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hoedamn-eron · 8 months

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oscar isaac characters with an s/o who subtly paints the furniture

Saw this on Insta and thought it was really cute so have some blurbs 😊

If there is any I have missed that you would like to see, let me know (but bear in mind I have not seen all of Oscar's performances so may turn some down!)

Steven Grant

Once he saw it, he was confused as to where it came from, because he doesn't remember it being there before

But then he catches you painting another flower on the skirting board one slow Sunday afternoon

Thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen

It brings a bit of brightness into the flat

When he approaches you about it you’re immediately apologising since you actually only spend half your time at the flat

“Don’t be silly, I want to know if I can join you?”

Marc Spector

Noticed at the same time as Steven

Was also confused because he couldn't remember if it was there before or not

Feels like he's losing the plot a little because more small paintings keep popping up but he isn't sure where they're coming from

Finally notices it's you when you've left your paints out on the coffee table one afternoon when you've had to rush to work

And it all just clicks in his mind

Goes out and buys you all the paint you want because he wants all your artwork on the walls

Jake Lockley

Honestly, he spotted you the first time you did it, like immediately

Loves that you do it, thinks it's cute

But he also thinks it hilarious to add onto your artwork and not tell you

So much so that you think you're losing the plot, because "you do not remember painting a duck with those flowers?"

He plays ignorant, obviously

But you catch him one day painting and wordlessly join him

Now it's become a weekly thing you do together

Llewyn Davis

Poor baby doesn't have furniture

But he crashes as yours quite a bit and he's noticed the small pieces dotted around your apartment

He likes them, he thinks they're cute

He was out auditioning one night when he noticed his guitar, there was a bunch of daisies painted on the back

His guitar is his pride and joy, and if it were anyone else he'd be fuming

But he's not

He feels warm, like a piece of you is with him wherever he goes

Now every gig he does, he comes to you, and asks you to do another painting, "for luck"

Blue Jones

This one is a bit risky

Because there isn't an awful lot of recreation in the asylum, so you bribed some orderlies to get you some paint

And you got a total of three colours, but that's fine, you can make it work

Brings a bit of brightness to the asylum, since everything is grey

Blue is pissed and wants to know who is doing them

You, somehow, manage to break into Blue's office and - essentially - throw up a middle finger at him, and do a bunch of paintings around his office, in really obvious places

He catches you in the act since he comes back from lunch early

You're fucked

He has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing at each painting in his office, then he puts you in solitary for two weeks and has your paints disposed of

However, he notices a small painting of lavender under his desk that was missed in the clean up

He keeps it there

Nathan Bateman

You wouldn't dare, his coffee table alone costs more than your rent does in a year

Richard Alonso Muñoz

You already have your paintings up in the house so he loves whatever artwork you do

Honestly, I don't think you'd hide it from Richard, he probably told you to go nuts when you moved in

Takes photos of your work all the time to show his buddies at the prison

Some of the prisoners have asked if you can come in and do an art class for them, which you are happy to do on a weekend when you have more free time

Richard has put in the request but it hasn't been approved yet

Richard starts buying the seeds/bulbs for flowers you paint, to go in the front garden

Learns all about them in books, and how to take care of them

Now and then requests you to paint a flower he's seen in said books

Poe Dameron

Like Blue, gets confused on who is painting across the base, but obviously isn't pissed about it

Gets seriously confused when he finds one of the paintings in his personal room

He asks BB-8 but he hasn't a clue either

Until one day, BB-8 comes to Poe with a small little painting of Poe, of all things, on him

But BB-8 is so amused about it that he doesn't tell Poe

He catches you when you're painting something on his X-Wing

Scares the living daylights out of you when he calls you and asks what you're doing

You apologise, and tell him you'll take it off as soon as

But he tells you not to bother, because it's a - albeit crude because of the size - little portrait of you, and him, and BB-8

He refuses to wash it off and if it ever fades, instantly asks you to redo it

When you get married, he paints on wedding rings

Santiago Garcia

You're his roommate since you worked together in the forces

He had no idea you could paint

Strangely doesn't catch you for the longest time

He thinks it's Benny playing a trick on him, or Frankie

Grills them for the longest time until you finally admit it was you

You tell him it helps with the nightmares, that it calms your mind

After that, Santi doesn't bother you with it

When he sees you painting on his dining table leg, he makes you a coffee and just sits next to you and watches silently

Now every time you tell him you're going to paint, he comes and just sits, watching you

It's therapeutic for you both

#headcanons #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #nathan bateman x reader #blue jones x reader #llewyn davis x reader #Richard Alonso Muñoz x reader #santiago garcia x reader #poe dameron x reader

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adelphenium · 4 months

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this week's assortment of Guys

#auston's wrist is teeny tiny and his hat is ginormous but it's funny so i'll leave it be x)#th. the quality though .... ah well #nolan patrick #auston matthews #nathan mackinnon #claude giroux #marc andre fleury #hockey art #yjart #trad art #trad scan

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ivystoryweaver · 3 months

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🌿IvyStoryUpdates Jan. 25

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Newsflash still obsessed

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Happy new year! Almost 3 months since my last one of these! I wrote so much in Nov. and Dec. for my 1000 Follower/Holiday Celebration that my brain shut off for a month. (That event is still OPEN, btw!)

I've been writing, but nothing has been quite ready to post. I've also been reading some amazing fics! (I'm gonna do my first rec list soon).

Posting this weekend:

The Only One - A Poe Dameron Story 🚀 Episode 5 - UPDATED 💫 5/10ish Episodes completed

On My Knees - Part 3 of 3 - UPDATED (Steven Grant x f!reader) 18+ The sequel no one asked for. You're Steven's boss and the two of you aren't exactly keeping things professional at work. Not that you're complaining.

Previous parts, if you're interested:

"On My Knees" Part 1 (fluff, can be read alone, without part 2) 1.2k words "On My Knees" Part 2 (nsfw, continues from part 1) 2.1k words || 18+

In Progress but not quite ready:

Perfect Fit (Nathan Bateman) 18+ 🤖 1/2 Parts completed

Decadent: A Miguel O'Hara Story 18+ 🕷️ Up next: Chapter 13 - An accident in the lab! 🕸️ 12/14 Chapters completed

Spectre: A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story 👻 Up next: Event #9: Little Shop of Horrors 🎃 8/11ish Events completed

It's the Most Wonderful Time of The Year (Poe Dameron) Life Day fic

Working on asks as always.....

I promise I have all your asks

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My current WIP list

Updates blog - @ivystoryupdates

Reader blog - @ivystoryreader

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Askbox always open 📥

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runa-falls · 10 months

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recent reads - june '23

here's my june[-ish] reading list!!

i'm trying out the monthly reading thing because i want to keep track of the fics i read and want all of you to check them out too :))

if you enjoy these fics make sure to reblog and comment to show your support for the writers!

ngl, most of these are NSFW [18+ MDNI], so please be cautious of the types of fics you choose to read!

