Every flavour, chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, you loved them all. And that is why you needed one immediately after the car stopped.
You knew you were there to do business, but you didn’t care.
And with your shake in your hand, you walked happily back to the car. Dodging the driver as he noticed you and opened the door for you.
You offered him a smile and a small thanks before getting in.
“Oh, that was fast.” You said noticing Harrow on the seat. You assumed it would take longer to get him from the hospital, hence why you went to get the shake. You moved to sit by Khonshu’s side.
“Y/N, but I thought you were dead.” said Arthur with a concerned voice.
“Everyone did. But its not that easy to get rid of me.” You smiled.
“So, what? Your wife is your avatar now?” asked Arthur with a grin you wanted to punch off of his face. He knew one God cannot be the other’s avatar, yet he still wanted to push your buttons.
“Meet our friend, Jake Lockley.” Khonshu said as he knocked on the window, rolling down the divider in the car, Jake shot Harrow.
It was over.
Finally, Ahmet was defeated. Jake finished what Marc couldn’t.
Then he started driving, and you finished your shake.
“I like your suit.”
“I know, Little Bird, you said it like ten times already.”
“Well, you look sexy in it, what can I say.” You shrugged your shoulders. “I like the modern world.”
“What do you mean? We used to live in a palace before all of that fell.”
“A palace without the modern food and way too much sand. I like it here.”
“Too much sand, we lived in the desert! My Dear Love, Y/N Goddess of War, you enjoy this time?”
“There’s more war in this world than it was ever. People hating each other, people killing each other is nothing new, but this is new.”
“You always enjoyed madness.”
“Goddess of War…duh.” Yet you never hurt anyone or judged them like Ahmet did, your love with Khonshu blossomed, he protected the night, the travellers of the night, you just watched over them. Even if war was your domain, murder can get boring after some time. While others didn’t see Khonshu, they saw you. It was a curse the other Gods put upon you when they banished the two of you.
Of course, you stood by your husband and they didn’t like that. So, when they banished you, they put a curse on you for people to see you. They said the curse was for the Goddess of War so people could put a face to their hatred.
It was a cruel curse but it had its benefits.
“What do you say, My Love, let’s go on a walk.” He offered and told Jake where to stop the limo.
London was very different from the desert you used to live in. You were used to palm trees, sand and small houses. And although you watched as humanity changed and grew, it still surprised you how much it did.
Parks, green grass, trees, fountains, lakes, people walking dogs, children playing, laughter and joy. It was not something you often stopped to watch, and yet there you were, sitting on a bench with Khonshu and Jake.
“You look nervous.” You noted as you looked at Jake.
“This is wasting time, we should be catching bad people.”
“Relax a little, tonight we hunt, for now, let her enjoy this. Get her some of that ice-thing.” Khonshu told Jake as he stood up to get you ice cream.
Jake was a good man, brutal and insane, but you did like him, he could be funny.
“You don’t have to order him around.”
“He cannot sit on his ass for more than two minutes.”
“Well, you did promise him that he could kill bad guys, you know he lovesto kill bad guys.”
You looked at Jake before turning back to Khonshu.
“He switched, it’s Steven.” You noted as the man looked confused when the guy asked him what flavour he wants. Khonshu disappeared from your side as you just watched Steven walk with the ice cream in his hand, he stopped in front of you. “You okay? You look lost.” You said, smiling at him.
“Yeah, I’m good.” He said before he walked away, leaving the park. Khonshu came back.
“There goes my ice-thingy.”
“I can get you one.”
“No need, I’ll get my own, but do answer one thing My Dear Husband,” you stood up from the bench, stretching your leg. “How do you plan on driving when our driver just left?” and with that you walked to the ice cream stand, leaving Khonshu to think.
You were his first follower and you were given your price for that.
You were the first to ever make him think differently, to see humans as they were and not just the bad.
You were the only one to even steal his heart.
Khonshu, the God of the Moon. Not many liked him, but he was okay with that. During the ancient days, while other Gods and Goddesses hair temples, statues and even tombs raised for them, he wasn’t loved.
No one cared for the God of the Moon as he was feared. Night was his domain, and everyone knew only bad things happened at night.
