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You're Saving Me / Steven Grant and Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: you had almost died, something Marc and Steven hoped would never happen because of them. You want to show them that you're okay and how much you love them.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS! not much. A little bit of angst (mentions of the reader almost dying, moon bois being heartbroken and emotional, mentions of violence and blood), mostly fluff, and brief mentions of smut (mostly loving and intimate, ass-grabbing, gentle hair-pulling, praise, unprotected p in v, fingering).

Author's note: inspired by James Arthur's song Avalanche, listened and got some inspiration to write it! I didn't intend for it to be as long and smutty as it came out but I regret nothing 😂😜 Enjoy loves. Liking, reblogging, and commenting help me out.

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You had almost died.

They had almost lost you for good, the only thing keeping them sane. They couldn't quite put their finger on when things had gone wrong and when you had been put in danger. One minute you were safe in another area from them, and then you were in front of him with a gun pointed at your head. It had all happened so fast, too fast for either of you to register what was happening until too late. You'd never been in serious danger before but weirdly you knew deep down that your boyfriends wouldn't let anything happen to you.

They had saved you, of course, but not without you receiving some bruising and cuts. Every time one of them caught a look at you when your injuries were visible, they would stare at them with such sadness and guilt. You had tried to console them, and let them know it was okay. But Steven was too broken about it and Marc felt far too guilty to barely come near you. Countless late-night conversations and words of praise made no difference in changing their minds about their guilt of you being in danger and accidentally getting hurt. That's all it had all been, an accident that wasn't their fault but they refused to see it that way.

It had been a week since it all happened and Steven refused to front and Marc was being incredibly distant with you. To begin with, you felt angry and needy but you quickly realised that they were hurting on the inside. They were punishing themselves for "letting" you get hurt, feeling they were responsible for it. You pushed your own feelings aside and realised that you needed to put them at ease and show them that you were okay.

You walk over to where your phone is plugged in, charging, and shuffle your playlist. Marc was sat on the couch staring off into the distance at nothing in particular as you walked back over to him, standing in front of him. Seeing him so down and deflated, hurting deeply, broke your heart. You wanted to help take that pain away in whatever way possible you could. He watched as you gently grabbed ahold of his hands, pulling him up from the couch. He was larger than you so he had to help you pull himself up, showing he was intrigued by what you were planning. Avalanche by James Arthur played, one of your favourites.

You settle in the middle of the room, just behind the couch. Marc closes his eyes with a sigh as you place his hands on your waist and wrap your arms around his neck. Your bodies gently sway to the music as you lay your head on his chest, his cheek settling against the top of your head. You move your hands down to hold the middle of his back, fingers gripping the material of his t-shirt. Marc relaxed slightly into you, pulling your body as close to his as he could. His breathing shaky as his lips press against the soft skin of your forehead. You could practically hear his mind running wild with thoughts, dark thoughts that are very Marc whenever something bad happens.

I'm a mess, don't know what I would do without you.

I could cry, leading you down the same old road.

Without needing to clarify what you meant, you say, "stop. Stop thinking about it." Marc bitterly chuckles, always baffled how you could read him like a book. Always knowing exactly what he was thinking without a word needing to be spoken, he loved you for that. You had taken the time to get to know him and Steven without judgment or worry, you had accepted them as individuals and together. He, they, had almost lost the most important person in their life, the person they were madly in love with. Tears begin clouding his vision as he watches you lift your head to look at him, a look of such love and contentment staring back at him.

"We should have, I should have protected you better-" you shake your head to silence him, your hands taking a hold of his cheeks as the tears begin to flow. "It is not your fault, neither of your faults. Stop saying that, please. I do not blame you one bit for what happened, I'm so thankful that neither of you got seriously hurt or worse." You feel your own tears begin to form, wanting to take away their pain. You hoped words of affirmation and love would encourage them to feel less guilty about what happened, and come back to you. And hopefully to coax Steven to front finally.

Under this avalanche with you,

Avalanche with you

I feel the world collapsing down,

But after all that I've been through

Long as I'm with you

Nobody can hurt me now

You pull Marc in for a kiss, needing to show him that you loved him and Steven unconditionally, and didn't blame either of them for what happened. "I love you, both of you so much. And I wouldn't trade any of this for the world, no matter what happens. Nothing could make me stop loving you and Steven, okay? I need you to stop feeling guilty for what happened because I don't blame either of you." Marc's lips crash against yours suddenly, surprising you and eliciting a gasp from you which quickly turned into a moan. You were grateful that he was finally showing you affection after almost a week of nothing, neither realising just how touch-starved they really felt.

You're saving me, say to me

I'm not alone

Marc grabbed the back of your thighs, just under your ass, and uses his strength to lift you up. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist as he carries you to his bed, your back softly being placed on the mattress. Marc pulls his shirt off and throws it on the floor somewhere and crawls slowly on top of you, his lips returning to yours. You both moan into one another's mouths, hands exploring each other's bodies feverishly. Marc's lips attached to your neck, sucking and licking, leaving marks (no pun intended) in his path. Your hands fisting his hair and pulling gently, knowing he liked it, eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrated into the sensitive skin of your neck.

