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.
Prompt:pulling your lover into your arms, kissing their cheek as you comfort them (requested by anon for my 3k follower celebration!)
Warnings: fluff, neighbor!reader, mention of nightmares, hurt/comfort, kisses, sweetness, pining, brief appearance by Marc too
Notes: Even though this fic is not explicit, my blog still is so please do not read or interact if you are under 18 thank you. Thanks so much for the request anon, I loved this prompt so much!! And it works so well with Steven cause he deserves the world!! I have an update only blog too to stay up to date on when I post @flightlessangelwings-updates
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A pained scream woke you up from a peaceful dream and immediately you were on high alert. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door as another scream echoed against the wall you shared with your neighbor, Steven Grant. This wasn’t the first time you’d woken up to the sounds of his agony while he slept, but this time seemed more urgent than before. Quickly, you grabbed your keyring, which included the spare key he gave you, and bolted out the door.
“Steven?!” you pounded at his door first. Dread filled your mind as you heard him yell and thrash around inside, “Steven, I’m coming in!” you called through the door as you slid the key in with shaky hands.
Summary: Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).
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Italics are flashbacks!
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“Oh, Marc…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.
“Hold on a little longer, baby.” He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. “You’re a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!” He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.
“Kiss me. Marc, kiss me.” She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. “Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—.”
Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.
“We’re very good at this.” He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. “So good that we ended up like this.” She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband’s body.
Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.
“Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not.”
“Like that life we could never have?”
“For example.”
“It still seems like a dream that we’ve come this far, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He replied, “The life we thought we could never have… it turns out we’ve managed to create it. Quite literally.”
"I’m glad to be able to do it with you.” She caressed her husband’s face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. “Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She’s very lucky, I’m very lucky too.”
“Lucky us, darling.” Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.
They loved her, they were lucky.
“I couldn’t agree more with Steven.” Marc said now.
After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.
Round 2 perhaps was coming?
It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.
An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.
“No, no, no. No… it can’t be, it’s still too early.” whispered in panic. “Marc…!” She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn’t see anything. “Marc?” She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”
Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.
However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.
Blood. A lot of blood.
The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn’t until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. “Marc.” She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.
“So if it’s a girl, do you want to name her Layla?” Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby’s crib
“Yes.” Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
Steven shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla…but do you think it’s a good idea to name your daughter after your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn’t answered him.
“I have you both because of her. She’s the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven.” She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. “She’s a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it’s the least I can do.”
“Well…” said Steven, placing a hand on his wife’s, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. “It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well… in case it’s a girl.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad we agree.” She whispered with a goofy grin.
“I didn’t say I agreed.” Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.
The woman sighed. “Ugh, Marc…” she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.
“I like the name, I really do, but I think we’re overdoing it. I think it’s a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more.” Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.
“And what do you think our daughter should be named?” she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.
“Well… I’m not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”
”-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname.“ Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.
"Steven…” sighed Marc in exasperation.
“And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?”
“Well, it’s short for-”
“-Taweret!” Steven cut Marc off again.
“Steven!” Marc exclaimed. “Stop interrupting me.”
“You want to call our daughter Taweret!?” Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. “I love Taweret, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She’d get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think.”
“Hey, I didn’t laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she’s the one who helped us get back from the Duat.”
The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. You’re right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that.” As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. “But now that I think about it… Tattie makes sense, the baby won’t be much bigger than a potato now.”
“Small potato!” Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. “Oi! How’s it going in there, sweetheart?”
She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.
“You’re going to be a show as parents.” She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.
When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.
“Where could he have gone?” she thought, over and over again. “Marc… Steven? I-I need you-” she tried to hold back her sobs.
It couldn’t be possible that this was happening.
“Guys…” she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. “Tattie…” she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.
She couldn’t lose her. Not her baby.
Not now.
“I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something.” Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.
God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.
“Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows.” She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband’s lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. “Ahh… Steven do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, completely.”
Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that, darling.” He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.
Seeing her reaction to his touch.
Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.
“Sweet.” He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. “You have no idea how sweet you are.”
“Don’t even think about stopping.” She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.
And so he continued.
The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.
“Steven?” she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. “Something’s not right. The baby…” she tried to contain herself, once again. “Something’s not right.”
Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that’s when she came across something she hadn’t expected to see.
A gun, large caliber.
What the fuck?
She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.
“I love you.” Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. “I love you.” He repeated with a big smile on his face.
“I love you too.” It was the first time they’d both said it, even though they’d already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. “Very much.”
“Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already.” Marc commented, taking control of his body. “But just so you know, I was here first, Steven.” Marc joked.
“I love you too, Mr. Spector.”
“I know. How not to.”
“You cheeky bastard.”
That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity
“I need help…”
“I can see that.” Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven’s, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.
She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. “There is too much blood.” He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. “It’s not all yours though, don’t worry.”
It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked him through her teeth.
“Oh, right. We’ve never met before.” Spoke the man she didn’t recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It’s exhausting.”
She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.
Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.
“Excuse my manners, bonita.” He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”
Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven’s. That comforted her.
She didn’t know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn’t have time to worry either, because everything went black.
She no longer felt anything.
But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.
This weekend, hopefully tonight, I’ll post the second part of I CAN ALMOST SEE YOU! There will be a bit of Smut, Fluff, and Angst. We will also have Soft!Marc and Soft!Steven! So if you’re interested and want me to tag you, just interact with this post and check the fist part, perhaps?✨
Third part of the story; One-shot??; ANGST; tiny bit of fluff.
