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Hello darling! Congrats on getting 3000 followers, you honestly deserve all of them and even more. I wanted to submit this little thought and see if you liked it. Love you darling!!

Prompt- 8 and or 23 with the Moon boys

I was imagining a heartfelt smutty moment but you do whatever you want love!!

.⋆｡Moon and The Stars｡⋆.

Marc Spector x plus size reader

Steven Grant x plus size reader

Marc always believed that you loved him because you loved Steven and it’s time to prove him wrong

Warnings: Marc being insecure, hurt/comfort, fluff

WC: 1k

A/N: this is kind of shit, im sorry Finley 😭

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Marc knew that Steven was your favourite. Where Marc was hard and traumatised, Steven was whole and bright. Steven brought you flowers and pastries while Marc brought wounds you had to stitch closed in the middle of the night and 5 lifetime's worth of nightmares.

You fell in love with Steven and Marc was just along for the ride.

“Honey! I’m home!” You called into the studio apartment, quickly kicking off your shoes that would have to be retrieved in the morning. “I was thinking of some Chinese or Thai tonight cause I can’t be bothered to even think about cooking.” The TV was on a low volume, providing a comforting white noise that drowned out the sounds of the London streets below.

You spotted your boyfriend’s mess of dark curly hair peeking up just over the couch and made a b-line for him. “How was your day honey?” He didn’t respond.

Marc sipped his beer, his gaze fixed on the Cubs game. He knew you wanted Steven to greet you but he didn’t think he could stand watching you lather his alter with attention and love while he was forced into the side-lines. He wanted you for himself but he didn’t deserve that. 

You appeared in his peripheral vision, all smiles and exhaustion. “Hi baby.” Your voice softened as if you were approaching a feral cat. And maybe that’s what he was to you, just a poor little kitten who’s never been loved, accepted into your home because you pity him.

Your hands curl into his perpetually knotted shoulders, absentmindedly kneading the tension away. Marc melts into your touch, as he always does. Gently, you kiss the side of his head, just above his temple where grey is already starting to overrun the black. “So what do you think?”

He hums and then seems to come back to himself. “Bout what?” His accent is thicker when he’s tired. He half expects you to be angry, to scold him for not listening, but instead you just chuckle under your breath.

“About dinner baby.” You seem to have no issue with the fact that it’s Marc on your couch and not Steven, but the venom in his stomach gurgles, reminding him that you’re just nice. You would never tell him outright what he already knew to be true.

“Whatever you want.” He shrugs. Your arms wind around his neck and your lips move lower. You kissed his ear lobe then the hinge of his jaw before finally settling on the length of his throat. You gave him a playful nip before pulling away.

“Chinese it is then! Let me get changed and then I’ll order.” You began to walk away and Marc can’t help but look back at you as you do. “Do you want your usual?” Those five words seemed to punch him in the chest. It was so casual, so domestic. 

“What about Steven?” You glanced over your shoulder from the ‘bedroom’ as you pulled off your work shirt. Marc sucked in a breath at the sight of your naked back.

“I’ll get him something too, don’t worry.” Marc shook his head in almost a child-like manner.

“No.” He cleared his throat, “Steven, I thought you would want to eat dinner with him, not me.” Your eyebrows furrowed in what seemed to be genuine confusion, it made his stomach twist with anxiety.

“I ate dinner with Steven last night, now I want to eat with you. Unless you don’t want to.” The insecurity that laced your tone sent Marc into a tailspin. 

Bloody comfort her already! Steven screamed in his head. He bolted from the couch and took you into his strong arms. “No no, I do. I just thought that maybe you’d want him cause you like him more.” 

You wretched out of his hold like he had burned you, your eyes blazing with an anger that would make even Khonshu fall to his knees. “Marc.” Bashfully, he turned away. He couldn’t bear to look into your eyes, to see the truth that lay there. 

But you weren’t having that.

Your soft hands cupped his unshaven cheeks, forcing his gaze back to you. “Marc, listen to me carefully when I say this- I do not have favourites in this relationship. I love you and Steven equally. You both are my people, my boyfriends. I know I lay it on kind of thick with Steven but he does the same for me. But with you, we can do nothing together. We can just sit side by side and that’s enough for me because you’re next to me. I like watching baseball with you even if I don’t understand it. I like when you make me coffee in the morning when you think that I haven’t gotten enough sleep. I like that you double check my bag before I leave the house because you want to know that I have everything I need for the day. I like when you get annoyed, your nose twitches like a bunny. I like that when you smile, your eyes fucking sparkle. I like that you have to sleep on your back no matter what, even if it pushes me off the bed. I like that when you get nervous, you play with my fingers. There are so many things about you that I utterly adore.

“I like you Marc. I love you so much it hurts. I think about you constantly, to the point where my coworkers are actually getting concerned. I miss you even if you’re only in the next room. So please, don’t ever think that I just put up with you for Steven’s sake because I don’t. I love you.” Marc didn’t realise he was crying until you wiped the tears from his cheeks. 

The sob that ripped from his throat was the straw that broke the camel's back. Suddenly, you were on your knees together, his face in the crook of your neck as he held you as tight as he possibly could. “My Marc.” You cooed, one hand buried in his hair, the other on the centre of his back, stroking up and down his spine slowly. 

Marc looked up to you once his tears dried. Your eyes were red too but he could clearly see now what he had been purposefully ignoring for so long. You looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars and he knew that he would do it, just for you.

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Perks of Being a Wallflower

Jake Lockley x plus size fem!Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: rated T for thirsty jake, author does not dance but saw it on the tv once (i'm mostly kidding), mustachioed jake jumpscare (tagging for the haters), no use of Y/N

wc: 1.9k

fic summary: For Jake, a night on the town means sticking to the background, listening for signs of trouble. That all changes when he sees you at the dance hall.

A/N: still on the jake train and I am making it everyone's problem. just wanted to preface by saying, as a curvy girlie, i recognize that plus size folk are not a monolith. so everything in this fic is based on my own experience, etc. enjoy!

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Jake likes to keep his intel hotspots in rotation. 

Mondays and Wednesdays he'll head to the diner after a day in the cab, refueling and checking in with his network.

Tuesdays and Thursdays he'll hit the bars. Weekends are mostly for driving.

But Fridays? Fridays are for dancing.

Jake's guilty pleasure is scoping out the dance hall. The clubs have their appeal, but there's something timeless about the hole in the wall he’d discovered a while back. Nothing special, just a cozy ballroom with a bar, tables lifted on a platform framing ¾ of the room and turning the dance floor into an inverse stage.

Tonight he nurses a beer in the corner, listening to a couple of seedy characters describe some suspicious activity at a warehouse he'd been tailing. But he hasn't caught much of their conversation. Truth be told, he's a bit distracted tonight.

Because of you.

He'd seen you come in with four other people, two couples by the look of it. He'd been immediately taken by you: while some patrons came to dance in jeans and t-shirts, you'd dressed to impress. He'd shamelessly raked his eyes over your form, generous curves hugged by the bodice of your dress that trailed down over your ample hips. You walked with a timid sway, the movement inevitable even as you drew your arms about yourself, settling into your seat with care at a table clear across the room from him.

As much as he's tried to fight it, his attention always drifts back to you: poised and pretty, eyes scanning the room as one couple, then another leaves you for the Latin-dance-of-the-week group lesson hosted like clockwork every Friday. The instructor drones on, but Jake is zeroed in on you: all softness and warmth, criminally tucked away from the rest of the fun.

The warehouse can wait.

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You don’t consider yourself the kind of girl someone crosses the room for.

That’s probably why you don’t notice the determined stranger making his way across the crowded dance floor, eyes trained on you as he adjusts his cap with a smirk.

You’re taking another sip of your overpriced cocktail when you hear an unfamiliar voice below you.

“Not a fan of the rumba?”

You finally register the man standing by the corner of your table. He’s handsome, you have to admit, his dark features highlighting kind brown eyes, creased from his almost too-eager smile. When you realize he’s talking to you, your words are still slow to come out.

But he doesn’t miss a beat. “It’s the mustache, isn’t it?” He grins sheepishly, dragging a palm across his lower face. “Knew it’d skeeve some people out, but I thought I’d give it a go.”

“No,” you say too quickly for your own liking, “It’s, ah– nice. Suits you.”

You’re met with a cheeky grin as he steps closer, eyes half-lidded as he leans in. “I’m Jake. Nice to meet a friendly face.”

You eye him warily, wondering what his angle could be. A quick glance around the room confirms there’s only so many unattached women surrounding the dance floor. You sigh internally. The game is always the same: keep them entertained until the girls they really want to talk to come back from the bar, or the bathroom, or stray just far enough from the guys they arrived with.

Might as well play along. 

Settling back into your seat, you tell him your name. His grin widens as he echoes it with something bordering reverence, and you bite your cheek to keep from smiling too wide.

Jake props one elbow on the table, looking up at you. Seems like he’s not going anywhere for a while.

