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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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Steven Grant - Yandere Edition - Random Horny Thots #1 - Claiming

NSFW - NON-CON WARNING - Virgin Reader

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Steven's been watching you for a long time, so imagine his excitement when he finally has you tied up, wrists stuck to the headboard and your mouth wrapped in duct tape. You're crying so hard while he's pressing himself against your tight and never broken entrance. He's prodding gently, feeling the resistance of your hole. His eyes are crazed with excitement. A trickle of drool is spilling down his chin.

"Oh love, no one's been in here before have they?" His face turned into an affectionate smile, "you've been savin' y'self just f'me? Darling, that makes me feel so special."

You're crying, and internally begging him to let you go, but he doesn't seem to care...or maybe he likes it.

He has the fat, bulbous tip of his cock in here. He can feel it stretch a little, and your screams get a little louder. He bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement. He pushes forward, feeling the way your tight hole gives out and tears around him. You shriek again, sobs getting heavier as you struggle.

"Now, now love. You're alright, shhhh," he grabs your hips tightly and leans in, kissing your tearstained cheeks.

Steven's enjoying it so much, listening to your little cries, but even more than that he enjoys the way your blood is painting his cock when he looks down at where your bodies are joined. He’s surprised at how wide he’s split you open, seeing your little pussy lips gripping around his cock so tightly. It’s almost too tight, but it feels so fucking good. You cry again; fresh sobs falling down your cheeks and soaking the pillow under your head.

“S’alright love, I know…” He leans forward, reaching his arms around your back and pulling you close, kissing just below your earlobe softly. “I’m happy too, so happy that you’ve given this to me. What a gift you are.”

He shudders, feeling such a sense of pride for being the only man to have you, and the only man to make you sound like this. You were crying tears of joy, he knew it had to be true. The noises were too good to be anything else. Of course you were a little pained, but it would feel better soon. You were meant to take him, it had to feel good.

He leaned back, lifting the backs of your legs and pushing your knees up by your head. He could see you all spread out now. He could watch your cunt swallowing around him. He could see the blood all over his length. He could hear you screaming louder in this new position, this tighter position.

“That’s it love, feels good dunnit? Yeah, bet it does. You like a bit of pain don’t you?”

All he can hear other than your muffled cries is the wetness between both of your bodies. Your cunt and his cock are drenched in fluids; a cocktail made up of your arousal, blood, and his precum, which you were certain he had a steady stream of since he started his assault.

When Steven comes, it’s messy, and he’s squeezing you so hard you think you might suffocate. His body is shaking, breath huffing out in sharp, short gusts, and he’s telling you how lucky you are to have someone like him giving you his all. No one else will ever love you like he can, and no one else will ever care for you the way he does.

“There love…” he says, wiping away your tears, “now you’re all mine. Molded your little cunt to fit around me perfectly.”

And with that, you belong to him, forever and always…

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spider-biter · 2 years

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Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3 🌙🌙🌙

A/N: I’ve been stuck with this in my head for the past 4 days.…. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! Also thank you for correcting my misspelling of mierda as Mérida 😭😭😭 embarrassing 😳

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- Steven loves old vintage things, he often wonders into antique stores to just “look around”

- he spends 50 dollars.

- Jake cannot stand waiting. man is literally impatient AF

- “15 minutes till the next train???! Mierda, let’s just fucking walk”

- cooking for him is his love language

- he will literally sob on the inside if you even show interest in his cultural food

- Marc is the same way

- one time you made him Rugelach and he was a MESS

- “baby it’s not even that good-“ “ITS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT AND- AND I LOVE YOU-“ “ok”

- Steven loves that you know so much about their cultures and interests

- he also appreciates how you avoid meat when he’s fronting

- when you first ordered a tofu taco on a date with him he immediately felt guilty, like he was pressuring you or something

- “love- no it’s ok! you can eat meat I don’t care!”

- “darling, if this is important to you then it is important to me. plus tofu is literally the best so it’s no problem! :)”

- oml he is going to COLLAPSE

- they always appreciate that you know how to comfort them whenever they are triggered or have a nightmare

- Steven needs to be grounded, so you take his hands and hold him close to you. Rubbing circles on his back, telling him that you’re right here, it’s ok, you’re fine. he often falls asleep with his head on your chest with your hands in his hair

- Marc fluctuates between quiet dissociation and physical panic

- when he’s quiet you make sure to interact. asking him questions like how was your day, do you want tea, how many sugars, any cream? just so he is forced to stay as much out of his head as he can

- (even though you can probably make his favorite tea ((thank you stevens Brit influence)) blindfolded)

- if it’s physical it’s a lot harder. You know that Marc would probably sink deeper if he ever accidentally hurt you so you just try to make him look at you. The 5-4-3-2-1 rule works best to get him out of it. He usually goes quiet after one, staring into nothing. Usually you just kind of sit near and around him, trying to get him back to the present (Think of that one scene in the asylum where he just looks exhausted)

- Jake just needs his space. You respect that. One of you normally leaves to give the other some space. You understand and respect that it’s not a you thing, just a ‘I think if I am touched or talked to I will literally fall over this edge that I am on’ thing.

- he normally apologizes (even though you told him it’s ok) and is super lovey dovey & touchey for the next couple of hours after

- speaking of touchey

- they all LOVE to hold you

- steven found out that holding hands with you and swinging them back and forth dramatically makes you giggle

- especially if he skips with you while doing it (he has done it twice and both times you felt your heart explode with love!)

- he loves holding your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your palm to calm each other down

- and whenever you get up in the middle of the night to pull him out of his studies/work he softly kisses your knuckles as an apology, whispering things in French

- LORD

- you guys also rest against each others foreheads in moments of silence, just enjoying the closeness of your love

- Jake is a spinner!

- he’ll grab your arm and immediately spin you around, no matter what you’re doing.

- you always scream out of surprise even though he’s done this forever

- he also loves to dip you

- “no need to be scared mi corazón, I’ll never drop you 😤💪❤️” 🤨🤨 “what about that one time at-” “shhhh mi vida no es importante”

- Jake loves having his hands on you in a “mine” way

- but you do the exact same for him

- but he likes to come up behind you and run his hands all over your body while kissing your jawline. “So lovely” “so beautiful” “y todo mío” (that last one made your knees jelly)

- Marc has such an obsession with physical touch

- for the first 6-8 months, he was really scared of touching you. he never got physical love as a child and was always scared he’d break you because of it

- but one day he fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie you guys were watching

- and damn. The peace he felt was similar to how he felt in the field of reeds tbh

- ANYWAYS

- one day you both started just hooking arms with the other and skipping around in a circle

- it’s a cowboy jig

- yeehaw

- Marc also is obsessed with giving you piggyback rides, even if you are scared AS HELL!