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key: (*) nsfw | (**) dark | (~) angst | (^) fluff

miguel o’hara

use me* - @inklore

touch-a, touch-a, touch me* - @dimepdf

the waiting game^ and paper flowers^ - @luveline

monster** - @writefightandflightclub

moon knight

nights~ (marc) - @leoluved

dream walking** and dream world** (marc ft. steven) - @mewhenimsad

lose something, babe~ (marc ft. steven) - @moonknightly

steven is a gentle lover; until he isn’t* (steven obvi) - @writefightandflightclub

nathan bateman

old fashioned* and well deserved* - @leoluved

three years*^~ [series] - @youvebeenlivingfictional

joel miller

voyeurism ask* - @velvetmud-h0e

dieter bravo

funny girl*^~ [series] - @radiowallet

frank castle

it ain’t me* - sophierosina (ao3)

bodyguard!frank x reader^~ [series] - @chvoswxtch

i wanna be yours*^ - @grippingbeskar

michael berzatto

afternoon delight* and something crazy*- @darlingshane

the only exception*^ - @cinewhore

bucky barnes

bumblebees and honeybees^ - @venusstorm

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oscarisaacsspit · 1 year

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lyrune · 2 years

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Marc, looking at Nathaniel with a lovingly smile: He is so cute

Alix, seeing Nathaniel who sleep in a weird position: ehm, okay?

Alix, internally: Weird

#Marc #marc anciel #marc and nathaniel #nathaniel kurtzberg #nathmarc #marc x nathaneal #marcnath #marcanciel #marc x nathaniel #marcthaniel #nathaniel x marc #marc x nathaniel '#alix kubdel #mlb incorrect quotes #mlb #incorrect quotes #incorrect miraculous ladybug quotes

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eyelessfaces · 1 year

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I did a thing

joining llewyn santi and jake on this one

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ofstarsandvibranium · 1 year

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My You-niverse: Nathan Bateman

Fandom: Oscar Isaac

Pairing: Nathan Bateman x F!Reader

Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.

Warning: allusion to sex, also kinda cheating??

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Once Nathan is out of the room, you stand from the desk you apparently fell asleep at. You look around and you don't see America anywhere and that worries you...a lot.

You stand, stretching out your arms above your head and let out a groan. Your body is sore. Does this universe's version of you sit at a desk all day?

You look around the room to see it very modern yet plain. There are few knick knacks that you seem to have brought. Pictures of you and your family...well the family you had in this universe. Some little trinkets and artwork here and there. Besides that the room was pretty bare.

You hear the whirring of a blender and you exit the room to follow the sound. When you head towards the kitchen, you see Nathan there. He's blending something into a green mush while eating a banana.

You stare at him while he's scrolling through his phone. This version of Marc is very different than the previous ones you've met. Not only physically, but personality as well.

"The fuck are you staring at?" Nathan mumbles as he sips his smoothie.

You avert your gaze and look around your setting, "Oh, uh, nothing. Just thinking."

Nathan hums, "Well, you can think while you finish that transcript."

You scoff and cross your arms over your chest, "Why're you such an ass?"

Nathan scoffs back, "You act as if this is something new to you."

"It's not. I'm just wondering why you're such an ass."

He snorts, "You don't get anywhere being a softie, sweetheart."

You hum and give a shrug, "I just find it ironic that for a guy trying to create AI with human thoughts and feelings, you sure don't like to have any of them yourself." You turn on your heel and head back to your...office?

Once you shut the door, you sit at the desk and throw your head into your hands, "How the fuck do I get out of here now?"

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"Y/N?!" America wakes up to see Wong and Stephen by her bedside.

"America, calm down." Stephen says, "You need to rest."

"H-How...?" she looks around and sees she's in her own room at the Avengers Compound, "Am-Am I home?"

Wong nods, "Yes. You somehow ended up back here, but-"

"-but Y/N didn't come back with you. We don't know why, but now we have to find her."

"I want to help! This is my fault, I have to find her. I owe Marc that."

Wong and Stephen shake their heads, "You're too weak. All of that universe traveling took a lot out of you. It's been three days since you've come back and you're just now waking up."

"Three days?!" the young Avenger shouts.

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You're pacing your room murmuring to yourself, "It's been three days and nothing's happened. I don't know if this is good or bad."

You continue to mumble and pace, not knowing that Nathan was resting against the threshold of your room, watching you. You jolt when he speaks, "What's got your panties in a twist?"

You roll your eyes and turn away from him, "None of your business."

"You need to get fucked. Literally."

You whip your head towards him, eyes wide and jaw to the floor, "Excuse me?!"

Nathan continues to look nonchalant as he doubles down, "You're stressed and worried and it's distracting. I can't get shit done with you like this. You need to loosen up and a good fucking will probably help with that."

You scoff, "In your dreams, Bateman."

"Speaking of dreams, who's this Marc you keep mumbling about in your sleep?"

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "I talk in my sleep?"

"You've done it in the past, but usually nonsense. But not this time. Who's Marc and why are you dreaming about him?"

The questioning makes you nervous for some reason, like it's wrong for you to dream about your husband. Only, he's not your husband, not in this universe anyway.

"No one," you answer, turning away from him, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him.

He stands chest to chest to you as he whispers, "I don't want you dreaming about anyone else, moaning anyone else's name, but mine. Got it?" the look in his eyes are possessive, lust filled. You've seen it before in Marc when you've riled him up. You can't help but shiver at the look. It has the same effect on you as it does with Marc.

Before you could stop yourself, you pull Nathan towards you. Your lips crash onto his and he's walking you backwards to your bed. You fall back, his body on top of yours. It's a familiar feeling. He feels like your husband, looks like your husband, but he's not. And yet, you don't stop yourself as he undresses you and slips inside of you.

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Both Wong and Stephen are using their magic to form a portal. Marc is pacing behind them, "So you two really expect me to just wait here until you come back with Y/N?"

"We don't know to expect, Marc. You just might complicate things further if you come with us."

Marc is silent and then Steven fronts, "What if she needs us? She's probably scared out of her mind." He sighs dejectedly, "We were supposed to protect her and we didn't."

Stephen straightens up and goes over to Steven. He gives the worried man a reassuring pat on the shoulder, "Listen, we'll do everything we can to get her back to your guys. Plus, you should probably talk to America. She thinks you all hate her for what happened."

Steven shakes his head, "It wasn't her fault."

"She thinks it is. Go talk to her. Maybe she can tell you how things went when she was with Y/N."

Steven nods, "Yeah...yeah, alright."

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You're naked and alone in bed. You groan to yourself and a heavy feeling fills your chest as soon as Nathan redresses and exits your room. You technically cheated on your husband, but he was a doppleganger of your husband so it doesn't really count, right?

"I'm so ready to go home already," you mumble and stare up at the ceiling, "Please, America, Wong, Stephen...anyone. Please get me back to Marc soon."

You turn onto your side and sigh. Maybe some sleep will help...

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When you wake, you immediately recognize that you're not in the same universe you fell asleep in.

"Oh what the hell?" you whisper and from the bathroom in walks another Not Marc. He has boxers on and a white undershirt. He tsks, "Now, now Mrs. Cooper. That's no way to talk, hm?" he bends down and kisses your head, "Morning, sweetheart. Why don't you get started on breakfast while I get ready for work hm?"

Oh God...what time period were you in now?

#nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman imagine #marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #f!reader #female!reader #fem!reader #marvel #marvel au

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campingwiththecharmings · 8 months

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*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in June, but that’s when I read them 😊

(thanks for your patience with this y'all, i'm so sorry it took so long to post. working on getting july and august recs out as well ❤️)

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

🔥For Your Entertainment (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (yes i'm rec-ing this again)

You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (i will rec this every time i read a new chapter, try and stop meeee)

🔥Clandestine (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Good Morning (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @whirlybirbs

🔥favor (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Rookie Mistake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥Never Before (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Moon Knight

🔥Prized Possession (Marc Spector x Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Best Kept Secrets - Marc's Story (dbf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kisses on your lovers lap (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

🔥Let Your Fingers to the Talking (Jake Lockley x F!Villain!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spoiled Rotten (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sprite: Savior (Marc Spector x forest nymph oc Nikini) - @spacecowboyhotch

Bubble Bath (Marc Spector x Reader) - @shewhohangsoutincemeteries

Domestic Fluff (Steven Grant x Housewife!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

Fluff and Kisses with Marc (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

Her Hair Reminds Me of a Warm, Safe Place (Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly) - @romanarose

🔥Forever Bittersweet (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Please (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥take it (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥apology (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥willing to give (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @graysonshaven

🔥take my breath (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh

🔥burrowed under my skin (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot

🔥Cállate (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Impatient (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Little Bug (Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Every You, Every Me (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @astroboots (i haven't finished this yet but i cannot recommend this fic enough)

🔥Soothe & Sleep (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Wandering Hands (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @loganlermanstanaccount

tousled, stubbled, tired (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Virgin!Miguel w/a huge cock and fucks both of u dumb (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax

🔥Take It All (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Make Me A Liar (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar

🔥coming home (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

Triple Frontier

Blurring Out (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Being Will's Girl Would Include (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

🔥Look What the Cat Dragged In (Santiago Garcia x F!Thief!Reader) - @missdictatorme

For Better, For Worse (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @bullet-prooflove

The Last of Us

To the Rescue (Pre-Outbreak!Joel x F!Reader) - @romanarose

Waffle House penance (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector

Sucker Punch

🔥Needy Little Thing (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

The Two Faces of January

🔥The Oxford Comma Series (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (will never stop rec-ing this fic ❤️)

Ex Machina

🔥heavenly praises (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥old fashioned (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥chase and pull (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

🔥indulge me (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.

**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know

#poe dameron x reader #rydal keener x reader #santiago garcia x reader #joel miller x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #din djarin x reader #blue jones x reader #nathan bateman x reader #will miller x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #marc spector x layla el faouly #marc spector x oc #fic rec

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dystopian-reverie · 2 years

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Title: Pretty, Pretty Doll

Rating: 18+ for smut, minors dni!

Warnings: p in v, oral (fem receiving), edging, brat taming, characters arguing a lot, fingers kink, choking, solo play, dom!Marc Spector, reader and Marc referring to the reader as a "fuck doll", not beta read, angst/comfort, fluff ingrained into some place I guess?

Summary: Marc comes back home from a mission and you help him let off some steam. A few days later, an argument breaks out between the two of you that leads to him showing you the weight of your own words.

You didn't know how late in the night it was when you were interrupted from stress working, a thing you've been doing a lot lately. You heard the apartment door unlock as you swiftly closed your laptop, all the unsaved work forgotten.

"Marc?" You hurried to hug the man who returned it back all too eagerly.

He shut the door behind him and wasted no time in collecting you in a warm embrace. Marc has been gone for nearly a week, yet another mission from the wretched old bird. Every single time he came back, it looked like he had lost a piece of him wherever he had gone to.

"God, I missed you so much, baby" He whispered, not showing any sign of letting go of the hug. His voice was flat, didn't have that usual tone of relief whenever you ran into his arms.

"Same here," You sighed, as you smiled into his shirt that smelled so much like- him, his "just got back from a mission" version. "Everything alright?" You asked, concerned at the lack of the usual pattern of him kissing you senseless as soon as he has you in his grasp.

Silence. You could only feel him shake his head. "What are you doing up so late?" He asked, as you both finally stepped away from each other. He carried his bag and threw it on the couch mindlessly, all eyes on you.

"Just working, you know. It's the only way I can take my mind off of, well, you. Whenever you're gone," You paused "I can't seem to stop worrying about you" You admitted, smiling to stop yourself from tearing up.

To say that you've been worried about Marc, Steven, and Jake whenever they were off doing the dirty job for Khonshu was an understatement. You knew that they had their suits, but you've been in this crazy world long enough to know that suits of armor and blind bravery can't save you from everything.

A sad smile spread across his face, as he opened his bag to bring out an entire bottle of whiskey and placed it on the table beside him.

"I suppose the mission, this time, was more draining than usual," He said as you made your way to him. "Couldn't get the asshole the first time I went after him, it was one mistake, but before I could get to him again, he-" He paused, shaking his head. You could clearly see the passive frustration engulfing his entire mind. "He had killed someone else". He looked back at you.

You listened to him, your brows knit together the whole time. He was a man who had seen the most twisted and rotten things in his life, felt them, and fought against them. It still surprised you to think that it was you he decided to let in.

The moment your hands met his cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned against you, pulling you in closer till you had to re-adjust and sit on his lap.

"What can I do to make it better?" You asked, your voice no more than a mere whisper.

Talking about it wasn't really Marc's thing, at least not right after he just reached home. He knew that you knew it by now.

Those eyes. Those damn eyes that enticed you every single time he looked at you that way. By now, you knew what was going to happen. He was going to devour you, greedy and raw. That was Marc's thing. Fuck you into oblivion, draw orgasms after orgasms until you were a sobbing mess beneath him, nothing more than a whimpering doll that can't string a coherent sentence together. He loved to hear you beg for him, to cry out his name as he rammed into you, grunting and panting, sweaty bodies moving against each other. The sound and smell of sex would overwhelm your senses as he would whisper absolute filth into your ears, and tell you how much a pretty, pretty doll you were. He would take care of all your needs and his.

His gaze traveled down to your lips and further down to your breast. You were wearing a white t-shirt of his, with no bra underneath, and though it was loose enough, with the way you were sitting, he could make the outline of your nipple harden at all the sinful thoughts clouding your brain.

"What? No 'Marc go take a shower first' or 'Don't you wanna talk about it'?" He smirked ever so lightly as you rolled your eyes and tried to pull him into a kiss, but to your surprise he pushed you away, his hands cupping your face.

Tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers, grazing painfully slow and soft on your skin, traveled down to your cheek, and to your chin. He drew your face in closer and locked both of your lips together in a heated yet slow and deep kiss.

You moaned into the kiss as he slid his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands tried to take off his shirt hastily, knowing that you'd have to remove yet another layer of a t-shirt to strip his torso naked. But Marc was having none of it.

He grasped both of your hands and held them behind you, cutting off your access to finally touch him after a long, long week. You protested in silence as he pressed your body towards him with the same hand he was holding you captive, making you straddle his hips, his other arm slowly, yet strongly, wrapping around your throat.

