#steven grant hc

[lostalioth]

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞

→ premise: it was meant to be just a simple quick visit to your sweet boyfriend at work, a regular thing on your days off, something steven looked forward to. especially when the both of you snuck off to the bathroom.

→ pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, against the wall sex, bathroom sex so semi-public sex, creampie, nicknames [baby, love, darling]

→ a/n: kinktober 11

It was merely meant to be a short visit to Steven, your lovely boyfriend, at his job in the gift shop. You just missed him and wanted to see him, you didn't intend for it to end with the two of you sneaking off the bathroom.

“Darling I really need to get back to work, my boss won't like that I'm gone so long” he groaned out, his voice soft as his breath fanned across the back of your neck. His body betrays his words however as he makes no move to stop pinning you against the bathroom wall. His hands grab onto your hips as he drills into form behind. Your chest up against the cold tile wall, your hips bouncing off of his making a slapping sound that filled the echoey bathroom alongside your whines. Your knees grow weaker and weaker the closer you get and the faster and harder Steven thrusts inside you. “Mm baby please just a little longer im s’close” you whimper out about too loudly, the words slurred as your head was going hazier from the pleasure.

Steven's large hands leave your hips, one comes up to cup over your mouth muffling your loud moans, the other drifts between where your bodies are connected and rubs at your clit. “As heavenly as you sound love you‘re gonna get me fired if you aren't quieter” his voice trembles as he can feel you clench around him in response to him silencing you. His eyes screw shut in bliss as he can feel your cunt trying to milk his release from his aching cock. “Gonna cum baby oh fuck-” your words come out mumbled and broken from beneath his hand though Steven can hear you enough to understand.

“Cum for me darling” he moans out, his hips speeding up even faster trying to push you right over that edge. His cock hitting just right deep inside you and his thumb playing with your bundle of nerves you cum hard on his cock. Biting your lip to help further muffle the wanton moan that threatens to escape, it comes out as a strangled desperate whine instead. “Good girl baby, fuck im gonna cum okay love?” He grunts out as his hips falter in rmyth fucking you through your high. With an almost pathetic sounding whine leaving his lips, Steven’s orgasm hit him, shooting hot ropes of cum inside you. After a minute or two when the both of you catch your breath he slowly pulls out, the mixture of his cum and your own leak out of you, trailing down your thigh.

“Maybe you should visit me at work more often darling” he chuckles softly and leans down to kiss at your exposed shoulder. You smile sweetly at him as he quickly works at cleaning you up best he can before he goes back off to work with a short but loving goodbye kiss.

→ a/n: i have never written for steven, this is really short and kinda ass as i rushed it cause its like 2 days later than when i wanted to post this, im trying to get back on track and not fall further behind so there will hopefully be another kinktober day posted today as well.

[petertingle-yipyip]

SO LONG LONDON - STEVEN GRANT

Pairing: steven x reader (established) (and then marc shows up)

Word Count: 2,489

Summary: Dating Steven was always a bit of a gamble. So when a beautiful woman comes to town claiming your boyfriend as her husband, you find a whole new side to the man you love.

//honestly idk what happened here, just go with it//

It made no sense.

You two were scheduled together all the time. Donna claimed it was the only way to make sure Steven actually showed up to his shifts. And for the most part, it worked. Occasionally, you two would have a day or two different and he wouldn’t show or would be ridiculously late. But you were usually able to explain it away to your manager so Steven wouldn’t get in trouble.

But now, it has been three straight days of Steven pulling no-calls-no-shows. Even when you tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail. Like his phone wasn’t even on.

You were walking around the city that day after work. You picked up some lunch and were looking at your phone, contemplating whether or not you wanted to try calling out texting him again, but the sharp whizz of a woman on a moped cut you off.

You stopped so suddenly in your tracks that your phone fell from your hands as you scrambled to catch your food.

“I’m so sorry!” The woman said quickly, suddenly in front of you with your phone in hand. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” You shrugged it off and held a hand out for your phone. She went to pass it back to you but her eyes lingered on your screen where Steven’s contact photo was waiting.

“It was my fault for not looking.” You tried while she quietly stared at the screen. Your fingers hooked on your device and with a slight tug, you got it back.

“I’m Layla, by the way.” She said when you had moved to leave.

“Y/N.” You nodded. “Nice to meet you.” You tried to leave again but she spoke up.

“Boyfriend?”

“What?”

“The guy on your phone.” She gestured to your hand where your phone still sat. As subtle as possible, your thumb hit the lock button to hide the photo that was still waiting. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “He’s M.I.A. right now so I’m starting to worry. Normal girlfriend things, y’know? He’s a bit of a sleepwalker so…” You finished awkwardly.

“Would you…” She began and your brows raised. “Would you wanna get some coffee maybe? I think we should talk some more.”

“Oh, well.. Thank you but I should get home. I’m like three missed calls away from a missing persons report.” You tried to joke.

“It’s just that your boyfriend looks an awful lot like my husband.”

