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Dresses

Drabble Synopsis: afab!reader feeling dysphoric trying on dresses to attend a friends wedding, supportive Steven as always 🥰

*Could be non-binary or gender fluid reader. Mentions of body dysphoria, embarrassment

Author’s note: lil self indulgence while I’m feeling crummy

Steven didn’t miss much when it came to your anxiety, especially not today. He holds your hand with a firmer grip than usual as you both make your way down the shopping center. “I’m sure you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He says softly “We could find a nice jumper or a pantsuit for their wedding, yeah?”

You gulp down the lump in your throat and shake your head, eyes locked on the ground. “It’s just a dress.”

He steps in-front of you for a moment and lifts your chin, “It’s not just a dress love, not if you’re this nervous.”

Stubbornness flashes as you hold his gaze, “Yes, it is.”

“Alright, lead on.” Steven smiles softly and steps aside, opting to follow quietly beside you. As you both continue on though it’s you who holds his hand a bit tighter.

As soon as the glass doors of the boutique open the strong scent of perfume and slightly too loud music hit your senses. Then came all the colors.

Rack and racks of bright tops, ruffled dresses and sleek gold jewelry line the walls. In the middle sat a small collection of lounge chairs in-front of a large curved mirror.

“Do you want some space love?” He asks softly, nudging your arm to draw your attention.

“Ah, y-yeah.” You nod, hesitantly letting go of his hand and watching as he goes to sit in one of the plush chairs. “Okay, you got this.” You murmur before tentatively thumbing the closest rack of fabrics.

The soft textures calm your nerves, at least these feel like they’ll be comfortable. But as you pull things out the hyper feminine cuts and repeated ruching has your determination wavering.

“Finding everything okay dear?” A short older woman with a small name tag on her pillowy blouse chirps behind you, sending you with a gasp into the brightly colored tops.

“Shit! Sorry yeah ah, Susan, just looking for a dress.“

“Oh silly, the dresses are this way. Come with me!” She takes your arm and pulls you along to the other side of the shop.

Steven watches wide eyed when you pass him. An awkward smile and shrug cross your features as she tugs you along.

“Alright darling let’s see,” she eyes you up and down, “ah yes - with your figure I think these will do nicely.” She pulls dress after dress, laying them across your arms.

After she’s stacked several dresses in your arms she leads you over to one of the few dressing rooms. Steven perks up and looks eagerly at the pile in your grasp. “Feeling ambitious are we?”

“She is,” you chuckle and nod to Susan who’s opened the dressing room door.

“Come now your sweetheart will be right here waiting to see too.” She waves you inside and shuts the door behind you with a quiet click.

Unease creeps in the empty space as you hang up the dresses on the nearby hooks. You take a shuddering breath and glance at your reflection staring opposite you. “You got this.” The quiet reassurance feels hollow now that it’s actually time to try things on. How could fabric be so, unnerving…

You undress with your back to the mirror. Tossing the first dress overhead, pulling it down to about where you think it should be before turning to face your own reflection.

“Ohh, okay.” You gulp

“How it going? Ready to show and tell?” Susan’s voice lilts through the tight slats in the door.

“Ah,” you hum and glance down, heat rising to your face as you realize just how much cleavage this dress accentuates.

“Come now your beau is waiting!”

“Alright.” You step out, and Steven’s face says it all. A wash of pink creeps up his neck and paints his cheeks.

“Oh wow…” he moves to stand only to sit and cross his legs with a chuckle “You look, great.”

As you step out in-front of the multi angled full body mirror everything you usually de-emphasis is on full display. And while Steven is all too excited to see your assists flaunted in the flowey fabric your fretful movements and expression have him quickly losing his enthusiasm.

“But I mean, let’s see the rest yeah?” He urges, snapping you out of your whirling doubt long enough so you can make it into the privacy of the dressing room.

You yank the dress over your head and pull over the next. The neckline isn’t nearly as revealing but it clings closer to your curves. From the front it isn’t awful though. You poke your head out and step infront of the faceted mirror again. “This one isn’t bad I think?”

As you turn to get Stevens reaction his expression is wide eyed and that blush has deepened a shade. “Yeah ah, did you look at the back?”

You turn, turmoil roils in your belly and sends you speed walking back safety. As you press your forehead against the dressing room door the image flashes in your mind, ruching down the back went all the way down the cleft of another asset you weren’t looking to highlight.

