#moonknight fluff

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Make It Worth It

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: So many okay; body worship, HEAVY praise, multiple orgasms, oral (f,m receiving) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it <3), creampie, hella petnames, fingering, kinda marking too, oh and cockwarming, a lil bit of a jealousy thing going, vague mentions of injuries

Genre: fluff & smut

Summary: The idea of you going on a date makes your friend confess feelings you didn't know they had

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Meeting Marc Spector was something you'd consider a total fluke. A mishap with his suit had him limping down the street hardly able to hold himself up. Against... probably your better judgment, you brought him to your apartment- patched him up, got him some food, and let him crash on your couch. He was gone before you woke up in the morning and you honestly expected never to see him again. A couple of weeks later though he popped by to say thank you and introduce himself, you told him he could stop by if he needed help again. You didn't think he'd take you up on the offer but you were fast friends as you became his only confidante. Apparently, the vigilante life is not conducive to friendships, especially when you share your life with another; Steven Grant.

It was a while before Marc told you about Steven and you liked to call him Marc's best kept secret, considering Steven doesn't even know about it. It took even longer for you to meet Steven. Another mishap with Marc's suit had him frantically banging on your balcony door one night. You pulled open the door and he'd practically fallen into your apartment.

"Y/n! Hey!" He groaned.

"Jeez! I thought that stupid bird was meant to protect you Marc!" You crossed your arms.

"Help now, be mad later. Oh! And if I wake up and I'm not me, lie." He barely got the last bit out before he practically fell on you.

"Heavens above you still haven't told him the truth?" You groaned technically to yourself as you shoved a now unconscious Marc onto your couch. Even with him passed out you'd gotten more than enough practice patching him up that you had it so down that you were quick and efficient. He was out for quite some time afterwards, you even made dinner before he suddenly startled awake.

"Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing here?" The unfamiliar British accent immediately told you that night that Steven had woken up instead of Marc.

"Um- this is my apartment so that's where you are, I live here so that's what I'm doing here and my name is y/n. You're Steven right?"

"How did you know my name?" He'd looked at you suspiciously.

"I- I looked at your wallet for ID?" He does have his wallet on him so that lie was totally believable.

"Well why am I here?" 

That was the question you were dreading from the moment Marc passed out on you.

"You were hurt so I brought you here."

"Hurt? Hurt how?"

"I- I didn't see it happen. You were hurt when I got to you." You shrugged. It wasn't technically a lie. You didn't see Marc get hurt. The answer seemed to satisfy Steven at the time but maintaining separate friendships with Marc and Steven wasn't something you wanted to keep up long term. Hence, with some gentle nudging, Marc eventually revealed himself to Steven and you ended up having to help the duo navigate the new dynamic.

However, where you thought Steven was Marc's best kept secret; a new player had him beaten. A secret so well kept Marc didn't even know until after you did. And his name was Jake Lockley. Meeting him had actually happened intentionally on his end. Apparently tired of watching the back and forth between you and his alters he stepped in to meet you himself. You'll admit you and Marc toed the line pretty much since you met, flirting with each other but not obvious enough to change your dynamic, and once Steven got comfortable with you it was only too fun to tease him. So in came Jake; the hidden protector, questioning you and ultimately deciding you were safe for them to be around. He even trusted you enough to facilitate his introduction to the other two. Now you've got the whole trio you can call friends and they often tell you how instrumental they consider you in maintaining stability in their shared life. You really enjoy having them around most of the time even with how chaotic it can be covering for, patching up, and keeping track of their system.

Tonight, while you're finishing your makeup for a date, you hear a knock from the living room. You're not expecting anyone right now so when you leave your room and find Moonknight on your balcony you're not exactly surprised. You open the door and the suit disappears as he walks into your apartment.

"What're you all dressed up for?" Marc asks taking in your outfit.

"Hello to you too Marc." You roll your eyes.

"Hello. What're you all dressed up for?"

"I have a date tonight." You say with a shrug heading back to your room knowing Marc will follow you.

"A date? What date? You didn't tell me about any date."

"I don't have to tell you about dates."

"Why wouldn't you tell me though?"

"It's a first date Marc I'm not getting married. You're making it a much bigger deal than it is."

"It is a huge deal. You haven't been on a date since we met!"

"Thank you for pointing out that Marc yes this is my first date in a while. Did you come here for a reason? Doesn't that bird of yours have errands for you?"

"I always come here when I'm done with Khonshu's stuff. This is why it's a big deal you didn't tell me about this date. It throws off our routine!"

"Marc you coming here to eat my food after running around for skelo-bird is not set in stone."

"It is set in stone. If it wasn't we wouldn't do it every time."

"Well it's still early, so when I finish my date I'll text you and you can come back over and your routine will be fine."

"That's not the same."

"I dunno what to tell you sweetie, I have to leave, I'm meeting this guy in like 10 minutes."

"Don't go."

"Marc!"

"Come ooon I'm way more fun than whoever this random guy is anyway."

"You don't even know him."

"Neither do you. So stay."

"Let me get this straight, you want me to cancel my first date in over a year because it's more important that we watch a movie while you eat leftovers? Call me crazy but I'd personally rank those a little differently."

"I want you to cancel your first date in over a year because I don't want you to go on a date."

"Okay I know we're close but I feel like that's crossing a line a little bit. That's not really up to you."

"Princessa, are you intentionally misunderstanding him?" Jake's sudden appearance only further confuses you.

"No Jake. I genuinely have no idea what the deal is here and at this rate, I'm going to be late so one of you better start talking straight."

"He's jealous. He doesn't want you going on a date with anyone that's not... us, really. None of us do."

"All of this is about a crush? Bring Marc back out here." You roll your eyes.

"Look I did not send Jake out here to speak for me!"

"You are such a dunce." You smack his chest lightly.

"What?!"

"You don't want me to go on this date because you three like me and you couldn't just say that?"

"I dunno I guess I just didn't want to risk what we've already got, as friends." He says sheepishly.

"Say the words."

"What?"

"Say exactly why you don't want me going on this date and I'll cancel."

"I don't want you to go on this date because I have feelings for you. Stay home. I can make it worth it in any way you ask."

"Any way that I ask?"

"I'll worship you like a god if you want me to."

"Won't that make that silly old bird of yours a little jealous?"

"Let him be if he is. All that matters is you not going on this date and me showing you my gratitude."

"Alright, I'll call and cancel the date."

"Don't bother. Who cares if he gets ghosted?"

"First of all, I'm nice so I care; secondly that's the shit that gets women stalked."

"Oh please, as if he'd ever be able to hurt you with us around." Marc scoffs.

"Okay, bodyguard. The call will take less than two minutes and you'll have my attention the rest of the night." You say grabbing your phone and stepping into the living room. You notice Marc following you as you call your date.

"Hello?" 

"Lewis! Hi, I'm sorry to do this so last minute but something has come up and I'm not going to be able to make it to dinner."

"Oh. Is everything alright? Do you need anything?"

"Uh- thanks but I'll be fine! I just gotta take care of a thing and I didn't wanna leave you sitting there waiting."

"Yeah no, thanks for letting me know. We can reschedule."

"Sure! Soon as I get a handle on things I'll reach out to reschedule." You say, ignoring the look Marc gives you.

"Alright no problem. Good luck with your thing." Lewis says before hanging up.

"You aren't actually rescheduling with him, are you?" Marc asks you.

"Probably not." You shrug.

"Probably?!"

"I already canceled the date for you once."

"You making this hard for me on purpose sweetheart?"

"Not at all. Just not sure how things are gonna go." You smile.

"How things are gonna go? I'm gonna show you that canceling that silly date was the right idea and that you don't need anyone other than us."

"Us? Steven and Jake are in on this too?"

"Of course they are."

"Well, that's a big promise Marc, how do you plan to show me all of that?"

"I'm going to start by kissing you. Is that okay?" Marc asks, pulling you towards him with an arm around your waist.

"Absolutely." You say draping your arms over his shoulder. Marc's free hand comes up behind your head as he kisses you hard. You gasp against his lips and he uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Without warning, Marc lifts you into his arms and easily carries you back to your room, not even phased when you pull away from the kiss to squeal. He tosses you onto your bed and climbs over you with a smile.

"You have no idea how crazy we are about you." Marc breathes out, trailing kisses down to your neck.

"Crazy about me? Is that right?" You ask, a moan punctuating your question as Marc latches onto a particularly sensitive spot to turn purple.

"Completely." He says softly, staring at you so intently you pull him towards you for another kiss to escape the look in his eyes. Marc pulls away to tug your already bunched up dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties as he looks you over. "Fucking hell you're even more gorgeous than I could've imagined." Marc groans.

"You spend a lot of time thinking about me naked darling?" You can't help but chuckle at the thought as you take the moment of silence on his end to pull his shirt over his head and drag your nails down his chest appreciatively.

"I plead the fifth." Marc groans and moves to litter your chest in more patches of red and purple as he reaches under you to unhook your bra. His hands cover your breasts as soon as they're free, palms kneading the flesh while fingers toy with nipples. The sudden onslaught of stimulation has little whimpers falling from your lips that Marc decides he can't get enough of. He pulls one of your nipples between his lips, sucking, nipping, and tonguing at it to test your reactions, discovering all the sounds you make from this alone. "You make such cute little noises." He chuckles switching from one nipple to the other, pulling all the same sounds from you. Eventually, Marc trails his kisses down your stomach, soft and slow, like he has all the time in the world. "So pretty." He whispers. He pulls your panties down your legs, kissing your thighs on the way down and back up. "I'm so going to enjoy this." Marc says before burying his head between your legs. He licks a hard stripe between your folds that makes you moan and his arms wrap around your thighs before you can even squirm. Marc's tongue swirls around your clit as he watches you, testing what pulls the best reaction from you. When a certain rhythm has your fingers tugging at his hair he settles into it, intent on making you cum like that. Whimpers and cries fall from your lips in quick succession as he sucks and laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You writhe and grind against him, although his grip on your thighs restricts your movement as he works you quickly towards an orgasm.

"Holy fuck Marc!" You groan, throwing your head back and pulling almost too hard at his curls but the man between your legs only lets out a pleased growl at the action. "Fuck I'm close." You pant out and Marc wraps his lips securely around your clit, sucking harshly until your legs tense and your orgasm crashes into you with a silent scream. Marc doesn't even let you fully ride out the high before his fingers slide into your opening. He curls the two digits just right and you can feel the pull in your abdomen when he brushes the spot inside you. Your back arches into him as he works you open with his fingers, his tongue still lapping at your clit, determined to pull another orgasm from you. Your second orgasm hits you faster than the first your entire body twitching while you let out the prettiest whine Marc's ever heard.

"My goodness." Although the voice is muted in your pleasure fogged brain, you don't miss the accent in his words.

"Steven?!" You blink at him, chest still heaving slightly as you try to catch your breath. His eyes are as wide as saucers as he takes in the situation he's just been thrown into.

"Hi. I can't imagine Marc did this on purpose I-" Steven's words trail as his head snaps to the mirror hanging on your closet door. "He did this on purpose." Steven looks at you and then back at the mirror. "Why would you do that Marc?!" You pull his gaze back to you by grabbing his chin,

"Steven, calm down." You say.