Summary:After a traumatic experience, without Marc and Steven by your side, all you have left is Jake Lockley. A complete stranger to you.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, kinda OOC!Jake Lockley?
Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!
Italics are flashbacks!
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It was instinctive. The first thing she did when she opened her eyes, with difficulty, and realised that she was in unfamiliar surroundings — in a hospital, apparently — was to put her hands to her belly.
She felt no pain at all, possibly because of the medication.
What she did feel was how her belly, which the last time she touched was full and round, was now soft and empty, slightly swollen as well.
Her baby was not where it was supposed to be. That’s when panic came overwhelmingly upon her.
“Where’s my baby?” she asked, looking around agitatedly, as she sat back up in bed. A sense of despair washed over her, but that didn’t stop her from continuing to look around, searching for her baby. “W-where’s my daughter!?” She exclaimed demanding an answer when she saw a nurse enter the room.
“Mrs. Spector, don’t worry.” The nurse told her as he came to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You must not waste your strength.”
“Where’s my baby?” she asked the nurse, agitated, almost out of breath. “Is she all right? Is she—?”
At that moment, she could see that behind the nurse, coming through the doorway was Layla, accompanied by another nurse.
"Call the doctor.” Said the attending nurse to his colleague, who nodded and disappeared.
“Layla.” Called the woman to her friend, who came to her and held her hand as she sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want a doctor. I want my baby.”
“I’m sorry, ma'am, but that won’t be possible. The little one is-”
“-No. No. No. I want my baby. My— bring me my baby. Bring me my daughter!” She exclaimed to the nurse, who turned away from her as she saw how upset she was starting to get.
Layla tried to calm her down, calling her name and taking both of her hands, trying to get her attention in an attempt to calm her down.
“I want my daughter! My baby! Bring her to me!
It was then when the doctor and two other nurses entered the room, between them they laid her back down on the bed. She was so panicked and agitated because of not receiving any clear answer to her request, that it caused the monitor which she was hooked up to, to start beeping.
Her vitals were skyrocketing. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest.
"Easy, easy. Honey, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be fine.” One of the nurses said as she held her.
She glanced towards the door, where before she was knocked unconscious again, due to the sedative she had been given, that she could see the familiar silhouette of a man.
“Marc…?” was the last thing she could whisper with difficulty, before the sedation took effect.
She looked at the cot that Steven had once set up for the baby.
It was empty, her daughter wasn’t sleeping in it as she had once hoped to see when she came home from the hospital. She felt guilty about everything that had happened.
She never thought she would come home from the hospital with empty arms, alone. Without her daughter or her boys.
She felt like she was drowning on dry land.
“I’m so sorry…” she whispered as she picked up a small stuffed animal from the cot. A small camel, which had been so funny to Steven once, when they had seen it the first time they had gone shopping for their daughter. “You’re supposed to be here, with me. You’re supposed to be in my arms…” she whispered tearfully, as she sat down in the rocking chair, still staring at the cot.
She couldn’t help but burst into tears as she rocked and cuddled the little cuddly toy, wishing it was her daughter.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark. Night had fallen. She could see at the end of her bed, by the window, the silhouette of her husband.
There was a full moon that night.
The soft light coming through the window illuminated his face, he was silent, watching the city through the window. His beautiful dark, curly hair reflected the light, in the way she loved to watch, as when they used to take evening strolls in summer under the starry nights.
“What happened?” She asked him in a whisper, fearful of the answer he might give her.
He looked at her for a few seconds, silent again, before moving a little closer to the bed. “You had a severe panic attack this morning. They had to sedate you to calm you down.”
The woman tried to quiet all the thoughts racing through her mind. She had to focus and ask the one question she felt most urgent to ask. “Is our daughter… alive?”
“Yes. She’s alive.”
Jake. It was Jake Lockley who had answered it, not Marc or Steven.
“How long have I been here?” She asked him with a frown, watching as he moved closer to her.
“Almost a week.” He replied, as he ran a hand through his hair. “Do you remember anything about what happened that night?”
“I remember all the blood.” She replied sharply. “All my blood, and the one you told me wasn’t mine, too. I remember you too, claiming to be the new owner of the body.” She gritted her teeth, seeing him sitting next to her. “You are the Avatar of Khonshu.”
“That’s not a question.”
“It’s a fact.” She spat. “Just like it’s a fact that it was you who killed Harrow.”
“Bingo.”
“Why are you still here?”
“Why would I be?” He asked, tilting his head, curious to know her answer. “Because of my daughter. Because of you.”
“She’s not your daughter.” She said angrily. “She’s mine, and Marc and Steven’s. I don’t know who the fuck you are, I don’t know you.”
“Bonita, that’s a bit hypocritical of you, don’t you think?” he laughed wryly. “Weren’t you the one who told her husband that she would accept any of his personalities? That they were part of the package and that you loved him unconditionally even with them?” He took her by the chin and smiled arrogantly. “Well, spoiler alert, my dear. I am one of them.”
She turned her face away from his grip. “I want you to leave.”
“Ah nah. That’s not going to happen.” He sighed as he stood up. “I’ve come to stay, preciosa.”
After that they didn’t cross any words again that night. She tried to go back to sleep, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Marc and Steven’s absence. Jake seemed to really mean it when he said he was the new owner of the body. She was mentally tired. All she wanted was to see her daughter, who she knew was alive. Thanks goodness.
