#Marc Spector fan fic

[jake-g-lockley]

Worthy Distraction (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: I just wanted to write some Marc Spector fluff to calm my brain. Also Marc Spector’s unruly curls are the love of my fucking life ugh

Word Count: 913 words

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Marc groans again, running his hand through his curls. This was the fifth or sixth time he had run his hands through his curls in pure frustration as they flopped hopelessly down onto his face. 

You glare at him, the action of him constantly running his hands through his hair has been a worthy distraction, pulling you away from the work that you were doing and sending you staring straight at your best friend. 

His handsome face was contorted into a look of concentration, eyebrows pulled down low and his mouth set into a magnificent frown that made him extra adorable. He was hunching over the book he was reading, finger skimming over the words as he gripped the pencil he was holding with determination.

You had invited him to the library so that you could spend some time with him as well as get your thesis done. The table that the both of you were using had snacks, papers, cups of coffee and books scattered all over it and you were sitting across from him. 

The reality with this whole situation was that you were in love with Marc. You knew a little about his past and you knew about Steven and Jake, but even so, you had found every reason to still let yourself fall in love with him. He trusted you and when he began to open up, you felt him being vulnerable to you and that opened a whole new can of beans in your head.

Besides, you couldn’t deny that your best friend had a face worthy of the gods. He was hot and all you wanted to do was to kiss his nose and the frown line between his eyebrows. 

He raised his hand up to his hair again and you stood up in frustration, slamming your hands down onto the table, scaring him and making him jump out of his seat. 

“WHAT?!” he whisper-shouted, staring at you. 

“Stop doing whatever you’re doing, it’s distracting me!” you whisper-shouted back, pointing at his hair. “You and your stupid hair, it’s just so…”

Your trail of, as Marc blinks up at you, a boyish smile gracing his face. 

“What are you smiling at?” You questioned, folding your arms across your chest.

“At the fact that you’re looking at me instead of doing your work?” He answered, the smile somehow turning smug. 

“That’s- That’s the whole point Marc, you’re really just distracting! Why can’t you stop fidgeting?” you said, groaning and rubbing your face with your hands. 

“I can’t help it, my hair is too long and Steven won’t let me cut our hair.” he muttered, doing it again as his curls flopped back down onto his forehead.

“Well, think of something!” you warned giving him a stern look.

“You have to stop being so mean to me, you know? Or, I swear to god…” he trailed off, closing his book. 

“You swear to god what, huh?” you push, putting your hands on your hips.

Marc stood up and walked to where you were standing, tipping his chin down slightly to look at you, making your breath hitch slightly and your glare wavered for a second. He was too close. You could see every detail on his face from this angle, every curve, every stubble and every inch of skin that you’d want your lips on. His lashes were long and his eyebags were prominent but it only made him look more beautiful and rugged. One of his hands cradled your face and the other reached out to tuck a stray piece of hair that curved down from your head. 

“As if touching his own hair wasn’t enough, now he’s touching mine.” you thought as you gazed into his eyes. 

“I swear to god, I will fall in love with you.” he breathed. 

Your eyes widened and your gaze dropped to his lips, wondering if the both of you had the same thoughts. Your theory had been proven correct when Marc took a single step closer and let his lips fall onto yours, tilting his head slightly so that his nose didn’t bump yours. He kissed your lips softly and unhurriedly, ensuring you that he’d give you all the time in this world. 

The both of you pull away slowly and you bite your lip and watch Marc from under your lashes. He was smiling, a light pink tinge covering the bridge of his nose, making him look so kiss-drunk. 

“Damn Marc,” you said, a little lost for words. 

“I had to do it, you just look so fuckin’ hot when you’re frustrated.” he chuckled, kissing your cheek. 

You laugh softly, kissing his forehead, his nose and then his lips for one final assurance. 

“Wait, let me fix your hair.” you mutter, curling a finger under his chin and tipping it up so that you can adjust the mane on his head.

You pulled out a few pins from your own hair and flattened his curls, pinning them in place before holding out your phone for him to see. Marc grins at your masterpiece and you hold out your hand for him to take, leading him back to the bench and tucking his hand and your hand into your hoodie pocket while you get back to work. 

Marc fell asleep after a while, his arms around you and his face slotted into your neck, the soft whoosh of his breath on your skin providing you solace as you typed away. 

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Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

Tagging my babies: @mintpurplemnm @lia275 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @brekkers-desigirl @romanarose @melodygatesauthor @welcometostayingawake @campingwiththecharmings (also this fic doubles as a present for surviving the MK foot anon)

[melodygatesauthor]

The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 10: A Beaten Stone

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

Chapter Summary

The trip back to Khonshu's mansion is painfully long. You learn more about who you are, and why Marc couldn't turn you.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/WarningsNSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 2.2k

It was a long trip back to the mansion.

The return journey took no more time than the trip there, but it felt longer. Marc had been bound in enchanted chains, not unlike the ones Khonshu made you wear back at his home. You recalled seeing him getting into the back of one of the vans just before you were shoved haphazardly into Khonshu’s black luxury sedan.

You’d been blindfolded for the duration of the trip, but now with only an hour remaining – or so the driver reported to Khonshu – he removed the cloth over your eyes. You blinked, the light piercing your retina for a moment before you adjusted to the sight around you. There was a long coast visible through the trees. Waves crashed against stone, beating them down until they were nothing.

“I thought that you and I could talk, sweet one,” he said in a soft tone, one that you knew he used when trying to appeal to you.

You were all out of care for his facade. This, Khonshu, the mansion, his promises, you didn’t want any of it anymore. You’d rather die than remain under his command, especially now that the truth was unfurling.

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“Please don’t hurt him! I won’t see him anymore! I promise! I’m sorry!” You’d yelled in your room in Ammit’s house, the same night Khonshu had caught you with Marc.

Khonshu had laughed at you, as though your emotional agony brought him nothing but pure bliss. If there was ever a moment you’d seen Khonshu for the monster he was, it was then. He tsked, walking over to you and sitting on the edge of your bed. His hand reached out to rub your calf, a soft gesture for a horrid creature.

“I’m sorry, little dove,” he’d whispered to you, “I know this hurts, but it’s for the best. I can’t have Marc interfering with my plans more than he already has.”

 When you asked him what ‘plans’ he spoke of, he dodged the question.

“I don’t want you to worry about him at all, okay? By the time he’s allowed out of the thirst room, you’ll be long gone and it won’t be your concern anymore.” 

You wondered if he genuinely thought that was supposed to comfort you, or if he just wanted to torment you further by telling you that you would never see Marc again.

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You remained silent as the car drove along the winding road. You’d hoped your silence would provide a sufficient enough answer. You didn’t want to fucking talk to Khonshu if he was the only thing left on Earth with the ability to speak.

“Fine, then perhaps you care to listen?”

No.

A thousand times, you did not care to listen, but being trapped in a moving car with two vampires and no way to fight, you were left with no other choice.

“You should know that what I said was true, I did save Marc Spector,” he started. You kept your eyes trained at the window. “It was 1935, and he was at an archaeological dig site in Cairo. Did you know he used to be in the marines?”

You didn’t know that. There were a lot of things you didn’t know about Marc Spector, but you’d fallen for him regardless. His past wasn’t particularly important to you. At this point, you both were trapped in the same living hell, and all you had was each other to get through it.

“Well, after he was discharged, he started working for some mercenaries.”

You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you back against Khonshu’s chest. His large hand rested casually over your stomach. The rise and fall of his chest against your back felt comforting, despite your desire to kill him the moment you figured out how. You relaxed, body going pliant against his while the car continued along the quiet road.

He continued, “When Marc refused to gun down some innocent archeologists, the other mercenaries turned on him, and he managed to drag himself into my temple.” Khonshu laughed, “I’d felt a disturbance at my statue, so I went there at once.”

“What were you searching for?” You asked quietly.

“That’s not important right now. What’s important is that I gave Marc a choice, and he chose this life,” Khonshu’s tone grew very serious. “He would have you think that I tricked him, but I did no such thing. I offered him life, and in exchange, he would serve me. He chose to live so I–”

“Enslaved him,” you interrupted, feeling your body shaking with frustration.

You could hear Khonshu sigh in aggravation, “I. Saved. Him.”

The car became silent for another beat, the two of you rocking in each other's arms every time the driver rolled over a bump in the asphalt. You didn’t know why he was telling you this story, and you didn’t quite care to listen any longer, but you still didn’t have a choice.

“My point is, that as much as you both seem to think that I am hurting you, I encourage you to remember where you came from,” he hissed in your ear.

You cursed the tear that trickled down your cheek. “Why didn’t it work, Marc’s blood?” You asked through clenched teeth.

Khonshu laughed, “I was going to wait until a more opportune time to tell you, but Marc changed a lot of my plans with his…primal behavior.” His hand rubbed your stomach and you felt uneasy. “You, my little dove, are special. Though I’m sure you already know this. Your smell attracts vampires like a moth to a flame and your blood…well, imagine if vampires had a drug for performance enhancement.”

“Like a steroid?”

“Precisely. Your blood is not unlike a steroid for us. You’re able to heal rather quickly as well, have you noticed that?” He trailed a finger up your arm. “I’m sure when you were a child your bumps and bruises would mend faster than your peers, hm?”

You didn’t respond, though you knew his words to be true.

“There used to be several other humanoid species on Earth besides humans. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, etcetera. Many of them have been eradicated at this point for too many reasons to list, but you, sweet one, your species was plucked from the Earth for being both too dangerous and too advantageous to my species.”

You moved to sit, and to your surprise, he didn’t insist on you staying cradled against him. You looked at him incredulously. If what he was saying was true, and based on the evidence, you didn’t see how it could be a lie.You really weren’t human.

“What am I then?” You asked, furrowing your brow.

“Relax, you’re more of a sub-species of human than a different species altogether.” He chuckled, looking out the window with his cold, dark eyes. “You’re what’s called a hunter.” Your mind was racing, but you didn’t know what to say. “It may shock you to know, but I don’t know who the first vampire was, nor do I know the origins of my kind, butthe other ancient ones and I saw to it that the hunters were removed from existence.”

The realization hit you right away. Your parents…

“My…”

“That’s right, dove,” Khonshu cooed, brushing a finger over your cheek. “I had my knights kill your parents, and anyone else you may have called kin.”

You didn’t feel emotional pain around the people you never knew, rather you felt pain for the girl who spent her life trying to understand why they would abandon her; why she was deemed so unworthy of their affections. You felt a simultaneous relief and ache that you couldn’t shake. It was comforting to know that they hadn’t discarded you carelessly, but Khonshu just told you that his knights had hunted down and killed your parents.

“Marc and Arthur?” You looked into his emotionless eyes.

“Who else?”

“You’re lying.”

“Think what you must for your mental comfort, sweet one, but I assure you, I sent my men on a private mission to kill the last two hunters alive around twenty-one years ago.”

