Summary: Marc never stays with you after he fucks you. You are better left in the hands of Steven. This time, he doesn’t leave you.
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (implied Steven Grant x Reader)
Word Count: ~4k
Warnings: smut, some references to rough sex, angst (with a happy ending) - don’t let me fool you this is just touch starved marc struggling with being loved
A/N: im fine im just really out here with nothing else to do but think about moon knight
Marc was an intense person.
He was like the patter of rain against the roof, against an open window pane. He was like the shock and flash of lightning during a storm.
The grim set of his mouth and shoulders, the unending weight of the world that made his brows dip into that hard line. Marc felt more than he let on, was affected by things people said and did, let the blows rain like ash against his skin and said nothing.
You had learned long ago that Marc did not welcome comfort, that he felt it was something he did not deserve to receive. Soft, shaded mornings were for his alter. Everything squishy and warm, hazed in the breathy glow of a sunrise, was for you and Steven, not him.
Steven had never felt himself be this tired before, even though he spent endless night being awake, he knew the moment he stepped into his apartment that all he wanted to do was sleep, however, that stopped when he checked the time and suddenly remembered your date.
With a sudden burst of excitement, Steven began to get ready, taking out the clothes he picked for the date days prior, combing his hair and making sure his curls are tamed, almost bathing himself in cologne even though he had a shower and did a whole get ready routine.
As he combed his hair, he noticed his reflection not looking as excited as he was. Dismissing it as being too tired, he ignored it and was on his merry way.
He showed up to the steak place waiting for your arrival. He waited and waited and waited.
Hours had passed and he was still sat there watching the entrance of the place eager for you to come.
“We’re going to be closing soon sir, are you still waiting for someone?” The waiter asked Steven sympathetically.
“Uh, no. I-I don’t think so.” He looked at the table for a moment, thinking about what to do, “I’ll actually have one of those steaks.” He stated slightly slumping in his seat.
The waiter gave him a sad smile and took the menu away to get his order.
Unbeknownst to Steven his reflection in the glass of water was watching him, feeling every bit of emotion he was.
He took his phone out and decided to call you to make sure nothing happened to you to cause you to miss the date.
“Hi y/n, how are you-“
“You have the audacity to call me days after standing me up?” You said bitterly.
“I- sorry what do you mean?” Steven was more than confused at your words.
“If you didn’t want to go on the date you shouldn’t have to ask me out in the first place.” You said softly, feeling hurt at the fact that he was the one to ask you out and then stand you up.
“What’re you talking about? I’m here at the steak place waiting for you.” He said looking at his watch.
“We were supposed to meet there two days ago Steven, on Friday. Please don’t take me for a fool. I thought you were a genuine man, clearly, you’re not.” You felt yourself getting angry and cut the call before you said something you would regret.
Steven stared at his phone in disbelieve.
What were you on about? Two days ago?
That’s when he saw the date and day on his phone. Not believing what he was seeing, he looked to the waiter who came to deliver his steak to him.
“Mate, what’s the day today?” Steven asked almost frantically.
“Todays Sunday, sir.” The waiter stated walking away.
His eyes widened, there’s no way he lost two day of his life and had no knowledge about it.
The next day he was hoping to see you on his way to work. You worked in the bakery not too far from him and would often run into him on your way to work or home.
He searched the crowd near the bakery and caught sight of you in the window. Your usual smile seemed to be sheltered and you didn’t have that spark in your eye.
Steven felt himself feeling responsible for your condition, and so he went to work with a mission in his head for after work.
“I’m going to make it up to her, I have to make it up to her.” Steven said moving around his apartment, making sure that he has everything he needs.
With flowers in his hand and the heart shaped box of chocolates, he makes his way out of the apartment and outside.
He got off work early, with an earful from his boss, just so that he could plan things accordingly and be sure to catch you before you left to go home.
“Y/n, hey-…. Please wait up. Just hear me out.” He plead as you began to walk in the opposite direction at the sight of him.
You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.
“Steven look, I get it. You didn’t want to go on the date. I-I’m over it. We can just move on from this and go back to not knowing the other existed-“
Your words drowned out in his mind as he felt panicked in that moment, he didn’t want to forget you. You were the first person to approach him and become his friend. The others weren’t as friendly to him as you were.
“Kiss her.”
A voice echoed in his mind.
“What?”
“Kiss her dammit, before she leaves.”
Steven realised you were once again going to turn around and walk away.
He stepped forward, grasped your hand and squeezed his eyes shut as his lips met yours. His hands moved to your jaw, holding you there gently as he kissed you, and as you kissed him back.
After a short moment, you pulled back to look at him.
“I don’t know why I did that. Oh no, you’re going to hate me even more now.” He began to ramble.
“Hey look at me…” You grasped his head between your hands making him look at you, “I don’t hate you.” You clarify to him.
“I’m just hurt.”
“Y/n, these passed few days. I have no idea what has been happening. Yesterday I came home thinking it was Friday and immediately started getting ready for our date and only after hours of being at the restaurant did I realise that it was Sunday and not Friday. I’m so sorry, I got you flowers and chocolate. I really like you y/n.” He said looking stressed as ever.
“You sound absolutely insane… but I believe you. I’ve no idea what’s got you feeling like this but we’re going to figure it out, okay? You look exhausted, how about we start by getting you home and ready for bed. Have you had anything to eat?” You ask taking your hand in his and holding the flowers in the other.
“I haven’t had dinner yet; I’d like it if you had dinner with me. Like a redo of yesterday- I mean Friday.” He said with a nervous chuckle.
“We can have that date once you’re well rested and taken care of.” You smile at him as the two of you walk in the direction of his apartment.
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 REQUESTED BY:N/A
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.
You met on an excavation site – Marc hung around on excavation sites, but you were never sure exactly what his job was. However, he wound up sticking with you the majority of the time, practically your excavation partner. You began to fall for each other simply because you spent so much time together. He also always asked if you’re okay after a slight misstep on site: he sees you start to slip out of the corner of his eye and immediately turns to grab hold of your wrist, which you respond to by reaching your other hand out for him; he helps keep you from falling (even though it wouldn’t have been that bad of a fall, more like a trip). “Whoa, you okay?” he asks, still holding on, looking you in the eyes. / “Y-yeah, yeah, I’m good,” you say, slightly embarrassed that you tripped and slightly blushing at the way he was holding you since you practically fell into him, “thanks, thank you, sorry- I’m fine.” / “It’s okay,” he smiles reassuringly, not condescendingly, “good, that’s good that you’re good.” You both share a laugh, not sure who should let go first thankfully someone calls your name, causing you to naturally part.
