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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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The Co-Worker Rule (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x Reader)

Summary: With the Avengers’ ranks depleted in the aftermath of the blip, your team needs heroes. Your mission is to recruit the Moon Knight. What you didn’t expect was to fall for him.

Fluff, Adventure

Pairings: Mainly Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Jake Lockley x reader

Warnings: I did my best to accurately represent DID but please tell me if there are errors, canon typical violence, some blood, broken bones, super-powered reader, not really edited yet, I cannot write a fic where I don’t talk about Oscar’s nose and hair

A/N: Based on this request: I absolutely LOVED secret identities!!! Do you think you can do another avengers!xreader and marc/Steven/jake story!! Mange the reader is sent to recruit moonknight and then end up falling for each other?

This is not the Secret Identities sequel (my other Avengers!reader fic). The sequel is coming soon!

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Marc Spector. Steven Grant. Jake Lockley. Three men, two superheroes, one body, and exactly who the Avengers needed. Well, to be fair the Avengers needed anyone with superpowers.

That’s how you found yourself in London watching Steven Grant sit on a park bench, eat a sandwich, and stare into the sunset. The crowds were gone by the time dusk fell, and it was just you and Steven. You wouldn’t risk civilian casualties if he turned out to be a lose cannon, so you’d waited.

You approached carefully and sat on the bench beside Steven who stared silently into the distance. He’s really very handsome with his curly hair and dark eyes, and the silhouette of his nose and jaw in the setting sun has you swallowing hard. Without so much as a glance, he holds out a foil wrapped panini from the stand he stopped at earlier, offering it to you like you were an old friend.

“Probably cold now,” he finally says in a thick British accent. “Saw you following me when I left work. Thought you might be hungry too. S’not poisoned or nothing’.”

“What do you mean it’s not poisoned?” Jake hisses. “I told you to drug them.”

“Jake, we don’t have access to anything to drug someone,” Marc is confused. “Do we?”

You can’t help but smile a little bit at Steven Grant and take the food he’s offering. You are hungry, and though the hours old food would sit badly in a normal human’s stomach, you’re unconcerned. And if it’s poisoned, well, poison didn’t really work on you.

“So what do you want then?” Steven finally looks at you.

You have a mouthful of food, and all you can do is freeze as the full weight of Steven Grant’s gaze settles on you.

“Ever heard of the Avengers?” you opt to cut right to the chase.

“What? Are we stupid?” Marc hisses.

“Hasn’t everyone?” Steven filters Marc’s snide remark.

“I’m an Avenger.”

“Bullshit. Give me the body!”

“We know about,” you debate the best way to sound non-threatening and end up gesturing vaguely to his whole body. “you and are interested-”

The man hears nothing else that you say, just Jake’s voice.

“Steven, give me the body,” his alter says with deadly calm.

Steven doesn’t, just keeps staring at you. Sadness fills his deep brown eyes.

“Don’t try to take me in,” he mutters. “It won’t end well for you.”

“No, no,” you put a hand on his knee. “I’m not here to arrest you or anything like that.”

Steven glances down at your hand, and you draw it back quickly, apologetically.

“We want to recruit you for the initiative,” you explain, rubbing your hands together as you talk. “After Cairo, Moon Knight is a bit of a hero amongst us Avengers.”

Steven looks at you with slightly parted lips. The sun catches in his dark curls, and as you’re staring at him thinking that he is one of the most beautiful human beings you’ve ever seen he’s staring back thinking the same thing.

“Keep it together, buddy,” Marc says. “I don’t disagree with you, but-”

“This is dangerous. Someone knows about us! Mierda! Do the Avengers know about all of us?”

You look him up and down. God, you want to touch those curls. Stop. Focus. You have got to focus. You cross your arms, leaning forward onto your knees and pulling your gaze away from Steven to look into the distance.

“After the blip, the battle, we lost so much. The team scattered, but our enemies didn’t. I’m not asking you to live in a tower or at the new compound. We just need heroes willing to defend those who can’t defend themselves,” you let the sadness tinge your voice, sadness for your lost team. “Heroes who will answer the call when it’s time.”

“I’m not a hero.”

The accent is gone. You glance over at Marc Spector, his brows furrowed deeply as he studies you. He thinks he believes you, even though Jake is still suspicious. It’s the tragic honesty of your plea that makes him comfortable enough to front. And it’s the perfect opportunity to see just how much you know.

“Nice to meet you, Marc.”

“Looks like the answer is everything,” Jake hisses. “Everything!”

Reluctantly, Marc allows Jake to front. You can tell instantly by how his mouth sets in a tight line that you’re looking at the third alter. Jake clearly sees you as a threat. All you know from the file is that he is “the most violent of the three,” which is an assessment you think is unfair. It seemed to you that Jake only fronted when the system was in real danger, only took lives when absolutely necessary, did anything to protect Marc and Steven. You admired him for it, respected him.

But if he saw you as a threat, then you were in trouble. Shit.

You jump to your feet, taking a defensive stance as Jake stands too, looking at you with a slightly tilted head and menacing eyes.

“You want us to be an Avenger?” He growls. “What if I don’t believe you?”

He steps closer, closer.

“Jake, I think she’s telling the truth,” Steven interrupts.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says aloud then lunges for you.

You side step him, raising your hands and blocking his punch easily. He spins and kicks. You slide back to avoid it, totally on the defensive, not having any desire to really fight Jake. That is, until he finds your ribs with a hard kick. Something cracks. Instinct takes over then. You kick him right in the chest, sending Jake staggering backward.

“Not bad,” he grins like this is some sort of game.

You glance around, making sure the park is still empty. You don’t want the cops called on an Avenger fighting a vigilante. There’s no one. You leap at Jake, tossing punch after punch that he blocks easily. Just as you intended. He’s distracted and doesn’t notice you step in to sweep out his leg, knocking him flat on his butt.

He kicks your ankle hard, and you fall forward to your knees. By the time you realize what’s happening, he’s back on his feet in a low crouch. You use your momentum to roll forward, back on your feet in an instant only inches from Jake. He strikes forward; you catch his arm, locking out his wrist and elbow and spinning him around. You raise a knee to strike his face, and he grabs your thigh.

