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softlyspector · 1 year

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Marc & maybe some hurt/comfort bc ur phone died & he’s been worried sick bc u were late ?

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Worry + Marc Spector

On my way home now!

It's the last text you manage to send to Marc before your phone dies. You'd been in the middle of typing out your final message when your phone screen went black.

My phone is dying-

Sure, it should have been the first text you sent, but you'd thought you had more time. The phone's battery was clearly in its last death throes because the screen still read 10% when it shut off and would not turn back on.

The rest of your message goes untyped and unsent.

-so don't worry if I don't respond.

You're not far from the flat anyways, you'd be home soon enough, so you tuck your phone in your bag and don't spare it a second thought.

The tube station is crowded, the train even more so. And you miss the first train that comes because there isn't enough room on.

The next train arrives late but you manage to make it on, elbowing people out of your way as you go, determined to get home. Two stops before your own the train goes out of service - strikes, you think - and so you tromp up the stairs of the station to the street to find a right downpour outside.

Of course, this is none of the usual light misting of rain that was typical for London so you're soaked within minutes of walking, bitterly thinking of the umbrella you'd forgotten at your desk, left behind in your rush to get home.

The already lengthy walk takes much longer than usual, and certainly much longer than your usual tube ride would have, especially since you missed the first train. Traffic is so heavy you don't consider for a moment hailing a cab.

By the time you make it to the flat you're well past the time you usually come home - several hours past in fact.

You're not thinking about Marc, in that moment. You're not thinking about how you might have inadvertently worried him, how you're going to look to him walking through the door soaking wet and more than a little bedraggled - like something worse than a little rain might have happened to you.

The only thing you're thinking about is changing out of your wet clothes and taking a warm shower. Your fingers are freezing and so it takes several tries to get the key into the lock.

But all your effort is for naught when the door is suddenly ripped open, your keys clattering back out to fall to the ground with the force.

You huff and stoop to pick them up, annoyed. "Did you have to-,"

Your words die in your mouth when Marc cups his hands around your shoulders and jerks you upright, his eyes frantically searching yours as his hands move to your cheeks. "What-,"

"Where were you?" Marc doesn't give you the chance to respond, releasing you to reach down and retrieve your keys from the floor before tugging you roughly into the flat.

His hands go back to running over you the second the door is closed. "Are you hurt?"

"Hurt?" You shake your head, the warm press of his finger pleasant against your body, if not a bit worrying. "Why would I be hurt?"

Marc doesn't answer you and avoids your attempts at catching his eyes. His hands suddenly still in their third pass along your hips. He retracts his touch, steps away from you, and runs one hand through his hair instead.

"Hey," you say to his back when he turns away from you, dropping your soaked work bag to the floor. "Talk to me. I had to walk because the tube-,"

"I was just worried."

His voice is flat, emotionless, shoulders stiff.

"Marc-,"

"No. It's fine," he says. "Just wonder why you couldn't have fucking texted me that." He runs his hand through his hair again. Marc's usually slicked back hair is a mess of curls, evidence of the worrying he'd been doing while you stomped home in the rain, clearly having thought something much worse had befallen you.

You try to step closer to him, but he moves away from you again, out of your reach and so far away there might as well be an ocean between you. "Marc-,"

"No, really it's fucking fine. Great. Guess I'm not worth updating."

You try not to raise to the bait. You don't want to fight with him, but he clearly wants you to, wants you to scoff at his worry so he has a reason to blow up, accuse you of believing the worst of him, to confirm he wasn't worth putting up with, that his concern is nothing but overbearing.

But Marc makes it so hard sometimes, especially when you're exhausted and irritated, and sopping wet.

You huff out a breath and slide past him. "Fine. Shut me out. Believe what you want." His shoulders tense beneath his t-shirt. "It isn't like I haven't had the worst fucking day and now-," you stop, a tremble you don't want Marc to hear threatening to crack your voice in two.

You shake your head and have almost made it to the bathroom when his voice follows you, raw around the edges.

"I thought something happened to you," his voice is a tad softer, like speaking at your back is easier than looking into your eyes.

It takes you a second to recognize the admission for what it is - a confession, an olive branch, an attempt to explain himself instead of holding the truth inside.

But your response is already halfway out of your mouth before you can think better of the words.

"Nothing happened," you grit out.

The sound of his footfalls sends your belly swooping, but you don't turn. You have a feeling that if you do, he'll shut down. His eyes will be flat and black and his lip will curl and he'll say something cutting.

And that's how you'll end up in a fight, because your nerves are shot and you're only human.

"I know," Marc says.

He doesn't continue, silent and still behind you.

You roll your eyes and reach for the door.

"Why didn't you text me?" The raw, terse anger has faded, replaced by something else, something you find hard to name. Hurt maybe, vulnerability.

You turn and lean back against the door, clothes cold and sticking to you uncomfortably. Contrary to your earlier thoughts, Marc's gaze is only guarded, not flat and angry.

"Because my phone died," you cross your arms over your chest. "My phone died, Marc. That's what I was trying to tell you."

He nods, eyes flicking over you, assessing. "And you aren't hurt?"

"Just exhausted," you confirm.

"It's just - you were so late. And it's been raining a lot. Even for London." You feel something in you crack, and start to move forward when he shrugs, brushing over the admission. "And I never know if one of our old enemies might decide to pop up again," he tries to joke.

Only you know it's a fear that's all too real.

You smile and extend a hand, "I'm okay. Just at risk of freezing to death."

Marc takes your hand. "Shit, yeah, you're freezing sweetheart," he cups his fingers around yours. "C'mon. Lemme help you."

You lean into his heat, into the warmth of his chest when he wraps his arms around you. "Can I?" He asks when you don't respond, eyes closed, chin resting against his shoulder.

"Yeah," you nod against him. "Sorry for snapping at you."

"I deserved it. Sorry for flipping out."

You smile, because it's such a Marc thing to say. "Okay," you pull back and pat his cheek. "Okay. I definitely need a new phone and I definitely should have said I'd be late first. I'm sorry I worried you. I didn't mean to."

Marc doesn't answer, leads you into the bathroom, sits you on the closed toilet and turns the shower on. "Not your fault, baby-,"

"And," you interrupt, "there's an app we can download on your phone that tells you when a train goes out of service or is running late. So you can check that, instead of assuming the worst."

He cups your cheek, leans down to press his forehead to yours. "Alright. I'll do better," Marc says, hands caressing your frigid skin.

"You're doing fine. It's okay." The acrid burn of anxiety has fled you both, Marc's hands soft on yours, his spine softened and loose again. "Thank you, for talking it out."

"Doing better, huh?" He smiles at you.

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romana-after-dark · 10 months

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Control

Jake Lockley

Dark! Masterlist

Summary: Jake Lockley gets turned on killing bad men.

600 words

Warnings: Killing, graphic depictions of violence, lots of blood talk, blood play, masturbation uuhhhhhhh that's it? But I think thats enough lol.

Inspired by this thot with @melodygatesauthor

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Jake couldn’t help that it felt so god damn good.