Her heart sank at the thought that as long as that baby had been in this world, she hadn’t been able to be held by either of her parents. She was struggling to survive alone. She still couldn’t visit her, she was still too weak from all the blood loss she had suffered and from the incision in her lower abdomen, which hurt. Now all she could think about was her little girl.
She was way too deep in her own thoughts, while she cried silently. Mental and physical exhaustion finally got the better of her, causing her to fall asleep, with her face and pillow wet with tears.
“Did you get a chance to see her?” She asked Layla the next morning. Her friend smiled and nodded her head.
“I have pictures!” Her friend said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. “Look.” She handed the phone to her and for the first time she could see what her daughter looked like.
She no longer had to imagine her.
“Oh man… she’s tiny. Sh-she’s beautiful.” A huge smile formed on her face, as she watched the image intently. Tears began to form in her eyes again. “Look at her…” she brushed away the tears and continued to stare at the picture. “Baby girl Spector.” She said reading the small poster with all the information that was on the incubator, in which her little girl was in.
Baby girl Spector.
16.3 inches.
3.67 pounds.
The little girl had no name yet.
“She has very dark hair. She’s very strong, like you.” Layla commented, with a small smile, as she looked at the image as well.
“She looks just like them.” The girl’s mother observed.
“She looks just like you too, you know? When she’s asleep, she smiles.” Layla said, taking her hand on her own, and squeezing it affectionately. “She’s a happy little girl. She knows she’s loved.”
“Have you been able to hold her?”
“No. It didn’t feel right to do it, if you have not done it first.” Layla replied, looking at her. “But don’t worry, Jake and the nurses spend the whole day with her. In fact, she spends more time in his arms than she does in the incubator practically.”
“Jake?” She asked her with a slight frown as she heard the name of the man still unknown to her. “You know Jake?”
“Yeah, sure.” Her curly haired friend replied. “He was the one who called me when he brought you here the other day. He was the one who asked me to come as soon as possible.”
She nodded slowly as she listened to what she just told her. “Layla, I don’t know him. I don’t know who he is.”
“I know, neither do I. But… he does know you, as weird as that sounds.”
“Has he really been with her all this time?”
“If he wasn’t with little Tattie, he was here on guard duty all night. He hasn’t left the hospital since you arrived.”
“Honey, it’s time to go.” A male voice called to her from somewhere in the house. “Honey?” he called back when he received no response from her.
“I’m here."answered her. "In the nursery.”
He walked through the door and approached her. He put his hand on her shoulder to let her know she wasn’t alone. “Hey… are you okay?” He asked as he knelt down in front of her and cupped her face. “My love?”
“I feel like this is all my fault. Th-that she’s not here with us at home, because I failed her.” The woman replied in a trembling voice.
“She’s fine, she’s completely fine. She’s healthy, and she’s happy.”
“Still - I - I feel like I haven’t done enough to protect her and keep her safe. She’s supposed to be here.” Her lower lip trembled.
“Honey, it’s not your fault. Nothing that’s happened is your fault. You’ve done everything right. These things… sometimes happen, and that doesn’t mean you didn’t do everything you could for her.” The man reaffirmed her as he stroked her cheeks and wiped them dry. “She’s finally coming home. She’s made it, okay?”
"Do you think she’ll hate me?” She asked as she took his hands and held them to her chest.
“Hate you? No. She’s going to adore you, you’re her mum after all.” He whispered resting a kiss on her hands. “She knows she’s very lucky to have you. Just like me.”
She grabbed his face and kissed him sweetly and softly. “I adore you. You always know just the right thing to say at the right time.” She rested her forehead against his, while closing her eyes for s second.
Several days later, when the doctor gave her the go-ahead to leave the room for the first time since she woke up, and a nurse pushed her wheelchair into the NICU, she knew she would meet Jake there.
In a way, after the conversation she had with Layla and the comment she made about Jake keeping watch for them, her perception of him changed. She knew that he hadn’t shown himself for very long, and that through Marc and Steven’s eyes, he had gotten to know her. And she wanted to think that in some way he cared about her and her daughter.
But a small part of her also felt at a disadvantage. For on her side she knew nothing about him except that he was Khonshu’s avatar. It was clear to her that, the least, she owed her husband to try to get to know this new person with whom he shared a body.
“I love you and all the people who live inside you. No exceptions.” That was what she once said to Marc, after he came back into her life.
Loving Steven was easy. Falling in love with Steven was really easy. He showed the more vulnerable side that Marc often couldn’t show, he fit in those little gaps, perfectly, where Marc, for her, took longer to fit in. There was a perfect balance. The three of them were very close and the communication flowed magnificently, making the dynamic between them idyllic.
Things with Jake, however, were going to take a little longer. But She was willing to give him a chance. She wanted to get to know him, to know how he thought and acted. No matter how distant and surly he seemed to be. He was a complicated person.
But complexity has its own beauty.
“You were right.” It was the first thing she said to him once the nurse left her wheelchair next to the reclining chair he was in, with the baby in his arms. “I was a hypocrite.”
Jake, who had been keeping his eyes closed as he held her daughter, opened them at the sound of the voice of the woman who now stood beside him. He watched her for a few seconds, silently, before lowering his gaze to where the newborn lay, sleeping peacefully, enjoying the warmth emanating from his body. “It’s your turn.”
“Excuse me?” The woman questioned him hesitantly.
