it.
“Okay, Love. I got your favorite chicken noodle soup, crackers, cough medicine, three types of throat lozenges, the popsicles you like, plus some push pops that I thought you’d enjoy. I also got three boxes of Kleenex with lotion, so they don’t hurt your nose.” Steven announces to the quiet and dark apartment.
“Mmm.” Is the only noise (y/n) makes to let her boyfriend know she heard him.
Steven puts the groceries on the kitchen counter and makes his way to the living room, where (y/n) is curled up on the couch, absentmindedly watching television.
Looking at his miserable girlfriend trying to hold in a cough makes Steven’s heartbreak. He turns to the closest mirror and sees Marc staring back at him with the same sad eyes. “Do you want me to front?”
Steven looked over at (y/n) again, who had just finished a small coughing fit and curled up further into the many blankets surrounding her. Steven solemnly nodes to his alter, and Marc quickly fronts and makes his way to his sick girlfriend.
“Hi, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” Marc crouches in front of the couch to look (y/n) in the eye.
“Not good.” Her voice came out nasally, and by the pained expression she made, it is evident to both Marc and Seven (who is watching from afar) that her scratchy throat made it difficult for her to talk.
“Where’s Steven?” (y/n) asks, confused as to why he let Marc front. In the past, when she wasn’t feeling the best or down, he would be the one to comfort her. Steven is usually the comforter, while Marc is usually the protector.
“He um…” Marc looks in the mirror and sees that Steven is in no shape to take care of their girlfriend. “ He’s never seen you…um…in this bad of a state. He’s just worried about you.”
(y/n) gives him a weak smile and lazily pulls her hand from underneath the blanket and puts it on his cheek. “Tell him…that’s it’s…” she stops to cough. “fine…as long as…he’s here…it’s okay.”
Marc gives her a small smile before Steven’s voice enters his head. “Tell her I love her, and if she needs me, I’m here.”
“He loves you,” Marc tells the sick woman.
“I know.” (y/n) smiles at him as she shuts her eyes.
“If you need him, he will front.”
“I know.”
“Do you need him?”
“No.” She opens her eyes to look at the worried man who is trying (and failing) to show it. “You are great.”
Marc takes her hand and gently places it under the blanket and then continues to tuck her in. “Marc.” He stops to look at her. “Can I have some chicken soup?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Marc quickly leaves to get what she asked for.
“You know she asked for the chicken soup to stop you from smothering her?” Steven asks his alter.
Marc chuckles lowly so (y/n) won’t hear him. “Yeah, I know.”
While Marc tries his hardest not to burn down his girlfriend’s apartment with the help of Steven, (y/n) closes her eyes and starts to fall asleep.
Just before she can, Marc places a hand on her shoulder. “Sweetheart. You need to eat.”
Without opening her eyes, she pulls her hand out from under the covers and tries to reach for the spoon.
Marc chuckles and places the soup on the coffee table, and takes (y/n)’s hand. “You need to sit up and eat.”
(y/n) makes a noise that Marc can only assume is her complaining. He helps her sit up, which is really just (y/n) leaning on Marc. Instead of handing her the soup, Marc picks up the bowl and puts it on his lap. He takes the spoon and dips it in the bowl.
“I can do it.” (y/n) mumbles, barely awake.
“Let me do it, Sweetheart.” Marc brushes her hair from her face and gently puts the spoon in her mouth.
After hearing her hum in enjoyment, he takes the spoon and puts it back in the bowl.
“Thank you.” She mumbles out.
He kisses the top of her head and gives her another spoonful of soup.
“Anything for you.”
#moonknight x reader#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#moonkight#marc spector#steven grant#marvel#mcu
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Stay up for me?
I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾
|Part 1|
Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.
Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.
You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.
You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—
Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.
“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.
You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.
Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.
Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.
“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.
“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.
“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.
“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.
“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.
“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.
“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.
"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.
“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.
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New Set
Steven Grant x BLACK Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI,heavy steven centric, subby steven is my weakness,hand kink but not really but maybe so 😝
Steven was obsessed with your hands; well, your nails, you’ve noticed. You and Steven have been friends for a long time, ever since he started teaching night classes at your college. You taught a creative lesson on Wednesday and Friday nights. He taught History of Ancient Egypt, a small class, but his students were just as eager to learn as he was to teach. Sometimes when you give your students the last 20 minutes to do an open writing assignment, you would cross the hall to watch them ramble about the Egyptian Goddess of the day. But little did you know that as much as you watch Steven, he watches you twice as much, especially your hands.
Steven would call himself a dork, yes, and oddball maybe, a history nerd definitely, but with you, he feels like Steven. Whenever you’d go out to lunch before class, he watched you ramble about all the stories your students came up with. You always talked with your hands, he noticed, your perfectly manicured acrylic nails clacking as you exaggerate your points.
But tonight, he couldn’t keep himself from staring back at you when you walked in and leaned against the back wall as he was rambling about the wonderful Taweret. You were wearing a brown blazer with a white turtle neck, a matching brown shirt, and white ankle boots to pull the outfit together. But his gaze stopped at your hands; you were holding one of your favorite mugs. This time around, your nails were medium-length, white coffin nails. Steven’s very proud of his knowledge of getting your nails done. Your hands were always one of his favorite parts of you, though he’d never tell. And if you’d ask, he’d always say your brilliant mind.
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and sadly took his gaze from you and looked at the time; he realized his excited rambles had taken his class over nearly 10 minutes.
“Alright, everyone, I’ve talked your heads off. Let's get you all packed up and ready to go.” He watched as you walked towards his desk, eyes shamelessly watching the skirt cling to your brown legs.
His class cleared out quickly, seeing as it was a Friday Night and his class was barely six people.
“Hey, Steven,” You said, taking a sip of your coffee.
“Hey, done for today?”
“Yeah, told the class once they’re done with their writing, pack up and head out whenever.” You take another sip, slower, noticing his eyes tracking the movement.
You don’t know if it was genuine curiosity or mischief feeling but you couldn’t help to tease him.
“Steven?” you drawled out his name, to which he answered with intrigued yes. “ You’re obsessed with my hands, always staring but never commenting. Do you not like my nails?” You questioned, setting down your mug and standing in front of him as he stood behind his desk.
“No, love, that's not it.” He exclaimed, flushed and running a hand through his messy curls. “ I love them all the shapes and sizes, colors and gems. To be honest, this set is very plain for you.” He said, eyes widening, “ Not that there’s anything wrong with them. They're pretty, you’re pretty, and your hands are lovely. I quite like your hands, as you may know.”
You could see Steven get even redder when he took a second to realize what he had said. You walked around his desk, moving him over so you were between his legs. You grabbed his fidgeting hands, noticing he drew in a sharp breath. “ Stephen, do you like my hands?
“Yes,” he replied
“And do you want me to touch you with my hands?”
“God, yes, love,” he whispered.
You smiled, looking into his eyes, then you let your hands wander from his shoulders to his surprisingly muscular arms to his abs, to the bulge growing in his slacks.
“ Wait, as much as I want this, and I swear I do, but we c—“
You cut him off with a kiss, “ If you’re worried about being caught, Steven, then you’ll have to be quiet.” You smirked as he let off a soft whimper.
“Fuck”, he moaned softly as you unbuttoned his pants, gently pulling him out so as not to scratch him.
You stroked him from base to tip, going slow as to tease. You repeated the motion and squeezed softly when you to the head, watching as precum wet your hand. You wanted to make him beg for it, wanting to watch him fall apart, but you couldn’t. You knew the janitor would be around sooner rather than later; you had to make this quick.
You firmly stroked his cock, earning a hiss from Steven, which quickly turned to whimpers as you quickened your pace.
Steven thrusts into your hand; his hands balled to his sides, hushed heavy breaths coming from him. He’s trying so hard to be quiet, trying so hard to be good.
All you can hear is the squelching sound of his cock as you work him closer to completion.
You could hear the janitor next door cleaning your room, and you grabbed his cock with your other hand, applying pressure to the base and twisting the other on his tip.
“Y/N,” he whined, “ I won’t last.”
“That’s the point, Steven, cum for me, cum all over my hand. Don’t you want to be a good boy for me?”
Maybe it was your words or your hands on him, but you watched as he gasped, eyes rolling back as his orgasm punched out of him. He came all over your hands, even some hitting your thighs and the bottom of your skirt, but you didn’t care. You watched Steven cum, pleasure clouding his features as he shivered from the aftershocks.
You tucked him back in his pants, using the tissue of his desk to try and clean any evidence of what transpired. He sat down and slumped in his chair from the pleasure.
He looked at you dazed, smiling softly, “So, what color are you getting next?”
