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I posted 231 times in 2022

That's 224 more posts than 2021!

64 posts created (28%)

167 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jakelcckley

@harrysfolklore

@inknopewetrust

@stormkobra-5

@marc-spectorr

I tagged 197 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#q💫 - 48 posts

#x reader - 47 posts

#steven grant x reader - 40 posts

#marc spector x reader - 39 posts

#moon knight - 34 posts

#moon knight fanfic - 32 posts

#marvel - 32 posts

#moonknight x reader - 28 posts

#marc spector - 28 posts

#steven grant - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and only the most experienced listeners can fully understand you. your presence is always enjoyed but you aren’t always given the praise yo

My Top Posts in 2022:

LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles.

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room.

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch.

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you.

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving.

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly.

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..."

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

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391 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

PROMISES

Summary: Steven and Marc open another door to the memories. Only this time, it's not theirs.

(Jake Lockley x reader)

A.N: I know very little about DID. All that i have written in this fic is through my limited knowledge of DID through the show and through some websites.

I also used google translate for the Spanish dialogues. If the grammar is incorrect, please send me a message and i'll correct it asap. I don't mean to disrespect anyone

Disclaimer: spoilers for ep5 of moonknight, maybe incorrect spanish

Gifs not mine

Marc had to hold back Steven as he ran into every door. The smooth white tiles of the psychiatric hospital was starting to make him nauseous. Steven on the other had was livid. His whole life was a lie and all he wanted to know was the truth. He felt the tears collect in his eyes as he pushed open another door and strode in, ignoring Marc's pleas.

This memory was different than the others. It was a beautiful sunny day, on the beach. Steven knew this wasn't his memory and look over at Marc who was equally as surprised.

"This is not my memory, Steven."

"Neither is it mine, mate."

Steven looked around, trying to find out something that could link a memory. Maybe he had come here on vacation?

"Oi mate, look over there!"

Marc snapped Steven out of his thoughts. He followed Marc's gaze and saw a girl running a hand through their hair. The pair walked closed to the couple and saw a man lazily humming a song, with his eyes closed as the woman stared into the horizon, massaging his scalp.

To say that they were both shocked was an understatement. Marc was confused. He only knew of Steven as an alter. But since it was clearly his body lying on the woman's lap, he wasn't sure anymore.

"Esto es agradable" (this is nice), the woman said. Steven had never heard such a melodious voice and by the look on Marc's face neither had he. Marc was growing more confused by the second. He didn't know Spanish and had never seen you before either. But he felt a familiarity with the woman. He felt safe.

"Hmm." The man hummed, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his head. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Steven knew that look. It was one of pure love and adoration. He had seen Marc wear the same look for Layla.

"Ojalá pudiéramos quedarnos aquí para siempre." (I wish we could stay here forever) She whispered, looking down at him. He placed his palm on her cheek and she leaned into his warm touch. He picked himself off the the sand and sat next to her.

"Oh cariño. I'm so sorry. You know that's not possible." She knew the truth about him and sighed sadly. Steven wondered why he couldn't stay longer. Who in their right mind would leave such a pretty woman?

"I can't promise you forever, my estrellita (star), but i can promise you tonight." He smashed his lips onto hers as they fell into the sand. He let his hands travel up her skirt and she let her fingers entangle in his hair. She had never felt so alive and grinned wildly at him when they broke apart for air.

"You better fulfill your promise before you go then."

459 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

MERCENARIES

Summary : after many years, you finally come to terms with marcs death, only to find find a familiar face on the streets

Pairings : Marc Spector x mercenary!Reader , mentions of Steven and Khonshu

A.N + Warnings : something i wrote because i love the idea of marc and a mercenary reader. I wrote this fic with as much knowledge of DID i gathered from the show and few websites. Please lmk if i write something wrong. I will remove/change it asap. I dont mean to disrespect anyone.

Divider by @firefly-graphics <33 + gifs not mine

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572 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

Doctors Orders

HCs / Imagines for Dune characters (2021)

~Imagine being a healer who's caught the eye of a few of the Dune Chatacters~

AN: I tried my level best to keep this gn. So i avoided fem/male pronouns to the best of my abilites. Pls lmk if i unkowingly added some.

And as always, likes and reblogs are well appreciated <33

(Pardon my grammar. Eng is not my first lang) (gifs not mine)

☆ Paul Atreides ☆

My boi is absolutely smitten the moment he sees you.