“I gotta know– you not a fan of the rumba?”  He asks again, staring up at you dreamily. You don't catch it, your eyes flitting between him and the dance floor. The lesson is over, and couples spread out to dance independently.

“Hm? Oh, um– it’s alright,” you say with a shrug, arms wrapping around your middle again. “Just not a dancing night for me.” 

Truth be told, it’s been ages since anyone’s invited you to dance. You’ve contented yourself with watching, although something deep inside aches for someone to ask you to–

"Dance with me."

You raise an eyebrow, struck by his bluntness. "I'm sorry?"

He leans in, both arms now resting on the table. "Dance with me, doll." His grin widens as he drinks you in. Your cheeks heat under his gaze, and you almost believe the admiration behind his eyes.

You press your lips together and look back to the crowd. "No thanks."

"I promise I don't bite," he teases, baring his teeth for effect. The slight gap in his smile catches your eye and you look away again. He's definitely a charmer.

"I…" you trail off, searching for an excuse but find you're hesitant to give it. 

Your self-sabotaging streak wins out. "Sorry, I have to keep the table for my friends." You nod toward the couples you came with, each person settled in the arms of their partner as they stumble through the rumba on their own. Your frown deepens; it does look fun.

Jake hums and props his head on one hand. "Don't tell me you only tagged along to watch their purses? Not the best of friends," he adds, critique mixed with sympathy.

You almost tell him that this wasn't the plan, you were meant to have a date tonight. A date who suddenly couldn't make it once your friend had caved and sent him a picture of you– a snapshot you'd both hoped wouldn't "fatfish" but was flattering enough to entice him to commit. Clearly he didn't.

You consider telling him everything, so lost in thought you don't realize he's been saying your name. He calls you once more, and you snap back to the present, tearing your eyes away from the dance floor.

"Sorry, what was that?"

As you speak, Jake walks around the table until he's closer to your side. He holds out his hand.

"C'mon, one dance." He asks again, angling his head to catch your eye. "Please?"

The last of your resolve absolutely crumbles at the way his voice softens with every word. As if you have something he wants. As if you could reject him and make it sting. 

Oh, what the hell.

"...Alright. One dance." 

You didn't think he could smile any wider, but he does– tossing his cap onto the table and trailing a hand through his thick black curls, he's all crow's feet and smile lines as you accept his hand.

Jake weaves between dancing pairs with you in tow, until you reach the middle of the floor. Your eyes dart around at the couples surrounding you, but a gentle touch under your chin brings your attention back to him.

"Just focus on me, yeah?" His voice is still soft, keeping you grounded in the eye of the busy dance floor. You nod, letting out a shaky breath.

"Right, so–" Jake clasps your right hand and raises it to chin level. He moves your left hand to cradle his shoulder, and places his right hand on your shoulder blade. It takes everything in him not to squeeze the flesh under his palm; you're just as warm and soft as he'd thought you'd be.

He talks you through the basics, how to time your steps and the flow of each movement. Every so often, he’ll lift your chin again, since you keep looking at your feet to keep up.

You catch on quicker than you’d expected. Even though your cheeks are blazing, you feel yourself loosen up– your body relaxing, your hips swaying a bit more freely. 

Jake can tell: he’s never short of praise and encouragement, and has to remember his own advice to stop himself from watching your hips the whole time.

"Alright," he warns, "here's something a little tricky-"

As soon as you feel his hand flex, you know what to do. You step out and deftly spin under his arm, hips swaying with a cheeky flourish for effect.

Jake barks a laugh of surprise, arms settling back into place as you complete the step.

You let yourself crack a smile. “You third wheel enough of these dance lessons, you’re bound to pick some things up.”

“No kidding,” he affirms, resuming an easy rhythm for you both. You’d think he was born with that grin on his face, the way it hasn’t faltered since he introduced himself.

One song bleeds into another, but neither of you notice. Instead, you draw closer together, your frame more relaxed and your heart racing. With every beat, you fight back the budding intoxication of the moment. Because this can't be real; this can't be something that lasts. No matter how many praises he showers, winks he offers, or lingering brushes against your hips, shoulders, seemingly anywhere he can touch you, you know you won't be hearing from Jake once you leave this dance floor. That's how this always goes down.

The song ends and you both slow to a stop. Slightly breathless, your hands trail up to Jake’s shoulders, thumbs tracing the fabric there as you work up the courage to ask one last question.

"So… is this the part where you go back to your friends and tally up who got the big girl to believe you were interested?"

Jake's brows knit together, his hands pressed to your shoulder blades to hold you steady. "I don't-"

"Oh please, you don't have to pretend. I survived high school, I can take it." You smirk, worrying your lip to keep your disappointment at bay. This was a nice fantasy, but you know how this ends.

The band starts to play a slower tune, and his eyes meet yours. In a flash of flexed arms and footwork, you’re suddenly looking up at him, body tilted back as he dips you. A cheeky grin is plastered on his flushed features.

"Doll, you misunderstand." He draws you back up, bringing you cheek to cheek as the stubble of his warm face scratches your skin. He continues, voice low and close to your ear:

"We're dancin' because it'd be criminal to leave such a pretty wallflower unplucked all night." He starts to sway in time to the music, still holding you. An invitation to stay, to do this all again.

You lean back; his rapt attention is trained on you like before, the warmth in his brown eyes seeping into your cheeks. Your face blossoms into the widest smile, your soft angles catching the light and making you look downright radiant. 

"That's… so corny." And you laugh, a rich, uninhibited sound pouring from your lips until tears nearly spill down your cheeks. 

Jake takes it all in– the vision that you are. His hand trails down to the softness at the small of your back. The way you quake from laughter sends a thrill up his spine, and he chuckles in turn. If he wasn’t holding you, he swears he’d be a little weak in the knees.

You rest your forehead against his shoulder as you calm down. “What’s one more dance?” You breathe, letting yourself move in time with the music.

Jake bites his lip and nods, taking your hand again. “Thought you’d never ask, doll.”

With a flick of the wrist he spins you out, eliciting another laugh from you as he pulls you back in.

The warehouse can definitely wait: his night's going to be spent drawing that sweet sound from your lips as long as you'll let him.

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A/N: when I say "brainrot," i mean i couldn't sleep until i set this gd thing to publish (don't ask me what time)

huge shoutout to @hon3yboy @chrissymodi-frost and @mrsnadeem for letting me ramble in your DMs about dancer!Jake, all my love my darlings <3

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The Man Next Door

Jake Lockley x plus size black female reader

This blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 4.1k

Summary: You've been eyeing your neighbor Jake for the last few months. A major even and discovery puts things into perspective. You make your move after the dots are filled in.

Warnings: Mentions of blood (various amounts), violence, one minor character death, sprinkles of Spanish, first aid, unprotected P in V (wrap it IRL), aftercare

Notes: My first Moon Knight fic! 🥰 It's been in the works for a bit. It's a half of a request for @megamindsecretlair I asked her what she wanted in it and she told me. We'll see if I delivered on that or not. 😄Dividers are designed by the wonderful @saradika-graphics ❤️

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Sometimes he has blood on his hands, attempting to wipe it off with a rag, other times there are small drops of splatter on his chin and cheek as he gives you a morning nod before you head off to work.

He’s never without a drop of crimson on him, no matter what time of day you happen to spot him. It makes you keep your distance from him, not indulge in idle chatter like your other neighbors in your apartment building, ask to borrow items or even keep a package or two for you.

You’re curious about him, about Jake Lockley.

He’s been your next door neighbor for six months. You haven’t heard anyone in his apartment or seen anyone visit. It was odd, that you’re sure of. He only gets a few pieces of mail and seldom any packages. Never rude and never too friendly either. A fair distance away from any who may try to get to know him.

You wonder if you should have ever spoken to him now. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him and had your morning farewell nod. You walk from the bus stop to work each day, it’s less than ten minutes and you count it as your exercise. This is the night you see him again, your neighbor. Walking home like every other night, you happen to hear a thud and look in its direction. Sure you left work an hour late due to your boss being a dick and wanting you to finish putting together the reports for tomorrow, but at least you got overtime out of it so you hadn’t minded too much. Maybe you should have.

You can’t say it’s completely unexpected, there’s only so many reasons Jake would have blood on him but it’s still shocking. It’s not everyday you see your neighbor standing in a pool of someone’s blood. Honestly you can’t tell the gender or the person or ethnicity from the distance and from the amount of blood.

There’s just so much. Dripping from his hands, splashes on his face and clothes.

No wait…the clothes are odd. They went from some off gray looking robes to his normal jeans, and jacket. Maybe you’re hallucinating. It’s then that you feel a hand on your arm.

