“I’m not Steven, you do not control me or my actions Marc.”
Y/N threw her satchel onto the nearby table once they entered their room in the place they were staying. The sun was slowly disappearing from the Egyptian sky and all she wanted to do right now was take a shower to wash off the day’s sweat but unfortunately for her, Marc wasn’t about to drop their argument just yet.
“We’re not in London and out here you could get yourself killed, fuck- stop!” Marc angrily held onto her wrist, keeping her from walking off on him. With furry in his eyes, Marc towered over the woman that pushed his buttons repeatedly.
“Let go of me Marc.”
“No, you’re going to stand here and listen to what I have to say.”
“I’ve heard enough from you today that’ll last me a lifetime. I wanna speak to Steven.”
“You could’ve gotten killed out there today, I told you to stay put.”
Let me have the body Marc
Y/N glared at the fuming man that’s still towering over her with a hard look on his face meanwhile Marc and Steven were going back and forth internally. Y/N merely quirked her eyebrow and he loosened his grip on her, rolling his eyes as she walked off.
Give me the body, she’s only going to keep this up unless you let me take over
“I seriously don’t know how the hell Steven puts up with you.” They both held each other’s gaze in the full body mirror and Steven continued to plead for him to let him out. Instead of retaliating, Marc grunted and gave his alter-ego the green light to take over the body they shared.
“Hello love.” Y/N’s stoic demeanour quickly faded at the sound of the British accent that belonged to Steven Grant. Removing her hair tie, she turned to face the sweetheart of the two egos with her signature smile plastered on her face.
“I never thought he’d let you out so easily.” She closed the distance between them both to wrap her arms around him in the tightest hug she could give him and Steven returned it.
“It wasn’t easy, he’s pissed off.” Marc glared at Steven in his reflection in the mirror that faced them.
“Good, he’s a controlling, ignorant asshole that throws a hissyfit when things don’t go his way.” Steven winced as Marc shouted in his head at her remark. I’m an ignorant asshole?! Fuck this, give me control right now Steven!
“He was only looking out for your safety, love.” She scoffed and turned on her heels to get to the bathroom. Steven waited for the door to shut behind her before walking over to the mirror.
“Mate you might want to not shout in my head next time, yeah.”
“Give me the body now.”
“Absolutely not, you’re the reason she’s pissed and if I have to stay up all night for you to not get control I’ll do it.” Marc clenched his jaw staring back at Steven as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I get that you were trying to keep her safe but she’s tougher than you think mate.”
“I don’t give two rats ass, she could’ve gotten hurt or worse yet, killed. I get that she’s your only friend but I’m not going to let this shit fly.” Steven’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head and he struggled to get his words out.
“Don’t-”
Marc reached for the bottle of whiskey and brought the bottle up to his lips; Steven was no longer in control of the body and she’s in for it when she gets out of the shower.
“What’s your brilliant plan idiot?” He ignored him and downed another mouthful of whiskey. He placed the half empty bottle back on the bedside table just in time as she walked out in an oversized white t-shirt.
“Honestly though Steven, I don’t know how you do it.” She bent over to grab her bag off the floor, oblivious to the man’s changed behaviour and the fact that he was no longer seated on the bed but now standing behind her. She straightened up and gasped, not expecting him to be standing there.
“He doesn’t put up much of a fight unlike you.” Marc’s breath fanned against the shell of her ear sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re quiet now? I thought you had a whole damn lot to say about me earlier.” Y/N turned to face the man that just couldn’t seem to leave her to cool off; both of them exchanging nasty looks.
“You are the most unbelievable, infuriating, insufferable, controlling prick-” Her words were cut short when Marc wrapped his large hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to restrict her breathing for a few seconds.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the way Marc had his hands on her and the fact that he made her feel so small, so submissive, had a pool of arousal forming in her clean underwear. Marc’s curls fell onto his forehead as he leaned in closer to her making him look even sexier than before. Y/N innocently batted her eyes at him as he guided her backwards until her back came into contact with the wall.
“Since you had so much to say about me, let me return the favour.”
“Screw you.” Marc tightened his grip and held it long enough until she wriggled to regain oxygen in her lungs.
“You’re stubborn and think that you always know best. You’re quick to jump into danger without thinking things through, you’re temperamental-”
“You’re one to talk-”
“You’ve got a smart mouth that’s bound to get you into trouble and when it does, I want to be right there when it happens and Steven? He’s going to have no choice but to watch.”
“Fuck off, Marc.” Y/N lashed his chest which only ended up with the front of her body being pressed against the wall with her wrists held behind her back.
“Now why’d you think that was a good idea, sweetheart?”
“Marc-” His name fell from her lips in a pleading manner, the only problem was that she didn’t know if it was a plea for him to stop or for him to continue whatever the hell this was.
“You like this sweetheart? You like the way I have you pinned against the wall, don’t you?” Marc’s voice dropped an octave lower making her walls clenched tightly around nothing.
“In your dreams.” Marc brought his hand down on the flesh of her exposed ass, ripping an involuntary moan from her. He did it again and smirked as she gave him the same response, this time he messaged the area he spanked to soothe the sting.
“You’re so responsive to me.” Marc moved his hand around to the front of her, his fingers trailing the fabric of her underwear. Y/N opened her legs further apart for him to have better access to where she needed his touch the most. Marc lightly bit down on her ear as he rubbed her through her soaked panties.
“Marc, please.” His teasing was driving her insane, she needed him and she needed him now but he wasn’t giving in so easy.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” Her mouth fell open following him shifting the thin material to the side to run his digits through her arousal.
“Shit.” Marc was enjoying this too much, his erection was dying to be released from the confines of the jeans he had on. Y/N bit down on her lip feeling him insert two of his fingers into her cunt while the pad of his thumb was pressed against her bundle of nerves.
“You’re dripping wet baby girl and I barely even touched you.” Y/N pushed back against him grinding on the tent in his pants. Marc released her wrists and she immediately undid his belt and jeans before slipping her hand into his boxers.
“Not so fast.” He smacked her hands away from his throbbing member and removed his other hand from between her legs. Marc turned her around and dropped to his knees; he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid it down her legs, discarding it somewhere behind him.
“I wanna taste you.” Y/N leaned against the wall again for support as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder before flattening his warm tongue against her nether region. Her hands latched onto the mass of curls that sat on top of his head, grinding down onto his face as she chased her release. Marc sucked and licked, lapping up her sweet juices like a man unable to quench his thirst.
“Don’t stop- shit.” Her climax was right around the corner, Marc could tell by the way she was desperately grinding down on him.
“No, Marc- fuck!” The smug bastard left her hanging, pushing himself to his feet with a wicked grin on his face.
“You want to cum, you’re going to have some apologising and begging to do.” He guided her over to the edge of the bed and pushed her onto her back. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows with a scowl on her face, watching as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, followed by his green button up and black t-shirt.
Her walls fluttered around air, watching as he stroked his erect cock; he had length and girth, she needed him to stretch her out in the best way possible. Marc watched on as she opened her legs for him to see her glistening cunt. He stepped over to her and slapped his cock against her swollen lips to get her talking.
“If you want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours sweetheart you better start apologising.” Marc thrusted his hips against hers, coating his shaft in her slick arousal; his antics making her swallow her pride.
“I’m sorry Marc.”
“For?”
“I’m sorry for everything that I said now please, please fuck me.”
“That wasn’t so hard.” Marc lined up with her entrance and slowly slid all the way in; both of them moaning in union at the feeling. Marc pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and caged her in using his body.
“You’re so tight.” Y/N pulled his face down to hers, crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Marc pulled all the way out before thrusting back into her, setting a moderate pace as he pounded into her.
If anyone had told her that on her third night in Egypt she’d be getting fucked by her friend’s alter ego, she would’ve said that they’re crazy but here she was with her legs spread apart and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Marc..” He kissed her again before standing upright; he spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upwards, this new angle gave him access to the spot that had her seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed beautifully with the sound of her arousal coating his cock and their moans of pleasure.
Marc’s hand found its place on her neck again, slightly choking her as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her climax. The coil in the pit of her stomach was wound up so tight, she was about to tip over the edge.
A pornographic moan escaped her as Marc rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit in a back and forth motion. Her toes curled and her back arched off the bed beneath her, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the sheets.
“I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.”
With a cry of his name, her walls clamped down on him drawing a slew of profanities from his mouth. His hips came to a stuttering stop as he spilled his hot seed into her. Y/N pulled him back down to her for yet another kiss, however, this one was slower and intimate. Marc lazily rocked his hips, mixing their releases together as they both came down from cloud nine. He pulled out completely and she blissfully sighed feeling his release spill from her abused hole.
If you ran away - Mind if I stay? Part 2 (Steven Grant x Reader)
Summary:The worst morning of Steven’s life is officially the one he woke up without you. Nothing’s made sense since. And if he thinks it can’t get any worse, that’s only because he has yet to notice his nightmares catching up to him.
Warnings:SO MUCH ANGST, sad Steven is an understatement, no smut just brief mentions but the series is 18+ so minors DNI, ep 1 spoilers
Word count: ~6.1K
A/n:Okay just so it’s clear, I am not making Marc the bad guy! I’m going somewhere with this (I’m trying to at least:)) This is just me experimenting with making a series *sweats nervously*
Title and lyrics from Where’s my love? by SYML. Gonna start adding those at the beginning ‘cause I love the soundtrack in my head.
“Yeah, no, the date was great. She really liked the… flowers. And me. She’s really… smart and funny, and she’s got the most wonderful laugh. You’d really like her. I think this could really… lead somewhere, you know? Might bring her around soon. Anyway, sorry I missed you again, Mom. Love you. Laters, gators.”
The smile Steven had forced onto his face died the moment he hung up. Not that it had done much to brighten the tone of his voice.
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Words: 2600
Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, break up, Jake can be a dick
Summary: Marc had a suspicion he had another person in him, Steven wasn’t the only one, that was evident after what happened with Harrow. But neither Marc nor Steven could be prepared when they met Jake.
When Marc realized that Khonshu tricked them, he was fuming, and so was Steven.
“You said you would let us go!” yelled Marc.
“I said I’ll let you and the worm free, never mentioned your third party.” Marc and Steven both felt as if their stomach fell, the feeling of being played was devastating.
They found themselves on yet another mission. A mission they thought was long over, yet here they were, standing in a weird temple and the worst is that Layla was with them.
“Khonsu, you liar!” she yelled. “You said you would set them free!”
“Again, I never mentioned the third one, if he chose to work for me, that has nothing to do with you.”
All three knew Khonsu had a point. Yet, still, they were super mad.
“You played us!” said Steve as he came forward.
“Can we get over this, please? We are here to catch someone very dangerous before you three decided to arrive, the plan was going swimmingly,“ said Khonshu.
Layla followed what he thought was Marc, that is how she got there and how thankful she was that she went.
Then they met the guy they were there for.
His name was Jacob Highs, according to Khonshu he likes to torture people and plays cruel games with them.
"Marc Spector, I know about you. Now, it’s time for you to face your demons!” the man let out a wicked laugh.
“Kill him Marc!” yelled Khonshu. “Kill him before h-”
—
“Marc?” he heard Layla’s voice.
“What happened?” he asked as he opened his eyes, he found himself in an old dingy house. From the window, he could see the outside was pitch black. No landscape, nothing, only darkness.
“I-I don’t know but…” Layla couldn’t finish her sentence as Marc was hugged suddenly.
“Oh, Marc! I thought you died!” said Steven.
“Steven? How is this possible?”
“Told you Highs is dangerous.” said Khonshu, "He likes to play with people. This is one of the realms he created.“
Marc finally stood up and he noticed another man, another him.
"So, you are Jake.” all three looked at Jake who rolled his eyes, not answering. The three started to talk trying to figure out what to do.
“How do we get out of here?” asked Layla who looked at all three men and Khonshu.
“We wait.” said Jake, finally speaking up, everyone looked at him.
“Wait? Are you out of your mind?”
“Technically, yes. I am.”
“How could we just stand and wait?” asked Steven as he looked at everyone.
“We will die here if we don’t find a way out.” said Layla.
“Yeah, let’s just start walking, get out of this filthy house and see what we are against.” said Steven as Marc was thinking.
“No, we need to wait.” said Jake again with a firmer tone.
“Why would we just sit here and wait?” asked Marc, annoyed with the man in the hat.
“Because, unlike you two, I have a girlfriend who is actually useful.” said Jake and just as he said that Jacob’s unconscious body flew in the window, shattering the glass as he landed. Jake made an ‘I-told-you-so’ face at the others before the door opened and a woman came in, you.
“Oh,” you looked at all the people in there. “Hello.” you offered a small wave. You looked at Khonshu. “So, he doesn’t speak and I didn’t want to kill him in case that would get us stuck here forever.” you said and then turned to the others. “Well, this is… awkward.”
“Hi, Mi Amor.” you smiled at Jake and placed a kiss on his lips, he pulled you close by your waist.
“There they go again.” said Khonshu as Jake whispered Spanish words into your ear before disappearing to find a way out.
The other three just watched in disbelief. Not it all made a lot more sense to Layla, whenever Marc forgot a date or he was late, or he had marks on him that wasn’t from fighting, Layla had a suspicion he had another woman, but she never knew Jake was there and that he had someone.
When you finally pulled away from Jake, he kept you close, kissing your neck, determined to leave a mark on your delicious skin.
“Sorry, this is a bit, come on now.” you tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.
“Who are you?” asked Steven.
“You must be Steven, lovely to meet you and you Marc, and oh what was it? Lauren?”
“Layla,” said Marc with a very annoyed tone but you didn’t mind.
“Right, lovely to meet you all, Jake did mention you three, but as you can see he’s not big on talking.” just as you said that Jake pulled you closer, and it made you giggle but he also bit your neck a little.
“My name is Y/N, I’m Jake’s girlfriend and partner in crime. I’m a descendant of a Goddess, not too sure which one, I have certain powers. Like I can see the angry pigeon standing behind you.” everyone turned to see Khonshu there.
Jake finally finished with your neck as he let you go, but still kept you close.
“I wasn’t able to find a way out.” he said before he turned to Jacob, he was out cold and he will be for a long time. “We will stay here and when he wakes up we will convince him to let us out.”
“Lovely, this is like camp when you are a kid. I would love to get to know you all better. Let’s start with you Steven.” you sat down on the floor, creating fire in the fireplace to keep you all warm.
And you talked.
—
You talked a lot. Marc was sure he has gone mad. Not that he wasn’t already insane but this.
To finally meet the man who killed many, whom he didn’t know about, who he cannot even remember, and he had a girlfriend?
Marc was loyal to Layla, always.
But this, this was too much, and by Layla’s expression, he thought the same.
“So, how does this work?” asked Marc with a very annoyed voice. “We find out that Khonshu lied to us, we are still Moon Knight, and now this. Another me and you?”
“I know you feel cheated, Khonshu did hide this from you b-”
“And just who the fuck are you?!” Marc was now angry.
“Amigo! Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my girl! If it wasn’t for her that fucker would be out there torturing us.”
“This IS torture!"
Steven wanted to defuse the situation, he really did but he agreed with Marc.
"So, how does this work?” he asked the same question Marc just did.
“He comes to me, we go on dates, usually that includes killing people Birdie tells us to kill, then we go back to my place or to his, sorry, yours and have sex. Easy life. I leave before he wakes up or he leaves before you switch.”
The way you were so causal about this was disturbing. They all made a face.
“Look, I know you all are new to this, but I am a good fucking person okay? I help people, I save people and I knew what I was getting into when I met Jake. He told me about you three, he told me how this works, you all can be angry at me all you want, but you cannot deny a man from his love.”
Layla was too quiet during all this, even you noticed. It must be hard for her to hear all this, but this wasn’t just about her.
You loved Jake and Jake loved you, they all have to live with that as you live with the fact that Marc and Steven love Layla.
“Nah, I say we vote. It’s two against one. You two have to stop… this.” said Steven.
“Vote? Are you mad? Do you want me to crush your skull?” spoke Jake but you put your hand on his shoulder.
“Try me.” you said. “Try it, try and separate us, Steven, even you Marc, I challenge you to try.” They didn’t know what you were capable of. And for Jake, you’d do everything.
Suddenly everything felt cold, the windows started to freeze and the fire went out, the wooden floor began to get slippery with the ice on the surface.
You weren’t joking, Marc thought you were, but you were not.
Powers? Definitely. You were scary, Marc didn’t want to mess around with you, not for one bit.
That fire in your eyes as you stood up for the one you loved, he had never seen that before, not even in his own eyes.
It made him question so many things.
And by the look on Layla’s face, as she excused herself to another room, he knew.
You watched as the two left, leaving Steven behind.
“So, Steven, I heard you work in a gift shop in a museum?”
“Used to work.” he corrected.
“Right, so, anything you learned there? Jake never really liked it, although he did like one of the tour guides.” you said sending a side-eye towards him.
“It was you? You asked her on a date to the stake house!” now it made sense even to Steven, he did find it difficult to believe Marc, who was married would ask someone on a date.
“Yes, but I found someone better.” you smiled as Jake finally sat down beside you. “Tengo Frio, Amor.” he said and you put the fire back on. Steven sat down close to it, thankful that the ice was finally gone.
“Look, Steven, I understand this is a lot to take in, it was a lot for me as well. But I’m not going to let Jake just leave. Maybe it is unfair to Layla, but if you take him from me, that is unfair to me. You have to understand, please. I love him. And I’m sure I can love you too. I mean no harm.”
You spoke so gently like you were trying to make a child understand something huge, and you kind of were.
You understood their side, you really did. But you were not willing to let go of Jake. Never.
When Layla and Marc arrived back, they looked… not happy. To say the least.
“Okay, now that we talked about this, ready to leave?” you stood up as did Steven and Jake.
“W-But I thought you said you can’t-”
“I never said I can’t get us out of here, all I said is that I’m not willing to kill him to risk getting us stuck.” you said smiling at Steven.
“Smart girl.” said Khonshu as he waited. You closed your eyes but then remembered one more thing.
“Oh and Mr Lockley, you better thank me for this! You know what I like!”
“Ice cream.”
“That, and you on your knees baby.” you winked and before anyone could answer, you quickly worked your magic.
—
Marc woke up in his bed, alarmed at what just happened, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not.
“Steven? Was it all a dream?”
“If it was, we dreamt the same thing. We have to go to work.”
Marc got dressed and let Steven take over so they could go to work. Both of them were thinking hard. Was it really all just a dream?
Steven worked as usual, having a smile on his face as he served everyone. And just like Marc, he couldn’t think of anything else.
He knew he will need to talk to Layla and you as well. But how would this work out? Would this work out at all?
—
Well, Layla wasn’t happy. At all.
Is seemed like she understood the fact that Egyptian Gods were real better than that a person can have D.I.D. It broke Marc’s and Steven’s heart.
She left them.
Marc blamed you, of course he did, but Steven, he felt something else, curiosity.
He wanted to find you, and he was willing to ask Jake for help. But he knew better than to mess around with Jake especially since Marc knew about Steven’s steps.
Another week ended, you let out a sigh as you stood in front of the museum. Jake asked you to come since he wanted to go to a restaurant. You eyed the woman he asked previously on a date.
“Damn, she’s gorgeous.” you said as she smiled at her colleague and left.
You turned around to look at the stairs, seeing one person coming your way.
“Would you look at that, I was waiting for,” you checked your watch. “Five minutes…hmm… it felt longer.” You moved your arms around his neck as you kissed him.
But something was off, instead of his arms moving around you, he just froze.
