An Un-elfy Obsession

notes: this blog began as an Arno simp blog and a part of it will always remain just that. PROMPT: “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck."

pairing: Arno Dorian x reader

word count: 0.5k

warnings: NSFW content, smut, blindfolds, oral (fem receiving)

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No one's ever touched me like this

Pairing: Steven Grant x f!reader

Summary: You’re an Egyptologist invited to the museum to give a talk to a group of school kids, and Steven might have a bit of a crush on you.

Word count: 1850

Warnings: Donna, swearing

A/N: Before you read the fic, I want you to take a few moments to appreciate the absolute god tier pun that is the title. I came up with it at 2am and woke my cat with my laughing.

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Looking at the group of schoolchildren gathered in front of you, you were struck with a memory of being in their position: wandering the halls of the museum, gazing in utter awe at the artefacts, struggling to pronounce the names of deities and places in Egypt. That feeling of awe had never worn off as you grew up, but now the deities were as familiar to you as old friends and the places were second and third and fourth homes. Every time you arrived at a dig site, and especially when you or your team made a discovery, the little girl who’d been weirdly obsessed with mummification and scarab beetles made it known that she had never left you. 

Unpop opinion but I def got queer vibes for Javi (also me with every p character tbqh lmao) i def hc that he would be into any/all genders and absolutely spoil & dote on them equally

Huge sugar daddy vibes but only in a wholesome, genuine way, not a gross way lmao

He actually loves that you’re not all that familiar with nick cage’s work, like ooh baby he can introduce you to all of it?? Hell yes!

But also like as much as he loves to gush about everything nc anytime, all the time, he also has endless time for your interests/obsessions and always listens intently and ask all sorts of questions to keep you going. He sees your passions as his passions, our passions! Lol he’s a sap and I love him

Finally, ADHD King 👑

First: yes. 100% absolutely. Correct. He along with so many other Pedro characters gives me huge bi vibes . You are spot on

Second: yes!!!!! Honestly he wants to spoil you and make you happy and give you anything you could ever want !! The sex n shit is just a bonus

Third: YEEEEEES!!! As a Nerd™️ I fucking love it when people I’m friends with haven’t seen stuff I love. It’s like yeah hello we’re having a movie night RIGHT NOW and then the whole like. Being able to watch your favorite movie for the first time vicariously through them??? Javi would LOVE doing that with you . Yes

STEVEN - so I feel like it’s obvious that Steven calls you love, like we been knew. And it’s in such a specific way, too. When he calls you love, his voice is so soft. So loving, and gentle in his cute lil’ British accent. And so yes, love is the main thing he calls you. However, I feel like Steven is also the type of person to try out nicknames??? Like he definitely has a list of different endearments he has saved on his phone that he likes to test out randomly. Like, the two of you are out for coffee? “Here you are, lovebug.” On a museum date? “You look lovely, darling”. He’s used sugarplum, buttercup, sunshine, treasure… Any sweet and obscure nickname you can imagine, he’s probably called you (no matter where the two of you are, or what the two of you are doing *wink, wink* ). He doesn’t stick with them—as I said, love is your name—but he does like to see you blush.

MARC - now listen, Marc is the exact opposite. In the sense, that yes, he has some nicknames for you, but he doesn’t use them nearly as often as Jake or Steven. For sure, Marc uses baby, as we saw in the finale of moon knight (which is funny because I typically hate baby for a pet name, but when Marc uses it, it’s my favourite thing. Not that it’s relevant, but whatever 🤷🏼‍♀️), as well as honey. However, I believe that he generally uses these during sex. Like when he’s eating you out with your fingers carded through his curls, he’s going to say something along the lines of how good his baby tastes. Or when your legs are locked around his hips late at night as he rolls into you over and over again. He’s going to whisper, “you gonna cum, honey?”, into your ear until your shaking around him. BUT, during your non-explicit activities, I know for a fact Marc is the type of guy to just call you by your name. Your name is important to him. It’s just so mundane, so intimate and so you, that he can’t imagine himself not calling you that. Because it might just be your name, but he says it with so much love. Truly, it’s his favourite thing to call you.

👏🏻lit👏🏻er👏🏻ally👏🏻

like you’re not in pain, you just need a moment to recuperate from having your back blown out so many goddamn times.

RAYS OF GOLDEN light filter through the sheer curtains drawn around the rooftop peristyle. A gentle awakening after the early mornings and long days of reaping the summer harvest. Turning over, you glimpse your husband —the linen sheet tangled around his waist and legs, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his lips parted, still snoring softly. It’s a rare thing for you to wake before him, but you take a moment to study the sunspots on his cheeks and shoulders and the scars from the agoge and battle.