The car was silent again, and you felt like your breath was stolen from your lungs. It was all too much at once, learning that you’re a human subspecies, your parents are deceased, and Marc may have been the one to do it. No doubt he would’ve remembered killing them though, right?

“I told them to kill you too, but you were already gone. It was when I heard that Ammit was searching for the little huntress that my interest was piqued.” Khonshu looked at his nails as though you were discussing the weather or the price of milk. “The blood of a hunter is…” He snatched your hand and pressed his nose against your wrist, inhaling deeply, “intoxicating, but simultaneously it’s invigorating. There’s nothing else like it in the entire world.”

With a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist, he let go, snickering wickedly when you scowled at him.

“Why have you kept this from me? What benefit is there of keeping this a secret? If my smell is so potent then surely the others would know that you have a hunter with you.”

Khonshu’s large hand reached out and touched your stomach. He rubbed over the fabric of your dress, thumb caressing you affectionately. His lips parted and his breath trembled as if he were heady with arousal.

“It was always forbidden for blood hunters to exist in our world. Some thousand years ago they were spreading like wildfire, vampires and hunters fucking like rabbits, spitting out the little cretins left and right.” He smirked at you, his eyes twinkling with cruel mischief. “You wouldn’t believe how many people and children burned when we decided to kill them all.”

“We?” You asked, feeling a wave of terror wash over your skin, making your hairs stand out straight.

“Myself, Ammit, Osiris, Horus, Isis, the majority of your ‘gods’ are supernatural beings that have been around for, well, a long, long time.” He sighed. “The blood hunter genocide was a dark time, but it had to be done. Hunters were already dangerous on their own, well-trained supernatural killers that couldn’t be turned into lycan, vampire, or any other sort of unnatural creature. Your blood is immune to the diseases that plague us with our cursed lives.”

“That’s why Marc couldn’t make me like him…” you looked down at your palms, realizing what this meant.

“You’re missing my point here, my little dove,” he said to you in a patronizing tone you despised. “Blood hunters are the children born of a vampire and a hunter, and they’re dangerous because they cannot die as easily as man. They age remarkably slowly, and they can still lure in a vampire the same as you can, with your delicious scent.”

“Why are you telling me this,” you asked, despite already knowing the answer.

He chuckled, “I’m done with this impasse between myself and Ammit. I’m tired of living in this mansion tucked away at the edge of the world.”

As he said that, the place you called home, Khonshu’s mansion came into view over the hill in the distance.

“I was going to take you myself. Plant my seed so deep in your belly you couldn’t walk for weeks, but I wanted to give her the chance to submit before I create a creature as vile as a blood hunter…but it would seem Marc couldn’t contain himself for that long.”

You touched your stomach. You didn’t feel any different, though it had only been a few days, so you shouldn’t feel different. As if he could read your mind, Khonshu answered your burning questions.

“We have an incredible sense of smell, dove, and you have a scent that is designed to draw my kind in. When you’re pregnant that smell changes, and because your scent is so pungent already, even the slightest change is easy enough for us to sense.”

You felt your palms start to sweat, your heart rate rose and the car felt like it was getting smaller. Everything felt loud, the sound of the car rolling over the dirt road as the driver turned onto the final stretch of the journey, your breath coming out of your mouth, and the way Khonshu chuckled at your distress. You wanted to jump out of the vehicle, and for a moment you fantasized about it, opening the door and throwing yourself into one of the trees that you passed, but you couldn’t do that. You didn’t really want that.

“What are you going to do to Marc?” You asked, finally finding the ability to speak once more.

“My sweet girl,” he said just above a whisper, tipping your chin up so you were forced to look him in the eye. “Marc is going to stay in the thirst room until he withers away, and you’ll be dead long before that day comes, so don’t worry your little head.”

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Sleeping Buddies-Steven Grant x Reader

(GIF credit to @marveldaily)

Summary: Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn't know that Marc exists, as well as Steven's odd sleeping rituals.

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it's long

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"Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?" Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?" Marc snapped back.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?"

"You slept in a weird position last night."

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who's name popped up.

"(Y/N)? Who's that? And why are you smiling so much?"

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

'Good morning 😊 hope you're OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! 😡 I can't wait to see you this weekend, I've really missed you xx'

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn't answer. Obviously it's fine if you're busy, but I'm guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you're sleeping well, I'll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx'

"Steven, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?"

"What does she look like?"

"None of your business! Besides, it's all messed up now, innit? Now you're in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don't want to ruin it."

"You've got to tell her at some point."

"I know but-"

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren't in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

"Holy shit, Steven."

"(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?" he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

"Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just...I was starting to worry about you."

"You have to tell me how you picked up this girl."

"Worry? Why would you worry?"

"It's four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn't have time. I've felt so bad."

"No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I'm the one who's been sleeping all day."

"It's a good thing you're not at work today."

"You remembered my schedule?"

"You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you."

"Steven, she's way out of your league."

Steven was slightly offended by Marc's words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn't lay in bed with Steven. They couldn't watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn't the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn't going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

"Can I come in?"

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that's when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

"Steven, what's this?" she asked, not sure how to take it.

"It's...it's for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this," he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,"I put this on the door so I can figure out if I've left the flat."

"You do all this because of your sleep habits?"

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn't see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn't lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn't know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped...somehow."

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

"What? She's not running away? Steven, you've literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she's as crazy as you and me."

"So, you're not running away?" Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him."No you donut. I'm staying, and I'm going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?"

"I will."

"So, I was thinking, since I'm here, maybe I could stay over?"

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don't banc down now, see what he says!

"You're taking too long to answer buddy."

"Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you're OK with my...sleep habits."

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn't ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

"Uh, I'm afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven't had much time to clean up. And I don't have any food for us."

"Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-"

"No, I didn't mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess."

She giggled."So dramatic. Why don't we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?"

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

"Steven."

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn't look impressed.

"Would you stop stressing, you're going to start sweating."

"How can I not stress? You're here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we've never spent the night together."

"Never?"

"No!"

"She seems sweet, she's gorgeous too."

"Oi, don't look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?"

"If she's stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can't do anymore wrong."

"Babe, you want the usual?" (Y/N) called.

"Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you."

"Right, you're going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"Because I love her!"

Steven started to smirk."You haven't told each other yet, have you?"

"No, didn't want to scare her away."

"Again, I think she would have run after the restraints."

"Yeah, you're right. I've faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake."

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven's tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

"You didn't have to do those." He said as he stood next to her.

"You look like you need some help babe. No offence."

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

"Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?"

"I don't know really." they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still."It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself."

"That's terrible. So you've been going through this by yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep."

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have any of your things with you!"

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity."Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't really expecting to stay."

"You can borrow my stuff if you like."

"Is that OK?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I've got a spare toothbrush too, don't really fancy using the same one do you?"

"No, not really. Thank you babe." she leaned over to kiss him."Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you."

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn't deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but shyly smile at her."You look adorable."

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute."If you say so babe. I'm glad you think that anyway."

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven's behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn't seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

"So, things are going well."

Steven didn't reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

"OK, I know you're not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn't sound healthy. You're just sleeping beside each other, it's not like she's expecting you to have sex."

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

"You've got a good one here, Steven. She's in love with you."

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn't he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn't sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn't had a day off yet. He wasn't tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

"Tired?"

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes."Sorry, long day."

"Don't apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want."

"Snuggled up? Really?"

"Aren't you wide awake?"

"Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I've got a night light I can use."

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke."Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen."

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm trying to get rid of the sand. For you."

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back."You don't have to do that. If it helps you then we'll leave it."

"You sure? What if you forget and step in it?"

"It's just sand babe, I can brush it off."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn't want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn't help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

"I love your glasses. You should wear them more often."

Steven chuckled softly."I think I look a bit like a nerd."

"And that's a bad thing? It's cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time."

"Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more."

"You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit."

"You're shattered love. I don't mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway."

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes."Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night."

"Would you want to stay over again?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"I think so."

"Don't feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you."

"Then that's settled then, innit?" he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips."Goodnight love."

"Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn't feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)'s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn't want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn't know how to go about it.

"Relax, for one night."

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn't wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn't panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

"Good morning." Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him."Morning. How did you sleep?"

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

"Better, still not great though."

"That's still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn't use the shackle."

"Oh, I totally forgot about that."

"See? There's some progress already."

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Steven gushed.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed."

"Yeah, well that's because I-" (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it."Because I love you."

Steven's breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven's expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn't feel the same.

"I love you." Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

"I love you." Steven said again.

"I love you."

"It feels good to say that."

"Have you been wanting to say that for a while?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Me too."

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up."Mind if I go have a shower?"

"Course."

As she stood, Steven's eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn't feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn't care if it was on purpose or an accident.

"If you don't join her in the shower, then I will."

[heartsfromjeanee]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: A week before Christmas Jake gets called to go on a mission and promises the three of them will be back by Christmas, but when the day comes, they're still nowhere in sight a/n: I made this set in New York just because it helped fit the story better :)

As every year, Christmas was right around the corner, only a week away, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Christmas was your favorite time of year because of all the joy and happiness it brought with it, and this year would be the first time you would spend it with the boys you love so very much.

Although he never really celebrated Christmas, Marc found your holiday to be spirit to be adorable, as did Steven and Jake. Within the beginning of the month, you had done the most Christmassy activities you could possibly think of, ranging from building gingerbread houses to a Christmas movie marathon.

As you made your way home to your shared flat, tonight you had in mind to attempt to bake cookies with the boys, but as you may your way in, you were confused to hear quick and loud footsteps echoing throughout the house. You knew for a fact that Jake was the one to usually walk louder than the others, but never so fast as you heard now.

“Jake? What are you doing over there?” You called out to him, making your way towards the sound of his stomps.

He had been in your shared bedroom, all dressed up in his gear he usually wore when heading to his cab and a duffel bag that contained his weapons sat on the bed. He had a scowl on his face until he turned to look at you, his expression softening.

“Princesa,” Jake paused for a moment and gulped, knowing you weren’t going to take the news very well. Khonshu assigned him a mission that was ‘too urgent to delay’ and that it was imperative that he left as soon as possible. “I’m so very sorry, mi amor, pero tengo que ir. I must leave.”

Your eyes widened and if it was physically possible you sworn your heart would have actually cracked.

“W-What? Jake, are you kidding? But Christmas is just a week away! Can’t you tell big bird over there to just fuck off for once?” You frowned, looking at him with a mix of sadness and anger in your eyes. Jake’s breath hitched slightly, and his mouth formed a thin line. He was never much good with dealing with others’ emotions and didn’t want to say the wrong thing to make the situation shittier than it already was.

“C’mere,” He stepped closer toward you, sliding his hands around your waist and bringing you in close enough that your chests were directly touching. “Khonshu promised me that the mission should only take me a few days, and then I’ll be back home with you. Quierda, I promise you; I’ll be home for Christmas.” With those words he placed a soft kiss upon your forehead, while a silent tear rolled down your cheek. Jake frowned, sliding his hands away from its place on your waist and moving it up to caress your face, his thumb wiping the tear away.