“What?” Your heart sunk.

“Yeah, uh..” She hurried to pull her phone from her bag. “My husband, Marc Spector. Maybe you’ve heard his name? He comes and goes for work but then I got a call and now I’m here trying to find him.”

“Oh!” You sighed in relief. “Okay, it’s probably a coincidence because my boyfriend’s name is.. Steven… Gra…”

Your sentence trailed off as Layla showed you her screen and a photo of her and someone who looked exactly like Steven faced you. His posture was different and you assumed his aura was as well. His hair was styled differently and he even wore different clothes than Steven would. Too similar to ignore but too different to convince you.

“Wow, um, that resemblance really is… Y’know what, maybe we should get some coffee.” You agreed.

After a while of you two talking, neither of you were convinced the other person was talking about the same person. Layla’s ‘Marc’ seemed to have a completely different personality than Steven. He seemed rougher, insufferable even. To be able to completely abandon your wife with no explanation was borderline appalling, and Steven would never. He hardly even went to run errands without giving you a full list of everywhere he intended to go.

As far as you could tell, the only similarity was their looks.

You offered to bring her to Steven’s apartment to show her that he was a different person with a different life. But when you knocked, your usual habit just in case he was home, he actually answered the door.

“Hello, Love.” He smiled at you, though the expression quickly faded when he saw yours. “Something wrong?”

“Steven, this is Layla. Layla, Steven.” You introduced before she had pushed past you both and into the apartment.

Steven looked at you in confusion but you smiled in apology with a small shrug. He stepped aside and gestured for you to come in so you did. Layla was investigating the small space and Steven was staying close to your side. You could feel his fingers tapping the back of your hand, his silent request to interlock your fingers together, but you put your hands in your jacket pocket instead.

“This is your flat, Marc?” She asked and you were thankful someone finally spoke to break the tension.

“I’m Steven, actually.” He answered.

“And you live here with her?” She gestured to you.

“No.” You answered for yourself. “I stay a few blocks over.”

“It’s my mum’s flat, actually.” Steven defended.

“You guys are talking again?” She asked as she found one of the poetry books on his shelves.

They exchanged remarks about the French poet and the hieroglyphics on Steven’s desk. You watched quietly and were finding nothing that could indicate Steven was Marc. But then again, the one French poet he knew just so happened to be Layla’s favorite. And his explanation of hieroglyphs was the same as hers.

Was it possible?

While the two turned to argue about divorce papers and Steven’s identity, you were distracted by the unusual gym bag on the table. You glanced and saw them take their conversation to another side of the room so you went over to the bag. You were thankful it was already unzipped so you pulled the sides apart and were dumbfounded by what you saw.

Stacks of money, a gun, a golden bug, and a passport.

You were drawn to the document so you pulled it out quietly and opened it, seeing a different name printed on the page.

“Marc Spector.” You read to yourself and your heart came to a screeching halt in your chest.

“Who’s Marc?” You asked suddenly, drawing attention to yourself. You held up the passport expectantly.

“Oh, jeez, uh…” Steven rushed over, crumbling the divorce papers under his arm as he reached for the passport.

“No.” You held it further away. “Who are you?”

“C’mon, love. You know me.” He tried, almost desperate for you to be on his side.

“I don’t think I do.” You said sadly. “Who’s Marc? Is he your twin brother or something?”

“I don’t know.” He answered quickly.

“He is Marc and he needs to tell me if we’re getting this divorce or not.” Layla spoke up and snatched the papers from under Steven’s arm.

“You seem lovely, Layla, truly. But I’m not Marc Spector.” He insisted and you so badly wanted to believe him. “I’m Steven Grant and I work at a gift shop. Well, I used to work at a gift shop. I just want my life back.”

“Doesn’t seem like you know which life that is, do you?” You slammed the passport against his chest.

“Y/N, please wait.” He reached for your hand but you backed away.

You nearly ran down the hall to the elevator. You needed to get away. From Layla. From Steven or Marc or whoever the hell he was.

It felt like you didn’t know him anymore. A different name you could live with. A secret job, sure, you could get over that. But a wife? An entirely opposite personality? That shook your entire world, the very foundation of your relationship. You could justify the rest but the idea of him loving someone else so wholly and being someone else so entirely, it had you questioning everything you knew.

About him. About life and love. Even about yourself.

It made you wonder if you could walk away from it all. Say so long to the quiet london boy that stole your heart.

You were back in your apartment before you knew it and you leaned against the closed door for a moment once you were inside. Your head was spinning with the new situation and you decided you didn’t want to think about it. You pushed yourself up and headed to your fridge, picking out one of the cans you usually reserved for after dinner or nights you had friends over for drinks and movies. You took it into your room and got changed before dropping onto your couch.

You put your can on the side table and picked up the remote, flipping through channels until a familiar movie played. You let it run as background noise while you read your book and slipped your drink. But despite your best efforts, Steven was still present in your mind. When you were picturing the main male character, all you could picture was your boyfriend. One of the female characters started to look like Layla. It drove you insane.