“You know him, don't you woman? What do you know about him? Tell us!” When you turn to see who the hand belongs to, you’re met with a knife that grazes your cheek. There are four men in addition to the one holding you for a total of five. You’re shaking your head, it’s not a lie, you don’t know anything about the man other than his name and that he lives next to you. His grip strengthens on your arm as you try to pull away from him and the other men watch amused at your attempt to try and escape. Their laughs are replaced by curses as you stomp on your assailant’s foot and drop your bag to punch him in the face. He’s stunned so his grip loosened finally to give you a chance to go for the knife and you do.

There’s blood on you now. Not on your hand you punched the man with, but on the knife and your white button down from where you went for your assistant’s neck. He’s holding the side of it, trying to apply pressure but he’s shaky on his feet. One of his friends, you assume, grabs him to help him but he slumps in his arms, the man’s hand falling slowly from his neck.

Did you just kill someone? What the hell is happening?

(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake? I thought she was one of the many worms. It appears she is not. You may want to don the suit again. She has spirit, but not skill nor strength. She’ll not last long.

(Jake): I hear you loud and clear, you old bird. What is she doing here anyway? She’s normally off work and at home by now. I know her routine and she doesn't change it by much. I knew she had a little fire in her, she went right for the neck, most would have gone for an arm or torso.

The three other men are circling you, screaming at you about their fallen friend and how they’re going to take their time in torturing you no matter if you actually know anything about Jake or not. You lunge at the man closest to you, going for his neck as well since that did the other man in, but he caught both your arms and chuckled.

“Luck like that only strikes once bitch!” He presses his fingertips into your wrists, but you keep hold of the knife, it’s the only weapon you have. But you start to smell more metal - iron, no there’s more blood. It’s not on you, or it wasn’t until the goon holding you falls forward and to step back to avoid his body hitting yours, wrists free, but you’re falling. It seems among all that scuffle, you’d been near a curb and you’d stepped off awkwardly.

You don’t hit the ground though, instead you’re in strong arms. The same gray you’d seen earlier except now there’s a mask, cape and a moon in the middle of his chest? He supports you as you stand up. You’re still holding onto your knife though, adrenaline running through your veins as you hold it close to your chest. He holds your shoulders and gives them a soft squeeze to help you pay attention.

“Mira! Hola! (Look! Hello!) Tch…” Jake’s trying to get your attention but it’s not working. This whole gentle thing isn’t his norm and he can see that your eyes aren’t registering him or his words at all. Not even him squeezing your shoulders, he’s worried that squeezing them harder will result in an injury and the suit only heals him, not you. The blood dripping from your cheek angers him and the men are only knocked out now. He needs to get you out of here so he can come back and find out information from them - slowly and painfully. He releases you and picks up your bag, then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he doesn’t have time to console you, not that he would be any good at it. He hears you squeal then yelling and shifts your back to the same arm he’s holding you with, then pinches your hip.

“Silencio! (Quiet!)” Your body tenses in his arms as he makes his way to the apartment building. He jumps to the fire escape outside of his window as he usually keeps it open for when he doesn’t feel like using the door. He removed that suit before heading in, donning his street clothes and carrying you inside, setting you down on his couch. You’re sniffling, but not crying loudly or yelling anymore which Jake is thankful for. He goes to get a small first aid kit. It was included with some beer he bought when he last shopped for anything really and hasn’t been opened. Kneeling in front of you, he sighs as you’re still looking forward, he’s wondering if he’ll still get soft nods and hellos after this. You might even see if you can move from the building. He wets some gauze with some saline and dabs your cheek, finally you respond by hissing from the sting.

“Oh, now you’re paying attention princesa (princess)? You’re in my place by the way. Stay still.” Jake gives you a brief smile before dabbing your cheek a few more times and applying some antibiotic ointment. It’s not nearly deep enough for stitches or even the little strips they have in here, but he still hates that you were there at all, let alone that you’re not only injured but you also had to kill to survive.

“I..so that was all real, not a nightmare? Oh…so I killed…” You finally drop the knife and in klangs on the floor, your hands take hold of your knees, covered halfway by your pencil skirt. Your realization sinks in that no, it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night. No, there had been a fight, there had been blood and you had indeed killed someone.

“It was self-defense hermosa (gorgeous). That’s all it was. You wouldn’t have had to if I wasn’t slow in getting to you.” Jake takes your hands in his. You finally look at him. He looks like every other day, black leather jacket, dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a wry smile on his face and it’s surrounded by his dark shadowy stubble. When did he change clothes? His eyes are unexpectedly warm in their chocolate pools. You hadn’t really looked at them before, always in passing. You nod and close your eyes. He’s telling you what you want to hear, but you know what you did with that knife. “Come on, let’s get you next door. You should wash up and change clothes. Don’t touch your face though.” He instructs and you follow him to your feet as he stands and walks to his door. His apartment has the same brick walls, though his are more sparse with decorations though you see many books. You didn’t expect any and you’re not sure why.

You aren’t able to find your keys, your hands are shaking so badly and you’re crying again, silently since he told you to be quiet. He regrets that a bit. You’re not accustomed to death and violence as he is, of course it's shocking, most would find it so. “May I princesa?” Jake holds out a hand, he’s not going to force it, it’s not the time. You hand him your back and he searches for half a minute. The bag is large and looks like you keep a lot of ‘just in case’ stuff in it. He finds your keys and unlocks your door, but doesn’t enter with you.

“You’re not coming in? I…” Your voice fades out. You want to ask him to stay, you don’t want to be alone, but would he even want to? He likely thinks you’re a wimp for crying, why would he even want to stay? “N-Never mind Jake see-”

“I’ll be back. I need to tie up loose ends princesa. Just take a nice slow shower, if you get your face wet, clean and apply some more ointment and eat something. You did well, you survived. Don’t feel bad about it at all.” He’s spoken more to you now than he ever has. On one hand, this eleates Jake as he was never really sure how to start a conversation with you, but under these circumstances, it’s far from ideal. His arms wrap around you, bringing your head to his chest. He still smells a little metallic like blood but now like the books in his apartment and cigarettes? You’d never seen him smoke, curious, but not your focus. His heartbeat is steady and one hand touches the back of your neck, his fingers run up into the small hairs you have at the back edge of your hairs, those little ones that no amount of hair grease or edge cream will tame. He’s playing with them though before he lets you go abruptly. “Hasta leugo princesa (See you later princess).” And he’s back to his apartment. Gone that fast. His warmth lingers on your neck and the front of your body and it’s what you ponder while you’re in the shower.

Peeling off your clothes and showering was the easy part. The clothes went in their own small trash bag and would go out with tomorrow’s garbage. It was trying to eat, you made a sandwich and only ate half of it, then there was soup, which normally you love, but the smell made your stomach curl. Eventually, all of the sandwiches went down with some water and on the couch you sat. Alone with your thoughts. You don’t feel any different, but you know what you did with that knife. The blood, the men’s threats, the fear you felt, Jake being covered in blood. What was he going to do when he came back? Where should you even start with your questions? It had been a few hours by this point and you’re staring at the wall when there’s a knock at your door. Standing and hurrying to the door, a familiar voice uttered one word.

“Princesa.” It was the fastest you’d open the door for anyone.

Jake sits down from you on your couch and explains to you who he is, who he serves and why he usually has blood on him. It’s fantastical and had it been any other day, you’d told him to get out and avoided him like he was insane. But the events of the night had told you to believe him and it was honestly better to think he was punishing those causing harm to others than being a serial killer or something else. You do notice something though, Jake appears to be nervous, which is weird, his eyes are darting around and he keeps clearing his throat and moving on the couch, like he can’t get comfortable.

“Did you want to sit in the armchair? You might find it more comfortable.” Your offer makes him stop moving and sigh. Jake’s a little worked up since he’d been doing a lot more of Khonshu work, normally he’d drink to ease himself into some sleep. He should leave. Now. You’re freshly showered, took down a man despite being scared out of your mind, and he held you too long earlier, much too long. He meant to calm you with that hug but it instead had him in his thoughts again.

He shouldn’t have watched you stand either, your wide hips make Jake want to do more than pat them as do the soft caramel of your legs that he sees as you glide over to your fridge to offer him water. He stands as you bring him the water and he gulps it down, thanking you as he starts toward the door.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving already Jake?!” He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him and…that’s not something he can handle right now.

“You’re okay now. I shouldn’t stay any longer princesa.” He doesn’t turn to face you. If he sees your eyes he’s not going to leave. He knows what he’s feeling is partly from all the fighting but not entirely and that’s the part his mind has latched onto and won’t let go of.

“Could I at least have another hug before you go Jake?” You’ve said his name softly, almost with care. How can he say no now? He did give you a hug earlier. He turns to see that you’ve dropped your robe and you are wearing a red silk nightgown that just barely covers your bottom. Your eyes aren’t telling him you want a hug, at least, not just a hug.

“Hermosa, I don’t think that’s all you want from me. Let’s both be honest here. Has this been part of why you watch me as much as I watch you?” His steps are slow, he’s giving you an out. You can say no and give a flimsy excuse like your robe slipped or something. You don’t. You put your hands on his chest and run them up as he did to you, your hands grabbing his curls, their silken texture makes you smile.