Add some degree of super strength to Moon Knight’s list of powers. He hooks an arm under your leg and flips you onto your back, shaking your grip free as the air whooshes from your lungs. Pain shoots through your side. Jake’s body collapses heavily on yours, pinning you beneath him. He straddles your waist, leaning forward over you.

You bring an elbow across his face and blood sprays from his nose.

“Alright, I’m definitely buying the Avengers thing,” Marc says.

Jake wasn’t quite convinced. He draws back a hand and you jerk your head to the side to avoid the punch. He hits the ground instead. You use his shifted weight to get your legs around his waist, and flip him to the side so you’re on top with him pinned beneath you.

“That was hot.”

“Steven, you are just one giant intrusive thought right now,” Jake replies silently as he stares up you.

For a moment, you think you’ve reached a truce and relax your body ever so slightly. That’s exactly what Jake wanted. He reaches for your neck. You bat his hand away. He tries again. You block again, and he grabs your wrist instead, yanking you closer so he can wrap his strong arms around your back and flip you back over.

“That was hot,” it’s Marc’s turn to admire you.

A flash of gold then a cold blade is pressed to your neck, pricking the skin.

“Easy, Jake,” Steven warns.

Blood from Jake’s face drips across yours as he glowers down at you.

Power flares in your hands, but you will it back to sleep. He’s not really going to hurt you. He was pulling his punches. This is a test, some sort of strange initiation to see if you’re trustworthy enough for Jake Lockley. You meet his gaze with a measured look of complete calm. He tilts his head.

“Hmm, te creo,” he sheathes the crescent shaped blade. “I believe you.”

He sits back and offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet. You feel the tiny mark on your neck that’s bleeding a surprising amount. Jake touches his nose tenderly. It’s definitely broken. And so are your ribs you realize as you struggle to take a deep breath.

“Here,” you reach for him first, letting your powers flow through you as you trace his busted nose with a feather light touch.

When his nose snaps back into place, he doesn’t so much as flinch. But he is staring at you with raised eyebrows. You run a hand over your neck, healing the tiny cut, then press your palm to your side. It hurts like it always does as your bones click back together.

“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, trying and failing to bite back a pained moan.

“Now that was hot,” Jake says silently

“Imagine hearing that sound because of us,” Marc adds, the image of you squirming underneath them flashing through their minds courtesy of Marc.

“We are hearing that sound because of us,” Steven snaps. “Someone - Jake - broke their ribs!”

“Lay off Steven. I was assessing a threat.”

“Whatever you say, mate. Threat assessed.”

“So the Avengers?” Marc asks, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand.

“I take it I passed,” You remark wryly, not even blinking at the appearance of Marc.

It was the weirdest recruiting mission you had ever been on, but if beating the shit out of each other for a few minutes convinced Jake, Steven, and Marc that you were genuine, then that’s what you’d do.

Marc stepped close to you and raised his hand to your face, touching the spattering of blood there. His face changes, softens. Steven’s palm flattens over your cheek, and without realizing it you lean into the warmth.

“My flat’s a few blocks away,” he offers. “You can clean up there, talk to all of us about the Avengers.”

His eyes are wide as his gaze roves your face, a little smile quirking his lips up. You’re equally as enraptured by him, by all of them really.

“Oh, he’s got it bad,” Jake remarks.

In the end, Steven walks you back to his flat, listening to you talk about the new Avengers Initiative all the while. Marc and Jake jump into the conversation here and there, and in the fifteen minutes it takes to reach Steven’s door, your mission is complete. Moon Knight is an Avenger.

You could go. Right then, you could turn around, wish Steven - and Marc and Jake - the best, tell them you’ll see them later, and go back to the compound. You should go, but there is something magnetic about the three men that makes you follow Steven Grant into his flat.

He sits you on the edge of his bed and cleans the blood from your face with a damp cloth, kneeling between your legs the whole time in a way that makes you feel… things. Damn it. When you were recruited to the team, you made a personal rule that a romance, however brief, would never be an option with a fellow Avenger. Steven is by all rights an Avenger now. The co-workers rule had always kept you out of trouble before. So yes you could admire how handsome this man was, but no, there could be no romance, no sex, nothing.

When your face and neck are clean, Steven absentmindedly puts a hand on your thigh, high on your thigh, and sits back on his knees. There is fire where he’s touching you. Damn it, you curse to yourself. Remember the rule.

Trying to distract yourself, you take the cloth from him and dab at his face that is still bloody from the broken nose. It forces you to lean closer as you hold his head still with one hand and wipe blood away with the other. His face is soft with just a hint of afternoon stubble on his cheek and jaw. This was not a good choice for a distraction.

He’s looking up at you with those big dark eyes, and when he makes eye contact, he hold you still with just his gaze.

“Come on, Steven!” Marc cheers him on.

Steven doesn’t think. He takes your face between his hands and kisses you like a dying man taking his last breath. He leans you back, pressing you flat to the bed and moving to hover over you, kissing you all the while.

“I-is this alright?” Steven asks, pulling back so your noses are barely brushing.

No. It’s breaking the rule. That’s what you should say. But your hands are pressed to the smooth muscles of his chest, moving almost of their own accord to feel him through his shirt.

“Yes,” you decide right then to take a leap of faith.

The smile that lights up Steven’s face is contagious. You would break every rule in the world just to see him smile. You’re grinning back at him as he shifts his body atop yours. Fighting Jake had been - dare you say it - fun, but this was better. Steven is warm and gentle in all the right ways, and you think that if you ever get the chance you’d find that Marc and Jake would be rough in all the right ways. But for now, this is enough. More than enough.

Steven’s hands roam your face like he’s trying to memorize every bit of it. You’re raising goosebumps along his side as you slip your hands under the soft fabric of his shirt.

And just as you are about to tear this beautiful man’s clothes off, your phone vibrates loudly in your pocket. The moment is broken. You fumble for the device, brushing the back of your hand awkwardly across Steven’s… oh shit. He huffs softly.

“Sorry,” you mutter, feeling how hard he is with that quick touch.

He moves his eyes up, averting his gaze from you with a slightly embarrassed half-grin, half-grimace.

“Hello,” you answer, calming your breathing.

You’re still laying under Steven who is braced on his elbows with hands hovering awkwardly around your head.

“Any updates?”

