Moon knight/Steven Grant/Marc Specter x reader (smut)
Sum: When waking up in his alter's bed, with his alter's girl, Marc has to get you back to sleep to make his escape. There is only one way to do that properly...
AN: A quick blurb between reader, Steven Grant and an unknown Marc Specter. Wrote this quickly without really thinking after the second episode. So not edited and not really thought out.
Also, I'm aware Moon Knight isn't the best representation of DID. That being said; I'm writing based on the context of the show.
Your relationship with Steven can best be described as sporadic. Mainly talking through texts, a phone call every now and then. Every blue moon you can arrange a lunch meet up or dinner after work. It took planning and rescheduling to get this date in place.
Around seven you broke new ground by coming to his apartment to meet. Before it’s always been at your place or ‘neutral ground’ of a coffee shop or restaurant.
He opened the door at your first knock. Likely waiting by the door but you’d never call him out on it. Especially when he looks at you like that with a smile that couldn’t typically be found during his day to day. Instead you simply say; “Hi.”
“Hi, uh, come in!” His arm motions towards his apartment in a grand gesture.
There were no hard plans laid out for the night. Steven had made dinner and you brought desert, both of which were finished within the hour. Steven only chewing faster when you made the joke about “the cobblers’ not the only dessert on the menu.”
He still had the wide-eyed look when you came around the table.
“Can I kiss you?” You asked, innocently.
“Of course, Love. Of course.” He says and closes the distance to a kiss.
You laugh between the kisses. “Bloody hell,” You say, mocking his accent. Hand sliding down his chest.
Steven stops to look at you. “Actually, since we’re in England, you’re the one with the accent.”
Your hand reaches its destination between his legs. “I’m also the one your cock is gonna be inside of.” You say as if you weren’t the one to start the conversation.
His kisses are more rapid pecks than full on making out. He stands from the table to start moving. Holding your face with both hands, thumbs rubbing over your cheeks. One sliding to the back of your neck as if you may slip away like a dream.
He keeps some kind of hold on you before, during and after sex. Hold your face and breasts at the beginning. When he lays down on the bed he insists on at least one hand intertwining with yours when you ride. Little dents from dull fingers nails can be found on your back when he cums. Holding you so close you may as well be apart of him.
The cuddling only stays that way for a few minutes before he’s up and moving.
You didn’t want to be presumptuous in spending the night, but both of you were thinking it before you even arrived. That you brought a little travel toothbrush meant nothing. What did mean something was how he went about his nightly routine in front of you.
Blue tape on the door, feeding Gus, and walking a circle around the bed with a little pallet of dirt. He looks at you with what can only be called embarrassment. He had told you about his disorder, about his routine, and about everything. But having you be there while all this is being done was a whole other ball game.
You tried to do your own routine while he does his. Brushing your teeth. Taking meds. Putting on your t-shirt and pajama pants. All that before getting back into the bed. Flipping open whatever book was closest in reach. Of course it was something about Egyptology. Not the worst subject but Steven could have told you everything you’d ever want to know about it better than a book could.
“Would you like some water or pop or…?” Steven says, finishing his circle of sand.
“A spot of tea?” You ask, using the mocking accent again.
Steven stops his short walk towards the kitchen. Turning back around towards the bed.
“Well now you’re not getting anything.” He says, the bed dipping as he climbs back in. “Nothing at all.”
Of course you got something later on that night.
Steven sleeps facing you, his arms around your back, holding you firmly. To retaliate your leg was placed firmly on his hip. Come summer, when things heat up in a whole different way, you’ll probably have to find a new to cuddle.
You’re stirred awake in the wee hours of the morning by Steven’s shifting. Softly touching your arms to try and unwrap them from his neck. Out of instinct you pull him closer, getting a groan out of him when he’s pulled tight.
With your leg still around his hip it’s impossible to ignore the erection pressing against your core. It brings your own groan that stops all of Steve’s movements.
“Mmm, mornin’.” You whisper, nuzzling closer.
“Hey…Baby.” He replies.
His voice is laced with sleep but it’s different in another way. Your hands cup his face, rubbing over his cheeks and forcing him to look at you. He’s looking around your face when you kiss him softly.