“Please, please don’t go.” Your voiced trembled as you looked up into his eyes. Jake felt his throat begin to tighten, taking that as the sign that he soon was going to be on the verge of tears, and he didn’t want you to see that.

The room was silent for a moment, and you took that as a conformation that he wasn’t going to back out his decision, so you quickly wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his chest and let out a soft sob. Jake once again wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the top of yours, breathing in your scent which always seemed to comfort him.

After a while of holding, you and letting your emotions out, he finally managed to bring himself to let go of you, leaning down to place a farewell kiss onto your lips. He then moved over to the bed, grabbing his duffel bag, turning back once more to look at you.

“I promise, quierda. I promise you.” He stated once more, which you only responded with a slight nod, not having the strength to muster anymore words to him. Jake then walked out of the room, and you just stood there, until you heard the front door close, confirming he had left, making your heart shatter all over again.

That promise seemed closer to being broken as the days go by. It was now Christmas Eve, where you now sat in the flat alone, curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.

That night you sat on your bed and cried. You yourself thought that maybe you were just overreacting, but you had been looking forward to this month all year, and now it felt as though it was being ripped away from you. You knew how missions for Khonshu went, they were unpredictable. He never seemed to tell the full truth and just manipulated the boys into doing what he wanted. Even though Jake said that Khonshu promised he would be home, you can’t help but think that he might have only said it convince Jake to do his bidding.

Sniffling, you glanced at the clock. 12:02 am. Christmas. No Marc. No Steven. No Jake. Out of spite, you swung your hand at the clock, and it flung onto the floor with a crash, pieces of it scattering on the floor. You grabbed the pillow next to you, which the boys normally slept on, and curled up against it and shut your eyes. You didn’t want a Christmas anymore, you just wanted to spend the rest of the entire day in bed, pretending the holiday didn’t exist.

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Walking home down the streets of New York at 2 in the morning was not what Marc had in mind on Christmas morning. He was cold, tired, and would murder Jake if he could for accepting the dumbass mission from Khonshu if they didn’t share a body.

(Y/N)’s going to hate us, what are we going to tell her? This is so bad, very very very bad. How could we do this!

“We, didn’t do anything, this is all Jake’s fault.” Marc grumbled to himself.

My fault? My fault! Please do tell me, who was the one who accepted being Khonshu's avatar again? You might have as well just let us die if-

“We got out of that deal! I didn’t even know you existed! Steven and I do not work for Khonshu anymore, this, is on you.”

Marc got strange stares from the still many people that were still on the streets this late at night. It was true that New York City really was the city that never slept. After Marcs outburst, the headspace was silent for a while. Marc still had a good 30 minutes before he would reach your apartment and was still trying to think of a way of making up the lost time to you when he got back.

Glancing around at his surroundings, he spotted a man dressed up as Santa, standing with a bell and a bucket, probably for some charity. That’s when an idea sparked in his mind.

Mate, you're not actually going to-

“Shut it.” Marc inturrupted, before taking a deep breath and heading towards the man.

“Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas-” The dressed-up man cheered out before Marc butted in.

“Hello…Santa Sir. Uh, how much do ya think I could buy that costume off of you for?”

“I’m sorry young man but the costume not for sale-”

“100?”

“As I said, not for sale.”

“150.”

“…200 and you’ve got a deal.”

Marc rolled his eyes but pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills out of his pocket.

Buddy, that better not be my money from working the cabby.

Marc handed the money to the man, and then watched as the man took off the jacket, pants, hat, and beard, leaving him with just some jeans and a sweater underneath. He handed the items to Marc.

“You have a kid at home you're trying to surprise?” The man asked out of curiosity.

“No, just a girlfriend that I’m praying doesn’t kick me out.” Marc stated before walking away without letting the other man get another word in. You surely wouldn’t kick Santa out on Christmas, would you?

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Marc entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could and prayed that you wouldn’t still be awake at this hour. To his relief, all the lights were off, signaling that you must have been fast asleep in your bed. Closing the door behind him, he found his way over to the couch and began to put on the costume, fake beard and everything. He then made his way into the bathroom to go check himself out in the mirror.

We look ridiculous.

Ridiculous enough that she might have mercy on us, mate.

Marc let out a sigh, losing any dignity he may have had as he stared at himself in the costume. Now that he had the costume on, he had to grab the present he had for you in his closet. The only problem was that the closet was in your shared bedroom, and he was deathly afraid he would wake you up before he could grab it.

Exiting the bathroom, he made his was over to the bedroom and slowly opened up the door. He frowned at the sight he saw before him. Even though it was dark, he could see the way you were curled up into his pillow, no blankets even on top of you. He also managed to see the clock that used to be on your nightstand scattered on the floor.

He had to rip his eyes away from the scene so he could bring himself to go towards his closet to grab the gift. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until his perception managed to be a bit off and he ended up slamming his side into one of the dressers that had been against the wall.

“Motherfucker!” He yelped out in pain, grabbing his side that had already been bruised up from the mission he had been on.

Within a moment, you jumped up from the sudden noise and turned to turn the lamp on to see what was going on. Your eyes squinted for a moment trying to adjust to the sudden brightness to see the figure standing in your room was…

“Santa?” Your hoarse voice rang out as you tried to comprehend what in the hell was going on.

“Surprise?” Santa said back to you, and in an instant, you knew that wasn’t just any Santa, that was your boyfriends dressed up as him. You had no clue whether you wanted to start screaming and interrogating them for being gone for so long or start laughing at how ridiculous they looked.

Suppressing the smile that threatened to form, you asked while crossing your arms, “Now who’s idea was this?”

Marc walked towards you, “Mine. I know that you were going to be absolutely livid about us taking so long that I thought this might lighten the mood a bit. I spent a ridiculous amount of money on the costume, so please tell me it’s working.”

“I…I am genuinely speechless.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Undecided.”

Marc frowned and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Hey, we did technically keep our promise, it’s Christmas, isn’t it? And we’re home here with you.” He said place a hand on your cheek.

A small smile formed onto your face, and you sighed. “Ok yes technically, but I still wish you had been home sooner. I missed you so much.”

“Believe me, we all missed you more. I could’ve killed Jake for accepting the mission.” After finishing his sentence, Marcs eyes closed for a moment before opening up a bit wider. You could instantly tell that Steven was fronting now. He moved his head towards yours and gave you a sweet kiss before pulling away.

“Oh love, I missed doing that. Oh! Hold on we have a present to give you!” Steven exclaimed and you giggled at his excitement. Quickly, he got up and ran over to the closet, this time successfully getting the gift that Marc failed to do. He walked back over to you with a rectangular box that had a bow on top of it.

“Merry Christmas darling.” He said as he placed the gifts into your hands. You carefully took the top of the box off and revealed the gold necklace that had a circular charm with a crescent moon engraved into it.

“Honey it’s beautiful!” You placed the box onto the bed next to you for moment, and then moved so you could wrap your arms around Steven, “Thank you so much, all of you. I love you all so much.” You mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you as well.

“So…just to clarify, you’re not mad at us querida?” Jake chimed in as he pulled apart of the hug for a moment so he could see your face. You giggled and shook your head.

“No, not mad. Though no one's getting anymore kisses until you take that goddamn beard off, it irritates my face.”

“What don’t you like some facial hair? I think I’d look dashing with a mustache you know.” Jake stated as he began to take off the hat and fake beard.

“Yes Jake, you’ve told us all…multiple times.”

“And I’m still right. You’ll see.”

Jake, you grow a mustache and I swear I’ll kill us all.

Jake, please don’t grow a mustache I would really prefer to stay alive.

You yawned, still exhausted over all your worrying from hours before. “C’mon Santa, get in bed so I can snuggle you…huh, that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d say.”

Jake chuckled, now stripped down to just his boxers. He went to his side of the bed and pulled the covers down, then placing them on top of you both. You immediately snuggled up to his side, craving the warmth his body also seemed to manage to give you on these chilly winter nights.

[starryevermore]

isn’t she lovely ✧ marc spector

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request: Hi! This is my first time requesting and I love how you wrote for our moonboys. I notice a lot of fics have Steven meeting reader working at the museum. I was wondering if there could be a situation for Marc or Jake that has a fluffy meeting the first time because I feel like they deserve that. There could be eventual smut but doesn’t have to. - anon

summary: marc has a crush on the girl he always sees at the café.

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

word count: 1,204

warnings?: fluff, meet cute, not proofread

Marc wasn’t fond of spending time in London. He respected it, knowing that Steven loved the city. Steven had a job he loved, a home he loved. He had a reason to stay, and so Marc didn’t push about moving elsewhere. The one time he brought it up in passing, talking about maybe moving back to Chicago one day, Steven got so tore up that Marc dropped it without a second thought. So, Marc kept his thoughts to himself and tried to figure out a way to make London a tad more bearable. 

That’s how he found this little 24-hour café just around the block from Steven’s flat. It was a quaint, little place. It had plush chairs that you could sink into and take a nice, long nap in (which he sometimes did, when he got back late from a mission for Khonshu). The ambient music that played was oddly comforting. The coffee wasn’t half-bad, either. A tad overpriced, but better priced (and better made) than the shit he could get at the nearest Starbucks. Plus, sometimes, he’d get to see the pretty woman who sat in the corner booth, typing away at your laptop, completely engrossed in your work. 

You weren’t there all the time. There really was no rhyme or reason to when you’d be at the café. But when you showed up, you were there for hours, drinking the same drink. A white chocolate mocha, every time. Always just the one that you’d drink the entire you were there. Some days, you finished it. Other days, you tossed a half-empty cup in the trash on your way out. 

Marc felt something like a freak when he watched you. He didn’t mean to. It’s just…You looked kind. You looked like the kind of person Steven would fall head-over-heels in love with. (And, if he was being honest, you looked like that kind of person to Marc, too.) He couldn’t help but wonder about you, about what it would be like to actually know you. He hoped you didn’t notice. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was some creep. 

He didn’t expect you to come in tonight. You hadn’t come in for over a week. (He was more than a little bit concerned, but he wasn’t sure how to check in on you.) But when he walked in, he saw you sitting in your little corner booth, typing away at your computer. Your head lifted when the bell above the door jingled. Your entire face lit up, a smile stretched across your face. You lifted your hand, waving at him. 

Marc looked around, trying to make sure you were motioning at him. It had to be. It was only you, the barista, and him. 

“Yeah, you!” you said. You had a pretty accent. Marc wished he could listen to it all the time. You waved your hand, motioning for him to walk towards you. “C’mere!”

Marc stumbled forward. His feet felt oddly heavy. What the hell was happening? What…What were you doing? Was this real? Was he stuck in a dream world right now? He slid into booth, sitting on the opposite end of you. A thousand questions were on the tip of his tongue as you pushed a drink toward him, but he didn’t get to ask a single one. 