And yet, there you were, nothing but a young miss in your house’s humble little garden, after a long day at work, looking at the sky, dreaming about it, seeing the stars and the moon, you fell in love with the night sky.
And so, you found Khonshu.
Or rather he found you.
He became interested more so when he first heard prayers. Your voice rang in his head, even if he didn’t know it was you at first.
He wasn’t used to people praying to him.
But he thought he could get used to hearing your voice every night.
Then, he headed out to find you, walking in the desert as he heard your words ring in his head. Your prayers were simple and kind.
It didn’t take long for Khonshu to find you. One evening, he noticed you as you watched the sky, you looked so happy, comfortable and unbothered. Not like the others during the night.
You made him interested.
In your prayers, you wished for health for your family and friends, in case of trouble you prayed for the people involved to be safe.
He noticed how you never asked for anything for yourself. Never. Not once.
Until one day, which he couldn’t ignore. You begged for your mother to be saved from a disease.
“Please Khonshu, please save her and I will do anything you wish for.” You said as you were crying and praying in front of a candle and a small wooden sculpture of Khonsu that you made with your own hands.
“Anything?” he asked at it made you just so quickly that you knocked the figure over. You looked at the huge God standing in front of you, you felt like you were going mad, but it was him, no doubt, Khonsu was standing right in front of you and you suddenly knew what you needed to do.
You knelt on the floor, eyes fixed onto the ground.
“Anything.” You said with a shaky voice.
“For your mother’s life, I will take yours in exchange.” A cold wind ran down your spine from his words. “You will be by my side, you will dedicate your life to me. You do notquestion my decisions, forever till the end of time.” He said.
For your mother, you’d do anything. For your mother’s health this seemed like a small thing in comparison. To dedicate your life to a God, just when you thought your life would have no point.
“Of course, Khonshu.”
—
Days, months, years, decades, centuries passed.
And you were still by his side. After a couple years you were sure Khonshu would get bored of you, but it never happened. He really wanted you by his side.
You were through it all. His little priestess. You were there when the Gods decided they won’t walk with the humans any longer. You were there when they decided to take avatars and when they all banished Khonshu because of his beliefs.
You were there by his side when another god tried to take you away from him, jealous of the relationship you had with Khonshu.
But you were his.
Then, he started to take avatars. One after the other, although you were not a fan of his cruel methods, you were blinded by your feelings for the God of the Moon.
Something about his possessive nature made you feel incredibly safe and you really liked it.
Over the many many years, you grown to love Khonshu, you loved him for the God that he was and for the protection he gave you.
Seeing him in the modern world was something that made you laugh. As the world changed, so did you, well, at least your looks.
But seeing him standing next to a bus or watching as he sat on top of a big statue, when you always feared heights.
And he knew that.
So, one evening he brought you to the very top of the Empire State Building.
You felt sick.
“Please, can we just go down.” You said as you hugged a pillar, feeling sick to your stomach.
“Look at the view.” He said.
You opened one eye, barely seeing anything through your tears before you closed your eyes again.
“Beautiful, now can we leave please?”
He sighed before he put his staff down and grabbed your waist, pulling you away from the pillar, you hugged him instead. He was hugetowering over you like a giant. But you were scared. Extremely scared.
“You are safe with me, I told you before, I proved it to you before during the wars.”
“Yes, but this is very different. I’m terrified of heights and you know that.”
“Of course I do. I know everything about My Little One.” He moved and you tightened your hold on him. “But you have nothing to fear. The night sky will always protect you, Iwill always protect you.”
“I know that, but I am still scared.”
“Or you just like to hold me.”
“No, I prefer it when you hold me. Makes me feel more safe.” Just as you said that his arms moved around you, immediately making you feel a little better. Good enough to make you open your eyes, but you felt dizzy.
“Look at the sky. It will forever guide you to me.”
“Not like I’m allowed to leave your side.”
“No, but I found a new avatar. I have things to deal with.” You nodded, this wasn’t the first, nor will it be the last.
But you managed to take a look at the view from the top of the building, seeing everything and the people below you, you were scared, but him holding you so secure, you felt a lot better.
—
Technically, his next avatar wasn’t supposed to be Marc Spector.
