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hi! i dunno if your requests are still open but if they are i was wondering if you could write headcanons for dr strange and/or tony with a male so whos sorta like a eldritch god/horror? if not i understand but thanks anyways(:

Marvel x eldritch horror male reader

  How did you know non-human reader fics were one of my favorites?

I sprinkled in some Steven Grant cuz I am obsessed with him, even though I haven’t watched the show yet, hope that’s okay lmao. I don’t know much about DID so I tried not to mention it much, and used what I know, so hopefully its alright.

I loosely based the readers main appearance of an oc of mine who is something like an eldritch horror themselves ^^

 I may have gotten carried away, but enjoy anyways.

Tony Stark

-          You meet when Tony is trapped in space with Nebula. You were just floating through space like always, taking in the sights and whatnot when you saw the ship and felt living organisms inside. One of them feels near death though, so you worry.

-          You haven’t interacted with many humans in your eternal life, so you panic and slither your everchanging form into the ship towards the dying being. Feeling around you with your smoke like mass, and using your abilities you can tell he is dying from lack of oxygen, so you make some.

-          He’s still falling unconscious, but not dying this time. So, you grace his mind just enough to get an impression, and take the form he would find most pleasing to look at. You end up taking him into your now only two arms, and holding him as he rests.

-          Things pass like in the movie, except you easily reverse what Thanos did and take the stones away from the ugly grape and fling him into the void.

-          Now that the threat is gone you grow close to Tony, and take great interest in human culture. You could learn it all immediately if you pleased, but having Tony show you and explain it made what would be your heart warm up.

-          In the beginning Tony, and all his companions, thought you were some type of alien that took human form, like the Skrull. So, it was kinda awkward to explain that you weren’t just that, you were what they called an eldritch horror.

-          Tony needed some time to come to terms with it, especially the fact that you were far beyond science. But after a while he seemed to just accept it, giving up that he couldn’t ever figure you out. Though he does try to at times still.

-          The two of you start dating, and it takes some time to get used too, mainly for Tony. You grow more comfortable letting your human go and just being more yourself. Though you keep your form mainly human.

-          You help out the Avengers at times, but mainly leave it to the heroes to go save the world. Though you will swoop in if they’re in life threatening danger.

-          You pick up cooking, though it isn’t very successful in the beginning, but tony seems to be very supportive, though he isn’t that happiest to be the taste tester as some of the dishes he swears are cursed.

-          You get better over time though.

-          The relationship is announced to the public, and you have to keep your human form when out and about for obvious reasons. The world is led to believe you have shadow based powers and have lived alone for most of your life, which makes up for you not understanding many parts of society just yet.

Stephen Strange

-          You meet when Stephen is doing magic work, maybe he has to cross over to the shadow between realities or universes to collect something or fight someone. He catches your attention by entering your domain, which normally no one can enter.

-          You keep your attention of the cloaked man, as he moves through your darkness with ease that surprises even you. His cloak flinches back when you reach a shadow up to pull on it, which confirms that it is alive.

-          The magic-user walks around your domain for a long time looking for what he’s after, but can’t seem to find head nor tail in the eternal darkness. You feel what’s almost akin to pity, like what you feel when you see a kitten stumble and fall. So, collecting a tiny part of your mass, you take a human-like shape.

-          The shape is like if you took shadows and dark mass and shoved it into a human shaped mold. You hadn’t really met humans before and you didn’t want to dig through his mind, so you took the next best option.

-          Stephen gets ready to fight when you appear, but when it becomes obvious, you’re friendly he tells you why he’s there and what he’s after. You offer to help him which he hesitates with at first, but ends up accepting. With little work of your powers, you’ve moved the two of you to what he needed

-          The two of you fall into talks, you mainly asking questions which he only seems to answer out of politeness as this is your realm, but as time passes, he becomes more friendly. He’s on edge around you in the beginning, but it lessens up.

-          When he leaves you vow to visit him regularly, which you then do. You pull apart the curtains of reality and step into whatever room he’s in, and as time passes you start to take a more human form as you learn about them. Though you keep certain features about yourself, like having more than two arms and smoke-like clouds rising from you at times, though Stephen doesn’t seem to mind at all.

-          The sorcerer grows to really apricate your company, and he treats you much warmer as time passes.

-          You dating is never really said in words, at some point you just start staying with him for longer, you start holding each other and kissing. Its only when Wong tells you to take your sucking faces somewhere else it clicks for the both of you.

-          Your relationship continues as normal, doing sorcery things, reading books, traveling places. Though now there’s more physical affection.

