Pairing: Charles Xavier x Reader (Gender of reader not specified.)
Summary: You wake up feeling mischievous so you plan some stuff out of the mansion..
Content/Warnings: Fluff, suggestive themes towards the end.
Words: 562
Extra: @groovy-lady requested this! :)
You sneak around the office of the professor. Making sure you don’t get seen. You cross your fingers and hope that Charles doesn’t hear your thoughts or anything. Gosh that would be stupid, and creepy! You pass the office, and quickly but quietly go outside. Next; the basketball field.
You see, you were feeling a bit mischievous today. Okay that might be an understatement. You were feeling really mischievous when you woke up. You just stepped out of your bed this morning, and suddenly a big great evil plan came flying into your head.
What if I did some goofy shenanigans around the mansion..?
And so your plan began. First you would just have breakfast with all the other professors. Then, after everyone leaves you start at the dining room and afterwards the kitchen.
So after breakfast you still sit down at the table and you get a few glances and even a little ‘Are you okay?’ from Charles. It’s adorable… Anyways, you say that you’re just having a late start and need some more alone time. So luckily everyone left after that. Before long you start doing your stuff.
Your mutation is levitation, so naturally that was the main inspiration of your shenanigans. You start with levitating the chairs just so that you couldn’t sit on them. You made sure that it was also not accessible from on the tables. The tables you didn’t levitate, just to increase the irritation when people would try to eat.
Well, so it went on. You did the entire mansion and nobody suspected a thing. Yet…
You quickly make the basketball fly in the sky so nobody could play with it, and you do some other crazy stuff in the garden.
You walk inside with a smug grin, feeling proud of the mischievous things you had done today. Untill-
“Y/N..?!!” You hear an angry voice say, and the owner of that voice is of course..
“Charles!” You laugh nervously.. Charles quickly wheeled over to you.
“What have you done? I’m getting reports that people can’t go to the toilet anymore because the water in it is flying ABOVE the toilet..” You get a stern glare.
“Well, it’s kinda funny right?” You laugh. But still get a really mad stare. “Uh, well you see. I woke up this morning and a mischievous ghost said to me that his army would be going to do some crazy stuff around the mansion, heh..” You smile awkwardly, obviously lying.
“So everything that levitates.” he coughs fakely. “Are ghosts of a ghost army..?” You can feel like he tries not to laugh at your little excuse.
You burst into laughter. “WHAHAHAH, Oh I wish I could see everyone's faces upon seeing random stuff flying around the mansion! HAH.” The professor smiles at your laughter but still says,
“Clean up your mess today and you still get a cuddle tonight in our bed. Otherwise you will sleep on levitating toilet water!” Charles says jokingly.
“Alright alright! I’m cleaning it all up!” You say between your laughter. Planning on just leaving one thing flying. In his office of course..
You know I can read minds darling.. You hear in your head while you walk away. You turn your head around and see Charles with two fingers on his temple, smirking.
You will get punished if that thought becomes reality Y/N..
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A/N:
I hope this is a bit what you imagined groovy-lady! Please make sure to like comment/reblog if you liked this story. I might write a part 2, I have a lot to write though.. But if it's requested..? Follow me if you want cookies.
warnings: implied smut, angst, mentions of stalking, everyone just being a mess, especially marc, obsessive behavior
summary: Your relationship with Steven is constantly strained by the presence of Marc's disdain for you.
author’s note: I tried to be careful to be conscious of the presence of DID on this property, but if I wrote anything that is offensive or ignorant, please please please let me know.
The restaurant’s staff did a poor job at masking that they were sending you looks of pity every so often. Much like you, they were wondering when you were going to give up and shamefully admit that you had been stood up. You twiddled with your freshly polished fingers and checked your phone often as you nibbled on cold appetizers. It kept you busy since you had already tried calling thirteen times. Yet, it took the tenth couple eyeing you with concern on their way out for the embarrassment to finally make a bed under your skin. You ordered the first thing you could pronounce, and afterward, left the restaurant gripping your to-go plate as you looked at your phone one last time.
This experience wasn’t new, but you were already tired of having to find a restaurant that hadn’t seen what you looked like when you were in denial. It’s not like Steven didn’t want to come. It was the fact that he and Marc’s schedule clashed, and you were always at the receiving end of Marc’s negligence—you considered it forgetfulness to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Your journey home was entirely suffocated by unrelenting silence until you went walking into the elevator of your building just to see Marc there, looking just as tired as you were. He saw you coming from where he stood, but no matter how many times his fingers pressed the button, the elevator kept them open as a punishment. He was forced to witness the way your body clung to the dress you wore and how the ends of the skirt grazed over your smooth skin to mock him.
“Hi, Marc,” you said. You could tell by the way he clenched his jaw that it wasn’t Steven.
“Hi.”
The ride up had never been so long and you weren’t sure how to bring it up until you just spoke. “Hey, um, could you let Steven know he missed our date? I’m not sure if he tells you about them—”
“Yeah, something came up for me.” He hadn’t noticed, but his shoulders were tight as he kept his attention forward until the doors opened.
You followed after him with your shoes following the path he made and finally noticed how he held his side on his way to his flat. “Are you okay? Do you want me to—”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine,” you murmured.