Both of you pulled away, slightly panting, lips parted. His eyes were no more tired or sad, as he contemplated all the ways he could keep you up that night. His trained hands kept your arms locked behind you with ease, and kept a firm handle on your throat. His hold wasn't too hard, but it wasn't just a mere touch either.

Heat pooled on your abdomen as you tried to grind against his hardening cock. You were sure your panties were soaking at this point.

"Oh, we've got time for that, doll" He whispered as he yanked you to give you another kiss before letting go of you. "Kneel" He ordered.

You raised your eyebrows as you slowly got off his lap, making sure to give a final push to his crotch, which didn't go unnoticed. You lowered yourself in front of him, and he grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a swing out of it.

Just as your hands swiftly went to undo his pants, he caught you in the middle and leaned down so he was only inches away from your face. His hot breath was not making it easy for you to control yourself.

"Listen to me carefully, baby. Daddy didn't have a very good week, you know that, don't you?" He asked, and you nodded, looking at him through your lashes. "I didn't get to look at pretty sights while I was working," He continued, "But I'm looking at you now and-" His eyes once again traveled all over your body, his lust left unmasked. "I see that you are all for me to consume, aren't you?" He asked and you nodded yet again, rubbing your thighs impatiently as his words churned your insides.

Today was going to be one of those nights. Marc was going to drag this out, take his time, make you beg as if your entire life depended on it- and you know it would, with the way he can deny you things.

"So, I thought, why get this all done so quickly when I can do this all. night. long?" He kissed right below your jaw, drawing a hitched breath from you as his hand cupped your right breast.

"This is what you are gonna do," He said leaning back, letting you simmer in anticipation. He was giving you order and gods forbid if you were not gonna give your fullest. "You're gonna touch yourself, all over yourself, as daddy watches," He took another swing out of his bottle. "My pretty girl's gonna put up a show so good that I fuck her so hard and good tonight, yeah?" His smile was so sinister that you could've nearly broken down where you were kneeling.

Biting your lips as you crawled back a little farther away from him, so he could have a better view, you felt as if his incredibly intent and growingly wild eyes set on you were more than enough to strip you naked. His own brand of pornstar.

You took off the piece of fabric that provided little protection from the cold in a swift move, an excuse to mess up your hair further. Removing yoir soaking panty didn't take long either. While your one hand started brushing your lips and started sucking on them ever so lightly, you leaned back further, balancing on your other hand, spreading your folded knees wider on the floor. You didn't take much time before sucking on them completely, getting them all nice and wet, looking up to see Marc watching you through hooded eyes, his whiskey bottle held in a tight grasp as if his hold on it is the only thing stopping him for grabbing you back to him again.

Saliva dripping to the floor, you let those same fingers travel down to your chin, the valley of your breasts, down to your stomach, and finally to where you needed them the most. You rubbed your aching clit, throwing your head back as the long-needed pleasure coursed through you. Your other hand massaged your breast and circled your fingers around your nipple. You let out a whine, thinking about how good Marc's hot and wet tongue would feel lapping around it, sucking and kissing it just right.

"Faster" His voice was low and commanding, edging so close to a growl, and there was something so dangerously dark about it.

Your fingers obliged all too quickly as it fastened the pace. Heat spread through your thighs and your aching legs. Your other hand was tugging your hair till you felt a low pain on your scalp, but it only added to the pleasure. Everything felt so good and filthy all at once.

All it took to push you over the edge was one look Marc- and you came undone. You let out a loud moan, not caring about anything anymore. You just wanted him to carry you straight to the bedroom and fuck you like the whore you were for him.

And that was exactly what he did that night, praising his doll about how good she was for him while you basked in the glory of making him feel good. His hands were all over you as he fucked you, the bed creaking along with the sinful sounds of the night. It was paradise on Earth yet again.

"Every. Damn. Time!" You yelled at your boyfriend who was in no better mood than you.

"You're the one going off on dangerous missions every once in a while, Marc, and you're trying to sell the whole 'I'm doing this protect us' every time I ask you something about it,"

"And what part of it do you not get?" Marc hissed back. "I've got a past that, one way or another, gonna try to drag me back to my bullshit history, and this time I have to worry about you getting dragged into the mess too. As long as I have Khonshu's power, I can protect us from all that,"

"As long as you Khonshu's power, you're going to get dragged into more new mess and have more memories to bury. You think I can't notice the toll it's taking on you?"

Marc scoffed a humorless laugh that showed his disbelief. "So? What do you want me to do? Leave this all behind and run away somewhere with you so we can live out our perfect little life? I fucking owe him my life, goddammit. The last thing we need is a pissed-off ancient diety on our asses because I couldn't hold up my end of a stupid deal!" He slammed the table, not taking his eyes off of you.

They were wide with rage, trying to make you see some sense.

"But that's not what you want, is it? A perfect, happy life, hmm?" He asked, his voice finally calm, moving towards you. "You want in."

"What the hell do you mean, Marc?" You huffed, trying to act like you were done with this, but deep down, you knew he was edging closer to finally figuring it out.

"I knew it," He let out that same humorless, dry laugh again, leaning down and purposefully looking into your eyes. "This is about Tawaret and her offer, isn't it?"

"What? No!"

"Yeah, then what is it?" Marc was inches away from your face now, challenging you to come up with a reason. "And do not bullshit me with the 'I'm worried about you,"

It was true that Tawaret had asked you to be her avatar on the only mission you've accompanied Marc, something that shouldn't have happened in the first place.

You've seen how being an avatar affected Marc, but that was entirely on Khonshu. You had agreed on being Tawaret's temporary avatar because at that time Marc and Steven were in real danger.

Feeling all the power and using it all to defeat real danger and threat to the innocent, gave an electric jolt that nothing ever gave you in your life. You knew you were incredible at it.

Looking at Khonshu and the Boys' toxic relationship, what you and Tawaret had was one of the sweetest and most efficient partnerships. It was true that you wanted to be her avatar permanently because even if you wouldn't seek danger voluntarily, you can defend people whenever they're in immediate danger.

But what Marc said now pierced right through you. "You- you think that's what this is all for? Just that? You don't believe that I do worry about you?" You cursed yourself for how shaky that line came out.

Appearing weak was the last thing you wanted right now. You held your gaze with him, and you could feel him debating over choosing his next words.

"Why would you even want to get into this life, y/n?" He sighed, appearing exhausted already.

"Because I can do some good, Marc, something that I've always wanted to do for since I can remember" You raised your voice, standing your ground.

"Do some good?" He raised his eyebrows. "Do some good. Do you even comprehend the danger that comes along with it,"

"Tawaret would never ask me to do anything Khonshu asks you to do. He asks you to kill, and Tawaret asks me to defend. There's a difference Marc, and- and besides why the fuck would I need your permission to become an avatar, it would be completely my choice,"

"So you do want to be an avatar," he deadpanned.

"I- I just wanna make sure that whatever you do, you don't have to bear it all alone," You had hoped that you saying this might cease the fight, make him see that all this was completely unnecessary.