Quicker than the last you yank the dress off, losing your footing and stumbling. A loud thud resounds in the silence as your head connects with the wall.

“Sweetheart?” Steven calls softly from the other side. “Can you let me in?”

You stifle your sniffles as tears prick your eyes from the ache in your head. You crack the door open just enough for him to come inside and close it quickly behind him.

Stevens expression softens as he sees the frustration and embarrassment carved into your features. “Shhh come here love.” He murmurs, pulling you into a tight embrace.

He nuzzles against your hair, peppering kisses across your temple. “I just - this shouldn’t be so hard…” you whimper into his shoulder, returning his hug with a tight embrace of your own.

“I know, it’s okay.” He coos, “we can leave when you’re ready.”

“Can I- try one more? Just in here, with you.” You murmur.

“Sweetheart we can do whatever you’d like.” He tightens his grip a moment before taking a step back to better read your expression. “Which one.”

You turn, glancing over the remaining dressing to pull one out. The soft emerald velvet brushes against your fingertips, “This one, I think.”

As you turn back to him Stevens sat in the chair in the corner, legs crossed once again and the deep blush returning to pepper his cheeks. “Sorry love, you are in your underwear.” He chuckles and nods to your hands. “That one looks nice.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, shimmying the soft fabric over your head and into place across your body.

The deep green fabric falls into place, a faux turtle neckline, chest completely covered and somehow even de-emphasized a bit. Hope rises in your eyes as you admire how the cut makes your shoulders look a little wider, how it shows some curves but the rich, deep color make it hard to highlight anything but a strong silhouette.

A soft sigh from behind you has you meeting Steven’s gaze in the mirror, “You look incredible. And - well-“

“I look like me, I think.” You murmur. “Could use a jacket for when it’s cold, or a shawl,”

“Or me,” He says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around your middle and appreciates the sight of you.

“Cheeky,” you lean back and peck his cheek before turning in his arms, “but yes, I will be keeping you close I suppose.”

“You suppose?” He pokes your sides a bit as he nuzzles into your neck. “You better.”

“I promise.” You smirk, “but we have another difficult task today…” Steven leans back and looks at you quizzically. You sigh and press your forehead against his, “Shoes.”

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boredzillenial · 1 month ago

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I just wanted to say thank you to the now 300 folks who care enough to follow 🥰

I’ve got so many drafts but life unfortunately keeps getting in the way. I will continue to post as much as I can handle and of course RB friends and others who I love and I think y’all will too whether it be artists or writers!

As always, inbox is open for tomfoolery low effort asks (headcannons, drabbles, etc).

#thank you for following me #author update

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boredzillenial · 1 month ago

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Is this new food?!?!?

Oscar Isaac

#I AM looking at that ass #surviving off crumbs

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boredzillenial · 1 month ago

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Have I found my people?!

The way this man affects me is genuinely concerning

#peep the pfp 😅#blue jones #sucker punch

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boredzillenial · 1 month ago

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Marc Spector is Bi

Steven Grant is Demi

Jake “a hole is a hole” Lockley is Pan

You can not convince me all three moon knight alters are straight

Marc is a disaster bi

Steven is sooo deep in the gay ace closet he’s tasting mothballs and wondering why

And yeah okay Jake is straight but his boyfriend’s girlfriend isn’t

Propaganda under cut

Marc is married to a woman, but a. bisexual lighting and b. we’ve seen very little of his life before meeting her and almost none where he wasn’t in crisis. I’m not saying depressed people more often swing both ways buuut uhhhhh

Steven goes on a date with a woman very gentlemanly like, almost a little too much so. Especially considering he didn’t even ask her out or know about it till last minute. It feels a little performative and his innocent acceptance feels more like desperation for connection than actual romantic interest. I also think some heart eyes and a kiss he initially pulls away from with Layla supports this: there for the connection, forcing the romantic part, may have some attraction to the opposite sex, may not

Jake flirts notoriously, was likely the one who asked the woman Steven went on a date with out and I hardly think that wouldn’t be for all if not most genders

#I have spoken #moon knight #moon knight headcanon #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #mcu fandom

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boredzillenial · 1 month ago

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GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE FFS

🫣

#not my art #YOU ARE SO TALENTED #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley

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boredzillenial · 2 months ago

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Tiddies, tummy , be still my heart 🫠

mmm... steven...