Your first mistake was thinking you could put your warm hand on his chilling, broad shoulders and not cause him to nearly leap out of his own body. You had touched Steven countless times. However, it was the first time Marc had ever gotten a sense of what it felt like for himself.
Still, he didn’t wish to savor it in the slightest. “Pretending to worry is what you do with Steven. Not me.” He recoiled from the heat so harshly that he was already at his door and into his humble home before you could take your keys out.
Marc never got to see the way your face fell or how you clutched your keychain and shoved the metal key into your door. You disappeared into your home, begging your tears to give you time to close the door before they got it all over your dress. All this was while Marc was eyeing a photo of you by the fish tank that you had given to Steven while he took off his shoes.
As he pretended to look over persimmons, Marc watched you from a distance as your soft lips mouthed the lyrics of a song while your fingers glided over the peaches. You made it too easy sometimes and for that, he was thankful. He could spend his weekend researching—that was the word he liked to use— while you were unaware.
You glided through the other aisles, and he was careful to keep his head low and stay a few steps behind you while watching the way you smiled at a store employee while asking a question. Your shining teeth made him frown even deeper as he gripped his shopping cart.
His frustration kept on building throughout the day as he watched you carry through your laundry list of errands. Everywhere you went, he was a step behind with enough distance to go unannounced but close enough to slip your wallet back into your tote bag while you left it in your cart to have a look at some home décor. You really should have been more cautious of pick pocketers.
Landing a punch to a stranger wasn’t how he liked to spend his Sundays. Neither was lying on his bed while you were showering at home. The cardigan you had left with Steven on accident was under his nose as he brought the fragrance into his lungs. He had your Sunday schedule memorized to a point where he was used to the feeling of wanting to resist snaking his hands into his tight pants as he thought about how your hands were rubbing your thighs while he was playing with a Rubik’s Cube. For Marc, hell was Sunday afternoons at 3 PM.
For you, hell was the bus ride home looking at your phone and all the piling missed calls and texts from Steven? You deliberately avoided opening the voicemails and the messages in hopes that you’d have more time to think about what you wanted to do. Your plan was to speak to him on Monday when you felt better, or at least when you could fake it better.
Your walk to the elevator was less eventful than the day prior, but that didn’t keep you from reliving the day before, especially when you saw Steven sitting crisscrossed next to your door while he read a book with a sand-colored cover. You would have ignored him while playing Marc’s words on repeat if he hadn’t met you at your door.
“Hey, Steven.” You were hoping to keep it short and sweet so you could send him on his way gently with a promise that you’d talk to him when you weren’t so fatigued.
“Hey.” He was already rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants with the book abandoned on the floor as he got up. “I tried to call you but—is your phone okay?” You were always so good at answering your phone. “Sorry,” he shook his head. “Sorry. I mean, ‘are you okay?’”
“I couldn’t answer, Steven. I was at work, sorry.”
You didn’t usually work on Saturdays, but that was the least of Steven’s concerns. “B-But what about dinner? We said we’d meet each other there. And I went—And I went and you weren’t there.” He was doing that thing where he was speaking much too fast to figure it out himself and in any other circumstance you would have thought it was endearing, but the crack of his voice nearly pressed your heart so hard it would have stopped beating.
“Yeah,” you let out a sigh while you dug through your purse to find your keys. “I went yesterday and didn’t see you. I figured Marc lost track of time or something.”
“Today’s not Saturday, is it?” he asked while he licked his lips anxiously.
You were pleased that fishing for your key gave you a distraction, since you couldn’t bear to see his face fall again while he experienced a crushing realization that he had already gone through two times before.
“I’m afraid it’s not,” you looked up at him with an evident crease between your brows.. “I’m sorry you were there alone. Marc didn’t leave you a sticky note by the tank telling you?”
“No-no, no, he didn’t.” He looked back at his apartment at the end of the hall like he could see through walls. “At least, I don’t think so.”
You bitterly laughed to yourself to shrug off the hurt that was making room for itself in your pensive thoughts. “I don’t think he likes me very much.” What you said out loud was really meant for yourself.
“No, no, that can’t be—He likes you.”
“Steven, don’t lie to me,” you tried to keep your tone light hearted, but your façade was slipping.
“I’m not.” His wide eyes were becoming glassy, and his lips tightened into a line as he tried to fix the damage. “I swear.”
You nodded while unlocking the door. “I’m gonna head in, okay? I’m a little tired.”
“Wait,” he took your hand and made you notice how his clammy arms were desperately shaking. “I’m sorry.”
Steven saw the way your face relaxed, and the corner of your lift lifted lightly for a moment. He watched you come close to then give him an electric kiss on his cheek that made his ears too hot for comfort.
“Please, get some sleep tonight.” You watched him close his eyes as he felt your hands hold his visage tenderly. Your thumbs carefully moved back and forth over his cheek. “You look pale.” You examined his face as you saw his frown deepen and chose to ignore it. “And tell Marc to take it easy.”
“Why do I get the weird feeling you don’t want to do this anymore? Like be with me. It’s on your face. Are you upset with me? I get it if you want to go into your flat and avoid me for the rest of your life—”
“Hey, hey, don’t say that. Just give me some time to sort this all out mentally first.” You were referring to your thoughts as your finger slipped into his dark hair to calm him down, but it only sent a shudder pouring down his spine like cold water while his knees almost gave in.