"Clearly I've missed a lot because how did you two even end up like this?" Steven asks and your giggle at his confusion quickly turns into a whimper when the action makes you distinctly aware of his fingers still buried inside you. "My god, help me." Steven breathes out at the sound from your lips. "If this was your act of gratitude why am I here?!" Steven asks to the mirror and you suppose Marc told him how you, in his words, ended up like this. Steven makes a face at whatever Marc says next and then turns to you with a look you can only describe as curious. Before you can question it, his fingers inside you move tentatively, making you moan. He's less sure of himself than Marc had been but he watches intently as he slowly strokes your inner walls, enjoying the way you react to him. "You're absolutely breathtaking."

"And you, are simply adorable." You say bringing him down to kiss him. Steven is obviously much more nervous than Marc was and you take the lead in the kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips as you explore his mouth with your tongue. It seems your reactions feed his confidence as his fingers gain speed the longer you kiss him and soon you're moaning too much to actually do it properly.

"I love the sounds you make." Steven sighs. You pull his fingers from you before he can make you cum again and he pouts at you until you guide the fingers between your lips. You suck them clean, enjoying the way Steven takes a shaky breath at the action. You use one hand to undo his jeans and pull them down his legs, pulling his fingers out of his mouth for him to get up and shove them the rest of the way down with his boxers. You lean forward and take Steven into your mouth, swallowing him down as far as you can.

"Oh god." Steven groans and his eyes roll as he tosses his head back. You bob your head up and down his length, swirling your tongue as you go, enjoying the way he moans and shivers.

"I love the sounds you make too darling." You hum dragging your tongue along the vein that runs the underside length of his dick. Steven hisses and you wrap your lips around him again.

"Holy hell you're... really good at this." Steven's praise is breathy and stuttery. You take him all the way into your mouth, feeling him in the back of your throat. Rather suddenly, you feel his fingers in your hair tugging you off of him.

"Now, it was my understanding that we were meant to be showing you gratitude." Your ears perk up hearing the accent change.

"Jake, yeah so I've been told." You hum.

"And yet here you are pleasing Steven instead of him worshiping you." Jake's thumb rubs along your bottom lip.

"Steven is just so much fun to tease." You smile.

"Tease him later princessa, tonight is about you. How lucky we are to have you in our life. How much of an honor it is to kiss you, to touch you, to please you." Jake intentionally speaks slowly, staring at you intently.

"You are... very good with words." You muse.

"Have our actions not supported them?"

"Marc definitely, and Steven- before I got my hands on him, yes. You however haven't done anything but talk." You smirk at him.

"Tell me what you want from me and it's yours. Anything you ask." Jake says.

"In other circumstances that would be... a dangerous promise to make. But tonight, I just want you inside me. I want you to make me cum on your dick."

"With pleasure." Jake pushes you onto your back and tugs your legs to pull you towards him. He wastes no time lining himself up with your entrance and thrusting into you. Your back immediately arches at the fullness of Jake bottoming out and you can't help but moan. "Fuck you're so wet." He groans dropping his head to your shoulder for a moment. Jake sets a rhythm of sharp thrusts, deep but quick.

"Sh-shit Jake! Feels so good." You whine, dragging your nails down his back. He hisses at the sting and his thrusts pick up speed.

"God y/n you're perfect. So gorgeous. Taking this dick like you were made for us." Jake huffs out. One of his hands reaches between your bodies, finding your clit with ease. You squirm against his ministrations moaning as he drives into you repeatedly. "That's it princessa, moan for me, sounds so nice." He grits out, rubbing circles against your bundle of nerves. You grind against him, trying to bring your orgasm on quicker. "Cum for me sweetheart, let me feel you let go around me. Please mi vida." Jake sweetly kisses you as he practically begs for your orgasm and a few thrusts later you're falling over the edge, nails digging into his back as he watches the way pleasure washes over your face. Once your eyes slowly peel open, Jake tightens his grip on your hips and changes the pace of his thrusts, slowing down now.

"You're gonna cum inside me aren't you Jake?" You ask with a pout specifically to get what you want.

"Mierda." Jake's eyes close for a moment. "Is that what you want princessa?"

"Yes Jake, please."

"I told you I'd give you whatever you ask me for." Jake shifts slightly before picking up the pace of his thrusts, they're sloppier now as he focuses on chasing his own release. "I'll pump you so fucking full, you'll be leaking. Fuck you'll look even prettier dripping like that."

"Please Jake, give it to me. Fill me up baby." You whine, grinding against him. His hips stutter and stop buried inside you and you the warmth of his orgasm inside you makes you moan. Before Jake can twist to lay beside you, you pull him onto you comfortable with the weight of him on you. "Don't move yet, let's just- lay like this for a bit, please." You say.

"Thank fuck you didn't go on that stupid date." Jake mutters and you giggle a little.

"Thank fuck you said something or I would've."

"Well, did we make it worth the stay?" "I'd say so." "Good. After a nap you can discuss the details, probably with Steven, he'll have the most to say." Jake mumbles into your neck.

"I'll have to talk to each of you ya know." You say.

"Sure but start with him. All I have to say is I think you're perfect, and we'd be lucky if you date us."

"You're not the only lucky ones." You say kissing the side of his face. Yeah. It might have been by pure chance that you crossed paths with Marc over a year ago but you're glad the rest of your decisions landed you here. Even if it's not the trajectory you saw that first interaction leading to, definitely worth it.

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[lostalioth]

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

Marc spector x female reader💛

Marc feeling that the reader has left his bed so he leaves his room to find her on the sofa having an anxiety atack.

A bit angsty but mostly fluffy💗💗

now this is my first writing for marc but i loved this so much and I accidentally made it more fluffy than angsty

𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 – 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳

→ warnings: nicknames [babe, baby, sweet girl], description of shooting and dead body, panic/anxiety attack, angst, mostly fluff.

Before you can think of a plan to get away or even register the sound and what has happened Harrow pulls the trigger and shoots Marc right in the heart. You feel your world and your heart shatter into a million pieces all at the same time as you watch his body hit the water. blood gushes through his shirt around the wound and you need to cover your mouth fast to stop yourself from screaming. Tears quick to brim your eyes threatening to fall as you watch in horror as Harrow's men pull your boyfriend's body from the water, you wanted to scream, run at them, even if it meant simply dying alongside your boy.

Once his body was on flat ground his men stepped back letting Arthur set something small and shiny on his chest. He’s quick to leave Ammits tomb with the goddess in hand who was encased in a tiny stone statue, you turn the corner from your hiding spot the minute they leave and run right to Marc.

“Marc! Steven! Please my love, either of you please..” your voice gets caught in your throat and you choke on it. Tears began to softly stream down your face as you kissed his forehead and placed your hand over the scarab on his chest. Your heart feels like it’s been ripped from your chest, fighting to hold back the gut reaching scream that’s bubbling in your throat.

You’re jolted awake in a sweating, out of breath haze. Your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest with how fast and hard it's beating. Your chest heaving hard, you felt like you couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard you tried. head spinning, your eyes filling with hot tears, clouding your vision. It felt so real, you couldn’t even tell if you were still dreaming or not. You didn't know what was real, you couldn’t stop relaying the moment the shot rang through your ears and you watched the love of your life’s body hit the water. That sight is burned into your memory, every single detail of it.

Being so wrapped up in your spiraling thoughts you are startled at Marc placing a hand on your shoulder. He had been woken up by the jarring shift of your body besides him. His hair was all disheveled and fluffed up, his eyes half lidded, you’d make a comment of how cute he looked if only you could speak and weren’t in the middle of a panic attack.

“Babe…what’s wrong?” Once he woke up a bit more he took in your appearance, you were hunched over the edge of your shared bed, a hand on your chest, eyes brimming with even more tears and labored and inconsistent breathing. He pushes his way up out of bed to come sit beside you on the edge of the bed, it sinks down as he slowly sits down, he’s never seen you this way, it's slightly scaring him as well as steven.

“Hey..hey baby what happened..?” He is slow and careful as he reaches his hand to place on your knee in an attempt to calm you. The last he wanted was to startle you again. “Night-nightmare…of that night in the-the tomb…” your voice was so hushed and shaky Marc almost couldn’t understand you but the moment your wobbly words sank in, his heart sank to his stomach with them. More tears stream down your cheeks as you watch fear flash on his face, as if his sequence of events of that night just replayed in his own head.

“Thought i lost you all over again…” your words came out a little less shaky this time and yet your words break Marc’s heart all the same. “Oh..sweet girl…” he sighs and he softly wipes away your tears as they fall. You lean into his touch, your heart aching like you haven’t seen him in years, you needed to touch him, needed to know he was real. As he’s wiping your tears away you rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. “Need to know you're really there….” You mumbled into the kiss and through your tears, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut like you wanna never open them up again as if he’d simply disappear the moment you do.

He grunts and shuts his eyes, kissing you back deeply and softly. A kiss so full of love, devotion and tenderness, a kiss that restores the breath in your lungs. Marc softly pulls you in close by the waist and lays the both of you down, the both of you holding onto one another for dear life.

You both pull away slowly, limbs intertwined and panic subsided. “Dont worry im staying right here baby…” he whispers softly as he presses a small reassuring kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours, looking deep in your eyes. “I’m right here my sweet girl, nobody’s taking me away from you, not even over my dead body” he smiled sweetly and rubs his thumb over your stomach and hip.

You hit him lightly for his poorly timed joke and rub circles on the back of his neck. You’ll always forever be thankful for whatever in the hell happened that allowed marc to come back to you, and steven. You needed them both more than they knew.

“I love you” you whisper softly as you and marc drift off to sleep, body’s wrapped around one another, like your souls, forever intertwined.

→ a/n: so i fully intended on posting this a while ago but never did anyway, i kinda forgot a bit of the request like she was supposed to leave the bed but im still a bit rusty after a long ass hiatus again and i barely proof read this cause i wanted to post today!! I love Layla but for this to work reader pretty much sorta is Layla/replaces her but you and marc aren’t married lol

[talkdilftome]

late

marc spector x fem!reader

summary: marc spector arrives home late from a mission. while you're cleaning up his wounds, the two of you get a little distracted.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: smut, piv sex, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), slight angst, no use of y/n, possibly ooc

marc spector was supposed to be home nearly three hours ago. you checked your watch, pacing the flat, before deciding to make some tea. as the tea brewed, you resumed your pacing before collapsing on the lumpy couch, sighing. it was normal for marc to be late, but not this late. anxiety began to ebb at you, scared for your lover. 

  you’re knocked out of your thoughts when you hear keys jangling just outside the door of your shared flat. you raced to the door, unlocking the three locks before marc even has the chance to wiggle open the first one.

  “marc!” you exclaimed as you threw the door open, finding your boyfriend standing there, keys poised and eyes worn. you ambushed him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

  “baby..” he wrapped his arms around your middle just as tight and pressed a kiss to your hairline. “why are you up so late?” 

  you pulled away, looking up into his deep, brown eyes. his thick brows were furrowed with concern. the curls that he tried so hard to keep out of his face fell onto his forehead, mimicking the way that steven liked to keep it. your heart swelled with your love for him, and then contracted once you spotted the cuts littered across his face.