The killing, that is.

The adrenalyn, the excitement, the blood smearing everywhere, the way he could hurt and heal but god, the hurt turned him on. Stuffed painfully tight into the Moon Knight suit with a throbbing erection, Jake always hurried home to furiously jack off in the shower, those moments a treasured bit of peace; the one goddamn thing he had for himself before putting the body to bed after hydrating and eating some real food if Marc had been in control eating junk to long and laying down in Steven’s t-shirt and sweats.

He wasn’t so sure he was gonna make it this time.

It was a particularly violent killing, the kind that a man like this deserved, and Jake was relishing in the revenge, hoping everyone he had harmed would hear of the gorey details and feel vindicated. Every stab, every slice every gush of blood from a vein hit that burst out from his still beating heart fueled him, like dirty words screamed while fucking a woman and christ almight he was ready to cum right there in the suit. The man had foolishly shot him, and although the suit healed him quickly, the pain was sharp and the masochist in him was in blinding eroticism.

When the artery quit spilling red onto the white suit, Jake fell back, desperately palming himself, ignoring Khonshu’s words of disgust.

“Can’t help it, feels… so… good…”

Jake gave into the temptation and the bottom half of his suit disappeared. Jake spit into his hand, but it wasn’t enough… he reached into the open wound of the nearly dead man and felt the luke-warm blood coat his hands before painting his cock red, furiously masterbating to the sight of the monster he had just killed.

There was no time for pretense, there was no time to build himself up or tease himself, Jake needed to cum, he needed this.

“Fucking piece of shit.” He growled, swiping over the slit at the tip. “Fucking deserved it, every last bit.” Faster, tighter, so close, so close… “I fucking own you, pendejo, you pathetic, worthless,-FUCK” Jake was cut off by his balls tightening, and as he looked down at the life he took, his chest powerful and heaving in the suite, he felt like god himself, controlling who is worthy of life and death. He is in control, and the lives of the people in this city are at his mercy, in his hands… and god his hand felt so good. He spit on his dick again, the blood and saliva making it so wet, so sloppy… sounding like the wettest pussy he ever fucked.

Beat red and throbbing, Jake came in long, pulsing streaks on the body in front of him, spilling his cum and desecrating the dead body and he milked out every last fucking drop from his cock before the suite reappeared.

Thunderolled above him, and soon the rain would wash Marc and Steven’s DNA of the body, Khonshu would make sure of it. Panting heavily, Jake felt the breeze prick at the sweet on his skin, signaling it was time to go as the storm rolled in. Steven can’t miss any more work if he catches a cold…

Jake brushed everything else aside. The power, the control, the ecstasy he felt… his moment was over, and now it was time to get the body to bed, to take care of Steven and Marc while they were blissfully unaware he existed.

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romanarose · 6 months

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TRICK OR TREAT >:)

i love you <3

do i get a treat now

Yes you get a treat. This is why I asked you if you like Twilight bc I needed a reason to post this.

This is a edited chapter of my first MK series, Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside. You shouldnt have to read all 33 chapters of this series jsut to read this yummy premise!!! So I edited it!

In the series, its a 3rd person and OC, so if I accidentally say "she" or "sam", ignore that.

The Twilight Baseball Scene

Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: Ever wanted to get finger fucked to the Twilight baseball scene?

Warnings and content: Fingering. Marc suffering for love. Reader is bicoded.

A/N: Jake is not romantically involved, and is just starting to get along with Marc.

Italics is Marc, Bold is steven, red is jake

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Marc Spector was being torchered.

He had been through a lot, seen and felt a lot of things as a mercenary, his time as Moon Knight (wait. Is Jake still doing that?), and his childhood, but this? This might top it all. You were spending Saturday alone with him and Steven; Steven had you alone in the morning, and Marc had you for the evening.

Steven’s date was wonderful, he took you to the local book store and let you pick out whatever she wanted. This was, of course, after he took you for coffee. Of course.

Yeah. Yeah things went well for Steven.

Marc, on the other hand, was wondering if this was a sneak preview into hell. He knew that it couldn’t actually be in hell; you were here.

He was watching Twilight.

You weren't even cuddling with him, you were on the other side of the couch, actually watching the movie. When they decided to have a movie night, he thought there might not be much movie watching as there might be sex.

Guys. Guys. Marc tried to get the other boy's attention. GUYS!

WHATS HAPPENING?! If a voice in his head could burst through a door waving a gun around, that's what Jake would be doing.

Whoa, calm down.

Marc?! Whats going on?

Jesus you two, nothing is happening.

Then what do you need? You’re supposed to be on a date.

I am. We’re watching... Twilight…

Marc swore he heard Jake laugh.

Oh god, how did that happen?

I told her she could choose the movie!

Well… that was your first mistake.

I thought she would pick something like Star Wars, Indiana Jones or Jurassic Park or something else with Harrison Ford! Not Twilight.

Well if you’re going to let her pick the movie you have to- wait… did you say ‘something else with Harrison Ford?’

Yeah?

Amigo… do you think Harrison Ford is in Jurrasic Park?

Yeah? He’s the one who isn’t Jeff Goldblum

I know who you are talking about Marc, that’s not Harrison Ford.

You think that Harrison Ford played a grumpy paleontologist in Jurassic Park, and a grumpy archeologist in Indiana Jones? It’s the same exact character.

Well I’ve never seen either-

Hold on. You named Steven after some B movie knock off of Indiana Jones but you never actually watched Indiana Jones?

You can laugh all you want, but that movie was awesome

Wait, Marc, why were you yelling for us?

… I’m bored…

Dios mio, that’s it? I’m supposed to only show up when the body is in critical danger and now I need to baby sit you though Twilight?

It’s not babysitting, I just need entertainment. She’s out of commission right now

Marc looked over at you, whose eyes were glued to the Tv. Edward was on the screen.

Jake laughed. She’s doing that thing.

What thing?

That tongue thing.

Whattonguething?!

That tongue thing she does when she’s turned on…

Not very observant, are you?

What are you two talking about?

Look at her mouth, Ese.

Marc focused on your mouth for Steven. As expected, a tiny bit of your tongue peeked out from between your teeth.

Oh.

She does that when she wants you

Why are you paying attention to when she’s turned on?

Relájate idiota

Before Marc could respond, his head turned when he heard you mutter, barely a whisper. “As if you could outrun me, as if you could fight me off”

What the fuck?! What the fuck was that?!

She watches this movie a lot. She knows this scene line for line.

Jesus.

Marc thought the world of you. He thought you were incredibly intelligent, respected your opinions and loved to hear you speak so passionately about random subjects. He just couldn’t see what you saw in this stupid movie.

It’s comforting to her. She knows it like the back of her hand. To her, it’s predictable. Calming. You should know about that.

Marc saw his point.

You gonna hold her, or are you gonna let her wish it was the sparkly fucker instead?

Marc learned where you were sitting, causing you to turn and grin at him. You still looked at him like he hung the stars, which relieved him. Maybe Edward was a vampire who sparkled (?!?!?!) but you still loved him. For whatever reason.