“Is this a break? Or a breakup? Bloody hell, are we breaking up?—”
You gave him another kiss, but on his lips. Your warm skin was on his mouth while your hand fondly stroked his neck. It nearly caused him to become entirely lightheaded. His eyes were blown open the entire time from the moment he felt your kiss. You pulled away to get one last look at him.
“No, we’re not.” You placed your forehead onto his as you tried to have him matched your breathing. “I just want some time, maybe one or two days, to think. I’m telling you this because I enjoy being honest with you. Just give me some time to think over some things, okay?”
Steven nodded fervently at your words.
“Alright,” you smiled. His face got warmer. “See you later, gator.”
“Laters, gators,” he whispered as he felt your hand slip out of his.
If Steven could properly chew out Marc, he would, but instead he was stuck yelling at a mirror while a disinterested Marc was asking him to surrender his body so he could start off his soon-to-be long night.
“No, you don’t get to ask me that without answering me first!” Steven pointed.
“Good, God, Steven. Calm down.” Marc looked as uninterested as ever.
“You did this!” Now Steven was pacing. “I don’t get it. You have so many photos of her like a bloody creep,” he grabbed one of the many in the bathroom drawer to wave around. “But you’re the one giving her a hard time?” Steven never figured out what was said when he was gone, but with the way you spoke about Marc and the way Marc spoke about you, it didn’t take much afterward.
“What does this have to do with me not telling you that I made you miss your date?”
“Everything!” His fingers combed through his hair as he tried to imitate what you did to him to calm him down. “For once in my life, I got the courage to ask someone to date me and you’re pissing all over it. You’re just as obsessed with her, but you don’t want to admit it.”
Why would Marc want to admit? That would mean that he’d have to also confess to how sour he was about Steven getting to you first. It didn’t make sense. He was under the impression that he’d get you and Steven would just have to follow along, as always. So while he looked at you sleeping with the white noise machine on, he gripped the spare key of your flat that was meant for Steven. He had found a way to forcibly turn his jealousy into a lack of trust that you had good intentions with Steven.
What was supposed to be no more than two days thinking about your relationship and Marc’s choice words turned into a seven. You had been so consumed by Marc’s accusation that you stewed in your thoughts for so long that you feared seeing Steven in passing on your way to work. You rose early and returned home extremely late. All the while, Steven spent his days at the gift shop anxiously checking his phone while typing and deleting messages that he hoped to have enough courage to send.
This brought him back full circle on Sunday, knocking on your door. Your brief look through the peephole wasn’t enough to prepare you to see him again. When you opened the door, you were met with a nervously still Steven wearing a suit that he seemed to be drowning in.
He must have not expected you to actually answer the door because once he saw you were still in your work clothes, he panicked.
“Bollocks.” He quickly pulled out the card that you didn’t know he was holding. “I falafel about what happened.” His eyes followed the Hallmark card’s words. “I’m sorry.”
He practically shoved a bouquet of flowers into your hands when he nearly tripped over his shoes trying to hand it to you. Your bewildered expression must have frightened him even further, since he was already reaching into his bag to pull out a box of chocolate. Another small box fell out in the process as he fumbled to give you the heart-shaped chocolate box. In utter panic, he brought himself to his knees to pick it up, but he stayed on his knees to give it to you while you were trying to balance the things he had already given you.
“Wait-Wait, Steven, honey, are you trying to propose?” you asked calmly as you tried to mask your panic.
“W-What?” he looked up at you from where he was on his knees with his once combed hair now disheveled. “No-no!”
You nodded.
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
“Jesus, no,” you giggled.
“It’s just a pin of a scarab,” he said as he opened the box. “for your tote bag,” he whispered the last part as he placed the box in your hand.
“I can’t accept all this.”
“But I haven’t even given you the peaches, yet.”
“Steven,” you tried to hold back your laughter while you placed the gifts on your kitchen counter as he waited at the door with bated breath. You returned to him and decided to cut him some slack instead of refusing his gifts. “Thank you. I—”
He looked at the palm of his hand, at the poorly scribbled checklist he had made just in case he forgot something.
“Have dinner with me, please,” he asked. “It’s at my place. New Gus will be there too. Nothing too serious—unless you want it to be.”
You took his hand and stroked them as you tried to calm him down from what he no doubt had rehearsed many times over. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed, since you’re looking so dapper.”
“I hope this all didn’t cost too much,” you spoke as you looked at the giant stuffed crocodile in the corner. Steven was more focused on how your lips moved with red lipstick painted over them that he hadn’t heard a word that came out of your mouth. “Steven?”
“Yeah?” he was still frazzled.
“Please, don’t tell me that Donna took the stuffed animal out of your paycheck.”
“I won’t,” he nodded.
“Steven!”
“This is our apology to you.”
“Our?”
“I’m hoping Marc is going to apologize, too. Eventually…” he looked off into space briefly. “Honestly, whenever. I’m still kind of lost with how this works.”
“Have you fed New Gus?” He didn’t even notice how swiftly you changed the conversation.
“Oh, no.”
“Poor thing is watching us eat while you haven’t fed him,” you began walking to the tank to retrieve the fish food but when it wasn’t in sight, you were already heading toward Steven’s bed to get it off of his nightstand. By the time you returned, there was a silence that filled the room that made you uncomfortable as you fed Gus. You could feel a firm set of eyes that let you know that Marc was staring.