- yes Marc Spector has run with a fully grown adult on his back yelling “MARC WHAT THE FUCK?” In Central Park. what abt it

- he loves to let you rest your head on his shoulder.

- he’s a big face guy??? Like he brushes away hair, pecks your cheeks, wipes away tears.

- he’s very gentle all the time and loves holding your cheek as you guys just stare at each other

- the mornings with them >>>

- who’s big and little spoon is a never ending battle

- with Steven it’s very quiet & reflective

- laying on each others chests, hands in each others hair, comforter pulled up to your neck, listening to the other breathing pattern and syncing it up! It’s all about the quiet company of love. The 2 of you comfortable for all of eternity

- Marc is similar but not

- it’s inches away from each other, still entangled with the other. you face each other and whisper silly nothings: I love you, I’ll do anything for you, we should do this for a date.

- You even boop his nose.

- he’s not a fan

- Jake loves being the big spoon but after hard days you make him little spoon so you can wrap around him <3

- but when he is big spoon??????

- his warm arms wrap around your midsection, keeping you in nirvana eternally. you both float in and out of consciousness, his head rests softly on yours, you nestle deeper into him, even though that’s literally scientifically impossible at this point. He loves how addicted you are to him

- he doesn’t even realize how addicted he is to you ;)

- it’s also passionate make out sessions, still sleepy and slightly sloppy, before he goes into the shower and you make him a coffee

- (getting out of the shower to be greeted by your coffee and you sitting at the counter just reading over the news on your phone??? it makes his heart literally collapse in on itself every. single. day.)

- speaking of passion

- you helped them all find things they’re passionate about

- you helped Steven get a better job at a different museum and he LOVES IT!!!

- it was pretty easy, Steven just had to be confident in his knowledge.

- sometimes you stop by on your lunch break and see Steven somehow getting a group of terrible and loud preteens absolutely invested in the story of Ra and Sekhement

- (passionately teaching a group of kids all about the ancient relics of the past is a turn on you never knew you had)

- you helped Marc get involved with the INTERPOL force in London, so he can occasionally be on call, and help people in a legal way

- he likes it bc it gives him something to do & makes the world a better place

- he helps take down bad guys & save kids. He gets to be the person he always wished would come and save him when he was younger.

- it makes you sob

- but!

- Jake is happy as long as he’s with you but he’s actually super into watching old telenovelas

- you guys make a whole day out of it

- and the 2 of you won’t stop acting out the most dramatic scenes of it

- “TU ES MI HIJO???” “Si, madre. También soy tu ABUELO EN EL FUTURO!!!” *gasp*

- Steven and Marc are OVER IT!!

- speaking of Marc, you always celebrate Rosh Hashanah & other important Jewish holidays with him

- you cook together, him teaching you these generational meals and you making sure he doesn’t burn down the entire kitchen

- during Yom Kippur you help him fast & reflect with him

- keeping him grounded and not just letting him shit on himself endlessly for 25 hours?? telling him that “it’s about repenting and doing it better this year”???? Literally life saving for him

- and to have someone to help him with his spirituality is so important to him

- like… beyond words

- idk where to put this at but onetime you drove with Jake in the passenger

- he is TRAUMATIZED

- like just imagine a grown ass man screaming as you go 50 mph down the London bridge

- “eres un pequeño demonito de la velocidad. me asustas” (you’re a little speed demon (lovingly). You scare me)

- Steven was LIVING

- “STEVEN IF YOU DONT STOP CHEERING THEM ON-“

- “LOVE GO FASTER!!”

- yes Steven is also a little speed demon

- it’s cannon idc

- if you can’t already tell, they love you so much

- holding you after a bad day, comforting your anxieties, feeding the ducks in the pond

- “darling he’s a duck-“ “I don’t care! He’s staring at me like I did something! I’m innocent Marc I swear!” “I- I know babe- it’s- it’s a duck???”

- (This conversation and never ending confusion on Marc’s part goes on for another 15 minutes)

- they cherish you like no one else

- they would take a bullet for you without even a second thought and you would for them too

- (where is my moon system holding dying lover or lover holding dying system fic already??)

- anyways

- they love you the most in the world

- and tbh??? You do too.

- “I love you the most”

- “I love you the mostest”

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romanarose · 9 months

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Why Did You Stop?

Steven Grant x Gn!reader

Romana's 1000 follower celebration

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requested by @soonknight

"hi romana, congrats on 1000! you deserve it and I love your writing! I wanted to send you a request but I'm on a side blog and hate doing anons... I'd love to see a drabble with steven and "why'd you stop?" I'm just in the mood for some fluff tonight, idk. thanks!"

Summary: While locked out of your apartment, your neighbor, Steven, kindly let's you stay over at his flat that night.

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"Excuse me, are you alright?"

You wake up to a pretty sight; Steven Grant, your neighbor, waking you.

And the blinding hall lights. Those were annoying.

"Oh, hey Steven." You smile at him sitting up.

"Everything okay? I'm sorry to wake you, love, but I was just worried."

"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just locked myself out of my apartment is all. Sleeping out here for tonight."

The look of horror on his face make you giggle. "Oh god, no! Why didn't you knock on my door? I'm glad I ordered some late dinner" He held up his take out. "C'mon, up you go" Steven began to hoist you off the couch, even picking up your coat that you were using as a blanket. "Can't believe you didn't come see me. Absolutely ridicules, as if I don't have a perfectly good apartment just across the hall for you to sleep in."

Steven continued to murmur about how you were always welcome over as he set you up on the couch you were all to familiar with after arguing with him over who was going on the bed. You simply refused, you would not disrupt the poor man's sleep. He needed it! Plus, he had a whole ruetine.

You'd been around Steven and his apartment enough that he felt he no longer had to hide the sand and chain and duck tape from you, all the times you came over to watch movie's this last month you saw his place just as it was, mess and quirks in all. You liked that he trusted you with it.

Soon enough, you found yourself bundled up on the couch with the neighbor you'd been sporting a crush on since forever, and as usual, your bodies were pressed up close with Steven laying on your lap. It wasn't long until he fell asleep on you, just as you suspected he would. Steven almost always did, needing his rest so badly, so you'd taken to lulling him to sleep yourself by gently scratching his scalp, massing your fingers through his beautiful thick curls. If he didn't wake by the end of the movie, you would try to make a quiet exit and leave him on the couch with a blanket. Tonight, you were hoping he'd wake eventually so you could send him to bed, but for now you took the time to simple admire him. He real was handsome, so, so handsome it was nearly painful, your heart aching for him, to touch him, to be with him... but if you told Steven that, would you lose moments like this? moments when you felt so comfortable, so safe, so at peace... you'd miss it all so much.

"Why'd you stop?" Steven's voice was soft and small below you, and it's then you realize his eyes open, watching you watching him...