You threw the book to the coffee table and dropped to your back across the cushions. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at your ceiling when someone knocked on your door. The first time the noise came, you didn’t move. Surely whoever it was would leave. But after a few seconds the knocking came again, with more authority than the first time. so you hauled yourself up and shuffled over. 

Opening the door, you were greeted by the ghost of your boyfriend. For the most part, it was the same man. Same clothes and same facial features. But his dark curls were pushed out of his face. His posture stood taller and his shoulders pulled back.

It didn’t take long for you to recognize you weren’t looking at Steven.

You moved to close the door when his hand shot out to stop you. You tried leaning some of your body weight against the door but it hardly budged. You muttered a small complaint to yourself before stepping back and opening the door fully.

You stared at the imposter expectantly.

“Not gonna let me in?” He asked, gesturing slightly towards your apartment.

Even his voice was different. Missing the accent, deeper and fuller than Steven’s. Seeing the more mature sound come from your boyfriend’s face sent goosebumps across your skin.

“Why would I? I don’t know you.” You shrugged.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He groaned and ran a hand down his face. “You really wanna have this conversation in the hall?”

You sighed heavily and as if on cue, your nosy neighbor was leaving her apartment. You grabbed Marc’s jacket and pulled him in, giving the woman a quick wave and a tight smile. You heard her question who he was but you shut the door before having to answer. You stared at the door for a second to collect yourself before turning to face Marc, who had already made himself comfortable on your couch.

“Little early in the day for drinks, don’t you think?” He tried to joke and shook the empty can but you didn’t laugh.

“Well when I find out my boyfriend is married and absolutely not who I thought he was, I’m entitled to a spiked lemonade… Just be glad it isn’t the bottle of vodka in my freezer.” You countered, the words spilling faster than you could control them. “So who the hell are you this time?”

“My name’s Marc.” He began and you rolled your eyes. “Steven and I are…”

“Twins?” You tried your earlier guess. You just desperately wanted something simple for an explanation. A case of mistaken identity among twins was simple enough.

“No, not exactly.”

“But you are the one married to that girl, Layla, right?” You pressed.

“Yeah.” He nodded and a small smile crossed his lips. “Steven’s never met her till today.”

“Well…” You said awkwardly, coming a few steps closer. “She’s very pretty.”

He smiled a little wider for a second before he seemed to remember why he was there.

“Listen, I came here because I wanted to try and explain what I could to you.” He began carefully.

“Is Layla right then, Steven’s just an act?” You cut in sharply. “A fake name so you can lead a life away from her? Because it seems to me that that woman loves you. Why she would is baffling to me and why you would divorce her is even more ludacris.”

“He’s not an act and he’s not fake.” He seemed to flinch at the last word. “Maybe he’s not all that real, either. It’s…” He blew out a heavy sigh. “It’s complicated, Y/N/N.”

“Don’t you dare.” You said tightly, closing the distance to put yourself in front of Marc. “You’ve existed to me for all of ten minutes. You have no right to call me that.”

“You’re right.” His hands went up in surrender. “I’m sorry.”

“How do you know about that anyway?”

“I know pretty much everything about Steven’s life.” He shrugged innocently. “You, the gift shop, his really shitty boss. I know what bus he takes, that goddamn fish. Jesus, I even know what underwear brand he wears.”

“How? Why? I just-“ You groaned and pushed your hands into your hair. “What the hell is going on, Marc?”

“Sometimes…” He spoke carefully, as if he was treading around land mines. “There were a few nights when you would come to Steven’s, or walking back to his place after work, it wouldn’t be him… He wouldn’t take over in time and it would be me. Kinda got to know you through that.”

“Oh my god.” You said quietly, your hand covering your mouth as you sunk into the chair beside you. “When he would be super quiet and just nodding or making little humming noises…”

“Yeah…” He hesitantly agreed, clearly embarrassed. “I tried to kind of push him forward but- I don’t know how this shit works, Y/N. I’m just living with it at this point.”

“So… You’re Marc and he’s Steven, but you’re also the same?” You questioned as the information tried to sink in. “Like you two are-“ You interlocked your fingers together.

“Same body, different people.” He nodded. “I know it’s a lot but don’t.. Don’t leave him over this.”

“Leave him?” Your brows furrowed and you almost laughed. “I’m not gonna leave him over this.”

“Really?” His brows raised quizzically. “Cause it didn’t seem that way when you walked out.”

“I can handle personalities, I think. It’s the marriage that’s a problem.”

“To be fair, it’s my marriage.” He offered. “Like I said, he never knew her.”

“I just need a day or two to let it process.” You confessed. “And I think you need a day or two to figure out things with Layla.”

“Yeah, probably right.”

“And if you two work it out, me and Layla are gonna have to figure out an arrangement.”