  “i was worried about you, and obviously i had a good reason to be,” you said as your hands cradled his cheeks. he smirked and rolled his eyes. he opened his mouth to defend himself but you cut him off, “c’mon, let's get you cleaned up.”

  you led him to the bathroom, where you kept your well worn first aid kit. when you first moved in, you were shocked to find out marc didn’t own one and you had insisted you make a trip to the nearest pharmacy. when you picked out a sparkly pink one, marc snorted. 

  you furrowed your brows. “what’s wrong with pink?”

  “nothing. steven says he likes it.” a satisfactory smile appeared on your lips. marc settled his hand on your waist and led you both to the register.

  now, the pink kit sat on the bathroom countertop while you stood between marc’s legs as he sat on the toilet. he looked up at you, wincing everytime the alcohol soaked cloth grazed one of his cuts. you opened your mouth to ask about the mission, but hesitated. you knew that sometimes asking marc about his late night missions made him shutdown and made steven appear. 

  you decided to take that risk. “how was your mission?”

  marc took a shaky inhale, and you almost regretted your decision, before he said, “it was alright. took care of a few thieves who were trying to steal relics from the museum. turns out steven was actually okay with taking out these guys.” marc bowed his head and smiled; steven must’ve said something to him. you tilted his head up once more, wiping the blood off the final scratch and pressing your lips to his, softly. you then pulled his bottom lip into your mouth, nibbling on it. you could feel marc’s smile grow. 

  “i love you,” you murmured against his plush lips. the words must’ve spurred him on because he quickly stood, and pulled you flush against his chest, lips never leaving yours. you moaned softly. your mouth moved languidly against his, his tongue brushing against yours. 

  his palm moved down to grip your ass, taking a handful. you moaned louder this time, into his mouth. you began to understand at the ferocity of his kisses how much he wanted you, needed you. marc backed you into the wall, the picture frame that hung knocked to the floor. you pulled away to see if it was broken and looked back at marc to find him giggling. you giggled too, feeling like teenagers. 

  marc grabbed your ass once again, this time lifting you up. your arms and legs wrapped around him. you gasped as your core rubbed against his. it was not only him that needed you now. you needed each other. badly. 

  you buried your head in the curve of his neck, pressing kisses and bites to his skin. you felt yourself falling, only to be caught by the lush duvet of the bed. you leaned back on your elbows, admiring the man in front of you. marc stood over you, eyes trailing from your lips, to the swell of your breasts, to the dip of your hips, only covered by silk night shorts. when his eyes met yours again, they were filled with lust, like he was starved and you were his only meal, but he couldn’t decide what part of you to devour first. 

  marc quickly removed his shirt, letting it drop to the floor. you gasped involuntarily; you had seen your man naked countless times, but every time it instilled a reaction within you. the sight of his toned body made your cunt drip with anticipation, but you didn’t have time to admire him for too long because he was already dropping to his knees in front of the bed. 

  marc grabbed your feet, yanking you to the edge of the bed, his face mere inches from your clothed cunt. you giggled, a blush brushing your face. marc grinned at you, he was going to relish this. 

  “you’re so beautiful, honey.” your blush only spread further across your face at marc’s words. his hand reached forward, fingers trailing and teasing along the silk covering your core. when his fingers brushed over your clit, you drew in a breath, bucking your hips, chasing the friction. a knowing smile passed marc’s face. he knew exactly how to tease you, but he would go easy on you tonight, considering just how much he needed you, considering how much his cock was already straining against his boxers.

  marc’s fingers hooked on both your silk pajama shorts and your panties, pulling them down in one swoop. goosebumps prickled at your skin. marc’s eyes were trained on your glistening pussy. his fingers found your slit, running up and down, ghosting over your clit.  

  “this all for me, baby?” he asked, his fingers dripping. you frantically nodded your head, unable to form words. satisfied with your answer, he ducked his head, plunging his tongue into your cunt. 

  you moaned wantonly, one hand flying to grip marc’s hair, and the other reaching under your matching silk tank to play with your nipple. his tongue toyed with your clit, circling, while his fingers prodded your hole. his other hand gripped your thigh, keeping you as close to his mouth as possible. as his lips sucked on your clit, his fingers dipped inside you and curled, hitting the spot he knew so well. your eyes rolled back, overwhelmed with pleasure. 

  “m-marc, i need you. please,“ you begged, “i need you inside me, baby.” marc sat back on his heels, looking up. you grew wetter at the sight of your slick covering his lips. you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was just as turned on as you were. 

  he stood, towering over you once more. your eyes dropped to the outline of his cock in his jeans. your mouth salivated at the thought of him deep in your throat, sucking on him until his eyes rolled back and he came on your tongue. you were pulled out of your fantasy when marc cleared his throat.

  “my eyes are up here.” his face was stern but you knew he was joking. 

  “yes sir,” you teased, waggling your brows. you pulled your tank top over your head, leaving your breasts exposed, and reached forward to work on marc’s buttons. you grazed his cock on purpose, just to watch him buck his hips towards you. you pulled his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. you gazed up at your boyfriend to find him watching you intently, a mixture of love and lust in his eyes.

  you leaned forward, pressing your lips to the skin just above his boxers. you kissed and nipped along the trail of dark hair that sunk below his briefs. you pulled the briefs down, watching his cock bounce against his stomach, leaking precum. you moaned just looking at it. you took the length into your hand, pumping it a few times, and watching for marc’s reaction. his eyes became lidded, head falling back. you couldn’t resist any longer, taking the head of his cock into your mouth and sucking, hard. 

  marc moaned abruptly and your pussy tightened at the sound. you bobbed your head in a rhythm that you knew marc loved, sucking your cheeks in. his head hit the back of your throat, making you gag. his hand found purchase on the back of your head, guiding you up and down on his dick. your own fingers played with your clit, turned on by the sounds that were coming from your lover. 

  not long after, marc pulled you off of his cock, breath ragged. he bent over, lips finding yours in a frenzied kiss. you could taste the both of you in your mouths. you gripped his biceps, nails digging into skin. his hand found your throat, fingertips gripping your chin tightly. your tongues clashed, dipping into each other’s mouths, driven to taste as much as you could. 

  marc was on top of you now, pushing you to lay back on the bed. he was still kissing you as his body caged yours in. you ran your hands along his hardened chest and torso before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him as close as possible. his hard dick brushed up against your soaked core, making the both of you simultaneously groan into the other’s mouth. marc reached down to grab his dick, sliding the head through your folds. he lined it up with your hole, pulling away to look at you. 

  he paused for a moment, unsure of what to say. “i love you. so much,” he whispered finally. he ducked his head into your neck, pressing kisses and hickeys to your skin. your heart swelled once again and a smile grew on your face. 

  “i know.” marc pushed in, slow and careful. it's not like you weren’t wet enough to take it, but marc never wanted to hurt you.

marc whimpered as he pushed his cock into the hilt. the head pressed on your spot, making you lightheaded with pleasure. you pulled marc’s face out of the crook of your neck, letting his lips fall onto yours again. the kisses were desperate and needy. hot and breathy. they were a passionate distraction while you waited for yourself to adjust to his thick cock. 

  “are you alright, darling?” his eyes were concerned and searching yours for an answer. you nodded. marc took that as a sign to start moving. he moved slowly, feeling apprehensive. you wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your feet, and encouraging marc to move faster. marc sped up, sheathing his cock in and out. your moans mixed with the sounds of his balls slapping your ass. 

  groaning, marc took your earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it, “so tight,” he whispered. everything he did brought you closer to your climax.

  “marc, baby, i’m close,” you moaned. “fuck, you feel so good. so big.” the way he was fucking you was pure bliss. you thought it couldn’t get any better, but were proven wrong as he pulled away and pushed your legs over your head, placing them on his shoulders. it felt like heaven as his cock pounded deeper into you. you locked eyes with him, unable to keep yourself quiet. yours and marc’s moans reverberated off the walls. 

  you were so close, and you could tell marc was too by the way his thrusts became more and more frantic. his thumb fell onto your clit, bringing you closer, reveling in the way your pussy tightened around him. it became too much. how deep he was, the pressure on your clit, the hungry glint in his eye. your orgasm was approaching quickly. 

  “oh my god, marc, i’m gonna-” your words were cut off by your own moan at the feeling of your climax. marc, who felt your pussy tighten, then flutter, continued to pound your cunt, fucking you through your orgasm. your eyes rolled back, body flooded by the feeling of euphoria. 

  as you came down from your high, you looked at your boyfriend, who was desperately chasing his own orgasm. with your legs still hooked on his shoulders, you grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him into a fervent kiss. kissing him, you wound your fingers through his locks, pulling hard. 

  marc came with a groan, cock spilling inside you. he fucked his cum into you, not wanting any to spill out. he slowed and buried his head in your neck, spent. the sun was nearly coming up, and you two were exhausted. exhausted, but satisfied. 

  marc rolled off of you, laying on his side and facing you. he cupped your cheek, pushing stray hairs out of your face. he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. your insides warmed at the gesture, still cooling down from the previous activity.

  “you scared me earlier. i thought you were seriously hurt.” marc looked at you deeply, a bout of shame crossing his face. 

  “i’m sorry. it wasn’t on purpose.” 

  “i know, i just love you too much. i can’t stand to see anything happen to you.” you laid your heart out on the table. there was no point in covering up your feelings. “plus look what happens when you come home so late,” you jokingly gestured to the sunlight spearing through the blinds.

“if this is what happens,” he said, motioning to your naked bodies, “then maybe i should come home late more often.” 

  you lightly slapped marc’s chest before snuggling into him, pulling the covers up and drifting off to sleep.

[brokebonewritings]

Goodnight Starlight

Marc Spector x Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, Smut, Fluff

Summary: You spy on Marc putting your little one to sleep for the night. Both of you get a little carried away when you get back to your own bedroom. Set a few years after the events of When the World Caves In.

Word Count: 1.5K

Navigation || When the World Caves In

Creeping up the stairs, you hear a soft voice humming from the nursery. Knowing it’s your husband performing his usual routine for your newest addition to the family. 

You kneel by the door to listen to Marc serenade your little girl. While you were pregnant he would sing to her long before he knew she could hear. His voice was soothing, not just to her but you too. You loved when Marc sang. It was a hidden soft talent behind all that rough exterior.

Closing your eyes, Marc began to sing his favorite Lullaby. Of course it wasn’t truly a lullaby but that didn't stop him from singing it as one. Blackbird by The Beatles. It was lovely and he would mix it with Yesterday. A very beautiful rendition of the song. 

However it made you feel like you heard him sing it to you before. Though he swears he hasn’t. You met him a few years prior in a coffee shop. Everything had just felt so easy with him, with all of them.

His steel face melted after your first date. Even when you moved to London with him a year later, and met Steven and Jake shortly after. He always brightened when he saw you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when he began to speak normally

“Can I tell you a secret, my love?” He whispers.

