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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Wash Day With The Moonknight Boys

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None, if it wasn't obvious these are self indulgent fluff PALACES

Genre: fluff

Summary: What wash day is like when the moonknight boys drop by for a visit

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You toss the last bit of hair into your wastebin as you finish taking down your braids.

"Hey, y/n, where are ya sweetheart?" You hear from your living room. Oh. You didn't even hear the sliding door to your balcony open. Apparently your one of your boyfriends is getting much better at sneaking in. It was Marc's voice shouting for you but it's equally likely that Jake had gotten in for him.

"Bedroom!" You shout back, pausing the series you started to get through taking out your hair.

"What're you doing babe?" Marc leans against your doorframe.

"It's wash day so- I just finished taking down my braids." You say standing from the floor to greet him with a kiss.

"Wash day, huh?" He hums.

"Yeah, what brings you by?" You ask.

"Nothing specific, we just missed you. Hope we're not inconveniencing you too much."

"You're never inconveniencing me, don't be ridiculous. Hi Steven, hi Jake, by the way."

"Hello love." Steven smiles quickly.

"You guys are so much better at switching these days." You muse.

"It helps that we aren't hiding from each other anymore. Hello mi vida." Jake shrugs with a lazy smirk.

"Yeah that might help." You giggle.

"So, reinita, what're your plans for the evening? Just washing your hair?" Jake asks.

"Well, that alone is going to take an hour, but I do also have to do something after so that it's manageable tomorrow."

"Are you braiding it again?" Steven's back now, always the most inquisitive.

"Not in the immediate future. I think I'll wear it out for a bit." You shrug.

"Really?"

"Yes lovely."

"Mm I love when you wear your hair out." Marc hums.

"I didn't realize you've seen my hair out?" You frown.

"You know just because you didn't meet me right away doesn't mean I didn't see you before you knew about us."

"I mean I know but in the beginning I hardly wore it out even around Steven. I think I had braids when we met."

"You did." He nods. "I'd like to backtrack though, you said washing your hair takes an hour?"

"Yes."

"Wait how long do the braids take then?"

"To put in or take out?" You laugh.

"Both?"

"Depends on the style. The braids I just had take like 5 hours to put in by myself on a good day and maybe 4 to take out because I can cut them and do much less unbraiding than braiding. But of course that's if I don't get distracted or hungry. Usually I just dedicate a whole day to anything hair related." You shrug.

"Oh- do you just always plan it around whenever we're occupied with Khonshu?"

"No actually that's usually just coincidence, but I do try to make sure we're not supposed to have plans that day. Like today."

"We're really sorry-"

"Don't apologize Steven. I already said you weren't a bother. I love that you all came to surprise me. I just have to wash my hair first then we can order food and watch a movie once I've finished." You say.

"Wait what should I do while you wash your hair?" Steven asks.

"Uh I got some new books on the shelf if you wanna check them out. Or you could watch something, I'm not sure Steven there's 3 of you I'd hope you can manage the hour my love." You chuckle.

"We can manage he's just clingy my vida." Jake rolls his eyes.

"Be nice now Jakey, I love Steven just as he is. Don't make him feel bad about it." You nudge him grabbing a spare t-shirt and your wide tooth comb.

"Sure thing. See you in an hour. Should I order food?"

"We'll wait to order since I'll be a while." You step into the bathroom. You take several minutes to soak your hair before you shampoo. After massaging your scalp for a while, you rinse it out. You cut the water off and put conditioner in your hair. You hear a knock on the bathroom door once you start working through your hair with a comb.

"Are you done love?" Steven's voice is muffled through the door and you giggle.

"No, not yet. I did say I'd be a while lovely." You tell him.

"I know but I was grabbing a phone charger from your room and I heard the water stop."

"Yeah- because I'm about to spend at least 30 minutes detangling it and if I kept the water on it would surely go cold before I get out." You explain. You hear the door crack open before he speaks again.

"Thirty minutes?! That's so long to just stand in silence."

"Well usually I listen to music while I wash my hair but I didn't bring my speaker today so I was probably just going to sing or something."

"Did you want company?"

"You want to sit in the bathroom while I detangle my hair?" You stop detangling for a second to look towards him even though you can't see him through the shower curtain.

"Only if you'd like, to help pass the time, you know? I can talk about our assignment for Khonshu last night, or work today, or the book I've been reading lately. I can also grab your speaker if you'd rather just-"

"You can stay Steven. Come on in baby." You say with a smile. Marc and Jake make fun of him for being clingy but you actually think his tendencies are cute. Even if it means he wants to hang with you while you wash your hair. It's endearing, even if he won't outwardly say it, that he wants to be close to you at all times.

"What should I talk about then?"

"You had a mission for Khonshu yesterday?"

"Yes, I was off work and Jake was bored so, ended up basically running an errand."

"Was it interesting at all?" You ask.

"More interesting than doing nothing but as far as missions for him go, it was very tame." Steven says.

"I hope that silly old bird is being nice to you all." You hum.

"He's not any worse than he's ever been. Still a cranky old deity." He laughs.

"Well tell me about this errand Jake had to run." You tell him. Steven launches in a retelling of their latest Khonshu mission while you finish detangling your hair.

"I'm turning the shower back on but keep talking baby." You tell him once you're finished taking knots out of your hair and scrubbing your skin with bodywash.

"Oh- has it been a half hour already?" Steven asks.

"Probably. I mean I did start before you came in here but I only know how much time I've been in here when I have music to mark the passage of time." You say rinsing first your body and then your hair. When you finally push back the shower curtain and grab your towel Steven is smiling at you.

"Hi." He says.

"Hello, I'd ask if you miss me but, you were in here for half the time I was here." You giggle, tying your t-shirt around your hair to dry yourself off.

"I didn't realize how much effort goes into your hair." Steven tells you.

"I don't usually talk about it. It's never really comes up, but I mean if you have any questions you can ask." You say leaving the bathroom. Steven follows you to your room.

"I don't have anything to ask right now but I'll keep that in mind. Should we order food now?"

"Sure, what do you want?" You ask putting on lotion and looking for clothes. You throw on a pair of shorts and one of your hoodies before Steven answers. "Steven?" You frown at him.

"Steven and Jake are arguing. We're ordering pizza because it'll be another hour before they agree on something." Marc says.

"Alright, pizza it is." You laugh grabbing your phone. You order a large pizza for you to share with them and walk out to the living room with Marc behind you.

"I can't believe Steven sat in there talking your ear off while you washed your hair." Marc muses sitting on the couch.

"Don't start. You know I think it's cute." You smack is arm as you sit beside him and turn the TV on.

"You're so soft on him."

"Because he's my boyfriend? Just like you and Jake- don't pretend I'm not soft to all of you." You roll your eyes.

"I don't need soft." Marc scoffs.

"You sure about that?" You ask carding your fingers through his hair.

"Now that isn't fair." He says with a pout as he instinctively leans into your touch.

"I'm soft, no one said anything about fair." You smile unwrapping your hair to dry it with the shirt you tied it in.

"Don't you own a blow dryer?" Marc asks.

"I do, somewhere, but I try not to use it if I can help it. Air drying is the best way so I usually stick with that. Especially since it'll have all night to dry completely after I twist it later." You shrug. Marc takes the t-shirt from you and takes over drying your hair.