Brasidas of Sparta wakes with a soft groan, instinctually seeking you out. His arms twine around your waist, pulling you to him on the bed of linens and pillows. You smile against his neck, feeling the tickle of his dark beard on your temple as he inhales the rose scent lingering in your hair.

“Agapi mou,” he breathes, voice still tinged with sleep and rougher than normal. His fingers soothe along your spine, and the way he holds you reignites a fire from the previous evening in its wake.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader x Steven Grant x Jake Lockley

Summary: Marc teaches you a lesson about control with the help of Steven and Jake.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Rough oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v penetration, edging, overstimulation, choking, slapping, spitting, fingering, praise kink, degradation

A/N: This honestly sounded better in my head but I have post-election depression and needed a distraction so this will do LMAO

MAIN MASTERLIST

Ever since you met Marc, your life turned upside down but all in the best ways. Sometimes, quite literally too like how you were on his bed with your head dangling off from the edge while his cock slid in and out of your mouth.

With your legs spread open, you could feel the wetness that continued to gush out of your aching cunt. Each heavy drag of Marc’s cock against your tongue and throat made you embarrassingly soaked, especially with the noises that he would make.

“Stick your tongue out, baby…” Marc said breathily after pulling his cock out from your mouth.

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!Reader  Warnings: Smut [Minors DNI!], reader is being a bit of a brat [brat taming], vulgar language, biting, degrading name calling, dirty talk, oral [both receiving], spanking, loads of teasing, unprotected sex, it gets a bit sweeter at some point, over-stimulation, [I could only proof-read this once] Word Count: 6K [I have no defense] Summary: After a little mishap with your hacker project, you have to stay the night at Marc’s place for safety reasons. Things get heated and you finally decide to do something about the sexual tension between the two of you. A/N: Wrap it before you tap it! Also yes, this was inspired by for your love by Måneskin.  Enjoy :)

YOUR POV

Marc had looked through the peek hole in his door, which was why he wasn’t surprised to see you standing there as he opened it. On the contrary, he was happy to see you, but he didn’t make that too obvious. There was a nervous smile on your face and he knew instantly that you had a story to tell.

“Who did you piss off this time?” Marc raised an eyebrow and stepped back, letting you inside his apartment. Before closing the door, he looked up and down the dim hallway, making sure no one had followed you. Satisfied with the quick check, he closed the door and made sure it was locked. Better be safe than sorry. 

MoonKnight 

Marc Spector x Female Reader (Hint of Steven Grant)

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (with Marc) , angst, fluff, a little bit of a praise kink I guess? Fingering, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking?  

A/N: LOL, I got 200 notes on my last smut, at least SOME people read it. So I wrote another and after a lot of procrastinating, I have finally accomplished this. I hope this one is good if not better because I actually tried on this one, enjoy. 🥰

You have been married to Marc Spector for four years now. You both met each other shortly after your father died. It was not very long before you started to fall for him, and he fell for you. Eventually, he told you about his deal with Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. How he would have been dead if he hadn’t made that deal with him. He also eventually started to bring you along on his adventures- after you begged him to take you and snuck yourself into his battles -and you both fought well together, as a team. However, three months ago, he had disappeared from your life all of a sudden, without a last goodbye, without a warning. A normal person would think he ran away with another woman, that is, if you both were normal. No, the normal for you both is the constant threat of knowing anything can happen, almost always potentially life-threatening. So when you decide to call, after so many days and weeks of trying to contact him for what seems like the millionth time, and he picks up, you are in a state of frenzying panic. 

“Yeah?” he says calmly into the phone. 

“Oh my GOD, you’re alive.” you say relieved, laughing crazily at the thought that he’s okay.

“Yeah, I’m alright” he says almost..unbothered? No, unknowingly. 

“Ive been texting and calling for MONTHS-I thought something bad happened to you, why didn’t you give me a sign you were okay-where have you been?” you spit out quickly, the realization has set in. Your husband of four years, who had suddenly disappeared three months ago, has finally given a sign that he is alive. He is okay.

“I’m sorry..umm-I just found this phone in my flat, and I’m tryin to figure out whos it is” does he have some sort of memory loss? How could he forget me? That does NOT sound like Marc. No, this HAS to be him, he would never leave his only form of contact with me in some strangers apartment, you think to yourself. This is your husband, you know it. You can feel it. However, you are very confused.