You assumed Khonshu would hide you from Marc just as he did before, but surprisingly, he didn’t. Because when the man turned up in your home, you were both confused and happy.
Marc was a handsome man, yes, you weren’t blind, but he had so many inner demons, you just wanted to hug him.
“This is my wife, Marc so behave.” Khonshu said as he sat down in the corner where he always preferred to sit, to oversee everything.
Wife? Khonshu often called you by cute names. Little One or My Priestess, but he never once mentioned you being a wife or anything like that. Even if you basically was his wifehe never said that before.
Marc looked confused from the God at you, you looked like a normal human as you smiled and waved at him.
“Are you hungry Marc?” you asked.
“Don’t feed him, come here. Marc will think about his next step.” You smiled again at Marc before walking over to Khonshu, who pulled you to sit on his lap. He was completely showing off to Marc just whoyou belong to.
And Marc respected that.
He truly did.
Even in the upcoming weeks, months.
—
You knocked on his door, finding it to be open, so you went in. You never expected to see him almost naked on the floor with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He looked at the mirror, you closed the door behind yourself, you looked into the mirror but all you saw was Marc.
“Steven?” you asked as you knelt down next to him.
“No.”
“Oh, Marc. What happened?” you asked as you looked him over, trying to find an injury, finding nothing you let out a relieved sigh.
But instead of answering, he took a big gulp of the almost empty bottle.
“You can talk to me you know?”
“I know but Khonshu might not like that.” Of course Marc would be a hard egg to crack, but you had time.
“You know, I used to be human. I lived in Egypt with my family. My mother got really sick, healthcare wasn’t as great as it is nowadays. She would have died if it wasn’t for Khonshu. I gave my life to serve him, so she would live a happy life. That was my deal.”
“So, you are not his wife then.”
“Technically no. But in a way, I am. He wants good for us, he never once hurt me.” You grabbed his hand as he looked into your eyes. “He saved your life as well.” That made Marc scoff as he took another shot from his bottle.
“He tricked me. And used me.”
“Well, duh. He said he was looking for someone. Someone to carry out his work. Of course, he would use you to hunt people Marc. What did you think he meant? Tea parties and cookies?” Marc pulled his hand away from your hold as he tried to stand but he failed. “I know you are in pain. Even the blind could see that you are suffering, but you have to know you are not alone. You have Steven, Khonshu and me. The moon and the night sky will always be there to keep you company.” You offered him a kind smile. And just as the sun was setting and the moon started to rise, you knew Marc was about to leave for another mission.
And surely enough, he had his suit on.
“Thank you Y/N.” he said before he literally jumped out the window.
“You are too kind to him.” Khonshu said from behind you.
“He needs it. You know just how broken he is. Even the smallest push would make him lose it, and I don’t want to lose him.”
“Youlovehim?”
“I do. But my heart belongs to you.” You turned to look at the God standing in front of you.
“You belong to me.” He said and you nodded as he walked closer and hugged you. “Mine.” He said before the two of you headed to the roof, he left to look after Marc while you watched the sky.
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: Your life with the three men was challenging but incredibly rewarding at the same time. All four of you were happy.
“Well, Jenna’s getting married.” you said as you opened the text on your phone.
“Who?” asked Marc as he looked at you from the TV.
“Jenna, an old friend of mine, we didn’t speak in like… Two years. Why is she inviting me then?” you said as you looked at the text again, confused. “Oooh.”
“What is it?”
“She is getting married to a guy I used to like. She wants to rub it in. Well jokes on her, I have three boyfriends now.” you said as you replied to the message that you are going to the wedding and you will bring a plus one. “You’ll need a nice shirt.”
“Do I have to? Really?” Marc groaned, dissatisfied with the news. Being Moon Knight meant he rather not go to elegant events, or play dress-up, but then there were you. You, who convinced even Khonshu to give him a break so he could spend time with you.
“Not necessarily has to be you, could be Jake or Steven.”
“Why do you want to go so badly?” Marc asked as you sat down on his lap, moving your arms around his neck as he held your waist.
“Because I have just the right dress and if she thinks I am the loser in this situation she has something else coming.” you smirked.