"Oh! Oh sorry, Steven" You go back to scratching him, but he keeps looking up at you, his brown eyes large and gentle.

"You looked sad, darling. Anything wrong?"

"No, Steven, nothings wrong"

He didn't believe you. Steven sat up, his face close to yours. "No, somethings on your mind. What is it?"

Still, you hesitate. You could tell him... but you could also ruin it all. "Well... I was just thinking... and... and you can say no and I don't want this to ruin our friendship but... maybe I could take you on a date sometime?" You held your breath.

Steven's face was unreadable besides surprise. "You... you want to go on a date? With me?"

You couldn't help wringing your hands together. "Yes? I mean, if you want to. If you want to remain just friends then that's-" You were interrupted by the most unlikely of events. Steven Grant kissed you.

His lips on yours, you relax into him, opening your mouth slightly for the kiss to deepen just a bit. Nothing salacious, nothing raunchy, simply you and Steven feeling your passion for one another.

"Darling, I'd love to go on a date with you. But I'm taking you."

You smile at your sweet Steven, so beautiful and so kind. He was finally yours.

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This is inspired by the time during winter break i got locked out of my dorm bc I lost my keys at work and a kind coworker drove me home and i was able to get into the building bc my student ID by not my dorm room. The RA n duty never answered my damn call. I was mad. lol. anyway i didn't let it get me down, i made due and slept on a couch and was greatful i had a warm place to sleep in the -30 temps but Fen actually gave me this idea for Stevenw hen I told them about it XD

thanks for everyone being patient on these, my anxiety ha been like. severe. i dont want to be dramatic but it's been bad bad bad all summer and im honestly struggling. I appriciate the patience and the understanding that i gotta do it when inspiration strikes and im feeling it.

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boredzillenial · 6 months

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Day 17: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

Steven accidentally discovers a new kink with you.

Themes: SoftDom!Steven, praise kink, f!reader, established relationship, bit of Somnophilia - oral (Steven receiving), pinv, creampie

Morning light filters through the open shades as you wake. You stretch and turn to see your sweet boyfriend sleeping soundly. Though you’d moved in for a month now your heart still flutters when you see Steven like this. Curls tousled across his forehead and lashes resting against his cheeks.

As your gaze grazes over him you notice the tenting of the sheets around his cock and hear soft whimpers escaping his lips. You continue watching, enjoying his little sounds till you hear him moan your name and roll his hips. Your resolve to sit back and watch snaps in that instant and you slowly pull the sheets back.

His cock springs free with copious amounts of precum smeared across his soft stomach. Heat pools in your core as his girth pulses and jumps, desperate for touch. You shift slowly over him and glide your tongue from the base of his length to the leaking tip, earning you a wrecked groan and sending Steven writhing. You take him into your mouth and work him deeper and deeper until he nearly hits the back of your throat.

“S-sweetheart?” He stammers, his breathes already ragged as he comes to with your mouth around him. You swirl your tongue around his tip then take him deeper again. He leans his head back, neck straining in what you could only assume as his attempt to hold back his release.

“S-so good.” Steven shudders as your mouth works over his length. “Such a good girl ah-“ he whimpers as you moan around him. That moment of praise sending lightning through your nerves as the vibration sent a shiver up his back. “O-oh shit,” he gently pulls you off him, your lips giving a soft pop as you come up and smirk. He returns it with a sleepy smile of his own as he caresses your cheek. He quirks up a brow and squints a bit as his soft gaze peers into yours, as if he’s searching for something. He smiles and pulls you forward, soft warm lips meeting yours as his hands caress your sides.

Your hand comes up to grip around his girth and you start to stroke until his stops your movement. “Already been so sweet to me love.” He says against your lips. “I wanna make you feel good.” He nips your bottom lip playfully and shifts until your back lands against the mattress.

“But I was gonna -“ he stops your protest with a rare stern gaze. You put your hands up in surrender as surprise lights up your grin. “Yes sir.” You giggle.

His voice drops into something a bit rougher, “Good girl.” His words sent your mind swimming in a lusty haze as you work hard to keep still. Your minute squirms are exactly the tell he’s looking for. “Oh someone like that huh?” He grinned.

You shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I guess.”

“No no don’t do that. You can be honest with me love. I won’t tease you like Jake would you know that.” His hands stroke up your thighs and pulls them open, rubbing slow circles around your sensitive bud. “And if he tries to tease you later I’ll handle it.” You bite your lip to stifle your moan as your hips move in time with his caresses.

“P-promise?” You ask in a soft shaky tone, the hint of embarrassment melting away with every stroke of Stevens thumb.

“ ‘Course.” His thumb presses a bit harder and his movements roughen as your breathing changes. “Tell me what you want.” He says softly.

“Wanna feel you.” You groan. He follows your plea immediately. Taking your ankles and placing them on his shoulders as he lines the fat tip of his length against you.

He begins rolling his hips to work into you but loses control and slides to the hilt in one go. Your mewls and whimpers stir something deep in his heart as you writhe against the stretch of him. “Take it for me, know you can.” Your legs tremble as he leans forward, pushing further still into your heat as he adjusts to a new angle.

“Steven, baby, please I -“ your hands grip onto his arms as your walls flutter around him.

“You’re doin’ so good.” He trembles, dark curls furling over his brow as he ruts into you. “So good f’ me.” Your core tightens around him at his praise earning you another groan. “Fuckin’ hell.” He squeezes his eyes shut and slows down. “Gonna make me cum before you do. Can’t have that.” His breathy laugh sending butterflies through you as he stops, remaining fully seated in your pussy.

He leans back, keeping your legs where they are pressed against his torso but opening you up to reach your clit. “Need you to come for me darling. I know you can do it.” His touch is once again firm on your aching clit. The combination of the stretch of him buried deep in you and the quick movements across your bundle of nerves has your orgasm crashing over you before you realize it. “Such a good girl, know you can give me one more.” His touch doesn’t slow and overstimulation begins shooting lightning through your nerves.

“Steven!” You cry out and reach for his wrist to slow his movements. He only take your hand with his other and intertwines his fingers.

“Shh, just one more.” He starts to churn his hips in time with his thumb. Your whimpers and moans fill the cluttered flat space as your second orgasm comes crashing over you. “Good girl that’s it.” Your legs shudder as he slowly moves them to wrap around his waist. “Just breathe love I’ve got you.” He whispers as he leans in, slotting his lips against yours.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him against you as he pumps his cock into your soaking channel. “Gonna take it for me? Gonna hang on tight and take my cum?” He whispers against your lips as his hips begin to stutter.

“Yes, fuck Steven fill me please.” You groan into his mouth as you kiss him again. Between the roll of his hips and the eagerness of his tongue as it slides into your mouth you were edging close to your third climax. “Please, please.” You plead between kisses.

