#Moonknight x you

[moonknixght]

Fooling Steven Grant HCs [afab reader]

CRAZY CONCEPT but just hear me out wc: 760

⋆ The whole thing started the night Steven came over after an extra shift-- to see you peeling off a transparent mask that stuck to your skin. Naturally, It didn't look like a face mask, but instead more like an actual layer of skin.

⋆ Obviously Steven isn't dumb enough to think that it's actually your skin…

"Does this brand of mask hurt when you're removing it?"

Unless….

⋆ ..Unless you've seen countless trends of people playfully gaslighting their boyfriends about 'shedding' after periods. And obviously, this was too good of an opportunity to give up.

⋆ "What mask?"

"Th-? The one you're taking off right now, love."

"Steven… that's not a mask.."

"Wh-"

"It's skin! I'm doing my monthly shedding."

⋆ Oh the confusion in his face was palpable. At first it was like, 'You're joking, right?' kind of bewilderment, denoted by the dopey smile on his face while his brows knitted in confusion.

⋆ but that declined into actual confusion and surprise when he noticed your expressions didn't have any sign of goofing off. Only you were aware of the struggle of holding it together.

⋆ "Girls don't.. shed.. do they?"

"They do, Steven."

⋆ You could almost feel bad for him. But your reassurance kinda made him back off for a bit and retreat back into the bedroom. You were disappointed that he didn't have a crazy reaction.

⋆ But boy were you in for a treat when you came back to the bedroom. Of course, Steven, was obsessively scrolling through his phone, eyes concentrated on the headlines but as soon as he noticed you step in..

⋆ "Doesn't say anythin’ about shedding, does it? No."

He sooo proudly showed off the phone screen to you, but you already saw this coming. You knew Steven like the back of your hand, of course he was going to try sass you.

⋆ "Yeah.. that's because it's a secret. We don't really say it to all men. Because of like.. the salem witch trials. Imagine if everyone found out that women can shed skin like a snake."

⋆ He was going to call it ridiculous, but you somehow made sense, in a very, very odd way. But That didn't mean he was completely going to trust you on this yet, even if he loved you to the end of the world.

⋆ "But what about the men that know? Like.. me."

⋆ "Think about it Steven, I wouldn't be making this so obvious if I didn't trust you enough to hold this huge secret." (that was the first truth in a bed of lies, you did trust Steven with alot of things)

⋆ The best part was that you can see his brain short-circuiting. Steven is one of the most smartest people you know, so seeing such moments is very very special

⋆ Now the thing is, practically, he has small social circle, Which means the people he can ask this to is also minute. Obviously he cant ask this to Donna!

⋆ He's tried Marc but Marc is kinda gullible, the moment he broke this to him, Marc believed it because it wouldn't make sense why you'd lie?

⋆ Surely Jake can help! He's been involved with many women before, right? That's what he claimed. Anyways, Jake admits that it's true. Because god forbid Jake loses a chance to fuck with Steven

⋆ Layla came around the other day, and his mistake was asking her right infront of you. All you had to do was to show Layla the 'look' behind Steven's back, and she caught on easily

⋆ "You told him?" Layla said, just as Steven noticed that she was looking at you

⋆ but that was the nail in the coffin; Steven actually believed that women shed their skin

⋆ It was a quiet month after that incident, that even you forgot about it; until you got your period again and by the end of the week, he actually showed up with moisturizers and sweets because "It looked like it hurt to peel a layer of yourself off" :(

⋆ Steven, your sweet summer child, had bought you care products because he actually believed what you said

⋆ Obviously after that, you let him in on the actual secret that it was just a transparent mask sheet and his immediate reaction was rejoicing that he was right

"I wasn't going crazy then!! Women don't shed!!"

⋆ The absurdity of that sentence was just amazing, that you couldn't help but laugh and subsequently, it makes him laugh too

⋆ Ending the night (and this horrendous lie) by sharing the chocolate Steven bought and talking about it together is most definitely a welcome conclusion <33

[luvpedropascal]

hi hi, could u write something ab reader giving insecure!steven a reach around hj in front of a mirror? and reader's constantly praising him and telling him to look in the mirror to see how pretty he is <3

Beautiful Boy (18+)

Steven Grant x gn!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, handjob, sub!steven, dom!reader, insecurities.

A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble in response to the request but i got carried away haha

“You’re so beautiful,” you groan into Steven’s ear, lips kissing down his jaw, laving your tongue over his thrumming pulse point.

He squirms from the compliment, his whole body warming from the praise. Going a little quiet, Steven tries his best not to get too in his head, but you notice him slipping anyway. You rub a hand over the softness of his stomach and pull back to look at him, “What is it, baby?”

Steven goes quiet again, looking anywhere but your eyes as he tries to find words. Frowning, you push a curl behind his ear and carress his cheek gently, “What?” you start, kissing his dimple, “Don’t believe me?”

His eyes fall, an almost weary look forming as he bows his head, both out of shyness and in hope your hands will find his hair.

Instead, you find his chin quickly, tilting his face back up to look at you, your face growing more stern, “I call you ‘angel’ for a reason, Steven.”

He blushes again, his hands coming up to play with the fingers of your free hand in his lap, “I just- Sometimes I see Marc and Jake and- They’re both so handsome and- Gods, I know this doesn’t make any sense but, I swear I don’t look like them.”

You reach around to cup his neck, grounding him as you’re sure his head is exploding with other thoughts about himself, “You do look different, baby. But it’s so beautiful, the way you each have your own way of standing, your own smiles, different ways of speaking. I love that you’re all different.”

His eyes soften again, that sweet, caramel brown that only Steven’s eyes turn, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He melts into you, clutching your hand again and whispering against your lips, “M’sorry I ruined the mood.”

You chuckle, leaning into to nip at that sensitive spot just below his jaw, “You could never ruin the mood — I’ll always want you. I mean, fuck. Look at you.”