“To hold your daughter. You’re up.” Lockley spoke as he shifted his position in the chair, ready to give the mother her daughter. The little girl began to fidget in discomfort at the drastic change of position.
“No. No, don’t move.” She whispered, seeing the frown on the baby’s face, who was about to start crying. “I don’t wanna disturb her. She seems peaceful in your embrace.” It pained her to say it, she was dying for holding her in her arms.
"She needs to be with her mother. I’m not her father- I-”
“I was wrong, completely wrong.” She whispered, resting a hand on his chest, so that he would lie still with the baby in his arms. “I once told Marc that I would love him and everyone who lived inside him, no exceptions. So… I accept you, totally. You’re part of the package. You’re part of our lives now, mine, and especially hers.” She rested the hand that had previously been on his chest on her dark-haired daughter’s back. He caressed her tenderly and gently. She was so tiny, she seemed so delicate.
“Hey, bonita-”
“Don’t you dare interrupt me.” She pointed a finger at the man. “You’re her father, too.” The young woman finished. “I can’t be the one to stop her from growing up without her father — well, one of them. She deserves you to be a part of her.” She lifted her gaze, which she had kept on the little dark-haired newborn the whole time, and watched his expression.
A big smile was plastered on Jake’s face. “Thank you.” Was all he said in a whisper, as he cupped her cheek with one of his hands.
“Thank you, for saving our lives.” She thanked him back, weirdly enjoying the caress. “For taking care of us.”
“That’s what you do for family, cariño.” He whispered before resting a kiss on the baby girl’s head, who stirred in his arms, and unexpectedly grabbed a finger from her mother.
“Family…” she said with a bittersweet feeling.
She missed Marc and Steven. It hurt her that they couldn’t be there.
“You know, I can’t be the reason she can’t grow up without her parents either.” Jake admitted, giving her a fleeting glance. “Marc and Steven deserve to be here with her too. I’ll give them control. But first… let me hold Vienna for a little while longer. Please.” He asked.
“Of course.” She said almost breathlessly as she heard his words, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “By the way. Vienna? You called her Vienna, why?” She asked him as she realised how he had addressed the little girl.
“I know that’s where you and Marc met, and I thought it was a symbolic thing to do.
"Vienna. I love it, it suits her.” Mrs. Spector said, as she stroked the soft hair on her daughter’s head. “Vienna… I think we have a name for you, sweetheart.” She placed a kiss on the baby’s tiny hand.
“You should understand, I didn’t want to keep calling the child potato. It’s absurd.” Commented the baby’s third father. “Vivi is more fitting, in my opinion.”
“Tattie is cute, though.”
“I stand by what I said.”
“Mummy and daddies.” Layla called out to little Vienna’s parents. “It’s time to take Layla Jr. home!” her friend exclaimed excitedly as she did little jumps of joy, with a big smile on her face.
It had already been several weeks since Marc and Steven had returned and also taken control of the body again. Now they, along with Jake, were taking equal control. At first it had been a complete disaster, as Marc and Steven had to get used to the idea and adapt to the fact that there was now a third person living in the same body as them. In the first few days, there had been a lot of arguing between them, due to the inability to be there for their wife and daughter, but as the days went by, tolerance set in and a new dynamic was formed.
A chaotic but functional dynamic, at least.
“Layla, no.” Jake said to the woman. “Her name is Vienna.”
“Junior’s funny.” Steven commented as he smiled.
“I mean she is not wrong. The kid’s name is Vienna Layla Spector, so…”
The smile disappeared as Marc took control. “We need to agree on how we’re going to address the little one, people. All of this is gonna confuse her even more.”
“Vivi.” Spoke the child’s mother, as she rocked her in her arms. The little girl looked around her with curiosity due to the amount of voices she heard around her. “Little Vivi.”
“Look at her. What a pretty little thing. You are the most precious thing ever, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Ah? Who’s a cute little munchkin?” Steven spoke sweetly, with a baby voice to his daughter.
“Steven, you’re embarrassing me.” Jake mumbled holding a hand to his face.
"Lockley. Don’t get me started. You were even worse than him.” Layla blurted out, as she pulled out a Polaroid from the bag she was carrying. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to take a picture of you all together before I take your asses home.”
“All right.” Smiled Marc as he took his wife by the waist, who briefly hid her head in his neck and planted a brief kiss, then smiled and posed for the camera.
“Ready? One… two… three-”
“Oi! Wait no!” Steven tried to warn Layla not to take the picture.
Flash.
Too late.
“What happened?” Layla asked, confused as she took the picture the camera just spit out.
“Vienna just had a blowout.” Commented the little girl’s mother, who was holding her in her arms and trying to hold back the urge to laugh at the scene. Both she and Vienna were fully covered in poop now.
“Perfect timing, I see.”
Layla looked at the picture she had just taken, it still had a while to fully develop, but she could already see how picturesque it was going to be. “A picture is worth a thousand words.” She commented with mockery.
“Oi, Jake! It’s your turn to change your daughter’s nappy, mate.”
A/N : it’s confirmed that i’m in love with layla el - faouly. sorry marc and steven ( and jake? ), i guess we have to share.
Everything happened so fast. There was no slight break for you to process upon everything that has happened for the past few hours. One second Marc was shot and the next thing you knew, Layla told you to leave the chamber before it collapsed. She was lucky that you weren’t as stubborn as she was, but did you regret it?