“Wha-what is with this accent? What is happening right now?”

“I-I’m sorry, who do you think I am?” you think this has got to be some joke. Maybe a trick. 

“What do you mean WHO! What is wrong with you Marc?” you shout into the phone. 

“…What did you just call me? Why did you call me..Marc?” he answers back suspiciously. After he says this, you are suspicious of this whole phone call. The accent, the apparent unfamiliarity in his voice, you need to find him, and now that he turned his phone back on, you can finally track it. The both of you are silent on the phone when you decide it would be better to just hang up and start the process of tracking his phone. You hear him start to ask “hello?” but you hang up before he can finish. So, you start tracking his phone. After quite a few minutes, with the skills you’ve gained over the years of tracking down bad guys for a living, you find out he is in London. Two blocks away from where we used to live. 

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After you track his phone, you make your way towards his location. You are determined to find him, you’ve waited and waited for a sign that he’s okay, and now that you’ve got it, you are on a mission. All you can think about on your way is the memories you have made over the past four years. Never in your life have you felt this way for anyone the way you do for Marc. One of the memories in particular you hold onto dearly is when Marc got you a scarab necklace for your second anniversary. You both had just got back from a date, a little off from the wine you had been drinking at the fancy restaurant he treated you to. You both stumbled into the apartment while laughing.

“Wait here” he told you with a smirk, you expected something else, but what he did surprise you with was even better. 

“Close your eyes” he shouted from the bedroom, you laugh and cover your eyes. You hear his shoes hit the ground as he walks over to you. 

“Oookay, open-um” It was a necklace with a golden chain, and the scarab beetle that hung from it was blue and gold, and it was beautiful, probably expensive too. It was so special it caused tears to prick in your eyes because of the significance it had. Your father used to call you his “little scarab”, and Marc had bought it in memory of him. 

“Aaand look at the back” he says as he flips it for you to see. You lean in to read what it says, eyes glazed over from the alcohol and the tears that have threatened to spill. There are those significant words written in cursive writing. 

My little scarab. 

Maybe it was the wine, the genuine love you felt for Marc, or the heart aching feeling of missing your father so much- or maybe a bit of everything combined -but the tears were flowing. He helped you put it on as you looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he wiped them away with a loving smile. He kissed both of your cheeks, probably tasting the salty tears, before finally kissing you slowly on the lips. Passionate and loving, the only words to describe that night. 

However, your head snaps back to the memory of the last time you had seen him. He looked tired. More tired than you have ever seen him. That day, you told him you were going out to get the both of you some food, because your poor husband looked like he was at his breaking point. Khonshu is going to work him to death, you think as you walk to a local store. It probably took you about forty five minutes, between the walk there and back- and the indecisiveness at the store -but you ended up getting him his favorite sandwich, two bags of small chips, and a drink. (Also getting the same package of food for yourself.) However, upon your return, you called for his name. 

“Marc!” you announce into the apartment you shared, bags crinkling and keys jingling on your way in. No answer. You set your stuff down and head towards the bedroom. He might be sleeping. You peak your head in. The bed is made, no sign of Marc. 

“Maarc” you draw out, heading towards the bathroom, however, you stop when the door is open and the light is off. Did he leave? Where could he have possibly gone? I told him I was getting us food. You pull out your phone and try to call him. Straight to voicemail. You try to call again. Straight to voicemail. You text him. 

Marc, where are you??? I told you I was getting food, you need to be in bed. As you send this text, it doesn’t send. You have figured out that he has turned his phone off. 

Where is he? Maybe Khonshu needed him. That is probably exactly where he’s gone off to, you reassure yourself. You decided it would be better to wait it out and maybe he’ll come back, but you can’t shake the feeling something is off. Three days later, and after no text or call, you start to really panic, restless at the thought something bad happened to him. That off feeling being right. You spammed his phone like no tomorrow for hours the first week he left. Soon, your panic somehow got dimmer, as you were causing yourself so much stress to the point of exhaustion. Lack of sleep and fits of mental breakdowns set in for the first month. This was your husband, he could be dead, and the thought of losing him without closure, just like your father, tore you from the inside out. So this brings you to the present, on your way to find him. He’s not far, maybe a twenty minutes ride. But, as you are driving towards your destination, a man makes you halt your bike as he stumbles out and falls to the ground. Oh my god- it’s Marc.