“You beg, s-so well darling.” His breaths come in pants as he loses control again. “Gods, so good f’me.” The final praise has you crashing in time with him. His cock pulses thick ropes into your fluttering pussy as you cling to one another.

You nestle your face into the crook of his neck as his hips slow to a stop. You relish in the feeling of his girth continuing to pulse cum into you as his breathing slows. “T-thank you.” You whisper into his tanned skin as you hug him tightly.

He peppers your face with kisses drawing out giggles from you. “Anything for my good girl.”

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l0caltiredgirl · 4 months

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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aphrcdites · 1 year

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“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

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eyelessfaces · 3 months

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hell yeah

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catastrxblues · 1 year

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i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

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corinthianism · 6 months

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corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Taking the Moon Boys Dancing

Moon Boys x gn!Reader

I had these thoughts while driving the other day and had to get it out.

You want to go out dancing, and this is how it goes getting each one to go:

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fluffy, comfort fic, cute

Marc:

Doesn’t know why you even would ask him. He thought it was obvious he’s not the dancing type.

Goes because you begged like really really hard.

Looks really well dressed for someone who doesn’t want to go.

“Wow, you are just stunning, baby.” You look so good in your outfit that he contemplates fucking you into the mattress instead of going dancing.

Isn’t very talkative on the ride over because he’s thinking about ways to not embarrass himself when he gets there, and ways to get out of actually dancing.

He really likes seeing how happy and excited you are to be there.

You have determined that if someone threw a broomstick on the dance floor it would have more rhythm than Marc Spector does.

Marc is only willing to suffer a little embarrassment for the sake of hearing your giggle while he dances before he makes you agree to ONLY slow dancing.

His hands are down a little too low on your waist during slow dances. You don’t mind.

Will definitely kiss you at the end of each dance.

Steven:

Can’t believe you would ask him, he thought for sure you would be too embarrassed to bring him dancing out in public. Is low key very excited to go.

Gets really nervous trying to decide what to wear. Settles for matching his outfit to yours to be safe.

Cannot form a coherent sentence after seeing you in your outfit, but you’ve learned how to speak “Steven” very fluently and you kiss his reddened cheeks along with giving him a thank you for the compliment.

Cannot and does not stop talking on the ride over.

Your excitement and his are matched, you’re looking forward to having such a good time with him.

Steven is the worst dancer you’ve ever seen but he is having the time of his life and you love to see it. His smile is beaming.

It feels like grade school dancing again when he has his hands placed far too respectfully high on your waist and doesn’t pull you too close.

You have to literally physically force him bend his elbows so you can get closer to him.

Only steps on your toes 3 times. Nearly gets on his knees to kiss them better because he feels so bad.

You have to initiate, but he’s so happy when you kiss him after each slow dance. You have to snap him out of his dreamy gaze after each one.

Jake:

“Mi amor, of course I’ll go dancing with you.” He would then kiss your hand seductively followed by a wink.

Is always well dressed so doesn’t even have to try, but spends an extra minute in the mirror adjusting his tie.

Does fuck you into the mattress after seeing you in your outfit despite your initial protests about having to fix yourself up again after.

Afterward you determine that fixing yourself up a second time was a fair trade for the D.

Doesn’t talk much on the way over because he is thinking about which moves he wants to show off most. He’s looking forward to trying to impress you.

Is hands down the best dancer of the boys. You didn’t realize he could dance so well.

You actually have to ask him to stop showing off and dance with you.

During the slow dance his hands are squeezing your rear, and he is pressing himself against you the entire time.

You’re a little surprised that he’s got a hard on after the pre-dance fucking.

Forget kissing at the end of the slow dances, he has been full open mouth kissing you since the song started. If you two weren’t clothed you would’ve been having sex in public.

Will be fucking you again when you get home.

#steven grant #jake lockley #Marc Spector #moon knight #steven grant comfort #marc spector comfort #jake lockley comfort #dancing #fanfic #moon knight headcanons #steven grant reader #Jake lockley reader #Marc Spector reader #fan fiction #headcanon

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spider-biter · 2 years

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🌙 Late Afternoon Sun ☀️ - Marc Spector/reader

Summary: A brief glimpse into your life with former mercenary Marc Spector

Warnings: mentions of knives, mild talk of blood. You cut ur hand open on accident so!

A/N: im in the trenches so this might suck idk. btw POVs are so weird so if it’s a lil funky- I know- please lmk what you thought!!! I look at every like/reblog :) love u guys!

Rating: pure ache-inducing fluff. pls send help I’m so touch starved-

Marc Spector was a terrible cook.

Jake could somehow cook the most delicious, spicy, authentic Guatemalan food you have ever tasted. Steven could make every vegan dish under the sun. But Marc Spector could barely boil a hotdog. Which is why you were currently triple checking the oven to make sure it was on.

It was supposed to be a simple meal. Something with bell peppers, carrots, and maybe some ground beef if Steven let us. But so far it had been 20 minutes of pure chaos in our small kitchen.

Marc had just walked in from work, hearing the soft words of Elvis float through the flat. He gently set his keys down and smiled to himself. Even after the day he had at work he still got to come home to you. He wandered into the kitchen before sitting down on one of the barstools. Your back was turned to him double checking the recipe. You turned around before being surprised at seeing him.

“Marc! Holy shit, you almost made my heart stop!” ‘We seriously need to get him a fucking bell’ you thought. You swore you can hear Steven a mile away & hear Jake's curses down the hallway, but Marc somehow always snuck up on you.

“Now you know how I feel sweetheart” he joked, leaning on his chin. You rolled your eyes in response before going back to cutting vegetables.

“How was work?” To some, it was a bland question. But to Marc? After fighting his whole life, his whole childhood, to be asked such simple and mundane questions, and have someone care? It meant the world. So he smiled and started talking about his simple day job. It wasn’t anything super fun or amazing, just helping with INTERPOL data across Europe & risk assessments, but such a simple life was what he wanted.

You both talked about life, simple parts of your days. You listened to him talk about the trip he’s going on in 2 weeks to bust some Polish drug ring, and he listened to you rant about some random work drama. It was nice.

Until you sliced your fucking hand open.

“Shit” you softly uttered, setting down the knife. Marc stopped mid-sentence and quickly got up.

“Hey hey hey, it’s gonna be ok, grab a towel and apply pressure,” he held your shoulders as you pressed the towel against the wound. It wasn’t deep enough for stitches or anything, and it didn’t hurt super bad. But still, slicing your hand open was not what you felt like doing today.

“Ok, once the bleeding has stopped we’re gonna rinse it out, alright? No soap or anything, just water,” he explained, putting the vegetables away. You of course laughed, before reminding him that you weren’t 7.

To which he replied “I know but I gotta make sure my girl is alright,” before going and grabbing the first aide kit. You rolled your eyes smiling as you rinsed your wound out.

