#moon knight spoilers

[ivystoryweaver]

Some kind of alien—a symbiote named Venom—casts off its current host and begins to merge with Marc, forcing Khonshu away from his chosen champion and claiming Moon Knight for its own. The formerly stark white suit that struck fear into the hearts of criminals now looms as a jet-black shadow over friends and foes alike.

Jake and Steven! Two Marcs!

[juhbebbie]

The end of an era

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[360iris]

Currently feeling very soft over how after Marc and Steven accepted each other and recognized they actually didn’t want to be without the other— Steven starts being the one to handle speaking to Khonshu—

Who had, up until the events in the show, grown accustomed to barking out orders and threatening Marc into blatant, powerless obedience with zero room to ever comfortably question the deity’s choices or motives.

But then Steven comes in, with an almost absolute comprehension of Khonshu that Marc had never had, and proceeds to advocate not only for himself but Marc as well.

Steven opens the door for negotiation and makes room for questioning Khonshu in a way he hadn’t ever really been before. Not with Harrow, Marc or Jake.

And if we look at the situation closer, we see that Marc went from fleeing his mother’s hatred and smothering abuse to being smack dab into another situation that stifled him.

Marc is good at fighting, at implementing violence because it’s what he’s used to having to resort to— but he doesn’t find any joy in explicitly harming or k!lling others.

This is a man who remembers exactly when and where he had to take yet another life.

And here he is, being made to murder night after night because Khonshu not only threatens to let his body return to lifelessness but also alludes to seemingly “enslaving” the only woman he loves in the world.

Anyway, I find so much joy and love in the scene where Steven begins fronting, Khonshu tells him to go away and is met with a “Bitch please, he and I are a package deal now. Get used to hearing from me!”

The days of Marc having to grit his teeth and force himself to commit acts he doesn’t want to are over, and now he really isn’t alone.

[mistressvera]

@mcuchallenge tournament - 2nd Semi-Final Moon Knight vs. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

[cosmicblogs]

Need more bimbo smut I’m fighting for my life rn guys.

I NEED BIMBO READER N MOON KNIGHT BOYS SMUT like I’m genuinely like begging and hoping people hear my prayers.

I hope my moots can relate to my struggles.

I WANT THEM SO BAD (can’t find a gif of Jake)

[nowritingonthewall]

I swear to you, you will never see me or hear from me again. I promise you.

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[dystopian-reverie]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Title: Pretty, Pretty Doll

Rating: 18+ for smut, minors dni!

Warnings: p in v, oral (fem receiving), edging, brat taming, characters arguing a lot, fingers kink, choking, solo play, dom!Marc Spector, reader and Marc referring to the reader as a "fuck doll", not beta read, angst/comfort, fluff ingrained into some place I guess?

Summary: Marc comes back home from a mission and you help him let off some steam. A few days later, an argument breaks out between the two of you that leads to him showing you the weight of your own words.

You didn't know how late in the night it was when you were interrupted from stress working, a thing you've been doing a lot lately. You heard the apartment door unlock as you swiftly closed your laptop, all the unsaved work forgotten.

"Marc?" You hurried to hug the man who returned it back all too eagerly.

He shut the door behind him and wasted no time in collecting you in a warm embrace. Marc has been gone for nearly a week, yet another mission from the wretched old bird. Every single time he came back, it looked like he had lost a piece of him wherever he had gone to.

"God, I missed you so much, baby" He whispered, not showing any sign of letting go of the hug. His voice was flat, didn't have that usual tone of relief whenever you ran into his arms.

"Same here," You sighed, as you smiled into his shirt that smelled so much like- him, his "just got back from a mission" version. "Everything alright?" You asked, concerned at the lack of the usual pattern of him kissing you senseless as soon as he has you in his grasp.

Silence. You could only feel him shake his head. "What are you doing up so late?" He asked, as you both finally stepped away from each other. He carried his bag and threw it on the couch mindlessly, all eyes on you.

"Just working, you know. It's the only way I can take my mind off of, well, you. Whenever you're gone," You paused "I can't seem to stop worrying about you" You admitted, smiling to stop yourself from tearing up.

To say that you've been worried about Marc, Steven, and Jake whenever they were off doing the dirty job for Khonshu was an understatement. You knew that they had their suits, but you've been in this crazy world long enough to know that suits of armor and blind bravery can't save you from everything.

A sad smile spread across his face, as he opened his bag to bring out an entire bottle of whiskey and placed it on the table beside him.

"I suppose the mission, this time, was more draining than usual," He said as you made your way to him. "Couldn't get the asshole the first time I went after him, it was one mistake, but before I could get to him again, he-" He paused, shaking his head. You could clearly see the passive frustration engulfing his entire mind. "He had killed someone else". He looked back at you.

You listened to him, your brows knit together the whole time. He was a man who had seen the most twisted and rotten things in his life, felt them, and fought against them. It still surprised you to think that it was you he decided to let in.

The moment your hands met his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned against you, pulling you in closer till you had to re-adjust and sit on his lap.

"What can I do to make it better?" You asked, your voice no more than a mere whisper.

Talking about it wasn't really Marc's thing, at least not right after he just reached home. He knew that you knew it by now.

Those eyes. Those damn eyes that enticed you every single time he looked at you that way. By now, you knew what was going to happen. He was going to devour you, greedy and raw. That was Marc's thing. Fuck you into oblivion, draw orgasms after orgasms until you were a sobbing mess beneath him, nothing more than a whimpering doll that can't string a coherent sentence together. He loved to hear you beg for him, to cry out his name as he rammed into you, grunting and panting, sweaty bodies moving against each other. The sound and smell of sex would overwhelm your senses as he would whisper absolute filth into your ears, and tell you how much a pretty, pretty doll you were. He would take care of all your needs and his.

His gaze traveled down to your lips and further down to your breast. You were wearing a white t-shirt of his, with no bra underneath, and though it was loose enough, with the way you were sitting, he could make the outline of your nipple harden at all the sinful thoughts clouding your brain.

"What? No 'Marc go take a shower first' or 'Don't you wanna talk about it'?" He smirked ever so lightly as you rolled your eyes and tried to pull him into a kiss, but to your surprise he pushed you away, his hands cupping your face.

Tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers, grazing painfully slow and soft on your skin, traveled down to your cheek, and to your chin. He drew your face in closer and locked both of your lips together in a heated yet slow and deep kiss.

You moaned into the kiss as he slid his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands tried to take off his shirt hastily, knowing that you'd have to remove yet another layer of a t-shirt to strip his torso naked. But Marc was having none of it.

He grasped both of your hands and held them behind you, cutting off your access to finally touch him after a long, long week. You protested in silence as he pressed your body towards him with the same hand he was holding you captive, making you straddle his hips, his other arm slowly, yet strongly, wrapping around your throat.

Both of you pulled away, slightly panting, lips parted. His eyes were no more tired or sad, as he contemplated all the ways he could keep you up that night. His trained hands kept your arms locked behind you with ease, and kept a firm handle on your throat. His hold wasn't too hard, but it wasn't just a mere touch either.

Heat pooled on your abdomen as you tried to grind against his hardening cock. You were sure your panties were soaking at this point.

"Oh, we've got time for that, doll" He whispered as he yanked you to give you another kiss before letting go of you. "Kneel" He ordered.

You raised your eyebrows as you slowly got off his lap, making sure to give a final push to his crotch, which didn't go unnoticed. You lowered yourself in front of him, and he grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a swing out of it.

Just as your hands swiftly went to undo his pants, he caught you in the middle and leaned down so he was only inches away from your face. His hot breath was not making it easy for you to control yourself.

"Listen to me carefully, baby. Daddy didn't have a very good week, you know that, don't you?" He asked, and you nodded, looking at him through your lashes. "I didn't get to look at pretty sights while I was working," He continued, "But I'm looking at you now and-" His eyes once again traveled all over your body, his lust left unmasked. "I see that you are all for me to consume, aren't you?" He asked and you nodded yet again, rubbing your thighs impatiently as his words churned your insides.

Today was going to be one of those nights. Marc was going to drag this out, take his time, make you beg as if your entire life depended on it- and you know it would, with the way he can deny you things.

"So, I thought, why get this all done so quickly when I can do this all. night. long?" He kissed right below your jaw, drawing a hitched breath from you as his hand cupped your right breast.

"This is what you are gonna do," He said leaning back, letting you simmer in anticipation. He was giving you order and gods forbid if you were not gonna give your fullest. "You're gonna touch yourself, all over yourself, as daddy watches," He took another swing out of his bottle. "My pretty girl's gonna put up a show so good that I fuck her so hard and good tonight, yeah?" His smile was so sinister that you could've nearly broken down where you were kneeling.

Biting your lips as you crawled back a little farther away from him, so he could have a better view, you felt as if his incredibly intent and growingly wild eyes set on you were more than enough to strip you naked. His own brand of pornstar.