Falls in love fast — even though he’s not the one to say "I love you” first, he’s definitely the one who fell in love first. He goes head over heels for you pretty quickly after getting to know you, he just keeps it to himself because he’s a smidge insecure that you might not feel the same, he worries he’d be too much for you, and he’s just trying to protect himself until he’s sure. // It was one night after a long day out on a site, Marc was walking you back to your hotel room, through the beautiful street market full of sparkling lights. “Hey, listen, um I want to tell you something,” you say staring at the group, squeezing your hands together out of nervousness. / “Oh no,” Marc chuckles, “what did I do?” / You laugh, loving his sense of humour, “everything actually,” you tease back in a semi-sassy, semi-serious tone. / “Wait,” Marc stops walking, turning to face you, “are you- are you serious?” / “Yeah,” you admit, nodding, heart racing, “cause everything you did made me fall in love you…I love you, Marc.” / He’s stunned for a moment, shifting through the emotions of having expected something bad at first to unbelief that he actually managed to get someone like you to love him. “You’re still serious?” Marc double checks, but can’t stop the smile spreading across his lips, when you nod happily with a smile of your own, he has to take a second to soak it in.
Surprise trips — he surprises you with trips a lot, usually to places where Khonshu was sending him anyway, but then he just wanted you to be along. He knew he could keep you safe, and he knew he’d need your company for his mental state. Sometimes it’s around Egypt, other times its to other ancient sites and locations. Naturally you’re ecstatic when he tells you about it. When you ask, he’ll either give you the truth or he’ll say that it was just because. He makes a judgement call on how dangerous the mission is and if it would scare you more than comfort you to know. Usually by the end of the trip you figure it out, which can lead to a little bit of a clash, but at the same time you understand that he didn’t want to scare you. The trip usually ends with an “I’m just so glad you’re okay,” as you cradle him in your arms, him hugging tightly around your waist, head on your stomach.
Learning about the suit — when you first learned that he had the ability to summon the suit, you were getting a little too close to a mission Khonshu had sent him on. He was supposed to be meeting some fairly dangerous individuals for information, but Khoshu tipped him off that he had a follower. Thinking it was someone there to kill him, he immediately summoned the suit, and you saw it all while hiding behind a pillar. When he suddenly appeared behind you, you startled. He took you by the arms, removing the mask, and hushing you. / “What on earth are you doing here?” he whispers aggressively. / “How did you-” / “What are you doing here?” He asks agains, a very serious distress in his tone. / “I got curious when I saw you leave, I’m sorry, I-” / “Please go back to the hotel, please, I will beg you if I have to,” Marc pleaded to your shock, you’d never seen him so worried. / “Okay,” you nod, easing his stress, pressing your forehead against his, “okay, I will, I’m sorry.” / Marc says thank you under his breath, before letting you go. / “Marc, can I just say one thing?” you call out, before he’s too far away, he waits patiently, “this whole suit? The glowing eyes?” you give him two thumbs up, “that’s hot shit right there.” Shaking his head, nearly breaking into a chuckle himself, he winks, summoning the hood back on.
Overprotective — Marc is a very overprotective individual by nature, so it’s no surprise that he is with you. When someone both of you don’t know gets a little too close to you for his liking, he’ll literally step in front of you, pretty subtly, or he’ll slightly reach his arm out as a way of silently asking you to get behind him. In some situations it makes you feel extremely protected and safe. Othertimes it’s just funny, like when you show up to a site and see an old friend Marc hasn’t met yet. / “My goodness, you are a sight for sore eyes,” your old friend comments coming up to you with open arms. / “Hey, whoa, hey pal,” Marc says firmly, but friendly enough to not sound too aggressive as he places himself in front of you, outstretching an arm to keep this stranger at arms length. / Laughing and shaking your head, you touch Marc’s shoulder lovingly, before peeking around him, “this is my husband, Marc, I was telling you about,” you nearly laugh as Marc realises you know this person. Clearing his throat, Marc backs down, still keeping a few defences up. You wrap your arms around his, lacing your fingers through his as you’re given a tour of the site, “down boy, he’s just a friend,” you whisper through a smile. / “I just wanted to be sure, these archeologists gotta learn not everything’s free to touch and feel up,” Marc tries to act tough, only making you laugh and lean into him.
Very physical oriented — by nature Marc is a very touch driven individual. He definitely likes to be near you and to have a hand on you when / if he can. However, Marc is NOT the person who will make other people uncomfortable with PDA. He knows times and place and has the perfect sense of how much is acceptable in different situations. Nevertheless, you have to admit, you’ve gotten quite used to his touch almost always being on you. In public he either holds your hand or has an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close. Sometimes you take the initiative by wrapping your hands around his arm, or simply reaching around his torso, indicating that you want him closer. In hotels and at home it’s all fair game, he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling up against you as close as he wants, as much as he can. He’ll also tap your ass when you’re walking by or if he’s walking by you, it often gets your attention and leads to even more physical contact, but he just loves seeing your reaction.
Absolutely encouraging — no matter what your job is, he’s extremely encouraging fo ryou to chase your dreams in it. He’s like your own personal hype person. Marc definitely doesn’t stand for any self hate towards yoruself, “nah-uh, none of that, you’re gonna kick its ass, okay? You got this, you’re the most qualified person I know for this. Don’t sell yourself short,” Marc tells you when you express any doubt of whether or not you can actually do something. / If you come home complaining about someone or a boss Marc’s instantly on it, “do I need to go talk to someone,” he perks an eyebrow not so subtly, “you know maybe scare them a little and put in a good word for you?” / He’s the best at pep talks before you go into a meeting or go in to request permission to a specific site. “Listen to me,” he says, taking your hands in his, “you can do this, you will get what you ask for, because you are enough and worthy of this.” / You tilt you head to the side and avoid eye contact, “hey, hey,” he softly shakes your hands, getting yout attention, “repeat that after me?” he nods encouragingly, saying it again, slower, waiting for your response, “c’mon, I can’t hear you, I think I can even hear Khoshu repeating it, but I’m not hearing you.” / “Marc, that is not funny,” you say, wishing he wouldn’t make his own pain humorous, but you can’t help break a smile as he continues trying his best to get you to repeat it, once you do he send you off with a kiss and soft smack to the ass. / “We really need to talk about your dark sense of humour and coping mehanisms,” you say looking over your shoulder.