[moonknixght]

Fooling Steven Grant HCs [afab reader]

CRAZY CONCEPT but just hear me out wc: 760

⋆ The whole thing started the night Steven came over after an extra shift-- to see you peeling off a transparent mask that stuck to your skin. Naturally, It didn't look like a face mask, but instead more like an actual layer of skin.

⋆ Obviously Steven isn't dumb enough to think that it's actually your skin…

"Does this brand of mask hurt when you're removing it?"

Unless….

⋆ ..Unless you've seen countless trends of people playfully gaslighting their boyfriends about 'shedding' after periods. And obviously, this was too good of an opportunity to give up.

⋆ "What mask?"

"Th-? The one you're taking off right now, love."

"Steven… that's not a mask.."

"Wh-"

"It's skin! I'm doing my monthly shedding."

⋆ Oh the confusion in his face was palpable. At first it was like, 'You're joking, right?' kind of bewilderment, denoted by the dopey smile on his face while his brows knitted in confusion.

⋆ but that declined into actual confusion and surprise when he noticed your expressions didn't have any sign of goofing off. Only you were aware of the struggle of holding it together.

⋆ "Girls don't.. shed.. do they?"

"They do, Steven."

⋆ You could almost feel bad for him. But your reassurance kinda made him back off for a bit and retreat back into the bedroom. You were disappointed that he didn't have a crazy reaction.

⋆ But boy were you in for a treat when you came back to the bedroom. Of course, Steven, was obsessively scrolling through his phone, eyes concentrated on the headlines but as soon as he noticed you step in..

⋆ "Doesn't say anythin’ about shedding, does it? No."

He sooo proudly showed off the phone screen to you, but you already saw this coming. You knew Steven like the back of your hand, of course he was going to try sass you.

⋆ "Yeah.. that's because it's a secret. We don't really say it to all men. Because of like.. the salem witch trials. Imagine if everyone found out that women can shed skin like a snake."

⋆ He was going to call it ridiculous, but you somehow made sense, in a very, very odd way. But That didn't mean he was completely going to trust you on this yet, even if he loved you to the end of the world.

⋆ "But what about the men that know? Like.. me."

⋆ "Think about it Steven, I wouldn't be making this so obvious if I didn't trust you enough to hold this huge secret." (that was the first truth in a bed of lies, you did trust Steven with alot of things)

⋆ The best part was that you can see his brain short-circuiting. Steven is one of the most smartest people you know, so seeing such moments is very very special

⋆ Now the thing is, practically, he has small social circle, Which means the people he can ask this to is also minute. Obviously he cant ask this to Donna!

⋆ He's tried Marc but Marc is kinda gullible, the moment he broke this to him, Marc believed it because it wouldn't make sense why you'd lie?

⋆ Surely Jake can help! He's been involved with many women before, right? That's what he claimed. Anyways, Jake admits that it's true. Because god forbid Jake loses a chance to fuck with Steven

⋆ Layla came around the other day, and his mistake was asking her right infront of you. All you had to do was to show Layla the 'look' behind Steven's back, and she caught on easily

⋆ "You told him?" Layla said, just as Steven noticed that she was looking at you

⋆ but that was the nail in the coffin; Steven actually believed that women shed their skin

⋆ It was a quiet month after that incident, that even you forgot about it; until you got your period again and by the end of the week, he actually showed up with moisturizers and sweets because "It looked like it hurt to peel a layer of yourself off" :(

⋆ Steven, your sweet summer child, had bought you care products because he actually believed what you said

⋆ Obviously after that, you let him in on the actual secret that it was just a transparent mask sheet and his immediate reaction was rejoicing that he was right

"I wasn't going crazy then!! Women don't shed!!"

⋆ The absurdity of that sentence was just amazing, that you couldn't help but laugh and subsequently, it makes him laugh too

⋆ Ending the night (and this horrendous lie) by sharing the chocolate Steven bought and talking about it together is most definitely a welcome conclusion <33

[astxroiid]

Can I request capricorn ➞ fave places to kiss/be kissed with Steven Grant?

absolutely, love ! thanks so much for asking! 💋

Steven loves kisses in any form as long as they're from you. He can't describe how delighted he feels when you show him affection in any way. If he had to pick, he likes when you kiss him on the forehead/top of the head the most. It makes him feel safe, like nothing bad will ever happen (again). When you press your lips to his head, the world doesn't feel so cold and dark anymore.

In the context of him kissing you, the comment of anywhere makes him happy still stands. As long as he can properly convey how much he loves and appreciates you. If choices are to be made: kissing the top of your shoulder while he's hugging you from behind gives him the most satisfaction. He'll plant a kiss to the bare skin on your back then rest his cheek there when you're brushing your teeth after the shower and he'll feel at home.

again, thanks so much! requests from my 600 q&a are open until feb. 1 !

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[badboybeebat]

My favorite system. 🌙 🌟 ❤️

[vampirzina]

Hi! Can you do the pet headcannon thing with the moonknight system with a hedgehog, rabbit, or fish? Because I have all three! ♥️

warning(s): gn pronouns, spikes, fluff, sfw, established relationship, mdni

notes: an old request. it will be answered now .. 🤍

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Someone like Marc Spector wouldn’t have much of a reaction, at first.

