☾ Now I can see you ☽

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Sequel to ’I can almost see you’. Next part ‘Can you see me?’

Sequel; One-shot?; A bit of Smut; Fluff; ANGST.

Summary: Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.

Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).

Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!

Italics are flashbacks!

Gif credits to their respective owner!

“Oh, Marc…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.

“Hold on a little longer, baby.” He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. “You’re a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!” He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.

“Kiss me. Marc, kiss me.” She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. “Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—.”

Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.

“We’re very good at this.” He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. “So good that we ended up like this.” She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband’s body.

Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.

“Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not.”

“Like that life we could never have?”

“For example.”

“It still seems like a dream that we’ve come this far, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” He replied, “The life we thought we could never have… it turns out we’ve managed to create it. Quite literally.”

"I’m glad to be able to do it with you.” She caressed her husband’s face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. “Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She’s very lucky, I’m very lucky too.”

“Lucky us, darling.” Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.

They loved her, they were lucky.

“I couldn’t agree more with Steven.” Marc said now.

After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.

Round 2 perhaps was coming?

It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.

An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.

“No, no, no. No… it can’t be, it’s still too early.” whispered in panic. “Marc…!” She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn’t see anything. “Marc?” She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”

Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.

However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.

Blood. A lot of blood.

The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn’t until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. “Marc.” She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.

“So if it’s a girl, do you want to name her Layla?” Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby’s crib

“Yes.” Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”

Steven shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla…but do you think it’s a good idea to name your daughter after your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn’t answered him.

“I have you both because of her. She’s the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven.” She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. “She’s a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it’s the least I can do.”

“Well…” said Steven, placing a hand on his wife’s, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. “It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well… in case it’s a girl.”

She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad we agree.” She whispered with a goofy grin.

“I didn’t say I agreed.” Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.

The woman sighed. “Ugh, Marc…” she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.

“I like the name, I really do, but I think we’re overdoing it. I think it’s a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more.” Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.

“And what do you think our daughter should be named?” she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.

“Well… I’m not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”

”-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname.“ Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.

"Steven…” sighed Marc in exasperation.

“And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?”

“Well, it’s short for-”

“-Taweret!” Steven cut Marc off again.

“Steven!” Marc exclaimed. “Stop interrupting me.”

“You want to call our daughter Taweret!?” Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. “I love Taweret, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She’d get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think.”

“Hey, I didn’t laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she’s the one who helped us get back from the Duat.”

The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. You’re right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that.” As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. “But now that I think about it… Tattie makes sense, the baby won’t be much bigger than a potato now.”

“Small potato!” Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. “Oi! How’s it going in there, sweetheart?”

She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.

“You’re going to be a show as parents.” She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.

When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.

“Where could he have gone?” she thought, over and over again. “Marc… Steven? I-I need you-” she tried to hold back her sobs.

It couldn’t be possible that this was happening.

“Guys…” she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. “Tattie…” she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.

She couldn’t lose her. Not her baby.

Not now.

“I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something.” Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.

God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.

“Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows.” She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband’s lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. “Ahh… Steven do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, completely.”

Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that, darling.” He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.

Seeing her reaction to his touch.

Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.

“Sweet.” He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. “You have no idea how sweet you are.”

“Don’t even think about stopping.” She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.

And so he continued.

The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.

“Steven?” she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. “Something’s not right. The baby…” she tried to contain herself, once again. “Something’s not right.”

Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that’s when she came across something she hadn’t expected to see.

A gun, large caliber.

What the fuck?

She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.

“I love you.” Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. “I love you.” He repeated with a big smile on his face.

“I love you too.” It was the first time they’d both said it, even though they’d already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. “Very much.”

“Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already.” Marc commented, taking control of his body. “But just so you know, I was here first, Steven.” Marc joked.

“I love you too, Mr. Spector.”

“I know. How not to.”

“You cheeky bastard.”

That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity

“I need help…”

“I can see that.” Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven’s, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.

She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. “There is too much blood.” He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. “It’s not all yours though, don’t worry.”

It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked him through her teeth.

“Oh, right. We’ve never met before.” Spoke the man she didn’t recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It’s exhausting.”

She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.

Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.

“Excuse my manners, bonita.” He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”

Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven’s. That comforted her.

She didn’t know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn’t have time to worry either, because everything went black.

She no longer felt anything.

But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.

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This weekend, hopefully tonight, I’ll post the second part of I CAN ALMOST SEE YOU! There will be a bit of Smut, Fluff, and Angst. We will also have Soft!Marc and Soft!Steven! So if you’re interested and want me to tag you, just interact with this post and check the fist part, perhaps?✨

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☾ Can you see me? ☽

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader / Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Part three of ‘I can almost see you’and‘Now I can see you’.

Third part of the story; One-shot??; ANGST; tiny bit of fluff.

Summary:After a traumatic experience, without Marc and Steven by your side, all you have left is Jake Lockley. A complete stranger to you.

Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, kinda OOC!Jake Lockley?

Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!

Italics are flashbacks!

Gif credits to their respective owner!

It was instinctive. The first thing she did when she opened her eyes, with difficulty, and realised that she was in unfamiliar surroundings — in a hospital, apparently — was to put her hands to her belly.

She felt no pain at all, possibly because of the medication.

What she did feel was how her belly, which the last time she touched was full and round, was now soft and empty, slightly swollen as well.

Her baby was not where it was supposed to be. That’s when panic came overwhelmingly upon her.

“Where’s my baby?” she asked, looking around agitatedly, as she sat back up in bed. A sense of despair washed over her, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to look around, searching for her baby. “W-where’s my daughter!?” She exclaimed demanding an answer when she saw a nurse enter the room.

“Mrs. Spector, don’t worry.” The nurse told her as he came to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You must not waste your strength.”

“Where’s my baby?” she asked the nurse, agitated, almost out of breath. “Is she all right? Is she—?”

At that moment, she could see that behind the nurse, coming through the doorway was Layla, accompanied by another nurse.

"Call the doctor.” Said the attending nurse to his colleague, who nodded and disappeared.

“Layla.” Called the woman to her friend, who came to her and held her hand as she sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want a doctor. I want my baby.”

“I’m sorry, ma'am, but that won’t be possible. The little one is-”

“-No. No. No. I want my baby. My— bring me my baby. Bring me my daughter!” She exclaimed to the nurse, who turned away from her as she saw how upset she was starting to get.

Layla tried to calm her down, calling her name and taking both of her hands, trying to get her attention in an attempt to calm her down.

“I want my daughter! My baby! Bring her to me!

It was then when the doctor and two other nurses entered the room, between them they laid her back down on the bed. She was so panicked and agitated because of not receiving any clear answer to her request, that it caused the monitor which she was hooked up to, to start beeping.

Her vitals were skyrocketing. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

"Easy, easy. Honey, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be fine.” One of the nurses said as she held her.

She glanced towards the door, where before she was knocked unconscious again, due to the sedative she had been given, that she could see the familiar silhouette of a man.