Khonshu — when you find out about his situation with Khonshu you begin to get curious an ask a few questions. Naturally Marc handles them all with tact, knowing that telling you would only make you curious, but it’s the random odd questions that take him off guard. // When you were patting dry your hair at a hotel, you squinted your eyes and turned to Marc on the bed, “Does he like me?” You ask out of the blue. / “Sorry, who?” Marc sweetly asks as if he’d missed something. / “Khonshu,” you shrug, saying the name easily, immediately catching Marc’s attention, “If he’s always around you, somewhere,” you gesture around, “and he can see things that you do, does he see me, can he hear me? Does he like me?” Pausing, but not long enough to let Marc speak, you gasp, “does that mean he’s seen me-“ / “Okay, I get it,” Marc stops you right there, feeling mildly anxious at the thought he could finish on his own, “I…haven’t asked him about you,” Marc decides on, trying to be casual, “so, I don’t really know what he thinks, and I’m not sure I care to know his thoughts, you’re not his business.” / You smile at his protectiveness kicking in, leaning over to kiss him before leaving the room, Marc watching your steps. / “She is quite a catch,” Khoshu chimes in. / “Stay out of it,” Marc snaps.
Disappears sometimes — the number one thing that puts a stress on your relationship is that he does disappear from time to time without notice. You almost always assume it’s because of Khonshu, but it scares you that you don’t even know where to start looking for him if something happened. He doesn’t want to worry you, but he doesn’t want to scar eyou either, because he always claims he can handle it. At first you thought it was a trust issue, but you began to realise there was more at play with Marc’s personal mental state. He’d forget things sometimes, uncertain if he did them or not, he’d lose track of the days a lot easier and slip into deep depressions. That’s when you realise Marc has a lot going on, mentally and physically, things take a toll on him, but nevertheless he always pushes through it. You’re his one point of security, his reason to stay alive, and his light out of the tunnel half the time. You ask how you can best be there for him, sometimes you’re given an anser, other times he just wraps you in his arms and claims he’s fine. It’s hard to get close when he’s gotten so used to surviving on his own, and you can’t blame him after everything he’s been through. So through it all, you’re there for him whatever that looks like.
Me: OMG yes honey! I love you! Let me give you a hug. Aww my precious baby! I love you so much. You deserve the world. Such a cinnamon roll. I will kill everyone that dares to hurt you.
Requested by anonymous: ‘I saw that you were looking for moon knight requests. So I had this idea for established relationships between Marc x reader and Steven x reader. Where marc/Steven are out doing recon for a potential big bad at this club. Where the reader also happens to be. They see her dancing with another guy, who is just a friend, and both of their reactions to jealousy/how they deal with the situation’
Characters:Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Meanings:(Y/N)=Your name
Warnings:Jealousy, possessiveness, swearing, some fluff
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“I feel so old right now.” Steven whined as they entered the club, the unrecognisable, blaring music made him wince, and the sight of huge crowds of people made him feel anxious.
“Well, we’re not here for a good time. Keep an eye out for this guy, Konshu really isn’t happy with him.” Marc replied, already looking around the place.
Konshu had them on another mission, they were after someone who cheated people out of their money through a made up religion, one loosely based on the Egyptian gods. This man told people that if they wanted to be safe from all the new demons and aliens entering our world, they could trust him to ease their sorrows. He might as well have flipped Konshu off right in his face.
Marc leaned againd the bar as he ordered a drink, facing the people whilst he still looked for their guy. However, someone else caught his attention. He sighed, causing Steven to panic.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Our girlfriend is here.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit. I know she said she was going out tonight, but it just had to be this club, didn’t it?”
There you were, in all your glory having a great time with your friends. You hadn’t been out for so long, having to miss nights out because of work being so hectic recently. Now you really had a chance to let done your hair and party with a good drink in your hand.
Marc and Steven were in awe of you, they always were but you looked so gorgeous in your new dress. It was fitting to your body that they loved so much, a beautiful colour on you, and it was quite short. Though Marc had gently voiced his concerns about the length of the dress before you left, he couldn’t help but think of ravishing you in it.
“Should we go over?”
“No, not until this is dealt with.”
Marc and Steven couldn’t help but be distracted by you as they tried to track down this bad guy. Although they were being thorough with their search, their gaze would always flick back to you. They loved watching you dance, they loved seeing you happy. They just wished they could be down there with you.
“I don’t think our sources were being entirely truthful, Marc.” Steven sighed. They had gone around this club dozens of times.
“No, I think you’re right buddy. But, I don’t think we should leave just yet.”
“(Y/N)?”
“Yep, might as well enjoy the rest of the night.”
Marc had a small smile on his face as he made his way towards you, luckily having spotted you within a few minutes. He was making his way through the crowd, avoiding flying limbs and hair being whipped around, when he saw you dancing with someone else, another man.
“Who’s this guy?”
Marc’s smile had now vanished, a deep frown on his face as he stormed towards you. You were so in your element that you never noticed him until he bumped into you.
“Hey!” you complained before seeing Marc.“Babe, you’re here!”
He let you throw your arms around him in glee, glaring at the man you had been dancing with.
“What are you doing here? This is a nice surprise.”
“Work.” he bluntly replied.
“Oh, well, are you finished with that?”
“Yeah. Hey, who’s your friend?”
“This is Max. We work together.”
“Do you now?”
Marc had been staring at Max the whole time. Max was uncomfortable, trying to carry on dancing with their other friends.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“Nothing.”
“There is. Babe, are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Not physically.”
“Why don’t you join us? It will be nice to let loose for a bit.”
“No, I think I’d rather go home.”
“Right, well, I’m not going to enjoy myself anymore. I can’t stay here with a guilty conscious knowing something is wrong. Just wait a minute.”
