“I’m not Steven, you do not control me or my actions Marc.”
Y/N threw her satchel onto the nearby table once they entered their room in the place they were staying. The sun was slowly disappearing from the Egyptian sky and all she wanted to do right now was take a shower to wash off the day’s sweat but unfortunately for her, Marc wasn’t about to drop their argument just yet.
“We’re not in London and out here you could get yourself killed, fuck- stop!” Marc angrily held onto her wrist, keeping her from walking off on him. With furry in his eyes, Marc towered over the woman that pushed his buttons repeatedly.
“Let go of me Marc.”
“No, you’re going to stand here and listen to what I have to say.”
“I’ve heard enough from you today that’ll last me a lifetime. I wanna speak to Steven.”
“You could’ve gotten killed out there today, I told you to stay put.”
Let me have the body Marc
Y/N glared at the fuming man that’s still towering over her with a hard look on his face meanwhile Marc and Steven were going back and forth internally. Y/N merely quirked her eyebrow and he loosened his grip on her, rolling his eyes as she walked off.
Give me the body, she’s only going to keep this up unless you let me take over
“I seriously don’t know how the hell Steven puts up with you.” They both held each other’s gaze in the full body mirror and Steven continued to plead for him to let him out. Instead of retaliating, Marc grunted and gave his alter-ego the green light to take over the body they shared.
“Hello love.” Y/N’s stoic demeanour quickly faded at the sound of the British accent that belonged to Steven Grant. Removing her hair tie, she turned to face the sweetheart of the two egos with her signature smile plastered on her face.
“I never thought he’d let you out so easily.” She closed the distance between them both to wrap her arms around him in the tightest hug she could give him and Steven returned it.
“It wasn’t easy, he’s pissed off.” Marc glared at Steven in his reflection in the mirror that faced them.
“Good, he’s a controlling, ignorant asshole that throws a hissyfit when things don’t go his way.” Steven winced as Marc shouted in his head at her remark. I’m an ignorant asshole?! Fuck this, give me control right now Steven!
“He was only looking out for your safety, love.” She scoffed and turned on her heels to get to the bathroom. Steven waited for the door to shut behind her before walking over to the mirror.
“Mate you might want to not shout in my head next time, yeah.”
“Give me the body now.”
“Absolutely not, you’re the reason she’s pissed and if I have to stay up all night for you to not get control I’ll do it.” Marc clenched his jaw staring back at Steven as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I get that you were trying to keep her safe but she’s tougher than you think mate.”
“I don’t give two rats ass, she could’ve gotten hurt or worse yet, killed. I get that she’s your only friend but I’m not going to let this shit fly.” Steven’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head and he struggled to get his words out.
“Don’t-”
Marc reached for the bottle of whiskey and brought the bottle up to his lips; Steven was no longer in control of the body and she’s in for it when she gets out of the shower.
“What’s your brilliant plan idiot?” He ignored him and downed another mouthful of whiskey. He placed the half empty bottle back on the bedside table just in time as she walked out in an oversized white t-shirt.
“Honestly though Steven, I don’t know how you do it.” She bent over to grab her bag off the floor, oblivious to the man’s changed behaviour and the fact that he was no longer seated on the bed but now standing behind her. She straightened up and gasped, not expecting him to be standing there.
“He doesn’t put up much of a fight unlike you.” Marc’s breath fanned against the shell of her ear sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re quiet now? I thought you had a whole damn lot to say about me earlier.” Y/N turned to face the man that just couldn’t seem to leave her to cool off; both of them exchanging nasty looks.
“You are the most unbelievable, infuriating, insufferable, controlling prick-” Her words were cut short when Marc wrapped his large hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to restrict her breathing for a few seconds.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the way Marc had his hands on her and the fact that he made her feel so small, so submissive, had a pool of arousal forming in her clean underwear. Marc’s curls fell onto his forehead as he leaned in closer to her making him look even sexier than before. Y/N innocently batted her eyes at him as he guided her backwards until her back came into contact with the wall.
“Since you had so much to say about me, let me return the favour.”
“Screw you.” Marc tightened his grip and held it long enough until she wriggled to regain oxygen in her lungs.
“You’re stubborn and think that you always know best. You’re quick to jump into danger without thinking things through, you’re temperamental-”
“You’re one to talk-”
“You’ve got a smart mouth that’s bound to get you into trouble and when it does, I want to be right there when it happens and Steven? He’s going to have no choice but to watch.”
“Fuck off, Marc.” Y/N lashed his chest which only ended up with the front of her body being pressed against the wall with her wrists held behind her back.
“Now why’d you think that was a good idea, sweetheart?”
“Marc-” His name fell from her lips in a pleading manner, the only problem was that she didn’t know if it was a plea for him to stop or for him to continue whatever the hell this was.
“You like this sweetheart? You like the way I have you pinned against the wall, don’t you?” Marc’s voice dropped an octave lower making her walls clenched tightly around nothing.
“In your dreams.” Marc brought his hand down on the flesh of her exposed ass, ripping an involuntary moan from her. He did it again and smirked as she gave him the same response, this time he messaged the area he spanked to soothe the sting.
“You’re so responsive to me.” Marc moved his hand around to the front of her, his fingers trailing the fabric of her underwear. Y/N opened her legs further apart for him to have better access to where she needed his touch the most. Marc lightly bit down on her ear as he rubbed her through her soaked panties.
“Marc, please.” His teasing was driving her insane, she needed him and she needed him now but he wasn’t giving in so easy.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” Her mouth fell open following him shifting the thin material to the side to run his digits through her arousal.
“Shit.” Marc was enjoying this too much, his erection was dying to be released from the confines of the jeans he had on. Y/N bit down on her lip feeling him insert two of his fingers into her cunt while the pad of his thumb was pressed against her bundle of nerves.
“You’re dripping wet baby girl and I barely even touched you.” Y/N pushed back against him grinding on the tent in his pants. Marc released her wrists and she immediately undid his belt and jeans before slipping her hand into his boxers.
“Not so fast.” He smacked her hands away from his throbbing member and removed his other hand from between her legs. Marc turned her around and dropped to his knees; he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid it down her legs, discarding it somewhere behind him.
“I wanna taste you.” Y/N leaned against the wall again for support as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder before flattening his warm tongue against her nether region. Her hands latched onto the mass of curls that sat on top of his head, grinding down onto his face as she chased her release. Marc sucked and licked, lapping up her sweet juices like a man unable to quench his thirst.
“Don’t stop- shit.” Her climax was right around the corner, Marc could tell by the way she was desperately grinding down on him.
“No, Marc- fuck!” The smug bastard left her hanging, pushing himself to his feet with a wicked grin on his face.
“You want to cum, you’re going to have some apologising and begging to do.” He guided her over to the edge of the bed and pushed her onto her back. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows with a scowl on her face, watching as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, followed by his green button up and black t-shirt.
Her walls fluttered around air, watching as he stroked his erect cock; he had length and girth, she needed him to stretch her out in the best way possible. Marc watched on as she opened her legs for him to see her glistening cunt. He stepped over to her and slapped his cock against her swollen lips to get her talking.
“If you want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours sweetheart you better start apologising.” Marc thrusted his hips against hers, coating his shaft in her slick arousal; his antics making her swallow her pride.
“I’m sorry Marc.”
“For?”
“I’m sorry for everything that I said now please, please fuck me.”
“That wasn’t so hard.” Marc lined up with her entrance and slowly slid all the way in; both of them moaning in union at the feeling. Marc pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and caged her in using his body.
“You’re so tight.” Y/N pulled his face down to hers, crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Marc pulled all the way out before thrusting back into her, setting a moderate pace as he pounded into her.
If anyone had told her that on her third night in Egypt she’d be getting fucked by her friend’s alter ego, she would’ve said that they’re crazy but here she was with her legs spread apart and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Marc..” He kissed her again before standing upright; he spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upwards, this new angle gave him access to the spot that had her seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed beautifully with the sound of her arousal coating his cock and their moans of pleasure.
Marc’s hand found its place on her neck again, slightly choking her as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her climax. The coil in the pit of her stomach was wound up so tight, she was about to tip over the edge.
A pornographic moan escaped her as Marc rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit in a back and forth motion. Her toes curled and her back arched off the bed beneath her, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the sheets.
“I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.”
With a cry of his name, her walls clamped down on him drawing a slew of profanities from his mouth. His hips came to a stuttering stop as he spilled his hot seed into her. Y/N pulled him back down to her for yet another kiss, however, this one was slower and intimate. Marc lazily rocked his hips, mixing their releases together as they both came down from cloud nine. He pulled out completely and she blissfully sighed feeling his release spill from her abused hole.
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Words: 2600
Warnings: Cursing, mention of sex, break up, Jake can be a dick
Summary: Marc had a suspicion he had another person in him, Steven wasn’t the only one, that was evident after what happened with Harrow. But neither Marc nor Steven could be prepared when they met Jake.
When Marc realized that Khonshu tricked them, he was fuming, and so was Steven.
“You said you would let us go!” yelled Marc.
“I said I’ll let you and the worm free, never mentioned your third party.” Marc and Steven both felt as if their stomach fell, the feeling of being played was devastating.
They found themselves on yet another mission. A mission they thought was long over, yet here they were, standing in a weird temple and the worst is that Layla was with them.
“Khonsu, you liar!” she yelled. “You said you would set them free!”
“Again, I never mentioned the third one, if he chose to work for me, that has nothing to do with you.”
All three knew Khonsu had a point. Yet, still, they were super mad.
“You played us!” said Steve as he came forward.
“Can we get over this, please? We are here to catch someone very dangerous before you three decided to arrive, the plan was going swimmingly,“ said Khonshu.
Layla followed what he thought was Marc, that is how she got there and how thankful she was that she went.
Then they met the guy they were there for.
His name was Jacob Highs, according to Khonshu he likes to torture people and plays cruel games with them.
"Marc Spector, I know about you. Now, it’s time for you to face your demons!” the man let out a wicked laugh.
“Kill him Marc!” yelled Khonshu. “Kill him before h-”
—
“Marc?” he heard Layla’s voice.
“What happened?” he asked as he opened his eyes, he found himself in an old dingy house. From the window, he could see the outside was pitch black. No landscape, nothing, only darkness.
“I-I don’t know but…” Layla couldn’t finish her sentence as Marc was hugged suddenly.
“Oh, Marc! I thought you died!” said Steven.
“Steven? How is this possible?”
“Told you Highs is dangerous.” said Khonshu, "He likes to play with people. This is one of the realms he created.“
Marc finally stood up and he noticed another man, another him.
"So, you are Jake.” all three looked at Jake who rolled his eyes, not answering. The three started to talk trying to figure out what to do.
“How do we get out of here?” asked Layla who looked at all three men and Khonshu.
“We wait.” said Jake, finally speaking up, everyone looked at him.
“Wait? Are you out of your mind?”
“Technically, yes. I am.”
“How could we just stand and wait?” asked Steven as he looked at everyone.
“We will die here if we don’t find a way out.” said Layla.
“Yeah, let’s just start walking, get out of this filthy house and see what we are against.” said Steven as Marc was thinking.
“No, we need to wait.” said Jake again with a firmer tone.
“Why would we just sit here and wait?” asked Marc, annoyed with the man in the hat.
“Because, unlike you two, I have a girlfriend who is actually useful.” said Jake and just as he said that Jacob’s unconscious body flew in the window, shattering the glass as he landed. Jake made an ‘I-told-you-so’ face at the others before the door opened and a woman came in, you.
“Oh,” you looked at all the people in there. “Hello.” you offered a small wave. You looked at Khonshu. “So, he doesn’t speak and I didn’t want to kill him in case that would get us stuck here forever.” you said and then turned to the others. “Well, this is… awkward.”
“Hi, Mi Amor.” you smiled at Jake and placed a kiss on his lips, he pulled you close by your waist.
“There they go again.” said Khonshu as Jake whispered Spanish words into your ear before disappearing to find a way out.
The other three just watched in disbelief. Not it all made a lot more sense to Layla, whenever Marc forgot a date or he was late, or he had marks on him that wasn’t from fighting, Layla had a suspicion he had another woman, but she never knew Jake was there and that he had someone.
When you finally pulled away from Jake, he kept you close, kissing your neck, determined to leave a mark on your delicious skin.
“Sorry, this is a bit, come on now.” you tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.
“Who are you?” asked Steven.
“You must be Steven, lovely to meet you and you Marc, and oh what was it? Lauren?”
“Layla,” said Marc with a very annoyed tone but you didn’t mind.
“Right, lovely to meet you all, Jake did mention you three, but as you can see he’s not big on talking.” just as you said that Jake pulled you closer, and it made you giggle but he also bit your neck a little.
“My name is Y/N, I’m Jake’s girlfriend and partner in crime. I’m a descendant of a Goddess, not too sure which one, I have certain powers. Like I can see the angry pigeon standing behind you.” everyone turned to see Khonshu there.
Jake finally finished with your neck as he let you go, but still kept you close.
“I wasn’t able to find a way out.” he said before he turned to Jacob, he was out cold and he will be for a long time. “We will stay here and when he wakes up we will convince him to let us out.”
“Lovely, this is like camp when you are a kid. I would love to get to know you all better. Let’s start with you Steven.” you sat down on the floor, creating fire in the fireplace to keep you all warm.
And you talked.
—
You talked a lot. Marc was sure he has gone mad. Not that he wasn’t already insane but this.
To finally meet the man who killed many, whom he didn’t know about, who he cannot even remember, and he had a girlfriend?
Marc was loyal to Layla, always.
But this, this was too much, and by Layla’s expression, he thought the same.
“So, how does this work?” asked Marc with a very annoyed voice. “We find out that Khonshu lied to us, we are still Moon Knight, and now this. Another me and you?”
“I know you feel cheated, Khonshu did hide this from you b-”
“And just who the fuck are you?!” Marc was now angry.
“Amigo! Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to my girl! If it wasn’t for her that fucker would be out there torturing us.”