You were in the middle of a chaos where the chanting of spells and a choir of screams collided. You didn’t bare to watch the scene, listening to them were enough to scare you. A spot behind a building was the safest place for you to hide.
You were empty - handed, no weapon, no bag, nothing. The only thing you had was yourself and the ability to pray for something or someone to save you and whoever that was still had a chance to be saved.
As you fought the urge to break down behind a building, you wrapped your arms around your legs and pulled them close to your chest. It almost felt like you were waiting for your turn to be judged by one of Ammit’s followers and you were sure you wouldn’t pass the judgement.
The sound of a gun clicking, made you looked up. Your breath instantly hitched in your throat as you watched a gun was pointed towards you right a few feet from you. Despite wanting to leave from your spot, your body stayed frozen in your place.
Your hands shook uncontrollably before they fell to your side. The look in your eyes were pleading, but it wasn’t for them. You were pleading for some sort of miracle to happen.
Slowly but deadly, their index moved to wrap on the trigger. The look of horror on your face, didn’t make them slightly thought to let you live. They didn’t even think to at least judge you, they went straight to murder you.
With a soft plea escaped your lips, their index pushed on the trigger, shooting a bullet out of the gun. Your eyes abruptly shut as you let the feeling of despair took over your body.
Right when death was about to steal your soul, a miracle came to protect you. The sound of metal against metal rang through your ears. Your face slightly clenched at the uncomfortable sound.
“Open your eyes.” Your whole body instantly relaxed at the familiar soft voice. You didn’t need to hesitate to open your eyes, knowing that it was her. “Hi.”
“Layla?” Your face instantly fell when realization kicked in.
“You’re not dead.” Layla paused. “I’m not either.”
Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “But you were there. I saw you were still inside when the chamber collapsed.”
“I know.” Layla said.
Your eyes hesitantly trailed from her face down to her suit then moved along her wings that was shielding you from your death. A smile of relief was painted on your lips. “How-”
“I’ll explain everything later.” Layla promised. “I love you.”
“I love you.” You said as you looked at her in awe.
She smiled and nodded before pulling back both of her wings. The look of love that was once on her future was replaced with anger the second her eyes landed on the shooter. She stood up in front of you with her fists clenched on her side.
“Not a chance.” Layla said through gritted teeth. “Not her.”
The character development of Steven where he negotiates with Khonshu like baby couldn’t even talk to a lady without getting nervous. Now he can tell an ancient God to hush up. Pop off Mr.Knight.
Avenging (DARK! Moon Knight x Reader) The Knight and Pawn Series
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WARNINGS: Dark themes, I have no idea how to describe indoor decor.
You woke up to the smell of him on your skin. Your blood curdled and shame filled you. How could you be so weak against him? How could you have encouraged it?
The ghost of his lips on yours, as well as his fingers, lingered. You could still practically taste him on your tongue. The minty freshness mixed with the faint taste of dark chocolate and coffee created something so intoxicating yet nauseating at the same time. His calloused hands, worn from battle, left a sensation you didn’t quite understand.
You knew what happened last night was not out of love, at least not on your side, you were lonely, vulnerable and isolated. Any touch of intimacy was like breathing in fresh air or letting the sunlight hit your face after so much rain. You knew you didn’t love him, that this sick and twisted notion of love he had in his head was absurd and dangerous.
You brought your knees to your chest as you thought angrily about if all of this had come out five years ago things would have been different. You would’ve jumped into his arms and lived happily, you would probably have been oblivious to the obvious red flags because he would’ve been your Marc.
But he wasn’t anymore.
You pitied that version of you who lived oblivious to what monster warmed her bed at night. But you also envied her, wished to be her.
—
You were reading yet again when Marc came through the door, you expected him to have a tray of food in his hands but you were surprised when he just leaned against the door with his arms crossed. No food, and the door wide open.
Confusion and unease filled you, what was he doing?
“So,” Marc started, “the final renovations got done this morning so it’s time to properly show you your new home starlight.” You sat there not really processing the information.
“What,” Marc asked, “did you think I was just going to keep you in a locked room with no sunlight for the rest of your life?”
“I didn’t really know what to expect honestly,” you replied, hesitantly closing the book in your lap before placing it on the crumpled sheets. You slowly took a step forward to the door and when Marc reached out his tanned hand for you to take it. You wanted to deny it, tell him to fuck off and not touch you. But you worried that if you did, any hopes of getting outside of these same four walls would disappear. You tried not to recoil as your fingers intertwined with his, you reminded yourself with each step not to run to the nearest door. He’ll be on guard, he’ll be ready for your half baked attempt at escape. You had to gain his trust, and not running immediately would help. Some part of you wondered if you were complacent if he would let you go out of boredom, but you see the look in his eyes and know that will never be the case. In fact it might encourage him.
He took you through a few hallways, all trimmed with white and silver. It was all very…classy and expensive. Nothing about this screamed Marc, but of course when Marc showed up in that bar with a white button up and black slacks some part of you was surprised by his appearance. He also barely managed to scrape by with what he sold during missions, always just selling the bare minimum before giving it to museums and places like that. So what changed? Where did all this money come from?
Marc opened a door at the end of the hallway, it did not make a sound as he opened it and revealed a study. The walls were lined with books, most were egyptian, the wooden trims looked to be made of mahogany and decorative plants were placed artistically here and there giving the room a slight adventurer vibe. You barely noticed the door behind you closing, when you did you saw it was a hidden door. You were trapped behind a fake door the entire time in his study.