“Marc…?” was the last thing she could whisper with difficulty, before the sedation took effect.

She looked at the cot that Steven had once set up for the baby.

It was empty, her daughter wasn’t sleeping in it as she had once hoped to see when she came home from the hospital. She felt guilty about everything that had happened.

She never thought she would come home from the hospital with empty arms, alone. Without her daughter or her boys.

She felt like she was drowning on dry land.

“I’m so sorry…” she whispered as she picked up a small stuffed animal from the cot. A small camel, which had been so funny to Steven once, when they had seen it the first time they had gone shopping for their daughter. “You’re supposed to be here, with me. You’re supposed to be in my arms…” she whispered tearfully, as she sat down in the rocking chair, still staring at the cot.

She couldn’t help but burst into tears as she rocked and cuddled the little cuddly toy, wishing it was her daughter.

When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark. Night had fallen. She could see at the end of her bed, by the window, the silhouette of her husband.

There was a full moon that night.

The soft light coming through the window illuminated his face, he was silent, watching the city through the window. His beautiful dark, curly hair reflected the light, in the way she loved to watch, as when they used to take evening strolls in summer under the starry nights.

“What happened?” She asked him in a whisper, fearful of the answer he might give her.

He looked at her for a few seconds, silent again, before moving a little closer to the bed. “You had a severe panic attack this morning. They had to sedate you to calm you down.”

The woman tried to quiet all the thoughts racing through her mind. She had to focus and ask the one question she felt most urgent to ask. “Is our daughter… alive?”

“Yes. She’s alive.”

Jake. It was Jake Lockley who had answered it, not Marc or Steven.

“How long have I been here?” She asked him with a frown, watching as he moved closer to her.

“Almost a week.” He replied, as he ran a hand through his hair. “Do you remember anything about what happened that night?”

“I remember all the blood.” She replied sharply. “All my blood, and the one you told me wasn’t mine, too. I remember you too, claiming to be the new owner of the body.” She gritted her teeth, seeing him sitting next to her. “You are the Avatar of Khonshu.”

“That’s not a question.”

“It’s a fact.” She spat. “Just like it’s a fact that it was you who killed Harrow.”

“Bingo.”

“Why are you still here?”

“Why would I be?” He asked, tilting his head, curious to know her answer. “Because of my daughter. Because of you.”

“She’s not your daughter.” She said angrily. “She’s mine, and Marc and Steven’s. I don’t know who the fuck you are, I don’t know you.”

“Bonita, that’s a bit hypocritical of you, don’t you think?” he laughed wryly. “Weren’t you the one who told her husband that she would accept any of his personalities? That they were part of the package and that you loved him unconditionally even with them?” He took her by the chin and smiled arrogantly. “Well, spoiler alert, my dear. I am one of them.”

She turned her face away from his grip. “I want you to leave.”

“Ah nah. That’s not going to happen.” He sighed as he stood up. “I’ve come to stay, preciosa.”

After that they didn’t cross any words again that night. She tried to go back to sleep, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Marc and Steven’s absence. Jake seemed to really mean it when he said he was the new owner of the body. She was mentally tired. All she wanted was to see her daughter, who she knew was alive. Thanks goodness.

Her heart sank at the thought that as long as that baby had been in this world, she hadn’t been able to be held by either of her parents. She was struggling to survive alone. She still couldn’t visit her, she was still too weak from all the blood loss she had suffered and from the incision in her lower abdomen, which hurt. Now all she could think about was her little girl.

She was way too deep in her own thoughts, while she cried silently. Mental and physical exhaustion finally got the better of her, causing her to fall asleep, with her face and pillow wet with tears.

“Did you get a chance to see her?” She asked Layla the next morning. Her friend smiled and nodded her head.

“I have pictures!” Her friend said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. “Look.” She handed the phone to her and for the first time she could see what her daughter looked like.

She no longer had to imagine her.

“Oh man… she’s tiny. Sh-she’s beautiful.” A huge smile formed on her face, as she watched the image intently. Tears began to form in her eyes again. “Look at her…” she brushed away the tears and continued to stare at the picture. “Baby girl Spector.” She said reading the small poster with all the information that was on the incubator, in which her little girl was in.

Baby girl Spector.

16.3 inches.

3.67 pounds.

The little girl had no name yet.

“She has very dark hair. She’s very strong, like you.” Layla commented, with a small smile, as she looked at the image as well.

“She looks just like them.” The girl’s mother observed.

“She looks just like you too, you know? When she’s asleep, she smiles.” Layla said, taking her hand on her own, and squeezing it affectionately. “She’s a happy little girl. She knows she’s loved.”

“Have you been able to hold her?”

“No. It didn’t feel right to do it, if you have not done it first.” Layla replied, looking at her. “But don’t worry, Jake and the nurses spend the whole day with her. In fact, she spends more time in his arms than she does in the incubator practically.”

“Jake?” She asked her with a slight frown as she heard the name of the man still unknown to her. “You know Jake?”

“Yeah, sure.” Her curly haired friend replied. “He was the one who called me when he brought you here the other day. He was the one who asked me to come as soon as possible.”

She nodded slowly as she listened to what she just told her. “Layla, I don’t know him. I don’t know who he is.”

“I know, neither do I. But… he does know you, as weird as that sounds.”

“Has he really been with her all this time?”

“If he wasn’t with little Tattie, he was here on guard duty all night. He hasn’t left the hospital since you arrived.”

“Honey, it’s time to go.” A male voice called to her from somewhere in the house. “Honey?” he called back when he received no response from her.

“I’m here."answered her. "In the nursery.”

He walked through the door and approached her. He put his hand on her shoulder to let her know she wasn’t alone. “Hey… are you okay?” He asked as he knelt down in front of her and cupped her face. “My love?”

“I feel like this is all my fault. Th-that she’s not here with us at home, because I failed her.” The woman replied in a trembling voice.

“She’s fine, she’s completely fine. She’s healthy, and she’s happy.”

“Still - I - I feel like I haven’t done enough to protect her and keep her safe. She’s supposed to be here.” Her lower lip trembled.

“Honey, it’s not your fault. Nothing that’s happened is your fault. You’ve done everything right. These things… sometimes happen, and that doesn’t mean you didn’t do everything you could for her.” The man reaffirmed her as he stroked her cheeks and wiped them dry. “She’s finally coming home. She’s made it, okay?”

"Do you think she’ll hate me?” She asked as she took his hands and held them to her chest.

“Hate you? No. She’s going to adore you, you’re her mum after all.” He whispered resting a kiss on her hands. “She knows she’s very lucky to have you. Just like me.”

She grabbed his face and kissed him sweetly and softly. “I adore you. You always know just the right thing to say at the right time.” She rested her forehead against his, while closing her eyes for s second.

