Summary: Â You have selective female orgasm dysfunction which has caused strain in all of your past and current relationships. Believing you are unworthy of such pleasures you only further fall into your insecurities. Until one fateful night when a late night bus ride places you in the path of Steven Grant.
Warnings: 18+/ minors dni, reader self esteem issues, poor body image, smut, handjobs, oral sex, p in v sex, Â Situational anorgasmia, Â Somnophilia (consensual). Possible more to be added will place warnings on top of each chapter.
I am having extreme doubts about part 3. I am not liking how it is reading. I know I had previously mentioned I was trying to update today but I donât feel confident in the chapter as it is. I feel bad because I personally knows how it feels to be waiting for an update but I hope you all understand. Ill try my best to get the chapter up as soon as possible for you all.
Summary:  Your boyfriend had promised a cozy Sunday night in. You were finally going to tell him the truth about your dysfunction, and yet you find yourself being dragged to the pub instead. After your boyfriend rudely embarrasses you in front of his friends you find yourself taking the last bus home with a sleepy Steven Grant.
Warnings: None, I think this is a tame chapter. A swear word here and there. Nothing big except for a jerk boyfriend.
A/N: Thank you all for liking the first part. I absolutely loved writing Stevenâs introduction to this story. Next part will possibly be from Stevenâs perspective. I unfortunately have not finished writing it though so there may be a longer wait time for the next part. Once again I promise I proofread this around five times but mistakes will probably still be there. I am sorry and I hope you like part two. Feedback is much appreciated and happy reading.
 You decide to wait on the inevitable talk till a week later. Why ruin a good anniversary week you convince yourself, but in reality you were just scared. In all honesty whenever you have this conversation you never intend it to be a break up talk. Some part of you wishes they would stay and work whatever this was out together. They would always take the out though. Always wishing me well and mentioning I work on myself first before committing to a relationship.Â
   Instead of the intimate night he had promised you, the following Sunday you found yourself sitting around a crowded pub. Your boyfriend reassures you that this wonât be long, and a night in will still happen just later than expected.
It was honestly my favorite part of this chapter. Originally it wasn't going to make it in because I wasn't sure how others would react to it. I'm glad you loved it though. Thanks for reading!
Please note that it wasn't "quickly", we've been protesting for reproductive rights since decades ago. It took us a lot of work, sweat blood and tears to be where we are today.
A year and a half ago you would be persecuted if you got an abortion outside the few states that had decriminalized it. The cheapest, most available alternatives are: tĂŠ de ruda (a plant that causes irritation to the gastric membrane and to the kidneys and a risky drug that can cause hemorrhages.
The protest shown here (8 de Marzo 2021) wasn't just to fight for our reproductive rights, but to protest the femicide epidemic here (11 women a day on average) and the sexist society this country has mantained for centuries.
Summary: You and Marc are both Khonshuâs avatars.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: sexual tension đ, an angry Marc đ, mentions of blood from a wound, slight fingering, unprotected p in v
A/N: Iâm obviously having writer zoomies because of Moon Knight đŹ
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âWe agreed to wait it out, we had a fucking plan, Marc!â
Marc ignored your rants as he walked into the safe house, stopping in the middle of the living room to compose himself.
You grabbed his arm and harshly pulled him to turn to you, âYou ruined everything! If you followed what we were supposed to do, we would have Ammitâs ushabti in our hands by now!â
Marc bitterly chuckled, âWe were supposed to do? We? I never agreed to it, that was your plan! You should have left me alone to do the job but then you had to interfere! Now, the ushabti is with Harrow and god knows where they went!â He said, running a hand through his hair out of frustration.
You scoffed and pointed at yourself, âI interfered? Thank fuck I did because we would have died if I didnât help you out in there!â
Marc grunted, âI donât need your help. I never needed it and I never will.â He said as he towered over you.
You remained in your stance, unflinching despite the anger that was evident in Marcâs eyes. You matched his gaze, âThe only reason Iâm here is because you are useless.â
When Khonshu chose you to become his avatar, you thought that you finally found your purpose. Everything was smooth-sailing and you always succeeded in every mission he sent you out to embark on. But then you discovered you werenât the only one.
Khonshu had chosen two avatars.
Marcâs jaw clenched as he looked down at you, obviously ticked by what you had said, his nostril flaring from each exhale. A smirk tugged at your lips, good that he was affected by it. He needed to be humbled anyways.