“Hey, Marc.” You tried to keep your voice level.
“Hey.”
You turned to see him eyeing the takeout food that you had spent twenty minutes assuring Steven was delicious.
“He told me you wanted to say something.” Even as you returned to your seat to face him, he still hadn’t said a word, and you knew he wouldn’t if you didn’t speak up.
“Yeah,” he was struck by your scent since your perfume was scrambling his thoughts until he went completely silent for much too long.
“Look, if it’s gonna kill you, it’s fine. You don’t have to be here. I’m sure Steven can keep me entertained for the rest of the night.” You couldn’t even stand to look at him, so you were already heading back to New Gus—you really needed to pick a better name for him. Steven and Marc’s hands were the same, yet when he took you by your wrist, he felt colder.
“Entertain?” he whispered with a sickly smirk.
“That’s not what I meant—Look if you’re setting out to make me the bad guy—”
“You’re making it really easy to.”
“You’re the one being difficult. All I’ve ever been is kind to you.” He was pushing you over the precipice.
"I don’t need your pity.”
Your weeks of frustration and denying he was likely keeping Steven away from the dinners you planned were pouring over the fire and causing billowing smoke. “Why don’t you fucking trust me like Steven does?”
“I just can’t seem to get why you accepted his advances so eagerly.” He hadn’t gotten as loud as you were, but he was so, so close.
“For starters,” you tore his grip from your wrist. “He’s much nicer.”
“I can be nice,” he said as he got closer. He didn’t sound sincere, but rather like he was being challenged. “I-I can be nicer… funnier, better.”
“Marc, what are you going on about?” your eyes feverishly danced over his face in confusion. “Can we just go back to how it was before?”
“Like when we were just neighbors and Steven was following you like some lap dog,” he hissed so strongly you felt the wind on your nose.
“No, when I’d drop first aid supplies and pretended not to see the photos you have of me on your mirror,” you spat.
You should have seen it coming when he had gotten so close with his towering stance. But when Marc kissed you, it sent you walking back to catch your balance, and you were stunned. It was enough to have you pull back to have a look at him to see if it was actually Steven. Yet he wasn’t. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he went in for another kiss. His lips took over yours as you still were trying to catch your bearings and remedy your confusion. His teeth eventually moved from your mouth to your neck as he held your head about by his jaw.
Marc could hear the shake in your breaths as you gripped the sleeves of his suit and bunched the cotton fabric into your fist. His sloppy kisses littered your neck and chest like acid rain and made you wonder how you had already made it to the kitchen counter. He went from holding your face by its jaw to running his hands along your arms, as he was already trying to venture to where your skirt and thighs met.
He went back to kissing your red lips and swallowing the whimpers that came from your mouth. He was only going deeper as you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to keep you grounded and stop the spinning.
Calloused hands started climbing up your dress and toying with your underwear before you had to catch him by his wrist and practically plead with your eyes. You didn’t want to go further and just wanted to talk to him, but he must have taken the hesitation for something else because he was already jumping to his own conclusions.
Just as quickly as it all started, his body slowly became stiff until his kisses decrescendoed into nothing but a whisper when his lips called out your name.
“Steven?” you pulled away. You felt the change in his posture and how quickly his hands tore from your body.
“S-Sorry.” He was taken aback by the position he had you in and cleared his throat as he peeled his hands from your body and tucked it into his pockets.
You climbed down from where you were and fixed your dress while he desperately tried to ask what had happened.
“Nothing you have to worry about,” you lightly dismissed as you grabbed your things. “It went fine. Thank you for the wonderful evening, but I’ve got to head in early since I’m taking Benny’s shift tomorrow.”
“Hey, don’t forget this.” He was practically sprinting to meet you at the door with the stuffed crocodile while you made sure the smile on your face was still there.
“Thank you. Goodnight.”
“Night.” he awkwardly drew closer to kiss your forehead before you left and slipped into your room down the hall.
Marc had you reeling the entire night until the sun swallowed the moon as you thought about the way your body quaked while he was devouring your neck and left wet hickeys in his wake. In another bed, Steven was toying with the Rubik’s cube as he thought about how he was going to fix things once more. Marc had made it seem like the only option was to love one when you had always wanted to try to love both.
I saw you are taking requests for fics... and i just wanna suggest one. since im sucker for proffesor x student ship. can you write something about Steven/Marc Prof x reader. alsoo *cough smut pls *cough thank you bestie
Good girl - Professor Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader
Pairing: Professor Steven Grant/Marc Spector x fem!Reader
Summary: What plot? It's just horny reader attending class and being ducked by her teacher..
Content/Warnings: Dubcon, but a little bit noncon. Smut. Swearing words. Did I mention smut already?
Words: 1497
“And does anyone know the answer to question 6 B?” the professor says with his British accent. Some people raise their hands but you are too busy with your thoughts. How is your history professor so cute? Sometimes you just wanna be tied up with his tie and-
“Miss Y/N?” Everyone looks at you, including the handsome professor. His eyes always look tired like he hasn’t slept forever. They also look a bit scared, like he’s always anxious. His whole body language is hesitant, but sometimes though.. He’s radiating confidence. Those days are rare, but still there. On those days, it seems like only you notice that his vibe changed. He would still have a light accent, but it feels fake. Like somebody else is trying to impersonate professor Grant..