Several days later, when the doctor gave her the go-ahead to leave the room for the first time since she woke up, and a nurse pushed her wheelchair into the NICU, she knew she would meet Jake there.

In a way, after the conversation she had with Layla and the comment she made about Jake keeping watch for them, her perception of him changed. She knew that he hadn’t shown himself for very long, and that through Marc and Steven’s eyes, he had gotten to know her. And she wanted to think that in some way he cared about her and her daughter.

But a small part of her also felt at a disadvantage. For on her side she knew nothing about him except that he was Khonshu’s avatar. It was clear to her that, the least, she owed her husband to try to get to know this new person with whom he shared a body.

“I love you and all the people who live inside you. No exceptions.” That was what she once said to Marc, after he came back into her life.

Loving Steven was easy. Falling in love with Steven was really easy. He showed the more vulnerable side that Marc often couldn’t show, he fit in those little gaps, perfectly, where Marc, for her, took longer to fit in. There was a perfect balance. The three of them were very close and the communication flowed magnificently, making the dynamic between them idyllic.

Things with Jake, however, were going to take a little longer. But She was willing to give him a chance. She wanted to get to know him, to know how he thought and acted. No matter how distant and surly he seemed to be. He was a complicated person.

But complexity has its own beauty.

“You were right.” It was the first thing she said to him once the nurse left her wheelchair next to the reclining chair he was in, with the baby in his arms. “I was a hypocrite.”

Jake, who had been keeping his eyes closed as he held her daughter, opened them at the sound of the voice of the woman who now stood beside him. He watched her for a few seconds, silently, before lowering his gaze to where the newborn lay, sleeping peacefully, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body. “It’s your turn.”

“Excuse me?” The woman questioned him hesitantly.

“To hold your daughter. You’re up.” Lockley spoke as he shifted his position in the chair, ready to give the mother her daughter. The little girl began to fidget in discomfort at the drastic change of position.

“No. No, don’t move.” She whispered, seeing the frown on the baby’s face, who was about to start crying. “I don’t wanna disturb her. She seems peaceful in your embrace.” It pained her to say it, she was dying for holding her in her arms.

"She needs to be with her mother. I’m not her father- I-”

“I was wrong, completely wrong.” She whispered, resting a hand on his chest, so that he would lie still with the baby in his arms. “I once told Marc that I would love him and everyone who lived inside him, no exceptions. So… I accept you, totally. You’re part of the package. You’re part of our lives now, mine, and especially hers.” She rested the hand that had previously been on his chest on her dark-haired daughter’s back. He caressed her tenderly and gently. She was so tiny, she seemed so delicate.

“Hey, bonita-”

“Don’t you dare interrupt me.” She pointed a finger at the man. “You’re her father, too.” The young woman finished. “I can’t be the one to stop her from growing up without her father — well, one of them. She deserves you to be a part of her.” She lifted her gaze, which she had kept on the little dark-haired newborn the whole time, and watched his expression.

A big smile was plastered on Jake’s face. “Thank you.” Was all he said in a whisper, as he cupped her cheek with one of his hands.

“Thank you, for saving our lives.” She thanked him back, weirdly enjoying the caress. “For taking care of us.”

“That’s what you do for family, cariño.” He whispered before resting a kiss on the baby girl’s head, who stirred in his arms, and unexpectedly grabbed a finger from her mother.

“Family…” she said with a bittersweet feeling.

She missed Marc and Steven. It hurt her that they couldn’t be there.

“You know, I can’t be the reason she can’t grow up without her parents either.” Jake admitted, giving her a fleeting glance. “Marc and Steven deserve to be here with her too. I’ll give them control. But first… let me hold Vienna for a little while longer. Please.” He asked.

“Of course.” She said almost breathlessly as she heard his words, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “By the way. Vienna? You called her Vienna, why?” She asked him as she realised how he had addressed the little girl.

“I know that’s where you and Marc met, and I thought it was a symbolic thing to do.

"Vienna. I love it, it suits her.” Mrs. Spector said, as she stroked the soft hair on her daughter’s head. “Vienna… I think we have a name for you, sweetheart.” She placed a kiss on the baby’s tiny hand.

“You should understand, I didn’t want to keep calling the child potato. It’s absurd.” Commented the baby’s third father. “Vivi is more fitting, in my opinion.”

“Tattie is cute, though.”

“I stand by what I said.”

“Mummy and daddies.” Layla called out to little Vienna’s parents. “It’s time to take Layla Jr. home!” her friend exclaimed excitedly as she did little jumps of joy, with a big smile on her face.

It had already been several weeks since Marc and Steven had returned and also taken control of the body again. Now they, along with Jake, were taking equal control. At first it had been a complete disaster, as Marc and Steven had to get used to the idea and adapt to the fact that there was now a third person living in the same body as them. In the first few days, there had been a lot of arguing between them, due to the inability to be there for their wife and daughter, but as the days went by, tolerance set in and a new dynamic was formed.

A chaotic but functional dynamic, at least.

“Layla, no.” Jake said to the woman. “Her name is Vienna.”

“Junior’s funny.” Steven commented as he smiled.

“I mean she is not wrong. The kid’s name is Vienna Layla Spector, so…”

The smile disappeared as Marc took control. “We need to agree on how we’re going to address the little one, people. All of this is gonna confuse her even more.”

“Vivi.” Spoke the child’s mother, as she rocked her in her arms. The little girl looked around her with curiosity due to the amount of voices she heard around her. “Little Vivi.”

“Look at her. What a pretty little thing. You are the most precious thing ever, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Ah? Who’s a cute little munchkin?” Steven spoke sweetly, with a baby voice to his daughter.

“Steven, you’re embarrassing me.” Jake mumbled holding a hand to his face.

"Lockley. Don’t get me started. You were even worse than him.” Layla blurted out, as she pulled out a Polaroid from the bag she was carrying. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take a picture of you all together before I take your asses home.”

“All right.” Smiled Marc as he took his wife by the waist, who briefly hid her head in his neck and planted a brief kiss, then smiled and posed for the camera.

“Ready? One… two… three-”

“Oi! Wait no!” Steven tried to warn Layla not to take the picture.

Flash.

Too late.

“What happened?” Layla asked, confused as she took the picture the camera just spit out.

“Vienna just had a blowout.” Commented the little girl’s mother, who was holding her in her arms and trying to hold back the urge to laugh at the scene. Both she and Vienna were fully covered in poop now.

“Perfect timing, I see.”

Layla looked at the picture she had just taken, it still had a while to fully develop, but she could already see how picturesque it was going to be. “A picture is worth a thousand words.” She commented with mockery.

“Oi, Jake! It’s your turn to change your daughter’s nappy, mate.”

The end?

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Any Moon Knight request?

I find myself enjoying a lot to write about the Moon Knight boys, so I wanted to let you guys know that I would love to write for you! I can write anything and everything you ask for!

So go ahead!

Meanwhile I will leave here my two first works about these fine gentlemen:

I can almost see you

• Summary:What happens after Marc leaves suddenly.