It was a normal day in training and he had a few scrapes here and there

His mother did not let him eat dinner before checking up with Dr. Yueh. Unfortunately for him, Dr. Yueh was attending his Father, leaving you, his apprentice in charge.

Paul was visibly shocked at how graceful you looked and handled his wounds. You blushed under his gaze and dressed his wounds before letting him go.

After that encounter, Paul made it his mission to get hurt every training session, even if it was the slightest of bruises.

And everytime he came into the infirmary, you'd end up falling in love with the raven haired duke just a bit more.

You found his visits endearing but also stupid. He was literally hurting himself to see you.

So the next time he came in for something silly, you didnt talk to him like you normally did. You simply prescribed some medicines on a piece of paper and walked away.

He was a bit hurt to see you ignore him. He was worried he overstepped boundaries the last time he came in.

When he opned the piece of paper, however, his face broke into a grin.

Meet me in the gardens. Doctors orders.

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☆ Duncan Idaho ☆

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580 notes - Posted March 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hcs for the moonboys reacting to your baby bump? 🥺 the idea of dad!marc/steven/jake just melts my hearttt

YES ANON!! The moonboys would make amazing fathers. Can you imagine just how soft they'd be??

Also, The boys have collectively decided to call their child a star.

Warnings : None!! Just fluffy fluff <3

Credits to @firefly-graphics for the divider! Gifs used not mine

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695 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Tysm all you guys for the love and support #Heres to a better year

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ninebluehearts · 2 years

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15 questions, 15 people

Thanks for the tag @ruby-dragon !!💕

Nickname: Han

Sign: Taurus

Last thing I googled: Femme Rose perfume

Height: 5'6

Song stuck in my head: All For Us (Zendaya only)

Amount of sleep: 6-8 hours, but it varies

Number of followers: 451 :')💕

Dream job: Astronaut

Wearing: Gray flannel, black sweats, black socks

Movies/books that summarize you: Addams Family ('91)

Favorite song: That's so hard- right now it's again, All for Us (Zendaya only), because I cannot get over how pretty her voice is

Favorite instrument: Drums

Aesthetic: It varies tbh. Sometimes it's more grunge, but then sometimes it's more dark/light academia

Favorite author(s): Shaun David Hutchinson

Random fun fact: I prefer going to bed late and waking up in the afternoon. I'm so tired of saying "I'm gonna fix my schedule," because I honestly don't want to 🤷🏻‍♀️

No pressure tags: @emmymaehereeeeee @bit-dodgy-innit @bitchy-marvel-dude @blackberries45 @lunalockley @lovinblueheart99 @myradiaz @prasy @venus-haze @moonlightgrant @steven-grants-lovers @marc-spectorr @jakelcckley @the-archxr @hot-mess-express1

#💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙thoughts

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starryevermore · 2 years

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I posted 8,157 times in 2022

1,359 posts created (17%)

6,798 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@starryevermore

@annab-nana

@jakelcckley

@winterbaebucky

@golbrockstar

I tagged 4,289 of my posts in 2022

Only 47% of my posts had no tags

#extra extra a fic has been posted! - 990 posts

#signed sealed delivered - 412 posts

#mayoral decree - 379 posts

#steven grant my beloved <33333 - 347 posts

#marc spector my beloved <33333 - 264 posts

#oscar my beloved <333 - 231 posts

#starryevermore - 230 posts

#angst city™ visitors - 223 posts

#starrywrites - 213 posts

#angst city™ residents - 189 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#but also he didn’t even tell me. someone else asked if we were going to prom and i said yes and he turned to me and was like…. about that….

My Top Posts in 2022:

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au

you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. (AO3) (pinterest board)

i DO NOT consent to my works being reposted, translated, or published on any third party site or app. if you see my work posted on any platform that is not my tumblr, my wattpad (starryevermore), or my ao3 (illiterate), it has been stolen and reposted without my permission.

reblogs and feedback encouraged.

my blog is strictly 18+. by clicking on the links or read more, you are agreeing that you are an adult. any minors found interacting with my blog will be blocked.