#moon knight #steven grant #so so good!!!

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boredzillenial · 2 months ago

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Ohhhhh Rally you done-did it now

victor frankenstein- a beginning

Summary: You’d grown up with Victor, but you hardly recognize the man who returns to Geneva. Everyone had expected him to marry his “cousin” but she’d chosen another. Now that he’s back, you wonder why his laboratory is so secret, and how you might share a life with Victor and his impossible work.

(18+, tbh the smut isn’t until like 2.7k into this sorry, fem reader, oral fem receiving, sex, marriage, ~4k)

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Thick sideburns and curly hair. The haughty, intellectual tilt of his chin. Not to mention his clothes (he was as done-up as a woman out for a promenade in search of a suitor, laced into his vest like that). This is not the Victor Frankenstein who was your childhood playmate.

He’s coming down the path to the small clearing that borders your father’s land and his father’s land.

You’d give anything to have spotted him a few seconds sooner so you could’ve avoided him. He’s walking faster though, his hand raised in greeting. Too late.

Pasting on a polite expression, you walk serenely forward to greet him.

He bows deeply, a smile on his handsome face. “Dear girl, it’s been years. Please, you’re so grown now, and quite as lovely as Elizabeth wrote you were, in her letters to me.”

You give him a suspicious look. “It’s presumptuous of you to speak of our mutual friend. If I’d been destined to marry a woman, and had given her up for my own noble pursuits, I’m not sure I’d be so quick to mention it.”

Victor looks distressed. It highlights the changes in his face. His skin is a bit tan from wandering the forests and paddling on the lake. His dark eyes always sparked with curiosity, but there’s a depth to them now. Manhood looks very good on him.

“I apologize,” he says. “I thought Elizabeth was very happy to be the wife of another, to live nearby and be a friend to me, and to all.”

Your heart pangs with regret. You’d always been one to speak too quickly. “Elizabeth is very happy in her marriage. I’m the one who should apologize. You were never formally engaged. We all just thought…”

You’d held a grudge on behalf of Elizabeth. It was your right, as her friend. Still, Victor wasn’t wrong. She’s much better off now, married to a well-to-do man who treated her like the sun and stars.

Victor nods. It highlights the shiny, black curls on his head. “If it had been destiny, as you first said, then Elizabeth and I would be man and wife now. Yet, I’ve just been to breakfast at her estate. She’s very much at home there. Close enough to see my brothers and father every day. Her husband dotes on her. Everything she deserves.”

There’s a hint of wistfulness in Victor’s voice, but it does look like he means every word he says.

Elizabeth and Victor were cousins of a sort, both raised with Victor’s parents at their large house here in Geneva. It had been Victor’s late mother’s wish the two marry, but the years went on and Victor went away to school and then traveled. And traveled.

Elizabeth was sure his heart belonged to his studies alone.

One spring, the estate down the road, empty when you were young, received a new generation. A young man who had instantly fallen in love with Elizabeth. Most men did. There wasn’t a kinder, gentler heart in all of the civilized world.

Mr. Frankenstein had written to Victor, who you’d heard had been nothing but supportive of Elizabeth’s match. She’d been married a few months ago.

“Elizabeth said you’re not yet married,” Victor says as he falls in step next to you.

You pause. “You don’t need to walk with me, I was just heading home.”

Victor glances around. “You never know what lurks in the woods. And anyway, I was walking from your house. I was looking for you.”

A moment of tension blooms between you. His eyes are deep and dark. Thick, black brows frame the top and impossibly long lashes fringe out. That a man should have beautiful eyes like this is quite unnecessary.

“Looking for me? Whatever for?” you ask.

“As I said, Elizabeth said you’re not yet married,” Victor says.

“Yes, but that’s nothing to do with you.”

A laugh barks out of Victor’s lips and you realize what he meant.

Victor Frankenstein? Who spent all his time in those dusty old books, and the rest strictly devoted to his family and best friend? Who’d become the darling of his university? Then spent all the years afterward gallivanting about the world? Interested in you?

You resume your walk, unsure what to say.

“Ah, the way is a bit wet from the rain up here. Please, take my arm,” he says, holding his arm out.