He came back in and guided you over to the bare stool before taking your hand. “At least I won’t complain about your bandaging technique” you smiled. Marc always had a critique when it came to how you wrapped up his knuckles after a night. Of course, it was all in good fun but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes in return.

“Hush or I’ll use alcohol instead of Hydrogen peroxide.” He smirked. You and him sat like that for maybe 5 minutes. Softly quipping back and forth, he tenderly addressed your cut.

Marc softly wrapped the gauze around your palm, securing it in place with some weird medical magic. He then turned your hand over and brought it up to his lips, before softly kissing it. “So romantic,” you blushed.

“And it’s nothing less than what you deserve,” His eyes danced with mischief before standing up, still holding your hand gently. You stood up as well before pulling him into a hug. A feeling of just love and utter devotion swept through you the moment he softly kissed your hand.

‘This man deserves nothing less than the world’ you thought, ‘and I’ll give him exactly that’ You tried your hardest to communicate that with the hug, hoping he understood.

What you didn’t know was that, while Marc wasn’t normally as much of a touch lover as Jake or Steven, he could still tell that this hug was simply filled with raw, pure, love. His dad was never the type to give him a hug, it was just something they never did. Especially around his mom. The last hug he probably ever got was from Layla, before the whole Egyptian god thing.

So he stood stunned for a second before gently hugging back. You smiled and leaned into the nape of his neck. It felt like a cosmic want, to be as close to him as possible. And so we stood there for what felt like an eternity of bliss.

You pulled away and lightly held his forearms and stared into his eyes.

“Marc Spector. I love you so so so much. I am the luckiest person in the world to have found you. You are loveable. You are loved by me.”

Your hand moved to softly cradle his cheek and wipe away a stray tear. His eyes were watering and his brow had an adorable crease in the middle.

“I love you in every way that I know how. You are more than enough. You are my universe”

You finished and leaned in to kiss him. His lips met yours, and in that moment, in every universe, you fell in love 100 times over.

When you finally broke for air, you leaned together, foreheads touching. His thumbs rubbed circles over your hands, careful not to disturb the gauze. And you stood, in the middle of the cozy flat. The late afternoon sun casts a soft hue over everything, emulating the warmth in your heart. ‘This is our home. They are my home.’ you thought.

He pulled back before hooking his hands around your hips, his eyes still staring into yours.

“I love you. I know it’s not the most romantic way to say it, but I would relive every single part of my life 100 times over, if it meant I still get to see you every time I wake up”

Your brain quickly floundered. Marc had told you about his past. About Wendy. About Randall. About his alcoholism. And he said he would do it all 100 times over??? Just for you?? You were damn near speechless.

‘Holy shit. I think I just fell in love all over again.’ You thought before giving him a watery smile. “Even if I wake you up early?” You laughed.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Yes. Even if you wake me up despicably early.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. In actuality, your heart was on fire for this man. You’ve never felt so much love and happiness in your life. He let out a soft chuckle before leaning in for a kiss. Right as you were about to too, the oven beeped.

“Oh shit! The peppers!” You quickly left his soft hold and grabbed the oven mitt. Taking out your peppers you turned and saw Marc looking at you like you kicked a puppy.

“What? I couldn’t forget my peppers!” You said innocently as you turned the oven off. The peppers in question were burnt beyond saving.

“You are so going to pay for that,” Marc smirked from across the island

You were almost tempted to play dumb, but the look in his eyes was obvious.

“Mhmm yeah definitely, but is that gonna be before or after we eat plain charred bell peppers for dinner?” You said sarcastically motioning to the empty counter.

He simply shrugged before walking around and saying “I guess that depends on how long the delivery guy takes.” He said fake innocently.

Your hands went to his shoulders, peppers long forgotten. “Or we could just ask them to drop it at the door, no interruptions required…” You whispered softly in his ear.

Something in his eyes shifted before you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried to the bedroom. “Put me down, Marc!!” You laughed tightening your grip around his neck.

“We still have to place the order!” You joked as he made his way through the flat. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you as we walked through the flat. “Good lord, are you trying to make me beg for it?” He playfully raised his eyebrow.

“Maaaaybe,” You said barely containing your smile and looking away.

“Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “If anything-“

“Marc!” You laughed, “Before you finish that sentence I need to remind you that we are both fully clothed. And that’s a problem that needs to be solved.” He looked down at you before gently setting you down on the bed.

“A problem? Whatever will we do about that?” He smiled as the door clicked shut.

Let’s just thank the lord that UberEats still delivers at 3 am.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector #moonknight x reader #moon knight #steven grant reader #steven grant x reader #Marc Spector reader #soft #domestic Marc Spector #soft Marc Spector #marvel #mcu

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romanarose · 1 year

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On Top Of the World

Steven Grant X Reader

Summary: Steven plans a nice date for you

Based on a request from @minigirl87 IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER IM A BAD WRITER I KNOOOOOOW

Warnings: Not much, its pretty soft. Little hints at soft dom Steven, illusions to smut, little bit smutty but the gist happens off screen, playful choking (you'll see what I mean)

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“Come on, I have a surprise for you.” Steven pulled on your hand, grinning as he dragged you up the stairwell of his building.

“Steven! Where are we going” You ask, giggling.

“The roof!”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“You’ll have to see”

“Steven!” You squeak as Steven stops at the top, right before the door, and turns around to hold you, nuzzling his face in your neck.

He teases. “I’m not going to kill you.”

Wrapping your arms around his thick waist, you hug him. “Really? I thought for sure you had another of my shit”

“Hmmm” Steven pretends to reconsider. “You did text us asking if we’d still love you if you were a worm… again…” Steven slides his hand up and around your throat, not squeezing hard, just a gentle reminder of his dominance.

“I promise I’ll stop!!” You can’t help but laugh as he turns you, pressing you up against the wall, pressing his body to your, squeezing you; but there was a soft smile on his face.

“If you were a worm I’d make you a terrarium and read you books every night” Steven kissed you roughly, before taking pressure off your body and going to the door. “Come along, darling.”

Steven opened the door and you couldn’t help but gasp a bit at what he set up for you. There was a little table and chairs with food set up for you, fairy lights set up that twinkled in the darkness against pink tool along the walls of the roof. Music was playing, string music and- it was violin covers of your favorite music? How did you get so lucky?

“Oh Steven…” You turn to look at him, at a loss for words. “All this for me?”

Steven took you into his arms, holding you lovingly. “All this for you, my love, you deserve it and so much more.”

“It’s beautiful, Steven…” You’re gaze drifts from his face to the city under you. “From all the way up here, everything looks so different.”

Steven nodded. “Marc likes it up here, on the roofs. He’s up on them a lot when he’s patrolling the city, but I know he finds it peaceful.”

Peaking out as much as you could over the high walls, you try to look at the city to see what Marc sees, but you couldn’t see much.