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You have taken a liking to Steven. The man who fell in front of your bike was not Marc, but Steven. You’re not sure how long Marc has really had him as his companion, but he sure as hell was good at hiding him. He is a lot more honest and certainly seems a lot more caring then Marc after what he has put you through recently. On the rare occasion Marc does front, you are arguing. So, as you and Steven are traveling to Ammit’s tomb, after the absolute craziness that Steven just caused to the sky, you are talking about Marc. 

“So, how’s Marc?” you ask in a sarcastic way. 

“Oh, he’s wonderful” he says looking towards the side mirror, you have figured out that only Steven can communicate with him via a reflection, and vice-versa. 

“You know, I still don’t know why he suddenly up and left” you say looking towards Steven. He’s quiet for a minute, Marc probably saying something smart. 

“…I’m not sure” Steven says, looking at the mirror. You can feel him looking at you when he is about to say something when you suddenly push on the brakes a little bit too hard when you come across the large cavern that leads to Ammit’s tomb. You both grab your things and begin your walk. When the site comes into view, you both head for the tents for supplies. During your search, you can hear a bit of commotion coming from the tent Steven is occupying, you know they’re arguing. When you get the supplies needed for your descent into the hole to the tomb, you start to strap up the harnesses you both need to make the way down. You help him with his as he goes stiff from your touch. 

“I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this’’ he says looking up as you smile at his excitement. Your hands are around his area, so he’s trying not to look at you as you tighten his harness. 

“For the adventure, I mean” as he realizes what could be implied by what he said. You make your way up towards his face, you’re close. 

“I know” you say softly, and saying fuck it in your mind and going for a kiss. 

“-Marc said…that he left to protect you from Khonshu” he quickly says, making you stop from kissing his lips. You look at him confused. 

“He told me you were his next avatar after him” he states finally. 

“Well…I don’t need protecting, and the least he could have done was tell me, and be honest” 

“Yeah…” he says not knowing what to say. 

“But you are honest Steven, and that’s what I need, honesty”

“I’m honesty” he says almost as a question. You laugh at his awkwardness. 

“Yes, Steven, you are honesty” he then grabs your shoulders and unsurely makes his way to your lips. The kiss is slow, and it sends a shock through your body. You really are kissing Steven and not Marc. You feel like Marc is watching you, and you sort of feel guilty, so you pull away and smile at him, then turn around to hook your harness up. Meanwhile, Steven is looking at you with awe as you jump down into the abyss. You hear a commotion up on the ledge, and moments later after you marked your fathers symbol, Steven came crashing down. 

“Oh my God, Steven are you okay?” you rush over to him, he fell about 10 feet so that must have hurt. 

“…Yeah, I’m alright” he says as you help him up. 

“Marc uuh… Marc saw that” he adds slightly laughing not in humor, but worry. 

“Good” you say as you begin to walk away towards the rest of the tomb, but the curiosity of Marc makes you stop. Usually you let it go because you don’t want to get involved with Steven and Marc’s disputes, but this one is about you. So you turn back around. 

“Steven?” 

“Yeah?” he responds while taking in the architecture of the tomb. 

“What exactly did Marc do?” you ask curiously. You sort of feel bad for kissing Steven when you are still married to Marc, but what does he expect to happen? His alter is the sweeter version of him, just with the same appearance. You can’t help but feel smug at the anger you might have caused him after the amount of anger and frustration he has caused you. Marc has always been possessive of you, but not in a controlling or toxic way. More in the way that he would kill a man if he tried to hurt you, and he has proven to do so before. 

“Um- well- he punched me in the face” he says a little bit hurt. 

“Are you serious?” you’re surprised he punched basically himself in the face over a kiss. 

“Yup…and then he threw me down the hole” he states matter-a-factly. You can’t believe him, poor Steven. You see Stevens head snap to the wall beside you, there is a slight reflection so you know it’s Marc. Steven’s eyes go a bit wide when he apparent;y hears what Marc had to say, and then they go to yours. 

“What? What did he say?” you ask, with the way Steven reacted your curiosity peaked. 

“Um-I-I’m not sure if I want to repeat that” he laughs out nervously. “He was talking specifically to you” your eyes squint in confusion. 

“Just tell me Steven, obviously if it’s meant for me he wants me to hear it. 

“Uh, well-he said ‘I swear to God, when I get my hands on you, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, you’re my wife, not Stevens’” he says shyly at the dirty words coming out of his mouth. At this you can’t help the blush that comes to your cheeks because Steven had to listen to that. This is the side of Marc you have yet to mention. 