Reluctantly, you do. It’s a tiny puddle, barely even on the path. Victor guides you around it, keeping your arm tucked around his afterward.

“How long are you staying this time?” you ask him.

He shrugs gracefully. “As long as you can stand to have me underfoot,” he grins.

“Ah, well, you’d better run home and pack, then. You can still catch the evening train into France,” you joke.

The fading light warms the green forest, throwing light and shadow over you and Victor. It’s cooling rapidly, but this close to him, you stay warm.

“This is unforgivably rude,” Victor says, his steps slowing as if to prolong the walk, “but why has some lucky gentleman not laid claim to you yet?”

You concentrate on keeping your eyes straight ahead. “Your question is no ruder than walking alone with me like this.”

“And will you answer?”

I slight sigh escapes you. “Most men are tiresome. Sometimes, it seems a lofty goal to want a man who can make a decent, intelligent conversation. I’m sorry my words are unfocused. I should have a good answer. My family asks often enough. They think I’m waiting for a truly great man, and that it’s arrogant of me to do so.”

“You require more than average, and I mean that as a compliment,” Victor says. “It’s something we have in common. Though, I wouldn’t describe myself as good company.”

You turn your head slightly to him. His profile is thoughtful.

“How would you describe yourself?” you ask.

His eyebrows raise in a funny expression. “Where would I begin to catalog my shortcomings? I’d like to tell you my virtues, but I’m no liar. Let me put it this way, if I were a wine, people would take a sip, call it too complex, too abnormal, and set the rest of the glass aside.”

“Cabernet Frankenstein. Notes of oak, sideburns, and selfish decisions,” you muse.

“Exactly so,” Victor smiles, looking self-conscious.

A fallen branch across the path stops you. You bend to pick it up, but Victor beats you to it, tossing it aside with a wince.

“Are you alright?” you ask, a hand on his arm.

“A bit of a back ache. It’s why my vest is laced like a corset.”

“Not vanity then?” A smile touches your lips.

“Believe it or not, no.” He takes your hand in his. “My study has brought with it some manual labors. Sometimes I think my body is telling me not to pursue them. It’s why I came home, actually.”

“Your father said you’ve taken over the attic for a laboratory.”

Victor’s smile fades. “Yes, though not all of my equipment has arrived from Ingolstadt yet.”

“Once it does, do you mean to shut yourself away? Will we see very little of you?”

He studies your hand, tracing his fingers over the veins on the back, rubbing the skin as if relishing the warmth and elasticity.

“You will see me, if you wish,” Victor says. “You would be a welcome diversion.”

You see the tip of his tongue wet his lips and you think, hope, that he’ll kiss your hand. Instead, he wraps it back around his arm and resumes walking.

“If I may speak to you in strictest confidence?” Victor asks, his eyes almost pleading with you.

The woods are silent and still, a breeze rustling through the trees. It blows your skirts and quiets the birdsong.

Victor takes both of your hands. “I love Elizabeth as you do, as a dear heart and a faithful friend. If I had come home earlier, we would’ve been compelled to marry. I didn’t want that. I confess, I’ve avoided it for years. I’d always had my pitiful heart set on someone else. Now, Elizabeth is settled down in the arms of a true love. Freeing mine, I hope, to embrace another woman. But, if I were her, I wouldn’t have me.”

“Why not?” you ask, taking a step closer to him, too close to be appropriate, but he has such a strange look.

His hand suddenly comes up, cradling your face. “You don’t know what I’ve done. Or, what I’m close to doing, rather. You’re, perhaps, the only person who could understand, though. Your mind is as capable as mine, but your heart is still good.”

“Victor,” your hand raises to cover his, “what have you done?”

His gaze skitters away from yours. “If man is created in God’s image, then I’ve taken it to an unforgivable extreme. Allow me to call on you at your home, and your mother can sit with us to keep appearances. But, if you take a walk in the evening, do so alone, and we can speak freely. I’ll tell you all.”

*****

You think Victor is insane at first.

Brilliant.

Evil.

The greatest talent in humanity’s history.

He’s as selfish as you’d always thought, so consumed with succeeding that he’d stopped considering whether this should be done at all.

And you love him.

During nightly walks for a week, he’s showed you his journals. Recounted to you the ghastly project that’s become his life’s work.