Marc loved how cheeky you could be, petty, yes, but he loved it.
“Okay, we go with you, but you take Steven, he’s the polite one.”
“Now, who says Jake isn’t polite?”
“The guy whose nose he broke last week for asking you where the train station was.” you giggled, Jake was extremely protective and jealous.
“Right, but I can’t have sex with Steven in the bathroom, he would never agree!” you complained and Marc rolled his eyes.
“Why would you want to do that?”
“It’s tradition!” you whined. “Everyone knows that.”
“No one does that Sweetheart, maybe a couple of people but not…” Marc knew there was no point in arguing with you. He knew better.
He also knew you’d get anything you wanted, and if you wanted to go to a wedding, you will.
—
Your dress was stunning, hugged you just right, making the boys’ mouths water when they saw you, you adjusted their tie. Steven was a babbling mess when he saw you, a Goddess walking over to him, he was sure he died again.
“Mi Amor,” said Jake as he fronted and started to whistle. “I’m sure we can be a bit late.” he said with a suggestive voice. He leaned over into your ear, “Me estás volviendo salvaje.” and just as he said that, Steven was back.
“Let’s go then.” you said smiling as you headed downstairs for the cab to take you.
The wedding was okay. You didn’t like them too much white which was used as decoration but it definitely wasn’t hideous.
“Jenna, congratulations,” you said as you put on your best fake smile for her, you were only there for the free food, drinks and to see your men in that suit that made them look just divine. “This is my boyfriend, Steven.”
“Hello, nice ceremony, congrats.” Steven was as polite as ever. With another smile, both you and Steven were off to the venue to get drinks.
Steven of course started it slowly but you were already two shots in by the time he lifted the wine to his lips. “Slow down, Love.”
“I can take alcohol very well. One time I drank a bottle of whiskey and barely felt it.”
You still managed to amaze him even after all these months. Steven looked up to the ceiling only to see that it was a glass roof, it was reflecting everyone, he saw Marc who smiled at you and shook his head.
“Of course she did.”
The evening went on quite well. Steven was sitting, watching people dance, including you.
“Dance with her,” Marc would often say to encourage Steven but he was too shy.
“Then let me take the body.” Steven heard Jake say.
“But don’t hurt anyone.” Steven made sure before Jake appeared.
You were dancing, enjoying your time wondering when the cake will arrive when you felt a very familiar pair of arms around you. You smirked.
“I was waiting for youu~”
“I know Mi Amor, you look delicious in this dress and the way you move…”
“I look and taste delicious just for you Mister.” you winked and it was his time to smirk.
“Vamos a salir de aquí.”
“No, I want to dance. Can I dance with all of you?”
And you did. Each one is so different and you loved them the same. Jake was holding you so close, Steven barely touched you and Marc was in-between, touching you a little but he never held onto you like Jake did.
The evening was nice, you were enjoying yourself so much, you forgot that you were at a wedding a couple of times.
You even managed to get Jake alone to the ladies bathroom for a good time. When you two were done, without a shame he walked out. Everyone knew what you two did in there, but like you cared. You needed some fresh air so you headed outside and stood by the pond.
Jake held you close as he kissed your neck. It was cute to see how sentimental he got after sex when he could be so rough with you.
“Let’s sit down.” he said guiding you to a nearby bench.
You looked at the people talking, laughing, drinking and dancing inside.
“Do you think you will ever marry me?” asked Marc, he didn’t even realize what he just said, it just came out. You looked at him, stunned. “I-I mean I already messed up one marriage so I’m not good at this but… you are different.” he looked at you, you could see it in his eyes just how scared he was of your answer.
He always said he was nothing but a broken man, but you knew that wasn’t true. he was kind, gentle and incredible.
“You will have to ask me with a ring. Only then you’ll get my official answer. But my unofficial answer is the same I gave to Jake when he asked me months ago, yes I will marry you.”
Marc wasn’t even surprised when you revealed that Jake already asked you.
You caught Steven in the reflection of the window looking at the two of you, happy.
“Maybe the next wedding we attend will be ours.” said Steven as he looked at you and Marc.
“Maybe.” you let out a sigh. Marc leaned over to give you a kiss.
