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In the hand of Dante behind the scenes.
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Marc spector being indestructible in his suit and him putting on the suit while being with you and being able to go for hours đ€€
Donât tell anyone but Marc in the Moon Knight suit is my ultimate kink heâs just too sexy in it đ©đźâđš that chest plate is making me feel things⊠Gosh he looks so buff in it andâ ok I stop
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Privilege of Power
Moon Knight masterlist
Marc Spector x fem!reader
Cw/triggers: Marc fucking reader in his suit, he's got so much stamina, smut, nsfw, p in v, oral (fem receiving), Marc is a teasing dick (affectionate^^), not beta read, potential typos
Fic 2/8 from -> here <-
A/n: Watching the show was a mistake the second I saw Marc, please take him away from me, I feel like a blood eel whenever I see him and LATCH ONNNN
Oscar and Elvira đđ€
Oscar Isaac at Celine
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Oscar Isaac attending the celine SS27 in Paris.
Oooh so thats why Europe has a heatwave, Oscar isaac is there .
hihi! wanted to send a moon knight request!! dunno if this has been done but was just t h i n k i n g of the scene where steven kisses layla (reader in this case) but this time marc actually does something about it to remind them of who they married >:3 so many directions this could go in!!! could be dark or not!!! (ur writing is awesome by the way ily)
Ooohhh your permission in making it dark will be effectively used! >:D
Double deal
Moon Knight masterlist
Marc Spector/Steven Grant x fem!reader
Cw/triggers: Takes place at the part where they were in the middle of the desert at night, soft dom!Steven, dom!Marc, smut, NSFW, p in v, possessive!Marc and Steven, couldn't help myself with making it a liiittle biiiit dark :)
Fic 1/8 from -> here <-
A/n: Donât get fooled by the start, sugary fluff part ends pretty soon to get a little darker <3
What a feast, I need them both đ«Š
3. The confession
Masterlist
Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, sort of sub!Steven, oral male!receiving, just Steven being a hot mess
Summary: Steven blurts out so much information at once that your mind is clouded enough to think straight
Words: 3.2 k
Notes: Thanks again for all your support! Your comments make so so so so happy. I hope you like this one, we are getting into it! Comments or suggestions are always welcome <3
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You sat on the sofa with damp hair.
Now, after what feels like more than fifteen minutes, your hair is already dry and Steven hasnât said a word yet. Every time he opens his mouth he shuts it a second later, frustrated. You try to remain patient but the worry is winning you over.
Your body is slowly tensing as you watch him shift in his position, adjust his clothes and hold his hands on his stomach over and over again. He keeps glancing at your doorway almost like he had lost the courage and was ready to physically escape this conversation any minute.
Soon you realize heâs not just nervous about what he has to say, he's anxious.
2. The Date
Masterlist
Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x slight Marc Spector
Warnings: 18+ smut, just some making out (the good stuff is coming, so excited for you to read the next chapter oh my gosh)
Summary: Constantly kissing your cute neighbor Steven doesn't make him any less mysterious.
Words: 2.3 k
Notes: Thanks for all of your support! I get very happy every time I read your reactions to the fics, makes me want to write more and more! So, comments or suggestions are always welcome <3
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So⊠you might be as into your cute neighbor Steven as heâs into Ancient Egypt. Maybe even more.
As you get ready for tonight's first formal date, you try not to think about all the other casual friendly dates you've had already. Because just the recall of it itâs giving your heart palpitations.
But even as you try to focus on something else, you canât help looking back to that first bookshop date. Where you had to whisper close to each other due the book club meeting that was taking place in the store. Where you could smell his earthy cologne and fresh clean clothes blending with the dry scent of paper.
Your heart races just by remembering the way Steven kept looking at you, almost like he couldn't believe you were right there next to him. How he tried to hide his nervousness by pretending to be reading book titles every time you caught him staring at you.
Or that other date, a few bookshops after, the one in which you were in front of a massive table displaying bestsellers with discount stickers and one of them caught your attention.
It was a poorly designed erotica book cover featuring two impossible muscular werewolves and what seemed to be a half-naked mermaid, behind them a very obviously suggestive bed on fire.
This genre should have an annual cover contest, you thought running a finger over the cover.