Steven’s cheeks and chest are flushed pink, lips kiss bitten and parted beautifully, his exposed skin looking so soft. He’s in just his boxers, looking up at your through tied brows as you practically ravage him with your eyes.

“Baby,” you groan at the sight of him and he squirms under your gaze, leaning in and hiding his face in your chest. Your hand weaves through his hair and tugs him back to look at you with just enough pressure to make him whine softly.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he breathes a little faster, searching for something in your eyes. You tug his hair back a little further, exposing his neck and running your warm tongue over the marks you made earlier, soothing them. Another soft sound escapes his lips and he wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you with him.

You kiss a trail down his chest, swirling over his nipple gently and breathing out a groan when he cries out for you again, “So pretty, sweetheart. And, god, those noises you make for me..”

Steven’s chest heaves under your mouth as you switch sides, flicking your tongue over the taut peaks of his chest. He’s so sensitive there and he never realized it until you tried it one day, drawing something close to a scream out of him.

You run your hands down to his stomach, caressing the softness of his hips and squeezing at the tiny bit of pudge on his belly, mumbling, “My favorite.”

His eyes roll back at the thought — one of his least favorite parts of his body being your favorite. You’ve marked him as your own, possessive little love bites blooming dark red all over his chest and stomach.

As you move lower, nibbling on his inner thighs and squeezing them affectionately, Steven’s legs start to shake a little bit.

“Always loved your thighs, they’re so sensitive for me, angel,” you smile, looking up at him.

Steven’s eyes are glossed over with love, his lower lip pulled adorably between his teeth, and he looks absolutely ethereal. You can’t help but climb up and pull him into another kiss, your gentle tongue parting his lips and finding that sweet taste of tea he always has waiting for you. His hands stay at his sides, clutching the blankets under him, but he can’t help the way his hips twitch up into yours a little bit.

He’s achingly hard in his boxers, so you decide to show him some mercy, lowering your hips and giving him the pressure he needs in a slow, deep grind. Steven’s lips slow against yours and he gasps at the relief, his mouth hanging open a bit.

“Oh, angel. You can’t focus on two things at once?” you tease, watching his cheeks redden once again. He loves it though, all the teasing, all the gentle humiliation. You lean forward, tugging at his full bottom lip playfully, “Answer me, Steven.”

He whimpers in panic, dazed eyes opening to look at you when he speaks, “No I can’t, love.”

You smile at his admission, pressing a soft kiss between his brows and climbing off of him, “Sit up, I have an idea.”

The sudden loss of contact draws a whine out of Steven, but he nods, following you up and off of the bed, waiting for your guidance.

“Take those off for me, baby,” you motion to his boxers and sit down on the carpet against the side of the bed, “C‘mere.”

Steven looks at you for a moment, a little confused, but kneels down, taking the spot you’re patting, his back to your chest, leaning into you. Only after looking up does he realize you had positioned him in front of the full length mirror. He looks at himself wearily, only allowing himself a moment before he moves his eyes to your face. You’re resting your chin on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist in a hug when you murmur, “Is this okay?”

He nods and focuses on the comfort of your skin against his, holding him, pressing kisses to his shoulders and back. Your hand drifts down to his cock, brushing your knuckles over it teasingly, watching him hold his hips back.

“I want you to see how pretty you look when I touch you, angel. Can you keep your eyes on the mirror for me?” You ask.

He’s already in a daze, but he nods quickly and opens his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, “Y-Yeah, I can.”

“That’s my boy,” you tease, smiling and pressing the softest of kisses to his temple as your hand surrounds him, beginning to stroke him slowly.

Immediately, he melts back against you and a soft moan spills from his lips. He watches himself — the way you wreck him with the softest of touches, the way you draw the most pathetic sounds out of him.

“You see that baby? See how perfect you look?” You whisper, running your thumb over his slit slowly.

Steven nearly doubles over in pleasure, keeping his eyes on himself. He knows that if he looks away, you’ll stop, and he only wants to be good for you. But he can’t help the way he squirms when you touch him, writhing after every swipe of your fingers.

His shaking thighs reduce you for a moment, watching him in awe, before leaning forward to nibble at his earlobe, “My beautiful boy.”

All of this — seeing your dynamic from another perspective, watching himself get ruined — has Steven barreling toward his peak much faster than he’d like to admit. He’s overwhelmed with love and pleasure, reaching for your arm to hold onto, just for grounding.

Normally, you don’t let Steven touch you in these kinds of situations, but you know he needs the closeness right now, so you let him hold on.

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his shoulders, over every scar and every sunspot, letting praise after praise sink in.

When Steven’s breathy moans start get higher in pitch and his eyes struggle to stay open, you slow your hand to a stop, reaching down to run your hands over his chest and stomach, murmuring, “Steven, look at me.”

He gasps when you let go of him, but takes a deep breath to calm down before looking into your eyes through the mirror. You reach up to tilt his cheek toward you, pressing a soft kiss there, “I love you so much, baby. Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Steven whimpers and nods, mostly to himself, trying to lean into your touch some more — “Love you so much.”

Your heart melts at his desperation and you can’t take it anymore, turning him enough to look at you and cupping his cheek, “You’re so beautiful, you hear me? My sweet, pretty boy. There’s no one else like you, Steven.”

He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes, “Your- Your pretty boy..”

You smile, nudging your nose against his, “That’s right, angel. All mine.”

The sweet, possessive words you utter make his entire body ache with need and he brushes his lips over yours, just that contact enough to make him whine. He’s so sensitive, melting into you when you finally kiss him, pulling him in by his bottom lip and laving your tongue over his. Steven’s lips are always so plush, moving with yours like it was the simplest thing in the world, and he moaned when your hand found his hair, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deeper.

Your free hand found his soft thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and inching back up to his cock, tracing the length of him from base to tip. Steven gasps from your ministrations, his head falling forward into your neck with a soft grunt of ‘please’.

