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ephermiro · 17 days

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Deadly Prank - Danny Johnson x F! Reader

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Setting: It's Halloween night and you're home alone when you get a prank call from your roommate Danny.

Warnings: NSFW, Minors do not interact! Fingering (f! receiving), some knife play, tit play, vaginal sex, smut.

A/N: This is probably going to be my first time actually posting a fanfic on here. It's going to be kinda slow, not going straight into the NSFW. I've been writing for awhile, just never got around to actually posting. Anyways, sorry for the steaming, hot sin and I'm open to requests!

"It's Halloween night! C'mon, you're supposed to be dressing up and going partying!" Your friend was almost mocking you through the phone. You had decided not to go to the Halloween party that night due to your ex possibly being there. He caused enough shit for you and you already made an agreement with him that you would never be around him again. Not really an agreement, but more of a promise because he wouldn't dare even agree with you on boundaries. "I don't want to go. You already know why." Your voice was sharp when speaking, you wanted to get your opinion across your friends thick skull.

"Find then, puss. I'll make sure to send you some pics from the party." And with a click, it was silent again, she had hung up on you yet again out of not getting her way. You settled back on the couch, flicking through the various channels on the television. Most of the channels were playing horror movies and classic slasher films since it was Halloween day. Besides Hallmark, playing the cheesey romance Halloween romcoms that they always played. With an annoyed sigh, you tossed the remote onto the floor, settling on watching Rob Zombie's version of Halloween. A wonderful version of the classic.

Everything seemed perfect for a moment, you, a good movie, a soft blanket, and popcorn. The smaller moments of peace are what made you happy when your roommates weren't around. All of that was instantly ruined when your phone started that annoying ass buzzing again. You almost put it on mute until you caught the glimpse of your friends name from earlier and her profile picture popping up. She was calling again? Usually when she got pissy, she wouldn't talk to you again. Maybe this time it was an actual apology instead of a "fuck you, I hate you" from her.

"What do you want?" You answered after making her wait until the last second before the call went straight to voicemail. Because if she was going to be petty, so were you. You turned the phone on speaker, resting it against your chest as you turned your attention to the TV.

Nothing. Silence.

The call was just silent. Maybe just a butt dial? "Hey! You there, asshole!" You yelled into the phone, knowing that when you did that, you pissed her off. Still nothing, but in some sort of response, heavy breathing. It sounded like the breathing was coming from one of those cheap, plastic Halloween masks that scare actors would wear at scare attractions. This was probably a prank. It was probably one of the guys your friend hooked up with messing around with you. "Very funny. Call me when-" You were cut off by a wet sound from the other side of the call.

It sounded like someone had spilled water on the floor, or your friend had booty called you while she was puking from being shit faced drunk. "She's was a pretty girl, y'know?" A gruff, deeper voice at the other end of the phone wasn't what you were expecting. "It's a shame she was out by herself. Right outside your house too. How pathetic."

You quickly hung up. You didn't even bother hearing the rest. Whoever was pulling this joke on you was absolutely sick if they thought this was hilarious. You could still feel the lingering, darker thoughts at the back of your mind. "What if she was in danger and I just left her?", you had though to yourself. You quickly pushed the thought as you turned your attention back to the TV. Surely it was a joke. A damned sick joke. It all felt so surreal, until your phone buzzed again with the call.

"Who ever the fuck you are, stop! This joke isn't funny!" You answered, your anger and fear making you more hostile than needed. "Woah, woah. Settle down, baby girl. Just wanted to chat." The voice on the phone paused for a moment. "You hang up against and I'll gut you like a god damn pig, got it?" His words were immediate ice down you spine. You were tempted to hang up, but in a way, you were actually fearing for your life.

"You were the last person your little friend called. You denied her proposal to come with her to that little college frat Halloween party. You could've saved her, but she died alone." The voice had started to chuckle, low, deep, taunting you with the underlying guilt you now had. He was right, but in a sense of him trying to manipulate into feeling guilty. "She was alone. Just like...you." The lights cut out, everything blended in with the darkness of the night besides the faint blue glow of your phone screen lighting your face.

All was silent except for the panicked breathing that was now coming from you. You were praying to whatever god that existed that it was just a shitty prank from your roommates. "I recommend you hide, sweetheart."