#black reader#black!fem!reader#black!reader#black!y/n#moonkight#steven grant x reader#steven grant#sub steven grant
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Pairing: Marc Spector x florist!fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x florist!fem!reader)
Warning: fluff (no I mean, me trying to write fluff for the first time), Steven loves his burrito, Layla doesn't exist just for the sake of this story
A/n: THIS IS PART 1, I repeat PART 1 😭😭😭 Istg I messed up some stuff and I have no choice but to write a bit more and call it a day, I am terribly sorry, part 2 will be post soon!
Summary: For the first time ever, Steven might be better at talking to a girl than Marc, but that doesn't mean Marc just gonna stand and watch him does so.
Steven is chewing down on a vegan burrito, talking to Gus about how his day at the museum went when suddenly Marc speaks up. "Steven, since when do you like flowers so much?"
It was a totally random and offset question for Steven, but not for Marc though, he is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it in the most subtle way.
"Oh whut? You mean those books? They're not mine, Y/n was kind enough to let me borrow it, nice to learn something besides just alien and Egyptian mythology init?" Steven smiles when mentioning your name, taking another big bite from the burrito while Marc is still starting at the big pile of books about floriography.
"And... who is Y/n?" Marc asked while trying his best to be clueless, of course he knows Y/n; she owns a small flower shop on the road where Steven takes the bus to work every day, always looking so perfect and flawless at 7 a.m.
Sometimes Marc feels a teeny tiny bit guilty about how he takes over the body whenever the bus gets near to Y/n's flower shop, and after a few seconds of staring, hoping to see you, he gave the body back to Steven, leaving the British man confused like a deer in front of a headlight.
"Oh Y/n is this absolutely wonderful florist that I met when I tried to find some flowers for my first date that... didn't go quite as well as you remember..." To be honest, Steven just wants to eat his burrito in peace and finish it quickly, but if the topic is about Y/n and not Khonsu then he would be glad to join in.
"Ah well then, I was wondering if you could introduce --- " Marc's voice starts to fade out because Steven is too into the burrito.
But wait, why is he eating this burrito so fast in the first place? Steven thinks to himself for a moment, and the memory of Donna talking to him floods into his mind, making him yell out. "OH BLOODY HELL, DONNA PUT ME ON INVENTORY TONIGHT, I gotta go now talktoyoulaterMarc!!" Steven bolted out the door, clutching his work bag, leaving Marc *behind* disappointed; perhaps he could continue this conversation with Steven over the weekend?
===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===
"No way... Marc, are you serious? You have a crush on Y/n?!" Steven can't believe what Marc has told him, this is even more shocking than the discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.
"That is a childish way to say how a man is interested in a woman Steven, and I swear if you laugh at me-"
"No no no, why would I? Wow, good for you mate. I thought you would stick to fighting forever! With that silly old birb Khonsu, am I right Gus? " Steven exclaimed while sprinkling some fish food into the tank and missed how annoyed Marc looked.
'Tch, gimme a break' Marc thinks to himself while thinking about what Steven has said. Did he really spend that much time being an avatar? To the point where he gets lovestruck and doesn't even know how to talk to a girl?
"The main point is are you gonna introduce me to her or not?"
Steven feels strange after hearing Marc say that, what now? A guy who is not afraid of fighting and blood is scared of this sweet florist girl? "Why don't you just... introduce YOURSELF to her? Besides, I wouldn't know how to explain to her that you and I are basically the same, but at the same time we are not, bit odd init?"
Steven has a point though, it would be harder and more confusing if he told you about Marc. It seems like the only option left is for Marc to say hi to you himself (even if he wants to or not). God, how Marc wishes Monday would just come soon so he can meet you.
#marvel moon knight#moon knight x reader#moon knight imagine#moon knight fluff#marc spector#marc spector x reader#marc spector x you#marc spector x y/n#steven grant x y/n#steven grant#steven grant x reader#jake lockley#moonkight#fluff#oscar isaac
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Okay but has anyone made a sub Steven Grant x Tall reader, maybe the moon boys x tall reader story yet or I'm just looking hard enough? I would write it but lord I can't id faint form embarrassment
#moonkight#moonknight x reader#black reader#chubby reader#marc spector x you#jake lockely x you#steven grant x y/n#y/n being y/n#sub steven grant#moonknight fanfiction#moonknight imagine#moon knight x reader#Moonknight x black reader#Black reader#layla el faouly#steven grant smut#marc spector smut#jake lockely smut
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Moonknight headcanon:
Do the boys dance? How do they like to dance and do they dance in public? (includes reader, no triggers)
Steven:
He loves to dance but only in the privacy of his own home as he thinks he doesn’t dance very well. But he doesn’t worry so much anymore because it makes you giggle and dance with him as music blasts throughout the apartment (he dances like a dork and it’s absolutely endearing). He doesn’t mind dancing with you in public if it’s something slower, like a waltz, but tends to let you lead unless he’s feeling bold.
Marc:
Does not like to dance and will begrudgingly dance in public if absolutely necessary (example, if he’s undercover for a mission). You can convince him to dance with you and he does, putting on a grumpy face but he secretly loves it because he can’t say no to you. He’ll never admit it, but his favorite way to dance with you is slow dancing late at night. Soft music is playing and you’re swaying back and forth, Marc holding you close, face buried in your neck.
Jake:
Of the three of them Jake dances the best and is most willing to dance in public. He’s got those smooth moves and knows it, he likes to show off. He loves dancing the salsa or tango with you in the kitchen, you’re in pajamas, hair a mess, face bare and unwashed and Jake thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He’ll have the dopiest smile on his face the whole time.
#Moonknight#Moon Knight#MCU Moonknight#MCU Moon Knight#Steven Grant#Marc Spector#moonkight headcanons#headcanons#fandom headcanons#fandoms#MCU#dancing#steven x reader#marc x reader#jake x reader#moon system x boys#steven grant headcanons#marc spector headcanons#jake lockely headcanons#Jake Lockely#moon system heacanons#self insert#x reader#my writing#my headcanons
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I See You
Steven Grant X f!reader x Marc Spector
Series Masterlist
Part 2
Word count: 2.9k
Summary: Your boyfriend had promised a cozy Sunday night in. You were finally going to tell him the truth about your dysfunction, and yet you find yourself being dragged to the pub instead. After your boyfriend rudely embarrasses you in front of his friends you find yourself taking the last bus home with a sleepy Steven Grant.
Warnings: None, I think this is a tame chapter. A swear word here and there. Nothing big except for a jerk boyfriend.
A/N: Thank you all for liking the first part. I absolutely loved writing Steven’s introduction to this story. Next part will possibly be from Steven’s perspective. I unfortunately have not finished writing it though so there may be a longer wait time for the next part. Once again I promise I proofread this around five times but mistakes will probably still be there. I am sorry and I hope you like part two. Feedback is much appreciated and happy reading.
You decide to wait on the inevitable talk till a week later. Why ruin a good anniversary week you convince yourself, but in reality you were just scared. In all honesty whenever you have this conversation you never intend it to be a break up talk. Some part of you wishes they would stay and work whatever this was out together. They would always take the out though. Always wishing me well and mentioning I work on myself first before committing to a relationship.
Instead of the intimate night he had promised you, the following Sunday you found yourself sitting around a crowded pub. Your boyfriend reassures you that this won’t be long, and a night in will still happen just later than expected.
“An hour tops, I promise.” he begs when he sees the look on your face.
“I am not feeling well. You promised a cozy night in.” You tried to convince him.
“Come on, don’t be like that. They are waiting for us.” he tugs on the hand he was holding and leads you inside.
You drag your feet as you step inside. The warmth is overbearing and the amount of people inside makes you even more uneasy and on edge. He slipped into a booth where his friends already had several pints of beer on the table. You greet everyone with a passable smile for their inebriated state.
The first hour you were hounded to drink along with everyone. Each offer was denied with an excuse of being the designated driver. Even though you hoped your boyfriend would keep his promise of only an hour and take it slow so you wouldn’t have to.
The second hour was consumed with arguments of the recent rival football game.
The third hour was filled with you desperately trying to hold your boyfriend's concentration long enough to silently signal your need to finally go.
Four hours later here we were soon approaching midnight. You lost track of what round everyone was on, but your patience was finally at its wit’s end. You finally get up not caring about anyone's feelings anymore. “It’s time for us to go.” you say as firmly as possible so he would take you seriously. He stops mid drink laughing at your sudden change in attitude.
“Come on just one more round. John hasn’t finished his story.” He nods over to his best friend who just further agrees with him.
“I don’t feel well, and I work tomorrow anyways. Come on, I have to drive your precious car back or else I would’ve left hours ago.”
He scoffs “If you wanted to go so bad why didn’t you say so sooner.” he looks over to his mates “Women am I right?” he jokes. They drunkenly laugh louder than can be. You glare at every single one before you throw his keys at him.