“This IS torture!"
Steven wanted to defuse the situation, he really did but he agreed with Marc.
"So, how does this work?” he asked the same question Marc just did.
“He comes to me, we go on dates, usually that includes killing people Birdie tells us to kill, then we go back to my place or to his, sorry, yours and have sex. Easy life. I leave before he wakes up or he leaves before you switch.”
The way you were so causal about this was disturbing. They all made a face.
“Look, I know you all are new to this, but I am a good fucking person okay? I help people, I save people and I knew what I was getting into when I met Jake. He told me about you three, he told me how this works, you all can be angry at me all you want, but you cannot deny a man from his love.”
Layla was too quiet during all this, even you noticed. It must be hard for her to hear all this, but this wasn’t just about her.
You loved Jake and Jake loved you, they all have to live with that as you live with the fact that Marc and Steven love Layla.
“Nah, I say we vote. It’s two against one. You two have to stop… this.” said Steven.
“Vote? Are you mad? Do you want me to crush your skull?” spoke Jake but you put your hand on his shoulder.
“Try me.” you said. “Try it, try and separate us, Steven, even you Marc, I challenge you to try.” They didn’t know what you were capable of. And for Jake, you’d do everything.
Suddenly everything felt cold, the windows started to freeze and the fire went out, the wooden floor began to get slippery with the ice on the surface.
You weren’t joking, Marc thought you were, but you were not.
Powers? Definitely. You were scary, Marc didn’t want to mess around with you, not for one bit.
That fire in your eyes as you stood up for the one you loved, he had never seen that before, not even in his own eyes.
It made him question so many things.
And by the look on Layla’s face, as she excused herself to another room, he knew.
You watched as the two left, leaving Steven behind.
“So, Steven, I heard you work in a gift shop in a museum?”
“Used to work.” he corrected.
“Right, so, anything you learned there? Jake never really liked it, although he did like one of the tour guides.” you said sending a side-eye towards him.
“It was you? You asked her on a date to the stake house!” now it made sense even to Steven, he did find it difficult to believe Marc, who was married would ask someone on a date.
“Yes, but I found someone better.” you smiled as Jake finally sat down beside you. “Tengo Frio, Amor.” he said and you put the fire back on. Steven sat down close to it, thankful that the ice was finally gone.
“Look, Steven, I understand this is a lot to take in, it was a lot for me as well. But I’m not going to let Jake just leave. Maybe it is unfair to Layla, but if you take him from me, that is unfair to me. You have to understand, please. I love him. And I’m sure I can love you too. I mean no harm.”
You spoke so gently like you were trying to make a child understand something huge, and you kind of were.
You understood their side, you really did. But you were not willing to let go of Jake. Never.
When Layla and Marc arrived back, they looked… not happy. To say the least.
“Okay, now that we talked about this, ready to leave?” you stood up as did Steven and Jake.
“W-But I thought you said you can’t-”
“I never said I can’t get us out of here, all I said is that I’m not willing to kill him to risk getting us stuck.” you said smiling at Steven.
“Smart girl.” said Khonshu as he waited. You closed your eyes but then remembered one more thing.
“Oh and Mr Lockley, you better thank me for this! You know what I like!”
“Ice cream.”
“That, and you on your knees baby.” you winked and before anyone could answer, you quickly worked your magic.
—
Marc woke up in his bed, alarmed at what just happened, he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not.
“Steven? Was it all a dream?”
“If it was, we dreamt the same thing. We have to go to work.”
Marc got dressed and let Steven take over so they could go to work. Both of them were thinking hard. Was it really all just a dream?
Steven worked as usual, having a smile on his face as he served everyone. And just like Marc, he couldn’t think of anything else.
He knew he will need to talk to Layla and you as well. But how would this work out? Would this work out at all?
—
Well, Layla wasn’t happy. At all.
Is seemed like she understood the fact that Egyptian Gods were real better than that a person can have D.I.D. It broke Marc’s and Steven’s heart.
She left them.
Marc blamed you, of course he did, but Steven, he felt something else, curiosity.
He wanted to find you, and he was willing to ask Jake for help. But he knew better than to mess around with Jake especially since Marc knew about Steven’s steps.
Another week ended, you let out a sigh as you stood in front of the museum. Jake asked you to come since he wanted to go to a restaurant. You eyed the woman he asked previously on a date.
“Damn, she’s gorgeous.” you said as she smiled at her colleague and left.
You turned around to look at the stairs, seeing one person coming your way.
“Would you look at that, I was waiting for,” you checked your watch. “Five minutes…hmm… it felt longer.” You moved your arms around his neck as you kissed him.
But something was off, instead of his arms moving around you, he just froze.
“Shit. Steven?” you asked as you quickly pulled back.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Oh, sorry, Jake said he wanted to meet, I thought you were him. I’m sorry.”
You wanted to leave, disappear.
“I-I actually wanted to speak with you. If you are up for it.”
“Sure, let’s go eat something I’m starving.”
You two arrived at a steak restaurant, you ordered a nice plate of steak while Steven only asked for a salad.
“You are charming.” you said and it made Steven stutter.
“Thank you.”
“Charming, smart, handsome and British. Nice combination, makes all the panties drop.” you probably shouldn’t have said that especially while he was drinking, but you did.
“Layla left us.” he said with such a sad tone it made you feel bad.
“I’m sorry Steven.”
“It was her decision, she said she couldn’t bear the thought of Marc with someone else.”
“So, is he blaming me? Are you?”
“No, it was her decision, we could have made it work.” you could have, really, but if she wasn’t up for it.
“Alright then, Mr Accent. Let’s not talk about your ex on our first date. Tell me about you. You obviously know a lot. You might be able to help me.”
“Help you?”
“Yes, you see, I am really interested in my past, I’m still not sure where I got my powers from and I want to find out.”
He looked interested like a new quest just opened its doors for him.
“How much do you know?”
“Besides the name of the orphanage I grew up in, nothing.”
Then his eyes changed.
“Hi Marc.”
“I’m not angry at you, you didn’t make Layla leave, but what are you doing with Steven?”
“Asking for help, that’s all.” you really had no other intentions but you understood that Marc was protective over Steven.
“I’m sure you will grow to like me. I like Steven he is kind.” Marc was still not sure about you. Then you looked up at the building behind him, he did as well as he saw Khonshu.
When he turned back, you noticed the change immediately.
“There you are” you smiled as he finally appeared.
“Who was it?”
“Both actually, she left them.”
“Good.” Jake called over the waiter ordering a steak.
“Don’t be mean, she was nice.”
“She didn’t fit me. You do.” Jake was always harsh you were used to it by now, it also rubbed off on you a little so now you were the same from time to time. “Now, Marc has to get used to the thought as well. And you will be able to move in as I asked you before.”
“Whatever you say, Babe.” you smiled as you drank from your wine.
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.
Summary:Marc went through a lot already, good and bad, mainly bad, but with you came all the good.
Your pregnancy shook up Marc better than anything before. He never felt such anxiety as he did when you showed him that pregnancy test, and it was positive.
He was switching between himself and Steven a lot. Which you noted was due to his nerves getting the best of him. And just when you were about to feel bad about the whole thing, Steven calmed you, saying this was the best thing to ever happen to him and Marc.
Marc felt guilty for not being out more than he should have. He felt like he was leaving you all alone in this. And even if you said you don’t mind seeing Steven more and Steven did help a lot, Marc wanted to be there for you.
There were weeks, even a month when he didn’t even see you, it was all Steven.
“Marc, it’s okay honestly. It’s not like I don’t have anyone with me. Steven’s here and the baby.” you always told him, trying to calm him, but it barely worked. He was not convinced Steven could protect you if needed, it also didn’t help that Khonshu often asked Marc to go on missions.
Steven on the other hand enjoyed seeing you, he was scared, yes, but he was there to help and even went to the doctors with you. You often caught him talking to a mirror, hearing him tell Marc what happened while he was in control. He often showed Marc the pictures the doctors gave you, Steven even went to the lengths to show Marc your papers, stating everything was in order with the baby.
Then as your belly got rounder, Steven smiled a lot more, he touched your baby bump a lot more, begging to feel the little one move.
One morning something strange happened.
It wasn’t Steven and it was for sure not Marc either.
“Okay, looks like you know a lot about me, but I haven’t seen you, who are you?” you asked the man sitting in front of you drinking the coffee you made as he was talking about a cab or something.
“My name is Jake.“ He did look a bit offended, perhaps by the fact that you didn’t recognize him?
"Nice to meet you Jake.” you smiled. “I wonder…”
“You have seen me before, Babe, I mainly get in control during nights when you are already asleep. But we have been to the shopping centre together, usually I’m the one driving.“ Now it all made sense why Marc didn’t remember driving you all those times, you thought he was just joking.
"You’re the one leaving the flowers right? Steven just takes the credit for them.”
“Exactly, and you are pregnant, its ours right?” he asked so casually, so he knew he was one of Marc’s alters, but Marc didn’t know about him.
“Of course,” you showed the ring on your finger then pointed to his. “We got married last year.” you had a feeling Steven and Marc didn’t know about him.
“I remember, we danced. I don’t remember the baby-making though.” you were a bit confused as to what did he see or when was he present.
“Living with three different people is challenging even for me. Not even I’m sure who I was with during that time, but it doesn’t matter.”
He smiled and nodded. “That is true, the baby is ours, and you are our wife.” He turned his attention back to the meal in front of him
“Do you love me?” you asked suddenly.
“I do. You are always kind and you keep me calm. You are also stunning, Babe, pregnancy looks amazing on you. We should have more children.” You smiled and believed him, being with someone who has two other identities is strange, but there was something exciting about it as well.
“Let me push out this one first. Then the four of us can talk about another.” You said as you got his plate and started doing the dishes.
It was like, the same eyes looking at you, yet they were all so different. Marc, Steven and Jake. You wondered how it will all work out once you have the baby.
Jake looked like the kind to get things done, like he was to do the things Marc rather not. Jake would be amazing to have in the room when you give birth, he was even calmer and more collected than Marc.
But somehow, you loved them equally. They were all so different, yet the same.
They were all so gentle, kind and kept you safe.
Marc always promised to fight off whoever decided to even look you the wrong way. Steven made you tea and brought you snacks when you needed anything. And Jake, Jake brought you to places, driving you around, showing you around London, bringing you to parks.
They were all so different, yet they all loved you the same.
And you just knew, they will be amazing father’s for your little one.
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.
Summary: You and Marc got married a long time ago, even before all this mess happened and he got the suit.
A/N: Potential SPOILER warning for those who don’t know about Marc in the comics.
Marc wanted to keep you safe.
The less you knew, the better it was. At least that is what he believed. But you knew it all.
You weren’t blind or stupid you noticed your husband changing, sure he was always a little weird, but you could read him like a book.
You could, yet it still hurt whenever he left you behind, telling you not to look for him, call him or so anything to even be close to him.
And you listened, you sure did.
Only sent him texts, to which he responded a couple of days later. Then a call came. Suddenly out of nowhere.
“Hi, Honey.” you said picking up.
“O-Oh Sorry.” the guy on the other end said with a heavy accent. It made you tilt your head and he quickly hung up.
You tried to call him back but he didn’t pick up, so you just let it go.
Then Marc came home, saying he will spend the weekend with you. And you were happy.
Happy enough to bring that strange call up.
“Soooo, are you going to tell me who the sexy English man was?”
He looked at you questioningly as he stopped the movie you were watching.
“You called me last week, I picked up but a British guy answered and after babbling he hung up.”
“Oh.” was all he said, and you just waited.
And then, slowly he stood up, sitting down at a chair by the table and started to talk.
He walked about his childhood, his life and his mental issues. He told you about his identity disorder too.
And it all made sense.
Your heart broke for him. Marc was such a great person, kind, affectionate and trustworthy. And yet, here he was breaking down like a child.
You on the other hand was the kind of person who would rather laugh than cry. And your aching heart needed a distraction.
So, after Marc finished explaining what happened to him, you sat there for a moment, thinking about what to say. And the best you could come up with was.
“So, you are like a two for one special?” you asked and Marc just stared at you. “You know like those special offers in stores. I got you as a husband but I also got Steven and Jake, or how does that work?”
This was probably the first time in your life that you have seen Marc confused and not sure what to say.
“Don’t get me wrong your trauma is awful, I’m here if you want to talk about it more. I’m just not sure how to help. Maybe Jake or Steven wants to talk?” he just blinked, and it made you sigh. “Did I say something weird again?” you had a tendency to say weird things when you wanted to defuse the tension. But you two just stared at each other.
This went on for about five minutes.
Then he finally moved his arms from his legs.
And he laughed.
“I can’t believe you said “like those special offers in stores”. Who do you think I am?”
“You’re my husband, and I just want to know, how- IF this will change things. D.I.D. is serious, Marc, and I just want to be sure you are at least okay.”
“You know I’m okay, Sweetheart. And this will not change a thing. I always will be okay as long as I have you. This-“ he said gesturing to his head. “Is something you have to learn to live with. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry, I was scared of your reaction.”
“You shouldn’t be, Marc. I love you, all of you. Even if they might not love me.”
Marc made a motion with his head like someone just told him something before he smiled.
“They do, at least Steven does. And you met Jake before.”
“I sure did. He is a flirty one.” you did, but you only realized now that it was him and not Marc. You laughed and stood up to hug him. He hugged your middle while you ran your fingers through his hair, slightly scratching his scalp. “Thank you for telling me all of this.”
“I love you. We love you.”
“And I love all of you too.”
You would be lying if you said you weren’t worried, of course, you were, but you also knew that you loved him and as long as you had him and he had you, everything will be okay.
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.
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Summary: After Layla left, Marc wasn’t the same he felt betrayed as Steven moved on so quickly, he didn’t blame you for this, he never could.
Marc was a hard egg to crack.
While Steven warmed up to you rather quickly, he loved to talk and you loved to listen to whatever he had to say. Egyptian Gods? Lore? Myths? Tombs? Sure, you were all in.