“Shit. Steven?” you asked as you quickly pulled back.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Oh, sorry, Jake said he wanted to meet, I thought you were him. I’m sorry.”
You wanted to leave, disappear.
“I-I actually wanted to speak with you. If you are up for it.”
“Sure, let’s go eat something I’m starving.”
You two arrived at a steak restaurant, you ordered a nice plate of steak while Steven only asked for a salad.
“You are charming.” you said and it made Steven stutter.
“Thank you.”
“Charming, smart, handsome and British. Nice combination, makes all the panties drop.” you probably shouldn’t have said that especially while he was drinking, but you did.
“Layla left us.” he said with such a sad tone it made you feel bad.
“I’m sorry Steven.”
“It was her decision, she said she couldn’t bear the thought of Marc with someone else.”
“So, is he blaming me? Are you?”
“No, it was her decision, we could have made it work.” you could have, really, but if she wasn’t up for it.
“Alright then, Mr Accent. Let’s not talk about your ex on our first date. Tell me about you. You obviously know a lot. You might be able to help me.”
“Help you?”
“Yes, you see, I am really interested in my past, I’m still not sure where I got my powers from and I want to find out.”
He looked interested like a new quest just opened its doors for him.
“How much do you know?”
“Besides the name of the orphanage I grew up in, nothing.”
Then his eyes changed.
“Hi Marc.”
“I’m not angry at you, you didn’t make Layla leave, but what are you doing with Steven?”
“Asking for help, that’s all.” you really had no other intentions but you understood that Marc was protective over Steven.
“I’m sure you will grow to like me. I like Steven he is kind.” Marc was still not sure about you. Then you looked up at the building behind him, he did as well as he saw Khonshu.
When he turned back, you noticed the change immediately.
“There you are” you smiled as he finally appeared.
“Who was it?”
“Both actually, she left them.”
“Good.” Jake called over the waiter ordering a steak.
“Don’t be mean, she was nice.”
“She didn’t fit me. You do.” Jake was always harsh you were used to it by now, it also rubbed off on you a little so now you were the same from time to time. “Now, Marc has to get used to the thought as well. And you will be able to move in as I asked you before.”
“Whatever you say, Babe.” you smiled as you drank from your wine.
Every flavour, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, you loved them all. And that is why you needed one immediately after the car stopped.
You knew you were there to do business, but you didn’t care.
And with your shake in your hand, you walked happily back to the car. Dodging the driver as he noticed you and opened the door for you.
You offered him a smile and a small thanks before getting in.
“Oh, that was fast.” You said noticing Harrow on the seat. You assumed it would take longer to get him from the hospital, hence why you went to get the shake. You moved to sit by Khonshu’s side.
“Y/N, but I thought you were dead.” said Arthur with a concerned voice.
“Everyone did. But its not that easy to get rid of me.” You smiled.
“So, what? Your wife is your avatar now?” asked Arthur with a grin you wanted to punch off of his face. He knew one God cannot be the other’s avatar, yet he still wanted to push your buttons.
“Meet our friend, Jake Lockley.” Khonshu said as he knocked on the window, rolling down the divider in the car, Jake shot Harrow.
It was over.
Finally, Ahmet was defeated. Jake finished what Marc couldn’t.
Then he started driving, and you finished your shake.
“I like your suit.”
“I know, Little Bird, you said it like ten times already.”
“Well, you look sexy in it, what can I say.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I like the modern world.”
“What do you mean? We used to live in a palace before all of that fell.”
“A palace without the modern food and way too much sand. I like it here.”
“Too much sand, we lived in the desert! My Dear Love, Y/N Goddess of War, you enjoy this time?”
“There’s more war in this world than it was ever. People hating each other, people killing each other is nothing new, but this is new.”
“You always enjoyed madness.”
“Goddess of War…duh.” Yet you never hurt anyone or judged them like Ahmet did, your love with Khonshu blossomed, he protected the night, the travellers of the night, you just watched over them. Even if war was your domain, murder can get boring after some time. While others didn’t see Khonshu, they saw you. It was a curse the other Gods put upon you when they banished the two of you.
Of course, you stood by your husband and they didn’t like that. So, when they banished you, they put a curse on you for people to see you. They said the curse was for the Goddess of War so people could put a face to their hatred.
It was a cruel curse but it had its benefits.
“What do you say, My Love, let’s go on a walk.” He offered and told Jake where to stop the limo.
London was very different from the desert you used to live in. You were used to palm trees, sand and small houses. And although you watched as humanity changed and grew, it still surprised you how much it did.
Parks, green grass, trees, fountains, lakes, people walking dogs, children playing, laughter and joy. It was not something you often stopped to watch, and yet there you were, sitting on a bench with Khonshu and Jake.
“You look nervous.” You noted as you looked at Jake.
“This is wasting time, we should be catching bad people.”
“Relax a little, tonight we hunt, for now, let her enjoy this. Get her some of that ice-thing.” Khonshu told Jake as he stood up to get you ice cream.
Jake was a good man, brutal and insane, but you did like him, he could be funny.
“You don’t have to order him around.”
“He cannot sit on his ass for more than two minutes.”
“Well, you did promise him that he could kill bad guys, you know he lovesto kill bad guys.”
You looked at Jake before turning back to Khonshu.
“He switched, it’s Steven.” You noted as the man looked confused when the guy asked him what flavour he wants. Khonshu disappeared from your side as you just watched Steven walk with the ice cream in his hand, he stopped in front of you. “You okay? You look lost.” You said, smiling at him.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He said before he walked away, leaving the park. Khonshu came back.
“There goes my ice-thingy.”
“I can get you one.”
“No need, I’ll get my own, but do answer one thing My Dear Husband,” you stood up from the bench, stretching your leg. “How do you plan on driving when our driver just left?” and with that you walked to the ice cream stand, leaving Khonshu to think.
Summary:Marc went through a lot already, good and bad, mainly bad, but with you came all the good.
Your pregnancy shook up Marc better than anything before. He never felt such anxiety as he did when you showed him that pregnancy test, and it was positive.
He was switching between himself and Steven a lot. Which you noted was due to his nerves getting the best of him. And just when you were about to feel bad about the whole thing, Steven calmed you, saying this was the best thing to ever happen to him and Marc.
Marc felt guilty for not being out more than he should have. He felt like he was leaving you all alone in this. And even if you said you don’t mind seeing Steven more and Steven did help a lot, Marc wanted to be there for you.
There were weeks, even a month when he didn’t even see you, it was all Steven.
“Marc, it’s okay honestly. It’s not like I don’t have anyone with me. Steven’s here and the baby.” you always told him, trying to calm him, but it barely worked. He was not convinced Steven could protect you if needed, it also didn’t help that Khonshu often asked Marc to go on missions.
Steven on the other hand enjoyed seeing you, he was scared, yes, but he was there to help and even went to the doctors with you. You often caught him talking to a mirror, hearing him tell Marc what happened while he was in control. He often showed Marc the pictures the doctors gave you, Steven even went to the lengths to show Marc your papers, stating everything was in order with the baby.
Then as your belly got rounder, Steven smiled a lot more, he touched your baby bump a lot more, begging to feel the little one move.
One morning something strange happened.
It wasn’t Steven and it was for sure not Marc either.
“Okay, looks like you know a lot about me, but I haven’t seen you, who are you?” you asked the man sitting in front of you drinking the coffee you made as he was talking about a cab or something.
“My name is Jake.“ He did look a bit offended, perhaps by the fact that you didn’t recognize him?
"Nice to meet you Jake.” you smiled. “I wonder…”
“You have seen me before, Babe, I mainly get in control during nights when you are already asleep. But we have been to the shopping centre together, usually I’m the one driving.“ Now it all made sense why Marc didn’t remember driving you all those times, you thought he was just joking.
"You’re the one leaving the flowers right? Steven just takes the credit for them.”
“Exactly, and you are pregnant, its ours right?” he asked so casually, so he knew he was one of Marc’s alters, but Marc didn’t know about him.
“Of course,” you showed the ring on your finger then pointed to his. “We got married last year.” you had a feeling Steven and Marc didn’t know about him.
“I remember, we danced. I don’t remember the baby-making though.” you were a bit confused as to what did he see or when was he present.
“Living with three different people is challenging even for me. Not even I’m sure who I was with during that time, but it doesn’t matter.”
He smiled and nodded. “That is true, the baby is ours, and you are our wife.” He turned his attention back to the meal in front of him
“Do you love me?” you asked suddenly.
“I do. You are always kind and you keep me calm. You are also stunning, Babe, pregnancy looks amazing on you. We should have more children.” You smiled and believed him, being with someone who has two other identities is strange, but there was something exciting about it as well.
“Let me push out this one first. Then the four of us can talk about another.” You said as you got his plate and started doing the dishes.
It was like, the same eyes looking at you, yet they were all so different. Marc, Steven and Jake. You wondered how it will all work out once you have the baby.
Jake looked like the kind to get things done, like he was to do the things Marc rather not. Jake would be amazing to have in the room when you give birth, he was even calmer and more collected than Marc.
But somehow, you loved them equally. They were all so different, yet the same.
They were all so gentle, kind and kept you safe.
Marc always promised to fight off whoever decided to even look you the wrong way. Steven made you tea and brought you snacks when you needed anything. And Jake, Jake brought you to places, driving you around, showing you around London, bringing you to parks.
They were all so different, yet they all loved you the same.
And you just knew, they will be amazing father’s for your little one.
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: Your life with the three men was challenging but incredibly rewarding at the same time. All four of you were happy.
“Well, Jenna’s getting married.” you said as you opened the text on your phone.
“Who?” asked Marc as he looked at you from the TV.
“Jenna, an old friend of mine, we didn’t speak in like… Two years. Why is she inviting me then?” you said as you looked at the text again, confused. “Oooh.”
“What is it?”
“She is getting married to a guy I used to like. She wants to rub it in. Well jokes on her, I have three boyfriends now.” you said as you replied to the message that you are going to the wedding and you will bring a plus one. “You’ll need a nice shirt.”
“Do I have to? Really?” Marc groaned, dissatisfied with the news. Being Moon Knight meant he rather not go to elegant events, or play dress-up, but then there were you. You, who convinced even Khonshu to give him a break so he could spend time with you.
“Not necessarily has to be you, could be Jake or Steven.”
“Why do you want to go so badly?” Marc asked as you sat down on his lap, moving your arms around his neck as he held your waist.
“Because I have just the right dress and if she thinks I am the loser in this situation she has something else coming.” you smirked.
Marc loved how cheeky you could be, petty, yes, but he loved it.
“Okay, we go with you, but you take Steven, he’s the polite one.”
“Now, who says Jake isn’t polite?”
“The guy whose nose he broke last week for asking you where the train station was.” you giggled, Jake was extremely protective and jealous.
“Right, but I can’t have sex with Steven in the bathroom, he would never agree!” you complained and Marc rolled his eyes.
“Why would you want to do that?”
“It’s tradition!” you whined. “Everyone knows that.”
“No one does that Sweetheart, maybe a couple of people but not…” Marc knew there was no point in arguing with you. He knew better.
He also knew you’d get anything you wanted, and if you wanted to go to a wedding, you will.
—
Your dress was stunning, hugged you just right, making the boys’ mouths water when they saw you, you adjusted their tie. Steven was a babbling mess when he saw you, a Goddess walking over to him, he was sure he died again.
“Mi Amor,” said Jake as he fronted and started to whistle. “I’m sure we can be a bit late.” he said with a suggestive voice. He leaned over into your ear, “Me estás volviendo salvaje.” and just as he said that, Steven was back.
“Let’s go then.” you said smiling as you headed downstairs for the cab to take you.
The wedding was okay. You didn’t like them too much white which was used as decoration but it definitely wasn’t hideous.
“Jenna, congratulations,” you said as you put on your best fake smile for her, you were only there for the free food, drinks and to see your men in that suit that made them look just divine. “This is my boyfriend, Steven.”
“Hello, nice ceremony, congrats.” Steven was as polite as ever. With another smile, both you and Steven were off to the venue to get drinks.
Steven of course started it slowly but you were already two shots in by the time he lifted the wine to his lips. “Slow down, Love.”
“I can take alcohol very well. One time I drank a bottle of whiskey and barely felt it.”
You still managed to amaze him even after all these months. Steven looked up to the ceiling only to see that it was a glass roof, it was reflecting everyone, he saw Marc who smiled at you and shook his head.
“Of course she did.”
The evening went on quite well. Steven was sitting, watching people dance, including you.
“Dance with her,” Marc would often say to encourage Steven but he was too shy.
“Then let me take the body.” Steven heard Jake say.
“But don’t hurt anyone.” Steven made sure before Jake appeared.
You were dancing, enjoying your time wondering when the cake will arrive when you felt a very familiar pair of arms around you. You smirked.
“I was waiting for youu~”
“I know Mi Amor, you look delicious in this dress and the way you move…”
“I look and taste delicious just for you Mister.” you winked and it was his time to smirk.
“Vamos a salir de aquí.”
“No, I want to dance. Can I dance with all of you?”
And you did. Each one is so different and you loved them the same. Jake was holding you so close, Steven barely touched you and Marc was in-between, touching you a little but he never held onto you like Jake did.
The evening was nice, you were enjoying yourself so much, you forgot that you were at a wedding a couple of times.
You even managed to get Jake alone to the ladies bathroom for a good time. When you two were done, without a shame he walked out. Everyone knew what you two did in there, but like you cared. You needed some fresh air so you headed outside and stood by the pond.
Jake held you close as he kissed your neck. It was cute to see how sentimental he got after sex when he could be so rough with you.
“Let’s sit down.” he said guiding you to a nearby bench.
You looked at the people talking, laughing, drinking and dancing inside.
“Do you think you will ever marry me?” asked Marc, he didn’t even realize what he just said, it just came out. You looked at him, stunned. “I-I mean I already messed up one marriage so I’m not good at this but… you are different.” he looked at you, you could see it in his eyes just how scared he was of your answer.
He always said he was nothing but a broken man, but you knew that wasn’t true. he was kind, gentle and incredible.
“You will have to ask me with a ring. Only then you’ll get my official answer. But my unofficial answer is the same I gave to Jake when he asked me months ago, yes I will marry you.”
Marc wasn’t even surprised when you revealed that Jake already asked you.
You caught Steven in the reflection of the window looking at the two of you, happy.
“Maybe the next wedding we attend will be ours.” said Steven as he looked at you and Marc.
“Maybe.” you let out a sigh. Marc leaned over to give you a kiss.
It was short and sweet, it made you feel special. You even felt it when he switched with Steven.
“Love, they are about to serve the cake.” Steven said as he was afraid to ruin the moment.
But you stood up so quickly, it nearly gave him whip-lash.
“Let’s go then.” you held out your hand for him to take as you offered them a smile.
You were the one for them, from now on being by your side will be their life and future.
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: After Layla left, Marc wasn’t the same he felt betrayed as Steven moved on so quickly, he didn’t blame you for this, he never could.
Marc was a hard egg to crack.
While Steven warmed up to you rather quickly, he loved to talk and you loved to listen to whatever he had to say. Egyptian Gods? Lore? Myths? Tombs? Sure, you were all in.
When Marc was in charge, you often just stayed behind, avoiding him, you felt bad about making Layla leave in a way, but just as you said, you are not willing to leave Jake behind. Never.
While you stayed low around Marc, with Steven you felt at home.
He was warm, kind and shy. Something you loved teasing him with.
Even your slightest sexual comment would make the man blush and stutter, it was cute.
Extremely cute.
You spent more time in their flat as well. Even when it was Marc, you stayed there, reading a book, cooking or watching his fish.
“You should get a third one.” you said one time, forgetting that it was Marc for a moment.
“I know, you already said that to Steven.” he said with a rather calm voice, he usually talked to you in a rough way, but not this time.
That was the time you realized that while Steven was in charge, Marc was still conscious and could hear and see everything Steven did.
Not like that would change your behaviour.
Then there was Jake, your lovely brutal murderer whom you loved so much.
Khonsu still instructed him on who to kill and what to do, and he followed, and so did you. It was actually quite a nice routine.
You helped Jake during the night, then you would get back to his place, have sex on whatever surface you felt like doing it at that particular moment and then fall asleep in each other’s arms. Then you’d wake up with Steven, get over the awkward stage of him being flustered because you two are naked, make breakfast and he would go to work while you just walk around London, trying to catch anything unusual with Khonshu. You would usually go pick up Steven after work, you two either go to a restaurant or get groceries to cook something.
It was a nice routine, comfortable and warm.
You loved it really.
If only Marc could get used to you as well.
Today, it was him, he woke up and headed to work. He was the one who gently pushed you away as you walked into the kitchen to greet him in the morning.
And you had enough.
You had enough of the fact that you constantly had to walk on glass around him.
You had a plan.
A terrible plan, but you had one.
One morning, Marc woke up and he was expecting you to be there. But you weren’t, not in the bed, not in the bathroom or the kitchen.
“Maybe she went out?” asked Steven in the mirror.
“I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do! Stop lying to yourself Marc, you like her! As much as I do if not more! I saw you with her during the nights when you run your hands all over her face and kiss her. I saw it all.” Steven’s words hurt Marc on a level. Like a teen getting caught kissing their pillow.
Marc knew there was no point in lying to Steven.
“She loves Jake, don’t forget that, not us.”
“Jake is us. he is a part of you just like me. If she loves him, she loves us.” Steven always made it sound so much easier than it really was. Marc was supposed to be the strong one, but it was Steven really.
“Go find her.” said Steven as he turned in the mirror in the bathroom. “Tell her how you feel, you know she avoids you because of Layla.”
Marc knew that, he knew very well he behaved like a child whose toy was taken from them.
He didn’t blame you for what happened, he blamed himself, his feelings for Layla were not strong enough.
He wondered if his feelings towards you might be stronger.
—
You stood in front of the museum, waiting for anyone really, Jake, Steven or Marc. Just someone to finally show up as they were late.
You contemplated heading up and into the museum but decided against it. You rather not embarrass yourself or anyone.
You looked at the sky and let out a groan.
You pulled your phone out and dialled Steven.
“Hello?”
“Steven! What’s going on? I have been waiting for you to finish work for the last…30 minutes.”
Silence.
“Love… today’s my day off. I told you that.”
He did. You just forgot. Shit.
“Oh,” was all you said before you hung up and with a simple motion teleported yourself to his home.
You scared him as he flinched nearly dropping the fish food he was holding.
“What the- You can teleport?!”
“Yes. I thought you knew- Oh, Jake knew.” you said as you took your coat off.
“And you have been making me run around London looking for stuff when you can just go and be there in seconds?”
“Yes, but it’s hard to explain to people how can a person just disappear into thin air. So, what did you do today?”
“Nothing really, fed Gus, watched some telly. What about you?”
“Good. I was just with Khonshu, he thought he had a lead but didn’t. You could have come with me! I forgot this was your day off.”
“Naah, I was fine here, I also did some shopping, got you some snacks you like.”
“Well, thank you kind sir.” you walked into the kitchen only to see dinner was ready. “And you made pasta?! Steven, you are just… wow, okay I’ll get on my knees for you, come here.” you said as you smelled the incredibly delicious food.
“Y/N.” now, that wasn’t Steven, you looked back to see Marc.
“Hi Marc. I was about to give Steven a good time, if you could switch back…"
"I wanted to talk.”
Oh boy. This never meant any good did it? You went out of the kitchen and sat down on the table, pushing away a couple of books in the process.
“I’m listening.”