Now I can see you

• Summary:Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.

Can you see me?

• Summary:After a traumatic experience, without Marc and Steven by your side, all you have left is Jake Lockley. A complete stranger.

And if you want to get tagged in the next posts just send me an ask!

Birds of the Same Feather, Fuck Together

SUMMARY:You had your own demons you needed to deal with on a daily basis. It was a good thing you had Steven, Marc, Jake, and even Khonsu to help you elevate your symptoms from time to time.
PROMPT(S): “against the window? are you insane?”; “I thought we’d agreed to share her”
CHARACTERS:Steven Grant x Wife!Reader; Marc Spector x Wife!Reader; Jake Lockley x Wife!Readerl; Khonshu x Reader
WARNINGS: Smut. Unprotected P in V. Choking. Slight Exhibitionism. Creampie. Violence. Assault. Unhealthy Mental State. Marital Arguments. Shitty Work-Life Balance. Asshole Co-workers. Khonshu being…Khonshu.
WORDS:6,218
REQUESTED BY: @emmy626
A/N: Holy fuck was this long. Thought about separating each one of the boys for this one and a crack! one for Khonshu since I’m still a coward to write monster fucking with that man–but soon. real soon. Hope you guys enjoy~

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The thing about Steven was how gentle he could be, sassy at times, but oh so gentle when it comes to you. Now that most of the blackouts were resolved and understood, things in your shared apartment were more stable–at least for the most part. When you’ve met his other alters, you’ve learned to accept him for who he was, for all of who everyone was. Khonsu on the other hand, it took a while for you to accept him as part of the whole setup up, he might not be an alter, but there were times where the God of the Moon and Time.

You loved Steven, loved every single thing about him.  Loved all his alternates the same way as him. Equally and irrevocably. It was a part of him that you can never leave without just as much as he could never.

“Brought you chocolates.”

A smile broke from your lips the moment you stepped out of your office and he was the first person you had come face to face with. A box of chocolate in his grasp. His gentle smile resting on his features. His fluffy hair resting on his forehead and you were already aching to just brush your hands through them. Stepping closer to him, your free hand come to hold onto his own free hand as the both of you made your walk towards his apartment.

“How was work?” He inquired.

“Same old, same old.” You sighed, not wanting to tell Steven about how much of an ass your boss was and how every single one of your co-workers were leaving their tasks for you to finish up while they continue on with their daily gossiping. It was getting on your nerves but you didn’t have it in you to say anything–the pay was good, but it was getting too much some days. “Just happy I got to be with you for the weekend.”

You were actually excited. Not only because you have the entire weekend to spend with your husband, but the fact that this weekend would mark your one year anniversary since you’ve two gotten married. Being to have him all to yourself was all you could ever need for now. You wrapped your tired arm around his waist, head resting on his shoulder as you both continued on your way back to your apartment. It was quite a long walk, better to have taken the bus, but you just wanted to spend some time with your husband instead of dealing with other cranky workers on their way home.

In the chaos of your shared apartment, you felt most at peace. Placing the box of chocolate your husband had given you on the table. You had made your way towards where your husband was in the kitchen. His focus had been on preparing tea for the both of you while you unwind for the weekend. You slipped your arms around his waist, relishing in his warmth and enjoying just being able to touch him like you did right now.

“You want to talk about it, Love?” He inquired to which had been how you both found yourselves cuddled on the sofa, ignoring the growing cold tea on the coffee table.

You finally spoke about your day, how much of a shitty people you had the misfortune of working with. You continued on with explaining how their constant ridiculing affected you mentally. You both needed the money, with the both of you wanting to save before you finally start a family, quitting was not an option. Not with the things going on with Steve and the rest of his alters.

Your husband listened, never once interrupting you, lips kissing your forehead whenever you felt the most frustrated during the anecdotes of today’s work day as well as the nightmare of the past few weeks. His hands rubbed against your back, nails gently scratching against your back. When you no longer spoke, your face nestled against the crook of his neck, you tried to fight of the stress and it was in this moment your husband had pulled you on top of him, arms wrapped around you. The warmth of his touch slowly but surely elevating everything that has happened throughout the day.

In the silence, things turn more heated as you kissed him–hoping to forget the rest of the week and try as you possibly could to just focus on your husband. To act like you were just newly weds all over again. The life that was always been simple, the promises and the plans you had made for each other, the domestic bliss of your every day life with him.

“Come on Stevie, go harder on me. I won’t break.” You moaned, trying to urge your husband to fuck you harder on the sofa, but the fear in his eyes of hurting you still present in his features. This was your love, the man that would do anything and everything in his life to ensure you wellbeing was prioritized. It made you fall and fall more in love with him–but this moment, all you needed was to be fucked, thoroughly so.

“No.” He continue to refuse, his hips more dangerously slow this time. “Please, take it slow and let me love you like you deserve to be loved.”

Before you could plead for him, he thrusted inside of you up to the hilt taking the breath right out of you in the process.

His hands cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss. His movement continued on to be slow with an even pace. Ramming you right into the sofa, tears slowly ran down your cheeks at all of this pent up sensation you were feeling. The shitty weeks you had at work, how you never felt you were worth shit because of them–to this, to the look on your husband’s eyes as he continuous to fuck you to whisper you praises, about the things you had never seen about yourself that he could see. He appreciates and hopes to God each day that you will never tire of.

“Come for me, Love.” He pleaded against your lips, his movement growing faster, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, exactly where you need him to be. “Let go.”

And you did, releasing in time for him to spill himself deep inside you. The sensation and all that the both of you had planned for the weekend finally placed you at ease. Pulling him on top of you, you could only smile, relieved to have this–to have him.

“You’ll have your time with her.” You heard your husband muttered making you turn to face him, amused with what he was arguing with his other alters this time.

“What is it this time?” You asked, rubbing his back, legs wrapped around his waist, still not prepared to have him pull away from you.

“Jake said, and I quote: ‘I thought we’d agreed to share her’, needy bunch they are.” He muttered making you giggle and pepper your husband’s face with kisses.

“Give me a few more minutes and you could share me all you want for the weekend.” You assured him already feeling him harden back all over again for you.

“Why don’t you say that to my face again instead.”

Mid-argument, you wouldn’t think Marc would front–but here he stood after you spoke the things you know you didn’t even mean. The deep frown rested on his lips as he sat on the single-seat sofa in front of you. Arms crossed against his chest, legs spread wide and with you still standing he intimidated you to a fault. You didn’t even know how the argument with your husband started. You were in the last leg of your patience when it comes to your co-workers, Steven wasn’t helping as he continued to insist on you quitting. You couldn’t not after things with whatever he was dealing with his alters aren’t making much of a progress and your work was the only stable things the both of you had for a while.