When Marc was in charge, you often just stayed behind, avoiding him, you felt bad about making Layla leave in a way, but just as you said, you are not willing to leave Jake behind. Never.
While you stayed low around Marc, with Steven you felt at home.
He was warm, kind and shy. Something you loved teasing him with.
Even your slightest sexual comment would make the man blush and stutter, it was cute.
Extremely cute.
You spent more time in their flat as well. Even when it was Marc, you stayed there, reading a book, cooking or watching his fish.
“You should get a third one.” you said one time, forgetting that it was Marc for a moment.
“I know, you already said that to Steven.” he said with a rather calm voice, he usually talked to you in a rough way, but not this time.
That was the time you realized that while Steven was in charge, Marc was still conscious and could hear and see everything Steven did.
Not like that would change your behaviour.
Then there was Jake, your lovely brutal murderer whom you loved so much.
Khonsu still instructed him on who to kill and what to do, and he followed, and so did you. It was actually quite a nice routine.
You helped Jake during the night, then you would get back to his place, have sex on whatever surface you felt like doing it at that particular moment and then fall asleep in each other’s arms. Then you’d wake up with Steven, get over the awkward stage of him being flustered because you two are naked, make breakfast and he would go to work while you just walk around London, trying to catch anything unusual with Khonshu. You would usually go pick up Steven after work, you two either go to a restaurant or get groceries to cook something.
It was a nice routine, comfortable and warm.
You loved it really.
If only Marc could get used to you as well.
Today, it was him, he woke up and headed to work. He was the one who gently pushed you away as you walked into the kitchen to greet him in the morning.
And you had enough.
You had enough of the fact that you constantly had to walk on glass around him.
You had a plan.
A terrible plan, but you had one.
One morning, Marc woke up and he was expecting you to be there. But you weren’t, not in the bed, not in the bathroom or the kitchen.
“Maybe she went out?” asked Steven in the mirror.
“I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do! Stop lying to yourself Marc, you like her! As much as I do if not more! I saw you with her during the nights when you run your hands all over her face and kiss her. I saw it all.” Steven’s words hurt Marc on a level. Like a teen getting caught kissing their pillow.
Marc knew there was no point in lying to Steven.
“She loves Jake, don’t forget that, not us.”
“Jake is us. he is a part of you just like me. If she loves him, she loves us.” Steven always made it sound so much easier than it really was. Marc was supposed to be the strong one, but it was Steven really.
“Go find her.” said Steven as he turned in the mirror in the bathroom. “Tell her how you feel, you know she avoids you because of Layla.”
Marc knew that, he knew very well he behaved like a child whose toy was taken from them.
He didn’t blame you for what happened, he blamed himself, his feelings for Layla were not strong enough.
He wondered if his feelings towards you might be stronger.
—
You stood in front of the museum, waiting for anyone really, Jake, Steven or Marc. Just someone to finally show up as they were late.
You contemplated heading up and into the museum but decided against it. You rather not embarrass yourself or anyone.
You looked at the sky and let out a groan.
You pulled your phone out and dialled Steven.
“Hello?”
“Steven! What’s going on? I have been waiting for you to finish work for the last…30 minutes.”
Silence.
“Love… today’s my day off. I told you that.”
He did. You just forgot. Shit.
“Oh,” was all you said before you hung up and with a simple motion teleported yourself to his home.
You scared him as he flinched nearly dropping the fish food he was holding.
“What the- You can teleport?!”
“Yes. I thought you knew- Oh, Jake knew.” you said as you took your coat off.
“And you have been making me run around London looking for stuff when you can just go and be there in seconds?”
“Yes, but it’s hard to explain to people how can a person just disappear into thin air. So, what did you do today?”
“Nothing really, fed Gus, watched some telly. What about you?”
“Good. I was just with Khonshu, he thought he had a lead but didn’t. You could have come with me! I forgot this was your day off.”
“Naah, I was fine here, I also did some shopping, got you some snacks you like.”
“Well, thank you kind sir.” you walked into the kitchen only to see dinner was ready. “And you made pasta?! Steven, you are just… wow, okay I’ll get on my knees for you, come here.” you said as you smelled the incredibly delicious food.
“Y/N.” now, that wasn’t Steven, you looked back to see Marc.
“Hi Marc. I was about to give Steven a good time, if you could switch back…"
"I wanted to talk.”
Oh boy. This never meant any good did it? You went out of the kitchen and sat down on the table, pushing away a couple of books in the process.
“I’m listening.”
Marc took a deep breath before he looked into the mirror. You knew Steven was saying something to him.
“One day I’ll crack that and I will be able to see and hear him in the mirror.” you said more to yourself but it made Marc look at you. Your powers always amazed him to no end.
You were so powerful.
“That’s-You could do that?”
“I have been trying to. I figured out a couple of things, there are certain things I can do to make you switch. I noticed music is a good trigger for example. Or food. Whenever you eat something, Steven likes to be in control.”
“I didn’t know I could… trigger it like that.”
“Oh, you could. I noticed when danger was near, Jake reacted too fast even I wasn’t able to. Then once the job is done, you or Steven are back.”
Marc’s mind was blank, what could he say to that? He looked in the mirror but Steven was stunned as well.
“Anyway, you wanted to talk about something.” you said as you crossed your legs and put your hand on your knee.
“Yes. I did. I don’t know how to say this, but I noticed you have been avoiding me, like now, you sat down so far away as if I was to break if you are closer, but I won’t. My mind might be broken but my body is strong.” that made you smirk a little, oh how you knew his body was strong. “Not like that.” he said trying to get back to his point. “I noticed this and I know it is because of what happened with Layla. I said this before I don’t blame you for what happened. Jake is his own person and he found you, you two fell in love, great. And now Steven too. And-and I think… I do too.” he said the last part with such a silent voice you had to really listen to understand.
And you did. And it shocked you.
“You do? You like me?” it was strange to think he did. He wasn’t exactly nice or rude to you. He was just… there. Marc wasn’t really talkative with you, he never asked you anything besides ‘What’s for dinner’ or 'Where’s the shampoo’ but, you did like him.
“I do like you yes, and I am over with pretending I don’t. I over running away from my feelings. This-this is something that physically pains me you know. When I see you smile or laugh with Steven and you don’t do that to me. And God knows what you do with Jake.”
“More than laughing.” you confirmed and he nodded.
“I want to do that too. I want to laugh with you, watch movies with you, go to dinner with you, cook with you and sleep with you. I want it all but only if you want it too.”
“You know, for a long time now, Jake always told me to stay away from you two, that you two had someone and I wouldn’t want to get mixed up in it. I don’t know if he wanted to keep me to himself because he was possessive or because he wanted to protect you two from the trouble. But I was never against it. Mental issues or not Marc you are an amazing person. Steven is a great example of it, who wouldn’t love a man like you? You kept Steven safe for so long. And to have you all three, it will be a challenge but… I helped kick a big purple alien’s ass, I think I can handle you three. You boys will have to learn to share.” you smiled and you saw the switch this time. “Only if you agree, Jake.” he rushed over to you putting his arms on each side of you, locking you in as you move your arms around his neck.
“I knew you could do it. I told you they will love you.” he leaned over and smirked as you turned and his nose hit your cheek. “Mi Amor, déjame besarte por favor.”
“You are too handsome to resist you know that? But I was kind of in the middle of something with Marc.” his eyes shined, to finally have the others love you as well, Jake felt like he won. And he did. He made them fall for you and he didn’t even have to do anything, this meant you would be by his side at all times. Just like he wanted. “Solo un beso más.”
You could do that, you turned your head and let him kiss your lips. He moved his hand around your hips as you dropped your leg, letting him take a step and pull you to the edge and into his body.
You moved your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer when he froze and stopped.
You pulled back out of confusion and looked at him.
“There you are.” you said, smiling as you saw Marc but you didn’t let go of him.
“Uhm, were you with Jake just now?”
“Yes.”
“O-okay he kind of switched right before the kiss and then I just went with it but then I… panicked."
"It’s okay, happens with the best of us.” you smiled and tried to pull him back but he didn’t let you.
“I really like you and I don’t want to mess it up as I did with Layla, you are special to me.”
“And you are special to me. All of you.” he smiled and you melted, that man had a gorgeous smile.
“Steven’s yelling at me to kiss you.”
“Oh, then why won’t you, or why won’t he?” you looked into the mirror behind you two but only saw Marc.
This was going to be a journey, having three boyfriends in one body, you were prepared for jealousy, but you were also prepared for the good.
Marc leaned in to kiss you and you ran your fingers through his hair, he melted into your touch, Jake also loved it when you played with his hair.
Now this, you really liked this. A place that once wasn’t too warm finally left like home. A man who wasn’t always the kindest to you, melted into your kiss.
Later that evening you were watching a movie with Steven and Marc, they both kept switching according to who wanted to talk at that moment. You were watching a rather gruesome horror.
“That’s not realistic. If you cut a limb off like that you’d bleed out in seconds.” Marc said.
“Thanks, Mate, appreciate it, all of us wanted to know that.”
“But what if you cut it off with like a really hot knife? Would it burn the flesh and stop the bleeding?”
Steven looked at you, eyes wide as you so casually popped a chip into your mouth.
“OR, what if it’s freezing cold outside? Wind and all, would the blood freeze?” You looked at Steven from the TV, seeing his shocked face. “What?”
“What are you doing?” Khonshu’s voice made you jump and so did Steven as he yelled in fear.
“Fucking HELL, Khonshu! STOP scaring me!” you said to the god as you threw a bag of chips at him, you watched as the bag bounced off of his chest onto the floor. Steven laughed a little.
“We have to go, I have a new target for my Moon Knight.” you looked at Steven and paused the movie.
“Let’s get this over with.” you stood up, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go, he won’t leave us alone until we go,”
It was now Marc in charge. “You can take this Jake.” said Marc as he switched.
“Vamos, mi amor. Entonces podemos tener sexo."
You laughed as Jake pulled you out of the flat through the window.
This was definitely a new adventure and you were all up for it.
A/N: Thank you everyone for the support on Part 1, I don’t plan on turning this into a long series but if I get an inspiration I might do a part 3, I’m thinking perhaps a wedding or a child would fit into my story. Let me know!
Jake Lockley x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader
Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of losing virginity, mention of Smut
Summary: Getting into a disagreement with Marc was something you wanted to avoid, but Steven took over and after a mission, he wants to try something out.
It all was so silly.
Fighting over something that was a part of them.
Even if Khonshu healed their wounds, even if he was always okay, it still worried you.
They were still human. Even if they were an avatar. Seeing that bleeding cut on their arm or bruise on their ribs, hurt.
Even when you watched those heal in a matter of seconds, and you could heal them just as quick something about the particular purple bruise on their leg made you crazy.
You didn’t mean to yell, you didn’t mean to get so carried away.
Then Marc switched, and you could tell it wasn’t his choice.
“What’s wrong, Love?” asked Steven who you assume didn’t listen in the last ten minutes. He looked stunned as if he was forced to be out, and you were partially sure he was.
“I had an argument with Marc.” you admitted as you went to Steven, tears in your eyes, you put your hands on his shoulders. “I’m just so worried. Almost every night we go out, yes your wounds heal but, it still hurts to see. But Marc, please I’m not her, you don’t have to hide from me."
"Oh, Love it’s okay, we understand you are just worried, now lets all just calm down and watch something while I hold you okay? Would you like that?” Steven was too sweet, you nodded drying your tears off, and you let out a long sigh. You moved your hands, grabbing onto his shirt.
“I don’t know what happened to me, I’m sorry.”
“No one likes to see the person they love in pain.” Steven pulled you in for a big hug, running his hands up and down your back to calm you.
“I love all of you so much.”
“We love you too, you know that.”
The moment was one of those where you just wish you’d stay there forever.
“Are you two done?” Spoke up Khonshu behind you, making you jump even when you felt his presence.
“FUCK OFF!” you yelled. “Why do you always have to ruin every moment!”
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do! Last time me and Jake tried to have a quiet night, you barged right in!”
“You say quiet night, but you were really loud, I thought it was okay-”
“It was not!”
Steven blushed, still not used to you being so bold and open about intimate things.
“Doesn’t matter, I have a new job for my Knight.” you rolled your eyes.
“Okay, you can go. I’ll stay this time.”
“Why?” asked Steven. “Don’t you want to come as well?”
“Nope, I can feel this is an easy job and I can always go if you need me later, I’ll order some food and I have some leftover ice cream, I’ll be fine.”
“A-About the ice cream…. uhm…You see…”
“You ate it?” Steven nodded. “I suggest you leave this apartment in 0.1 seconds Steven Grant or I might do something I’ll regret.”
And he did.
—
And you were right, it was an easy job, well and easy job for Moon Knight that is. Khonshu found a human trafficking cycle and wanted to shut it down.
“I’m back, Love!” said Steven as he climbed through the window. You were having a shower, as he heard the water running.
“This will be good, give me the body,” Steven heard Jake speak up, “No, I have to apologize to her.” barged in Marc. “Let me have my fun, Amigo!”
“Hush, both of you, this time I’ll be in charge.” this surprised both, Steven was more of a cuddler, he prefered to come out after sex to give you hugs and kisses, he was never in charge during the act.
“Are you sure?” both asked at the same time and Steven nodded at the men in the reflection.
Marc and Jake decided to stay quiet. They wanted to give Steven the illusion that he was alone with you.
Steven was nervous, extremely nervous. He considered himself a virgin. He heard and saw everything Marc does but he was never the one doing it.
He let out a long sigh before he headed to the shower, he failed to notice that the water stopped running.
And out you came with your hair in a towel while only wearing one of their shirts.
“You were quick. How did it go?” you asked.
“It went well. Y-You know… I was thinking…”
“Yes, why are you so nervous Steven? You look like you’re about to explode.” you joked but his serious expression made you change your tone. “Did something happen?”
“No! Not at all, Love, we are all fine, we saved the good people, its just… It’s usually Marc or Jake who’s… with you after.”
