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apotheosis // marc spector x reader

summary: Harrow’s efforts are thwarted when an unsuspecting hero takes control.

pairing: Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, violence, spoilers for episode 6.

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He hated when the moon slipped its ugly crescent between the curtains.

It made him feel as though death followed him everywhere; that he was indeed a killer when it was the last thing he ever wanted to think about.

And the sheets felt like they were suffocating him because of it.

Gripping, grabbing, grappling with what they could to choke the life from him and the memories of the evening not some three hours before begging to be heard and voiced—but they fell to deaf ears. How could he just lay there? Still… silent in the darkness of a desolate apartment in Chicago, comforted by the wounds of survival and the promise of another day.

His tired eyes hated that moon.

It’s silver sliver breaking the pane of glass into two—one for each of him that he knew; building up the reflection casting to the floor, to the bed’s edge, and to the white sheets stained with his sweat. Eventually the moon met him. Shining on his bare arms and cascading across this chest as he laid motionless, empty.

Marc Spector was a man of many things, but not known to kindness.

The emptiness inside of him fulfilled by nothing sans a void of darkness that broke open for Konshu, allowing for his deeds to be done from the bloody hands of one who claims to be broken, lost, and hopeless yet was chosen by a God. He’d never truly understand, Marc, how Konshu chose his victims.

And by victims he meant avatar’s, not the people finding judgement at Marc’s fists.

The task bestowed upon him became a mask. An opportunity to hide the man he truly is for one who isn’t scared of himself, of his past, or the memories that plagued him in the deepest hours of the night where the moon crept into his most sacred of spaces.

At some point, Marc’s mind had decided the reminder was enough.

The bed frame creaked—shifting under Marc’s weight and releasing to its supports and reverberating into the wood below. His bare feet wavered the nearly-warped floor, hastily making way to the curtains and feeling the textured fabric between his finger tips as he grasped each edge.

Rough. The texture was rough, like sand. Not kind, or forgiving, or pleasant. The moon stared at him closer through the glass; the curtains open for him to stand in between and holding them tightly, Marc closed his eyes.

‘One night. One night.’ He thought to himself. ‘Just let me have this one night.’ Throwing the curtains closed, the moon disappeared.

The light in the room was gone. He was no longer basking in its white light—but standing in the silent night to peace. He needn’t escape to protection when the world was silent.

“Marc?”

The world was never truly silent, however.

“When did you get in?”

The bed was so far away in that moment. As though a camera was pulling far from its subject, Marc felt the calls going unanswered—but not listening to his mind to speak.

“Marc?”

The voice was tired at first. The kind where a deep sleep is disrupted suddenly and there is nothing but words that come tumbling out for the sake of a better alternative. And then it grew more concerned. He could hear it. Growing in confidence and volume, the second time was the most alert of the calls.

“…Marc?” The third was uncertain. Was it him? Was it your eyes playing tricks on you or did you judge the man terribly upon your first meeting years ago. 20/20 never did anyone good.

It was hindsight, after all.

There was no call of his name the fourth time. Just the distinct sound of a lamp switching on and a golden glow emitting from beside the right side of the bed.

Marc’s feet were frozen to the ground—in some kind of way.

For one night, Konshu was not whispering in his ear. How did he know? The moment the moon went away and his silent pleas had been manifested, a disgruntled voice called out:

‘Fine.’ One night. Not a commitment to be dealt with pain; a sweet symphony of peace had washed over him and Marc Spector—alien to that feeling—was not sure what to do.

“Marc, what’s wrong?”

The ex-mercenary shook his head, unable to form words to describe the feeling. A weight lifted from his shoulder; pulling him to the surface for air while it’s impending return hangs tightly on his leg, but a brief moment of reprieve is enough.

“I just…” Marc trailed off, remaining stuck in a realm of uncertainty. Something was itching, scratching beyond Konshu’s presence and asking to be said.

The quietness took over and his mind repeated one name: Layla; all reiterated with a guilty conscious.

In the still of the night, a golden lamplight illuminating the room, Marc saw your tired face. The last few years had been hectic—his own travels, Konshu, and what set it all off, half of the world gone—you included. That’s where he found Layla and when things returned to a relative normal, he found himself unable to admit the double life he had been living—both physically and in some terms, mentally, but he thought he had everything under control.

Until he had returned from Konshu’s bidding that evening. You believed his lies. That he had taken up odd jobs for old military buddies that lived in the area and it was not always guaranteed to be a classic 9 to 5.

Some days, Marc would see the way you looked at him and think you had figured it out—that he was with someone else and not the man you had known. However, you never said anything. You always gave a smile and when he asked “what?” You’d respond “nothing, just looking at you.”

It broke his heart to know how devoted you were.

With that same unwavering stare, you held your hand out to him from the bed.

“Come back?” You never demanded. How could he refuse?

Marc’s bare feet padded against the wooden floor—still creaking with every step but eventually his knees hit the mattress; taking your hand in his, you helped him settle in bed before switching off the light once more.

“Thank you.” Marc whispered as time slowly ticked past. His lips ghosted your forehead as you laid with your head on his shoulder.

“For what?” You responded so quietly he thought you had already returned to sleep.

“For understanding.” He needed the quiet to decide. He never got to decide for himself.

You didn’t know exactly what he meant.

But when you woke up the next morning, he was gone.

The next time you saw him was his mothers shiva and then he had left for good. The news was the one thing that brought you back.

As Arthur Harrow descended deeper into the pyramid, the hotter it became.

You had never been to Egypt before; it’s sights not unfamiliar but the land itself was. Seeing things, like a ancient structure cracked open by the purple light emanating from the man’s staff, questioned what you knew.

The world had nearly gone crazy from the time you were a kid until now. Everything was woven with mythology or other-worldly beings and it was hard to believe—until you saw it.