“Figure out how to get home on your own. Call me when you are ready to apologize.” you storm off while his friends all ‘ooh’ as if they were in grade school and found out one of them got in trouble. You shake your head as you look back one last time to see what he is doing before you walk out the door. As if hoping for some sort of remorse or sign that he is going to be coming after you.
You regret it though as you see his real reaction, and not one that you have made up in your mind. He laughs along with everyone, and is signaling for another round. Your heart breaks silently knowing that no matter how many times you would try to convince yourself, he was not the one. He never was.
You walk down the lonely street hugging your jacket in close. The cold was starting to get worse this time of year. You made a mental note to take out your winter clothes to wash before the bitter cold fully came. You make it to the bus stop thankfully before they stop running. It finally pulls in and you climb on hoping for a lone ride with just the bus driver. They wouldn’t judge you too bad if you suddenly began to cry if your emotions finally overflowed.
Your night didn’t give you a break as you realized there was a man sitting at the very back of the bus. He had his head against the window, eyes closed as he let the movement of the bus rock him to sleep. He snored slightly, the poor thing looked awfully tired. He probably was coming home from a late shift you think to yourself.
The bus ride home was loads better than staying in the pub even though it made getting home twice as long than what it would’ve taken driving. You even felt proud of yourself for not crying. Although you also had to thank the mystery man for that. Even though he was clearly dead to the world at the moment you didn’t want to ruin his environment if he so happened to wake.
You would be lying if you weren’t sneaking peeks at him. He was extremely handsome even if his mouth was slightly open. His hair looks so soft and fluffy with curls. He had a large nose that would sit on his face perfectly completing him. Best of all was his jaw giving him such a strong profile. The only thing missing to complete this man in your head were his eyes. You wish he was awake to see his eyes just knowing that a man like this could eat you up with solely his gaze. But above all he made you feel extremely comfortable for some unknown reason.
You sigh looking at him one last time as your stop is soon approaching. That was when you realized that this was the last stop. There were no others before heading to the bus depot. You hardly think that's where this man was heading. You have never seen him before to know if he got off at your bus stop. Perhaps he had just moved in somewhere close by. Maybe you would spot him from time to time on your strolls to the local corner shop. You smile to yourself imagining the scenarios already.
You shake your head to get the silly daydream out of your head. The bus came to a full stop before announcing the last stop. The man is still sleeping through the call. You get up and look between the man and the driver. You almost want to tell the driver something but they were clearly done with the day as they gave a definite shoulder shrug to indicate this was your problem.
You make your way over to the man and slightly tap him on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, sir.” you say to him, shaking him slightly when the tap did nothing.
You look back to the driver who finally decides to do something about this situation. Without moving from their seat they let out a loud and blaring yell “Last stop!”
The man's head rolls off the window and jumps up in freight. His eyes blew wide scanning his surroundings. He comes face to face with you as he stumbles forward, his body moving faster than his sleepy mind at the moment. When he finally looks at you properly he is frozen in place. His eyes scan your face and finally meet yours. The picture of the handsome man was finally complete and you were correct. His gaze held you in place, as if time stood still. The moment is soon lost when the bus driver once again yells “Last stop!” making the both of you jump from the sudden abruptness.
“Sorry. Sorry forgot where I was for a moment there.” he finally speaks, and looks out the window. “Oh no! Oh No! Not again. I've missed my stop.'' He looks around still trying to figure out where he is.
The bus driver's final straw of patience snapped as they asked us to get off unless we wanted to go to the bus depot.
We stand watching as the bus drives off. You feel bad for the man as he tries to pinpoint where he is still. Looking hopelessly lost. You didn’t realize it but you were slightly pouting as he looked like a lost puppy trying to find his way home.
“I’m sorry. I probably should’ve figured this wasn’t your stop. I’ve never seen you this far on the fare before. I should’ve tried to wake you or something.” you apologize just feeling sorry for the handsomely exhausted man.
“No, nothing to apologize for. My fault really. I should be more careful about this kind of stuff. I have a sleeping problem, I shouldn't be so careless you know?” he tries to reassure you. When he saw the sad pout you had upon your face.
You tell him the crossing streets nearest to you both in hopes of helping him the best you could. He looks even more shocked when he realizes how far off he is.
“I should’ve gotten off eight spots ago.” he shakes his head as if he was disappointed in himself.
“That's when I got on!” you exclaim, smiling a bit about the coincidence. “ I don’t think you’ll be able to catch another bus heading back in time.”
“What a way to end a night?” he sounds defeated. “First inventory and now this. I should’ve figured when I almost missed my bus to work.” he shakes his head. “Sorry, you probably don’t even care about little old me and my problems.”
“It’s alright. Bad nights all around I guess huh?” you admit remembering why you even had to take the bus in the first place. He raises an eyebrow at your statement. You take a deep breath and go on “ My boyfriend is an idiot. He embarrassed me in front of his friends. I left his drunk ass at the pub, he didn’t even bother to care how I was going to get home just ordered another fucking round. Should’ve never expected more out of him. My fault for believing he would honestly.”
“It's not.” he says so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. When he realizes you did he almost hesitates to go on. “Forgive me if I am over stepping, but it's not your fault for expecting your boyfriend to actually be a good boyfriend. I am sorry but he sounds like a bloody prick. Embarrassing you in front of everybody. Not caring about your feelings. Worst of all he had you take a bus home in the middle of night and now you are here talking to a complete stranger for who all you know could be a serial killer.”
You are taken aback by his honesty. All the things he had said only validated your feelings and reassured you that it isn’t wrong to have these expectations from your boyfriend. You can't help laughing though at the thought of him being a serial killer. He looks at you curious wondering what he said that was so funny. You swear he even shifted his head to one side like a puppy dog.
“You most definitely don’t give off a serial killer image.”
“Oh? What image do I give out then?”
“Lost puppy dog energy.” You admit behind a giggle.
He laughs a bit, probably imagining the sight of him. “Or I could be leading you into a false sense of security.” he jokes a bit but you can tell he is starting to blush a bit. It only causes you to laugh even more.
“No, I am one hundred percent certain. You are a puppy. Definitely getting golden retriever energy.” You nod, smiling even more at his reaction.
“ Is that a compliment then?”
“Of course! The golden retriever is one of the most dashing of dogs and the sweetest. It is the utmost compliment!Trust me I have a great judge in character”
He looks away unsure of what to say next. The blush on his cheeks growing and shading his ears with red as well. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” You two hold each other's gaze once again feeling the calming energy surrounding the both of you. You sigh with the sudden sense of peace that envelops you. When suddenly you are plucked from serenity with the sound of your ringtone. Your peace is gone in an instant when you see your boyfriend's name appear on the screen. You answer it wondering what type of gibberish he was going to spew.
“Wh-Where are you?” he slurs out slowly.
“ Hello to you too, and why do you care all of a sudden?”
“I am at your… apart- at your place. Why aren’t you answering the door?”
“I am not home. How did you get there? You didn’t drive did you?” Moments from becoming furious if he says that he did.
“No. I took a cab.” He says defensively. “Where are you? Why aren’t you here…home?”
“Took the bus.”
“This fucking late. Why didn’t you just wait for me?”
You sigh frustrated at him and his slurred speech. You could practically smell the alcohol on his breath through the phone. “I told you I wasn’t feeling well. Just go home, I don’t want to talk until you apologize for what you said.”
“I am coming to g-…coming to where… get you. Send me your locati-”
You hang up before he even finishes. The last thing you wanted was for him to meet you here.
“The infamous boyfriend now caring?” the mystery man speaks. His voice calms you as he pulls you back into the conversation you were having together.
“The one and only. I swear I am a good judge of character. He wasn’t like this when we started dating.” you defend your previous statement
“ I trust you. Mostly because you called me dashing.” He shrugs.
You laugh as you see him fiddling with his fingers not sure of how you would’ve taken his joke. “And I meant every word.”
You look over your shoulder towards the direction of your apartment. “I should probably get home.” Even though you kind of wished to continue your conversation with the handsome mystery man.
“Will you get home safely?” he asks, doing a quick look around as if he was looking for something out of the ordinary. The thought of concern makes you smile.
“Yeah, Just down the street.” You gesture down the road. “Will you get home safely? It's probably best to head back towards the main streets and hail a cab.”
“Yeah I think that’ll be the best option.” he agrees.
“It was nice meeting you…” You wait eagerly for him to give you his name. Wanting nothing more than to know it as if you were taking a piece of him with you.
“Steven. Steven with a v.” he holds his hand out.