-          Stephen is very interested in the special brand of magic you use, though you explain it isn’t magic and just more you are bending reality to your will. He’s still very interested though.

-          He takes time off from being sorcerer supreme to spend time together, the two of you especially like traveling to other planets or alike to explore or go on holiday.

Steven Grant (Marc and Jake too i guess)

-          Unsurprisingly you meet Steven because of moon knight business. You first spotted him when he entered the afterlight as it is partly your domain, but before you could interact with him, he left again. You’re intrigued by the man, so you keep one of your many million eyes on him.

-          You let small parts of yourself start to slither into the human realm by poking holes in the fabric that is reality. Normally you would just have shoved a chunk of yourself out there, but the god that follows Steven around would notice immediately. Not that you couldn’t win with ease if the god wanted to fight, but you didn’t feel like it.

-          You had planned to grace over his mind for a shape when he slept, but he so rarely did. It made the small part of yourself you had put under his bed jolt as he got right back up, after he had gone to sleep. Flexing your abilities, you figured out there were not one, not two, but three people in the body, one of them being Steven.

-          Now you have always been an eternal everchanging being, so it didn’t weird you out or anything, you simply noted down for later to pay attention to who was fronting and that was it.

-          Weeks pass like this, and you’re comfortable just watching and observing. That is until Steven apparently gains control of the body in the middle of a battle. He’s lost and doesn’t even realize he’s in a fight until he almost gets punched.

-          Steven appears not to be much of a fighter, but you stay still until one of the people he was fighting pulls out a gun, which you now know is a weapon. You collect all the small shadows you’ve had cross over and mash them together to take form. You take a human form, the only thing showing you’re less than human nature are your eyes, which turn pitch black.

-          You make quick work of the goons, going as far as to crush the gun in your hand and flinging the people across the street and into a dumpster.

-          The god that follows Steven around immediately gets confrontational and curses at you and wants you gone, but you ignore him to crouch down to Steven and ask if he’s alright, lifting a smoke covered hand, where the smoke slithers around and seems to heal whatever bruises and cuts he has.

-          It takes some explaining and calming Steven down to explain who and what you are, and why you are there. He blushes when you explain how you found him so interesting and sweet you couldn’t help but want to stick around.

-          Khonsu seems to stop his cursing and threats when he figures out you are far beyond even his level of power, though the two of you don’t seem to realize. You don’t even notice when he seems to leave, giving you major side-eye.

-          One thing leads to the next and you’re spending a lot of time together, though its just you and Steven since you leave when you notice the other two fronting. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable or anything, and you and Steven thought that since Marc and Jake kept a lot of secrets in the past from him, its okay until you two know each other more.

-          When you start officially dating you end up introducing yourself to Marc and Jake, who both seem quite uneasy with you, but when they hear how you and Steven talk about each other they begrudgingly agree.

-          They won’t admit it, but they start to like you too, and get red in the face when you compliment them or hug them.

-          You and Steven talk about his interests for hours, and you can tell him many things that Khonsu doesn’t know or hasn’t told him, you even go as far as to tell him about how you have your own realm and alike. You visit it at some point, though there isn’t much to see as its just darkness and void.

-          Steven helps you learn the ways of the human world, though he struggles with it himself too, so you lean on each other for support. Though most days it can become quite a lot and you’ll just go home and cuddle in bed until Steven falls asleep and either Marc or Jake takes over, the man blushing when they realize they’re in your arms.

Brother

Marc Spector x Male!Reader (platonic)

words: 1.2k

a/n: I had to write a platonic fic with marc. I have grown attached to him. Warning verbal abuse is mentioned and some injuries but nothing too bad. Plus grammar mistakes and I think his a lil occ

The walls in Marc's flat were thin as shouting could be heard next door. He isn't the one to pry, but it's inevitable to hear what's going on. He can distinguish between the voices, a man shouting and a teen.

Y/n slammed the door of his flat and headed straight for the elevator. His hands were trembling out of fear and anger. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, eyes red from tears and sweat coating his forehead, his hair sticking to it.

Guilt weighed down on Y/n as he stepped out of the elevator to the rooftop. A gust of cool wind hit him, he always found peace up here.

Y/n sat on the ledge, his feet dangling off it. He didn't mean to react so violently. The argument replayed again and again in his head, his guilt weighing heavier each time.

His train of thoughts came to a stop when he felt a tap on his shoulder making him jolt and his heart drop making him hold on the ledge

"Woah! Kid, be careful." Marc held Y/n down by his shoulders in case he slipped.