But Marc seemed to have other plans. "I'm not bearing it all alone. Whenever I come back, you're here for me, aren't you? You think I'll be able to concentrate out there with you on the field, constantly worried-"

"For fuck's sake I'm not a goddamn baby, Marc! What do you think my job is? To be the faithful wife, worrying about her husband who has gone to war and spends every day moping around and scared to death about what is happening to him? Well don't worry, I already am like that. What you don't seem to get is that I hate it," You snapped back.

"Of course," You scoffed when he couldn't seem to find the words as he stood there, his jaws clenched and his eyes set on you. What else could he say? "You only need me to be your own fuck doll whenever you come back home," You spat, making sure every word was laced with venom.

Everything was still. You were nearly panting and shaking with all that adrenaline. You wanted to go off at him, to yell at him till he finally understands what you were trying to say. You wanted him to say something, anything, really.

"You think that's what you are to me?" he finally asked. He wasn't yelling or mocking you. There was just pure rage-filled curiosity in his voice, the one that spent chills down your spine.

He laughed. Dragging his palms down his face, he looked at you like he has just seen you for the first time ever. "My fuck doll?" He came in closer till there was barely any space between the two of you.

You glared down at him, refusing to elaborate on that because, to be sure, you didn't know where that came from either. Was that how you truly felt whenever he came back from a mission?

He brought his hands to caress your cheeks, looking into your eyes, searching deep for something. You thought he was going to say words of affirmation that you were more than that, that he loved you and would always cherish you- what everyone else would've done.

"Well, if that's what you think you are to me," As he cupped your face with both of his palms, you sense nothing but danger all around the room- the kind of danger that made your insides buzz, especially down there. "Shouldn't you be proven right?" His words increasingly became louder as he yanked you by your arm and dragged you to the bedroom.

It all happened way too quickly. You didn't have any time to voice out your protest as he pushed you onto the bed and started taking off his clothes with a wild vigor. You became hyper-aware of everything he was doing. His muscles flexed with every movement of him taking his shirt off in one swift go, throwing his pants away. His dark and messy curls fell in front of his eyes.

And his eyes, oh God, his eyes. You've never seen them this way, filled with so much carnal desire and impatience, so much anger, and desperation all exploding into a messy mixture that ultimately made you fear and anticipate what was about to happen.

It wasn't before long you realized that you messed up. Bad.

"Let me show you how a fuck doll's gotta be fucked," He whispered more to himself as he got himself on top of you. After nearly ripping your top off of you and unclasping your bra in one go, he grabbed your neck tight and brought you close to his face.

"Since you decided that I only treat you as my whore, you're gonna start behaving as one from now. You do only the things that I allow you to do. Do you understand?" His grip on your throat didn't ease as you made your best effort to nod.

"It's a shame, you know, something so pretty as you, looking at me all wide-eyed and scared, is not gonna get any love today," He mused, studying your face, his grip easing a little. You could feel him fisting himself right above your thighs.

Pushing your body entirely down on the mattress, his one hand secured your throat as the other worked on your pants, removing them in a swift swoop.

"Now you listen to me very carefully," He said as his finger traced the lining of your entrance through your panty. "You are not going to make a single sound, and you are not going get your hands anywhere close to me. They're going to stay there by your side the whole time I fuck you."

As his hands left your neck, he wasted no time before getting between your legs, positioning his mouth in front of your still clothed cunt.

You knew what was different. There were no affectionate kisses, no caressing your body up and down, and definitely no loving words presenting a melody to your ears. This was him fucking his fuck doll.

Kissing your pussy once, he removed the panty and spread your legs to reveal a dripping you, your body responding to him without your permission.

"Always a slut for me, huh, no matter how I treat you," He smirked to himself as you felt heat creep up your cheeks. You'd do about anything to cover your embarrassed face.

He dived in, his skillful tongue licking off all your juice in a swift flick. That's where you messed up the second time- when you let out a loud moan, despite him warning you not to. You quickly covered your mouth, in an attempt to try to undo a mistake, but it was too late anyway.

Marc looked up at you, clearly not very happy. "Do that one more time and see where that gets you," He slapped your thigh as you shut your eyes. That was going to leave an angry mark.

He went back to his work, licking and sucking you in all the right way while you squirmed under him, not being able to move your arms in any way, your lips pursed. You couldn't help but let out the tiniest of whimpers from time to time, but he didn't seem to mind, too busy devouring you as if you were his final meal.

There it was, all that heat that churned inside was concentrating and intensifying in a delightful way, threatening to spill right out of you. You were so close to reaching what you knew was a mind-shattering orgasm.

His moans and all the sinful sounds of him eating you out, his strong grip holding your thighs in place was just enough to push you off the cliff, and there it was, right at your fingertips- right when he pulled away.

You nearly screamed out loud. No, no, no. You wanted to yell out his name and ask him to finish what he started. You could feel the burning hot orgasm flickering away as you tried to catch your breath.

You looked up at him with pleading eyes, but he didn't seem to give a flying fuck about it, as he crawled on top of you with a satisfied look on his face.

He chuckled at your silent whimpers. "What was that?" He mocked you, getting in closer. "Oh right, forgot dolls couldn't speak," He said as he covered your mouth with his palm.

You could feel him positioning his cock in front of your hole. "Can't really trust you with the rules," He mumbled as he secured both of your hands over your head with his killer grip.

He didn't touch you anywhere, didn't say anymore as he fucked you. His grunts and the sound of sex and your silent whimpers were the only sounds in the room, so unlike you and Marc.

As you felt a low orgasm building up inside you, you felt more scared than ever. This was going to be ruined too. Marc was never gonna let you have it. He knows all the tell-tale signs of your body when you were so close to coming.

He fastened the pace, his grunts becoming louder and raspier. Marc was usually the one to continuously string together filthy words that made your insides twist and pussy flutter, but now, not a single word.

You could feel both of you reaching your climax, that sweet, sweet ending, but of course, as expected, he pulled away, knowing damn well that was going to get a cry from you.

He slapped your tit roughly when you made the slightest cry and that made you bite your lips hard enough to make yourself shut up.

"Look what you're making me do," he shook his head, looking down at you. He pushed back a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead, admiring what he's made of you- a panting and unsatisfied mess.

"Do you think this is how I wanna fuck you? Hmm?" He asked his palms stroking your cheeks and neck.

He looked so beautiful from where you were to the point it didn't feel fair. His sculpted face and body, his raspy breaths, his eyes that spoke many unspeakable emotions all at once, it was all too much, to the point where you could feel tears stinging your eye.

"Marc," You called to him weakly, and nothing followed that, but he knew- he understood.

He got down to kiss you. It was so passionate. Your lips moved together, conveying about a dozen different emotions. Anger, disappointment, forgiveness, love, lust, worry, love, love, love.

He cradled your head as his lips moved to your cheeks, your jawline, down to your neck, crafting art of his own, a beautiful canvas for him to paint with his teeth and tongue. Surely something he would admire in a few more minutes.

You didn't know if all the rules were still effective. That was when he took your aching arms and brought them up to his hair, letting your fingers comb through it. You let out a loud moan of relief as he kept on kissing you everywhere his mouth could find your skin.

"This," He breathed "is how I want to make love to you," His hands soothed your thighs, stroking up and down. "Because I love you," He kissed your forehead. "I need to feel you with me, everywhere on me," He left a trail of kisses. "Because you're my girl, do you get it?" He broke the kisses to look down at you, his eyes wide and pleading, begging you to understand how much you meant to him.

