#steven grant x reader x mar spector
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My You-niverse: Marc
Fandom: Oscar Isaac
Pairing: Oscar Isaac's Characters x F!Reader
Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.
A/N: I will not be taking tags also, lets hope I actually follow through with this...
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"Why. Won't. You. Stay. Down?!" you say with every punch to your opponent. He heads falls back with a thud and a groan. You sigh in relief as you crawl off him. You point your finger at his unconscious form, "Stay."
You hear a snicker and you turn to see Marc, donning the Moon Knight regalia, approaching you, "Good job, honey."
"Guys! Uh, help!" you hear America cry out a distance away.
You both sprint in her direction. You see her dodging hits from a man twice her size.
"Why did you leave the kid fight this frickin' giant?!"
"We were going to come back to help." you reply.
"Better late than never, yeah?" Steven pops in to add and then lets Marc back in control.
Your husband swoops in right before aforementioned giant lands a punch to America. The hit lands to Marc's chest, knocking him back to America, who flies into you behind her.
A portal suddenly opens up and the two of you fall back in.
You both land on the ground with a thud and watch as the star portal closes.
America groans, "Not again!"
She scurries up and tries to summon another portal. She continues to punch the air again and again and...nothing.
"Crap!"
You hesitantly rise to your feet, "That...doesn't sound good."
Her shoulders slouch, "It's not."
"I still haven't completely mastered the whole portal summoning thing."
You sigh in defeat, "Well, not what?"
"We can find this universe's me or Doctor Strange and see if they can help?"
"Sure. Let's do that." the two of you then take in your surroundings and, "Wait...where the hell are we?"
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The giant man's body goes limp, falling back on a metal beam, impaling himself to death.
Marc, panting, looks around for you and America, "Honey?" he calls out, "Y/N? ...America? Guys?!" he removes his hood and mask, running his hand through his curls in distress, "Shit!"
Steven suddenly fronts, "Whe-Where is she? Where are they? What the hell happened?!"
"I don't know, Steven. One minute they were there and the next they were gone."
"Should we go to Doctor Strange? America's like his protege, yeah?"
"We have no choice. Shit, he's gonna be pissed."
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"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH HER!" Stephen Strange hollered at Marc.
"We did! And she was fine until the giant douche tried to land one on her and I stepped in and then her and Y/N were gone!"
Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dammit." he begins to pace back and forth, "They could be in any universe right now. Guess I'll have to jump to each one and hope I find them."
Marc steps forward, "I'm coming too."
Stephen points a stern finger at him, "No. You've already done enough."
"So what the hell am I supposed to do while you look for them?" Marc asks as Stephen begins to ascend the stairs in the Sanctum.
Stephen's reply echoes, "Try not to fuck anything up further."
#mar spector x reader#marvel#marvel imagine#moon knight x reader#steven grant x reader#oscar isaac#f!reader#fem!reader#female!reader
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STEVEN
STEVEN STEVEN STEVEN NO NO NO PLEASE NO NOT MY STEVEN NOT HIM
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Precipice
Marc Spector x SHIELD!Reader x Steven Grant
This was way longer than expected.
Warnings; 18+, smut ensues - MINORS DNI
summary: I saw a prompt that went something like ‘being in a relationship with both of them but they switch during sex’ so uhhh we’re running with it.
These missions had been getting longer, so your showers followed suit. Twenty minutes at least spent under the fast falling water, hot enough to scorch your skin and hopefully hot enough to undue the knots in your muscles. When you’d agreed to start doing domestic stuff for SHIELD again, you thought it would be routine busts or surveillance - not shutting down HYDRA cells in England.
You heaved a sigh as you shut the water off, one hand rubbing over your face while the other reached just outside the door to grab your towel - which was mysteriously closer than it usually was.
You opened your eyes fully and stuck your head out the door, meeting the gaze of your boyfriend. You took a moment to look him over, the rumpled appearance of his clothes and the darkened lust that filtered his eyes.
Definitely Marc.
The corners of your mouth pulled up in a smile as you stepped out of the shower, reveling in the movement of his eyes down your body before you took your towel from him, wrapping it around yourself.