Kissing his hair, you wrap your fingers around him and give him a slow stroke, prolonging it just enough to tease. His eyes well with tears, both out of need and love for you, and he bites down on your shirt, trying to hold back his cries for more. But you can feel the warmth of him against your neck, his damp eyelashes brushing over the sensitive skin there, and you stop, “Baby, look at me.”

Ever your good boy, Steven raises his head, biting his lips but failing to hide his glassy eyes. You kiss his teary cheeks, “I’ll stop teasing, yeah? You can’t take much more, can you?“

He shakes his head, more tears clouding his eyes, “Please, I can’t.”

Cooing to him gently, you kiss his swollen lips just once more before leaning down and spitting into your hand, bringing it down to stroke him again. Steven gasps, his stomach beginning to clench repeatedly, thighs shaking as he teeters on the edge of his orgasm already.

“Thank you, thank you,” He whimpers out, “Love you so- so much.”

Kissing his cheek, you hush his cries and twist your hand just the way he likes, “I know, angel, I know. Go on and come when you’re ready, I’ve got you.”

Steven’s voice breaks with his next moan and he presses into your touch as he comes, a few stray tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. You watch his beautiful eyes go placid, listen to his breath shaking as you guide him through every wave of pleasure.

When it becomes too much, Steven grasps your wrist gently, stilling your hand and leaning forward to rest his head on your chest. All he can fathom is a soft “thank you” and a kiss to your collarbone, but you can feel his thumb tracing circles on your hip, where he holds onto you.

Then, after a minute, his eyes are looking up at you again, chocolatey as ever, and he smiles, that crooked, boyish smile you love so much. You can’t help but giggle at his dorky grin, reaching to run your knuckles over his stubble, “What?”

His cheeks tint pink and he laughs softly, “We’re doing that mirror thing again.”

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[preciousscarab]

Make it Up to You

18+ please!! minors DNI

Steven X reader, Marc X reader, Jake X reader

Summary: Steven is called into work and blows off your date, leaving you doubting the relationship. The boys change your mind.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talking, oral (f receiving), over-stimulation, creampie, aftercare, cocky jake lol

A drawn out sigh left your lips slowly. You'd been waiting for over twenty-five minutes at a café for Steven. Today was his day with the body and he couldn't even be bothered to show up on time?

A barista passed you on her way to the restroom and shot you a soft smile that you painfully tried to return. You turned your headphones up louder and waited for a glimpse of brown hair to come into the door.

It wasn't easy dating three people in the same body who also happened to serve Khonsu. Their nightly duties paired with them having to keep a job proved to leave you alone most nights and days. You longed to have powers like the boys, so maybe you could join them at night at least. Instead, most nights you lay facing your open window watching the phases of the moon.

The boys came more often when the moon was smaller, as they were less powerful and Khonsu gave them more time with you. Another sigh escaped your lips when you checked your phone to reveal another five minutes had passed.

Your attention was pulled to your phone:

Lovers: Hey darling, Donna called me into work for something important and I promise we'll make it up to you later! Love you!

There was always something more important than you. You took off your headphones and stepped the counter, ordering a latte. The girl you made eye contact with earlier made it hastily as you dropped the change into the tip jar. Your walk back to your flat was short, you shut the door and plopped onto the couch.

You didn't even want the latte anymore, instead deciding to read and wait for someone to come make it up to you.

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A knock woke you up, the book that was sitting on top of your face fell to the floor. You rubbed exhaustion from your eyes and sat up groggily. Another knock sounded and you realized it was likely one of the boys. You quickly stumbled to the door and threw it open.

Steven's face peaked around a bouquet of red roses, an innocent smile on his face. "Hey love! You'll never believe it!" He stepped into your flat and set the flowers on the counter. "One of our tour guides who was fully booked today got hit by a bus! Donna asked me to take over his shift isn't that great!"

You nodded and threw him a fake smile, "That's great Steven."

"Not for the tour guide but definitely a win for me! Donna told me she would start scheduling me to give tours!" He kicked his shoes off and made eye contact with himself in the mirror by the door. "What do you mean?" He sounded annoyed at one of his alters.

His eyes rolled back and suddenly his expression darkened, running a hand to smooth his hair he eyed you through the mirror. "Come here." Jakes accent you couldn't quite pinpoint commanded.

You frowned and moved close enough to him to turn around and look at you, he cupped your face gently, "He's such an idiot." He shook his head in disbelief, "We give him the body for a day when he's off to take you on a date and instead he goes and tours idiots at the museum."

You nodded softly, "It's okay Jake, no need to be so hard on him. He's passionate about teaching others about Egypt." Jake huffed and pulled you into a hug.

"You're allowed to be upset, y'know that right?" He muttered something sweet in Spanish and kissed behind your ear, "Cariño I've missed you so much." He pulled away to kiss your forehead.

Jake was being surprisingly gentle, normally he was mostly the one who came out to be rough with you in the bedroom. He stepped away and sat on the couch you woke up on, picking up your book from the floor. "Did you fall asleep reading again?" You nodded and he patted the seat next to him. "You're so endearing.." He scooped you across his lap and stared lovingly at you, "Too good for someone like us.."

Before you can even contest he crashes his lips to yours and sighs into your mouth. Jake held your face in place while the other grabbed your hip roughly pulling you closer. "Mmm I haven't had the opportunity to appreciate you yet." He stands up quickly with you now in his arms and brings you to your bedroom. "Can I appreciate you Cariño?" Jake's eyes rolled back and Marc's eyes gazed at you in his arms.

"Steven was stupid to go to work today." He stated and set you on your bed. "Wasn't he?"

You felt a sting of frustration at the loss of what Jake was doing, "Why'd you interrupt us?" You grumbled and Marc laughed.

"Who said I was interrupting? Maybe I'm contributing." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and shoved you onto your back, "Take your shirt off r--" His eyes rolled back and Steven looked at you softly.