It was questions about how he could provide for the two of you now, as he was banned from the National Museum after the stunt he pulled and you were certain he was blacklisted everywhere else within a 5-mile radius because of a bird brain for a God that fucked everything up for the both of them. You were angry, rightfully so for the people around you, but Steve didn’t deserve it, now that you’re facing Marc instead of him, you realized it as well.

You were quiet now, all the outburst you had in you had magically faded away. Embarrassment was quick to replaced all the anger you’ve felt.

“You got two options, either you calm down and we talk this through or keep talking and I fuck you into submission. Either option works for me and Steve doesn’t seem to mind either way with the way you were talking to him.”

You blinked, unprepared still for Marc to face you now.

“I’d like to see you make me, Spector.” Your brain was yet to filter your stupidity and you found yourself manhandled by the man in one fluid motion.

Clothes torn up, naked and edged for the life out of you, this was the last thing you would have expected Marc to do with you.

“Hands against the window, Y/N.” His order held no room for argument, but the fact that you were naked and could barely stand on your two feet after his torturous tongue and finger brought you over and over to the edge without any hope of end once again pulled the filter between your brain and your mouth.

“Against the window? Are you insane?” You questioned and Marc was quick to shove you face first into the glass window. A part of you was thankful your shared apartment was a good few floors up and the only chance either of you would get caught in this situation was if they looked up and focused on your floor’s window.

The busy street of people heading home could not be bothered and you hope it would stay that way for whatever your husband has planned for you.

Hands resting against the cool window, you waited with bated breath for what he would do. His rough hands gently nudged you forward until you’re practically glued to the floor ceiling window. You shivered at the sensation of the cold window against your nipples. Before you could turn to see what he has planned, the radiating pain against your scalp had your full attention as Marc fisted your hair and maneuvered your head until your cheek was smooshed against the window.

“Are you gonna continue to be difficult, Baby?” He inquired, the head of his cock lined against your entrance but he was yet to make any action of slipping in. “Because I can do this all day and not even break a sweat?”

You refused to say another word, not trusting yourself to say the right thing and stop the torture that was of your own doing. Instead, you shook your head, wanting to stop the never ending torture your husband was willing to throw at you without hesitation.

“Use your damn words, you love to use it to hurt us, remember?”

The first line of sob escaped your lips now. You didn’t mean to hurt them, most especially Steven. You were projecting the anger you had from work to him, to everyone of them and it was finally coming to hit you in full force. You didn’t mean to hurt any of them, it was never your intention. And you just found yourself crying and but unable to tell all three of them how sorry you were and how you would be compromising when the opportunity to do so finally arises.

Marc had now wrapped his arms around your torso, slipping deep inside you and a whimper was there to replace your sob. Relief of finally being able to feel him inside you. The familiar sting of his cock stretching you to your limit was slowly but surely helping you out of the darkest part of your own mind. Hands holding onto your waist as he continued to shove himself deep inside you.

All the anger and tribulation you had felt for the day had slowly faded away and your mind was brought back to the present. To this man, whose one and only intention in your relationship was to make you safe, happy, and sane to live the day to day as the world might see it fit.

His hips continued on slamming onto you, every intention on splitting you in half for all you were worth.

Your breath continued to fog against the window, no longer did you feel self-conscious with the little fact that there was a possibility someone could see the both of you.

Slowly, you could find yourself creeping into the familiar release, but as you felt your wall begin to tighten his movement begin to slow and you found yourself sobbing for him. Pleading for him for your release but it was left in deaf ears as he slowed his pace. He pulls out and you felt him move away from you, the absence of his warmth brought you further into tears now at this point. But you didn’t move, no longer had any fight in you nor did you have any voice of protest to make.

You closed your eyes, listening for anything to give you a clue of your husband’s whereabouts, for whatever plan he might have for you. You didn’t have the strength to move, to turn and see him and prepare yourself for what he has left for you.

“What does it feel like when you don’t have any control of yourself and of the situation that could be easily resolved with the right communication? Fucking hurts doesn’t it?” Marc inquired. “Now think what I feel, what Steven feels, hell, even Jake is quiet when you said what you said.” he spat.

“I’m sorry.” The two words was all you needed to say before you were pulled back into your husband’s arms finally pulling you in for the first kiss since the whole argument started. “I didn’t mean to…it’s just everything and everyone and I don’t know what I need to handle first.”

You continued to sob in the arms of your husband. He continued on to kiss you, slowly growing faint as he clung to you just as much as you did to him. He had his eyes closed now. A sigh of relief finally escaping his lips as he settled at you.

“We can’t keep doing this, you can’t keep using Steven as a punching bag when shit happens at work. We’re here to listen, you know we are always here for you because we love you, through sickness and health, till death takes me first.” He points out.

You found yourself snorting at his words, there was always this never ending joke between all four of you that they were far too certain with the fact that they would die first–may it be from whatever mission or job they might find themselves involved in, or whatever crazy illness or curse Khonshu might throw at them if he doesn’t get what he wants. It scares you sometimes when you are alone at home and they are out somewhere, the reality of it actually happening–and yet you continue to choose to be a shitty wife just for the hell of it.

“I promise to communicate more.” You whisphered after a moment. Finally having the words to say what you needed to. “I’ll try and take less shifts if I can so I don’t stress myself out.”

“Good.” He smirked eyes opening back up before he held you up by your thighs and thrusted into you, back slammed against the window and you feared that his strength could get the better of him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he finally returned to his former steady pace and from the way his brown eyes grow black as he was ready to chase his own release along with your own. Your breast squished against his chest as he practically glued himself to you as he continued to fuck your through the window. His breath grows rugged now, warmth fanning against your cheeks as you whimpered at the brutal pace that was bringing you right back up to the peak.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop, Spector.” You threatened before you finally stilled, muscles clenched, milking him for all it was worth. Relief washed over you, finally slipping into your much needed release.

“Fuck.” He growled spilling deep inside you, before halting all together and resting most of his weight on you. “Promise me you’re not gonna make Steven pull away.” he whispered.

“Promise.” You whispered, nuzzling against the crook of his neck. A promise you were now more than willing to make.

Unlike Steven and Marc, Jake wasn’t about to stand around and let everyone step all over you. Nah, if anyone fucks with his girl, he fucked them right back. He didn’t know exactly how it happened, but with him fronting and assigned to fetch you from your office, it was the biggest mistake Marc and Steven had ever decided to do for the day.

Unlike Marc or Steven–especially Steven, his eyes was not only focused on you the moment you had stepped out of the doors. He had eyes everywhere. He notices the smallest of details that Marc or Steven might have disregarded because of their focus solely on you. But not him, he loved you, adored you and the only woman he could openly admit he was more than willing to worship for as long as he was alive. He saw the smallest nudge one of your co-workers had done that almost had you missing your step had he not been quick enough to catch you.