Marc took a deep breath before he looked into the mirror. You knew Steven was saying something to him.
“One day I’ll crack that and I will be able to see and hear him in the mirror.” you said more to yourself but it made Marc look at you. Your powers always amazed him to no end.
You were so powerful.
“That’s-You could do that?”
“I have been trying to. I figured out a couple of things, there are certain things I can do to make you switch. I noticed music is a good trigger for example. Or food. Whenever you eat something, Steven likes to be in control.”
“I didn’t know I could… trigger it like that.”
“Oh, you could. I noticed when danger was near, Jake reacted too fast even I wasn’t able to. Then once the job is done, you or Steven are back.”
Marc’s mind was blank, what could he say to that? He looked in the mirror but Steven was stunned as well.
“Anyway, you wanted to talk about something.” you said as you crossed your legs and put your hand on your knee.
“Yes. I did. I don’t know how to say this, but I noticed you have been avoiding me, like now, you sat down so far away as if I was to break if you are closer, but I won’t. My mind might be broken but my body is strong.” that made you smirk a little, oh how you knew his body was strong. “Not like that.” he said trying to get back to his point. “I noticed this and I know it is because of what happened with Layla. I said this before I don’t blame you for what happened. Jake is his own person and he found you, you two fell in love, great. And now Steven too. And-and I think… I do too.” he said the last part with such a silent voice you had to really listen to understand.
And you did. And it shocked you.
“You do? You like me?” it was strange to think he did. He wasn’t exactly nice or rude to you. He was just… there. Marc wasn’t really talkative with you, he never asked you anything besides ‘What’s for dinner’ or 'Where’s the shampoo’ but, you did like him.
“I do like you yes, and I am over with pretending I don’t. I over running away from my feelings. This-this is something that physically pains me you know. When I see you smile or laugh with Steven and you don’t do that to me. And God knows what you do with Jake.”
“More than laughing.” you confirmed and he nodded.
“I want to do that too. I want to laugh with you, watch movies with you, go to dinner with you, cook with you and sleep with you. I want it all but only if you want it too.”
“You know, for a long time now, Jake always told me to stay away from you two, that you two had someone and I wouldn’t want to get mixed up in it. I don’t know if he wanted to keep me to himself because he was possessive or because he wanted to protect you two from the trouble. But I was never against it. Mental issues or not Marc you are an amazing person. Steven is a great example of it, who wouldn’t love a man like you? You kept Steven safe for so long. And to have you all three, it will be a challenge but… I helped kick a big purple alien’s ass, I think I can handle you three. You boys will have to learn to share.” you smiled and you saw the switch this time. “Only if you agree, Jake.” he rushed over to you putting his arms on each side of you, locking you in as you move your arms around his neck.
“I knew you could do it. I told you they will love you.” he leaned over and smirked as you turned and his nose hit your cheek. “Mi Amor, déjame besarte por favor.”
“You are too handsome to resist you know that? But I was kind of in the middle of something with Marc.” his eyes shined, to finally have the others love you as well, Jake felt like he won. And he did. He made them fall for you and he didn’t even have to do anything, this meant you would be by his side at all times. Just like he wanted. “Solo un beso más.”
You could do that, you turned your head and let him kiss your lips. He moved his hand around your hips as you dropped your leg, letting him take a step and pull you to the edge and into his body.
You moved your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer when he froze and stopped.
You pulled back out of confusion and looked at him.
“There you are.” you said, smiling as you saw Marc but you didn’t let go of him.
“Uhm, were you with Jake just now?”
“Yes.”
“O-okay he kind of switched right before the kiss and then I just went with it but then I… panicked."
"It’s okay, happens with the best of us.” you smiled and tried to pull him back but he didn’t let you.
“I really like you and I don’t want to mess it up as I did with Layla, you are special to me.”
“And you are special to me. All of you.” he smiled and you melted, that man had a gorgeous smile.
“Steven’s yelling at me to kiss you.”
“Oh, then why won’t you, or why won’t he?” you looked into the mirror behind you two but only saw Marc.
This was going to be a journey, having three boyfriends in one body, you were prepared for jealousy, but you were also prepared for the good.
Marc leaned in to kiss you and you ran your fingers through his hair, he melted into your touch, Jake also loved it when you played with his hair.
Now this, you really liked this. A place that once wasn’t too warm finally left like home. A man who wasn’t always the kindest to you, melted into your kiss.
Later that evening you were watching a movie with Steven and Marc, they both kept switching according to who wanted to talk at that moment. You were watching a rather gruesome horror.
“That’s not realistic. If you cut a limb off like that you’d bleed out in seconds.” Marc said.
“Thanks, Mate, appreciate it, all of us wanted to know that.”
“But what if you cut it off with like a really hot knife? Would it burn the flesh and stop the bleeding?”
Steven looked at you, eyes wide as you so casually popped a chip into your mouth.
“OR, what if it’s freezing cold outside? Wind and all, would the blood freeze?” You looked at Steven from the TV, seeing his shocked face. “What?”
“What are you doing?” Khonshu’s voice made you jump and so did Steven as he yelled in fear.
“Fucking HELL, Khonshu! STOP scaring me!” you said to the god as you threw a bag of chips at him, you watched as the bag bounced off of his chest onto the floor. Steven laughed a little.
“We have to go, I have a new target for my Moon Knight.” you looked at Steven and paused the movie.
“Let’s get this over with.” you stood up, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go, he won’t leave us alone until we go,”
It was now Marc in charge. “You can take this Jake.” said Marc as he switched.
“Vamos, mi amor. Entonces podemos tener sexo."
You laughed as Jake pulled you out of the flat through the window.
This was definitely a new adventure and you were all up for it.
A/N: Thank you everyone for the support on Part 1, I don’t plan on turning this into a long series but if I get an inspiration I might do a part 3, I’m thinking perhaps a wedding or a child would fit into my story. Let me know!
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of losing virginity, mention of Smut
Summary: Getting into a disagreement with Marc was something you wanted to avoid, but Steven took over and after a mission, he wants to try something out.
It all was so silly.
Fighting over something that was a part of them.
Even if Khonshu healed their wounds, even if he was always okay, it still worried you.
They were still human. Even if they were an avatar. Seeing that bleeding cut on their arm or bruise on their ribs, hurt.
Even when you watched those heal in a matter of seconds, and you could heal them just as quick something about the particular purple bruise on their leg made you crazy.
You didn’t mean to yell, you didn’t mean to get so carried away.
Then Marc switched, and you could tell it wasn’t his choice.
“What’s wrong, Love?” asked Steven who you assume didn’t listen in the last ten minutes. He looked stunned as if he was forced to be out, and you were partially sure he was.
“I had an argument with Marc.” you admitted as you went to Steven, tears in your eyes, you put your hands on his shoulders. “I’m just so worried. Almost every night we go out, yes your wounds heal but, it still hurts to see. But Marc, please I’m not her, you don’t have to hide from me."
"Oh, Love it’s okay, we understand you are just worried, now lets all just calm down and watch something while I hold you okay? Would you like that?” Steven was too sweet, you nodded drying your tears off, and you let out a long sigh. You moved your hands, grabbing onto his shirt.
“I don’t know what happened to me, I’m sorry.”
“No one likes to see the person they love in pain.” Steven pulled you in for a big hug, running his hands up and down your back to calm you.
“I love all of you so much.”
“We love you too, you know that.”
The moment was one of those where you just wish you’d stay there forever.
“Are you two done?” Spoke up Khonshu behind you, making you jump even when you felt his presence.
“FUCK OFF!” you yelled. “Why do you always have to ruin every moment!”
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do! Last time me and Jake tried to have a quiet night, you barged right in!”
“You say quiet night, but you were really loud, I thought it was okay-”
“It was not!”
Steven blushed, still not used to you being so bold and open about intimate things.
“Doesn’t matter, I have a new job for my Knight.” you rolled your eyes.
“Okay, you can go. I’ll stay this time.”
“Why?” asked Steven. “Don’t you want to come as well?”
“Nope, I can feel this is an easy job and I can always go if you need me later, I’ll order some food and I have some leftover ice cream, I’ll be fine.”
“A-About the ice cream…. uhm…You see…”
“You ate it?” Steven nodded. “I suggest you leave this apartment in 0.1 seconds Steven Grant or I might do something I’ll regret.”
And he did.
—
And you were right, it was an easy job, well and easy job for Moon Knight that is. Khonshu found a human trafficking cycle and wanted to shut it down.
“I’m back, Love!” said Steven as he climbed through the window. You were having a shower, as he heard the water running.
“This will be good, give me the body,” Steven heard Jake speak up, “No, I have to apologize to her.” barged in Marc. “Let me have my fun, Amigo!”
“Hush, both of you, this time I’ll be in charge.” this surprised both, Steven was more of a cuddler, he prefered to come out after sex to give you hugs and kisses, he was never in charge during the act.
“Are you sure?” both asked at the same time and Steven nodded at the men in the reflection.
Marc and Jake decided to stay quiet. They wanted to give Steven the illusion that he was alone with you.
Steven was nervous, extremely nervous. He considered himself a virgin. He heard and saw everything Marc does but he was never the one doing it.
He let out a long sigh before he headed to the shower, he failed to notice that the water stopped running.
And out you came with your hair in a towel while only wearing one of their shirts.
“You were quick. How did it go?” you asked.
“It went well. Y-You know… I was thinking…”
“Yes, why are you so nervous Steven? You look like you’re about to explode.” you joked but his serious expression made you change your tone. “Did something happen?”
“No! Not at all, Love, we are all fine, we saved the good people, its just… It’s usually Marc or Jake who’s… with you after.”
It took you a solid minute to realize what he was saying.
“OH, you want to have sex?”
“Make love.” he corrected you immediately. “Love… I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I do like it rough you know!” Steven’s eyes widened. “Hey! I know you are different Steven, and I know how difficult it is to even talk about this, but I’m patient, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can wait.”
“I’m ready it’s just. I know what to do, I think, I have seen it but…”
“I can help you.”
“I know that but I still want to be manly!”
“Masculinity is overrated, I do like to be manhandled from time to time but if you’d like I can take the lead, we can take it slow, dim the lights put some awful movie on for background noise.”
“I’d like that.”
And the two of you just stood there for a couple of minutes, unsure.
“I should have got you flowers or chocolate or something. This is so awkward. Maybe I can’t do this.”
“Steven, honey, please.” you walked up to him and slowly started to guide him over to the bed, you pulled him down by the neck and kissed him.
—
You were out of breath as you rolled over and off of Steven, he was breathing just as hard as you were.
“You are amazing.” he said and you smiled.
“I know.” you moved your head onto his chest. “So, how was your first time?” Steven was clearly still under the effect of the afterglow, he smiled and looked at you.
“Amazing. You really are a Goddess.”
“I am.”
“Do you still want to find your parents?”
“EWW Steven! NEVER mention parents after sex, fuck.”
“Sorry! Oh, I ruined it all didn’t I? I’m sorry.” Steven sat up making you sit up with him and when the blanket fell from your chest he blushed and pulled the blanket up but he accidentally touched your skin, making him start to shake a little.
“You didn’t ruin anything. You are perfect. I love you.” this was the first time Steven ever heard you say “you” not “all of you” just “you” just him and he wanted to cry. You leaned over and kissed his shoulder as he moved his arm around you.
You swore if Khonshu was to ruin this moment you’ll paint his beak with glitter paint!
“I love you as well, Love.” he turned his head as a tear formed in his eye and he needed to dry it before turning back to you, he was so happy he felt his chest get tighter.
The movie on the TV ended and it was really quiet now.
“Do you want to do it again?” you asked as he placed his head on your shoulder. He laughed a little.
“I’m a bit… overwhelmed at the moment, Darling.”
“I get it, it’s okay. Also, I don’t want to find my parents or my past. All I want is a future with you. That’s all I care about.” you kissed his temple as he pulled you close, you felt his tears fall onto your chest but you knew they were happy tears.
“Thank you.”
This was the first time when you weren’t sure who said that. You were convinced it was all three of them, but Steven was still in charge.
You held him for a long time after that, Khonsu didn’t arrive to ruin the moment and soon, you were sleeping in Steven’s arms.
This was your future, by the side of these amazing men, and for them, you’d do anything. You’d even pretend to not know about the velvet box hidden amongst the books, you’d pretend not to know about the dinner reservation at a fancy restaurant and you’d pretend to be surprised by his question when he will ask you.
You love them all too much, and they love you way too much as well.
A/N: I really hope everyone enjoyed this mini series! I might continue with short blurbs after this, we will see, currently I’m working on other stuff but I do want to thank everyone who enjoyed this series! ❤
Prompt:pulling your lover into your arms, kissing their cheek as you comfort them (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration!)
Warnings: fluff, neighbor!reader, mention of nightmares, hurt/comfort, kisses, sweetness, pining, brief appearance by Marc too
Notes: Even though this fic is not explicit, my blog still is so please do not read or interact if you are under 18 thank you. Thanks so much for the request anon, I loved this prompt so much!! And it works so well with Steven cause he deserves the world!! I have an update only blog too to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates
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A pained scream woke you up from a peaceful dream and immediately you were on high alert. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door as another scream echoed against the wall you shared with your neighbor, Steven Grant. This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to the sounds of his agony while he slept, but this time seemed more urgent than before. Quickly, you grabbed your keyring, which included the spare key he gave you, and bolted out the door.
“Steven?!” you pounded at his door first. Dread filled your mind as you heard him yell and thrash around inside, “Steven, I’m coming in!” you called through the door as you slid the key in with shaky hands.
TW/CW: long ass fic. Handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex. Relatively tame for me Not proof read, ain’t nobody got time for that.
His voice fades out as you gaze into his eyes, sparkling in excitement as he explains the mummification process to you for what must be the fifth time since you joined the museum staff a few months ago. They’re as deep and dark as the chocolate bonbons that had been pushed across the desk towards you. Melting, oozing a happiness that makes them appear even sweeter. The kind of sweet delight that made you buzz for hours on end and eventually fall into a sugar coma.
The crisp cold of the London air permeates through the stone walls of the museum’s halls as if echoing Steven’s earlier sentiments that ‘even the summers in London are freezing’. It even seeps through the stitching of your cardigan as you sit in the storage room of the gift shop, helping your colleague sort through the miscellaneous gift-shop inventory, goosebumps rising on the skin of your arms as the draft floats under the heavy-set wooden doors.
However, you can’t feel the cold at all, the warmth that settles deep behind your sternum from hearing Steven talk excitedly about his interests is enough to combat the chill. It’s truly endearing, the way the exhausted man with such a mild temperament comes alive when he notices you listening to his ramblings- or rather tried.
Request by anon:Whatever you do don’t picture yourself coming over to Steven’s flat so that he can get some sleep while you watch over him and him being very flustered and thankful. Don’t picture him cuddling you in his sleep and waking up to you in his arms just reading. Then him apologizing but you joke that you know he did it because he is in love with you and him asking if he confessed in his sleep and you respond with “ no but you kind of did just now” that is too much fluff for anybody ❤️
a/n:THIS WAS TOO FUCKING CUTE I COULDNT HELP MYSELF! sorry for going buck fuckin wild over a simple scenario :))
“You don’t have to do this, you know.”
“Hello, Steven,” you greeted, standing in the hallway of Steven’s flat. “That is the proper greeting, you know? Hello.”
Screwing his eyes shut, Steven shook his head and then quickly nodded. “Right, yeah. Sorry.” He opened his eyes and smiled, looking as tired as he always did. “Hello. But, really… you don’t need to do this.”
Pushing past him, you shot him a small grin as you entered his flat.
“I want to. It’s your day off, it’s my day off, and youneed some sleep.” You spun around his flat, taking in the familiar scenery. From the blanket pile on the loveseat to the stack of books and paperwork covering the desk, Steven’s flat was as annoyingly charming and cozy as he was. “Stop overthinking.”
—STEVEN CAN’T SLEEP. It always seems like every night he can’t sleep as he hunched over the desk with a heavy sigh. His glasses perched up loose on his nose as his fingers grazed the old book about Egyptian history. It was always the same routine he did while you were asleep and the poor man didn’t want to wake you up, he hated the idea of wanting to wake you up.
But when he can’t sleep, he feels lonely staying up as you slept peacefully. He wished he could sleep next with you. God, you look so comfortable on his bed, underneath the warm covers as you silently slept. But sleep was never an option for him. He couldn’t sleep and his stomach was growling, hungry to eat something.
Steven only liked to eat food with you. The meals tasted better when you cooked with him. There was something about making food with someone you love that made him smile. He leaned back in his chair and sighed again, resting the book on the desk as his eyes glanced over at you. You didn’t have work in the morning but you needed sleep. His teeth gnawed on the bottom of his lip as he thought about whether or not waking you up.
Steven stared at you for a while contemplating to disturb your sleep but he saw you stir around the sheets anyways, your hand grazing against the empty spot. You were a light sleeper and not feeling Steven by your side always made you concerned. You lifted your body from the bed and Steven frowned realizing he woke you up by not being by your side. “Steven?” You groggily questioned with a small frown.
Steven felt his heart hammer seeing your adorable messy hair and the worried expression on your face as you yawned. “Are you okay?” You questioned.
Summary:Under the impression that you enjoy sex more with Marc, Steven decides to take control for a change.
Content Warning: Allusions to oral (m receiving). Cunnilingus. Fingering. Sex. He touches her ass hole??? Lmao. Steven is a jealous dork, but it’s hot. 18+
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: That gif is enough to make my toes curl!! Anyways, this was a request by @dualbrokenmoon and I simply couldn’t ignore it. This is basically just dialogue and smut, but I had fun looking at that gif while writing it, so I can’t complain.
Steven watched you carefully as you picked up a large strawberry and put it to your pretty lips. When you bit into the juicy, red fruit, he felt a twitch in his pants and his lips turned up at the corners.
How was it possible to look thatsexy while eating fruit? It was a strawberry. Nothing about it was provocative or particularly phallic, but with little effort, you made it look that way.
summary: just two archaeology nerds discussing their love for all that was once lost pairing: reader x steven grant tw: meet-cute, fluff, archaeology nerd talk, happy ending words:670 a/n: hello! had this cute little idea and finally a little time to write! hope you enjoy :)
p.s. i now have a library blog! follow@aeristhotle to get notified when i update!
His hand was a little cold when it grazed yours, making you pull away instantly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, his eyes pulled wide open, an overall mortified expression plastered on his face as he held up his hands as if he was held undershot.
“It’s the last one,” you pulled your mouth in a frown as you grabbed the last paper, your excitement dying down a bit. “I’d give you it, no doubt, but it has an article I have been looking forward to for weeks.”
RatedClean for reader is a teacher, au where steven got promoted to tour guide and is living his Best Life, lots of fluff and pining
1,417 words
A/N:hugethank you to @aellynera for betaing, and to @winchestershiresauce for commissioning this story!! i hope you love it sara thank you
Normally, you dread field trips.
Your class is just at the right age where they can actually engage like adults but act like toddlers, and for most poor employees at places frequented on field trips, the age range of your class is the one they dread the most.
You say a silent prayer for your poor tour guide as the bus parks out front, and then it’s off to the races. You have little to no hope that you’ll be able to wrangle in the legged cloud of prepubescent angst that filters out of the bus and up the steps into the museum.
STEVEN GRANT X READER , MARC SPECTOR X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER
prompt : the moon knight boys laugh at you and your horrible attempt at dyeing your hair
hi hi it’s me again, this idea popped in my head when i was out shopping and thought of buying some boxed hair dye and then went “nope im gonna mess it up and people are gonna laugh at me.” ENJOY!!
likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3
word count : 1,391
warnings : none, this is crack and just funsies all around.