"You're gonna twist it later? Won't that take a while?"

"Depends on how many. It usually takes an hour or so and they don't have to be super nice because I'm gonna take them out in the morning. It's just to keep it from tangling while it dries so it's not a nightmare to style tomorrow." You shrug.

"No wonder you dedicate an entire day to hair related activities." Marc snorts. You're a little surprised to notice he's mimicking what you'd been doing to dry your hair. You know he pays attention to detail when it comes to you but he picked it up rather quickly, even for him.

"I can't help but wonder how long you thought all this stuff that I do takes." You muse.

"I've never thought about it really? Steven says 'not nearly as long as it does take' and Jake has never given it much thought either."

"Right well, as they say, you learn something new everyday I guess." You shrug.

"Is twisting it hard?"

"Not at all actually. It's easier than some of my protective styles that I keep in for extended periods of time."

"So- we could learn to do it, theoretically? If we wanted to help or something."

"You- could. Theoretically. Are you offering to help?" You ask with a small laugh.

"Maybe. Just wondering if it's even possible for us to help you."

"Of course it is. If any of you want to. But that'll be after we eat anyway." You shrug.

"Well- if we can, maybe we will."

"That would be very sweet of you." You muse. He mutters an affirmative as if he's reluctant to admit he wants to help. They're all so bad with words it's both hilarious and adorable.

"Your hair is- really nice. Very soft." He says dropping the t-shirt on the arm of the couch next to him.

"Thank you." You say. You run your fingers through your hair. It's not fully dry but you're sure the shirt is too wet to really take anymore moisture out of it so this will do for now. It'll probably be better by the time you eat and set out to teach your clueless boyfriends how to style your hair. You're as happy to include them in things as they are happy to be included- even if they don't outright say how much it means to them.

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soft-persephone · 8 months

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We’re not a Galaxy but a Supernova

Marc Spector x Female!Reader

A Searching for Stardust One Shot

WC: .7k // Teen // warning: mention of self hate, violent behavior // yearning, slight angst // CH.4 //

Nothing without you - Tanrielle

I was listening to this song and these words just came to me. First time that’s ever happened to me

Unknown : if you miss me, look at the moon.

Marc put his phone away before he could regret sending it.

He let his mask fall over his face before descending back into the night. Before succumbing to the prison that held his sanity hand in hand with his freedom. His destruction. His savoir.

You were done practicing for the show and now it was time for you and your troop of dancers to take the stage.

You practiced all day and performed all night.

He was serving Khonshu more nights than most. Long insufferable nights they were booming, but he couldn’t say some part of him wanted it. He hadn’t felt so sane in such a long time.

As much as he hated being away from you, he needed this time to be apart from you. It’s what he told himself.

This time away could give him the answers he needed.

That maybe these feelings could mean something, and he could keep himself and his life from bleeding into yours and hurting you.

So right now Marc would settle.

He’d settle for the nights he’s fronting in the body and not serving Khonshu to watch videos of your performances. To watch an interview every now and then. He couldn’t bring himself to watch them all. It made you too real. It exposed some of the things left secret and unspoken between you two.

He hoped one night to see you perform in person.

That he could somehow convince Jake and Steven. Make a night out of it without causing their suspicions.

It was getting hard to explain why he was all of a sudden interested in Ballet and performing arts.

You spun and you glided.

You leaped and extended your body in ways he didn’t know was humanly possible, and he’s seen some things.

Watching you on stage filled him with such a rush of emotion as reading French poems did for Steven as certain Spanish ballads made Jake feel when he drove throughout the night sometime.

Watching you dance filled him with.. a love.

A love for life he hadn’t known he still had. For every person walking the street, for every moon that glittered in the night sky and every sun that graced the sky each day. For each star that was born and each one that died. Displaying the same dance that bewitched you both and captivated you together every other night. Those rare and precious nights that were beginning to stretch far in between space and time as those stars above.

It made him wish to be with you, properly.

He wanted to explode into non existence each night with you.

“Take five!”

Your Apple Watch buzzed with an unfamiliar number sending you a message.

It was about time for a break anyway.

Why you used it as an opportunity to see a random message, you did not know.

Unknown : if you miss me, look at the moon.

Your heart swelled.

It was him. It had to be.

Tears trickled into the corners of your eyes, and you had to close them a moment less you cry.

You had danced every night thinking of him.

Searching the crowd, wondering if you’ll see his face among the sea of thousands.

If he liked the Ballet or found it boring all together you did not know, but you ached to see him.

Your body was always moving. Prancing about all day, doing the same dance each night. Pushing yourself past your limits each and everyday to earn your spot as the head dancer. The one that called the shots each practice.

It was a highly competitive position, and in your nights when you weren’t wallowing in your grief, you’d been spending them with your illustrious lover. . . the stranger.

A stranger who distracted you, but you would not have had it any other way.

It was the first face since your husband's passing, that held such a place in your heart.

The first face that didn’t feel like a betrayal.

Even if he was a stranger, you hoped he didn’t leave your life anytime soon.

So you danced for him.

Wherever he may be, you danced each night for him.

You used to dance for a stranger, but now you could proudly dance for the moon.

Your moon.

#it might be corny #but damn it I’m proud of it #moon knight comic mention the moon too in a corny way #so I won’t be embarrassed!!!#Marc Spector x reader #Marc Spector x Black reader #moon knight #Oscar Isaac x reader #Oscar Isaac x Black reader #mcu #Steven grant #Jake lockley #moon knight system #fanfiction

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martine-the-demon · 2 years

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Used @futuremrsreid Smut prompt for this but no smut. Lol but it’s highly suggestive so mdni! It’s been so long since I’ve written anything so apologies if it is rough around the edges. Please comment if you like :)

Marc is very possessive in this and the other moon boys are mentioned. Y/n is black !

89. “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

You were dressed and ready to go out dancing with your friends. Your braids went down your back and ended at your waist and you had a fresh set of lashes. And your outfit was stellar. You had on a tiny black tube dress that just ended at your butt and hugged every curve. You turned to the side and admired the way your butt filled out the dress.

“Marc—babe I’m heading out now.” You called out bending down to lace up your hot pink string heels

“What time are you gonna be back?” He asked in response. He was lounging in the living room. He had Fleetwood Mac spinning on the record player while he nursed a beer.

You came click clacking out in your pink heels, tiny dress and long braids and leaned down to give Marc a kiss on the cheek. “Around 3AM ish—I gotta run though my Uber is 5 minutes away.” In the rushed nature of the kiss you gave Marc in addition to you fumbling around in your purse to ensure you had everything a night out with the girls required you missed Marc’s jaw on the floor.

His eyes trailed up from your feet clad in heels, to your thick thighs up to your behind which was barely covered by the tiny piece of cotton you were attempting to pass as a dress. From your butt he admired the way your waist curved inward and flared out to your wide hips,further up he found himself licking his lips at how your breasts spilled slightly over the neckline of your dress.

Then his jaw tensed. You and the girls were going clubbing. There were bound to be countless guys out who would be checking for a girl as sexy as you. The outfit did nothing but excentuate your sex appeal. Men would come to you like sailors drawn to a siren. Right before you said your final goodbye Marc cut you off

“Wait—no. You are not going out in that outfit.”