You took off the piece of fabric that provided little protection from the cold in a swift move, an excuse to mess up your hair further. Removing yoir soaking panty didn't take long either. While your one hand started brushing your lips and started sucking on them ever so lightly, you leaned back further, balancing on your other hand, spreading your folded knees wider on the floor. You didn't take much time before sucking on them completely, getting them all nice and wet, looking up to see Marc watching you through hooded eyes, his whiskey bottle held in a tight grasp as if his hold on it is the only thing stopping him for grabbing you back to him again.

Saliva dripping to the floor, you let those same fingers travel down to your chin, the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach, and finally to where you needed them the most. You rubbed your aching clit, throwing your head back as the long-needed pleasure coursed through you. Your other hand massaged your breast and circled your fingers around your nipple. You let out a whine, thinking about how good Marc's hot and wet tongue would feel lapping around it, sucking and kissing it just right.

"Faster" His voice was low and commanding, edging so close to a growl, and there was something so dangerously dark about it.

Your fingers obliged all too quickly as it fastened the pace. Heat spread through your thighs and your aching legs. Your other hand was tugging your hair till you felt a low pain on your scalp, but it only added to the pleasure. Everything felt so good and filthy all at once.

All it took to push you over the edge was one look Marc- and you came undone. You let out a loud moan, not caring about anything anymore. You just wanted him to carry you straight to the bedroom and fuck you like the whore you were for him.

And that was exactly what he did that night, praising his doll about how good she was for him while you basked in the glory of making him feel good. His hands were all over you as he fucked you, the bed creaking along with the sinful sounds of the night. It was paradise on Earth yet again.

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"Every. Damn. Time!" You yelled at your boyfriend who was in no better mood than you.

"You're the one going off on dangerous missions every once in a while, Marc, and you're trying to sell the whole 'I'm doing this protect us' every time I ask you something about it,"

"And what part of it do you not get?" Marc hissed back. "I've got a past that, one way or another, gonna try to drag me back to my bullshit history, and this time I have to worry about you getting dragged into the mess too. As long as I have Khonshu's power, I can protect us from all that,"

"As long as you Khonshu's power, you're going to get dragged into more new mess and have more memories to bury. You think I can't notice the toll it's taking on you?"

Marc scoffed a humorless laugh that showed his disbelief. "So? What do you want me to do? Leave this all behind and run away somewhere with you so we can live out our perfect little life? I fucking owe him my life, goddammit. The last thing we need is a pissed-off ancient diety on our asses because I couldn't hold up my end of a stupid deal!" He slammed the table, not taking his eyes off of you.

They were wide with rage, trying to make you see some sense.

"But that's not what you want, is it? A perfect, happy life, hmm?" He asked, his voice finally calm, moving towards you. "You want in."

"What the hell do you mean, Marc?" You huffed, trying to act like you were done with this, but deep down, you knew he was edging closer to finally figuring it out.

"I knew it," He let out that same humorless, dry laugh again, leaning down and purposefully looking into your eyes. "This is about Tawaret and her offer, isn't it?"

"What? No!"

"Yeah, then what is it?" Marc was inches away from your face now, challenging you to come up with a reason. "And do not bullshit me with the 'I'm worried about you,"

It was true that Tawaret had asked you to be her avatar on the only mission you've accompanied Marc, something that shouldn't have happened in the first place.

You've seen how being an avatar affected Marc, but that was entirely on Khonshu. You had agreed on being Tawaret's temporary avatar because at that time Marc and Steven were in real danger.

Feeling all the power and using it all to defeat real danger and threat to the innocent, gave an electric jolt that nothing ever gave you in your life. You knew you were incredible at it.

Looking at Khonshu and the Boys' toxic relationship, what you and Tawaret had was one of the sweetest and most efficient partnerships. It was true that you wanted to be her avatar permanently because even if you wouldn't seek danger voluntarily, you can defend people whenever they're in immediate danger.

But what Marc said now pierced right through you. "You- you think that's what this is all for? Just that? You don't believe that I do worry about you?" You cursed yourself for how shaky that line came out.

Appearing weak was the last thing you wanted right now. You held your gaze with him, and you could feel him debating over choosing his next words.

"Why would you even want to get into this life, y/n?" He sighed, appearing exhausted already.

"Because I can do some good, Marc, something that I've always wanted to do for since I can remember" You raised your voice, standing your ground.

"Do some good?" He raised his eyebrows. "Do some good. Do you even comprehend the danger that comes along with it,"

"Tawaret would never ask me to do anything Khonshu asks you to do. He asks you to kill, and Tawaret asks me to defend. There's a difference Marc, and- and besides why the fuck would I need your permission to become an avatar, it would be completely my choice,"

"So you do want to be an avatar," he deadpanned.

"I- I just wanna make sure that whatever you do, you don't have to bear it all alone," You had hoped that you saying this might cease the fight, make him see that all this was completely unnecessary.

But Marc seemed to have other plans. "I'm not bearing it all alone. Whenever I come back, you're here for me, aren't you? You think I'll be able to concentrate out there with you on the field, constantly worried-"

"For fuck's sake I'm not a goddamn baby, Marc! What do you think my job is? To be the faithful wife, worrying about her husband who has gone to war and spends every day moping around and scared to death about what is happening to him? Well don't worry, I already am like that. What you don't seem to get is that I hate it," You snapped back.

"Of course," You scoffed when he couldn't seem to find the words as he stood there, his jaws clenched and his eyes set on you. What else could he say? "You only need me to be your own fuck doll whenever you come back home," You spat, making sure every word was laced with venom.

Everything was still. You were nearly panting and shaking with all that adrenaline. You wanted to go off at him, to yell at him till he finally understands what you were trying to say. You wanted him to say something, anything, really.

"You think that's what you are to me?" he finally asked. He wasn't yelling or mocking you. There was just pure rage-filled curiosity in his voice, the one that spent chills down your spine.

He laughed. Dragging his palms down his face, he looked at you like he has just seen you for the first time ever. "My fuck doll?" He came in closer till there was barely any space between the two of you.

You glared down at him, refusing to elaborate on that because, to be sure, you didn't know where that came from either. Was that how you truly felt whenever he came back from a mission?

He brought his hands to caress your cheeks, looking into your eyes, searching deep for something. You thought he was going to say words of affirmation that you were more than that, that he loved you and would always cherish you- what everyone else would've done.

"Well, if that's what you think you are to me," As he cupped your face with both of his palms, you sense nothing but danger all around the room- the kind of danger that made your insides buzz, especially down there. "Shouldn't you be proven right?" His words increasingly became louder as he yanked you by your arm and dragged you to the bedroom.

It all happened way too quickly. You didn't have any time to voice out your protest as he pushed you onto the bed and started taking off his clothes with a wild vigor. You became hyper-aware of everything he was doing. His muscles flexed with every movement of him taking his shirt off in one swift go, throwing his pants away. His dark and messy curls fell in front of his eyes.

And his eyes, oh God, his eyes. You've never seen them this way, filled with so much carnal desire and impatience, so much anger, and desperation all exploding into a messy mixture that ultimately made you fear and anticipate what was about to happen.

It wasn't before long you realized that you messed up. Bad.

"Let me show you how a fuck doll's gotta be fucked," He whispered more to himself as he got himself on top of you. After nearly ripping your top off of you and unclasping your bra in one go, he grabbed your neck tight and brought you close to his face.

"Since you decided that I only treat you as my whore, you're gonna start behaving as one from now. You do only the things that I allow you to do. Do you understand?" His grip on your throat didn't ease as you made your best effort to nod.

"It's a shame, you know, something so pretty as you, looking at me all wide-eyed and scared, is not gonna get any love today," He mused, studying your face, his grip easing a little. You could feel him fisting himself right above your thighs.

Pushing your body entirely down on the mattress, his one hand secured your throat as the other worked on your pants, removing them in a swift swoop.

"Now you listen to me very carefully," He said as his finger traced the lining of your entrance through your panty. "You are not going to make a single sound, and you are not going get your hands anywhere close to me. They're going to stay there by your side the whole time I fuck you."

As his hands left your neck, he wasted no time before getting between your legs, positioning his mouth in front of your still clothed cunt.

You knew what was different. There were no affectionate kisses, no caressing your body up and down, and definitely no loving words presenting a melody to your ears. This was him fucking his fuck doll.

Kissing your pussy once, he removed the panty and spread your legs to reveal a dripping you, your body responding to him without your permission.

"Always a slut for me, huh, no matter how I treat you," He smirked to himself as you felt heat creep up your cheeks. You'd do about anything to cover your embarrassed face.

He dived in, his skillful tongue licking off all your juice in a swift flick. That's where you messed up the second time- when you let out a loud moan, despite him warning you not to. You quickly covered your mouth, in an attempt to try to undo a mistake, but it was too late anyway.

Marc looked up at you, clearly not very happy. "Do that one more time and see where that gets you," He slapped your thigh as you shut your eyes. That was going to leave an angry mark.