You stood amongst his followers with your hands bound. Feeling like a piece of meat for sacrifice, the nerves of what Harrow wanted were building. How did he know of you? You thought you acquainted what was an “average person” but here, beside the great structures of the past, Harrow had deemed you important to be there.

A part of you already knew it had something to do with Marc, you just hadn’t seen him yet.

After the purple glow had faded, the stones were parted enough to pass and a rough hand shoved your shoulder.

“Move.” You didn’t know his name. He was a henchmen of Harrow who sold his life away for the purpose of what? You could barely comprehend what was happening in front of you that, understanding their purpose was another pill that wouldn’t be easy to swallow.

“Come on.” He shoved again when your feet didn’t move.

The glaring sun met your eyes as you turned and looked over your shoulder at him. His face made you believe he was born angry. A heavy brow, critical eyes, and hands ready to be balled into fists. Men like him were convinced that their purpose was to save when it was really to kill.

“I said MOVE!” He shouted in your face, ready to pounce when a hand came in between your body and his, sticking out in protection, blocking you from his wrath.

“I got it from here. Go on.” The voice was feminine, stern and demanding. The man looked at her uncertain but said nothing as he huffed away, following after Harrow and the others.

The woman who intervened had a cloth covering her face, her hood over her hair. Her eyes were curious, yet filled with a frenzy that the others didn’t have. She waited until all others past before following with you, her hand on your elbow.

“Not going to yell at me to walk faster?” You didn’t know what made you speak out. The halls were suffocating, dark but growing hot; the heat from the sun beating down on the structure and making beads form on your hairline. The woman shook her head, the curls on her forehead bouncing with every step.

“No, just keep quiet.” She wasn’t angry; that was different from the rest of them.

“You have a name at least?”

The person walking in front of you turned, shushing you before continuing on with the convoy. The woman gripped your arm a little tighter, pulling her face closer to yours and whispering:

“Why does Harrow have you?”

“What?” You mumbled back with a furrowed brow. Her question was beyond what you believed she would ask. None of these people cared, why should she?

“Who are you to him? A sacrifice?”

“No!” You shook your head, fearing that your thoughts and her words could come true as everyone slowly descended further into darkness. “He just…” You trailed off, not sure if she would believe Harrow knocked you out and the next thing you knew you were in Egypt. “I was just looking for someone and he got to me before I could.”

The woman’s eyes behind her mask narrowed, confused, in a sense.

“He was on the news. Some security guard at a museum leaked a video of him acting strange and it went viral… I didn’t know where he was.”

“Marc?”

“You know him?”

She nodded her head before looking away to the group in front of the both of you. Everyone had stopped walking as Harrow lifted his staff and the purple glow emitted from it again. It rumbled the rocks before you, shooting cracks through them until they broke apart and the inside of the pyramid, the chamber, was revealed.

The woman pushed you to follow beside her as the group descended the steps and into the chamber–defenders already assembling in their forms to protect the structure they served, but you did not know that.

As Harrow prepared to engage in a fight, the woman turned to you in a rushed panic.

“You want to help Marc? Then come with me.”

She ran as fast as she could to the hall that broke away from the chamber on the left. You needn’t look back at Arthur Harrow killing innocent people to know that you needed to follow her.

She walked fast.

Her feet taking her speeding through the halls as fast as she could and in her consciousness, her head continued to look back for both the reality that Harrow’s followers would soon indeed follow, and that you were with her.

You made her curious. A single prisoner bound to Harrow’s crew without a reason and someone who knew her Marc.

Her mind could only think of a number of scenarios that would bring you here—not wanting to believe the one that came to mind first.

But that would have to wait. The wall of Gods cast in stone was quickly approaching. The woman pulled her mask down, turning to you once more.

“I don’t know how you know Marc, but this is the only way we can help him. Khonshu has been cast away and we have to set him free. What ever you do, do not let him choose you as his avatar.”

“His what!?”

“Marc will die if not for Khonshu, don’t limit those chances.”

“He’s dying!?” Your eyes went wide, not able to understand her completely. Egyptian Gods, avatars… the only avatar you knew of was Aang, and he was a cartoon.

“Just…” she huffed, frustrated. “Follow my lead. Don’t say anything.”

That you could do.

She turned and scaled the wall with her eyes for this so-called ‘Khonshu.’ A God, supposedly. Nothing should surprise you, however. You were blipped away by the snap of one man’s fingers and stranger things have happened in the world. But because it had to do with Marc, it’s surprised you. It put you near the center and you hated it.

The woman stopped when she found the statue and grasped it tightly.

“Remember, don’t let him choose you.”

“I remember.” You told her.

She walked further to a gap in the wall between a pillar and the end of it. Placing the statue on the ground, she stepped on it, crushing it to pieces as smoke began to fill the area around her. Suddenly, a massive being with the structure of a bird made solely out of bones appeared before the both of you.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world.” The tone was deep and unsettling. You meekly shrunk behind the woman as the God spoke. Without eyes to see, it looked at her and in extension, you.

“He died fighting, no doubt.”

“Marc’sdead.” You whispered beside her in disbelief.

“Fighting your war.” The woman responded in anger, ignoring you.

“And it’s far from over. If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an avatar. Would you, Layla El-Faouly, protect the travelers of the night…”

The God did not finish. The woman, Layla, spat at him.

“Are you joking!? You turned Marc’s life into a waking nightmare. Why would I ever sign up for that?”

Khonshu was unimpressed. So it played dirty, as many Gods did.

“Then what of you, Y/n L/n, will you protect the travelers of the night as Marc did? It is far more fitting for the woman he trusted most to follow him in service.”

Layla was hurt.

But you knew the response.

You knew there was only one answer. Layla told you so, she knew what she was doing. The answer was no.