“Marc—what do you mean? My Uber is—“

“Listen, I don’t care about the Uber you are not going out dressed like that. Especially not without me.” He said more firmly.

“You’re not invited. It’s girls night” you said. “Babe I really don’t have time—“

Marc then got up and stalked over to you. You both were now chest to chest and he towered over you. You looked up. The glitter eye shadow you had caught the low lights of the living room. Marc ran his fingers up your bare thighs and then grabbed a handful of your ass pulling you in the process so you were flush against him. He took a deep inhale of your YSL perfume and relished in the feeling of your breasts pressing against him.

“You look too good…I don’t want any other men looking at you.” He murmured into your neck breathing you in.

You found yourself beginning to rock against him. Your mutual attraction had you to pulling even closer together like highly charged magnets. You rubbed your lips together and closed your eyes tightly. You pushed your Freshly manicure hands on his chest and pushed away.

“Baby-the girls are expecting me. And this is perfectly acceptable clubbing attire.” You did a spin so he could get a 360 of your dress. “I’m fine as I am.”

“Your braids are longer than your dress.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Marc—“

“And it’s acceptable attire if your going out to look for guys to hook up with. Last time I checked you have a 3-in-1 package deal going on.” He said reminding you of his alters. You smiled thinking of your other boys. Steven and Jake did keep you busy. Marc walked back up to you and trailed his nose up from your shoulder to your jaw. “And you smell to sweet to be going anywhere without me…” You felt your body involuntary tremble at the feeling of this stuble. Then your phone vibrated notifying you that your driver was less than 2 minutes away.

“Marc-“ you began. But he slipped his hand into your purse and tossed your phone onto the couch.

“Like I said fuck the Uber. Stay home so I can take you out of this dress or change into something else.” He ran his tounge along your jaw. At that your heart rate jump started. “Jake and Steven think the same. You look to good to go anywhere without us…stay home and maybe if your lucky we’ll all take care of you tonight.”

“The three of you?” You breathlessly asked. The boys have worked out a system so they can have full days in the body. Only occasionally will the switch back and forth or will someone ‘take’ the body on. Even more rarely will they do it when you sleep with them. But every time they did it while you were intimate it left something to fondly remember.

“Mmmh.” Marc affirmed kissing your jaw. He then pulled your leg up and hoisted it on his hip. You leaned against the wall for further support. He ran his leg up your thigh. Then gave it a slight slap. “Look at this fucking leg—“ Marc groaned aloud “I could bite it.”

You caught each other’s eyes. With his other hand he cradled your face. You leaned forward and kissed him. Deeply. You licked his lower lip and he worked his tounge into your mouth in response. The kiss became filthy. All saliva, tounge, lip gloss and groans. But he suddenly pulled away.

“Stay home.” He said firmly.

“O-okay.” You eagerly agreed. The two of you continue your kiss and moved into the bedroom. In the back of your mind you were glad that you charged the now missed Uber to his card rather than your own.

#moon knight #drabble #writing prompt #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon bois #mcu #yn #y/n #black reader #marc spector x black reader #steven grant x black reader #Jake Lockely x black reader #black y/n

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marvelthottie · 1 year

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Competitive Streak - Finale

pairing: (MAIN) Jake Lockley x Black Reader, Steven Grant x Black Reader, Marc Spector x Black Reader

rating: explicit(18+ mdni)

summary: The boys are completing to see who could take you on the best date.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Mirror Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talk, Slight Sugar Daddy if you squint (Jake takes care of his girl what can i say), Hair Pulling ( Reader has a silk press purr), Daddy Kink ( Reader calls Jake papi maybe 2-3 times)

You and Jake never really went on dates; okay thats a lie, you went out just never really an official date. He’d pick you up from work in his limo taking to some hole in the wall burger joint or wing spot. It would be days where he says he needs to go to the mall looking for a new coat and asking you to tag along. Anything Jake saw you pick up or take interest in he’d buy for you. So by the end of the trip he’d have a new coat and you’d have a brand new closet. There were times where you would send him a trailer of a movie or an exhibit coming soon and he’d send a only a thumbs up. You would think nothing of it until the day comes and he sends you a ticket confirmation email telling you to be ready before it starts. You never minded that he never explicitly spoke about your dates like Marc or Steven so it threw you for a loop when he said he wanted to take you out Friday at 7 you we’re surprised. Jake was taking you to a spanish bar he found from driving too many drunk people home from and decided to give it a try. It was different since Jake doesn’t like crowded areas but he knew you loved dancing. You were nervous though, you didn’t know spanish like Jake did, so you hoped it didn’t deter you from enjoying yourself.

When Jake picked you, he didn’t have his signature hat on which threw you for a loop but you knew it was him from the slick back hair and signature cologne.

“No cap?”, you questioned as you opened the door for him.

He didn’t reply at first closing the door behind him, he watched as you scrambled around your studio apartment. You were almost ready, grabbing some slides to put in your purse.

“Not tonight.” He answered, watching as you gave yourself on last look over in your floor length mirror and proceeded to him. He couldn’t help to way his eyes tracked your body, your brown skin glistening from your favorite body oil, from your hair to your makeup , to the barely there shirt, nipples poking through the fabric. From your mini skirt to which he wants to pull up to see if he’d find anything underneath to the boots he bought you last shopping trip.

“Mi reina, you must want to stay home looking that good.” Jake pulled you close, grabbing you hips laying light kisses on your neck, smelling your vanilla perfume.

You lightly gasped, feeling him grow hard against your thigh, you knew your outfit would rile him up. You haven’t enjoyed the night life in a while and you were ready for tonight.

“Baby, you promised me a night out; do not get distracted.” You pushed away from him, grabbing your purse. “Let’s go.”

When you arrived, there wasn’t much of a line, seeing as the place was fairly new. Jake look a seat at the bar, with you in between his legs. There was a band, playing various music and which you both swayed to the music. He bought you drinks, him two shots of tequila and you sangria. As the night went by and more drinks, you found yourself dancing more on the floor, Jakes eyes never leaving you. Swaying your hips, letting the music take ahold of you, you knew this place would be a new favorite. You found yourself opening you eyes catching Jake drinking and watching you with dark, lust filled eyes. He motioned for you to come here and who are you to deny him.

Once close he grabbed your jeweled hand, Jake always made sure you wore diamond bracelet when you were him, and dragged you off to bathroom.

You don’t know who kisses who first. After the door was locked ( thankfully a single stall bathroom and fairly clean), you both pounced, kissing each other with fiery passion. He lifted you up on the sink counter, pushing himself against you. You moaned tasting him, feeling him all over. You wanted him, whine low in your throat.

“Patience, mi reina.” Jake unzipped his pants, your mouth salivating at the sight. You loved their dick, thick and veiny, you could never get enough. You climbed off the sick bending slightly to take him in your mouth.

He hissed as you bobbed your head, hand jerking him from what you couldn’t take. You hummed slightly, as he rested his hand on your head the other bracing himself on the counter as to not crowd you. You found yourself gagging as you took as much as you can down your throat to which he groaned, gripping your hair. You moaned, loving when he pulls the strands, you knew he was always careful, knowing to never mess up a black woman’s hair but you liked it when he losing himself in the pleasure you give him.

“Okay, baby, get up here, mi vida”

He turned you towards the mirror, lifting your black skirt, groaning at the black thong greeting him. He moved it to the side, diving in.