Click.

He was gone and you were left alone in the mind numbing silence that followed. You looked around to check if any of the blinds were open, thankfully, they were not. So whoever was outside, couldn't see you. You darted upstairs, your hands trembling on the railing as you practically had to drag yourself upstairs. You were so panicked that you just wanted to collapse and cry. Tears burned in your eyes. The cool air was harsh on your lungs, leaving a burning effect. You paused as you heard something. Was that footsteps? Fucking Christ, that was footsteps. You let out a panicked scream as you heard the heavy steps crashing across your apartment to where you were on the stairs. It was so dark you couldn't see.

You ran away like a frantic, blind bat. Grasping at anything and everything you could to lead your way to your bedroom. That was your safe place, you need to get to the fire exit in your room to climb out of your apartment. The footsteps behind you stomped and moved like a mad man. You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see the figure slide and clash into the wall. He was moving so fast that he was slamming into everything to get to you.

The mask.

God dammit, you knew that mask. Your roommate, Danny, was wearing it for Halloween. He was still chasing after you like a chicken with it's head cut off and you still felt like you were about to either pass out or shit your pants in fear. Your breathing came out in a panting force as you ran up the stairs and down the hall to your room, slamming the door. It was too late, Danny had grabbed the door frame, you accidentally smashing his fingers in the door. He let out a pained grunt, throwing the door open. The sound was deafening when the door slammed up against the wall.

Welp, that was going to be an issue with the landlord, a hole in the wall. But did that matter to you or Danny right now? Not at all. You were too panicked by the prank going too far. Danny grabbed a fistful of your shirt, lifting you and tossing you to the bed like you were a toy. As you hit the bed, you let out a harsh grunt as the pain shot through your body. "Fuck you, Danny. Really!?" You yelled out, still panting hard. You felt like you wanted to cry from the amount of fear he had caused you. You actually thought you were going to die.

Danny chuckled deeply, pulling off his mask. He seemed, probably as equally as much as you were, scared. "Jesus Christ. I got scared cause I thought you'd call the cops on me." You both ended up laughing hysterically from the fear on both sides, both his face and your's covered in sweat. "You're a cute little thing when you run like that." Danny teased, one of his gloved hands gripping your legs. That was him. Flirting just because. In all honesty though, your relationship with him was rather unique. You'd go weeks without contact and as soon as he got back, he would be railing you until you saw stars.

Once the adrenaline from the fear slowly fades into a dull thrum in your skull, you finally allowed yourself to calm down for a second. You still wanted to slap the hell you of Danny for scaring you so badly. "Sorry, baby." He finally said, his hands lifting one of your legs up where he could slowly rub the muscles in your thighs. "Is a rub supposed to be compensation for scaring the piss out of me?" You said as you laid your head back against the bed, closing your eyes and letting him work out the knots in your muscles. Not that you were complaining, it did feel nice. "Maybe. I could do more?" Danny questioned on return, it was more of a asking permission question than it was just a normal rhetorical one.

You just nodded, wanting to see where this was going to lead to. You could already somewhat guess where it was going to go, it started with the dull, burning ache that was in your core. The only cure to that? Danny. Danny smirked at your silent answer, but that wasn't going to satisfy. He wanted to hear you say it. "No, no, baby girl. I want you to say it. Say for me, 'yes, Danny'." You rolled your eyes at his response, a snort of laughter coming from you. "Yes, Danny. We can do more." And with your works, a grin split across Danny's face. He already had it dead set in his mind that he was going to ruin you. Inside and out. He gripped your ankle, lifting your leg up into the air so your legs would remain open wide just enough where he could see the outlines of your folds through your shorts.

"Do as a say. Sit still. And remember, scream for me." Danny pulled one of his gloves off, his calloused hands moving down the smooth curves of your thigh, inching closer to your core. You were already squirming as his fingers teased you, your hips bucking outwards. "I said, sit still." Danny's other hand came down, pushing your hips down into the mattress, locking you in place. "Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I just want you to fucking fill me already." You shot back. It was your first time being a brat with him, not listening to his words. Danny glared down at you, a mix of anger and surprise at your sudden behavior.