“Americano, right?” you asked. “I’m pretty sure I heard you order that a few times.”

Marc nodded. “I—”

“Oh, good! I was worried that I got the wrong drink for a minute there. One of my friends always gets an Americano, and I thought maybe I got your order switched with hers. I’d buy you another, of course, if it wasn’t right. Wouldn’t be fair of me to make you drink something you hated, would it?”

Steven would love you. Maybe he should introduce you to him. Or would that be weird? He didn’t know you. He had no right to introduce you to anyone. (Besides, Marc loved you more. When was the last time someone thought of him like this?) 

“And then I worried you weren’t going to show up. I haven’t been here all week, so I wasn’t sure if you were in town. Holiday season, you know? People travel, wasn’t sure if you were that type of person. And then I thought, well maybe he is in town but this is the one night he doesn’t show up. I mean, just because you happen to be here the same days and times as me doesn’t me today would be the same, you know? Anyways, I’m so glad you’re here and—”

“What’s happening?” Marc finally managed to say.

Your brows pinched together. “What? Oh, I’m sorry! Got ahead of myself, didn’t I? I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Marc.”

“Nice to meet you, Marc. Anyways, I got it in my head that since we’re always here at the same time, it would be nice to actually get to know each other, you know? Fellow insomniacs unite, or something.” Panic washed over your face. “Oh, shit. I’m not being too presumptuous, am I? Oh, I shouldn’t have assumed anything! I’m so sorry, if you’d like to go back to your regular business and forget this all happened, that’s totally okay! I’m so—”

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” Marc said.

Your mouth slammed shut. 

“I’m, uh, terrible at small talk, but uh…What do you do? You know, when you’re not hiding out in a café at half-past midnight.”

Your mouth twitched up into a smile. “I think about the cute guy who’s also hiding out in a café at half-past midnight.”

Marc’s heart stuttered in his chest. Okay, Steven may love you if he ever met you, but Marc wanted to keep you to himself. If there was anything that was going to be wholly Marc’s…He wanted this to be it.

“Funny. I think about the cute girl who comes here.”

“A cute guy and a cute girl walk into a café,” you started. “…and, I don’t know. Some funny punchline, I guess. The girl freaks out about his coffee order and the guy totally thinks she’s a freak.”

“I would never think you’re a freak. It was endearing, actually.” Marc swallowed again. He lifted his drink, taking a long sip. “I can’t remember the last time someone just…did something for me. No strings attached.”

“That’s a sad life to live.”

Marc shrugged. 

“Well, every time I come here, I’m gonna get you a drink. Okay? No strings attached.”

Marc paused, a thought popping into his head. He wanted to ignore it, but…Well, it was so tempting. “Actually, I’d like one string attached.”

You raised a brow, waiting for him to continue. 

“I’ll let you get me a drink every time you come in, if you let me to take you out to dinner.”

Your smile grew wider. “Like a date, you mean?”

“A proper date. Fancy restaurant, flowers and chocolates. Maybe a horse and carriage, if I can find one. I mean, this is London, isn’t it? All historical and shit. Someone’s gotta have a horse and carriage business.”

“You know, that would be lovely.”

“Almost as lovely as you.”

[jakecockley]

- y las empanadas? -

✧ pairing: jake lockley x f!reader (main) , marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

✧ summary: jake comes home tired after a long week of work as moon knight and his alters bickering on the way there. but he's heartfelt as soon as he sees his favorite food on the table... and most of all, you in one of his shirts.

✧ genre: fluff/suggestive

✧ warnings: inaccurate depictions of DID/sexual undertone/cursing/nothing hardcore, this is tame

✧ word count: 1.2k

✧ author's note: wooo ok, my third fic let's go. jake calling u spanish nicknames should be its own genre jiji also UM GUYS HELLO ??? THE 1K LIKES ON "your smile, you're everything" ?? IM SIJODFHERUG i am legit screaming guys u have no idea how that made me so happy !! i love y'all sm, ty for all the reblogs and likes, especially the comments :') aside from that, ty @marc-spectorr for the help on coming up with this prompt when i legit have no ideas rn. ur the best, ily !!

(also, hello ?? THE GIF ?? sir please-)

Jake had one hand on the steering wheel, eyes focused on the road as he quietly hummed to a song by Joan Sebastián, which eventually ended and another came on by Juanes.

He liked putting on songs while he drove, especially the ones currently playing. They reminded him of you.

Plus, it relaxed him and he needed a lot of relaxation after all the... well, things he had to do for Khonshu, but not just him of course, Marc, and... Steven, too, Jake supposed. Him and Marc just did most of the fighting and tracking down, and Steven handled the talking, at least, he tried to.

Speaking of the British man...

"Oi, when is it my turn to choose a song, bruv? You've been playing your own for the last 20 minutes. Bit unfair, innit?" Steven huffed, eyebrow arched, looking at Jake through the glass window of the cab.

His alter looked back at him with a groan, lowering the volume of the song, "Te quiero decir una cosa, hermano, your songs are just not as good as mine. Sad but honest truth, eh?" Jake replied playfully, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Marc simply rolled his eyes at the man driving. "Well, I do gotta agree with him, Steven. Your taste is... questionable."

"Oi! That's not true..." Steven mumbled, "(Name) listens to my songs, I consider that a win, mate," he confidently added, crossing his arms defensively.

"She listens to everything, buddy, hate to break it to you."

"Oh! Speaking of (Name), I can't wait for us to see her!" Steven exclaimed excitedly with a smile, turning over to Marc, his hands pressed to his heart cutely.

"It's difficult being away from her for so long, I missed her," he frowned.

Marc chuckled at Steven, who had lovesick puppy eyes. He always did whenever he spoke of you. "Yeah, believe me, me too."

Jake, on the other hand, simply gave a small smile at the two, saying nothing. He was also thinking of seeing you.

He didn't show it much when you weren't around, but he was just as in love with you like his alters. Even with the tiredness he somewhat felt, he still was excited to see you, especially your smile and the way your laugh sounded, like music to his ears. Coming home to you was the only thing he looked forward to.

❨

Eventually, he was home and parked his cab at the usual spot.

Jake grabbed his keys and opened the door to their apartment. As soon as he was in, he noticed the plate of empanadas on the small dinner table the four of you owned.

He smiled warmly at that.

It only grew more when he saw you in the kitchen, barely turning around to see him just as he was taking off his flat cap and hanging it on a coat hook that was by the door. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it as well.

Oh.

He noticed something, though. Were those one of his shirts that you were wearing? Yep, it was. The poor man could feel his pants tighten by the sight in front of him. He smoothed back his curly, ebony locks with a hand, eyes solely focusing on you.

Fuck, he was right. Coming home to you was the best thing.

You squealed his name, going over to him as fast as you could. Although it was super obvious it was Jake, you could always tell the difference between who was who without needing them to speak. All you needed was one look at their body language and bingo. You knew them too well.

"Hey amor," Jake laughed, your arms going around his neck before locking your lips with his, smiling into the kiss. Breaking it off, his lips brushed down to your neck, pressing them against your pulse point, feeling just how excited you were to see him. You pulled away from him with a giggle and gave him a cute smooch on the cheek playfully.

"How was everything?" He asked you, while his eyes roamed over your entire body, specifically admiring the way your legs looked. His large hands placed themselves on your waist, hugging the curves, then low on your hips. He felt the prominent line of your underwear, thumb skimming over it.

It was funny to him. You were in a simple ass shirt and still, you looked effortlessly hot.

You noticed his gaze, his touch, and felt a small shiver go down your spine. Even one year into dating, he never failed to make you feel this way. Damn him.

He smirked and before he could let you answer his question, he replaced it with another. “That my shirt, sweetheart?" His voice low and husky.

You looked up at him innocently and grinned. He would never get over the way your smile brightened up the room. He stared at you, not wanting to look away even for a second. His heart grew twice its size, if that was possible, anyways.

"Maayybe, is that a problem, Mr. Lockley?" You chuckled at him, grabbing his hands that were once on your hips and pulling him to the kitchen. You kept one hand interlocked while the other grabbed an empanada and brought it to his mouth, "This one's of pineapple. Made enough for the three of you. The strawberry vegan ones are in the fridge for Steven."

As Jake took a bite out of the dessert with a chortle, finding it adorable that you even made vegan ones for his alter, you continued speaking. Oh, did he hope you didn't hear his heart beat each second. You had cooked for them, a sweet gesture that he couldn't wrap around his head. For all three of them? Dios, he only loved you more for it.

And bonus, you were in his shirt.

"I think I outdid myself with the empanadas, no?" You smiled up at him, taking a bite as well.

You groaned at the sweet taste. "Oh no, I definitely did!" You looked back at the empanada in your hand, lips stretching up to a grin.

Jake watched you exclaim happily with triumph, to which he laughed in response, the sound deep and rich, "Yes, yes, you did. One of the best I've ever tasted."

Your face lit up in less than a second, "Really? Y-- whoa!" You suddenly found yourself sitting down at the kitchen counter, Jake's grip tight on your hips. Your legs tightened around his waist instinctively. His rough, callused hands roamed down your thighs before hooking themselves on the backs of your knees. He pulled you in further, making your breath hitch in your throat at the proximity. Faces so close, your nose brushed against his.

Jake gave a small smile, mischief dancing in those dark, half-lidded eyes of his.

Your hands settled on his shoulders. One of his own slowly trailed up your inner thigh, wandering underneath the fabric of your shirt, closer and closer to your aching core. You whimpered as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties, sultry lips ghosting over the curve of your jawline, up to your ear. He chuckled softly.

"I think we can eat the empanadas later, mamita."

✧ translation: "te quiero decir una cosa, hermano" = "i want to tell you one thing, brother"

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 21. Praise Kink - Marc Spector

Kinktober Day 21: Praise Kink - Marc Spector x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, fingering, crying, praise kink, dom/sub, squirting, fluff,  nicknames, no use of y/n

my main masterlist 📚 // kinktober masterlist😈 // AO3 Link 

“Just one more baby, you can do it, you’re doing so well”.

Marc’s praises were the only thing you could concentrate on as you were completely and utterly fucked, not even sure you could tell someone what your first name was.

The two fingers that were delved deep inside your warm wet hole, curled into that delicate spot repeating the same motion that Marc had been continuing to do for what felt like forever, drawing out orgasm and orgasm until you were a mewling mess.

“I can’t” you all but sobbed out, completely overwhelmed.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can, it’s only one more and we’ll be done”.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew he had said this with your last orgasm, and the euphoria and praises that he had rushed out to you when you’d screamed and twitched as you came were worth it until you were back to the start again, spending time building and teasing your body.

Marc knew you better than you knew yourself. Knew when you’d had too much, when you needed a break and he definitely knew when you had more to offer as he stared down at your flushed expression, hands desperately gripping the sheets below, eyes closed in concentration, you could handle one more orgasm.