Creating life from whatever pieces he can scavenge from death’s hands.

“Why must men always think themselves equal to God?” you ask Victor tightly when he’s finished his story.

“I don’t,” Victor retorts.

“You do. You must give this up.”

Victor stalks a few steps ahead of you, then turns around and stalks back. “You know I can’t. With your daily company, though, I believe good can still come of this.“

You cut him off with a sharp laugh. “Never. Stealing dead bodies? Sewing parts together like pieces of a dress pattern? And why did you have to begin with a person? Why not a lower creature? You’re so arrogant, it’s outrageous.”

“And you’re beautiful when you’re angry. You take my breath away.” Victor takes your hands and presses your knuckles to his lips.

“Oh stop,” you scold him, but don’t pull back.

He kisses each of your knuckles in turn, murmuring over them. “Let me speak with your father.”

You can’t help the smile that cracks your face. “I said, stop,” you say unconvincingly.

“You don’t want me to. You wouldn’t have met me all of these evenings, unchaperoned and vulnerable, if you had no feelings for me,” Victor says.

“I have feelings for you, but you’ll be hard pressed to convince me to marry a man who’s primary interest isn’t my body, but rather, creating one of his own in a laboratory, in the attic of his family’s home.”

Victor chuckles. “Perhaps if I had access to your body, I’d be less inclined to make one myself.”

“You’re mad,” you tease him.

“Madly in love with you, yes.”

Quiet for a few seconds, both of you lost in thought, Victor finally wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you close.

A gentleman wouldn’t dare. You weren’t even engaged. After all he’d told you though, Victor no longer concerns himself with gentlemanly behaviors.

He leans in to kiss you and you meet him halfway. He’s very good at it. You can feel his want as he gently sucks your bottom lip. The slight brush of his tongue isn’t fooling you. He does it on purpose.

Now, in the waning light, he’s no longer clean-shaven and his scruff feels seductive and rough against your skin.

“Victor,” you say, trying to stop him from kissing you further, but not actually wanting him to stop. “Victor, I’ll only marry you if you promise me one thing.”

His forehead rests on yours, his breath hot on your lips. “What is it?”

“No, you must agree first, then I’ll tell you.”

He stands straighter. “An unusual bargain.”

“Am I not worth it?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Of course,” he says quickly. “You’re an intelligent, rational woman. I know you won’t ask for anything impossible.”

“You’re in the business of impossible, aren’t you?” You counter, knowing he’s trying to get out of it already.

He nods reluctantly. “Ask whatever you wish, my dear. I agree.”

Your lips part to speak, but you can’t bring yourself to make rational demands. Stop trying to make life from death. Stop this madness. Leave the dead to their peace.

“Never keep a secret from me,” you say instead. “Whatever you must do, you’ll tell me. I can’t promise to help, or to wish you success, but I won’t be kept in the dark.”

To his credit, Victor thinks it over. “Since I’ve already agreed, I’ll say only this,” he squeezes your waist, “there will be nights when even a long, hot bath won’t wash the smell of death from my skin. The dirt under my nails will be from graveyards. My muscles will ache from carrying dead weight to the attic. But I will love you. With everything I am.”

“I love you too,” you trace your fingers down his thick sideburns, over his jaw. “I’m not marrying you to be your moral compass. You know what you’re doing is wrong. Just as I know that I can’t stop you.”

“But you will marry me regardless?” Victor asks hopefully.

You nod and Victor wraps his arms around you, lifting you onto your toes. He laughs with his entire body, kissing your face.

It had always been your dream to marry a genius. Perhaps you should’ve been more careful what you wished for.

*****

Victor agrees to hold off on his grisly work until after the wedding.

Partly because he can’t really continue until his equipment arrives, partly because he’s setting up a small home on his family’s property for you both to live.

He’s made no mention of his scientific endeavors moving from the larger, family home into your new one. He says his work will be safe enough from his father and two younger brothers. What Victor plans is now a secret between only the two of you.

The wedding itself is beautiful, everything you’d ever hoped.

Victor is the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

As he escorts you into your new home for the first time, your smile catches, freezes, as you look down at his hand, a smudge of dirt under his nailbed.

“Victor, you promised,” you say softly.

He rubs the dirt away. “I’ve kept it. Only, I’ve still been digging around. It’s not what you think. Come, look.”