Steven presses up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and swaying a bit. “Would you like to see the city how we do?”

Turning around in his arms, you look up at him hopefully. “Can I?”

Steven nodded. “Yeah, I’ll hold onto you, and if anything happens, I have the suit, and I promise you’ll be safe.”

You grin at him brightly. “Yes please!!” You start jumping excitedly, making Steven laugh.

“Okay, but none of that.” He references your jump.

Stopping dead in your place, you stand straight as a soldier, saluting. “Yes sir”

Steven had a cheeky look on his face and lightly smacked your ass. “Good girl.”

With the suit summoned, but face showing, Steven jumped up on the wall, reaching his hand out to you and pulling you up with ease. Steven’s arms were tight around you, assuring there was so way you’d fall, safe and secure in your lover's arms that you gripped so tightly. The city was bright and colorful beneath you, loud and lively and yet so distant; you could see why Marc found peace up here, even among the chaos. Slowly, you let go of your grip on Steven’s strong arms, opening your yourself to spread your arms out wide, knowing your love had you.

“I’m on top of the world!!” You shout, the bright, clear moonlight illuminating the world beneath you.

Vaguely, you register someone in a building yelling at you to ‘shut the fuck up, bitch’ and you can’t help but bend over in a fit of giggles. Steven laughs to, loud and bright, but stops when all the laughs cause you both to wobble. After steadying you, Steven scoops you up bridal style and jumps down to the roof top again, going several feet in the air before heading down; you felt that was just for you, how way of showing off what he could do, what he was capable of, the power he held… and it worked.

“Steven, sweetie?” You spoke softly, holding tight onto Steven as he set you down so he wouldn’t let go off you.

He didn’t.“Yes, darling?”

You kiss him, deep and harsh and with as much tongue as you can get, inexplicably turned on by his sweet gesture and display of power. Steven returned the kiss just as hungrily as he pulled you down to the roof floor, the suit starting to disappear.

“Suit stays on” You say, breathless as Steven kissed dark marks into your neck.

With a devious smile, the suit reformed, but not his mr. knight suit this time.

“And just what are you planning to do with that suit, Mr. Grant.” You tease, reaching a hand down to feel his erection that the material did fuck-all to hide.

Steve grabbed both of your hands in one of his and held them above your head, pinned to the cool concrete, the wrappings slowly extending to wrap around your wrists. “I’m going to make sure you behave, little one. Can you do that for me?” Steven cocked his brow at you in the way that always made your stomach warm.

With a smile that said you were lying, you nod. “Yes sir.”

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This was kinda funny for me to write bc the last time i wrote a scene with the top f stevens roof, it was hella dramatic (sunshine starlight sweetheart brightside readers know what i mean lmfao)

Anyway enjoy some soft steven!!!!

@welcometostayingawake @in-between-the-cafes @writingforcurrentobsessions2 @luciannadraven33 @jake-g-lockley

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #steven grant reader #steven grant fanfiction #moon knight reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant smut

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boredzillenial · 8 months

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Stronger Than I Look

Summary: You and your coworker Steven are doing inventory late at night. Being a bigger girl you hadn’t worked up the courage to make a move. But an artifact hidden amongst the trinkets in stock changes things.

Themes: self conscious plus sized female reader, lil bit of Marc, sex pollen, oral (f!receiving), p in v no condom (wrap it up irl y’all).

Word Count: 2106

Authors note: horniness inspiration from this @minispidey fic

“I still can’t believe Donna is still keeping these.” Steven tutted showing you an Innead poster. “It’s missing two gods and she just doesn’t care.” He huffed.

“She’s the worst.” You chuckle as you continue to scan the miniature god statues in-front of you.

“And she won’t even give me a shot at tour guide cause I’m always bloody late.” Steven sets the poster down and walks over to the other side of the counter, setting his elbows down and putting his head in his hands.

You heart picks up pace at his nearness, self consciously adjusting your oversized sweater. You’d taken a chance on a sweater/skirt combination that flattered your figure. But that nagging in the back of your mind always grew louder when Steven was near. “What’s got you running late so often?” You ask, keeping your gaze down on your task.

“M-…” he begins but then hesitates and looks at his reflection in the counter, weird. “M-my sleep schedule is just off. Insomnia and all.” He blushes and turns away from you.

I could help with that. You think to yourself cheekily as you raise a brow and admire the view of him from behind.

He steps a few paces to halfheartedly look over the bins of knickknacks collecting dust on shelves. Picking things up at random and turning them in his hands as if he’s closely inspecting them. You see his gaze flicker to his reflection in the glass of an old display next to him and his brows furrow. As you watch he looks down at the item in his hand, what looked to be a replica of an elegant glass perfume bottle yellowed with age. He turned it over in his hands and held it closer to his face. Then suddenly jolted and stared at his reflection again, his face flashing with a bit of panic like a kid caught in the cookie jar.

“Steven?” Your voice came out louder than expected in the silence of the storage room. Steven jolted again, this time dropping the bottle shattering it across the concrete floor. His gasped and a ruddy blush bloomed across his face.

“No no no.” He panicked and backed away from the glass.

“It’s alright,” you grab the broom from the corner of the room beside you, “it’s just glas-“

Steven threw his hand up as his gaze remained locked on the mess on the floor. The fear in his eyes flashing as if you were about to step on a mine. “Don’t!” His breathing began to shorten till he was nearly gasping.

“Steven, are you having a panic attack?” You step away from the glass and begin to make your way around to him.

“No no please, just, stay away.” His eyes were wide with panic and his pupils blown. His jaw flexed as he shook his head. “Stay away.” His voice darkened into something you hadn’t recognized before, the gravel in it accentuated the loss of his accent.

“Steven it’s okay.” You say softly as you take a step back. “I’ll get this cleaned up later then just, take a breath.” He began shivering and shaking his head and, to your shock, slapped himself. “Don’t!” You instinctively lunged forward to grip his wrist, stopping him from dealing another blow across his cheek. His skin was hot under your touch and you could feel how deadly still he had become. He muttered something under his breath as you kept his wrist in your grip.

“What?” You asked softly.

His gaze snapped up to lock with yours, the gravel remaining and his eyes dark. “Run.”

What you saw sent lighting through your body, landing straight to your core. Along with the deep red blush and dark eyes, sweat beaded at his temples and something between a smile and a snarl played at his lips. You didn’t need to be told twice as you turned and bolted down the dim hallway. You heard crashing and could’ve swore you heard him yell at himself as you ran.

“- got this! Why store it here you twit! —- scared her senseless!”

You run as best you can in your skirt as you turned and made it to the bathroom. You quickly barricaded the door and took a breath. What the hell was that…

You soon heard footsteps outside and a soft knock on the door. “It’s me, sorry if I scared ya. Wasn’t myself.” You heard the shake in his voice.