You planted a kiss on his lips, Marc slipping his tongue into your mouth briefly before you pulled away, eyes flittering to the tv. “Thank you for watching Twilight with me, baby. I know it’s not how you’d like to spend a Saturday night.”

Marc pulled you over to him, easily lifting you up and into his arms. He settled back down, your head on the pillow and cuddled up on his lap. “As long as you’re here, I’ll watch twilight every night.”

Idiota! ¿por qué dirías que?!

I DON’T KNOW! I’M NOT GOOD AT THIS! I PANICKED!

If she wants to watch Twilight with me next week, you’re taking the body and I’m not distracting you.

I’m not either

Oh god damn it. Jake you’re back on my shit list.

What? Steven said it first, isn’t he on your shit list?

I’m his favorite

What, are we his kids now?

Jesus christ.

I mean, technically-

NO! NO! We are not having this conversation. Steven, you’re on my shit list.

Ha. follar y averiguar.

If I give you a little tip to distract her, will you take me off the shit list?

What do you got?

When the baseball scene comes she’s going to get really turned on. Like, an insane amount. She’s gonna start squirming. Everyone in that scene is gonna do it for her, but she especially loves Edward and Rosalie. When that happens, put your hands down her pants. She’ll drop everything for you to fuck her.

Jesus christ. What happened to Steven?

Great sex, that’s what. How long until the baseball scene.

Another half hour, probably

Marc groaned loudly in the headspace. Steven and Jake tried to keep him company.

When the baseball scene started, Steven told him to wait a minute so you work yourself up. Jake excused himself. When he felt you start to shift and wriggle her legs together (Steven was right, you really liked Rosalie), Marc slid a hand down your pants, eliciting a gasp.

His other hand that was wrapped under you spent a moment to caress your body as he teased your clit, making you body lurch in his grip.

“Marc…” You whispered.

“Shhhhh. Just watch your movie.”

What are you doing?

I’m gonna make her come on my fingers.

Yeah I get that, but you’re going to need to distract her from the movie. She’s only going to be thinking of Edward the whole time.

Marc slipped two fingers into her as his wandering hand put a hard grip on her left tit.

It’s fine. I just want her. If Twilight makes her happy, so be it.

You whimpered, eyes glued to the tv and breath shaking from his touch. The famed baseball scene played out before your eyes and you breath hitching when Jasper did the twirl with his bat.

Marc continued finger fucking you, swearing that your eyes were on Rosalies thighs more than anything. You swallowed hard, focusing on the music and his touch. When Alice saw the vision of the other 3 characters (have they been here before? Am I supposed to know them? Marc hadn’t been paying attention.) approached, He could feel you were getting close.

His left hand played with your nipples between his fingers as he tried to figure out what was happening. These must be the bad vampires, judging by the way everyone reacted. Jesus, no one in this movie can act casual for the life of them. The hand that had been on your breast moved up to your throat, causing you to buck against him, your body pleading for more. And god, did he give you more. Marc inserted a third finger and picked up the pace, carefully restricting your airflow as you watched the terrible movie. Finally, he let go of your throat and whispered “Come when you’re ready, baby”

He continued fingering you, paying less attention to the insane dialogue and more to the sounds her pussy made, so wet, so wet for him. One of the bad vampires must’ve said something, because Edward moved into a defensive stance around Bella. That’s when you came, pulsing around his fingers and writhing in his arms, your beautiful mouth gasping for air. He held you through it, fucking you through the orgasm and his other fingers skimming over your chest and stomach.

Marc had a theory you were turned on by being protected or feeling safe. That’s why you were so into Steven so early. He made you feel safe. You coming when Edward protected Bella? Well, that confirmed his theory.

Your hand moved back to touch Marc’s pants, but Marc stopped you. “Don’t worry about that. We got a movie to finish.” You sighed contently and settled into his lap.

I think this is what they call being 'pussy whipped'

He played with your hair and massaged your scalp for the rest of the movie. Now, if you wanted to get turned on when you felt safe, that’s fine by him. You are safe with Marc and Steven, and Jake it seemed. You were safe with them. They would never let anyone hurt you. They would do anything in their power to make you smile, make you laugh, make you cum. If that means buying an iced caramel macchiato every single day, that’s wonderful. If that means having you under him, writhing and sweaty and absolutely ruined? Yeah, that’s fantastic.

And god damn it, if that meant watching Twilight every night? Then shit, he’d learn it line for line.

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Is it lazy to repost chapters of my old fics?

Yes. But. who cares bc otherwise these scenes wouldn't have any reach outside of readers of the series.

I would like to take a sec to promo the series, its got an oc so i know its not for everyone and its long, but it deals with sa, sh, childhood trauma all that shit.

Thank you for reading ILY CLEEMMMMMMMMM

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lunadei · 2 years

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Imagine if Y/n bought Marc a Teddy to sleep with?

an: Omg can you imagine though? Like I can absolutely picture Steven accepting a Teddy from you, but Marc? I just had to write a little drabble :)

When Marc confided in you about his night terrors - a common trait shared by both him and Steven - you were unsettled to say the least. Marc was the tough one. Though anger often seeped through the cracks of his well-composed façade, he rarely conveyed the struggles which plagued his troubled mind. It was disconcerting to know the nights he spent without you in his arms were restless, daunting.

Perhaps it was the feeling of helplessness when you considered Marc's circumstances that spurred you to purchase the Teddy.

It was light yellow, made to look more like a little dog with a white stripe down its snout- reminiscent of the one Steven told you he'd cherished growing up. It was adorable. And while you were certain Steven would appreciate the sentiment, you worried Marc would find it absurd.

Not wanting Marc to think you were still dwelling on his turmoil, you had presented the teddy as somewhat of a joke.

"You know, I thought you could use a partner for your little escapades," you teased, presenting him with the teddy. You chose not to mention its connection to his past, considering his recollection of childhood was not as stellar as Steven's. "You know, someone to keep you warm at night when I can't."

A familiar, somber look passed over his face. For a moment, you feared the gift had provoked some horrible memory. Before you could snatch the gift from his hand and apologize profusely, a soft chuckle escaped from his lips.

"I mean, you could have just gotten me a sex doll if you're worried about me staying warm on my lonesome." You punched his shoulder, uttering a 'ew, mark!' before being swept into his arms. The teddy was forgotten on the flat's floor as Marc carried you to the bedroom.

It wasn't until several weeks later, after Marc returned from a particularly brutal mission, that you praised your purchase of the little stuffed dog.

Marc had texted you that he was home safe - a sign that he was utterly exhausted. Usually, he would already be at your apartment, pinning you against your worn mattress to release the remaining pent up adrenaline. Allowing him to rest, you elected to go to his flat, deciding would make him a home cooked meal while he slept.

As soon as you entered his humble abode, you could barely contain your surprised gasp. There, curled up on the couch with the little dog nestled between his arms, was Marc.