“This is the office,” Marc said as his fingers never left yours, “Truth be told I don’t use it often but I don’t want you poking around in here if you can help it,” He said as he dragged you out of the space.
It was very modern, you noticed, the floor plan was anyway, open space, lots of windows letting in a lot of natural light. Completely different from the cramped room you had been in for months. The couch was a cool gray sectional, it looked as though it’s never been used, in fact, a lot of it seemed to be brand new. The floors were real wood and polished to the point you could see your reflection in it, the walls were a nice, clean white with spots of color here and there with wall decorations. There was a fluffy rug where the sectional was along with a decorative blanket draped over the side. The TV was massive, and it seemed to be one of those state of the art smart tv’s. Everything looked just like it came straight from one of those home decorator magazines, showing people pretty places that they would never live. You noticed one of those windows looked out into a balcony that overlooked the water. As you breathed in the outside world for the first time in forever, your suspicions were confirmed.
You were in London.
You were literally an entire ocean away from anyone who you could count on to help.
You were trapped.
“As you can tell this is the living area, and over here is the kitchen,” Marc said as he pulled you to the open archway to the kitchen. The floor was marble tile and the counters were made of this white and gray marble with gold streaks in it. Even this room, which you know he used, looks like nothing has been touched.
He then proceeded to show you the other rooms, the gym, an indoor pool, a walk-in closet which he made sure to tell you that was yours, a few guest rooms, and all the rooms seemed to follow a certain white, gray, and gold theme with Egyptian hints and exotic touches here and there.
Finally he dragged you to the last door, it was large, taking up a good amount of space on the wall, double doors.
“Finally this is our bedroom with an ensuite bathroom for us.” It was gorgeous, the california king bed with gray sheets, a regular rug with intricate patterns, the frame of the bed was black, over all the room was spacious with enough room for a pull out tv, ottoman by the end of the bed, a large dresser with a closet, two chairs by a bookshelf. When you reached the bathroom the shower could clearly hold two people as well as the massive tub. Everything was big, clean and expensive.
That’s what you always came back to.
Expense.
“Marc,” you said to the man who, except when he showed you where the rooms were, said nothing, “How are you able to afford all of this?”
“Turns out Steven is smarter than he looks,” He said rubbing the back of your hand, “he may be pretty timid but god is he a vicious business man.” he sighed as he brought your hand to his lips, “I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but I want you to know that we did this all for you. You deserve nice things, and I didn’t handle things correctly-”
“You didn’t.” You said, Marc gave you a look, he knows you’re right (as usual) and that he deserves that.
“As I was saying,” Marc continued, “we did this all for you, but there are a few rules.”
You tried to hide the tightness in your chest and the panicked rhythm of your pulse.
“One,” Marc said holding up one finger, “don’t try to escape. Pretty basic shit, but still.”
“Where would I even go?” You said, “You took me an entire ocean away from anyone I can turn to.”
“You could still run,” He said, his eyes challenging yours, “and there will be no tolerance for that.”
“Two,” He said, “I still want to bring you breakfast every morning and you have to eat all of it.” he holds up three fingers, “Three, you have to wear the clothes in the walk-in closet, it’s all designer or some shit, it’s supposed to be high quality.” Four fingers, “Four, we still share the same bed and the same rules apply. I would never force you into sex,” he said, “When that day comes, when sleeping beside each other isn’t enough for you and you want more, I’ll be there. However, until that day comes I would like to continue sleeping like we have been. Close.”
“And Five?” You asked.
“Five,” He said with a blush on his cheek, “you have to kiss me, at least once a day. I’m not asking for more than that, just one kiss on the lips a day or more.”
Out of all those rules, that one was the one that was going to be hard to obey. Kissing him everyday and moving on as though he didn’t kill Alec right in front of you was going to be unbearable. But you needed time, and opportunity, and who knows. Maybe one day if you still have your wits about you and you’ve gained enough trust. Maybe he’ll bring you outside, maybe even take you on trips where you can escape then.
Just hold on.
“So do you understand?” Marc asked, his eyes boring into yours as-though trying to read your mind. You gave him a small, deceptively sweet smile as you answered.
“I understand.”
“And you have to start calling me your pretty boy again,” Marc said in a lower tone, “I just want things to be how they used to be.”
“I understand pretty boy” the words tasted like ash in your mouth but still you smiled at him.
Notes: This has sat in my WIPs for weeks until I had the inspiration to finish but I’m really happy with how this turned out! I usually love a good dom!Marc but sometimes a little subby is what a man needs! Plus switching is more fun lol!
“Hey Marc…” you greeted into the home you shared with him as you walked in.
You froze, however, when you noticed that it looked like he hadn’t moved a muscle since you left hours ago. Marc stayed hunched over his desk in the far corner of the space as he mumbled to himself and scribbled notes down. Papers littered the area around him and only a small desk light lit up the room. He barely even acknowledged that you were back, too focused on his work.
“Marc,” you repeated in a sterner tone as you crossed the space and rested your hands on his shoulders, “You work too hard baby,” you squeezed the taut muscles as you felt him stiffen under your touch.
He sighed and leaned back to look up at you, “Hey baby,” he finally spoke, “I’m just so close to figuring this out I just need…”
“What you need,” you interjected as you spun his swivel chair around, “Is to take a break.”
Marc glared at you for interrupting him, but before he could let out a vocal protest, you dropped down to your knees between his spread legs. His mouth hung open as you looked up at him with a fire in your eyes. Any argument was lost as you ran your hands up his inner thighs and fiddled with the zipper of his pants.