It starts as any normal Monday. Steven is the one to wake up this morning since he has the morning shift at the museum. Before, Steven would not have been so excited to get to work. All he did was restock stupid merchandise and stand behind a counter all day after all. But recently, Jake had done…something to Donna that made her change her mind and gave him the tourist job. He won’t question it, he’s just happy to not have to look at those horrific items anymore.
Steven feels around beside him trying to look for your warm embrace so he can cling to you like a baby koala but frowns when he doesn’t find you anywhere. The man blearily opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the glaring light coming from the window. You must already be awake now if the window is open, that is unless Marc had left it open when he came home from patrol but Steven knew Marc would never be that careless.
summary:steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you.
pairing: steven grant x reader, marc is here BUT reader is unaware that it was him and he is an asshole!
tags: a little bit of angst, reader being mad at ‘steven’, steven then being confused why they’re mad at him, fluffy at the end and a bit of a make out at work action!
word count:4.5k
notes: this is part two to “Please Notice”, which you can find here! thank you all for the support on the last few fics I’ve posted! But as always, please let me know if my writing is ever harmful in any way, it is never my intention to do so. now, please enjoy and leave any comments you have!
As much as you had wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole, you knew there was no chance of it happening. You knew Steven didn’t want you here by his posture and by how tight he had his jaw clenched as you continued to get closer to him. And you know you should leave, leave and give him his time and space but you know you can’t.
You wanted answers, not only about his feelings now, no, now you needed answers on why the hell he showed up covered in blood after dodging all 14 of your calls. But, by the way he had quickly walked past you and your stretched hands reaching towards him, the hope for answers had seemed to dwindle as he grew further away. The sight of his back retreating from you without a single word being passed to you made your eyebrows pinch in frustration.
“Steven?” It came out as a softer whisper than you had wanted. You wanted him to know that you were growing frustrated, but your worry had overpowered that. And before you could begin rapid questioning him, Steven whipped around, meeting your eyes with his colder, harsh ones. You’d never seen Steven look at you, or anyone, like that before. You reeled back in shock as he spit out words.
“Just forget about all of this. It’s none of your business.”
Even though the voice did not match the sweet Steven you knew, you couldn’t help but get mad. “Hey! Steven what the hell? One, what’s with the accent? Two, you leave for 2 bloody days and then show up covered in blood and expect me to just shrug it off? Yeah, no.” You had let out a sarcastic laugh at the end of your words.
“Why are you even here? It’s not like we’re dating. We work together and you think thisis okay? You just showed up here?” At his harsh words and the glare he was giving you, you shut your mouth and felt yourself retreating back into yourself. He had a point, you knew that. You guys weren’t dating, you had no reason to even be worried or for trying to find him but hearing him say that made all your previous thoughts of something ever happening between the two of you vanish, leaving you with a fractured heart and an anger burning in your chest.
“Oh? Yeah, okay we work together and maybe I was worried about you since half the time you come stumbling in like you don’t even know your own name! And who do you look for when you’re all twisted up and confused, huh? Steven? Who, who do you go to? Not Donna, or J.B and there’s absolutely no way you can go to Dylannow.” It was a bit of a low blow, but he clearly wasn’t distraught about missing the date in order to do God-knows what.
At the mention of Dylan, Steven straightens his back up, giving you a glance over before rolling his eyes and throwing a quick, “I don’t have time for this.” Seeing the way he quickly brushed off your comment like it had no effect on him when what he said had sent a reeling pain through your chest hurt even more. ‘Had you really imagined it all?’
And before you could call him to turn himself back to you, to make time for this, he quickly rushed into his apartment, slamming the door in your face. Before you could even think of rushing in after him, you heard the sound of the locks turning and the chain being slid over, leaving you staring at the bold-golden numbers with the build up of tears sitting in your water-line, waiting to finally fall onto your cheeks. Just as the first tear fell you quickly shook your head, wiping the tear from your face and made your way back to the dodgy elevator.
You couldn’t believe how quick your hopes had been stomped by the same guy who you had bought in pastries and a coffee that helped you get through the long day full of middle school tours and the bitchy boss that was Donna. At the thought of work you also couldn’t believe that you had let this be the reason for Dylan covering for you.
But you knew that the rest of the day wouldn’t have gone well if you had gone back to work, the constant thinking of Steven’s harsh glare and venomous words sitting heaving in your heart and mind. Which is why you went home, grabbing a new pint of ice cream since you had finished the original one the past weekend, and began to rewatch those same romcoms, wrapped in a blanket and all the lights turned off.
You didn’t even want to think about how tomorrow would go, seeing Steven walking in knowing it wouldn’t be the same as it was.
You hated how much sleep you lost over yesterday and Steven’s words. You hated it especially right now as you were leaning your head against the countertop, resting your eyes before your first tour came in. You were tired and you were going to use these fleeting 12 minutes to your advantage and try to prepare yourself for the 20 plus middle school students to come in, eagerly pointing and asking questions like most do, the thought making you face scrunch up in annoyance. You were already getting a headache from the thought of the loud children surrounding you and asking who one of the Statue of Pharaohs were and why they would have people shut them inside ‘those stupid cages.’
And just as you were raising your head and glancing near the door, expecting to see a teacher leading the kids to you, but instead you saw Steven making his way in, looking more sleep deprived than you. ‘Good, let him lose sleep over it.’ Was all you could think of as a small scowl passed onto your face as you watched him hurry past, throwing a small wave and smiling your way. ‘What the hell?’ Did you see that right?
Before you could linger on the thought of it any longer, you heard the door open and the museum suddenly became engrossed in loud chatter from all the children, causing you to shut your eyes with a deep sigh coming out of you. With a deep breath in, you quickly turned around and let a fake smile onto your face, “Hi, welcome to the Museum of all things Egyptian! I’ll be your tour guide today and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!”
As you began the tour, you knew you would have to take the children to the gift shop, the one place you didn’t want to go today. You had no desire to talk to Steven today, or any other day for that matter. Partially because you were still angry with him but also because you were embarrassed at how right he was. You had no right to show up unannounced, you weren’t dating and he held no feelings for you. You were worried for him, yes, but you shouldn’t have shown up to his house like that after multiple responses, it was invasive and you knew the relationship from here on out would be awkward if there was one.
You obviously had gone with good intentions, check in on him and find out how he felt, but he didn’t see it like that, clearly. To you, Steven had probably seen it as overstepping and weird. What co-worker, friends nonetheless, shows up at your door randomly simply because they hadn’t seen or heard from them in two days?
Just as you were walking past the glass case that held one of the statues of an old sarcophagus, one of the kids in the front had pointed at the doors of the gift shop screaming out, “Oh tour-guide lady! Can we go in there? Pretty please!” At the mention of the gift-shop, all the kids joined in on the begging, and the sound of 20+ children screaming at you to take them to the gift shop had started stressing you out so you quickly announced, “Of course! Let’s make our way now!” As they had all started following after you, seeming to grow more excited, nearly jumping up and down, you grew more anxious. Every step you took towards the door, the image of Steven got clearer, slouched shoulder, tan jacket hugging his figure nice, and a small scowl downturned, seeming to mutter to himself. ‘Probably about how gummies have nothing to do with Egypt.’
As you had reached the door, you pulled it towards you and allowed the children to gather inside. Before they could all spread out you quickly shouted, “Be careful with the glass items!” At the sound of your voice, Steven was quick to glance up at you, smiling at the back of your head waiting for you to turn to him and make your way to him as you always did when you had tours.
As you turned around, eyes skimming over Steven and seeing his beaming smile directed towards you, you were shocked, but it also made you tighten your jaw and quickly turn on your heel and walk towards a group of kids who were about to drop one of the mugs in the back. “Oh sweethearts, why don’t we look at a few of the stuffed plushies instead?” At the mention of the plushies, a girl quickly handed the mug over and let you place it down before you walked the group towards the Taweret merchandise.
But as you were doing this, you hadn’t noticed the way Steven’s smile dropped as he looked after you. First, he had apparently lost all his chances with Dylan and now you were clenching your jaw and turning away from him? Steven had felt his heart start beating harder against his chest at the thought of hurting or doing something wrong to you in the two days he had lost. Had he? Has he hurt you? Or maybe said something to you? At the thought of doing something that would cause this reaction, he felt his stomach turn in knots and his face grew hot. He had almost started to go over in your general direction, asking to speak to you privately when he noticed a few of the kids were at the counter, asking for some sweets. Steven had let a smile on his face, glancing back at you before focusing on the children.
“Oh yeah sure, what kind would you like?” The child began pointing at a few of the ones behind him and on the counter in trays in front of him, his eyes going back and forth between the candies and you. Were you okay? Were you just overwhelmed by all the kids like before? Did you need him? Steven tried to stay focused on the child asking for different types of gummies and a few lollies, but he couldn’t help but worry about you. Just as he had finished grabbing the last of the jelly candies from behind him, he turned around and saw you had come up to the counter to check on the kids that were standing there, asking if everyone had gotten something. At the sight of you, he had accidentally dropped the gummies on the counter harder than he had expected, keeping his eyes locked on you as you stared back at him. Although his attention quickly fell back to the child as he heard the boy snicker. “Sor- Sorry, Uh is that all for you?”
At the boy’s nod, he bagan ringing the candies up as he kept glancing back at you as you had started walking away, trailing behind one of the girls who was pulling you towards the paperweights on the shelf.
After he had managed to ring all the kids up and take their payments, he was standing in front of you trying to find the words to say. Seeing you sigh and begin to walk away Steven quickly grabbed your hand and turned you back to him, “Are you okay? You seemed to be a bit upset in there and was wondering if the kids were gettin’ to be too much again, not that you’d need my help..” He had trailed off as he watched your eyes narrow, brows furrowed in confusion. “What I’m trying to say is; I’m worried about you.”
You let out a small scoff, shaking your head softly at him. “Oh now you’re worriedabout me? You have timefor me now?” You had let your anger get the best of you as you had snapped at him, watching as his eyes grew wide in confusion and hurt. You hated that you felt your heart tug in guilt at the thought of hurting him the same way he had done to you, but you hadn’t regretted what you said. He didn’t get to pick and choose when to talk to you and when someone could worry about someone, it wasn’t fair that he was acting as if last night hadn’t happened when it was all you could think about.
“What? I don’t know what you mean, I always have time for you.. Did I do something wrong here?” Steven was very clearly confused on what you were talking about, seeming to not even understand what you were referencing. “Not last night you didn’t. Came to check up on you and you seemed to have no ‘time for this’. Ringing any bells?” As you watched as his eyes grew even more sunken, more confused and dazed, your anger seemed to dissipate and confusion of your own was growing.
“What… What are you talking about darling, You never came over to my flat, trust me I woulda’ remembered that. I’ve lost these two days and I don’t know why or, or what’s happening.” His accent was thick, but voice was still soft as he was trying to rack his brain for any memory of you coming over, but there was none. How had he completely missed you when you had come over? And why would he treat you like that, when he knew all he wanted when he realized he missed the date was to be with you? It didn’t make sense to him and it was present in his facial expression.
“You really don’t remember do you?” Your voice had gone back to its usual soft spoken tone it was with him, something that seemed to cause the anxiety that was steadily rising slowly making its way back down. You weren’t as mad at him now, he could tell by the way your voice changed and your body slowly got closer to him, your eyes full of worry. “Steven, do you remember anything that you had done those two days?”
“No, I remember going to sleep and waking up and it was already nearing 7 and I had to meet Dylan and then I got there and it turns out it’s Sunday! I missed the date but I don’t really care,” He had started to get more confused as he thought it all out, glancing between your eyes and the ground below him, “because I’m confused and worried about what I said and did to you. So what did I do? Did I hurt you, oh god what’s wrong with me?” At the thought of him hurting you, Steven had started pacing a little as he muttered to himself in frustration.
“No, no you didn’t exactly hurt me. You just said some rude things but it’s fine.” At the sight of Steven’s glossy brown eyes looking into yours, full of regret you had quickly reassured him, “Look, I have to guide the tour out but then I’ll come back here and we can talk it all out, okay? Nothing’s wrong and we can figure it all out, just give me 3 minutes tops.” After seeing Steven nod his head, his hands slowly playing with the hem of his jacket, you quickly went to release the children back to the teachers and wish them farewell, a smile plastered on your face as if nothing was wrong, like your mind wasn’t jumbled from the conversation with Steven.
But as you had made your way back to Steven, you noticed he had moved behind the counter, against the inventory door, anxiously glanding around the room while also absentmindedly playing with his hands and as he was looking around, he seemed to have caught your eyes. At the connection, he stilled and kept his eyes focused solely on your figure making your way to him, his breathing slowing and his hands dropping to his sides as he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked. Your hand had been tousled with how many times you ran your fingers through it, and your shirt had a coffee stain near the bottom of it, mascara smudged under your eyes but all he could see was you. The real you.
The person who would drop everything going on in their own life in order to comfort their friend, the person who could smile at you and make your heart start beating faster, the person who cared for and loved so deeply that when someone hurt you, you told them it was okay in fear of losing them completely, the person who heloved so deeply he couldn’t fathom the idea of hurting you, losing you forever. And as you had made your way up to him, he couldn’t help but latch his hands on your own, dragging you into the inventory room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said o- or did, I don’t care but please believe me when I say I’d never want to hurt you, my dove please.” Steven was breathless as he had managed to get it out, fearing that if he hadn’t, you’d walk away from him. Steven knew he sounded desperate, pleading for you to understand, for you to stay with him but he didn’t care. God, he would get on his knees in this stupid gift shop in order to keep you with him, even if it was as a close friend and not as someone he could holdandloveas he so desperately wanted to.
“Steven, I’m not mad at you, I swear. Confused? Beyond belief, but I’m not mad, not anymore anyways.” You had begun rubbing small shapes onto the hands that were holding your own so tightly within his own, hoping to bring him some peace-of-mind. “Last night… You did say something that hurt but you also weren’t wrong, and I see that you do feel guilty about it so it’s fine. We’re fine.” You emphasized, wanting him to truly understand that it was okay.
“Well, what was it? What did I say to you?” At that question, you froze, the movement on Steven’s hand freezing and your eyes staring into his own, your heart started beating faster as you felt your stomach get twisted in knots.
“Um.. you just said that I had no reason for checking on you, that we weren’t dating and that I had no right to show up to your apartment and you were right. I overstepped and I’m sorry.” You had said it so fast, not giving him a chance to stop you; knowing that if he had then you wouldn’t be able to finish it. You hadn’t expected for him to quickly begin moving his own hands, up your lower arms, past your upper arms and grab your face with his hands, forcing you to keep your eyes connected with his own. The eye contact was sending flutters in your stomach and tugs to your heart, you could feel heat was beginning to move up your neck to your cheeks, your throat closing in anticipation.
“You don’t need a reason to come to me, darling. If you need me or want to check up on me you come. You can come by whenever you want. I don’t care if we aren’t dating.” Steven was firm, but still so soft with each passing sentence, trying to make sure you understood that you were welcomed anytime. Your eyes had watered at the words, he was showing this side of him you hadn’t seen before, a side you never thought you’d get to see after last night.
“Last night, the reason I was there… I wanted to ask if you had noticed me.” Your chest had been going up and down, nervous for what he would say. But at the statement, Steven furrowed his brow. Had he noticed you? God, when had he not been looking?
“Notice you? Love..” As Steven had trailed off, thinking about all the things he had noticed, you were thinking he was trying to break it to you gently. You figured he was trying to tell you that he had never seen you, that there was no possible way for him to notice the small things Donna had mentioned previously.
“It was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have even tried ask really. I mean, it’s weird right? We can just forget about it, yeah? Go back to how it was-” You were cut off as Steven had pulled your face closer to his, his hands still being planted on your face, leaned his forehead against your own and brushed his nose down towards yours with his eyes closed. Steven was breathing harder than before, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he lightly shook his head.
“It’s not stupid, I’ve noticed everything about you. From the way you let out sighs when you’re sad, how you clench your jaw when you’re mad and how your eyes sparkle when you get happy,” Steven had let out a small laugh, his breath fanning your face as you watched him in disbelief as he continued, “how you tend to talk more with your hands when you’re passionate about something, how you like your coffee and which pastries you don’t like.” You hadn’t realized that you had tears in your eyes, some of them slowly falling out as he finished answering you, finally opening his eyes, the hues of browns and dark greens staring into your own. “Or how, how you always check on me, whether it be in person or a text, no matter what you make me feel like I matter. How could I not notice? I always notice.”
“Steven..” It came out breathless, your nose nudging his own, lips ghosting over each other, but never connecting. “Why.. why did you never say anything?” As the question slipped past your lips, fanning onto his own, he let out a small laugh as he answered, “Cause’ I’m a right nob. I always watched, never thinking I would be enough for you.” Tears welled in both of your eyes now, Steven’s brown eyes never leaving your (E/C) ones as you shook your head at him, noses rubbing together at the movement.
“You are exactlywhat I’ve wanted. It’s always been you my love, always you.” It was a soft whisper, meant for him and him only. The words seemed to have settled into his ears as he had let a wide smile grace his lips as he quickly whispered, “Then you’ll have no problem with this.”
At that, Steven had finally dipped his head and connected his slightly dry chapped lips to your eager ones. It wasn’t slow and timely, it was quick and desperate, both of you trying to show how deeply you loved each other with one kiss. Steven’s hands had stayed firm on your face as yours had moved to grip his wrists in order to ground yourself, to realize that it was real.
Steven had slowly backed you up against the door, one of his hands slowly moving down to your waist, tightly having a hold on you. You let out small, breathy moans as he started to slowly trail his lips down your neck, nipping every now and then, his hand continued to caress the back of your head, giving it a resting place instead of against a hard door.
If there was one thing you knew now, it was that Steven was a good kisser, but he was also eager to please. The way he always had a hand pressed against your skin, with enough pressure to keep you aware of what was happening where his hands were, but also soft enough for you to get lost in the feeling, slowly leaning into it. Always wanting more, never having enough of him. And Steven was loving it. Steven would get on his knees right now, doing whatever it is you requested of him, as long as you kept looking at him like that with his hands on you.
As Steven had finally pulled away, he had noticed the way your breaths grew deeper, the way your chest was falling with small gasps escaping your lips. He always noticed. And the thought that he was the reason for that, for the breathlessness, the small moans that had escaped you and the small forming bruises on your neck and at the top of your collarbones made him ecstatic.
“Yeah, I definitely didn’t mind that.” It was another breathy chuckle, a large smile pointed up at him as he had smiled down at you. At the statement, Steven let out his own laugh, his hands still gripping your waist as he muttered down to you, “I didn’t move too fast, did I? You know the whole door thing and the neck…” He had a blush forming on his face as he had asked you, you shaking your head as you knew you had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
“Let me take you out, not to some stupid-bloody steak house. Anywhere you want, it’s yours… please.” Steven’s hands had made their way back to holding your face, his face leaning closer to yours as he had practically begged you, not knowing that if he had asked you to jump for him you’d simply ask “How high would you like love?”
“Yeah, I wondered what the hell you were doing going on a date to a steakhouse.” At the retort, Steven let out a laugh as he leaned down and pecked you on your lips giving a small, “I was wondering what the hell I was doing asking anyone but you.”
You giggled at that as you slightly pushed him away, checked the time on your watch and told him your next tour was coming up in the next few minutes. And as you slowly opened the door, pressing a light kiss onto Steven’s lips and walked away with a small blush on your cheeks, he noticed.