“You’d be correct Jake. This dance has gone on long enough. You’re finally in my apartment and I almost died tonight. I also had a long shower as you suggested.” Your plush lips look so inviting and he can’t resist. The kiss is sloppy and his hands are roaming your body, he’d like to rip the gown off of you, but he’s sure you put it on to be admired so he will for a little bit. Jake is much more interested in what’s under it. He bends temporarily and hooks his hands under your knees to lift you up carrying you to your bedroom.

After setting you on the bed gently, Jake slips off his clothes, making a pile on the floor in front of your bed. He’s not one to be embarrassed and is well aware of what he’s working with. His swollen length bobs while he licks his lips. His eyes roam your body as he climbs on the bed, calloused hands start at your ankles and slide up your thick legs. Once he reaches your hips, his hands stay under your nightgown as he pulls it up and over your head. The low groan makes his Adam's apple bob when he sees you weren’t wearing any underwear as you open your legs for him to expose your wetness. You gasp at the cool air and it allows him to capture your lips again, your arms and legs wrapping around him.

He grins into the kiss, lurching his hips forward to have the head of his cock glide across your wet slit. Your hips react and jut forward having the tip enter you, Jake grins on your lips and pulls back but leaves the tip in. “Rather eager aren’t you cariño (sweetheart)?” He takes hold of his length, removing his tip fully and rolls the wrist of his free hand for you to roll over. “I’ll have you from the back first. I want to see that large ass of your bounce.” You roll on your stomach and spread your knees, feeling him lean over and run his hands along your body as he notches at your entrance. His bulbous head is just past your entrance. “Move that ass and push back on my cock. Show me what you can do hermosa.” He leans to kiss along your spine as you use your legs to move your hips back, having your forearms flat on the bed with your elbows as an anchor.

You’re able to get him deeper and feel him stretching you, almost too much, his hips don’t feel flush with yours yet, there must be more. “Jake you’re so thick…. Please move with me.” You coo, looking back at him, your hips moving slowly, your walls are pulling on his shaft, learning his shape. Jake’s hands are roaming your back as praises for working hard for him. He’s aware of his girth and wants to push forward but not yet.

He leans over your back again, making his chest flush with it. His lips are next to your ear, “Muy bien (very good) mi (my) princesa. I’m going to reward you by moving. Be as loud as you want.” A kiss is placed on your shoulder, a last bit of tenderness he shows you before straightening himself up and taking hold of your hips. He draws back, nearly pulling all the way out of you but he thrusts forward, his hips finally flush with yours and the walls of your core expanded to accommodate him as his thrusts increased as did your cries of Jake’s name. You felt yourself pressing into the mattress, at one point face down. Jake was not having it. He wanted you vocal unless your voice had truly given out, which he was sure it hadn’t. His hips came to a full stop and you gasped. “No, no princesa. You won’t go quiet on me yet. Roll.” He gave a light slap to your ass for encouragement for you to move.

You had just sat yourself up back on your elbows and lifted your head when Jake decided that you were moving too slow for him and pulled out of you, the loss had you groan before you yelped with your leg up in the air where it had not been for a long time. He crossed your leg over and succeeded in flipping you over so you were now on your back. Jake’s relentless, his hands are roaming your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, “Jake....Jake..Fuck…” You keep chanting as he grins before capturing your lips again with his. He has yet to enter you once more and his precum is dripping onto your slit as it rubs your viscous liquids together.

Once he pulls back, he takes in your swollen lips, the heaving of your chest, every curve that he’s tried to feel with his fingers and he knows he hasn’t. This time when he slips back within you, it’s slower and he keeps eye contact with you, one hand on the back of your knee pushing your leg forward to allow him deeper and the other on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his as he presses his chest against yours. “So much better than I imagined princesa. You’re not getting away from me you know.” He nibbles on your bottom lip as your core tightens around him again, “Good girl, milk me and accept what I’m going to give you.” Your hands grab his shoulders and dig into his skin, scratching him, your hips keep crashing into his as he speeds up a bit, nearly at his climax.

“Give me what you’ve got Jake. I’ll mark you…” Using your teeth, you graze the skin on his neck before biting down and hearing him hiss, giving you a few more strong pumps before spilling inside of you. The heat from his spend has the walls of your cunt close around his throbbing shaft as you scream in your own peak. Jake continues to slowly roll his hips until you both start to come down. Neither of you move, only the sounds of your breaths fill the room. Your body is completely limp and you stare up at Jake who gives you a small kiss to your lips before starting to move back, your arms weakly reach for him and he grins.

“You want more already? You’ll have to give me a few princesa.” Shaking your head, you stick your bottom lip out and give a small pout.

“Don’t leave yet. Stay.” Jake rubs circles on your belly and chuckles.

“You’re even more adorable than I thought. I need to know where your washcloths and towels are. We need to clean up. I’m not leaving.” You inform him that they’re in the small hall closet next to the bathroom to which he goes and gets two washcloths, warming them up along with towels. He wipes you down first and dries you, then takes care of himself before slipping the both of you under the sheets. His hand cups your cheek before running his fingers through your hair and then it dawns on him - you’re not wearing your bonnet. Jake asks where you keep them and you tell him the bottom drawer of your nightstand so he reaches to get one for you and you decide to pinch his rather round ass.

“I think we’re fond of each other’s asses Jake.” You laugh as he slips the red satin onto your head. “I’m surprised you knew that I wore one at night. You’re keeping that close of tabs on me?” An eyebrow raises and he puts his hands up.

“Come on, give me a little credit. I’m not going to say I know everything about caring for black hair properly, but I know bonnets, protective styles, but don’t ask me how to do any of them and oil.” He put up three fingers for the things he did know.

Now it’s your turn to grin. This sly man. “Pfft. You’re full of surprises Jake. We’ll sleep and then you’re helping me oil my hair in the morning before work.” You press his chest lightly and the scoot closer to him to cuddle. His arm wraps around your back, and those fingers of his run down your spine again.

“I’ll help you oil your hair tomorrow if it’s after breakfast and you take a day off of work.” Jake kisses your forehead and closes his eyes.

“Alright. You talked like you knew what to do. I won’t forgive you if you mess up my hair.”

“Hm. If it’s anything like what you did tonight, I get it. I’ll be extra careful princesa. Don’t worry.” You’d drifted off to sleep and Jake watched you before he dozed off as well, looking forward to having his hands on you again. In your hair or anywhere you’d let him.

Keeping an eye out from the apartment across the hall 👀: @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @dameron-grant-spector @soft-girl-musings @agentjackdaniels

[guruan]

Hi! I love your artwork! I found your work when I first started in the Moon Knight fandom! Speaking of the Moon Boys... if you're still taking requests and it's not too much to ask... can I ask for drawings of the Moon Knight boys embracing/hugging a plus sized reader/figure?

Hi dear! Hope you like them ❤❤

Guruan's 1k followers celebration

(Not intentional but I kinda drew different poses but all of them side profiles for them??? Hahaha)

[cosmicblogs]

Hi! Was wondering if I could request something angsty w/ Steven? Maybe a plus size!reader scenario where reader has been feeling super insecure lately and has kinda distanced themself from Steven? In their head their kinda like “Steven is way out of my league. He must be with me out of pity or something.” Reader doesn’t talk to Steven much and poor guy is so confused cause he thinks he did something wrong. Just some angst with a happy ending. Potential smut?👀 add or change anything you see fit 🙏

How could you love me?

Warning:

fat shaming, angst,fem!reader,fluff,swearing and smut, sub!reader and dom!steven.

She got out of the tube and looked up in the mirror, her body covered in droplets of water. She looked up in the mirror and felt so disgusted. She looked down and grabbed the plush of her stomach, her eyes tearing up. How could he like her when she looked like this? She never really had a problem with her body. She felt comfortable in her skin. I mean, she should, because she was the only one wearing it. She should be the only one casting judgement on it, but the mumbles and whispers of her coworkers made her want to sink to the ground. The words repeated in her head over and over made her remember the smacking of her gum and her sickening red lipstick. “Did you hear Steven has an irlfriend? I didn't think she’d be so.." "fat." Donna finished “Donna!” The snarky coworker whispered and yelled, “She’s still pretty.” The coworker finished Donna snorted back, "A pig is still a pig.” They thought she didn’t hear, but she heard, and she remembered now she was standing in front of her mirror, sobbing. Pig. They see her as a pig. Not only did they call her fat, they thought she was ugly too. How can she look the way she does? And then having Steven claim he loves or even considering her beautiful? It must be out of pity Steven was always too sweet for his own good her thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock “dove? Are you okay you’ve been in there for an hour” his voice was lace with worry “yeah I’m okay” she said back in a shaky voice she dried off her body and left the bathroom the towel tightly wrapped around her body Stevens eyes trailed down her body she walked into their shared room and changed she wore a oversized sweatshirt and pink shorts she laid down on their bed wrapping her whole body in her blanket “dove what’s wrong?” Steven asked again “why do you love me” she said sitting up “what?” Steven replied back confused “I heard people talking about me Steven and I’m starting to agree with them I’m confused on why you try and act like you love me when you could have any other woman in London,a thinner woman” she replied back with tears bubbling in her eyes steven’s face dropped in realisation “why would I want anyone else when I have you? Dove your so beautiful from the moment I first saw you I fell in love with you I don’t care if you’re thin or not either way I think you’re body is gorgeous do you want want me to show you how beautiful you are?” Stevens words had her speechless so she simply nodded “words love” he said sternly “y-yes” she replied nervously “good girl” he said he could see a slight shiver run down her spine he slightly chuckled in response “come here sweetheart” Steven said in a gentle voice her feet shuffled towards him he gently grabbed her neck and kissed her softly “so pretty” he muttered “my pretty girl” he says while gently ceasing her face with his thumb his nose touching hers not backing away his warm breath fanning her mouth he leaned closer to her lips kissing her his tongue finding hers their wet pink muscles slowly began to massage each other in a passionate kiss he rhymethicly moved his face with hers she whimpered in the kiss and Steven groaned back.