You started saying goodbye to your friends, briefly explaining why you were leaving. You ignored their pleas for you to stay, knowing that they thought your boyfriend was being controlling (they hadn’t been formally introduced, it was something you and the boys were trying to figure out. Who would you introduce in the first place?). But Marc or Steven could be seriously hurt, or Konshu could have said something to rile them up. It wasn’t worth staying out for a few more hours when you would just be worrying about them.
Though mad, Marc still took your hand, easily getting you two out of the crowds and the club.
“Steve buddy, you’re going to have to take over for a while.” Marc suddenly said.
Steven had no time to protest as they switched. Once in control of the body, he looked down at you, how confused you looked.
“What’s going on Steven?”
“We’ll talk back at the flat, yeah?”
You wanted to talk about it now, you were impatient. The mix of booze and euphoria from the good amount of hours dancing had given you a slight confidence boost, and you were going to speak up until you noticed Steven’s expression; he looked hurt, like someone had said something horrible to him. It clicked that back in the club Marc had asked who you were dancing with, but his name didn’t matter, it was another man at the end of the day. You decided to wait until you were home to talk, the guilt already eating away at you.
Steven hadn’t held your hand like he usually did, didn’t let you walk into the flat first either. He wasn’t intentionally being rude (you hoped), his mind was elswhere. It was easy to see that Steven didn’t know what to do or where to stand, so you started the ocnversation.
“I think I know why you’re both upset.”
No reply.
“You saw me dancing with Max and thought it was a random guy. I’m sorry that you thought we were…flirting, I guess, but I would never do that to either of you!”
“We know but…it still hurt (Y/N). And you were so nonchalant about it too. As if it didn’t matter that you, our girlfriend, was dancing with another man.”
“But we’re friends!”
“He might like you!”
“He doesn’t! He has a girlfriend too.”
“Some people aren’t faithful.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“No, not you, I meant Max.”
“He’s a good friend of mine. And even if he did make advances towards me I would immediately push him away! I love you two, I could never love anyone else.”
Steven was startignt to believe you. You were sincere, you weren’t causing a screaming match. Yes, your tone was stern but because you were trying to make your point.
“It’s just…well, I’m not exactly the manliest man, Marc’s better at that than me. So sometimes when other men look at you, I feel like you would want someone who can hold their own a bit better than me. Someone more confident. And sometimes I wonder if you’re better off with just Marc.”
Even Marc felt a pang in his chest. You stood up, walking over to your boyfriend.
You spoke softly.“Do you hear yourself right now? Steven, how much have you gone through and overcome? You discovered someone else living in your own body, you became a superhero! You’re so smart, and you constantly make me laugh with your cheesy jokes. Not to mention the sweetest man I have ever met, who I know I can go to for anything, whether it be a problem or just someone to talk to about a new TV show. I’m so in love with you, and I’m in love with you because of those things. You’re you Steven, and you’re amazing. I’m sorry that I’ve made you feel any other way sometimes, I won’t do it again.”
Steven glanced towards the mirror.
“I accept her apology.”
Marc groaned.“Don’t give in so easily! This isn’t fair on us.”
“(Y/N) has apologised and explained herself. Perhaps if you have a problem, you should speak to her.”
Marc was stubborn, but he also wanted to prove a point to Steven. She shouldn’t have been dancing with Max in the first place. They switched again, Steven sitting back and watching the car crash that was about to take place.
“Marc, I really don’t want a screaming match.”
“You can’t expect me to be OK with all of this.”
“Were you not listening to what I said to Steven? You two, my boyfriends who I love and adore equally, have nothing to worry about. How many times have I laid awake with you when you can’t sleep? How many-”
“Don’t try to guilt trip me. It might work on Steven, but not on me.”
“Hey!”
“What?! I’m not! I’m trying to explain to you that Max is nothing but a friend and co-worker who I happened to be dancing with the moment you spotted me. I have danced with everyone else tonight. Neither of us are disloyal to our partners, and it actually offends me that you think I would even cheat on you in the first place.”
“I worry for your safety. So many men look at you-”
“And so many women look at you! It doesn’t matter whether it’s Marc or Steven. You’re incredibly handsome. Do you know how many times I’ve caught women and men staring at you? I’m not trying to turn this on you Marc. I’m sorry to you too, I know what your first thought must have been. But you have to trust me, I would never betray you like that. I love you with all my being.”
Marc knew that he was just riled up and pissed off. He needed to let off some steam (especially since he had wasted a night on a mission that got no where), and unfortunately you were in the firing line. He let out a big sigh.
“Yeah, I’m sorry too. I just love you too much to lose you.”
“I know it’s out of love and not spite babe. Are we friends again?”
He smiled, pulling you into himself.“Best friends.”
“You can be so cute sometimes. I think you’re turning into Steven a little bit.”
Summary: After a hard day, all (Y/N) wants to do us rant to her boyfriends. But Marc ends up making things worse, and becomes jealous of Steven who seems to solve everything.
Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff
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(Y/N) was frustrated, and that was putting it lightly. She had the worst morning at work, despite only being in for half a day, then when she went to her friend’s birthday lunch, all two of the girls could do was argue with each other; turns out, one of them had been sleeping with the other girl’s boyfriend, so the argument was justified, except for when they began to get physical with one another. In fact, the whole week had been going downhill for her.
She could crashed on the sofa as soon as she got in the flat. Dragging her feet along the floor, she mumbled a hello to the two fish, before throwing herself back onto the sofa. As she kicked off her shoes, she heard the bathroom door open, Marc walking out. She knew who was present now, but it was incredibly confusing a few months ago.
“Woah, what happened to you?” Marc asked as he approached her.
She didn’t like how he worded that.“You could just say hello and ask how I am.”
“I just did.”
“No, Marc, no.” Steven could already see this going bad.
(Y/N) huffed, rubbing her eyes.“I’ve had the shittiest day. So my manager had a go at me because I was working a half day, she called me selfish and not a team player, even though she was happy to book it off for me all those weeks ago. Then I was relieved to go meet up with the girls, thinking we would have a lovely meal together. But nope. Turns out Lisa has been sleeping with Erika’s boyfriend, and it may as well have been WWE in that restaurant. And just this whole week really. Everyone has been negative, nothing is getting done. Urgh, it’s just been a lot.”
“Well, it’s done now.”