It took you a solid minute to realize what he was saying.
“OH, you want to have sex?”
“Make love.” he corrected you immediately. “Love… I-I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I do like it rough you know!” Steven’s eyes widened. “Hey! I know you are different Steven, and I know how difficult it is to even talk about this, but I’m patient, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I can wait.”
“I’m ready it’s just. I know what to do, I think, I have seen it but…”
“I can help you.”
“I know that but I still want to be manly!”
“Masculinity is overrated, I do like to be manhandled from time to time but if you’d like I can take the lead, we can take it slow, dim the lights put some awful movie on for background noise.”
“I’d like that.”
And the two of you just stood there for a couple of minutes, unsure.
“I should have got you flowers or chocolate or something. This is so awkward. Maybe I can’t do this.”
“Steven, honey, please.” you walked up to him and slowly started to guide him over to the bed, you pulled him down by the neck and kissed him.
—
You were out of breath as you rolled over and off of Steven, he was breathing just as hard as you were.
“You are amazing.” he said and you smiled.
“I know.” you moved your head onto his chest. “So, how was your first time?” Steven was clearly still under the effect of the afterglow, he smiled and looked at you.
“Amazing. You really are a Goddess.”
“I am.”
“Do you still want to find your parents?”
“EWW Steven! NEVER mention parents after sex, fuck.”
“Sorry! Oh, I ruined it all didn’t I? I’m sorry.” Steven sat up making you sit up with him and when the blanket fell from your chest he blushed and pulled the blanket up but he accidentally touched your skin, making him start to shake a little.
“You didn’t ruin anything. You are perfect. I love you.” this was the first time Steven ever heard you say “you” not “all of you” just “you” just him and he wanted to cry. You leaned over and kissed his shoulder as he moved his arm around you.
You swore if Khonshu was to ruin this moment you’ll paint his beak with glitter paint!
“I love you as well, Love.” he turned his head as a tear formed in his eye and he needed to dry it before turning back to you, he was so happy he felt his chest get tighter.
The movie on the TV ended and it was really quiet now.
“Do you want to do it again?” you asked as he placed his head on your shoulder. He laughed a little.
“I’m a bit… overwhelmed at the moment, Darling.”
“I get it, it’s okay. Also, I don’t want to find my parents or my past. All I want is a future with you. That’s all I care about.” you kissed his temple as he pulled you close, you felt his tears fall onto your chest but you knew they were happy tears.
“Thank you.”
This was the first time when you weren’t sure who said that. You were convinced it was all three of them, but Steven was still in charge.
You held him for a long time after that, Khonsu didn’t arrive to ruin the moment and soon, you were sleeping in Steven’s arms.
This was your future, by the side of these amazing men, and for them, you’d do anything. You’d even pretend to not know about the velvet box hidden amongst the books, you’d pretend not to know about the dinner reservation at a fancy restaurant and you’d pretend to be surprised by his question when he will ask you.
You love them all too much, and they love you way too much as well.
A/N: I really hope everyone enjoyed this mini series! I might continue with short blurbs after this, we will see, currently I’m working on other stuff but I do want to thank everyone who enjoyed this series! ❤
Blissfully lying in a deep sleep, you remain unaware of the torment Steven is enduring whilst standing at the end of his bed, watching you with a small smile crossing his lips.
“But it’s Y/n.” Steven moves away from his bed, not wanting to risk causing you to stir. “She’s my best mate, Marc.” Facing a mirror, with slumped shoulders, Marc runs his hands over his face in annoyance.
“She can’t know anything, Steven.” Marc reminds his counter for the fifth time this evening. “It’s not safe for her to know, she’ll be in danger because of it.”
Yet, it doesn’t seem to matter how much Marc drills the point into Steven. The moment his head turns to look back over at you, curled up on top of his bed with your eyes closed and a pillow close to your chest, he just can’t help himself.
“I tell her everything, Marc.” Steven begins, unaware of Marc rolling his eyes. “She’s the only one in the whole world who doesn’t think I’m some kind of nutter. She’s trying to help me with this sleep disorder, and even when I told her that she didn’t leave me.”
And then it clicks. Marc shifts in the mirror, catching a glimpse of the expression across Steven’s face. His eyes soften, his frown reduces and his shoulders are no longer slumped.
“You’re in love with her.” Marc resolutes.
A breath leaves Steven’s lips. “Yeah, I think I am.” He admits. “Which is why I don’t want to lie to her, Marc. We can trust Y/n.” He presses further, approaching the mirror once more.
“It’s just not safe,” Marc starts, but Steven cuts him off.
“What? Because of Layla, huh?” Steven retorts sharply, noticing Marc’s jaw tensing.
“Don’t go there, Steven.” Gritting his teeth, Marc can halts, sensing something shifting.
“Steven?” A tired voice calls out, causing Steven to snap out of his thoughts and turn abruptly on his feet, rather clumsily, to face you.
Walking toward you, Steven perches on the edge of his bed, unable to stop his heart from almost leaping out of his chest as you rub your eyes. “You alright?” He asks softly, unsure of his own voice.
Nodding, you sit upright. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to nod off. I was listening to you, I swear, it’s just Donna really pissed me off today and I,” Cutting yourself off with a yawn, you hold your hands up in annoyance. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, love.” Steven can’t stop himself, it’s too late to take it back.
His eyes widen at the realisation. ’Too late to take it back now, buddy.’ Marc remarks.
“Is everything okay, Steven?” You ask, swallowing your own heartbeat from his comment. “Have you been able to sleep at all tonight?”
And there it is, one of the reasons he can’t help but fall in love with you. You’re forever checking on him in a gentle way, always ensuring he’s okay and if he’s not, you’ll try to help in any way you can.
Shaking his head, you shuffle from your spot to sit beside him.
“There’s something I’ve not been honest about,” Steven begins, his voice shaking. He glances up to see a reflection of Marc on a framed poster, frowning at him.
Without thinking, you take his hand in yours. “Hey, it’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.” Your thumb brushes across his hand, soothing as ever.
“No, I am.” Steven tells himself more than you. “It’s all just too much.” He tries to remain confident, but his walls are breaking down.
“Come here,” You mutter, helping him to lie down on the bed and into your arms. “let’s just try and get some sleep, yeah?” His head remains on your chest, breathing in your scent now mixed with his from the sheets.
Closing his eyes, he can feel Marc’s comments subside. “Y/n?” Steven speaks up, opening his eyes to look up at you.
Your soft gaze fixates on him as you lift your hand up to brush his curls away from his forehead. “Yeah?” Whispering back, a tired smile forms on your face, causing your eyes to crinkle slightly.
The words fail Steven. “Thank you.” He tells you instead, before lowering his head back down, holding back the tears threatening to fall.
“Any time, Steven.” You’re unsure if he can hear how fast your heart is beating, and if he can, he might be ignoring it. “That’s what mates are for.” You remind him, closing your eyes to drift off once more.
marc knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable forever. there was always going to be a point where you would want to meet steven, even if it wasn’t in the most conventional way. (1.5k)
all the fluff in this one, cause i’m a sucker for soft steven and marc
The silence between the two of you was too loud. He knew exactly what you were thinking, and he dreaded this day.
“So,” You start, “it’s always going to be like this, huh?” Lifting your gaze upward, you hear him hum in response.
“He’s not ready to know, baby.” His arm tightens around your waist, causing goosebumps to once more erupt on your skin and a smirk to form on his lips.
Sadly, this doesn’t bring you much comfort as you slink out from his embrace, something Marc didn’t anticipate. “You’ve been saying that for months, Marc.” The short tone in your voice makes him wince internally.
The truth is, Marc believes you deserve better. He doesn’t want to involve you further into his life, into his situation because he knows one day, you’ll just get up and leave. But of course, he’ll never express this aloud. So instead, he just pushes it away.
“It’s the truth, Y/n.” Marc retorts. “He’s still coming to terms with,” He pauses, unable to say the name as it burns on the tip of his tongue.
Steven’s sleep pattern has become significantly worse and Marc’s control has been transient. He knows it won’t be long until he clocks on, but until then, he has these moments with you.
Noticing the hesitance, you reach out and take his hand into yours, placing it on your lap. “I know.” You mumble, tracing patterns in his palm, avoiding his focus. “But I don’t want us to always be like this, spending fleeting moments and only late nights together.”
“What if,” Marc begins a suggestion, noticing your eyes focusing on him solely and your lips turning upward. “okay, I’ve got an idea.”
You don’t respond immediately, and Marc curses himself for a stupid thought.
“Go for it, Spector.” Taking his hand, you bring it to your lips, kissing his torn knuckles, smelling the copper from them.
*
It was a good idea, in Marc’s defence. But being here in front of the entrance, you started to second guess yourself and whether you were ready for this, despite wanting it for so long.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day!” A woman calls out from behind you, quickly followed by a group of school children who rush inside the Museum with wide eyes of awe.
Following the class of students into the Museum, you too share the same sense of wonder for the interior and history lining the walls. “No wonder he loves the place.” You think aloud, passing the children as you head toward the Egyptian exhibition, knowing that it’s a good starting point as any.
Through your wander, you can’t help but think back to Marc when you last saw him. He too was nervous about you meeting his alter, knowing it’ll be strange for you, whereas Steven will be oblivious to the deep meaning of it.
“Just be yourself, okay babe?” Marc asks of you, now sitting in your flat rather than on the rooftop.
Sipping your drink, you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “And why would I be anything else? He’ll love me, I think.” You second guess jokingly, catching a concerned expression in the corner of your eye.
Clearly lost in your thoughts, a child bumps into you and falls over consequently. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Immediately bending down, you help the little girl to her feet. “Are you alright?”
The child in question nods hesitantly, her lower lip quivering. “I lost my class.” She sadly admits.
“Oh dear,” You sigh softly, looking around to see no other children in the same coloured jumper. “well, let’s find a member of staff, okay? I’m Y/n.” Introducing yourself, you walk alongside the young girl in the direction of the reception, only for her to gasp in awe at the sight of stuffed cuddly toys.
“A crocodile!” She yells, running into the gift shop without giving you a chance to react.
Blindly following the child, your ears perk at a chuckle. “Gotta be careful with that one,” A Londoner comments, and as you lift your gaze up, your heart almost stops in your chest.
His curls part differently, somehow his face softens as he wears a gentle grin and slouches his shoulders but those dark eyes are always the same.
“Steven.” You mumble, noticing his lopsided name tag.
“Why? It’s just a crocodile.” The child shrugs, noticing you approaching whereas Steven keeps his attention on the stuffed toy and the child’s interest.
“Well, you might think that, but it is actually the Goddess Ammit,” Steven’s hands begin to join the conversation and you watch his face light up.
Marc always told you about how expressionate Steven is and once you got him started on Egyptian history, well, there was no stopping him.
Entering the gift shop, you catch the frustrated look of a blonde woman storming toward Steven and the young girl. “Stevie!” She barks. Noting the name tag, it clicks in your head who she is. “What have I told you ‘bout pestering the visitors?” Crossing her arms over her chest, she huffs loudly leaving Steven to stammer a response.
“Sorry,” You interrupt, apologetically smiling at Steven whilst trying to control your heart beating at the sight of him.
Yet, as your attention averts to Donna, you miss the way Steven’s eyes widen and his lips part. 'She’s beautiful.’ He thinks to himself, unaware that Marc is thinking the exact same thing.
“I ran into this little one, pretty sure she’s been split up from her class and I was just trying to find someone to help.” You explain.
“Right,” Donna sighs again, evidently unimpressed as the little girl sways her school bag in front of her. “let’s find your teacher then.” She begins to walk away with the girl who waves back to you and Steven.
“I er,” Steven speaks up almost immediately, knowing someone like you doesn’t frequent these sort of places often, and by these sort of places, he means in a room with him.
“Thanks for that.” You motion to the child trying to match Donna’s quick march. “She’s a bit much, right?” You chuckle, noticing a breathless laugh leave his lips.
“Yeah.” Steven comments. “No matter how many times I say, it’s Steven with a V.” He points to the name tag. “That’s me, by the way. Steven, with a V.”
Your stomach flips and your head aches with the difference between him and Marc. Yet, your heart warms for Steven, knowing how much he means to Marc.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Steven with a V. My name’s Y/n.” You introduce yourself, now walking further into the gift shop whilst Steven mumbles your name under his breath, hoping he never forgets it.
“Y/n, it’s well, welcome to the gift shop.” He rambles, unsure of the words forming and leaving his lips. “Not much of great value, and I wouldn’t bother with the sweets, they’re a bit naff.”
Chuckling, you approach the counter to find the sweets in question, shaped like beetles. “I’ll have you know, gift shops are always my favourite part of any place.” You playfully admit, hearing Steven rush from behind to stand at the counter, resting his elbows on the ledge.
“Really?” Steven can’t help but ask, surprised as you nod.
“I like getting souvenirs of significant places.” Picking up a postcard with the Pharaohs on it, you place it on the counter along with a bag of beetle sweets. “And this seems pretty significant to me.” You add, smiling up at Steven whose cheeks begin to burn at your comment.
Unsure what to say, Steven rings up the items. “I, I s'pose so.” That toothy grin makes an appearance, causing your knees to almost buckle. “Thanks for stopping by, Y/n.” He places your receipt on the counter, sliding it toward you.
“Thanks for the help, Steven. I’m sure you’ll see me around.” You wave, taking the sweets and postcard in hand.
Once out of sight, Steven chuckles to himself in disbelief. “Y/n.” He repeats your name under his breath, hoping that you’re true to your word and come back sometime.
Taking your phone, you begin to text Marc, knowing when he takes over he’ll want to know if and how it went.
“Kids,” Donna barges past you, muttering under her breath, not giving you any recognition as she makes her way to the gift shop.
'I think it went well. :) see you soon.’ You can’t stop the smile on your lips as you wander further into the museum, hoping to visit Steven again soon.
“Stevie! It’s time for your break.” Donna enters, snapping him from his thoughts.