"Then maybe-" Danny paused as he reached under the robe of his costume he was still using, gripping the cool, wooden handle of his pocket knife. He brought it out, waving it in front of your face as it came open with a click. "You'll learn how." Danny held the handle of the knife in his mouth before using his hands to push your legs apart. He kept his gaze on you the entire time as he took the knife back out of his mouth. Danny hooked the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and panties with the knife. With one quick movement, it was cut open, and you were left exposed to his burning gaze and the cool air. "Such a pretty little pussy." Danny cooed to you, almost like he was simply trying to own you with his words.

You could already feel yourself tremble with anticipation, the burning in your core getting stronger by the minute. It was such a burning, hot, almost painful feeling between your hips. The familiar coiling in your stomach was taking place. Danny's fingers were already sliding between and spreading a part your wet folds. "Danny, please." God, you were already begging like a little bitch and he hadn't even done anything to you yet. Danny's dark eyes flicked up to your's, meeting your pleading gaze. "Begging already?" He wasn't going to make you wait, he was already growing desperate enough when his erection was so tight in his pants that it was almost painful for him. Danny's fingers delved into your pussy, eliciting a shuddered moan from your lips. He used the thickness of his fingers to his advantage, using one of them to ring around the outside of your entrance to stretch it out before adding a second finger. You felt the sting of him stretching you out, preparing yourself so it wasn't so hard to take his cock later on.

With each curl, pump, thrust of his fingers, it brought out a new wave of wetness out of you that coated your slit along with Danny's fingers. "God damn, you're fucking perfect. Y'know that?" Danny brought his fingers out, making you release a small whimper from your quivering lips. Your inner walls now clenched at the sudden emptiness. Danny kept a steel grip on your thigh to keep you from closing your legs while his other hand was busy unbuttoning his pants. Your legs parted more, raising up your aching entrance up to Danny. "Remember what I said at the beginning?" Danny asked as he fumbled with his pants with shaking hands, eventually his erection sprang out, bobbing between your legs.

"You said... listen to you, sit still." You knew there was something else you couldn't quite remember. You were too focused on his throbbing member that rested against the hood of your clit, Danny rubbing it against you slowly enough where the precum beading at the top would slicken you up. "That's not all, doll. I said to do as I said, sit still-" Danny paused as he gripped his cock, tapping the pink, swollen head against your clit, making you moan out. "And scream for me." With that, Danny lined himself up, sliding his cock into your aching pussy inch by agonizing inch. You were going to scream alright, you already wanted to scream as he bottomed out inside you, his cock head kissing up against your insides. Your moans were already music to his ears, providing him with enough determination where he wanted to fuck you senseless. So he did. Danny let out a deep growl with each long, hard, deep thrust, slowing building up speed. The jolt of electric pleasure caused your eyes to roll back and flutter shut, making you hiss through your teeth. The sounds of your pussy taking in every single inch of Danny's cock so well filled the room.

"Fuck, Danny! Fucking hell!" You mewled and whimpered out, your limbs hooking around Danny to hold on for dear life. Danny had to keep himself from yelling right along with you, his main focus was your own pleasure. With a quick pull, Danny yanked up your shirt, revealing your breasts up to him. Your nipples grew hard at the sudden exposure to the cool air. Danny's mouth immediately found your nipples, sucking on them like a starved man. This added on more and more of that intense coil burning heavily inside you, causing you to desperately to crave release. The feeling of his lips and tongue working over your breasts, leaving dark red bruises across your skin, combined with his cock pumping into you with reckless abandon, was already growing to be too much. You were so desperate, crying out to Danny as an orgasm wrecked your body, your moans growing louder with growls. The electric pleasure shot straight up through your body, felt like it was bouncing from your core, to your hips, and up to your breasts.

"Good girl, fucking beautiful girl." He wasn't done quite yet, Danny was going to make sure you were going to be ruined by the time he was done with you. A quivering, wet puddle of nerves. His hands were all over you, clenching at your ass, pulling them apart in desperation to try to get even deeper inside you, up to your breasts where he moved his mouth away. Danny panted heavily with each of his rough thrusts into your wet slit, a string of saliva connecting his mouth from your nipple. "Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, you have great tits, great body, great everything, baby. Just a bit longer." The praises fell and moans of pleasure slipped out of his mouth, his face buried between your tits as he mumbled soft words of praises to you. Danny could already feel his cock start to throb, indicating that he was about to either paint your insides or will have to pull out of you.