“Um…well, Marc, if you actually cared to comfort and be honest with your wife, maybe i wouldn’t be Stevens wife” Steven blushes at this and his mouth slightly goes open. You look at Steven as you see an opportunity to piss Marc off even more. So, you grab Stevens head and pull him down to your lips. This time, you make the kiss passionate and full of tongue and Steven can barely keep up. Then, you can feel the switch. He immediately takes over the kiss and launches one hand up to your neck and the other grabs your hip and harshly pushes you against the wall. He picks both of your legs up and you immediately jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he rips his lips off of yours and starts to violently suck at your neck. You moan slightly when he reaches a spot on your neck he knows you like, you can feel his smirk against your neck as he slips his hand under your shirt and grabs your breast tight in his hand. He starts to grind his hips into yours and you can feel his hard-on slightly through his jeans. You hold onto his back as he continues to work on your neck, mouth slightly open and eyes hooded because you can’t remember the last time he has touched you like this. He drops your legs back onto the ground as you watch as he lifts up your shirt enough for your bra to be exposed, and he trails open mouthed kisses down to your lower stomach. You stare as he looks up at you through hungry, lust driven eyes, he smirks against your skin when he sees how flustered you are. You grab the back of his curls when you suddenly feel him stop and his eyes widen. He jolts up and stumbles back while he looks at you. It’s Steven. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-I wasn’t doing that” He says panicked, not knowing what had just happened in those few short moments. You know Marc did that on purpose, and you know he’s thinking all smug to himself: now who’s wife are you really? 

“No” you say a little bit breathless “it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about it” 

“Okay, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, y/n” you smile at him as he makes sure you’re okay. Steven is the sweetest person, yet you can see Marc in him even though they are two very different people. 

“Really, it’s okay Steven, let’s just…continue” you say, meaning continue what you came here to do in the first place. So you both continue on, pushing the sort of awkward moment to the side. 

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It has been a week since you guys ended up saving the world from Ammit’s release that would have killed millions and successfully releasing Khonshu from being imprisoned in stone. No big deal. Marc also was finally set free from Khonshu’s deal, so you had plenty of free time with both Marc and Steven. However, tonight you and Marc have finally made it back to London, and you both are rushing back home. 

“You know, I didn’t leave you because I wanted to y/n” he says turned to you, you both hurrying hand in hand towards the apartment. You look up at him, as if asking him to go on. 

“I did it because I wanted to protect you- and I know I should’ve been honest with you -but I was also worried you would leave me if you found out about Steven” you LOVE Steven, and you would never leave Marc because of him. 

“You know I don’t need protecting, Marc” he looks back at you as you say this, both still rushing back to the apartment, in a borderline speedwalk. The both of you are a bit breathless from your chase towards the apartment. 

“Yes, you do, y/n” he says with an eyebrow raised. You can’t help but smile at him because whether you like to admit it or not, you do love that Marc would do anything to protect you. So you shut up and hurry along the busy streets of London back to technically Stevens place. And when you arrive, Marc fumbles for the keys and quickly opens the door. As soon as he opens the door he grabs you and pulls the both of you and kisses you, as you both blindly fumble to close the door. It’s dark in the apartment, other than the blue illumination of Gus’s fish tank, making you both stop to look at each other in the slight blue light. He grabs your cheek and caresses it as he looks at you from your lips back up to your eyes with a loving, but lust filled demeanor- almost a look of neediness. He begins to walk you backwards towards the bed, as his face forms a smile that you rarely got to see from him the months leading up to the disappearance. You bump into a stack of books on the floor causing you to slightly lose your balance and both of your gazes fly to the interruption. 

“Damn it Steven, do you ever clean this place up?” Marc asks jokingly into thin air as you both laugh as he pulls you into the warmth of his lips once more. Steven probably said some sarcastic response in return, but the both of you could care less. You finally reach the bed and he pushes you to sit at the very edge. He swiftly lifts his shirt and throws it somewhere, and you barely have time to view your husband’s body before he is grabbing at your shirt. You lift your arms so he could remove it for you, and as soon as the piece of clothing leaves your body, he leans down as he grabs your neck and pulls your lips to his, he really can’t get enough. Both of your hands fumble for your pants, he uses his free hand to unbutton the jeans you have on as you work them off your legs, not wanting to interrupt your lips from moving against each other. After you have managed to kick your jeans off, he grabs at one of your breasts through the padding of your bra as he applies slight pressure around your neck. You let out a slight moan, in turn causing him to run his hand that palmed at your breast down your side, and slide down your stomach. He reaches the panties that really weren’t your best pair, but not the worst he’s ever seen you in. His finger slowly teases at your folds through the fabric, causing a smirk to appear on his face through the kiss as you open your legs for him. He breaks the kiss and drops his hand on your throat down to your thigh to hold your leg open slightly to watch as he starts to circle your clit, achingly slow. You bite your bottom lip as he purposefully goes slow, causing you to inhale sharply and move your hips to get more friction on his fingers. He laughs and pulls his fingers away. 