You nodded slowly, a slow smile dawning on your face. Marc couldn't help but smile along with you.

"And now," His sudden movement caught you off guard. He grabbed your legs to swing them over his shoulders. "We'll get down to some actual fucking, shall we?"

"Oh GOD Yes, Marc,"

"That's my girl," He smirked. Off he went, thrusting deeper and deeper inside you till all you could feel was his hands roaming all over you and how good it felt when he stretched you open.

"Does my cock make you feel good, baby?" Marc grunted and you nodded frantically. Whatever self-control you had over your body had left you, leaving you entirely in Marc's mercy.

"Open your mouth," He commanded. As soon as you obliged, Marc slipped two of his fingers into it. "Suck on them"

And you did, all nice and slow as you coated them with slick, your eyes nearly rolling back to your skull.

A sliver of saliva still connecting his fingers and your lips for a little while, he brought those fingers down to your clit and rubbed them in circles.

At this point, you weren't even sure you were saying anything coherent, just chanting his name over and over again like that's the only thing you knew how to do.

It was just the two of you. The evening slowly gave way to night to rule the sky as you and Marc made love, sweeter and hotter than anything you've felt. Both of you were pressing on to each other in a hundred different ways, burning skins asking for more and more.

The warm and familiar signs of orgasm filled your abdomen again, tightening your insides. Your toes curled as your nails dug into Marc's shoulders.

"Come along with me, baby. That's the way, come with me. With me," He said, holding your head in one hand and working miracle down on your clit with the other one.

Your release was unlike anything you've ever experienced. Everything became merged into one, and time didn't make sense. Your back arched as you and Marc came together. You could feel him releasing inside you, giving you everything that he has.

His hips ground to a halt as he at last rode out both of your orgasms. He slid out of you and fell down on the bed, right beside you, both of you panting, sweating mess.

He gathered you into his arms, cradling you near to his body. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he lifted up your face to face him.

"I love you," He said every word like his entire life depended on them, and at that moment, for him, it truly did. "And no amount of fighting is going to change that fact,"

"I know," You whispered back. "I love you so much too," You smiled back at him, snuggling closer to him.

"Ready to talk about this whole thing like adults in the morning?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and you nodded, giggling a little.

"Now let's get you cleaned up," he said, reluctantly getting out of bed, earning a groan from you.

Rest assured, that night went ahead with no bumps, with both of you feeling more complete and loved than ever. He was yours, you were his, and no amount of deities and their powers can change that.

A/N: This is it!! My first ever fic after 3 long years of terrible writer's block, I hope this wasn't very hard to read, I'm still a lot rusty. I'd absolutely love to hear your opinions on it, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

Also, this is my first ever smut fic ever, I hope it wasn't too bad, alright I'll leave y'all to it.

Also, shoutout to @jakelcckley @laters-gators @budcooper @astroboots @stormkobra-5 these amazing writers who predominantly write for Oscar and his characters for unintentionally giving me enough motivation and pulling me out of my block with their amazing works. Please do go check them out, they're all absolutely amazing.

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𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my loves! I know I have been some time away and without any kind of inspiration, however this has been a very complicated year for me and I have not been well enough mentally to even be able to read or post anything!!! But luckily I am slowly getting better (because i´ve meet someone who´s inspire me, and tbh he is a lot like Sam) and now I feel a little more inspired and motivated to write!!! I wish you a good read and I would like to remind you that my orders will open in a few days or so feel free to send me something!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Semi-Nsfw (sexual tension is in the air for now eheheh) a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,517

Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. It's not reprehensible to want something that isn't ours, to desire in the depths of our thoughts something that our heart yearns for, that our body malevolently covets, to be enveloped by the sin that torments our thoughts… during the day it's as if it's just a specter that struts around your heart, but when dusk sets in, this carnal sin dominates every sensation in your body, until the revelry of your hands sliding across your soft skin begins, caressing every centimetre of the core of your body, allowing your thoughts to imagine him in your place… in his most libinous state, such a pure sensation, you begin to imagine his body attached to yours, both in a voluptuous battle to feel more of each other, his lips brushing against your neck and his husky voice a melody to your ears, you imagine his hands pressing you against the mattress, his tongue obscenely tracing its way down between your legs… in the pitch black, you utter his name lovingly like a lover whispering the most lascivious promises, you purr his name, yet your hands caress your core, feeling the wave of pleasure run through every cell of your body… when that pleasure finally sinks in, you open your eyes and feel yourself gasping for breath, and you realise that it was nothing more than your imagination.

You get up calmly from your bed, your body still recovering from the forbidden sensation of pleasure, you see your naked figure in a small worn mirror given to you by the person who kept your mind occupied day and night, quite possibly looted during one of his countless adventures with his companion Sully, and you realise that your face is flushed, ashamed as you remember the previous events, you look away in a struggle to maintain focus, redirect your gaze back to the object and in its reflection observe your nude physique, from your perspective it was no big deal, for many years you hid yourself because you were ashamed of certain features, until you met Samuel Drake, a charming man you were fortunate enough to meet at a conference given by one of your favourite journalists, Elena Fisher. Since then, your friendship and your love for him have intensified, even though you knew that your feelings for him were completely doomed and incorrect… for various reasons: your age difference, your lack of experience in relationships, his lack of interest in you… Sometimes you let your mind wander to the immensity of the women he'd already had and that brought you a feeling of craving… jealousy, but deep down you knew that it was completely impossible for anything to happen between the two of you, he saw you as a godchild, a kid in his eyes… You shook your head in an endeavour to dispel these negative thoughts and focus on what was important at that moment: finishing your college paper, you still had a few days to hand it in but you'd rather get it done before you suffocate yourself with work.

The temperature had dropped over the last few days, you could feel it as you walked barefoot across the cold living room floor of your small flat, your gaze carefully examining the clutter, the abandoned sheets and books in battle, on the living room coffee table, on the desk, even on the kitchen table, you could tell that these last few days had been extremely busy, and a large part of you wanted to finish this work as soon as possible so that you could rest and take a few days for yourself. Contemplating the huge window in front of you, it was raining heavily and the only lights were those of the huge city on the horizon, this kind of weather had been your favourite since you were a child, you slowly made your way through the small room towards the kitchen, a coffee would be your salvation for the night, or so you thought.

The sound of lightning echoed through the sky, hours had passed since you started working, you quickly glanced at the window and the rain had become heavier and steadier, completely distracted by the storm brewing on the horizon, you were surprised by the ringing of the doorbell… you weren't expecting anyone that night… or any other night, but for a moment you felt a wave of anxiety run through your body, who could it be? You walked cautiously to the door and peered through the peephole, holding your breath as you saw who was on the other side… Sam… his wet clothes clinging to his muscular body, his hair in disarray and on closer inspection you noticed that he had a wound on one of his arms and his nose was once again broken… You quickly opened the door, his expression changing from serious to relieved within seconds of seeing you.