He doesn’t say much about what had happened, but he knew you didn’t want to acknowledge it as much and fearing he might make a scene that would ruin whatever reputation you still had in the office you work in. But he remembers faces, got a few people he knows that might help with putting a name to those faces. He will deal with it later, his attention was solely focus on you at this point.

“How’s work, Mi Amor?” He inquired, face softening with how you were quick to wrap your arms around his torso–ignoring the fact that the both of you were still standing in the middle of the reception hall.

“Tiring, but got shorter shifts for the next few months.” You explained against his chest, pulling away an inch to crane your head to look right up at him. “Can’t say the same for the rest of the colleagues that need to pick up what I’ll leave behind.” You shrugged.

“Fuck them.” Jake spoke without an ounce of hesitation in his words, caring less now at this point if anyone in your office hears you.

“Now we know who she’s spreading her legs for and why she’s slacking.”

Just like lighting, he moved, quick to place his hand around the man’s throat. He could deal with you telling how much of a piece of shit your co-workers were. He could deal with how they constantly throw most of their own work right at you because you could and you wanted peace to remain in the office. But this, the filth in the man’s words was the last thing he wanted to hear–the last thing he wanted you to hear.

“Jake, don’t.” You pleaded, holding on to his hand that still held onto the poor sorry ass excuse of a man by the throat, one single squeeze and he could break his neck without much of an effort.

“What’s your fucking name?” Jake questioned, eyes solely focused on the man. The man who–from the wet puddle that formed on the floor and the wretched stench after, had pissed and shit himself. “Make me wait another second and I’m gonna make sure no one fucking recognizes your body when I’m done with you.”

“Greg.” The bastard whimpered. No longer was there the bravado from his initial statement.

“Here’s what’s gonna fucking happen, Greg. You and everyone that is in the fucking vicinity of my wife will not harm even a single hair on her fucking body, you will not speak shit that you do not even know about her, and the next time my wife comes home with tears in her eyes because you and the rest of your fucking flock of clowns that can’t do their work properly–we’re gonna have a talk.” Jake’s threats were what aroused both Marc and Steven out of whatever slumber the might have and what a fucking way to wake up to. Him, in the brink of breaking your co-worker’s neck for your honor.

Hearing no verbal confirmation, he cracked his free hand, ready to beat him up just to get a point, but the piece of shit was practically crying and agreeing to whatever condition he might have and apologizing to you for all the shit he has put you through.

“Get out of my face, You puta.” He spat finally letting go of the man’s neck and watching him make a run for it.

The next thing he knows, he was held by the ear by you. Blushing profusely for the incident.

“Are you fucking serious, Lockley?” You snapped, dragging him out of the reception and into the busy streets of London, by the ear of all places.

“Gotta protect what’s mine.” He muttered rubbing his ear as soon as you let go.

“Protect me? You were practically pissing at me for your territory.” You snapped, hands up in the air in your frustration. “I don’t even fucking know if I have anything to go back to in the morning because of your stunt.”

What he failed to tell you, and the rest of his alters was the small little fact that he knows your boss. And all the shit he’s gotten himself involved with over the years, firing you would be the last of his agenda–especially if he knows who you were married to. He did not need to tell you that, knowing this was the safest job you could be in as of the moment–shitty co-workers, but safe from whoever might use you against him when the time comes.

“I think when they find out the shit he’s saying, they’re gonna turn a blind eye if you they want you to not report that for harassments.” He shrugged as a matter of factly only earning an eye roll from you as you started walking towards the apartment with him following quickly behind. Marc and Steven’s voices berating him for his action kept him company all throughout the journey back.

He knew perfectly well you were fuming, but not enough to actually explode on him–which was a surprise for once. He would have thought you would just lose it in the office. But somehow your 'conversation’ with Marc a few days back finally got to you. Things around the apartment was getting more easy for everyone involved, less work meant less stress on your end which meant less tension back home when both of you just want to relax and sleep the night away.

He didn’t realize the door to your shared apartment was locked until the moment he turned the doorknob.

“Really mature, Mi Amor.” He muttered under his breath, pulling out the key from his pocket.

'I don’t blame her for being annoyed. Not one bit.’ Steven points out to which Jake just continued to ignore for now. It wasn’t the time and the place.

He took his time walking inside your shared apartment. Initially it always screamed that of your place as well as Steven, but every since you had found out about him and Marc, you had made it a point to ensure that they were both included in everything in the place. You all had your own coffee cups, with names and all. Everyone had their own towels, toothbrush, hell even their own respective space in the closet and space in the vanity for whatever was in their vanity table. You made this place a home to Steven just as much for him and Marc and that made him fall more and more in love with you. He had his doubts, you know it just as much as everyone else did, but further and further, through all your own faults at times, you made him feel love when all he had known all his life was anger and hatred for the life they had for themselves.

Seeing no sign of you in the living room, he made his way to the bedroom, halting in his step at the sight of you undressing. His eyes glued to your supple skin, your bare ass that he wants nothing more than to mark with his handprint.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Lockley. I’m still mad.” You muttered slowly unhooking your bra, the last remaining article of clothing you had left.

“I ain’t apologizing for keeping you safe, Mi Amor. You know me and you know my ways.” He stood his ground and the fuck he would even dare apologize for it. You’ve dealt with worse without him knowing.

“If I told you to kill someone, you won’t hesitate will you?” Your question was rhetorical but his silence was enough of an answer to your question. “Oh my god, that’s not how it works in life, Jake.”

“You spread your legs to me when I damn well please, but it is no one’s business but our own.” He snapped. “If you can’t earn their respect from working hard and picking up their mess then fear will make sure they know their place in this food chain, Y/N. That is what the real world is like.”

You simply rolled your eyes at him and made your way to the bathroom to which Jake was quick to follow, halting by the door frame and you turned on the shower without him, you were still facing him at this point. Defiance still written on your face.

“I’m serious, Jake. I’m not in the mood after your stunt in the office.” You muttered but his eyes was focused on your soaking body from more than just the water washing over you. The wetness between your legs was more than that.

“I said nothing, Mi Amor.” He smirked, eyes darkening at all of the idea he had for you.

“Jake…”

“I’m a starving man here, Y/N. I can look since I’m not allowed to touch.” He smirked knowing it wouldn’t take much to break you at this point.

“Just get in the shower, Lockley before I change my mind.” You snapped finally turning to face away from him, hiding the evident blush now painting your features.

And that was how Jake found himself in, showering in a far too scalding temperature of the water and consumed by you and your kisses.

“We’re gonna get the sheets wet!” You protest, barely dry from the shower you had with your husband as he carried you bridal style straight to bed.

“I’ll change it after, don’t worry about it.”

All that was important in this moment was him and how quick he can have himself balls deep inside of you.

Somehow with you, now laid on the bed, your still wet hair fanned on the bedsheets, all he could ever want was this. The smile on your face, no matter what shitty thing he might find himself having to do for the sake of the agreement, here you were. With your own demons, but helped each and every part of him with his own–of the neglect and abuse he had to endure at the hands of his own mother for something he never intended to happen as a kid.