He slowly started to pull up her shirt, pausing for a minute to look at her chest. Then, with the small stretch marks painted along them, he completely took it off the piece of fabric, moving it from over her head. Once he had it completely off of her, his hand moved slowly to her soft mounds. Her breath hitched at the feeling of his callused hands and his cold fingers moving along her soft skin. The tips of his fingers found her nipples; they were already pebbled. He began to press and pull on them, making her gasp into his mouth. His mouth left hers as he travelled down her jaw, then down her neck, sucking, hickies sucking, and nipping at her skin, then licking it to soothe the love bite. He moved his mouth all the way down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, eagerly licking and sucking it slowly, looking up at her through his long lashes, watching her whimper and groan, his fingers playing with the other one. She gasped loudly, her head tilted back, and her thighs began to rub together to reveal the ache between her legs. His teeth lightly grazed her nipple. He watched her shiver and her eyes shoot open as her hands went into his hair, tugging slightly. He moaned at the feeling of the vibration of his moan sending more pleasure and a slight buzz in her spine.

Steven’s eyes travelled to her lower half. Her pussy was soaked, and her plush thighs had a wet sheen on them. “See dove? You look beautiful, I bearly even touched you, and your dripping to your thighs,” he gently pushed her onto the bed so that she was on her back, and he was hovering over her. He placed a gentle peck on his lips, a trail of kisses to her jaw, to her neck, then to her stomach. He stopped his kisses right under her belly button. "I want you to call yourself pretty. Can you do that for me?” He says in a breathy voice, "Steven, I-” She was about to speak, but Steven interrupted her. “If you don't, I can’t continue, baby, so can you do it for me?” Steven says, forcing her legs open, his head resting on her thigh. "I'm pretty," she said shyly. "Such a good girl, always so obedient," he says, smiling at her proudly. She looks away from him nervously. "Look at me," he commands. She moves her head and looks at him immediately. "Good girl," he coos. He slowly puts her legs over his shoulders. "Steven, stop, too heavy,” she whined. "I don’t care, come here,” he says while pulling her in closer, lowering his mouth. He licked from her clit to her entrance. He pulled away a string of slick attached to his mouth. “Fuck love, is this from kissing or me praising you?” He knew the answer was both. He gently licked at her pussy lips, then spread them apart with his fingers. He sucked on her clit. Her body squirmed, and her hands were gripping the sheets as he gently pushed his tongue into her hole. As he did that, he brought his thumb to her clit and started circling it. With her hips bucked into his mouth, he placed his arm over her hips and held her in place while he ate her cunt.

He pulled away, slowly pushing his fingers into her. She soaked them. He moved his mouth to her clit and began to suck on it. She moaned, and she could feel it vibrate throughout her whole body. He licked his thumb and moved it, placing it at her tight, perked-up hole. He started pushing in and out of both holes and licking and sucking on her clitoral area.her back arched and she screamed and her body spasmed as she came her blurry vision going white Steven could feel her cumming her cunt convulsing around his fingers leaking a sticky essence around it he pulled his fingers out licking them clean then turning back to her cunt licking the mess that remained as he slowly pulled away she was still squirming and twitching when he sat up and pulled his shirt off and started unbuckling his pants her eyes were wide as she watched him strip naked and then move back up the bed hovering over her “I’m gonna fuck you till you see what I see”.

I want him so bad I hope u enjoyed it anon. 😭

[usetheeauthor]

Updated Masterlist (+18)

A/N: Hey, readers! You can call me Use or Honey! As a novice fanfiction writer, I ask that you please have patience with me. I’m not a fast writer and I have lots of responsibilities that will delay my writing but I’m still dedicated to giving you all the best of content. I’m growing everyday with my writing so I’m always looking for room for improvement. Either way, I appreciate the love and support I’ve received. Thank you so very much! ❤️

Started: 06/07/2022

Last Updated: 07/26/2023

Latest Work(s): Made With Love (Eddie x Plus!Reader)

Total Works: 55

⚡= Angst

☁️= Fluff

🌩️= Angst/Fluff

🌧️= Fluff/Smut

⛈️= Angst/Fluff/Smut

💦= Smut

💧= Implied Smut

⚠️= DARK

📥 = Requests

🚫= On Hold

🛑= Permanent Hiatus

✅ = Completed Series

🔥= Popular (1k & up notes)

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Stranger Things

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001

IMAGINE

Peter being vocal during sexy times 💦

ANGST

Where Do We Go From Here 📥 ⚡️

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Love, Papa ⚠️⛈️

***Vecna

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 📥⚠️💦🔥

The Nightmare on Hawkins Street 2 📥⚠️💦

Eddie Munson

IMAGINE

Innocent!Newkid!Eddie inviting you over 💧

Eddie helping with skin care routine ☁️

ANGST

FLUFF

I loved You First 1 🌩️

Made With Love ☁️

SMUT

The Elf Princess & Her Beloved 🌧📥

“Come Again?” 💦📥🔥

Eddie Had A Little Lamb 💦📥

Wrap It Up! 💦📥🔥

You’re Not The Boss Of Me 💦

SERIES

The Satanic Panic ⛈🚫

Cruel Little Vixen ⛈ 🔥

Steve Harrington

IMAGINE

Scoops Ahoy Steve doll comes to life ☁️💧

ANGST

Play Side A ⚡️💦

FLUFF

Too Quiet ☁️

SMUT

I Thought I’d Lose You 🌧

Play Side B ⚡️💦

SERIES

Montagues and Capulets ⛈🛑

Steddie x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Final Girl 💦⚡️⚠️ 🔥

SERIES

Jim Hopper

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Murray Bauman

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Just Share The Damn Bed 💦⚠️

Let Me Show You 🌧

Daisy Dukes 💦

SERIES

Jonathan Byers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 ⚠️💦⚡️

We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

Argyle

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Billy Hargrove

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

This Isn’t You ⚠️⚡️💦🔥

SERIES

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Moon Knight 

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

Adeline’s Hex 💦

SERIES

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OTHER MARVEL FANDOMS

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Steven Grant “Steve” Rogers

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Stucky x Reader

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

Breakfast In Bed ☁️💧

SMUT

SERIES

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OUTER BANKS

Topper Thornton

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

The Jezebel ⚠️💦

Everything Has Changed⚡️💦

SERIES

Rafe Cameron

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

JJ Mayback

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid 

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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Alice In Borderland

Arisu Ryohei

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’d Stop The World ⛈️🔥

Video Games 💦🔥

I Still Get Jealous ⛈️📥

SERIES

Chishiya Shuntaro

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

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TOM FELTON CHARACTERS

Draco Malfoy

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

SERIES

Dr. Julian Albert

IMAGINE

ANGST

FLUFF

SMUT

I’ll Make You Pay ⚠️💦⚡️

SERIES

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OTHER FANDOMS

I Know What You Did Last Weekend (Battinson x Kravitz!Selina Kyle x Plus!Reader) ⚠️💦

How To Be King (Viserys Targaryen III x Plus!Reader) ⛈️

Run With Me (Ser Criston Cole x Virgin!Targaryen!Reader) ⛈️

When A Stranger Knocks At Your Door…(“Doctor”Enmu x NurseNun!Reader ⚠️💦

[plussizefantasia]

Thank you so much Again for all those drabbles ❤️

They Really made my Day..

And for Moon knight I can imagine Nr. 1 And 14. (Marc Spector in front)

And i sure it wont be trashy, because you dont write like that, i love your style of writing ❤️

Sending so much love and hugs And thank you Again 💋

Coming Home

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Summary: You leave Marc to keep him safe, and he comes to take you home.

Word Count: ~700

A/N: I've never written for any of the Moon Knight boys before but I actually really like how this turned out! Thanks for all the requests during this drabble marathon, I've got a few new ideas for full fics that I'd like to write and more desire to get some of my WIPs wrapped up!