Nodding, Steven walks out of the gift shop and into the inventory room, knowing it’s the one place he will have some peace. With you still fresh on his mind, he takes out his phone and dials her number.
As it normally does, he ends up listening to the voicemail message. “Hi Mum, I think I might’ve met someone,” He starts and begins to explain wistfully whilst Marc watches from the framed photo of the Gods with pride.
STEVEN GRANT X READER , MARC SPECTOR X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER
prompt : the moon knight boys laugh at you and your horrible attempt at dyeing your hair
hi hi it’s me again, this idea popped in my head when i was out shopping and thought of buying some boxed hair dye and then went “nope im gonna mess it up and people are gonna laugh at me.” ENJOY!!
likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3
word count : 1,391
warnings : none, this is crack and just funsies all around.
It starts as any normal Monday. Steven is the one to wake up this morning since he has the morning shift at the museum. Before, Steven would not have been so excited to get to work. All he did was restock stupid merchandise and stand behind a counter all day after all. But recently, Jake had done…something to Donna that made her change her mind and gave him the tourist job. He won’t question it, he’s just happy to not have to look at those horrific items anymore.
Steven feels around beside him trying to look for your warm embrace so he can cling to you like a baby koala but frowns when he doesn’t find you anywhere. The man blearily opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the glaring light coming from the window. You must already be awake now if the window is open, that is unless Marc had left it open when he came home from patrol but Steven knew Marc would never be that careless.
summary:steven is confused and hurt why you’ve gotten sharp with him, which finally pushes him to let you know he’d always notice when it came to you.
pairing: steven grant x reader, marc is here BUT reader is unaware that it was him and he is an asshole!
tags: a little bit of angst, reader being mad at ‘steven’, steven then being confused why they’re mad at him, fluffy at the end and a bit of a make out at work action!
word count:4.5k
notes: this is part two to “Please Notice”, which you can find here! thank you all for the support on the last few fics I’ve posted! But as always, please let me know if my writing is ever harmful in any way, it is never my intention to do so. now, please enjoy and leave any comments you have!
As much as you had wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole, you knew there was no chance of it happening. You knew Steven didn’t want you here by his posture and by how tight he had his jaw clenched as you continued to get closer to him. And you know you should leave, leave and give him his time and space but you know you can’t.
You wanted answers, not only about his feelings now, no, now you needed answers on why the hell he showed up covered in blood after dodging all 14 of your calls. But, by the way he had quickly walked past you and your stretched hands reaching towards him, the hope for answers had seemed to dwindle as he grew further away. The sight of his back retreating from you without a single word being passed to you made your eyebrows pinch in frustration.
“Steven?” It came out as a softer whisper than you had wanted. You wanted him to know that you were growing frustrated, but your worry had overpowered that. And before you could begin rapid questioning him, Steven whipped around, meeting your eyes with his colder, harsh ones. You’d never seen Steven look at you, or anyone, like that before. You reeled back in shock as he spit out words.
“Just forget about all of this. It’s none of your business.”
Even though the voice did not match the sweet Steven you knew, you couldn’t help but get mad. “Hey! Steven what the hell? One, what’s with the accent? Two, you leave for 2 bloody days and then show up covered in blood and expect me to just shrug it off? Yeah, no.” You had let out a sarcastic laugh at the end of your words.
“Why are you even here? It’s not like we’re dating. We work together and you think thisis okay? You just showed up here?” At his harsh words and the glare he was giving you, you shut your mouth and felt yourself retreating back into yourself. He had a point, you knew that. You guys weren’t dating, you had no reason to even be worried or for trying to find him but hearing him say that made all your previous thoughts of something ever happening between the two of you vanish, leaving you with a fractured heart and an anger burning in your chest.
“Oh? Yeah, okay we work together and maybe I was worried about you since half the time you come stumbling in like you don’t even know your own name! And who do you look for when you’re all twisted up and confused, huh? Steven? Who, who do you go to? Not Donna, or J.B and there’s absolutely no way you can go to Dylannow.” It was a bit of a low blow, but he clearly wasn’t distraught about missing the date in order to do God-knows what.
At the mention of Dylan, Steven straightens his back up, giving you a glance over before rolling his eyes and throwing a quick, “I don’t have time for this.” Seeing the way he quickly brushed off your comment like it had no effect on him when what he said had sent a reeling pain through your chest hurt even more. ‘Had you really imagined it all?’
And before you could call him to turn himself back to you, to make time for this, he quickly rushed into his apartment, slamming the door in your face. Before you could even think of rushing in after him, you heard the sound of the locks turning and the chain being slid over, leaving you staring at the bold-golden numbers with the build up of tears sitting in your water-line, waiting to finally fall onto your cheeks. Just as the first tear fell you quickly shook your head, wiping the tear from your face and made your way back to the dodgy elevator.
You couldn’t believe how quick your hopes had been stomped by the same guy who you had bought in pastries and a coffee that helped you get through the long day full of middle school tours and the bitchy boss that was Donna. At the thought of work you also couldn’t believe that you had let this be the reason for Dylan covering for you.
But you knew that the rest of the day wouldn’t have gone well if you had gone back to work, the constant thinking of Steven’s harsh glare and venomous words sitting heaving in your heart and mind. Which is why you went home, grabbing a new pint of ice cream since you had finished the original one the past weekend, and began to rewatch those same romcoms, wrapped in a blanket and all the lights turned off.
You didn’t even want to think about how tomorrow would go, seeing Steven walking in knowing it wouldn’t be the same as it was.
You hated how much sleep you lost over yesterday and Steven’s words. You hated it especially right now as you were leaning your head against the countertop, resting your eyes before your first tour came in. You were tired and you were going to use these fleeting 12 minutes to your advantage and try to prepare yourself for the 20 plus middle school students to come in, eagerly pointing and asking questions like most do, the thought making you face scrunch up in annoyance. You were already getting a headache from the thought of the loud children surrounding you and asking who one of the Statue of Pharaohs were and why they would have people shut them inside ‘those stupid cages.’
And just as you were raising your head and glancing near the door, expecting to see a teacher leading the kids to you, but instead you saw Steven making his way in, looking more sleep deprived than you. ‘Good, let him lose sleep over it.’ Was all you could think of as a small scowl passed onto your face as you watched him hurry past, throwing a small wave and smiling your way. ‘What the hell?’ Did you see that right?
Before you could linger on the thought of it any longer, you heard the door open and the museum suddenly became engrossed in loud chatter from all the children, causing you to shut your eyes with a deep sigh coming out of you. With a deep breath in, you quickly turned around and let a fake smile onto your face, “Hi, welcome to the Museum of all things Egyptian! I’ll be your tour guide today and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!”
As you began the tour, you knew you would have to take the children to the gift shop, the one place you didn’t want to go today. You had no desire to talk to Steven today, or any other day for that matter. Partially because you were still angry with him but also because you were embarrassed at how right he was. You had no right to show up unannounced, you weren’t dating and he held no feelings for you. You were worried for him, yes, but you shouldn’t have shown up to his house like that after multiple responses, it was invasive and you knew the relationship from here on out would be awkward if there was one.
You obviously had gone with good intentions, check in on him and find out how he felt, but he didn’t see it like that, clearly. To you, Steven had probably seen it as overstepping and weird. What co-worker, friends nonetheless, shows up at your door randomly simply because they hadn’t seen or heard from them in two days?
Just as you were walking past the glass case that held one of the statues of an old sarcophagus, one of the kids in the front had pointed at the doors of the gift shop screaming out, “Oh tour-guide lady! Can we go in there? Pretty please!” At the mention of the gift-shop, all the kids joined in on the begging, and the sound of 20+ children screaming at you to take them to the gift shop had started stressing you out so you quickly announced, “Of course! Let’s make our way now!” As they had all started following after you, seeming to grow more excited, nearly jumping up and down, you grew more anxious. Every step you took towards the door, the image of Steven got clearer, slouched shoulder, tan jacket hugging his figure nice, and a small scowl downturned, seeming to mutter to himself. ‘Probably about how gummies have nothing to do with Egypt.’
As you had reached the door, you pulled it towards you and allowed the children to gather inside. Before they could all spread out you quickly shouted, “Be careful with the glass items!” At the sound of your voice, Steven was quick to glance up at you, smiling at the back of your head waiting for you to turn to him and make your way to him as you always did when you had tours.
As you turned around, eyes skimming over Steven and seeing his beaming smile directed towards you, you were shocked, but it also made you tighten your jaw and quickly turn on your heel and walk towards a group of kids who were about to drop one of the mugs in the back. “Oh sweethearts, why don’t we look at a few of the stuffed plushies instead?” At the mention of the plushies, a girl quickly handed the mug over and let you place it down before you walked the group towards the Taweret merchandise.
But as you were doing this, you hadn’t noticed the way Steven’s smile dropped as he looked after you. First, he had apparently lost all his chances with Dylan and now you were clenching your jaw and turning away from him? Steven had felt his heart start beating harder against his chest at the thought of hurting or doing something wrong to you in the two days he had lost. Had he? Has he hurt you? Or maybe said something to you? At the thought of doing something that would cause this reaction, he felt his stomach turn in knots and his face grew hot. He had almost started to go over in your general direction, asking to speak to you privately when he noticed a few of the kids were at the counter, asking for some sweets. Steven had let a smile on his face, glancing back at you before focusing on the children.
“Oh yeah sure, what kind would you like?” The child began pointing at a few of the ones behind him and on the counter in trays in front of him, his eyes going back and forth between the candies and you. Were you okay? Were you just overwhelmed by all the kids like before? Did you need him? Steven tried to stay focused on the child asking for different types of gummies and a few lollies, but he couldn’t help but worry about you. Just as he had finished grabbing the last of the jelly candies from behind him, he turned around and saw you had come up to the counter to check on the kids that were standing there, asking if everyone had gotten something. At the sight of you, he had accidentally dropped the gummies on the counter harder than he had expected, keeping his eyes locked on you as you stared back at him. Although his attention quickly fell back to the child as he heard the boy snicker. “Sor- Sorry, Uh is that all for you?”
At the boy’s nod, he bagan ringing the candies up as he kept glancing back at you as you had started walking away, trailing behind one of the girls who was pulling you towards the paperweights on the shelf.
After he had managed to ring all the kids up and take their payments, he was standing in front of you trying to find the words to say. Seeing you sigh and begin to walk away Steven quickly grabbed your hand and turned you back to him, “Are you okay? You seemed to be a bit upset in there and was wondering if the kids were gettin’ to be too much again, not that you’d need my help..” He had trailed off as he watched your eyes narrow, brows furrowed in confusion. “What I’m trying to say is; I’m worried about you.”
You let out a small scoff, shaking your head softly at him. “Oh now you’re worriedabout me? You have timefor me now?” You had let your anger get the best of you as you had snapped at him, watching as his eyes grew wide in confusion and hurt. You hated that you felt your heart tug in guilt at the thought of hurting him the same way he had done to you, but you hadn’t regretted what you said. He didn’t get to pick and choose when to talk to you and when someone could worry about someone, it wasn’t fair that he was acting as if last night hadn’t happened when it was all you could think about.
“What? I don’t know what you mean, I always have time for you.. Did I do something wrong here?” Steven was very clearly confused on what you were talking about, seeming to not even understand what you were referencing. “Not last night you didn’t. Came to check up on you and you seemed to have no ‘time for this’. Ringing any bells?” As you watched as his eyes grew even more sunken, more confused and dazed, your anger seemed to dissipate and confusion of your own was growing.
“What… What are you talking about darling, You never came over to my flat, trust me I woulda’ remembered that. I’ve lost these two days and I don’t know why or, or what’s happening.” His accent was thick, but voice was still soft as he was trying to rack his brain for any memory of you coming over, but there was none. How had he completely missed you when you had come over? And why would he treat you like that, when he knew all he wanted when he realized he missed the date was to be with you? It didn’t make sense to him and it was present in his facial expression.
“You really don’t remember do you?” Your voice had gone back to its usual soft spoken tone it was with him, something that seemed to cause the anxiety that was steadily rising slowly making its way back down. You weren’t as mad at him now, he could tell by the way your voice changed and your body slowly got closer to him, your eyes full of worry. “Steven, do you remember anything that you had done those two days?”
“No, I remember going to sleep and waking up and it was already nearing 7 and I had to meet Dylan and then I got there and it turns out it’s Sunday! I missed the date but I don’t really care,” He had started to get more confused as he thought it all out, glancing between your eyes and the ground below him, “because I’m confused and worried about what I said and did to you. So what did I do? Did I hurt you, oh god what’s wrong with me?” At the thought of him hurting you, Steven had started pacing a little as he muttered to himself in frustration.
“No, no you didn’t exactly hurt me. You just said some rude things but it’s fine.” At the sight of Steven’s glossy brown eyes looking into yours, full of regret you had quickly reassured him, “Look, I have to guide the tour out but then I’ll come back here and we can talk it all out, okay? Nothing’s wrong and we can figure it all out, just give me 3 minutes tops.” After seeing Steven nod his head, his hands slowly playing with the hem of his jacket, you quickly went to release the children back to the teachers and wish them farewell, a smile plastered on your face as if nothing was wrong, like your mind wasn’t jumbled from the conversation with Steven.
But as you had made your way back to Steven, you noticed he had moved behind the counter, against the inventory door, anxiously glanding around the room while also absentmindedly playing with his hands and as he was looking around, he seemed to have caught your eyes. At the connection, he stilled and kept his eyes focused solely on your figure making your way to him, his breathing slowing and his hands dropping to his sides as he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked. Your hand had been tousled with how many times you ran your fingers through it, and your shirt had a coffee stain near the bottom of it, mascara smudged under your eyes but all he could see was you. The real you.
The person who would drop everything going on in their own life in order to comfort their friend, the person who could smile at you and make your heart start beating faster, the person who cared for and loved so deeply that when someone hurt you, you told them it was okay in fear of losing them completely, the person who heloved so deeply he couldn’t fathom the idea of hurting you, losing you forever. And as you had made your way up to him, he couldn’t help but latch his hands on your own, dragging you into the inventory room, quickly shutting the door behind him.