“Steven?”

“Yeah, can you open the door?” He said softly.

You were torn, something was off. But this was the man you’d been crushing on for weeks, and his voice was so soft. You cracked the door open to see his face, his blown pupils and sweaty temple remaining but the dark look in his eye and the snarl that was on his lips was gone. “Steven what’s going on.” You open the door a bit wider, reaching out and touching his burning forehead.

“Gods that can’t be good, come here.” You open the door completely and turn to the row of sinks. Cutting on the cold water you wave Steven to come closer. His steps were shaky and you could see his chest rising and falling unevenly. “Steven are you-“

Your question was cut off my his lips slamming against yours, the slight pain and surprise jolted you back. “Steven!” You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, your eyes wide.

“Sorry I just,” that deep red tinge remained and his eyes scoured over your curvaceous figure. “You’re so lovely and -“

“What?” You whisper, unable to process what you just heard.

“I - I’ve fancied you since you started and-“ it was your kiss that interrupted him this time. Your pulse skyrocketing as excitement and arousal pushed you into him. You curled your fingers around his collar and pulled him against you.

The whimper that let loose from him nearly made your knees buckle right then and there. “So good” he gasped between kisses and pushed you until your rear pressed against the counter. His hands roamed down your waist and began gripping onto your soft hips and thighs. “Need you to-“ he quickly moved your arms up around his shoulders. “Hang on love.” In a flash he wrapped his arms around your thighs and lifted you onto the counter.

“Oh gods.” You giggled “Steven how did you-”

“Stronger than I look.” He winked and spread your legs, settling himself between them and pressing into you. His hips began to roll and buck as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Illicit groans echoed against the mirrors and tile and you hoped they weren’t escaping beyond the bathroom door.

He continue to kiss and lick into your mouth, pulling away only for a brief moment to push your skirt up above your soft belly. “Can I?” His eyes drop to your exposed wet panties, “please.” He pants, nipping at your bottom lip.

Heat crept up your chest and neck as you looked down at yourself. You tried to adjust your skirt back down but Steven had spread his hands across your stomach and gripped it gently. “You’re so beautiful, why ya hidin’?” He nuzzled your nose with his. His body shaking with desire as he gripped onto his last bit of sanity.

“Just a bit self conscious.” You did your best to meet his gaze.

“Oh love, lemme show you how beautiful you are.” He dropped to his knees and you felt the heat of his breath spread across your covered mound. In one swift motion he ripped your panties away, licking his kiss swollen lips and, fuck it looked like he was nearly drooling at the sight of you. “So beautiful.” He whimpered as he buried his face into your core.

Your gasp echoed as you laced your fingers through his hair and gripped hard, eliciting a groan that vibrated through your cunt. “Fuck Steven you don’t have to-“ you stammered, embarrassment rising as he kneaded your soft thighs and stomach.

He pulled away just a bit, his lips, chin, and even nose were glistening where he’d buried his face into you. “Don’t have to?”

“I just wanna make sure you can breath.” The excuse felt like ash in your mouth as you said it.

“I can do without air, I can’t do without this.” His words were a near growl as he buried his face again. His tongue diving and working into you, swirling around your clit. You bit your lip so hard you were surprised it wasn’t bleeding as you tried to stifle your yelp. He was eating you out like a man starved.

“Fuck I’m gonna-“ you began to cry. His grip became bruising as he picked up the pace to send you crashing through your orgasm. His tongue was relentless as you began to jolt from the overstimulation. “Steven please.” You whimper, using your grip in his hair to pull him off you.

When he looked up at you, those blown out pupils and pussy drunk smirk send your heart skittering. He stood slowly and you spotted the wet spot growing in his trousers. “Steven did you?”

“ ‘Course I did. How could I not.” He leaned in, sliding his tongue past your lips. The taste of your orgasm and his own mouth mixing deliciously. He began rolling his hips against you again, this time the wet fabric of his pants giving you a bit of friction against your exposed pussy. You could feel the heat of his cock and the shear size of it pressing against you driving you to grind back against him.

Your orgasm loosened your self consciousness a tad and you pulled him harder against you by the waistband of his pants. His hands met yours as he frantically freed himself. Cum coated his thick length as he sprang free. “Please-“ you squeaked but it was all you managed to say before he sank into you, his cum mixing with the aftermath of your own orgasm helping him glide despite the stretch.

You groaned breathlessly and held him close to you as he began pounding into you, the sound of your body’s ramming into one another now added to the symphony of grunts, groans and whimpers from the both of you. His tousled curls fell forward on his fever-dampened brow as he buried deeper into you. “Fuck love I’m gonna-“ his whimper cut into a groan as he clenched his jaw and pulsed and jolted.

“Yes baby just like that.” You say shakily. You continue to cling onto him, using your legs to wrap him tight against you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as his hot breath came in pants.

“Oh darling, ‘m still so hard.” He groans and begins moving his hips in slow long strokes. “Ah, right love - gonna fill you up.” He huffed as his hands gripped onto your plump hips and ass. “So soft, so lovely.” He cooed as he kissed your neck. He rolled his hips to get as deep as his could. Once he was down to the hilt he continued rutting into you, grinding himself against your clit.

The added stimulation sent your walls fluttering and Steven into another bout of whimpers and groans. “Oh you like that yeah?” He continued, sending you gasping and clinging onto him like a life preserver in a stormy sea. The motion of his hips threatening to send you under the waves. In just a few strokes you were seeing stars, your world narrowed on only him.

“Oh shit-“ he gasped and came deep inside you once again, filling you to the brim as you felt it begin to spill down your ass onto the counter. “Thank you, oh thank you.” He huffed as he wrapped his arms around you, remaining deep as his cock pulsed and slowly softened. You couldn’t help but giggle as he continued. “Y-you laughin’ at me?” He pulled away to look you in the eye, his blush subsiding and eyes back to normal with a smile playing at the edge of his lips.

“No no, just, this whole thing.” You covered your face with your hands attempting to stifle your giggle. “Hard to believe.”

“Hey, don’t say that.” He said softly, pulling your hands down slowly and pressing his forehead against yours. “Would you- would you let me take you on a proper date?” He held your gaze.

You looked down where you were still connected, letting out a light chuckle. You nuzzled your nose against his and pushed the curls from his face, “Of course.”

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My Little Flower

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB virgin!Reader

summary: You had just met the spider society and Miguel a few days ago, You and Miguel had been quite chatty with eachother for a while before be was called out to a mission. A few hours later when you’re asleep in the lab, a high Miguel stumbles in.

warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, drugged Miguel, loss of virginity, rough sex, non con, somnophilia, creampie, reader soon loves it.

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To say you were tired was an understatement, you had been working on your new costume a few minutes after Miguel was called out to a mission. It was lonely sometimes without him despite the hundreds of spider people around. You knew that you and Miguel were a little closer than others, and his company had always lightened your mood.