“You’re doing amazing, keep going baby, I can feel you clenching around my fingers”.

He knew that you loved absolutely nothing more than being praised, you could be in the foulest of moods and all he needed to do was whisper how you were his best girl and you were trembling in his arms.

Your thighs began trembling again, the muscles already feeling like jelly from all the stimulation that had been coursing through your cunt from his well-trained fingers. The tightness returned again like a tidal wave, with no build-up, no warning.

It was like floating freely before intense sharp pleasure came in quick pulses, starting in your abdomen and dispersing over your entire body leaving you jolting on the bed, screaming out.

“Just like that, that’s it you're such a good girl”, those last two words were always the trigger words to your pleasure, back arching up even though you were exhausted, his fingers now ceasing in their fucking as you began squirting down his muscular arm with the pulsing orgasmic pleasure.

You were unsure as to how much time had passed since you heard your favourite words, only waking when a hand trailed against your cheek, lips kissing along your temple lovingly to try and stir you awake.

“Marc?” your voice was croaky from all abuse you’d endured when screaming out.

“Hey baby” his voice was calm like it always was, grounding you down when your anxiety began to peak.

“Did.. did I do well?” you asked trying to match his tone but it just ended up with you sounding quiet and timid.

Marc smiled down at you in his arms, “you did so well, I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do it”. You weren’t sure why but your whole body finally relaxed after hearing him say that like you needed to have his confirmation before closing your eyes, a smile settling across your face.

[romanarose]

Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

[atlasscrumpit]

Hiii! If it isn’t a bother to you, can I request for Yandere Marc and Jake with a bratty reader refusing to eat?

Chase

"What if I made your favourite?" Steven suggested as you glared at him.

"I don't want any food, especially not from you." You grumbled making Steven sigh.

"Love, you have to eat sooner or later." Steven said as you turned away from him.

"I would happily starve." You grumbled making him sigh softly.

"Sweetheart, you know what happens when you don't obey us. You don't want Marc to be angry do you?" Steve said as he sat on the side of your bed.

"Do you remember what happened last time?" Steven said as you looked away from him.

"I'll eat if you let me go outside." You grumbled as Steven groaned and rubbed his head.

"Please stop being so frustrating, love. I can't do this again." Steven said as you stood up and backed away from him.

"Yeah? You're frustrated? Must be hard for you, Steven. Must be hard being free, kidnapping someone must be hard!" You shouted as Steven tensed up and you watched, waiting to see if it was Marc or Jake.

You wrapped your arms around yourself until they looked up and smiled.

"Jake." You grumbled as he stood up and slowly walked towards you.

"Come on, puppy. I thought you would be over this by now. Or do you just really enjoy when papi breaks you down?" Jake growled as you narrowed your eyes at him.

You quickly opened the door and ran out as Jake smiled.

"Are we playing tag, little girl?" Jake said before running out into the living room where you were.

"Come on, baby. You know this just makes it even more fun." He said as you backed up against the wall.

"Now, Dove. I'll give you one more chance. Eat your food or papi is going to teach you a little lesson." Jake said as he began to undo his belt.

"Fucking try me." You growled as Jake took off his belt and smiled.

"I was hoping you would say that."

--

"Now, let me ask again sweetheart." Jake said as he towered over you.

You were on the floor panting with tears in your eyes as Jake gripped your hair, making you look at him.

"Are you going to eat?" He asked as you glared at him.

You didn't want to eat, but God you were tired and sick of fighting.

"Fine." You growled before he let go of your hair making you fall forward.

"Good girl, was that really so hard?" Jake said as you slowly stood up.

"Let's just get this over with." You grumbled, stumbling to the kitchen.

"That attitude will be gone soon enough."

[pedroshotwifey]

Badly described WIP poll

Ty for tagging me @nerdieforpedro!! ❤️

Gonna cheat a bit and use some of my idea that aren’t 100% in progress yet

Tags: @kewwrites @princessanglophile @superhoeva @sweetercalypso @survivingandenduring @callachloe @yorksgirl

[you-heard-what-i-meant]

Leap of Faith - Moon Knight

Whoops, it’s been a Hot Minute Decade since I posted.

Here, have some Moonboys finding out F!Reader is pregnant to make up for it!

Leap of Faith - The Moon Boys have three very different reactions to finding out F!Reader is carrying their child. Available on AO3 Here!

Female! Reader, Pregnant! Reader. Angsty Fluff with a Happy Ending. 

Unbeta’d, please excuse any strangeness! 

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You anxiously adjust the two mirrors you’ve set up on the desk near the bed, take a deep breath, and finally take the plunge.

“Hey Steven, have you got a minute?”

Steven’s head appears around a bookcase. “Of course, my love, what is it?”

You smile at his adorable image - a book in each hand, glasses perched half way down his nose, green jumper (slightly too big of course) softening his edges. 

“Can you come here?” You pat the bed beside you, and see a split second of worry warring with expectation pass across his face. He takes a few steps towards you.

“Everything alright, love?” He seems to have forgotten the books in his hands. You reach for them, and when he relinquished them you gently set them aside.

“Yeah, I just want to talk to you for a minute. And, um, are Marc and Jake around?”

Steven is starting to look concerned. His movements are measured as he sits next to you on the bed. He glances at the mirrors you’ve set up on the desk across from you both.

“Yeah, they, um, hang on…” he zones out for a second, then his eyes dart between the mirrors. His worried gaze settles on your face. You glance at the mirrors, but of course only see two slightly different angles of you and Steven sitting on the bed.

“… are they…?” You gesture towards the mirrors.

Steven blinks. “Uh, yeah, they’re here. What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Your gaze flicks to the mirrors again. “Where…?”

It takes Steven a moment to understand, his wringing hands unlock long enough for him to gesture vaguely left then right. “Marc, Jake. Love… You’re worrying us.”

He goes to reach for your hands, but they’re grasped firmly in your lap. His hands drop to his own lap and he dismisses any further thought, too caught up in his steadily growing panic. Jake, however, studies your clasped hands. 

Steven’s leg is jiggling against the side of the bed now, and you're sure he’s picking up on your own nerves as you suddenly start to worry how they’re going to react. He utters your name softly, imploringly, and it gives you the push you need. You take a few steadying breaths, flip the thing in your hand upright and hold it out where all three men can see it. You anxiously focus on Steven’s face. He’s momentarily confused. “…What’s that…?” He studies the rectangular, white plastic stick, takes in the two blue lines in the little window at the centre, and a few seconds later his face goes blank. 

The little bit of excitement you’d been feeling underneath the nerves just withers and fades away. 

“Steven?” His face doesn’t change. “Marc? Jake?” You glance at the mirrors, although of course you see nothing of the other two men. You suddenly feel hollow. Your gaze drops to the stick as your hands fall into your lap taking the offending item with them. your voice comes out weaker than you’d have liked.

“Um, we can talk about it. It’s still really early on so-“

For a split second your fight or flight response is triggered - the arms around you are unexpected, and your instincts are blindsided. Then the thick New York accent filters through the fog in your brain and you tune in to Jake’s reaction. 

“ - a baby? I’m gonna be a daddy? That’s - it’s - darlin’ we’re having a little us!” And as he works to express his excitement, he peppers your face with kisses. One hand moves from caressing your back, to resting on your belly, warm, gentle, protective. His mouth is still opening and closing but now he’s run out of words, and he’s… well he’s glowing. He looks up at you with damp, glittering eyes. You can’t help the grin that splits across your face. 

“Yeah, Jake, we’re gonna be a family.” Then something occurs to you, and your smile falters. Of course Jake reads it straight away. “What’s wrong darlin’?”

You swallow with difficulty. “Where are…? Are Marc and Steven ok?”

A blank expression passes across Jake’s face. Of the three of them, he uses reflections to communicate the least. He prefers to just talk to his alters through their headspace. You wait as patiently as you can.

“Uhhhh… Yeah, Steven is…” his head tilts slightly “… I guess it’s like his brain is rebooting right now. He’s just getting up to speed. Marc is…” he trails off, a slight twist to his mouth. That slight twist is echoed in your stomach. 

“Is he angry?”

Jake’s expression changes immediately. “No! No he’s…” he searches for a word. You try to supply it.

“Upset?”

Jake shakes his head vigorously. “No, Darlin’, no. He’s… freaking out a bit, that’s all. But Steven and I can -“ Jake doesn’t get to finish his sentence before his face completely changes and an English accent starts pouring a jumble of words into the air between you.

“- oh my days, I can’t believe it! Well I can, obviously, I’m not calling you a liar or anything, I swear, but I just - me, a daddy! And you! You're going to be a mummy! Not a mummy like the dead Egyptians, of course -“ 

And his hands are gently touching every part of you he can reach - your face, shoulders, arms, stroking your legs, and finally they hover over your belly. He looks at you almost hesitantly, and you can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up your throat.

“With the things we did that put this baby in me, you don’t need permission to touch my stomach now Steven.” You relish the flush on his cheeks for a few seconds before he’s suddenly, gently, guiding you to lay back on the bed. The flush of embarrassment at your reminder of how you got to this moment is replaced by a flash of pure desire and heat, then almost immediately replaced with a watery-eyed softness. He hovers over you where you lay, propping himself up on one arm as his free hand gently lifts your shirt away from your stomach. You can’t help the flush of pleasure as his fingertips graze your skin, and you can’t hold in the moan it causes. Steven’s eyebrows shoot up. 

“Uhm, I don’t know…” his hand has frozen where it is, and it takes you a minute to trace his train of thought. You smirk. “We can still have sex Steven, ‘til right near the due date. We might need to be a bit creative in the last couple of months but I don’t intend to be giving that up. Besides, some people say you should do it more right before your due date to encourage the baby to arrive quickly.” You watch Steven file that away for later, then he’s back to being mesmerised by your soft belly. His hand gently lowers onto your skin, and you watch the wonder cross his face as he really considers what’s happening here. You can almost hear his thoughts whirling around.

“Oh love…” he sighs happily. It lasts just a few seconds.

You see the change instantly. The tension in his shoulders, the stillness in his face and body. Marc has arrived. He doesn’t move for a minute, and you call for him softly. “…Marc?” 

His eyes flick sideways at you, but otherwise he’s still a statue. The tension radiates from him. His head bows so far down it’s practically touching your stomach beside his hand. 

“I… Baby-“ he flinches at the pet name now “- I’m…”

Whatever it is, he can’t say it. He visibly struggles long enough for you to start feeling that fear again. Finally he grinds out through a broken throat “I don’t think I can do this.” You watch a tear fall from his cheek, feel it hit the sensitive skin of your belly. 

Panic begins to swell in your chest. You know Jake and Steven are fully behind this big step, but if Marc isn’t…

“Why not?” Your voice is soft. He shakes his head slightly. Then he’s sitting up, pulling his knees up and resting his elbows on them as his hands tug at his inky curls almost violently. You slowly sit up beside him.