“You weren’t home when I got here?” You posed it like a question, seeing if he would volunteer what he was doing.
“Handling some business.” Was his simple reply, leaning against the wall of the bathroom. His eyes hadn’t left yours, save for the times he was following the trails of water down your chest.
You decided to take a step toward him, the front of you barely brushing his chest as you laid a soft kiss on his chin. “Everything okay?”
It was like your touch kick started something in him and he moved without warning. One hand going to your chin to tilt your mouth towards his and the other going to the small of your back to pull you closer. You accepted the demand graciously and placed your lips on his, loving the test of cinnamon and pine he always seemed to carry.
Marc groaned as the kiss deepened, his lips parting to allow your tongue entry while the hand on your back moved to your ass, lifting you in a silent plea to wrap your legs around him.
You could never deny this man.
Your legs around his waist and towel discarded somewhere on the bathroom floor, he walked the few paces out of the bathroom and to the bed, laying the both of you down on top of it. He pulled away from your mouth only to kiss down your jaw, nipping and sucking on your neck as he descended causing a tingle to ignite in your veins.
Your hands tugged on the bottom of his shirt greedily, demanding that his skin join yours and he obliged happily - only pulling away for a second before he was back on top of you, the skin of his chest rubbing against your stomach while his lips found purchase on your breasts.
Marc was a hungry man, and sex with him was always disorienting. He had a way of devouring you and worshiping you at the same time, making you feel like both a meal and a feast.
With his lips wrapped around one of your peaked nipples, tongue languidly running up and down your hand went down to the buckle of his jeans, growing frustrated at the amount of clothes he was still wearing.
Marc lifted his gaze to yours then, pulling his mouth off of you with a sly smile. “Impatient tonight, gorgeous?”
Even this man’s voice was sinful.
Your only answer was another frustrated tug at his jeans and he finally sat back, pulling them down for you and going to resume his previous position - but you were having none of that.
When he was finally naked, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped the two of you over. Your knees placed on either side of his hips as your warm center sat on the underside of his cock, giving him just a hint of how excited you were.
Marc huffed out a breath, mouth parted slightly while his hands explored your skin. He loved you like this - excited and in charge. You worked quickly, kissing down his chest until you reached the v at his waistline, tongue tracing the planes of him.
One of his hands fisted in your hair and he let out a breathy groan, anticipation gnawing at his gut. He felt you smile against his hip before you finally continued down, tongue flicking out to circle the head of his cock.
The tightening of his grip on you was all the encouragement you needed, and soon he was hitting the back of your throat, nose pressed against his stomach while your throat worked around him.
You could feel his hips twitching past the burn in your throat, his attempts not to choke you even more. You pulled up slowly, tongue following in circles while your hand went to replace what you’d left out.
Every time Marc moaned you could feel a pulse at your core, certain that you had to be almost dripping at this point. Your eyes trailed up to find his face while you bobbed at a languid pace on his cock, taking as much as you could into your mouth with each stroke.
He reminded you of a god, chiseled jaw working with a fire burning in his hooded eyes as he gazed at you taking all of him in.
“You’re such a good fucking girl.”
The praise was all you needed to kick into gear. You pace quickened, cheeks hollowing to give him as much pressure as you could. Marc’s head tilted back into the pillows, his hips rising to meet your movements.
After a few moments you heard the low groan in his chest and he pulled on your hair, just hard enough to hurt a bit and he guided you off of his cock and up to his mouth, kissing you passionately with the taste of himself on your tongue.
You went to sit on top of him while your pussy begged to have him inside but he pulled away from you, a hand roughly gripping your jaw as he gave you a command.
“On your knees.”
You gave him a small smirk but quickly obeyed; this was one of the things you loved about being with him. The dominance he could assert over you made you hot in ways you hadn’t thought possible.
Once you were in the position you knew he liked, face down in the mattress with your hips lifted high, the anticipation in your gut was almost killing you. You felt him kneel behind you, one hand running over your back while the other gripped one of your ass cheeks, massaging it lightly with the tip of his hard cock pressing against your opening.