“Even if Marc is dead,” your voice felt more powerful than you thought—it wavered with sadness, however. “No tragedy could convince me this is what he would have wanted.”

“You won’t win against Harrow and Ammit alone.”

“We’ll take our chances.” Layla told him, defying the bird’s expectations.

“Marc was in crisis over you both… is lack of focus got him killed. You need a plan, little bugs… what I offer…”

“I don’t care what you can offer! Neither of us do!” Layla responded again. “Marc didn’t trust you. I don’t trust you. She doesn’t trust you. We’ll work together without either of us enslaving ourselves to you.”

The God needed no convincing. Layla was not giving her or your body to Khonshu to do his bidding, those hands belonged to someone else.

“We must rebind Ammit.”

“How?” You asked from behind her and making your stance in the situation heard. If Harrow brought you for a purpose, then you would pave that path.

“Only an avatar can do it.” Of course.

“I said no.” Layla reaffirmed and in an instant Khonshu was gone. He wasn’t going to win here, and certainly not by going back and forth with two women who did not want to be an avatar of him.

“Where did he go?” You asked, looking over your shoulder as if he would reappear again.

“To Harrow. Come on,” she set off once more. “They’ll know we did this.”

“Where are we supposed to go? It’s a pyramid!”

“There are a million paths. But we need to get out of here.”

“Wait!” You called after her, trying to catch her arm as she tried to avoid a silence. “Wait, Layla, please!” You cried out.

“We don’t have time to sit around and chat, alright?” Layla called out behind her.

“I don’t need a chat… how do you know Marc?” You asked her, keeping up with her speed and following in step beside her. She laughed and you furrowed your brows.

“I’m his wife.”

Wife.

Layla was Marc’s wife.

YourMarc.

Has a wife.

“I assume you didn’t know.” She said after the fact.

“Of course not.”

“Well I didn’t know he had a… girlfriend either.”

You were the girlfriend… you could have cried.

“I didn’t know he had a wife.”

Layla stopped her movements and you stuttered to a halt. She looked at you, truly, for the first time in that moment.

How different you and her were.

The faces, the hair, the eyes, nose, and lips. From the few minutes she had in your presence she knew you were nothing like her, but that didn’t make you a bad person.

It’s not your fault Marc has his secrets.

“How did you meet him?” She asked, her chest rising and falling quickly as she caught her breath.

“We grew up together. Went to the same school.”

She nodded her head, beginning to feel as though she was the ‘other woman’ yet she was the one he swore fidelity to.

“Do you live in London with him?” That made it seem like there could be more.

“No… I live in Chicago… I work there too.”

“And where were you six years ago?”

“I wasn’t…” you shook your head, trying to ease her pain as yours grew too. It was complicated, beyond means. And somehow, you were both choosing to understand rather than hate. “I wasn’t.”

“Oh.” She understood—that snap.

“I don’t know what’s going on, really. I just went looking for him because he disappeared two months ago and I’m scared for him.”

“Do you know about Steven?”

The difference between Layla and you was that she didn’t know about his DID. He had confided in you, found solace in it, but never let you see it. For a long while, Marc could control it well. He knew himself and the situations he put himself into but his mothers Shiva was too much and they began to merge—his alters.

There was nothing wrong with that, of course, but Marc wasn’t willing to risk the thought of his alters hating you or being something you disliked about him.

It was self preservation.

It was protection.

And you understood it.

“To an extent.” You replied and she nodded her head.

“We’re, um,” she cleared her throat. “Separated… Marc has demons he needed to deal with and we just never got around to signing the papers.”

“Oh.” Was all you could say now.

“It’s not our fault, hisdecisions. Marc’s a good guy and I’ll do what I can, as I know you will too, but it’s dangerous out there. Harrow is… a killer. A born one and there is no mercy from him nor Ammit. I need you to know that.”

“I could gather that.”

Above you, the ceilings shook with a fury and sand came filtering out of its cracks.

“There are good Gods. If it comes to it, go back to that hall—where those statues are, and find the one with the crescent headdress. They imprisoned him for a reason, but he’s good. If the Gods need avatars, we need good ones.”

“Me? An avatar of a God?” You laughed, not willing to accept her logic. “I am just a regular person, Layla… my life is not meant to be bound to a God.

“If we are chosen to lead, then we do.”

“But I am not meant to! I have a life! I have people who depend on me everyday—“

“—then you know exactly what it’s like to be called to lead. If not for yourself, then do it for Marc. Harrow brought you here to pawn you. Take that and make it his end, for Marc.”

In the heated halls of the great pyramid, Layla stared at you with pleading eyes. She loved Marc even though they were not on the best terms, she forgave you without blame because the one who brought you together was faulted. She needed you to be a hero—a trait you must have experience before but never self-admitted it because pride is often vain.

You needed to be a hero.

For Layla and Marc.

“Fine.” You agreed. “I’ll do it.”

It did not take long for Layla to send you back.

In the chamber of the Gods, the avatars of those still lingering to life laid nearly still. A man tried to crawl to safety and as Layla helped him, he detailed the ways to defeat Ammit but again, avatars were the only answer.

“What do we do?” You asked her, the man falling to the floor dead and you tried not look at him.

“We need more avatars.” She looked to the ceiling as though she was looking to the heavens. “Go to the wall but don’t go into the chamber. If Harrow sees you, there is no telling what he’d do.”

You nodded your head, but your feet stayed planted. She sensed the fear, she could see it in your eyes.

“Go…” she whispered, grasping your arm. “For Marc, right?”

The thought of Marc watching from whatever land laid beyond made you want to crumble and cry but you knew there was only one way. If Layla was going to do the same, you had to too.

So you sprinted off down the hall and moved as quickly as you could behind the pillars and crumbling stone.