Jake always ate your pussy like a man starved, like it was his last meal on earth, and you loved it. Eyes rolling back at the way he dived in, tongue pushing in and out of you. One hand thumbing at your clit, as the other spread you open so he could go deeper. You moaned, twisting, at the intense pleasure Jake was giving you.

“Fuck Jake, Yes, Yes, Please” You tried to keep your moans low, aching feeling that build up in you. He could always tell when you were close, two fingers replacing his tongue as he laid kissing on your thighs.

“Come for me baby, let go, I got you, come on my fucking fingers.”

Your stomach tightened, cumming letting out a loud moan, muffled from the sounds of the band still performing. Jake took his fingers out, licking the juicing you left behind, eyes meeting in the mirror. And for a second he was almost looking beyond you, then he smirked. “Marc’s enjoying the view baby, let’s give him a show.”

At that you flushed, becoming more aware of the mirror in front of you. You meet Jake’s eyes again, you both hissed as you pushed in you. You grabbing the counter at the stretch, moaning as he pushed his way in. He started slow, hips moving slightly as to warm you up, but you knew it would last long. Once you gave the go ahead he pounded in you, like he couldn’t get enough,hand gripping your hips making you arch with every thrust. You couldn’t control the moans slipping out of you slightly aware of the pounding knocks against the door.

Jake never cared though, he would take you when he wanted and where he wanted others be damned. One hand leaving your hips, grabbing the length of your black hair, drilling you like there was no tomorrow. You was aware of how went you was, squealing noises coming from your pussy.

“ You hear that, mi reina?”

“Yes papi,” You moaned, back arching at the pleasure pain from the tug.

“That pussy purring for me baby, it’s all mines, Marc’s so jealous right now, wishing it was him fucking you like this. Who’s is it, mi vida.”

“It’s yours papi, this pussy’s yours, fu—.” A deep moan cutting you off, as your second orgasm took over you, you tightened against him, to which he found himself letting go. Jake came deep inside of you, growling as you milked him, his chest against your back, holding you against him. You shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. As Jake pulled you thong in place, and cleaning himself up. You giggled sightly, looking at the mirror.

“What”, he questioned, smiling slightly.

“This is definitely taking first place”

He smirked, looking in the mirror, “Guess I’m the winner.”

#marc spector x black reader #jake lockley x black reader #steven grant x black reader #black y/n #series #black reader #competitive streak #black!fem!reader #black!reader #steven grant #black!y/n #steven grant x reader #moonkight #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley #marc spector #marc spector x reader

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watsittoyah · 1 year

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Steven Grant x OC Fem Black reader (Marc later on)

Anchor…

Ch 1-To Being Weirdos

Word Count: 7.6k

Chapter intel- Some slow burn, some flirting, SMUT! MINOR’S DNI! Blood and gore description(later on in chapters). Nyctophobia (an extreme fear of the dark) build up for chapter two

And you think I’m crazy…well that’s not fair…

Ivy’s POV

I wake up already, forgetting whatever dreams that seeped through my unconscious thoughts while I was in slumber and give an obvious yawn.

“Alright Ivy, today’s the day. You got your big girl job, and you are going to have a good day.” I glanced at my flickering nightlight at the foot of the bed, trying to push back the negative thoughts about myself.

You’re 32 years old, why are you still sleeping with a nightlight?

Why are you so afraid of the dark? Grow up.

Fucking loser.

I shut my eyes and try to dash the bad thoughts away.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I then hear the upstairs neighbor walking around and talking on his phone. “Morning, Mum…” I lay there for a while with my eyes closed. Wondering what it would be like, to be normal like him upstairs. “Good morning Gus my little one finned wonder...” His voice seems nice, much better than the voices in my own head.

“Ivy! Time to get up, love.“ My great aunt Milly calls out down the hall. I sigh and cuddle my knees just for a few more minutes before getting up to shower.

•••

I might have been a bit too overzealous on showing up to work. I practically dragged my poor Great Aunt out of the house to bring me here an hour early. Then again, I wanted to check the museum out.

A small statue happens to catch my attention, and I find myself staring into its eyes. They were a dark purple, which reminded me of someone. “Hmm.”

“Will you look at that? Looks like someone mistook the statue of Keket for a rubbish dump.” I snap out of my trance as I hear a familiar voice beside me. That’s when I noticed a wad of gum on the nameplate of the statue.

“Gum shouldn’t be allowed in beautiful places.” I reach into my purse and pull out a disposable napkin and take the minty sticky substance off of the statue.

“Do I detect an American accent? You must be Ivy Hemlock word gets around the museum fast.” The man says that he extends his hand towards me. I give his hand a once over, but I dare not to shake it. “And you are?“ I ask narrowing my eyes at him. “Oh, where are my manners, my name is Steven Grant. I believe you are shadowing me today.“

“Oh! I’m so sorry, my great Aunt Milly tells me to steer clear of men in other countries because you never know if they’re going to kidnap you and then harvest your organs so they could be put on the black market.” He gives me a concerned look and I just realized the words I just spoke out loud.

“Did I mention that my great aunt is senile?” I try to joke. Thankfully he takes the joke and gives a laughs. “Right, aren’t all of our aunts a bit senile?” He gives me a kind smile and I relax my shoulders.

I like his voice, why do I like his voice?

“Stevie, you better not be scaring the new girl. She just got here and I don’t want her picking up your bad habits.” Donna warns as she stops by holding a large amount of boxes.

“Sorry, Donna. I was just introducing myself.” Steven clumsily takes the boxes from Donna and I go to help but she stops me. “Stevie’s got it.”

“Steven, actually. I am…Steven.” He corrects as he places the boxes down in the back room. I look at Steven and he makes me feel like I’m watching a child get verbally abused by a bully.

I cut my eyes at Donna and I want to shove her in a closet and lock her in it.

Like Melissa did to you?

I swallow that bad thought away and continue to listen to the conversation. “No you’re bloody useless. You don’t get paid to chit chat to the new people. You’re here to show her around and then get to work.”

Who shit in her weetabix?

“Got it.” Steven says defeated. Donna leaves us and I chime in. “Is she always like that?

“Like what?”

“A cunt.” Steven gives a chortle which makes me happy.

Why am I happy that he’s happy?

“Don’t let her hear you say that. But yeah, she is a big one if I don’t say so myself. Anyways let’s get you all set up, yeah?” I nod and he shows me around.

The way he speaks about the Egyptian artifacts and gods makes me think he’s been there before. “You really know your stuff huh?” I ask as I glance at a painting that says it was painted to depict what the underworld would look like.

“I love stuff like this. But how about you? Do you like Egyptian gods and whatnot?” I give a nod. “I do, my father was the inspiration for it. I remember he told me he was going to explore the pyramids. It was around the time I was….” The sentence dies in my throat and I quickly change the subject.

“Uh, loois? I mean loo? Bathroom? I’m sorry I need to learn more of the lingo while I’m staying here. I’m sorry.” Steven gives a chuckle.

“Its okay, it’s on the second floor, take a left. And be careful the door likes to stick from time to time.” I give a slight nod and head in the direction he tells me.

As I enter I see a few school girls in the bathroom checking their faces and taking selfies. I don’t think I remember if I was vain like that when I was their age. Then again mirrors always made me jumpy.