The movement must have caught his attention.
âDo y-you like lovey-dovey literature?â he asked in a soft almost chocked voice, catching you off guard.
Lovey-dovey. Is even possible to be that cute? The butterflies made you giggle against your will.
Before you could reply he affirmed: âYour laugh must be the prettiest sound in the world.â His voice firmer that second time.
You were the one left breathless after that.
But even if you try not to think about it, there are little things scattered all around your flat that remind you of him. Like that street artistâs little canvas you saw once on display on your way back home after having coffee together, he bought it for you a few days later because you told him it evoked a landscape you enjoyed on a happy vacation as a kid. The Introduction to Mythology book that he lent you, asking you to let him know whenever you get to the moon gods part. The hippo stuffed animal called Taweret he brought you from the museum, even when he doesnât work there anymore. Or the pyramid of Giza souvenir placed in a special spot on your bookshelf, from that morning he came to you apologizing for the jilted date, briefly explaining to you he went urgently to Egypt but without giving too much away about why he had to.
That reminds you that even when heâs sweet, open, and thoughtful, thereâs still some air of mystery around him. You have the feeling that there are some significant information blanks you donât yet get to fill. And you always have that fact at forefront of your mind until you see him and he says something incredibly distracting and sweet and all you can focus on is controlling your reactions to what he does and what he says.
Exactly what happened when he asked you out a few days ago.
âIâve beenâIâve been meaning to ask you this for a while nowâ, he mentioned one morning when you ran into each other in the hallway. âThereâs a new vegan restaurant in the suburbs thatâs getting quite good reviews, you know? And I thought we could get a cab andâwhat I mean to ask you is that I would⊠I would like to take you out forâfor dinner.â
âSure, sounds goodâ you answered with a smile. You didnât give it much thought, youâve been going out visiting museums, bookshops, and cafes for weeks now.
But that wasnât it enough for him. He wanted to make it clear.
âIâmâIâm asking you out. Iâm asking you out on a date. A date-date. If⊠if you are interested, of course. If youâre not t-thatâs alright.â
Oh.
You weren't expecting such a straightforward Steven so early in the morning. It short-circuited your brain for a second.
âI am.â
âYeah?â He returned softly like he wasnât expecting you to say yes. His growing radiant smile debilitating in an addictive way.
It filled you up with the urge to make him happy just to get to see him smiling that same way over and over again.
Gentle knocks on your door interrupt your thoughts. An adrenaline rush spreads over your body as you open it.
âHey, neighbor.â
Heâs dressed all black and handsome.
âBloody hell, you look astonishingly peââ. He spouts as soon as he sees you, but then he seems to listen a voice in his head telling him to back up a little. âYou look beautiful,â he corrects a second later with sincere eyes.
And everythingâs perfect, all giggles, blushes, stolen glances, and almost-touching hands⊠that is, until you get to the new restaurant and thereâs a 2-hour waiting list to get a table.
âNo!,â he pleads heartbroken at the hostess. âReally?â
Once youâre outside you take a look around, there are no more restaurants in plain sight. Just a few remaining open fast-food places and a nearby park. You turn around to find a sad-puppy eyes Steven looking at you.
âIâm so sorry!âIâm so sorry I didnât check out first! I just blew off our date, didnât I? Bloody idiot I am. How could I not cheââ
âHey Steven, itâs ok. We can find something⊠maybe some burgers?â
âBurgers? But I wanted it to be special for you.â
He wanted this date to be special for you. He says it so casually, yet the words go straight to your heart.
You canât help but be as upfront with your emotions as he is.
âItâs special as long as Iâm with you.â You concede, holding his stare long enough to see his cheeks get a light pink glow. The radiant smile appears a few seconds after.
âLetâs find some burgers,â he says daring to softly hold your hand for the first time.
Well, you donât find burgers but you do find vegan pizza. And now youâre eating it at the park because the pizzeria was about to close when you got there and heâs still holding your hand and now youâve felt his touch you crave for more. Youâre dying to be closer, to rest your head on his shoulder, to caress his curls away from his face, to lean in and brush his fingers against his tanned skin.
Yet you hold back because everything feels perfect just as it is and youâre scared to ruin it.