You didn’t need much of a preparation, you were slick and ready for him. He pushed himself until he was balls deep inside you just like what he always wanted. He was rough, he held you by the neck. Not tight to cause you to lose conscience, but tight enough to constrict your airway. His other hand held onto your leg wide, until your knee was touching your shoulder. He pounded over you over and over again. The sound of the bed continued to squeak, the headboard slamming onto the wall over and over again, and your breathy whimper continued to escape your lips.

“I will kill anyone and everyone that would even think of looking at your general direction.” He spat jerking himself over and over again deep inside you, the sensation of hitting your cervix brought him close to the edge. “I am Vengeance, for you and for whatever Khonshu would want from me.” He snarled.

Letting go of your neck, he lifted your other leg and practically bent you in half as he continued to fuck you even faster, dragging you right towards the much needed release alongside him.

“Come on, Mi Amor.” He growl. “Where is the fight in you?” He taunts. “Where is the fucking fight just moments ago when I threatened that sorry excuse of a man.”

“I’m close.” You sobbed instead, hand rubbing against your core and Jake just found himself watching. The desperation in your eyes as you continuous to chase your orgasm.

His spat all the profanities he could, how he owned you, how you will be painted in the blood of all of his enemies, and how he would make you watch him skin the next person that would even dare try to hurt you. How you tightened at the last two brought him into chaos and satisfaction.

“Fuck!” He groaned as you’ve finally found your release, how you were now gripping onto his like a vice and he continued on with his movement until he felt the first spurt then lines after lines after.

Your eyes rolled back as you finally stilled.

Silence lingered in your bedroom and only now did he hear the sound of his neighbor knocking to keep it down and something he chose to ignore for now.

He peppered your legs a few kisses before finally bringing them back down and rubbing your side while you come down from your high. You were panting just as much as he was as he finally pulled away with a pop and the sight of his cum pooling between your legs almost brought turned him rock hard all over again.

“You’re staying here tonight.” You pointed out finally turning to look at him. “If you even think of doing the stunt you’ve done in the office now, I swear to God I’ll be the one to talk to Khonshu to kick your ass.”

He rolled his eyes falling onto the bed and pulling you to his naked chest. He wasn’t gonna do it.

“Promise me.”

“I promise I ain’t gonna leave the apartment tonight.” he muttered.

“That’s not what I want you to promise, Jake.”

“I ain’t gonna promise something I’m not gonna keep. I’m here tonight, in bed with you for your beck and call, so be happy about that.” He grumbled.

“Jake!”

“One more word, Mi Amor and that mouth of yours will be busy with something else instead.”

Silence. That’s more like it.

“You’re an asshole, Lockley.”

Always wanting to have the last word.

Since you’ve learned about your husband’s extra curricular activities every night, you’ve gotten more comfortable with late nights. The array of self-defense lessons you’ve gotten from both Marc and Jake had also been helpful. Steven was more into helping you talk your way out of numerous trouble you might find yourself getting involved in. Your confidence had been a little better now, no longer did you have your self-doubt about yourself and with how you work. You have your husbands to thank for it. You were trying hard to better yourself and help him with his own day to day trials and being able to be there for them when they need you the most was the first real reason why you needed to take the first step for your own betterment.

“I’m surprised they’ve let you out all on your own.”

Turning from where you were walking, you know perfectly well the owner of the voice.

“Following me is far beneath you, Khonshu.” You pointed out, gazing at one of the buildings to see him settled. “Never thought of you as a Voyeur too.” You teased watching as the older God had descended down and surprisingly turned into the image of your husband.

“Still a worm, I see.” He sneers to which you roll your eyes and continue on your walk to the convenience store for something to eat while your husband was out–well technically he was here, but you really are confused as hell if it’s really him or if Khonshu is just fucking with you at this point.

“Still a bird brain I see.” You quipped hearing him follow you far too close for you to be comfortable with–even if this was your husband. “Is that really my husband or is this another one of your party tricks?”

“Unfortunately, I have to carry this bag of potatoes back to you.” He grunts.

You smiled, holding onto the God (your husband’s) hand in appreciation. He might be a little grouchy from time to time, but you appreciate that he still cares for your husband and would rather he be taken home in his own terms than left to fend for himself. It seems the God has a soft spot for them.

You’ve made your way to the convenience store with your hand still holding on to his own, from an outsider’s perspective, all they could see was normal and far too handsome man for his own good. But you saw differently from the reflection. You held onto your husband’s rough but gentle hands but the reflection was showing that of Khonshu is his form. You should have been scared by such fact but you didn’t. Your husbands trusted you enough with the truth of his line of work, and with all the rhyme and reason when it comes to the God, you know perfectly well he has a soft spot for you–you might just buy him his own set of stuff for the apartment when you have the free time.

“Brought you gummy worms as well.” You point out once the both of you headed out of the convenience store with the plastic bag filled with far too many unhealthy snacks.

“Why am I not surprised.”

“You’ll love it, Birdman.” You teased right back as the both of you finally made your way back to the apartment and handing Khonshu the bag of gummies, you had ordered him to strip to his underwear and sit on the bed while you inspect the damage of this night’s mission.

“Is this a daily occurance for all of you?” He inquired, trying his best to keep a straight face while chewing the extremely sour gummy worms.

“I need to make sure there’s nothing that needs stitches.” You pointed out, lifting his arm seeing the bruises starting to form. “I know he’s sort of–but not really, invincible at this point, but it helps me to know they’re all fine.” You explained, trying to feel for his ribs, checking if there was anything broken and you rose a brow at how the God who was still possessing your husband’s breath had hitched at your touch.

You continued on with your inspection, the God no longer focused on his gummies, but instead on the way you were touching him. How your hands would be gentle still, fearing something might hurt or if he was sore. You rolled your eyes and pushed him down onto his back without much of a fight from him. He’s got it bad.

“Get out of the body Khonshu so I could talk to my husbands.” You requested, hand cupping the evidently growing erection confined in his boxers.

“A tease you are, Y/N.” He muttered eyes rolling and the familiar scream of Steven was there to replace it as he sat up and ready to fight.

“Where am I?” He questioned looking at his surroundings before easing himself as he caught sight of you. “Love? What happened? I blackedout.”

“Khonshu was nice enough to bring you guys home.” You assured. “Kicked him out of your body before he gets any funny ideas.” You continued.

“A tease!” You and your husband turned to see Khonshu floating by the window watching your conversation.

“I knew you were a voyeur, Birdman.” You teased confusing your husband further and Khonshu finally decided he has enough and left you both alone for some much needed privacy for the night.

You’ll thank him some other time.