Not a minute into your trek, Layla’s name screeched through the hair in a high pitched tone. It had to have been heard by Harrow because immediately, the entire structure began to shake. The walls getting thinner, the pyramid collapsing within itself.

“Keep going…” you mumbled to yourself. “Keep going.”

A stone fell from the ceiling as you turned a tight corner, halting your movement with the fright that you’d be crushed. But you kept going.

Within seconds, you could see the amber glow of the candles where the journey began. Each statue shaking from the pyramid’s movement, the flames behind them wavering too.

The one with the crescent headdress.

The one with the crescent headdress.

You searched row by row until your trembling fingers came upon a figure in the headdress Layla had told you and held a pen-like object in its hand.

“Please don’t be bad.” You whispered. “Please please please.”

Pulling it from its resting place, you placed it gingerly on the ground.

“And don’t be fucking scary.”

You stepped on it and the statue crumbled to pieces, emitting a green and yellow glow along the fog.

Like Khonshu had, a figure with the head of an Ibis, rose tall before you.

“To whom do I owe my gratitude for setting me free?”

The voice was masculine, deep. The head turned and looked down at you with eyes blinking green.

“A woman.”

“Y-yes.” You stuttered, beyond your element in that moment. “Yes. I am Y/n, the one who… released you.”

“It has been many years since I’ve seen these walls.” The God felt the crumbling stone with delicate finger tips. The talons scraping the walls with a deafening scrawl. “Do you know who I am?”

“Would it be wrong to admit no?” You felt silly talking to a God. Who were you to do so?

“No, no it would not.” Like a wind, the creature moved from the small space it had been given and around to the entryway of the small hall. “A wise decision for a mortal to make.”

It circled you like prey.

“I am Thoth, God of wisdom, magic, and judgement. And what hath your judgement be?”

“I do not wish to be judged.”

“Do you need wisdom?”

“No.” You rolled your shoulders back as the crumbling stopped around you. “But I am something you need.”

“And I need you for what?”

“An avatar.”

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She woke up when she heard the front door close and looked at the clock on her on her nightstand and frowned. It was already quite late and it was unusual that he had left at all. Y/N got out of bed and pulled her robe tightly around her body as she walked through the apartment. She froze for a moment when she saw Marc with a glass of whiskey. “Marc? Steven? What happened?” she asked worriedly when she saw that his clothes and face were covered in blood. Y/N knelt down in front of him and saw that he had no wounds and breathed, relieved. “Were you attacked?” She reached for his cheek, but he caught her wrist.
“It’s all right; go to sleep,” he ordered, and Y/N recoiled when she heard the Spanish accent and saw another expression in his eyes. This wasn’t Marc and it wasn’t Steven, she realized. He sighed as he realized she knew he was neither Marc nor Steven. Quickly, before she could make a move, he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall with his hand around her throat. She gasped and scratched at his wrist, but it was to no avail.

 "Who are you?“ she asked softly.

"I’m Jake Lockley,” he said, and she continued to fight him. “Stop fighting or I will kill you.”
Y/N was clear he wasn’t bluffing and tried to breathe as much as possible. “If you do that, Marc and Steven would notice right away if I disappeared.”
“Why would they? Maybe you just don’t feel like them anymore,” he said through his teeth.
“They know I’d stay with them in any situation,” she said quietly, feeling a little light-headed from the lack of air. Jake let her go and she slumped as she reached for her throat and gasped. He paced back and forth in front of her as he ran his fingers through his hair. Suddenly he stopped and pulled her off the floor and behind him toward the bedroom; Y/N tried to resist his grip, but nothing worked. He threw her roughly onto the bed and she crawled back, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to him. Jake sat on the bed between her thighs so she couldn’t close them and opened her robe. She tried to get him to stop as he ran his hands over her body, but he grabbed her wrists and leaned over her as her hands lay next to her head.
“Let me go, you son of a bitch!” she yelled angrily, but she wasn’t just angry, she was scared, since she couldn’t judge what he was capable of.
“You think you’re in a position to order me around?” he asked rhetorically. He took both of her wrists in one hand and ran them down her body to her panties. His hand began to rub her through her panties before he pulled her panties to the side and, without hesitation, two fingers into her pussy. She arched her back at the intrusion. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked her as he began to finger her.
“No,” she said, closing her eyes as she tried not to moan.
“We both know you enjoy being treated like this,” he said as he curled his fingers inside her and began rubbing her clit.
“S-stop,” she said as she felt her orgasm building inside her. Suddenly he did and she whimpered softly as he pulled his fingers out of her. Y/N bit her lip and cursed herself for being so aroused. She gasped as her panties ripped off her body and looked up a few seconds later when she heard him undo his belt; his shirt was already off. He laid on top of her after sliding his pants down and sucked on the skin of her cleavage. Y/N gasped when she suddenly felt the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. She started to try to wiggle away from him again, but Jake grabbed her waist and held her still.
“Look at me,” he commanded, grabbing her chin with his other hand to make her look at him. He looked into her eyes as he thrust his cock into her. Jake wrapped his hand around her throat as he began to fuck her quickly. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, but whimpered with each of his thrusts. “I know you like it, so stop hiding your moans.”
He squeezed her throat a little tighter as he continued to thrust into her, making her gasp; his pressure eased again as she began to moan with each thrust. Jake let go of her waist and let his hand travel down to her pussy before he began to rub her clit quickly as he thrust deep inside her again and again. With his hand wrapped around her throat earlier, he pulled down her bra and began sucking on her nipple. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts and Y/N began to feel her climax building reluctantly inside her.
“You should have been a good girl and slept,” he said against her ear as he continued to fuck her. He moaned as he felt her begin to get tighter around him. Jake sat up on his knees and thrust into her as deep as he could. She arched her back as he pushed against her G-spot and cum suddenly. He thrust his cock deep into her pussy one last time before filling her with his hot cum. Jake finally slid out of her and rolled off her down to the other side of the bed.
“Next time, stay out of affairs that don’t concern you.” He turned his back to her without another word.
When she awoke the next morning, her whole body ached and it took her several minutes to realize what had happened. Y/N saw someone sitting next to her and recognized from his expression that it was Marc.
“Baby, what happened?” he asked worriedly, unable to explain what had happened.
Steven took control and his eyes moved to her neck and wrists. “Why do you have bruises all over,” he asked; she looked to him.
“J-Jake,” she said softly.