Until he inclines, examining your eyes.
âHas anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?â
Heâs closer than he's ever been, your pulse starts racing.
Why does he have to smell so good? So right?
On purpose, your lips brush his ear as you whisper to him, desperate to feel him any way you can. âThat's the fourth time youâve complimented me today.â
Thatâs it for him. Shivers running down his spine, light-headed, and eyes closed, Steven angles his face, his lips almost coming against yours.
âCan I kiss you?â
Your lips part, the answer stuck somewhere in your throat.
And your heart âyour poor heartâ lost it at the total surrender in his voice. At the unfiltered need you hear.
âPlease?â he asks again, softer this time.
Unable to stop yourself and before you could even process it your lips are on his. The absence of an answer makes him gasp in your mouth. The sound seeping deep, deep inside of you.
At first, his kiss is soft, slow, taking his time exploring you. But then his body is coming against yours, seeking anything youâd give him.
And you think you might be dreaming again because youâve been wanting him for months now and the way his hands are tenderly holding you as close as you let him, the way his warmth is spreading over your skin everywhere youâre touching, god, the noises heâs making, itâs all too good to be true.
So you take both of you back to soft. Sweet. Light. And then you step back a bit to get some air into your lungs.
âThat was.. that was lovely. Perfect. You are perfectâ he says before chasing your lips one more time, as drunk on your touch as youâre on his, barely giving you any time to breathe.
You giggle on his lips, this is real. And heâs giggling too, happy. Kissing your cheek, your jaw, your lips again.
âI would kiss you forever if youâd let me, love.â He breaths as you trail your fingers through his hair and then around his neck until they came down to rest on his strong chest. He melts under your touch, still panting.
And he does.
Heâs kissing you all the time.
Every date youâve had after the date itâs been filled with an ever-increasing number of compliments, kisses, and soft touches that always leave you breathless and yearning. Every time you share more of your time with him, to the point heâs quickly becoming a part of the little daily domestic things like when he crosses the hall to eat breakfast with you or when youâre cooking dinner together or, later, when youâre washing the dishes laughing over something silly either of you just said.
Like now that he has offered to wash your hair after youâre done bleaching a little stripe, just for the pleasure of doing so intimate yet simple.
You look at him through the mirror. He looks very focused on the task heâs doing. Almost like helping you wash your hair was something very important for him and doesnât want to mess it up.
âAm I doing it all right, love?â, he asks smiling hesitantly.
He puts so much care and love into any little thing he does that you canât even think he could do anything wrong at all.
âMore than all right,â you smile back at him through the mirror. His smile grows and you melt into your seat.
Once your hair is completely wet, he starts applying the shampoo. And oh, his hands are so, so soothing, so comforting. He is touching you like you were something very precious and delicate that he could easily break at the slightest carelessness.
You canât help but hum in pleasure at the way the gentle press of his fingers feels against your scalp.
âI knowâ he whispers, out of breath.
You donât even realize you had closed your eyes until he abruptly stops.
When you open them he is staring at you through the mirror. But thereâs something different. He holds your stare for a second and then his gaze fall into his hands in your head, nearly lost.
His eyes that shined like a clear sunny sky just moments ago, now give the impression thereâs a storm forming inside them.
You donât know why but the change makes your heart race.
âAre you ok?â you ask.
His eyes make contact with yours across the mirror once more. It seems like he has a million different answers to give you. But then he just nods slowly, returning to the massage of your scalp a second later.
You think you are imagining it, but there is certain vehemence in the way he is touching you now, you donât know what you would call it but it carries less indecisiveness and more eagerness. Thereâs even a little frown that you donât think have seen in him before. He almost looks in pain. And even when your hair is more than clean by now, he doesnât stop.
âSteven?â you ask, placing your hand on one of his.
That seems to break the bubble he was in. His hands leave your scalp, you look at him in the mirror but he refuses to make eye contact.
He gives a step back, his hands full of foam and little white bubbles. You stop for a moment at the thought that even his posture seems to be somehow different. But you get distracted by the way he is pushing his head down into your neck, his sigh sending goosebumps all over your skin.
After a second he places a soft kiss between your shoulder and your neck.