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298 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

do not chastise the dove (1) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you.

chapter summary: you meet your fiancé, but each time you see him, it’s as if he’s a different person.

word count: 5,267

warnings?: royal au, arranged marriage, abusive father/brother, pet name (dove), not proofread

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355 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

more hearts than mine ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader; marc spector x fem!reader (eventual); jake lockley x fem!reader

summary: marc and jake have made it clear that they don’t like you. but your heart is not the only one being broken by their actions and the consequences that follow.

word count: 6,945

warnings?: angst city™, probably ooc but i don’t really care, break up, eventual make up, anxiety attack, pet names (love [steven]/baby [marc]/princess [jake, sometimes derogatory but eventually affectionate]), not proofread

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370 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

not what he thinks ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

request: Hii this is more like an idea than a request you could do it if you're up for it no pressure. Steven has been quite insecure lately and blocked everyone out maybe because he feels Marc and Jake are better than him so he doesn't front which makes the reader worried because he's always so expressive of his emotions(and they're in a established related) even Marc and Jake gets worried and frustrated, and like he heard the reader talking to Marc about how clingy Steven is (she actually loves it but Steven misunderstood he heard only the half thing) sooo uk angst+miscommunication+angsty angst. Andddd finally fluff when they make up orrrr it's up to you if you're feeling a bit like the devil then you could just break our hearts but not Steven's heart pls 😭 - anon

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley

summary: steven overhears something, but he doesn’t understand what he heard.

word count: 2,778

warnings?: angst, miscommunication, steven thinks you think he’s clingy, no happy ending, pet name (baby/princess), not proofread

WHAT HE KNOWS (PART 2)

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376 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hello! May I request a Colby brock imagine where y/n catches him thirsting over her tik toks and/or other social media? Thank you so much 💕

refresh your memory

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

request: Hello! May I request a Colby brock imagine where y/n catches him thirsting over her tik toks and/or other social media? Thank you so much 💕

pairing: colby brock x fem!reader

word count: 300

warnings?: implied smut, fluff, not proofread

note: i am no longer accepting colby brock requests. the current requests i have in my inbox with be answered, but any more that are sent will be deleted.

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647 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #starryevermore

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻

I love your fanfic too!! Congrats to your follower milestone!! 🫶🏼

omggosh hello, how are youuu !!! okay five things hmM let’s see:

1. seeing you on my dash. i looove the posts you share and i always want to reblog everything i see from you haha

2. daddy óscar isaac hernández estrada 🤍

3. this juicy mango that i’m about to devour on my lunch break skskks

4. my lovely tumblr regulars + nonnies bc y’all really make me smile so hard :’)

5. music for a sushi restaurant by harry styles. this song is literally crack bro.

#asks #jakelcckley

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stevengrcnt · 2 years

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻

Moon Knight/Oscar Isaac content

Making perler beads

Drawing

My cats

My kids at work

#jakelcckley

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blueberryrock · 2 years

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Hello there, i saw your reblog and that you might write a fanfic based on that plot. May i ask if you can tag me once you posted it and join your taglist to your other future moon knight fanfics?? 🥹🫶🏼

Yup! I will definitely add you! And I might start writing that fic tomorrow cause i gotta brainstorm it first!

#ft. jakelcckley #nat answers stuff #moon knight

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dystopian-reverie · 2 years

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 \\ 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

Title: Loving Marc Spector

Rating: Mature, dark romance and smut, 18+ Minors DNI!!

Content Warnings: gn!reader x Marc Spector, smut, mentions of p in v, rough oral (both of them receiving), knife play, dark romance, mentions and descriptions of blood, fluff, angst+comfort, alcohol consumption, borderline toxic relationship, choking, a freaky reader (it’s the whole package deal, baby ;)

Summary: Being Marc Spector’s lover wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.

A/n: Honestly, this is just a huge mess of a lifestyle fic that tried to encompass all the darkness and softness that came with dating Marc. I hope you enjoy it :) Oh, and I think this would be a much better read if you're listening to Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, or The Arctic Monkeys.

Tag List: @jakelcckley @wowifinallymadeanaccount (just hmu if you want to be on my taglist)

It was unlike anything anyone would ever feel in their life.

Loving him was tiring. The way he would clam up the moment you seem to scratch through the surface of his high walls. He wanted you to see the pain and aching, wanted to show it all to you, strip himself bare, but being unable to. So he'd show that he loves you the only way he can- stripping you bare and taking you all to himself and making sure that you know you are his, and only his to take, drowning in the sound of you screaming his name.

Loving him was painful. He'd come back home, bloodied and scarred from another life-draining mission, and when asked why he didn't use his suit's healing power, he'd simply place the medical kit in your hands and drop down on the couch.