Steven noticed the way his heart had finally felt like it was whole again, noticed how you had glanced around before fixing your collar and tapping your heated cheeks.
When it came to you, he’d always notice
Hellooo! I hope you enjoyed this, there has been quite a few people who asked to be tagged so without further ado; thank you!
summary: reader thinks she has no chance of Steven liking her after hearing about his date, without realizing all of the things he seems to notice about her, until she gets the help from donna of all people.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: not a lot of steven and reader, more so mutual pining, there is a little bit of self-deprecating thoughts from reader, (in my eyes; a bad ending)
word count: 4k (most I’ve written yet!)
notes: this is loosely based on ‘Please Notice’ by Christian Leave, I say loosely because there’s only a few things related to it, and although there aren’t any mentions of the Steven/Marc dynamic, please let me know if I ever write DID wrong! the last thing I would want it to hurt anyone from my writing! Leave any suggestions or comments, but alas enjoy!
You never wanted to fall for Steven Grant, the dorky gift shop-ist.
You never wanted to fall for him and yet here you were, leaning the top part of your body on the cool granite counter the museum had recently installed, your eyes trailing after the man. He had arrived late, again, and he threw a quick smile and wave at you as he made his way back to the gift shop. And it made your heart race as you gave a flushed smile and a small wave of your hand. You were hopeless.
‘Bet he’s trying to steer clear of Donna’s wrath.’
Listen, you guys were friends, the closest friend you guys had actually. You had taken some sight-seeing trips, and had a few movie nights here and there, but what you hadn’t expected was for you to grow a massive, school-like crush on one of your best mates. It was a cliche and you hated it! You hated how long it had taken for you to fall for him, for you to realize how much you liked him, especially since you would now have to watch him pursue one of your work-friends Dylan.
summary: Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted on you when he kissed you. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: fluffy, steven is literally so soft for reader, this whole thing is really just making out (with a bit of grinding and lowkey alludes to smut) reader is aware of Marc and the business with Khonshu!
word count: 2.3k (small thing while i get a master list out!)
notes: hello, I hope you all enjoy this! It’s a short little thing while I try to figure out and get a master list all sorted out! As always, please let me know if I have made any form of mistakes with writing DID, it is never my intentions to hurt or misinform someone with my writing! But alas, please enjoy!
Stevenhatedthe taste of coffee, loathed the smell of it even more. But when you come home from work, begging for a cup and for him to hold you, it all goes right out the window.
He doesn’t care that the smell wafting around his loft is nauseating, nor does he care about the fact that you had spilt a small drop of the caramel brown liquid onto one of the random pages he had scattered around the desk. No, all he cares about is the weight of you sitting down against him, the smell of your coconut and honeydew shampoo wafting in his nose, immediately relieving the knots in his stomach, caused by the smell of coffee, as you let out a deep sigh, finally being able to relax.
— STEVEN GRANT FINALLY HAD TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE NEEDED HELP. Professional help that is, it took a while for him to understand that he was at his limit for a mental breakdown. He knew he needed to talk to someone other than the statue man on the street. Someone who would actually respond to when he ranted and well, he searched around for a therapist and found you.
Steven was quite nervous to start therapy, any person was really. To share your vulnerability was scary and Steven only ever been vulnerable with the lively statue by the fountain. His heart pounded in his chest as he shifted on his feet staring at the door with a frosted plane window with your last name on it. Steven was muttering underneath his breath trying to convince himself to go in.
“Don’t be mental, you need this Steven. You just need help.” Steven whispered to himself, staring at the plane, he saw the reflection shift a bit but he didn’t move. He brought the back of his clenched fist to his eyes and rubbed them furiously. “I definitely gone mental.”
With his series of muttering gradually becoming louder, suddenly, the door opened causing him to jump in his spot, taking a step back. Your head peeked out the door with furrowed brows and parted lips. Steven felt his breath caught in his throat staring at you with wide eyes. You were simply breathtaking. The way your [color] eyes stared at him in curiosity but with such softness that made him drown in those hues, losing himself all over again.
The way your hair fell over your face and your plump lips quirking into a soft smile. “Oh! You must be Steven Grant!” You beamed happily, opening the door more and stepping by the door frame. “I heard noises out here and I thought one of my neighbors was disturbing you.”
Summary:The Avengers, your team of superheroes, has been called in to handle an invasion in New York, and you’re bringing your superhero boyfriend, Moon Knight, with you.
Pairings:Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Jake Lockley x reader
Warnings and A/N: I did my best to accurately represent DID, I put very little effort into creating a plot and a lot of effort into writing dialogue
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It was only you, Marc, and the agent - whose name you had never learned and didn’t care to learn - on the quinjet. You held Marc’s hand the entire time. There was no denying the anxious fluttering in your stomach as your two lives continued converging. Each second brought Marc closer to the Avengers, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t scare the shit out of you.
You read through the briefing notes, getting occasional comments from the agent now piloting the quinjet. Rogue artificial intelligence, not Ultron level, but dangerous nonetheless. SWORD suspected some alien involvement, but that wasn’t the concern right now. The immediate issue was an army of robots hidden underground waiting to be activated.
At some point you started to fall asleep against Marc’s shoulder. He gingerly shifted you into a laying position resting your head on his thigh in a familiar comfortable position. His hand settles in your hair and strokes the curves of your face, soothing you into sleep. You hardly sleep for an hour before Marc shakes you awake.
“Something’s happening.”
“We need to drop you in,” the agent called back. “The activation happened earlier than our intelligence suggested. Most of the team is already on the ground. Everyone else is on their way. Don’t forget your comm links.”
You sit up and rifle through your bag, pulling out a familiar costume and stripping off your clothes. Marc blinks at you a few times like he’s surprised at your lack of modesty. He knows you well enough that he really shouldn’t be.
“We can’t all summon our suits,” you tease and toss him an ear piece, even as his eyes begin to glow with white moonlight.
“Tell her she looks amazing!” Steven gushes.
“Keep it in your pants,” Jake snaps back.
You reach for a parachute, but Marc’s white gloved hand stops you.
“I can fly you in,” he offers through the mask.
“You told me no flying last month!” You protest.
“I didn’t know you were an Avenger last month.”
“Bad call, mate.”
“Oh, so you thought I was fragile before?” You tease, not really mad at the man.
His mask peels away so he can tilt his head and shoot you an amused glare.
“You’re in range!” The agent calls back.
You turn and plant a kiss on Marc’s lips, then punch a button. The door opens slowly with a cold rush of air. You wrap your arms around his strong body, take a deep breath, and together you jump from the plane into free fall. His cape catches like a parachute part way down, guiding you through the clouds lower and lower until the skyline is in view.
Smoke rises from burning buildings, the wreckage of a city that has again become a battle ground.
“Shit,” Marc whispers. “We’re gonna have to stop having technology free dates.”
“Yeah,” you reply, only half paying attention, too busy scanning the ground for your fellow Avengers. It’s pure chaos on the ground, a complete and utter disaster, but then, through the smoke… “There!”
You point Marc in the direction of a bright flash of blue and white, and he angles you toward the ground. The comm link in your ear begins to crackle and finally beeps a connection. You were right.
“-end up here? We’re supposed to be on vacation!” The voice of Bucky Barnes fills your ear at the same moment the bright red, white, and blue wings of Sam Wilson reappear. “Sam, what the fuck is in the sky?”
That would be Marc.
“Good morning, Captain America,” you smile down at the small figures of your friends on the ground.
“Oh thank god,” Sam replies. “Buck and I are a-” he grunts, “A bit outnumbered. We have to hold this street, or it will interfere with the wizards’ spell.”
You’re streaking toward the fight below, finally able to see the action for real. They are more than a bit outnumbered, the two men surrounded by humanoid robots armed to the teeth with every bit of weapons technology available. You drop to the ground at Bucky’s side, Marc landing next to you.
“You’re late,” Bucky calls. “Who’s the mummy?”
Marc shoots him a glare.
“Marc, don’t glare at Bucky Barnes! That’s-”
“I know who Bucky Barnes is Steven,” he answers silently.
Yeah, he knew Bucky Barnes. Well, Steven knew. At some point in their childhood, Steven realized he shared part of a name with Steven Grant Rogers and harbored a small fascination with the former Captain America ever since.
“That’s Moon Knight!” Sam’s wing decapitates a robot as he turns to look Marc up and down. “Read your briefing packets, Buck.”
Bucky rolls his eyes and returns to the fight. You draw two long knives, gifts from King T’Challa, and make short work of any robot that approaches. Marc hurls crescent darts, each finding their target. But he doesn’t let Steven front. Not yet at least.
Occasionally, he glances back at you, checking to make sure you’re alright. You are doing the same to him. You have never fought at his side before, but already you know that you would do it again and again.
“The sorcerers - not wizards, Sam- are working some spell in that building,” Bucky gestures vaguely behind him. “They can shut the whole AI down, but we have to keep these things out.”
“Androids!” Sam shouts as he jumps over one and buries his shield in it’s neck. “Androids controlled by aliens who can be stopped by wizards. The big three!”
“The big three?” Marc turns to Captain America.
“Don’t ask!” You and Bucky shout at the same time.
The four of you stand no chance of holding this street. Of course this couldn’t be a time-efficient spell, and the robots just keep coming, an endless supply of mindless soldiers puppeteered by some unknown force. A piece of shrapnel slashes your face, distracting you from the fight for a split second. It’s enough for a blow to land at your midsection, knocking the breath from you.
You pull the gun from your waist, SWORD issue with some advanced technology you don’t care to understand, and shoot. It’s not your preferred weapon, but it is necessary. Marc is by your side in an instant. He grabs you around the waist and wraps you in the white fabric of his cape.
It’s just the two of you in this little cocoon. The rest of the world is forgotten as his mask falls away for a moment. The expression on his face is pure horror, lips pressed in a tight line, eyes murderous. His gaze is focused on the blood dripping down your cheek.
“I’m fine,” you insist and run your fingers across his nose and brow that is furrowed deeply, trying to soothe away those worry lines.
“I need Jake,” he breathes, a confession he rarely makes. “We need Jake.”
Jake will do anything to protect Marc and Steven and anything to protect you. It’s probably why you had never actually seen Jake suited up for a fight. He is the ‘whatever it takes’ part of the system, and all three of them are still afraid to show you that side.
“Okay,” you grip his upper arms. “It’s okay.”
His eyes flicker for a second, then his suit shifts, darkens to a midnight black that is more like tactical armor than Marc’s mummy wrappings. A bright white crescent moon shines on his chest; it matches the bright white of his cape. He tilts his head with a little smirk, and just like that Jake Lockley has joined the fray.
“Cap? Cap?” Someone is shouting through coms. “We’re coming to you. Do you copy?”
The voice is crackly, so you can’t make out exactly who it is.
You turn back to the fight, watching with bit of admiration and a lot of attraction as Jake expertly dispatches android after android.
“Did he change outfits mid fight?” Bucky punches a robot beside you.
“Sort of.”
You kick a robot across the head, stabbing one of your vibranium knives into it’s chest and immediately lashing out toward another. You glance up, and the world seems to slow around you. The battle is forgotten as you can only stare at Jake. He is fighting desperately, holding his own except…
Except behind him. A metallic arm is raising a heavy blade for a killing blow, metal arching toward his neck. You’re trying to scream his name. You are screaming his name, but it’s too late. You stab the android in front of you, but you will never make it. Jake’s suit will protect him from a lot, heal just about anything, but not decapitation.
Red flashes across your view, a bright flash hurtling through the air. A stick strikes the robot through the forehead, and the metal being collapses in a dead heap. Jake whips his head around as he realizes what almost happened. A figure in dark red drops from a nearby fire escape, grabs the stick from the robots sparking brain, and nods to you. He jumps into the fight at Jake’s side, the two men working together with an impressive synchrony for two strangers.
“How did you see that?” Jake shouts.
“I heard it,” Matt Murdock replies as he dispatches another android.
A few more minutes and the fighting finally stops. Another wave of robots is undoubtedly assembling nearby, but for now the team has a moment to breathe.
Jake’s mask falls away as he studies Daredevil. His eyes linger on the upper half of Matt’s face, noticing how his eyes are completely obscured by the dark red of his mask. You sprint to Jake’s side, wanting to reach for his hand, hold him, kiss him, feel that he is alive, but you restrain yourself. Your relationship is a secret, and for now you want to keep it that way.
“So this is the boyfriend?” Matt asks.
Your relationship is not a secret.
“How-” you start to question how Matt could possibly know that you had a boyfriend, let alone that this was him.
“You started smelling different a few months ago,” he explains. “It’s him. His scent is all over you.”
“Is there a better way to say that then ‘his scent is all over you’? Tone down the creepy… vibes? Vibes? Is that the word?”
“Give up on the modern slang, Buck,” Sam makes a face and pats his partners’ shoulder mockingly.
You plant a kiss to Jake’s cheek, and he brushes his hand across your fingers to tell you that he is okay. You watch him and Daredevil with interest, hoping Jake might find a friend in the hero who protected his city with the same ferocity and passion as Jake protected Steven, Marc, and you.
“What’s up with the little horns, el diablo?” Jake asks. “What are you the hero of? Hell?”
“Hell’s Kitchen, and it’s Daredevil actually.”
Jake shoots you a glance then shifts his gaze back to Matt. A smile fills his features, a genuine one, and a second later the same expression appears on Matt’s face. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as they slip into easy conversation and you turn back to Sam and Bucky.
“You and Moon Knight, huh?” Sam frowns. “Guess Spidey was right.”
As if summoned by his name, the mysterious masked hero drops from the sky.
“Hey you guys! There’s another group heading our way.”
He starts to turn to Cap, notices Jake and does a double take to stare at the white costumed man, everyone else forgotten. Jake looks at him completely unimpressed.
“Oh my god, you’re Moon Knight!” Spider-Man’s voice has a youthfulness that always surprises you. “I love you! I wanted a cape because of you, but I gave up the idea pretty quick. I mean not in New York right? Handsy people. It would never have lasted. Wow! Mr. Knight, you are so cool.”
“Mr. Knight,” Steven tries out the name “I like that.”
“I hate it,” Marc replies.
“Well that seems like your problem don’t it? I’m keeping it. You can be Moon Knight. I’ll be Mr. Knight.”
“Marc, right?” Spidey asks, and you can practically see the mischief forming in the boys’ mind at his well-meaning mistake.
“I’m Jake.”
“Sorry! Jake-”
Jake’s expression changes, the suit shifting with him.
“Oops, Steven now,” Steven grins.
“O-Okay, Steven,” Spider-Man tries to keep up.
The suit changes as Marc fronts.
“Marc again,” he teases, messing with the young hero.
“Oh,” that catches Spidey off guard. “Nice to meet you, Marc.”
“Actually, Jake now.”
“Leave him alone, you three,” you glower at Jake but have to fight back a laugh.
You thanked any god you could think of that Spider-Man had been there with his goofy remarks and joking attitude to make it easier for Marc, Steven, and Jake to show off this particular skill set.
“Sorry, love.”
That’s Steven.
He adjusts his white suit jacket and grins at Spider-Man, ““You know, the cape is actually really overrated, kid.”
“I’m Spider-Man,” he lowers his voice and puts extra emphasis on the ‘man.’
“More like Spider-Kid,” Jake mutters.
Steven ignores his alter and nods conspiratorially to Spider-Man. He gives him a thumbs up like they just shared a secret.
“Figure out how to really punch criminals yet?” Daredevil snarks, tossing an arm across Spider-Man’s shoulders affectionately.
“I’m not beating the shit out of people,” he protests.
“It’s more efficient.”
“Whatever you say ‘really good lawyer.’”
You observe their interaction with some interest. Had Matt defended whoever was in the Spider-Man suit? No time for that now though, you realize as a mechanical whirring fills the air. You take a defensive stance at Steven’s side, Bucky to your right. Cap and Spidey leap into the air. Matt stands beside Steven.
Sam looks down at his makeshift team then out at the approaching mechanical army. They’re not much, but they’ll do.
“Avengers…”
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A/N:I left this open for a part 3. Not sure if I’ll write it, but I do think a 3rd part to wrap it all up and let the system meet some other Avengers would be fun! Let me know if you want added to my general Moon Knight tag list!
The Co-Worker Rule (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x Reader)
Summary:With the Avengers’ ranks depleted in the aftermath of the blip, your team needs heroes. Your mission is to recruit the Moon Knight. What you didn’t expect was to fall for him.
Fluff, Adventure
Pairings: Mainly Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Jake Lockley x reader
Warnings: I did my best to accurately represent DID but please tell me if there are errors, canon typical violence, some blood, broken bones, super-powered reader, not really edited yet, I cannot write a fic where I don’t talk about Oscar’s nose and hair
A/N:Based on this request: I absolutely LOVED secret identities!!! Do you think you can do another avengers!xreader and marc/Steven/jake story!! Mange the reader is sent to recruit moonknight and then end up falling for each other?
This is not the Secret Identities sequel (my other Avengers!reader fic). The sequel is coming soon!
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Marc Spector. Steven Grant. Jake Lockley. Three men, two superheroes, one body, and exactly who the Avengers needed. Well, to be fair the Avengers needed anyone with superpowers.
That’s how you found yourself in London watching Steven Grant sit on a park bench, eat a sandwich, and stare into the sunset. The crowds were gone by the time dusk fell, and it was just you and Steven. You wouldn’t risk civilian casualties if he turned out to be a lose cannon, so you’d waited.
You approached carefully and sat on the bench beside Steven who stared silently into the distance. He’s really very handsome with his curly hair and dark eyes, and the silhouette of his nose and jaw in the setting sun has you swallowing hard. Without so much as a glance, he holds out a foil wrapped panini from the stand he stopped at earlier, offering it to you like you were an old friend.
“Probably cold now,” he finally says in a thick British accent. “Saw you following me when I left work. Thought you might be hungry too. S’not poisoned or nothing’.”
“What do you mean it’s not poisoned?” Jake hisses. “I told you to drug them.”
“Jake, we don’t have access to anything to drug someone,” Marc is confused. “Do we?”
You can’t help but smile a little bit at Steven Grant and take the food he’s offering. You are hungry, and though the hours old food would sit badly in a normal human’s stomach, you’re unconcerned. And if it’s poisoned, well, poison didn’t really work on you.
“So what do you want then?” Steven finally looks at you.
You have a mouthful of food, and all you can do is freeze as the full weight of Steven Grant’s gaze settles on you.
“Ever heard of the Avengers?” you opt to cut right to the chase.
“What? Are we stupid?” Marc hisses.
“Hasn’t everyone?” Steven filters Marc’s snide remark.
“I’m an Avenger.”
“Bullshit. Give me the body!”
“We know about,” you debate the best way to sound non-threatening and end up gesturing vaguely to his whole body. “you and are interested-”
The man hears nothing else that you say, just Jake’s voice.
“Steven, give me the body,” his alter says with deadly calm.
Steven doesn’t, just keeps staring at you. Sadness fills his deep brown eyes.
“Don’t try to take me in,” he mutters. “It won’t end well for you.”
“No, no,” you put a hand on his knee. “I’m not here to arrest you or anything like that.”
Steven glances down at your hand, and you draw it back quickly, apologetically.
“We want to recruit you for the initiative,” you explain, rubbing your hands together as you talk. “After Cairo, Moon Knight is a bit of a hero amongst us Avengers.”