A low chuckle echoed in the air followed by Khonshuâs response.
She isnât wrong, Marc.
You frowned and turned around to look at Khonshu who appeared at the doorway to one of the rooms, âYou think this is funny? May I remind you that youâre just as fucking useless without the both of us.â You pointed at Khonshu.
Marc snickered, âI meanâŚshe isnât wrong, Khonshu.â He mocked.
You quickly turned to face Marc again, âIâm not done with you. Iâm not done with the both of you.â You said and glanced at Khonshu.
âYou only made me your avatar to clean up this idiotâs mess. And you never even told me about it!â You complained to Khonshu.
Marc interrupted and stepped in between you and Khonshu, âHe never told me about you as well!â
âI was doing so well on my own!â You huffed out, clearly exhausted from the whole avatar situation, âI was good. Great, even. And then I found out about you and initially, I thought weâll work things out. But your ego is so fucking huge it trapped me!â You said.
Marc shook his head, âIâm not the only one with a huge ego here.â
You have a bigger ego, Marc.
You groaned, âStop interfering, Khonshu.â You warned.
âNo, Marc. Youâre not the only one and thatâs the problem. Working with you is already such a difficult task but then you had to bring in Steven and that makes three of us.â You pointed out, placing your hands on your hips.
Marc rolled his eyes, walking away from you, âYeah, thank you for pointing out the obvious.â
Are we done here?
âYes, in fact, I am very done babysitting his ass.â You said, letting out a sharp exhale before gathering your things.
Marc merely snickered, âOf course youâd quit because if thereâs someone who needs to be humbled down, itâs you. Youâre fucking selfish, youâre a brat who canât accept defeat. You always boss people around and you think youâre better than everyone but guess what? Youâre just as useless because if it wasnât for me fucking up, you wouldnât be here.â He said.
Your blood boiled but even before you could spit out a rebuttal, Marc was quick to shut you up with another truth bomb.
âIf you think that quitting would make you the bigger person, it wonât. It only proves that youâre a coward because youâre afraid of being accountable for your actions. Youâre not as great as you think you are, youâre bound to make mistakes. But if you canât be mature enough to accept that fact and actually work this out with me, then go.â Marc encouraged you.
âYouâre a strong, independent woman, right? Youâre so used to being alone, hell, youâre great at being alone so Iâm sure it wouldnât be a problem if you went your own way.â
You hated Marc even more now, not because he seemed to have the upper hand in the argument but because he was right. Everything he said about you was right.
When you found out about sharing the mantle with someone else, you were intimidated. Prior to becoming Khonshuâs avatar, you felt like you were behind everyone else and that you were useless. And when you were chosen, you finally felt like you were great at something.
Marc came back and all your plans and ideas were pushed aside, you tried to lead but Marc knew better. He always did and you hated it, so you compromised and acted tough. You tried to become a leader, tried to assert authority but the more you did, the more you were prone to slipping up.
It wasnât Marcâs entire fault that the mission failed, he was clear when he said that your plan was suicide. You didnât listen and in an attempt to prove him wrong, you interfered and well, the ushabti fell at the wrong hands.
âIâm not a coward.â Your voice was soft, a contrast to how hard you were clenching your fists.
Marc scoffed, âYou are.â He stated with a smug smirk on his face.
âWhat are you still doing here? I thought you were done with this life? Go. Nobody cares, not even Khonshu.â He said, motioning towards the empty doorway where the god used to be.
Fucking Khonshu really left in the middle of an argument.
âYouâre an ass.â You said, âIâm not a coward, Marc. Iâm not.â You pressed.
âWhat? Canât leave? Let me guess, because youâre lonely? You donât have anyone to go back toââ
âShut up!â You screamed and charged towards Marc, pushing him on his chest hard.
Marc hissed in pain, folding down while wrapping an arm around his abdomen. You rolled your eyes at his reaction, thinking that he might be making fun of the way you pushed him. However, you noticed the blood seeping through the fabric of Marcâs shirt.
You rushed over to him worriedly, helping him straighten up. He removed the arm around his abdomen and you gasped at the amount of blood soaking his hand.
âTake off your shirt and let me see.â You demanded.
