#steven grant x reader x marc spector

[lokischickadee]

My Masterlist

Loki

Headcanons:

How Loki would celebrate your birthday

Loki dating someone who was cold

Showing Loki you love him

Dating Loki would include

Oneshots:

Forgotten Love

Proposal

Rightful King of Asgard (OC)

Surprise

Save you

Lady Loki

Blurbs:

Lady Loki

Character AI chatbots

Loki

Supernatural

Imagines:

One

Two

Good Omens

Nothing Yet

Moon Knight

Nothing yet

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

hi, i love your writing! can u pls do a smut fix with the prompt sugar coma for steven/marc?

Thank you! And I'm sorry this took so long!

Sweet As Sugar

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader (hint of Marc Spector x F!Reader)

Prompt: Sugar coma

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: 18+. Oral (fem receiving)

It was a rare break away from fighting, a little slice of normality in between chasing down insane cultists and wayward gods. Khonshu and his persistent drive to punish the wicked that roamed the streets under the cover of dark.

They jumped between small hotel rooms in the quiet parts of large cities, places no one would think to look for the avatar of a god and the pretty merc that was never that far from his side. Lying low like Khonshu instructed, playing tourists and newlyweds and anything else they can think of and Steven had never wanted it to end.

Neither did Marc but he held that little piece of information closer to his chest than Steven, like it was some kind of secret, like he didn't want to give away just how much he craved this very exact thing but for real someday with you.

They both did.

The museum dates where Steven dragged you along beside him, never seeming to take a breath as he reels off facts with an excited grin on his lips about ancient civilizations like he'd lived as a part of them. Eyes going soft on your face, a little lovesick, when he tried to apologise for rambling and you stopped him with gentle fingers pressed to his mouth, a sweet smile as you told him, "I like hearing you talk about this stuff, keep going."

Long drives with Marc that had no real destination. Leaving behind busy streets with their aging buildings for sprawling hills, forests that seemed to go on for miles, painted in the colours of October, and lakes that shone crystal blue under the gaze of the sun.

He'd tug you into him after he'd parked up and you'd both climbed out, seat you between his legs as he leaned back on the hood of his car, back pressed flush to his chest as the world seemed to slow and your heart melted in your chest at the way he finally let himself relax, lips pushing against your head with a lazy, unguarded affection.

And then there was nights like this.

Nights where the wind howled and rain pelted against the windows and you convinced them with little effort that there was nowhere better to be than in the mess of sheets and too many pillows that was your bed.

Steven's mouth was warm on yours as some horror played in the background. The sounds of screams and flashes of red all drowned out to nothing as he gripped your jaw a little tighter, body sinking a little heavier into your own and the taste of caramel and chocolate on his tongue as he licked into you.

You'd laughed when he'd kissed the sugar from your lips, when he chased the sound with softer pecks and an adoring grin as he murmured. "You always taste good…so sweet." Shaking his head at the soft snort you made as you rolled your eyes. 'Pretty sure that's all the snacks we just ate Steven.'

He fleetingly thought this side of you was his favourite, how playful you could be when it was just you and them, the way you smiled, spread out on the pillows as he hovered above you, sleepy and unguarded, looking so cozy in one of their shirts. The hem rucked up to reveal soft, warm thighs that he couldn't resist smoothing a palm over as your legs tangled with his to bring him close.

It had brought a sigh from his lips when you stretched beneath him, arms looping around his neck to tangle your fingers in his curl, movements a little lazy with the sugar coma, as you called it, setting in from all the cookies and chocolate he'd fed to you when you'd lounged against his chest earlier.

And he thought maybe he would have argued how there was no food in the world that could make you taste as sweet as you did. But then you'd brought his mouth back to yours for a kiss that was all slow, aching heat, teasing little nips of your teeth on the plush of his lower lip and instead he had melted, brain short circuiting with the moan that slipped from your lips to his.

You shuddered when he drew back and dipped his head to latch at your neck the way he knew you liked. Lips sucking a bruise under your jaw that made you arch like a bow beneath him, a needy whine bubbling from your throat and thighs trembling whilst his fingers brushed the soft cotton edge of your underwear, just barely slipping under.

