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Steven Grant ( + Marc Spector) x F! Reader.
Part 2 of Already Over.
Tags & warnings. Angst, like, just angst. Steven hurts his hand at the beggining so there's blood involved, Marc is kind of a... jerk.
Word count. 3.8k
Summary.
What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, It's all fun and games 'til you don't wanna play now. Run away, run away, run away, It's easy to say but it's harder to say now. You're onto something else, I'm a picture left on your shelf. The dream's a lie I tell myself Feel like I'm sleepwalking when you're gone.
Summary: Steven asks you out, Marc falls in love.
"“Cheers,” Steven chirps quietly, ignoring Marc. He knows he has a goofy smile on his face, he knows that he’s just staring at you.
But you’re smiling back and Marc is strangely quiet now, a glow of happiness lingers there. Steven has a suspicion that he’s happy too, basking in the fact that you said yes."
Pairings: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader
Series warnings: mostly fluff, angst, pining, canon-typical violence, threats of violence, angst mostly from Marc because he’s just like that, Jake Lockley really likes the word fuck, minor mention of depression
Series status: COMPLETE - the main story is complete and any added parts will be bonus content
Main Series
The Moonbeam additions - every first time is different.
Bonus chapters
Gus the Second - You and Steven name the fish, Marc absolutely hates it. (this takes place between Over the moon and Three Moons)
Alleyway Cats - You and Jake take care of the alleyway cats. (this takes place after Three Moons)
Summary: You have a dilemma. You don’t want to sell the man any more fish. But you do want him to keep coming back to your shop 👀
Word count: short and sweet, a very quick one
Genre: meet-cute (or should that be a meet-cranky?), blurb, silly and fun
Warnings: dead fish, murder mentions, bit of sexism, way fluffier than it sounds. Not proofed.
Author’s note: can’t stop, send help 🥴
GIF: @anhandfulgirl18
“Murderer!” you yell abruptly, in the direction of your shop’s most recently arrived patron.
Your loud, rather alarming accusation causes the other customers - dotted about the aisles - to turn towards you aghast. However, once they realise nothing bad is actually happening, they all too quickly resume their business. At least, mostly they do. The woman in the yellow dungarees is still having a good neb, from over the top of the stacks of kitty litter.
The bleary-eyed American -the current bane of your entire existence - whips his head toward you a little too quickly; which is almost an admission of guilt in itself really, when you think about it. He even begins to raise his palms a little in surrender as you storm determinedly towards him, his gaze evasive and body primed as though he’s preparing to fight or flee.
“Don’t think I can’t see you, eyeballing your next victim!” You stab your pointer finger angrily in the direction of the tanks, and he shrinks almost imperceptibly back from the force of your ire, making himself physically smaller. “If you think for a second that I’m selling you any more fish… I swear to God.”
“Uh. Excuse me?” he says indignantly, blinking his bleary eyes as though he’s just woken up. Perhaps that’s why he’s managing to sound cool as a cucumber in the face of your rather bold intervention; the coffee hasn’t kicked in yet. Meanwhile, his face (absurdly handsome, how dare he?) is the picture of innocence, but you don’t buy that for a second. What’s more, as your eyes needle him, he very deliberately slathers on a liberal coating of charm too, which you wholly refuse to fall for.
Oh, this is just typical him, isn’t it?
Such an arsehole.
You look the man up and down, having the cheek to stand there all smug with his rolled-up utility shirt sleeves and combat boots and waterproof watch - like he’s just stepped out of the pages of some outdoor sports catalogue.
It annoys you. Everything about this man annoys you, from his ridiculously perfect hair to his penchant for fish murder. The latter in particular.
Close up:
steven grant x female!reader
wc: 4.6k
warnings: mutual pining, steven is a shy babygirl, marc playing wingman (but he's kinda terrible at it cause he's also falling in love), no jake (the crowd is booing), no khonshu, steven still works at the museum, post mk s1, no use of y/n
an: rewatched the whole of mk last night and needed to write about my dearest stevie, would love to plan out some future chaps if you guys want :)) pls comment i'd love to hear what y'all think and don't forget to repost to support your fav writers
summary: Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.
AO3 Link - Pride Event Fic 🏳️🌈 - Event host: @flightlessangelwings
— ˚₊‧⁺˖ SPIDER-MAN ≠ CAT-MAN.
fandom. marvel
pairings. miguel o'hara x civilain gn!reader
content warnings. sfw, sleeping/napping/cuddling with miguel, miguel purrs because he's literally half spider, not edited/proofread
word count. 0.6k
notes. so, i've read a spider-man fic some time ago, where it was mentioned that peter could purr. and then i googled and would you look at that, some spiders can actually purr. this is the end result of my research
can i plllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaase have a bubbly reader offering miguel a hug (as a joke bc hes grumpy) and he says no at first but later on when hes rlly upset abt whatever he puts his pride in his pocket and asks for one??? i know tht man is touchstarved a good hug might fix him
wait shut up. this is adorable :((
✫ ;: .. A HUG? / miguel o’hara
fluff; that’s literally it; maybe a bit of angst??