"I'm so sorry Y/N! I didn't even realize you were upse--" His eyes rolled back and Jake was back.

"Neither of them are going to breach anymore Cariño, you have my word." He crawled over you and nudged your head over with his nose. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, "I'd like to see them try to stop me from this." He challenged and began sucking a soft spot making your breath hitch. He hummed on the spot, "I know honey.." His other hand began to stroke your thigh while he continued his kisses.

Jake suddenly crawled off of you and sat by your pillow, "Y/N I need you to come here." You blushed and sat up to move, he was quick to shove you down on your pillow and grab the hem of your shirt. "Let me take this off for you cariño, just relax for me." He slipped off your t-shirt and stared at you in your bra. "I'll never get tired of seeing you like this.." He unclipped it and tossed it on the floor. "Look at you Y/N...so perfect." He gently had you back against your pillow.

"You're such a good girl, so good at listening to me aren't you?" His hands both on your thighs as he looked at you darkly, "That's why I'm going to treat you. You've been so good for me. You were so good to Steven and he didn't even show up, such a little brat to Marc." He grinned, he always loved trying to prove he was better than Marc, especially when it came to you.

He began pulling off your pants, taking your panties with them. He admired you after throwing them to the side, a hand on your hip while the other held him above your face. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise." He kissed you again while a hand made its way to your breast, squeezing and then rolling your nipple in his fingers. "Will you be good and let me, let me do what I want?" You nodded and you saw the excitement in his eyes.

His mouth drifted from your neck to your chest, while a hand moved between your legs. He rubbed your inner thigh while he sucked hickeys onto your breasts. "I gotta make sure they know how good I did you, how well I treat you...And how good you were to let me." His thumb reached up and flicked across your clit.

You arched your back at the touch, trying to get closer to his hand again, "Oh cariño look at you, can't even control your begging." His hand pinned you hip back down and used the same hand to rub your clit, he was grinning at your whining as he continued. "There you go, you're doing so good for me. I can't wait to taste you." Your mind felt blurry, Jake had only eaten you out one other time.

Most of the time he got you ready for him and then fucked you until you were ready to beg him to stop. The last time it happened it was because he disappeared for two days on a mission without telling you he even left. You were certain he did it last time to convince you to forgive him.

His thick fingers suddenly inched into your pussy, pulling you from the memory. "Holy shit cariño, you're soaking wet." His fingers went knuckle deep and you moaned his name. "I know Y/N, I've only just started." He chuckled and you felt his stubble on your inner thigh, you looked down at him and his dark eyes bore into yours as he pressed a kiss to your clit.

Fireworks erupted in your stomach as his tongue darted out and licked right up your folds. His fingers started moving faster as he latched his mouth around your clit and sucked harshly. Your thighs closed around him and you felt him chuckling against your core.

"Wow you taste so good Y/N." He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered at the loss, he stared at the slick covering his fingers before sucking it off. He slipped both right back in and continued, tongue flickering around your clit as he whispered praises your way.

You could feel an orgasm building, "Jake I'm so close..." You cried out and he started moving even faster somehow. You turned your head to see an almost full moon outside the window as your pleasure bubbled over, heat spreading across your body.

Jake continued until your breathing became ragged and you were trying to pull your pussy away from his aggressive pleasuring. "God you're such a good girl." He sucked his fingers clean again, "Are you ready for more cariño?" You peered at him nervously, his dark eyes showing you he was nowhere near done. You nodded and he grinned.

He pulled his own shirt off now, muscular shoulders and his chiseled torso making you want friction. You closed your legs to try, "So impatient aren't you? You want my cock now?" You nodded again and he titled his head, his hands pausing to unbutton his jeans, "Use your words Y/N, I would hate to have to teach you how to use it again around my cock." You blushed, knowing that he was being honest.

"Yes." His hands opened your legs again, staring as he continued to unbutton his pants.

"Yes, what?" He growled, pulled them off and tossing them to the floor, the bulge in his boxers looking enticing.

"Yes I want your cock now." You pleaded, Jake tugged his boxers off and pulled you onto his lap roughly. His cock was lined up with your entrance, he slipped the head in and you cried out, waiting for him to shove you down.

"Look at me cariño." You opened your eyes and stared into his. He shoved himself all the way in and you just about screamed.

His fingers were big, but nothing ever quite prepared you for his cock, it felt like he was going to split you in half. Jake put a hand over your mouth, "You feel so tight, god Y/N." He began to slowly pull your hips off his cock to get movement going.

The initial shock of his girth became pure pleasure almost instantly, he kept his hand over your mouth as he began thrusting into you rapidly. "Such a good girl for me, how does that feel?" He demanded and moved his hand to be around your throat.

"It feels so good Jake." You responded around his tight grip and he kissed you softly. His grip eased and he wrapped his arms around your back, holding you while he fucked you loudly.

Without taking his cock out he got on top of you, continuing his hard thrusts, hands grabbing your hips to get leverage. "Cariño, you're taking it so well." Jake pulled out and pulled your legs against your shoulders, he shoved back in with force, pulled a moan from you.

Jake continued to fuck you with force, pushing your knees to your chest and holding them there. He penetrated deep and you were left wordless and breathless in his hands. It felt like hours had passed and he continued putting you in different positions.

"Cariño, how would you like to come?" He cupped your chin, his thrusts halting as he stayed buried deep in you.

Before you could even answer his thumb rubbed your clit and he moved slowly in your pussy, "J-Jake.." You whined and he stopped with a taunting look on his face.

"Answer the question or I'll be doing this all night. Unless that's what you want." He did it again when you went to answer him, he did it harder when you tried to speak through the pleasure. "Cariño answer me now."

"O-on my s.." He smashed himself into you quickly and rubbed faster, almost bringing you to orgasm, "Side!" You whimpered a plea and he shoved your legs to one side, pulling out to adjust where you sat before he shoved back into you.