But Jesus fuck you felt good.

Your pussy was so warm, so wet, it felt like it was almost begging for Danny to just cum right there inside you. He let out desperate, whining sounds as the friction of your inner walls clamped right around Danny's cock. Everything eventually all came crashing down right to him, his hips jerking back quickly, his cock leaving you empty with a wet pop. Danny grunted as his thick, hot seed sprayed out against your pussy up to your lower stomach.

He collapsed right on top of you, you both left a panting, steaming mess of exhaustion and nerves. Your hands interlocked into Danny's hair, pressing your cheek up against his head. You could feel the burning pleasure you once had slowly fading into a dull hum, your emotions and everything finally coming back to you over again. Danny fucking the sense out of you felt great and all, but you were left with one thing as your mind cleared up.

"What the hell did you do to my friend?"

#danny johnson x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #horror #slasher x you #ghostface fanfiction #dbd ghostface #dbd x reader #ghostface smut

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brighter-by-the-daly · 11 months

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Lucy Bronze x Reader

Part One: I Prefer Gold

Posted 21/05/23, Edited 29/06/23

Since joining Barcelona at the beginning of the season there was only one thing on your mind - winning the Champions League. Okay okay, that’s a lie - there were two things. Winning the league and an English player called Lucy Bronze. You’d grown up idolising the defender from a young age and now you’re on the same team it had given you a chance to get to know her personally as well as professionally. Day and night your brain had become consumed with thoughts of the brunette - the way she runs faster than anyone you’ve ever known, the way her smile lights up a room, the way her trousers are a little too baggy but most of all you were obsessed with the way she unknowingly lifts her top up to expose her rippled abs. Well, you thought she did it unknowingly but zoning back into reality you realised she was staring right at you from across the field where she’d caught your eyes on her stomach. Noticing that you’d been caught you quickly glanced away hoping to hide your embarrassment by talking to another team mate but there wasn’t anyone around. You were the only one on the bench and unable to play off that you were just chatting to someone your cheeks began to turn red, even from the other side of the training ground you could tell Lucy was chuckling to herself. Cover. Blown.

“(Y/l/n) laps with Bronze!” the coach shouted. Great. Perfect. Absolutely bloody marvellous! Rolling your eyes as you bent down to tie your boots you then dragged yourself across the pitch to meet her at the other side. “Can’t keep away from me can ya!” her cheeky smile paired with her Northern English accent sent sparks through your body as she elbowed your side. Racking your brain for a come back that wouldn’t expose your crush on her you settled with - “who better to test my pace against?” Lucy wasn’t short of confidence when it came to her body, her capabilities in the game or her way with women. “Catch me then!” she shouted as she legged it away from you “I haven’t stretched yet!” you called out causing her to spin and jog backwards shouting “excuse, excuses!” before turning around and finishing her run. Your eyes firmly on the back of her body as the day dreaming started again while you were out of her sight.

Making sure you were ready to give her a run for her money and finishing stretching your quads you felt Lucy’s heavy footsteps approach “ready to get beaten?” she called out cockily. ”In your dreams Bronzey!” you shouted back at her as you sprinted away without warning. Lucy’s calls from behind about cheating didn’t bother you and soon faded into the distance, you just wanted to beat her by any means necessary. Reaching the other side of the field you were ecstatic, jumping around to hold a L to your forehead soon realising that Lucy hadn’t even moved. Clearly not wanting to partake in a competition under false pretences or unfair conditions you jogged back to her with a cheesey grin on your face “couldn’t stand the heat could ya?” poking her ribs. “Coach wants you to fasten your runs, that’s not gonna happen if you don’t run with me” she said defiantly. Your eyes rolled instinctively making her fold her arms and look at you disappointed. The look on her face had a slight smirk, trying desperately to seem serious when she doesn’t have a serious bone in her body, the eye contact made you feel weak. “Day dreaming about me again?” she questioned, the smirk on her face now growing. “Absolutely not, you take up no space in my mind” you punched back. Lies. She sees right through you “then why you biting your lip again?” the questioning continued. Shit. Am I? Fuck I am. “We running or not?” she chuckled again at your quick change of conversation as she got into position.