“I’m sorry for whatever it is that I said o- or did, I don’t care but please believe me when I say I’d never want to hurt you, my dove please.” Steven was breathless as he had managed to get it out, fearing that if he hadn’t, you’d walk away from him. Steven knew he sounded desperate, pleading for you to understand, for you to stay with him but he didn’t care. God, he would get on his knees in this stupid gift shop in order to keep you with him, even if it was as a close friend and not as someone he could holdandloveas he so desperately wanted to.
“Steven, I’m not mad at you, I swear. Confused? Beyond belief, but I’m not mad, not anymore anyways.” You had begun rubbing small shapes onto the hands that were holding your own so tightly within his own, hoping to bring him some peace-of-mind. “Last night… You did say something that hurt but you also weren’t wrong, and I see that you do feel guilty about it so it’s fine. We’re fine.” You emphasized, wanting him to truly understand that it was okay.
“Well, what was it? What did I say to you?” At that question, you froze, the movement on Steven’s hand freezing and your eyes staring into his own, your heart started beating faster as you felt your stomach get twisted in knots.
“Um.. you just said that I had no reason for checking on you, that we weren’t dating and that I had no right to show up to your apartment and you were right. I overstepped and I’m sorry.” You had said it so fast, not giving him a chance to stop you; knowing that if he had then you wouldn’t be able to finish it. You hadn’t expected for him to quickly begin moving his own hands, up your lower arms, past your upper arms and grab your face with his hands, forcing you to keep your eyes connected with his own. The eye contact was sending flutters in your stomach and tugs to your heart, you could feel heat was beginning to move up your neck to your cheeks, your throat closing in anticipation.
“You don’t need a reason to come to me, darling. If you need me or want to check up on me you come. You can come by whenever you want. I don’t care if we aren’t dating.” Steven was firm, but still so soft with each passing sentence, trying to make sure you understood that you were welcomed anytime. Your eyes had watered at the words, he was showing this side of him you hadn’t seen before, a side you never thought you’d get to see after last night.
“Last night, the reason I was there… I wanted to ask if you had noticed me.” Your chest had been going up and down, nervous for what he would say. But at the statement, Steven furrowed his brow. Had he noticed you? God, when had he not been looking?
“Notice you? Love..” As Steven had trailed off, thinking about all the things he had noticed, you were thinking he was trying to break it to you gently. You figured he was trying to tell you that he had never seen you, that there was no possible way for him to notice the small things Donna had mentioned previously.
“It was a stupid question, I shouldn’t have even tried ask really. I mean, it’s weird right? We can just forget about it, yeah? Go back to how it was-” You were cut off as Steven had pulled your face closer to his, his hands still being planted on your face, leaned his forehead against your own and brushed his nose down towards yours with his eyes closed. Steven was breathing harder than before, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he lightly shook his head.
“It’s not stupid, I’ve noticed everything about you. From the way you let out sighs when you’re sad, how you clench your jaw when you’re mad and how your eyes sparkle when you get happy,” Steven had let out a small laugh, his breath fanning your face as you watched him in disbelief as he continued, “how you tend to talk more with your hands when you’re passionate about something, how you like your coffee and which pastries you don’t like.” You hadn’t realized that you had tears in your eyes, some of them slowly falling out as he finished answering you, finally opening his eyes, the hues of browns and dark greens staring into your own. “Or how, how you always check on me, whether it be in person or a text, no matter what you make me feel like I matter. How could I not notice? I always notice.”
“Steven..” It came out breathless, your nose nudging his own, lips ghosting over each other, but never connecting. “Why.. why did you never say anything?” As the question slipped past your lips, fanning onto his own, he let out a small laugh as he answered, “Cause’ I’m a right nob. I always watched, never thinking I would be enough for you.” Tears welled in both of your eyes now, Steven’s brown eyes never leaving your (E/C) ones as you shook your head at him, noses rubbing together at the movement.
“You are exactlywhat I’ve wanted. It’s always been you my love, always you.” It was a soft whisper, meant for him and him only. The words seemed to have settled into his ears as he had let a wide smile grace his lips as he quickly whispered, “Then you’ll have no problem with this.”
At that, Steven had finally dipped his head and connected his slightly dry chapped lips to your eager ones. It wasn’t slow and timely, it was quick and desperate, both of you trying to show how deeply you loved each other with one kiss. Steven’s hands had stayed firm on your face as yours had moved to grip his wrists in order to ground yourself, to realize that it was real.
Steven had slowly backed you up against the door, one of his hands slowly moving down to your waist, tightly having a hold on you. You let out small, breathy moans as he started to slowly trail his lips down your neck, nipping every now and then, his hand continued to caress the back of your head, giving it a resting place instead of against a hard door.
If there was one thing you knew now, it was that Steven was a good kisser, but he was also eager to please. The way he always had a hand pressed against your skin, with enough pressure to keep you aware of what was happening where his hands were, but also soft enough for you to get lost in the feeling, slowly leaning into it. Always wanting more, never having enough of him. And Steven was loving it. Steven would get on his knees right now, doing whatever it is you requested of him, as long as you kept looking at him like that with his hands on you.
As Steven had finally pulled away, he had noticed the way your breaths grew deeper, the way your chest was falling with small gasps escaping your lips. He always noticed. And the thought that he was the reason for that, for the breathlessness, the small moans that had escaped you and the small forming bruises on your neck and at the top of your collarbones made him ecstatic.
“Yeah, I definitely didn’t mind that.” It was another breathy chuckle, a large smile pointed up at him as he had smiled down at you. At the statement, Steven let out his own laugh, his hands still gripping your waist as he muttered down to you, “I didn’t move too fast, did I? You know the whole door thing and the neck…” He had a blush forming on his face as he had asked you, you shaking your head as you knew you had thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
“Let me take you out, not to some stupid-bloody steak house. Anywhere you want, it’s yours… please.” Steven’s hands had made their way back to holding your face, his face leaning closer to yours as he had practically begged you, not knowing that if he had asked you to jump for him you’d simply ask “How high would you like love?”
“Yeah, I wondered what the hell you were doing going on a date to a steakhouse.” At the retort, Steven let out a laugh as he leaned down and pecked you on your lips giving a small, “I was wondering what the hell I was doing asking anyone but you.”
You giggled at that as you slightly pushed him away, checked the time on your watch and told him your next tour was coming up in the next few minutes. And as you slowly opened the door, pressing a light kiss onto Steven’s lips and walked away with a small blush on your cheeks, he noticed.
Steven noticed the way his heart had finally felt like it was whole again, noticed how you had glanced around before fixing your collar and tapping your heated cheeks.
When it came to you, he’d always notice
Hellooo! I hope you enjoyed this, there has been quite a few people who asked to be tagged so without further ado; thank you!
summary: reader thinks she has no chance of Steven liking her after hearing about his date, without realizing all of the things he seems to notice about her, until she gets the help from donna of all people.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: not a lot of steven and reader, more so mutual pining, there is a little bit of self-deprecating thoughts from reader, (in my eyes; a bad ending)
word count: 4k (most I’ve written yet!)
notes: this is loosely based on ‘Please Notice’ by Christian Leave, I say loosely because there’s only a few things related to it, and although there aren’t any mentions of the Steven/Marc dynamic, please let me know if I ever write DID wrong! the last thing I would want it to hurt anyone from my writing! Leave any suggestions or comments, but alas enjoy!
You never wanted to fall for Steven Grant, the dorky gift shop-ist.
You never wanted to fall for him and yet here you were, leaning the top part of your body on the cool granite counter the museum had recently installed, your eyes trailing after the man. He had arrived late, again, and he threw a quick smile and wave at you as he made his way back to the gift shop. And it made your heart race as you gave a flushed smile and a small wave of your hand. You were hopeless.
‘Bet he’s trying to steer clear of Donna’s wrath.’
Listen, you guys were friends, the closest friend you guys had actually. You had taken some sight-seeing trips, and had a few movie nights here and there, but what you hadn’t expected was for you to grow a massive, school-like crush on one of your best mates. It was a cliche and you hated it! You hated how long it had taken for you to fall for him, for you to realize how much you liked him, especially since you would now have to watch him pursue one of your work-friends Dylan.
summary: Steven Grant hated coffee, but he loved the way it tasted on you when he kissed you. Marc Spector loves coffee, longing to taste it on your mouth.
pairing: steven grant x reader
tags: fluffy, steven is literally so soft for reader, this whole thing is really just making out (with a bit of grinding and lowkey alludes to smut) reader is aware of Marc and the business with Khonshu!
word count: 2.3k (small thing while i get a master list out!)
notes: hello, I hope you all enjoy this! It’s a short little thing while I try to figure out and get a master list all sorted out! As always, please let me know if I have made any form of mistakes with writing DID, it is never my intentions to hurt or misinform someone with my writing! But alas, please enjoy!
Stevenhatedthe taste of coffee, loathed the smell of it even more. But when you come home from work, begging for a cup and for him to hold you, it all goes right out the window.
He doesn’t care that the smell wafting around his loft is nauseating, nor does he care about the fact that you had spilt a small drop of the caramel brown liquid onto one of the random pages he had scattered around the desk. No, all he cares about is the weight of you sitting down against him, the smell of your coconut and honeydew shampoo wafting in his nose, immediately relieving the knots in his stomach, caused by the smell of coffee, as you let out a deep sigh, finally being able to relax.
— STEVEN GRANT FINALLY HAD TO ADMIT TO HIMSELF THAT HE NEEDED HELP. Professional help that is, it took a while for him to understand that he was at his limit for a mental breakdown. He knew he needed to talk to someone other than the statue man on the street. Someone who would actually respond to when he ranted and well, he searched around for a therapist and found you.
Steven was quite nervous to start therapy, any person was really. To share your vulnerability was scary and Steven only ever been vulnerable with the lively statue by the fountain. His heart pounded in his chest as he shifted on his feet staring at the door with a frosted plane window with your last name on it. Steven was muttering underneath his breath trying to convince himself to go in.
“Don’t be mental, you need this Steven. You just need help.” Steven whispered to himself, staring at the plane, he saw the reflection shift a bit but he didn’t move. He brought the back of his clenched fist to his eyes and rubbed them furiously. “I definitely gone mental.”
With his series of muttering gradually becoming louder, suddenly, the door opened causing him to jump in his spot, taking a step back. Your head peeked out the door with furrowed brows and parted lips. Steven felt his breath caught in his throat staring at you with wide eyes. You were simply breathtaking. The way your [color] eyes stared at him in curiosity but with such softness that made him drown in those hues, losing himself all over again.
The way your hair fell over your face and your plump lips quirking into a soft smile. “Oh! You must be Steven Grant!” You beamed happily, opening the door more and stepping by the door frame. “I heard noises out here and I thought one of my neighbors was disturbing you.”
Summary:Marc Spector can’t bake, but for you he’ll try. You and Marc bake cookies together… among other things.
Angst, fluff, smut (the big three)
Pairing:Marc Spector x f!reader, hint of Jake Lockley and Steven Grant x f!reader
Warnings:Sad Marc, DID, Oral sex (f receiving), Not edited
A/N:I just think Marc needs some more love, and I’ve been baking to deal with stress. I’m still working on requests, so if you’re waiting for one, it is coming!
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Marc Spector has no idea what he’s doing. There’s an egg about to roll off the counter, and he reaches out and catches it with the instincts of a superhero.
Because that’s what he is - a superhero not a baker. Except that for you he’ll be anyone, do anything. That includes telling Khonshu to fuck off for the night so he can bake chocolate chip cookies and try to have a nice date with you. You who have been talking about these stupid cookies all week but have had no time to make them.
He sighs and returns the egg to it’s container. This is useless. He wanted to do something nice for you, but all he’s accomplished is making three trips to the store.
“Just fuck. That always goes over well.”
“Jake, mate,” Steven sighs. “He’s trying to be romantic, considerate, show his love.”
Marc ignores their squabbling, turning back to the recipe on the back of the chocolate chip bag. Flour, salt, butter. No milk. Why the hell does he have milk out then? He picks up the carton and fixes it with a harsh stare like it’s the milk’s fault for messing this all up.
That is how you find Marc when you come home. You walk into the kitchen and sit on the table, legs dangling in the air while you watch Marc stare down a carton of milk.
“What did it do?” You ask when you realize he hasn’t noticed you.
He turns, and his eyes glow with moonlight for the briefest instant before he realizes it’s just you. His harsh, irritated expression turns into something else as he looks you up and down.
“You’re early,” he mutters.
“It’s five-thirty,” you reply with a laugh; it’s the same time you always get home.
He glances at the clock, “Shit!”
You’re still trying to figure out what emotion he’s wearing as he returns the milk to the fridge and runs his hands through his curly hair. Frustration. Maybe a hint of sadness. Disappointment, but with who? Knowing Marc, probably himself.
“Marc,” any hint of humor is gone. “Are you alright?”
“I’m-” his throat bobs as he swallows hard. “I’m fine.”
Your gaze catches the bag of chocolate chips behind him, something you know for a fact was not in your apartment prior to today. You know because you had searched for them desperately for days and craving chocolate chip cookies more than anything in the world for the last week. Marc follows your gaze, and when you meet his eyes the words come spilling from his mouth.
“I wanted to make you these stupid cookies. You talk about them every night, and you’re always doing so much for us, for me, and- and I wanted to do something for you.”
Marc’s lips are falling into that little frown that means he’s about to cry. This isn’t about chocolate chip cookies or Marc’s lack of cooking skills, you know that. Marc isn’t the type of man to be driven to tears by a failed baking experiment. He is the type of man who feels like he can never be enough, never be good enough for the people he loves.
Marc is glancing at the reflective surface of the microwave; you know he is trying to get Steven, or maybe Jake, to front right now.
“Marc,” you reach for his hand and pull him close to you.