You'd feel his muscle tense underneath you, trying not to flinch, his grunts barely escaping his mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs while you toiled away, fixing up his wounds.

"Why do this the hard way?" A question he's heard too many times, paired with those glistening eyes of yours.

"Simply because I can," He'd say, not in any hurry to rush the moment.

Loving him was scary. Eyes of a sinner, the same eyes that held so much potential for care and kindness, boring into you as he ruts into you, tearing cries after cries from your constricted throat. The tight grasp his fingers has over your neck never softens as he uses it as his leverage to make you do whatever he wanted at the moment.

Your legs draped over his shoulders, you'd get reminded quite harshly how Marc wasn't the one who showed mercy when you messed up with each and every thrust.

Loving Marc Spector was your face being raised to meet his, as his eyes, with carnal fascination, closely followed the tears streaming down your cheeks. It was taking in all the pride when he groans out how pretty you looked crying for him. It was not being able to tug on his hair when he closes the little space between you both to lick away the tears, littering kisses all over your face- a soft action while your entrance was being abused over and over, without a break.

It was his calloused thumb stroking your cheeks, spreading the wetness over your hot skin, as his tongue danced against the skin of your neck, leaving scars- a work of art.

Loving him was not knowing what was gonna happen next, a thrill down your spine every time he looks at you with those hooded eyes of his.

Loving him was living in a Lana Del Rey song, accompanied by The Neighbourhood constantly playing around you as the world gets drenched in a black and white filter when he lifts you up and spins you around in the middle of the night. The only time Marc worshipped the moon- when its glow illuminated your laughing face, capturing what he wished he could keep in his eyes forever. Your giggles muffled quickly as he brought you down to meet his lips, kissing you with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

Your fingers would play with his raven locks as your legs wrapped around his waist. He'd hold you up as you caressed him with a tenderness that he never knew.

You'd lose all sense of time looking into those eyes of his, shamelessly mesmerized and deep enough in love to admit you never want to look away.

Marc Spector melted away every bit of inhibition that was left in you, giving you something entirely new. Freedom. For the first time in your life, you felt free. You felt desired and wanted to get drunk in that feeling. You felt all the things that you taught yourself to stash away in a dark corner of your brain, all the things this world had asked you to not feel for that makes you weaker- you felt pretty, you felt beautiful, you felt fragile and yet so safe, you felt the entire cosmos thudding inside your ribcage as his eyes traveled all over your body, his hands following shortly behind.

He showed you a part of yourself that you thought wasn't possible to exist, but yet here you both were, confused beyond limit as to what you both were doing to each other's mind and body, but loving it nevertheless.

Loving him was finally knowing that this was an addiction, this love that you have for Marc Spector was your drug, and you weren't getting clean anytime soon.

A small bedroom, fit for two, only the walls and the bed as witnesses for all the things he did to you.

On some blessed nights, you and Marc would sway along to the music, a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands as his other guided you, and you both would tumble over each other, followed by your fits of slurry giggles.

"Open your mouth, baby," Marc would order, taking a swing from his bottle. You'd obey, as usual, like the good little doll he always said you were and feel the wetness of the alcohol being poured into your mouth, gulping it softly as it burned your throat.

Marc would catch that one drop that slid down your chin with the tip of his tongue and lick it all the way up to your mouth, soon engulfing both of you in a heated kiss, all tongue, and teeth.

Loving him hurts so good. When your knees ache from all the friction the floorboard was creating as your throat struggled to take all of him inside. He would hold your head still with a fistful of your hair in his grasp, fastening his pace as his cock moved in and out of your mouth. His filthy moans, praises, swears, and words would make it all worth it. Yet again, he'd slowly trace his finger over your cheeks as your tears adorned them, glistening. They were his rewards, a sight you knew he craved for.

On especially cruel afternoons, his eyes would narrow down on you, a dark shadow cast over them that made your skin tingle. He would be drenched in the smell of sweat and liquor, yet his stand was unwavering and on guard all the time. His lips turned up into a snarl as he contemplates how to sting you with his words again, his mind twisted as the alcohol continues to mess his head.

You'd try not to cry, not to yell at him, to maintain your composure at all times.

"Why do you make caring for you so hard, Marc?" Your voice would tremble, trying to keep together what was left of your sanity.

"If it's so damn hard, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place," His words cut you up.

"Ever thought about it that way? Hmm?" He advanced toward you, the stench of alcohol clouding your senses. "Maybe you should pack it up and leave me to it because I don't seem to need you, do I?"