You tried to contain your laughter, truly you did. But the giggles bubbled out of you before you could register their intensity in the otherwise silent space. Marc's eyes fluttered open, scrambling from his position to stand alert, one hand still holding onto the teddy as if to throw it at you.

"Jesus, Y/n," he bellowed, dropping the teddy to his side. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah, I see you pulled out the big guns to fight the possible intruder." You pointed to the dog, noting his sheepish expression.

"No, no no, listen," he shook his head rapidly, throwing the stuffed dog onto the couch as if it were toxic. "Steven fell asleep with that, alright? And it was the closest thing to me. And I woke up out of a dead sleep. Not exactly a great combo."

"Uh-huh, sure, Marc," you teased, watching his eyes roll at your condescending tone. "I definitely believe you. Scout's honor."

"Oh, that's it. C'mere!" He jolted toward you, stalking after you as you raced away from his grip.

"See, told you the teddy was better than the sex doll," you shouted, furiously laughing as he chased you around the flat.

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thepaperpanda · 2 years

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The Loyal Priestess || Khonshu x fem!reader

Summary: as a newly appointed priestess in Khonshu's temple, you hold a great deal of responsibility. On one night, the God of the Moon decides to visit his followers in response to their profound prayers

Warnings: smut (deflowering)🔞 & the body of Marc is being taken over and fronted by Khonshu

Word count: 3575

Author: Cass & Rouge

A/N: the green sentences refer to Khonshu's speaking

It's an ancient ritual performed mostly by high priestesses because it was a skill that took a lot of practice, but you knew exactly what to do and weren't afraid of doing something wrong. Being a newly marked priestess in Khonshu's temple demanded a great deal of self-assurance, skill, and interior renunciation.

You had the honor of leading the opening prayer to the god himself that evening. "Our Lord, hear us out," you began, head bowed and hands pressed together in front of a massive stone figure depicting Khonshu standing proudly with his staff in his left hand. "We have gathered here to seek your protection, our Lord, and your enlightenment."

Marc could feel cold, unpleasant creeps running down his spine, causing him to shake and hiss visibly. "What the hell was that?" He exclaimed, perplexed as never before.

Of course, Khonshu was there with him, unconcerned by Marc's remark. "My followers are praying to me."

"Followers? Praying? To you? Do you still have them?" Marc inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course I do, worm! Who do you think I am?" snarled Khonshu.

"Excellent. I was simply inquiring. There's no need to be so aggressive," Marc sighed and rolled his eyes. "I just hope they're over soon. I don't like the way it feels," the man muttered, uncomfortably rolling his shoulders.

"They will as soon as I acknowledge their presence."

Marc didn't have time to react before the robes encircled him and he swooped up into the night sky, going to the source of chanting. He didn't like what he saw when he landed. This was the temple. The one where he lost his normal life and self.

Candles and incense filled the room with a soft glow and the scent of olive and lilac. Few wicked baskets filled with things like fruits, dates and furs were placed on the stone altar.

Khonshu's followers in the chamber were humming an old melody that matched the words of your fervent prayer. "Our Lord, Master of the Night Sky, please listen to us. Send us your light and wisdom, keep us safe from evildoers. We're offering our modest sacrifices for you, our Lord."

"Modest sacrifices? That sounds intriguing, I'm curious what those are," a loud voice could be heard echoing off the walls. Khonshu entered the chamber in Marc's body, overtaken by the god; Marc's eyes glistened with white light.

All of the followers knelt and bowed their heads to the person who entered the chamber.

You were the only one who raised your head slightly to look the creature in the eyes; eyes gleaming with light that highlighted the god's nature. In the process, you bowed your head and knelt on the sand as well. "My Lord, we are honored that you have chosen to illuminate us with your presence tonight. Long live, Khonshu!"

The greeting was loudly chanted by the rest of the followers.

"Finally, someone who understands how to respect me," Khonshu hummed proudly, smiling at everyone. "However, I think I should punish you all."

Chanting ended as soon as it started; the silence filled the chamber.

You dared to raise your head up, looking at the man with glistening eyes. "Did we do anything wrong, my Lord? If yes, please, say a word and we'll do our best to fix the error."

Khonshu chuckled deeply as he approached you. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "You want to know what your blunder is? Where have you been all these centuries? I can hear every prayer, and it has been quiet for many years."

A cold shiver jolted your body to its core, and you began to wonder if calling Khonsh was a good idea. "My Lord," you said as you looked into his glistening eyes, "We'd been praying to you all the time, on a regular basis. We'd never forgotten you or your deeds, my Lord, and we'd always admired your wisdom."

He squeezed your chin between his fingers. "Human, don't lie to me!" He yelled. "I couldn't hear any of you praying for years! You've dared to arrive at my temple and now you're selling me a lie!"

"My Lord," you said quietly, trying not to aggravate the deity, "How could I lie to you in your temple? I would never do so. Some of your older priestesses have passed away, they were old and died of old age or were killed in the civil war going on," you elaborated. "My Lord, I and those gathered here tonight are from a new generation. Perhaps our prayers were not loud enough for you to hear."

"Maybe they weren't. You will all try to do better from now on," Khonshu demanded. "What about the offerings? I'm interested in what mortals like you brought me."

You waited for him to let go of your chin, and when he did, you went to the altar and pointed to the wicked baskets. "We don't have much to offer you, my Lord, but we'd like to give you our best. Our crops provide the fruits and dates, and our animals provide the furs. We also have the best wine in Egypt, fresh olives, and gold, all for you, our Lord Khonshu."

"That's all?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Some poor fruits and old wine?”

You bowed your head and knelt again. "This is all we have, my Lord. As I said, we can't offer you much more than our faith in you."

"And what do you think I'm going to do with it?" Khonshu inquired, looking at you. "I am the god! Not some pitiful, mortal being like you all or that meat puppet I had to use to see you. I'm not interested in wine or food."

You bowed your head even more, being afraid to look at the god. "Forgive us, my Lord. Please, have mercy!"

"You dare to refer to yourself as my follower? My old priestess, they were the ones who always knew what to offer!" Khonshu yelled angrily, his voice echoing off the walls.

A single tear rolled down your cheek; you were truly terrified with the god being angry with you. "Forgive me, my Lord. What can I do to fix this?"

He gave you a low chuckle as he looked at you. You were a lovely, little thing as for a priestess. He could make good use of his ability to gain complete control over Marc. "I'll tell you what I want as a gift, and you'll grant it to me."

"Of course, my Lord, I'm here to fulfill all of your wishes."

"Clean the altar," Khonshu ordered, waving his hand.

As he wished, you took all the baskets off the altar.

Khonshu turned to face the others. "Tonight, you all let me down. I have nothing else to say to you, worms, no blessings or encouraging words. Leave. Everyone except you," his gaze fixed on you again.

His strong voice echoing off the stone walls made you shiver once more as you watched your fellow citizens get up and leave with bowed heads.

You dared to look at God after everyone else had left the chamber except you. "Your wish, my Lord, is my command."

Khonshu was overjoyed. Finally, someone was listening to him and acting in accordance with his wishes. "I want you as an offering."