“I… it’s not like I had the best role models. And… I’m broken, you know? I’m not stable enough. I’m not safe for either of you to be around. I’ve killed people, I still do, even though it’s Jake doing it now, it’s still these hands. And what if I lose it? What if I lose control one day and hurt the kid? What if someone comes after us because of what I’ve done in the past, what we still do now? What about-“ the flood gates have opened and Marc’s terror is pouring into the room. You grab his hands, shake them to get his attention. “Marc -“

His gaze snaps to your face, and he utters in a voice so broken it guts you. “I can’t take care of our baby.” 

He starts to shake his head, and it takes you a minute to realise he’s communicating with Steven and Jake. His murmured words begin to cycle like a mantra. “No, I can’t. I can’t. I can’t I can’t Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t-“ 

And you find yourself grabbing his face. “Marc! Stop!”

His dark eyes squeezed shut so hard he must be seeing flashing lights behind his closed lids. 

“You can. And you know you can because you’ve already raised someone, and they turned out just fine.”

That throws Marc. He looks up at you with watery eyes. “-what? Who?”

You smile softly at him, holding your tears in for dear life. “Steven. You raised him from when you were a child yourself. You sent him postcards from your mum, got him a place to live, a job at a museum that he loved… and you’re not alone are you?”

You can practically see him processing it all somewhere behind his panic. His voice is raw when he speaks. “I don’t want you to end up a single parent.”

You chuckle. “I won’t. This baby is the most blessed child in the world. He’s got three amazing dads. I didn’t even get one. I’m pretty sure that between you, you’ll cover all the bases. And if you ever get worried, you can help each other out.” 

Marc’s gaze moves to the mirrors. It’s a long couple of minutes of watching a silent conversation through Marc’s face before you see his expression finally break, and he slowly turns his attention back to you. The earlier all encompassing terror has now diminished somewhat, a light of hesitant hope in his dark eyes. 

“Okay.”

Your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “Okay?”

Marc’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. “Yeah. Okay. It’s - I mean, I’ve got a great example of what not to do, so…”. He offers a small, self deprecating smile.

Your heart breaks a little. You gently lay your palm against his face. “This baby is going to be the most loved child that ever existed.”

A long sigh deflates him, the tension leaking out of him and leaving him dragging you bonelessly down to the mattress with him. His voice is softer now, muffled where he buries his face in your neck as he mutters in your ear “this baby is going to be the most fucking spoilt child that ever existed, I swear.”

[jake-g-lockley]

Happy Birthday, Loves (Moon Knight x reader) | MK Birthday Special

Masterlist | Spotify Playlist | Want to be Tagged?

Warnings: Marc being a worried lil babe :(, mentions of the boys’ past, nothing else all FLUFF 

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE, LOVELY, ANGEL BOYS <3 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY OSCAR, thank you for bringing my babies to life :)). Moon Knight will always be my favorite superhero and I’ll love my boys till my last breath. p.s. We following the MCU timeline in this so it means that this is set in 2024 :3

Word count: 1.9k 

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Marc was worried. 

He had been pacing back and forth for a few minutes now as Steven and Jake watched nervously from a nearby mirror. He had nearly gnawed his whole thumb off from the constant nibbling. His mind had been racing, minutely nitpicking at all he has done over the past few days, searching for errors. Marc was sure he had been perfect, keeping all his laundry in one place, cleaning the dishes, taking out the trash and all in all, being a good boyfriend. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong Marc, we’ve been through this.” Steven reassured him, although he himself was not too sure, from the way you had been acting all week, distant and quiet.

You have been everything to them, their entire world. Their lives revolved around you, since the day you waltzed into their lives, all smiles and joy. You were their lucky charm, as Jake would usually say and he would rub you down like you were a rabbit's foot until you would giggle and squeal, trying to get away from his grasp. The three of them loved you in their own special way and they’ve all come to terms with the way they felt for you a long time ago, figuring out that it was best to cave and be loved the way you loved them.

Surprisingly, Marc was the one to cave first, followed by Steven and Jake. He had rejected affection for many years of his life, turning down any form of love he was given, once even from a dog.The truth was that he guarded his heart a little too much, afraid to let loose. But when you came along, he found it easy to love, relaxing in the idea that you would not hurt him the way others did throughout his life, so he handed you his heart and watched as you mended it with your own love.

But here he was, pondering whether he should take his heart back, after how you had been behaving for the past few days. You hadn’t called as much, saying that you were busy at work and busy working on a project that had been assigned to you. You were busy before too, but you’d always find the time to call, or even just text, a small little message to let them know that you were okay and that you love them. You hadn’t come to their flat, choosing to go home after your day of work. 

Marc decided that he was going to cave and call you, although Steven and Jake did object at first, saying that you would be busy, but they craved to hear your voice, to hear you say that it was all okay. Steven decided that they could use a little detour to distract you from the main reason why they were calling.

“Heya, love! Happy International Women’s Day!” Steven chimed and you couldn’t help but smile as you wiped icing away from the corner of the cake’s plate. 

“Hi, baby! Thank you.” 

“So, whatchu doing?” Steven cleared his throat and said, making you smirk, knowing he was stalling. 

“Oh, you know, just working, you?” you licked the icing off your finger admiring your handy work before you.

“Just, umm, reading, at home. Listen, darling, we haven’t seen you for a while, is everything alright?” Steven rushed through his words and both Jake and Marc facepalmed in the mirror.

There it was, the question you had been dreading. 

When it came to keeping secrets, you were the worst person on the planet. It would keep you up all night, squeezing your brain and threatening to spill out of your mouth. This time, you were determined to not let it get the best of you. 

A few weeks earlier, you saw Marc’s passport lying on the kitchen counter. You sneakily wanted to take a peak, just to make fun of Marc’s passport photo, with the knowledge that no one looked good in their passport picture. You were spectacularly proven wrong, as Marc managed to look like a male model again, his chiseled jaw and cheekbones somehow popping through his passport. 

But something else caught your eye, something that you hadn’t dared ask the boys in the few months you had been dating them. His date of birth read 9th March 1987, which would mean that he and the boys would be turning 37 in a few weeks. You panicked, slamming the passport close and  hiding the information in your brain, before silently planning what you could do for their birthday. 

You knew Marc was a little sensitive when it comes to details about his personal life. Unfortunately for him, you were now his personal life, and you decided that you were going to make the whole event as comfortable as possible for your boys. But it only made you overthink and you were nervous, choosing to distance yourself from the boys, hoping that they wouldn’t notice. A pang of guilt grumbled at the pit of your stomach at Steven’s tone and you were so relieved that this was finally going to be over. 

“Yeah, everything is great. Hey, wanna come over to my place today, you know, unless you boys have your own plans.” you quickly asked before you could change your mind.

This perked them all up instantly.

“Sure! I mean, we don’t have any plans, darling, we’ll be there!” Steven said quickly, saying his byes and cutting the call. 

“See, told you it's all fine.” Steven nervously chuckled, running a hand through his curls.

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Jake knocked on the front door, sniffing the bouquet of flowers in his hand that he picked up from a florist not too far away. You opened the door instantly, a huge smile on your face and a greeting on your lips. Jake handed you the bouquet and swept you off your feet making you giggle as he peppered your face with kisses. 

“Has my beautiful princesa been working a little too hard?” Jake frowned, cradling you close as you tucked your face into his neck. 

You enjoyed Jake’s coddling. It really made you feel like you were his princess and you knew sometimes he was doing it to show that he was the better of the three but you knew better than to pick favorites. Now he was just doing it because he missed you, missed the way you would say his name in a sing-song pattern whenever you’d see him and shower him with your kindness, a kindness he long wanted. 

“Mhmm, I’m so tired, Jake.” you fake a yawn that was pretty convincing as you arched your back and pushed yourself against Jake, making him look at you with hooded eyes. 

Without putting you down, Jake unwrapped the bouquet and placed the flowers in a vase, filling it with water and setting it onto the table. He then walked you straight to your bed, gently placing you down, removing his jacket and shirt before lying down next to you. You cuddled close, relishing in the feeling of your boyfriend beside you after so long. Soon, you could feel a change in the man’s grip, realizing that it was now Marc beside you.

“Hi, baby,” you said with a smile, kissing Marc’s nose as his eyes fluttered close. 

He pulled you closer and you hooked a leg over his hips as he slowly kneaded your hip. 

“I’ve missed you.” you slurred, genuinely feeling sleepy from the comfort they were bringing you. 

“Missed you too, angel.” he whispered, kissing your forehead. 

The last thing you remembered was Steven softly singing you a song before you let go of yourself and melted against you boys, succumbing to sleep.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Pst, Marc, Steven, Jake, wake up, my loves.” you whispered, poking your sleeping boyfriends’ cheek.

They were cute like this, snoring away with their limbs all over the place, at peace with their emotions. You almost didn’t want to wake them up, your heart pounding as you watch the soft rise and fall of their chest. The body stirred a little so you quickly flicked the lighter open and lit the three candles, poking their cheek once more. Soft, sleepy brown eyes met yours and you could see Marc, his confused face making you giggle as you held the cake in front of him. You could hear the clock strike midnight as realization dawned on Marc’s face.

“Happy birthday, my loves.” you whispered and Marc stared at you as if you had grown horns.

It was completely silent for a while, except for the soft crackle of fire and the sounds of traffic from below. 

“You remembered?” Marc asked softly, his eyes filling up with tears.

No one had celebrated his birthday since he was nine. It reminded him of his heartbreak, his grief and most of all, the loss of his mother’s love. A scar on his tummy was  the last gift his mother ever gave him on that last birthday and looking at it reminded him that he shouldn’t be a person, that his existence was completely worthless. But now he looked at you, the candles casting a soft glow on your beautiful face and he couldn’t help but feel forgiven. You reached out and wiped his tears without a question, without a look of pity on your face as you handed him the plastic knife. 

“Marc, you, Steven and Jake have been everything to me. I love all three of you with all my heart and you have no idea how special you three are to me. My beautiful boys, my days would be sad without you and my nights would be pitch darkness, nothing more than a blanket of stars to coax me to sleep. I love all three of you and you boys deserve to have the best day ever.” you whispered as tears flowed down Marc’s face.

“You didn’t have to do anything…” Marc sniffed.

“But I wanted to.” you said firmly, nodding towards the cake. “Make a wish, my love.”

Steven and Jake were wide awake now too, internally sobbing at your gesture of love and wishing the same thing that Marc wanted, to spend the rest of their days with you. Marc gently blew out the candles and kissed your forehead, looking down to admire your cake. 

“Did you make this?” Marc whispered, his eyes tracing the intricately piped letters that spelled out “Happy Birthday MS, SG AND JL.”

“Yea, I had to abbreviate, your names’ wouldn’t fit.” you frowned at the cake, wondering how you hadn’t just thrown the icing bag across the room in a fit of rage when you couldn’t fit their names on the cake. 