You looked up expecting to see him looking at you, but he was in the rocking chair talking to your baby.

“I got to fall in love with your mama over again, and you know what?” He pauses to kiss her head. “I wouldn’t change that for anything else.” 

Tears pricking your eyes, you stand up and slowly open the door. He looks up from the little girl in his arms and smiles softly.

“There’s my sunlight.” It was Steven’s voice. You giggled and you moved closer. Hands resting in a crossed position. 

“And there’s my moon and starlight.” You step over to check your sleeping girl. “Looks like she has counted her constellations.”

“Yeah, though I wish I was able to count them with her.” He said before standing.

You smile at him reassuringly. "You'll have plenty of time to do that, Marc. She's still so young."

He nods, but you can see the sadness in his eyes. You know he's been struggling with adjusting to fatherhood, even though he loves his daughter more than anything in the world.

"I just want to be the best dad I can be," he says quietly.

"You already are," you reply, placing a hand on his arm. "You're amazing with her."

He leans down to kiss your forehead, and you feel a rush of love for this man who has always been there for you, even through the toughest times.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," you say, wrapping your arms around him.

You stay like that for a few moments, holding each other close

Suddenly, you feel Marc's hand slip down to your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His lips find yours, and you melt into the kiss.

You both forget about the baby in his arms, and the world around you fades away. This was your moment, your time to reconnect and solidify your love for one another.

Breaking the kiss, Marc whispers in your ear, "Let's put the baby down and continue this in our bedroom."

A shiver runs down your spine, and you nod in agreement. You both carefully place the baby in her crib, making sure she's comfortable before tiptoeing out of the room, hand in hand.

Once you're in your bedroom, Marc pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. You feel his hands roaming your body, and you can't help but moan softly.

You and Marc undress each other, your bodies pressing together as you explore each other's skin. His hands find their way to your breasts, squeezing them gently as he kisses down your neck.

You let out a gasp as he takes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before moving to the other breast. Your hands tangle in his hair, holding him close as you feel yourself growing wet with desire.

Marc's hand travels down to your pussy, stroking your clit as he kisses his way down your abdomen. You moan his name as he licks your wetness, his tongue flicking over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.

You pull him up to you, hungrily kissing him as you feel his cock pressing against your entrance. He enters you slowly, savoring the feeling of your tightness around him.

You both move together, your bodies perfectly in sync as you reach a euphoric high. With a final thrust, you're both tumbling over the edge, coming together as one.

Being together is what first brought you here, and as you look into Marc’s eyes, you're certain it'll be what keeps you together for the rest of your lives. Marc collapses on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms as you try to catch your breath.

You lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat slow and fall back into a normal rhythm. 

You get up to go to the bathroom, but Marc grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the bed. Turning your head back, you see his facial features had softened. Steven. Hands travel over your body, running down your sides before stopping at your hips. You feel him hardening again, thrusting against your ass.

“Why don’t you just stay right there, love.” Steven whispers in your ear.

Laying back on the bed, Steven still behind you. He slides into you again, your body rocking against him as he thrusts in and out of you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as he kisses the back of your neck. He whispers in your ear, telling you how gorgeous you are.

If he could, he'd stay inside of you forever, loving you every single day. You find yourself saying the same thing. How much you love him. How there is nowhere else you would rather be.

You feel your orgasm building, and you know you are close to finally achieving your peak. Steven kisses your shoulder before biting it. That sends you over the edge, and you both moan together . 

"Anyone else?" You say jokingly. Hearing a small breathy chuckle escape the man behind you, you turn your head. Just before you could fully turn your head, his hand slid up to grab your chin. 

"Corazon, you know I am a patient man." Jake growls against your ear.

Squealing as he flips the both of you, Jake peppers your face with hungry kisses. Spreading your legs to take in his gorgeous cock. You feel him enter you again, and you moan into his mouth. Slow, deep thrusts, filling you up and making you moan as you feel yourself tighten around him.

His cock throbs as he watches your body react to his movements. He lifts you into a sitting position, wrapping your legs around his waist before picking up his pace. Slamming his mouth into yours before pulling up to look you in the eyes.

“Te amo,” he whispers before kissing you again. "Siempre te amo."

"I, I love you too." you moan, "I love you all so much."

Jake’s thrusts are becoming harder, faster as you feel your body begin to shake. Tangling your fingers into his hair, you pull him into a kiss. Your mouths open and wet, sloppy and hungry for each other. You both moan as you come together, and you collapse on the bed. As he comes down from his high, Jake pulls out of you, curling into your side.

His arms wrap around you and bring you in close. You are in love with the three men, and you couldn’t feel more complete. Couldn’t feel more whole.

"I forgot how much stamina you all had." You giggled. He smiles against your hair.

"Amore, you have no idea." Jake responds. Kissing your cheek as you snuggle together. 

In all honesty, you could have stayed like that all night. However there was just one little thing you had forgotten about. 

A cry interrupts your thoughts. The baby. A little piece of the both of you. Your husband begins to get up, but you were quicker than that. Pushing his chest, he smiles as you lean down to kiss him one final time.

"I got her. You stay and rest, my moon."

"Sunshine, those are the sexiest words you have ever said." Marc's voice responds

You smile, climb off the bed and throw your satin robe on. This life you had with Marc was easy, and you couldn't be more grateful. Turning back one last time, your eyes linger on his chest rising and falling. He was alive. Not part of your imagination. 

You, your Moon, and your Starlight. All Alive.

[murdrdocs]

lazy mornings with steven grant

waking up in his shirt, the material grazing your thighs. you step out of bed, not having to step over a circle of sand, and slip on your underwear from the night before. hes not far behind you, and you both make your way to the bathroom. you go through a short routine of emptying your bladders, then you both brush your teeth at the same time, steven standing behind you with a hand on your waist.

you make your way to the kitchen, where you both have a bowl of cereal and watch whatever is on the TV without truly paying attention.

then just a few minutes later, you’re sitting on the couch, each holding a book. your head is on his shoulder and his arms around your waist. then your head is on a pillow and your feet are in his lap, his hand resting on your ankle with his thumb idly gliding along the skin. then he’s spooning you in the small space, your book in front of your face, almost dangling off the couch, and his book held in the air. then your book is face down on the ground and your head is on his chest, he’s on his back and his book is still in the air.

your breathing has evened out a long time ago, and his arm had gone numb even before then, but you both stay in the position.

steven only gets up when he physically cannot hold his pee any longer, and he maneuvers so slowly that he fears he’ll accidentally let loose right there on the couch. but he makes it, and you’re still asleep.

you wake up to the smell of grilled cheese and butternut squash soup.

at the small table, you repeatedly doze off with your head in your hand and your grilled cheese halfway to your mouth. steven watches you amusingly, shaking you awake with a gently “love” each time you fall asleep.

you make it through your meal, and are basically completely asleep at the table when you feel a wet kiss on your cheek.

“whoops,” steven says.

“what is it?”

“seems that i’ve gotten some soup on you.” his thumb is already rising to his tongue. “here, let me,” he licks it, and reaches it out towards you.

“ew! steven, no!” you’re wide awake and cringing away from him, maneuvering left, right, and back to stay from stevens thumb.

“what?” he says between all of your giggles.

“that’s so gross!” you tell him. you’re still moving away from him, and still giggling.

“you’ve never complained about me being ‘gross’ before,” steven lifts his eyebrows as he says it. his thumb is still outstretched to you. “especially not last night.” he adds.

your jaw drops, mouth opened with shocked. “don’t pull that card on me,” you hold out your pointer finger, the vertical position turning into an accusatory point. “what happens in bed stays in bed.”

steven scrunches his nose. “but it doesn’t just happen in bed? does it?” you’re trying to silence him but he’s not listening. “happened on the couch, the counter, here that one time, against the bookshelf, against the tank, poor gus he’s seen too much.”

your giggles are uncontrollable now.

the sound is heavenly to steven.

your laugh, paired with the gentle thud of rain outside, is divine to steven. he wouldn’t have it any other way.

neither would you.

[storyarcscribe]

Hi!! If you write for moon boys, would you please consider a prompt about f!reader x Steven stuck in an elevator? We all know that building is old enough :) strangers to friends/lovers, no ER. Smut or no smut - you decide :) if this prompt is not interesting for you, feel free to skip it! Have a good day :)

Oh I've been WAITING for this one, my beautiful anon....

Stuck with a Stranger

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: On your first day for a new job, being trapped on an old lift with a neighbor doesn't seem all that bad.

A/N: First Moon Knight fic EVER. Did I get this right? Keep me honest as I love this show and would love to keep writing on it!

Warnings: Pure fluff, tired and beautiful Steven Grant, me trying to relive my days living in London for college, an American trying her damn best to write in a British voice

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Moving from America on a work visa, you had no idea what a flat could be like before moving to London. You expected a chic, Victorian style building with beautiful ceiling and a park across the street. A fool’s fantasy, but it was one you dreamed of as a little girl. 

Your new building wasn’t Buckingham Palace.

You didn’t think it was even up to code.

The flat served its purpose though. It was spacious, albeit old and falling apart. You were pretty sure your landlord refused to update anything past 2002. However, your commute was short, and you were close to everything via tube. Your older neighbor brought a pound cake to your door last night, welcoming you to the building. Residents were quiet and relatively all older or of working age. 

Today was your first day of work. You landed your dream job in your dream city. Everything today had to be perfect. You dressed sharp. Pencil skirt. Blouse. Blazer. Not a crease or stain in sight. You brewed your favorite tea and managed to pull back your hair into a decent style.

Stepping into the lift, you sipped your tea and checked your watch. 8:15 a.m. Perfect. You would have plenty of time to set up your things and meet your new team before the work day started. 

“Hold the lift!” A voice shouted down the hallway. 

You looked up from your watch to see a struggling man with a stack of papers rush to lock his door. You held an arm against the door to keep it open—no good making an enemy of your neighbor. With a final tug, he closed the door and rushed to the lift. He only noticed you when the lift doors closed as he struggled for breath. He wore a dark button-down collared shirt and stained trousers. The stranger's curly hair was wild, like he didn’t even brush it through, the curls overlapping in every direction. The papers he clutched were a crumpled mess. 

“Cheers,” he breathed. 

His eyes connected with you like a deer in headlights. He was handsome, though, that much you could tell yourself. You couldn’t get past the the purple under his eyes. The curls fell over his forehead, framing his large, brown eyes that went so wide you could see your reflection in them. 

He cleared his throat, his apple’s adam bobbing under the tight collar of his shirt. “T-thank you.”

The doors shut, and the lift began to descend. You forgot how slow this damn thing was until you were in it. Then, finally, one floor passed after what seemed like an eternity. 

He shuffled around, trying to give you some room until some of the papers fell from his hand, scattering across the ground.

“Oh.. bloody hell,” he mumbled, attempting to pick up the paper. He looked like a baby bird trying to pick up a worm. 

“Here,” you placed your ceramic cup on the ground. “Let me.”

You squatted as gracefully as you could in a pencil skirt. Another floor went by. 