He had always said you were paranoid. Coming from him though, it meant absolutely nothing to you. Marc Spector was the picture definition of paranoia and you wouldn’t be taking any shit from him on that front.

Maybe he had a point though. A deal gone wrong had put you on the first plane out of Cairo and to some random little town in the Midwest. You had used all your contacts up getting documents faked, new bank accounts anything to get you off the grid. You were good at what you did, when you didn’t want to be found you wouldn’t. But no matter how good you were Marc was better, especially when it was you on the line.

You and Marc had a complicated relationship, you loved one another that was never in question, but your astonishing commitment issues and Marc’s never-ending stream of trauma had caused issues between the two of you. You would do anything for him and vice versa but sometimes you just couldn’t stand the man. He had told you about Steven about a year into your relationship, the two of you had never met but you did everything you could to reassure Marc that it was okay, this didn't change the way you felt about him. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable and you understood that so you never pushed. But you left, you didn’t want to put either of them in danger so you packed up what you needed, left Marc a note telling him not to come looking for you, and left.

It was a random Wednesday when you woke with an intense feeling of dread in your stomach. You were tempted to pack up and move along based on that feeling alone but, something told you that that would be a bad idea, plus you didn’t have any more favors to call in.

Your feeling was proven correct when someone kicked out your door in the middle of your dinner. You immediately reached for the gun stashed under the Ikea dining set that had come with the palace and pointed it at the intruder.

It took you a moment to fully register the sight in front of you. It was Marc, but he was dressed in some ancient-looking supersuit, with a moon-shaped blade in his hand.

“How did you figure out where I live?!” You yelled at the man you hadn’t seen in months not lowering your weapon. Marc did a quick scan of your apartment and stored his blade back in his weird chest cavity thing.

“It wasn’t easy.” he tried to joke

“That’s kind of the point dick-head.” You scowled in his direction

“Why are you in the middle of nowhere anyway” he tossed back at you. Slowly making his way toward you and lowering the gun in your hand. You let him.

“I enjoy the view.” you deadpanned at him.

“Ha. Ha,” he dryly replied.

“What are you doing here anyway?” 

“I’m here to take you home.” 

“And where is that this time” you questioned him, knowing the habit of moving around that the two of you shared.

“London, I have a place. And a fish.” You sighed deeply and made your way to the bedroom without a word.

“Where are you going?” he called after you, making no attempt to follow you.

“London apparently,” You returned with a black duffle bag full of the things you couldn’t replace. You stopped walking and faced Marc “I missed you.” You weren’t looking for a reply, you knew you wouldn’t get one.

Marc just lifted the corner of his lips into what you considered to be a smile. He leaned down and grabbed your bag in one hand, offering you the other.

Taking his hand in yours the tension in your chest eased. You might still be in danger, hunting and selling artifacts would never be a completely safe career anyway but you knew that Marc would do anything to protect you. After all, if he would follow you to the Midwest, he would follow you anywhere.

“So are we going to talk about the weird suit?” You tried.

“No.”

“Okay.”

[weasleywinchester]

Any Way You Want It

Marc Spector x Female Reader x Steven Grant

Are we surprised that I'm enamored with Moon Night? No, no we are not. I binged the whole thing and love it (well, final episode is Wednesday). I thank my friend from college for introducing me to Oscar Isaac eons ago, because the man is so damn talented. Anyways, I'm in a "power girl" (I myself don't know how to seduce anyone nor how to be a dom... thus the quotes) mood, so let's dom our little Egypt nerd, shall we? warnings: Smut, a little plot to set the scene

Summary: You’ve been dating Marc for awhile, and everything has been great, especially the sex. But every once in a while you want to try something new.

*Reader doesn't know Steven exists. Also goes without saying, no Layla exists. Just something that popped in my head and needed out. Plus everyone else is writing for these two and it seemed like fun 😈

*italicized dialogue is for whom ever is not in control of the body*

“Are you really complaining about fucking Marc Spector?” Cali asks, giving you a look of bewilderment.

“Not complaining, just… I want to make him a mumbling mess for once.” You grumble into your coffee. He does it all the time to you, not that you don't absolutely beg for it... just want to see if you could make him fall apart too.

“I suppose that’s fair, so why haven’t you expressed this to him?” She eyes you. You’re not one to keep your opinion to yourself, at least not around the people you actually care about.

“Lately when we’re alone, he sweeps me into bed before I can say anything.”

“Sounds like you have a lot of self control there.” She laughs, holding the door to your office open.

“Self control doesn’t exist in his presence.” You grin.

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“Hey handsome I’m-” You barely have time to lock the door before his arms are wrapped around you and his lips pressed into your shoulder.

“Marc.” You say, although it came out more like a moan.

“Ya baby.” He smiles into your neck, his hands unbuttoning the front of your blouse, hungry for the feel of you skin.

“Marc, wait.” You put your hands on top of his, and he stills.

“Told you she’s keen to talk about somethin’.” Steven pipes up from his place on the mirror.

You move Marc's hands to your hips and spin to face him. He looks a little annoyed but when his eyes move back to your face the little mischievous glint is back.

“I was thinking…”

Love when she does that.

“Maybe we could try going a bit slower?” your words tumble out of your mouth. It’s not that you think he would be mad, he’s just been so stressed lately that you figured the sex helped him relax.

“Only way it would be better is if she was in control.” Steven swallows hard, shifting around Marc's head. If he had the body he would have submitted to your request like a blob of jell-o in your hand.

“Marc?” You ask, hands fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.

“Slower?” He repeats. You nod, eyes searching his face for any indication of what he’s feeling.

“Have I not been-”

“NO! No… just thought we could switch it up every once in a while.” You start to fidget. His gaze always makes you melt but this is different. “Just think about it, for next time?” You take him by the chin, placing his mouth on yours.

“Anything for you baby.” He promises, pressing you into the door as his need to have you rapidly grows.

_______

“Have you never taken it slow with anyone?” Steven scoffs from the mirror.

“I…” Marc wracks his brain for any evidence but comes up with nothing. “So I like it hot and dirty, she doesn’t seem to mind when she’s begging for more.” He glares at Steven who’s shaking his head. Marc pours himself a large drink and drops into one of the tiny dining room chairs.

“Maybe she wants to see if she can do that to you” Steven shoots back. “See you begging her for more, or usin’ you to get herself off.” His mind begins to wander.

Marc looks over at the poor chump, his eyes have glassed over with whatever he’s picturing you doing. Marc looks back at his drink, frowning when Steven lets out a satisfied hum.

“Tell me.” Marc whispers.

“Hmm?” Steven snaps out of the day dream.

“Tell me… tell me what you’re imagining. Please.”

“Well, I'd let her take control. Directing the whole bloody thing; all brilliant and sexy... Probably strip me naked, push me down into the couch…No! Wouldn’t make it that far; you two never make it two steps into the flat before tearin’ each other's clothes off, doubt this'd be any different. You know that weird little chair next to the door? With all the books? Ya she’d slap me into that chair, climb into my lap… grind that perfect-”

“Watch your mouth.” Marc warns, his jaw clenching so hard he could makes diamonds.

“You asked mate.” Steven gives him a pointed look before continuing. “ She’d straddle me, tits bouncin in my face, telling me when and where to touch her. Probably lose control as she hits her high, my name falling from her perfect lips.” 

Steven’s eyes glass over again, a stupid grin appearing. Marc rolls his eyes as he gets up and washes out his glass. Maybe Steven’s right, maybe time to see what you have in store for him.

_______

“Why are you nervous?” Steven demands.

“I am not nervous.”

“You’re trembling like, well, like me!” He waves his hands in frustration.

“What if I can’t let the control go?” He whispers. He can barely handle giving Steven control of the body. Not that he didn’t trust you, he just like… well, being in charge. “What was that?” Marc turns to Steven in the mirror.

“Give me the body?” He mumbles a little louder. “Just a suggestion.” He raises his hands in surrender at Marc’s glare.

Marc turns over the idea, he doesn’t want Steven to take his place… but poor guy really hasn’t had much any action. The sound of your keys juggling in the door makes both of them jump.

“Hi love.” You smile.

“Hi gorgeous.” He smiles, pushing himself off the wall and giving you a kiss.

“Not jumping on me today?” You giggle as you push past him to set the groceries down.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday.” He tells you, handing you items from one of the bags so you can put them in their place.

“And?”

“Maybe we could go a little further?” 

You pause, turning around to give him a questioning look.

“Further how?” You whisper. Your heart’s picking up speed and you feel a dull ache between your thighs. The little cocky grin has appeared as he slowly stalks toward you.

“You take the lead.”  He leans back against the counter, arms gently pulling you toward him. “You take full control of me.” The tip of his nose gently bumps against yours. “And I’ll surrender myself to you.” He whispers.

“Are you sure?” You breath out, chest slowly heaving in anticipation.