You place your hand in his. Warmth suddenly takes over your body. You notice the size difference but also how delicate his hold is on you. He doesn’t show off his strength as most men do when shaking hands. A silly way of displaying dominance you have always hated as they would crush your hand entirely. No, he was quite the opposite. His hold was soft, delicate but still firm grounding you to this moment. He repeats your name absolutely loving the way the sound falls from his lips. The handshake was longer than most but neither wanted to let go of the warmth that emanated from the other.
He notices how long the pause has been and lets go. He begins to play with his hands once again. “It was lovely meeting you. You made my bad night better honestly.” he confesses.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” You smile at the connection you both must be feeling. “Good night Steven with a V. I hope you get some proper sleep when you get home.”
“I’ll try. Get home safely. Good night.”
You begin to go down the road, but before you have even taken five steps you turn to capture one last good look of him. Wishing this wouldn’t be the last time you two meet. Only to realize this meeting was purely accidental. You would’ve never met Steven if it wasn’t for your idiot boyfriend, that and the fact that Steven missed his stop. This moment will never happen again. Making you savor these last few glimpses of him walking away.
Just as you were ready to keep walking, Steven looked back. His eyes quickly light up when he meets yours. He looks startled for a second not expecting to see you looking back as well.
He says your name loud enough for you to hear.
“Yeah?” you say slightly embarrassed for getting caught staring.
“Don’t lower your expectations for him. He doesn’t deserve you, if you have to.” he says. You can tell he was nervous about your reaction to his advice. He wasn’t sure if he was overstepping. Once again his words catch you off guard. Not expecting such honesty from someone you just met moments ago. You nod though knowing that he was right though.
“I won’t. Thank you, Steven.” You give him a reassuring smile “See? I was right. Golden retrievers are the sweetest.” You wave good-bye, he copies you still too flustered from the compliment to say anything. “I hope we meet again, puppy.” You add in the pet name in order to get him even more flustered, deciding he looks absolutely adorable when he does so.
“ I-I hope so too. G-good Night” he stutters, finally turning away to walk up to the main street.
You look up and whisper your wish into the night starry sky.
“I want a puppy like him as a boyfriend.”
Part 3{ In progress}
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Ok but Steven grant would follow you around like a duckling and nod at anything you say like a love struck puppy 🥺
#steven grant x reader#steven grant x fem!reader#moonkight#moon knight#headcanon#marvel moon knight#moon knight series
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marc spector rec list
THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH MARC FICS OUT THERE. i hope all my marc lovers enjoy this list!
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she's my collar (18+) - @takenbyheartstrings
categories: smut
word count: 4.5k
summary: you and marc are in an argument, when things get a little too heated
moon struck | series - @softlybarnes
this is kinda both marc and steven but it's amazing so
part 1 part 2
categories: fluff, a bit of angst
word count: 16.6k (in total)
summary: steven asks you out, marc falls in love
deserve (18+) - @softlybarnes
categories: kinda sorta smut, fluff
word count: 4k
summary: marc never stays with you after he fucks you. you are better left in the hands of steven. this time he doesn't leave you
it's worth it, it's divine | series (18+) - @the-archxr
part 1 part 2
categories: SMUT
word count: 6.2k
summary: when hathor said she'd help give you a push, you weren't expecting to have marc, khonshu's avatar, moaning underneath you bybtue end of the night. but you certainly aren't complaining
sting (18+) - @laters-gators
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 3.5k
summary: marc relies on your amateur skills to patch him up following a brutal fight
softcore (18+) - @reysteve
categories: smut, fluff
word count: 3.5k
summary: marc is apparently having a breakdown in the middle of egypt, the good thing is that you're right there with him, the person he seems to hate the most in the world... or quite the opposite of that
cairo sunshine (18+) - @laters-gators
categories: smut
word count: 2.3k
summary: after arriving in egypt, you and marc sit in your underwear to ease the searing heat
all for love (18+) - @dont-feel-so-good-peter
categories: smut, hurt/comfort
word count: 12k
summary: marc spector was never good with his emotions. his trauma overtook a lot of his emotions at times. an argument breaks out and the moon boys hurt your feeling. and marc makes it up in various ways
what you want (18+) - @babyboibucky
categories: smut
word count: 2.8k
summary: marc doesn't like the idea of sharing you. not even with steven
a future without you - @mkfluffluv
categories: angst, hurt/comfort
word count: 3.2k
summary: marc lost you to the snap and after 5 years of dealing with his grief by maiming people, he finally gets you back
the first time (18+) - @youvebeenlivingfictional
categories: smut
word count: 3.1k
summary: the first time you and marc catch one another Ina tight spot, you both make it out by skin of your teeth. you're both wounded; you're both riled up as all hell
need you (18+) - @soonknight
categories: smut
word count: 1.3k
summary: you comfort marc post mission
across the stars - @jake-g-lockley
categories: fluff
word count: 1.5k
summary: how tf did you end up stargazing with marc spector?
unlikely - @arsonhotchner
categories: fluff
word count: 1.4k
summary: a look into how marc and you met
first - @bit-dodgy-innit
categories: fluff, little bit of angst
word count: 4.3k
summary: you fell in love first marc. it didn't mean you loved him more than his other alters, but when you notice he's hesitant to front after your daughter is born, you gently confront him about it and assure him
breakfast (18+) - @arsonhotchner
categories: fluff, smut
word count: 1.6k
summary: marc interrupts you when you're trying to make breakfast. and steven finishes up
how do i ask? (18+) - @howaboutcastiel
categories: smut
word count: 5.4k
summary: marc is usually the one to initiate sex. at this point, the reader downt even no how to seduce him (it usually doesn't require any effort) when the reader wants a change of pace from him, though, she must deal with the conundrum of being the one to make the first move
fix it - @ninebluehearts
categories: fluff
word count: 1k
summary: of course normal household appliances break while marc is away in cairo. now you're gonna have to fix them yourself
i like it when you say my name - @marc-spectorr
categories: fluff
word count: 1.3k
summary: you and marc try to come up with some baby names
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#marc spector#marc spector fluff#marc spector smut#marc spector x reader#steven grant#steven grant x reader#jake lockley#jake lockley x reader#moonkight x reader#moonknight fic#moon knight#marvel#marvel x reader#mcu#mcu x reader#marvel fic rec#fics recs
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Take Your Time
A/n: I wrote this whole thing specifically for the second verse of Take Your Time by Chloe Moriondo which also happens to be the song this fic is based on! I’m still doing dbh bingo, I’m just a lil uninspired atm so I’m clearing my palette lol
Summary: After walking in on you dancing in the living room you decide to tease Steven with a lap dance.
Warnings: Established relationship, slight power dynamics towards the end, very suggestive 18+
~600 Words
You jumped onto the couch, lip syncing to one of your favorite songs. You held the remote like a microphone and bent at the knees and waist during the most dramatic part, as if you were on stage preforming it. Suddenly you heard the door close and applause drown out your music, “that was amazing love,” Steven laughed, “we should get you on a stage!”
You pause the music and set your hands on your hips, ignoring the way your face begun heating up, “yeah? That wasn’t even my best!” You stepped off the couch and began looking for the right song, “once sec Steven, let me find a song.”
He smiled and finished setting his stuff down, “I’m ready whenever you are, want me to whip something up as a post-preformance meal?” He wraped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.
You thought about the song you wanted to play and smirked, “it’s alright, I’ve already found it.” You pressed play on the song and waited for it to load, “sit here, you’re going to love it!”
As the song jumped into it’s lyrics so did you. You slowly took a couple steps back from him, maintaining eye contact as you smirked. You made your moves sensual and slow, teasing him as you moved. You watched him shift in his seat as he stared.
Trying to hide your smile you began singing, “If I could be a pretty girl, would it make you wanna do the things that I wanna do? What do I have to do?” As you sang the the long note you threw your head back and placed the hand that wasn’t holding the ‘mircophone’ on your collar bone. You let your hand drift down your sternum as the prechorus continued. During the chorus, you reached towards him and let your fingertips trace along his shoulders. As it ended, you threw your leg over his and settled in his lap.
You set the remote aside and leaned forward, ghosting your lips over his and whispered the lyrics, “I know I should learn my own lesson, move on. But you’ve got a grip on me.” You grabbed his hands and set them on your hips. You tilted your head and moved your lips to his ear, “All I think of are your eyes,” you wrapped your hand around his throat, causing him to whimper, “and your fingers, and your thighs,” On the last word, you ground down onto him. “All I wanted is you, what do I have to do?” He couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from his chest, trying to turn his head to kiss you while tightening his grip on your waist.
Staying true to the best version of you, you continued to tease him, kissing his neck during the vocals and grinding down on him every now and then. By the time the song was over, he was a mess: panting with his eyes shut tightly and his face flushed.
“So, how did you like the performance?” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair.