“Oh yes, Khonshu.. Is uh..” you quickly look at your notes. “The god of the moon!” You look up again and blush at the slight smile the professor gives. Gosh you wish he smiled at you like that when he is buried deep in your cunt. You gather yourself from your thoughts and realise that the professor has walked up to your seat.
“Good girl, only you should pay more attention to the lesson.” the brunette whispers. And you feel even more heat rising to your cheeks on the first two words. The professor walks back to his own seat. He frowns and his eyes are full of confusion and it looks like he doesn’t remember what just happened.
“A-anyways. That was the last question. Dismissed.” Professor Grant says to the whole class. Everyone begins grabbing their books and putting them in their backpacks. You start doing the same.
“Oh and Y/N, could you come to my office after your lessons?” the professor hesitantly says.
You look up at him and say, “Of course professor.” You immediately start worrying. Have you done anything wrong? Are you in trouble?
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Those questions keep pestering you in your next class, English. Luckily the woman who gives you English notices you are a bit stressed and leaves you be for most of the lesson. You finish all your work and get dismissed, you quickly grab your stuff and leave. You head over to your history professor’s office. The walk isn’t long because the office part of your school is next to the classrooms.
You knock 3 times and wait for an answer of some kind. You look around you, you haven’t been here very often. Just once when you had to discuss your grades.
“Yeah come in!” the professor says with his cute British accent again. You open the door to see the professor on a red couch on the side of his room. The rest of the room is very messy. Only the middle of his desk is tidy, you assume it’s because his laptop should fit there.
“Oh right, miss Y/N.” he looks stressed. He mutters something you can’t quite hear. Abruptly he stands up and looks darkly at you. This is the confident version of Professor Grant you notice almost immediately. Scared you start walking backwards a bit.
He smirks and says, “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment, little one.” He walks over to you, you think. But just before he is in your space he walks over to the door and locks it. You look confused and scared at the brunette.
“Professor? Uh- What, I-” You ask him as he slowly corners you to the desk.
“Sush, and call me Marc.” his arms pin you down by grabbing your wrists and putting them against the empty spot on the desk.
“I made Steven clean his desk specially for this moment.” You look even more confused and start babbling.
“Steven? That’s Professor Grant right? But you said to call you Marc? What the fuck is going on please just-” That’s when Marc had enough of your mouth and put his large hand over it.
“Shut up, you dumb little girl wouldn’t understand.” He removes his hand again and before you can talk his lips are on yours. It is a very forceful kiss, he tries to go in with his tongue but your mouth protests by being sealed tight. Then Marc? Marc, puts one hand on your throat and the other caresses to your clothed pussy.
You moan a bit louder than you would have wanted, how has he affected you? But because of your moan your mouth opens slightly just enough for Marc to put his lips in between your lips into your mouth. You groan as he explores every bit of your mouth and leaves no place untouched. He keeps kissing you roughly as he chokes you a bit tighter and caresses your clothed cunt firmer.
Because of all the rough kissing and choking you almost run out of breath. Before that happens however, he lets go of your throat and leaves your lips. His lips don’t go entirely away though. You take deep breaths now it’s possible, while you do that, Marc’s lips and tongue go down your neck, he sucks and bites the skin while you moan at one particular bite.
Marc then completely leaves your body and tears off your shirt and skirt. You look at him shocked and say. “What do I have to wear when I leave now?” And he replies.
“Who said you could leave?” And he clips off your bra now you sit up a bit. Then he goes on with his sucking on your neck and slowly starts going to your breasts. Once arrived there he starts nipping your nipples. He gives a little bite and goes to your still clothed region. He leaves a trail of saliva on your body and because the window is ajar the wind comes by. Which makes you shiver.
“Excited are we?” Marc half asks half states. He slides off your panties all the way off. His hands caress your legs slowly up to your nether region.
He slides his fingers in your wet folds and starts rubbing your clit with two fingers. Not shortly after, those two fingers make their way into your drenching pussy. On that action you moan loudly.
“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” Marc grins up at you from his position, he continues staring at how you take his fingers.
“You’re a good slut for us.” Marc mutters. Which you hear. You look confused at his words but let it go because the pleasure is getting overwhelming.
Marc starts fastening his fingers’ pace. And you feel getting closer and closer to an orgasm. You moan more and tighten on his fingers. Marc takes it as a sign you’re close. He starts rubbing your clit with his thumb.
“Ahh mmh. Please- Let me-” Before you can finish your sentence, he pulls away his fingers. You whine. A string of wetness follows his fingers. Then he puts them in his mouth. Sucking them off while looking at you intensely.
“Why did you-” His cock touches your folds. You whimper and thrust your hips forward trying to get some pleasure. But he quickly fills you to the brim.
He stays still for a moment letting you adjust to his length. You moan and whimper, your whole body asks for him to fuck you.
And fucking you he does.
He starts thrusting hard, deep and fast. Like there’s no tomorrow. He then pulls his cock almost entirely out. Only to go even deeper if that’s even possible.
You moan at every movement. Marc puts his hand on your throat again, choking you lightly. So you can breathe normally but still feel arousal brewing up more and more.
He starts grunting more and his thrusts become a bit sloppy. His orgasm comes closer. You realise now that you’re not on any form of birth control and he’s not wearing a condom.
“No stop!” You scream. He looks at you knowingly and goes faster chasing his orgasm.