“And why are you so grumpy?” You slid across the bench, as Miguel sat, minding his own business and eating. He doesn’t spare you a glance as you just rested your hands on your elbows, tilting your head with a smile.
“What is she doing?” Gwen asks, from her farther seat, next to Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, and (occasionally) Peter. They are all staring at you and your bubbly nature.
Wrong Meows
- Gojo x Reader x Geto
Genre - Angst, Hurt/No comfort, Exes, No-Curses AU
Note - I personally think in a world without curses and it’s looming threats, Geto & Gojo would be more open (in many senses/aspects). I’d also like to think that you complete them. IMO they’re both individuals with a strong sense of independence and freedom, but their communication could be better and sometimes they need to be grounded. I think you bring that to the table and it makes everything work so smoothly that the three of you can’t be anything but soulmates. At least, that’s what STSG believed. It’s what they still believe, even after you left them.
KISS AND CRÊPE UP
feat. gojo satoru x reader
tags: established relationship, fluff, gojo being annoying but the ultimate pooks, got a bit suggestive at the end lol sawry..
had to repost because i needed to re-edit it; n e way enjoy( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫
Gojo leans to take a bite of your food after you offer him some and he just winds up taking the biggest, most disrespectful bite known to man.
So much so that his lips brush up against the tips of your fingers, which hold the crêpe you originally bore out for him— with the intention that he'd take a normal bite. You're left there to watch him chew in silence, his cheeks puffed out as he swallows your meal with a satisfied hum.
It's comical, really. You've only had about 3, maybe 4, bites of food before the pressure of your boyfriend's heated glare stare on your plate willed you into sharing a taste with him.
A. Taste.
Now all you have is a few crumbs and a streak of vanilla ice cream dripping down your fingers left to your name.
мιgυel o'нara х reader
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warnιngѕ ➞︎ none
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The evening air was so dry in the summer, and the silence that invited itself into the coffee room buried deep in your skin. The tiles felt cold under your slippers, the setting sun stealing the heat and light from every inch of the room.
You let out a harsh breath, pouring the deep brown liquid into the two cups, staining the white glass with caffeine and steam.
You, Jess, and Peter B had made an agreement since your involvement in the Spider Society had started.
Miguel’s workaholism caused long periods of time, sometimes days, where he wouldn’t even leave his lair, chest deep in his own mind and perfectionism. You all initially believed that his inhumane attributes gave him the stamina to last weeks without rest, but after catching him in deep sleep on his own computer, you realized the goliath wasn’t, in fact, invincible.
So, like any good friends (although Miguel never really used those terms), you took shifts bringing him coffee. With the mugs, Peter and Mayday brought him laughter (all of which was their own, but there wasn’t an indication he didn’t appreciate it), Jess brought him a tough love and a listening ear that fueled his work and you…
Well you weren’t sure what you offered.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader
Summary: The dangers of dating a man with superhuman stamina is that it's going to leave you sore.
Content: Miguel is a demanding menace. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasm. Squirting.
Word Count: 1.4k
Sexual themes
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader
Summary: You find yourself in a compromising position on your knees when you help stitch up Miguel's wounds.
Content: Blowjob, riding cock, overstimulation, fangs and claws. Miguel kind of likes his horniness with a little bit of pain? Just a smidge.
Word Count: 3.3k
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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader
Word Count: 3k
Description: After being snagged from your own universe and put to work in the med bay in the midst of spider society, you catch the notice of one Miguel O’Hara.
Warnings: blood, probably language, ignoring the ATSV worldbuilding for the sake of my silly little plot
A/N: Are there plot holes? Yes. Do I care? Yes, so please don’t bring them up, I might cry. There’s an occasional Spanish interjection from Miguel, but I am not at all a fluent Spanish speaker, so feel free to correct me on anything if so inclined! Translations are at the end. Also, it includes a roundabout ode to my dearest love, Oscar Isaac. If you know, you know.
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Not every anomaly was kept in a cage. Some, like yourself, had made use of your idle hands, hands that for one reason or another, could never again touch your own universe. It had taken some convincing, but after Lyla had heard enough of your requests from the neon red confines of your prison and carried them to whatever faceless spider person led this operation, you’d been let out. Your cage hadn’t disappeared per se, but it had widened a little. If your return to your own reality would cause its inevitable collapse—as you had repeatedly assured it would—then this was more than you could ask.
heed the warnings; fem reader, consumption of blood, smut, unprotected sex, breeding, vaginal sex, fingering (fem!recieving), kinda dubcon bite, a hint of degradation
vampire!sukuna is not one to mix up hunger with lust, but when he feasts on your blood, the unthinkable happens, and he realises that there’s something new at play in his mind.
after a year of dating your vampire lover, you’re finally allowing him to have a taste of you. sukuna pins you to the bed gently, keeping your wrists down against the soft mattress, making sure that you’re completely at his mercy.
he smiles down at you - reading into your nervous expression and thinking about how cute you look when you try to appear unphased, unbothered.
“go on already. let’s get it over and done with,” you pout, knowing that he’s teasing you internally, despite having said nothing.
“no need to be so impatient. i like taking things slow, when it comes to handling you,” sukuna responds, smoothing a thumb over your cheek.