He went back to his work, licking and sucking you in all the right way while you squirmed under him, not being able to move your arms in any way, your lips pursed. You couldn't help but let out the tiniest of whimpers from time to time, but he didn't seem to mind, too busy devouring you as if you were his final meal.

There it was, all that heat that churned inside was concentrating and intensifying in a delightful way, threatening to spill right out of you. You were so close to reaching what you knew was a mind-shattering orgasm.

His moans and all the sinful sounds of him eating you out, his strong grip holding your thighs in place was just enough to push you off the cliff, and there it was, right at your fingertips- right when he pulled away.

You nearly screamed out loud. No, no, no. You wanted to yell out his name and ask him to finish what he started. You could feel the burning hot orgasm flickering away as you tried to catch your breath.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't seem to give a flying fuck about it, as he crawled on top of you with a satisfied look on his face.

He chuckled at your silent whimpers. "What was that?" He mocked you, getting in closer. "Oh right, forgot dolls couldn't speak," He said as he covered your mouth with his palm.

You could feel him positioning his cock in front of your hole. "Can't really trust you with the rules," He mumbled as he secured both of your hands over your head with his killer grip.

He didn't touch you anywhere, didn't say anymore as he fucked you. His grunts and the sound of sex and your silent whimpers were the only sounds in the room, so unlike you and Marc.

As you felt a low orgasm building up inside you, you felt more scared than ever. This was going to be ruined too. Marc was never gonna let you have it. He knows all the tell-tale signs of your body when you were so close to coming.

He fastened the pace, his grunts becoming louder and raspier. Marc was usually the one to continuously string together filthy words that made your insides twist and pussy flutter, but now, not a single word.

You could feel both of you reaching your climax, that sweet, sweet ending, but of course, as expected, he pulled away, knowing damn well that was going to get a cry from you.

He slapped your tit roughly when you made the slightest cry and that made you bite your lips hard enough to make yourself shut up.

"Look what you're making me do," he shook his head, looking down at you. He pushed back a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead, admiring what he's made of you- a panting and unsatisfied mess.

"Do you think this is how I wanna fuck you? Hmm?" He asked his palms stroking your cheeks and neck.

He looked so beautiful from where you were to the point it didn't feel fair. His sculpted face and body, his raspy breaths, his eyes that spoke many unspeakable emotions all at once, it was all too much, to the point where you could feel tears stinging your eye.

"Marc," You called to him weakly, and nothing followed that, but he knew- he understood.

He got down to kiss you. It was so passionate. Your lips moved together, conveying about a dozen different emotions. Anger, disappointment, forgiveness, love, lust, worry, love, love, love.

He cradled your head as his lips moved to your cheeks, your jawline, down to your neck, crafting art of his own, a beautiful canvas for him to paint with his teeth and tongue. Surely something he would admire in a few more minutes.

You didn't know if all the rules were still effective. That was when he took your aching arms and brought them up to his hair, letting your fingers comb through it. You let out a loud moan of relief as he kept on kissing you everywhere his mouth could find your skin.

"This," He breathed "is how I want to make love to you," His hands soothed your thighs, stroking up and down. "Because I love you," He kissed your forehead. "I need to feel you with me, everywhere on me," He left a trail of kisses. "Because you're my girl, do you get it?" He broke the kisses to look down at you, his eyes wide and pleading, begging you to understand how much you meant to him.

You nodded slowly, a slow smile dawning on your face. Marc couldn't help but smile along with you.

"And now," His sudden movement caught you off guard. He grabbed your legs to swing them over his shoulders. "We'll get down to some actual fucking, shall we?"

"Oh GOD Yes, Marc,"

"That's my girl," He smirked. Off he went, thrusting deeper and deeper inside you till all you could feel was his hands roaming all over you and how good it felt when he stretched you open.

"Does my cock make you feel good, baby?" Marc grunted and you nodded frantically. Whatever self-control you had over your body had left you, leaving you entirely in Marc's mercy.

"Open your mouth," He commanded. As soon as you obliged, Marc slipped two of his fingers into it. "Suck on them"

And you did, all nice and slow as you coated them with slick, your eyes nearly rolling back to your skull.

A sliver of saliva still connecting his fingers and your lips for a little while, he brought those fingers down to your clit and rubbed them in circles.

At this point, you weren't even sure you were saying anything coherent, just chanting his name over and over again like that's the only thing you knew how to do.

It was just the two of you. The evening slowly gave way to night to rule the sky as you and Marc made love, sweeter and hotter than anything you've felt. Both of you were pressing on to each other in a hundred different ways, burning skins asking for more and more.

The warm and familiar signs of orgasm filled your abdomen again, tightening your insides. Your toes curled as your nails dug into Marc's shoulders.

"Come along with me, baby. That's the way, come with me. With me," He said, holding your head in one hand and working miracle down on your clit with the other one.

Your release was unlike anything you've ever experienced. Everything became merged into one, and time didn't make sense. Your back arched as you and Marc came together. You could feel him releasing inside you, giving you everything that he has.

His hips ground to a halt as he at last rode out both of your orgasms. He slid out of you and fell down on the bed, right beside you, both of you panting, sweating mess.

He gathered you into his arms, cradling you near to his body. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he lifted up your face to face him.

"I love you," He said every word like his entire life depended on them, and at that moment, for him, it truly did. "And no amount of fighting is going to change that fact,"

"I know," You whispered back. "I love you so much too," You smiled back at him, snuggling closer to him.

"Ready to talk about this whole thing like adults in the morning?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and you nodded, giggling a little.

"Now let's get you cleaned up," he said, reluctantly getting out of bed, earning a groan from you.

Rest assured, that night went ahead with no bumps, with both of you feeling more complete and loved than ever. He was yours, you were his, and no amount of deities and their powers can change that.

A/N: This is it!! My first ever fic after 3 long years of terrible writer's block, I hope this wasn't very hard to read, I'm still a lot rusty. I'd absolutely love to hear your opinions on it, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

Also, this is my first ever smut fic ever, I hope it wasn't too bad, alright I'll leave y'all to it.

Also, shoutout to @jakelcckley @laters-gators @budcooper @astroboots @stormkobra-5 these amazing writers who predominantly write for Oscar and his characters for unintentionally giving me enough motivation and pulling me out of my block with their amazing works. Please do go check them out, they're all absolutely amazing.

[bensolosbluesaber]

Moments - Part 2 (Jake Lockley x f!reader)

Summary: There’s no rules for how to cuddle with Jake; you’ve never done it before. The first time you and Jake hold each other. Spiritually, this is a sequel to Moments, but you don’t necessarily need to read that. I wrote Moments before the Jake reveal and felt incomplete without him.

Fluff, pinch of angst

Pairings: Jake Lockley x f!reader, tiny tiny tiny hint of Steven Grant and Marc Spector x f!reader

A/N: Not the fic I thought I’d publish today, but I needed to write some fluffy soft Jake. There’s almost no dialogue in this, which is weird for me. Not edited, but I can’t look at my computer any longer:) Can you tell from my fics that I’m obsessed with Oscar Isaac’s nose and hair?

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In all the weeks you had known him, Jake Lockley has touched you exactly two times. The first time was on your first date when you both reached for the check and brushed hands. The second was a few minutes ago when he politely touched your waist and moved you so he was the one walking closest to traffic.

Since finding out about Jake, you had done your best to include the man in your already complicated relationship with Marc and Steven. He liked it, liked taking you on dates, insisting on paying, driving you all around the city, watching you do little tasks. But Jake doesn’t touch you. Three official dates, and just two barely there touches.

You enter your shared flat together, and you turn to face Jake, shifting on your feet awkwardly. Usually at this point, Marc or Steven will front, and you’ll fall asleep with one of them or cuddle together on the couch. It’s not what you want tonight; you love them, of course, but you want time with Jake.

“Well-” he starts.

“You could stay,” you interrupt before you can think better of it.

His eyebrows twitch together, confused. Don’t you want Steven or Marc now? You kick off your shoes, discard your jacket, and change into sweats and one of Steven’s white shirts. Jake politely looks away, but you can see him sneaking the occasional glance at you through his lashes. You don’t mind. If you did, you wouldn’t be changing in front of him.

You flop onto the bed then fix your gaze on Jake. You nod to the empty spot beside you. It takes him a minute, but he changes into his own pajamas and settles next to you, turning off the lights as he lays down. You’re like two stupid teenagers who can’t communicate, but there’s something just a little bit fun to the whole thing.

There’s plenty of space between you. You’re two idiots laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling, with at least a foot of empty sheets separating you. It’s ridiculous. You set your hand in the space between you, palm up, and wait.

His fingers brush your wrist first, hesitating then moving lower across your palm until finally, finally he interlaces your fingers with his. His thumb traces tiny circles against your skin. You can’t help but smile, and though you’re curious to see his expression you resist the temptation to look, not that you’d be able to see him in the dark anyway.