Why did it have to be Sam Wilson calling you right now? It felt like your older brother had just walked in on you having sex. It wasn’t sex… yet, and Sam wasn’t your older brother… biologically, but that might has well have been the situation.

“Yeah, it uh… went well. He’s on board.”

You glance at Steven who is watching you curiously, actively running a hand through your hair now.

“Good. So we’ll see you back here early morning then?” Sam asks.

“I um… I missed my flight,” that is technically true.

“Missed flight?” You hear Bucky shout and pull the phone from your ear as his voice gets louder. “They’re fucking. I knew it! I saw those pictures of him, and I knew this was the end of your stupid co-worker rule!”

“We’re not-” you start, then stop; lying to Bucky and Sam has never been your best skill. “We-”

Marc grabs the phone from your hand; you don’t know when the change occurred. He could definitely hear Bucky’s yelling.

“We’re trying to,” he speaks into the phone.

You can hear Bucky’s happy shouting on the other line, Sam trying to calm him down. Then Marc hangs up and tosses your phone aside.

“Now where were we?” Marc’s voice shifts to Steven’s British accent mid-sentence.

You bury your fingers in his soft curly hair, dragging Steven’s face down to yours and pressing your lips to his soft ones. You’d followed your co-worker rule for years, but not anymore. Steven moans quietly, a deep throaty sound that shoots heat through your body.

It was like Stark had always said, rules are made to be broken.

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mad-as-a-box-of-frogs · 2 years

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Hello, Man in the Mirror.

Summon the Suit: Marcsteven in Every Episode [2/6]

#marcsteven #moon knight #marc spector x steven grant #steven grant x marc spector #marvel #marveledit #moonknightedit #puts that scenes that give me the most brainrot at the top #Marc's proud little smile in the first gif gets me every time

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lulila-safu · 2 years

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Don't tell Marc.

Don't tell Jake.

Uh... Nevermind.

#ao3 what have you done to me #my art #traditional art #moon knight #moon knight fanart #steven grant #steven grant x jake lockley #jakesteven(???#jake lockley #marc spector #marc spector x steven grant #marcsteven #i'm very sorry #honestly idk why I made this #marcstevenjake #moon boys

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mandjardin · 2 years

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marc and steven spending ten minutes apart and then deciding theyre a package deal and are going to be co-conscious all the time…… its giving clinginess its giving neediness its giving attachment issues… and i understand and respect it all completely

#moon knight #moon knight spoilers #steven grant #marc spector #marcsteven #marc spector x steven grant

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marckinggrant · 2 years

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Marc was literally prepared to be a statue forever holding Steven’s hand. That was so gay that the gate near them opened up like their closet.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #marcsteven #marc spector x steven grant #moon knight altershipping #marc x steven #moon knight series

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Housewife (S.G)

Warning(s) SEXISIM LIKE MASSIVE I MEAN IT,Daddy kink,edging,overstimulation,orgasm control,rough sex,house wife kink,cnc kink,pain kink,unprotected sex (do better),breeding kink,dom Steven, smut (piv sex,oral sex (female),thigh riding and more.

Pairing(s); Sexist! Steven grant x Fem reader X (mentioned Marc Spector & Jake lockley)

Summary; this lovely request here

A/n; hope this is as good as they wanted this has got to be a favorite of mine. Also are pancakes vegetarian? If not let’s pretend they are.😩

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You stood in the kitchen mixing up pancake batter you had made for breakfast , your mind began to wonder back to last year, last year when you were going out every night fighting off god knows what. It was fun,it was thrilling, it was dangerous and heart pumpingly fun.

Now though, now you didn’t do things like that only Steven did, or Marc, or their newest alter Jake would. Steven had kept you home, made you stay inside your house ‘it was too dangerous’ he said ‘you’re too fragile’ he said ‘just stay home and be a good wife’ he said and you caved.

That was over a year ago and you were slowly getting bored. You can only clean so much of a house until it’s spotless,you can only sit and wait on your husband for so long until you go crazy.

You wanted needed to get back out there.

You sighed as you heard the door open and close, you glanced at the clock 8:15 he’s early. You lifted your head smiling at your husband. Tall,beautiful ebony curls sat on his head,white suit still on, though his mask had vanished.

Stevens face had a sheen of sweet on it,blood on his forehead,it was smeared,not his own. His eyes seemed dark when he first walked it lighting back up to life the second he saw you though.

The second he saw you, his wife, in his kitchen, making his breakfast in your pretty little apron, hair pinned back out of your face, you looked like a fucking dream.

“ ‘Ello love” he said almost sighing at the sight of you “hi baby, rough night?” You asked. If the suit was still on him it might mean it’s still healing him. “Mmm, some in’ like that, do I have time to shower?” He asked and you nodded. “Course you do, pancakes still got about about 10 more minutes” you said as he leaned over the counter to kiss you softly. “Such a good wife for me” he said and you smiled humming as he walked towards the bathroom.

You got the rest of breakfast prepared and were cutting up fruit to top the pancakes you made when arms wrapped around your waist. The smell of Stevens body wash filling your nose as you smiled. “Smells good, love” he said placing a kiss to your exposed neck. “Can I help?” He asked and you shook your head “just go sit” you said.Steven gladly sat down as you set down plates of pancakes and fruit in front of him.

A mutual silence fell as you both ate, you sipped some of the water you had gotten yourself before speaking. “I was thinking..” you started and Steven looked up at you “I kinda wanna do something” Steven sat up tilting his head “do what, pretty girl?” He asked. “Like get a job, or I don’t know just do something productive? Make my own money you know?” A slam on the table made you jump.

You looked up to see Stevens hand in a fist clenched as he huffed. “I thought we talked about this? It’s too dangerous for you to be out there.” He said and you opened your mouth shutting it when he stood up. Steven walked over and quickly lifted you up from your chair sitting you on the table as he pushed plates and silverware clattering told the floor.

“You just need to stay here and be a good Fucking wife for us.” He was already pulling your sleep shorts off. “That world will hurt you love,jus’ tryin’ to keep you safe” he said panties coming off as well. “You should just stay here and clean, and cook for me. Let me fill you up every night.” His head was now settled between your thighs.

You gripped onto the table as you moaned out your head hitting the table as his tongue worked you quickly. “Daddy, fuck….so good” you whined one hand leaving the table to tangle in his hair. “Fuck you, thinking you’re strong enough to go back out there? No, your fucking not. Fucking dumb enough to get stupid after a few licks to your desperate cunt.” He spit down onto your cunt and went back to work.