And for some reason âmaybe because of the brief touch of his tongue over your skin that feels like he was savoring it for the first timeâ the kiss feels unlike any other kiss youâve shared with him till now.
âI'll be right back,â he mutters leaving the bathroom.
When he comes back, a few moments later, itâs like nothing happened. He excuses himself by saying he needed a glass of water but you know, you know thereâs more than that. You just donât have any idea what could it be.
He continues with the task ahead in silence, meditative. Just once your hair is wrapped in a towel he speaks again.
âHave youâHave you had time to read the book I lent you, love?â
The question catches you off guard.
âUh⊠I'm still not in the part you want, why?â
He thinks something and then silently nods to himself, gaining determination.
âThere are some things you need to know.â
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1. The Neighbor
Masterlist
Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Jake Lockley
Warnings: 18+ soft smut, just some making out (for now hehe, the whole I wanna be yours series will be NSFW 18+ so beware)
Summary: Your new cute and sweet neighbor Steven has you⊠intrigued.
Words: 1.3k
Notes: At the end of the chapter âŽ
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There are three people you know in the building. Two of them are friends with you, kind of. The first you met was your landlord whose flat is precisely underneath yours and he has complained already twice about how much noise your footsteps make in the afternoon, twice in the whole month you have rented it to him. So definitely not a friend. Your actual friend is the old lady who lives on the same floor, at the beginning of the hall, Miss Claire. The same day you were moving in she knocked on your door with a fruit basket as a welcome gift. You returned the gesture with an apple crumble. Since then she has shared her wisdom about the cheapest markets nearby, guidance on the fastest ways to get to your new job, book recommendations, and crochet tips over a warm and homey tea date at her place.
And there is Steven. Steven with a v, he had said. Your cute neighbor with messy hair, baggy clothes, and a gentle smile, whose door is in front of yours.
He was nice the first time he saw you, making time to introduce himself and having small talk even when he was running late for work. There you learned he worked in the gift shop at the London museum, that he was late because he had a sleep-walking problem and that he fought it by trying to stay awake but had slept at the last minute, that he was very into Ancient Egypt and spent a great part of his time studying the culture, that he had a goldfish named Gus and even offered to give you a tour around the best libraries and book shops around the neighborhood when you told him you worked as a translator and book editor. All of that in a cute rapid babble that got you smiling while he walked backwards through the hall to the elevator. Laters gators, he had screamed waving his hand before the doors closed in front of him.
That was the very best first impression of all the people you had met in London. The nicest and sweetest one. You were definitely interested on get to know him better.
But, of course, you werenât in a place to call him a friend yet. More of an occasionally friendly-like person. Because a few days later, when you bumped into him in the elevator, it took you a moment to recognize him. But when you finally greeted him he just stared at you for a few seconds, nodded, and stormed out as soon as the doors opened.
Thatâs why you were even more intrigued by him a few days later when he showed up at your door.
âI came to honor my word, you know. The book shops I told you about last time we saw each other? Remember? I thought we could set a date. Since Iâm a regular they often give me discounts so maybe if they see us together theyâll give you discounts too. Or I could just buy them for you. And I thought maybe I can show you my favorite coffee shop, bloody amazing tea⊠and coffee. I donât know which one you prefer but uhâAll this if you are still interested, of course. Thereâs no problem if youâre not. And if you are not busy because I guess you mightââ.
His rambling makes you giggle, but some of it confuses you. âYeah, I remember, Steven. And I would love to. But thatâs not the last time we saw each other thoâ.
ââŠWhat do you mean?â He asked, puzzled.
âThat time in the elevator at night?â. That got you no reaction. âYou were wearing a dark jacket, with a raised collar and a hat. I greeted you but you didnât seem to remember meâ.
This makes him giggle in return. âHow could I forget about you? You must have confused me with someone elseâ.
And even when you are almost certain that it was him in the elevator you let it pass because you get distracted by the way heâs smiling at you, how good he smells âa mix between a woody floral fragrance and freshly washed clothesâ, how his whole body seems to vibrate with contained energy, and how cheerful his brown eyes look when you both finally set a date.
Heâs not the only one who gets thrilled though. As the day of the date approaches, you get more and more excited. A nervous know forms in your belly and a soft giggle escapes your mouth every time you remember your cute neighbor.
