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iwashie · 10 months

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“LIFE IS SWEET AS VANILLA IS” BLLK FACULTY

📌 noel noa, marc snuffy, chris prince, lavinho, julian loki

･ﾟﾟ･｡ warnings- gn!reader, sugar bby!reader, sugar daddy!bllk faculty, 18+ characters, implicit mentions of alcohol, parties, marriage, sex, age gap, reader is cited as pretty/cute baby.

💵 “Would you be my baby tonight? I can be your baby tonight! All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby!” LAVINHO.

Don’t get attached to this man. All he wants is to party with the most beautiful and you are just another cute little face among several others in the middle of the party, feeling his arms around your waist and neck. He will kiss you in front of everyone at the party, in the park, in the dark night, anywhere. He is not afraid to show you, just like his other babies. His love is a nine-day wonder. The days with him are full of luxurious car rides to the most expensive places, expensive shopping, flash cameras here and there, laughter and make out in public, showing you off to everyone. The nights with him are full of desire, warm kisses, light hands, sweaty and glued bodies, moans and whispers, fun in public places like swimming pools, parking lots, against glass from ceiling to floor. Life with him is here and now, pure fun, golden and silver in everything, but don’t get attached because today he is with you and tomorrow he is with another. He has a catalog of cute sugar babies wanting a piece of him.

💵 “Money is the anthem of success and I’m your national success! Hand on the back of my neck. I say ‘Can we party later on?’, he said ‘yes, yes’. Heaven’s in your eyes. God, you’re so handsome!” CHRIS PRINCE.

Get used to the display. He loves to show off and will do the same to you, his hand always on your neck, showing belonging. You’re his alone. Life with him revolves around flash cameras, parties, expensive places, pictures of you two on the front page and all over the internet. He loves his beautiful baby and will do anything for you- mansion, jewelry, fame, cars, travel, expensive food and drink, whatever you want he gives you, he just asks you to be the coolest next to him. Your paradise is surrounded by strange voices and faces, golden and loud laughter. The fun never ends. You’ve found God in blue eyes, blonde hair, his money, and the flashbulbs of beautiful cameras—you’ve learned to like the display just like him. “Tell me, am I glamorous?” You being beautiful and staying with him, nothing else matters. Get ready for the photos on social media displaying the luxurious life and the perfect relationship of you. Images of the body can not miss. He likes yachts and water because he can show off his shaped body and cute baby by his side, his hand on your thigh and ass. The days and nights with him revolve around lights hovering over you. The fun with him is full of passionate kisses, hands on the body, some mark to show territory, but never exaggerated so as not to spoil the beauty of your body. Remember to smile and wave, cute baby.

💵 “Am that pretty that you dream of? All those little times your said I’m your pretty, you make me feel like your entire world. I can’t deny the way he holds my hand, and he grabs me. He has me by my heart.” NOEL NOA.

This man loves you with every bit of his body. He never looks at others because he has the baby he has always dreamed of by his side. He likes to keep your relationship private, but he took you on in a few months of dating and plans to marry you, have kids and a pet, have his family. Everything you ask, he gives you without problems, everything for his beloved. Life with him has flashes of cameras, clothes, cars, rides and rich parties, but he lives in the lull—likes to take you in private places or close the place to the two of you only. He’s a family man- he likes to spend time with you, whether it’s cooking, watching movies, talking, having dates at home like wine at night or just lying with you. The days, nights and fun with him are discreet, just the two of you and your spacious room or house, likes to shower together, calm kisses, strong hands, worship you as his only salvation, rough and passionate moments, sweaty and glued bodies, whispers and a lot of passion.

💵 “He loves me. He gives all his money. That Gucci, Prada, yacht, caviar and oysters, trips. He knows ho to spoil me, my sugar daddy.” JULIAN LOKI.