You whimpered a bit, trying to push your hips back into him to speed up the process but his only response was a firm smack to the cheek he’d been holding. He rubbed a soothing hand over it while the one that had been placed on your back slid down to your core, fingers swiping against your entrance.
“You’re always so wet for me.” His voice was almost a whisper, all throat. The only response you were able to give him was a wiggle of your hips, silently begging him to end your torture.
“You want my cock, baby? You know what to do.” He had his hand gripping himself, pushing the tip against your entrance just enough for you to feel him start to slide through before he pulled back.
“Please fuck me, Marc.”
“Good girl.” His response was instantaneous, cock pushing in all the way to the hilt on the first stroke, one hand gripping your hip and the other finding its preferred place in your hair.
You were a lost cause now, the feeling of him stretching you making your only communication moans. He made quick work, enjoying the teasing but always being just as on edge as you by the time that he was finally seated inside of you.
His strokes were unrelenting, pulling out to the tip before pushing roughly back inside, always bottoming out. The hand that was on your hip moved to that bundle of nerves, two fingers rubbing quick circles that matched his thrusts.
“Oh fuck, Marc.” You knew you wouldn’t last long, he always knew the right buttons to press. The slight pain that twinged from your scalp where he held your hair to the aching in your core from his rough thrusts, you felt the pit open up in your stomach while he fucked you - cock taking you somewhere only he could.
Marc leaned down over you, chest pressed against your back to change the angle of his thrusts, grunting his pleasure into your ear. “Always so tight for me, baby. Are you gonna cum on my cock?”
That was all it took to undue you. A loud moan spilling out of your mouth as you felt the coil snap in your stomach, your orgasm rocking you to your very bones. Marc kept his pace through it, unrelenting on your clit while you rode out the high of your orgasm.
He removed himself from you momentarily and you knew what was about to happen. You turn on your knees to look at your boyfriend, ignoring the tremors in them and notice a sheepish smile on his face - and his still hard cock.
You moved toward him, hands on either side of his face while you lean in for a sweet kiss, forcing him onto his back on the bed.
“Hi, Stevie.” You say once you pull away, sitting yourself with your center barely hovering over the hardness of him.
“Hello, darling.” Steven’s voice is lighter than Marc’s, but still twinged with that same lust.
You reach one hand down to line him up with your entrance before slowly sliding down on him, a moan coming from both of your still interlocked mouths. You take your mouth from his briefly, gaze searching his own while you rock slowly on his cock - legs still twinging from the others ministrations.
Steven always looked at you like this - adoringly. Like you hung the moon and crafted the stars yourself. You couldn’t help the smile you gave him before you tilted your head back, bouncing slowly on him and savoring the feeling.
They were perfect.
#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#steven grant fanfiction#mar spector fanfiction#moon knight fanfiction#marc spector x you#steven grant x you#steven grant smut#marc spector smut#uh yeah#my works
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To Have & To Hold: Part 8
Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)
Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader
Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.
A/N: sorry it's been a while...
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The sun was going down and you and Marc were headed back to your place. You two were sufficiently tired. Out of the handful of venues you checked out, there were two that you were torn between: a vineyard and a Victorian ballroom.
When you and he entered your home, you kicked off your shoes and tossed your stuff to the side, "I'm too tired to cook. I'm ordering takeout. Do you want me to order anything for you?"
Marc moves to sit on your couch, "Whatever you pick should be fine. I'm not picky." He rests his feet on your coffee table.
"Sounds good!" you give him a thumbs up and head to the kitchen, "Do you want a beer?"
"Sure."
You turn to head to the kitchen, but stop when the doorbell rings. Your brows furrow in confusion, "Who's that?" You walk over to the door and opening it. No one was a vase full of flowers, "Huh?"
You pick it up, eyes catching a little card that reads: Congratulations on your engagement. See you soon. xo
"Who sent them?" Marc asks, resting a hand on your lower back.
You shrug, "Doesn't say." You close the door behind you and bring the flowers to your kitchen island. You set it in the middle and smile, "Whoever it was, they have a great taste in flowers." You turn to Marc with a smile, "These are my favorite."