You moaned out loudly as you came against his tongue the after shock melting your brain a bit. “Steven lifted his head licking his lips” he stood up pushing his sweatpants down with his boxers. “Let me remind you just how fragile you are pretty girl, since you seem to forget” he said and slammed his full length inside of you.

“Oh god” you groaned eyes rolling back as he set a brutal pace Fucking into you so soon after you came had your seeing stars. “Daddy, sorry ‘m sorry” you whined. The table creaking and thudding as it shifted with his violent thrusts.

“You’re too fragile love, all your good for is being stuffed with my cum” he growled out at you. “Y-you’re right daddy, not good for anything but you” that sent him over the edge quickly. He buried himself as deep as he could go as he released inside you splashing cum against your slick walls.

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Days had passed at this point and though Steven,marc,or Jake one would fuck you silly every morning you still somehow kept drifting back to wanting to do something more with your life.

You were sat in your shared study late that night, Steven was out doing that birdbrains bidding. You opened up your laptop glancing at the door before you settled into the couch scrolling over ways to get jobs or what you needed.

At some point you fell asleep, you weren’t sure how but you did, what’s even worse was you left your laptop open, even worse then that you woke up to steven standing over you eyes dark and laced with something.

“The fucks this?” Only then did you realize it wasn’t steven, that was marc. “What?” You grumbled sitting up and wiping sleep from your eyes you saw the laptop in his hand.

“I was just looking.” You said blankly and Marc slammed the laptop shut “oh? Yeah? That’s what it was?” Marc brought the laptop down across his knee breaking it in half. “What the fuck!” You jumped up “Marc! What the hell!” You yelled at him.

Stupid, fucking stupid choice.

Marc dropped the tattered pieces of your laptop and grabbed you dragging you all the way to the bedroom and tossing you across the bed.

“You just don’t get it do you? You aren’t meant to do shit but what we ask of you. You’re week,fragile, you’ll get killed out there.” You scoffed “I never did before” a slap landed across your face and you took in a sharp breath. “Did I say fucking speak? No, I didn’t.” You looked up at him “I don’t want you. I want steven.” You said and Marc chuckled. “Why? You think he’s gonna treat you any softer? No, he’s fuming more the I am sweets. Oh and Jake? Don’t even get me started on how angry he is”

You swallowed thickly, you had fucked up and you had fucked up bad, worse then ever before. Marc’s hand gripped your waist tugging you to the edge of the bed. “You’d think us fucking you would get it in your head, guess not” Marc flipped you over onto your stomach,your sleep shirt bunching up under you.

“You’re our wife, we just want you safe” he said and you squirmed pulling yourself away from him. “Marc, I don’t want this” you said and flipped back onto your back. Marc shut his eyes and got quite for a minute, a sign he was switching, fuck fuck fuck don’t be Jake, don’t be Jake, don’t be Jake.

It wasn’t, you were met with the soft eyes of your husband, your true husband. The one you met and fell in love with, steven. You weren’t thankful for long when his eyes dropped the kindness in them as he looked at you.

“Why’re you trying so hard to disobey us? Huh? Do we not make you happy?” He sat down on the bed and you scrambled to get on your knees. You sat on them behind him, your hand touching his shoulder “no, that’s not it at all!” “Then why’re you being so, defiant.”

This happened every few months, somehow you’d end up back to where you were okay with being his housewife. You knew what happens, the three of them torture you until your numb and can’t think properly. Not letting you cum, refusing it actually.

Steven,it would always start with steven. He’d tie you up or handcuff your hands together. He’d eat you out like his life depended on it, always so harsh and fast but fuck it always felt so good. He’d bring you to your peak over and over but never let you fall from it, keeping you so close to the edge.

“You don’t get to cum, you’ve been bad”

“Fucking slut, thinking you could actually make it out there? Not after all this”

He’d make you feel like he was right, hell all it took was stevens voice dropping for you to feel your heart turn. You were so weak.

Then though, then would come marc, it didnt matter how many times steven refused you marc would triple that number. It was so much worse though, he’d fuck you slow at first, taking care of you making you think he’d be the soft one. He wasn’t, he’d manhandle you, throw you around the bed Fucking you in any way he wanted. Bringing you to painful peak after peak, you could beg till your voice gave out and he’d still not let you cum.

“So fucking weak, look at you fucking crying over this, it’s Fucking pathetic”

“So desperate, you think you could ever be something more then ours? What a dumb thought”

Marc was harsh and cruel, he’d make you feel tiny, small, like you were worth nothing.

But the worst was Jake, Jake fucking lockley, the bastard. As soon as he’d switch in you’d know you were gonna be in even more pain. Jake wasn’t like your other two, he’d let you cum but he’d be damned if you stopped. Make you cum over and over and over and over again, painful is what it was, it hurt worse then being denied being forced to cum until your brain physically stopped working. You couldn’t form words, not even a simple ‘stop’ you were broken completely dumb.

“See, you’re just a dumb baby, you couldn’t do anything right out there”

“So Fucking dumb on daddy’s cock, can’t even think can you? How do you expect to be someone, Awh princessa you’re so fucking stupid”

Jake was the cherry on top, making you feel dumber then a baby. Making you think maybe they were all just right you were too weak,too small, too dumb.

You shifted onto stevens lap and held his face “because I wanna help do something, be something good.” Steven grumbled “you’re good, you’re good for us.” You sighed “I wanna be more then that.”

Steven shifted you and you gasped when your clit made contact with his thigh. Steven smiled at you his hands gripping your waist “oh? Did that feel good?” He asked and you swallowed thickly. “No.” You denied knowing that if he started this, you’d be back in the position you always were.

“Then you won’t mind if I just…” he trailed off and began bouncing his thigh you whine your head falling to his shoulder. “Poor thing, how could I have been so clueless. This is what you needed huh? This is why you’ve been so defiant? It’s been awhile since you’ve been properly fucked.” You shook your head “no..not…it’s not true” you said and steven stopped his thigh.

You lifted your head and looked at him “what? You said no” he explained and you shivered. You slowly bucked your hips against his thigh. “Mmm, that’s what I thought.” He said helping you move your hips. “Look at you, see? Don’t you see that this is all it takes for you to become desperate. You’re too weak baby” you moaned out “daddy…oh fuck” you whimpered.