He wanted more of it. Craved more of the way you flung your head back, neck bared further for his teeth to graze over, tongue chasing the light sting as a deep rumble of thunder crashed outside. More of the way he could see the gentle heave of your chest with every flash of lightning that illuminated the room, your lip tugged between your teeth whilst he wandered lower and greedy hands pushed your shirt up higher.

It made him feel a little desperate. A little eager to please in the way Steve often couldn't help himself from being around you. He groaned as your fingers tightened in his hair, the soft praise that rushed past your lips as he pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to your belly, making his eyes flutter shut, his cock throbbing in his boxers.

His fingers curled into the waistband of your underwear, peeling them down your legs before he threw him to the end of the bed, not paying attention to where they fell as his eyes roamed greedily over the place between your legs that gleamed wet for him.

He felt drunk with the way you stared down at him, eyes glassy on his, lips parted and kiss-bruised, as he sank between your thighs. Nudging your legs further apart with broad shoulders and warm hands that pinned you to him, gripping a little harder than he meant to when your hips jerked at the heat of his breath fanning over your sex.

"Fuck, darling, look at you." He murmured, voice shot, a little ruined in a way that made you moan his name, all pretty and breathless, half begging before you choked at the first drag of his tongue through your cunt.

You jolted like a live-wire, like the lightning that crackled through the air outside had found a new home beneath your skin, pulses of it racing through you every time his tongue dipped inside you, everytime he slid it greedily through the mess of your slick until his mouth sealed over your swollen clit and sucked.

"Oh, fuck - Steven." You cried out, fingers knotting in his curls, sharp little tugs as you rocked desperate against his mouth.

It was enough to drive him wild, to nearly make a mess of himself right there in his boxers as his hips rutted into the bed. Gaze dark and wrecked, transfixed as his eyes flicked up to watch the way your jaw went slack when his fingers slid inside you, curling and stroking until your thighs quivered around his shoulders.

He wasn't prepared for the violence with which you suddenly fell apart. The hot pulse of your cunt around his fingers, the way your eyes squeezed closed, breath stuttering as your orgasm flooded sweet in his mouth and he groaned in response. His name fell like a chant, a sinful prayer, from your lips and with every one he felt himself edge closer to unravelling completely. Pride and arousal burning through him when you finally pressed a foot to his shoulder to push him away.

It was rare for Steven to feel smug but he felt it right then when he looked at you. Any hint of your sugar coma had fled, the laziness you had been wrapped up in replaced by a bone-deep pleasure that truly left you liquid and sunken into the bed, limbs heavy with it, smile soft and sleepy as you reached for him.

It took his breath from him when you dragged him down to you and kissed him, all lazy-heat and messy, a pleased hum slipping past your lips when you tasted yourself on his tongue.

And he couldn't resist the smile that stretched his cheeks, murmuring a quiet, "What did I tell you?" His voice teasing, eyes fond when he drew back an inch to meet your curious gaze before pressing another gentle peck to your lips. "Always taste so sweet."

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[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[aphrcdites]

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

[mymoonsight]

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am

[ilovelosermen69]

Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[thatboisus]

yall ever read a fanfic so majestic it completely altered your entire life

[thesillyestwilly]

Me when I see my little princesses 🥰😍 (They are full grown men and most of them are mentally ill and would probably kill me if I got near. The others aren't even human 💀)

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[lokischickadee]

Imagine wearing this for the moon boys! I feel like Steven would instantly fall to his knees and call you his goddess!😩😩😍

[fettuccin-e]

It's Never Easy

Kinktober Day 24: Edging

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)

You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.

He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.

“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”

He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.

“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.

It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.

“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.

“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”

You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.

You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.

Except, he does pull away.

You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.

Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips. 

“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins. 

“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”

And the process starts over again.

Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.

You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.

Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.

Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.

“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.

“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.

“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”

And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.

You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly. 

“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”

“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”

Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.

He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.

“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.

When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.

“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”

“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”

“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.

“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”

Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."

[l0caltiredgirl]

me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

[moonyflesh]

a collection of my favorite Steven Grant moments because i related to him more than i think is deemed healthy.