I go to the farthest stall and check it over. Once the coast is clear I close the stall door behind me. I then hear the girls all leave, so I do my business. Once I’m done I flush and check my watch.

Just in time for lunch.

I leave the stall and notice that the room is silent, not even the outside noise could be heard. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I turn on the water to wash my hands.

Get a hold of yourself Ivy. If you do anything out of the ordinary then your coworkers will say you’re crazy just like the last few jobs.

And you’d hate to break your great aunts heart after she had pulled some strings to get you into the place.

One of the stall doors slowly opens and I see a hand slink into the stall. “I think my hands are washed enough, I can air dry them.” I say as I wipe my hands on my slacks. I turn to the exit and feel cold breathe against my neck.

Ivy…

I shut my eyes and clench my fists together.

Ivy…

“Leave me alone.” I whisper as I feel frozen in fear.

Ivy…

I feel my nails breaking the skin of my palms and I try to walk forward.

But the voice then slowly turns into a demonic low growl.

Ivy…

IVY!

I wait for the calm to take place, but it never comes. I slowly open my eyes and the bathroom lights began to dim. Which caused a panic in my chest.

I turn and there in the corner of my eye, the stall door opens, and like a horror movie I tall black figure slink out. It’s joints moving in the opposite direction. It makes direct eye contact with me and if I hadn’t already used the bathroom I would have definitely pissed and shit myself.

It suddenly reaches for me and I fall back hitting the doorknob at my back. I then let out the loudest blood curdling scream I could muster. The mirrors all seem to bow inward making the creatures reflection look like a strange funhouse attraction.

“Someone open the door! Please! Let me out of here!” I yank and tug at the door but it’s not budging. I can feel the entity reach out to me and I scream louder praying to whatever God to answer me.

Just then the door flies open and before I could thank my savior I push past them and fall flat on my ass. When I look back I see Steven and I see the entity staring sadly at me by his shoulder. I scream and my fist shoots out. My knuckle hit his cheek.

I ignore the pain to my knuckles and I bring my knees to my chest. Everyone was staring as I started crying. “It’s in the bathroom! Its after me! Its after me!” I sob out as I rock back and forth.

“Ivy? Ivy? Look at me.” I look past his shoulder and the entity was gone.

Great everyone at work knows I’m crazy…

•••

Donna had let me take my break early. And I was sitting crossed legged on a bench with my sad excuse of a sandwich and my hand wrapped. Looking down and having flashes of what I saw an hour ago made me lose my appetite. God I just want to crawl into my bed with all the lights on and never leave.

“That’s looks good. What kind of sandwich is that?” I hear Steven’s voice but I don’t look up. “You don’t have to talk to me. I know everyone thinks I’m crazy.” I feel him sit next to me which makes me scoot away from him.

“I don’t think that.” I look up at him through angry tears. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Steven.” I say with as much venom in my tone. He puts his hands up to let me know he comes in peace. “I’m not lying. I don’t think you’re mad. You seemed like you saw something in there. What was it?” He gives a quizzical look and as I open my mouth to tell him what I saw, I stop.

He’s going to laugh at you like the others.

Insane Ivy strikes again.

I close my mouth and shake my head. “Ivy, I don’t know what you think about me, but I do want to be friends. I don’t have many of them, and many people here see me as a weirdo. So how about we be weirdo’s together?”

Okay he is terrible at cheering people up. Which is why I can’t understand why am I laughing?

“You know you suck at this.” I say through a few tearful laughs. He smiles at me and I look at my chewed cuticles. “You’ll probably think I’m dumb but I saw something in the bathroom. It was like this talk gangly thing…” I glance over at him and he seemed to actually be listening to me.

“…the way it moved, it reminded me of a zombie or something. It just…scared me.” I say in a soft voice. “I believe you.” My head snaps up at him so fast I almost give myself whiplash. “You do? Why?” He shrugs. “I don’t have a reason not to believe you. And besides you give a mean left hook so why would I argue with you?” He says as I glance at his swollen cheek.

“I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hit you.” I reach into my bag and pull out a cooling pack. “Maybe this will help?”

I snap it and it instantly gets cold. He accepts my offering and places it in his cheek. He winced in pain and I feel guilty. “We can be weirdos together.” I mutter after a few moments of silence.

“Really?” He asks almost in shock that I would accept his friendship. “I don’t have any friends. And besides my dad and Aunt Milly, you’re the only other person who believes me. So thank you for that.” I take a bite of my now soggy sandwich and swallow down the dry roast beef my great aunt had attempted to make.

Next time I’ll cook. This tastes like cardboard.

“Well if you ever want to hang out, you can give me a buzz.” He reaches into his pocket and takes out a phone. I realize what he’s doing and my lips form a large O. Last time I got a number from someone who wanted to be my friend, they told me to delete them after I made a scene at their party.

I punch in my number and save it under Ivy in his phone. I call myself and I see his number pop up on my screen. “To being weirdos.” He says with a winced smile.

Did I mention how much I like his voice?

•••

“Hi dad.” I place a fresh bouquet of flowers on his grave and sit down. “Last night Great Aunt Milly made roast beef, I had to suffer in silence and choke it down. But you already know she’s a terrible cook.” I laugh at the memories of how my dad would get food poisoning whenever we came to London for the holidays and spend them with with Great Aunt Milly. She’s the reason I question grilled cheese.

“Oh! And I got a new night light. That’s isn’t new uh, I got a job. I’m actually surprised I still have it. Because…” I look at his headstone.

Henry Hemlock. A husband, father, explorer. Gone too soon. 1958-2019

“It reached to me, dad. This thing was something from my nightmares and it scared the hell out of me…Because you’re not here…Dad I miss you. You…you were the only one who could keep the things that went bump in the night away. I miss your vo-please! Please if this is one of your jokes, it was funny for the past few years but I need you. Daddy I need you. I need my anchor back.” The tears fall from my eyes and down the back of my throat.

I try to keep the ugly tears back but I fail miserably. I curl up next to his headstone and just cry hard. “I miss you…”

•••

I get the dirt off of my jeans as I slowly walk up the the apartment steps. I hear steps coming down and I look up and see-

“Steven?” He had his phone to his ear and his brows were pinched together. “Ivy? What are you doing here?”

I quickly explain myself before my only friend thinks I’m stalking him.

“My Great Aunt Milly, she lives here and I’m staying with her.” His face softens then. “I’m sorry Mum, one moment please. Well then hello neighbor.”

“Hello, sorry if I’m bothering you.” He shakes his head. “No, no. Never a bother. But what floor are you on?”

“Uh the third floor, you?”

“The fourth floor. Sorry if I’m a bit loud up there.” That’s when it hits me. “Wait! That was you? You’re the neighbor I hear every morning talking to his mother-”

“Ivy? Can you come taste this-oh hello there.” Great Aunt Milly says at the top of the steps. “Hello, Miss Hemlock.” Steven greets. “Please dear, call me Milly. Ivy he’s quite handsome isn’t he?”

“Okay, Steven I’ll see you later, Aunt Milly please let’s get inside before you set-oh god! What are you burning?” I run past Steven and past Aunt Milly to find she was making some terrifying concoction. “AUNT MILLY! WHAT IS THIS!?”

•••

It’s been a month and I think Aunt Milly is trying to set me up with Steven. However I keep reminding her that he’s just a really good friend.