You tilted your head and blinked few times. "Excuse me, my Lord? You want me? In what meaning?"

"You good know. You seem like a smart girl."

Your brow furrowed. "Oh, Lord... I think I know what you're thinking about, but I can't give you what you want because I've never done those things before, and I don't want to disappoint you. We have a lot of lovely ladies, just say the word and I'll bring one over."

"I want no one else but you," Khonshu said, gently taking a lock of your hair between his fingers. "You are young and attractive."

"My Lord," you whispered and closed your eyes at the touch of his warm, calloused hand. "I see. Your wish is my command, but I'm scared of letting you down."

"You'll do fantastic, I'm confident you will, little priestess," Khonshu gave you his assurance. "Now. Remove those robes."

You nodded and began taking off your clothes. You began by slipping the sleeves of your long, beige gown, revealing your bare chest and round breasts. Second, you pushed the silky material of the dress down your body, allowing it to fall to your ankles. You stood fully naked in front of the god in human form with hesitation.

One of his hands boldly cupped your breast. "So soft and pleasant," he claimed as his thumb rubbed your nipple, which hardened within the seconds. "My precious, little priestess. Little, innocent thing, you belong to me."

You gasped quietly when his calloused palm cupped your breast, squeezing it. You looked up at the man with your eyes wide open, sighing. "Whatever you order, my Lord. I'm yours."

Khonshu nodded before grabbing one of the furs brought as an offering and tossing it over the stone altar. "Lay down."

You climbed the altar and did as he asked - you laid on your back, rubbing your thighs together, attempting to cover your breasts with your arms crossed lightly across your chest. As you looked up at him with sparkles in your eyes, your Y/H/C hair spilled over the fur.

Khonshu smiled and gently kissed your lips before moving the kisses to your neck and then collarbone.

"My Lord," you whispered lightly, your head rolled back a little, providing him with better access. "Can I touch you?"

"You can," he whispered into your ear.

You gasped quietly and put your hands to his arms, your heart beated faster when you sensed his tensed muscles under the shirt he was wearing. Soon, you moved one of your arms around his neck and begged him for another kiss.

"Little priestess, you're so needy. Your desires will be granted tonight," Khonshu hummed and gladly pressed his lips against your cheek, cupping one of your cheeks.

You shifted in his arms, giving the kiss back, letting your tongue slip past his lips, tasting him and imagining all of the things he was about to do to you.

Soon after, he drew back and began undressing himself before joining you on the altar.

You watched his perfectly shaped body, wondering if the man he picked for his avatar was someone random. If yes, Khonshu had a very good taste.

"Do you like what you're seeing, little one? I wouldn't choose a random mortal as my avatar," Khonshu reassured you, just as he would be able to hear your thoughts, and kissed your neck again, this time moving down to your chest and wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples.

You grabbed by the edge of the altar and arched your back a little, moaning at the feeling. With a little, hesitant smile, you nodded your head. "Yes, my Master, I like everything I see," your tone was nothing more than a whisper. "My Lord Khonshu, please."

"Please what? Use your words."

"I want you to..." Your voice cracked as you blushed hardly; realization hit your mind clouded already with overwhelming pleasure. "I want you."

"So now you want me? I was sure you're terrified of this. You're not anymore?" He hummed as he moved his hand down your body.

"I've never been so scared in my life, my Lord, but I trust in you, I trust in everything you do," you assured Khonshu, your cheeks flushed.

Khonshu moved between your legs with a low laugh. He picked your legs up and set them on his shoulders, then began to place kisses and bites on the inside of your thighs.

You moaned quietly, arching your back slightly and sucking your lower lip in. You initially felt compelled to run your hands through his hair, but quickly dismissed the thought as too daring. His lips on your thighs felt like a blazing fire, and you couldn't stop being vocal about how good he made you feel. "Please, My Lord, I need to feel you," you pleaded quietly.

He decided to grant your wish and gently sucked his lips around your clit, observing your reaction carefully.

Your back arched even more as a loud moan escaped your lips. Your hands slid down instinctively to meet his palms on your hips; you placed your hands on top of his rough ones. "I've never felt anything like it..."

His fingers intertwined with yours, squeezing your hand. Khonshu didn't respond to your words, but he continued to eat you like a starving man.

Your moans became louder; you barely could bear the tight knot forming in your abdomen. "Khonshu, my Lord, please, I want more!" You begged, holding stronger onto his palms.

"Is that so, my little priestess? And what do you want?"

You bit your lip. "I want to do this, but I've never... You'll have to guide me, my Lord."

"Do what? Use your words or I won't please you," Khonshu continued the teasing.

You propped yourself on elbows and looked at him; he looked perfectly sweet with his head between your thighs. "I want you to take me, my Lord."

He got off the altar and began to completely undress himself, tossing the pants and Marc's boxers to the side. Then he returned to you and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

Of course, you watched him with your heart beating fast and strong within your chest, like a tiny animal trapped in a cage trying to escape danger. When he removed his boxer shorts, his already rock-hard cock sprung free and stood proudly against his abdomen, making you blush and gasp. You did just what he expected you to do. With a moan, you pulled him into a kiss. "My Lord..." You whispered. "I'm all yours."

"Of course you are. You're my sweet, little priestess," Khonshu agreed, gently pushing inside of you so as not to injure you too much with his force.

You rolled your eyes back and let out a quiet scream mixed with a moan, your eyes close shut and you hissed at the sudden feeling of being stretched out painfully. "Ah!"

Khonshu smiled wryly as he observed your body's reaction to him. Your little whimpers and arched back were adorable. He'll definitely miss it once Marc is back in charge.

You wrapped your palm around one of his hands placed by either of your sides, then looked up at him, right into his eyes. "It.... hurts and stings..."

His palm moved over your belly and lover. "Hush. Just breathe, relax."

You followed God's instructions and went a little quiet. It didn't last long though - the pleasure and knot developing in your abdomen were impossible to ignore, igniting the lust in your soul. Your palm squeezed his hand, and other one wrapped around his neck as he kept on thrusting into you. Soon, you were moaning for him like all those whores you've heard about from your friends visiting public houses.

"You're a good girl. My dear priestess. You will be the only person to ever experience this," Khonshu murmured as he began to move his hips carefully while still stroking your belly with his calloused palm.

You looked at his face; the man whose body the god was using was dangerously handsome, with dark, brown eyes and fluffy, dark hair. "Kiss me," you whispered.

He couldn't say no to you, so he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he quickened his pace.

With a loud moan and overwhelming dizziness, you rolled head back when the kiss broke and let him fuck you the way he wanted. You wrapped your legs around his waist to guide him deeper into your dripping cunt.

He continued to fuck you hard and deep, kissing you on the neck. "My tiny priestess. You're taking good care of your god."

Holding tightly onto his neck, you moaned loudly. "Can we, ah! Try some else? I want to be on top."

Khonshu chuckled proudly before flipping you both over so you were on top of him. His hands were pressed against your hips, squeezing the tender flesh.