Before you can utter another word, he buries his face in your neck. His arms circle your waist, holding tightly. He is shaking, crying. Only a few times have you seen him this vulnerable, and each time Marc had made Steven front to avoid this exact situation.
You wrap an arm over his shoulder and run your free hand through his soft curls.
“You do so much,” you murmur. “It means a lot that you thought of me.”
He holds you tighter but doesn’t respond. His body is warm against you as he cries, and you can only stroke his hair, sometimes brushing your fingers across his cheek or jaw. The soft press of his lips to your neck makes you shiver. It tickles. He does it again, then again, then leans back. A few tears are running down his face, and you reach out to brush them off. You hold his face between your hands, but he’s not looking at you.
“You are enough, Marc Spector. I love you, and you are enough.”
“I really tried,” he eventually whispers and looks up at you through his lashes.
You move a stray curl from his eyes and kiss his forehead, kiss his nose, kiss his lips. His cheek, his jaw, the lines around his eyes. You pepper kisses everywhere, the best way you know to show this man love, until he grabs your face and kisses you with a bruising intensity. Marc works his lips against yours, molding your bodies together until you’re both panting and he pulls back. His hands rest on your hips, your hands on his chest.
“You’re wonderful,” he smiles, and though his eyes are still red-rimmed, you can tell he’s back from that dark place of self-hatred. “I love you.”
The curl is back, the dark hair always falling across his forehead no matter what he does. Cookie ingredients are still spread out on the counter behind him, and though you would love to take this handsome man to bed right now and spend the rest of the evening tangled up with him, the temptation of the cookies is too strong.
“I can teach you how to make them,” you nod to the ingredients. “We can do it together.”
Marc slides you off the table and kisses you on top of the head.
“Okay. Teach me.”
You set Marc up measuring dry ingredients into a bowl while you pour sugar and crack eggs. You laugh when he bumps his hip into the counter, swears, spills the bag of flour everywhere.
“You think that’s funny,” he growls, eyes shining with amusement; he loves how you laugh.
“I though you’d be more graceful, Moon Knight,” you tease, grinning.
Mischief flashes across his face, and he grasps a fistful of spilled flour. You jump back, but he smears flour across your face, spilling it down the front of your shirt.
“Marc!” You protest, but it is half-hearted.
Any further arguments are cut off by his kiss. His dirty hands leave prints all over your body as he presses you into the counter, peppering your face with soft kisses until he finds your lips. If not for the beep of the oven you would have kissed Marc Spector all night. He leans back at the sound, and you duck under his arm to get back to baking.
Marc slides up behind you, holding you around the waist with his chin on your shoulder so he can watch you work. He kisses your cheek each time you move, and when it’s time he adds ingredients to your bowl as you stir, his arms still trapping you against the counter.
“Chocolate chips,” you request.
Reluctantly, Marc moves away to find the package of chocolate and adds it to the dough. His dark hair is now smeared with flour, so is his face and his clothes. You’re probably no better off, but seeing the usually tough man covered in baking ingredients and wearing a goofy grin makes your heart flutter.
“Now what?” Marc asks.
There’s no cookie scoop in the apartment, so you hand him a small spoon. You show him how to scoop the dough and roll it into a ball. As you slide the cookies into the oven and set a timer, you notice Marc starting to take the bowl to the sink.
“Wait!” You call.
He turns back to you with that one eyebrow curved up.
“We’re supposed to eat that.”
“The raw cookie dough?” He questions.
You nod and pluck the bowl from his hands, scooping out a bit with your spoon, and popping it in your mouth with an innocent smile. He is fixated on your lips.
“Focus, Spector,” you tease; you’re fully aware of what thoughts you have evoked in your boyfriend as you offer him the spoon. “Cookie dough?”
“Not what I’m hungry for,” his voice has dropped to a low rumble as he smirks down at you.
If his earlier softness went right to your heart, this goes right to your pussy.
“There’s only seven minutes on the timer,” you warn.
“I can work with that,” he grabs the bowl from your hand and tosses it onto the counter. “Bed.”
Marc has you out of your pants and flat on your back in seconds. He pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so your legs dangle over the edge, and he kneels between them. His eyes are dark as he palms your thighs, his breath tickling your center as he looks to you for confirmation, consent.
You nod, and just like that Marc buries his face in your cunt. He’s licking and sucking, using his tongue with a skill that always shocks you. His broad nose brushes against your clit, and for a second you’re distracted by the question of how he breathes when he’s going down on you. It’s just for a second because a moment later his tongue is flicking at your clit, drawing delightful little circles that have you squirming.
Marc is absolutely smirking as you meet his eyes and a soft breathy sound escapes your throat unbidden. Warmth coils in your stomach as he devours you like he is a starving man. You’re so close. He leaves one hand at your thigh, keeping your legs apart, and uses the other to push two fingers into you with a slowness that is borderline torturous.
“Fuck,” you whimper and reach for his hair, getting a handful of those soft dark locks much to Marc’s delight.
He curls his fingers and presses deeply into you even as his mouth settles over that spot you love. You can feel that tension building and building, warmth pooling in your stomach.
There’s a roaring in your ears as you cum, throwing your head back, shutting your eyes, twitching around his fingers and moaning his name quietly, your whole body shaking as that warmth spreads out from your center. He fucks you right through it, only pulling back when the pulsing has stopped and you begin to squirm away from the over-stimulation.
The timer beeps just as he sits back. Timer? Shit. You’d forgotten about the cookies.
“I got ‘em,” Marc presses a kiss to your inner thigh and stands while you simply lay back and catch your breath.
Water runs. The oven door opens. The stove beeps. A few seconds later, Marc flops heavily into bed. You peek your eyes open to look at him. He has a cookie broken in half, offering part to you. You turn on your side to look at Marc, taking the cookie but really focused on the former mercenary whose eyes are wide with delight as he bites into the desert, chocolate smearing his lips as he chews.
You would stop the Earth from spinning to see that look on Marc’s face again.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He finally notices your expression.
“You have chocolate,” you answer awkwardly to evade the question and gesture to his lips.
His smile is mischievous as he leans forward, kissing your cheek and leaving a chocolate stain on your skin.
“Marc!”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He repeats the question.
“You look happy,” you whisper.
He pushes you onto your back and tucks his head into your shoulder, smiling against you.
The Co-Worker Rule (Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x Reader)
Summary:With the Avengers’ ranks depleted in the aftermath of the blip, your team needs heroes. Your mission is to recruit the Moon Knight. What you didn’t expect was to fall for him.
Fluff, Adventure
Pairings: Mainly Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader, Jake Lockley x reader
Warnings: I did my best to accurately represent DID but please tell me if there are errors, canon typical violence, some blood, broken bones, super-powered reader, not really edited yet, I cannot write a fic where I don’t talk about Oscar’s nose and hair
A/N:Based on this request: I absolutely LOVED secret identities!!! Do you think you can do another avengers!xreader and marc/Steven/jake story!! Mange the reader is sent to recruit moonknight and then end up falling for each other?
This is not the Secret Identities sequel (my other Avengers!reader fic). The sequel is coming soon!
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Marc Spector. Steven Grant. Jake Lockley. Three men, two superheroes, one body, and exactly who the Avengers needed. Well, to be fair the Avengers needed anyone with superpowers.
That’s how you found yourself in London watching Steven Grant sit on a park bench, eat a sandwich, and stare into the sunset. The crowds were gone by the time dusk fell, and it was just you and Steven. You wouldn’t risk civilian casualties if he turned out to be a lose cannon, so you’d waited.
You approached carefully and sat on the bench beside Steven who stared silently into the distance. He’s really very handsome with his curly hair and dark eyes, and the silhouette of his nose and jaw in the setting sun has you swallowing hard. Without so much as a glance, he holds out a foil wrapped panini from the stand he stopped at earlier, offering it to you like you were an old friend.
“Probably cold now,” he finally says in a thick British accent. “Saw you following me when I left work. Thought you might be hungry too. S’not poisoned or nothing’.”
“What do you mean it’s not poisoned?” Jake hisses. “I told you to drug them.”
“Jake, we don’t have access to anything to drug someone,” Marc is confused. “Do we?”
You can’t help but smile a little bit at Steven Grant and take the food he’s offering. You are hungry, and though the hours old food would sit badly in a normal human’s stomach, you’re unconcerned. And if it’s poisoned, well, poison didn’t really work on you.
“So what do you want then?” Steven finally looks at you.
You have a mouthful of food, and all you can do is freeze as the full weight of Steven Grant’s gaze settles on you.
“Ever heard of the Avengers?” you opt to cut right to the chase.
“What? Are we stupid?” Marc hisses.
“Hasn’t everyone?” Steven filters Marc’s snide remark.
“I’m an Avenger.”
“Bullshit. Give me the body!”
“We know about,” you debate the best way to sound non-threatening and end up gesturing vaguely to his whole body. “you and are interested-”
The man hears nothing else that you say, just Jake’s voice.
“Steven, give me the body,” his alter says with deadly calm.
Steven doesn’t, just keeps staring at you. Sadness fills his deep brown eyes.
“Don’t try to take me in,” he mutters. “It won’t end well for you.”
“No, no,” you put a hand on his knee. “I’m not here to arrest you or anything like that.”
Steven glances down at your hand, and you draw it back quickly, apologetically.
“We want to recruit you for the initiative,” you explain, rubbing your hands together as you talk. “After Cairo, Moon Knight is a bit of a hero amongst us Avengers.”
Steven looks at you with slightly parted lips. The sun catches in his dark curls, and as you’re staring at him thinking that he is one of the most beautiful human beings you’ve ever seen he’s staring back thinking the same thing.
“Keep it together, buddy,” Marc says. “I don’t disagree with you, but-”
“This is dangerous. Someone knows about us! Mierda! Do the Avengers know about all of us?”
You look him up and down. God, you want to touch those curls. Stop. Focus. You have got to focus. You cross your arms, leaning forward onto your knees and pulling your gaze away from Steven to look into the distance.
“After the blip, the battle, we lost so much. The team scattered, but our enemies didn’t. I’m not asking you to live in a tower or at the new compound. We just need heroes willing to defend those who can’t defend themselves,” you let the sadness tinge your voice, sadness for your lost team. “Heroes who will answer the call when it’s time.”
“I’m not a hero.”
The accent is gone. You glance over at Marc Spector, his brows furrowed deeply as he studies you. He thinks he believes you, even though Jake is still suspicious. It’s the tragic honesty of your plea that makes him comfortable enough to front. And it’s the perfect opportunity to see just how much you know.
“Nice to meet you, Marc.”
“Looks like the answer is everything,” Jake hisses.“Everything!”
Reluctantly, Marc allows Jake to front. You can tell instantly by how his mouth sets in a tight line that you’re looking at the third alter. Jake clearly sees you as a threat. All you know from the file is that he is “the most violent of the three,” which is an assessment you think is unfair. It seemed to you that Jake only fronted when the system was in real danger, only took lives when absolutely necessary, did anything to protect Marc and Steven. You admired him for it, respected him.
But if he saw you as a threat, then you were in trouble. Shit.
You jump to your feet, taking a defensive stance as Jake stands too, looking at you with a slightly tilted head and menacing eyes.
“You want us to be an Avenger?” He growls. “What if I don’t believe you?”
He steps closer, closer.
“Jake, I think she’s telling the truth,” Steven interrupts.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says aloud then lunges for you.
You side step him, raising your hands and blocking his punch easily. He spins and kicks. You slide back to avoid it, totally on the defensive, not having any desire to really fight Jake. That is, until he finds your ribs with a hard kick. Something cracks. Instinct takes over then. You kick him right in the chest, sending Jake staggering backward.
“Not bad,” he grins like this is some sort of game.
You glance around, making sure the park is still empty. You don’t want the cops called on an Avenger fighting a vigilante. There’s no one. You leap at Jake, tossing punch after punch that he blocks easily. Just as you intended. He’s distracted and doesn’t notice you step in to sweep out his leg, knocking him flat on his butt.
He kicks your ankle hard, and you fall forward to your knees. By the time you realize what’s happening, he’s back on his feet in a low crouch. You use your momentum to roll forward, back on your feet in an instant only inches from Jake. He strikes forward; you catch his arm, locking out his wrist and elbow and spinning him around. You raise a knee to strike his face, and he grabs your thigh.
Add some degree of super strength to Moon Knight’s list of powers. He hooks an arm under your leg and flips you onto your back, shaking your grip free as the air whooshes from your lungs. Pain shoots through your side. Jake’s body collapses heavily on yours, pinning you beneath him. He straddles your waist, leaning forward over you.
You bring an elbow across his face and blood sprays from his nose.
“Alright, I’m definitely buying the Avengers thing,” Marc says.
Jake wasn’t quite convinced. He draws back a hand and you jerk your head to the side to avoid the punch. He hits the ground instead. You use his shifted weight to get your legs around his waist, and flip him to the side so you’re on top with him pinned beneath you.
“That was hot.”
“Steven, you are just one giant intrusive thought right now,” Jake replies silently as he stares up you.
For a moment, you think you’ve reached a truce and relax your body ever so slightly. That’s exactly what Jake wanted. He reaches for your neck. You bat his hand away. He tries again. You block again, and he grabs your wrist instead, yanking you closer so he can wrap his strong arms around your back and flip you back over.
“That was hot,” it’s Marc’s turn to admire you.
A flash of gold then a cold blade is pressed to your neck, pricking the skin.
“Easy, Jake,” Steven warns.
Blood from Jake’s face drips across yours as he glowers down at you.
Power flares in your hands, but you will it back to sleep. He’s not really going to hurt you. He was pulling his punches. This is a test, some sort of strange initiation to see if you’re trustworthy enough for Jake Lockley. You meet his gaze with a measured look of complete calm. He tilts his head.
“Hmm, te creo,” he sheathes the crescent shaped blade. “I believe you.”
He sits back and offers you a hand, pulling you to your feet. You feel the tiny mark on your neck that’s bleeding a surprising amount. Jake touches his nose tenderly. It’s definitely broken. And so are your ribs you realize as you struggle to take a deep breath.