"Now was that so hard honey?" He teased and he leaned to your nightstand drawer, pulling out your vibrator. "Since you've been such a good girl for me, I'm going to reward your clit." He pried your leg up to put the vibrator on your clit, turning it on.

Jake began to fuck you once again, with the vibrator against your clit. You felt the orgasm rippling and begging to come out within ten seconds. "Jake I'm so close holy--" You once again became wordless, trying to beg Jake for permission to come.

"Cariño, you've been so obedient, come for me." He demanded, "Then I'll fill you up for being so good." Your release came out so hard you felt your toes curling and eyes roll to the back of your head. No sound left your lips as Jake continued to fuck you through your climax.

You pulled the vibrator from his hands and he put it right back, the overstimulation causing broken whines out of your mouth as he fucked you like that until he came inside of you. He finally took the vibrator off and you felt his cock twitching in you. "Such a good girl Y/N." Jake stammered and he pulled out, panting out of breath.

His eyes rolled back and Steven was back, "Darling let me clean you up, let me take care of you. I'm so sorry about earlier, let me make it up to you." You peered at him nervously until he grabbed a tissue and wiped you clean, "Let's get you to the bathroom." He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.

Steven massaged your back and cleaned you up, wordlessly taking care of your leftover makeup and dressing you into his shirt and boxers. He tucked you under your blanket and got himself dressed. Steven climbed into bed beside you and cuddled you to sleep.

You slept heavily and dreamlessly, waking up to feel refreshed without your boyfriends beside you. You yawned and rubbed your tired eyes when the door opened, Marc came in with a tray of breakfast and a cocky smile on his face.

"Good morning baby, let's get you fed so I can finish what I started before those two stopped me." Marc said confidently and you blushed.

All three of them always knew how to make you feel better.

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A/N: Hope y'all liked! this is my first piece on this account, back in august I lost my old fic blog when i got a new phone lol. this is also my first smut piece so hopefully its good lol. I think I'll be able to get this blog up and running soon!

[mochimoqa]

Hiii I just recently hurt myself accidentally while cooking 😭 so can I request how would you write any of the Moon Boys comforting the reader who feels insecure of scars or marks on their body. Would appreciate it a lot 💗

Hello, anon!

I'm so sorry that you hurt yourself :(

But nothing like a good moon boys x reader will fix that :]

WARNING: Some cursing and Intense Fluff 🤭

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"OW- Fucking shit-" Y/n screamed at the pain of extreme heat touching their skin. You turned off the stove and went to the restroom to grab your mini med kit.

"Son of a b—" You mumbled to yourself.

You've gotten hurt plenty of times. Either from cooking, activities, etc. You've gotten insecure over the years because of the scars and marks from different activities.

The one time where you were frying chicken and the hot oil splutter on your skin. Leaving some marks on you.

You turned on the cold water from your sink and let the burn somewhat fix the burn.

You sat on the floor and opened the med kit. The irritation of your skin was a bit bad. You grabbed some aloe gel and gently placed it on your burn.

"Ow-" You winced at the pain.

While you were doing this treatment, you heard a knock at the door.

Keys jangling and swung open the door.

"Love, I'm home!"

Oh, goodie! Steven's here.

"Ah, shit-" You panicked and quickly hid the medical supplies.

"Love? Y/n! Where are you?" He was pacing around the house til he found you in the bathroom.

You were covering your hand behind your back.

"Ah, there you are! Marc, Jake and I started to become a little worried there." He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.

"No, no, I'm always here, baby." You chuckled nervously.

Steven cupped your face and looked into your eyes. God, his cute dark eyes always get to you.

"I feel like you're hiding something..."

Your eyes widened slightly and chuckled nervously.

"What? No-"

He squeezes your face a bit tight.

You instantly knew that this wasn't Steven anymore and it was Marc. Steven was the more gentle of the boys.

"Y/n, I know you're lying to me."

"I- no, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are."

Shit, you've been caught red-handed. (No pun intended.)

"Okay, fine. You got me." You put your burned hand in front of him.

"I burned myself while cooking..."

God, this was so embarrassing to you. You've had too many scars and marks on yourself, you thought for sure they were gonna leave you.

"The burn doesn't look too bad." He grabbed your hand and examined the injury.

"Huh? You- You're not gonna leave me?"

His eyes shot up to you.

"Why would I ever wanna do that?"

"I- because of all of the scars and marks I have on my body... you don't think it's embarrassing?"

"No?"

Marc paused for a moment and seeming zoned out. He was probably talking to Steven and Jake.

"Steven said that he would never leave you."

He looked at your wound and paused again.

"Jake said that he would be stupid to even do that."

You chuckled lightly at their responses.

"Really?" You sighed and leaned against the sink.

"Mhm, and I agree with the both of 'em. You're literally too good to be true, Y/n. Sometimes me and the boys don't even know of how lucky we are to have you."

"But what about my scars?–"

"The scars don't matter. We love you with or without any scars or marks."

He paused again.

"Jake wants to take control to get rid of that stupid stuff you said about yourself."

You sighed, "Alright, bring him out..."

You felt your hand being squeezed.

"Hola, mi amor." (Hey, my love.) He kissed your hand.

You smiled lightly. "Hey, baby."

"So, what in the wrong fucking mindset are you even in?"

"Uh, I don’t know... I just thought that the three of you were gonna leave me and—"

"Esa es la cosa más estúpida que he oído jamás". (That is the most stupidest thing I have ever heard.)

"I know..."

"Cariño, we will love you til the end."

"Thank you, baby... thank you to the three of you..."

"No hay problema, bebé. (No problem, baby.)

"Want me to fix you up?"

You nodded. "That would be wonderful..."

Hello! I hope you enjoyed this! I absolutely love writing Fluff so this was by far the most exciting story to work on!

Also, very sorry for not posting sooner I had a lot of exams so I didn't have time to post this story!

[theaussiedragon]

Who is Jake Lockley?