“You just need to let us think for you baby? Okay? Your brain is so jumbled you just don’t understand” you nodded as he kept your hips moving. “You’re so good, cmon baby just say you’ll stop trying, you just need to stay here and be our sweet little wife.” You whimpered and shook your head. “Hmm? No? Well then I guess I should let Jake out” you shook your head faster “n-no” you whined.

“Then Fucking say it you bitch. Say it. Say you’ll stop trying, you’ll stay here and be good for us.” You swallowed choking back your own moans “I-I’ll stay…I’ll be good for daddy” steven hummed happy with your response. “That’s a good little wife, fucking perfect” he said bringing your lips to his in a sloppy kiss.

You don’t remember much of the next events but when you finally came back to reality jake was behind you fucking into you roughly. You could feel the pain of each thrust and whined slumping back against the bed.

“you’ve come back to me aye?” You sighed you felt so full, not just from his cock but from the copious amount of cum you were sure was inside you. Your nipples were raw from being sucked on and bit, your clit hurt along with your sides and you felt so tired.

“you can give me another.” Jake said and you shook your head “I wasn’t asking.” He explained his thrusts only picking up that much more. “Daddy!” Was all you could manage to say. His thrusts slowed, arms wrapping around you as he sat back pulling you into his lap.

“Steven…” you sighed as those pretty eyes stared up into you. “You look so beautiful, look at you bulging with my babies, fucking hell” he huffed his hand running over your stomach. “Hurts” you whined and Steven smiled “don’t worry I’ll help baby” he slipped out of you and you gasped and the flood of liquid that left you, with nothing blocking it their cum flooded out of you.

Steven watched with amazement as he pressed on the bulge of your stomach more seeping out onto his thighs and down yours.

“Holy fuck, look at what a mess you are love,it’s just not stopping is it?” You trembled and whined shifting to sink back down onto him the most disgusting squelch sounded and it had you both moaning. “Gonna fill you up again love, don’t worry” you nodded as he began thrusting into your already abused cunt.

“This is what you need, just keep your cunt full of us, that’s what a good wife does” you shivered and nodded. “Gonna be so good, I know you will baby, we’ll make sure you stay in line love, don’t gotta think about another thing.” He assured you his lips licking up the sweat on your neck.

#fem reader #steven grant x marc spector #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x steven grant #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #jake lockely x you #jake lockley #jake lockley x you #moon knight #marc spector smut #steven grant smut #jake lockley smut

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blushnik · 2 years

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Day 9 – “Mirror”

That's Marc in the mirror, could be Jake too.. But who put that handprint on Steven's butt? We'll never know...

(i know I said it’ll be sketches for mktober but i REALLY wanted to color this for that pinup vibe!)

#moon knight #moonknightober2022 #mktober2022 #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x steven grant #marcsteven #moon knight fanart #marvel fanart #inktober #myart #blushnik

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traveller-of-the-knight · 10 months

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(not my art)

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mandofury · 2 years

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Marc: Moon looks gorgeous, doesn’t it?

Jake: *looking at Marc* Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful?

Marc and Jake in unison: *sighs* Steven

#moon knight #moon knight incorrect quotes #marcstevenjake #marcsteven #marcjake #stevenjake #marc/steven #marc x steven #marc spector x steven grant #marvel incorrect quotes #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #mcu #marvel #marvel ships #oscar isaac

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ostara-x · 2 years

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THIS SCENE 🥺❤️

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #marvel #jake lockley #moon knight series #moonknight #moon knight ep6 #moon knight finale #I'M CRYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG #marc x steven #marcsteven #steven grant x marc spector #marc spector x steven grant #grantspector

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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Marc X Steven - Random Horny Thots #1 - Filthy Little Boy

NSFW - DUB-CON WARNING

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Steven wakes up in the dead of night, still in his bed, to the feeling of someone behind him, pulling his pants down around his thighs. He starts to protest but he feels a large hand wrap over his mouth. He whimpers into the fingers of this unknown assailant.

“Don’t play coy Steven, I see the way you look in the mirror when you know I’m watching.”

It’s Marc.

That means they’re in the headspace, but this was new. Marc’s never done anything like this before. Steven feels the prod of Marc’s erection against his rear, but more than that, he feels Marc’s free hand snake around his waist to grab Steven’s cock in a caged fist. Steven breathes heavily into Marc’s palm.

“Leaking so much already, my needy boy. Just relax Steven, it’ll feel better if you just relax for me baby.”

Steven tries to relax, and when he does he can feel Marc’s thick length glide into his never penetrated entrance. Steven cries out in surprise. It’s painful, the stretch of his tight hole around the man’s girth, but once he lets the tension go, and he lets out a deep exhale, he can start to feel the pleasure of Marc’s evenly paced hand over his own erection while moving his length deeper inside.

“That’s it baby boy, let me take good care of you. I know exactly how you like it.” Marc’s tone is gruff and almost dark. “I see you peeking over at the mirror while you jerk yourself off every fucking night. You think I didn’t notice what a little tease you were being?”

Marc snaps his hips forward and Steven moans deeply. He’s never felt so full in all his life. Steven’s watering eyes roll back in his head while Marc fucks him harder. Marc was right, Steven had secretly been fisting his own release in the hopes that Marc might see him and would do something like this, but Steven wasn’t brave enough to just ask for it.

“You’re drooling so fucking much,” Marc took his hand off Steven’s mouth and grabbed his hair, tugging his head back. “Such a pathetic little boy you are. Can’t even ask me to fuck you. You’re so hard for me, so needy—fuck.”

Marc leans in and kisses Steven, moaning deep into his alter’s mouth. Steven groans in response. His eyes close but then snap back open when he feels Marc tug on his dark locks.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me while you coat my fingers Steven,” Marc’s hips start moving unevenly, “f-fuck you’re tight Steven, oh I’m gonna fill this little hole, nothing you can do about it…fuck it’s so good.”

“M-Marc, oh god, you’re so big I—I can’t handle anymore…gonna explode if you come in me!” Steven cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain as the man behind him starts slamming faster.

“Good, hope you’re so full of me that your tummy can’t take it…I want you crying on this cock Steven, f-fuck!”