Piece by piece your clothing disappeared, both naked in no time. Your moans and gasps spur him on to continue what he was doing as he travels down to your breasts. Marc uses his free hand to softly run a trail down your stomach to the place you needed him most, small goosebumps forming in his path. His fingers slowly draw circles on your clit, "damn baby, you're so wet." Marc groans as his lips return to yours, your juices coating his fingers as he moves them down to your clenching hole. His fingers pump inside you, taking his time to tease you but in the best way possible.

"Marc I need you, please." you whimper, his fingers curling to hit that sweet spot inside you that had you rolling your eyes back in pure pleasure, it was too much and not enough at the same time. But, you wanted Marc and Steven inside you more. "Fuck." Marc groans, your whimpers and moans are like music to his ears. He couldn't deny you of his cock even if he wanted to, his want to bury himself as deep inside as he could was too strong to ignore. He took himself in his hand and pumped a few times, already hard, and lined himself up with your entrance. He looked down at you for approval, your nod was all he needed as he entered you slowly.

You both gasp at the overwhelming feeling and pleasure of him filling you, each inch created a delicious burn as he stretched you open. Your head lulled back against the pillow as Marc moved his arms to either side of your head, he wanted to be as close to you in all ways possible. Marc wasted no time as he started to thrust inside you, creating a slow but rough rhythm. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure took over your body, consuming you whole. You spread your legs open wider for him to slot himself closer to you, his body pressing against yours. His forehead came to rest against yours, your gasping breaths mixing together.

The room was filled with the sinful noises of your skin slapping together and the bed squeaking in protest. It was one of the most beautiful things Marc had ever heard, the proof of your lovemaking and adoration for each other. Marc couldn't understand how he'd gotten so lucky with you, both he and Steven felt their souls were damned for the life they chose. And yet, here you were, pinned underneath his body as he made love to you in the dimly lit room. He didn't know what he'd done to deserve you, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

The pace changed, as did Marc's body language. He slowed right down and held you gentler, tighter to his body. If that were even possible. You turn your head as your boyfriend moves to look down at you, his hips not stopping. Steven. The way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world gave that away immediately, you'd learnt over time to tell who was who. It was like second nature to you now, and they appreciated that so deeply. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm sorry I was, fuck, gone for so long." He whispers breathless, groaning as you clench around him.

"That's okay... You're here now." You whimper, pulling Steven down by the kiss for a kiss, it was long overdue. Steven moaned loudly as your lips crashed against his own, hands trying their best to hold himself up. Your body was on fire, a burning pleasure searing through you from head to toe. You wanted him as deep inside you as your body would allow, needing him so desperately to fuck you as deep and passionately as he could. You reach your hands down his body and grab his ass, pushing him into you further as he thrusts forward. Steven groaned loudly as the new sensation of filling you to the literal brim, sent his body into overdrive.

"Fuck, im not gonna last much longer love." He groaned into your neck, feeling his balls tighten at an ever-growing rate. You nod, "I'm close too." Whimper as he hits that delicious little spot inside you repeatedly, his pelvis rubbing against your clit perfectly every time. You moan loudly as Steven's thumb rubs your clit, pulling his hips back slightly which gives you both a new angle to moan at. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, the pressure building and getting stronger. You became breathlessly in the noises you made, your head was thrown back with your eyes closed.

Your toes curled against his back, your legs having moved there at some point, "fuck baby, you're clenching me so hard. So tight, you feel so good." The words threw you over the edge, a cry leaving you as the sensation exploded inside you. Your pussy clenched impossibly tight around Steven's cock, your body writhing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled you. Steven continued to ride you through your high, his own orgasm following closely behind. He came harshly with a loud groan into your neck, fucking you both through it. "Fuck! I love you." He whimpered, his body collapsing a top yours as you both tried to catch your breaths.

"Mmm, I love you too." You smile with contentment, your body relaxing and lulling you to a peaceful place. Steven pulled out of you as gently as he could, smiling as you protest with a pout at the emptiness. He returns moments later with a warm wet washcloth, wiping you as gently as possible. Your body squirms, your pussy sensitive yet still clenching as he touched you. You whore. Steven throws the rags somewhere on the floor and gets under the blanket, pulling you under with him. He drags your body as close to his as possible, not wanting to spend another moment away from you again.

"I love you, Marc." You mumble sleepily, your body too relaxed and exhausted to fight the tiredness. You would talk to them both tomorrow about everything, right now you were basking in the love and affection from your boyfriends. Marc smiles down at you as he gently strokes your cheeks and the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is, "I love you too, baby." He loved you more than you'd ever know.

Marc and Steven lay there silently in their fucked-out blissed state with you curled into their chest as you drifted to sleep, your arms holding them tightly. As Steven stared down at your peaceful figure, feeling safe and loved enough to stand by them no matter what, they made a pact together. "You're saving me, saving us and you don't even know it." He whispered gently to not wake you; you're everything and more than they wish for in a loving partner, and they couldn't imagine a life without you. They vowed from that moment on, that they would do anything and everything to keep you safe from harm's way if they could help it. You were it, their everything, and the thought of you being taken away from them broke their heart. Together, they vowed to love and protect you with all of their beings, even if it killed them.

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