You even bake an apple crumble for him the previous day to share before you two go on your bookshop tour. Since Miss Claire called it an absolute delicacy. Her words.
But then you wait and wait, and wait.
He doesnât show up. Neither the next day nor the day after that. Nor the week after that.
Days and weeks passed and you didn't get any news from him till the point you actually started to get worried about him.
So you were concerned, disappointed⊠and intrigued. Your slippery neighbor frequently coming to your mind. Thinking about the first time you met him in the hall, that time in the elevator when he just stared at you without saying a word, the intensity of his eyes in contrast with the way he looked at you a few days later when he came to you to set a date. All of it running around in your mind.
Until one night you wake up to strong knocks on your door.
And there he is. Steven.
But not the cheerful and energetic Steven you had talked to. No, in front of you was that one you had met in the elevator. The controlled and silent one. Heâs just looking at you, but this time thereâs a fervor in his eyes that leave goosebumps all over your skin.
And when you open your mouth to ask him what is he doing here, what has happened to him all this time heâs kissing you. His hands suddenly on your hips and your lower back, leading you inside your flat, holding you by your naked thighs and pressing you against the closed door.
You try to push away to breathe, to try to think. But now his lips are on your neck, on your collarbone. And you need to hold into something, so your hand finds his way to the curls of his head, his hat falling to the floor in the process. But he doesnât seem to care. Because heâs taking you to your bed. His mouth finding its way back to yours.
He takes a moment to admire you, once he has placed you onto the mattress. You open your mouth for the second time, trying to make any sense of whatâs happening. But he just shakes his head before you say anything, his eyes fixed on the way his hands are lifting up your shirt. Revealing little by little more of your body.
And you donât even feel like asking any more questions as long as he keeps touching you like this. Because now his mouth is making its way over your thigh while his hand caresses your ribcage under your shirt.
And every second he gets closer and closer to where you want him the mostâ
But then, again, almost like a deja-vu, you wake up to gentle knocks on your door.
And there he is, just like you wouldâve summoned him with your steamy dream, your âsort ofâfriendly neighbor Steven with what seems to be a souvenir of the pyramid of Giza in his hands.
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Notes:
Hi! This fanfic will be NSFW and contain smut so please 18+ readers only. Until the moment, I have planned ten chapters for this fic. This one, the first, starts with the Steven from the first episode. The one who doesnât know about Marc yet, thatâs when he and the reader meet for the first time. Those three or so weeks he spends away comprehends the whole Moon Knight Series timeline, so when he comes back to the reader heâs already gone through all. Heâs been in Egypt, has a good relationship with Marc, and doesnât know yet about Jake. Lastly, even when I love her Iâm going to take a creative license and erase Layla from my fiction world. Not completely, I think she and Marc were married and divorced, and thatâs it. Thereâs not any hate intended, just it would be easier for me to do it this way. This is the way hehe.
And yes, Miss Claire is the friend of the old lady scared of Steven in that elevator scene in episode one.
Thatâs all I wanted to say, thanks for reading <3
4. The Heartbroken
Masterlist
Steven Grant x Fem!Reader, Marc Spector x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut but not really, talks about being tied and not pulling out idk
Summary: So... Marc keeps running through your mind
Notes: I'm so so so so sorry this update is coming 3 years too late. I have no excuse. Please let me know if you want to be removed from the taglist, I totally understand <3
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You're constantly reminding yourself you shouldn't overthink this. It's not healthy. It's distracting. And to be honest, it's pointless. Because there's really not much to overthink about.
Yaaay, new chapter đđđ
I'll have to re-read the previous 3, before I start this one đ€
One thing that I find the most sad about us possibly not getting a Moon Knight season two is that Oscar REALLY nails his performance as the boys in my opinion. Because to me, he truly becomes three different people in his performances to the point that I genuinely think of you wiped my memory of the show and itâs plot, you showed me separate clips of each other boys, and told me that theyâre from different projects that heâs done, I would have believed you. They practically look different!