This man loves to show up with his young, beautiful baby. Ah, the rich youth. No one above his baby. It’s you and only you. A life full of parties, luxury, cars, trips, events, photos, good food and drink. Life surrounded by young money. He doesn’t care if you want things in private or public; he does everything you ask. The days and nights with him are full of rides, parties, rich people, engine noise from expensive cars in races and especially in F1, poses for photos with rich society, vacations on private islands, photos with champagne on the yacht, you on his lap and his hands on your leg, the white smile shining brighter than the jewels on your neck. The fun with him is calm and passionate, foreheads glued and holding hands, fervent kisses, full attention on his cute baby and how many times you put up with it.

💵 “In my dreams, I’ve a plan. If I got me a wealthy man… I’ve finally found you and my life is sweet as cinnamon. Heaven is a place on earth with you.” MARC SNUFFY.

This man loves you more than anything. He has the most beautiful baby next to him, but also a friend, a confidant, a future. You are much more than a cute face to be shown. He would create a money castle if you asked. Life with him is surrounded by old Italian money and the youth wealth- parties in any corner of the world with all kinds of people, but nothing like Sundays at home with family and friends. Holidays in Italy- car rides with your hair in the wind, yacht parties and Italian summer. He doesn’t mind showing affection in public, prefers private things, but can’t help the hand on your lower back and ass or a warm kiss here and there. You always appear together in the photos and you can show the shiny engagement ring. He likes quiet moments at home, just the two of you or people close to him, likes to dance around the house, old movies at night, your food and affection. The fun with him is calm and sensual, likes to have his time with you, calm kisses and strong hands, likes to leave marks on you and make you shiver with his touches, prefers a fun on four walls, but sometimes a quickie in a secluded place, in the car or in the water is also fun for him.

#blue lock #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock headcanons #bllk imagines #blue lock faculty #blue lock noel noa #blue lock marc snuffy #blue lock chris prince #blue lock lavinho #blue lock loki julian

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psychedelic-ink · 2 years

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𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 | 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

pairing: moon knight (all alters) x f!reader x din djarin

genre: smut, romance, angst

word count: 1.2k

series summary: you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

chapter warnings: swearing, canon typical violence

a/n: special thanks to my lovely soul dilf sister wife @inklore for betaing and convincing me this wasn't a mess <33 love you bby

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The city of London lays out in front of him. It’s utter chaos. The traffic, the lights, the people rushing and toppling on top of one another as they try to catch the first bus home. Marc isn’t a fan of the stifling air. Too many rules. Too many formalities. He squints, his eyes nothing but a white bright light as he notices a man following an unsuspecting girl into the alley. An unsettling feeling settles in his gut, an eerie presence lurking behind him.

“You’re getting distracted,” the deep voice rattles his bones and makes him clench his teeth tightly together. “We still have no clues as to where Harrow and his men are,”

Marc doesn’t answer, he only shakes his head and jumps down, his cape trailing behind him. Wasn’t he supposed to protect the travelers of the night? He still remembers the horror of the deal they made, the way his life was slowly draining away from his body, nothing but hurt beating in his chest. Marc swore to protect, and so far he’s been doing nothing of the sort, in fact, he’s been doing the opposite.

He lands silently, his feet light, much like a feather dusting across the pavement as he creeps up behind the man. The girl is right about to walk out the other end of the alley but before she does, Marc’s eyes flicker down to the man’s hands. One slides into his jacket and before the worst can happen, Marc grabs his nape and throws him against the wall. The man collapses with a shout, his hands immediately raising and covering his face. There’s a small piece of wrinkled up paper between his fingers.

“Wait– Wait!” he screams, voice trembling. “I’m not here to cause trouble, I’m just here to give you this–”

Without looking up, the man extends the paper with a shaky hand. Tilting his head, Marc snatches it.

“Who sent you?”

“I-I don’t know,”

“You don’t know or won’t tell?”

Marc steps forward, stepping on the man’s leg. He puts all his weight on it, a shrill warmth blossoming in his stomach as the man groans with pain. While still having the man’s leg locked under his boot, Marc peels the paper open. His brows furrow with confusion, the inside consists of instructions for a job, for a heist to be exact. He’s not really in the market for complicated, long thought out gigs like this one. Priam’s treasure? What the hell even was that? Who on earth–

The man squirms and Marc presses harder, his eyes still glued to the paper.