Marc was pale, as if all his blood were drained out of his body. Despite the visible pain on his face, he managed to let out a scoff, âTrying to get me naked?â He breathed out.
You ignored his playful remark and helped him sit on the sofa. Marc grunted again as he buttoned his shirt all the way down, opening it up and revealing a long gash right across his abdomen.
âShit, they got to you.â You mumbled before glancing up at Marc and seeing him slowly become aware of the gravity of the wound.
âI told you to keep the ceremonial suit on the entire time.â You reprimanded, âStay there.â You huffed and quickly went to get the first aid kit.
When you returned, Marc was already laying on the couch shirtless. His entire body was glistening with sweat, his lips bluish in color and eyes sunken.
You quickly sat next to him and looked at the wound closely, âSeems like a serrated blade, not deep enough to need stitches though.â You said and brought out a bunch of cotton before wiping the blood off of his skin.
You took another clean cotton and poured an antiseptic on it, looking up at Marc to warn him, âThis is gonna sting.â
Marc chuckled, âYou donât say.â He gruffly replied.
Annoyed at his sarcasm, you pressed down the cotton with no prior warning. Marc almost sat up from the stinging pain that enveloped his entire body. He hissed and grabbed at your arm tightly as he gritted his teeth.
âNot so tough now, arenât we?â You quipped, ignoring how Marc was gripping your arm as he struggled to stay still.
You didnât give him time to breathe and continued to clean his wound, almost smirking in satisfaction from seeing him like this.
âGive me a break, will you?â Marc groaned, his chest heaving as he took in deep and quick breaths.
Finally, you felt some pity and slowed down as you continued to patch him up. You gave him a heads up that youâll be applying some ointment next and that it probably wonât hurt as much as before.
Your eyes were fixated on his wound as you worked on it, however, you couldnât stop yourself from observing how his abdomen was contracting every once in a while, emphasizing his muscles.
You swallowed and ignored the heat creeping up from your neck to your cheeks.
âIâm sorry.â Marc mumbled softly.
Surprised at his apology, you looked up at him and felt a dash of relief when you noticed how his skin was gaining back some color.
âFor what?â You said, feigning cluelessness.
You straightened up and gathered some gauze and medical tape, âI need to bandage you. Can you sit up a bit?â You asked.
Too focused on fixing the bandages, you didnât notice that Marc had sat up straight, slightly leaning back on his palms for support. You lifted your head up and almost gasped at the close proximity of his face with yours.
âI didnât mean to say those words.â Marc whispered.
You kept your head low and ignored how your heart began pounding against your chest when you felt Marcâs nose slightly brush against your forehead.
âYou were right though.â You admitted, leaning closer to Marc as you started wrapping his torso with the bandage.
âBeing an avatar made me feel like I was finally good at something. I was scared of being a nobody again when you came back. I should be the one apologizing. We both have our own battles to fight, I shouldâve kept that in mind. Iâm sorry.â You softly explained, continuing with the bandage.
Marc took in a sharp breath and let out a soft groan when you slightly tightened the bandages around his waist, âSorry, is it too tight?â You asked.
You looked up at Marc and was met with his beautiful dark eyes. He shook his head, maintaining eye contact while slightly inching towards you until you could feel his breath fanning against your face.
âNo, Iâm good.â He responded.
You nodded and pursed your lips as you finished up, securing the bandage on his waist. Unconsciously, you rested your hand on top of Marcâs chest. His heart was pounding fast, almost at the same rate as yours.
âThank you.â Marc said as he reached for your hand on his chest, holding your wrist gently.
You took in a deep breath before meeting his gaze again. It was quiet for a couple of seconds, the anger and worry now gone and replaced by something else.
Something stronger, something thatâs always been there between you and Marc but never was acknowledged.
It was when you saw Marcâs eyes drop down to your lips that the invisible tension broke. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss that made you moan into his mouth.
You gripped his thighs tightly as you kissed him back, parting your mouth to accommodate his tongue. Marcâs hand on your neck slid down to cup your breast through your clothing, squeezing it while his other hand began to work on your pants.
Marc forgot about his wound and moved too roughly, making him hiss and cry out in pain. You pulled away from the kiss and worriedly checked his wound.
âI donât think nowâs the right time for this.â You lightly chuckled.
Marc merely smiled before leaning in for another kiss, his hand continuing to open up your pants but now slower and even more careful than before.