“I told you, when I get my hands on you, I was gonna make you beg me to fuck you” he says in a low tone staring into your eyes. You whine and spread your legs wider as you lay back on the bed, trying to tease him into giving you what you want. As you do this, you watch as Marc takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, in which you can see he is fully hard for you. He puts his knee on the bed and hooks a hand underneath your body to unhook your bra. He throws the bra somewhere else in the room as he looks at your breasts lustfully. He leans down and licks at one of your hard buds as his curls fall forward tickling your chest. His eyes are hooded as he focuses on swirling it around his tongue and then swiftly taking it into his mouth as his other hand reaches up to palm the other breast. You let out a slight moan as he lightly sucks at your sensitive bud, feeling yourself get those butterflies you always do when Marc touches you. He looks up at your lust filled eyes and starts to make his way down your belly. He trails open mouthed kisses all the way down to the beginning of your panties and then takes a hard right towards your thigh. Of Course. You watch as Marc starts to kiss down towards your hips, then your thigh, and then your inner thigh. 

“Please Marc can you just stop teasing me” you whine as he continues to kiss each thigh, not making any progress towards your sopping core. He completely stops and comes back up to your face. You’re getting needier by the second. 

“Why? You need me to eat that pretty pussy of yours? Hmm? You all wet and needy for me baby?” he says in a mocking tone. You unintentionally moan when you feel his hand slide your panties over and run his middle finger along your folds as the other hand launches your leg over to have more access. 

“Yes, Marc please” you say when his fingers make it to your clit. 

“Yeah, you’re so wet for me” he smiles while making eyes at the way your lips are slightly parted, keeping your moans in just from the way he is playing with your folds. You watch as his middle finger sinks perfectly into your cunt. Your legs unconsciously spread wider for him. He looks down to watch as he fingers you, the only sound in the room is your cunt making a sloshing sound as he starts to curl his fingers up into you, so slow you could scream. You moan when he starts to go faster, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you nastily, open mouthing you as he adds a second finger with ease. 

“Mmm” you let out and break the kiss “go-go faster..” you struggle to say. He obliges and speeds up his fingers at lightning speed. Your cunt creates a loud wet sound due to your wetness dripping out at this point. You let out a stuttered moan as you grip the sheets for dear life with one hand and the other holding onto his arm that is holding him up on the bed. 

“Mhm, I can hear how wet you are. Let me hear those moans, you look so pretty with my fingers inside you” he coos out. You moan louder when his other hand reaches for your clit and rubs it in loose circles, sending shocks through your body. You feel your stomach knot as you’re coming close to your orgasm. Marc has always been able to bring you to an orgasm quickly, he knows your body too well. So he knows when you’re close. 

“You wanna cum? Beg me to let you cum” he states as both of his hands work to please you. You are unraveling and moaning at the sensations he’s bringing you and you can barely respond, so when your walls start to squeeze around his fingers as you reach the edge without a response, he rips his hands away from your pussy. He watches as you clench around nothing and you moan out in protest to the sudden loss. Your body coming back to the aching need to be touched. 

“Maaarc” you draw his name out.

“You’re not cumming unless you beg me to give you what you want” he says in a strict tone. You watch as he gets up, his boxers having a wet stain on them from precum leaking out. Marc has always loved giving you pleasure, he loves to watch you unravel and cum at his touch. But tonight, he’s getting off to hearing you beg for it after seeing you flirt with Steven. He bows his head down and lays on his stomach to come face to face with your entrance. You lift your hips for him as he begins to take your panties off, leaving you completely naked for him. He puts both of your legs on his shoulders and turns his head to the side to start his slow, sloppy kisses on your thighs. He looks up and down at you the whole time, mumbling praises as he gets closer to your wetness as you whine lowly. He reaches your entrance, and licks from where your wetness has dripped out all the way up to the hood of your clit. It sends shivers up your spine as your breath catches in your throat. You sigh loudly when his tongue starts to circle your clit. You watch as he looks up for your reactions to the pleasure he’s giving you. You moan when he sucks your clit into his mouth, in turn, he moans against you as you let out the sound he’s been craving. You grab hold of his dark brown curls into your hand and he lifts his head up a little bit to watch you squirm underneath his mouth when he begins to do figure eights on your clit. Once again, you’re getting close, and more whiny. Your legs start to shake and close around his head as he sucks on your clit while swirling his tongue around you, but he wraps his arms around your thighs even tighter and holds them open with obviously more strength then you could ever enforce. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as he is bringing you to your orgasm. 