Marc didn’t mean to sound blunt, he was genuinely having a normal conversation. However, (Y/N) took it the wrong way.
“What’s wrong? Has something happened whilst I was out?”
“What? No? Why would you ask?”
“Your tone, it’s just very sharp right now.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is.”
“Babe, you didn’t even say hello when I came in.”
“Neither did you.”
She huffed.“Whatever.”
“What have I done wrong?”
“Are you listening to yourself Marc?”
“Nothing. Look, I’m just upset about the day I’ve had.”
“Then leave it at the door, it’s done now.”
“Maybe I should take over-”
“Marc! What the hell is wrong with you?”
Marc was genuinely confused, growing angry over something so little.“What I meant was just forget about it! It’s happened, you’re home, there’s nothing else you can do.”
“You don’t have to sound so cruel about it! I just wanted to rant to you, get all my feelings out. Instead you’ve just pissed me off even more.”
She stood from the sofa, throwing her handbag to the floor as she made her way over to the bed. Stripping herself of her coat, (Y/N) said nothing as she laid down, curling up into a ball facing away from Marc.
“Look what you’ve done.”
“Me?!” Marc harshly whispered, whipping around to face a mirror where Steven was glaring back.“What the hell just happened? I don’t know what I’ve done!”
“Let me take over, it will be better if I handle it.”
“No, I’m going to deal with this, I don’t need your help.”
Before Steven could argue back, Marc approached (Y/N), sitting on the edge of the bed. Although he was determined to sort this, he didn’t know where to start.
“Do…do you want a hug?”
(Y/N) rolled over to look at him in disbelief. He had no clue what he had done or how to comfort someone.
“Marc, you’re going to make this worse if you keep talking.”
“What’s with the attitude?”
“I’m not your teenage daughter Marc, speak to me like an adult, like your girlfriend.”
“I’ll speak to you like an adult when you act like one.”
“Mate.”
Now Marc knew he had fucked up. (Y/N) shook her head, he saw the tears begin to fall. She rolled back over, her voice snappy as she spoke.
“Go away Marc.”
That didn’t mean for Marc to physically leave the flat. That meant she wanted him gone and Steven to be with her instead. He hated when she did this. It made him feel invalid. She never told Steven to go away. But he was angry, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the situation.
Steven quickly took over, quicker than expecting, gasping a little when he had the control. He had to pick up the pieces, something that annoyed him. Marc had to learn.
“(Y/N)?” he softly said, he was so different to Marc.“Love, do you want to talk?”
When she didn’t move, Steven cautiously moved closer, slowly lying down behind her, spooning her as he wrapped one arm around her. He kissed her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake as she started crying.
“(Y/N), what’s wrong?, has something besides today happened?”
“No, it’s a mix of things.” (Y/N) cried, gripping onto the arm wrapped around her.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“He’ll be listening.”
“Who? Marc?”
“It’s just…it’s not just him, for starters. Yes, this week has been hell. Honestly, coming home to you two is always great, it’s been such a relief. But Marc just has to ruin it. I can’t say anything without a remark, or if something annoys me he has to quip back. I get you’re two different people, but after days like these I just want to get my feelings out of my system and cuddle. Marc doesn’t get that.”
Marc was listening to everything she said. He felt like a dick. He understood why (Y/N) always wanted Steven when she was upset. It was true that he was better at handling it. It hurt that he was the reason she was crying though.
“You know he cares about you right? He might not be as soft as I am, but he does.”
“I know, and I feel bad for saying stuff like this. It’s how I feel though.”
“Dont feel bad, you’re expressing your feelings.”
“I can’t help it. Especially after all you guys do, you don’t exactly want to come back from a fight to listen to your girlfriend complain about her normal life.”
“Yeah, sometimes the bad guys are easier.”
She let out a little giggle. Steven smiled at the sound.
“He’s so mad at me, I can feel it.” (Y/N) sniffled.
“No, he’s never mad at you.”
“Yes he is, Steven.”
“I would use the word annoyed.”
“I guess that’s a little better. Do you see him when he gets angry? He looks like he wants to shout and scream at me.”
“I do?”
“I’m not scared of him, I know he’s not going to hurt me.”
“I would never.”
“I hate arguing with either of you. You’re just easier to resolve with.”
“I think you two should talk.”
“Not yet, please. I need a moment.”
Steven agreed, letting them lie in silence together. He always wanted (Y/N) to be happy, it hurt him so much to see her cry. However, Marc had to step up and take responsibility for these arguments; Steven feared that Marc would push (Y/N) away if he didn’t change.
“I need to speak to her.”
“Not yet.” Steven mumbled back.
“Hm?” (Y/N) perked up.“Is that Marc?”
“Yeah. He wants to talk.”
“That makes a change.” she winced at her tone.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be harsh.”
“Maybe you should talk now. He’s really regretting what he said.”
(Y/N) thought for a moment. She was nervous to speak to him. Although she knew they would make up and put it behind them, she wasn’t in the mood to start crying again. Slipping out of Steven’s hold, she sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest. Wiping at her wet cheeks, (Y/N) sighed.
“OK, let me speak to him.”
Her gaze was elsewhere as they switched. The bed shifted beside her, Marc now present and looking unsure.
“I’m sorry for my tone earlier. I don’t realise how much I sound like a douchebag at times. And you know Steven is the total opposite of me, you two have never argued.”
“I understand that’s how you speak sometimes. But I had a hard day and it really wasn’t what I wanted to hear.”
Marc cautiously inched closer.“I know. I’ll work on that, I promise. Steven is just so much better at being sympathetic. I never want to see you in a state like this, it pains me. I’m…I’m just crap at consoling people. Which I then get annoyed about because I can’t do anything to help.”
“I appreciate you trying though Marc.”
“You know I love you, more than anything else in this world.”
“I know. And I love you just as much. I’m also sorry.”
“For what?”
“For always dumping my negativity on you. I could come back a bit happier and also make sure you’ve had a good day before letting it all out of my system.”
“That’s what we’re here for though. Each of us support each other. And how many times have I come back to you bloodied and bruised up?”
“More times than I would like.”
He placed a gentle kiss to her cheek.“Are we friends again?”
She looked at him with a smile.“Friends.”
They kissed, and it was so sweet. (Y/N) got up onto her knees, hugging him close. They needed to speak about this.