Jake reminds you of Marc. Like Marc, you worry Jake might be scared off by too much affection too fast, might believe himself to be unworthy of your love. Marc has already worked through that with you. Jake hasn’t. Plus he seems to be twice as stubborn. The last thing you want to do is drive him away.

The bed shifts as he turns his head to look at you. Jake has never fallen asleep with someone. Is he supposed to just hold your hand all night? Does he let go when you fall asleep? Should he cuddle you? Marc said you like that.

“Doing great, mate,” Steven says sincerely, trying to calm Jake’s racing thoughts.

He and Marc have been pushing Jake toward you for a while. Marc needs loved, touched, cared for. Steven too. Jake needs all of that more than both of them combined.

Touch-starved. That was the word Steven used to describe Jake once. For so long Jake only fronted when absolutely necessary to the system’s survival, and that didn’t give him much time to experience the soft things in life. Soft moments like falling asleep beside someone he loved were alien to Jake Lockley.

“Think of it like a hug, but laying on your side,” Marc adds.

“Do I look like I’ve hugged a lot of people?” Jake growls silently.

That makes Marc and Steven go silent; they know all too well that Jake has probably never hugged anyone. A moment later, they’re gone and it’s only Jake fronting.

Like a hug, he tells himself.

When Jake lets go of your hand it’s disappointing. You try in vain not to feel upset, after all, it’s more intimate than anything else you two had done. So when his hand touches your cheek, it actually startles you. He must have given control to Marc or Steven... except when you turn to meet his eyes in the dim light you are certain it’s Jake.

Your body follows your head so you are laying on your side and nose to nose on the same pillow as Jake. Without conscious thought you raise your hand to smooth away the worry lines on his face. He blinks at the touch, then leans forward to press his forehead to yours, your noses bumping gently, a few stray curls falling in your eyes.

When you don’t shy away that’s it for Jake. Any hesitation is gone as he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. He tangles your legs together, and in return, you toss an arms over his waist, accidentally finding bare skin with your fingers where his shirt has ridden up.

Goosebumps prick his skin. The position is intimate, the both of you pressed up against each other, not sure where one body begins and the other ends. But the real intimacy is in how your eyes lock and a rare smile graces Jake’s handsome face. He doesn’t smile for many people.

You tuck your head under his chin, nuzzling into his chest. His smile is so unexpected, so pretty that happy tears are pricking your eyes. You don’t want Jake to see that.

Only when he thinks you’re really asleep does he press a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, running his fingers across your temple and brow with a gentleness he didn’t know he possessed. You relish in his soft touches as you hold him tight and press your bodies as close together as you can.

“Buenas noches, amor,” Jake whispers and kisses your head again. “Duelces sueños. Sweet dreams.”

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Who do you belong to?

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Summary; it has been a week since your obsession with Moon Knight started and Steven have had enough, it's time that he showed you and Marc who you really belong to.

Tags; established relationship, smut, 18+ content, swearing, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink and dry humping if you squint, doggy style, dacryphilia, a mix of mean and soft dom!Steven, jealous Steven is a menace and I love it, slutty y/n, exhibitionist, y/n discovering new kinks, a bit of angst and fluff, it's kinda toxic, I'm making Donna an official warning from now on

Word count; 5,1k

A/n; the smut scene is inspired by a wet dream of mine, what can I say? I'm a whore.

Also a special thank you for my beloved, @friendlyneighbourhood-parker for beta reading this! <3

Hope you guys enjoyed this!

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"So, I've searched the internet and look at what I found."

Steven sigh softly, forcing a smile to his lip as he watched you pulled out your phone and showed him the screen with a giddy smile, too excited to notice how his face was lanced with annoyance.

"This is him, moon knight!" you exclaimed excitedly, "I've finally found some pictures of him with a good quality."

You flipped your phone, looking at the picture of Moon Knight that was caught on one of the random streets of london.

"I wonder why didn't he joined the Avengers?"

You wondered out loud, that question has always been on your mind, the Avengers were the good guy, always saving people and now the planet left and right, why didn't moon knight joined them if he did the very same thing as them?

"Well," Steven started, picking up yet another item before turning his back to placed them on the shelf, "maybe, just maybe, he wanted to work alone? Free from all of those rules that binds him?" his tried to hard to act casual but there's just something about how excited you were about his alter that annoyed him.

Shrugging your shoulders at his answer, you swiped your screen showing yet another picture of Marc in his suit. "Look at this one though!"

Steven looked back at you, secretly rolling his eyes when you weren't paying attention, what's so special of Marc's suit anyway? His was so much better.

"You think so Steven?" his alter's face suddenly appeared behind you, smirking smugly as he stared at your excited face, humming slightly. "she didn't seem to agree. No?"

Steven threw him a glare, flickering his gaze towards you, slightly frowning when he saw your smiling face that was the evident that you do think that Marc's suit is cool, but that's just because he's a hero, right? You've also never seen his full suit.

He blinked, the realization finally hits him. That's right, you've never seen him in action before! That's why you're so hooked on Marc's suit.

Smirking lightly at his alter when the thought pass his mind, you didn't know that Steven is also a superhero, he's sure that you'll think his suit is cooler than Marc's if you knew.

"Oh?" his alter's voice snapped him out of his trance, "and how would you tell her?" he continued, smirking down at him as he took a step closer. "by telling her you're also moon knight?" he teased and let out a fake gasp while covering his smirking lips. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean Mr. Knight."

Steven clenched his fist, seeing his reaction only made the smirk on Marc's face grew wider, he knew he didn't have to be such an asshole towards his alter but he's just so pissed off by the fact that he couldn't have you.

He didn't want to admit it but deep down he knew that he's jealous of Steven. His life, his personality and most importantly his lover, you.

What could he do except teased Steven? It all started as a joke when you were telling Steven, who is your boyfriend about the night you've had with him, you were smiling so brightly and the light in your eyes gave him a reason to love his role as Khonshu's fist of vengeance.

It didn't stopped there, no, he really thought this 'phase' of your fan girling would maybe lasted three days max so he didn't really put any mind to it, but you kept on going and it has been a week since that day.

He felt the hope slowly rooted inside his heart, budding like a seed that has slowly taking it's roots and bloomed into something much more stronger than he could ever imagined.

How could it not? Imagine a week full of your constant excitement, when everytime his alias left your lips, he felt the goosebumps on his skin, sometimes he imagined how his name would rolled on your pretty tongue.

Marc was never a selfish man, but now that you've come to the picture, he really thought he had changed.

He had always wondered how would you reacted if you knew who he is, if you knew about his and Steven's condition and he couldn't help but let his mind wondered further.

Would he have a chance with you if you knew? Are you open to the idea of having two boyfriends? You would, wouldn't you? after all, he is your hero.

Steven suddenly stood up, startling not only Marc but also you.

"Steven? What's wrong?" you questioned your boyfriend, your voice was lanced with worry when you saw how deep he had furrowed his eyebrows, not at you but behind you.

You bit your lip. Suddenly the thought of his manager passed your mind. Fuck, Is Donna there?

You looked back, finding that nobody is there, not even a tourist in sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows before looking back at your boyfriend who's already staring down at you. He still didn't answer your question, that's not like him at all.

Steven is someone who always, you mean always put you up first before anything and this isn't like him to just ignore your question. Sure you've seen him out of character way even before you've even dated, is this one of those moments? Or are you overreacting?

"Baby, what's-" Steven didn't even let you finished your sentence. He stood up, turning his back before walking away, leaving you with your mouth still opened.

Now you're sure that you're not overreacting, he's definitely ignoring you. Oh no, what did you do? Did you made some sort of mistake? Did you offended him? The negative thoughts keep piling inside your mind the longer he kept his mouth shut.

You gulped, gluing your eyes to his broad back, you saw that he went to the back and opened a door. Is that a secret door? How come the Egypt section have so much interesting stuff going on, why is your section so boring?

He looked back at you, his frown never leaving his face. He gestured his head to the side as if to tell you to come inside making you shifted your eyes to your surroundings, scanning for anyone that is near, you didn't know but you felt like nobody should see you walked inside there.

"Come here." he said- no, that was an order. You gulped once again, nodding your head before standing up on your feet and hurriedly walked towards him, eyes never leaving his chocolate colored one as you stepped inside the small room.

You looked around, there wasn't really anything there, just some old and out of date items that were either broken or dirty, there's also an old wooden wardrobe inside with a very dirty mirror.

The room was very small and it had a lone table in the middle of it with a bulb that flickered once in a while, it's not that bright either.

Too busy with your observations, you didn't even realized that Steven had already closed the door, looking intensely at your backside before he swiftly locked the wooden door behind him with a loud 'click' sound. That's when you realized your situation.

"Steven, what's going on?" you turned your body to his direction, nervously laughing, you unconsciously took a step back when he strode closer to you.

You didn't know why you're intimidated by him, he's your boyfriend, your sweet sweet Steven he couldn't harm you, right?

Your back hit the side of the table and you gripped them hard in response, gulping down as his larger figure loomed over yours. Has he always been this big? How could you have not realized this before?