Marc’s hips stop and he starts pumping Steven full of his hot cum, coating his walls and filling him to the brim. Steven couldn’t even utter a single word, his voice just a mess of raspy whines as he spills over Marc’s caged fingers. Marc brings his messy hand up to Steven’s mouth when he’s finished emptying into Marc’s palm.

He pries Steven’s lips open with his cum soaked fingers and slides them inside, “clean up this fucking mess you made, you filthy little boy.”

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mad-as-a-box-of-frogs · 2 years

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I don’t know if you can hear me. From the moment you arrived, way back then, we were so young. You saved me. I survived because I knew I wasn’t alone. You were always there, alive, full of hope. And I tried to protect that, and I failed. I couldn’t protect you. But you didn’t abandon me. You didn’t abandon me. And although that field back there was looking - it was looking pretty good . . . There’s no way in hell I’m gonna abandon you.

Gods and Monsters: Marcsteven in Every Episode [6/6]

Bonus:

#Marcsteven #marveledit #moon knight #moonknightedit #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x steven grant #steven grant x marc spector #(this took forever because I kept changing my mind on what I wanted to do)#anyway hopefully this doesn't look too random #Fellas is it gay to give up an eternity of peace for your alter?#fellas is it gay to place your literal heart in his hand #ready to be frozen together in the afterlife #fellas is it gay to be brought back to life by your alter and look at him like he's your entire world

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stevengrant-my-beloved · 2 years

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(booty so big) lord have mercy [18+]

Steven Grant x f!Reader x Marc Spector

Rating: Explicit

(gif is my own, idk this was the best one i could find that shows off the goods, like look at the curve jfc)

summary: steven and marc have a great ass and you’re obsessed with it. y’all have a bunch of fun, sexy times. that’s it (this fic is post ep 6 but i did take some creative liberties)

warnings: just detailed descriptions of various sexual scenarios, but also, it’s wholesome? fingering (both vaginal and anal), oral (f receiving, maybe also m idk if it counts), sex (vaginal and anal), pegging (obviously), body worship (that’s like the main one), semi public sex, unprotected sex

word count: 3.7k

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“Mornin’ babe…” you mumble into the sheets, arm reaching out to drape over the body lying next to you.

You’re greeted with a rough American accent, grumbling about it being too early to wake up, before you’re pulled close and two thick arms wrap around you, effectively crushing you against Marc’s chest.

You wiggle around in his hold just enough to free your arms and bring them to his back, rubbing at the tense muscles there. Marc relaxes a bit, moving to rest his head in the nook of your shoulder. You continue kneading the muscles on his back, his shoulders, slowly moving lower until your fingers are pressing into his lower back.

You trace idle patterns on the skin there, ever so slightly dipping your fingers into the waistband of his black boxers before-

“Fucking hell [Y/N]-“ Marc groans, scraping his teeth against your shoulder as you grab his ass under his boxers, squeezing his cheeks and humming at how round and full they feel in your hands.

What a lovely start to the morning.

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Steven drops a pinch of fish food into the fish tank, talking to the little goldfish (Gus 2.0 and their new addition, Goldie) and occasionally Marc. It seemed like he had more control of the body today, and he’d decided to go about sorting through his books and cleaning up the place a little.

You were working on one of your projects, putting together some documents, looking up every once in a while, to watch Steven go about his day, mumbling under his breath as he marked sections in different books. It brought a smile to your face, seeing them happy, seeing Steven and Marc at ease now that they were free from being Khonshu’s avatar.

Steven moved around the apartment, crossing over to the kitchen to grab a snack and as he made his way back to his desk, your hand shot out and smacked his ass, the resounding clap drowning out Steven’s cute little gasp.

“W-what was that for?” he exclaimed, turning to face you with wide eyes. His cheeks were flaming red and he squirmed as your hand groped his ass cheek before you moved it up to grab his hip and pull him close to you. You looked up from your laptop screen with a mischievous smile, chuckling as Steven rolled his eyes. You tilt you head up a little more, puckering your lips in a silent request, and Steven smiles as he leans down and pecks you softly. You try to deepen the kiss but he pulls aways and fixes you with a look.

“Don’t you have work to do?”

“Ugh, yeah, but it’s boring!” you groan. “I’d much rather be doing you,” you say, waggling your eyebrows.

Steven blinks, before erupting into laughter. He’s leaning against you now, and his voice quiets down a little. He mumbles under his breath and you hold him as you watch his head droop a little. A few seconds pass before his head shoots back up and you’re now faced with Marc, who’s staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

“That was so fucking bad [Y/N].”

“Yeah well, it’s the truth,” you say, before you both laugh, holding each other’s hands and squeezing them slightly.

You really love working at home.

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“Oh, hiya love!” Steven greets you as you walk into your apartment, waving excitedly from his spot on the bed, where he’d been reading.

“Hey…” you groan out, feeling the energy seep out of your bones the second you cross the threshold and drop your bag onto the couch.

It had been quite a tiring day at work, what with a new client dropping a project out of nowhere, leaving your department scrambling to make up for the loss. You’d already spent a sizeable amount of the assigned budget for this new project and to have them come out of nowhere and say they didn’t want to continue the project anymore was frustrating as hell.

Steven peered at you with concerned eyes as you slowly peeled off your coat and stripped down to your underwear before walking into the shower, shoulders slumped and head hanging low.

“She looks tired…”

Yeah, we gotta do something.

The two make their way into the bathroom, which was filled with steam. You were in the shower, hands braced against the wall as you let the hot water from the showerhead fall over you, the heat soothing your aching muscles a bit. At the sound of the bathroom door closing shut, you look up to see Steven undress, before squeezing himself into the shower and standing behind you, his hands settling on your hips to steady himself.

“Hi sweetheart…” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck and lightly massaging your hips. “Bad day at work?”

You scoff. “Yeah, just an all-round mess.” You turn around to face Steven before dropping your head down against his chest. The hot water rained down over the both of you, and you felt Steven move a little to grab the body wash, before lathering it up in his hands and scrubbing your back.

While his hands worked on cleaning you up, yours slowly crept down his back and over his ass, your fingers digging into the round cheeks. You lifted your head up and onto his shoulder, looking down at your own hands as they squeezed.