It was short and sweet, it made you feel special. You even felt it when he switched with Steven.
“Love, they are about to serve the cake.” Steven said as he was afraid to ruin the moment.
But you stood up so quickly, it nearly gave him whip-lash.
“Let’s go then.” you held out your hand for him to take as you offered them a smile.
You were the one for them, from now on being by your side will be their life and future.
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~
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.
I’m in the process of moving and it’s taking up all of my time, I have 5 WIPs that I really want to push out, but I have zero time.
I promise when I get the slightest chance, I’ll work hard on finishing them.
The next chapter in my Kenobi series will probably be out first, then the next chapter in my Khonshu fic. Those are my priority then I’ll work on my oneshots and the next part of my Yancy series.
I hope you’re not too disappointed and I promise I’m trying my hardest.
Thank you as so much for the support, your interactions mean the world to me!
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In the mean time, feel free to catch up with my previous works here.
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Other warnings include: massive amounts of angst and other emotions. Asexual writer attempting smut. Violence. Bloodshed. Purple prose. Non-linear story telling. Liberal amounts of foul language. Misusing Egyptian mythology as inspiration. Soul Sex and other metaphysical shit. I also am barely acquainted with the comics.
Summary:Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur Harrow, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.
Fandom:Moon Knight(TV)
Rating:Mature/Explicit
Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)
Summary:Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur Harrow, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.
First Part: FUCK Summaries. Enjoy a creepy tomb, some Steven/Layla/Marc dynamics, jealousy (?) and Oh, I guess Osiris?
Getting Marc to admit how he felt was an impossible task, you hadn’t realized that hewas trying to tell you through his actions.
Requested by Anon:#70 You’re really close right now FromTHIS prompt list.
A/N:Marc is my favorite Moon Boy and I say that confidently.
Category:Hurt/Comfort - Mutual Pining- Angst to Fluff- Friends to Lovers
Warnings:Swearing, Description of Injury, Suggestive Themes
You threw your head back, stifling a groan.
Sweat dripped down the length of your spine as an indescribable heat simmered beneath your skin. This was your own personal torture. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, it was like a thick fog had settled over your mind and you couldn’t find your way out. The muscles of your core tightened and cramped as your teeth dug into your bruised lips.
You were bleeding out.
Not only that, you were bleeding out all over Marc’s couch.
“I’ve got everything,” Marc muttered, his face solemn as he assessed your wounds. The last of the supplies clattered onto the stained wooden table and you watched as he threw himself into action.
There was an alcohol-doused rag in his hand before you could blink. You were surprised he hadn’t just poured vodka straight into bloodied slice across your leg.
The man was on a mission, leaning in to clean the wound with an urgency that startled you. You couldn’t help but flinch away from him. You knew your life was in danger but the idea of vodka in a gash that size made you unreasonably nervous.
His hand faltered, hovering above your skin.
“Relax,”he comforted, watching you carefully from beneath a hooded gaze. “You don’t need to worry.”
You nodded, your anxiety only rising.
Marc swallowed, “I can’t do this if you’re tense.”
You glared at him, heart pounding wildly in your chest. “I’m bleeding out. Of course, I’m tense.”
His eyebrows raised at the hostility in your words but you didn’t miss the upward quirk of his lips. “Alright,” he shrugged smugly, “have it your way.”
Gently, the rag lowered to your skin and you hissed as it made contact. It felt like someone was raking lava across your thigh and the burning sensation was almost unbearable. Tears were already free-falling from your lashes, that boat had sailed long ago. Through everything you had experienced, you thought that this was by far the most painful injury you’d obtained.
“Fuck,” you groaned, throwing your head back against the couch hard.You were sure that you were dying and all the fantasies you’d had of a peaceful passing were thrown out the window.
“You know,” Marc murmured distractedly, “I’m a little disappointed.”
You barked an indignant cough, glaring at him from beneath your lashes. If he wasn’t tending to your injuries you would have thrown hands by now, undoubtedly.
“You’redisappointed?” You snapped.
“Oh, cut the shit,” The man said with a small grin, “you’re being dramatic, it’s a scratch.”