Masterlisthere!

Warning:Threesome, Vaginal/anal sex, Mafia Tom Hiddleston and Oscar Isaac.

Y/N was furious when she entered the property and shook her head. How could Tom do this? He had just threatened a man just for looking at her. He may have been a mob boss, but it didn’t give him the right to run everything in her life just because she was with him. She stormed into his office, where she assumed he would be. “Tom, I need to talk to you-” she said before stopping when she saw Tom and one of his business partners, Oscar Isaac, sitting at the table.
“I…um…I’m sorry, I’m going to go-” she said, turning to leave.
“Stop,” Tom said firmly, making her freeze. “Turn around.” -She did as he commanded, keeping her gaze on the ground-“Look at me.”-She took a deep breath and did as he asked, looking into his blue eyes-“It’s pretty rude to just barge into such an important conversation.”
“I’m sorry, Tom, I didn’t know anyone else would be here as well,” she apologized.
Tom raised his eyebrow. “I think you should apologize much more to Mister Isaac,” he said, stroking his chin.
“I’m sorry for the interruption, Mister Isaac,” she said softly, looking down at her hands.

“That’s not an appropriate apology, Y/N, get on your knees,” Tom ordered and she did, hesitantly, as he asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said to Oscar. He leaned forward and lifted her chin.
“Aren’t you beautiful?” he said. He ran his finger over her cheek, making her tremble a little. It wasn’t from fear, but because she was beginning to get aroused against her will. Oscar leaned back again and smiled before looking to Tom.
“Do you think that’s enough of an excuse?” Tom asked him, raising his eyebrows.
“Well she looks really good on her knees, I think we should take advantage of that for a while,” Oscar replied with a mischievous grin. She looked up at Oscar with wide eyes, who looked at her. “Open my pants.”
She swallowed and looked at Tom. “Do what he wants,” he ordered her with a smile. Y/N bit her lip as she undid his belt, as well as his pants. She looked questioningly at Tom again and he nodded. She took a deep breath before reaching into his pants and pulling out his cock. Y/N bent down and began licking over the tip, looking up at Oscar as she took more of him into her mouth.
“God, she’s wonderful” Oscar moaned as she began to move her head up and down. He stroked her hair and began thrusting into her mouth. She took as much as she could into her mouth and stroked the rest with her hand.
“What do you think about us continuing in the bedroom?” asked Tom to him. Oscar stopped and pulled her off his cock; Y/N saw him smile before she looked to Tom who stood up and pulled her up. He kissed her neck before taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. Oscar followed them after tucking himself back into his pants, but didn’t close them. She watched Oscar close the bedroom door and looked back and forth between the two men. Oscar took off his jacket and tossed it on the dresser before placing his gun on top. Tom stood behind her and ran his finger down her spine. “Kiss him.”
She took a deep breath as she walked over to Oscar and placed her hands on his chest to kiss him. She gently moved her lips with his until he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Y/N moaned as she felt his erection; Tom stepped behind her again, making her moan again as he pressed against her. He ran his hands up her body to her breasts and massaged them through her dress. She whimpered against Oscar’s lips and Tom reached for her dress before pulling it over her head. Oscar’s hand traveled to the clasp of her bra before he pulled it off her body. His lips traveled down to her nipple and began sucking it while rolling the other between his fingers. Tom kissed her neck and let his hand move down to her panties and underneath as he stroked her wet pussy with two fingers. She moaned loudly and threw her head back on his shoulders. With his thumb, Tom began to rub her clit as he continued to push his fingers inside her. But suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper.
“Take off your panties and lie down on the bed,” Tom ordered. She did as he commanded and lay down in the middle of the bed and watched as he also put his jacket and gun on the dresser. “Spread your leg, show our guest everything.”
She spread her legs as he commanded and watched as the two dangerous men opened their shirts and took off the rest of their clothes as well. They crawled onto the bed and each lay on one side next to her. They both began kissing her neck as their hands roamed over her body. Oscar ran his fingers over her pussy, stroking it gently. Y/N moaned as he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Show Oscar how well you can take a cock,” Tom said against her ear and she moaned loudly again. She turned her head to Oscar and kissed him, this time more passionately. He pulled his fingers out of her and pulled her on top of him as he sat up and put his hand on the middle of her back. He reached for his cock and guided it to her entrance as he teased her with the tip.
“Please, Oscar!” she begged, and he thrust perfectly deep inside her in one swift thrust. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her quickly. Y/N threw her head back and felt Tom get behind her. Oscar leaned back and pulled her with him. She looked over her shoulder and saw Tom rubbing lube on his cock. He pushed the tip slowly into her.
“Oh God!” she moaned loudly, arching her back. The feeling was overwhelming as she felt fuller than she had ever felt before. Oscar continued to thrust into her pussy and Tom let his hand move to her clit to make her relax before he began thrusting into her. Both men thrust in and out of her in sync; they kept pulling almost completely out of her and she whimpered and gripped the pillow next to Oscar’s head tightly as he kissed her neck. They both thrust back into her and she could already feel a climax building quickly inside her as she almost came even from the sensation alone of feeling both of them inside her. They repeated it over and over, moaning her name as they fucked her. Y/N began to get tighter around her, making it almost impossible to continue thrusting into her.
“Oh God…I’m cumming,” she said with a moan, closing her eyes tightly as she came. Both men thrust deep inside her one last time, filling her with their hot cum. She collapsed on Oscar’s chest and the three of them breathed heavily. Finally their cocks slid out of her and Tom rolled onto his side of the bed while Y/N lay between them. After a while Oscar got up from the bed and started to get dressed.
“Where are you going?” she asked him quietly and he looked at her with a smile.
“I have some business to take care of,” he explained, tucking his gun back into the back of his waistband before putting on his jacket. “But I’ll be happy to do it again sometime.”
Tom looked to Y/N and smiled before looking to Oscar. “We will,” he said, and Oscar nodded before leaving.
“What was that about?” she asked Tom as she looked at him.
“About what?” he asked, propping himself up on his arm.
“You threaten every man who just looks at me and then you share me with Oscar?” asked Y/N. He smiled and ran his finger over her arm.
“I saw you looking at Oscar,” he said and she looked away blushing, but he put a finger under her chin to make her look at him again. “Don’t be ashamed, besides I trust Oscar more than most and I wanted to fulfill your fantasy.”
She leaned in and kissed him softly as she smiled. “Thank you, I love you,” she said against his lips.