“Can we lie down together now?” Marc mumbled into her shoulder.
Without saying anything, (Y/N) fell onto her back, pulling Marc down with her. They laughed as they adjusted into a more comfortable position, both content. Steven was smiling to himself, Marc could be a softie sometimes.
Summary:Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn’t know that Marc exists, as well as Steven’s odd sleeping rituals.
Characters:Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings: Just fluff and it’s long
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“Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?” Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.
“Oh, I’m sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?” Marc snapped back.
“Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?”
“You slept in a weird position last night.”
Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who’s name popped up.
“(Y/N)? Who’s that? And why are you smiling so much?”
Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.
‘Good morning hope you’re OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! I can’t wait to see you this weekend, I’ve really missed you xx’
Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?
'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn’t answer. Obviously it’s fine if you’re busy, but I’m guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you’re sleeping well, I’ll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx’
“Steven, do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?”
“What does she look like?”
“None of your business! Besides, it’s all messed up now, innit? Now you’re in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don’t want to ruin it.”
“You’ve got to tell her at some point.”
“I know but-”
Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren’t in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.
“Holy shit, Steven.”
“(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?” he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.
“Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just…I was starting to worry about you.”
“You have to tell me how you picked up this girl.”
“Worry? Why would you worry?”
“It’s four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn’t have time. I’ve felt so bad.”
“No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I’m the one who’s been sleeping all day.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not at work today.”
“You remembered my schedule?”
“You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you.”
“Steven, she’s way out of your league.”
Steven was slightly offended by Marc’s words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.
(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn’t lay in bed with Steven. They couldn’t watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn’t the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn’t going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.
“Can I come in?”
She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that’s when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.
“Steven, what’s this?” she asked, not sure how to take it.
“It’s…it’s for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this,” he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,“I put this on the door so I can figure out if I’ve left the flat.”
“You do all this because of your sleep habits?”
Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn’t see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn’t lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.
Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn’t know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.
“I’m so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped…somehow.”
Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn’t realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?
“What? She’s not running away? Steven, you’ve literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she’s as crazy as you and me.”
“So, you’re not running away?” Steven squeaked out.
She squeezed him.“No you donut. I’m staying, and I’m going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?”
“I will.”
“So, I was thinking, since I’m here, maybe I could stay over?”
(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don’t banc down now, see what he says!
“You’re taking too long to answer buddy.”
“Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you’re OK with my…sleep habits.”
(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn’t ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.
“Uh, I’m afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven’t had much time to clean up. And I don’t have any food for us.”
“Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-”
“No, I didn’t mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess.”
She giggled.“So dramatic. Why don’t we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?”
He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.
“Steven.”
Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn’t look impressed.
“Would you stop stressing, you’re going to start sweating.”
“How can I not stress? You’re here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we’ve never spent the night together.”
“Never?”
“No!”
“She seems sweet, she’s gorgeous too.”
“Oi, don’t look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?”
“If she’s stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can’t do anymore wrong.”
“Babe, you want the usual?” (Y/N) called.
“Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you.”
“Right, you’re going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
“Because I love her!”
Steven started to smirk.“You haven’t told each other yet, have you?”
“No, didn’t want to scare her away.”
“Again, I think she would have run after the restraints.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake.”
Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven’s tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.
“You didn’t have to do those.” He said as he stood next to her.
“You look like you need some help babe. No offence.”
Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.
“Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?”
“I don’t know really.” they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still.“It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself.”
“That’s terrible. So you’ve been going through this by yourself?”
He nodded.
“Well, I’m here now. I’m going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep.”
“Oh, sweetheart you don’t have any of your things with you!”
(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity.“Ah, yeah, well, I wasn’t really expecting to stay.”
“You can borrow my stuff if you like.”
“Is that OK?”
“Yeah. I’m sure I’ve got a spare toothbrush too, don’t really fancy using the same one do you?”
“No, not really. Thank you babe.” she leaned over to kiss him.“Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?”
“Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you.”
Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn’t deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.
And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn’t help but shyly smile at her.“You look adorable.”
(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute.“If you say so babe. I’m glad you think that anyway.”
Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven’s behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn’t seen him this confident before.
Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.
“So, things are going well.”
Steven didn’t reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.
“OK, I know you’re not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn’t sound healthy. You’re just sleeping beside each other, it’s not like she’s expecting you to have sex.”
Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).
“You’ve got a good one here, Steven. She’s in love with you.”
It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn’t he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn’t sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.
Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn’t had a day off yet. He wasn’t tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.
“Tired?”
She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes.“Sorry, long day.”
“Don’t apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want.”
“Snuggled up? Really?”
“Aren’t you wide awake?”
“Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I’ve got a night light I can use.”
(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke.“Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen.”
He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.
“What are you doing?”
“Um, I’m trying to get rid of the sand. For you.”
Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back.“You don’t have to do that. If it helps you then we’ll leave it.”
“You sure? What if you forget and step in it?”
“It’s just sand babe, I can brush it off.”
“Thanks. That’s really nice of you.”
They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn’t want to freak (Y/N) out.
He couldn’t help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.
“I love your glasses. You should wear them more often.”
Steven chuckled softly.“I think I look a bit like a nerd.”
“And that’s a bad thing? It’s cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time.”
“Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more.”
“You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit.”
“You’re shattered love. I don’t mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway.”
(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes.“Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want.”
“And why would I do that?”
(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.
“Comfy?” he asked.
“Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night.”
“Would you want to stay over again?”
“Are you asking me to?”
“I think so.”
“Don’t feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you.”
“Then that’s settled then, innit?” he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips.“Goodnight love.”
“Goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.”
Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn’t feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)’s hair.
He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn’t want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn’t know how to go about it.
“Relax, for one night.”
Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn’t wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn’t panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.
Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.
“Good morning.” Steven whispered.
She propped herself up to properly see him.“Morning. How did you sleep?”
She had just woken up and her first thought was him.
“Better, still not great though.”
“That’s still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn’t use the shackle.”
“Oh, I totally forgot about that.”
“See? There’s some progress already.”
She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.
“You’re amazing, do you know that?” Steven gushed.
“What? Why?”
“Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed.”
“Yeah, well that’s because I-” (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it.“Because I love you.”
Steven’s breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven’s expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn’t feel the same.