His hips twitched beneath you as he began, “i-it was goo-great! I just don’t think- it’s just not fair you’ve got me like this Love.”
You hummed, a playful expression spread across your features, “You’re right, and you were so good during the show weren’t you?”
He nodded eagerly and panted into your neck, “yes- I was, please-”
You almost laughed, “alright then we better reward you~”
#steven grant x reader#steven grant#steven grant smut#moonkight#steven grant x you#smut#mcu moon knight#steven grant x y/n#mcu#mcu series
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We’ll be okay [4] (Marc Spector/ slight!Steven Grant x Reader)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: After Marc Spector leaves your life to focus on his own goals, what happens when he comes back into your life at full speed after years of being apart?
Word Count: 7K ( I got so carried away im so sorry lmfao)
Warnings: Canon violence, angst, fluff, sexual tension, and swearing.
Authors note: its 4am as i'm uploading this and I didnt even bother to edit this so sorry for any mistakes but if you like this part please reblog and comment what you though and if you want to be on the taglist let me know down below!
It took just over a day to reach Cairo from London.
Had you taken a direct flight, with no layovers it would've taken 5 hours, maybe a little less but as Marc explained it wouldn't have been possible to smuggle his guns and gear through security without getting caught. Which led to you now, sitting in a small cramped seat, right next to the aisle as Marc managed to snag the seat by the window as you used the middle seat to hold your bag.
You ignored the fatigue that your body held over you, your back had felt better after some rest, more than the recommended amount of Tylenol, and three extra shots of expresso into your latte. because you knew if Marc saw just the slightest amount of pain or exhaustion he would try to make you go back to London and wait for him to come home. So you sat, keeping yourself busy with books and a crossword puzzle in a newspaper you found tucked in the pocket in the seat in front of you. Marc wasn't in the mood to talk, most likely kicking himself into a bloody lump of guilt for losing the scarab. You were hoping to have a more productive and less emotionally fueled talk rather than the yelling, sobbing, and pushing conversation you had the night before. So you just watched him and the steady rise and fall in his chest, his hand gently thumbing his necklace around his neck, and the slight bounce of his foot making his leg shake.
“You're pretty.” A tiny voice said, making you snap from your trance, cheeks turning crimson under the embarrassment of getting caught making eyes at your closest friend. You turned to where the voice came from and saw a little girl, no older than nine staring at you from the seat across from you, the man you assumed was her father tried to tell her to leave you alone but you waved your hand in dismissal. You ignored the way Marc's head turned to look at you from the corner of your eye as you smiled at the girl.
“Thank you, you're very pretty too.” you laughed lightly.
“Where are you going?” she asked and you raised a brow.
“What's your name, kid?” you asked.
“Akilah!”
“Well Akilah, I'm going to help a friend that's why I'm on this train.” You said the little girl's happy personality gives you a nice break from everything going on.
“That's cool,” Akilah shrugged. “I'm going with my Papa to see my uncle.”
“Oh man,” you laughed warmly. “I used to love seeing my uncle! I wish I could see mine. It was one of my favorite things to do. I'm sure you’ll have so much fun.”
“Why can't you see him?” Akilah asked, her eyes full of curiosity and you paused for a moment swallowing thickly before you responded.
“He… moved very far away, so I can't visit him as much anymore.” you gave her a sad smile. You were used to death and loss in your life but the loss of your uncle was always a hard topic for you as he was the one who gave you advice and a place to stay after the death of your father and your mom turned to alcohol for comfort the majority of your childhood. Some nights it feels like only yesterday you were standing on the sidewalk in front of the steps that led to Marc's place.
The cold November air made your whole body tremble as you stood in front of the familiar steps of Marc's house. You debated just going home and going to see Marc in the morning but the light to his room was on and the only thing you wanted was just a hug,
Or a slap to the face to wake yourself up from this nightmare. You spent all day in the hospital as you waited for your uncle to get out of surgery to see if his dying large intestine was still viable enough to perform another life-saving surgery. Needless to say, after 40 years of severe chronic illness and 3 organ transplants your uncle's body was at its final straw and couldn't keep up anymore. So you said your goodbyes to him as a machine kept him breathing as held his cold limp hand in yours whispering your thanks to him and pouring all your love into a final kiss on the forehead and then you left, you didn't think you could stand watching the doctors pull the plug.
“Y/n?” Marc's voice called out and you looked up, Marc was standing in the doorway seven steps away from you. Just seven steps and you'd be in his arms and everything would be okay.
So why can't you move?
Your legs gave up from under you as if they couldn't handle the simple chore of keeping you up. You caught yourself on the hand railing before lowering yourself down on the steps, as you hang your head. Silent sobs wracked your body as Marc ran down to your crippled form.
“Y/n? What happened” Marc asked, panic lacing his features.
“My uncle, he had to go to the hospital last night and he died this afternoon.” You looked up at him, eyes rimmed bright red as salty tears fell and landed on the pavement. “He's dead Marc, I lost my second dad so why does this hurt so bad when I've done this before?” you asked, no begged. You wanted to know why you couldn't breathe and think straight as you felt this sense of gravity crushing your body until you were flat on the ground.
“Marc, I'd rather die than do this again.” you cried.
“Hey, don't say that.” He whispered, he leaned forward and grabbed you by the arms and dragged you into his lap. Your hands went for his sweatshirt, clenching so hard your knuckles went white as you sobbed into his neck. “You survived this first time, you can do it again. Even though you should've never had to deal with this in the first place.”
“Please don't leave me.” You begged, you wanted to feel embarrassed. Sounding like a small child crying for its mother but you couldn't bother.
“I won't sweetheart, I promise.” he said, the sincerity in the statement calmed you enough for Marc to carry you into his house and let you pass out in this bed.
Marc ended up leaving to join the Marine corps four months later.
You blinked and saw Akilah staring at you, her dad was now awake and watching the interaction with sympathy, while Akilah's small face scrunched up in worry.
“Are you okay?” she asked, the train came to a stop and the conductor's voice came through and announced you made it to Cairo. You gave her a big smile and nodded.
“Yeah, I just miss my uncle.” you admitted and moved to grab your bag as Marc grabbed him, you and marc made your way down the aisle before a voice called you out.
“WAIT!” a tiny voice screamed in the crowd, You and Marc's heads both snapped behind you as you saw Akilah and her father running up to you.
“I'm so sorry,” her father said as he jogged up to you, holding his daughter in her arms. “My daughter said you needed this.��� He said and reached into his pocket pulling out a small object. “She loves this necklace but she took it off and kept saying you need it more than her and said she wouldn't talk to me until you received this.”
You held back a chuckle as you held out your hand as the man dropped it into your hand, you held up the necklace and saw a small pendant on it.
“The Ankh symbol?” You gaped. The man leaned forward and whispered to you.
“It has a lot of meanings, protection, and balance but the symbol of eternal life is one that is called out to me. I know you said your uncle… moved away.” he paused using the same words you did to avoid explaining to Akilah the cycle of death talk in the middle of a train station. “But just know just because he's not here with you in this life anymore he's watching and waiting for you in another one.” the father explained, you stared at him wide-eyed as you nodded.
“Thank you so much I love it,” you reached around the clasp of the necklace around your neck. You bend down to Akilah's level and pat her head.
“You too, Akilah. you were right I really needed this.” the little girl grinned, happy to know her instincts were right.
“We have to go, but I hope you have safe travels.” the father said, you nodded and reached to shake his hand.
“You too, I hope you have a wonderful time seeing your brother.”
You watched them walk away until you couldn't see them anymore before you turned to Marc. He looked at you so softly, almost guilty. The creases around his eyes relaxed with a small turn of his lips. But once he noticed you looking at him his face dropped back into his normal frown.
“Come on, we should head to the hotel,” he said.
The room had one bed, for some reason Marc could care less. Probably due to the fact, there are way bigger problems to worry about. but for you, sharing a bed with Marc for the first time in years was pretty high up there.
“Please don't tell me you still kick in your sleep,” Marc said, shrugging off his jacket and leaving him in a tight black t-shirt. You cleared your throat and avoided your gaze so you wouldn't be staring at his arms, opting for kneeling down and opening your suitcase.
“Is this a bad time to tell you I've upgraded to night terrors? I don't think I'll kick but I might scream and punch you.” you laughed nervously, grabbing a pair of sleeping shorts and an old tee shirt.
“When did that start?” Marc asked.
“A while ago, around the time you le-” Your voice faltered as you realized what you said. You turned and saw Marc watching you, his jaw set tight as he looked down.
“Marc I didn't mean-”
“I'm gonna go shower.” he interrupted. before abruptly standing up and walking to the bathroom, slamming the door shut. You closed your eyes and sighed, ignoring the want to go after him in the shower and instead opting to just change and crawl into bed and hope you'd be asleep before he came out.