"You don't mean that," Your voice was no more than a whisper, trying to sound confident and restraining the doubt and sorrow seeping through.

He let out a breathy laugh. Tracing the outline of your face and tugging a strand of loose hair behind your ears, he lowered himself down to your face.

"Oh baby, how would a person stupid enough to stay with me know what I mean and what I don't," Even while gutting you through his words, his habit of playing with that single track of tear didn't change. He stroked your now tear-stained cheek as he studied you.

"What if every single 'I love you' I've ever told you was a lie?"

Everything inside you would snap all at once as you pushed him back and walked as fast as you could to the bathroom, locking the door swiftly and turning on the shower so it could drown out your sobs. You'd sink down to the floor, your head between your legs.

At times like these, you didn't know how many times you could remind yourself that this was his intrusive thoughts talking, not him. This was a product of his trauma, not the part of him that's working through it. But it still stings, it still hurts like someone was drowning your freshly wounded body inside the salt water.

It wasn't until late at night, that he'd crawl back home to you, with the weight of his words butchering him inside.

He'd find you curled up on the couch, passed out from exhaustion. Stirring from your sleep, you'd be met with a man on the verge of breaking down in front of you. Propping yourself up groggily, you'd see him through your puffy eyes.

"Marc?"

His face would contort in pain, as he fell to his knees beside you, making you fully sit up. Tears would cloud his eyes as he looked down to hide them from you, but not having much control of them.

"Baby, I am so-" His words would get caught in his throat as a sob threatens its way out of him. Apologising wasn't Marc's best area.

A few seconds would pause with neither of you saying anything. You'd see the man crouching in front of you, probably in more pain than most people can imagine.

"Please don't hate yourself," You whispered, ripping away a sob from him.

He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. "Baby I didn't mean a single word I said," He shook his head, crawling closer to you, afraid touching you anywhere was more than what he deserved.

"It's just, sometimes, my mind, it forces me to think stuff like that, and I was drunk, I couldn't think clearly and I got the darkness to get the better of me. I didn't mean any of that,"

He would go on for minutes together, trying to make you understand how none of that was supposed to happen and how sometimes his mind tries to get rid of anything that gives him happiness.

With a promise of working through it together and both of you patching up each other through words of kindness and assurance, you and Marc would pass out on the couch, holding each other close with a newfound hope that one day, everything would be fine and neither of you would have to get hurt like that again.

Caring for him was exhaustive. But you did it anyway, and you'd do it over and over and over. There were things about each other that neither of you understood. You'd often feel his curious eyes follow you wherever you went, and when you finally looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked him what was wrong, you'd always be met with the same question or other variations of it.

"Why do you even put up with me?"

"I love you, and I find that love worth enough to be with you through everything- the good and the bad" You'd smile simply, not understanding the waves of storms crashing against that man's heart.

Marc Spector was not a man used to feeling loved, you knew that, and you were going to do everything in your power to change that.

Loving him was corrupting you. Venturing into the darkest and deepest parts of yourself was something you prohibited yourself from doing, but when Marc came into your life, all of that changed.

All of your wildest fantasies and desires ran wild whenever he was in your vicinity, and he'd always know. His lips curling into a smirk, he'd wait you out, trying not to make the first move and he sees you through his side vision as you try to not get lost in your thoughts, blushing and trying desperately to ground yourself.

Realizing that his hypersexuality was slowly seeping into your character was terrifying at first, always thinking about taking him all to yourself as you both devour each other whenever you so much as looked at him leaning against the wall. But as time went on, you both decided to temporarily push away the problematic part of hypersexuality and indulge in all the pleasure it offered.

His hands would be snaking behind your waist in no time as both of you crashed into each other within moments of prolonged eye contact. A hundred different ways to explore and push each other's limits, to bring one another to the brink of life and beyond.

Straddling his thighs, grinding against his bulge as his fingers brush over your lips, watching his eyes slowly but hungrily grazing over all of you- everything about the two of you was more than intoxicating.

There was something so incredibly poetic about this love, something so tragic and erotic, so strong and alluring that even thinking about getting out of this burned you from inside.

At times, things that shouldn't happen, according to Marc, do happen, such as you getting stuck in the crossfire in one of his missions.

It was during moments like those you get to see Marc's feral rage that didn't spare anyone who went against him. He wouldn't just 'knock them over', he'd hurt them, bad. And as much as you knew that shouldn't invoke any emotion other than fear, you couldn't help but get enticed by watching that.