“He seems so nice and sweet. Maybe we should invite the lad over.” I was fixing my braids into a high bun in the mirror and I roll my eyes at her suggestion. “Aunt Milly we want Steven to live to see the next day.”

“Then get take away.” I suck my teeth and I turn jumping as I see the old lady standing there. Strangely Aunt Milly looked…older. Her wrinkles seem to kiss her dark skin. Which made it look like a trusty black leather couch that’s been around for over 100 years.

I cock my head to the side because honestly I have no clue how old Aunt Milly was, she’s just always looked old.

“I won’t be around forever, Ivy-“

Here we go again, Aunt Milly telling me about how she isn’t going to live long. But this woman is going to outlive God himself.

I place my hands on her shoulders. “Aunt Milly, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m going to live with you forever. But I get it you want me to be happy. How about I go on a date? You know Tom? He asked me out, I was going to say no but now I’ll go. For you okay?” She smiles at me and cups my face in her hands.

“Ivy, I just want you to be happy. You haven’t been the same since the incident. And I miss that smile.” I fake one and she swats me on the ass. “Don’t be cheeky, little minx. Now go get ready for work. You’ll miss the bus. And don’t forget you have a session with Dr. Pence.” I kiss her cheek and hug her.

She smells like dad, cinnamon and sage. “Okay, I’m going. I’m going. Love you Milly.” I call over my shoulder as I grab my purse and lunch bag.

I stand at the bus stop and peek down the road to see if Steven was coming. I heard him this morning on the phone with his mother.

“Must be nice.” I mumble as the double decker wheels around the corner. Once it stops I take a step and glance to see Steven running for the bus. I stand there as the driver gives me an annoyed look but I don’t care.

Friends don’t leave friends behind.

He catches up moments later, winded and gives me a smile. “Good morning neighbor.” I say with a cheerful smile. “Good morning neighbor.” He says back. I had managed to get us a seat in the corner and he let me have the window seat.

He gives a yawn and shakes his head. “Sorry, just a bit tired.” I can see he has dark circles and bags under his eyes. Almost like he hadn’t slept in days. Come to think about it I haven’t heard him on the phone with his mother or foot steps above me for the past few days.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy to hold the bus for you. I have some good news. Remember Tom?”

“Tom…Tom from security?”

“Yeah, he asked me out. I think I’m gonna say yes.” This makes Steven give me an odd look. “Be careful with that one, he has a reputation with the ladies.” My ears perk up. “Like what?” I ask as I lean in. He does the same, which gives a whiff of his aftershave.

He smells like winter pine. And has his lashes alway been this long?

Ivy focus!

“A few of the ladies at the front desk have said he can get too touchy if you know what I mean.”

“I can handle him, Steven. I had hit you and you turned out fine. Wait no that is a terrible joke. You shouldn’t hit people.”

We both laugh and he taps his knee. “Well I got a date Friday night. With Dylan, we’re going to a steak house.” It was my turn to give him a look. “Aren’t you vegan? What are you going to a steak house for?”

“I don’t know, Ivy. Bread, salad. All I know is that she thinks I’m cute and I’m happy.”

“Well of course you’re cute. You’d be stupid to think you’re not.” I feel Steven looking at me from the corner of my eyes but I turn my head to look out the window.

Nope, we’re gonna ignore what I said…

•••

It’s finally Sunday and I was dressed up for the big date. I wonder how Steven’s date had went.

Why are you worried about his date, Ivy? Worry about yours.

“Aunt Milly can you help me zip this dress please?” I ask her as I try to find my other earring. I had on a jade green dress that made my dark tan skin look like royalty. My jewelry was gold which made me look flawless.

She helps me zip up the dress and I feel something cold slide on my finger. I look down and see Aunt Milly placed an odd ring on my finger.

“What’s this?” I ask turning to her. “Just an old family heirloom. It belonged to your mother.” I look down at the ring and admire it.

“My mother?” One thing about my father, he avoided talking about my mother at all costs. Whenever I asked about her he would just change the subject or tell me that he would tell me all about her when I got older.

“What was she like? What did she look like? Do you have any photos of her?” I bombard her with questions and she gives a whimsical laugh. “Dear, I will tell you all about her when you get back from your date, now don’t stay out too long. Stay safe and please put on a jacket.” I lean down and she kisses my head and I sigh. “Guess you’re coming with me mom.” I whispers to the ring as I head out the door.

Three hours later…

Maybe he’s just running late. Maybe he got caught up in traffic and…

“Miss, the kitchen will be closing soon.” The waiter says to me. I had crumbled a napkin in my lap and I look at my phone. Tom hadn’t answered my calls or my text messages.

“Right, can I have your biggest container of ice cream to go please? And a slice of-make it two slices of chocolate cake.”

I manage to ask without crying. My tears stain my dress and I hope that maybe as the waiter gets my order that Tom will somehow appear and apologize a million times about being so late.

I take an Uber back home and put on the biggest fake smile I can gather. “Thank you for tonight Tom.” I yell as I unlock the door. I kick off my heels and lock the door behind me. “Aunt Milly?” I call out to her. But I get no response. I do hear her tv on low. When I walk into the living room she was laying there with her eyes closed.

I walk over to her and pull the quilt over her little body. “How was the date?” I jump hearing her ask as her eyes were still closed. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph. You scared me! The date was great, we had drinks, and steak-“

“Don’t lie to me, I always know when you’re lying, Ivy Dorthy Hemlock.” I hate when she uses my full name, makes me feel like I’m four years old and I’m in big trouble. “What’s wrong?” All she did was ask that two word question and I broke down dropping my leftovers.

“He..he stood me up.” She gets up and pulls me onto her lap. “Oh love, it’s alright. These things happen. Why I remember when my date first stood me up. It was back in…well way back when.”

“What did you do about it?”

“I walked up to his brand new Chevy and I smashed all the windows out with a brick.” I snort on my tears and we both end up laughing.

Aunt Milly and I sat down watching Jeopardy while she parted and greased my scalp. “What is 101 Dalmatians?” I guess. And I was correct. “You need to go on this show, Ivy. You’d win it all I know it.” I shrug hand her some more grease for my scalp.

“Aunt Milly can you tell me about my mother now?” In the way she moved her hands I can tell she’s hesitating.” I look up at her and she gives a big sigh. “That serious?” I ask.

“Your mother…was like no other woman. Powerful force when she entered the room, and that room was filled with her enemies. Tsk, before I tell you more will you bring these to that lovely boy, he’s in apartment 444.” I frown because I know she’s stalling.

“Who’s in that apartment?” She gets up and walks to the kitchen to bring back a plate covered in saran wrap. “That lovely lad, Steven. I’ve been feeding his goldfish when he leaves on some days.”

How close are Aunt Milly and Steven?

She hands me the plate before I can protest and and starts pushing me out the door. “What is it?” I ask trying to peek. “Cookies, I baked them my self.” I stop in my tracks. “I’m not giving him this. You’re going to commit a murder with these disks of death.”

“You little she devil.” She pinched the fat on my arm and did a twist causing me to yelp. “Ouch! Old lady that hurt!”

“Go bring him the cookies or I’ll force them down your little throat.”

“Yes ma’am.” I know better than to eat her food, I don’t wanna die. Sorry Steven, better you than me. I slide on my sneakers and make my way up to his apartment.