“Oh goodness,” he blushed. “Please, don’t. I’ve made a mess of myself…”

You lifted a paper to him that flew closer to your corner. “It’s okay-“

The lift jerked to a stop, causing you to lose your balance. He fell against the obsidian wall, arms falling out to catch himself as he balanced himself in the corner. The rest of the papers were scattered across the floor. Something metal-like screeched along the top of the lift. You struggled to regain your footing. 

He stepped forward, hitting the ground-level button. Nothing. He hit your floor’s number. Nothing. 

You pulled out your cell and tried looking up a phone line. No service. 

“Great,” you deadpanned. Fan-fucking-tastic. Your first day of work and a first impression was going straight to the gutter. 

“It’s fine,” he assured. “Someone will have to notice.”

A light bulb above you went out. 

“Eventually,” he murmured.

“Sure about that?” You breathed. 

Your very tried neighbor paled. “Donna’s gonna kill me.”

“Donna?” You repeated. 

He looked frazzled for a moment like he didn’t expect you to hear that. “My boss.”

You sighed, understanding. “At least you’re not starting a new job.”

“Oh goodness,” he lamented. “They’ll understand, yeah? Has to be on the list of excuses you can say on this first day.”

You attempted a smile. “And that won’t work with… Donna?”

“Oh, no,” He scoffed. “I’ll be in the manager’s office as soon as I walk in.”

You snorted, and he smiled like he didn’t even realize he made any joke.  

As you two sat on the lift floor, the conversation flowed easily. He had lived alone in this building for a few months, worked at the National Art Gallery, and had a goldfish. You shared your recent move for a new job, furniture hunting, and adjusting to the British lifestyle. He was easy to talk to, looking at you as he held to every word you said. You had never captured the attention of someone like this before. 

“What do you like about living here?” You asked candidly. 

His brows furrowed. “Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

Steven thought carefully, lost in thought. “London’s a city where you can be your own person, yeah? There are so many of us here, new and old. So much history, but it changes every minute of every day.”

Words failed you for a moment as he twiddled with his hands. 

“It’s a city for everyone,” he shrugged with a sheepish smile. 

There was such hope in his eyes like today wasn’t possibly the day this stranger you met would not get fired. In his tired eyes, you saw such wonder for life. 

“Corny?” He asked candidly.

“No,” you disagreed whole-heartedly. “It was perfect.”

The elevator groaned back to life. 

“Clearly,” you smiled. “The lift like that answer, too.”

As the doors opened, you introduced your name with a soft smile. 

“Steven Grant,” he answered back with a little wave. 

The action might have been amusing to any other human being, but he was so genuine with warmth in your eyes that you couldn’t help but embrace it. He was so much more relaxed even as he bounced on his toes. The tiredness in his eyes was replaced by something else. 

As you departed from the building together for the tube, you couldn’t help but be grateful for your old building allowing your kind neighbor who makes being in a new city easier to manage. 

On the following day for work, you waited an extra minute as Steven flung himself out of the door, late for work again. For some reason, you wished the old lift would stop again, giving you an extra moment with your neighbor.

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A/N: awwwwww :) Ooof maybe I should do a Jake and Marc elevator meet q as well because this was FUN.

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[ronn-uuu]

Stay up for me?

I made a part 2 for y’all bitches!! 😁 I hope you y’all enjoy!! 🫶🏾

|Part 1|

Summary: It’s been 4 weeks since the music incident with Steven. You’ve been trying to talk to your neighbor(s) to befriend ‘him’ but he’s never there. One day you hear him through the walls one night and decide this is your chance.

Pairing: Marc x Reader (heavily), Steven x reader and Jake x reader.

You were laying on your bed with your phone in hand reading some random stuff (like you are now.) trying to cure some sort of boredom or need inside of your chest. Your mind wondered onto the neighbor, the one you met about a month ago, you kinda wanted to see him again. Your attempts to talk to him always failed. He was never home and when he was you were out. One time you passed him without realizing it, he was leaving and you were heading to your Flat. You walked right past him no words at all. You didn’t realize he might be your neighbor until you were trying to fall asleep.

You huffed in embarrassment, you really missed your chance and you don’t know when—

Muffled speaking cut your self loathing. You looked at the wall next your bed, waiting to see if you were just hearing things.

“We need to talk to Khonshu about these hell of hours, yeah?” Muffled through the thin wall. It took you 5 seconds to hop off your bed put some pants on, slip your fluffy boots on, and clean yourself up in the mirror. It was embarrassing how quickly you changed emotions, your looks and self esteem just for a guy who knocked on your door a month ago. Though you didn’t care, you wanted to finally speak to him. The very pretty Steven Grant was home and you just had to shoot your horrible shot.

You closed your front door and walked next door. Your heart was going so fast and I you were literally beaming, like a kid who just got praised for something. You knocked softly after fixing your hair one last time.

Marc was currently in control, he got them home and cleaned them up. The month after meeting you was full of them running around meeting up with Layla, protecting people, artifacts, and people. Their sleep schedule was totally fucked, once steven finally fell asleep and in the same minute Jake woke up and went out to go fight crime. They had an altar meeting after waking in a dark alley bloody, bruised and still in the suit.

Marc sighs as he feeds Gus 2.0 since Steven will never let Marc get away will killing the original Gus. Just when he was beginning to start his horrendous sulking he heard a knock.

“Who could be awake at this hour?” Steven questioned.

“Who knows,” Jake replied. Marc walked towards the door and opened it. None of them would have thought it would be the pretty neighbor from next door, Marc should have given the body to Steven but Marc didn’t give him an ounce of control. His eyes racked over your frame. You looked so snug in that fluffy faux fur jacket and those fluffy boots, he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

“Hey Steven!” You exclaimed. You were excited to meet him again but hearing a name that wasn’t his but his altar’s made him jealous.

“Hey, it’s been awhile,” Marc says. You notice his accent was American, his features were more rougher, and he stood more confident than when you last saw him. Maybe it’s because last time you saw him, he was tired. But he changes accents when he’s tired…?? You shoved the thought of it down. Maybe he’ll tell you one day.

“Yes it has. I’ve been trying reach you for a while,” you admitted. Marc smiled, you we’re trying to reach them and it won't be the first and definitely not last time he cursed khonshu. He could have been spending his time with you but he knew deep down that lives would have lost so he kept the cures to a minimum.

“Really?” Marc smuggly asked. Steven was partying in their mind., their neighbor literally sought for them after the music incident. This was the close he got for someone showing interest in him. Jake praised him for it too.

“Yes, steven,” you said as you playfully roll your eyes. Marc would be lying if he didn’t say ant to tell you everything… First with his DiD. That he was Marc Spector and not Steven, but one thing held him back. Rejection. If you reject him even the slightest about his identity he’ll never feel alive again. His mind is already ‘broken’ enough.

"I should have asked this when I knocked on your door. What's your name, sweetheart?" Marc asked looking down at you. You smiled and told him your name before he parriot it back to you with such softness, like it was a delicate flower. Your eyes soften towards him, if he keeps saying your name like that you'll never let him go. Their mind was filled with steven and Jake repeating it.

“Hey I’m thinking of getting a late night snack… want to come?” You ask and ‘steven’ nods. You smiled widely that would have your cheek bones hurting for a bit.

[isawthisangel]

domestic/relationship situations with steven/marc headcanons part two

find part one here

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word count: 900w

a/n: i will happily write a full length fic for any of these if you guys send me one of the prompts, or any different ones<3

Steven loves to cook and is usually home by the late afternoon, but sometimes when he has more work to do when he gets home and you have to work late, you end up ordering takeout. You guys have a hat with all the different takeouts written on pieces of paper inside for when you can’t decide, which is often.

On weekends you love nothing more than holing up in the flat to binge whole seasons of tv shows. Steven is all over this, making the sofa as cosy as possibly, collecting blankets and snacks and content to sit for hours with your feet in his lap or your head on his shoulder, his arm around you. Marc usually lasts about two episodes before complaining that he’s bored.

You suggest reorganising the bookshelves. This takes weeks. Steven is so meticulous about where his books go, even though it looks like a mess to anyone else, he can find the book he’s looking for in seconds when he needs to. You have your bookshelf, but your books have started spilling over, which is fine as long as they’re in the right section.

Honestly I could write an essay about this. Steven sat cross legged on the floor surrounded by books, stacking them into piles and trying to work out how best to organise them, brow furrowed. You giving up trying to help after a while, realising he has his own, very complicated system. Rearranging the plants and fairy lights around everything when it’s finally done. Smiling whenever he looks at it for the next few days.

Both of the boys like to rant when they’re worked up about something, but the topics on which they tend to get so upset about vary drastically. If Steven is upset about a new display at the museum, or Donna getting his name wrong yet again, Marc will be angry about something going wrong on a mission, stomping and swearing around the flat injured and covered in blood.

Similarly, you have to learn that they can’t be calmed down in the same way. Steven can usually be placated pretty easily by a cup of tea or a shoulder massage, whereas with Marc you have to let him burn out by himself. When he finally collapses into a chair and goes silent, then you can move in and start patching him up best you can, dropping kisses onto his skin at regular intervals until he’s fully relaxed.

Baths. Steven doesn’t usually have a bath, and if he does you’re in there with him. Marc, on the other hand, would live in the bath if you let him. He’ll soak until the water’s cold and all the bubbles are gone, half asleep with a contented half smile on his face. He’d never admit it, but he loves coming home to a bubble bath.

Sometimes when you wake up you find Marc asleep on the sofa, not wanting to have woken you up when he got in from a mission the night before. Despite your protests he continues to do this if he knows you have to be up early the next morning, even though you’d rather be tired and know that he’s come home safe that night.

Similarly to the laundry, you can tell who’s been shopping while you’ve been at work by the contents of the cupboards and fridge and how they’ve been organised. Steven will have a meal plan on the wall and all of the (mostly fresh) ingredients neatly stowed away. Marc will have filled the freezer up, and maybe bought some fruit and veg, if you’re lucky.

Steven one hundred percent gets distracted and dances with you in the kitchen when you cook together. Enough said.

Sometimes you’ll catch Steven before he rushes out the door, ever late, for work to fix his tie or his hair. This isn’t necessarily because it looks bad, you’re just after one more kiss before he leaves. If he’s caught on, he doesn’t say. If you’re fixing Marc’s hair or clothes before he rushes out the door it’s most likely because he’d lost track of time with you in bed that morning. You’ve been late countless times for similar reasons.

‘Laughter is infectious,’ sure, but Steven’s laugh is actually infectious. If he’s laughing, you’re laughing, it doesn’t matter what he’s laughing at or where you are. Similarly, Marc laughs so little that when he does you find yourself smiling regardless, relishing in the sound, trying to memorise it.

Steven is annoyingly good at presents, and you struggle to match the thoughtfulness of his gifts. Marc has a strict no present policy, which you happily disregard during every holiday, knowing that he’ll complain and then smile secretly afterwards, when he thinks you can’t see.

You try to eat breakfast and brush your teeth with whoever it is you wake up to every morning, schedules allowing. It puts you in a good mood in the mornings, and prepares you for the rest of the day. If you get frustrated at work you think about breakfast, or how you get to go home to such a loving environment that night. It usually makes you feel better.