Warning:Smut

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What do you want to eat when you get home? wrote Y/N Oscar. It wasn’t long before he texted her back: Surprise me, darling.
She smiled and looked at the clock, it wasn’t long before he would finish his shooting for today. Suddenly an idea came to her what was just right for him to eat. She got up from the sofa and went to her bedroom. Once there, she opened the drawer of her dresser and pulled out her lacy underwear. She put the underwear on before putting a dress over it. Y/N went back to the kitchen and started cooking.
Half an hour later, she heard the engine of his car pulling into the driveway. She quickly took off her dress and placed it on one of the stools at the kitchen island before continuing to cook.
A few seconds later, the front door opened and Oscar called out, “Honey? I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen!” she exclaimed, smiling a little.
Y/N heard his footsteps as he ran to the kitchen. “It smells delicious here-” he started but broke off when he saw her. “And the sight here is more than a delight, too.”
She bit her lip and looked over her shoulder at him; he was leaning his arm against the doorframe and his jaw was tense. “Well I didn’t want tomato sauce on my dress,” she said, pointing at the dress.
“No…we don’t want that,” he says, letting his eyes roam over her body; Y/N did the same and her gaze stopped at his hard erection pressing against the fabric of his pants.
She looked at him through her lashes. “You seem to have had a pretty rough day. Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be done eating soon anyway, and you must be starving.”
She turned back to the stove, but suddenly an arm wrapped around her waist and she moaned as she felt his erection against her butt. “Do you feel how hard my day has been, darling?” he growled in her ear. His hand moved down her body to her panties and slid two fingers inside. She moaned and threw her head against his shoulder as he stroked the crease of her pussy. “You’re a bad girl for standing here in lingerie like you wanted me to fuck you right here.”
“Maybe I really do, Daddy,” she said softly. Oscar spun her around and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his hips; with his free hand he turned off the stove. He sat her down on the kitchen island; his hand moved to her back and he unclasped her bra before pulling it off her body. He began to kiss her and she leaned in to deepen the kiss. Her hands wandered to his shirt and began to unbutton it before she slid it off his shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor. He broke the kiss and began kissing down her body. Oscar took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it while massaging her other breast. Both of his hands reached for the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Oscar lowered himself to his knees and put her legs over his shoulders. He licked over her pucker and Y/N arched her back; with his tongue he began to fuck her and she reached into his hair. His thumb rubbed her clit; she threw her head back on the kitchen island. Oscar switched and was now sucking her clit while he thrust two fingers in and out of her pussy, fucking her quickly. She could already feel her climax building in her body. Her breathing became faster and she started to shake uncontrollably. He noticed it too and met her gaze as he continued to lick her.
“Come for me!” he commanded. She closed her eyes as her orgasm flooded her body and she stiffened and she came all over his face. Her legs slid off his shoulders as he stood back up. He leaned over her and kissed her; Y/N moaned as she tasted herself on his lips and ran her hands over his muscular chest. His arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her again. He carried her up the stairs to her bedroom; closing the door with his foot before laying Y/N on the bed. She leaned on her forearms against the bed and watched him undo his belt and slide his pants down. She bit her lip and spread her legs as Oscar crawled onto the bed towards her. He wrapped her legs around his hips and leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into the kiss as she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance. He merely pushed the tip inside her and teased her.
“Please, Oscar!” she begged, lifting her hips, but he stopped her by holding her sides.
“What do you want, little girl?” he asked, smiling mischievously.
“Please, fuck me, Daddy-” He thrust into her in one quick thrust and waited as he got her used to his cock. Finally, after a few seconds, she lifted her hips and he began to pull out of her almost completely before thrusting back into her hard. Oscar took her hands in his and placed them next to her head as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts. “Oh God!”
“You’re so tight around my cock every time, darling,” he moaned. Oscar took both of her hands in one to let his other hand wander down and rub her clit quickly. “I can feel you getting tighter and tighter; it’s almost impossible to thrust inside you.”
Y/N moaned and arched her back as he sat up and put her legs over his shoulders. Her moans grew louder as he thrust repeatedly against her G-spot and her climax began to build inside her.
“Will you be a good girl and cum one last time for Daddy?” She couldn’t hold back her orgasm any longer and climaxed; Oscar thrust deep into her pussy one last time, filling her with his hot cum. The feeling of his orgasm inside her was so intense that she almost came again. Her legs slipped off his shoulders and he collapsed on top of her; they were both breathing heavily. Gently she stroked his back until his cock slipped out of her and his cum flowed out of her. He rolled off her and got out of bed to go to the bathroom. A few seconds later he returned with a damp washcloth and wiped his cum off her thighs before carelessly dropping the rag on the floor beside him and crawling into bed with her. Oscar pulled the covers over her and pulled her into his arms.
“That was definitely a surprise and very tasty,” he said, leaning over her to kiss her again….