He licked your lower lip before nudging the tip of your nose with his, âLet me taste you.â He whispered, licking his fingers before slipping his hand inside your underwear without breaking eye contact.
Your eyelids fluttered at the first sensation of Marcâs fingers against your folds. Hips slightly lifting up from the couch, you let out a soft moan as Marc continued to rub your aching cunt.
He removed his hand and sucked on his fingers, closing his eyes as he hummed at your taste. Marc kissed you again and removed your top, followed by your pants until you were left in just your underwear.
âYouâre gonna fuck up your wound.â You said as Marc guided you to straddle his hips before he laid down on the couch.
Marc gripped your neck and slowly pulled you down to him, pressing your forehead against his, âThen you can patch me up and we can do this all over again.â He said with a cheeky grin, reaching behind you to pull his cock out of the confines of his pants.
You kissed him again and breathed out when you felt Marc tease your pussy with his hard cock, rubbing the tip up and down your slit. He left you quite breathless as he continued to tease you, sliding in just the tip enough to gather more wetness before spreading it along your folds again.
âMarc, pleaseâŚâ you pleaded, your need to get filled up growing stronger and stronger.
âItâs okay, I got you.â He said into your mouth before finally sliding his cock in, slowly but surely.
You let out a shaky breath as you started moving, keeping your pace slow, making sure that Marc wouldnât exert any force that would affect his wound.
Marc kept his hands on your hips, sliding lower to cup your ass as you rode his cock gently. No matter how much he wanted to thrust into you faster, he couldnât due to his situation.
He allowed you to take full control, letting you move at your own speed while pressing kisses all over your face and neck.
Your breaths mingled, your sweat dripping all over Marc from the humidity. Marc kissed your chin and looked at you, his mouth agape as he let out grunt after grunt.
âGod, fuck. You feel so goodâŚâ he said.
You whined and nuzzled your face into the crook of his shoulder, licking the sweat on his skin. Even with the slow, steady pace of Marcâs cocking sliding in and out of your pussy, you could feel the onset of a powerful release.
Both your arms and thighs were burning from keeping your full weight from laying on Marc but you kept on moving your hips, holding back from going faster.
âGo on, ride me faster.â He said against your lips.
âYour woundââ
âTrust me, Iâll be fine.â He said confidently, slightly thrusting into you to urge you.
That one particular thrust hit your sweet spot and broke all your inhibitions, making your bounce on Marcâs harder and faster until your toes curled from the pleasure.
Marc squeezed your ass before spreading your cheeks wider, letting your cunt feel the stretch of his dick even more. You panted against his mouth and lifted your body up, planting your hands on his chest as leverage.
Marcâs breathy groans helped you reach your peak, pushing you over the edge until you came with a shaky moan. Your entire body continued to buzz with pleasure as you continued to ride him until he choked on his words, spilling his release inside of your cunt.
You bent forward and opened your eyes, seeing Marc look up at you with a satisfied smile. Leaning forward, you gave him one last kiss before carefully getting off, slightly whimpering at the way his softening cock slipped out of your pussy, leaving you feeling empty.
The both of you quickly dressed up and after checking on Marcâs wound to see that it didnât bleed nor worsened, you heaved out a sigh of relief.
A comfortable silence followed while the both of you settled down. You started organizing the first aid kit while Marc stayed on the couch and watched you move around with a silly smile on his face.
A familiar hum resounded in the place, followed by someone clearing his throat. Khonshu was back.
Can we now plan on how to get Ammitâs ushabti back or am I interrupting?
The tension! I could literally feel the tension when they were getting into the yelling match. The way you didnt even have to write it but you knew the whole time while cleaning the wound he was probably looking at you. All of it leading up to the pent up emotions. Loved it so much. The way you wrote this was absolutely amazing! But the ending with konshu I died!
ppl hyping up black girls in media means nothing if they don't actually.... you know..... support the everyday black women around them. i say this all the time but a lot of ppl's activism begins nd ends at the media they consume. redesigning sakura to be a black girl or giffing chloe x halle or going crazy over the black idol in black swan actually means nothing if you don't give a fuck about the average black girl that isn't model sized or dressing sexy like saweetie or megan thee stallion. bc i see a lot of y'all obsessing over the image of black women so you can pat yourself on the back but ignore every other black woman that's not oiled up nd contoured