He shook his head, gently leaning closer making your breath hitched in your throat, you uncounciously leaned backwards, trying to maintain the distance between you. This is making you more nervous, why is he so quiet?

"Do you really like Moon Knight that much?" he finally asked, you let out a breath that you didn't knew you're holding, all the nervousness washed away with a single sentence from him.

You opened your mouth and let out a weak laugh, "did you really pulled me to the side because you're jealous?" shaking your head to the side at his behavior. You finally took a step closer, the feeling of nervousness that has reside in your chest washing away and was replaced with a warm feeling instead, you brought your hand to the sides of his face, "hm?" tilting your head with a big smile plastered on your face, "That's really cute."

He gripped both of your hand that rested on his cheeks, nodding his head with an even deeper frown.

"Right, I'm jealous." he admitted, chocolate eyes never leaving yours when he said that, "you're mine, aren't you?"

"You already know the answer."

"Then why are you always talking about some guy with a suit?"

Once the words left his mouth, he mentally cringed at his own behavior. He lowered his head, he decided to look at your shoe instead of your face. He's embarrassed, how could he said that to your face? That was really childish of him. Now, you'll think he's some man-baby that needed attention. No, what if you suddenly left him because of it?!

You saw the look on his face, you knew that look, he always had that look when his mind started to wondered away into the dark little corner inside his brain.

You Don't want that, you lifted his face so that he could meet your eyes, you softly smiled at him. "Steven, you know that you own me, right?"

Slowly he looked up, boring his eyes into yours and you saw it, the doubt that clouded his beautiful chocolate eyes that you adore so much.

"Do I?" he asked after a second of hesitation, his voice was barely above whispers. He gulped, letting out a breath as he repeated the question, louder this time, "Do I truly own you just like you said?"

You hurriedly answer him, "Of course." not even wasting a second. You leaned closer, rubbing the skin on his cheek as you let your eyes wondered down to his lips for a moment before drifting back to his eyes.

"Nothing, I mean nothing, could change that fact." you smiled brightly at him, he couldn't even stop the words that escaped his lips afterwards.

"Then prove it to me," he demanded, leaning closer to you, "right here," he looked down at your lips as he continued his sentence. "right now." you gulped, "can you do that?" unconsciously biting your bottom lip while he bit his own.

You wasted no time and pulled him closer, in a hurry to taste the lips of your sweet lover. There's just something different about Steven today. The way he kissed you was different, it wasn't slow and sensual like he usually does but rough and passionate instead, as if he's trying to proof a point and to be honest, you loved the new pace that he set.

You were moaning through the kiss, a surprised gasp escaped your lips once he suddenly grasped both of your hips, squeezing them softly, humming lowly he gave another lick into the kiss and pulled away.

You whined when he did that, opening your eyes, you stared at his lips as you desperately chases after them.

He lowly chuckled and lifted you up easily as if you weight nothing, placing you on the lone little table in the middle of the small room, he put his hand between your thighs, "open." he whispered beside your ears, his hot breath was fanning your skin, making the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, but when you didn't do it fast enough he gripped both of your thighs and pried them open himself, gesturing his head forward to let you know he wanted you to lay down flat on the table.

You couldn't say or do anything, not that you wanted too, Steven has never been this mesmerizing and demanding before and you felt like you were hypnotized by this change of him, so you obeyed him without any question asked.

"Aren't you a good girl?" he taunted, lifting your skirts up slowly, letting his fingertips teased your skin, you could felt the goosebumps when he did that.

He gently pulled your panties down, eyes never left yours in an intense eye contact, you unconsciously nodded, agreeing to his words earlier.

"I want you to be quiet, can you do that for me?" his voice sounded calm but at the same time very demanding. Before you could answer him, his hand was already spreading your pussy open, chuckling as you let out a surprised gasp when he put one of his thick fingers in.

If he wanted he could ruin you with just one of his finger and he knew that. You were trying your best to stay calm and quiet, but how could you when the only thing that you could felt and heard was the way that his fingers were deliciously pumping in and out of you as your pussy let out the most embarrassingly wet sound that you've ever heard in your life.

"Steven-" you accidentally let out a loud moan, making him shook his head with a disappointed expression painted his gorgeous face.

"Shush now, we don't want the people outside to," he put another finger in, fastening his pace as the smirk on his face widened when you bit the back of your hand to muffled the moan. "hear anything."

You eagerly nodded, gulping the saliva that polled on the back of your throat. He purposely pushed his fingers deeper inside and leaned down, eyes boring deep into your already stained with tears one.

He looked down to your parted and bruised lips, feeling his own dried up by the sight, opening your legs wider, he stood between them, gripping your inner thigh hard as he leaned down to meet your lips in the middle.

He shallowed your moans while tightening the grip on your inner thighs again, you're sure it'll leave a mark but you couldn't careless, not with the way his fingers fucked into you making your head spins and the thought of him is the only thing that is in your muddled brain right now.

His half hooded eyes only stared and focused on your full on desperate expression, eagerly watching every twitch of changes your face made.

he pulled away far enough to speak, "You close, love?" he teasingly murmured, brushing his lips against yours with every word, cocking one of his eyebrows at you. You let out a quiet "yes" that followed with a moan right after.

Suddenly there's a voice behind the locked door, halting his movement all together. He looked back while you bit the back of your hand, mentally cursing whoever that's behind that old wooden door.

Your mind was racing with thousands of scenarios and the rapid heartbeat in your chest didn't help either.

Who's that? Is that Donna? Please, don't let it be that nosy Walmart Adele.

"Stevie?" fuck, it really is Donna. It looked like the fun time is over, you groaned in annoyance, placing both of your elbows on the either sides of your body to support your upper body.

Suddenly Steven began to move his fingers again, slowly teasing your clit this time, you caught yourself hissing at the contact.

You threw a confused look at your boyfriend, he looked back and leaned towards you, brushing his lips with yours. "I need to taste you, love." he murmured, you tried to protest but he put his index finger on your lips in a shushing manner instead, "all you have to do is be a good girl, just as you were earlier." he picked up his pace, rubbing your clit faster.

"Steven, please-" you choked a sob, trying your hardest to maintained the voices from spilling out of your lips but the sound of your wet slick underneath was making you self conscious, it's so loud and sounded so lewd, what if Donna hears them?

"Stevie!" Donna's voice sirened loud in your ears, you gripped Steven's shoulders as he stared deep into yours not even flinching when he heard her voice calling his name.

"Are you my good girl, sweetheart?" your slowly nodded your head, does he not care about his manager outside? "then act like it." your breath hitched when the words left his lips, feeling your stomach stirs with lust, you gripped his shoulders harder, your hair falling down and covered your face.

Steven panicked slightly, how could he said that to you? It just spilled out of his lips without a thought, did that offended you? No, he didn't mean that.

"Love, I'm sorry, I didn't-" he brushed your hair aside, placing them behind your ears, finally catching the blush on your cheeks that you've tried to hide behind your locks.

He gulped, feeling something inside him stirs widely, biting his lower lip he tried his hardest to held himself back from ravaging you.

"Did you like that?" he questioned, tilting his head to see your expression better, "Do you like it when I'm mean to you, darling?" he repeated when you didn't answer him.

You stay silent, only opting to nodded your head without another word, shutting your mouth tightly as you felt the embarrassment seeping through, did you really just discovered a new kink right now?

"Look at me." your heart felt heavy with embarrassment, but you forced yourself to shifted your gaze to meet his.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say that you like it."

You gulped, biting your lower lip softly before bracing yourself, "I-" you kept telling yourself that it's not like you to shy away but how could you not when the look Steven's giving you right now made you felt small and God he's just so hot that you felt even more nervous.

"I like it," you started, wetting your lip while his chocolate colored eyes followed your every move, "I like it when you're mean to me, Steven." he let out a low groan when you finally admitted it. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Lay down." you blinked your eyes in confusion, "I said," he lowered his voice but his voice was as demanding as before, "lay. down." it came out as a whisper but it was enough to make the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, nervously letting your eyes wondered on his face while he focused his gaze on your glistening cunt.

His breathing started to get heavy just by the sight of it, "such a pretty little cunt," he breathes, softly trailing his fingers down, barely gracing your clit before leaning his whole body down, using his fingers to spread you open so lewdly. "And it's all mine." he lowly growled, glancing upwards to the small glass on the old wardrobe behind you, meeting his alter's eyes with a slight glare where Marc was throwing his own glare st him.

Steven shifted his gaze when he felt the touch on his cheek, you were looking at him needily while biting your lip as you slowly lift your hips up to met his lips, he couldn't fight the smile on his face from forming.

He cooed at you, lifting one of your thighs and kissing the inner part of it before biting them hard, leaving his own teeth mark, you hissed in response while he continued to kiss his way down to the place that you so desperately needed him to be.