Warning:Marc is the step-uncle of Y/N, smut

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“Y/N, come on down! Marc is here!” her mother called out. Marc was her uncle, or rather step-uncle; her mother married his twin brother Steven two years ago. She liked Steven and he was always nice to her. Of course, she couldn’t deny that both Steven and Marc were also quite attractive. Y/N couldn’t understand why Steven could marry someone like her mother, even after two years she still asked herself that every day. He deserved better and yet she doubted he knew it, he was too kind; that was the difference between Steven and Marc, Marc didn’t care about hurting anyone’s feelings. It was also one of the reasons why he hardly ever came over when her mother was home. However, today was Y/N’s birthday and she wanted him to come to her party and he has never denied her a wish. She finally went downstairs and to the living room. The two brothers were sitting next to each other talking; however, the conversation stopped when she stepped into the living room. Marc turned to her and smiled before standing up.
“There’s the birthday girl,” he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek before whispering in her ear, “That dress looks wonderful on you.”

“Thank you,” she said, returning his smile and biting her lip.
“So who else did you invite?” asked Marc, raising his eyebrows. “Am I going to have to deal with a bunch of teenagers later?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No, I didn’t invite anyone, just you.”
“Then I’m honored.” She bit her lower lip and looked at him through her lashes.
“I hope you remembered my gift, though,” she said; she pressed a finger to his chest “Would you like a drink?”
“I’d love one,” he replies. She turned and walked to the kitchen. Y/N could feel his eyes on her butt, enjoying his gaze on her body.
“Of course I thought of your gift!” he called after her. She looked over her shoulder for a moment before walking into the kitchen and taking out a beer.
“Was it really necessary for you to invite him?” her mother asked as she stepped into the kitchen.
“I like Uncle Marc,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
Y/M/N crossed her arms in front of her chest, “He’s not really your uncle.”
Fortunately, Y/ thought, but did not speak it. Without answering, she returned to the living room and heard her mother walking up the stairs. She stopped when she heard the two men talking.
“That’s my stepdaughter, Marc!” said Steven. Y/N glanced around the corner a bit and saw Marc shrug his shoulders.
“So what? Don’t act like you don’t like fucking her too,” he spoke, not caring who heard them.
“First, keep your voice down,” Steven said, “Second, this is so wrong; I love her mother and I’m happy with her”
“Stop lying to yourself.”
She could see Steven step closer to him and point his finger at his brother. “She’s off limits.”
Without another word he left the room; when she looked up she saw Marc looking in the direction of the kitchen and looked at her and smiled knowingly. He stepped toward her and took the beer from her hand. Marc took a sip before leaning down to her and pressing his lips to hers for a moment. She froze for a moment before kissing him back, but then he broke the kiss and looked at her with a smile.
“I hope you’re ready for your gift,” he said before also leaving the living room.
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It was later in the evening and everyone, except for her mother, decided to watch another movie together. She sat between Marc and Steven on the sofa with a big blanket over them. It was from halfway through the movie when she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked to Marc in confusion, but he was still looking at the TV. His hand moved further up to the waistband of her sweatpants. Y/N looked to Steven, who had fallen asleep when Marc’s hand slipped into her pants. She spread her legs to give him better access and leaned back. Out of the corner of her eye, she could tell he was smiling a little. She bit her lip as his fingers slid over her panties before he pulled them aside and stroked the crease of her pussy; she tried to stifle her moan as he pushed two fingers inside her. Marc leaned down to her and whispered, “You’re so tight, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
Slowly he began to fuck her with his fingers and rub her clit with his thumb. She raised her hips to meet his thrusts. But then he stopped and stood up, the blanket falling off him; she could see his erection pressing against the fabric of his pants. When she looked up at him, his eyes were dark with lust. He pulled her up and kissed her passionately before bending her over the sofa. Marc pulled down her pants and panties; she looked at Steven, who was still asleep, and then at Marc, who had already pulled his cock out of his pants.
“What if he wakes up-” she started to ask him, but didn’t get far as he thrust into her in one hard thrust. To muffle her moans, he quickly put a hand over her mouth.
“Then he gets the show of his life,” he says softly in her ear as he began to fuck her at a fast and hard pace. Marc wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her up so that her back pressed against his chest. He kissed her neck and nibbled on her skin. His other hand began massaging her breast and rolling her nipple through the fabric of her shirt between his fingers. Marc pulled almost completely out of her before thrusting back into her. He repeated it over and over, letting his hand travel down to her clit. Hastily he began to rub it and she felt her climax building inside her.
“Come for me,” he growled in her ear and instantly her body stiffened.
“Marc…” she moaned as she reached her orgasm. He thrust deep into her pussy one last time before filling her with his hot cum. They both breathed heavily as they recovered from their orgasms, not hearing Steven wake up next to them.
“Oh my God, Marc!” he said, sitting up. Marc’s cock slid out of her and his cum flowed over the inside of her thigh. She heard him pull up his pants and close them.
“Don’t act up,” he said, annoyed. Y/N also pulled up her panties and pants as she blushed. “Maybe next time you’ll even get to join in, I think Y/N would enjoy it.”

A/NThe first one-shot for Steven Grant/Marc Spector. More ideas for Marc/Steven and Oscar Isaac are welcome.