“Gonna put something of mine in you..” He grunts and stops moving his hips. He leans forward over you on the desk and his cock goes deeper as he orgasms.
He fills you up and there seems to be no end of his hot cum filling you full. At the feeling you almost pass out. You orgasm so severely, you’ve never experienced something like this.
Marc thrusts a few times slowly in your limp body, with the intent to make his cum go deeper in your body. You see stars appearing in your vision and soon black out.
Marc pulls out thinking he’s done enough today. He puts 2 fingers in your throbbing pussy to make the dripping cum go in again and then easily lifts you over to the couch.
Steven gets control back of the body and nearly falls of shock of seeing you limp before him.
“Marc, what did you do?” he whispers stressfully. Looking up hoping for answers.
“Helping you properly fuck her, obviously.”
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A/N;
This is my first ever smut story I've written feedback is welcome. Also, I researched on DID but I'm no professional, so again feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoyed. <3
(I'm really proud of this because I hit more that 1000 words!! Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!!)
Hi, I really wanna write again and I haven't really got the inspiration.
I'll now write for moon knight, Steven Grant and Marc Spector too!
If you have a request feel free to head over to my page and submit it! I can't guarantee that I'll write it. I feel comfy from fluff to angst, smut and dark stuff too!
*I'll make a pinned post of other characters I write of too.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Autistic! (fem) Reader
Summary: You didn't reply that much to his messages. And you feel guilty.
Content/Warnings: Mutual pining, slight angst and fluff.
Words: 819
2 weeks passed by since the last meeting of Matt and you. Matt messaged you a few times and you replied, just a nice little chat. You’re an artist and writer but lately work has been stressing you out, resulting in chatting less with Matt. It also makes you sad that you mentally can’t message him that often and that puts you in a circle of repeatingly getting sad.
But he notices that, at first he lets it go that he’s been put on read thinking you’re just busy. But after a while he thinks he did something wrong..
Matt: Hey, I’ve noticed lately you don’t reply as fast or not at all to my messages. Are you busy, or are you not okay..? Did I do something wrong?
You read his message, feeling guilty for not replying that often to him. Now he even feels like he did something wrong! For the first time in a while you reply fast.
You: Hi, sorry for not replying that often, I’m really stressed lately because of work. It’s not because of you..
Matt: Oh I understand now! Would you like to come by my apartment and relax a bit? We could talk about it.. or not :) Whatever you want!
You smile, he’s so kind. You’re not sure if you deserve him. Thinking about the offer you decide that you have to go out of your home eventually, so why not now?
You: I’d like that, can I come by today..?
Matt: Of course! I’m free today so that’s fortunate. But because it’s Friday I’m going out with my work partners at a bar called Josies. We’ll have to discuss that later then :)
You: Yes haha, thanks!
Matt messages his address and you type it in google maps to guide you there. A car is way too expensive in New York. So walking it is. The traditional way.
You grab your apartment keys so you can go home later, then your jacket and head to Matt. Why didn’t you chat with him earlier, because now you notice.. He’s making you happy!
Matt hears footsteps down the street leading to the apartment building and a heartbeat like yours. So he assumes that it’s you. He is in a hoodie and sweatpants because it's ‘lazy day’ today. Thinking he should dress up better for you he opens the door after hearing you knock twice.
You clearly aren't dressed up to impress either. You’re also wearing a hoodie but a red one, unlike Matt’s gray one.
“Welcome! Make yourself at home.” Matt says. You smile and walk in, taking in all the details of his apartment. Then you look outside through the window and there's a huge neon sign. You chuckle. You were already wondering why Matt could afford such a big apartment with his own lawyer practice. But that explains a lot, I mean he’s blind, why would it matter that a huge ugly light is right outside his window.
“Yeah, they told me nobody wanted this apartment so it was priced down.” Matt says walking over to the kitchen and pouring in some water in a glass. You wonder how he can walk so smoothly through his apartment because he’s blind. He doesn’t need a cane? Then again he’s probably very familiar with his own apartment.
“You want water, I can sense you’re extremely dehydrated” Matt half joked.
He hands over the cup and you two sit down on the couch next to the counter of the kitchen. You sigh and take a sip of the water.
Matt looks at you, again you have no idea how he can, with a worried face.
“I was worried, you know..” Matt says looking forward again.
“Sorry.. It isn’t your fault.” You say genuinely. Taking a sip again and continuing.
“I’m really glad you invited me here, you kinda make me happy” you chuckle nervously. Worrying about what Matt would say. But he just lightens up the mood by saying.
“Aww you’re making me melt y/n.” Matt joked sarcastically. You smile and chuckle a little bit.
“HA! I made you laugh!” Matt says proudly tilting his chin up and smirking childishly. Which makes you laugh even more.
“You’re such a dork, Mr. Murdock.” You both chuckle. There settles a silence, but not an awkward one. Just a content one.
You completely forget about time and your worries for a moment. Matt slowly leans into you more and you rest your head on his shoulder. Being so tired from all the stupid stress lately, you quickly get sleepy.
Matt notices your heartbeat getting slower and slower, he mutters something you can’t really hear and then you fall asleep lightly. Head on his shoulder and now also arms around his muscular torso. Was he always that muscular you think to yourself? Doesn't matter he’s warm and cute. Just a moment of sleep.. Uhuh, just a second.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Autistic! (fem) Reader
Summary: Matt and You drink some coffee and get to know each other better.