"Steven, baby, please." you begged him, all the shyness and nervousness was thrown out of the window and he finally gave you what you want, placing his tongue flat on your already dripping cunt, sucking your clit softly before he picked up his pace, sucking them like a thirsty man who had just been given water.

You uncounciously rutted your hips forward to meet his tongue, as if he isn't close enough to satisfy you.

You wanted more, you needed more of him. More, more, more.

Nothing else mattered, not where you are right now, not even Donna who you didn't even knew if she's still out there or not. None of that.

The only thing that mattered right now is the way that his tongue danced between your wet lower lips as he gripped and mounted both of your thighs that rested between his head.

"Baby, fuck." you breathe, gripping his hair hard and tugging them closer to you making him let out a low groan that send vibrations to your sensitive pussy.

You felt him lick lower, entering your hole with his tongue and moved them inside making you clenched around them immediately.

"G-god, keep doing that." you looked down, staring at his blissed out expression as he ravaged your pussy, he made it looked like your taste was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.

You furrowed your eyebrows, how can he be from a sweet boyfriend to a sex god in mere seconds? How could he eat pussy this good? It was hard to believe that he was a virgin until recently.

He gripped your thighs tighter, snapping you out of your trace, he shook his head to the side, letting his nose rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves all while he worked his tongue in and out of you, you rolled your eyes back, gripping his hair tighter in response.

He finally opened his eyes, chocolate colored one looking straight at your own while he worked his tongue wonders inside you, you let out a broken sob when he particularly pushed his nose hard to your clit.

"'m close, 'm close, baby!" you bit your bottom lip hard, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. Gripping his hair tighter making him let out yet another low groan that vibrates through his mouth to you and that does it.

You placed you palm in front of your mouth, rolling your eyes and hips towards his tongue as you creamed all over his mouth, riding your high as he let you set your own pace, sighing dreamily as he leapt all the juices that you've just let out, not even leaving a single drop.

You hissed, your pussy were becoming oversensitive and Steven was not helping with the way he's still hungrily devouring your pussy.

"Baby, baby, need you, need you so bad-" you groaned, repeating the words over and over again as you tried to pull him away from your cunt, he looked at you for a moment before licking your clit for the last time and stood up.

"You're so good, baby." you panted, opening your arms wide for him to indulge himself in your embrace, "So good for me," you whispered beside his ears, softly licking the soft spot on his ears as he groaned and rutted his hard clothed cock into you.

He's rutting into you heavily until you can almost feel every inch of his cock through the heavy fabric separating you both.

"Are you satisfied with just this, Steven?" you tempted, "we don't have much time left." once again licking his earlobe making him let out a soft moan, he abruptly held your hips, pulling away before he hurriedly unzipped his jeans and whipped his cock out.

It was already so hard, it even looked angry. The tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum, you followed the pre-cum down his length, down to his popping veins and you clenched your thighs at the sight of it.

You opened your legs wide, his gaze fell down as your fingers spread open your pussy lips and watched his cock twitched by the sight of it, he couldn't look away.

You smirked, it would be fun to tease him a little, right? Slowly you let your fingers dipped down, circling your clit as you breathlessly moaned his name, dipping your already wet fingers inside.

"This isn't enough, Steven." you whined, pumping your fingers in and out as your half lidded eyes stared at his lustful expression. "I need you, I need your cock in me."

Suddenly you felt him gripped your waist and turned you around, you didn't even had enough time to reacted except gasping in surprised when he plunged right into you without warning, you let out a strained groan and he did the same.

"Oh, oh, love." he gasped, feeling your walls tightened around him perfectly, as if it was molded to the shape of his cock. "You feel so good."

You only responded with a moan, but it was louder than expected so he quickly leaned down, laying his chest on your back and place his palm in front of your mouth.

"Shhh, don't be so loud." he whispered beside your ears, snapping into you with a hard pace, you gripped the table, fuck, why is he so hot?

He lowly chuckled, feeling your walls clenched around him. "We're discovering quiet a lot today, yeah?" he kissed your ear as he spoke, once he's sure you gets it, he let your mouth go and gripped the both of your waist and started to thrusted his hips forward.

"Steven, baby, baby, please!"

You groaned lowly, placing a hand in front of your mouth again, while one of your hand gripped the table harder as he mercilessly pound into you.

He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, gulping as he looked down and stared at the place where you were both connected, with his cock filling you up and how wet it was smeared with your juices.

It was such a lewd sight and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. "I know, love." he plunged into you particularly hard when he saw the way your body shook, he found the spot. "I know."

He looked up and caught the glimpse of his frowning alter. Oh? Steven raised an eyebrow at him, but Marc's gaze were solely focused on your blissed, drunken expression.

So, he wanted to watch? Fine, Steven would put up a special show just for his alter to see.

He lowered himself and put a hand on your clit, "that's it, love." he whispered, eyes still glued to the glass where his alter stood. "does this feel good?" he continued, circling your clit and pressing them with his fingertips.

You gasped, letting out a small breathless, "yes!" to him. "Nobody fucks this cunt like I do, yeah?" you nodded and closed your eyes, feeling the tears seeping right through your eyelids by how good he's fucking you right now. "Who's pussy is this?" he questioned, you tried so hard to hold the feeling on your stomach from snapping, you want to cum with him. "y-yours." you let out a chocked sobbed.

Marc furrowed his eyebrows at his alter's behavior, finally looking at his face before glaring daggers at him, Steven is doing this on purpose, Steven is showing him this because he wanted him to watch how Steven is owning you right in front of him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You! Only you, Steven!"

That line was like a bullet that plunged right into his chest, leaving a bloody wound that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. Marc finally looked away, disappearing from the reflection of the glass and Steven couldn't feel his presence in the headspace either.

Steven smirked, he had won.

He looked away and kissed your ears, "let go, love." he said softly and just like that you snapped, he placed a hand on your nape, tilting your head to face him and kissed you hard, shallowing the scream that you're about to let out.

You let yourself go by the guide of his voice, he could felt himself getting closer too, he had been holding himself back and now that Marc's gone he don't think he could last long, not when your pussy was cleching around him so delicious, as if you're greedily milking everything that he had to offer.

With a few more sloppy thrust he came, pushing his hips deep into yours as he spilled all of his hot cum inside of you, "oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" moaning into your mouth.

Both of your breathing is heavy, you closed your eyes, feeling his hot and sweaty skin on yours as you tried to calm yourself from the high.

He looked at you, smiling lovingly before whispering a small, "I love you." You couldn't even fight the smile from forming, "I love you more, Steven." you whispered back, leaning in to kiss your lover again.

It started light and soft but Steven slowly started to move his hips again, pumping into you slowly while you moaned to the kiss.

Suddenly Donna's voice rang behind the old wooden door, snapping you both out of your blissed state.

"Stevie! Where in the bloody hell are you?!"

You and Steven stared at each other, placing your index finger in a shushing manner before giggling to each other not even caring on how sweaty and tired you guys are.

"This was fun," you said, "but we have to stop now." he nodded, forcing himself to pull out of you and helped you on your feet, placing you on top of the table while you get yourself comfortable.

"We should do it again sometimes,"

He laughed, shaking his head as he fixed his pants and shirt. "Should we?"

You raised your eyebrows teasingly at his response, pulling him by his waistband and tried to brushed the wrinkles away from his shirt. "Yeah, yeah. Now, where's my panties?"

You looked down but Steven had already picked the piece of underwear, tracing your skin softly he pried your thighs open again, looking deep into your eyes as he put on your panties for you, but not before using his fingers to pushed his cum inside.

"Don't let it dripped out," you gasped at his action, gripping his shoulders yet again. "people would get suspicious." He whispered before tidying your skirts for you.

"You cheeky bastard."

You playfully glared at him, while he smiled giddily in response, kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Your cheeky bastard, love."

You laughed, wrapping your hands around his neck and pecked his lips.

"That's right, mine."

You and him giggled into the kiss when you heard Donna's voice once again complaining from your spot.

"We really should get going."

He said that but he's still pecking your lips repeatedly, "Steven," you whined at him, he sniffled a laugh, "Alright, alright."

You threw a playfull glare at him and tried to stand but you almost fell because you can't feel your legs. Steven of course caught you before you fell down, looking down at you worriedly, did he tire you out?

"Steven?"

"Yes love?"

"I don't think I could walk."

[jake-g-lockley]

I'd like 12 with Reader & Marc Spector if that's ok .(with a slow passionate kiss please 😊)

The Butterfly Effect (Marc Spector x reader)

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Prompt: A picking an eyelash from B’s face, and their hearts are both beating like crazy

A/N: Thank you for this!!! Ahhhhh this prompt is adorable! Saw a butterfly and thought of this hehe, just Marc being head over heels in love. Also there are people who hate Marc?! Marc ‘babygirl coded’ Spector?! Are you fucking for real? I hope whoever hates Marc Spector gets fucking by a giant bright pink dildo with spikes :) 

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Marc Spector hated the idea of doing anything for people. No one ever did anything for him and he could not help to grow up and feel a little selfish. Nevertheless, the butterfly effect kicked in hard the second Steven signed himself up for volunteering. 