— A rabbit and fish, fine. As long as they aren’t too clingy, he can deal with it.

— He may pay more attention to the kinder and more unassuming of your trio, the rabbit, but it’s not much more attention than he gives you. It’s more of fleeting affectionate moments between them.

— But when your hedgehog becomes rather picky and seems totally averse to his touch, he leaves them alone and doesn’t try. However, if they bite, he’d complain to you about it.

x

“I can’t not tell them to bite. It’s probably because you keep ignoring them,” you stated rather annoyedly. “Why don’t you try and be nice?”

x

— Helping him befriend your hedgehog was actually… Endearing, in a way. But he still doesn’t go looking for them on his own (he likes your rabbit more, and although he doesn’t say so, it’s obvious).

— After a long day, if you so happen not to be there or away, he finds comfort in your rabbit the most.

Steven Grant is more attentive than his peers, and he gets along fast with your pets.

— Obviously, he’s more into your fish. If they’re not an aggressive breed, he thinks they could make a good friend for Gus and offers to move them in with each other. Your fish is never not spoiled, having just as many nice things as Gus.

— Your fish is the first thing he checks on when you both come home, and the last thing he checks on when he leaves.

— He’s okay with your rabbit, and if you looked hard enough, there’s a resemblance in them. Still, he lets them relax on his lap as he’s looking over something some nights.

— As for your hedgehog, he’s nice to them, but their adamance on avoiding him when he’s next to you is a little saddening. He retracts his hand at the slightest flare of spikes.

— Unlike Marc, he doesn’t need you to tell him to make an effort to befriend them. He apologizes to your “Gus,” who is used to his attention, to focus on making the hedgehog comfortable enough.

— Treats them like a baby, honestly. You’d come home one day to a balled up hedgehog napping on him

x

“Home late, aren’t you,” he didn’t need to look up from his flip phone as he mashes at the buttons, arms caging the resting ball of spikes on his lap. “How was work?”

x

— He’d be lying if he said he loved them all equally, but his bond with your rabbit and hedgehog have tripled.

Jake Lockley wouldn’t pursue it, at first.

— He would eye them as the ones with feet would patter around, and he’s become warier of where he steps, especially because of the hedgehog.

— He’d be standing in the kitchen when they nipped at his ankle, and when he’d curse at the pinch, he wouldn’t become upset with them per se, but he’d frustratedly keep his ankles off the floor.

— He’d maintain a sort of roommate-like relationship with them, for the most part. The way he’d bond with them, over time, would actually be because he’d take the hedgehogs shedded spike and poke you with it.

x

A swift hand comes to slap your partner at the sudden sharp poke. Jake laughs when you give him a scowl.

“Throw that away. Matter of fact,” you grumbled, but you sat up anyway to snatch it from him. “Give it to me.”

x

— He’d come to like your hedgehog the most out of all your pets. Your rabbit was a rabbit, fine, and your fish swam and did things; but none of them had the potential to tease and pester you like your hedgehog.

— He calls them by a different name than what you named them, and you reckon if you didn’t keep an eye on him, he’d have your hedgehog for himself.

— It’s definitely become one of his favorite animals.

@𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐀೨

[thedevilsoftruth]

Here's some fucking Marc Spector hcs or whatever tf because I'm crazy.

New wave girlie. Mfs theme song in The Midnight Mission was literally The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. You can't look at him and tell me he isn't in the shower and screaming the lyrics to Policy of Truth by Depeche Mode.

Played the drums for a little bit. He needed a new hobby to distract himself but he could never get into it.

Mf does not trim his beard or cut his hair. Steven has to do it because Jake isn't any better at shaving either. " Ah, the ladies love it " he says as an excuse.

" Steven I need a new suit, please help. "

Please don't call him. My bro does NOT like being called. Just text him, mf 😭

Ear gauges. Because I said so. He has an eyebrow slit, so he needs ear gauges to go with it.

After Marc began seeing Khonshu when he was 12, he began slowly becoming more hostile to people at school. Especially in 8th grade. he got into a lot of fights with people and kind of ruined his reputation for a bit until he got into high school. His parents had to change districts.

Hairy ass mf legs. My man is a monster when he's in control of the body because his body hair grows back like... Really quick and he doesn't want to do anything about it.

He did taekwondo when he was 8-13. (No, this is not me self inserting)

He loves cats. One time after a really big fight, he sat by a dumpster and called Frenchie to come get him and help patch him up, but a really fat calico with a few fresh scratch marks came and sat next to him, and he adopted it. Frenchie was really confused when they got in the car. " Who's the cat? " " His name is Frank. " Poor franks white fur was covered in his own blood and Marcs. Looks like Marc wasn't the only one getting patched up that night.

One of his dream occupations when he was a kid was to be an areospace engineer.