3. 2. 1. You were off. Pushing your body to it’s absolute limits trying desperately to beat her. Length after length neither of you stopped. Little digs and comments flying between you until Lucy tapped out. “If you tap out, I win!” you called to the brunette in front of you as you pulled up to the line. “You really wanna be the person who wins through default?” her eyebrows raised, challenging your competitiveness. “I guess your old age worked in my favour” you shrugged knowing the comment will get her riled up. “You’re only 4 years younger than me you cheeky cow!” she took the bait slapping your shoulder. “As I said.. Old. Age” her cockiness had obviously rubbed off on you and she wasn’t enjoying you now having the upper hand now. “No one can beat me, just get over it loser” she shoved you lightly “the only way you’d win is if I piggy backed you across this field” she laughed. “I’d like to see that!” Alexia said as she approached you both. “I wonder if you could keep up your speed carrying (y/n) too”. Lucy was adamant that she could and at the calls that training was over said it’d have to wait for another day then jogged away to get changed.

Alexia pulled you aside before heading back to the changing room, “what’s with all the flirting? You like Bronze?” shrugging at her question “eh, I prefer gold” you winked at her, not realising your crush was still in ear shot. “Oh! Stab me in the heart why don’t you!” she shouted so loud it echoed around you as she looked back holding her heart in a dramatic fashion. Your mouth dropped open at the realisation she’d heard you. “Oh yeah, this old lady has impeccable hearing don’t ya know!” smiling as she went.

Shit.

Part Two

#Lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #barcelona wfc #barcelona femeni #lionesses x reader #woso masterlist #woso x reader

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ascendedastarionapologist · 5 days

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looking between both sides of the fandom, I think I’ll chill with the none antagonistic version with cute headcanons and sex positive vibes and not the ‘you shouldn’t even draw Astarion bottoming because his being exploited’ Shame ridden ‘everyone who likes AA needs to go therapy’ death wish side. damn, can’t even draw a man taking ownership of his past and enjoying sex without the trauma holding him down without these harpies breathing down your throat. Stop infantising the man. he fucks you on a grave merry Shelly stile as spawn and fucks you doggy as ascended no one’s forcing him to do it he initiates stop making his whole future about cazador let him fucking heal

DEADASS cazador is BEYOND dead and buried. ppl wanna go on about media literacy and then just fucking decimate any actual character or complexity astarion has post ascention to the point theyll say he isnt even *actually* astarion anymore. like yall realize how fucking cheap that is? same vibe as those cheesey "it was all a dream/coma/in their imagination" theories from the 2010s. it takes all the stakes and anything they were building in the arc and shits all over it. lame asf

#asks #ascended astarion #astarion ancunin

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ifancyknightbois · 2 years

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The date

Warnings: slight angst. Very much fluff, fluffiest shit, romantic setting, very cheesey romcom esque

Pairings: Marc Spector, Steven Grant (mentioned) x Fem Reader

Edit/An: I realize these are non specific to a gender. The reason why it's Fem based is to help with the base of Marc's mommy issues

A/n: special thanks to @in-between-the-cafes for giving me confidence in posting these, I really appreciate the support, this honestly wouldn't have been an ongoing series without you, love!

The first initial date with Marc Spector was well... let's say he certainly made it memorable. After the night spent with you, he thought it'd be un-gentlemanly of him to not take you out on a proper date. And that's what he did.

He showed up at your apartment with a bouquet. Swoooon! He wore a nice blazer paired handsomely with a well-fitted tee underneath along with matching slacks. He was surely a sight to behold.

"Sorry, I had to fight an old lady to get these" he humored handing over the slightly dishevelled arrangement of flowers.

You laughed shaking your head, his hair was as messy as the flowers were, telling you it was certainly not a tiny old woman that did this abuse to your date and the gift he presented you with.

He studied the knowing smile you gave him "ok. Ok fine, it was some thugs and I used these beautiful flowers as a weapon... Gotta kill them with kindness right?" He chuckled earning a laugh from you.