"Jeez don't sneak on me like that" He let out a sigh of relief and turned to glance at Marc hopping off the ledge. "What are you doing up here?"

"I thought you needed some company. I can leave if you want?" Marc asked him.

The first time he saw Y/n he was injured and patching himself up at the rooftop sitting on the ground. Marc went up there for fresh air or peace for once until he saw a the teen. His arm was cut a bit and his knuckles were bruised. Seeing this, anyone would be concerned, so he approached the teen.

"Hey kid, you good there?"

The teen looked up at the sudden voice. Noticing the man, he froze up for a second before responding "Y-yeah I’m fine..just tripped and stuff"

Marc raised an eyebrow at his excuse

"Yeah right you're gonna get an infection if you don't do it properly here" Marc approached the teen and grabbed the gauze, cotton balls, and iodine and applied it to his arm. The teen hissed and flinched in pain, but let the stranger patch him up. Marc was trying to be gentle, not wanting to hurt him. He finished it off by wrapping up his knuckles.

"I- uh thank you sir.. " He awkwardly thanked the unknown man, to which he acknowledged him with a nod

"My name's Marc. You better put ice on your knuckles to lessen the pain. What really happened anyway?" Marc asked, raising a brow, he was a tad bit curious

"Well... I kinda had a run in with some jerks in school. My parents would be livid if they found out I fought someone so I'm patching up here. The name’s Y/n " Marc hummed acknowledging his words. He stood up from his crouched position and offered his hand to Y/n which he took.

"Look kid, I gotta go. Be careful next time yeh?" Y/n nodded thanking him again before he left.

“Seriously again?”

“Hey look man, they started it. They're picking on my friend I can’t let them get away with it.” Y/n stated. He once again got into a fight

“Come on, get in” Marc opened his door, fully letting in the troublemaker. He sighed at Y/n this was the fourth time this has happened. Since their first meeting, Y/n bought him some food as a thank you. They would usually come across with each other on the rooftop.

Marc isn’t known to be very sociable, but Y/n would always talk to him. It wasn’t too bad of a change. He needed company once in a while. From then on they would sometimes hangout going out somewhere. Marc has grown to care for the teen almost like an older brother of sorts, especially after knowing what happens in his family.

"No- wait, stay please." Marc softly smiled at that and stood beside him, handing out a plastic bag. "What is it?" Y/n asked to take the bag from him. Peeking inside, two sandwiches. One of your favorite ones too.

"I was heading home earlier thought I'd bring you some" Y/n smiled at him and thanked him, grabbing one handed it out to Marc, which he took.

They sat there together on the ledge in a comfortable silence until Marc broke the silence. "Kid have you been doing alright?" He asked, glancing his way. "I mean it's you know the usual. Could be worse... you heard something earlier didn't you?" Y/n's voice cracked as he spoke, staring at the street lamp below.

"Mm..the walls here are thin. You don't have to tell me but what's bothering you huh? anyone you want me to fight?" He said, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n sighed and laughed a bit at his words. He tried to get the words out of his mouth, but his mind was going a hundred miles per hour. The memory of what had happened earlier flashed back into his mind, making his chest feel heavy from guilt. His eyes started to water that Marc noticed, making him pull the teen to his closer to his side, trying to give him comfort.

"I don't know what to do anymore, I'm so scared. I-i just can't control my emotions anymore-" Y/n cut himself off, letting out a sob as he covered his face with his hand. Marc continued to listen, rubbing his shoulder.

"I never shout at them like that, you know. My parents I just don't know where to place my anger. It was just sudden he started shouting about something I was doing and how I look at him like... I’m disgusted" More tears spilled out his eyes and he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down

"I got so... scared I stormed out of there. God I just shouted if they understand why I always run away from him but my mom said no they don't. H-he just wouldn't shut up so I shouted so loud for him to stop. I know I should communicate with them.. I did try that but it didn't work, before I could just keep quiet but I just can't stop it right now. I know why they act like this.. I know their parents were horrible and they think this is right. That's why I always feel so guilty for getting mad at them. I know what they're doing is wrong but i still feel horrible"

Y/n finished off. Tears were starting to stain his face, his nose was stuffy, and his eyes were red once again. It was quiet for a few minutes as they just sat there in silence. Marc's eyes softened as he looked at Y/n as he leaned his head on his shoulder.

Marc remembered his childhood. He knew how he felt. No words needed to be said, someone being present is better than enough.