Your plan failed.
You were still awake when he came out in nothing but his boxers as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and walked to your side of the bed before he sat down on the floor and started drinking. You could smell the scent of cedarwood and cinnamon invading your senses. But you welcomed the scent with open arms, along with memories of Marc holding you while you both fell asleep and wearing his favorite jacket when you got the chance. Here was something there a long time ago, a feeling that was more than just friendship. It had been years since then, and you weren't sure Marc had those feelings anymore but you knew you did. In fact, you were almost positive they never left.
“I know you're awake,” Marc grumbled, you cracked open an eye and saw Marc still looking out the window. You sighed in defeat as you threw the cover off your body and climbed out of bed and moved to sit on the cool tile next to Marc. You leaned over and snagged the bottle of whiskey out of his hands, taking a swig for yourself. your face puckered up at the burn as you put it on the table beside you.
“Why are you here Y/n?” Marc asked.
“I told you already, Ammits control would kill-”
“No, why are you here,” Marc repeated.
There it was, the pieces clicked as you looked at Marc in thought. Why wouldn't he bother to talk to you, let alone look at you? It's because he thought he didn't think he deserved a friend to help him during this or with anything in general. You played with your new necklace in thought before you spoke.
“When I saw you at the shiva a few months ago it stirred a lot of really complicated feelings I've been ignoring for years. I had mostly gotten used to you only being in my life on your own terms, on your schedule never mine. And I thought I was okay with what I really did.” you laughed sadly. “I grieved the time of my life where I had you, I mean actually had you. I mean, hell- I even got a tattoo for it and everything, and then I shoved those emotions away so I didn't think about it and moved on with my life.” You pulled at the collar of your shirt and exposed your collarbone so Marc could see the tattoo.
“We’ll be okay.” he read, he raised his hand so his fingers could ghost over the last words he said to you that night embedded into your skin. You fixed your shirt but put your hand there as if you were protecting the skin.
“And then you cut me off, with no way for me to know you were safe or even alive and it just killed me on the inside and I just kept thinking about if I had a chance to change things, to be able to fix whatever happened with us I would do it in a heartbeat,” you said. “And then Steven called, and I decided I couldn't just sit on the sidelines anymore so I went after you. Because I wanted to, and I think deep down you wanted me there but maybe I was wrong, and maybe I was selfish to do all this without even thinking about how you would've felt but I just wanted you back,” you said hoarsely. “Because a life without you, Marc Spector. is a life I don't want, no matter how stubborn, grouchy, and sometimes just mean you can get.” you finished avoiding looking at Marc in fear to see how he would react. Although, you weren't expecting his large hand to wrap around your wrist and yank you on top of him. You held your breath as your thighs settled on each side of him as he stared at you. His hands are trailing to your waist and settling there.
“I'm sorry if that means anything at this point.” He whispered. you could see the pores on his cheeks, his long eyelashes touching his eyebrows, and his dark brown eyes that kept flicking down to your lips. “You were right, I wanted you with me but I couldn't allow myself to bring you into a life like this. That's full of death and blood that's on my hands and when I'm not in the best place mentally. You deserve so much more.”
“Marc.” You whispered, your hands cupping his face. “I don't care about what you think I deserve, I just need you, that's all I ever needed.” you said, fervidly gushing from your voice. You leaned forward and placed your forehead against his, Marc sighed in content.
“Just no more secrets, yeah?” you asked, so close to his face you can smell this whiskey and feel the heat from his mouth. The only response you got from him is a nod and tight grips on your hips. You smiled and pulled away, placing your hands on his shoulder and rubbing at the muscle.
“Let's get some rest.” you mumbled, sleep already gripping at your selfconcius as you dragged yourself up from your spot on Marc's lap and threw yourself into bed. You heard the man above you chuckle. You grabbed his wrist and yanked on him, just as he did to you not long ago and pulled him into bed with you. He grunted on the impact but quickly settled onto the mattress.
“Tomorrow we’ll go find another way to Ammits tomb, I think I know a guy who can help.” You said, but the only response you got was soft snores.
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“God damn it Marc!” you cursed as your lungs gasped for air, Cairos heat and you stumbling and climbing over roofs and ledges had made you a sweaty mess as your medorcore parkour skills were stomped and buried into the ground as you watched Marc fly over rooftops and vault over walls like it was the easiest thing in the world. You went really sure if Marc knew you were behind him, the only reason you knew he left without you this morning was due to the fact he accidentally slammed the door closed this morning which resulted in you scrambling to get into decent clothes made for climbing and running and your bag of gear before you ran out the door after Marc. only finding him once you saw him jump to another rooftop while you were on the busy streets. Only catching up to him when he stopped to talk to a group of men as you jumped right after him but stayed on the other side of the ledge to listen for a moment.
“You killed him? I needed to talk to that guy.” he dropped down off a box. “About dig site actually, but I guess I'm gonna have to talk to you instead.”
“You're too late,” Another man said. “You're not going to find Harrow.” His accent is strong and thick. You heard the sound of metal scratching against the ground and you decided to peek over the ledge.
“Oh what, are we dancing? Are we fighting? What are we gonna do?” Marc taunted, his arms in front of his face, ready to attack as a man jumped forward and grabbed Marc. he dogged and smacked him into a wall, quickly twisting to kick the second man in the stomach. As a kid, couldn't be older than 15 drag his blade across his back and you winced at the sound of Marcs cry. You scrambled on the ledge, your feet balancing on the six inch margin as you waited for a chance to strike. When one of the men swiped his knife near Marc's face you jumped down on top of him, your leg wrapping around his neck as you brought him down to the ground with you. You grunted as he twisted in your grip his knife ready to stab you in the side before you bent his wrist back, you grabbed the blade before you chucked it off the roof and kicked him away from you.
You stood up eyeing the man, he wasn't much taller than you so when he came at you, you scratched your nails across his eyes before reeling back your hand and shoving the heel of your hand and slammed it against his nose, making him shout in pain as his eyes watered up. You grinned and slammed your steel toe boot into his ankle to bring him as you turned and sidekicked the tip of your boot into his spine. You grinned triumphantly but the moment died quickly as you felt a hand grip your hair and drag you back. You saw Marc infront of you panting, his eyes wide when he saw your position.
“If this is a lesson about not pulling my hair back before a fight,” you hissed at the sting of your hair pulling at your scalp. “Message received!” you bent down and turned in his grip and shoved your elbow into the underside of his chin allowing the grip on your hair to lessen as you stepped back stumbling right into Marc. He placed a hand on your shoulder to balance you before walking up to the man and pressed the knife into his neck. You watched as Marc gazed into his reflection in the knife and shook his head.
“Not now Steven!” Marc shouted, but his eyes rolled back into his head and he lowered the knife. The man pushed Marc away and made a run for it but you sprinted and jumped on his back. Putting his head into lock with your arms until he passed out in your arms. Dropping the man to ground you turned and saw the teenager standing in front of you, holding his knife. Marc was off to the side as he woke up from Steven fronting.
“Don't you dare, kid.” Marc said with irritation. You chose to raise your hands in sign of surrender.
“I won't hurt you, I promise.” you said gently but the kid's glare grew more angry before he threw the knife, gliding through the wind before it sliced through the sleeve of your shirt and cutting open a slicing a small gash on your upper arm. You grimaced in pain as the teen fled down the stairs. Unwrapping the scarf that pushed back your hair from your face you tied it around your arm tightly.
“Are you alright?” Marc said, his hand holding your arm as he inspected your homemade bandage. You shrugged him off as you went to the stairs the boy went down.
“You go after him up high where you can see, I'm going after him on the street.” You commanded, “I'll follow you!” you yelled as running down the steps and busting open the door. You watched what direction Marc went in before you ran. You ran through the busy traffic and the small market in the town. Rushing out apologies as you shoulder checked people on accident as you kept an eye on the teen.
You were close to the boy when you felt a hand grab your shoulder, dragging you back. You looked behind you and saw the man whose nose you broke giving you a sick grin, his face smeared with blood as he dragged you back. You were panicking as he dug his fingers into your fresh wound. You shouted in pain before you snatched a vase from a seller's table and smashed it on his head. Once he dropped your arm, you made a bolt for an alley that had a small wall leading up to a dirt road. You looked behind you and saw the man stumbling after you. Bouncing back and forth for a moment before you sprinted down the alley and launched yourself up off a crate your hands gripped the rock and climbed up. When you turned around you saw the man after you with his fingers holding onto your ankle. You twisted in his grip and ended smacking your boot right into his temple, knocking him out and dropping back into the alley. You pulled the rest of your body over the ledge.