Used to have baseball days with his dad. They'd watch games together at restaurants n stuff.

Thriller movie guy.

Khonshu decided to punish him and strip him away of some of his powers because Marc refused to do a mission and finally expressed to him about how he felt abused, so when he went into the dangerous mission, he came out partially blind.

His first car was a Ford f150.

Hates California. Hates Texas even more.

Eats lucky charms for breakfast, even as a 38 year old man.

" Steven why the fuck do you need apple airpods and how does this benefit killing Scarlet Scarab? "

He has a habit of catching things that fall with his feet. One time Marlene dropped a knife when they were cooking dinner together and he tried to catch it with his foot and um... Blood was shed.

Went on a double date to the state fair with Marlene and Frenchie & Rob. made Frenchie take all the pictures and carry their food, Marc threw up on grass after going on a dinosaur ride for shits and giggles. Also because he ate too many doughnuts. He loves doughnuts, man. They also went and watched a duck race and Marc participated and let one of the ducks go and his duck won. He was very excited about getting a smiley face sticker and a rubber duck. He gave Marlene the rubber duck.

He is absolutely bisexual, I don't care what you say. You can't look at him and Frenchie ( and the punisher ) and tell me they weren't at least a little gay for each other.

[jayke0]

I like the idea that Marc didn't know basic biology until he joined the army because Steven always used to front for science in school.

[amischiefofmuses]

Moon boys - Self Perception

It's not uncommon for alters to feel as though they don't look how they're meant to when fronting, that the body doesn't represent what they look like in the head space and I feel as though Jake suffers that more than Marc or Steven.

Jake goes about his day wearing his fake mustache, donned in clothes more befitting someone's old uncle or even their grandpa as some attempt of making himself feel less like his body is solely trained for violence, make himself into someone you could casually pass on the street without casting a second glance - because that's how he sees himself in his mind. Capable of violence, certainly but he doesn't want to be BUILT for it. It's not only good for his work to remain unnoticed until he wants to draw attention to himself, but good for his brain as some days he doesn't want to be acknowledged. You wouldn't know it from looking at him, no sign would ever be given that there's discomfort there in any capacity but it's there nonetheless.

With Steven, it's less discomfort and more- surprise?? Often he forgets that the body they share is STRONG, he carries himself like he's a smaller, weaker man than he is because that's the self-perception he'd built up over the years. When he sees himself shirtless it's a little jarring, but not an unpleasant or uncomfortable surprise. He still feels like himself, still comfortable in his own skin, that never changes.

Marc is the most confident in this body, and for good reason. He's the one who spent years training this body, honing it, looking in the mirror and seeing himself as HIMSELF. He's used to it, no surprises to be had.

[worthylee]

Moon Knight tickle HCs!! 🌙

(since i’m currently randomly back in my moon knight phase and it was like 4am when i started writing this-

idk what my brain was doing awake 🥲

no one asked but i shall provide regardless so yeah enjoy ! p.s these are my hcs for each character so you do NOT have to agree! i may add more later)

Marc Spector

Ler-leaning switch!!

To his dismay is capable of being reduced to hysterics

He can say ‘tickle’ with ease and likes to use it to tease and fluster Steven. Tho technically it’s hypocritical bc teases affect him

As expected he’s incredibly stubborn and will put up a fight, deny being ticklish or even argue with his attacker claiming he hates it (which is a lie but he will NEVER admit to it and would probably rather die)

He’s not an overly ruthless ler (compared to jake) he gives breaks and will stop if the lee really means it but he is so much rougher than his gentle British alter

Right between his ribs and sides will have him contorting while pleading and begging.

Some of his lower ribs will have him hiccuping

Shares a death spot with his alters just above his hips which will have him either screaming or straight up wheezing for air

His ears are weirdly ticklish and will have him squirming and giggling adorably (Layla has some real fun with that)

His laughter is deeper, more fuller in sound but when a weak spot is found he squeals which often makes Layla melt and she will often tease him about it

He starts fights but can also end them

Anticipation has him growling as a way to act annoyed but he squirms like an eager worm

He will play as system protector in this situation and front only if Steven seems to be on the edge of ticklish death or he feels he’s had enough

He hates it when Khonshu uses his pointy staff to poke him randomly, it puts him on edge with his brain thinking a tickle attack is coming but it rarely ever does

He’s partly delusional thinking that Khonshu just wants to annoy him and doesn’t actually know he’s ticklish (he very much does)

I’d like to point out that if you tickle Marc for long enough he’ll accidentally force Steven or Jake to front. But it’s usually Steven.

Steven Grant

Lee!! Change. My. Mind!

He cannot say the t-word to save his life, gets overly flustered and can’t form a coherent sentence if made to say it

Sometimes panics (especially if the ler threatens to target his weakest spots) and Marc will just suddenly front

“TAKE THE BODY MARC TAKE THE BODY!!”