Victor pulls you through the house and out the back door, to a sunny little garden. The last time you’d seen it, the flower gardens had been bare. The sizeable shed that was meant to hold gardening things was empty.

Now, it looks… well… the flowers are haphazard to put it kindly. They’re planted in chaos, but that they’re planted at all warms your heart.

You laugh, looking at a group of very droopy violets near a small metal table perfect for two.

“I stole the plants from your mother’s garden. Thought you might like them,” Victor scratches his hand through his curly hair. “Honestly, making life out of body parts is easier than this. I can’t figure out why they all look so sad.”

“Well, they need water and care, Victor. Extra attention.”

“Extra attention,” he scoffs. “Mother nature will take care of them, I’m sure.”

“You’re right,” you say sarcastically. “We wouldn’t want to make mother nature cross by meddling in her business, right?”

Victor’s lips twitch. “I’ll have the servant water them tomorrow.”

“No, the garden will be mine to care for. I don’t want anyone to intrude on our new life yet,” you pull on his slim waist, drawing him closer for a kiss.

He makes a low sound in his throat as he does, his tongue pushing its way past your lips. His hands grab into your bottom. He grinds lightly against you.

“Let’s go upstairs. I’ve pictured you naked every night for weeks now. I’ve rubbed myself raw thinking of your mouth and tits, not to mention between your thighs.”

“Victor,” you scold him.

“We’re married now, I can speak about my wife as I wish,” he says proudly. “And what I’d like is to lick at you until you scream for me.”

You laugh, the sound fills the garden and soon, Victor is laughing with you.

It’s idyllic. Like nothing is wrong, or could ever be wrong. Probably a perfect first day of marriage.

Then, Victor settles his beautiful curly head between your legs and you’re absolutely sure it’s perfect.

Your hips are lifted on a pillow, presented to him like a gift. He buries his hot mouth on you. He makes you so wet and then licks it up like its the most sought-after delicacy in the world. No part of you down there goes untasted by him.

Victor hadn’t even taken the time to undress. He only half unbuttoned his shirt before he’d gotten too impatient and gave up.

He hums in appreciation, groans in ecstasy, thrusting against the mattress as he feasts on you. You can do nothing but arch and moan, fistfuls of sheets in your hands until you’re a shaking, weak mess for him.

Only then does he fully take off his clothes and sheathe himself inside of you. It’s uncomfortable at first, but Victor takes care with you.

In a split second of clarity, as he pushes in and out, his fingers working your sensitive clit with surgical precision, his eyes almost frenzied as he watches you come, you think of what his hands have done.

To love this man is to love his work. It might be mad. It’s definitely wrong.

You’d always known Victor’s heart was a labyrinth of secrets. But he’d always loved you. God help you, you’d always loved him too.

He kisses you deeply, his hips pressing desperately against yours, like he wants to seat himself into your body forever. Your back arching, voice moaning his name, Victor shudders on top of you, spilling his seed. His lips tremble and his hands, those clever hands, hold onto you so tightly you’re sure his fingerprints are etched into your skin.

You feel him dripping out of you before he even softens. He stays stuffed inside of you and you never want him to leave. He lies on you heavily, but peppers your face with soft kisses.

“I love you so very much.” Victor’s voice is full of emotion. He props himself up on his forearms so as not to crush you. He smiles, his eyes clearer now that the haze of lust has cleared. “You look quite alluring like this, Mrs. Frankenstein.”

“Do I? Because I feel a mess,” you laugh.

“But it was good, yes?” he asks, almost hopefully. “It didn’t hurt too much? I wasn’t too rough?”

“Oh Victor, it was perfect.” You pull on his sideburns, bringing his face down to kiss him.

“I’ll be loathe to keep my hands off of you,” he says earnestly. “If you would allow me, though, I was planning to get up early tomorrow. Back to business. ”

Victor rolls off of you carefully, his eyes avoiding yours. He stares emptily at the ceiling, lost in thought. You feel a pang in your heart.

“About that,” you say carefully.

A quiet sigh escapes him. “I won’t hide anything, like you asked, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll spare you every detail. I know you don’t approve and it wounds me that I have to put you through this at all.”

You sit up, looking down at his worried face. “Now that we’re married, I think of your work differently.”