“Baby…”
“Shhh,” you cooed as you tugged at the zipper.
A smirk lit up your face when you saw the fabric beneath your hands twitch and you knew you had Marc right where you wanted him. With expert precision, you easily freed his cock from his pants. Your mouth watered when you saw that he was half hard already just from your teasing touches.
Marc knew that you were aware of the effect you had on him. You were his ultimate weakness, and you both knew it. Just one look from you rendered him speechless and just one touch turned the usually hardened mercenary into a puddle of mush. Sometimes he hated how easily he fell to you. But, there were times like this when you knew exactly what he needed and how to give it to him, so he couldn’t complain too much.
He was absolutely in love with you after all.
“Shit baby,” Marc hissed as his hands landed on your scalp.
You didn’t reply with your words. Instead, you licked a long, slow, deliberate stipe up the length of Marc’s cock that sent a shiver up his spine. His grip on your scalp tightened as he gasped at the sensation. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on the sensitive skin a few times before you wrapped your lips around it.
A low groan escaped Marc’s throat as you engulfed his cock with your mouth and sank down on it. He let out a string of curses as he surrendered to the warm wetness of your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down the entire length until he was rock hard for you.
With determination, you hallowed out your cheeks and sucked hard on his cock. A loud moan that Marc couldn’t control echoed in the room as you worked him the way you knew he liked. You dove into his body with your face and didn’t stop until your nose nuzzled the skin of his lower stomach.
You gagged on his length, but you didn’t let up as you pulled back and then forward again. Marc’s grip on your scalp tightened as you repeated the action several times. Every time you lunged forward, you felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and it burned so good. You knew he was enjoying it too from the string of groans and curses he let out.
Needing a breath, you pulled back and let go of his cock. A string of spit connected the two of you as you inhaled deeply and looked up at Marc with glossy eyes. The two of you stayed still for several moments, completely lost in each other’s gaze.
When he whispered your name, you leaned forward again and wrapped your lips around his cock once more. He hissed as you swirled your tongue around him and poked at the prominent veins along his shaft. After you teased him, you swallowed his entire length again and devoured him like a popsicle on a hot summer day.
“Fuuuuck,” Marc growled loudly as he felt the familiar heat build up from deep within him.
You hummed into his body as you picked up your pace, determined to make him explode in your mouth.
It didn’t take long for you to get what you wanted, and after a few more pumps of his cock, Marc came hard into your mouth with a loud scream. He tugged at your scalp as his seed spilled into your mouth, and you sucked greedily for every last drop. Marc’s mind swam as he lost himself in the bliss that was your skilled tongue and warm mouth.
But even as he rode out his orgasm on your face, you didn’t stop. You kept going as you continued to suck and lick at his now overstimulated length. His entire body trembled as he felt like he could float out of his chair if it weren’t for your tight grip on his thighs. His eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned back.
“Baby… Shit…” he groaned through gritted teeth as he buried his hands in your scalp.
You hummed around Marc’s cock, which only added to the rush of emotions he felt. He felt both hot and cold at the same time, like he would burst into a million pieces and melt into a puddle. He wanted to scream and cry and moan all at once. Never before had Marc felt anything like this, never before had he been so overstimulated. And he never wanted you to stop.
Lucky for him, stopping was not in your agenda; unless Marc were to pull you off of him, you were determined to keep going. Usually, it was Marc who took charge and took care of you. Today though, you wanted to make him forget anything except for your mouth and your name. It was a rush to have such a strong and tough man in the palm of your hand, and you loved how he instantly melted for you. You knew not to take his surrender for granted, and you were grateful he allowed you to pleasure him like this.
You hallowed out your cheeks and sucked hard as you bobbed your head up and down. Already, Marc’s cock hardened again as if he never came in the first place. Over the sound of your slurps, you heard a string of curses from Marc’s lips and you couldn’t help but smirk around him.
“Need me to stop?” you asked as you released his cock with a loud pop. You kept your lips hovered over the tip and placed light, soft kisses as you gave him a moment to catch his breath.
“Fuck no!” Marc replied in a breathy whisper.
You smirked before you devoured him once more. In one swift movement, you swallowed his entire length until his cock hit the back of your throat, which caused Marc to let out a loud scream unlike anything you’d ever heard from him before. Though you couldn’t see it, tears formed in his eyes from the wave of sensations and emotions that suddenly flooded his mind. Strands of his hairs tickled your nose as you buried your face against his body.
Tears of your own fell from the corners of your eyes, but you kept going. You slowly pulled back as you ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The prominent vein pulsed under your touch until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head before you dove back in quickly, the entire time Marc writhed and groaned at your every move.
“Fuck… Baby…”
Marc had so many other words on the tip of his tongue, but every time you swallowed his length, you unknowingly took all his words as well. He wanted to tell you how amazing you were, how good you made him feel. But all that he could form was a string of slurred curse words mixed with your name.
But that was all you needed to hear.
Soon enough, you picked up your pace once more and you bobbed your head up and down Marc’s cock as you sucked hard. You were done teasing him for now and you wanted nothing more than for him to cum again. Once your nose hit his belly, you hollowed out your cheeks and took him in as deep into your throat as you possibly could. You choked back a gag as you swallowed around Marc’s cock, which caused a shiver up his spine.
“Please baby,” he begged in a strained voice as he cupped your head.