“Old lady got a mean ass grip. I should throw these at her head.” I mumble in a huff as I move my hair out of my face. When I get to Steven’s door, I knock and wait a moment.

“I probably saved your life if you don’t answer.” Which I was hoping he wouldn’t so I can grill Aunt Milly about my mother.

I tuck the death disks under my arm, ready to retreat down the steps but I hear the door open. Right there stood a sad sap, who happened to be Steven.

“You got some smuck on the corner of your face.” I point out. “Sorry, it’s chocolate. Uh come in, come in.” He ushers me in as he wipes his face clean. I look around his place and it looked so cluttered. Then again I’ve seen worse. “Sorry for the mess, I’ve been meaning to tidy up a bit.” I shake my head.

“No it’s fine I was just dropping by. Aunt Milly wanted you to have this, but toss it. Trust me, you don’t want to eat that…wait, what’s wrong?” He looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I don’t know really. Remember the date I was supposed to have?”

“The date you had Friday?” He gives me a gutted look as if I just told him his dog died. “Bullocks, she’s never going to talk to me. What day is it?”

“Sunday…” He then sit down on a stool with his face in his hands, and I kneel in front of him as I hear him about to cry.

“Hey, whatever happened it’s going to be OK. How about we get fat off of some ice cream. We can talk about how crappy our dates are if that’ll make you feel better.”

Steven looks up at me wiping his tears. “What happened? Did he? Did he try anyth-“ I stop him right there because I can see him getting angry. Which was weird to see.

“No nothing happened. In fact Tom never showed up. But hey maybe it wasn’t meant to be. So what do you say wanna humor this freak and eat some junk?”

Steven gives a smile which honestly makes me want to call him beautiful.

“Yeah, us weirdos got to stick together, you know. I got some ice cream in the fridge. I hope you like chocolate.”

“Love it, let me help you. Oh do you have sprinkles? The rainbow kind? Those are my favorite topping for ice cream.”

“Mine too, they’re in the top cupboard on the left.” He tells me. We scoop ice cream into some bowls and start talking about different subjects.

Like how Steven wanted to bring his mom down during his vacation. He told me he wanted me to meet her. I told him that when I get enough money I would go through my fathers bucket list and do everything he wanted to do. He gave me a smile and I swoon.

Were his eyes always this brown?

We were on his couch just talking and I hardly notice how close our knees are touching. Or how his hand keeps bumping against my wrist when he tells me an excited story.

I grow quiet as I let him talk and my thoughts get a bit, not so innocent.

I watch his tongue and as he licks his lips. I wonder what other things he’d like to lick. Maybe my neck…

Or my bottom lip…

I can picture his tongue dipping into my belly button just to tease me…

And finally I can picture his tongue flicking across my cl-

“Ivy? Hello earth to Ivy.” I snap out of my fantasies and clear my throat. “Sorry, for spacing out. That was rude.”

“It’s fine, sometimes I space out. Then again I black out sometimes and that’s not really fun.”

“Steven.” I place my half eaten bowl of ice cream down on his table and turn to him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure anything, Ivy. Ask away.” I take a calm breathe, because this can go two ways, he could reject me and I have to go into witness protection for the rest of my life, or we both can get lucky.

“Can you close your eyes for me?” I ask. He then puts his empty bowl down on the table. “Uh, sure. Not sure why you’d want me to do that but fine. Fine, I’ll do it.” He closes his eyes and I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding.

Here goes nothing.

I lean in and kiss him, which causes him to move back and I stop. But we were both wide eyed with barely an inch between us.

I was the first one to stand up. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” As I walk I feel a gentle tug on my shirt. “Don…don’t go. You just surprised me, is all. I just can’t believe someone as beautiful as you would want to kiss me.” I give him a puzzled frown.

“Steven, I meant what I said the other day on the bus. You’d be stupid if you didn’t think you were cute. Then again you’re more than cute, when you smile you face…light up like the moon. Your voice it-no. Nope, I’m not going there. Just please know I’ll understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”

“Why in the bloody hell would I want to stop being your friend? I like you.” My heart skips hearing him confess that to me. I look down and see he’s still holding onto my shirt.

“Maybe I’m a bit heart broken over the date or maybe it’s a sugar high from all the ice cream I’ve had tonight but, do you want to kiss me? If not reject me so I can move on.” I force out a laugh but he wasn’t laughing.

Instead he tugs me forward and I follow. He looks up at me and those brown eyes seem to hide something dark in them.

“I would like to kiss you, very much.” My body leans in and I feel my legs doing their own thing. I straddle his legs and I reach up cupping his face.

His gorgeous face, how does this man not find himself attractive?

I rub my thumbs across his stubbled face and he closes his eyes. If I had a camera right now I would snap a picture of this man.

I pause for a moment and just study his face. His lashes seem to kiss his cheeks, the wrinkles on his face, looks like road maps that I want to explore. His fussy raven curly hair, falls on his face and I lean down, kissing where the curls fall.

I hear a soft groan escape his lips and his hands travel from my shirt to the curve on my hips. I kiss down his beautiful face and with each kiss he lets out a groan.

When my lips finally meet his, I feel one of his hands travel up my spine and rest on the nape of my neck. “Is this okay?” He asks just a few centimeters from my lips. “It’s perfect.” I lean down and our lips meet. It’s no surprise he tastes like chocolate ice cream.

But what does surprises me is how erotic the noises he’s making. I want to explore his body and make him whimper for me, maybe even beg.

God Ivy don’t be such a sadist.

I test the waters and slide my tongue in, he invites me in and I feel him suck. Which causes a moan leaving my lips as well. I feel a bulge bump between my legs and I adjust myself so I can feel it.

I slowly press and move against Steven and we both let out a moan when I hit the right spot. With one swift motion he lifts me up and pins my back down on the couch. His lips leave mine and I feel a bit dizzy from the lack of air.

“You’re stunning, Ivy. Absolutely stunning.” He whispers as he moves a strand of my hair out of my eyes. He then leans back down, kissing and sucking my bottom lip.

I want him to make more noises for me so I take my hand and find my way to his belt. The jingle of his belt was faint but the sound of the zipper could have awakened the dead.

I feel him stiffen on top of me but I take that chance and slide my hand into his pants. It’s warm and his skin feels hot. I find the head of his cock and it was sticky.

“Bloody fucking hell.” Steven hisses as I see his eyes roll back. I run my thumb over the head and he moans. He felt thick, at least in my hand he did.

I slowly stroke him and I watch his body obey my movements. His hips move a bit and I grip him slightly. A whine passes his lips as his hips start moving faster. I feel more of his sticky precum against the palm of my hand and I lick my lips. “Steven.” I whisper his name and he opens his eyes looking down at me.

I move my hand from his pants and I lick his precum off of my palm. He bites his bottom lip and I pull him down so he can taste himself on my tongue.

His knees somehow pins my legs apart and I’m trying to not squirm under him, but I need friction. “Can I taste you? Please can I taste you? I just know you taste like sweets.” He begs as he rubs his knee between my thighs.

I nod quickly and he fumbles trying to get into my pants. He then slides his two thick fingers into my panties. I grab his hand and guide him to slide them inside of me. “Oh my god.” He could fuck me with his fingers and I would be satiated. But I know I’ll want more once his digits are no longer touching my g-spot.