"I love them" you smiled taking them from his hands and opening the door wide enough for him to enter. You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek before you scurried off to find a vase for the flowers. Though they were slightly an eye sore, you thought nothing was more suitable from Marc Spector.

"You don't have to be nice about it sweetheart, I know they're a mess" he chuckled as he watched you place them in a vase with water.

"No! They're perfect. Honestly. Messy but beautiful and I'll cherish them as I cherish you" you correct him as you fixed them up and made your way over to the human epitome of a beautiful mess.

You ran a hand through his hair to slick it back, a few curls falling back into their previous place. Damn. He was one attractive man. He either knew that too well or not enough and you definitely would let him know just how beautiful and well appreciated he is. A mess of a man, you didn't want to control it but rather help him work through and accept that it was ok to be a bit messy.

He wrapped his arms around you and spun you around a bit, delighting his ears in your giggles. Another thing that drew him to you was your laugh. You never faked it around him, it wasn't angelic but it was a song he could replay forever. He was simply lightened by your presence.

Since the first meeting, he had been infatuated. Sure he thought he bled out and went back to the field of reeds when he first awoke to see your beautiful... horrified face. But he wouldn't admit anything until a month of getting to know you. He could heal with his suit but he enjoyed you playing doctor with him.

"Alright let's get a move on, Spector" you smile as you gingerly press your nose against his and backed up towards the door, pulling him along with you as he stole a few kisses from you earning more giggles as you both exited your apartment.

Once arrived at the dinner he reserved for you at a restaurant. You sat across from each other snacking on breadsticks that sat in front of you.

"I have something to confess" Marc stated as he reached for your hand, holding onto it as if his life depended on it. Something he's done many times before while you patched him up though this time it was a much softer grasp.

You look at him with a bit of concern before you urged him to go on, giving his hand a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

"I was married before... And I ended things in the shittiest way possible. I hid things from her, I hid Steven and Jake... And I had thought that I didn't deserve her support or in a messed up way I thought that I was protecting her" he paused taking in a breath "she's part of my past and since you're my present and hopefully my future. I wanted to be completely honest with you because Layla showed me I was worthy of love and forgiveness. But I couldn't bare to hurt her anymore. So we decided it be best to finalize the divorce and stay friends" he continues looking into your eyes before furthering his thoughts.

"And I met you... You and your beautiful way of completely accepting me. I'm willing to give into the happiness I have been pushing out all my life" he finished reaching over and cupping your cheek "you're my safety and happiness now" he adds, the cheese cream frosting on top of the cake.

You couldn't help but tear up at his vulnerability as you rested your hand on top of his, melting into his touch.

"Marc... I promise to keep you safe... As safe as I can with Khonshu ordering you around, it's quite hard. But I will definitely keep that happiness intact" you smile kissing his palm softly.

"Oh, darling" you could tell it was Steven who chose to make an appearance. You haven't spoken too much with him but he was as sweet as peach cobbler during any interaction you've had the pleasure of having with him. You could tell by how soft he got like he had nearly no worries that Marc had burdened, that certainly wasn't the case. Steven just was accepting of his struggles while Marc battled them still, taking on so much more than he needs to.

"And don't worry, I'll give Marc back to you in a second. He felt an overwhelming warmth so he shuddered out a bit" he chuckled, caressing your cheek softly "I'm happy to hear that we'll be seeing more of you. Marc spoke the truth. And your the first person he- we've been completely over the moon for since Layla" he gave you a tilted smile as he slowly pulled his hand away so he could hold both of yours in his.

"Steven" you smile at him "hi... it's been a while since we last spoke" you hum stroking his knuckles soothingly "and what I've said to Marc goes for you and Jake as well. Though I have yet to meet him"

His eyes fluttered and his shoulders straightened slightly. Marc, your Marc had returned. The smile Steven wore widened when Marc took over.

"In time you'll meet him. Don't worry, he's just a lot tougher than me to break" he chuckled "I barely spoke to you the first night you patched me up. I kept my walls up enough with you until the other night when you shattered all my mistrust in you, looking like my damn future wife. Though too soon to speak on that. Steven, on the other hand just accepted you right away, with your stupid cute jokes and gentle touches, he was absolute puddy the first night he met you" he chuckled shaking his head softly.