“Marc..I’m clo-” you’re cut off by your own pleasure as you moan loudly when one of his hands snuck around and started to finger you as he was sucking on your clit. The combination makes your head spin. He begins to move both his mouth and fingers in sinc, making you throw your head back and buck your hips up into his mouth. He hums against you while looking up expectantly, but you’re too wrapped up in your pleasure to remember what he told you. Then, without warning, Marc stops. You quickly try to push his head back with a growl of frustration, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head as he comes back up to your face and kisses your neck. 

“You taste so good y/n” he groans against your neck. You let out a small moan in response and wrap your legs around his waist. He takes the hint and starts to grind his clothed cock against your needy clit.

“You want me to fuck you? Tell me y/n” he says right underneath your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

“Yes Marc…I-please fuck me I need you so bad” you moan out as he adds more pressure between your legs, his hard on pressing you just right. He groans into your ear, needing it just as much as you. He sits up to take his boxers off and you watch his muscles contort as he shuffles out of them and throws the piece of clothing elsewhere. His dick springs up directly onto his stomach with force, his tip shiny and a purple tint from the precum he’s been leaking out. He starts towards you again as you take his dick into your hand and stroke it. You watch him take his bottom lip into his mouth as you slowly go up and down, twisting your wrist at the head of his shaft. He’s looking at you with hooded eyes, his eyes are a lot darker now, filled only with lust. He grabs your free arm and pins it over your head and begins his attack on your lips. The kiss is full of tongue, as you continue to speed up on his cock. He huffs out into the kiss as you are speeding up and grabs your arm and pins it up with your other arm. You tried to flip yourself over to get on top to suck him off, but he grabs both of your wrists into one hand and with his freehand he starts to tease your folds with the tip. He breaks the kiss to look down at how his tip gets soaked with your juices. 

“I’m not letting you cum unless you beg me, understand?” he says as he looks at you and teases your clit with the head. You nod in response, but he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“-Yes, I-I understand, please Marc I need you” you whimper out to his smack. He smiles at your reaction and grabs your breast in one hand and begins to push into your soaking entrance. His mouth falls open as he sinks into you as far as he can go. You let out a drawn out moan and look down at his cock disappearing slowly, in and out of your pussy. He fills you up and stretches you out perfectly. 

“Oh you’re so wet for me” he lets out and finally looks up at you after being distracted by his slow movements into you. You groan when he suddenly pulls almost all the way out and thrusts into you a bit harder. He begins to speed up his thrusts and you throw your head back. 

“Mhm, you like that?” He watches you as you nod with your eyes squeezed shut and your lip in between your teeth. He snaps his hips into you faster and grabs your legs and pushes them upwards as the top part of your thighs almost to the mattress underneath you to get a better angle. He has fully bottomed out at this point, and you can’t contain your moans anymore. 

“Mmm yes Marc, just like that” you raise your arms above your head and hold on onto the headboard with one hand as the other arms slings over your eyes, concealing your face from him. He removes his arms from underneath your thighs and grabs your arms and puts them over his neck, then placing his hands to their original position on your thighs. 

“Don’t hide from me, let me see that pretty face” he smiles at you as he continues his pursuit at your cunt. You can only moan in response. The sound of your pussy gushing, the slapping of skin against skin, and your moans are the only things audible, and it’s absolutely sexy to Marc. Hearing you helplessly moan and whimper out at what he’s doing to you. 

“So pretty for me, such a good girl” he groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. He’s leaving marks for sure, and he’s also biting which elicits a loud groan from you when he licks and bites a spot he knows you like. After he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left on you, he lets go of your legs and flips you over and picks you up by the stomach to quickly put you in position. You immediately arch your back for him and he pushes into you once again. The both of you moan when he bottoms out the first stroke. He speeds up and grips your ass in one hand and pushes your ass down for more leverage. His other hand reaches forward to splay onto your back. You both are breaking a sweat at this point and you can’t contain yourself in this position. 

“Fuck me harder Marc,-oh my god!” you struggle to demand through your shaky voice, but he’s quick to satisfy your request as he snaps hips faster. His cock is hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel faint. He’s stretching you out so good in this position and you’re getting closer to your orgasm. He smacks your ass as he grunts and thrusts into you even faster as the noise from the skin smacking skin can be heard throughout the whole apartment- and probably the apartments up and downstairs. 