“Come on Marc, it’ll be good for us, you know maybe to cancel out all the shit we’ve done for Khonshu?” Steven suggested as he stared at the website.

Marc had reluctantly agreed, as long as Steven didn’t make him go for the sessions. But Marc was curious. He always felt that people who volunteered had hearts of literal gold and he did admire their patience and willingness to go all out for people that needed it. He started co-fronting with Steven to observe these people, to see their purpose. Steven never pointed it out to him directly, only making small conversations to Marc, mainly because he liked the fact that his alter warming up to the idea of volunteering.

Then one day, he saw you. You waltzed into the community hall like a glimmer of hope and Marc thought it was fitting that you were clad in pure white from head to toe, with a white bow in your hair. From the way you smiled, Marc could tell that you never had a bad intention in your pretty head. 

He had never seen a smile so genuine, so pure and it involuntarily tugged at his heartstrings. The way you moved and carried yourself with humbleness made him shamelessly stare and he was pretty sure if he had a mirror in front of him, he knew he would look like a big idiot.

“Mate, she's gonna think you’re a weirdo.” Steven whispered from the back of his head.

“But I am…” Marc said almost in a dreamily fashion.

“If you want a chance with her, snap out of it, pendejo.” Jake called out and Marc blinked, pulling himself out of his trance, arranging his face to something more decent.

Suddenly, you were walking over to him and Marc froze in place, his lips pressed shut and his eyes wide, unable to think about his next course of action. You immediately introduce yourself, stretching your hand in front of you for Marc to take and Jake beat Steven to it and took over the body before Marc could make a fool of himself.

“Marc Spector.” Jake took your hand and flipped it over, kissing the back of it, ignoring the tantrum that Marc started to throw at the back of his head. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed as your face turned red by the cute gesture. “H-hi, Marc.”

To put it quite plainly, you had noticed the man before you a few volunteer sessions ago and had been curious about him. He always seemed to keep to himself and you swore you caught him whispering to himself a few times. You also thought he was very pretty, with his curly hair and big brown eyes that shined with their own secrets. You had been hyping yourself up for a while now, trying to make yourself talk to him, but you chickened out at the last minute.

“What brings a pretty lady like you here?” Jake continued with his rizz and Marc was seething.

He silently agreed to switch with Marc while you explained how you were one of the main organisers and that you were here to check up on some things. Marc nodded along, loving how your voice matched your whole getup; sweet, soft and melodious. 

“So, yea! I thought I’d just come here and introduce myself.” you ended your sentence with a tinkling laugh that almost made Marc Spector fall to his knees, but he persevered and shot you a small smile.

Someone called your name from across the hall and you turned to look at them before offering Marc an apologetic smile.

“That's me. I guess I’ll get going. See you soon, Marc Spector!” you said before hurriedly turning on your heel.

“When will I see you again?” his voice reached your ears before you could go too far, reigning you back to him.

You turned and your hair flew behind you as you smiled at him. Marc was absolutely enraptured. He swore that his head was filled with cotton with the way he can’t seem to comprehend a single bodily function. 

“Next Saturday! When we take the kids from the shelter to the butterfly farm!” you instantly say, and Marc nodded before giving you a wave.

“Guess we’re clearing our schedule for Saturday.” Marc said with a small smile as he watched your hair swing as you walked away. 

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Marc awoke early on Saturday morning. Jake and Steven watched amusedly as Marc danced around the kitchen trying to get his morning coffee ready. Steven was ready to walk the body straight to the nearby hospital when Marc reached out for the loaf of bread and started making toast while wiggling his butt to a random rhythm.

“Jake, I can’t believe my eyes, he’s making breakfast. FOR HIMSELF!” Steven exclaimed as Marc grinned.

Jake just chuckled and decided that Marc could use the happy and healthy boost of dopamine. Gently, Jake grabbed ahold of Steven in their mind and pulled him to the back, shushing Steven like a mother goose when he started to protest. 

Marc finished up breakfast and got dressed as fast as humanly possible after getting out of the shower. He kept checking his hair, combing it back again and again as stray curls dropped to his forehead. He blew at the stubborn curl and dropped the comb, grabbing his car keys. 

The first thing Marc saw when he got to the butterfly park was children swarming you as they got down from the bus. You greeted them with a huge smile that nearly made Marc want to swerve his car into a tree but instead he parked and watched you animatedly talk to the children from his side mirror. His fingers reached out the open window and caressed your mirrored image.

“Fuckin’ simp.” snickered one of the two voices in his head and he pulled his hand back and grimaced, unbuckling his seatbelt. 

“Marc! You came!” You exclaimed, leaving the kids and skipped towards Marc. 

You stopped a little too close to him and Marc gulped and stared at you. You grinned at his puppy eyes and grabbed at his wrist, pulling him to the kids. Your presence made Marc want to start speaking in couplets and rhymes, but he was sure if he did try and open his mouth he would become a blubbering mess, so instead he nodded and smiled at the kids as they introduced themselves. 

Marc was absolutely enamoured by the way you would interact with the kids, talking to them and telling them every fact under the sun as you shepherded them through the farm. He soon found out that his eyes were never satisfied no matter how long he looked at you. He was in his own world and that world was made of you, your scent, your laugh and your smile. 

He felt as though he was dark darkness and you were a bright golden morning that had waltzed through the door of his heart. He suddenly found himself finding refuge in you, like a lost wandering traveller searching for purpose. He watched as your delicate hands softly caught a butterfly to show a kid. He found himself wanting to hold you as gently as the way you were holding the butterfly, as if you were as fragile as the butterfly itself. 

Marc had wandered a little too far behind from being in his own dreams and you noticed, turning and walking back to him as the kids were distracted by one of the tour guides. Marc noticed you walking towards him and panic set in the pit of his stomach.

“Quick! Look at the tree!” yelled Steven. 

“Everything alright?” you asked, genuinely concerned with how quiet he was. 

“Oh, yea, everything’s great, just looking at this…tree.” Marc said, looking at the tree before him, noticing the flowers that had blossomed around it, giving him an idea. 

“Yeah, it's pretty.” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear and blushing at the way Marc was covering up for how he was staring at you all morning. 

Marc looked around for any sign of people watching before reaching his hand out and plucking a flower, smoothly tucking it behind your ear. 

“Marc!” you hissed but couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. 

“It’s pretty, but you’re prettier.” Marc whispered and took a step closer to you.

“T-thanks, you’re pretty too.” the words leave your mouth before you could stop yourself.

Marc wasn’t listening anymore, his eyes were transfixed on a small eyelash that was on your cheek. If only he could focus all his energy to lift his hand, he could brush it away. His eyes dropped to your lips and you noticed it and swallowed the saliva that had been pooling in your mouth. 

Your heart felt like it was running a marathon, trying to pump enough blood to your head to let you think. His hand finally lifted itself and his fingers brushed away the eyelash, making you gasp softly. Your cheek was as soft as a rose petal under his calloused fingers and he couldn’t help but cup your cheek as you stepped in between his legs.

“Eyelash…” Marc tried saying over the beat of his own heart that he was pretty sure you could hear.  

You had been thinking of Marc all week, seeing him in your dreams and hoping that he felt the same way you felt about him. You smiled at the way a stray curl bobbed up and down at his forehead and the tinge of his beautiful flushed cheeks. He was so close and you wanted him closer as you leaned against his hand that was cupping your cheek. 

“Can I?” you knew what Marc was asking and there was no other answer other than yes that could satisfy your anticipation.

He leaned in and softly kissed you, as if he were the air that fluttered around a butterfly’s wing. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss as he pushed at you slightly, losing himself in you. He tipped his head and you couldn’t help but think about how perfectly his cute nose slotted against you, your hands coming to rest softly against his cheek. His lips slotted softly against yours and he tasted delicious, like coffee and butter. 

He pulled away reluctantly and the both of you were greeted with cheers and applause. You gripped onto Marc’s bicep and turned to see the kids and tour guides smiling at the both of you, one of the kids coming forward to offer Marc another flower for you. Marc smiled and kneeled before you, holding out the flower before him. 

“Will you go out with me?” he asked shyly and you shook your head slightly, taking the flower from him kissing his forehead.

“Of course I will, Marc Spector.” you whispered and he grinned before standing up and scooping you into his arms for another bruising kiss. 

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eternal peace ..?

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OSCAR ISAAC WITH BLACK AND WHITE FILTER >>>>>>>

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Moon Knight (2021) #26

[maculategiraffe]

still not over the mcu moon knight show. there was SO MUCH interesting stuff it could have been like four of my favorite stories ever

-the relationship between steven and marc. marc suavely asking steven's crush out on a date to try to get the poor guy some companionship and then fucking it up. steven connecting with marc's wife on a level marc doesn't. FASCINATING DYNAMIC I literally yelled when they hugged for the first time in the afterlife that's some good shit!!!