Victor looks stricken. Almost sick. Like you’re going to make him choose between you and his experiments.

“No, my love, please listen,” you reassure him. “Your equipment arrived, but it’s still in boxes. Tomorrow, we should move the laboratory into the gardening shed here at the house.”

“So close?” Victor says reluctantly.

“I’d like to help you,” you say.

Victor’s eyes narrow. “I could never ask you to do that. You’re too pure to be so near death.”

“But your work isn’t about death, is it? It’s about life. Creating life. Which, as far as I know, is primarily what a husband and wife should do together.” You touch your pointer finger to his nose.

“You’re too clever,” Victor says with a soft smirk. “You know I respect your brilliance as much as my own. It isn’t that I think you’re not capable.”

“Then let me help you,” you insist.

His hand traces your face and neck, your shoulder, down your breast. He licks his lips. His hooded eyes take you in, considering. His long lashes blink.

“I do not deserve you,” he says.

“Perhaps not, but humility has never been your strongest quality. You’re a genius. It’s part of why I love you.”

“Ah, and here I thought you loved me because of my nimble tongue,” Victor raises an eyebrow.

Your cheeks warm. Not just from the memory of his mouth on you, something you hadn’t even known men did at all. But also from the anticipation that there would be many such times as this. Tired from loving each other, speaking as equals. An idyllic life, even with the shadow of his work looming overhead.

“Very well,” Victor says finally. “I promised to share myself with you in every way, and I shall.”

Your heartbeat quickens. A trickle of fear settles over you.

Not fear of the work itself.

No, the fear that maybe, this is why you and Victor are so well matched. Both of you mad, in the same way.

It’s too late now to go back. There’s a new light in Victor’s eyes.

“I know today is the first day of our marriage and therefore, the start of our new life together,” Victor says. “But tomorrow is also a beginning. Tomorrow, we’ll start something no one’s ever done. Our days and night spent always together. We’ll think as we wish, do as we wish, love as we wish.”

You feel Victor’s excitement in how his body hardens again. He pulls you on top of him, guiding you. From this angle, you can almost take your pleasure at will from him. Victor lets your hips glide over his. His hands are everywhere on your body.

This time, you don’t think of awful things his hands have touched. You think only about the skill he has with your body, and with any body he works with. That if he’s this good at touching you, getting your body to shake and orgasm, then you can’t wait to see him in his laboratory.

Victor pulls you down to kiss him as you ride his cock faster. You clench around him, driving both of you toward ecstasy as his hands cup your ass, encouraging you.

It was meant to be this way, you’re sure.

You and Victor, making something new together. Something impossible and unique. No consequences. No doubts. Nothing to hide between you.

Creating life, as a newlywed couple should, though not in the traditional way. Passion and intellect are why you and Victor are perfect for each other. It isn’t madness. It’s love.

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AHHHHHHH LOOK SOME CRUMBS

Moon Knight: Deleted Scene “Don’t Go There”.

#moon knight #marvel #deleted scene #Marc Spector #layla el faouly

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boredzillenial · 2 months ago

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Always love your replies with all the photos 🤣 thank you for the love on this!

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#fanfic #king john #marc(h) madness #thank you for the rb!

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In honor of Pride month below is a collection of my Queer Writing!

🍏 SFW. 🍑 NSFW themes.

🍌Straight up NSFW

Non-Binary!reader

🍌Bathhouse with Orestes (afab)

🍏Dress Dysphoria (afab)

Gay m!reader

🍑King John Wrestling Ficlet (NSFW themes)

Gender Not Specified Reader

🍑 Sexting with Anselm

🍏Crush Confession with Miguel O’Hara

🍏Run in with the Giftshoppest Steven Grant

🍏Sickfic Drabbles with Marc Spector

🍏Silly Comfort Ficlet with Marc Spector

🍑 Miguel O’Hara X MoonBois Headcannons

🍌Dom!Poe

🍌Poe’s Edging/ruined O

🍏Sub!William Tell

🍏Jonathan Levy Angst

🍌Richard Muñoz Voyerism

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #miguel o'hara #richard munoz #oscar isaac characters #queer fanfiction

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Ohhhhhh it’s on the noggin so maybe! Pride month is not too far away 😉

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Woof - this man - hngggg

His grace decides he wants to train, and you are bound by oath to oblige.