Steven looks at you with slightly parted lips. The sun catches in his dark curls, and as you’re staring at him thinking that he is one of the most beautiful human beings you’ve ever seen he’s staring back thinking the same thing.
“Keep it together, buddy,” Marc says. “I don’t disagree with you, but-”
“This is dangerous. Someone knows about us! Mierda! Do the Avengers know about all of us?”
You look him up and down. God, you want to touch those curls. Stop. Focus. You have got to focus. You cross your arms, leaning forward onto your knees and pulling your gaze away from Steven to look into the distance.
“After the blip, the battle, we lost so much. The team scattered, but our enemies didn’t. I’m not asking you to live in a tower or at the new compound. We just need heroes willing to defend those who can’t defend themselves,” you let the sadness tinge your voice, sadness for your lost team. “Heroes who will answer the call when it’s time.”
“I’m not a hero.”
The accent is gone. You glance over at Marc Spector, his brows furrowed deeply as he studies you. He thinks he believes you, even though Jake is still suspicious. It’s the tragic honesty of your plea that makes him comfortable enough to front. And it’s the perfect opportunity to see just how much you know.
“Nice to meet you, Marc.”
“Looks like the answer is everything,” Jake hisses.“Everything!”
Reluctantly, Marc allows Jake to front. You can tell instantly by how his mouth sets in a tight line that you’re looking at the third alter. Jake clearly sees you as a threat. All you know from the file is that he is “the most violent of the three,” which is an assessment you think is unfair. It seemed to you that Jake only fronted when the system was in real danger, only took lives when absolutely necessary, did anything to protect Marc and Steven. You admired him for it, respected him.
But if he saw you as a threat, then you were in trouble. Shit.
You jump to your feet, taking a defensive stance as Jake stands too, looking at you with a slightly tilted head and menacing eyes.
“You want us to be an Avenger?” He growls. “What if I don’t believe you?”
He steps closer, closer.
“Jake, I think she’s telling the truth,” Steven interrupts.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says aloud then lunges for you.
You side step him, raising your hands and blocking his punch easily. He spins and kicks. You slide back to avoid it, totally on the defensive, not having any desire to really fight Jake. That is, until he finds your ribs with a hard kick. Something cracks. Instinct takes over then. You kick him right in the chest, sending Jake staggering backward.
“Not bad,” he grins like this is some sort of game.
You glance around, making sure the park is still empty. You don’t want the cops called on an Avenger fighting a vigilante. There’s no one. You leap at Jake, tossing punch after punch that he blocks easily. Just as you intended. He’s distracted and doesn’t notice you step in to sweep out his leg, knocking him flat on his butt.
He kicks your ankle hard, and you fall forward to your knees. By the time you realize what’s happening, he’s back on his feet in a low crouch. You use your momentum to roll forward, back on your feet in an instant only inches from Jake. He strikes forward; you catch his arm, locking out his wrist and elbow and spinning him around. You raise a knee to strike his face, and he grabs your thigh.
Add some degree of super strength to Moon Knight’s list of powers. He hooks an arm under your leg and flips you onto your back, shaking your grip free as the air whooshes from your lungs. Pain shoots through your side. Jake’s body collapses heavily on yours, pinning you beneath him. He straddles your waist, leaning forward over you.
You bring an elbow across his face and blood sprays from his nose.
“Alright, I’m definitely buying the Avengers thing,” Marc says.
Jake wasn’t quite convinced. He draws back a hand and you jerk your head to the side to avoid the punch. He hits the ground instead. You use his shifted weight to get your legs around his waist, and flip him to the side so you’re on top with him pinned beneath you.
“That was hot.”
“Steven, you are just one giant intrusive thought right now,” Jake replies silently as he stares up you.
For a moment, you think you’ve reached a truce and relax your body ever so slightly. That’s exactly what Jake wanted. He reaches for your neck. You bat his hand away. He tries again. You block again, and he grabs your wrist instead, yanking you closer so he can wrap his strong arms around your back and flip you back over.
“That was hot,” it’s Marc’s turn to admire you.
A flash of gold then a cold blade is pressed to your neck, pricking the skin.
“Easy, Jake,” Steven warns.
Blood from Jake’s face drips across yours as he glowers down at you.
Power flares in your hands, but you will it back to sleep. He’s not really going to hurt you. He was pulling his punches. This is a test, some sort of strange initiation to see if you’re trustworthy enough for Jake Lockley. You meet his gaze with a measured look of complete calm. He tilts his head.
“Hmm, te creo,” he sheathes the crescent shaped blade. “I believe you.”
He sits back and offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet. You feel the tiny mark on your neck that’s bleeding a surprising amount. Jake touches his nose tenderly. It’s definitely broken. And so are your ribs you realize as you struggle to take a deep breath.
“Here,” you reach for him first, letting your powers flow through you as you trace his busted nose with a feather light touch.
When his nose snaps back into place, he doesn’t so much as flinch. But he is staring at you with raised eyebrows. You run a hand over your neck, healing the tiny cut, then press your palm to your side. It hurts like it always does as your bones click back together.
“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, trying and failing to bite back a pained moan.
“Now that was hot,” Jake says silently
“Imagine hearing that sound because of us,” Marc adds, the image of you squirming underneath them flashing through their minds courtesy of Marc.
“We arehearing that sound because of us,” Steven snaps. “Someone - Jake - broke their ribs!”
“Lay off Steven. I was assessing a threat.”
“Whatever you say, mate. Threat assessed.”
“So the Avengers?” Marc asks, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand.
“I take it I passed,” You remark wryly, not even blinking at the appearance of Marc.
It was the weirdest recruiting mission you had ever been on, but if beating the shit out of each other for a few minutes convinced Jake, Steven, and Marc that you were genuine, then that’s what you’d do.
Marc stepped close to you and raised his hand to your face, touching the spattering of blood there. His face changes, softens. Steven’s palm flattens over your cheek, and without realizing it you lean into the warmth.
“My flat’s a few blocks away,” he offers. “You can clean up there, talk to all of us about the Avengers.”
His eyes are wide as his gaze roves your face, a little smile quirking his lips up. You’re equally as enraptured by him, by all of them really.
“Oh, he’s got it bad,” Jake remarks.
In the end, Steven walks you back to his flat, listening to you talk about the new Avengers Initiative all the while. Marc and Jake jump into the conversation here and there, and in the fifteen minutes it takes to reach Steven’s door, your mission is complete. Moon Knight is an Avenger.
You could go. Right then, you could turn around, wish Steven - and Marc and Jake - the best, tell them you’ll see them later, and go back to the compound. You should go, but there is something magnetic about the three men that makes you follow Steven Grant into his flat.
He sits you on the edge of his bed and cleans the blood from your face with a damp cloth, kneeling between your legs the whole time in a way that makes you feel… things. Damn it. When you were recruited to the team, you made a personal rule that a romance, however brief, would never be an option with a fellow Avenger. Steven is by all rights an Avenger now. The co-workers rule had always kept you out of trouble before. So yes you could admire how handsome this man was, but no, there could be no romance, no sex, nothing.
When your face and neck are clean, Steven absentmindedly puts a hand on your thigh, high on your thigh, and sits back on his knees. There is fire where he’s touching you. Damn it, you curse to yourself. Remember the rule.
Trying to distract yourself, you take the cloth from him and dab at his face that is still bloody from the broken nose. It forces you to lean closer as you hold his head still with one hand and wipe blood away with the other. His face is soft with just a hint of afternoon stubble on his cheek and jaw. This was not a good choice for a distraction.
He’s looking up at you with those big dark eyes, and when he makes eye contact, he hold you still with just his gaze.
“Come on, Steven!” Marc cheers him on.
Steven doesn’t think. He takes your face between his hands and kisses you like a dying man taking his last breath. He leans you back, pressing you flat to the bed and moving to hover over you, kissing you all the while.
“I-is this alright?” Steven asks, pulling back so your noses are barely brushing.
No. It’s breaking the rule. That’s what you should say. But your hands are pressed to the smooth muscles of his chest, moving almost of their own accord to feel him through his shirt.
“Yes,” you decide right then to take a leap of faith.
The smile that lights up Steven’s face is contagious. You would break every rule in the world just to see him smile. You’re grinning back at him as he shifts his body atop yours. Fighting Jake had been - dare you say it - fun, but this was better. Steven is warm and gentle in all the right ways, and you think that if you ever get the chance you’d find that Marc and Jake would be rough in all the right ways. But for now, this is enough. More than enough.
Steven’s hands roam your face like he’s trying to memorize every bit of it. You’re raising goosebumps along his side as you slip your hands under the soft fabric of his shirt.
And just as you are about to tear this beautiful man’s clothes off, your phone vibrates loudly in your pocket. The moment is broken. You fumble for the device, brushing the back of your hand awkwardly across Steven’s… oh shit. He huffs softly.
“Sorry,” you mutter, feeling how hard he is with that quick touch.
He moves his eyes up, averting his gaze from you with a slightly embarrassed half-grin, half-grimace.
“Hello,” you answer, calming your breathing.
You’re still laying under Steven who is braced on his elbows with hands hovering awkwardly around your head.
“Any updates?”
Why did it have to be Sam Wilson calling you right now? It felt like your older brother had just walked in on you having sex. It wasn’t sex… yet, and Sam wasn’t your older brother… biologically, but that might has well have been the situation.
“Yeah, it uh… went well. He’s on board.”
You glance at Steven who is watching you curiously, actively running a hand through your hair now.
“Good. So we’ll see you back here early morning then?” Sam asks.
“I um… I missed my flight,” that is technically true.
“Missed flight?” You hear Bucky shout and pull the phone from your ear as his voice gets louder. “They’re fucking. I knew it! I saw those pictures of him, and I knew this was the end of your stupid co-worker rule!”
“We’re not-” you start, then stop; lying to Bucky and Sam has never been your best skill. “We-”
Marc grabs the phone from your hand; you don’t know when the change occurred. He could definitely hear Bucky’s yelling.
“We’re trying to,” he speaks into the phone.
You can hear Bucky’s happy shouting on the other line, Sam trying to calm him down. Then Marc hangs up and tosses your phone aside.
“Now where were we?” Marc’s voice shifts to Steven’s British accent mid-sentence.
You bury your fingers in his soft curly hair, dragging Steven’s face down to yours and pressing your lips to his soft ones. You’d followed your co-worker rule for years, but not anymore. Steven moans quietly, a deep throaty sound that shoots heat through your body.
It was like Stark had always said, rules are made to be broken.
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Tag List: @love-on-the-murder-scene@bookfrog242 (Let me know if you want added to my Moon Knight list or if I missed you. I’m really bad at maintaining these.)
Pairing: Steven Grant x female reader (hints of Marc Spector x female reader)
Summary: Something strange is going on with Steven. Or alternatively: how you fix your relationship by giving Steven the sloppiest office blowjob ever.
Rating: really fucking explicit
Warning/content: unease around male character, inappropriate office behaviour, blowjob, semi-public sex. Please do not attempt to re-enact this, it will land you with HR.
Word Count: 9.3k (guys this was meant to be a short interlude… idek)
You’re naked in your boyfriend’s bed—the very same bed where he took you apart some hours ago, desperate, worshipful mouth pressed tight between your thighs. But now he’s staring down at you, that very same mouth set in an almost-disdainful line, eyes flat and blank.
It’s like looking in a funhouse mirror and seeing a distorted reflection of reality. So many of the peripheral things are the same but the essence is different somehow. Off in a way that has your heart pounding loud in your ears.
The difference is jarring in the same way that the still-healing wounds on his torso are. Though in this low light, the bruising on his shoulder and the cuts across his chest don’t look nearly as bad as they did when you first saw them. Was it just the shock of their existence that made you think they were worse than they are?
He clears his throat and you realise with a start that you’ve been silently gawking at his chest for the last several minutes. When your eyes fly to his face, you find him poorly suppressing an amused smirk. He’s never looked at you like that before; you weren’t even aware his mouth was physically capable of curving into such a snide expression.
You don’t know what to say to him. To this stranger of a man who has replaced your sweet, awkward Steven. Don’t know what to do with yourself either. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re staring at him like a deer in the headlights, covers still clutched to your chest.
His brows draw together, head tilting slightly to the side as he regards you, dark eyes sharp, almost predatory in a way that makes you feel exposed and vulnerable, like an insect pinned to a display board. Your breath stutters in your chest, and a wave of goosebumps raises the hairs along the back of your arms.
Something is wrong, and you want it to stop. And if it won’t stop, you need to leave.
But calmly. Years of experience with drunk blokes in pubs and with overly-handsy coworkers tells you to act normal. Make an excuse. Wouldn’t do to alarm him.
“Is… um… is your insomnia flaring up again? I should go. I… really need to be getting home anyway. Early morning at work, you know.” You’re babbling nervously, can’t seem to stop as you start to gather up your clothes. You hurry as much as you can without letting go of the duvet, unwilling to lose the only barrier of protection you have against him.
“I’ll… um… Just let me–” you stammer as you scoop your ruined tights into your handbag and grab your boots. You back prickles uneasily and you have to force yourself not to look over your shoulder and see if he’s still standing there watching you. “I’ll just get dressed and be on my way.”
You don’t look at him or wait for a response. Things in hand and bedding still wrapped firmly around yourself, you scuttle across the flat like a deranged hermit crab, relieved to find that the doorway you spotted is, indeed the loo. You retreat inside, closing the accordion door firmly shut behind you.
Encased in the darkness of the small room, you listen anxiously for any noise from the rest of the flat, but all you can hear is your heart beating loudly in your ears. You fumble blindly with your handbag, pawing through the keys and makeup and all the other odds and ends that seem to accumulate despite your best efforts, cursing yourself for not being more organised.
Finally, after an infinitely long moment of listening to your breathing come faster and faster as you search, your hand closes around your phone, and you yank it free. Your fingers are clumsy as you thumb it open, turning on the flashlight so you can find the pull cord for the bathroom light and tug it down until the room flickers with a jarring glaring brightness.
You squint down at your phone, and the familiar background screen of you and Steven looks back up at you. Something akin to guilt floods your chest when you pull up the Uber app to secure a ride home—ETA: 6 mins. It’s followed immediately by relief.
You need the loo, but you feel too exposed to actually sit down for a pee while starkers. It’s ridiculous really, this isn’t a Hitchcock movie, and logically you know that no one is going to attack you from behind the shower curtain. Still you opt for dressing yourself as quickly as you can.
Fully clothed and with your escape route secured, you feel a tiny bit better, but the tightness in your chest refuses to dissipate fully.
You use the loo and wash your hands. Catching sight of yourself in the tiny mirror above the sink, you run a quick hand over your hair before giving it up as a bad job, less worried about your looks than… than… What is it that you’re worried about anyway?
Standing there staring at your reflection, peaky and fretful under the harsh light, you wrap your arms around yourself and wonder what the bloody hell is going on with you. You’re being ridiculous.
It’s just Steven, right? Your sweet, caring Steven. Except it’snot.
He hasn’t really even done anything untoward, and yet here you are, your heart in your throat, ready to jump out of your skin at the slightest provocation.
He was just so oddly still. Loose and almost… relaxed in a way you’re not used to from Steven.
Maybe that’s it, you tell yourself, trying to pluck up the courage to open the door to the rest of the flat. People sometimes act differently after sex. (Case in point: whatever is going on with you right now.)
Maybe this is just what Steven is like once he finally lets himself relax?
The thought warms you, makes the tightness in your chest relax marginally. But the warmth fades as soon as you open the door to find him standing in the middle of the room, staring at you.
He’s dressed now as well in the well-fitted t-shirt and dark jacket, so different from his usual oversized clothes. You note absently that it’s a good look on him, but the thought never truly takes hold because you’re too focused on his eyes, just as piercing as before. Another shiver works its way up your spine. This isn’t just your imagination.
Something is wrong with Steven, and everything inside you is screaming that you need to get out of here.
Now.
“I’ll just… um… wait downstairs, shall I?”
He says nothing, and you’re glad, even though that’s wrong too. Steven always offers to walk you, but this time you’re just as happy to be away from him that much sooner.
You’re uncomfortably aware of the weight of his eyes on you as you make your way to the door and start to unfasten the frankly ridiculous number of locks and deadbolts. Even for London this is a bit of an overkill, isn’t it?
Once you finally get the door open, you flash Steven one last wave and a quick, “see you around.” You duck out the door before he can reply, shutting it gently behind you. Resisting the urge to let your head thunk forward against the wood, you turn and head for the lift, still feeling odd about the whole interaction and vaguely on edge.
What was that? Why do you feel more like a witness fleeing a crime scene than a woman bidding a fond goodnight to her boyfriend?
It doesn’t help your nerves that the hallway is dark and empty and one of the lights keeps flickering, lending the whole space an eerie feel. You almost wish you’d asked Steven to walk you down, but you want your Steven, awkward and openly affectionate, not the odd, mostly-silent man you’ve just left behind in his flat.
You reach the lift and punch the call button, prompting a deep hum as the machinery starts to move. You’re staring at the bright red LED light indicating which floor it’s on, willing it to arrive when something grabs hold of your wrist. Hard and unyielding. The persistent grip makes you flinch, jerking your hand back and spinning around to confront… Steven.
He’s right there behind you, looming over you, looking impossibly large and menacing, and your heart hammers in your chest. You take an involuntary step backwards and clutch your bag to your chest. Your back bumps up against something cold, and you nearly shriek before realising you’ve backed into the door of the lift.
God, what is wrong with you tonight!?
It’s just Steven, you tell yourself, willing your rabbiting heart to slow down. (But it’s not. Something inside you is still screaming that this is not your Steven. His eyes are wrong, his stance is wrong, his fucking hairiswrong.)
And you don’t know what you expect (theworst. Oh god, since when have you expected the worst from Steven?) but it isn’t for him to take a step back and hold his hands up in the universal gesture of harmlessness.
Harmless… right. What a laugh. Right now he looks anything but. Except…
He regards you steadily, eyes dark in his too-serious face. He’s still too still, too… much to be your Steven, but…
There’s something about the way he’s giving you space. The way the stillness is deliberate now, controlled. He’s not trying to make himself smaller—not the way Steven always does—but he’s holding himself back. The power obvious in every line of his body is being restrained in an effort to reassure you, and it’s enough to overcome the worst of your irrational fear.
There’s a tilt of his head, as he gives you a nod, one that seems to say, ‘that’s right. You’re okay.’ And as those dark eyes burn into yours, you can almost bring yourself to believe it.
He seems to notice too, something shifting subtly in his face. His lips curve up into a small smile, but even that is wrong… almost condescending. And he tips his head slightly to the right.
It’s then that you notice your cheap watch hanging from his hand, the stupid thing looking tiny and delicate in his thick fingers.
Oh. Oh God. You’ve made a right idiot of yourself, haven’t you? Embarrassed warmth floods your cheeks. He must think you’re a complete nutter, overreacting like that over the return of a wristwatch.
Your eyes shift from your watch back to his face, and there’s something—the slightest quirk of an eyebrow or maybe the way that one corner of his mouth ticks up higher—that turns the expression cruel, like he’s having a laugh at your expense.
The heat spreads and prickles up over the back of your neck, making your ears burn. You’re not even sure anymore if it’s nerves or embarrassment or something else entirely, but it rubs you the wrong way all the same, and annoyance comes to the forefront.
Narrowing your eyes, you send him a look that would ordinarily have Steven withering, but it only seems to amuse the man in front of you.
“Thanks,” you tell him flatly, not quite daring to pop off the way you want to. Instead you hesitantly step forward into his space to grab the watch from him. The band pops apart—of course it does—leaving you each holding half of the useless thing, and you have to scramble to grab the other half from his hand under his taunting gaze.