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[whatthefishh]

Merry, Happy

AN: self indulgent fic of the week #2. This is part one of three little blurbs of what I think a friendship with the moon boys would look like during Ramadan (and if reader has an inevitable, obvious, unmistakable crush on them). In no way am I trying to misrepresent the boys from their original presentation of Jewish, and if I have in any way please let me know. This is mainly just focused on reader’s time during this month, not to take away from anything the boys do on their own.

Tagging some people who might be interested but this is a no pressure tag ❤️ @looneytooz @marc-spectors-wife @copingchaos @romanarose @xbellaxcarolinax @in-between-the-cafes @melodygatesauthor @360iris @annautumnsoul @minigirl87 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @kittyofalltrades @outlawsredemption

No warnings, just a very short fluff HC

Part I - Steven Grant x Muslim!reader ❤️

Steven and you have a little routine at work: you make meaningful eye contact across the gift shop floor, one of you raises your eyebrow and the other nods, signalling it was time to take your coffee break together

This usually consisted of him drinking one of his niche tea flavours that you’ve never heard of and you making your coffee with the machine in the break room

Then Ramadan came. Steven, of course, wished you, knowing about your religious views after having been work friends for so long

Not to mention the little crush he's been harbouring on you. And no, Steven doesn’t know you like him like that either because he thinks every time he catches you watching him it’s because he’s doing something wrong and you’re probably laughing at him

You came in to work that day with a sticky note on your locker with little drawings of the moon on it, and a hastily written note saying “Happy Ramadan” in his messy handwriting, and he made sure to tell you, too, when he saw you

His demeanour never failed to make you comfortable and happy around him. His soft nature easily coaxing smiles from you but this felt sweeter than any of those other times, your face heating up as you calmed your racing heart.

Nobody had ever gone out of their way to make you feel so seen in a workplace about your faith, and you were used to it. It was something you had come to accept a long time ago, but seeing your friend (whom you already had a hard time not fawning over) put in effort to make you feel celebrated made your heart melt. You had to hold back tears as you thanked him with a watery smile.

Steven unusually was missing during your coffee break that day, and the next, which was slightly disheartening after his sweet gestures but you told yourself he wasn’t your boyfriend and he didn’t have to report to you.

At first you assumed he just missed it because of Donna, or maybe he wasn’t in the next day, or maybe he got caught up overexplaining something to some curious kid who shoved garbage in the displays. Honestly, it could’ve very well been a lot of things. Regardless, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

On the fourth day he missed your joined breaks, you hunted him down and found him sitting outside on the steps, drinking a tea he’d purchased from the cafe (not his preferred brand or flavour) and munching on a scone that, from the look on his face, wasn’t very good

“Steven? What… what are you doing out here?”

He almost choked on said scone

“Um, hi- uh. Thought I shouldn’t eat in front of you, since y’know… since you can’t eat ‘n all.”

The fact that Steven didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by eating in front of you so he sat outside in the chill March air, all by himself, made you melt. If possible, your crush on this adorable, dishevelled man grew even larger.

You then proceeded to yell at him (affectionately) to come inside before he caught a cold as he looked up at you sheepishly, muttering “alright, alright” while he dusted off his bum from where he was sitting

You vowed to bring him a box full of treats for Eid, and maybe a little extra gift depending on what you could find in East London for him

[boredzillenial]

MoonKnight Steven helping the reader choose a gift at the museum.

Thank you Anon! This one is just gonna be something a lil sweet 🥰

Themes: gn!reader, momentary Karen interaction, lil sassy Steven to the rescue, some self-depreciation on readers part, general awkwardness (workin on getting better at writing fluff bare with me).

Word count: 1,424

You make your way up the steps of the museum. Today was the first you’d had off since moving to London and you had spotted this on your bus route on the way to work this past week. Though you were supposed to meet up with some workmates in a a little over an hour for lunch you just could pass up the though if wandering around the museum.

Determined to make the most of your first day off you step inside, the soft sounds of voices and footsteps echoing off the high vaulted ceiling. You took in the sight like a kid in a candy store as your heart fluttered, ever the history nerd. You picked your way through the crowd gathered around the gift shop by the entrance. Your nerves get the better of you as you struggle through the crowd and push a little harder. The motion causing you to shoulder check a smaller American woman. The nicknacks and candies in her arms scattered around you as she shouted.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Her round face beet red as she stepped up to you, though she was only about chest height to you you were sure this was how you’d met your end.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean.” You stammer and put your hands up attempting to take a step back. “I can get these-“ you continue and start to pick up her items scattered around.

“Seriously watch where your going! Can’t believe people these days!” She shouted and you winced internally at her voice echoing around you.

“Oi okay.” A soft but firm voice sounded from above you. “They didn’t mean it, obviously. We’ll clean this up you just go back to shoppin’ if you like -“ the source of the voice stopped as you looked up and your eyes met. His soft curls fell forward as he knelt down beside you, a blush rising on his cheeks. “You alright?” You hear an indignant huff and small stomps as the shouting woman stormed off.

Your mouth went dry as your heart thundered in your chest. “Y-yeah. Sorry it’s my fault. So stupid I can pay for all thi-“ you began to apologize.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He holds his hand up a bit in a calming gesture. “Happens all the time, it’s not your fault.” He says softly and smiles as he picks up the rest of the nicknacks. “I’m Steven.” He reaches a hand out.

Nervous panic shoots through you causing you to stand quickly. Feeling a bit woozy as blood rushes to your head as you grip onto the armful of candy and random items. You shift on your feet a bit and squeeze your eyes at the rush.

“Woah, alright.” Steven reaches out and holds your elbow firmly “You okay?”

You nod and look down at your armfull of stuff “How was she even holding all this.” You chuckle.

“No clue, here.” Steven nods towards the register and drops his handful of stuff across it “lay it here I’ll sort it.” He leans forward trying to help get some items out of your arms to help.

You gulp and nod as you lean forward to get everything on the counter. Your lean along with him leaning caused you both to meet in the middle. Steven’s blush reappeared and deepened as you met each others gazes over the counter, faces inches from one another. The moment seemed to stretch on for eternity until -

“Next guided tour, please follow me!” A call jolted you out of your frozen state and you took a step back from the counter.

“I gotta, the tour-“ you pointed at the woman who made the announcement.

“Yeah,” Steven replies, looking a bit disappointed as his gaze shifts from you down to the mess on the counter.

“But,” you take a moment to be brave and touch his hand. “I’ll come back by when it’s over.” You give a soft smile.

His eyes light up and that smile returns. He bites his lip just for a moment and nods, sending your heart racing.

You nod in return and jog off to catch up with the tour guide.

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The tour feels like an eternity as your thoughts linger on Steven. While you do your best to focus on the information being given by the guide all your mind kept bouncing back to was the curls that fell out of place, the softness of his deep brown eyes, the curve of his lips, the -

“And that concludes our tour! Thank you everyone for your time, please don’t forget to donate and check out our gift shop.” The guide calls out, snapping you out of your dazed state.

As the crowd in front of you parts you see Steven nearly on his tiptoes looking around from behind the counter until his eyes settle on you. His smile sends your heart fluttering as he gives a single awkward wave.

You take a deep breath and make your way through the crowd. Every time your eyes flicker up to him you see his gaze locked on you. “Hello again.” You say as you near him.

“Hiya, how was the tour?” He beamed, stepping away from the counter to come closer to you.

“Oh uh, guide was great it was just a bit hard to follow.” You admit as you shuffle slightly on your feet, not wanting to admit he was the reason you couldn’t appreciate the tour.

“Well I mean I could take you around -“ Steven begins.

“Ahem.” Sounds from behind you. You turn and see a harsh looking blonde woman, arms crossed and shooting daggers in his direction as she smacked her gum.

“Right, Donna sorry. After my shift I could show you around?” He says half to you half to the woman behind you. She rolls her eyes and walks off before giving a response. “I’ve got a couple hours left, if you’d want to come back later?” He nearly whispers as his eyes brighten.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” You say as you try to steady your racing heart. You weren’t quite ready to leave yet, panic flashed through you as you blurted “Mind if I poke around the shop?”

“Oh yeah, here I can show you the best bits.” He begins to show you around the little bits and bobs on keychains and in small plastic packages. His voice bright and step light as he educated you on the inaccuracies of the candies and the details of the pyramid paper weights. You followed him for what felt like hours, in reality only a few minutes had passed. “Honestly the plushies are some of my favorites.” He pointed.

“Could I get that plush beetle and pick it up later when I come back?” You ask. “I’ve got some work colleagues to meet in a bit. I don’t think they’ll enjoy one of these at the table.” You chuckle and pick up a plushie beetle and hand him your card.

“Oh yeah, let me ring you out and I can put your name on it for later.” He looks up expectantly, just now realizing you hadn’t even given him your name yet. You right out your name on the receipt paper and hand it off to him. He reads over it like a love letter and repeats your name, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue send the fluttering in your stomach into a hurricane. “Right, it’ll be right here when you come back.” His smile widens a bit and the blush returns to his cheeks as he tucks the plushie scarab under the counter.

You return his smile and nod, you glance down at your phone to check the time and realize you’ve only got a few minutes to get three blocks down the road. “Shit I’m so sorry,” you begin to shuffle towards the door. “I will be back!” You nearly trip as you call over your shoulder and wave, bolting out the door to make it to your awaiting colleagues down the street.

“Laters!” You hear Steven call out behind you. You already pounding heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you ran out the museum and down the front steps. You had no clue how you were going to focus on any of the coming conversation. Stevens’ voice and image replayed in your head as you sprinted down the block, giddy for the moment when you’d be sprinting back up those steps back to him.

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Raaaaaaa okay I am so deeply out of practice writing fluff. Please tell me what y’all think! We’ll get back to our regularly scheduled debauchery soon 😘

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[slimearchon]

You nestled snugly against your lover, oblivious to the world and floating in dreamland. You stirred a bit when you heard some thing coming from the window.

“Mn?” You hummed, still unconscious but slightly aware on a subliminal level.

Marc’s eyes shoot open, his arm tightening around you, like a lion intent on prey, he raised his head from his pillow and looked at the window.

Some lowlife was trying to break in with a crow bar. Marc had to hand it to the guy, he was breaking in from the window at attic level height.

Guy had guts but he picked the wrong place to rob.

Marc didn’t even have to crawl out of bed, his shining white eyes was enough for the burglar to yelp and fell backwards

That startled you awake, jolting in his tight embrace. “Mm? What’s that?”

“Nothing, moonshine. Go back to bed.” He reassured dropping a kiss onto your head. You sleepily hummed and fell back into his embrace.

(Don’t come at me for grammar mistakes .I wrote this at night. I’ll correct anything tomorrow. 🤍)

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Can I request something with Jake as the reader is nervous, and she says 'let's talk' and Jake thinks she is breaking up with the system, but she tells him that she's pregnant. Happy ending though pls 😇

~Everything Changes~

Pairing: Moonknight trio (Jake focus) x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: anxieties and brief mentions of childhood traumas

Genre: fluffy af and just a little angst

Summary: You have news for your boyfriends that you do not know how they'll take and your anxieties cause some for them

A/N: This was actually SUCH a cute ask thank you for requesting it I fell in love with the concept immediately, hope you enjoy the result <3

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You sigh to yourself as you dig through your bag for the keys to your apartment. Like always you shout into the apartment once you open the door.