You would have laughed if you hadn’t seen the sheer terror in his eyes beforehand. The fear in his voice when he had discovered you bleeding was imprinted across the plains of your mind. Marc was usually unshakeable, a snarky but stern character that brushed things off.
The way his voice shook and his hands wavered when he’d set you down with orders to put pressure on the injury. It had made you nervous.
“I’m gonna start stitching now,” he glanced up at you. You gave a curt nod and he sighed through his nose, turning to his make-shift operating table. You almost missed the way he glared at his hands, clenching them hard. They were shaking, despite the fact that he had done this procedure thousands of times. His fingers were stained scarlet with your own blood and you think that’swhat he hated.
It was yourblood.
The stitches went by in a blur, mostly because you were in and out of consciousness. The white-hot pain of the needle was nothing compared to the wound you had managed to achieve.
After washing his hands, Marc set to clean up the rest of your battered body. Armed with a cool, damp rag, he set to work on the small lacerations across your arms. Then your chestand neck, and by the time he had made it to your face, your heart was in overdrive.
He was only inches away, leaning over you to swipe areas along your jaw and hairline. You had never seen him so focused on such a simple task. He didn’t make any eye contact despite your blatant staring, tunnel vision had him ensuring there were no more major injuries that he had missed.
He was terrified.
You could smell the remnants of his cologne, delicately perched beneath the powerful layer of smoke. Tonight had been an absolute shit fight. You couldn’t even remember where the fire had made its entrance, but you’d left that one to your fast-healingfriend.
The rag swiped gently over your brow and you hissed, drawing his attention. Finally, he made eye contact, watching you with a wary gaze.
There was a heavy silence, thick with tension from words that remained unsaid. The cloth stilled against your face as Marc paused his ministrations altogether. You were certain that he could hear your heart beating against your ribs, begging you to say something, begging him to just lean in a little closer.
His thumb lowered to your cheek, dragging along the skin in a soft caress.
He’d almost lost you.
Neither of you had truly spoken about the way you had felt for each other. It was complicated and messy to put labels on anything, and saying it aloud felt like you would only jinx it.
But as he came even closer, you knew Marc showed it through his actions, rather than words.
“You’re really close right now,” you breathed, a whisper against his skin.
A slow smile lifted the corner of his mouth, his hand moving to cup your jaw. It felt like the entire atmosphere shifted.
“Am I?” He asked coyly, his voice barely a murmur. But you had heard it clear as day; as if someone had broadcasted it across the plains of your mind.
You nodded mutely, the tip of your nose almost brushing against his.
Your heart squeezed from within your chest, and you breathed him in as he did the same, both of you frozen in a state of longing. This was the threshold, everything you had both held back on in fear of losing what you already had.
But today, he had realized life was fleeting. And today, you had realized you lovedhim.
A recipe for disaster.
“Are you sure?” The words were sonorous and teasing. Your core tightened at the sound of them falling from his tongue. There was a longing in your chest that felt urgent and desperate, you needed him, now more than ever.
“I’m pretty su-” your words were cut off by his mouth on yours.
He was a patient man, right up until he wasn’t. You had the skill of stripping him of his restrained composure and leaving him bare, open for you to see him, all of him.
Marc’s lips were warm, and his presence was overwhelming. His body caged yours in, enveloping you in an embrace you had only dreamed of for such a long time. His skin was hot, burning every inch of your body with such a delicious sear that you could have gotten easily addicted to the feeling of it.
He was careful not to jostle your wounds, even when he wanted nothing more than to drag you beneath him.
You were drunk off of his touch, the dance of your lips intimate and needy and urgent.
When his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, a gentle request in an otherwise heated moment, you knew that you would never be sated.
He was an addiction and you loved him. You murmured it against his lips, over and over. You said it like a prayer, you didn’t care, he had to have known a long time ago.
“Say it again.”
“I love you.”
His hand drifted across the length of your neck, “again.”
“I love you.”
“Good.”
And when he smiled against your mouth, you knew he loved you too.
My first Moon Knight x Reader fic is due in the next hour, be ready peeps!
I’m 1000% ready for it to flop, as it’s the first non-Star Wars related thing on my blog but if you’re into Moon Knight please let me know how I did (basically please let me know if I should just stick to Din because the other shit I write is horrendous)