You began rolling your hips, smacking them back and forth, resting both hands against his broad chest, quietly moaning whenever his cock hit the right spot within you. "It feels divine, so good."

"Good. Excellent work. Please me, little priestess," Khonshu praised you, moving his body slightly to match your movements.

You increased your movements, moaning louder and louder. After leaning forward, you placed your palm to one of his cheeks and kissed him deeply, your tongues dancing together in a slow, passionate dance. "I feel so full, it's unbelievable."

"This is insignificant. I will continue to fill you up, little human. You'll be so full of me that you'll never forget how it feels," Khonshu assuredly moved his hand to your clitoral region. He began to play with your bundle of nerves, watching your reaction.

Your curses filled the chamber; your head rolled back and your pace quickened. His clit teasing didn't help at all, it only heightened the sensation. With a loud scream, the knot in your abdomen ruptured, and incredible wetness floated down, coating his member still buried within your tight cunt. "Oh, fuck!"

Khonshu continued to praise you while thrusting into you in order to quickly fill your nice, tight cunt with his hot load. He used all of his strength to flip the two of you again, to pick up the pace even more, chasing his own release; he hadn't felt so needy and desperate in centuries. When your pussy was still clenching around his shaft rhythmically, his cock throbbed painfully, triggering his orgasm, and he spilled all of his warm seed deep into you with nothing but a curse rolling off his parted lips. ”Fuck. Fantastic. My precious, little priestess. You made your god happy."

You tried to raise your body to kiss him once again. The wetness in you was unbearable and you didn't really want to move to not get rid of the pleasant feeling of warmth and thickness.

While returning the kiss, he almost purred into it. His arm wrapped around your waist with a soft hum, his hand gently tucking some of your hair behind your ear, and he grabbed your chin to take one more good look at you. "You're a lovely, little thing. Even though it was your first time, you did not let me down."

"Did I do well, my Lord?" You asked in a soft tone, putting your head to his chest; his cock still buried in you. "You've made me the happiest person alive, my Lord. I'm grateful and I will never forget it. Can I just have one question?"

"What is it, my beautiful?”

"Can you take me with you? I will give my life to serve you in the afterlife."

"This isn't going to happen," he said simply, playing with your hair. "There are some things I need to take care of myself. Besides, I require the presence of my priestess here."

"My Lord, will I ever see you again then? Or was I daydreaming?"

"If you serve me well, priestess, I will visit you again, and you weren't daydreaming, I assure," Khonshu said as he kissed your cheek. "You are mine now."

"I've been yours since the day I was born, my Lord," you shivered, grumping quietly at the emptiness as he pulled his dick out. As quickly as possible, you put your robes on, gaze lowered to not bother Khonshu.

Khonshu slowly sat up and began gathering his belongings in preparation for dressing up. "Are there any more requests, little one?"

"How could I request anything from you, my Lord? Your wisdom and presence is the best thing that happened to me, my Lord Khonshu. I, your faithful priestess, will preach your word even harder."

"And this shall grant you my visit again," Khonshu's laughter spilled all over the chamber.

Marc awoke in his bed, perplexed as he had never been before. He was uneasy and felt bad in general.

He remembered going to see Khonshu's followers, but there was a gap in his memory. "Khonshu! What the fuck?! How come I can't remember anything!"

The god appeared, sitting on the bed, holding the staff. "We came across my followers, led by a dedicated, young priestess. What did you expect?"

"That I will remember a fucking thing!" Marc growled loudly.

"We took part in a little ritual. Don't bother yourself with that. Did you rest?"

"I guess," Spector muttered, rubbing his forehead. ”Shall I be worried?"

"Why?"

"I have no recollection of anything. Who knows what you did while in control of my body."

"Who do you take me for, Marc? Have you forgotten? Your body is mine, you agreed to that on your own."

"Still, you took control of my body and played with it like a puppet," Marc shrugged and flopped back onto the bed, slipping hands under his head.

"As I said, your body belongs to me. And if you only saw her," Khonshu said quietly to himself. "We'll get back there eventually. To keep my followers focused, I must remind them from time to time who they worship."

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melodygatesauthor · 7 months

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Hot Water

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @blueflowerhat

Thank you for being patient and waiting since APRIL 27th for me to get this done haha. You're the real MVP.

Summary

You and your boyfriend Marc have some steamy shower sex.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, smut, shower sex, p in v creampie, pwp, rough sex, Marc gets pretty rough so like...just know that.

Word Count: 754

“It’s my turn to wash you now honey,” Marc said, eyes hooded and full of a lust as he looked down at you, water trickling over his broad shoulders from the showerhead.

You bit your lip, feeling his hands, gentle but calloused, trailing over your soft skin, slick with lavender scented soap. You watched with him nothing but adoration in your eyes as he took his time, as though he were savoring the feeling of your body as his hands explored every inch. He worked his way over your collarbone, down your shoulders, until eventually he landed on your breasts. He cupped them in each palm, brushing a thumb over your nipples softly, inciting a soft, breathy moan to slip past your lips.

“M-Marc,” you whined leaning into him, lips grazing the tanned, wet skin on his neck.

“Shh baby,” he pushed you back a little while he ran his hands over you, rinsing the soap from your body, “just relax for me.”

You exhaled heavily, letting yourself go pliant under his gentle caress. A deep sigh of arousal escaped his lips just before he slotted them over yours. Marc grazed his tongue against the seam of your mouth softly, begging you to let him in. The moment you did, he grabbed the back of your head, making you stiffen in response.

“Don’t tense up on me honey,” his free hand trailed down over your stomach, his middle finger stopped just at the tip of where your body split in two.

You shuddered at his touch, “o-okay,” you tried to relax, but the way his finger slid further between your folds made it impossible.

You moaned deeply, arching your back as the pad of his finger touched your clit. Your body shook, arousal built up so high you felt like you could come with the smallest bit of friction. Marc could feel it, the way your cunt contracted over nothing, hungry for anything he could provide. He was impossibly hard, thick cock prodding your abdomen.

“God…fuckin’ need you,” he said in a low growl, pushing you against the shower wall roughly and lifting you just high enough to plunge his fat cock into your soaking wet heat.

You shrieked out a gasp, going from empty to full in one fell swoop. Marc leaned into the nape of your neck and huffed loudly in your ear at the same pace as his thrusts. You grabbed onto his shoulders for stability, though his grip was so tight you could’ve gone limp and he still would’ve been able to hold you up.

“You’re always so tight for me baby, a perfect fit every-fucking-time-fuck!”

The sounds escaping you were a combined moaning scream, and he wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Marc leaned forward more, taking one of his hands off your body and pressing it against the cool tile behind you. He shifted, hitting you deeper, something you were certain couldn’t possible until you felt it. You cried out even louder while he slammed against that spot deep inside you that made your body electrify.

“Marc too much!”

“Shh, you’re fine…” He said, continuing to snap his hips against you at an unforgiving pace, “you’re fine.”

“Too fast Marc!”