As a ler he is playful but so gentle! Like he’ll tease but he will ask “you alright love? is it too much?” with like genuine concern. The only exception is when he’s playing tickle monster he is really speedy with his fingers

He is definitely one to initiate an attack just to provoke an attack on him

Yeah he secretly loves it

The only person he won’t go easy on is his alter Marc bc he’s always so moody so Steven uses tickles to make him smile for once

Everywhere is a weak spot!!

It’s not hard to send him into a fit of uncontrollable laughter

His laughter is much more high pitched and switches between being squealy and wheezy. A singular poke has him giggling giddily like a goddamn child

If tickled too long he will fade into silent laughter which often means he’s on the verge of dying (he never makes it that far because Marc often fronts)

Layla always takes advantage of enjoying hearing the squeaks and squeals when she tickles him

He finds Khonshu’s teasing pokes endearing and will say “stop it you silly old bird” which often results in more pokes

Jake Lockley

Ler! 💀

Ruthless. Merciless. Cruel. Unapologetic!

He’d have anyone screaming, begging and crying within second. Like he’s the kind of guy who’d be able to turn a non-ticklish person ticklish. He’d find the right spot

Not much of a verbal teaser but is ruthless with the anticipation purely to carry out the torture before he absolutely destroys the lee with their death spot

He’s the type to warn you. He’ll be like “You keep that up I will tickle you unconscious.” He warns about three times but then

HE. WILL. NOT. STOP!

Means they can’t use the “you didn’t warn me” excuse

If someone is tickling Steven or Marc and it gets way too much for them he will front and DESTROY whoever their attacker is bc he’s their system’s protector and he’s not afraid to act on his role

He’s not overly ticklish mainly because he has more willpower to not be but—

He shares the spot right above his hip like his alters which gets him laughing but he doesn’t have it as bad as Marc and Steven

To his utter most dismay if you repeatedly poke that spot the right way you can draw out squeals. HE. HATES. IT

If he’s teased for it just know you probably won’t live to see another day

It’s easy to tell if he’s fronting during a tickle attack bc his laughter sounds repressed and strained bc he either fights it or the spot just isn’t as ticklish

Or if you’re not attacking a sensitive spot he’s not laughing at all and just looks severely pissed so rip to you

If in a mood and is tickled…RUN! he will destroy anyone in his path!

Bc of this no one and I mean NO ONE tries to tickle him. Ever. Out of pure fear he might murder them

Even Layla hasn’t dare tried. Yet

[girl-next-door-writes]

I'm back, baby!

Woke up this morning and, for the first time in what feels like a long time, I have the deep desire to write.

Send me your gifs and I shall drabble.

I am also opening up my Alphabet Head Canons once more.

So... if you're interested...

Pick a character: Mycroft, Eddie, Steve, Remus, George, Poe, Armitage, Clint, Steven Grant, Gabe, Crowley, Dean, Sam, Spencer (or sneak in any of the characters I write)

2. Pick a list: SFW or NSFW

3. Pick a letter or two.

4. Send me an ask.

It's as simple as 1,2,3,4.

You can check out my other HC's here and alphabets are below the cut.

[bluelolblue]

Santino and Steven WILL yap your ears off about Egyptian mythology

[thedevilsoftruth]

Sparring Marc Spector? ( HCs )

Made you do 100 push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and 60 burpees with jumps and kicks in between before the round. He claimed it was his " light warm up "

Be careful. He's a mother fucking 5th degree black belt.

He uses no gear and no helmet. Bro is brave 💀

He bows and shakes hands with you and tells you good luck, but before he says go, you interrupt him.

" Headshots, sir? " You asked, grinning through your mouth guard. His smile fades.

" Am I joke to you? " It's bad enough that you wore your helmet.

Tournament rules; no going outside the ring and no kicking below the belt. HE GOES AGAISNT THOSE ALL THE TIME.

You kick his side, and he grabs your leg and lands a blow on your head. You try to shove him, but he's obviously too strong and pushes you instead.

" You're going outside the ring! You'd get penalties for that! " You say as he shoves you further.

" When do I ever play by the rules? " He gives you another headshot, and you stumble back. You reach for his wrist and twist it freely from your calf. You slide back three different times,and he chases after. You break your stance and stand upright.

" Okay, you wanna play dirty? " You say, looking him dead in the eye. He cocks a brow, and you take a step back. He watches you intensely.

" What are you doing, Miss/Mr L/N? " He asks, widening his stance and clenching his fists. Suddenly, you bolt out of the studio and into the closet in the office that holds the training weapons. You reach for a bo staff, ome of the metal ones in particular.

You walk back into the studio, and Marc gives you a sly smirk.

" I'm very intimidated. " he lies, opening his stance.

Your technique with the staff isn't great, and halfway Into your final fight, he steals the staff from you.

" Focus, L/N! Stop thinking about your girlfriend/boyfriend! " he jokes before landing blow to your abdomen that sends you straight to the floor.

He tucks a hand under his arm and hold his hand out for you.

" You okay, sir/ma'am? " He asks, you nod.