“Told you that’s what she wanted.” Stephen smirks from the mirror.

“I only have one request, beautiful.” His hands trace your jaw, eyes trying to focus on yours. “Call me by my middle name when we take it slow?”  You frown, but nod nonetheless.

“Steven. With a V.” He grins.

“Does that mean what I think it does?!”

“Deal.” You grab a handful of his shirt and smash his mouth to yours.

“Hope you’re ready.” Marc smirks as he hands Steven the body.

The sudden feeling of your tongue playing with his is overwhelming as he takes control. His mouth slides against yours, hand sprawled flat over your back.

“Steven.” You moan against his lips. A growl from deep in his chest vibrates the air around you and you grin wickedly. “Undress.” You demand. 

It takes a moment for the dizziness to go away, unsure if it was your kiss or being handed the body. When your words register he aggressively nods and quickly starts peeling his clothes off. You slowly peel yours off, watching in awe as Marc’s body is revealed to you. Doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen it, it’s a feast for all the senses.

Once his limbs stop flailing about, his eyes stay glued to your face, hands down by his sides. You step towards him slowly, unclasping your bra just as slow; letting each strap fall until you stand chest to chest with him. You look up through your lashes at him, smiling at the sheer amount of concentration in his face.

“Promise to be a good boy?” You whisper.

He eagerly shakes his head, stopping when you put one finger under his chin and the other hand lets your bra fall to the floor. 

“Kiss me.” You command. Steven brings his hands to cup your face as he gently places his mouth on yours. His movements are slow, thoughtful even; you can feel his fingers prickle against your neck, eager to explore, to please. You claw at his back, eager to trace every contour of his muscles. You open your mouth to him, his tongue sweeping into yours; you grab him roughly by the hips, pressing him into you. He yelps in surprise and you break away startled by the sound he’s never made before.

“Sorry love.” he whispers, his voice trembling in the slightest.

“‘S alright.” You grin, bring your hand to his half hard cock. His eyes flutter closed as you gently pump him. “That feel good Steven?” You giggle at his smile, planting kisses everywhere your lips can reach.

“So good.” He moans, opening his eyes just enough to move your hair away from the one little spot on your neck that he’s seen Marc suck a millions times. He plants a gentle kiss, and then lightly scrapes his teeth along it, eliciting that perfect sound.

“Sit.” You whisper before you lose yourself in his touch. He opens his eyes, blinking a few times to make sure he’s not dreaming. He looks over his shoulder to see that stupid plastic chair and backs toward it. His knees hit the edge and he quickly sits, his eyes staying trained on yours. 

“Any requests?” You ask, stepping in between his spread legs. Steven’s eyes go as wide as saucers but Marc chuckles as the question that he normally asks you.

“Better tell her to ride you like the little cock slut she is.” Marc pokes.

“She’s not a cock slut.” Steven whispers back.

“Hmm?” You cock an eyebrow, missing what he said. You almost feel like you’re digging too far into the power trip, but Marc’s gone way further, so you don’t feel too bad about the hint of terror in his eyes.

“Any way you want it, love.” He says it loud enough for you to hear.

You move one leg over his thigh, as your hands move down his arms until his hands rest in yours. You place one on your hip, and the other between your own thighs.

Steven swallows hard, his eyes glued to where his hand cups your mound so perfectly. You gently push his index to slide into you, making his eyes roll back into his head.

“Make me cum.” You whisper into the shell of his ear, trying to keep your voice steady even though you’re ready to fall apart for him.

His eyes flutter open at the command, taking in the site of your tits right in his face. He begins to move his fingers, slow and methodical. He’s seen Marc be rough, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you like tissues from a box; but he could never do that to you. He wants to make you shake with anticipation, to make you cum so hard you see stars.

He tests a few patterns around your clit, trying to figure out which one will give you what you want.

“Just like that Steven.” You moan into his curls, pushing his face further into your chest. He continues the pattern, slow and steady, as his mouth sucks in one of your nipples. He gives the other equal attention as he repositions his hand so his thumb can still play with your clit and two of his fingers can slide into you. 

“Almost.” You whine, pulling his mouth off you and swallowing his face with yours. Your hips rock into his hand, keeping it pinned between his thigh and your dripping cunt. He speed up his movements and you clench around his fingers, mouth opening to let out the most beautiful sound Steven has ever heard.

It’s like an inferno ripping through your whole body; your legs have gone numb but your hips are still rutting against his hand to get every last drop of your orgasm.

You finally still and catch your breath; eyes fluttering open to see his are still firmly shut. He’s noticed you’ve stopped everything, and he wills himself to start playing with you again. You look down to see his cock angry and leaking for being ignored; but it’s as if he doesn’t mind, all he wants is to pleasure you.

“Steve… Steven.”

“Ya.” he looks up at you, lids half closed. 

“Line yourself up.” You catch his chin as his head threatens to dip down to look. You moved your leg so that you’re completely straddling him now.

“Protection?” He whispers, as he notches himself at your entrance. He could easily slip into you; you’re drenched and ready; he did that, not Marc. He, Steven Grant, made the most beautiful woman cum with his fingers.

You reach for your bag, dumping everything out onto the half wall behind him, plucking out the shiny foil pack on top. You take a step back, both of you glancing to see you’ve already dripped all over him. You open the packet, putting it in one hand, while the other hand spreads your cum over his cock. His head falls back, hands gripping the chair so hard his knuckles are white, a small fuck spilling from his mouth as you slide the condom on.

“Ste-” 

His head immediately pops up, hand going straight to his cock. You mumble a good boy in his ear and slide down onto him. You both curl inward at the new sensation, your grip so perfect on him that his hands fly to your hips, ready to hold on for dear life.

You roll your hips, slowly at first; you’re not sure if it’s the way you're standing or the way he’s matching your pace but everything feels so good. His hands hungrily roam your body, kneading all the places you hold a little bit extra; he enjoys the way you jiggle and bounce in his lap, no sight more perfect than you.

“Darling.” 

“Me too.”

Steven’s fingers dig into your hips, slamming you harder into him until you’re at the brink of orgasm. Everything goes white hot, you can feel his name leave your mouth but all you can hear is a sharp ringing as your cunt pulses hard around him.

Hearing you scream his name will be ingrained in his mind forever. He managed to open his eyes to see you fall apart, your eyes screwed shut as you smother him with those beautiful tits. He’s trying not to bruise your hips as he holds on, but he refuses to cum until you say he can.

“Baby, baby look at me.” You croak, ears still not properly working. “Need you-”

He lets go before you can finish your sentence. A deep moan erupts from his mouth, his hips bucking up into you.

“Perfect.” You whisper, gently running your hands along the back of his head. One of his arms wraps around your waist, the other still guiding you to slide along his aching cock. His forehead rests right at the center of your chest, hot breath fanning your skin as he comes down from his high.

After a few moments, you tilt his chin up, his mouth breaking into the cutest lopsided grin. You huff, smiling as you gently press your lips to his.

“Thank you.” You tell him.

“For what?” His brows knit together; you did all the work, he just held on for the ride.

“For indulging me.” You kiss him on the cheek and wrap your arms around his neck.

He looks over to the mirror to see Marc sitting on the kitchen table.

“Fine,” He sighs. “You were right. Guess I can let you bang my girlfriend every once in a while if it makes her smile like this.”

Steven smiles even bigger, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter.

[artemisthewh0re]

BEGGING FOR OSCAR ISAAC SMUT PLWASSEEEE

Pretty Please

Steven Grant x Chubby Black Reader

Warnings: Submissive/passive male, body worship, blowjobs, PiV, stuttering (💦), creaming/squirting, and creampie

A/N: Your prayers have been answered. I haven't done a submissive male smut before so this probably isn't that good but who cares. Steven>>>Marc

"Come on Steven, it's okay to be shy," you pur, a sense of cunning seduction in your eyes.

Steven's eyes are wide with bewilderment, his jaw is practically on the floor. You can't help but giggle at his face as you look up at him from between his legs.

"It's been awhile…Actually I've never--"

You cut him off by putting your index finger over his lips.

"Shhhh I'll take good care of you. I promise." Steven's cock is already hard but those words are his breaking point. If it could, his dick would've broken through his half-zipped pants. Your fingers dance around his bulge before relieving Steven of his pants. You hear a hiss escape his lips as you free him from his boxers.

"Are you sure about this? I mean it's only the first date, we don't--"

"Steven, do you want me to suck your dick?" You interrupt.

"Oh God yes," he sputters out in a hurry.

"Ask nicely."

"Can you suck my cock?" You raise an eyebrow waiting for more. "Pretty please?" You oblige him and run along stripe down the shaft with your tongue.

"Oh fuck," Steven whispers, eyes rolled far into the back of his head. Your tongue explores his tip with ease, gliding up and down the slit before fully taking him in. Steven releases a heavenly moan but quickly slaps his hand over his mouth.