“Khonshu, he's just a kid.” you heard Marc debate, you looked up and saw him and the boy a few feet from you. You watched as Marc listened to who you could only assume was Khonshu and picked the kid up from the collar of his shirt and took him to the ledge using his scarf to hold him over.
“Where's Harrow?” Marc demanded but the kid stayed quiet. “Where is Harrow!” he yelled. The teens face was hard as stone when he pulled his knife out his pocket.
“Praise Ammit.” he proclaimed, raising his knife.
“Dont!” you and Marc yelled at the same time before he sliced the knife through the thin fabric and fell off the cliff.
You covered your mouth as you gasped in shock watching as Marc just held the scaf in his hand before he dropped it. You watched as Marc yelled at Steven for some reason while you bent down and grabbed a brick. You waited until Marc turned to speak to the empty space in an abandoned car. You knew Khonshu was appearing before you threw the brick. The window shattered on impact you stalked over to the car.
“You stupid fucking bird.” you spat. “That was a child! What did you expect to get from that?” your chest heaved, Marc looked at you in shock before he turned his head.
“What did he say?” you asked, but Marc just shook his head.
“What did he say, Marc?” you bit out.
“He said he was an insignificant human.” he mumbled. You laughed in disbelief.
“Remember you old pigeon, without us insignificant humans you wouldn't be able to be in this realm.” you said, glaring at the car before you turned around and sat on a rock.
“Well, if we can't find Harrow's digging crew, we'll have to stop him another way.” Marc said walking over to you, giving you a once over before he turned to Khonshu.
“What about the other gods,” you asked. “Are they going to sit on the side and allow Ammit to be released?” you watched Marc as he listened to what the god had to say.
“That doesn't sound so bad to me.” Marc said, looking at you. “He said getting an audience with gods means might anger them enough to incase him stone.”
“Sounds like a Christmas miracle to me.” you sighed. “As much as I don't like the bird, you need the armor to stand a chance against Harrow.”
“What do we do then huh? Any ideas?” Marc asked.
“Khonshu?” Marc called out.
“What happened?” you asked, getting up.
“He just disappeared.”
As if on cue, strong wind blew through the air as the sky above you started to darken.
“Holy shit.” you watched in amazement as an eclipse covered the sky making the world around you darken. Marc grabbed your hand and started walking down the steps back into the town's streets.
“That was a bit over the top, don't you think?” Marc asked Khonshu, you tried behind him. “Aren't all the Avatars scattered across the world?”
“It doesn't matter,” you say. “If it's a meeting for the Ennead they can summon you from anywhere with a portal.”
“So, where is mine?” Marc questioned, the sound of rumbling made you and Marc turn around.
“I think we just found it.” you swallowed nervously as you nudged Marc to walk though, your hand on his shoulder as you followed behind him. The long tunnel was pitch black until the very end when it opened into a large room. You gasped in awe.
“My god, we're inside the great Pyramid of Giza.” you whispered.
“Can you and Steven stop geeking out for a second?” Marc huffed as you and Marc walked down the Stairs. One by one you watched gods in their avatars walk through portals. You ignored your shaking hands as you let go of Marc's shoulder to let him walk into the center of the room. You stood off to the side trying to be unnoticed in a room full of powerful beings.
“Khonshu theatrics are unparalleled.” A woman said walking up to Marc, her long black hair complimenting her dark complexion. She was beautiful in every way possible.
“I'm Yatzil, avatar of the goddess of music and love, Hathor.” the woman said, Marc just eyed her suspiciously.
“Cool.”
You wanted to smack Marc for not being respectful but you froze when Hathors avatar announced who was present.
“In Attendance, Hourus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris, and Hathor. To hear the account of Khonshu.” she presented, you watched Marc's eyes glow for a brief second.
“You've been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu. And you know we desire your garishness, your showy mask and weapons.” Osiris spoke, Marc stared at him in confusion. “But manipulate the sky again and we will imprison you in stone.”
“Spare me your self-righteous threats!” Khonshu yelled, Marc's body stiffened. “I was Banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you!” Marc flinched once Khonsu stopped speaking through him.
“We have not abandoned humanity, they abandoned us.” Osiris said. “We simply trust our avatars to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves.
“Avatars are not enough! We need the might of gods or else we'll lose this realm.”
“The avatars that remain here are simply here to observe. We decided long ago we did not wish to meddle in the affairs of man.” Osiris spoke.
“We will decide the best course of judgment and speak your purpose.” Tefnuts' avatar spoke.
“I call for judgment against Arthur Harrow!” Khonshu exclaimed.
“The charges?” Isis asked.
“Conspiracy to release Ammit!” Khonshu shouted, you saw a tear run down his face and it made your stomach twist in knots.
“That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu.” Osiris warned. “Let us summon the accused.”
Rumbling from the earth below made you body shake, you stumbled back once Arthur Harrow came out of a portal right next to you. Marc's gaze went to you but you waved your hand signaling you were fine.
“So, I see by the presence of Khonshis current makeshift avatar and its sidekick, the purposes of our meeting must be nefarious.” Harrow said, you rolled your eyes at the remark.
“You know exactly why we are here!” Khonshu yelled.
“I do not miss the sound of that voice, but speak old master to the point.” Harrow said.
You listen to Khonshu accuse Harrow of attempting to release Ammit but you watched Harrow act oddly calm and collected.
“I was in the desert. But if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the nile.” Harrow pointed at Marc. “Khonshu vision is obscured by jealousy, paranoia, and-”
“A deceiver!” Khonshu shouted, Marc doubled over in exhaustion.
“Do not trust the word of a shamed unhinged god and his unwell servant.” Harrow persuaded.
“What do you mean?”
“This is a man who literally does not know his own name, he has passports under the name Marc Specotr and employment records under the name Steven Grant. He speaks to himself, and threaten himself and I have no idea how many personalities he must possess.” Arthur explained, you slowly moved forward once you saw Marc's eye twitch.
“This man is clearly insane!” Harrow exclaimed, and Marc swung his fist back.
“Marc dont!” you yelled as you jumped forward and grabbed his fist, at the same time Osiris used his powers to yank Marc's arm back and make him kneel, your grip on his arm making you go down with him. You wiped the beads of sweat that gathered on his forehead.
“We will not tolerate violence in this chamber!” Osris yelled.
“If you won't listen to a man who is so called “Insane” and is the avatar of Khonshu, then listen to me!” you shouted. Moving your hands from Marc's arm , you stood up and looked at the gods.
“And who are you?” Osiris asked, you rolled your shoulder back and held his gaze intensely.
“My name is Dr. Y/N L/N and I'm one of the very few who hasn't abandoned the gods,” you said.
“Are you an avatar?” Hathor asked and you shook your head.
“No, I'm not but I have spent the last 15 years of my life reading about your lifes and running exhibitions to return artifacts from your land that were stolen and sold by black markets back to their proper temples.” you explained, you glared at Harrow for a moment.“Which is how I recognized the scarab that leads to Ammits tomb and when Arthur Harrow took it back after Marc had taken it back to stop Harrow's plan.” you pointed an accusatory finger at the old man. “Do not let Arthur Harrow's faux concern about Marc Spectors well-being fool you, it's his sad attempt to shift the focus off himself.”
You took a few steps forward so you were on the first four steps of the stairs leading to Osiris' seat.
“I understand your mistrust towards Kohnshu, but just because his words are coming from a man who just needs some help does not make Marc Spector an unreliable source. If you let Arthur Harrow go and he gets to Ammits ushabti, millions of souls will be judged in the Duat before their time.” you concluded.
“I have no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man, Khonshu is taking advantage of him the same way he abused me and is using Marc Spectors closest friend to make a story that will feed his own goals.” Harrow glanced at you for a moment.
“Take action now before it's too late.”
“Let us speak to Marc Spector.” Horus demanded, crossing his arms and breaking the bind Osiris used on him. Marc tipped forward, breathing heavily as he looked up.
“Are you unwell?’ he asked.
Marc looked around sporadically, his eyes welling with tears and nodded.
“I am, I am unwell. I need help.” He said, his voice cracking at the end. “But that doesn't change the fact this man is…” Marc pointed, but he dropped his head and you heard a small cry come from him.
“This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by khonshu.” Hathor comfated.
“This is not about my feelings! I'm not the one on trial here! This is about how dangerous he is, if you would just listen to us for a second.” Marc begged.
‘He has committed no offense.” Osiris said. “This matter is concluded.” you watched in shock as the gods left their avatars and went through their portals, going their separate ways. Watching Harrow leave as you jogged down the steps to Marc kneeling form, joining him on the floor you lifted his head.
“Are you okay?” You said, Marc shook his head as his eyes opened clearly.
“I'm so sorry, I tried so hard to convince them I really did.” you apologized, how the gods didn't see how dangerous that man was you will never know.