“Talk or you’re walking out of here with more than a broken leg,”

“Fuck– I don’t know! They just give me a piece of paper and tell me where to go. I don’t know the boss!”

With a sigh, Marc pulls out a crescent dart from his chest piece and holds it tight. It glimmers under the dim light of the street lamp, he points it towards him and the man’s eyes grow wide with fear.

“What about now?” he growls.

“I-I swear–”

Knowing that this wasn’t going to lead anywhere, Marc raises his hand. He moves to make a clean cut across the man’s wrist. But as it comes down, quick and sharp, a ringing echoes and sends the crescent dart flying into the air. The weapon clatters against stone and Marc’s eyes snap above. He sees another person covered from head to toe in shiny armor, rifle between his gloved hands.

“Who the hell are you?”

“A bystander,” his modulated voice pierces through the night. “Haven’t you ever heard of don’t kill the messenger?”

“Haven't you heard of don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?”

“No.”

Marc can hear a smile in his voice, it aggravates him. Dragging his gaze back to the man underneath his boot, he finally removes the weight of it, he watches as the poor guy scurries away. Marc turns his attention back to the man in armor.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” he asks as he quickly climbs up the fire escape and reaches where the man resides. “The Cavalier? The Horseman? The Gallant? What dumb name do you have?”

The stranger pulls back, seemingly unsurprised by how quickly Marc was able to reach him. He studies him with a keen eye. The armor doesn’t cover all parts of his arms and his pelvis is exposed, to the untrained, it would look like an impregnable fortress, but to Marc it’s nothing but weak spots, places to strike if needed be. His white gaze travels up, the man’s face is hidden beneath his helmet, the visor likely acting as a scanner for body heat or something similar.

“None,” he grunted. “You can call me Mando,”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Marc shakes his head, he’s getting distracted. “Since you decided to interrupt me by shooting your fancy gun, you’re gonna tell me everything I need to know,”

“And why would I be doing that?”

“Because– Didn’t you just hear what I just said? You’re gonna tell me because you shot at me,”

Marc already feels drained by this conversation. Men in metal suits, they were always a handful to deal with. He watches as Mando languidly tilts his head down and then back up, it’s torturously slow. A subtle tingle ghosts across Marc’s skin, he doesn't like being observed, he doesn’t like it when people tear him down with their gaze to figure out who he is.

“See something you like?” he rolls his tongue, adding humor to it as Mando pushes his rifle to his back.

He shrugs.

“If you want me to talk you’re going to have to make me,”

“What?”

“We’ll be fighting soon enough anyway,” he adds, ignoring Marc completely. “You’re not the only one after Priam’s treasure,”

“I have no horse in that race,” Marc declares. “I have better things to do,”

“Clearly,”

Mando’s tone is condescending, Marc can feel heat raising up to his cheeks. It wasn’t like him to get so agitated by a couple of words but here he is, about to combust like a kid who’s gotten their favorite toy taken away from them. Before Marc can retaliate, Mando takes a step back towards the edge.

“I’d check the price on that job if I were you before making any decisions,” his one foot dangles off the edge, Marc takes a step forward, hand involuntarily extended towards him. “I’ll see you soon Marc Spector, and I won’t be this nice next time.”

He drops as Marc rushes towards him, he’s ready to dive in after him but he’s already gone. Disappeared with the wind. Marc’s chest heaves, breath stuttering as he relaxes his fists. He knew his name. How on earth– With a stuttered breath, he pulls out the piece of paper and observes the contents once more.

His eyes go wide at the price.

“Let’s go Marc Spector. You’ve done nothing long enough,”

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that bird brain,” Marc stuffs the paper back into his suit, staring down where Mando had supposedly fallen. “I’ve got a side quest I need to go on.”