"Don't stop, I like the sounds you make," you tease before taking his entire length down your throat. You gag a little as it gets close to your uvula.

"Oh god I'm not gonna be able to last much longer," Steven blurts out. His eyes look scared of what's coming next. You add both your hands to his shaft and focus your mouth solely on the tip, making it as sloppy as possible. Steven grips the cushion of the couch as he lets out a moan from deep within his chest. Warm translucent liquid hits your tongue as you continue to work your mouth around him.

"HOLY CHRIST," he exclaims as he releases his load. "You're amazing." He looks down at you and brings your face to his. Adoring kisses are placed across your face as you lift up off the floor and onto Steven's lap. He slides easily into your soaking pussy, hitting all the right places as you start to ride him.

"God you're heavenly." Steven roams every curve of your body, staring in awe as the moonlight perfectly illuminates your dark skin. Your fingers entangle themselves in his dark curly hair and gently but firmly yank his head back so you can press kisses onto his throat.

Hips smash together in a desperate attempt to quickly reach an orgasm. Surprisingly Steven lasts longer than you but only by a few seconds. The feeling of you unraveling on him pushes him off the edge. His attempt to pull out is easily thwarted and he spills into your sopping cunt. You both take a moment to wake from your lustful haze, looking deep within his eyes. You could look at those eyes for the rest of your life.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hey congratulations🤩🤩, Steven Grant with 24&9

.⋆｡Dear Professor｡⋆.

Steven Grant x plus size reader

When Steven finally gets a job as a tour guide for the British Museum, you decide you need to celebrate him.

Warnings: established relationship, smut, unprotected sex, chair sex, little bit of role-play, oral (m receiving), praise

WC: 589

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

Knock knock.

Steven looked up from his new work schedule to see you leaning against the pillar, fist resting against the dark wood, in front of his desk. Confused, he pushed his reading back up his large nose and suddenly the breath was knocked from his lungs. 

You were wearing an absolutely tiny pleated skirt that did little more than cover the very top of your plump thighs and a white button-up with one of his ties. Steven swallowed thickly. “Wha-what are you doing love?”

You smirked and pulled at the tie around your neck. “Oh professor, I'm willing to do anything for some extra credit.” You cooed, your voice dropping to a sultry tone that made your partner freeze with arousal. 

Your wide hips swung sensually as you walked around to the other side of his cluttered desk to stand between his legs. “I know I’ve missed a few assignments but I’m willing to put in some real work to make it up to you.” Steven was barely even breathing as you kneeled before him, your hands slipping up his khaki pants to rest just centimetres from his growing cock.

“I-I.” Was all he could manage to get out before he began to whine. You winked at him and rocked up onto your knees. You placed a gentle kiss to his bulge and then took his fly between your teeth, slowly pulling it down. 

His cock springs free, slapping against his still clothed belly, leaving a small wet spot on the dark fabric. You nosed at his hot length, licking at the few veins that snaked up to his now purple tip. “Mmm professor.” You hummed. Steve bucked in your hold, desperately trying to get some much needed friction.

“P-please love, please.” He begged, fingers curling into a tight fist. He fought the urge to push your sweet mouth down onto his cock even if you were teasing him so cruelly. You smirked wickedly before finally putting him out of his misery.

Your lips closed around his tip, the delectably salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on your tongue. Steven let out a beautiful moan, his voice rising in pitch as his head fell back between his shoulders. Slowly, you swallowed down even more of him until your nose was pressed against the thick thatch of hair at the base of his pelvis.

“Holy- I- Oh by the gods.” His eyes cracked open and then immediately slammed shut. You were too beautiful, too sexy on your knees before him. The sight alone was enough to rocket him to his end and he really wanted to make this last. “That’s it, keep going. Such a good girl.” You moaned, your plump thighs pressed together to bring relief to your own aching sex. 

Unable to take it anymore, you pulled off his cock and immediately straddled his strong thighs, not even giving his length time to get cold before he was notched at your entrance and you were sinking down onto him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth, his hands coming up to grip at your plush hips beneath the skirt.  You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you began to bounce atop him.

You pressed your lips right behind his ear. “I’m so proud of you baby, you deserve this promotion, you deserve to do what you love.” His cock twitched wildly within you, the praise going right to his head- both of them. “Now let me spoil you my love.”

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Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Noir!Jake Lockley x WOC Lounge Singer!Reader)

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(late 1940s Noir AU) Of all the gin joints in all the world, Jake Lockley walks into yours. Unfortunately for him, it's not quite the start of a beautiful friendship.

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Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

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For Jake, a night on the town means sticking to the background, listening for signs of trouble. That all changes when he sees you at the dance hall.

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You're usually tight-lipped about your frustrations, especially when it comes to Jake. But a drink too many leaves you spilling your thoughts one by one.

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Day Thirteen- Smell

Word Count: 444

Warnings: Domestic fluff & Steven being a sweet man

Notes: One of the Moon Boys has popped up. 🤭 I pictured him doing something relaxing like this for someone he loves. I know @megamindsecretlair and @soft-girl-musings would like it

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Steven had been biding his time. Keeping his Donna off his back at the museum for at least the last few months. It was now Spring so there were going to be new shipments of items to sell and he'd be able to stock up on what he needed.

Grant is an honest man, so he’s no one to steal. Instead, he buys one set twice a week for a month straight so he had eight of them. The text he sends you isn’t clear on exactly what he wants to do when he comes over to see you in the evening. Mainly that he wanted to take care of you because you’d been complaining that your muscles were sore most of the time. He cooked dinner, the curry of the chicken paired perfectly with the Parmesan couscous and red wine he’d picked out. Steven enjoyed cooking for you, saying that it was because he felt lucky to have you.

Often, you reminded him it wasn’t luck, you’d bought him tea at the small drink cart outside of the museum where he’d poked fun at your coffee order. He jokingly said that if he could pick a tea you’d drink instead of coffee, then you might go on a date with him. He picked hibiscus tea for you and it did taste good but couldn’t quite replace your coffee. You haven’t told him after six months of dating that he was wrong. You do drink the tea more often now that he makes it for you.

He even asked that you wear the turquoise dress that he’d bought you because he called you his source of joy. Sometimes you think Steve is exaggerating about how much he grown to care you down to making sure he had shirts that were large enough for you to wear but had his scent in it for when he’d need to do overnight inventory and he wouldn’t be able to stop by.

He watched as you walked into the bathroom and you dropped the dress to the floor at his encouragement. Steven had run you a bath and added frankincense to the water, having you soak your tired muscles. He starts explaining that the scent was used for embalming but it was also for healing and anti-inflammatory properties. While Steven lifted your legs and arms to massage you in the water he continued to explain, you dosed off to the comforting timbre of his voice. The citrus notes of the oil with the faint scent of of mint from his own tea he’d had after dinner lull you further into relaxation, the scents of his love for you.

[guruan-is-not-here]

Hey!I am hoping I am still within the 12 hours of requesting and if I am, In terms of requesting things, I was thinking, maybe some NSFW sketches of the plus size female reader, and the moon boys. The level of NSFW is up to you. depending on your comfort level.

I do also wanna add I love how you draw the moon boys you draw them so fucking well and every request you’ve done so far SFW/NSFW has been fucking phenomenal!



Aww! thank you so much!❤❤

I gave him a messy hair, just so it could be more neutral about who he is 😊😊

[terry-perry]

Hey this is my best friend you can writing Steven grant x reader that the reader has insecurities for his body and Steven tells her how wonderful it is?

Notes of smut, but nothing graphic

You pulled off the control top with a sigh. When it was off completely, you looked at yourself in the mirror once more. Looking at yourself from the side, you couldn't help but scowl at the way your tummy drooped slightly. You ran your hands across the marks on the sides of your stomach and thighs.

Steven, meanwhile, watched you do this from the bed. He looked at you with a different set of eyes. Ones full of strong admiration and desire. He wished you could see what he saw. A wonderful body he couldn't stop touching whenever it was pressed up against him. He's never grown bored of your lovemaking, not when there was always parts of you he could get his hands on and give a sensual squeeze to.

You were like his personal goddess. It's why he found it so baffling that you could look at yourself with so much disappointment.

"Darling,"

You turned your attention to him, knowing the tone he was using. You still found it hard to believe that you found someone like him.

"Don't do this to yourself," he continued, getting up so he could walk over and wrap his arms around you. "Can't you see how gorgeous you are?"

As he kept his arms around you, he started to keep his hands busy by rubbing them along your sides. He kept looking at you through your reflections, no doubt what you were seeing contrasting. He needed to say more to you, talk to you about the way your curves drove him crazy. But as usual, he was at a loss as his fingers dug into your soft flesh. Only able to say one thing before deciding to give into his carnal urges.

"You're perfect,"

[guruan]

Hey um, could you please do Marc cuddling a plus sized!fem body reader? Your art helps me a lot, like a lot, haha 😅. Ps, drink some water when you need too<3

Same prompt! So, here

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