Content/Warnings: Mutual pining and fluff
Words: 808
Still a bit distracted from everything that has happened the last few hours Matt just decides to contact you again the day after meeting you.
Matt: Hi, it’s Matt the blind man you met yesterday haha.
Since it’s Saturday and weekend, Matt doesn't have to work. Friday is Matt’s, Foggy’s and Karen’s night to go to Josie’s, so of course after work and meeting you yesterday Matt went again. He got quite drunk there, resulting in a massive headache right now.
You: Hii!
You reply after seeing the message the brunette sent you. Does he think being blind is the only memorable thing about him or something? Because damn- *coughs in thinking he’s handsome*
Matt: I thought maybe you would like to have a coffee today? I know it’s a bit quick so don’t feel forced to say yes. :)
Smiling at your phone you quickly type in a reply.
You: I’d love to, I know a place! But where should we meet?
Matt: Is it the street where we met? Because there’s a coffee shop..?
You: Exactly there! Do you know how to get there?
Matt: Yes, is 11:00 am a good time for you?
You: It is. See you then! :)
“You’re grinning like an idiot Matt, is it the girl?” Matt looks up and Foggy is somehow in his apartment. How did he not hear him coming?
“What- when did you come here, I didn’t hear you!” Matt stands up from the couch in shock, with confusion all written over his face.
“Yeah that confuses me too, you’ve literally got enhanced hearing..” Foggy looks confused too and then mutters, “That girl must be really special…”
“I did hear that Foggy!” Matt exclaims, while he looks disappointed at Foggy. Foggy’s eyes widen and he runs away before Matt gets him. Because Matt looks really threatening.
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You: I’m there! (I’m the lady with a red cap)
You sent to Matt, only just realising he’s blind and can’t see you nor see the beautiful red cap.
You: I feel like an idiot, sorry.
Sensing a presence close to you you look up from your phone and see the handsome brunette. You swear your heartbeat stopped for a solid 2 seconds at his sight.
“I sent you idiotic messages, please don’t open them because I feel like-”
“Don’t worry I have already opened them.” Matt chuckles. You blush. Matt feels the heat on your cheeks rise and smiles to himself.
“I- Let’s go inside.” You mutter, offering your arm to him so he knows where the doors are. He accepts.
You head to the cashier to order your coffees.
“Uh, what would you like?” You ask Matt while waiting in line.
“Just a black coffee, thanks.” Matt looks at you. Not meeting your eyes by just a few centimetres. You wonder what his eyes would look like. He constantly has sunglasses on. Not that you’re complaining because those sunglasses suit him.
Standing first in the line now you say your and Matt’s orders.
“Is that for here or to go?” The cashier asks.
You look at Matt and quickly ask if he wants to stay here or go to the park for example.
“The park would be nice.” Matt kindly replies.
“To go, thanks.” You say to the cashier. She tells you the price and you pay before Matt tries to insist on paying.
After a little wait, standing in silence the cashier calls your name and hands over the coffees to you. Matt gives a dollar in the tip jar.
You two head over to the park having a little chat in the meantime.
“What do you do for a living..?” You ask Matt with genuine interest.
“I’m a lawyer, I actually have my own practice with my college best friend.” He laughs.
“Oh cool! Are you any good at it?” You smile.
He chuckles, “If I want to.”
In no time you arrive at the park and find an empty bench to relax. Matt and you chat and drink coffee for a while and he’s really nice company.
“I really liked today..” You slowly say as the latest conversation starts to die and your coffee has been up for some time now.
“I did too.” Matt says smiling at you.
“Would like to do this again sometime?” You ask hopefully. You honestly don’t open up that much or make friends that quickly. So you’re really glad you crossed paths.
“Yes, I think that’d be great!” He says looking forward again. He slides his hand to his side meeting your hand. You look up hesitantly at him but hold his hand. You feel heat rising to your cheeks for the second time today. Unbeknownst you Matt knows exactly when your heartbeat rises or when the heat in your cheeks rises.
You might have developed a crush in 2 days…
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A/N:
This story is also on my Wattpad: @mossymarvel
THANKS FOR THE LOVE ALREADY!
(Ik this is my second request already but I HAVE IDEAS BUT NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE MYSELF) Matt Murdock x reader, reader has panic attack and matt helps them through it. lots of fluff and cuddeling would be nice :D
Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader
Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, Soft!Matt, fluff, cuddling, and h*nd h*lding
Word count: 448
A/N: I promise I will get to every request but I just had to do this one first. (Btw I wrote this at 3am in the middle of an allergy attack so if this sucks I totally don’t mind rewriting it.)
The room was bright with the morning sun beaming ever so slightly through the curtained windows of Matts bedroom. But that didn’t stop the tears that moved down your cheeks as small, strangled sobs left your swollen lips.
From beside you, Matt awoke quickly to the sound of whimpering and sobs. The first thing he noticed was the horrific pounding of your heart and the strangled cries leaving you. Hearing your high pulse and panic quickly broke him.
“Y/n?” Matt spoke softly as he swiftly moved up to your side. Another breathy sob tour through your burning chest as you felt his touch on your forearm. Matt moved up behind you and wrapped you securely in his arms.
"Come on Y/n, deep breaths, breath with me." Matt spoke softly into your ear.