Happier

SUMMARY: It’s been years now since you had drifted apart from your boyfriend, never found yourself moving on. But as part of the Avengers, one way or another, you would cross paths, never would you believe for it to happen that he lives a life far different from what you once shared with him. With an additional two individual along for the ride.
PROMPT(S): "You look happier.“
CHARACTERS: Marc Spector x Avenger!Reader; Jake Lockley
WARNINGS: Open Endings. Post-Moon Knight S1. Mention of Endgame and Character Deaths. Breakup without true closure. Jake Lockley…being unhinged and unpredictable(?)
WORDS: 1,317
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Post-Blip the world was in chaos. No longer did the world have heroes like Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, or Natasha Romanoff. With what was left of the team, you had to recruit as much as you possibly could as people with bad intentions have yet to stop even with the heroes long gone. That was how you found yourself in right now, the Recruiter, as Maria Hill and Nick Fury had aptly called you since you had started working for SHIELD for well over years now, after your time working as part of Mercenary group.

You blinked at the very reason for your arrival in London now. Your past and your present was now coming back and you were to do nothing but allow it to happen.

What had happened in Cairo had been well documented, everything that was to know about your former lover was put up in the air. The things that you didn’t even know about were also place in a single folder for anyone who might need to know about his life. It took you years to know about his family, of the death of his brother, of the abuse he had to endure at the hands of his mother and the lack of a father to protect him for all of it. All of it was compressed for everyone to scrutinize.

Marc Spector. AKA Steven Grant. AKA Jake Lockley.

As you read through the reports as you walked through the busy streets of London, you learned more and more about your former lover. The sudden change in his personality had become more clear now, the hot, cold, and distant man had another two alters that you never truly understood until you’ve read his file. It was such a change in perspective, how things could have been different for the two have you had you known the extent of his condition.

As your journey had you stop at a shady looking apartment, it was now or never. Taking a deep breath you regain some semblance to the training you had done for the past few years. Both in diplomacy and combat. You were uncertain what you would be needing to use for the man in this moment and it was best for you to be prepared to use either if the need were to ever arise.

"Y/N?”

You turned, brows furrowed as the man himself stumbles upon you in front of his apartment. Your intel had told you he was in his apartment, you will have a talk with Maria about this when you get back. But for now, you would deal with what was in front of you–the ghost of your past.

“Marc…” You spoke, trying to repress all of the pent up emotion that washed over you as you looked right at him.

Years had past but he still had this effect on you. In his signature cap and dark shirt, it just made his olive skin more prominent in the colder climate of the city. The same curly bangs still fanned against his forehead and you were itching to just brush your fingers against. Your eyes lingered at him, his whole entirety that stood in front of you. How so much has changed about him since you had left, but still some things still remained.

“You look happier.” You found yourself telling him. The reminder of the last conversation you had with the man before you left all those years ago.

He was miserable and you could not console him, whatever you say or whatever you may do, it was left in deaf ears and you simply found yourself giving up on him when he couldn’t help himself.

“How did you know I was here?” He questioned next, his brown eyes darkening, stature changing and it was as if he was ready to fight.

“Can we talk somewhere private instead?” You inquired, seeing a few eyes were now wandering between the both of you. Being a key member of what remained of the Avenger, it was bound that someone would recognize you. It spell trouble, more than you wanted to deal with in the moment.

You allowed Marc to hold onto your wrist, dragging you right inside his apartment complex. On the seventh floor, you had watched the run down building and wondered why he would place himself in such a state after all this years. In the silence of your way upstairs–using the stairs to avoid any form of close proximity, you finally arrived into his apartment and was greeted with a much more chaotic state of living space.

“Sorry about the mess, my room mate hasn’t gotten the time to clean up.” He muttered more to himself than you.

“Who? Steven or Jake?” You inquired seeing through his lies and you found yourself being slammed right to the nearest wall.

“How the hell do you know about them?” He barked.

“SHIELD. We have eyes everywhere. You weren’t so discreet in Cairo all those weeks ago.” You grunted wincing at the warmth of the man in front of you.

Finally pulling away from you, you handed him the folder that was still in your grasp. A little crumbled from his earlier action but neither of you pointed it out in the moment. You had allowed him to read his own file, for the small snippets of the array of individuals you had recruited throughout the past few years.

“You told them about me?” He questioned.

“I never knew what had happened to you after I left, I never had and I never will have a reason to tell any of them about you or about our past.” You assured the man. Even after all this years, you kept the little trust he still had on you alive. “When Maria Hill had notified me about one Moon Knight being a good addition to the team, I wanted to be the one to recruit him.”

“Recruit?” He snort finally handing you back the file. “I don’t work well with others. I don’t think they would either.”

“And it’s fine if they don’t.” You assured him. “We just need a system that we could depend on when the time comes that another threat to this world would come barreling in.” You continued knowing it wouldn’t be easy to talk sense to him. After what your former leader had done to him, leaving him to his own death, working with others would be the last thing on his mind.

“Why me? There are a hundred and one superheroes all over the world. I’m not one of them.”

“We don’t need superheroes, Marc. We need people that will help even when the odds are against us. That’s you, that’s always been you.”

Those missions you had once shared together where bloodshed would often definite, he still had a heart to make sure all the women and children were in a safe location before the chaos begins. You watched him tense, eyes roll back and a part of you, the more sensical part of you held onto the gun resting on the holster around your waist. It was almost instantaneous, how his posture change, the frown grew deeper on his lips and the eyes you could drown yourself in over and over again in was like a different sea. Darkness that you knew far too well did not belong to the man you love.

“Long time to no see, Mi Corazón.” He spoke, the heavy accent should have caught you off-guard but you remembered him back then. This was the angry side of him, the destructive man that had been the straw that finally broke the camel’s back all those years ago.

“Who am I talking to? Steven or Jake?” You inquired, hand still resting on your gun.

“You tell me.” He challenged with a smirk before coming right at you in one fatal tackle.

Sugar Baby Masterlist

Summary: With the death of your good friend and sugar daddy, you were left as the sole benefactor to his entire estate and given sole ownership to his company, which in turn, brought your whole world upside down and eventually had you pay it forward. Who would have ever thought it would be in the form of the ball of Sunshine named Steven Grant, and the secret he wasn’t so keen on letting anyone know about.

Characters: Steven Grant x F!Reader. Marc Spector x F!Reader. Jake Lockley x F!Reader. Tony Stark. Peter Parker. May Parker. Happy Hogan. Matt Murdock. Pepper Potts.

Series Warnings: Modern AU (No powers). Sugar Daddy/Mommy-Baby Relationship(s). Dissociative Identity Disorder. Mention of Trauma and other Unspecified Mental Disorder. Smut. Canon Typical Violence. Mention of Medical Assisted Suicide. Mention of Terminal Illness.

1. STORGE - Familiar Love
2. PHILIA - Affectionate Love
3. AGAPE - Selfless Love
4. LUDUS - Playful Love
5. EROS - Erotic Love
6. MANIA - Obsessive Love
7. PHILAUTIA - Self-Love
8. PRAGMA - Enduring Love