"I'm back darling are y'all home yet?" You ask, flicking on the main light in the living room. The apartment's too quiet for your boyfriends to be back. It looks like you beat the boys home. That's fine, better even, gives you time to sort out the best way to break the news to them. You honestly have no idea how this conversation is going to go, you've been noticeably distracted thinking about it pretty much all day.

You take a few moments to just sit with yourself in the silence of your empty apartment before putting on some music to get dinner started. Something simple, you know Steven had work today but you can never predict who will actually be fronting by the time they get home. If Donna was particularly horrendous on any given day Jake would take over. If something Khonshu related happened usually Marc would be the one shuffling into your shared home. You wonder how that's going to play into it now that things are about to change so drastically. You're not quite done when the door to the apartment clicks open.

"Hi lovelies." You shoot over your shoulder.

"You're home already?" Jake greets you once the door's open.

"Yeah, but I've not been home long."

"Dinner smells great mi vida." Jake kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I've made pasta and chicken. I know you're not particularly fond of vegan dishes." You say.

"Well I like yours cariño, your food doesn't taste awful and bland like what I've mostly seen of vegan food."

"Well I appreciate that sentiment I suppose, but I know you still prefer nonvegan." You chuckle.

"That's true, yes, but I'll probably have both anyway." Jake shrugs.

"Was work particularly bad for Steven today?"

"No actually, that horrid Donna woman was out sick, but I missed you. Steven was with you this morning and Marc was out most of last night. Only fair I get some quality time of my own. We agreed."

"You boys are so silly." You laugh.

"Steven wants you to know it's only you that makes us act that way."

"How cute." You muse.

"Yeah he's quite the sweet talker. How was your day?"

"It was fine, I worked through most of the morning and then I had some errands to run." You shrug.

"What sort of errands?"

"A little of this a little of that, some shopping, some dropping off of things, meeting people." You say vaguely. "Dinner's about done, can you grab some plates and forks?"

"Of course." Jake joins you in the kitchen getting plates and utensils while you turn off the oven and the stove. You pull the chicken out of the oven and Jake grabs one and drops it on his plate before you've even put the tray down.

"It's hot Jake be careful!" You warn him as you spoon pasta onto your own plate.

"No worries muñequita, I'll be fine." Jake winks.

"You all always eat like you haven't had any food all day." You shake your head taking a seat on the couch. Jake scoops pasta onto his plate and joins you as you pick something to watch.

"Your food is too good to not." He says. You roll your eyes at him but you don't bother to respond as you start eating. Both of you are pretty quiet through dinner, mostly discussing the show you've chosen to watch through dinner. You still have to talk to them but the words keep getting stuck in your throat. You wish you weren't so worried but this could easily go very wrong. When Jake finishes his meal he stands and kisses your cheek.

"I'll take care of the dishes and then I'm going to hop in the shower." Jake tells you, taking your empty plate from the table.

"Alright." You nod. Okay y/n suck it up, you can't put it off forever. "When you're finished darling we, need to talk." You announce before you can talk yourself out of it again.

"That- sounds ominous. Is everything okay? Should I hold off on the dishes?" 

"No no, you can finish up it's not- urgent." You tell him. Jake washes his hands and turns off the sink.

"What's this about cariño?" Jake asks walking over to you as he dries his hands.

"I have something to tell you- but I'm not sure how you'll react to it." You tell him when he sits beside you.

"You're breaking up with us, aren't you? We should've known this would happen eventually. I warned them you'd grow tired of us. We've exhausted our good fortune I guess- it was only a matter of time before you realized we didn't deserve-"

"Enough. Jake!" You blink at him utterly stunned by his line of thinking.

"You don't have to-"

"Whatever you're about to say, stop because I'm not breaking up with you and I cannot believe you think I'd grow tired of you. How could you sit here and say you don't deserve me or what we have or- Jake, I love you, all of you, with everything that I am. I can't believe that you still doubt that." You shake your head.

"Y/n no one has ever stuck around. Steven is idealistic and Marc is hopeful, if the other shoe drops one of us has to be able to hold it together for all of us I can't-"

"Jake. There is no other shoe to drop. I am not breaking up with you. I'm not tired of you or giving up on us, I don't think you undeserving of the love I have for you. Other people not loving you is not your fault." You tell him gently, grabbing his face in your hands.

"I do want to believe you but it's not easy to unlearn years of trauma plus what else could you possibly have to tell us that you think we'll take poorly?"

"Jake I'm pregnant." You say. Jake's eyes snap up to yours, wide with shock but you can't pinpoint the secondary emotion swirling in them.

"What?" His voice is barely a whisper.

"I'm pregnant. I was at the doctor today about it, we- could have a baby." You say gently, placing a hand on your stomach. You're only a couple of months along so, if they really were against the idea, terminating the pregnancy is still an option but you're not sure you could go through that and be okay after.

"We're going to be parents?" He asks.

"I know we haven't really talked about kids but-" Jake leaps off the couch before you can finish your thought. As if the news only just clicked in his brain he's suddenly whooping loudly. He even pulls you off of the couch with him.

"We're having a child? You're serious?" He scans your face as he waits for your answer.

"Yeah." You nod.

"You're not leaving." He shakes his head.

"No." You answer even though it was less a question and more a confirmation with himself. He pulls you tightly against his chest with a sigh.

"We're having a child muñequita. A child." He says in disbelief. "Do you think we're ready for this?"

"I don't think anyone is ever ready. But we will all figure it out. Together." You say. Jake makes a sound like a snort and you pull away from his embrace with a questioning glance.

"Steven is scolding me for ever daring to think you'd break up with us." Jake tells you with an eye roll.

"Well he's right about that but save the scolding for later sweetheart. Right now let's just- enjoy the thought of this next phase of our lives." You say leaning into Jake's arms again. You had no reason to worry. You knew they would make wonderful dads and it settled your nerves endlessly to hear the joy in Jake's voice over the news. Everything was going to turn out just fine.

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Lol imagine watching Star Wars with Steven and seeing Poe on screen and being like “haha, Steven Poe looks a lot like you.” And Steven, bless his heart, can’t see it

Omg yes yes yes!!!😂😂 He’d be such a sweetheart and listen you you try and prove your point, but he’d still be like “okay, sure.” And whoops my finger slipped and I wrote a little blurb in my notes on my phone and pushed all my other WIPs to the side and am currently posting to post😁😇

I Don’t See It (Steven Grant x Reader One-Shot Drabble)

Steven furrows his brows when he tilts his head to hand you the bowl of popcorn. He had noticed that you had been looking back and forth at him out of the corner of his eye for a while, but your prolonged stare as the television illuminates your face piques his curious mind.

“What is it, love?” he smirks softly, his coffee brown eyes trying to read you.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” you return, taking a handful of the snack and munching on it. “C’mon, hon. You’re telling me you don’t see it?”

“Don’t see what?” he asks again, lightly licking his lips as his brain works at light speed to try and piece together what you’re trying to get across.

“You look just like Poe!” you giggle.

“Are you having a laugh?”

“I’m serious! You could be twins: the beautiful brown eyes, the strong, handsome jawline, the fluffy hair? I mean, sure, your hair is a bit more curly, but, it looks just as soft as yours is.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like him just as much as me,” Steven chuckles as you lean forward, running your fingers through his hair to part it like the actor in the film. As your fingers comb though his hair, someone of the more prominent curls on his head become less defined and more like Poe’s. Pulling out your phone, you quickly snap a picture of Steven and pause the film at just the right moment. “C’mon, hon. Tell me now you don’t see it,” you say as he looks between the phone and the screen.

“Sure, he’s a handsome bloke—and I know you think I’m quite dishy—but believe me when I say there is no resemblance between us,” Steven persists with a soft smile. “Marc and Jake say they don’t see it either. We look different and sound different.”

You cheekily shake your head and roll your eyes, clicking the play button on the remote and snuggling down on Steven’s chest. “Whatever you handsome men say,” you breathe, tossing some more popcorn in your mouth. “Whatever you say.”

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[heartsfromjeanee]

Snowy Nights

Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: As the snow fell down outside, you and Marc cuddle up by the fireplace getting ready to have a cozy night in.

“Marc! What’s taking you so long?” You yelled out from the couch. As snowed outside, you felt as though it was the perfect night to sit by the fireside and watch some Holiday movies on TV. The thing was you had already been sitting on the couch by yourself for ten minutes and you wanted your boyfriend next to you to snuggle.

“Hold on Babe!” Marc shouted from the kitchen and then a moment later he appeared into the living room. He had to mugs in his hand that as he got closer, could instantly smell that they were cups of hot chocolate. “Made us some hot chocolate to warm us up.” He smiled while he situated himself down next to you, handing over the cup he made for you.

“Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?” You complimented before taking a sip hot the sweet drink. The minute the liquid hit you mouth your eyes widened for a moment, not because it was hot, but because of the distinct taste of alcohol that took you by surprise.

“Did you spike the hot chocolate?”

Marc looked at you with a mischievous smile. “Yep, my own special concoction.” He took a sip of his own drink and let out a refreshed sigh. You furrowed a brow at him.

“If I remember correctly last week when you had that nasty hangover you were never going to drink again?” You teased, taking another sip of your drink.

Marc shrugged, “Hey, God hates a quitter.”

You laughed and snuggled up closer to him, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you.” You spoke softly, staring into his deep brown eyes.

“Love you too honey, but if you keep staring at me like that then we might just have to call it quits on the movie and go straight to the bedroom.” He flirted, a subtle smirk on his face.

You quickly leaned away from him and grabbed the remote that was next to you, then faced the TV. “Nuh uh, not until we watch The Grinch first.” You started to scroll through the TV services to pull up the movie.

“I thought you had watched that with Steven last week?” Marc asked curiously.

“Hey it’s my favorite!” You retorted, pressing the play button on the screen and watched the movie start to roll up. “Now if you sit through this with me without complaining then maybe I’ll treat you to your own private little show later.” You glanced over at him with a smirk, watching his eyes light up at the idea.

“......You know did I ever tell you how much I love this movie? It truly is a classic.”

[myorestes]

Dream Boy (1/?)

Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader

↪ Warnings: Fluff, Stuttering (Sorry), Not the best of Writing, Oscar Isaac

↪ Summary: Your first day on the job. Seems simple enough right? Well, that simplicity changes when you meet your new boss and new coworker. Simple....right?

A/N : I'm so sorry for this. The stuttering does get out of hand tbh- I hope this isn't too cheesy. This is from my Wattpad. It's sure going to look childish. Yeah, just read it. What could go wrong?

Cheerio!

Words: 1k :)

It was a day like no other.

You had work today at the Museum. You had just gotten a job there and didn't want to go. Sure, it was to pay off rent, and yeah, you thought it would be fun.