He held onto you tightly, lowering you both down into the tub and putting your body underneath his. He used one hand to cover your mouth, and the other to grab your hip, going back to jackhammering himself into your cunt over and over again. You felt your eyes rolling back in your head, and your vision starting to fade as the heat pooled in your core. Instinctively you were wriggling, trying to get away from the relentless pounding, but internally your mind was white, so close to exploding. You weren’t going to last much longer, not at this rate.

“Mmph honey you feel so good, you feel so fucking good around my cock. Your little hole is so soft, so warm I…oh god…f-fuck!”

As Marc’s cock twitched, spilling hot cum into your needy cunt, your walls contracted around him, squeezing out every last drop you could. He kept fucking you through your climax, keeping your mouth covered and muffling your screams that a neighbor might mistake for someone crying bloody murder.

Marc’s entire body shook as he pulled back, cock acting like a plug as it popped out of you and leaked his spend out onto the tub floor. He chuckled and kissed your cheek, moving to whisper in your ear.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…again.”

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360iris · 1 year

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Hello my darling Loeeeee

May I request a Drabble/fic/anything of any of the moon boys + one bed trope and cuteness ensues 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 SFW or NSFW, up to you and whatever you feel 💞💞💞

Xoxo

Précis | marc spector x reader

1.2k word count. Thank you for requesting Mona-aaa!! This was really fun to write, and I definitely made myself laugh a little harder than I maybe should’ve. This m/c is so awkward, and a bit of a weird, like me.

A/N: I know it seems like I’ve been gone on a two to three month writing hiatus, but I promise you guys I’ve been occupied with getting a beast of a Steven Grant one-shot done. The only hint I’m giving is that it was so, so, so close to making it to 20k— In the meantime, please forgive me with this little nugget.

I feel unbelievably rusty so this is also the perfect time to announce that my inbox requests are open and anon is an option again~~~

Marc pushes into the motel room, face stern and turning graver by the second as he takes in the one queen-sized bed room with no couch and one, singular sitting chair.

“That asshole.” He grumbles, attempting to pull back the recliner only to discover it went back a maximum of five inches. “I asked for two beds, you heard me ask for two.”

You sway in place by the entrance, body weak and bruised from the day you’d spent running around Cairo. Currently too distracted by your heavy eyelids and the pain in your aching muscles to care about such a small inconvenience.

“With what little Arabic I understand, I definitely heard you say ‘two’. That’s about it though.” You reply mid stretch, twisting your upper body in hopes of relieving some knot or unseen string of pain.

He releases the back of the chair, done with attempting to make it go further than it was capable of. “I’m going to talk to him.”

“Whatever you do, don’t get us kicked out. I will unleash an unfathomable world of fury, the likes of which you have never seen if I have to walk anymore today.”

“You’re threatening me?” He asks, turning from the door, arching a thick brow.

“Threats are outdated, that was a promise. A declaration of war if you cross me and my joints.” You clarify sleepily, not much of an intimidating threat to anyone, let alone him as you unlaced your shoes. Perched on the edge of the recliner.

“Uh-huh.” He snorts with the smallest sliver of humor. “I’ll talk to him, even though I should shove my foot up his—“

“Language.” You chide, arching a brow at him. “Remember, diplomatic mindset. Or else it’ll be me you’ll have to worry about.”

“Shut up.” He says with a roll of his eyes, the door clicking behind him just as you go to reply—

“Uh, rude!”

—

In his absence and finally free of your shoes, you close the distance between you and the bed. Face planting into the dark tones of the intricately designed duvet. Your eyes shutting contently before you even make contact with the plush mattress.

For as much of an inconvenience as it was, at least it turned out to be comfortable.

Marc returns three and half hours later, stirring you awake as he enters the room with a see-through plastic bag filled with stacked styrofoam containers.

Rubbing your eyes, you move just enough to look at the clock on the wall before turning your attention back to him, cheek pressing back into the duvet.

“Did you check that for bed bugs?” He asks evenly, pointing at the mattress.

“No.” You answer with a wide yawn. “But nothing’s bit me so far, I’ll count that as a win.”

“Manager was a no-go, got takeout instead. Move over.” Marc nudges your leg, making you take up less of the bed you’d been sprawled out against for the last few hours— you scoot over without fuss.

“I don’t know why you cared so much, we’ve had to share much smaller.” Your words come out mumbled, burying your face into your folded arms as he lays down beside you.

“I thought you never wanted to talk about that.” He asks quietly, resting on his back, head tilting to look at you.

“I never said that.”

“You never said anything about it actually.” He retorts. “We just… never talked about it.”

“Talked about our feelings? When have we ever?” You snort. Getting anything out of Marc regarding any personal matter was akin to pulling teeth. You would’ve guessed it physically pained him to acknowledge he was even capable of emotion.

“About us having sex.” His eyes are trained on your face, not diverting an inch as he speaks the words. Your jaw slackens, eyes flitting to literally anything else in the room but him. “See. You’re doing it.”

“Doing what?”

“Exactly what I thought you would. You actually cringed just now.”

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“Look, I say that I didn’t. But it’s got less to do with you, and more to do with… I don’t know. It’s just weird, okay?”

“We’ve had sex. I’ve literally been inside of you,” —your face scrunches for a split second. “and you’re saying you’re weirded out by the word? You just did it again.”

“Don’t judge me! And I didn’t do anything, you just didn’t have to say it like that!” Your brows knit defensively, lips fixing into a pout as you begin to move away from him. “You can’t do feelings, I get grossed out by a word. I think one is inherently harder to deal with than the other.

He stops you from getting far, extending an arm around your waist. “Well now it sounds like you’re the one judging me.” He muses, a smirk working its way onto his face despite himself.

Eyes narrowing, you force your face to cooperate. “Don’t make me smile, Marc Spector. I’m mad at you.”

“For what?” He asks, leaning in closer.

“For bothering me while I’m tired! Some of us common folk still experience fatigue.” You tilt your head away as he leans in to kiss you, stopping him by placing your fingers over his mouth, your arms squished against his chest from how close he’s holding you to him.

“You wouldn’t have to do anything.” He speaks his offer against your fingers before grabbing your hand, tenderly kissing the tips in a way that makes you faintly whine. “Could take care of you like this.”

When you don’t reply, he takes it as leave to continue, extending a hand to rub the backs of your thighs. “You were so wet for me last time, baby. Bet you’re soaked for me today too.” Your thighs attempt to clench but he stops you, pulling your legs open just enough so that you have no way to relieve the tension gradually building from his words alone.

“You gonna let me feel you?” He asks, as though he didn’t already have you fitted against him. His left arm wrapped around your shoulders, effectively tucking you into his side while his right hand was wedged between your legs, propping you open.

“Hurry up.” You urge impatiently, resting your head against his chest.

With your hands fitted under your chin, you look down to where he wordlessly pops open your shorts. The older man deftly pulls down the zipper before slipping his large hand down the front of your undies.

Your lips part, releasing a quiet gasp as the rough pads of his fingers massage your clit, the firm drag of his touch causing you to ease against him.