“Marc? Dr. L/n?” Yatzil called, and both of you turned to look at her.
“There is another way.” she said.
You and Marc looked at each other before you helped him up, Yatzil walked the two of you in a secluded place hidden from sight before you talked.
“Ammit was buried in secret, the location hidden even from the gods.” Yatzil explained. “Ammit had many followers so i didn't know who to trust”
“But someone had to know something?” Marc said, Yatzil nodded in agreement.
“One man. A medjay named Senfu. He was tasked with recording the location of the tomb in case the god changed their minds and decided to show mercy. If you find Senfus sarcophagus, you'll find Ammits tomb.”
“Okay, how do we do that?” You asked.
“His sarcophagus was stolen and sold on the balck market, I would start there.” Yatzil seguested. You reached out and shook her hand in thanks.
“Thank you Yatzil, I promise you won't regret telling us this.” you said, smiling at her.
“Hathor was touched about your passion for the gods and your friend, don't let anyone take that from you, Y/n.” Yatzil said before walking away into her portal. You turned to look at Marc and grabbed his hand.
“I need to go looking for Senfus sarcophagus.” Marc said but you shook your head.
“Marc you need rest and so do I, but first thing in the morning we will go look I promise.” you said. Marc looked down at you for a moment as if he was going to argue but he just sighed.
“Yeah okay, first thing tomorrow.” he echoed.
The walk back to your hotel wasn't long, neither of you spoke as well, too tired and uncomfortable from your wounds and the sweat, blood and dirt plastered to your skin. When you walked in the door to your hotel room you and Marc sat on the bed for a moment.
“Let me see your arm.” Marc mumbled, too tired to do anything. You held your arm up to him and let him drag the bloody scarf off, sticky blood making fibers stick to the sensitive skin you winced at the feeling, Marc hummed quietly to himself.
“You definitely need some stitches.” he said before getting up and grabbing his suitcase and pulling out his first aid kit. He came back over to the bed and got his gaze and antiseptic wound spray ready.
“This is gonna sting a little.” he warned.
“I'll consider it a really shitty pregame for the stiches.” you said as Marc gingerly held your arm. You prided yourself at the small laugh you got from him, but it didn't last long as the sting from the spray made you hiss as you curled your hands into fists as he cleaned away the debris in your cut.
He dabbed the wet area dry before he turned and grabbed the needle holder, the needle and some nylon thread.
“You ready?” Marc asked, and you shut eyes tight.
“Yeah I think so.” you whispered.
Marc pushied the point of the needle through the teared skin as fast as possible without messing up the suture. You cringed in your seat as clamped your mouth shut, the sound of your teeth smacking together audible in the otherwise silent room.
“I know sweetheart, you're doing so good just keep breathing yeah?” Marc praised.
“Just talk to me, please? Just distract me.” you begged with tension in your voice.
“Okay, how did you fight like that today? Are you a secret spy or something?” Marc mumbled as he got closer to your arm.
“No,” you scoffed. “I was on a work trip in Greece and stayed late at the place we were cleaning the artifacts we found that day, I ended up getting jumped.” you flinched at the needle pricking your skin again. “When I got home I started going to self defense classes, then it grew to boxing during my free time.”
He pushed the needle through your skin again and you let out a small goran and titled your head back.
“Jeez, When I was getting stabbed by like 30 needles in one go when I got my tattoo it hurt less compared to this single needle.” You joked, Marc smirked a little before he sewed the last suture and tied it off.
“There you go, good as new.” he said leaning back, you raised your arm and looked at his work. You looked over at him and froze when you realized how close your faces were.
“What about you? Any wounds?” you whispered and he shook his head.
“It's mostly bruising, I'll be fine.” he reassured you.
You stared at him in silence for a moment, his face was covered in dried blood and sweat but he somehow managed to look just as beautiful. His curls were puffed out from the dry heat and all you wanted to do was touch it. When you met his eyes again he was looking at you softly.
“Don't look at me like that.” you said, laughing a little.
“Like what?” Marc said, his tone steady and calm. His half lidded eyes watch you with such intensity you stood up from the burn of it. You debated your next words for a moment.
“Like you actually feel the same as me.” you whispered. “Like you love me.” you stared at him as he stood up from his spot and walked over to you.
“What if I do?” he asked, “What if I told you my feelings for you haven't changed?” his hand came up to cup your cheek before he trailed it down until it reached your chest, his thumb rubbing over your tattoo. You let out a shaky sigh and he stills for a moment before he brought both hands back to your face and pressed his forehead to yours.
“Please don't do this to me.” you said, a broken crack at the last syllable giving away your emotional state. “Don't give me hope that things will be different than last time.”
“I love you.” Marc said, and you sucked in a breath at the confession you have waited over decades for. One that has almost been said by you over the phone, in your dreams, and on that god forsaken night Marc left. Did he want this just as much as you?
“I love you too” you breathed out, almost breathless at the whole situation. Marc pulls you in by the back of your neck and smashes your lips together. Your hands went for his hair, fingers carding through the soft curls. It was messy for a moment, teeth clacking together and kisses that trialed of your each other mouths for a second before you got over the intentional shock allowing you bite marcs bottom lip, then smooth the mark over with your tongue. Marc pulled away to kiss down your jaw and neck before finding his way to your collarbone. Kissing the inked covered skin repeatedly.
“I'm sorry, for leaving.” Marc panted as he kissed across your chest. “I should've been with you this whole time, i'm so sorry.” you pulled him away so you can look at him. His hair was wild thanks to your fingers, his pupils blown, and red swollen lips from kissing you.
“It's okay,” you cooed but Marc shook his head. “I'm serious I forgive you Marc.”
You reached down and grabbed the hem of Marcs shirt before you reached for you own shirt, pulling it off.
“Let's shower?” you asked, “then we need to sleep so were ready for tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” he said, before leaning down and kissing you once more.
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New Rules - Finale
pairing: (MAIN) Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader, Jake Lockley x Black Reader
rating: explicit(18+ mdni)
summary: Was at work listening to New Rules by Dua Lipa and it fits the MoonBoys
warnings: Kitchen Sex, Praise Kink, Hair Pulling , Dirty Talk
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One: Don't pick up the phone
You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone
Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again
Three: Don't be his friend
You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'
You and Steven were always friends first. Meeting at the company parties, he would sheepishly go due to Donna’s demand. He would just stay in the corner drinking water and eating all the toasted raviolis. You were on of the art curators for the museum and always seems drawn to him. You quickly became friends despite him missing your planned lunch dates or drink on the weekends. It was okay because you were only friends and who are to be so pressed when you’re only friends. It became a problem once you got together
Not choosing to dwell on the past, you knew that Steven had little involvement in whatever the three kept away from you. So you still find yourself having breakfast with him every other Wednesday despite the break up. You told yourself this would only lead to trouble but it was Steven and you were always sweet on him. Which is why you found yourself in the predicament you’re in now.
“Fuck”, you cried out, fisting Steven’s dark curls. “Steven, please!”
It was a normal morning, the sun was out, sun melting against your brown skin. Steven was his normal bubbly self, ranting about how Donna keeps ordering the Shark plushies when the ocean exploration expo wasn’t until another month. Your breakfast was filled with laughter, banter, and just overall butterflies in each other your stomach. Maybe it was the mimosa you were drinking or the way Steven looked at you when he walked you to your apartment but you couldn’t help but to invite him in.
You both came into the kitchen feigning getting water before he left. A soft touch turned to a kiss, to a heavy make out to him lifting your dress up and feasting on you. Which is how you you found yourself on your kitchen counter, dress hiked up, hands roaming every inch of Steven’s clothed back. He was drilling into you, one hand holding your waist another on your thigh as he pulled you in. You moaned, as he laid soft kisses on your neck which was contrasting the deep strokes he was giving you.
He clung to you moaning your name, “ I missed you baby, I missed you saying my name, I miss this wet pussy too”
“Steven” ,you sobbed, you knew you were close. Steven always had a way of getting you so close so quickly.
He pulled back looking into you eyes, he slowed himself, pumping into you deeper, slower. He was drawing you in.
“ You’re so good love. You look so good taking my cock. You got so pretty for me today didn’t you. You know I love that dress on you. You always please me baby.” Steven whispers , not breaking eye contact. He grabbed you tighter, you knew he was close. You stared into his lust filled brown eyes, locked in his trance.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
You shudder, eyes rolling back as you came, filling Steven following behind you.
You go limp in his arm trembling, from your orgasm as Steven fixes himself. He picks you up knowing how shaky you get after, taking you to the bedroom. He stripped you, then himself and you couldn’t help but to want him to stay. So you pulled him closer, both of you molding into each other like you did in the past. Sighing into each other and falling asleep like no time has past since you’ve been together.
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