“It's beautiful.” Marc’s small smile was enough to calm you down and you curled a finger under his chin and brought his lips to yours, gently kissing him. 

Marc cuts the cake and feeds you a piece and groans at how good it tastes when he takes a bite himself. 

“Shit, baby, you outdid yourself.” Marc set the cake aside and pulled you into a hug. 

“Do we get 37 kisses for being your boys?” Steven whispers and you smile.

“Hmm, let me do the math, there’s three of you, so 37 times three is 111, so I think one hundred and eleven kisses should seal the deal.” you said, counting with your fingers. 

Suddenly you were pinned down and you squinted up to see Jake looming over you with a small smirk on his face.

“I think it's time to start paying up, princesa, the day only has 24 hours.” you giggled, pulling him down for the first kiss of a hundred and eleven. 

“Happy birthday, sweethearts.” you say between kisses, satisfied that your plan worked just right. 

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The Dark Side of the Moon - Chapter 9: Betrayed

Vampire Marc Spector X f!Reader

Beta Read by @xbellaxcarolinax - Masterlist - AO3

A/N: I've finished writing this series! I'll be posting the final 3 chapters every Sunday for the next 3 weeks!

Chapter Summary

You and Marc are running out of time. You need to come up with a plan...and fast.

Tags/Warnings (for entire fic)

Major Tags/Warnings Major Character Death - Non-con - Dub-con - Violence Minor Tags/Warnings NSFW, smut, Khonshu is human turned vampire, Ammit is human turned vampire, sex with characters other than the main pairing (Marc X f!Unnamed Character - Khonshu X f!Reader), p in v creampie, furniture grinding, scent kink, blood kink, vampire/human relationship, blood drinking, rough sex, oral sex, coming untouched, coming in pants, panty sniffing, angst, fluff, smut, forbidden relationship, secret relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, Marc does NOT have DID Dead Dove Do Not Eat - This means that what you see in the tags is what you get in the fic. If you read the tags and see "non-con" and then see non-con in the fic, don't be surprised!

Word Count: 1.6k

You smelled different since Marc had been with you just the other night, and he felt more drawn to you than ever before. 

Khonhsu must’ve noticed it as well. It was obvious with the change in his attention toward you, especially in front of Ammit. Marc observed the way he held onto your hip so tightly, fingers digging into your side a little more possessively than before. Your scent had changed from that sweet aroma to a warm musk, and Marc couldn’t describe the way it made him feel.

Protective? Possessive? As if he would - without hesitation - tear the limbs off of anyone who thought of harming you even the slightest? It’s not like he didn’t feel this way about you before, but something was different now. He felt a deeper…connection. 

Something else had changed. Marc could see Khonshu paying more attention to him, which made his stomach turn. Did he know? Was he biding his time, toying with Marc until they got back to the mansion? Would he stick Marc in the thirst room until you were dead and he’d never see you again? It was as if all the wind had been punched out of his lungs when he thought about that. Your mortality was always on the back of his mind, but he’d never really considered living without you.

He couldn’t fucking live without you.

“Marc!” Khonshu snapped, forcing Marc to jump out of his thoughts and give all his attention to his master. “Out.”

The word was final, strong, and non-negotiable. Without any sort of acknowledgement, Marc left the lounge, which Khonshu had been using as a makeshift meeting room for his own household while on Ammit’s property. In his quarters, Marc stewed, an anxious poison bubbling in his gut at the thought of what may happen if his fears were justified. What if Khonshu knew about what he’d done with you, and what if, as a result, that night was the last chance he would ever have to save you both?

It wasn’t a matter of if, anymore, it was a matter of when he could sneak off to your room and a matter of how hard it would be to convince you that the two of you needed to get out of there immediately. There were several obstacles, but he thought he could figure them out with your help. The only thing that was for certain was the fact that you both needed to leave as soon as possible.

Marc had expected it would be a little more difficult this time around while trying to get to you, now that Khonshu was certainly suspicious of him, but to his surprise, he had no resistance getting to you at all. He wondered if everyone was busy in preparation for the return home tomorrow. You were awake, jumping out of your bed the moment he climbed in through the window. In a mad rush, you both collided, lips and tongues melting into one another through a series of moans. 

“I have to–” kiss “talk to you,” you moaned, breathing heavily in between each peck.

“Me too,” he rasped, pushing you against the wall roughly. “You smell different,” he growled into your neck.

“I know,” you whispered.

Marc hoped you didn’t feel the urgency in his shaking hands while he pulled his pants down to his thighs. You held onto him tight as he lifted you effortlessly, slowly lowering your body down around his dick. You’d neglected your panties. He wondered if you were expecting him to come to you one more time before you both had to leave Ammit’s home. 

You both exhaled out into the room as your bodies connected. Marc’s thrusting was ragged, and he knew it. He was desperate for you, he could feel it in every nerve ending, this intoxicating need to have you. This new scent of yours was driving him mad, and he couldn’t understand why.

“You have to bite me,” he muttered between thrusts, “and do it hard.”

You looked at him, brow furrowed in confusion. He’d forgotten that you didn’t know much about his kind, other than their need for blood and the fact that they could live forever. Khonshu was careful about how much he told you and the other livestock in an effort to keep you ignorant and obedient.

“Khonshu is suspicious,” he breathed, “I don’t want to turn you but–”

Marc was cut off by the sharp pain of you biting hard into the side of his neck. He groaned as he felt the skin break. It wasn’t often that Marc felt pain, he liked it though, particularly while his cock was buried deep in your warm cunt. He sighed out a moan, completely engulfed in a feeling of pure pleasure while you drank from him. His hips started rolling harder, as if they moved on their own, basking in the feeling of the agony and ecstasy melting as one.

“Mm, yeah honey, just like that,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck and trying to keep himself from tearing into your skin as well. 

He could tell you liked the taste based solely on the fact that you were moaning more than usual while you licked at his skin. You shuddered, walls clenching around him as he pushed deeper, fucking into you harder.

“M-Marc, oh-my…”

Your breath caught in your throat and you tilted your head back to rest against the wall while he moved even faster. His orgasm came rushing through his body, hips stuttering until they were flush against yours, cock throbbing and spilling into your gushing cunt. You moaned so loudly Marc thought you might get caught so he clamped his palm down over your bloody lips.

It took several moments of holding you there before you both had calmed down enough for him to lower you to the ground. You wiped your lips and stared at him wide-eyed as if you couldn’t believe what had just transpired.

“God, I didn’t mean to bite you so hard, I’m sorry,” you said, reaching out to touch where you’d bitten his neck.

He chuckled, “don’t worry, I heal pretty quick.” He touched the wound. “Besides, we can call it payback for all the times I’ve tried to sink my teeth into you.” Marc pulled his pants back up around his hips. “How are you feeling?”

He tilted your head this way and that, looking for any indication of change. He didn’t understand. Your pupils weren’t dilated as he’d expected them to be, and you didn’t feel feverish to the touch. Turning a human didn’t take long, at least not from what he recalled. 

“I don’t feel different,” you said, a hint of worry in your voice.

“Of course you don’t, little dove.”

Khonshu appeared, like a villain in a movie, sliding in through your bedroom window and striding over to Marc. He grabbed Marc by the throat before he even had a chance to react, holding him high while keeping his eyes locked on yours. Marc held onto Khonshu’s forearm, choking and gasping, trying desperately to keep himself from losing consciousness.

“Sir, please!” You yelled, louder than Marc had ever thought your voice could go.

Khonshu dropped Marc on the floor, leaving him gasping and struggling to catch his breath. Marc could see you backing up into the corner in terror but knew it would get much worse for you both if he tried to stop Khonshu. It was obvious he valued you above any other cattle and wouldn’t kill you, but Marc didn’t doubt Khonshu’s ability to make the rest of your life a living hell if he chose to.

Marc watched as Khonshu grabbed your arm roughly and forced you to the bed, bending you over the mattress. You were brave, Marc noted, hardly making a sound above a quiet whimper while Khonshu pulled your dress aside and stuck two of his thick fingers into your cunt, still slick from before.

“Just as I thought,” he spat through clenched teeth, pulling out his fingers only to reveal Marc’s cum dripping from them. “Marc,” he said as though scolding a child, “to think that my own knight would betray me so. I saved you, Marc Spector, or did you forget?!”

You turned over now, scrambling to put some distance between yourself and Khonshu.

“I didn’t forget,” Marc managed to say as he fought to control his breathing. “But you can’t keep her in a cage like an animal, you can’t keep tricking innocent people into your bullshit cult.”

Khonshu sniffed out a laugh, “and why is that, Marc? Hm? Is it because she smells so good that you’ve changed your attitude toward the cattle trade? Because until I brought her home you didn’t seem to take issue with a free food supply.” He stormed over to Marc.

Marc kept looking to you for a change in your appearance, even the slightest shift in your posture, but nothing changed. You still looked the same as you did on the day he first saw you.

“Why didn’t it work?” Marc asked coldly, looking up at Khonshu from where he still knelt on the floor.

“I know you’re young, Marc, but you’re not a fool.” Khonshu walked over to Marc and grabbed the collar of his jacket. The door to your room burst open to allow several of Khonshu’s guards in. Before they whisked Marc away, Khonshu leaned in to whisper in his ear, “you know our blood only works on humans.”

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Communicating-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

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Summary: After a hard day, all (Y/N) wants to do us rant to her boyfriends. But Marc ends up making things worse, and becomes jealous of Steven who seems to solve everything.

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

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(Y/N) was frustrated, and that was putting it lightly. She had the worst morning at work, despite only being in for half a day, then when she went to her friend's birthday lunch, all two of the girls could do was argue with each other; turns out, one of them had been sleeping with the other girl's boyfriend, so the argument was justified, except for when they began to get physical with one another. In fact, the whole week had been going downhill for her.

She could crashed on the sofa as soon as she got in the flat. Dragging her feet along the floor, she mumbled a hello to the two fish, before throwing herself back onto the sofa. As she kicked off her shoes, she heard the bathroom door open, Marc walking out. She knew who was present now, but it was incredibly confusing a few months ago.

"Woah, what happened to you?" Marc asked as he approached her.

She didn't like how he worded that."You could just say hello and ask how I am."

"I just did."

"No, Marc, no." Steven could already see this going bad.

(Y/N) huffed, rubbing her eyes."I've had the shittiest day. So my manager had a go at me because I was working a half day, she called me selfish and not a team player, even though she was happy to book it off for me all those weeks ago. Then I was relieved to go meet up with the girls, thinking we would have a lovely meal together. But nope. Turns out Lisa has been sleeping with Erika's boyfriend, and it may as well have been WWE in that restaurant. And just this whole week really. Everyone has been negative, nothing is getting done. Urgh, it's just been a lot."

"Well, it's done now."