Themes: m!reader (described as similar size to the king), wrestling, NSFW elements at the end

It’s dawn in a secluded rear courtyard, and the king has asked for your assistance. He’s become, fixated, on being more of a warrior. Upon hearing your tales and victories from the others in his guard you’ve been hand selected to assist him with this venture. But you knew, this could not end well.

Either you try to teach, he disregards and you best him. Or worse, you teach, he listens, and now you’re the kings personal tutor. Set to be at his disposal whenever the mood strikes him. Unfortunately, John’s moods were unpredictable at best. “Your Grace, I don’t think,”

“Good, because that’s not what you’re here for.” John snaps as he turns to you. “You are here, because I decided to keep you for my kingsguard. Despite your,” his gaze raked over you from head to toe, “shortcomings.”

And there it was again. He wouldn’t be the first to diminish your victories and prowess based on the simple fact you were on the shorter side. It took everything in you not chuckle under your breath at the thought though as the king was not much taller than you. You hold the laughter but apparently not the smirk curling the edge of your lips. “Something funny, knight?”

Quickly you straighten and hold his gaze. “No, your grace.” You nod. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Of course.” He tuts, dropping his thick, fur lined robe to reveal a lean torso, simple black breeches and matching shoes. A little too fancy than what you would’ve recommended for grappling but, you doubt he would’ve listened even if you had warned him. “Come then, quit lollygagging.” He smirks, stepping into the bare patch of ground the keepers cleared the evening prior.

“Your Grace, I’d suggest we stretch first and go over some basic-“

His eyes roll dramatically and a loud sigh send a puff of chilled morning air your direction. “Is that really necessary?”

You steal your resolve and lock eyes with him, dropping your tone flat, “Yes, it is.”

John briskly closes the open ground between you both, nearly brushing your chest with his own. “Watch your tongue, or I may mistake your instruction for impudence…” He seethes, his own voice like an icy bath to your determination. The heady scent of oils wafting from his hair and skin only adds a confusing heat to your senses.

You avert your gaze and take a step back in an attempt to regain your focus, “Apologies, your grace. We’ll begin as you wish.”

The king looks down his nose at you, “We will begin in the ring, where else?” He snorts, striding to the other side and eyeing you. “First to be pinned then?”

“As you command.” You nod, shrugging off your worn surcoat to reveal your plain, looser fitting garments. Things you didn’t mind getting dirty or torn during something like this.

“Come on then,” John came forward, crouching a bit and holding his arms out wide as if he thought you’d run past him.

You move carefully, shivering slightly from the morning chill and pushing past the stiffness in your muscles. John smirks as he notices the shivers and mock lunges, you react on instinct jumping back to stay out of his reach.

“Don’t bore your King.” He taunts.

“As you wish.” You growl under your breath, leaping and wrapping your arms around his legs. In an instant you’ve got him on his back, shifting and leveraging your weight as you pin him with your knee on his chest.

For a moment, the scene below you stops your heart. John, on his back in the dirt, a blush dusting his face and mouth slightly agape. However, his icy blue eyes are more difficult to decipher. It’s not until his lips twist to a snarl that your stomach drops, “Off!” He snaps.

You stand, offering your hand to help him up but he slaps it away indignantly. His eyes never leave yours as he stands and dusts himself off. You await his wrath, would he assign you the some disgusting task? Exile you? Take your head?

“Show me how you did that.” He huffs.

Blinking away your disbelief you nod. Slowly instructing him how to unbalance someone, twist the body and gain the advantage. “Now try.” You step back, and ready yourself.

His attempt is sloppy, not going quite low enough to knock you off balance but he surprises you with the strength he shows shoving you into the dust. The pressure of his weight on your chest and the more honest grin on his face send your heart racing beneath him. You deduce his must be feeling the same judging by the strain in his breeches. “How was my technique?” He purrs. You lay there, huffing and confused, until his hand glides down to grip your own semihard length. “That good huh?”

Heat flares in your chest and you quickly shove him off and stand, brushing yourself off and adding some distance between you. “That’s a - that’s enough for today’s lesson your grace.”

The king stands slowly, eyes taking over your form with a smirk. “I agree, that’s plenty for today…” You stiffen as he approaches and places a firm squeeze to your shoulder “I’ll see you at dawn tomorrow.”

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