After all, Steven needs to pay rent. London’s ridiculously expensive.

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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hii bby! I dont know if the requests are still open buuut i HAVE to ask bc I really really like how u do ur hc! How about our moon boys reaction to their girl getting her nipples pierced? And them finding out that they’re not allowed to touch them for 2 weeks because they’re healing. I just got mine done few days ago and i cant even touch my boobies lol it sucks. I have a feeling the first thing they’d say would be like ‘tell me it was not a man who pierced ur tits’ bc ghat was exactly what my bf said dnjdjsjs he was like ‘it was a girl who did it right? Not a guy...?’

Fun tale: nowadays I got the time and money for a couple of tattoos (one Moon Knight based, actually) and was thinking of how getting a piercing would be.

Steven Grant:

*Shocked. That's it, that's the perfect description.

*He has a LOT of questions for you and he won't stop doing them. "When did you do it? Did it hurt too much? Haven't seen nobody with piercings in there -I mean, I'm not used to see bare breasts-"

*Steven becomes too aware of the fact that, behind your blouses and/or bra, there's a couple of piercings and he has a deep discussion with himself (or, perhaps, the other two) about them, questioning himself things like if they make the metal detectors sound or something.

*Anyways, he's also the one who cares the most for your comfort and safety, so he always asks if that t-shirt isn't too tight or if you're having problems to shower because of them.

*...And he's so insistent you end up telling him "If you want to help me, go and wash your hands and put the cream for me". Yes, this can lead to funny situations, basically Steven half aroused half scared.

Jake Lockley:

*He's a fan. He's in love with the idea of you getting piercings. He's IN LOVE with the idea of your nipple piercings.

*You must keep his hands away from you, for he's eager to touch you. "Y'know, bonita? Having those make you look sexy" "Uh, Jake, you cannot see them like -very often" "I intend to"

*He even gives them a nickname, his "chewing toys". And you must explain to him he cannot touch, rub and much less bite his "toys" for at least two weeks.

*"And... have you thought on making a piercing on your clit?" (I told you he's a fan)

Marc Spector:

*Probably the only one who acts a little traumatized. I mean, nips are soft and oversensitive, how could you handle the pain of a sting through them?

*...Also the only one who makes the question. "And... was your piercing artist a man or a woman?" "Does it matter?" "...No, I don't think so" (he's a little jealous doesn't matter the answer)

*Because you know he'll act like careless for that, you choose to tease him using white, tight shirts for your daily schedule or at night. You also speak a lot about them, how you feel now that you got them pierced, the fact that you must clean them so often your "poor nipples are cold and hard more than ever" and much more.

*And Marc falls into your trap. Now he can't stop seeing your breasts even when you're well covered and such, and it's very funny see his reactions when you point out "My eyes are above, Spector".

*...Yeah, he may like to play with them once you've healed.

#moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #moon boys #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector headcanon #steven grant headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #piercing

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enigmatist17 · 1 year

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Catch me thinking of Steven Grant and him knitting <3

I know I've had a similar post before, but I just slipped on my blanket hoodie, and it hit me he'd make everyone their own versions.

His is Egyptian print much like the main shirt he wore in the show, with little Taweret's popping up here and there. Khonshu is hidden inside the hoodie, much to his amusement.

Jake gets a deep red with varying little cars and mechanic tools dotted around, and Jake totally doesn't wear it in the wintertime on the boring stakeouts.

Marc gets a deep tan, stars and moons crisscrossing all over the hoodie. While Marc is a big believer in just ignoring the cold until he could warm up naturally, he's touched by the gift and will lounge around in it while watching his games.