“I hope you all enjoyed the tour. If you want, you can buy a souvenir in our museum store,” the museum guide told the group. Y/N was more than happy that the tour was finally over. She had actually been looking forward to the museum, but the tour had been more than boring. Probably it would have been more exciting if she had gone alone. Still, she wanted to get a little souvenir, so she entered the store. She looked at the various souvenirs and stopped at the sweets.
“This has nothing to do with Egypt at all,” she muttered to herself.
“That’s what I said before,” said a male voice behind her and she was a little startled. She spun around and saw a dark-haired man standing behind her, holding a box of stuffed animals. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s all right.” She smiled at him and watched as he placed the box on the counter. “So what would you recommend I take?” -She looked around and then pointed to a poster-“A poster like this, maybe-” -Y/N leaned over to read his name tag- “Steven?”
He laughed softly and shook. “Better not. The Ennead poster isn’t complete; there are only eight gods there instead of the usual ten.”
“A shame,” she sighs playfully, “What would you suggest then?”

“Probably a stuffed animal?” he says, though it sounded more like a question. Steven took one of the stuffed animals out of the box and held it in front of him. “Taweret. Goddess of women and children. Unless you’re looking for something else-”
“I’ll take her,” she interrupted him and smiled; Y/N pulled out her purse. “How much is she?”
“I…um…” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’ll give it to you.”
“You’re really cute, Steven, you know that, right?” she leaned down on the counter.
He looked at her in surprise. “You think I’m cute?”
“Yes, you are.” -Steven smiled shyly- “And definitely the highlight of the whole museum tour, too.”
“Not a fan of the museum?” Steven began to move the stuffed animals to a shelf.
“Yes, I am, very much so, but the museum guide was pretty boring and he said pretty little. So I’m pretty disappointed.”
“Well then, maybe I should show you around.” -He then seemed to suddenly realize what he had just said- “I mean only if you want to, of course-”
“I’d love to,” she said.
“Stevie!” exclaimed Donna suddenly as she entered the museum store.
“It’s Steven,” he corrected quietly, tapping his name tag.
“I’m not paying you to be lazy,” she explained before disappearing.
“Very nice your boss,” Y/N said.
“You have no idea,” he laughed softly.
They both remained silent for several moments before she decided to ask him, “Would you like to grab dinner after work?”
Steven looked up at her and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to,” he finally says hastily when he realized he hadn’t answered yet. “My shift will be over soon. Do you want to wait that long?”
Y/N nodded and smiled at him.
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“So you like working for the museum?” she asked him as they walked through the streets of London.
“To some extent. I’d rather be a museum guide, but Donna doesn’t think I’m qualified enough.”
“I think you’re more qualified than most people, Steven,” she said, finally stopping outside her apartment door. “I really enjoyed being with you today.”
“I…I thought so too,” he said, looking down at the floor. “Maybe we can do it again?”
She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “I’d like that.”
“All right, then I’ll just get back to you and we can set up a date?” Y/N nodded with a smile. Steven smiled happily and then backed up; he waved with a smile as he walked down the hall. She turned to the door and unlocked it, but suddenly she was spun around and saw Steven, but his expression had changed.
“Steven-,” she began, but was interrupted when he suddenly kissed her passionately. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him.
“I’d be a fool to end the evening like this,” he said against her lips. She was so distracted by the kiss that she didn’t notice he suddenly had an American accent and he was no longer Steven, but Marc. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips before he carried her into her apartment; her purse dropped carelessly in the hallway of her apartment. Marc closed the door and pushed her against the front door. He broke the kiss and began kissing her neck; his hands wandered to the thumb of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he growled as he kissed her cleavage.
“Last door, on the left,” she says breathlessly. Without another word, he pushed her off the door and walked to the room. Marc carried her to the bed and gently dropped her on it; she crawled back, but continued to look at him. She watched as he took off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt and letting both slide carelessly to the floor. His eyes were filled with lust. He crawled onto the bed and pulled her to him by her ankles, letting her wrap her legs around his hips. Marc reached behind her and unclasped her bra and pulled it off. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth while massaging the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. He switched breasts and repeated. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair as he continued his way down. He sat up and unzipped her pants before nearly ripping them and her panties off her body. She couldn’t explain how Steven had suddenly changed so much from cute to dominant, but she wasn’t going to complain. Marc lifted her legs over his shoulders and without wasting a moment began sucking on her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.
“Oh God!” She threw her head back and closed her eyes. He curled his fingers and pushed against her G-spot. Marc fucked her quickly with his fingers; Y/N could feel her climax building more and more inside her. “Steven!”
As if she had said something wrong, he stopped and pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Before she could say anything, however, his lips were on hers and he was kissing her passionately. His fingers were wrapped in her hair and he pulled her head to the side to nibble on the skin of her neck. His other hand undid his belt and he slid his pants down. Y/N gasped as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against the entrance of her pussy. He let go of her hair and linked their hands together. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned loudly as he thrust into her in one hard thrust. Marc pulled out of her as far as he could before thrusting back into her. He began fucking her at a fast and rough pace. With her fersts she pushed his pants further down.
“Steven-,” she moaned, but was interrupted when he thrust into her extra deep.
“Don’t call me that.” She looked at him in confusion, but managed not to say anything. Marc sat up and wrapped his hand around her throat. His other hand moved down to her clit and he began to rub it quickly. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts and she could feel her climax building inside her again. “Be a good girl and cum around my cock.”
She arched her back and her body stiffened as she followed his command and climaxed. Marc thrust deep inside her, filling her pussy with his hot cum. They both breathed heavily as they came down from their climaxes. His cock slid out of her and she felt his cum flow out of her. He lay down next to her and pulled her into his arm. After a few minutes, however, his posture changed and he became tense. Y/N looked up at him and saw that his expression was confused.
“What am I doing naked in your bed?” asked Steven, looking at her….