-arthur harrow's Entire Deal. he used to be an avatar of khonshu until they broke up because khonshu is the fucking worst. now he's an avatar of ammit and runs a beautiful post scarcity commune of homegrown tomatoes and learning all the languages you ever dreamed of. it's great and ammit is great except it's entirely possible she's actually The Worst in more apocalyptic terms and marc who is well aware khonshu is a Horrible Boss has to deal with not only khonshu but khonshu's insufferable ex smiling serenely at him and asking if he wouldn't rather just. be happy :)

-all! the avatars!!! an entire cave system full of humans pledged to the service of various deities! who all know each other! and when marc stumbles in they're like oh. ...hey sweetie you're uh. khonshu's avatar right? and he didn't... um. explain anything to you. clearly. and you are... are you ok? you can say if you're not ok

-and marc being like "first of all no. I am not. clearly I am not ok. but that is BESIDE the POINT"

it was all so good!!! so much potential!!! oscar isaac!!! why did they fuck it up I'm gonna climb a tree and howl at the moon

[letthewhumpbegin]

Moon Knight s1e4

[cosmicblogs]

SLEEPING PILL CHAPTER TWO.

part 1

warnings: swearing,smut implied, fem!reader, marc mentioned, i didn’t prove read sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes.

A week before Valentine's Day, the atmosphere at work was electric. Coworkers and guests bustled about with their partners. Their hands were clasped together; they smiled, kissed, hugged, and bought each other gifts. This scene would have been less painful if it were not for Steven, who was working at the gift shop. Consumed by jealousy, he bit the inside of his mouth while casting longing glances at her - at Y/N. He envied the couples around him, wishing he could do what they were doing, but with her. He yearned to confess his love for her. However, he felt akin to a stalker, observing her from a distance. He longed to ask her out, but a wave of cold nervousness washed over him each time he neared her. His face turned varying shades of red at the thought of possible rejection. If she did agree to go on a date with him, he wondered how he would treat her and how she would react if he kissed her or held her hand. What would it be like if they could freely express their affection in public? Lost in his thoughts, he was jolted back to reality when Y/N approached the register with a few items and some stuffed animals. He blushed at her presence.

Mr. Knight: Do you like anyone?

King: I can be your boyfriend.

Blue: You look so pretty.

DarkUniverse: Let me spoil you.

"Do I like anyone? As a matter of fact, I do. This guy from work, he’s so sweet and he has a nice body," she said, winking at the screen. "I want to ask him out on a date, but I’m scared he’s going to reject me if I do." Steven's stomach started to burn with rage. Who was trying to steal her away from him? Possessiveness washed over his body.

Mr. Knight: I guess I don’t stand a chance then :(

She giggled at his comment. "We will have to see, won't we?" Steven became flustered. It was a live stream; it wasn’t even in person, and she still had an effect on him.

The stream went on for another hour, and he watched her intently as she read to her viewers. When the stream ended, Steven stared at the ceiling in disbelief. She had just admitted that she had a crush on someone, and she was interested in a date. Could it be him? Would she like him? But she said he had a nice body could be him? Steven wore nothing but baggy clothes. The only muscles he had were from carrying boxes around. He didn’t understand how she could find his body appealing.

It was the 12th of February, and the museum hummed with activity as visitors bustled in. Steven, stuck behind the counter at the gift shop, found himself in a monotony-induced daze, his head lazily pressed against the counter, eyes shut. Suddenly, a familiar voice pierced through the quiet. "Steven?" His head snapped up to find Y/N standing before him, looking markedly different with more makeup and revealing clothes than her usual work attire.

Confused and somewhat self-conscious, Steven couldn't help but wonder about the change in Y/N's style. He felt a twinge of guilt, realizing he had observed her so closely that he knew every nuance of her appearance. "Steven?" She repeated, pulling him from his thoughts. "Yes?" He managed a smile, trying to shake off the creeping discomfort. "I want to ask you something," she said, glancing down shyly. Concern furrowed Steven's brow as he responded, "What’s wrong?" She looked up at him with patience, her eyes meeting his. "Would you be my valentine?" Her question hung in the air, and after a brief moment of surprise, Steven beamed, "I would love to," almost bewildered that she would consider asking him.

Later that evening, Steven found himself lying on his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, reliving the day's unexpected turn of events. Y/N, wanting to go on a date with him, filled him with warmth, and his stomach fluttered with butterflies. The details of her asking him played in his mind like a movie. "It's crazy, you know?" he mused aloud, dropping his gaze. "What's crazy?" Marc, who had joined him through the mirror, asked with a smile. "All of this, her wanting to go on a date with me—it's surreal," he confessed, the vulnerability evident in his voice. "Really?" Marc's smile grew, and Steven nodded, his gaze meeting his. "Steven, you’re so oblivious to everything." Marc snorted “What do you mean by that?” His head quirked to the side in confusion.

Steven waited at the front of the French restaurant, his head whipping towards "You look very beautiful tonight," he blurted, immediately cringing at the repetition. Y/N, however, didn't seem to mind. "Thank you, Steven. You don't look so bad yourself," she teased, beaming at him. "Oh, well, I didn't know what to wear. I was kind of panicking earlier," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. Y/N chuckled too, a lightness in her tone. "You have nothing to worry about, Steven. You always look handsome." She fluttered her lashes at him, and Steven couldn't help but smile, his heart beating in his chest. "Thank you." His cheeks turned a bright pink, and he averted his gaze. The host led them to their table, and the pair sat down across from each other, their eyes meeting. "I must confess, this is the fanciest place I've ever been to." He laughed sheepishly, his gaze wandering to the other tables around them. "Don't worry about that," she said softly, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. "Besides, you look quite comfortable here." He shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips. "I've learned to be comfortable in any environment, thanks to my job." Her words put him at ease, and the tension in his shoulders disappeared. "I suppose you're right," he agreed, his lips quirking up. The waiter came to their table and poured them glasses of water before taking their order, leaving them alone once again.

They spent the rest of the night talking, sharing stories and laughing. Steven could feel himself falling more in love with her, his heart warming every time she spoke.

Stevens smile never dropped the events from earlier into the night replaying in his head he was quick to open his laptop his heart racing his ears and his face feeling warm and turning a pale red.

Stevens smile never dropped the events from earlier into the night replaying in his head he was quick to open his laptop his heart racing his ears and his face feeling warm and turning a pale red.

“Marc she looked so unbelievably beautiful I can’t believe that happened i want to see her again, so badly i want to kiss her i want to hold her i want t-” steven was interrupted by marc “okay lover boy ain’t no one wanna know” steven rolled his eyes at his remark “you know if you’re relationship escalates you have to tell her about ‘mr knight’ you can’t just lurk in her streams” marc’s comment made his throat drop to his stomach “you know im right either you stop or you tell her”.

Steven's heart was in his throat as he considered Marc’s words. His emotions were a tangled mess, excitement and fear wrestling within him. “yeah your right” he said in defeat “i know i’m right” marc responded snickering back at him Slumping back in his chair, Steven let out a heavy sigh.” but how will I tell her?, I don’t wanna freak her out, I don’t want to seem like a creep…” steven said softly while fidgeting with his fingers, “but you are Steven, what did, no what your doing is creepy” marc said telling him off “yeah I understand, you’re 100% right, should I call or text her?” steven said anxiously “up to you bud” marc said. Steven sat there mulling over Marc's words, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. He picked up his phone and stared at the screen, willing himself to make a decision.He dialled her phone number with ease but his hand trembled as he hovered over the call button. "Come on, Steven, you got this," Marc urged, his voice laced with impatience, steven gulped and built the courage to call He pressed the call button and held his breath. The dial tone echoed in his ear, each ring amplifying his anxiety.”Hello?” her soft voice ringed through call “hyia love” steven said nervously “hi stevie” he smiled, he hated when donna called him that but you did it was different “well um i wanted to talk about something with you”,he started, his voice wavering. "It's kind of important.” his voice trembled “well go on tell me” she said back tenderly Steven took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. “i’ve always had a crush on you and i didn’t know how to tell you and…” his breath shuddered “and when i was in my private time… i saw a cam girl who had the same body and the same voice as you and i realised it was you but even afterwards i still you know… to her streams, well to your streams; i’m mr knight” The silence on the other end of the line was palpable, “steven i already knew” His heart skipped a beat. “Y-You knew?” pure shock rushed through him “you and mr knight speak the exact same and he kept asking me about my work and when i made a stream talking about a work crush the next day you kept speaking and staring at me” she chuckled softly, steven blushed at his obviousness “I’m flattered to be honest i appreciate that you find me that attractive” Steven felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "Y-You do?” she was quick to respond “Mhmm, it’s adorable” The warmth and sincerity in her voice melted Steven's anxiety.

“steven” she called out to him His heart raced. “Yes?” he responded quickly “wanna feel the real thing?”

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i’m so sorry this took so long to make i really hope you like it tho and i’d appreciate any feedback and reposts or requests.

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