“O-oh fuck, I’m gonna-a cum” you whine out loudly as you lift your head up slightly off the bed to pear over your shoulder at Marc working behind you. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, his eyes are hooded and focused on your cunt, and he is gripping your ass to contain himself. He lets out a deep moan when you clench around him at the sight of him fucking you. Then he looks up at you and grabs the back of your neck and pushes you impossibly further into the mattress. 

“C’mon, beg me to let you cum, I know you want it so bad baby” he groans loudly, him being close as well. 

“Please let me cum Marc, I-I need it so bad..I wanna cum all over your dick” you string out in a whine, not wanting him to refuse your orgasm again. He listens and hits an angle that reaches a spot inside you that makes you scream. You are so loud for him and you start to clench around him even more as you are coming to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Cum for me” he grits through his teeth as he lands a hard smack on your ass. You can’t contain it after he’s given you the words, and you release on his cock, screaming out strings of curses as he continues to rock you through your high, continually clenching around him as he continues his thrusts into you, chasing his own high. Your legs are weak and you’re struggling to stay up on your knees for him, so he grabs the front of your thighs to hold you in place as you feel his dick pulsate inside you. 

“Mm-mm-mm cu-um for me Marc” you moan out as you’re bouncing from the force he’s thrusting into you. You look behind you again and clench as you watch him moan loudly and squeeze his eyes shut and furrow his eyebrows. You feel him halt and twitch inside you and you can feel his cum shoot deep up into you as he falls slightly forward. His mouth hangs open, and when he pulls out, he watches as his cum mixed with your wetness spills out. He pushes his fingers into you to keep it from dripping out, he’s always done that after you both had had sex. You plop over on your side with a loud sigh and he lays down next to you. The both of you catching your breaths from your high. You look into your husband’s eyes and smile, lifting your hand to caress his face, a few strands of his hair sticking to the sides of his face and forehead from sweating. He looks up at you and puts his hand over top of yours and rubs your hand gently. 

“You know I’ve missed you, y/n Spector “ he states in a loving tone, smiling at the use of his last name combined with your first name, even though you’ve been married for four years now. Hearing your name with his never fails to make him smile. 

“And I’ve missed you too, Marc Spector” you laugh and he pulls you onto his chest, slightly chuckling at the fact that you have missed him just as much as he’s missed you. 

“I’ll never leave you again, I promise” he whispers as he rubs up and down your back soothingly and leans down to place a long kiss on your forehead, the both of you succumbing to sleep. 

“You promise promise?” you ask, looking up at him smiling. 

“I promise promise” he laughs, causing you to giggle at the childish words. 

Pairing: Steven Grant x reader, slight Marc Spector x reader

Request from anon: Make steven grant cry please while being pegged. :) oh and Marc watching and getting jealous 😁

Warning: E. sub!Steven, pegging, crying during sex, slight exhibitionism, slight humiliation.

a/n: dont mind if i add five kinks to your req

No one prepared you for how much travel was involved with being a hero.  Dating a hero and well… that number went up.  But, then again, no one was ever really prepared for that kind of thing, right?  If there was a crash course in being a superhero, how would anyone have that key, pivotal moment where you finally understand what it takes to be a hero?

Hero logistics aside, the travel specifically was entirely misleading.  

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: Inside an ancient Egyptian tomb, Steven finds his courage.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: slight spoilers for episode 4! Steven being an adorable egyptology nerd <3

The tomb of Ammit, sealed for thousands of years and filled only by things with no pulse, smelled exactly how you might expect it to. The strong odour, which Steven had fondly labelled an ‘aroma of death’ was so horrendously overpowering you could taste it in the back of your throat.

Yet the horrid smell and clouds of thick dust accompanied by the general peril your current surroundings caused you to feel proved to not be enough to dampen Steven’s excitement.

“Oh, this- this is amazing.” His voice wavered with unbridled joy as his eyes fell on the decorated walls of the tomb. You were sure they had once been coloured brilliant golds and blues yet had been peeled away by the wilful hand of time.

“These paintings would have taken weeks, months maybe!“ See these, just here?” His fingers graced the depiction near the top of the wall. “These are high priests. Egyptians believed that their paintings would come to life once the tomb was sealed and help guide the dead to the afterlife. So whoever’s buried here–” He motioned around the room, illustrating the fact that not a single wall was devoid of paint. “-one important bloke.”