Slight smutt/fluff

There’s not much to say about Jake Lockley. He’s mysterious, a killer, an Avatar of Khonshu, jealous, protective. But he’s also just a man. A man who loves you with his whole being. When you walk through the door he would drop everything to greet you. He would rush to the front of the mind-space and welcome you home with kisses so fierce it takes your breath away. 

He might be away for long periods of time, no thanks to his bird brain of a boss, but when he is here, he loves you. And oh does he love you. He gives you flowers he sees through the store window because he thinks you deserve ‘something as lively as you’. He would take you to the nicest restaurants with his questionable amount of money that he won't tell you how he manages to get, though you have a theory. 

You can see his love for you in his eyes, the way they light up when you enter the room. The way he instantly perks up when you laugh. The way he kisses you as you lay under him, mapping every inch of your skin as if he could ever forget your body. He loves every inch of you. Your scars and imperfections are like constellations in the night sky, he could look at you forever if he could, and he understands how Steven becomes a blubbering mess whenever they see you. And if Steven could see you now, all spread out for them, for him, just for him, he would be a jealous bastard. But he is tucked away in the mind-space along with Marc, for this is his time with you, and he will take his time. 

He nips and licks at the marks he leaves along your neck as you moan and whimper for him. “Mine” he thinks, “Only mine”. And just for tonight you are. Not ‘theirs’ but his. He is a selfish man. His whole existence is to protect Marc and Steven. Is it so wrong for him to want this one thing for himself? Even for tonight? The others can be pissed tomorrow for all he cares, all he can focus on now is how tight you are, how wet you are. How you call out his name and his name only. 

His hands are all over you, a nonstop assault on your body as he keeps thrusting into you. A brutal movement you welcome every time. He holds you close as he whispers into your ear. “ Amor de mi vida*, te amo, te amo**”. He thrusts harder, more sporadic, he's getting close but he refuses to come before you. You are always first in his mind. First to open gifts, first to use the hot water in the shower, to get praise, to come. He won’t have it any other way. You are always first.

“Please, give it to me. I know you can”. He's struggling to hold on, going harder and faster, he sneaks his hand down to your clit and rubs fast circles to push you over the edge. And it does. You scream with his name on your lips, and that, just that makes him come after you. He slowly grinds into you as you both come down from your highs, foreheads pressed against each other as you breathe in the same air. “Te amo mas que a la vida en sí***” he declares as you start to fall asleep. He doesn't care if you hear or not, he will say it again as many times as he needs too.

Jake Lockley is many things, but most importantly, he is yours. 

Beta reader: @einno-arko (tysm)

this is my first ever fic, please tell me how it went. Also requests are open for the moonboys, Poe and Miguel.

*love of my life 

**I love you 

***I love you more than life itself

[spacecowboyhotch]

Illusion (requested)

gif credits @wysteria-clad

request: Hello I would like to request protective!marc Spector ?!?!?? That’s my pretty boy and I love him.

pairing: f!reader x college!marc spector, implied eventual f!reader x steven grant & f!reader x jake lockley

contents: college!au, mention of DID if you squint, trauma response to abuse, anger issues, alcohol consumption, male dominance, guy disrespecting reader’s boundaries, fighting, kinda friends to lovers, hurt comfort, fluff, kissing

AN: sorry this took me a while @romanarose, but thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it <3

word count: 3.6k

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A perfectly crisp autumn day. That’s how Marc would describe you. Comforting and colorful, and the muted smell of pine and cinnamon. He’ll always remember the moment he saw you for the rest of his life; it’s unique to his relationship with you— Steven and Jake have their own first impressions. There’s something he enjoys about having that memory all to himself.

When he meets you, he’s been channeling his anger into a variety of things for as long as he can remember. It’s easier to lean into the rage and self-inflicted criticism. His voice echoes harshly in his head, just like his mother’s had. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes he’s numb to it but it always tells him what he already knows. He’s unworthy of anything but the way people write him off. In turn his behavior might as well help him live up to his reputation.

He can pinpoint the moment he wants all of that to change. It’s not when he first sees you, it isn't even the first time you say something to him in class. As the weeks pass you always sit a few chairs down from him and murmur some variation of hello. He finds comfort in it, the way you smile at him and treat him like he’s anyone else.

You can’t deny that you’re drawn to Marc. There’s something about him, something soft and permeable underneath all that hardness. On the days you truly catch his gaze you feel like you can see him. You want to crack him open, bask in that warm gooey center that no one but you tries to get to. But it'll take time, you know that there's a reason he keeps people at a distance. In time, you hope you won't be on that list, that you’ll be an exception to his antisocial rule.

Mid semester, there’s a group project, and the professor has been kind enough—for Marc, cruel enough—to allow students to pick their own partners. He knows that he won’t get picked, people would rather do the project alone than work with him. While you’re kind to him, he doesn’t expect you to ask him to be your partner.

But that’s exactly what you do. You lean over the two seats between you, a gentle smile on your face when he looks over at you.

“Do you wanna pair up?”

Marc looks at you like you’ve grown two extra heads, and if you weren’t so confused with his reaction you would’ve laughed, “You wanna work with me?”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?” You look at him with genuine bewilderment.

“My reputation?” He suggests, glancing around the room as other students in the lecture hall pair up with each other.

“I like to come to my own conclusions. And you and me…we’re friends.”

With each day that you work together, Marc grows happier with his decision to pair up with you. You’re a breath of fresh air, the heavy weight that’s always sat on his chest feeling lighter when he’s with you. The two of you always meet up in a cozy corner of the library, and you always have coffee and snacks— sweet chocolate, salty pretzels, and an ever changing fruity option. You wanted to be thorough the first time you brought some and he’d dug into all three so you keep bringing them. His coffee order was easy to guess, black, two sugars and none of the frills.

Halfway through the process Marc starts to overthink your gestures, feeling guilty that he’s given nothing in return and starts to bring food himself. Pizza, burgers with all the fixings on the side, tacos. And through this language of food, your feelings for him grow deeper.