“I love you.” Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.
Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.
“I love you.” Steven said again.
“I love you.”
“It feels good to say that.”
“Have you been wanting to say that for a while?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Me too.”
They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.
(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up.“Mind if I go have a shower?”
“Course.”
As she stood, Steven’s eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn’t feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn’t care if it was on purpose or an accident.
“If you don’t join her in the shower, then I will.”
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE send in your requests for Moonknight! I absolutely loved this show from the start, and who can resist Oscar Isaac anyway? I do have some of my own ideas already that I will be posting but I would love to hear from you all!
Pairing:Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader
Request:a follow up fic to breeding kink where the reader is already pregnant. Could you imagine how soft Steven would be? And how protective Marc would be? Could be an awesome dynamic. I can just imagine them arguing over a crib and it’s safety.
Warnings:Smut, soft lovemaking, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff, protective dad mode.
Notes: This has sat in my WIPs for weeks until I had the inspiration to finish but I’m really happy with how this turned out! I usually love a good dom!Marc but sometimes a little subby is what a man needs! Plus switching is more fun lol!
“Hey Marc…” you greeted into the home you shared with him as you walked in.
You froze, however, when you noticed that it looked like he hadn’t moved a muscle since you left hours ago. Marc stayed hunched over his desk in the far corner of the space as he mumbled to himself and scribbled notes down. Papers littered the area around him and only a small desk light lit up the room. He barely even acknowledged that you were back, too focused on his work.
“Marc,” you repeated in a sterner tone as you crossed the space and rested your hands on his shoulders, “You work too hard baby,” you squeezed the taut muscles as you felt him stiffen under your touch.
He sighed and leaned back to look up at you, “Hey baby,” he finally spoke, “I’m just so close to figuring this out I just need…”
“What you need,” you interjected as you spun his swivel chair around, “Is to take a break.”
Marc glared at you for interrupting him, but before he could let out a vocal protest, you dropped down to your knees between his spread legs. His mouth hung open as you looked up at him with a fire in your eyes. Any argument was lost as you ran your hands up his inner thighs and fiddled with the zipper of his pants.
“Baby…”
“Shhh,” you cooed as you tugged at the zipper.
A smirk lit up your face when you saw the fabric beneath your hands twitch and you knew you had Marc right where you wanted him. With expert precision, you easily freed his cock from his pants. Your mouth watered when you saw that he was half hard already just from your teasing touches.
Marc knew that you were aware of the effect you had on him. You were his ultimate weakness, and you both knew it. Just one look from you rendered him speechless and just one touch turned the usually hardened mercenary into a puddle of mush. Sometimes he hated how easily he fell to you. But, there were times like this when you knew exactly what he needed and how to give it to him, so he couldn’t complain too much.
He was absolutely in love with you after all.
“Shit baby,” Marc hissed as his hands landed on your scalp.
You didn’t reply with your words. Instead, you licked a long, slow, deliberate stipe up the length of Marc’s cock that sent a shiver up his spine. His grip on your scalp tightened as he gasped at the sensation. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on the sensitive skin a few times before you wrapped your lips around it.
A low groan escaped Marc’s throat as you engulfed his cock with your mouth and sank down on it. He let out a string of curses as he surrendered to the warm wetness of your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down the entire length until he was rock hard for you.
With determination, you hallowed out your cheeks and sucked hard on his cock. A loud moan that Marc couldn’t control echoed in the room as you worked him the way you knew he liked. You dove into his body with your face and didn’t stop until your nose nuzzled the skin of his lower stomach.
You gagged on his length, but you didn’t let up as you pulled back and then forward again. Marc’s grip on your scalp tightened as you repeated the action several times. Every time you lunged forward, you felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and it burned so good. You knew he was enjoying it too from the string of groans and curses he let out.
Needing a breath, you pulled back and let go of his cock. A string of spit connected the two of you as you inhaled deeply and looked up at Marc with glossy eyes. The two of you stayed still for several moments, completely lost in each other’s gaze.
When he whispered your name, you leaned forward again and wrapped your lips around his cock once more. He hissed as you swirled your tongue around him and poked at the prominent veins along his shaft. After you teased him, you swallowed his entire length again and devoured him like a popsicle on a hot summer day.
“Fuuuuck,” Marc growled loudly as he felt the familiar heat build up from deep within him.
You hummed into his body as you picked up your pace, determined to make him explode in your mouth.
It didn’t take long for you to get what you wanted, and after a few more pumps of his cock, Marc came hard into your mouth with a loud scream. He tugged at your scalp as his seed spilled into your mouth, and you sucked greedily for every last drop. Marc’s mind swam as he lost himself in the bliss that was your skilled tongue and warm mouth.
But even as he rode out his orgasm on your face, you didn’t stop. You kept going as you continued to suck and lick at his now overstimulated length. His entire body trembled as he felt like he could float out of his chair if it weren’t for your tight grip on his thighs. His eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back.
“Baby… Shit…” he groaned through gritted teeth as he buried his hands in your scalp.
You hummed around Marc’s cock, which only added to the rush of emotions he felt. He felt both hot and cold at the same time, like he would burst into a million pieces and melt into a puddle. He wanted to scream and cry and moan all at once. Never before had Marc felt anything like this, never before had he been so overstimulated. And he never wanted you to stop.
Lucky for him, stopping was not in your agenda; unless Marc were to pull you off of him, you were determined to keep going. Usually, it was Marc who took charge and took care of you. Today though, you wanted to make him forget anything except for your mouth and your name. It was a rush to have such a strong and tough man in the palm of your hand, and you loved how he instantly melted for you. You knew not to take his surrender for granted, and you were grateful he allowed you to pleasure him like this.
You hallowed out your cheeks and sucked hard as you bobbed your head up and down. Already, Marc’s cock hardened again as if he never came in the first place. Over the sound of your slurps, you heard a string of curses from Marc’s lips and you couldn’t help but smirk around him.
“Need me to stop?” you asked as you released his cock with a loud pop. You kept your lips hovered over the tip and placed light, soft kisses as you gave him a moment to catch his breath.
“Fuck no!” Marc replied in a breathy whisper.