" Can I get water, master Spector? " You ask in a very whiney voice.

" Absolutely not. Let's do one more round. No helmet. Five minutes. No weapons. And this time, I'll actually go by the tournament rules. "

That was, in fact, not that final round. Five minutes, more like 2 hours.

[amischiefofmuses]

WHAT FLAVOUR IS YOUR SOUL?

honey - "sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if inchor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

lavender - oh moon child, restless sleeper, tell me what it's like to dream? you float along the margins of reality, picking up the pieces of fallen memories to sculpt into your own realm. you are searching, but your tongue is quiet, quiet, quiet. open your mouth and sing my dear, silence only does you good for so long. and here you planted roots in the darkness, where not even the moon can reach your leaves. there is such a thing as being too practical, for you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters, and never have you spotted land. your mind has wings, uncage them! allow yourself to dream, you are not too far gone. there is no such thing! trust in yourself dear.

rosemary - ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

Tagged by: @templeofvengeance Tagging: @compelledcurator | @ficklefables | @witchoflegends | @biblicallyaccuratemcu | @bucketfullofocs and anyone else that would like to do it!!

[girl-next-door-writes]

HC alphabet requests open once again!

Okay, so I am working on my festive fics right now and probably won't be posting much this month, so I figured I'd be able to throw out a few of the thoughts inside my head for anyone interested.

Pick a character: Mycroft, Eddie, Steve, Remus, George, Poe, Armitage, Clint, Steven Grant, Gabe, Crowley, Dean, Sam, Spencer (or sneak in any of the characters I write)

2. Pick a list: SFW or NSFW

3. Pick a letter or two.

4. Send me an ask.

It's as simple as 1,2,3,4.

You can check out my other HC's here

The lists are below the cut for you so feel free to help me on this little side quest of mine before I get back to the main quest of writing you some fun festive fics.

[nocturnewidow]

Moonboy's and a new younger neighbor who's very alternative (and southern maybe- up to you ofc) and 100% has them all WHIPPED after meeting once.

fluffy or suggestive perhaps :)

oouu im digging this idea so hard,, i love ur brain anon ^_^

Moonboys with a new neighbor hcs!! ⋆✴︎˚���⋆

(Steven, Marc, and Jake ,, a mix of fluffy and suggestive because they’re all down bad)

Steven Grant ⋆˙⟡

“Oh, bloody hell ,, she’s brilliant.” Steven’s the first to see you through the window, carrying in boxes wearing black cowboy boots and a cropped band tee. He drops his tea. Literally.

He tries to introduce himself with a sweet little “Hi, I’m Steven, I’m your neighbor,” and then you flash that slow smile and go “Well hey there, darlin’. You always this sweet or am I just lucky today?”

He short-circuits. Like. Physically.

You ask if he’s into crystals because you saw some on his shelf. He panics and tells you about six different Egyptian gods in a row. You listen to every word.

Steven journals about you like you’re a divine visitation. He sketches your boots. He googles Southern slang. He is trying his best.

Marc Spector ⊹ ࣪ ˖

First time he sees you, he mutters “Hell no, she’s trouble.” Which is hilarious, because he’s halfway to the door before he’s finished the sentence.

You’re smoking on your porch and wearing a leather jacket. He’s in love. He won’t say it.

You call him “cowboy,” and it drives him insane. “I’m from Chicago.” “Yeah, but you walk like you’ve seen some shootouts.”

He pretends to keep things chill but ends up fixing your sink, your car, your Wi-Fi, and possibly your entire life just to be around you.

“You want trouble, sugar?” you tease, and he leans in, smirking, “Only if you start it.”

Jake Lockley✶⋆.˚

Bro clocks you immediately. He’s watching through the mirror ,, “Quien es esa…?”

You wave at the cab outside your house and wink when you catch Jake driving. He literally slams the brakes, muttering “Dios mío…”

You call him “handsome” once and he will die for you. Immediately. He starts parking his cab suspiciously close to your building every day.

The most suggestive tension. The least words. Just long, heavy stares and the occasional “Need a ride, muñeca?” with a voice like smoke.

He’s the one who calls you trouble like it’s a blessing and a curse. But you find out he bought you a spare knife to match his, and you’re pretty sure that’s love in his language.

Collectively?? They’re all whipped.

You show up to movie night in ripped tights and your favorite hoodie, and Steven makes you tea, Marc brings you a blanket, and Jake just straight-up offers you his lap.

You flirt like it’s breathing. “Ain’t y’all the cutest lil split personalities I ever did see.” They all melt. Steven stammers, Marc glares (at himself), and Jake just smirks like he’s so fine with it.

You definitely teach them how to line dance to goth remixes. Marc refuses, Steven tries, Jake nails it. You reward all of them with a kiss on the cheek,, each one and now they’re ruined.

When you leave, even just to your car, Steven whispers, “I miss her already.” Marc grunts. Jake nods solemnly. They are all fully, completely gone for you.