“That’s it, huh, sweet girl?” He mumbles into the top of your head as he finds a steady pace. The rare sentiment making you keen. “Right there? That’s where you like it, baby?”

“Mhm- Marc.”

Lifting his left hand from your shoulder he coaxes you to look at him, thumb brushing against your cheek. “Want to look at you.” Is all he mumbles as his fingers trail down to your entrance, soaking up the way your lips part, brows knit and eyes begin to glaze over as he slips two digits inside of you.

“You become so nice when I have you like this. Love being full of me, don’t you? How’s it make you feel?”

“Good, hah- fuck.”

“Yeah?” He asks, curling his fingers in just the right way that you’re moaning audibly, body momentarily thrumming from how he works your walls until they’re soft and malleable. Finding your g spot and focusing on it exclusively. “Tell me more.”

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lunathebee · 1 year

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I got sick, and my brain said it's time to get sad about Steven Grant (so that's exactly what I'm doing)

Do you know why I cried? I cried because I asked myself, "Has Steven ever cried from anything?"

Did he ever cry because he got home and the house was empty and filled with darkness?

Did he ever cry because he wondered why his mom never spoke a word to him?

Did he ever cry because of how hard the job at the museum is?

Did he ever cry because he couldn't even enjoy a good night's sleep like a normal person?

Did he cry himself to sleep on days that were just a little too much for him?

I don't know which situation would be more heartbreaking: if he cried over everything or if he never shed a tear.

The more I think about it, the more I want to tell him, "It's okay to cry; it doesn't make me love you any less" and give him a hug. I know he would be surprised at first, feeling how tight my embrace is, then having the hesitation to hug me back, and finally... accepting it.

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traveller-of-the-knight · 9 months

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@marisferasiop, you're amazing!

But doesn't because he secretly loves that bear too and it gives him comfort!

They both use it to ground themselves, and talk to it when they're feeling like they're about to burst into tears.

Marc of course has difficulties, falling asleep in his apartment storage place were he doesn't have anything else to hug -not even Layla. So he just takes the bear of the keys and hugs it tight to fall asleep, talking to it about his day like he used to do with her.

And for a moment he feels safe, safe enough to fall asleep anyway... Remembering what love feels like.

After that Steven subconsciously names it "Laylo" and reads French poetry to him, like Layla used to do with Marc.

He once put Laylo on Gus's tunk but Gus got scared. So he decided their friendship wasn't meant to be.

...But when he woke up "next morning" he saw a tiny chair next to the tank and Laylo was sitting on it! It felt like Steven's friends where getting along quite well. But how? He started to question wether or not Toy Story is a work of fiction, after that day.

Well the truth was... Jake was getting attached to Laylo too!!

Comment if you want to be tagged in part 2 ✨

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softlyspector · 1 year

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Hello there!

If it’s not too much trouble, I would like to request prompt no. 2 “Using your hand to lift up their face to check for any injury, when you notice how pretty their eyes are, causing you to blush” and prompt no. 8 “Staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor” with the Moon Knight system (or any of the Moon boys of your choice, really)?

No pressure though love, thank you so much for sharing your stories with us! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you! Here's Jake and Steven + some tenderness

They let you fuss over them.

Really, they like the attention, all three of them like the weight of your gaze, the careful brush of your fingers. You treat them like they're delicate, but in a way that's good.

Like you aren't afraid they're broken or breaking, but that you will if something happens to them.

You frown, working a washcloth over their face, the material a rusted red when you pull it away.

Steven follows you with his eyes, watching the slow, sure, steady movement of your fingers. Hands that even Marc has never doubted, felt fear of.

You rinse out the cloth, pink washing down the sink, before you turn and tilt Steven's face up. "Look at the state of you," you murmur. "Jake promised me you would be careful. What happened?"

Steven doesn't have an answer for you, his mouth falling open at the sight of you, so worried even as you gripe at them. He meets your eyes, watches the shift and sparkle, watches you avert your gaze, flustered as you drag your thumb across the cut on his cheek.

"We can't always help it," Steven says gently, taking your hands in his. "Really, we aren't trying to get hurt. We don't like seein' you upset."

You smile, meet his gaze again. "I know you don't," you tug on his shirt. "Off."

He shifts, shucking out of the shirt so you can fuss over another cut along his shoulder.

Jake is grumbling, jealousy peaking because he'd been the one to sustain the injuries and here you were - sweet and kind and caring - and not looking at him. Of course, he doesn't deserve it, he's glad Steven is getting the attention, but he'd really like to be the one getting patched up for once, held for once.

Marc is quiet, walled off from them, guilt surging whenever he focuses on you too closely.

Steven catches at your wrist when you move to clean the cut. Your eyes snap to his, that rattled look overcoming your features again, like they fluster you. You fidget, curl your fingers back around his. "You okay?"

"We're alright, love," Steven reassures you. "Really."

"I'd like to stay tonight," you blurt. "I know you heal quickly, but it'll make me feel better."

"We'll never say no to that, darling," he dips his head to kiss your palm. "Thank you for taking care of us."

"I'm not going to say 'anytime' because I'd rather not have to," you turn and reach for the saline to clean the cuts, then dab ointment onto the bruises, the shallower scrapes.

Jake is vibrating, positively irritated now.

Of them all, he's the most starved for touch. He'd hated it at first, until he hadn't anymore.

Before Steven can think better of it, he let's himself be pushed away from the front.

"Mi amor," Jake says, relishing the kiss of your skin against his, the very careful handling you show him. "I'm sorry."

"What happened?"

Jake shrugs, nonchalant. "I do what I have to."

"As long as you come home," you touch his cheek and he leans into it, puts the weight of his head fully in your palms. "That's all that matters."

It's even better when you lean your forehead into his, the act weirdly intimate. He sucks in a breath, inhales the scent of your skin, the coconut smell of your lotion, the lingering iron of their blood.

You don't kiss him but that's okay, because your hands pet along his shoulders, over the wounds that should sting. But your hands are clean and strong and good, and it's enough.

"Okay," you pull away. "I think I'm done with you."

Something in him sinks.

You continue, "I don't know if you heard, but I'd like to stay. Just for tonight. For me. I know you can protect yourselves."

Jake isn't used to someone wanting to protect him, worrying about him. And of course he wants you to stay.

You hand him a clean shirt, gathering up the bloody one Steven had taken off. "You should change and shower." You frown, "And you'll need to reapply the cream-,"

"You can do it."

You pause, blink at him for a long moment. "Of course," you smile, brush one hand against his forehead. "Shower. I'll make up the couch."

"Couch? No. Bed."

Again, you seem confused, like Jake might want you any less than the other two. "Are you sure?"

"Sí, corazón," he answers.

You tilt your head, the start of a smile on your lips. "Okay. It'll be easier to monitor you," you coo, touching him again, the curve of his jaw.

"Exactly," he agrees, leaning into the warmth of you again.

Later, when he's tucked against you, your fingers curling through the still damp curls of his hair, he'll think that getting hurt is almost worth it, if it got them this.

#steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight drabble

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