He knew he never stood a chance, that the skip of his heart the moment he saw you walk into class was an indicator of how he would feel for you if you ever got close, and he was right. He was right, and it stings, the pain of knowing he’ll never have you burns deep in his gut. But you couldn’t want him, not with who he is. It’s hard for him to imagine that, even when you dismiss his statements like that.

Friendship is one thing, a relationship? Another realm entirely.

After working together on the project you sit right next to him now in class, and when you’re handed your grade of a 100% you turn to him with this sly smile on your face.

“We should celebrate our phenomenal grade.”

“Should we?” He asks skeptically but he’s grinning because your smile is infectious.

He doesn’t let himself think of it often, but he could get used to this. The sight of you smiling and happy at his side.

“Yes, absolutely, and I know just how.”

“How’s that?”

“There’s a party this weekend.”

His mouth turns down into a frown of disgust, “You lost me.”

“C’mon, we can meet up there, huddle up in a corner and make fun of people,” You lean in, wagging your eyebrows at him.

“Parties aren’t really my scene.”

“Nothing’s your scene, you’re a recluse. Please, Marc?”

You give him full on puppy dog eyes, clasping your hands together. The pout of your face is impossible to resist, and for a moment he thinks about what it would be like to press his lips to yours, kissing it away. If he’s being honest with himself, it wouldn’t have taken all of that. Even with his complaining, he planned on saying yes because he wants to spend time with you.

“There’s no other way we can celebrate?”

“If you come and you absolutely hate it, we can go to my favorite diner.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll text you the address and time. See you then?”

“See you then,” He replies, a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his chest.

Your nerves are all over the place as you get ready for the party. You want to wear something that’ll get Marc’s attention. A short skirt with tights underneath and a long sleeved shirt with just the right amount of cleavage. And while you love the way you look by the time you leave the house, once you make it to the party, you realize that you’ll draw the attention of multiple men, not just Marc.

You entertain the guy who’s slinked up to you at first, he seems nice enough, and happy enough to pursue the drinks and food with you in the kitchen. You’ve never seen him before, which isn’t uncommon at a university of your size. Jason’s a political science major and talks a good game so the two of you chat back and forth easily between sips of stale beer and pizza. It isn’t until after someone convinces a lot of folks, Jason included, to do shots that he starts to get handsy.

“You’re so hot, did I tell you that before?” Jason asks with a smile that makes your stomach turn. He’s waltzing towards you with another beer in hand.

You try to move away from him, but after just a few steps back you’re against the wall, “No, you didn’t. And maybe you should sit down, you seem a little wobbly.”

“Oh, I’m okay. Thanks for being worried about me baby,” One of his hands finds your waist, groping the skin exposed.

“Maybe you could back up,” You suggest softly, but your throat is getting a little thick, your chest tight with anxiety.

“Come on baby, let’s get to know each other a little better,” He goads, pressing his lanky body against yours.

He reeks of alcohol and is unbearably hot. You attempt to push him away with the success, “Jason, come on, have some class.”

“You teasing little bitch, you think I wanted to sit here with you and just talk?

“Take your hands off of her. Now,” Marc barks from the other side of the kitchen, startling you.

And though you’ve always enjoyed the sound of Marc’s voice it’s never sounded better than it does in this moment.

“Marc,” You breathe, relieved by the sight of him.

Jason glares at Marc and then you, “Who the fuck is this? Your little boyfriend? Listen, your girlfriend’s a slut, she was making eyes at me all night. Now when it’s time to pay up she’s confused.”

“I won’t say it again. Take your hands off of her.”

“Or what?”

Marc takes a deep breath, shrugs, and then moves with a quickness. It all happens so fast, you’re in his arms, and across the room in no time. When you look over at Jason, he doesn't seem as if he’s been hurt at all, but there’s a nervousness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

“Are you okay?” He tries to ask it in a comforting manner but his voice cuts through the air like a knife.

It’s in his eyes though, his concern for you and you give him a nod, soft smile, “Yes, thank you.”

“Good, sit tight.”

He tries to step around you, and get closer to Jason but you put your hand on his chest and he flinches, something you’ve never seen before. If he weren’t so angry he would crumble under the fear that bloomed in his chest from your move. He keeps his focus on Jason, removing your hand and maneuvering you in a twirl with ease.

“Marc, don’t,” You call, whirling around to watch him charge at Jason, who takes a few steps back towards a door that leads out of the kitchen and onto the porch.

“No, this guy thinks he can get away with doing whatever the fuck he wants. Not gonna happen,” You can’t see his face but you can feel the anger radiating off his body in waves as he pushes Jason into the wall, his grip on his shirt firm.

“Marc, please,” You plead softly, voice unsteady. “Please, can you just take me home?”

His hold on Jason stays tight as he looks back at you, getting a good look at your face. All he sees is fear and his heart sinks into his stomach; the last person he’s ever wanted to frighten is you. He knows first hand what it feels like to be afraid of someone like this. He moves quickly, letting Jason go and grabbing your hand to leave all in one move.

You hadn't driven here knowing that you’d have a few drinks, but Marc’s completely sober– he’d only showed up at this party because you’d asked him to. He leads you to his car in complete silence, opening the door for you and checking to make sure you’re in before he closes it.

The anger is rippling off his skin in hot waves, and you aren’t sure if he’s just mad at Jason or if he’s mad at you. You spend most of the ride in silence, picking at an invisible piece of lint on your tights. He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t turn on any music, just focuses on getting you to the address you whispered to him when he slipped into the driver’s seat. The silence starts to creep into your lungs and you feel as though you’re choking on the words stuck in your throat, so much so that you finally have to say them even if he is mad at you.

“I’m sorry I got you into all of this. You were sure you didn’t want to go and I made you.”