He'd be covered in blood, a little bit of his own, and a lot of his enemies, by the time he's done with them, he'd turn around to look back at you, looking at him with something that was not fear. Then it struck him- you weren't as innocent as he initially thought you were. And boy did it rile him up.

Dragging you into a dark alley where there was no chance of anyone getting a glimpse of all the sinful things about to happen, he takes his time studying you to see how this part of him made you react.

He'd bring his hand in front of your face; fresh, gleaming blood on his fingers, lingering inches away from your skin. Your breath hitched on your windpipe as he stroked his thumb against your cheek, smearing the thick liquid on you. The metallic scent, adding on to everything that was going on, was overwhelming your senses.

"Marc," You moaned as he cupped your face, getting all the blood on you. You brought your hand to his own face, tracing all the blood smears, some even from his own wounds.

Pulling him closer to you, you brought your lips near his cheeks, hovering just above them. You could feel his breath, hot and uneven on your neck, adding to the heat gathering down under you.

It was a small peck on his cheek at first, as his hands traveled down your sides, grabbing you tighter and getting blood all over your dress. Then you kissed him all over his face, licking and sucking under his jawline, feeling them clench and release as he basked in a sinister glory.

He knew he damn well shouldn’t do what he was about to, but seeing you dancing on the edge of a darkness so engulfing, his fingers fished out a pocket knife. As soon as you caught up to what he was doing, your heart beat sped up, pounding against your chest, anticipation burning in the pit of your stomach as to what he was going to do.

It wasn’t long before you felt the cold press of the metal against your cheek, grazing ever so lightly as he traced it across your features, watching you intently as he did so.

You didn’t know what has gotten into you, everything was spinning and spiralling down, and all you could think of was Marc and all the malicious things he was doing to you.

Ever so slowly, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, earning a raised eyebrow from him, followed by a dark chuckle that turned your insides upside down. The silver, shining in the dark, brushed ever so softly against your lips before meeting your tongue. A swift and tender lick to the metal was all it took for Marc to finally snap, something dangerous and disturbing awakening inside him.

He withdrew the blade from your mouth and held it against your neck, forcing you to arch your head back. Beautiful. This was all so wrong. Both of you knew you should stop this, but never did. Marc proceeded to fuck you raw, his one hand gripping your thigh that was wrapped around his hips, and the other one holding the knife in its place.

This damned side of him, one that he swore he would never reveal to anyone, let alone the love of his life, was finally being seen, scratch that, was being engulfed wholly, and he loved it. He loved every fucking second of it. He was never letting you go. Never.

Loving him was handing over your trust and power. This was something you and Marc both had problems with at the beginning. Neither of you was used to trusting people so completely that your mind could just finally calm down and rest for some time.

The compulsive urge to be in control of every situation was what brought you two together in the first place, driving you insane. And before you knew it, you both took the battle to the bed, trying to get control of each other.

Your arms would be bruised with the way he gripped you, holding you back from toppling him to his side as you tried to take the upper hand.

Your nails had dug deep into his toned frame, dragging them down and earning a deep growl that invoked something filthy in you.

It took some time for both of you to trust each other with your vulnerability, to finally succumb to the desire to be taken apart completely and put back together.

The first time Marc ever handed his power over to you- a day you'd never forget. Tears pooled in his eyes as he shut them tight, drowning in the pleasure of being taken care of for once. Shaky breaths and sweaty bodies, your moans, and whispers of assurance, praising him and spilling love everywhere as you rode him.

Your fingers moved in and out of his mouth as he tried to keep his wide eyes trained on you, but he couldn't stop them from rolling back at times- such a pretty sight. All hinted to him that maybe, just maybe, this was the part of his life where he can finally unwind.

He trusted you, and that single realization brought about unfamiliar waves of emotions crashing around him.

Loving him was adrenaline coursing through your veins. Marc was a dangerous man, and at times when life seemed to be sunshine and daisies with his adorable alter, you seem to forget that.

The split second in which he can grab a gun and change the course of the fight, his eyes trained on his target like a hawk as his mind contemplated about a hundred different ways to end this.

Loving him was rushing to the getaway car and starting the vehicle for him to slide beside you hastily as your both drove away from danger, hearts pounding and all your senses heightened. Marc would always be on extra edge when you were with him because he'd raise hell if anything happens to you. Having you with him didn't help him on his missions at all, but when you were dragged into the middle of all this, he had no choice but to do this with you.