But, waking up at 6 am just to sell things that didn't associate with Egyptians seemed foolish.

You lifted yourself off your very comfortable bed. It was the most relaxed you've been in a while. You had such a groggy feeling as you lazily opened your eyelids. Your eyes gave a second to adjust.

The sun shined through your curtains. You stretched your arms and yawned as you set your eyes on your alarm clock.

6:55...

That's what it read. right? You squinted your eyes so that you could make sure you were reading it correctly.

"Oh, bloody hell.."

You huffed as you quickly got up to grab your clothes from your dresser. Two words repeated in your head as you tried to rush your way out of the apartment. 'I'm Late. I'm Late. I'm Late!'

You eventually did make it out the door but, dang, you didn't have your keys.

You rolled your eyes as you barged back into your apartment to find your keys. Didn't take you long, but it could've been quicker to find them.

You stormed out the door, locking it swiftly. You would be delighted to just look decent since you didn't get a chance to even look at yourself in the mirror.

Just what you need to start your new day at work.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

You had eventually set foot into the museum. Sadly, you were looking for the gift shop. Your field of vision was a bit lazy as you tried your hardest to look around without looking like a twat.

Your search was stopped when someone tapped your shoulder.

Your body jolted towards the tap. Your eyes had moved first as your head followed to reveal a woman. A very disappointed-looking woman to be exact.

Your eyes went straight for the name tag. It read 'Donna'

'Shit, it's my boss'

The stiffness in your body grew as she stared at you with a disgusted face.

"Annndd where the hell have you been?"

Her accent was strong as she scolded you. You gave her a sheepish smile as you scratched the back of your neck.

"I- I'm sorry, I wo-"

"I don't need your excuses, your 'partner' was late too. Can I not even have loyal employees?!"

Her voice rose. You were stuck on the word she used for your secretary. They are supposed to help you in the Gift Shop department since you've never been good with cashiers. You would've never expected them to be late.

"Well? get to WORK!"

Your eyes grew wider as people around you began to stare. You nodded to Donna, yet, you still had to ask her one more question. Where the hell is the gift shop.

"Don-"

"To your right"

"Yes ma'am"

You saluted her off for some reason. You shook it off as you jogged towards the Gift Shop. Luckily, it was easy to see. You were also glad to see that there weren't any customers.

You finally reached a white counter that shined bright against the lights from the ceiling.

You looked left and right for your so-called secretary. You couldn't quite find them so you just decided to take a minute for yourself and put your stuff away.

You had also found a small mirror on the counter.

You decided it would be best to fix the mess of hair that appeared to be a bird's nest.

You laughed a bit at yourself as you attempted to fix it. Along with your eye bags, you grabbed some under-eye foundation, which you thought was very useful.

As you began to place the substance on your face, some sort of eerie feeling came upon you. It didn't feel right but it didn't feel wrong either.

You shook your head slightly and finished the rest of the mush on your face so it didn't look out of place.

Suddenly, your eyes met with another's in the mirror. You looked concerned as you slowly turned towards the being.

"Oh..h-hi"

Someone said with a flustered voice. Your face met with theirs. You scanned them, it was a guy. A very handsome guy to say the least.

You had forgotten about their greeting so you blurted out,

"H-hello!"

Your face went into a bright pink as the man chuckled a bit at your response. You tried to laugh along but your brain felt like it was shutting down.

"I-I'm guessing you're the one working with me, no?"

You forced yourself to nod a 'yes' towards the black-haired boy. He appeared to be wearing a grey jacket of sorts with a button-up collar and some very nice dark grey jeans. He had very curly hair which fell on top of his forehead. 'Talk about smoking hot!'

You hadn't noticed, but a smirk grew onto your face as you scanned the man's features.

"Let m-me show ya the ropes"

"Sure"

He spoke fluently, yet, he always stuttered at least once in his sentences. Probably because you were a new person to appear in his life. An attractive one to say the least.

He began showing you where everything is. You had a fond memory so it wasn't too hard to recollect everything. You took one whole circle around the Gift Shop until you came back to the counter.

"So? Y-you think you're good to go?"

You meddled with your hands as you were stuck on one thing. The stupid cash register. That's the one thing that you struggled with the most.

"I-I um... Could you p-possibly.."

Why was this so damn hard? You were usually so good at speaking your mind and finding words without thinking about it. For some reason, it was so hard to find the words to ask how to use a singular cash register.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. The curly-haired boy didn't seem to take it that way.

"S-Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

A confused look came back to you as you waved your arms around.

"No! of course not, why would you think that?"

He started to fiddle with his thumbs as he couldn't think of something to say. You looked at him for a second to spot a name tag. You quickly read it.

"Steven"

Your right hand covered your mouth from the sudden outburst. 'I didn't mean to say that out loud!'. Steven looked at you with his cheeks turning a dark red. His eyes were wide as his mouth was partly open.

"How-"

"Your name tag! Don't worry I'm not a stalker!"

You both laughed a bit in relief. This was getting a little awkward. You sure as hell didn't want Donna to come back and yell at the two of you for not getting your work done.

"Just- could you help me with the register?"

Steven's eyes looked joyous. It was as if they were sparkling.

"M-my help?!"

He was pretty joyful. He looked like a puppy as he led you towards the back of the counter.

"Cute"

You whispered as you followed. He looked at you but went right back to the cashier with a bright smile on his face. Then he began to show you how it works and yada yada.

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

The shift was almost over. You should've been grateful, but you weren't. You felt this pain in your chest as you began to close off the shop. 'What's wrong with me?'

You've never felt this, it didn't feel right. Your face looked disgusted as you turned around back to Steven, who had just finished putting away the plushies that were on the floor.

His face looked gentle as he strolled over to you.

"Are y-you alright?"

Your face fell back into a calm smile as you spoke to the nervous boy.

"I'm quite alright, you?"

"Feelin like a ray of sunshine"

He gave you a warm smile. You both chuckled as you left the shop to finally close off your nights.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

You said as you held the back of your neck with your hand. Steven put his gaze on you, it was as if he was staring at you lovingly. 'As If!'

"Can't wait.."

He darted his eyes towards the ground as you both walked out of the museum. You were going to say goodbye until you noticed something. Steven had been walking the same way as you towards your bus stop.

"Uh, Steven?"

His face jolted up to look at you once again

"O-oh, hello"

"Do you take this bus too?"

His face froze as he looked at the bus stop. It sure was his bus stop. His head turned towards you and then his eyes did.

"I guess it is"

His smile never faded as you both waited for the bus. You did eventually get on it, together. Steven was kind enough to pay for you. You reassured him that he didn't need to. He shrugged it off saying that he owes you.

"Owe me for what?"

"F-For being so kind"

His smile just somehow grew larger and brighter. He sure was optimistic. You ran a hand through your hair as you looked out the window for a second. It was almost time for you to get off.

Butterflies formed in your stomach. The butterflies seemed to be a good and bad feeling. They came from Steven's compliment but also came from the fact you were going to leave someone who made you happy.

Your stop became closer and you sighed.

Steven's face grew concerned. He didn't say anything but he did glance at you from time and time.

You got up from your seat and waved goodbye.

"Now I will see you tomorrow"

A loving smile formed on your face as you looked at the curly-haired boy one more time. He smiled back. You could hear your heart pound as he said his next words. It was the cutest thing he said all day.

"Laters Gators"

A/N: Wasn't too bad, yeah? I might post the second chapter. Idk, we shall see... Hope you enjoyed my awful writing <3

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A falter in our lives.

moonknight fic :)

Warning: mentions of blood needles and a small mention of smut, other then that it's all hurt/comfort and fluff at the end! any ways enjoy

Summary: you're home one night and your boyfriend decides to text you, it's not good..

paring: Marc x male!reader (later on steven and jake)

It was the middle of the night when you had gotten a text from Marc, telling you he'd be over in 20, you immediately go to clean up your room, before your boyfriend of 7 months, comes over for the first time in...damn..it's been a while huh..anyway-While you get that done Marc on the other hand was nearly limping to your apartment, 20 minutes away? Yeahhh a little more like 25-30, when 15 minutes were up, you were done cleaning your room, thinking it looked decent, and knowing it didn't have to look perfect, you flopped over on your queen sized bed and got on your phone, texting Marc.

Y/n:hey sweetheart, you almost here?

Marc:yeah just ran into some trouble.

Y/n:oh shit, TROUBLE trouble?

Marc:no no just don't worry about it, love you.

Y/n:love you too..

You worried for a bit before calling him 5 minutes after, no answer. You called again...No answer. You decide to walk out side of your apartment, and inside the elevator you thought to yourself..."it's Marc..maybe he's okay" when the elevator doors opened you could see your boyfriend in the doorway entering the lobby, with a gash on his left thigh, you rushed over to him "Marc!! Oh baby what happened!?" "Nothing-" "this doesn't look like nothing!" You rush him to the elevator covering his leg so no one would see, and in the elevator, he tried to start conversation, but you stayed silent

In your room you tossed him on the bed, on his right side of course "hey what gives?" He said across the room where you were searching for a needle and thread, hoping and praying they'd work to stitch him up, you came back to him "Pants. Off" "Y/n~ it's too late for th-" "MARC." He went silent.

He slowly striped of his pants throwing them on the floor and you quickly try to begin working on his leg, when suddenly, a choked sob comes the depths of your throat, its raspy, like if you held it for to long you might explode, "hey hey hey whats wrong?" Marc says, putting a hand on your cheek to tilt your head up so you can see him better, his eyes widen a little bit to see your red glossy eyes and a little snot dripping from your noes

"THIS is shit I should know about Marc, and you never tell me..do you not trust me?" His eyes got bigger and he quickly said "no no no no! It's not that! It's just..I have business that I can't involve you in" he slid his thumb over your eye, wiping the tear away, you begin stitching his thigh "agh!" "Sorry.." you say, you want to talk more but you don't, the room was filled with Marc's groans and him telling you to slow down, the neighbors were probably going to get confused by this-

Once you were finished you put everything away and washed your hands off, "hey..y/n?" You heard Marcs voice from the kitchen, you turned to see him standing in the hallway, on his right leg, "yeah?" A small sniffle came from you as you walked over to Marc, Placing a hand on his right side and helping him to the bedroom, "I'm sorry." You tense up for a bit before continuing to walk him to your bedroom.

Marc never usually...apologizes? But when he does, it's very sweet and comforting, you got to the bed as you laid him down and sat at the foot of the bed, "what for?.." you asked he sat up next to you "for not telling you about...this, and I'm sorry I never tell you sooner he said "you're my boyfriend for God's sakes..and i-" he was cut off my you kissing him directly on the lips, you pulled away "it's okay" you say, Marc was kinda surprised you forgave him that fast, "I know you're fine on your own, and if anything, this?" You point to his thigh "is just a scratch, but!" You say, shocking marc, "make me stitch you up again and I'll just give you straight up armor" you say making Marc chuckle, "thank you..for everything".

"No prob bob."

tbc?

AHHH OKAYSO THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER OMG I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! I write fem and gn reader too!sorry it was short but I hope you enjoyed!