He nods, "Yeah. I remember. You had your dad's gardener grow a patch of them in the front of your dad's."
You lean against the counter, a smirk on your face, "You remember a lot about me."
Marc shrugs, "Part of the job is observing and remembering certain details of people. Never know when it'll become useful." He's staring at you. His usual hard eyes now soft upon your gaze. He's glancing down at your lips and slowly leaning in.
You're leaning in too until you suddenly hear beeping coming from the flower vase.
Both of you turn and Marc immediately grabs the vase, rummaging through the flowers. It's staring up at him now...a bomb.
"Go! Run! Now!" he pushes you forward and you're running. He's right behind you and then a hot blast throws you forward. You hit your head hard on the ground, blurring your vision. You look back to see your kitchen blown to pieces and on fire.
Marc is near you, so you crawl over to him. A pool of blood is growing near his head, "No no no no! Marc!" You gently shake him, "Marc, please, wake up." He groans and you're grateful there's still sign of life, "Mar-" your words are cut off when a bag is pushed over your head and your hands are restrained behind your back.
"NO! GET OFF ME! GET-MARC! STEVEN! HELP!" your cries are unheard as Marc continues to lay unconscious. You're doing your best to kick and fight, but it's hard when you can't see. You're dragged away and thrown into a car. Your cries continue to be unheard.
"Enough!" a man yells and a blow to your face knocks you out instantly.
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"Wake up, Marc. WAKE UP!" Marc jolts awake and, for a moment, he's confused on where he is. He's surrounded by debris and he's on the ground.
He groans as he lifts his body up, his bones begging to lay back down. He goes to a kneel, leaning back on his feet and he's looking around.
Your home. Debris and blames surround him.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He rushes to a stand, roaring out your name, "Y/N?! Y/N?!" he looks around to not see you or hear a thing from you.
"Y/N?!" he hears another voice call out to you. Your dad.
Marc rushes to where the front door had been to see your dad at the steps.
"Marc...where-"
"She's not here," he pauses, trying to remember what happened prior. The flowers. The almost kiss. The bomb.
"Flowers. There were flowers delivered and a bomb was hidden inside," he shakes his head, "I should've been more careful. They took her while I was out."
"Who sent the flowers?" your father was surprisingly calm considering you were kidnapped.
"The card didn't say. Just congratulated her and said 'see you soon'."
Your dad runs a hand down his face, "We need to get you to a hospital."
Marc shakes his head, "No. I'm fine. We need to get started to looking for her."
"You're blee-"
"I'M FINE!" Marc shouts and then clenches his jaw when your dad cocks a brow at him, "I'm sorry, sir. It's just...you entrusted me with your daughter and because of my slip up, she got taken."
"I know, but I also know you'll do anything to get her back." He walks back towards his car, "Are you sure you're okay?" he looks at Marc with concern of a father.
"I am," Marc replies coldly.
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You don't know how long you'd been out, but you were rudely awaken to your head being dunked in freezing cold water.
You gasp for air as your head was thrown away from the water, your vision clearing to see someone you weren't expecting to see.
"Harrow?"
"Hello, Sunshine."
Your father's former business partner and friend leaned against a rickety table. His usual cane gripped in his hand.
"I thought you were dead."
Harrow hums, "You'd think so from how your father brutally beat me to an inch of my life. But the old man couldn't deliver the final blow."
"What do you want? Why am I here?" your body is sore, you're tired. You just want to go home, back to Marc and Steven.
"You," he points at you, "My dear Sunshine, are my pawn in this game of life."
"Enough with the bullshit, Harrow. What. Do. You. Want?!"
"Everything," he hissed as he rushes to you, "Your father took everything from me."
You scoff, "After you tried to take everything from him? You're fucking delusional."
"His empire was supposed to be mine. But no, decided to promise it to that fucking Marc Spector."
"So how the hell do you think you can take my dad's empire from him?"
Harrow smirks, "Well Spector can't have the empire if he can't marry you."
#marc spector x reader#marc spector imagine#steven grant imagine#steven grant x reader#mob au#marvel au#mafia au
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