Marc didn't mean to sound blunt, he was genuinely having a normal conversation. However, (Y/N) took it the wrong way.

"What's wrong? Has something happened whilst I was out?"

"What? No? Why would you ask?"

"Your tone, it's just very sharp right now."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"Babe, you didn't even say hello when I came in."

"Neither did you."

She huffed."Whatever."

"What have I done wrong?"

"Are you listening to yourself Marc?"

"Nothing. Look, I'm just upset about the day I've had."

"Then leave it at the door, it's done now."

"Maybe I should take over-"

"Marc! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Marc was genuinely confused, growing angry over something so little."What I meant was just forget about it! It's happened, you're home, there's nothing else you can do."

"You don't have to sound so cruel about it! I just wanted to rant to you, get all my feelings out. Instead you've just pissed me off even more."

She stood from the sofa, throwing her handbag to the floor as she made her way over to the bed. Stripping herself of her coat, (Y/N) said nothing as she laid down, curling up into a ball facing away from Marc.

"Look what you've done."

"Me?!" Marc harshly whispered, whipping around to face a mirror where Steven was glaring back."What the hell just happened? I don't know what I've done!"

"Let me take over, it will be better if I handle it."

"No, I'm going to deal with this, I don't need your help."

Before Steven could argue back, Marc approached (Y/N), sitting on the edge of the bed. Although he was determined to sort this, he didn't know where to start.

"Do...do you want a hug?"

(Y/N) rolled over to look at him in disbelief. He had no clue what he had done or how to comfort someone.

"Marc, you're going to make this worse if you keep talking."

"What's with the attitude?"

"I'm not your teenage daughter Marc, speak to me like an adult, like your girlfriend."

"I'll speak to you like an adult when you act like one."

"Mate."

Now Marc knew he had fucked up. (Y/N) shook her head, he saw the tears begin to fall. She rolled back over, her voice snappy as she spoke.

"Go away Marc."

That didn't mean for Marc to physically leave the flat. That meant she wanted him gone and Steven to be with her instead. He hated when she did this. It made him feel invalid. She never told Steven to go away. But he was angry, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the situation.

Steven quickly took over, quicker than expecting, gasping a little when he had the control. He had to pick up the pieces, something that annoyed him. Marc had to learn.

"(Y/N)?" he softly said, he was so different to Marc."Love, do you want to talk?"

When she didn't move, Steven cautiously moved closer, slowly lying down behind her, spooning her as he wrapped one arm around her. He kissed her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake as she started crying.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?, has something besides today happened?"

"No, it's a mix of things." (Y/N) cried, gripping onto the arm wrapped around her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"He'll be listening."

"Who? Marc?"

"It's just...it's not just him, for starters. Yes, this week has been hell. Honestly, coming home to you two is always great, it's been such a relief. But Marc just has to ruin it. I can't say anything without a remark, or if something annoys me he has to quip back. I get you're two different people, but after days like these I just want to get my feelings out of my system and cuddle. Marc doesn't get that."

Marc was listening to everything she said. He felt like a dick. He understood why (Y/N) always wanted Steven when she was upset. It was true that he was better at handling it. It hurt that he was the reason she was crying though.

"You know he cares about you right? He might not be as soft as I am, but he does."

"I know, and I feel bad for saying stuff like this. It's how I feel though."

"Dont feel bad, you're expressing your feelings."

"I can't help it. Especially after all you guys do, you don't exactly want to come back from a fight to listen to your girlfriend complain about her normal life."

"Yeah, sometimes the bad guys are easier."

She let out a little giggle. Steven smiled at the sound.

"He's so mad at me, I can feel it." (Y/N) sniffled.

"No, he's never mad at you."

"Yes he is, Steven."

"I would use the word annoyed."

"I guess that's a little better. Do you see him when he gets angry? He looks like he wants to shout and scream at me."

"I do?"

"I'm not scared of him, I know he's not going to hurt me."

"I would never."

"I hate arguing with either of you. You're just easier to resolve with."

"I think you two should talk."

"Not yet, please. I need a moment."

Steven agreed, letting them lie in silence together. He always wanted (Y/N) to be happy, it hurt him so much to see her cry. However, Marc had to step up and take responsibility for these arguments; Steven feared that Marc would push (Y/N) away if he didn't change.

"I need to speak to her."

"Not yet." Steven mumbled back.

"Hm?" (Y/N) perked up."Is that Marc?"

"Yeah. He wants to talk."

"That makes a change." she winced at her tone."Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh."

"Maybe you should talk now. He's really regretting what he said."

(Y/N) thought for a moment. She was nervous to speak to him. Although she knew they would make up and put it behind them, she wasn't in the mood to start crying again. Slipping out of Steven's hold, she sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest. Wiping at her wet cheeks, (Y/N) sighed.

"OK, let me speak to him."

Her gaze was elsewhere as they switched. The bed shifted beside her, Marc now present and looking unsure.

"I'm sorry for my tone earlier. I don't realise how much I sound like a douchebag at times. And you know Steven is the total opposite of me, you two have never argued."

"I understand that's how you speak sometimes. But I had a hard day and it really wasn't what I wanted to hear."

Marc cautiously inched closer."I know. I'll work on that, I promise. Steven is just so much better at being sympathetic. I never want to see you in a state like this, it pains me. I'm...I'm just crap at consoling people. Which I then get annoyed about because I can't do anything to help."

"I appreciate you trying though Marc."

"You know I love you, more than anything else in this world."

"I know. And I love you just as much. I'm also sorry."

"For what?"

"For always dumping my negativity on you. I could come back a bit happier and also make sure you've had a good day before letting it all out of my system."

"That's what we're here for though. Each of us support each other. And how many times have I come back to you bloodied and bruised up?"

"More times than I would like."

He placed a gentle kiss to her cheek."Are we friends again?"

She looked at him with a smile."Friends."

They kissed, and it was so sweet. (Y/N) got up onto her knees, hugging him close. They needed to speak about this.

"Can we lie down together now?" Marc mumbled into her shoulder.

Without saying anything, (Y/N) fell onto her back, pulling Marc down with her. They laughed as they adjusted into a more comfortable position, both content. Steven was smiling to himself, Marc could be a softie sometimes.

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Snowy Nights

Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: As the snow fell down outside, you and Marc cuddle up by the fireplace getting ready to have a cozy night in.

“Marc! What’s taking you so long?” You yelled out from the couch. As snowed outside, you felt as though it was the perfect night to sit by the fireside and watch some Holiday movies on TV. The thing was you had already been sitting on the couch by yourself for ten minutes and you wanted your boyfriend next to you to snuggle.

“Hold on Babe!” Marc shouted from the kitchen and then a moment later he appeared into the living room. He had to mugs in his hand that as he got closer, could instantly smell that they were cups of hot chocolate. “Made us some hot chocolate to warm us up.” He smiled while he situated himself down next to you, handing over the cup he made for you.

“Have I ever told you that you're the best boyfriend ever?” You complimented before taking a sip hot the sweet drink. The minute the liquid hit you mouth your eyes widened for a moment, not because it was hot, but because of the distinct taste of alcohol that took you by surprise.

“Did you spike the hot chocolate?”

Marc looked at you with a mischievous smile. “Yep, my own special concoction.” He took a sip of his own drink and let out a refreshed sigh. You furrowed a brow at him.

“If I remember correctly last week when you had that nasty hangover you were never going to drink again?” You teased, taking another sip of your drink.

Marc shrugged, “Hey, God hates a quitter.”

You laughed and snuggled up closer to him, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you.” You spoke softly, staring into his deep brown eyes.

“Love you too honey, but if you keep staring at me like that then we might just have to call it quits on the movie and go straight to the bedroom.” He flirted, a subtle smirk on his face.

You quickly leaned away from him and grabbed the remote that was next to you, then faced the TV. “Nuh uh, not until we watch The Grinch first.” You started to scroll through the TV services to pull up the movie.

“I thought you had watched that with Steven last week?” Marc asked curiously.

“Hey it’s my favorite!” You retorted, pressing the play button on the screen and watched the movie start to roll up. “Now if you sit through this with me without complaining then maybe I’ll treat you to your own private little show later.” You glanced over at him with a smirk, watching his eyes light up at the idea.

“......You know did I ever tell you how much I love this movie? It truly is a classic.”

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hello! can i request a fem! reader where she woke up from a really bad dream? and can you do it with marc spector? thanks !

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request: hello! can i request a fem! reader where she woke up from a really bad dream? and can you do it with marc spector? thanks ! - anon

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

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warnings?: brief mention of marc’s abuse, mention of nightmare, not proofread, 

Marc Spector was a notoriously light sleeper. If anyone ever asked about it, he would say it was because of his time in the military. But, if he was being honest, the light sleeping started long before that. People, the very, very few people, who knew about his mother, would wonder if it was because of her. In some ways, it became worse because of her. But, no, it started long before her, too. No, Marc was a light sleeper because of his brother. His sweet, baby brother whose nights were plagued with nightmares, who would crawl into his bed in search of comfort, who believed there were no dangers in the world that Marc couldn’t keep him safe from. Even after all these years, Marc could wake at any bump in the night, ready to defend his brother from whatever he was scared of. 

Nowadays, though, all that meant was that Marc woke up every few minutes because of the noisy traffic down in the streets, the thumps and bumps of his neighbors, and, occasionally, Steven’s precarious piles of books toppling over, and all those sounds in between. Except, well, sometimes, it didn’t. Sometimes, Marc was called upon to defend those who succumb to the terrors of nightmares. 

When you began tossing and turning, Marc was awake in an instant. He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows, trying to assess the situation. Were you just trying to get more comfortable? Had he accidentally taken your half of the blankets? Were you about to wake up to go to the bathroom or maybe to get a midnight snack? But, then he saw the way your face pinched, the thin beads of sweat, how your breathing was more panicked.

He gave your shoulder a gentle shake, trying to pull you from whatever horrors haunted your mind. You pulled away, your face screwing up more, until another shake finally yanked you out of your nightmare. You woke with a gasp, eyes darting around the room before finally settling on Marc’s worried face gazing down at you. 

“What happened?” you mumbled. 

“You were having a nightmare,” Marc said. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Wanna talk about it?”

You were quiet for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip, before saying, “I was dreaming that Khonshu made you go another a mission, but you didn’t have that healing power anymore, so when you got attacked—”

You choked on a sob. Marc was quick to gather you in his arms, pressing your face against his chest, rubbing your back. “Shh,” he whispered, “it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here.”

He held you, cradling you against his chest, until your cries quieted into sniffles, your breathing returning to normal. When he was sure you were calm, he asked, “Do you want to try to go back to sleep again?”

You shook your head. 

“Okay. How about we put on a movie and watch that until you’re ready to sleep again?”

You bit on your lip, before nodding. “Can we talk The Devil Wears Prada?”

Marc smiled slightly. “We can watch whatever you want. I just want you to feel safe from your nightmare.”

And he meant every word.