Steven is of course pleased they both love it <3

#personal #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #love my bby's

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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months

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Due to my last post being a platonic yandere playlist featuring a few characters I like, I've decided to compile a small list of songs here for each character I mentioned! Now, some may feature songs that can be anything from wild to dark to fluffy. But all of it is about that character in particular, or their (platonic) relationship to their bby (a.k.a. the reader, you!). And this is just my opinion. So, if you headcanon different songs for them, that is a-okay👍 We are here to have fun and enjoy platonic yanderes; no need for any arguments. Let's begin (p.s. everyone gets a Christmas song. You can imagine it either fitting them, being sung by them, or you and them singing/listening to it together):

• 🧡Wolverine/Logan Howlett🦡: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, Hallelujah by Panic! At The Disco, Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, I Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley (you can do a sweet cover or a dark cover if you want), Demons by Imagine Dragons, Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce, Bring Me to Life by Evanescence, Take Me To Church by Hozier, I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons... 🌨Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Frank Sinatra🌨

• 🦁Sabretooth/Victor Creed🦷: Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron, Hidden in the Sand by Tally Hall, Animals by Maroon 5, All of Me by John Legend, Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At The Disco, Trust Me (The Scorpion And The Frog) by Terrance Zdunich;Saar Hendelman;Marc Senter; and Paul Sorvino, Natural by Imagine Dragons, Duality by Set It Off, Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran, Twilight Zone by Golden Earring... 🤴Good King Wenceslas sung by Bing Crosby🤴

• 🦡Wolverine 2.0/Laura Kinney💛: Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry, Give Your Heart a Break by Demi Lovato, Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears, This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco, Cake by Melanie Martinez, It's Time by Imagine Dragons, Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by Eurythmics, Immortals by Fall Out Boy... ❄Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! by Dean Martin (or Frank Sinatra)❄

• 🐺Daken/Akihiro🌀: Some Nights by Fun., You're My Best Friend by Queen, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco, Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5, Unholy by Kim Petras and Sam Smith, I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons, Royals by Lorde, Partners in Crime by Set It Off... 🌌 Silent Night by (anyone, really)🌌

• 🔥Marvel Girl/The Phoenix/Jean Grey🦚: Ain't No Moutain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrel, Just Like Fire by P!ink, Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys, Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train, Hey Look Ma, I Made It by Panic! At The Disco, Diamonds by Rihanna, Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons, Control by Halsey, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga... ☃️ It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Andy Williams (or Amy Grant's cover)☃️

• 😎Cyclops/Scott Summers🚨: Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley, Yellow by Coldplay, I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco, Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons, Heat Waves by Glass Animals, Bad Guy by Set It Off, Lean On by Major Lazer and DJ Snake (or the Pentatonix cover, either works), Unconditionally by Katy Perry, Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men... 🎁It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by Bing Crosby (or sung by Micheal Buble)🎁

• 🥈Cable/Nathan Summers🤖: Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, Roaring 20s by Panic! At The Disco, I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner, Hey Soul Sister by Train, Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers and Grover Washington Jr., You Are My Sunshine by Jimmie Davis (or any cover version you prefer), You Are So Beautiful by Joe Crocker, A Thousand Years by David Hodges and Christina Perri... 🕊Happy Xmas (War Is Over) by John Lennon and Yoko Ono🕊

• 🎭Mystique/Raven Darkholme💙: Karma Chameleon by the Culture Club, What's Love Got To Do With It by Tina Turner, Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato, Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar, Victorious by Panic! At The Disco, Birds by Imagine Dragons, Killer Queen by Queen, Applause by Lady Gaga, Sugar We're Goin Down by Fall Out Boy... 🎅Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt🎅

• 🎱Rogue/Anne-Marie🥀: Darkside by Alan Walker, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen, Good as Hell by Lizzo, House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco, It's Time by Imagine Dragons, River by Bishop Briggs, Just Dance by Lady Gaga, Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor, Stand By You by Rachel Platten... 🎄Rockin Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee🎄

• ♠️Gambit/Remy LeBeau♥️:Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds, Raise Your Glass by P!nk, Call Me by Blondie, Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco, Bones by Imagine Dragons, Team by Lorde, Umbrella by Rihanna, Poker Face by Lady Gaga... 🥶 Baby It's Cold Outside by Dean Martin (or any cover you like)🥶

• 🌌Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner😇: Count On Me by Bruno Mars, Born This Way by Lady Gaga, Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars, Halo by Beyonce, High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco, Mouth of the River by Imagine Dragons, You're Beautiful by James Blunt, Church by Fall Out Boy, Hallelujah cover by Pentatonix... 🌟 Joy To The World cover by (anyone of your choice as long as it is the Christmas song)🌟

And I have a surprise playlist to add: the reader!