He curls his fingers in a come here motion and my body jerks abruptly. How does he know how to do that?

Steven isn’t some goofball…

He is but right now, he’s a man who can fulfill my greatest desires.

He takes his thumb and it rolls over my clit causing my walls to tighten around him. “Please.” I moan out to him. A dark shadow seems to pass over his eyes, but he blinks and it’s just Steven in a lust drunk state.

“Help me with these.” He says as he tugs at the waist band of my sweatpants. He removes his hand then and he sucks his middle and index finger. His eyes flutter close as he greedily suck his fingers clean. He sits up and I lift my ass so that I can rip off my sweats. He helps me and when he gets a hold of them they go flying across the room.

We both look when they land and I let out a giggle. He looks back at me chuckling but that stops when he sees I’m soaked between my legs. I watch him get on his knees and he then licks his lips. Steven looks up at me through his lashes as if to ask me permission. I slowly open my legs wider for him and I suck on my bottom lip as I spread the lips as well.

He looks like he’s in pain, almost as if he doesn’t get to taste me he’ll die. I feel his elbows dip down near my thighs and I feel his fingers curl inside of me once more. He leans down and he flattens his tongue against my cunt.

With his tongue he massages my lips and clit all at once which makes my toes curl and my fingers entwine in his messy hair. His stubble tickles my lower lips and I lean my head back feeling in bliss while he eats me out.

If this was his first time, he’s doing one hell of a great job. I look back down at him and he’s looking up at me. I let go of his hair and touch his face. “Steven, did I e…ever tell you, you have such pretty eyes. Oh yes. You have such pretty eyes, please don’t stop looking at me with those pretty ey-" He doesn’t break eye contact but he does twirl his tongue hum at the same time.

I spread my legs wider which makes him grip my right thigh for dear life. His grip is a bit painful but his mouth makes me ignore it. He pulls me closer to him as if I’m his final meal of the night and he wants to make sure he licks the plate clean.

I stutter out gibberish and rock my hips in motion to his rhythm. His fingers does quicker come here motions and I feel the sensation that I’ve been craving.

My breathing becomes quicker, as I watch his now free hand move in his pants. My eyes are hungry to continue to watch but my orgasm hits me hard as I stutter out that I’m going to cum.

He encourages me to do so but doesn’t slow down or get faster. His fingers spread my inner lips apart and as soon as his tongue slides inside of me my legs tense up and I pull his head deeper. He moans and slurps as I come on his tongue.

His glorious tongue.

I shake out one more orgasm and my swollen clit was extremely sensitive. But that doesn’t stop Steven. He gives it a few lazy licks and I try to close my legs. “S..ste…Steven. St..s..stop!” He moves away from me licking his lips and I see his chin was wet from my juices.

“Knew you tasted good.” He whispers as he looks back between my legs. I stop him before I’m at the mercy of his mouth again and ask.

“Do…do you have any condoms?” Steven looks past his shoulder and then back at me. “No, sorry I’m afraid I don’t have any.” I groan but sit up, moving my jelly like legs. I almost stumble but Steven nabs me before I could fall. When I look in his eyes I see panic.

“Where are you going? Was I that bad?” I then realized my mistake and mentally kick myself.

Don’t just leave you idiot, he might think he didn’t please you enough (which how could he not know how good of a job he did?) and it makes you look like you’re just using him.

I touch his cheek and the panic subsides. “I’m just running downstairs really quicks, I have condoms in my drawer. And you did an amazing…amazing job.” I say as I look at his still wet chin. I lean over and give him another kiss to reassure him. When I move back he looked happier than a fish in a new fishbowl.

“Right condoms. I should start carry those if we’re gonna do stuff like this again. If you want to do this again. I would like to do this aga-”

“I would like to do this again, and many more times. Now you have to let me go.” Only then he notices that he’s holding me tight. He loosens his grip and I take a step back from him.

I start looking for my sweatpants he had flung by his bed and see they were peeking out from the foot of it. When I go to grab them I notice a black rope. When I pick it up I see a restraint attached to it.

“That-” I hold a hand up cutting him off. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.” I shake my legs through the tangled fabric of my sweatpants and once they’re finally on I look back at him as I head to his door. “I’ll be back quickly. Okay.” I reassure him again. He nods and I hurry down the steps.

Hell I’m taking three at a time. I go to open the door but notice that I didn’t leave Aunt Milly’s door ajar.

“Aunt Milly?” I call out to her and I expect her to be laying on the couch. “Aunt Milly?” I call out once more. The room was silent except for a dripping noise. I follow it but get this chill on the back of my neck.

I don’t like this.

I think to myself as my foot steps begin to slow down.

“Aunt…” I don’t know why I didn’t notice, why I didn’t smell it. But I look down and see my once grey sneakers where now turning maroon.

Blood.

My heart began to slam against my chest as all my senses scream at me.

I should run, I should get the hell out of here and get help.

But my feet wouldn’t listen. I know the dripping is from her. My sweet Aunt Milly.

I hear something move behind me and the lights start to flicker which makes me flinch. I don’t want to turn around because-

I hear shallow breathing and my head turns to the dark corner of the apartment. Right there I see a creature that looked like an oversized dog.

Before I could scream it l lunged at me. Thankfully I was quick and I ducked down causing it to crash into the wall above me. I go to run but my right foot slips from under me.

I scramble as the creature snaps its killer jaws just inches from my leg. I take off and slam the door behind me.

I couldn’t push a scream out of my lungs, my body was in flight mode and I ran, hearing the door explode behind me. It was gaining on me as I ran my hardest up the stairs to Steven’s apartment.

I slam my body into his door and thankfully he didn’t lock it. I get inside and slam it locking the door quickly. Steven ran over to me but stops when he sees I’m covered in blood.

My voice finally emerges but it all sounds like another language. “Ivy, Ivy slow down. I can barely understand you. What happened?”

“She’s d..dead. It got her! I..it…ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!”

It all happened in a blur. The police questioning me, over and over again. Steven telling them that I’m a mess and can’t answer.

“Sir I understand that she’s in shock, but we need to know what happened. That apartment is a crime scene and her alibi is the only thing keeping her from being the suspect….”

I watch the body bag that held my aunt and my breathe leaves my body. “She’s gone.” I whisper causing Steven to steer me away from the EMT’s.

As he rubs the small of my back I look up at him and the shock suddenly hits me causing my legs to give out from under me.

He catches me before I could fall, I stare at the ceiling for a moment and when I blink I see a beautiful woman with starry night skin. She smiled at me which caused her dark purple eyes to smile as well.

She leans in close to my face and I feel my eyes roll back until all I can see is darkness. But this darkness I didn’t fear, it was comforting to me.

Ivy…

Come find me.

The woman’s voice rings in my ears.

And before I knew it, I had passed out in Steven’s arms…

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N

Before I continue this story was not only inspired by the amazing show moon knight but inspired by a fear I had as a child. Sometimes I find myself not too fond of the dark, and yet I embrace it from to time. Also this story will include some names of Egyptian gods and goddesses, they are in my interpretation. So I want to apologize in advance. If you wish to not read this story I understand.

If this do continue to read this story please don’t forget to like and share this with your friends. I’ll update again in two week. Or when my lazy ass doesn’t procrastinate. Laters Gators 🐊

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