You could hear Steven panting, his warm breath washing over the skin of your shoulder. One of your fingers dips into the space between his ass cheeks, sliding over his puckered rim, which clenched slightly.

“Can I fuck you?” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “In here? Don’t wanna move to-“

“Gods yes, please-“ Steven groans, moving to kiss you, while you blindly reach over to grab the lube that Marc had decided to stash in the bathroom when he’d gotten a little too impatient that one time.

Neither of you was in any mood to draw this out. You were tired from your long day at work and Steven and Marc had already had their own little fun time when you’d been at work, so neither of you was going to last long.

You had Steven leaning against the shower wall, his back pressed against the wet tile and one of his feet resting against the little ledge on the side as you fingered him. One of his hands was moving furiously over his cock, while the other was situated between your legs. His fingers rubbed at your clit, the water and lube making everything so slippery but feel oh-so-good.

You curled the fingers inside him, trying to find that spot inside him that made him sing, and it didn’t take long until your fingers were pressing right over that bundle of nerves, over and over, meanwhile, Steven’s fingers continued laving attention on your pussy, switching between rubbing circles around your clit and dipping into you, feeling how wet you were.

You were vaguely aware of just how depraved it all sounded, your moans echoing in the shower, the slick sounds of your fingers in Steven, his fingers inside you, his hand moving over his cock, the occasional sound of skin slapping together, all made louder due to the water that dripped down on them.

It didn’t take long for Steven to spill onto his own hand, cum dribbling down, some of it getting washed down the drain. You weren’t that far behind, tensing as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You come around Steven’s fingers, clenching rhythmically around them, and even after you come down from your high, his fingers continue to move inside you, feeling the wetness, before bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.

You moan, slipping your fingers out of him and kneeling in front of him, licking at the remnants of his spend that dripped down his cock and his thighs, before reaching back to squeeze his ass again.

“Your ass just made my day less sucky.”

Steven shook his head and laughed, before helping you back up on your feet. He spent the next few minutes cleaning the two of you up, relaying messages to and from Marc, while you vented about your day.

Eventually, you moved to the bed, where you snuggled close to Marc, who’d fronted at some point between your walk to the bedroom. He wrapped himself around you, letting his weight press you down against the bed just the way you liked it, and pretty soon, you were fast asleep, one arm spread out beside you, while the other stayed wrapped around Marc as your hand stayed on his ass.

You really loved that ass.

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“Oh fuck, Marc, please- oh my god-“

You craned your neck down to see Marc resurface from his spot between your legs, his lips and chin glistening. He smirked as one of his hands reached up to intertwine your fingers together, before dropping his head back down to lick at you core, his tongue moving all over you.

Your free hand moved towards his head, your fingers grabbing his curls in what must have been a painful grip, as Marc ate you out. The sounds that filled the air were absolutely obscene as he swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking your pussy lips into his mouth, making your back arch off the desk that he’d pushed you on top of earlier.

You were in one of the empty conference rooms in your office. It was after work hours, so the only people in the building were the night guards and a few people that worked for the other companies that shared the building. When you’d told Marc that you had to stay back at work to finish up some stuff, and that everyone else had left, he’d wasted no time in showing up under the pretense of accompanying you back home so you wouldn’t have to be alone so late at night.

That had been an hour ago. He’d watched you work for a bit, sorting through some files and what not, and when you’d announced that you were done and ready to leave, he’d stalked over to you with that smirk of his and pulled you into the closest conference room, before pushing you down onto the table and pulling off your slacks and your panties along with them.

“Marc…” you whimper, the grip you have on his hair tightening as he smiles against your core. You want to tell him you want him, that you need him to fuck you, but it’s getting harder to form words in your mouth and all you can do is moan and squeeze your thighs around his head.

After what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes, Marc stands back up on his feet, his hands dragging up over your legs and thighs, squeezing them lightly as he moves to stand between your hips. You can see the clear outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans, and before you can focus on anything else, he’s unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down just enough to free that giant cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Marc looked like a mess, his hair standing up from the way you’d grabbed it earlier, and his face was flushed red and wet from the nose down. He looked so fucking sexy it made you want to scream. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the table, before licking his fingers and rubbing your pussy, making sure you were still wet enough to take him.

You hooked your legs around his hips as he slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out and filling you up, making you quiver and moan out loud. Marc licked his lips, before grabbing your hips and thrusting deep into you, smiling with satisfaction as he watched you grip the edge of the table.

Everything was a blur after that. Marc set a punishing pace as he fucked you hard and deep, making you clench around his cock. At some point he’d pushed your shirt and bra up to expose your breasts, and he’d taken the time to leave hickies all over them, biting and sucking at the skin harshly before soothing it with gentle licks.

You mouthed at his neck, biting at the thick vein as he continued fucking into you, when you felt his head drop against your shoulder. His hips continued thrusting back and forth, stuttering every now and then when you clenched around him.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe we’re doing this at your work, this is insane,” Steven whispered right against your ear, before standing up straight, pulling you up with him. Your hands instantly moved into his pants and grabbed his ass, urging him to thrust deeper into you, licking up his neck and sucking on the spot behind his ear that you know will get him to move faster.

“Steven, fuck- oh, right there, baby, please- where’s- where’s Marc?”

“I’m here, we’re here-“

“We’re both here.”

They sounded drowsy and you feel their hips falter against yours, slowing down and speeding up at random. Steven and Marc were both trying to chase down their orgasm, and you were holding on for dear life, your nails digging into the skin of his ass cheeks. You were so fucking close, but it still wasn’t enough, so you keep grinding your hips against theirs until-

“I’m cumming- oh my fucking god- fuck-“ you scream, feet digging into Steven and Marc’s lower back, holding them in place as you gush around their cock. You slumped against the body holding you close, arms wrapped tight around you as the cock inside you pulsed, and suddenly you were being filled with thick, hot cum.

“Fuck that was good…” Marc whispered as his hips stuttered, and you both feel the cum inside you leaking out from where you’re still joined.

You stay like that for a bit, foreheads pressed together as you come down from the high of your shared orgasm. A quick look to the left has you gasping because good lord, it was so late and you still had work tomorrow.

“Okay we need to leave-“

“Not without cleaning up!” Steven exclaimed, pointing at the mess on the table and down on the tiled floor.