•🌈 You/The Protagonist (Darling)💖: I'll Be There For You by The Rembrandts (a.k.a. the themesong from Friends), True Colors by Cyndi Lauper, Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic! At The Disco, Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons, On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons, Try by P!nk, Panic Room by Au/Ra, BANG! by AJR, I'm Still Standing by Elton John... 🐑Do You Hear What I Hear? sung by (anyone you prefer, guy or gal or nonbinary pal)🐑

And that is all for now! I spent about 10-11 hours on this. All of these songs I have listened to/heard before. The pairings are just my opinion. If you disagree, that is okay. Just don't bring any arguments here. These playlists are all PLATONIC yandere ONLY. No romance, no sex! Now, yes, some songs are sexual, or intimate. But they are meant by me to be platonic in this playlist, or to show a part of the character who they are paired with. The playlist can describe the platonic yan's relationship to their bby, the yandere themself, or even just songs that fit their personality/theme/tone! If you want to make a playlist on a music app or whatever there is, you can do so, just give credit to me for putting the songs together. The rest of your video/playlist/creation is yours. Here is a very thoroughly thought out honeycomb thought!

#platonic yandere marvel #honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere x reader #yandere playlist #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #yandere platonic

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theluciansystem · 11 months

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‘a million and you’ fic series ~ part 1, ‘wild spring’.

CWs: abuse, straight up abuse (if you know you’ll be triggered then please skip this fic or just skip the section beginning with a ‘—.—.—.—‘, once you see the second one those or the line beginning with “Marc’s eyes widen”, you’re fine to continue.), swearing.

Tags: Y/N is trans, Y/N worked with Marc back in the day, Traumatic Backstory™, Y/N got trauma, Marc and Steven are bi, Marc needs therapy, Y/N also needs therapy, the boys are sweet bbys and you can’t take them from me.

Word count: 2k

I’ve known Marc for a while, did work with him in the past, then found each other again in a gas station of all places. I always knew something was a little off about him, but I mean, I never questioned it. When I was introduced to Steven earlier this month, man; it took me for a loop. I thought I knew pretty much everything about him.. or so I thought, at least. Being perfectly fair, he- they don’t know everything about me either.

I’m a trans man, pretty much always have been. Sure, when I was very young, I’d do the whole dress-up as a princess thing, but when I grew older, I just realized: this isn’t me. With that realization, came a lot of confusion and stress. I didn’t quite understand what it meant to not want to be the gender I was assigned at birth, so when I told my parents, it.. I don’t like to speak of that day.

When I came over to the boys’ place for a history tournament with Steven, we played the tournament for several hours, until we realized what time it was, and it was late enough where I didn’t want to walk home alone. While I was considering whether or not to walk home or to just call a cab, Steven mentions something, “why not just stay here for the night, better than walking home in the rain, innit’?”

“I-I don’t wanna intrude.. I don’t mind.” I say, but truthfully I would love to. Shit, I’d sleep on the couch if it meant I could wake and see him in the morning.

“You sure, darling?”

Fuck, his words effect me more than he probably realizes… I love when he calls me that, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the sweet accent, or the concerned tone, or maybe it’s just… him. I’ll admit, I’m not the most communicative person, but compared to Marc, I think I’m doing just fine. And still I try my best.

“Honestly I would stay.. the only problem is, I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“You could borrow one of my sweatshirts? And I think I have some pajama pants that’ll fit-“ I nod, and he almost seems giddy as he starting to look through his dresser. He gives a laugh after a moment of searching his drawers. “Found it!” Steven pulls out a pair of pj pants that are apparently in my size and one of his favorite sweatshirts. I look in awe and honor of the fact that he’s letting me wear one of his favorites. He barely lets Marc touch them.