What is wrong with you? What is wrong with Steven!? God, you just want to be done with this and far, far away from here.
Like the answer to your prayers, a loud ding sounds out in the silence, heralding the arrival of the lift.
The doors open behind you, and you back in, unwilling to take your eyes off the man who continues to watch you with the same expression of condescending amusement. Once you’re far enough in, you punch the button for the ground floor, and give him a perfunctory wave as the doors close between you, breathing a sigh of relief once the lift begins to move.
Still, it’s not until you’re safely ensconced in the uber on the way back to your flat that you feel like you can finally take a full breath again. And as soon as you do, doubt floods into you along with it.
What in the bloody hell was that!?
Why did you react that way? Somehow, in the veritable sea of red flags lining the road of your relationship with Steven, nothing else has set you off like this.
The whole thing seems surreal, and the farther from Steven’s flat you get, the less sure you are of what happened. Was he really even behaving oddly? Or were you the odd one for overreacting—practically having kittens over your boyfriend… what? Not fawning over you the way he usually does or nattering on about one of his interests in the middle or the night?
Your logical mind is scrambling for some rational explanation: It’s not outrageous to think Steven might be out of sorts because he couldn’t sleep. Or perhaps you had an unremembered bad dream, and the anxiety bled over into wakefulness. Half two in the morning is not anyone’s best hour.
But the way he looked at you there at the end, like you werenothing to him…
No matter how you try to explain what happened or excuse it away, the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach remains the same. As does the fact that, for a bit there, for whatever reason, you were afraid to be alone with Steven.
And that’s a giant fucking red flag if you’ve ever seen one. One you don’t know if you can get past.
You don’t get any sleep that night, and the entirety of the following workday is a fog. There’s spreadsheets and Team meetings and more spreadsheets, and thank God none of it requires your active brain capacity, because you have none to give today. Your thoughts are entirely preoccupied with last night, and trying to decide what to do about Steven.
The logical part of you votes for cutting your losses and ending things now before you get in too deep. Part of you thinks it’s already too late.
Your phone pings from your bag, and despite your uncertainty and everything that happened last night, your heart still skips excitedly at the thought that it might be Steven. Fishing it out, you unlock it, anticipating a text from Steven; expecting him to be checking in on you the way he always does.
Except, it’s notSteven.
Instead it’s an unsolicited picture of an unimpressive specimen of male genitalia taken under the most unflattering fluorescent bathroom light possible. Definitely not Steven.
Hello, unwanted dick pic #13.
God, this is what you would have to look forward to if you break it off with Steven, isn’t it? A return to the dystopian, post-apocalyptic landscape that is the London dating scene.
You don’t want to go back to unsolicited dick pics; questionable men, who are either lying about their marriage status or their profile picture; and blokes who leer at you like you’re a piece of meat hanging from a hook in the window display of a butcher’s store.
But most of all you don’t want to go back to dating strange random men, because you want to be dating Steven.
YoulikeSteven.
You like his puppy dog eyes, and his awkward adoration, and his enthusiasm. You like the silly texts that he sends you throughout the work day— random photos of cute dogs on the Tube or Egyptian artefacts with captions full of lame puns and emojis and the reason why he thought of you.
You like all of it.
You like Steven. You like Steven a lot. Before last night, you might even have said you were falling in lo– (No. No, you’re not going there. Not right now.)
But last night was… not good. Quite bad, in fact, wasn’t it? You can admit that now. In the space of that last quarter hour with Steven, he made you feel scared and… and… small. And you don’t know how to deal with that from someone you’re supposed to be able to trust.
Don’t know if you even want to try.
God, you’re a mess.
You shoot yet another glance at the wall clock, but it’s still not half five.
You’ve spent the last several hours counting down the minutes and seconds until you can clock out, but the more you check the time, the more it seems to drag on until you think the hands must be clinging to the face of the clock, slowing time itself just to taunt you.
It takes an eternity and a half but then, finally, the clock ticks over.
You gather up your belongings in a daze and bid your coworkers an absentminded goodbye before wandering off to the lift. You stare at your own reflection, distorted in the metallic sidewall as the lift descends, still fretting about Steven.
Do you want to break up with him? Keep seeing him? How the bloody hell are you supposed to know when you don’t even know what it will be like when you see him again?
When the doors open on the ground floor, you can hear that there’s some kind of commotion taking place at reception.
“Sir, I’m going to ask you one final time: Who are you here to see?” The no-nonsense voice booms through the entrance hall of your office building
Susan, the loveable old battle-axe of a receptionist, is giving some poor bloke a hard time again. Nothing unusual there. You can hear her barking out, “If you don’t give me a name right now, you’re going to have to leave. This isn’t a bus stop, alright?”
“Sorry, Sorry.”
Oh God. You recognise that voice.
“I’m not loitering or anything dodgy like that. I’m just waiting for my… girl–uh… lady… um… friend.“
Rounding the corner, you see him.
Puppydog Steven has returned. He’s wearing another novelty print button down and a hangdog expression. Back stooped and hunching into himself, he’s standing in front of the receptionist desk, holding a bouquet of roses the size of a carnival prize in front of himself like a shield.
“Steven?”
At your voice, he turns towards you, hunching further over into himself like he’s bracing himself for a blow. As you approach, you can tell he’s nervous and unhappy in a way you haven’t seen since your first date, and your first thought is that something awful must have happened, because of the contrast between last night and now beggars belief.
“This one yours then, love?” Susan asks, still eyeing Steven like he might be about to make off with the electronics.
“Yeah, he’s um… Yeah. Thanks, Susan,” you flash her a placating smile, then turn to Steven.
“Steven, what’s wrong? Why are you—,” but you don’t even get the chance to finish the question before he interrupts you.
“I’m sorry. Oh God,this is why I don’t— Sorry, sorry. I–” The words are disjointed, tripping over each other in his hurry to get them out, but clearly some sort of garbled apology. “Look, if I– If I did something last night that made you uncomfortable, I’m– Oh God, I’m so sorry.”
In your peripheral view you can see Susan, working studiously at the corner of the reception desk that offers the best position for her to listen in on your private conversation with Steven. You’re acutely aware of various other onlookers who seem to all have found reasons to loiter in the reception area as well. Unless you want to be the star of the workplace gossip blasted in the office kitchen tomorrow morning, you need to move the two of you somewhere less public, and quickly.
“Susan, can you block off one of the meeting rooms for me?”
She gives you a slightly dubious look, and for a moment you think she’ll refuse. Susan lives for any morsel of gossip to keep her entertained. But to your surprise, she does you a solid without any further prompting.
“Room 10, pet.”
“Thanks. I’ll owe you one.” You flash Susan a grateful smile and make a mental note to get her one of those fancy coffees she likes from the cafe around the corner for brekkie tomorrow.
“C’mon.” You grab the cuff of Steven’s shirt and tug gently.
Steven follows your lead, allowing you to pull him with you down the hallway of conference rooms. Rounding a corner, into a more secluded bit of hallway, you follow the corridor until you reach the last door in the row. The one to the conference room that affords the most privacy.
Swinging the door open, you all but shove Steven inside before closing the door behind the two of you. You flip the lock to ensure there are no unwanted interruptions before turning back to Steven.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he starts again as soon as you’re facing him.
“Steven,Steven. It’s alright,” you interrupt, attempting to reassure him, because God, he looks miserable—every inch the cowering puppydog, just waiting for the kick he knows is coming—and you can’t bear for him to look like that.
But he just shuts his eyes like looking at you is painful. He shakes his head, the set of his mouth all misery, and then your heart skips a beat when his eyes snap open and lock onto yours with an intensity that’s startlingly reminiscent of the night before.
“I just– Look, I— You’re the best bloody thing I’ve had in my life in a long time—maybe ever—and… and last night was amazing. Better—way better—than anything I could’ve ever imagined.”
He’s so open, so honest, gazing at you with large, pleading eyes. You feel yourself melting despite your earlier indecision on whether you should be done with him, especially when he continues.
“Last night was perfect,” he says with fervent conviction, but then falters and looks down, apparently shy. You feel your heart squeeze at how adoring he is. “At least, I thought so. You were perfect. And I got to fall asleep with you, which was perfect too. But then I woke up and you were gone. And I’m afraid I’ve bollocksed it all up somehow, the way I always do. Good ol’ Steven, can’t pull a bird to save his life, let alone hold onto one. And it never mattered so much before, but now it does because it’s you, and…”
And he’s still talking, but you’re stuck on one particular part of that word vomit.
He said… he said that he woke up and you were gone. But that’s not right. You know that’s not right. He woke up before you, so clearly you were still there! Does he… not remember?
You almost ask. Almost say so directly, but something holds you back. Some lingering fear prevents you from bringing up your last unnerving middle-of-the-night encounter. An absurd worry that you don’t dare mention that other, wrong Steven for fear of summoning him back.
Instead you interrupt Steven’s rambling to probe gently, “I was gone when you woke up?”
Steven nods.
“Yeah, this morning. Must’ve worn me out ‘cause I slept straight through.” He gives you a small shy smile that fades quickly when you don’t return it. “Was nearly late for work.”
You’re still reeling, your mind stuck on the bit where he doesn’t remember interacting with you in the middle of the night at all. (Maybe the idea of it being not your Steven isn’t so far-fetched after all?)But Steven doesn’t give you any time to consider; he barely even pauses for breath before barrelling on.
“I don’t blame you for leaving, of course, but I can’t help thinking that I must’ve–” he cuts himself off, gaze dropping to the floor like he can’t bear to look at you. “Look, you… you have to know by now. How dodgy my memory is sometimes. Missing dates or showing up on the wrong day and all that, yeah? Sometimes things happen that I don’t remember. I do things that I don’t remember. And I can’t bear–”
He breaks off, swallows hard, and finally looks up to meet your eyes. His gaze is serious and direct in a way that almost reminds you of last night, except that there’s no hint of that dreadful, supercilious amusement.
“I can’t help thinking that I must’ve done something, and I’m– I’m sorry if I– Sorry. I– Just please.” His eyes are huge, round and still so open and honest, and there’s something else there too as he continues, “Please tell me that I didn’t do anything to hurt or upset you.”
Fear. It’s fear you’re seeing in his eyes and written across his face. You recognize it now, and you think your heart might break over how scared he looks. Completely terrified over the idea that he might have hurt or upset you.
“Steven… ” You hesitate, brow furrowing as you trail off, not sure what to say or how to describe what happened last night.
“Oh. I– Oh.I did, didn’t I?” He looks vaguely sick at the idea and starts to back away, the hand holding the roses dropping to his side as he hunches into himself all over again, spewing apologies twice as fast as before. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m– Oh God,what did I do? Whatever it was, I’m sorry. I wouldn’t ever– Or would I? Guess I did, didn’t I? God I’m– I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine why I would…”
This whole conversation has been a lot to take in, but Steven is clearly distraught, set to go on self-chastising indefinitely for something that seems to be out of his control. You hate to see him this way—it’s painful to watch his quick descent into misery and self-hatred.
“Steven—Steven!” You try to interrupt his spiral, but he doesn’t even pause. You don’t know what to say to break him out of it, so you stop him the best way you know how.
Surging forward, you grab onto the lapels of his jacket to hold him in place while you press your lips to his. It’s a little awkward—Steven is still talking, mouth open when you make contact, and you misjudged the angle slightly—but it does shut him up rather handily.
His eyes flutter closed and he melts against you with a moan so sweet that you want to tuck it away in a keepsake box and keep it all to yourself. When you pull back a moment later, his eyes are half-lidded and dazed, and he’s wearing an expression like he’s forgotten how to carry out the simple task of breathing.
“It’s alright, Steven,” you soothe him and it is. With him anyway. You’re not sure what’s going on exactly, but you know you lo– that you care about Steven a lot and don’t want to lose him to… whatever it is that happened last night.
He blinks, gaze focusing slightly as he’s coming back to earth. Then he really looks at you. And the dazed confusion is coloured with something akin to hopefulness in those wide eyes.
“So, I didn’t… do anything to hurt you?” Those round, pitch dark eyes are so sincere. So ridiculously vulnerable like he was never introduced to the concept of self-preservation. Steven is the living embodiment of wearing his heart on his sleeves to the point where you worry for him sometimes.
You shake your head no, a smile tugging at your lips at the sight of him, because when that sincerity is pointed in your direction you can’t help the swell of affection in your chest.
And it’s true.
Hedidn’t do anything to hurt you. You were unsettled at worst, and you’ve got the beginning of a suspicion that somehow it may not even have been Steven you were dealing with last night at all.
“So we’re… um…” he pauses and licks his lips, hesitating, and you try not to get distracted by the way his pink tongue slicks over the swell of his bottom lip, “We’re good then, yeah?”
You nod, smile spreading wider despite yourself. “Yeah. We’re good.”
“You’re… You’re sure?” he presses. He’s still gazing at you with those dark puppydog eyes, uncertainty painted across every line of his face. One stray curl has furled up against his forehead as he bites down onto his bottom lip, worrying the plump flesh.
You reach for him without thinking, wanting to reassure him, and you pull him in to plant another short, chaste kiss against his lips.
Eager for you as always, Steven meets your kiss. Soft, warm lips pressed to yours for a long moment, and then he’s licking into your mouth with a hungry enthusiasm that has your knees ready to go out from under you. His free hand comes up to wrap around your back, and you bury your own hands in his riotous curls as he kisses you hard enough to bend you back over his arm.
Steven’s kisses are always ravenous, but this time in particular, he kisses you like he’s seeking salvation from your lips; like you’re water when he’s dying of thirst, and he’s determined to consume all of you that he can get before you change your mind.
You have to plant your hands on his shoulders, barely managing to pull away from his lips long enough to catch oxygen into your lungs. He releases you with obvious reluctance, and your knees are weak enough that you take a moment to be sure they’ll hold you before you take a step back to look him over, drinking in the sight of him.
Collar askew, curls a frantic mess over his forehead, kiss-swollen lips, just a hint of uncertainty lingering in those big, dark eyes. Fuck, he’s so damned gorgeous.
And okay, yes, you want to reassure him, but you’re certainly not opposed to messing him up a little bit more in the process. Messy is such a good look on him after all.
You sneak a quick glance at the wall clock above—6pm, after office hours.
There may still be some unlucky souls still working upstairs in the office space, but no one is going to be using these ground floor meeting rooms at this hour. No one except you, that is, and you know exactly what you want to do with that privacy.
Grasping Steven’s collar, you tug at it to lead him further into the room.
He follows without resistance, but clumsily, nearly tripping on the carpeted floor. Too busy staring at you to watch his footing. He’s like a puppy learning to walk on a leash, and it’s adorable.
You lead him to the mahogany conference table, and take the bouquet from his unresisting hand, laying it down gently on the table top before pulling out one of the large rolling office chairs. A bit of manoeuvring, and you’ve got Steven standing in front of the chair with his back to the door, just in case.
He gasps when you drop to your knees in front of him, and makes an abortive movement like he meant to catch you by your shoulders but was too slow, leaving his hand hanging there uselessly in midair.
The rough carpet scratches at your skin through your tights, but you keep your attention on Steven as you make quick work of unbuckling his belt.
You can see the moment it dawns on him exactly what your intentions are. His eyes grow comically large, tongue darting out in a nervous fit to lick over the swell of his lower lip.
“Wait, wait. What are you–? There’s people outside. We can’t do this here, can we?” He sounds scandalised, and it makes you want to show him just how scandalous you can be.
“It’s fine,” you tell him, nuzzling at the crotch of his jeans and breathing in the scent of him, before the soft whisper of the metal zipper being lowered fills the room.
“We shou—oh fuck, that feels so…—Shouldn’t be doing this though, should we?”
For all his protesting, Steven is already half hard, the incriminating evidence pressing against the front of his underwear. His throat constricts as he swallows, a nervous reflex.
You still, fingers hooked into the edge of his jeans and underwear, and peer up at him.
“Steven. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” The response is instantaneous, accompanied by a vigorous shaking of his head. “I-I– Don’t stop. Keep… um… keep going, please. If you want to.”
“Good.” You tug down the jeans and pants down over the ample curve of his ass to his thighs in one fluid motion, and his cock springs free from the constraints, rising to slap gently against his stomach.
“Then sit down.” You wrap both hands around his hips and give the gentlest of pushes, but he drops down so forcefully it’s like you’ve tackled him.
He’s so distracted—eyes wide and shell-shocked and glued on you—that he nearly misses the chair, not quite making it square in the seat. The chair wheels squeak noisily, as his momentum sends it rolling backwards away from you.
You blink in disbelief.
"Oh bugger. Sorry, sorry. Let me just…” Steven, clearly mortified, tries to course correct, planting his feet to kick forward, but he miscalculates the trajectory and sends the chair into a spin instead. “Oh god, I’m so sorry."
Giddy relief fills your chest, and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles up in your throat. Dear God, why are things with the two of you always like this? It’s practically a comedy of errors.
Still, if there was any doubt before, it’s definitely gone now. This man—the man in front of you, awkward and fumbling and sweet—is your Steven.
You shake your head and climb to your feet, still smiling as you walk over to him. Planting your hands on the armrests, you force the chair to a stop. Steven’s horrified expression, now inches from your own face, nearly sends you into another fit of giggles.
“Stay,” you order with a fond smile. “Don’t move. Just relax, alright? I’ve got you.”
While Steven is normally very good at taking orders from you, this is one that he entirely fails to follow. His whole body remains tense, fingers flexing as they hover nervously in the air until you take them and guide them to the armrests where they grip and hold on tight.
You drop to your knees again and lean forward until you’re caged in by his spread legs on either side of you. Steven lets out a breathless gasp even though you haven’t so much as touched him yet.
On your knees like this, your face inches away from his cock, you get an up and close personal view that you weren’t privy to the night before. The head is flushed dark pink and it shines slick with the precome that’s beading at the blunt tip.
Even his cock is ridiculously pretty. It’s really not fair.
This close the scent of him is even stronger, clean, with a hint of musk and something altogether Steven. Parting your lips, you ghost your breath over him, relishing the way he practically whines at the sensation, his cock twitching and jerking, more precome welling out to drip down the impressive length of him.
So sensitive, your Steven.
You dart out the tip of your tongue to lap up the runner of liquid. It’s a barely-there touch, but from the sound he makes, you’d think you had punched him square in the solar plexus. The choked-out, pitiful sob makes the blood in your veins sing.
You do it again, just to see if he’ll make the same noise.
He does.
Then again, and he moans, long and breathless, and it shivers through you. Makes you want to see what other sounds you can pull from him. But first you pull back for a moment.
“Shall I continue then?” you ask, pretty sure you know the answer already.
“Yes, please. God yes.” His voice is breathless, desperate, and you can’t help the self-satisfied smile tugging at your lips.
You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and it jumps in your grip, thick and hot and throbbing against your palm. You love how reactive he is. Looking him in the eye, you drag your tongue against your bottom lip to wet it for him. Then without further ado, you wrap your lips around him.
“Shit. Oh bloody–Shit.” His whole body stiffens under the assault of your mouth, and you can feel him pulsing on your tongue.
Closing your eyes, you savour the sounds he makes for you. Keen little noises and punched out gasps like you’re holding him under water and drowning him in sensations until he can barely breathe.
His reactions, the way his cock twitches, the sweet tang of precome on your tongue; it’s all perfect, and your stomach clenches with arousal and the aching need to touch yourself.