You make quick work of cleaning yourselves (and the office, which you make sure to lock up) before quietly leaving, your hand in Steven’s back pocket, and his arm slung around your shoulder as you walk out the front door, avoiding the gaze of the nightguards.

“We…we actually shagged in your office-“ Steven whispered excitedly. “That was-“

“Fucking awesome, I know,” you say with a toothy smile as you pat his ass. “Next time, bring a condom so we can avoid the mess.”

“Oh hell yeah,” Marc whispered, leaning over to kiss you, biting your lip lightly, like a promise.

“Next time?” Steven looked scandalized, like he hadn’t just had semi-public sex a few minutes ago.

“You know what? Maybe next time we should hit the museum. Steven, you know any good spots in there where we could fuck?”

You giggle as Marc and Steven bicker back and forth, Steven appalled at the possibility of being caught and being fired again and Marc having fun teasing their shy, adorable boyfriend.

These boys were going to be the death of you.

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You loved the weekends. Two whole days where you and your boyfriends got to just kick back and relax, catch up on some TV shows, lounge around in your underwear, and just enjoy each other’s’ company.

You find every opportunity you can to smack that delicious round ass of theirs, watching it jiggle, delighting in the way Steven gasps and blushes, or the way Marc leans in to the touch, grunting softly before pulling you towards him and kissing you.

Sometimes you’ll sidle up behind them and grind your hips against their ass, and Marc or Steven will whisper ever so softly if you could fuck them, and you pretty much live for those moments.

So here you are now, kneeling on the bed facing Steven, who’s laying face down on the bed with his ass high in the air while you finger him open, watching the way his hole stretches around your fingers. You’re already strapped up, the harness digging ever-so-slightly into your hips and the big, veiny dildo hanging from the front, which you grind against Steven, watching his skin erupt in goosebumps.

You continue fingering him, listening to him groan against the sheets as he fists them. From time-to-time, you hear Marc’s moans mixed in there too, telling you to hurry up and just put it in already.

You opt to ignore his urges, because the dildo is a little big and even though they’d used it before, you don’t want to risk hurting them, so you take your time stretching them out.

“[Y/N], please…” Steven whispered so sweetly, turning his head slightly to look at you with those pleading eyes and who were you to deny him anything?

Your pull your fingers out of his hole, before quickly applying a generous amount of lube over the dildo. You lean closer towards Steven, rubbing the lubed-up dildo against his hole, watching it clench around nothing.

“Hey babe? I wanna try something…” you hum, pushing the head of the dildo into his hole slowly and watching it stretch around the formidable girth.

“What- fuck, what did you have in mind?”

“Wanna see if you can come with just this. You think you can do that?”

“[Y/N]…” Steven groaned, feeling the head of the dildo push into him fully, waiting for the rest of it to fill his insides.

You lick your lips, feeling the temperature around you rise a little. “You didn’t answer the question baby.”

“I’ll try, please- please just fuck me.”

“Alright darling, I got you.”

You slowly thrust into him, watching the rest of the dildo disappear into him, and you both groan as you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against his ass.

“Remember, you can’t touch your cock yeah? Want to make you cum just using your ass.”

“Good lord [Y/N], please-“

And without much warning, you pull almost all the way back before thrusting back into him. Your thrusts are pretty hard and deep and you relish in the way Steven’s ass jiggles when your hips smack against him at every thrust.

You really, really, love that ass.

Seemingly on autopilot, you bring a palm up to your mouth, licking it, before raising it up over Steven’s ass, and smacking it down onto his right ass cheek, hard, watching the skin redden.

You still for a moment, keeping an eye out for Steven’s reaction, but it turns out you don’t have much to worry about because he moans really loud, his back dipping even lower down onto the bed.

“Oh gods, do that again, please-“

“Fuck, you like that baby?” you ask, fucking him with shallow thrusts as you grope his ass. You watch him nod against the sheets, and so you decide to give him what he wants.

With every few thrusts of your strap-on pressed into him, you’d raise you arm and smack him on his ass, alternating between hitting his right and left ass cheek. You switch from deep, hard thrusts to fast, shallow ones, hoping to find his prostate, and when you did, Steven cried out, thrusting his hips back against you and sobbing as he urged you to go faster.

You could tell he was close, and a quick look down at the sheets between his legs confirmed it. His cock had leaked profusely down onto the sheets, leaving a giant stain of precum. And all without touching his cock.

“You close?” you mumbled, biting your lip as you tried to keep up a consistent pace, but watching Steven fall apart, all because of you had you feeling light-headed.

Marc was the one who answered. “Yeah- fuck, we are, keep going, please- [Y/N], please-“

His words were a little slurred, and you hear Steven chiming in, adding his own set of pleas, so you fuck into them, sweat dripping from your forehead at the exertion. It’s like you’ve got tunnel vision, the only thing that mattered in that moment was giving your boyfriends what they wanted, you wanted to make them feel good, you loved that you could make them come undone, and one a particularly hard thrust, you raise both your palms, licking them to make them wet and cool, before smacking their ass cheeks in succession, left, right, left, watching the skin flush red, and before you know it, they’re coming, groaning out profanities, still pushing back against the strap-on as they chase their orgasm.

You watch them with amusement, wiping the sweat from your forehead and pushing back the hair that had fallen over your eyes. Steven had slumped down onto the bed, wincing when he felt his precum smear against his stomach. The dildo had slipped out from him, making a squelching noise from all the lube.

You straddle the back of his legs and spread his ass cheeks, watching his gaping hole try and clench around the air, and because you were a little tease, you dipped two fingers in, thrusting in and out slowly just to watch him squirm from the overstimulation.

And just for good measure, you smack his ass again, before bending down to press a few quick kisses to the red skin, feeling the warmth, and you snicker as a weak moan reaches your ear.

“I get it, you love my arse,” Steven grumbles, drowsiness evident in his voice.

“Hell yeah I do.”

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i tried to be a little more accurate with the DID representation, consulted videos from systems online to best portray co-consciousness and switching, but please let me know if there's anything that feels wrong in my writing. i want to be as respectful about this as possible, but know that if i did something inaccurately it was not my intention. i am open to constructive criticism and i hope you enjoyed the fic :]

#m writes #moon knight fic #marc spector x steven grant #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector fic #steven grant fic #marc spector smut #steven grant smut

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