“You alright?” He asks, holding the clothes under one of his arms. I nod.

“S-Sorry. Haven’t had a sleepover since I was a kid” I say, chuckling. He lets out a wholesome laugh.

I walk into the bathroom to change, closing the door behind me and taking off most of my clothes, and stretching after I take my binder tape off for a moment to rest. I know you’re not supposed to sleep in a binder but.. tonight I don’t have a choice. I start to put my binder tape back, when I realize too late that the door wasn’t locked.

Steven opens the door, probably not realizing I’m in here still, only to see me nearly exposed, my tits covered for the most part with my binding tape. He just looks for a split second before he quickly closes the door. He doesn’t say a word, and I think that’s what scared me the most.

I swiftly get my own clothes on, leaving the ones he left me with in the bathroom, I open the door and sprint out to find him. He’s at the kitchen table reading, I close my eyes and start to try to explain..

“I-I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you s-sooner and I was just scared-“ I continue to blabber on as I stop recognizing everything–every touch, every sound–around me. That was until I felt Steven’s hand placed firmly on my shoulder.

“Darling..” he says, “it’s okay.” and I feel like it is.. he makes it okay.

I stare up at him, not even realizing there’s tears building in my eyes, but he sees it, and he pulls me in to hold me, I start to cry. We stand there, holding each other, with me sobbing into his sweatshirt. Slowly and eventually, I calm down, as he’s saying “it’s okay”’s and “I’m here”’s. My breathing evens out and I feel.. okay.

I loosen my grip on my arms around his waist, and I look at him. He has a more serious look, but it still seems gentle. “Can I.. ask a question?” He inquires, and I nod.

“Are you.. transgender?”

“I-.. I am.” I say, somewhat nervous about his answer.

“Well, uhm.. thank you for being honest with me and y’know.. just..” he fiddles with his hands, obviously nervous but seeming to try to hide it.

“Is..” I’m not quite sure how to ask this, “Are you both okay-?”

A blank stare, then a look of puzzlement crossed his face for a moment before I clarified. “Are you both y’know.. alright with this?” and it clicked for him.

“Darling, this isn’t about us! It’s about you, coming out to us, it’s a special thing, I’m so proud of you for doing so.” He says, and I feel the tears that have built up so quickly slip out, but so sweetly he’s wiping my tears away.

Giving a light smile, Steven says “whoever you are or decide to be, we’ll be here, love.” And I’m beaming, probably looking like an idiot.

I lean into his chest, and just breath. I can smell him, it’s odd how Marc and Steven can smell different sometimes, but it’s how it is; Marc gives off a more metallic, smoky fragrance while Steven gives off a more flowery aroma. And then it hits me.

He called me love. He’s never called me that before. “…what did you call me?” I ask, flustered.

“Lov- oh, oh! I’m so sorry, I dunno why- okay, that’s a lie, I do know why. M’not supposed to say that-“ Steven says, and I know I’m looking perplexed.

“What do you mean, ‘not supposed to’ ?” I question. He’s fiddling with his hands again, I sigh, putting his hands in mine. “What’s going on?”

He gently takes my hands toward his lips, kissing them softly. My eyes go wide, and it feels like my world is flipped right-side up. “Steven..” I don’t know what to say. He leans in toward me, “I-.. we like you, Y/N.”

We look at each other, he’s grinning like the idiot he isn’t. I look him in the eyes, for any sign of this all being some kind of joke, but there isn’t. All I see in his eyes is.. love.

I close the space between us, capturing his lips with mine. The kiss is tender, but passionate. Delicate, yet heated. I’m running my hands through his hair as he picks me up, I wrap my legs around him, and he’s carrying me to his couch and setting me down, continuing to kiss me along the way.