"Now let's get some food. Head back to your place so I can hold you and appreciate you in a more private environment" he adds hauling over a waiter.

And that night, once in your comfy clothes and with a movie going, Marc held you. There was a sense of protection in the way he held you. You could tell he still feared you running away from him.

"Marc" you whispered, turning your head up to him, he met your gaze with glossed-over eyes.

"I'm right here" you say softly as you stroke his arm lovingly, so he'd know this wasn't a dream. You truly wouldn't go anywhere.

He leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead "I know that, now" he whispered burying his face in your hair as he let a few tears slip. Taking in your warmth, your scent..his home. This time he didn't want to let Steven take over to help mask his tough facade, no. He wanted to feel it, all of it.

#marc spector #marvel #moon knight #marc spector x y/n #moon knight fanfic #marc spector x reader #steven grant #flufftober2022

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infifi3 · 1 month

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ok but actually. i know i said this in the tags on ur post but genuinely i love ur faggy infinites i love ur attitude i love how u post whatever u want and put it in the main tags bc u are unapologetically urself when it is so easy to try and fit in. u have the confidence i aim to have for myself and it's so refreshing to see somebody who embraces being Weird <3 i've never engaged because i am unwell about people being aware of me but i've literally been lurking on you and the dog and hog gang for at least a year (i never really spoke much about liking them despite having interest for years) and. just. you're all so chill. the critical thinking, lack of judgement, this world needs more of that shit fr!! i hope u have a great day – good vibes from a transfag autism brained freak (and thank u for ur tags on my essay. i'm so glad other people care as much as me <3)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I IWISJ I COULS ANSWER TJIS AND KEEP TJIS IM ,MY IMBOX FOREVER RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LOVE MY BOYSSSSSSS<33333 RAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! i usually try n segment my replys to address every beat but this is so much........ to my liddle tiny heaet........ im ,iteralkly cyinf rnn can you tell????? UIVTBJVJBJVBKJ. this means. the world to me<33333 im glad<33 im glad i can inspire some of that in u<3 like for the longest time i was literally larping as one of the normies :sob: like i get it 100% the want 2 fit in and b accepted esp in fandom is strong but in my case it is utterlly unsustainable 2 follow the crowd. i cant pretend i dont like what i like. i cant pretend to be normal r have normal relationships 2 things r have normal opinions jnkjjkjbjk. and its hard!!!!!! there rlly isnt a real tangible space to be fucking insane and into weird n gross shit n etc in fandom like there is for the sanitized kiddy friendly stuff or the hyper horny stuff, its an awkward middle line 2 tread.(n im wayy too autistic 4 fandom anyways.... lol) and ik im not the only one. i wouldnt b able 2 be so unabashed and real and freaky w/o the support of all the amazing ppl ive met in my little freak circle<3333(IT IS SOOOOOO cheesey n cringe-sounding but im being so fr when i say my weirdoes n infinite the jackal saved my life<3333333333 i literally probably wouldnt even b alive today w/o em<333 thanks 2 all of u for helping me grow stronger btw hehe....)

Every day i choose to be insane and gross and a freak and a transexual faggot and autistic and TOO MUCH !!! for meself obv<3 but also for the ones i love and ppl like YOU!!!!!!!!!! >:D i cant change the world w just my little paws. but i CAN b crazy on main. i CAN show everyone that you dont have 2 be afraid of your own interests for fear of not being accepted in the greater fandom<333 even if these ppl never rlly come out of their shell... theres always someone, someplace out there thatll accept u. theres always more freaks, theres always more faggots<3 even if you never come out and yell it to the world if i could inspire just a tiny bit of this love in ppl thatd be enough for me :)

anyways. lol. kjnobjbiubjk thank you<33 a lot<3333 i mean it<333333 so many words i wish to say in this moment but ik you get it<3 mwamwa<333333333

life is short babey!!! dont be such a stranger okay ^_^

#asks #inf1nyxw0rlds #infifi #literally just been chewing on this 4 an hour.............. lmao #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!!!! ily man<3333333333333 #n ofc!!!!!! yw 4 the tags<33 the real infinite freaks gotta support each other u know how it is<3333

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