Hearing Marc Spector beg was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world to you, second only to the way he moaned your name when he came.
You hummed around him as you sucked hard and bobbed your head up and down, determined to hear your favorite sound. By the way he cried out and tugged at your scalp, you knew that you wouldn’t have to wait long.
And you were right; it only took a few more thrusts into your mouth for Marc to cum again. With a loud groan and a sharp pull at your scalp, he spilled himself into your mouth while you hummed around his overly sensitive cock.
It wasn’t until Marc yanked you off of him that you finally stopped. You would have gladly kept going as long as he would let you, but you could tell by the glazed over look in his eyes that Marc was spent. Your mouth hung open as a mix of your spit and his seed dripped from your lips. You looked at him with your own glazed over expression as a trail of saliva remained your only connection left to his cock.
The two of you stared at each other in silence for several moments. Only the sounds of your heavy breaths filled the room as you looked deep into the other’s eyes. Marc’s hand stayed on the back of your head as he gently brushed his thumb across your scalp. Your hands stayed on his lap and your lips remained parted as you breathed deeply. Behind both of your eyes burned fire so bright they could melt steel.
And both of you knew what that look meant.
Without a word, Marc let out a growl as he launched himself forward and pounced on you. You knew it was coming, but you still let out a gasp as you suddenly found yourself on your back with his body over yours. He quickly swallowed any other sound you were about to take as he captured your lips with his. Marc groaned as he tasted himself on your tongue, but it only fueled him more.
As his tongue tangled with yours, Marc quickly tugged at your clothing in a desperate need to undress you. And just as he surrendered to you, you surrendered to him and allowed him full access to your body. Just as much as he trusted you, you trusted him, and the fire raged within you as you suddenly found yourself completely bare for him.
“Marc…”
“Fuck you’re so beautiful,” he groaned as he wasted no time and dove ino between your legs.
You let out a loud scream when Marc’s mouth covered your pussy and your hands immediately went into his hair. He didn’t have the patience to tease you today and right away he licked at your clit and sucked hard as he devoured you like you were his last meal.
After being so focused on Marc and his pleasure, you didn’t even realize how wet and turned on you were and in no time, you felt the familiar tingle of your approaching climax. Marc knew exactly which spots drove you wild and where and how hard to flick his tongue against your pussy to make you scream his name. He was just as familiar with your body as you were with his.
“Oh fuck… Fuck, Marc!” you cried out as your body felt like it was on fire for real.
He groaned against your body as he ran his tongue up and down your folds while he pushed two of his thick fingers inside you with little resistance. And it was that added pressure of him filling you up that pushed you over the edge. The moment his fingers were completely buried inside you, you came hard with a loud scream as you pulled his soft hair. Your entire body trembled as your legs shook on either side of his head as your mind swam in the pleasure he gifted you.
But just as you didn’t stop at just one orgasm, neither did Marc.
Your screams turned more into whimpers as Marc kept licking at you with his tongue while he started to pump his fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. In a lull of your moans, he heard the deliciously wet sounds of your pussy, and it only made him hungry for more. Every time his fingers filled you, your moans grew louder and louder, and he knew he was close to that perfect spot deep inside you that never failed to make you gush: something Marc was exceptionally proud of.
“Marc… Marc… Fuck… Ahhh,” you moaned as you felt as if you would float away if he let go of you.
He would never let go of you, though, and he would hold you tight and keep you close forever as long as you would have him. Marc hummed against your body as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard while he thrust his fingers into you harder. The cry you let out sent a jolt through his own body as he knew he hit his target.
“More baby,” he groaned, “Give me more, gorgeous.”
“Oh my g…” you couldn’t even form a full thought as you saw stars from the way he licked at your clit and fucked you with his fingers.
“That’s it baby, just let go,” Marc moaned around you as he picked up his pace.
With every thrust of his fingers, you were closer and closer to your second climax. And from the way he hit your g-spot every single time, you both knew you weren’t going to last much longer. With a swirl of his tongue around your clit, and the way his thick fingers hit just right, it only took a few more pumps before you came hard again.
You threw your head back as your body shook even harder than before and you screamed so hard that you hoped the neighbors wouldn’t hear. You bucked your hips up as you grinded against Marc’s face as you felt yourself gush against him as tears filled your eyes.
It wasn’t until you tapped him twice that Marc finally broke away from you. Immediately, you flopped down completely limp on the floor, your arms and legs spread out at your sides as your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths. Marc stayed hovered over you as he watched you come down from your intense back to back climaxes. His chin and lips glistened with your juices; something he always wore proudly until he licked it off. His own arms trembled as he fought to stay up, but it was a losing battle.
Marc soon dropped down into the floor on top of you with a dramatic sigh. You let out a surprised grunt as you suddenly felt his entire weight on top of you, but you quickly recovered and wrapped your arms and legs round him as you chuckled softly.
“Shit baby,” he whispered, “That was…”
“Incredible,” you finished his thought.
“Fuck yeah,” he agreed with a soft laugh of his own, “And so fucking hot.”
You loved the sound of Marc’s laugh. And you savored it for a moment as you placed a feather-light kiss on his temple, “I should force you to take breaks more often, Marc.”
Marc gave you a squeeze as he stifled another laugh, “Yeah, I think maybe you should.”
I love that he was so sweet on her and wanted to wait and I think even if she wouldn’t have fainted he would have held back bc he’s so good! Loved it❤️