Slowly brushing over my skin, his lips move down to my neck. Nibbling on my skin, until I pull back, he looks up at me, desire ablaze in him. “H-hold on..” I start to say, breathless, “Aren’t you straight??”

Steven lightly chuckles, also out of breath. “That’s what I’m not suppose’ to tell you.. I don’t wanna label us, ‘guess to say, we just like both-? Mhm, yeah.” He says, looking in the mirror I suggested he put out whenever Marc told me about Steven, and I’m assuming he’s talking to Marc about this.

He turns back to me, sitting down on my lap, briefly kissing me, and it’s sudden, but I realize something I somehow never realized before; I love this man, and every part of him.

We sit with him in my lap for a while, his head resting on my shoulder. He abruptly raises up, looking at me seriously. Uh-oh. The change in the way he holds himself, how tense he is.. “Marc.”

“Hey, angel..” he says, changing position to sit to my side instead of on me. He’s always called me that, and I’ve always loved it, but tonight, the way he says it so seriously.. it makes me a bit frantic.

He sees the nervousness in me, he caresses the side of my face, I lean into his touch and into him. Our lips touch for a split moment, he looks into my eyes before closing his. He kisses me over and over so gently, it’s almost like he’s afraid of hurting me. Then he pulls away, having that look his face of hesitation, of needing to say something but not being sure how, of-

“I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to be truthful with me, but only if you’re comfortable answering. Alright?” He breaks the silence with, and I nod. Curious about the question.

Marc seems uncomfortable asking, I adjust position so I can hold his hand. He takes a deep breath, “why were you so panicked when Steven saw you in the bathroom?”

Ah…

—.—.—.—

“Silence was my parents reaction when I first told them. My mother not-so-simply walked out of the room, my father began to yell that a girl couldn’t turn into a boy. That I was even dumber than I looked if I believed that they could. Maybe I was dumb, but I knew who I was. My mother returned with a boxer cutter in hand, she screamed a bible verse my brain refuses to remember, and told me to repeat it. I didn’t.

Silence was also my answer to the question she asked, after she assaulted me with that very box cutter. She asked me, “would a tranny slut like you want a new dress or a suit for your funeral whenever you die?” she asked my thirteen year old self. How fucked up is that, exactly..?

Silence also was my answer when my father banged my head against the concrete wall, begging me to take the lord into my life before it was too late and the devil consumed me. I remember I wanted to go home, but I didn’t know where home was.”

—.—.—.—

Marc’s eyes widen, his mouth opening slightly enough to form a perfect o. He looks at me for moment after the silence begins, then he pulls me in for a hug. Let me say; that’s the best hug I’ve ever gotten too.

I look at him, confused. And it’s like he senses my confusion, “Baby, you were… did this happen again?”

“I don’t know-“ I chuckle, like the joke was is me, “my mind kind of filters off most of my childhood after that.”

He continues to hold me, just tighter. I don’t quite understand why, I say something no one should have to say, “what? Isn’t that just the typical childhood years?”

Giving a look of pure concern, he holds me tighter, “No.. that isn’t ‘typical’ at all. That was.. horrible, to say the least.”

Not sure what he means.. “Growing up, I just hated b anything sharp really, it didn’t really effect me…” then it kind of hits me, “..right?”. I say, questioning if I’ve just blocked out how much it hurt me this entire time.

Unsure what to say, and it seems neither does Marc. He laces his fingers in mine. “I.. I don’t know,” he starts to reply, “that sounds.. very traumatic.” and he’s right. We hold each other until it’s midnight and past.

I’m tired, but I can’t sleep and it seems neither can he. I breath him in, still holding him tight. Through half-lidded eyes, he looks at me. “Baby..” he begins, “do you want something like.. therapy, maybe?”

Thinking for a moment, I decide that it may be a good option, I nod. He gives me a light smile. “But, I have a condition for me doing this;” I start to say, before Marc kisses me.

“Anything”

I lightly chuckle at that, “I want you to go to therapy too.”

“W-what?”

#moon knight #steven grant #moon knight fic #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader

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