"Thank you Marc, I really needed someone right now. I hope I wasn't bothering you or something" Y/n smiled at him

"Don't worry about me kid. I'm always here for you alright? I might as well be your brother." Marc reassured them and grinned, which he reciprocated.

"Now come on, before it gets too dark let's head outside and get food you want." He stated and hopped off the ledge as Y/n followed suit.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk || Layla El-Faouly x m!reader

Masterlist

Summary: You are Layla's ex-boyfriend. After a night of binge drinking, you feel the urge to text your ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: descriptions of smutty behaviours

Word count: ~ 840

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Sexting Here's a non-linear story where Layla had a relationship with a male reader before she met Marc, and she is not truly happy with him and misses her ex. The warning has been given

You returned home completely wasted. While playing with a screen under the influence of alcohol, you got a stupid idea and wrote to your ex, Layla, asking whether she liked a picture of a sticking cock you've sent her.

She replied after a minute with a picture of her tits and a note "jerk yourself at it"

You: I didn't mean that, but thanks, I haven't seen you for a long time, honey

Layla: Now you have to show yourself as well

You sent her a picture of your dick, or rather boxers, with equipment clearly defined underneath.

Layla: What is this? Y/N, I wanted a cock! 🍆

You: And I'd like a pussy! 🥵👅

"Now show me your cock!" Layla texted, along with a picture of her spread legs and her open pussy.

Perhaps she's drunk as well, you thought as she started being vulgar. She received a photo of a cock without boxers, standing slightly.

Layla: I want it how I like it! Put it up, it must be stiff and shiny! Play it like you mean it

You: 😏It would have to be slimed by you and hung over your head 😏😏

Layla: You'd have to be in a position hahaha, what a silly idea, Y/N

Layla received a short clip after you lowered the phone and took a nice angle, turned on the recording, and started jerking off, thinking about her.

Layla: Thanks, it's been a long time since I've seen one up close

You: But you have a man, what's his fucking name? Marc?

Layla: Yeah... fucking like it's a formality in the bank

You: What do you mean?

Layla: Spreading my legs, turning around, showing my ass, stretching my ass with my hands, grinding my holes with his cock until he cums, pushing the cum out, wiping myself, washing up and going to sleep, that's my reality. Have you already cum, luv?

The thought of her being so sexually uncomfortable made you frown slightly. She sent another text after a longer period of time, asking again: Layla: Have you cum?

You: Nah, didn't write to have cyber fun lol 😂 I didn't think you were just fucking around, no fun, but rather you always liked a bit of fun before and after 😏

Layla: My preference would be to watch a cock straddle me in my every hole rather than simply feeling the lubricating gel, followed by a hard cock in my unstretched ass

You: From your perspective, how did it work out?

She must have been offended, you thought after waiting about 15 minutes after your last text was left without a response from Layla. Due to the late hour, you decided to take a shower. When you set your alarm clock after the shower, you noticed a message notification. You checked it reluctantly, convinced that you had just received another ranting message. Instead, this was the biggest message you've ever seen someone send. It resembled a fucking essay.

Layla: When I knelt in front of your erect cock, just looking at it, taking it in my mouth, licking it, and sucking it made me turn on 😍 Additionally, grabbing your slightly dangling balls was always a good way to keep you from shoving your cock down my throat, since you often fucked me in my throat like you were driving into my ass without resistance haha 🥵 When I held your cock in my mouth, I often had to suck to keep my neck from getting too tired. My neck hurt anyway after a while, so I put my hands on your ass and pushed you down. Your cock would then push into my mouth as you dropped yourself down, and I could see the ball sack coming toward my face. I felt the hard cock kneading my tongue and going almost down my throat, which I didn't like because I can't deep throat. Your half-hard cock with cum hanging over my face always got my attention, as did your cum running down your cock on the video when you jacked off, or when I finished you off with my hand while lying on your back for a hand job with my fingers drilling into your ass and me sucking on your balls. Watching you cum for me again or feeling your sperm on my face would be wonderful. Please don't take me for a pervert, but fuck, I miss you, Y/N 🥺

It was a severe shock, and your dick was standing all over the place; your response was to push your sweatpants down to record yourself jerking to the camera again until you spurted your cum on your lower, well-built abdomen, with a grunt.

Layla: That's what I needed, handsome. Now wash your dick and go to bed, because we have a long day tomorrow, don't we? Would you like to hang out, then?

You: Sure. If you message me when you're in our pub, I'll meet you there, ok?

Layla: Yes. If I said I didn't miss you, I'd lie... See you then, babe ❤️