"S-Sam? what happened-" your question was interrupted when your bodies came together in an embrace, you could feel his breathing quicken, his body relax as it came into contact with yours, his perfume was intoxicating mixed with the blood that dripped down his arm, his face was hidden in the hollow of your neck and that activated something in your body, a strange warmth travelled through your whole being "S-Sam…?" you asked once more.

"I'm sorry for turning up unannounced, darling, but I didn't have anywhere else to go so I thought I'd pay my dear Y/N a visit." For a few seconds his raspy voice against your neck provoked another feeling, a river of pleasure emerged from between your legs, but you put that thought aside when you smelled the alcohol, he was drunk… and had most likely got into some kind of bar fight. As much as it pained you, you pulled your bodies apart and looked straight into his eyes, you had to take care of him, he needed you right now.

"Come on… Let's take care of you, big guy" he chuckled softly, and with a little effort you managed to get him to the sofa, but when you got there you unbalanced yourself on one of your books and almost fell on top of him "S-sorry, the mess is huge, I've been busy-" your eyes met and you could see amusement in the depths of his eyes, his gaze analysed you calmly from top to bottom, your heart started racing, you could feel his breath close to your lips. … but you quickly pulled away, you knew that look wasn't really directed at you, you knew that because he was drunk he could do and say things that he didn't really feel. "Whilst I get the first aid box, please Sam stay still" you stood up from your position, you heard a snort of laughter coming from him, you could feel that cunning old man smirk

"Your house… your orders love, I promise I'll be quiet" he said as you walked away towards the bathroom, picking up the small white box, you stopped in front of the mirror, you were flushed red, your breathing fast, you couldn't get out of your head the image of him lying on your sofa, his sweatshirt clinging to his body… for a man in his 40s, he's too well preserved… you got lost in your thoughts and only came back when you heard his voice pulling you back to reality "What's up Y/N?" his voice was mesmerising, once again you tried to push those thoughts out of your head, you had to focus on the task at hand.

You quickly return to the living room, Sam was sitting on the sofa going through some of your papers when you arrived. "You've been really busy, huh? Have you had any time to yourself? with so many books around I don't think so" he said as you made room to sit next to him, every touch of your skin, even covered by clothes, made your blood rush through your veins "please can you pull up your sleeve? It's funny that every time we meet I have to look after you and yes I've been busy unfortunately" you sighed opening the box and taking out some of the materials you'll need, he smiled as he took off his shirt, as you turned to him you saw his naked torso in front of you, you automatically got embarrassed and looked away, he saw you blush and smirk, he knew the effect he had on you, the air around you was hot. … you wanted to focus on the task at hand but you couldn't, the sensation of his body close to yours, the heat he emanated… it was like a drug was affecting you, but with a lot of effort you managed to finish bandaging his arm. You felt his gaze intensify on you, those earth-coloured eyes analysing every bit of your skin exposed by the pyjamas you were wearing. Sam had looked at you like that before, but on all those occasions he had been drunk, and in an attempt to divert the subject you asked him how he had got himself into that state.

"Well, I'm in town for a few days, Victor and I think this might be our next clue to an artefact we're looking for, and since I had nothing to do I went for a drink, but I think I pissed someone off by trying to flirt with the barmaid…" he said, leaning back on the sofa. Jealousy… That feeling from earlier again… Anger and insecurity ran through your head, and you weren't even listening to what he was saying anymore, it was as if your mind had focussed on that one detail, it was obtuse to think of him as a lover, let alone be jealous of something that wasn't even yours, but that feeling was consuming you and you only managed to return to reality when you felt his touch on your arm "Hey? are you listening darling?" You immediately looked at him, you could feel tears forming in your eyes and so as to avoid having to deal with questions or the feeling of pity, you got up and walked to the kitchen "I'm going to make some coffee", was the last thing you had said before leaving the room.

You shouldn't feel angry, you shouldn't even desire what isn't yours, but somehow that feeling consumed your whole being, just imagining the women who warmed his bed, the cries of pleasure that came out of their mouths, the touches, the words spoken… everything you couldn't have but wanted, everything you longed to have but once again didn't have… you let your mind wander, until you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder, you looked back and Sam's face seemed somewhat saddened to see you like that, neither of you uttered a single word, but the silence was quite comfortable, but unfortunately you couldn't hold back the tears that you had fought so hard to keep in your eyes, and finally they dripped down from your eyes, wetting your face. Sam stroked your arm first, pulling you closer to him, cutting the space between the two of you, and gently lifted your chin so that your eyes meet, wiping away the tears that were still running down your cheeks with his thumb, without cutting your gaze… inside you were nervous, sad, but the feeling of his caress made you feel at peace with yourself.

"Tell me, dear, what's wrong? You know you can trust me with everything" he whispered in your ear as he pulled you into his arms, the only thing you knew how to do was hide your face in his chest, hugging him tightly… asking the gods that this moment would last forever.

"Sam… I… I know I shouldn't, I know it's not the right thing to do, but I've had feelings for you since the day we met… every time you call me, every time we meet, I wonder when I'll be able to see you next… you've stolen my heart in a way that I can't even express myself…" You said softly, still hiding your face in his body, "I long for something that isn't mine, and I get jealous every time I know that someone else is taking the place that could be mine in your bed… next to you." Saying this out loud was a really difficult task, you didn't want to give in to temptation, but you couldn't bear to let yourself feel this anguish any longer, no matter how much you'd be rejected, you'd rather tell him than hide it. Sam once again grabbed your chin and forced you to look up. The light around you was tenuous, and you could hardly see what was around you, but for mere moments it was just the two of you in that kind of darkness. You felt Sam slowly approaching you, his lips brushed your neck "Do you want me?" he said as he gently kissed your exposed neck "Sam…" you felt his tongue drawing little 's' on your skin "Answer me darling, do you want me?" his lips moved up to your lobe, nibbling, letting out a slight moan, "Y-Yes… " you answered breathlessly, he pulled away, leaving you in the interlude of a forbidden pleasure, your eyes locked once more, one of his hands rested on the side of your face, forcing your lips to be mere millimetres apart, the other slid down your body until it reached your waist, pulling you towards him, claiming you as his.

"My dear Y/N, ever since I laid eyes on you I knew I wanted you… no other woman can fulfil the desire I feel for you… i thought you'd reject me so i didn't go through with it, but god damned, each night i wished it was you whispering my name, that it was you moaning with each thrust, that it was your heart that beat close to mine after we fell on the mattress tired and sweaty from the carnal battle that neither of us had won" and with that he sealed your lips, you felt his tongue asking permission to enter and you gave in, you were both gasping, but the fight didn't stop there. With a simple gesture, the hand that was holding your waist lifted you up onto the stall, forcing both your legs open, where he positioned himself in the middle, his kisses went down to your neck once more and all you could do was moan his name.

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝…

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Emma's Epic Multi-Fandom Rec List: Oscar Isaac Edition

Work and life and everything took over for a little bit, but I am back with *part 2* of my massive fanfic recommendation list, because good lord I read so much fanfic I have a problem.

I do my best to reblog as much as possible but sometimes I miss it so this is my attempt to make up for that and give all of the amazing creators on here the credit they deserve. Thank you all so much for sharing all of your work with us. This year has been a long and difficult one for me, especially mental health wise, and being able to escape into these stories has been so valuable and important to me.