It’s tempting, so tempting, to slip a hand under your skirt and indulge in your own pleasure, but you want to stay focused on Steven right now. Want to be able to take in every minute detail of his response to you. So you keep your hands wrapped firmly around the base of him as your mouth inches down, taking as much of him as you can before backing off again to tease him with just the tip of your tongue.
"Oh God, oh God, that feels amazing. You’re so–oh fuck–so good at this… I mean why wouldn’t you be? I mean… oh God.” He’s babbling. Fingers gripping the armrest so hard that his knuckles have gone ghost-white. “Pleasedon'tstop.”
It is, possibly, the world’s worst and most adorable attempt at dirty talking. But it hardly matters. Steven is so responsive to your every touch, so obviously overwhelmed, that it’s impossible to take his words the wrong way. Impossible not to be aroused by his enthusiastic reactions.
When you kiss the tip of him, he keens. When you swirl your tongue, tracing shapes against the sensitive head, he’ll cant his hips upwards, in an attempt to get even deeper. When you grant him exactly that, letting him slide him deeper into your mouth, his hands fly to your shoulder, fingers flexing there, digging in until they’re just short of painful.
And all the while he’s watching you with awe, gaze locked on you, as though he’s afraid to look away in case you disintegrate under his hands. As though he can hardly believe you’re real.
That look in his eyes makes you burn. Makes you want to do even more for him. To make him feel as good as humanly possible. So you suck and kiss and lick every inch of him you can, your hand wrapped in a tight fist around his slick girth to work what your mouth is unable to.
One large, shaking hand comes up to cup the side of your face, his thumb barely ghosting over the corner of your mouth where it’s stretched wide around his cock before moving to your cheek. He rubs small, soothing circles over your cheekbone, gentle even as he’s writhing under your mouth. The tender, doting touch sends pleasure skittering down your spine.
Even now, with you on your knees for him, the man is trying so hard to hold back. To be careful with you. His hips barely hitching up to meet your mouth, as you lick and lap at every inch you can.
“God, look at you. You’re so pretty. I can’t believe you’re actually–” He breaks off, gasping, then starts again, barely seeming aware of what he’s saying, “Your mouth feels so good. So fucking pretty, you are. Can you— Can you take me deeper?” Then when you hum an assent around his cock, “Oh God, oh please…”
The words coming out of him aren’t even particularly filthy, but they affect you all the same.
Heat blossoms in your stomach at how wrecked his voice is as he pants out how pretty you look over and over again. You can feel how wet you are—dripping into the already soaked cotton of your knickers. You squeeze your legs together, moaning around his cock when the pressure makes your cunt clench around nothing.
“Oh. You’re–? Fuck. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Steven gasps out, and you pull back far enough to look up at him and shoot him a cheeky wink.
“God, you’re amazing,” he groans, thrusting up into your mouth just once, like he can’t help himself, then stilling. Whatever shyness or uncertainty had him tongue tied just a few minutes ago seems to be gone, and he starts to beg for you to “Touch yourself for me, love. Please. Fuck. Want you to enjoy yourself too. Please.”
Hah. As though you weren’t already enjoying yourself thoroughly.
Still, it’s no great hardship to do as he asks, so you pull off slowly, teasingly, and sit back on your heels to look up at him. Collapsed back in the chair, chest heaving, cheeks flushed and curls in complete disarray as those dark eyes burn down into yours, he looks gorgeously undone.
God, and he says you’re the pretty one?
You can’t help but lose yourself in admiring him for a long moment.
Too long of a moment, apparently, because his brows draw together and the light of uncertainty starts to flood those big brown eyes. His hands rise to flutter in the air, a sure sign he’s feeling insecure.
Quickly, before he has a chance to overthink things too much, you make a show of sliding one hand down to cup your breast. Between your office clothes and sensible bra, you don’t get much out of it, but you’ve certainly captured Steven’s attention.
He looks utterly gobsmacked, mouth hanging open, and his eyes remain glued to your hand as it continues its descent down your body, and up under your skirt. His swollen, shiny cock jerking and leaking precome in an entirely gratifying manner.
You press a hand between your thighs over your clothes and gasp when even that muted pressure sends pleasure streaking through you. There’s an awkward moment as you scramble for the edge of your tights, and manage to drag them down far enough to wedge your hand under and into your knickers.
The angle is cramped and uncomfortable, but so, so worth it to be able to rub slippery little circles over your clit. Fuck, you’re already so wet, and you can’t help but moan as you feel wetness leaking down between your thighs every time your cunt clenches.
“Oh my days,” Steven breathes, eyes as wide as you’ve ever seen them as his gaze flits between your face and the hand buried beneath your skirt. He seems to have forgotten about his own arousal entirely, totally focused on you.
And, well, that just won’t do.
When he looks up at your face again, you catch his gaze and send him a naughty smile before ducking forward and taking his cock in your mouth again.
Steven lets out a gasping moan that sounds like it’s torn from his very soul, and this time his hips rise to meet you, no longer holding back. He’s all instincts and hunger now, and you’re reminded of the Steven who took control from you last night and drove you to three orgasms so intense that they left your legs numb in their wake.
His cock fills your mouth perfectly, and it’s almost too much. You struggle for a moment to fit all of him, but then the two of you find a rhythm between you that lets you take him deep without choking.
You rock your hips against your hand in time with his thrusts, and the muscles of your forearm ache as you chase your pleasure. It feels so good that you keep forgetting to time your breathing, butfuck, you barely care. Can’t help but love the burn of it down to your lungs. The taste of him, bittersweet and tangy on your tongue, is intoxicating and you could easily get addicted to this. To the uninhibited sounds he’s making at your touch and the taste and smell of him.
You’re overwhelmed, surrounded by him, head swimming with it. Or perhaps it’s the lack of air that has reality going a bit woozy around the edges as you match each roll of his hips into your waiting mouth with a roll of yours rocking against your hand. Your world narrows down to his cock in your mouth, his voice in your ears, and the devastating ebb of pleasure pours through you, building higher with each advance and retreat.
It’s too much and just the right amount because suddenly you’re there, right on the edge. Don’t realise that you’re moaning until the sound cuts off when you shove forward, desperate to take Steven as deep as possible. You roll your hips down one last time, pressing hard against your clit, and that’s all it takes.
You come hard, white hot bliss surging through you as you convulse on the floor of an empty conference room, Steven’s cock lodged as deep in your throat as you can take him.
Dimly you hear Steven’s shocked “Oh Lord, are you—? Oh my God!” and then a broken, breathy litany of “Oh God oh God oh God,” but it hardly registers.
You hold there as long as you can, until your lungs burn and the muscles of your arm threaten to cramp and you’ve wrung every last drop out of pleasure you can out of your orgasm.
Finally, shuddering with overstimulation, you have to pull back. Pulling your slick hand out of your underclothes, you flex your aching fingers, chest heaving as you suck in a long overdue breath and then another.
“Oh God, oh God, don’t stop.” The head of Steven’s slippery, wet cock glances off your equally slick lips as his hips rise to chase your mouth, “Pleasepleaseplease– I need– Fuck. Please don’t stop.”
His cock is twitching in your hand in protest from the sudden lack of attention. The length of it is dripping from your spit, precome flowing from the fat tip as if it’s drooling, glistening under the ceiling light.
You can’t help the shudder that works its way through you when your oversensitive cunt clenches at the depraved sight.
If your goal was to make a mess of him you’ve certainly succeeded.
To buy yourself time to catch your breath, you press saliva-slick kisses along his hardened length, relishing the way Steven descends completely into incoherence.
Half sentences and broken off words, begging for your mouth. It’s a far cry from the man who was all shy nerves, and worried about people being outside not so very long ago.
And you love it. You love it all.
The sounds he’s making are intoxicating. You want desperately to hear how loud he can get, but there’s a little voice in the back of your head warning that this is not the place to let the volume become an issue.
There shouldn’t be anyone down by this hallway, but the way that Steven is carrying on, you worry the sound will carry far enough that your co-workers on the floor above, still in their offices, will be able to hear you two.
“Steven,” you murmur, pressing another kiss to the fat tip of him, “I need you to keep quiet for me.”
You tilt your head until you can sneak a glance at him. How utterly ruined he looks, chest heaving, rising and falling in tides, eyes dazed, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You can’t help but smile, fluttering your eyelashes for his attention as you lap up the precome oozing down his cock with little kitten licks, savouring the way he shivers violently below you.
You know you’re being mean. He’s so overwhelmed that he looks like he is going to jump out of his skin, but you can’t resist as you continue to tease him.
“You don’t want me to have to stop, now do you?”
He whines at that, and if you had the luxury of time and privacy, you’d scold him again, drag out your fun and tease him just a tiny bit more.
“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Steven begs so prettily, shuddering below you as he stutters out, “I—I’ll be good. Quiet, I promise. Please, please don’t stop.”
“Good,” you say, then you lean down again and take him back into your mouth.
His hand flies up to his mouth, and he clamps a wide palm over it in a desperate attempt to quiet himself. It helps some, but you can still hear the muffled groan that rumbles from somewhere deep in his chest.
Your previous established rhythm falls apart.
His hips stutter into a staccato pace as he thrusts into your mouth in a desperate attempt to get deeper. The telltale sign of his sharp jaw tensing, the small muscle there flexing. Those gorgeous doe eyes roll to the back of his head, his face awash in pleasure.
God, he’s fucking beautiful like this. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sight of him.
From the way his thighs are trembling, you know he must be teetering on the edge even before he warns you with a hoarse and broken, “Close. I—I’m close.”
You hum, and the vibration makes him hiss like you’ve burnt him. His hands come to frame your face, attempting to gently pry you off of him.
You let him pull you away just long enough to form words, hands still wrapped around him to replace the momentum with firm strokes to keep him on the edge, as he twitches and jerks in your palm.
“Do you want to come in my mouth, Steven?”
He shivers, his eyes are shut tight, and for a moment you aren’t sure if he heard you at all. But then he nods forcefully, choking out a rough, “Fuck. You can’t just– God.Yeah.Yes. Fuck. Please,” that has the tip of your ears tingling.
God, he sounds ruined.
He also soundsloud, and he isn’t stopping.
“Steven.” Your voice is flat, cutting through his desperate rambling. “Shut it.”
A strangled moan tears out of him at your command, and somehow the suppressed noises he’s making are even louder than when he was babbling.
In a sudden fit of inspiration, you shove the fingers of your other hand, still sticky with your slick into his mouth. His tongue drags against you, and he gasps around the intruding digits. At the same time, you lean down to take him as deep as he goes, swallowing down the urge to gag when he hits the back of your throat.
His body goes rigid, throwing his head back and baring his long graceful throat to you with a muffled groan. He suckles at your fingers, mouth hot against your sticky skin, and you can feel it the moment that he comes. His cock pulsing warm and thick against your tongue, as he floods your mouth, tangy and slightly bitter.
It’s quite possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced, and it makes you want to drag out that pleasure for him and ruin him even more.
You hold him in your mouth, tongue lavishing at the stiff underside of his cock, your own fingers pressing against his tongue as he writhes underneath you. You don’t let up, drawing things out until his thighs are shaking violently beneath you and you’re sure that the overstimulation must be bordering on the painful.
Only then do you pull away, sitting back to take in the sight of Steven. Rosy-flushed cheeks, and half-lidded eyes boring into you. He’s staring down at you like you’ve hung the stars and moon in the night lit sky one by one.
All of a sudden, you find yourself feeling almost shy under that loving gaze. Flustered at the adoring attention from him. You feel silly to be the object of that devotion, while you’re still on your knees, knickers and chin equally sticky, and the remnants of his come still lingering on your tongue.
You don’t know what to say or do next, but it doesn’t matter.
Before you can even try to figure it out, Steven surges forward, dropping down to his knees in front of you and closing the distance between you to crash his lips against yours. He licks into your mouth with frantic desperation, apparently uncaring that you still taste of his come.
You can taste yourself in his mouth as well, as Steven devours your mouth with a hungry fervour that you’ve come to associate with his touch.
It’s sweet; it’s depraved; it’s ravenous.
It’s all the contradictions of Steven himself wrapped into a kiss. And for better or worse, it’s something you’re not sure you can live without anymore.
Eventually he slows in his pace, until the one kiss dissolves into many, syrupy and languid in a way that makes the air around you thin. And then…
“God, I love you.” He sighs the words gently into your mouth, so blissful and contented that it takes a moment for you to realise what was said.
You stiffen in his arms as his words fully register with you. Pulling away, you draw back enough to see Steven’s face, not entirely sure if you heard him right until you see the complete adoration in his eyes.
Oh. Oh wow, he really does mean that doesn’t he?
The expression on your face must betray how stunned you are by his confession, because Steven’s brows draw together in concern and he immediately starts apologising.
“Sorry. Should I… um. Should I not have said that? Not the most romantic moment, is it? Course it’s not. Confessing after you– you–” he stutters, clearly flustered. “Well, after that.” He flinches, face flushing bright red, and mutters, “God, I sound like a right bloody wanker, don’t I?”
He’s right.
This was hardly the perfect time, or a particularly romantic one. And he does sound like a bit of a wanker.
Your eyes meet, and he flinches, eyes worried and voice hesitant, as if he did something grievously wrong to offend you.
“Did I make you uncomfortable? I did, didn’t I?” He drops his gaze, as though he thinks he’s committed some grievous wrong to offend you. “I’m sorry, we can pretend I never said it if that’s what you want.” It clearly pains him to make the suggestion, but he makes it anyway. “I don’t– I don’t want to lose you.”
That’s the thing with Steven.
He’s all in.
Whatever else he has going on, Steven’s never been half-hearted about this, about you.
He doesn’t time his moments or play tactics to win you over. Whether it’s bravery or stupidity, you can’t tell, but he’s always been open and vulnerable with his feelings, even that very first night at the restaurant, when his eyes lit up at the sight of you. They’ve always been right there on his sleeve.
And right now it’s clear to see that he’s en route to having a complete nervous breakdown if you leave him hanging any longer without an answer.
You’ve known for a while that you likedSteven, had feelings for him, and now there’s not a single doubt in your mind about how deep those feelings go.
“I love you too.”
He looks up at you timidly from underneath those thick eyelashes with shock that’s shading into careful, dawning hope. His mouth opens as if to speak, but then he hesitates for a long moment, jaw working, like he’s too scared to ask you to repeat it in case he misheard or you’re playing a practical joke on him.
“Yeah?” he asks eventually, voice whisper-soft.
You don’t answer him with words.
Instead you nod, pulling him close until you can kiss him again. Removing any lingering doubt that still might remain—for both of you. Whatever yesterday night was, you meant every one of those three little words, and want to stay to figure it out.
It’s you and Steven, red flags be damned.
Dedication and Credits
To the city of London itself, can you dedicate a city? No? I’m doing it anyway. I’m finally home after 2.5 years of being away and I miss her so. Love of my fucking life.
@thirstworldproblemss my love, my best friend, my soul twin, clown sister. Thank you for being with me literally every single day the past year and almost a half in my pocket, on good days, on bad days, and on the boring-nothing-special days. You’ve kept me going all this time, and the best part of my gloomy days would be waiting for you to wake up half across the world and start our nonsense for the day. My life is all the better because you’re in it. Thank you for keeping me intact and in one piece all this time.
@frannyzooey the kindest, most talented, and most supportive person. You are so loved and truly one of a kind. You give so much of yourself wanting nothing in return and your presence is my life is such a gift. Thank you for always being there with a kind word when I was about to blow my freaking casket in the last year and a half. For talking me down, for being a pillar of calm and reason when I felt like dousing things down with gasoline and setting it on fire. Thank you for being you, I cannot wait to spam you with a million food photos from this day on, that’s my promise to you.
@jazzelsaur for your beautiful, curly avocado toast hair that smells like delicious onions. I love you, your baby whore
@radiowallet with your brilliant big mind. For you love of the comic and nerdy. For being so absolutely fucking wonderful and supportive and kind in a word that is anything but on some days.
@the-ginger-hedge-witch this is not a dedication. This is a call out, remember when you tried to character assassinate Brendan Fraser? Pepperidge Farm remembers. P.S. I love you dearly
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader (mentions of marc)
genre: pwp, smut
word count: 1.6k
warnings: glove kink, exhibitionism (they do it on the roof but no one sees), vaginal s.ex, dirty talking, rough s.ex, reader is aware of alters and moon knight, creampie, dom!steven, sub!reader
The way the cold wind brushes the loose strands out of your face, the way it rouses goosebumps across your skin. You love the lights, they remind you of the stars but instead of the sky they decorate the very earth you walk on. You look down on the city from the rooftop, everything seems so tiny.
cw/tw: mentions of erection, explicit (18+), female reader
summary: some turn ons for some marvel men
ft. Steven Grant, Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Bucky Barnes, (request more if you would like other characters)
Steven Grant:
Wearing your hair up.
There’s something about the way your nape and collarbones are completely exposed that ignites a burn of desire deep in his stomach.
The need to press his lips and run his tongue along the bare skin chews away at his sanity. The moment you walk out of the bathroom, a cute sun dress and hair up into a French bun, clipped back with the pastel butterfly clip he got for you last week, he’s stunned.
“Babe!” You squeal the moment you feel his lips against your neck, sucking gently on the skin as his hands anchor at your hips. “You’re going to leave a mark.”
“You’re so lovely.” Steven presses a few kisses against the harsh, throbbing mark, “My pretty girl. I can’t help it.”
And as he presses his hips against your own to feel just how pretty he really thinks you are, you soon realize you’re going to miss your reservations.
Matt Murdock
After the shower
Honestly, he really doesn’t know what it is about it. With his heightened senses he could practically hear the water droplets grazing across your skin, gathering in the crevices of your collar bones and dripping to the floor.
Not to mention the smell, behind the lavender and flowers is the natural scent of you. It could be the comfort it brings or the familiarity but he’s hard before you can even step out of the shower. He waits at the edge of the bed, facing the door as it opens.
“Hi babe,” he’s still dressed in his suit, tie pulled from his collar before answering, “Hi baby.”
But before you can move another muscle, his hand finds your towel and pulls it from your body before pulling you into the bed.
Frank Castle
Wearing his clothes
Seeing you in his clothes does something to Frank. Maybe it’s because is scent is all over them or the fact that you without a doubt are completely his.
No matter the case, he always leaves a shirt or pair of pajama pants out with the hope you’ll see it and decide to throw them on.
Frank had been away for a mission for a few days. It’s normal for him to cut communication for the sake of not only the mission but the safety as you. Typically he calls you before coming home but didn’t bother.
Imagine his surprise when he walks into your shared home when you’re stirring a pot of noodles in nothing but his shirt. He leans against the door frame, admiring as the hem of the shirt rises and rises as you bend down to open the oven and peak inside.
His throat dries instantly at the realization that you’re not wearing panties. Just like that you’re wrapped in strong arms, kisses pressing against your nape as you feel the line of his erection against your lower back.
Bucky Barnes
Your lips
Bucky loves your lips. The softness and feeling he gets every time he touches them or kisses them he is filled with more love than he ever thought was possible.
But now, watching as you smile and giggle at the ladies that surround you, he wants nothing more than to take you home and smear the plum colored lipstick you just bought.
He leans against the bar, ignoring the bartender who asks if he wants a drink. All he can do is stare at you. While it did take some convincing to get him to this party, the moment he saw you and that damn lipstick he suddenly didn’t want to do anymore.
He lets out a troubled breath as you make eye contact with him from across the room, sucking in your bottom lip and winking - you were doing this on purpose.