It was the small things that helped. The soft feeling of his heart beat against your back, focusing on his voice, and his words.
It wasn‘t long until you were able to fully catch your breath, and reach a sweet state of calm. The burning leaving your chest and your breaths evening out.
"There you go, soft breaths. " Matt spoke as he listened to your heart slowly steady and calm. "You're ok, I've got you."
You closed your eyes and fell more into his arms, as the strength left you and the exhaustion hit. You suddenly felt very heavy and fatigue as a faint dizziness struck your head. Matt moved to lay you down onto the soft mattress, his chest still pressed securely against your back, as you laid in silence listening to the sound of your own breath.
"I'm sorry," You apologized, your voice hoarse as you looked up towards him with tear stained, blood shot eyes. His face softened as he heard you, his hand gently gripping yours.
"No, no, no." He protested gently, shaking his head. "You have absolutely nothing to apologize for." He reassure, as moment of silence fell between the two of you.
Reaching out slowly, laying his finger tips across your cheek and wiping the few tears that were left along your skin, he pulled you closer against him, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"I‘m always here for you Y/n. Always." Matt spoke with nothing but seriousness lacing his tone.
This time it was you who moved closer. Nuzzle your body into his chest as a small sigh fell off your lips, gently you relaxed into his frame. Feeling his warmth against you, with nothing but his heart beat lulling you to sleep. The sudden fear and panic gone from your body leaving nothing left but exhaustion.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Autistic! (fem) Reader
Summary: Reader meets Matt in quite an akward way, still she left an impression on him.
Warnings: Awkardness and teasing? So not much.
Words: 806
You just finished your cup of coffee to get some energy in your body, you stand up from the chair in the local cafe and head over to the streets. You open the door and a little chime goes off.
Out of all the noises in the cafe this was the least annoying one. The people talking are the most annoying but there’s one thing that tops that, Babies. Luckily you didn’t encounter even a single one of them today. That makes your day a bit better.
It might sound crazy, like why don’t you like babies?! Well they could be okay.. If they just didn’t cry, yell and make so much noise.
While being distracted from your baby hating thoughts you’re already walking down the street in hell's kitchen to head home.
The streets and especially the cars are overwhelming, so you put in your earbuds and listen to some music. Grabbing your phone and plugging the earbuds in you hit shuffle on your favorite playlist. It’s basically a playlist of a lot of soft rock and indie songs.
Bopping your head on the tune and beat you are totally in your zone and you don’t notice the blind man walking straight towards you.
But when you do notice just on time you step aside. Only to be greeted again with him because he apparently thought the same thing.
How did he know that you were about to crash into him? I guess you’ll never know because right now you bump into him. Hard.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You panic. You pause your music real quick and rip the earbuds out of your ears.
“Don’t worry, it's okay.” the man replied. He brushed some dust off his suit from falling to the ground. You stress and keep apologizing for about 4 more times-
“Sweetheart, I already told you it’s okay.” he then said. You look up at him and he smiles.
“Although it’s totally wrong of you to not give a blind man some space..” He teases with a grin.
You look shocked at him not getting the hint that he’s teasing you. He immediately stops grinning and says,
“Sorry that was a joke!” he chuckles nervously, scared that he might have hurted you.
“Oh yeah, sorry I have autism so I can’t tell someone's intention with their words sometimes..” You say honestly
“Ah I see. Also, do you maybe wanna grab a coffee sometime?” he says. “You seem nice.”
“Only if I know your name, mister blind man.” You tease back. You both giggle.
“Matthew Murdock, please call me Matt though, otherwise you feel like a mom.” He laughs.
“Y/n Baker, pleasure to meet you Murdock” You smile.
“I just asked you to call me just Matt and you call me Murdock?” He tutted. “That was half of a joke by the way.” he laughs again.
Somehow you feel safe with the man you just met two minutes ago.. He’s just so nice, how could you not?
He notices that you are in your thoughts and breaks the silence.
“Could I have your number? We can have contact then” He asks and smiles. Straightening his red sunglasses.
“Yes of course!” You say, but curious about how Matt would insert it in his phone.
He senses the doubt and grabs his phone out.
“Insert new contact” He says into his phone.
The phone automatically opens the contacts app and makes a new one, it asks what the name should be and he says your name.
You swear you just felt your heartbeat fasten a bit when he said your name.
The phone then asks for the phone number and Matt holds his phone closer to you and you take that as a sign to say your number.
“Great, thanks!” he then says, putting his phone away in the pocket of his suit again. You two stay silent for a moment switching from looking to the ground and each other's eyes. After a second he awkwardly says he has to go to work. You exchange your goodbyes and go on walking home.
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Matt heads to his work, at work he’s quieter than normal. So Foggy has to say something about it.
“Hey man, are you okay? You seem off..” He asks. Matt takes a deep breath and looks up, breaking out of his thoughts.
“Mhm, oh yeah I’m fine!” He nods.
Foggy knows Matt long enough to know that he’s lying. Then Foggy realises it’s most probably a girl he’s thinking of.
“Who is she?” Foggy grins. Matt looks up shocked at him.
“How did you-” Matt looks confused but continues, “Yeah it is, but I just met her so it’s not that important yet.” Foggy raises his eyebrows.
“Love at first sight.. Okay, noted!” And walks away leaving Matt stunned by his friend's words.
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