You smirked before you devoured him once more. In one swift movement, you swallowed his entire length until his cock hit the back of your throat, which caused Marc to let out a loud scream unlike anything you’d ever heard from him before. Though you couldn’t see it, tears formed in his eyes from the wave of sensations and emotions that suddenly flooded his mind. Strands of his hairs tickled your nose as you buried your face against his body.
Tears of your own fell from the corners of your eyes, but you kept going. You slowly pulled back as you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The prominent vein pulsed under your touch until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head before you dove back in quickly, the entire time Marc writhed and groaned at your every move.
“Fuck… Baby…”
Marc had so many other words on the tip of his tongue, but every time you swallowed his length, you unknowingly took all his words as well. He wanted to tell you how amazing you were, how good you made him feel. But all that he could form was a string of slurred curse words mixed with your name.
But that was all you needed to hear.
Soon enough, you picked up your pace once more and you bobbed your head up and down Marc’s cock as you sucked hard. You were done teasing him for now and you wanted nothing more than for him to cum again. Once your nose hit his belly, you hollowed out your cheeks and took him in as deep into your throat as you possibly could. You choked back a gag as you swallowed around Marc’s cock, which caused a shiver up his spine.
“Please baby,” he begged in a strained voice as he cupped your head.
Hearing Marc Spector beg was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world to you, second only to the way he moaned your name when he came.
You hummed around him as you sucked hard and bobbed your head up and down, determined to hear your favorite sound. By the way he cried out and tugged at your scalp, you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait long.
And you were right; it only took a few more thrusts into your mouth for Marc to cum again. With a loud groan and a sharp pull at your scalp, he spilled himself into your mouth while you hummed around his overly sensitive cock.
It wasn’t until Marc yanked you off of him that you finally stopped. You would have gladly kept going as long as he would let you, but you could tell by the glazed over look in his eyes that Marc was spent. Your mouth hung open as a mix of your spit and his seed dripped from your lips. You looked at him with your own glazed over expression as a trail of saliva remained your only connection left to his cock.
The two of you stared at each other in silence for several moments. Only the sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room as you looked deep into the other’s eyes. Marc’s hand stayed on the back of your head as he gently brushed his thumb across your scalp. Your hands stayed on his lap and your lips remained parted as you breathed deeply. Behind both of your eyes burned fire so bright they could melt steel.
And both of you knew what that look meant.
Without a word, Marc let out a growl as he launched himself forward and pounced on you. You knew it was coming, but you still let out a gasp as you suddenly found yourself on your back with his body over yours. He quickly swallowed any other sound you were about to take as he captured your lips with his. Marc groaned as he tasted himself on your tongue, but it only fueled him more.
As his tongue tangled with yours, Marc quickly tugged at your clothing in a desperate need to undress you. And just as he surrendered to you, you surrendered to him and allowed him full access to your body. Just as much as he trusted you, you trusted him, and the fire raged within you as you suddenly found yourself completely bare for him.
“Marc…”
“Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he groaned as he wasted no time and dove ino between your legs.
You let out a loud scream when Marc’s mouth covered your pussy and your hands immediately went into his hair. He didn’t have the patience to tease you today and right away he licked at your clit and sucked hard as he devoured you like you were his last meal.
After being so focused on Marc and his pleasure, you didn’t even realize how wet and turned on you were and in no time, you felt the familiar tingle of your approaching climax. Marc knew exactly which spots drove you wild and where and how hard to flick his tongue against your pussy to make you scream his name. He was just as familiar with your body as you were with his.
“Oh fuck… Fuck, Marc!” you cried out as your body felt like it was on fire for real.
He groaned against your body as he ran his tongue up and down your folds while he pushed two of his thick fingers inside you with little resistance. And it was that added pressure of him filling you up that pushed you over the edge. The moment his fingers were completely buried inside you, you came hard with a loud scream as you pulled his soft hair. Your entire body trembled as your legs shook on either side of his head as your mind swam in the pleasure he gifted you.
But just as you didn’t stop at just one orgasm, neither did Marc.
Your screams turned more into whimpers as Marc kept licking at you with his tongue while he started to pump his fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. In a lull of your moans, he heard the deliciously wet sounds of your pussy, and it only made him hungry for more. Every time his fingers filled you, your moans grew louder and louder, and he knew he was close to that perfect spot deep inside you that never failed to make you gush: something Marc was exceptionally proud of.
“Marc… Marc… Fuck… Ahhh,” you moaned as you felt as if you would float away if he let go of you.
He would never let go of you, though, and he would hold you tight and keep you close forever as long as you would have him. Marc hummed against your body as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard while he thrust his fingers into you harder. The cry you let out sent a jolt through his own body as he knew he hit his target.
“More baby,” he groaned, “Give me more, gorgeous.”
“Oh my g…” you couldn’t even form a full thought as you saw stars from the way he licked at your clit and fucked you with his fingers.
“That’s it baby, just let go,” Marc moaned around you as he picked up his pace.
With every thrust of his fingers, you were closer and closer to your second climax. And from the way he hit your g-spot every single time, you both knew you weren’t going to last much longer. With a swirl of his tongue around your clit, and the way his thick fingers hit just right, it only took a few more pumps before you came hard again.
You threw your head back as your body shook even harder than before and you screamed so hard that you hoped the neighbors wouldn’t hear. You bucked your hips up as you grinded against Marc’s face as you felt yourself gush against him as tears filled your eyes.
It wasn’t until you tapped him twice that Marc finally broke away from you. Immediately, you flopped down completely limp on the floor, your arms and legs spread out at your sides as your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. Marc stayed hovered over you as he watched you come down from your intense back to back climaxes. His chin and lips glistened with your juices; something he always wore proudly until he licked it off. His own arms trembled as he fought to stay up, but it was a losing battle.
Marc soon dropped down into the floor on top of you with a dramatic sigh. You let out a surprised grunt as you suddenly felt his entire weight on top of you, but you quickly recovered and wrapped your arms and legs round him as you chuckled softly.
“Shit baby,” he whispered, “That was…”
“Incredible,” you finished his thought.
“Fuck yeah,” he agreed with a soft laugh of his own, “And so fucking hot.”
You loved the sound of Marc’s laugh. And you savored it for a moment as you placed a feather-light kiss on his temple, “I should force you to take breaks more often, Marc.”
Marc gave you a squeeze as he stifled another laugh, “Yeah, I think maybe you should.”