Surprisingly, it didn't take a heavy toll on you, like how he'd expected. But what did he know? After all, you did fuck him like a filthy slut in a back alley, both of you covered in blood and sweat, with a goddamn knife to your throat.

Loving him meant getting pushed against the wall, having your chin grabbed harshly, making you look up at him as he scolds you, asking you to be more careful and smarter.

The wild, wild glare of his set on the guy who tried to harm you as he proceeded to beat him to half death, stopped only because you stepped in. Eyes and actions of a maniac as soon as he felt like his girl was in danger.

He��d grab your wrists a bit too tight as he checked you for wounds, making sure you were alright in his own ways, despite you reassuring him several times.

You could see the single vessel pulsating on his forehead, all the veins on his arms popping out, glistening from the sweat. His wet hair clung to his forehead as he'd look around, making sure you were alone before giving you a proper punishment for worrying him like that.

You knew you'd follow this man to the end of the Earth, that was the kind of chokehold he had over you. This love was no joke.

Loving him was discovering the soft pleasures. Being Marc Spector's girlfriend, it was rare for you to find a dull moment, and that's why they were so precious for both you and Marc.

Lazy afternoons with both of you doing absolutely nothing but wasting away time, laying on the bed, talking about this and that- the kind of peace and calm Marc had never even dared to wish for.

You'd both buy random things for each other while coming back home, from ice creams to flowers, from fridge magnets to donuts, from a hardcover special edition book that you've been eyeing for weeks to a thin bracelet, or a small pendant to add to that pretty chain of his.

You never let yourself dream about love, for fear of what would happen if you never get to feel that in real life. But you felt it, warm and fuzzy, like a blanket covering you from head to toe in a warm embrace. When Marc massaged your back to release those tension, it mostly lead to both of you fucking on the mattress, slow and deep, pressing every inch of each other's body as the ache oozed away.

Everything was so raw with Marc. From fucking to loving. So unfiltered to the point you were sure that this is what your life was meant to be. When the soft moments come around, you hold on to them, cherishing them forever.

Loving him was poetic. Marc was never a man of words. He was not as smooth as Jake or as heart-melting as Steven, he knew that. He'd look at you, sleeping peacefully beside him, safe in his warm embrace and his heart would ache with all the love that he has for you, but can't get you to see it.

On one of those incredibly frustrating times, he'd finally found his voice. Grabbing your waist and earning a light gasp from you as he interrupted your chore, he held your face so that you couldn't look at anything but him.

For some time, he did nothing but hold you close, taking all of you in; your face, your soft hands perched over his shoulders, his hands perfectly sitting on the curve of your waist, your scent, your hair framing your face.

"I was just a shell of a man who didn't know if I wanted to live or die when I first met you," He said. This was so out of character for him, he realized, as he watched your eyebrows furrow.

He placed his finger on your lips as you opened your mouth to say something.

"Listen to me, baby. But now, you make me want to burn down this whole world if it means I could live with you,"

Too stunned to speak, you let his words sink in as a smile dawned on your face. Marc was only ever used to getting you flustered by his actions, through sex and touch. But now, seeing a bright red bloom on your cheeks, all because he finally decided to let you know how he felt, he tasted paradise.

"You scare me. Your love, this love, scares me," He said. "But the heaven be damned if I'd ever leave you." Placing his forehead on yours, he was only hoping that he wasn't being too cheesy and scaring you away. But all of that nervousness melted away as you flung your arms around him, collecting him in a warm embrace, one that warmed both of your souls and body.

He was poetry. Everything about him was pure, enthralling, poetry. The way the morning light would hit his face and his bare body was the first thing you saw every day you woke up made your heart full.

Holding his palm in yours as he finally opened up to you, a strong feat that even he didn't know was possible- poetry.

The way his smile adorned his face, his eye crinkles appearing more profound as a genuine laugh would encase you in a warm bubble, a melody to your ears- poetry.

The way he was in the middle of getting the fourth orgasm out of you that night, with his fingers and tongues working miracles on you as you lay there, a sobbing, sweating, and panting mess under him, basking in his praises and commands- poetry.

Marc Spector was the love of your life. There was so much love to give, and so much to take. This love was how you started living, and this love was going to be the death of you. There is only Love & Lust and Love & Lust and Love & Lust...

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