If you read anything on here that you like, please reblog and/or comment on these pics to show the creators some love!

AN IMPORTANT NOTE: While not everything listed here will include smut, many of these authors have 18+ blogs. Please, please, please respect their boundaries and DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM/THEIR CONTENT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Stories marked with ❤️‍🔥 contain NSFW content

Moon Knight:

The Best Kept Secrets ❤️‍🔥by @melodygatesauthor — First of all, Mel is the *queen* of Oscar Isaac-fandom fic, especially anything about our beloved Moon Boys. She’s got stuff for every genre, every mood, every random plot bunny — she’s also created some of the most fun and original character.ai bots — but I have such a soft spot for this fic, a dad’s best friend fic where each chapter is a different member of the system.

A Bit Dodgy ❤️‍🔥by @melodygatesauthor — another brilliant one from Melody, featuring professor! Steven falling in love with a student, Jake being protective (and hot) and Marc learning to let down his walls around people. I will genuinely be a little sad when it’s all wrapped up because I’ve loved this journey.

Cherry Pie ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh and @melodygatesauthor — I’m trying not to just rec people’s entire masterlists but these two make it SO DIFFICULT. Anyway, as someone with a soft spot for Steven (is it obvious yet?) this is a particularly steamy and surprisingly sweet fic about his first time. It’s written in such a brilliant way that you can just picture all of the desperate, delicious faces that Steven is making throughout and it’s just … it’s a 10/10 y’all.

Spoiled Rotten by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — MARC. MARC MY BEAUTIFUL, EMOTIONALLY GUARDED BELOVED I love when Marc gets to be soft and this was such a beautifully written, real-feeling story about his relationship insecurities and his desire to be treated like the precious gift he is. If the universe could just give me one chance to spoil this beautiful man …

Personal Time ❤️‍🔥by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — Look, we have already established my love for Steven Grant. I want to hug him and kiss him and let him tell me about Egyptian gods and eat vegan burritos with him and cuddle him all night. But this story? This story makes me also want to ruin him.

The Moon Boys + Where They Like to Put It ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — These little blurbs are pure filth and I would like them tattooed on my eyelids so that I can forever be haunted by them. There is a surprising amount of characterization packed into such a short package and that takes an incredible amount of talent.

On My Knees ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — Look. If Steven Grant came to me, begging on his knees (literally!) for his job back, I too would fold immediately. This two-parter is also great because the first story is pure fluff (and pining for Steven, which, i can relate) and the second brings all of the tension and anticipation to a head with some genuinely smoking hot smut. I’d also like to give a shoutout to Ivy’s Oblivious Roommate Headcanons Series, which is honestly making my obsession with everyone’s favorite gift shoppist a little worse in the best way.

driver!jake and rich girl!reader ❤️‍🔥by @campingwiththecharmings — THIS FIC. I love the slow building tension, the gorgeous image of Jake smoking outside his limo during a night out, the SMUT. It made my brain melt in the best way, possible.

Lessons in Touch by @marc-spectorr— Ugh, the PINING. There’s only one part to this so far and I am already so obsessed with it that I’m recommending it. I cannot wait to see where this one goes because I just am already so in love with this Steven and their relationship.

With The Lights Out ❤️‍🔥by @moonknightly — Jake is, understandably, often characterized as the sexy, seductive one in the system so it’s such a treat to read a virgin!Jake fic. This one is so lovely, a perfect mix of vulnerable and steamy while still feeling so true to him. Basically, I love when Jake gets flustered and I need more of it.

Friendly favors ❤️‍🔥by @runa-falls — (Not so) unrequited pining between Steven and his best friend and the ways they begin to reveal their feelings for one another by … “helping each other out” with their “needs.” Steamy and sweet in equal measure and it just makes me want to scream in the best possible way.

Making Trouble ❤️‍🔥by @juneknight — Possessive!Marc owns me, completely. This and its sequel (where Jake gets his revenge) are two of the hottest, most wonderful smut fics that I have read in this fandom and good lord, it breaks my brain every single time I read it. juneknight is also the creator of the mind-meltingly sexy Dorm Room Marc series which is also *chef’s kiss*

Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Verse)

Halo ❤️‍🔥by @missdictatorme — One of the most interesting Miguel concepts I’ve ever read: Reader is Miguel’s new AI assistant (complete with hologram body) and you ask for the chance to design your own appearance. The slow build of the relationship between the pair is so fun to read and the tension between them as Miguel realizes that their relationship with one another is … unorthodox is amazing. I think about this story all the time.

Something New ❤️‍🔥by @runa-falls — Hoooooo boy. I recommend you read this one in front of a fan or the AC because good lord this is hot.

Decadent ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — This one has it all: gorgeously steamy smut, the tension of a slow-burn relationship build, a hint of angst and a mystery at the center of it all: is Miguel a vampire? Or something else? Can he be cured? It’s so good and I honestly give a little squeal every time I see there’s a new chapter out.

Punch-Out Love by @astroboots— Miguel O’Hara boxing AU? Hell yeah. This one is exciting and tense and thrilling and I was invested from the first sentence. Cici also co-wrote the iconic Every You, Every Me, which I am ashamed to say that I only just started reading but it is just as incredible as everyone said. Her stuff more than lives up to all of the hype.

Monster ❤️‍🔥by @writefightandflightclub — Oh, you thought you’d make it through a Miguel O’Hara rec list without some size kink? This is insanely hot and a little dark and so, so good. Heed the warnings, but if this is your thing, trust me, it will sit in your brain forever.

Assorted Oscar Characters

Bloom For Me (Santiago Garcia) ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh — The Triple Frontier Regency AU that you didn’t know you needed. Trust me on this.

Oxford Comma (Rydal Keener) ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh — *The* definitive Rydal fic, in my opinion. There is something about the way that Mona writes Rydal that makes him so irresistible, so charming and easy to fall for despite how much you want to resist (or maybe punch) him that I think captures the essence of the character so well.

How (Nathan Bateman) ❤️‍🔥by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — Set post-Ex Machina, this lovely (and steamy) fic delves into how Nathan deals with the aftermath of the situation with Ava as well as him learning to let another person (not an android!) into his life. It’s my favorite take on a softer version of Nathan and I just adore it. (Also for more amazing Oscar-character content, Fen’s Kinktober masterlist is *chef’s kiss)

Three Years (Nathan Bateman) ❤️‍🔥by @youvebeenlivingfictional — My favorite Nathan fic, ever. The tension between him and the reader, the underlying questions about whether their whole relationship and dynamic is the result of genuine feelings on his end or just him manipulating people, the added angst of Reader’s dynamic with their friend and *her* crush on Nathan — it’s just so good.

Somebody to Love (Richard Alonzo Munoz) ❤️‍🔥by @writefightandflightclub — Not just one of my all-time favorite Oscar Isaac fics, but one of my all-time favorite fics period. As I have previously gushed, this is a gorgeous, romantic, slow-build of a story written with such stunning imagery and poetry and with little nods to an already-familiar relationship that just makes their ultimate relationship even more swoon-worthy and perfect. And the smut is 10/10, five stars, completely mind-melting in all of the best ways. I love it, I love it, I love it.

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