You begged him to let you come with him on this mission but he immediately shut you down, rushing off after telling you it’s too dangerous, plus, your suit isnt finished. It was whatever, you scoffed and sat back down to carry on with the designs. “Asshole” you muttered to yourself, mimicking his facial expressions only to make yourself laugh but once you calmed down and looked to the clock and saw it was 10:34pm, you decided to work a little on your laptop in miguels chair (he had the comfiest chair of course).

The door and slammed wide open and yet you didnt flinch for a second, Miguel stumbled in onto his knees, panting and clawing at his neck “fuck what is this” he heaved as he continued to squirm. His fangs had retracted and he felt his body growing warmer and warmer at a certain smell, he didnt realise that smell was you until he forced himself up onto his feet and saw you asleep in his chair, your body hunched over on the desk with your laptop still open, the white light lighting up your face. Miguel almost purred at the sight of you drooling on his desk.

“te necesito” he muttered breathlessly before scrunching up his face in frustration. He couldnt do that to you? right? You were new, still young. You’d hate him but god he couldnt stop his legs from moving towards you. He growled and so desperately tried to hold himself back, his cock straining against his suit.

You were whining ever so slightly in your sleep, Miguel wasnt aware if you were having a nightmare but its what he assumed and it only drove him even crazier “poor bebita” he whispered as he ran his long fingers through your hair before letting the bottom half of his suit fade away, his cock resting against your cheek. His tip was almost gushing with precum, he gripped the back of your hair and growled before pushing the tip into your drooling mouth “oh fuck, thats it good girl” he whimpered as his body grew hotter, his hips suddenly bucking harder into your mouth. Your head twitched and pulled back a little but Miguel gripped your hair tighter holding you in place “im sorry bebita im so sorr- f-fuck” his dick hit the back of your throat and he doubled over emptying his cum on your tongue.

He pulled out panting, he stared down at you expecting you to jolt awake but you were still fast asleep. You were more of a deep sleeper than he thought. Initially he thought he was okay, but the sight of his warm cum dribbling out of your mouth only hardened his cock again. He didnt waste another second, he lifted you up from the desk, the cum from his mouth smearing onto his shoulder causing him to groan. He carried you to his bed and layed you on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulled down your leggings along with your socks and shirt, you stirred for a moment and Miguel stopped, looking at your face until it relaxed again “so good for me, you love it dont you? you want me just as much as i want you” his eyes had turned a deep red, he felt feral.

He straddled your thighs and ran his fingers down your spine before gripping your ass cheeks tight, putting his weight down and spreading you wide open, your puffy pussy exposed to him. He heaved again, saliva spitting from his mouth before spitting directly onto your pussy. This time, you jolted.

“M-Miguel?” you lifted your head realising it was planted down on soft sheets. You feel a pair of large hands on your ass and you quickly realised the situation, the head of his cock pressed against your hole and you immediately thrashed against him to get away “no no! stay!” Miguel had tears in his eyes he was so desperate. He grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back. “Miguel stop! Im a virgin please please dont do this” you were almost sobbing and Miguel let go of your hands.

“Virgin?” he asked as he looked down again, spreading your pussy lips before looking at the back of your head. “I wont…i wont hurt you okay? please bebita” he leaned down, his body weight completely pinning you down as he kissed behind your ear. “need you so bad, just don’t fight it and it wont hurt i promise” you were panting and whining, you were so scared but also full of adrenaline. You were crushing on Miguel the minute you laid eyes on him. But you were just scared.

Miguel nipped your earlobe making you yelp, he growled and sat back up on his knees, he let you have control over your arms as he started rubbing his thick tip along your slit. He used his thighs to pin your legs together, making sure you wouldnt be able to squirm so much. He pushed in a little and sighed in relief at your loud whining “it hurts! miguel w-wait” but he didnt, he forced himself deeper and deeper, he knew it wouldve been easier for you if his dick was any smaller. He felt guilty in his gut as he continued and struggled to force his cock all the way inside you “shh relax, take me all in baby come on” he pulled back before pushing in again and this time your pussy opened up for him, letting him slide right in making you cry out loudly “miguel!” you were frantic, trying to get away from the pain but Miguel only held you in place, hushing you and kissing your shoulder as he refused to stop his movements.

“Shh it’s alright, dont be scared it’s over j…just stay still and oh- everything will be fine!” he stuttered as sweat dripped from his face. His gut was burning with desire and he couldnt stop, he so desperately wanted to pull out and hold you, tell you hes sorry but he couldn’t.

Miguel had shown a little mercy by flipping you onto your back and spreading your legs before slipping his hands behind your knees and pinning your legs to your chest, folding you together. He saw the fear in your face when you looked down at the size of him “no dont look mi amor, look at me thats it…you’re okay this is gonna feel so good trust me” you shook your head but he only nodded his before sliding his dick back into your pussy. You gasped and pressed your palm’s against his chest a poor attempt to keep him from going any further, he moaned and only slid deeper, hitting your cervix. “too deep” you told him shakily and he ignored you, lifting your legs higher onto his shoulders and pounding into you “fuck you’re so tight, leaking everywhere you little slut you love it, stop being so fucking dramatic and take it” the moment he said this, he slammed against your g-spot and your eyes rolled back “o-oh my god” you bucked your hips up and he smiled against your neck “good girl there we go…” he pulled away to look at you, taking in your beautiful features while pounding you.

You were moaning at each thrust, it was music to Miguels ears and as soon as you started panicking, unknown to what was coming he almost exploded. “mmm fuck dont fight it, let it happen bebita come on let it all out” his encouragement had you crying, your pussy squeezing his cock as you came, making it difficult for him to keep thrusting but it didnt matter, he grabbed your throat tightly and kissed you, pushing his tongue deep in your mouth as he rammed his warm sticky cum into your womb.

Miguel laid his head on your chest, he felt a weight lift off him and he came back to his senses when he heard you crying. He immediately shot up and looked down at you with a frown “oh no…oh im so sorry i..i didnt..i dont know what to say” he cupped your cheeks desperate to hear you say something.

You shook your head in his hands “please dont leave” Miguel was stunned for a moment at your plea, your body was shaking and his heart broke “hey..hey look at me im not going anywhere” he looked into your reddening eyes “im not going anywhere…im so sorry this wasnt how i wanted this to go” he sighed and laid his head back onto your chest “i was hit with some powder i dont know what came over me when i saw you, please babygirl believe me when i say i didnt wanna hurt you i-i never want to hurt you” you were looking up at him, smiling weakly “it’s okay Miguel..i understand” you nuzzle into him and he clung to you tightly “i wont let anyone hurt you..you’re mine” he was gentle with words, it almost felt normal.

You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

A/N: Thank you for reading! 💕

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