“You okay?” You asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” He says, moving his leg and a distinct jingle in heard.
He leans up and over to the chain around his ankle. You taking the chance to stretch with all the extra room. Glancing at the clock and finding it to be barely three in the morning.
Sitting up with him you press against his back. A hand on either of his forearms while you kneeled up to kiss his neck. He doesn’t respond to your attention until the chain is completely off. Turning his head towards you and catching your mouth in a kiss.
“Where you going?” You asked.
His hand covers one of yours on his forearm. Thinking for a second before talking.
“Nowhere, Staying right here with you.” He says. Turning around to take you into another, deeper, kiss.
His kisses were harder, like biting onto your lips. It pushed you down until you’re flat on your back. Steven becoming more aggressive as his hands slide up under your shirt. His hands are cold when they each cup and grip your breasts.
Although his grip is hard and your hips are pushing up against him, you couldn’t help but laugh. Gripping his hair and tugging it until he looks up at you.
“You’re American accent is bloody brilliant.” You say, mocking his original accent while doing so.
His eyebrows tilt ever so slightly but quickly return to normal. “Been practicing.” He says, the British accent barely making an appearance.
You laugh again and he kisses again. He so suddenly and with enough force that you moan at the dominance pressing you into the bed. Only lasting long enough for his hand to find the back of your thighs and turning you right over.
It’s been near impossible to find this level of…aggression out of Steven. He’s usually the gentle sort. Who kisses kindly and asks permission to squeeze your ass. Only once had you done it from behind, Steven explaining that he liked seeing your face. When he did take you like this, on all fours and facing away, he stayed pressed to your back. Refusing to get any further away then was needed to penetrate properly.
“Love the excitement but can we-oh.” Your request for more foreplay was interrupted by his tongue.
Spreading your thighs wide Steven delved into your pussy like a starving man. Flat tongue sliding between your lips and to your entrance. Without hesitation he penetrates with tongue and finger, not giving you enough time to think let alone breathe.
All you had time to do was lean forward into the bed. Face down, ass up that you had yet to experience with Steven.
“Steven…” You whispered and he heard. Going faster with his fingers until the room was almost echoing with the wet sound of your pussy getting the appreciation it deserved.
How could the man last this long without air? There was no point in asking, so long as he kept going. Especially when the abuse on your entrance is matched with three fingers sliding slopping circles over your clit.
Attention and spit and movements created cool feelings through your legs and arms. It built behind your pelvis. Growing and growing with your moans and thanks and calling of Steven’s name. It pressed your face into the bedsheets with an open mouth. Gasping out and wanting more but not able to ask the right question.
Instead of asking you used what little willpower you could manage. Supporting your torso with one arm while the other reached back to those dark brown locks. Tangling them in your fingers and pulling.
The fingers inside are gone. They grab the wrist holding his hair and force you to let go.
“Stay down,” He ordered, only continuing when you resume the position.
The pleasure and pressure builds again as his three fingers become two. Sliding through your soaked lips to massage your clit more precisely. His tongue leaving your hole as he kisses one cheek. And then the other. Deciding which side would be better before biting onto the left.
This definitely wasn’t normal Steven behavior, not that you were complaining at the moment. Making a sound that can only be compared to an animal when he bit down.
The orgasm wasn’t an explosion behind your eyes or a fire in your belly. It was a cold celebration that squeezed out into your arms and legs. It rocked with his fingers until you were whining into the bed, reaching back to warn him that you were already spent.
He doesn’t caress your back or ask how you are like before. He retracts from your body. Only his hand on your backside remained. That only doing so to guide you over and onto your side.
“Shit…” you said, as what else was to say?
“Go to sleep,” he said, that one hand staying until you unintentionally obeyed.
You slept for at least three hours. Long enough for Steven to take his place back at your side. Long enough for your pajama pants to become annoying around your ankles. And long enough for Steven to jolt awake. Something he apologizes for every time. This time being no different.
“It’s okay,” You mumbled, pulling him back down to your arms. “Last night is gonna make it okay for a while, babe.”
“I do make a good dinner.” He says, nuzzling into your embrace.