In theatre lango the face of an actor is referred to as âthe maskâ because facial expressions are so important to performances and characters. Itâs one of the big things that youâre taught as a beginning actor and can generally make or break the character youâre playing. And I swear Oscar does it SO FUCKING WELL because all three of the moon boys have such different ways their faces sit. Stevenâs expressions are more soft, with his eyes being more wide and fluttering, and his brows not being furrowed so hard even though Steven has a resting worried face. Meanwhile Marcâs eyebrows are always scrunched, his eyes are kept more narrowed and he keeps his vision on things like heâs assessing everything around him 24/7, and Iâm pretty sure heâs always tightening his jaw do his jaw line looks sharper. Which then contrasts Steven where he sort of keeps his loose and so he tends to have his mouth open a little so his jaw looks more softer. And then thereâs Jake. He looks so calm even though heâs canonically ready to fight at the drop of a hat, with his eyes being hooded over, maybe tightening his jaw and keeps his vision focused on something like Marc but keeps a cool sleazy smile like heâs ready for a fight but knows that heâs got it handled when it breaks out. Anticipating yet ready.
LIKE??? I could walk past all three of them on the street and maybe even have a full conversation with them and I would NEVER suspect that they were the same man. Triplets? Maybe. But I would have to see them switch first hand for me to be like âOh thatâs the same man!â
And thatâs what I mourn the most! We will probably never see this amazing performance ever again. Because Oscar poured so much into the boys that they genuinely were three different people and felt like it. And even if Disney+ tried to hook us back in with a season two where they place a new actor, even if Iâm willing to give them a chance and ignore the recasting and they got acting notes verbatim from Oscar himself and they listened, I could never find Marc, Steven, and Jake again because their faces and the mannerisms with their faces are so special that I could never see them on another face other than Oscarâs. And I hate that SO MUCH! Because even if I wanted to suspend my disbelief and try to believe that itâs them, I could never. Youâd just have to start the damn thing over from the start so the actor can truly be free to make the mask for Marc, Steven, and Jake.
Lavender Sensual
Pairing: Steven Grant x gn!reader (implied Jake Lockley x gn!reader, Marc Specter x gn!reader) Summary: Steven Grant has always been insecure about his identity, feeling as though heâs often forgotten by others. Once, youâve made a mistake by calling him âMarcâ during one heated session, he plans to show you, or maybe himself, that you could easily recognise him. Not through the way he articulates, but through other existing senses. Word count: 2.1k Content warnings: POV Second person, smut (MDNI), CNC (kinda), soft dom!Steven, oral, unprotected sex, missionary, blindfolds, light bondage, scent kink, light angst, no use of Y/N for reader-insert, not beta-read, overuse of italics. àȘâ⎠⥠General masterlist Wanna be added to / removed from the taglist? Tags: @urlocaloihefangirl @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Ao3 A/N: this is super rushed and super short, but listen... I saw @sergoliathbeetle 's Fragrantica post on TikTok involving my beloved Steven Grant. I loved loved loved it so much and felt super inspired to write something kinky, something sensual while emphasising the sexual world of senses rather than the smut itself. Lowk I like idea, but sorry for all of the grammar mistakes or poor execution :(( . I had to finish this asap before it would actually kill me.
â...For by my side you put on
many wreaths of roses
and garlands of flowers
around your soft neck.
And with precious and royal perfume
you anointed yourself.
On soft beds you satisfied your passionâŠâ
âPoems of Sappho, Sapphic fragments
I love when he's getting bold like this đ«Š
Alone Time - Marc Spector
wc: 1.5k, Content: video call sex, mutual masturbation
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Marc tries to remember the last time he was with you - what you said and what you wore. Here, now, he only has a handful of videos on his phone to get him through the loneliness of being without you.
He swipes his thumb across his phone's screen, pushing play on a video of you in the park one spring afternoon.
The sun kisses your cheeks as you laugh at something trivial. Your face is turned up to the sky, gazing at the clouds as Marc gazes at you adoringly.
He can't help himself. It's you.
His thumb swipes again, revealing a view of you from behind -
I need him đ«Š
so , uh â i kinda became obsessed with that silver streak silver lining hehe on oscar isaacâs head in wonât back down . it would be hilarious though if itâs just a trick lighting during filming , and i just made it all up in my head .
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Another spicy Poe Dameron cover for your viewing pleasure đ„đ§Ąđ€