“Here,” you reach for him first, letting your powers flow through you as you trace his busted nose with a feather light touch.
When his nose snaps back into place, he doesn’t so much as flinch. But he is staring at you with raised eyebrows. You run a hand over your neck, healing the tiny cut, then press your palm to your side. It hurts like it always does as your bones click back together.
“Fuck,” you hiss under your breath, trying and failing to bite back a pained moan.
“Now that was hot,” Jake says silently
“Imagine hearing that sound because of us,” Marc adds, the image of you squirming underneath them flashing through their minds courtesy of Marc.
“We arehearing that sound because of us,” Steven snaps. “Someone - Jake - broke their ribs!”
“Lay off Steven. I was assessing a threat.”
“Whatever you say, mate. Threat assessed.”
“So the Avengers?” Marc asks, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand.
“I take it I passed,” You remark wryly, not even blinking at the appearance of Marc.
It was the weirdest recruiting mission you had ever been on, but if beating the shit out of each other for a few minutes convinced Jake, Steven, and Marc that you were genuine, then that’s what you’d do.
Marc stepped close to you and raised his hand to your face, touching the spattering of blood there. His face changes, softens. Steven’s palm flattens over your cheek, and without realizing it you lean into the warmth.
“My flat’s a few blocks away,” he offers. “You can clean up there, talk to all of us about the Avengers.”
His eyes are wide as his gaze roves your face, a little smile quirking his lips up. You’re equally as enraptured by him, by all of them really.
“Oh, he’s got it bad,” Jake remarks.
In the end, Steven walks you back to his flat, listening to you talk about the new Avengers Initiative all the while. Marc and Jake jump into the conversation here and there, and in the fifteen minutes it takes to reach Steven’s door, your mission is complete. Moon Knight is an Avenger.
You could go. Right then, you could turn around, wish Steven - and Marc and Jake - the best, tell them you’ll see them later, and go back to the compound. You should go, but there is something magnetic about the three men that makes you follow Steven Grant into his flat.
He sits you on the edge of his bed and cleans the blood from your face with a damp cloth, kneeling between your legs the whole time in a way that makes you feel… things. Damn it. When you were recruited to the team, you made a personal rule that a romance, however brief, would never be an option with a fellow Avenger. Steven is by all rights an Avenger now. The co-workers rule had always kept you out of trouble before. So yes you could admire how handsome this man was, but no, there could be no romance, no sex, nothing.
When your face and neck are clean, Steven absentmindedly puts a hand on your thigh, high on your thigh, and sits back on his knees. There is fire where he’s touching you. Damn it, you curse to yourself. Remember the rule.
Trying to distract yourself, you take the cloth from him and dab at his face that is still bloody from the broken nose. It forces you to lean closer as you hold his head still with one hand and wipe blood away with the other. His face is soft with just a hint of afternoon stubble on his cheek and jaw. This was not a good choice for a distraction.
He’s looking up at you with those big dark eyes, and when he makes eye contact, he hold you still with just his gaze.
“Come on, Steven!” Marc cheers him on.
Steven doesn’t think. He takes your face between his hands and kisses you like a dying man taking his last breath. He leans you back, pressing you flat to the bed and moving to hover over you, kissing you all the while.
“I-is this alright?” Steven asks, pulling back so your noses are barely brushing.
No. It’s breaking the rule. That’s what you should say. But your hands are pressed to the smooth muscles of his chest, moving almost of their own accord to feel him through his shirt.
“Yes,” you decide right then to take a leap of faith.
The smile that lights up Steven’s face is contagious. You would break every rule in the world just to see him smile. You’re grinning back at him as he shifts his body atop yours. Fighting Jake had been - dare you say it - fun, but this was better. Steven is warm and gentle in all the right ways, and you think that if you ever get the chance you’d find that Marc and Jake would be rough in all the right ways. But for now, this is enough. More than enough.
Steven’s hands roam your face like he’s trying to memorize every bit of it. You’re raising goosebumps along his side as you slip your hands under the soft fabric of his shirt.
And just as you are about to tear this beautiful man’s clothes off, your phone vibrates loudly in your pocket. The moment is broken. You fumble for the device, brushing the back of your hand awkwardly across Steven’s… oh shit. He huffs softly.
“Sorry,” you mutter, feeling how hard he is with that quick touch.
He moves his eyes up, averting his gaze from you with a slightly embarrassed half-grin, half-grimace.
“Hello,” you answer, calming your breathing.
You’re still laying under Steven who is braced on his elbows with hands hovering awkwardly around your head.
“Any updates?”
Why did it have to be Sam Wilson calling you right now? It felt like your older brother had just walked in on you having sex. It wasn’t sex… yet, and Sam wasn’t your older brother… biologically, but that might has well have been the situation.
“Yeah, it uh… went well. He’s on board.”
You glance at Steven who is watching you curiously, actively running a hand through your hair now.
“Good. So we’ll see you back here early morning then?” Sam asks.
“I um… I missed my flight,” that is technically true.
“Missed flight?” You hear Bucky shout and pull the phone from your ear as his voice gets louder. “They’re fucking. I knew it! I saw those pictures of him, and I knew this was the end of your stupid co-worker rule!”
“We’re not-” you start, then stop; lying to Bucky and Sam has never been your best skill. “We-”
Marc grabs the phone from your hand; you don’t know when the change occurred. He could definitely hear Bucky’s yelling.
“We’re trying to,” he speaks into the phone.
You can hear Bucky’s happy shouting on the other line, Sam trying to calm him down. Then Marc hangs up and tosses your phone aside.
“Now where were we?” Marc’s voice shifts to Steven’s British accent mid-sentence.
You bury your fingers in his soft curly hair, dragging Steven’s face down to yours and pressing your lips to his soft ones. You’d followed your co-worker rule for years, but not anymore. Steven moans quietly, a deep throaty sound that shoots heat through your body.
It was like Stark had always said, rules are made to be broken.
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Eyes flittering over words while the jangling of keys filled the peaceful air, the scent of donuts warmed my heart.
He was home.
Finally.
Huffing, my attention still fixated on my book, Marc made his way into the living room. I refused to meet his eyes; Marc’s exasperated sigh followed by his sharp mutters making me roll my eyes.
“Still giving me the silent treatment sweetheart?” he mocked, placing a box of donuts on the counter. Stealing a glance, my heart lurched. They were all my favourites. From chocolate flavoured to sprinkle covered.
But the very thought of his ignorance brought forth the urge to leave the room.
Taking a one of the chocolate covered donuts out, Marc held one up, a pot of chocolate dipping sauce in his other hand. I didn’t even know what I was reading, my heart racing and the thin cord that held my angry outburst within me beginning to tighten.
“Oh, for fucks sakes,” Marc protested. Striding over to me, stooping before me, his smooth skin rid of any beard gleaming in the soft light casted across the room.
“Look,” he said, his hands twisting his fingers, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my mission. I know I should have. I’m here now and- and I’m fine. Just scratches and bruises.”
I met his soft eyes for a second, his mouth opened slightly as he stared at me- expectantly. Lips closing shut, he turned his head as he motioned to the donuts.
“Will you at least have a donut?” Marc groaned.
Eyeing him one last time, I refocused my attention to my book. I heard his exasperated sigh, followed by his mutters of annoyance. Sighing, Marc nodded his head.
Quicker than I could react, he grabbed me, tossing me over his shoulder like I was mere sack of flour.
“Marc,” I screeched, his hand holding my torso on his shoulders, “put me down right now.”
Reaching for something on the table, he carried us to our bed- despite my protests and kicking. My body bounced slightly, nipples pebbling as he stared at me hungrily.
“You want to be a brat honey?” he mocked, tearing his shirt off, “fine be a brat.”
Lunging at me, our lips met in a furious kiss, my hands snaking in his curls. I could taste the coffee frosting as his hands pawed at my clothes. Pinning my hands above my head, one hand groped my breasts, a breathy sigh swallowed by his groan of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, his crotch rubbing against my heat.
And then the sound of a click followed by the cold feel of handcuff circled my wrists.
Pulling away, my chest heaved as his dark eyes stared at my overheated figure.
“Marc,” I gasped, “what-,”
Holding the front of my teddy, he ripped it down the middle my swollen breasts exposed for his pleasure. Marc reached down for my panties, ripping the now moist lace.
“Hey,” I protested, “those were-,”
Stuffing them in my mouth, my eyes widened as he pressed the ball of his hand against the lips.
“You want to be a brat and ignore me?” he sneered, “give me the silent treatment?”
Taking a small container- the tiny cup of chocolate dipping sauce, he swirled two fingers seductively in it. Bringing his dripping fingers to his lips, he sucked them languidly- moaning softly.
“Here’s the deal sweetheart,” he purred, pouring a trail of chocolate down my body, “you want to be a brat and stay quiet, well that’s the only way you cum tonight.”
My eyes widened, my clit throbbing with anticipation.
“Every time you make a sound, I’m going to restart. You got that honey?”
I nodded, the rough feel of lace filling my mouth.
“Good girl.”
Setting the container of decadence on our bedside table, he trailed soft kisses down my neck. His expert tongue and sharp nips had my chest heaving. But I would not let him win.
But as he reached the base of my neck, he sucked a sensitive spot, a hoarse moan leaving my lips. Looking up at me, a smirk on his lips, he took the container up and poured more.
“What’s wrong honey?” Marc’s eyes glued to mine, “having problems being quiet?”
This time as his lips met my neck, his fingers began to trail down my body. The soft suckling from his neck, my inability to touch him, and now the way the rough pads of his fingertips stroked my clit, it was torture.
He licked down the center of my chest, his lips attaching itself to one of my swollen peaks. Circling and sucking my pebbled nipple while he pinched and massaged the other, made my eyes roll back- heels digging into the mattress. All I wanted to do was moan, my mouth stuffed and my clit throbbing. Marc was giving me too much and too little all at once.
It was as if he was determined to make a point, biting down on my swollen bud while pinching the other. Crying out, he removed his hands from my body, looking back up to my eyes.
“Hm, seems like we’re having problems listening today honey?”
He pinched my nipple as he smirked, my body lurching at his reaction.
Chuckling, he began again.
It was torture, his lips suckling the fresh trail of chocolate with an increased aggression. Head pounding and hands straining around the cuffs, his mouth laved over the soft flesh of my stomach.
Finally.
But as he began down the curve of my tummy, he thrusted two fingers in my pussy, curling them into my sweet spot.
Moaning, my legs shutting around his hand, my head foggy and tears building in my eyes. Marc yanked my legs open, my cries muffled by the now soaked fabric in my mouth. Pouting, Marc took the torn lace from my mouth, and I looked away.
A warm finger hooked under my chin, turning my face to him.
“You have anything you want to say or ask of me honey?” Marc purred, a shit-eating grin on his face.
My breath faltered, his hands rubbing up and down my thighs. Huffing as he inched them closer to my pussy, I bucked my hips to his fingers. But he moved them just as quickly.
“It’s ok to give in honey,” Marc murmured, his chocolatey breath brushing against my cheek, “just say ask me to make you cum.”
My chest heaved, my limbs sweat covered and tired of his edging. Marc pressed tender kisses along the apple of my cheek, his tongue coming out slightly to lick away a loose tear.
Hand going back between my legs, his fingers pushed into my pussy, the loud squelching making my toes curl. Marc pulled away, my eyes meeting his.
“Marc,” I moaned.
“Honey?”
“I give in,” I sighed, my limbs shaking, “please.”
He smirked, his fingers thrusting back into my pussy. This time I cried out, unable to hold back my moan of pleasure.
Pulling them out, I cried out, frustrated and annoyed.
“Marc, I swear to God if you don’t-,”
I couldn’t even finish my sentence, his body flat against the bed, his face buried in my pussy.
I thrashed on the bed, hands straining against the cuffs. Pulling away gently, he took the remainder of the chocolate and poured it all over my cunt, the warm chocolate tingling my nerves.
The sound of his tongue slurping at the warm liquid as he circled my clit had my legs snapping around his head. Holding them down, a hand pressed to my stomach, his tongue flicked my swollen bud while I cried for him.
“Fuck,” I mewled, his fingers now inside me.
I could barely concentrate, and my orgasm hit me like a freight train. Waves of pleasure shook me, my voice hoarse while Marc continued his ministrations. Hips undulating with pleasure, he continued thrusting his fingers in me, his lips coming down to my clit.
“Marc- f-fuck.”
Spitting on my pussy, he rubbed my clit while he added a third finger to my pussy.
“That’s it honey,” he exhaled, “taking my fingers so good.”
Legs shaking, my mouth fell open in a silent scream.
“Oh my Gods,” I cried, my body shaking as he rubbed my clit harder.
“What’s wrong honey? Can’t keep quiet?” he teased, his fingers thrusting into me at a blinding pace.
Eyes rolling back, I mewled at the feel of his fingers rolling my nipple between them. It was becoming too much but I didn’t want to stop. Mouth returning to my clit, he traced patterns with his tongue while I cried out for him.
“Baby its too much,” I cried, my muscles cramping as Marc continued.
Digging his fingers deeper, he took my clit in his mouth- shaking his head slightly while he sucked harshly.
I could not stream a single sentence, my body floating on a sea of pleasure. Thighs clamping around his head, he moaned into me- the vibrations spiraling me into another mind-blowing orgasm.
“FuckFuckFuck,” I screamed, a stream of clear liquid squirting from me.
Finally pulling away, his face dripping with my release, Marc stared at me, his cock straining against his boxers. A dark spot formed on the grey fabric, but that soon vanished.
Marc flipped me on my knees, my moan stifled as he shoved his boxers in my mouth. I couldn’t even catch my breath, my head foggy and my vision pulsating as I came down my clouded bliss.
Holding me up by my stomach, his body draping over mine, he pressed a kiss to the sweaty portion of my neck. Pushing in, my muffled moan was drowned by his soft cooing.
“See if you can stay silent now,” he purred, snapping his hips into my sensitive heat.