“I’m just glad I was there to make sure nothing happened to you. That’s what matters. Don’t worry about me,” He doesn’t spare you a glance but you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

The atmosphere in the car changes, and the rest of the drive is filled with a new, comfortable silence now that you know he’s not furious with you. He offers to walk you in once he parks in the lot of your complex, following you up the single flight of stairs to your door. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move and you fumble with the keys a few times before letting him in. He stands in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets, watches awkwardly as you sink into the fuzzy blue couch. He isn’t sure what to do or what to say, he doesn’t want to leave but you look overwhelmed, eyes closed as your arms circle you. He’s about to announce his departure when you sigh, and he waits for you to say whatever’s on your mind.

“Will you stay?” You ask softly, keeping your eyes downcast. When he stays silent you hurry to say, “Just for a little bit.”

It’s the last thing that he expected to come out of your mouth. He looks at you for a beat, surprised before sitting down on the couch, training his eyes on the floor, “I’ll stay as long as you want.”

You don’t move toward him, but you don’t move away and some of the tension leaves his body.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” He murmurs once he feels the silence stretches too long.

You over at him like he’s offended you, “You didn’t scare me.”

He makes a disagreeable sound in the back of his throat. “You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying.”

He has to look at you then, to make sure that your eyes match your words. To his surprise, all he finds is sincerity and relief rushes through him. He can’t remember the last time anyone looked at him the way you are right now, not even when his father tried his best to comfort him through all the pain.

“I’m not afraid of you Marc, I never have been. I told you, you’re my friend. I care about you.”

He wants to say it back to you, wants to take the next step and say that he wants you as more than a friend. But given everything, he stays silent, continuing to regard you with that guarded expression on his face. He can’t let his mask slip, needing to keep the invisible wall between you intact. Being vulnerable doesn’t come easily to him anymore, not when he was violated by someone who was supposed to love him unconditionally.

When you realize he isn’t going to say anything back, you continue, “I just didn’t want you to be who they think you are. That’s what I was afraid of.”

His eyes narrow, “Who’s that?”

“Some angry guy who doesn’t care about anyone.”

He feels exposed, knowing that you know the dichotomy of his makeup. That you know him.

“Maybe that’s who I am,” He says it defensively but both of you can hear the lack of conviction. He’s pushing you away with the last of the smoke and mirrors, and there isn’t much left.

To Marc’s surprise you laugh, shaking your head at him, “You wouldn’t be here with me, apologizing for scaring me if that were true, would you?”

“No,” He breathes softly, almost sounding confused.

You train your eyes on his, as you move closer to him, your leg brushing up against his. Your voice is even softer than before, “Marc, I don’t know what happened to you, and I’m not asking you to tell me. But I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He makes no move to break the contact but his frown sets deeper into his stunning features, “What makes you think something happened to me?”

You raise your hand, just to caress his face and he flinches hard— it’s not something that either of you could brush off. Your eyes soften, tears welling up in your eyes as you lower your hand. You know the signs, understanding exactly what that means. The two of you continue to look at each other, the room quiet and still.

“You can touch me,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough.

“No, it’s okay, it’s-“ Before you can finish your sentence he takes your hand into his, presses it firmly to his cheek and closes his eyes with a shaky breath.

You’re incredibly warm, your scent so saccharine and delicate, and the comforting touch of another is something he hasn’t had in years; he instantly melts into it. With that, you begin to explore, running your fingers down the curve of his cheek, trailing the slope of his chin. You follow that all the way up to his forehead, pushing your fingers back into his curls, your eyes widening at how soft his hair is.

So enthralled in being able to touch him like this that you don’t notice how he watches you. He’s drinking in every detail, watching the way your eyes shine in the dim glow of the moonlight. He’s always found you captivating, but this might be his favorite expression on you yet, eyes full of wonder, a tender smile on your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” He doesn’t mean to say it, but he’s thinking it over and over, it pours out of him.

He says it so gently, it takes your breath away for a moment and now all you can do is look at him.

“Did I say the wrong thing?”

A sheepish smile pulls at your lips as you shake your head. “No, I just…” You take in a shuddering breath, “…can I kiss you?”

He blinks a few times, digesting your request with a furrowed brow. When his eyes refocus on you, his expression changes, his tan cheeks staining with a soft pink flush, his eyes clouding with a hunger that shoots straight to your libido. You’re getting ahead of yourself there, especially with how he reacted to just a simple caress of the cheek.

“Marc?” You prompt gently.

“Yes. Sorry, yes. Please.”

You plant yourself firmly in his lap, cupping his cheeks with a caring touch, and his hands find your waist with a firm grip that makes you want to grind against him. The kiss starts sweet, but as your tongues twist and caress each other it morphs, growing steamy. There’s an undercurrent something erotic pulsing through spirit of it. And while you both feel it, neither are ready to go that far.

You want to take your time, get into every crack and cranny of him so that you can eventually take him apart. Marc’s just scared, terrified that taking charge in anyway will fuck this up. That’s all he’s ever known, destroying everything he’s ever held dear.

“Sorry we didn’t get to go to the diner like I promised,” You murmur when you pull away and he chuckles, greedily pressing his lips against yours again.

“I don’t know, this is pretty nice too.”

That’s an understatement but he can’t seem to find the words to convey what this moment means to him.

“Yeah, it is,” You lean into him, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. You're a little nervous to ask the question on your mind. Hiding your face and breathing in his clean, minty scent gives you a confidence boost.

“Do you maybe…wanna stay? We could go in the morning and get breakfast.”

“Really?” You hear rather than see his surprise.

“Really,” You tell him, pressing your lips to the skin of his neck.

“I would love that,” He whispers into your hair timidly, and your heart squeezes for him.

You lean back to look at him, “Let’s head to bed then, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You rise up first, holding your hand out for him with a toothy grin and he takes your hand gladly, his head spinning a little from how tonight’s events have gone. Once in your bedroom, you start to strip, facing away from him and he turns away, wanting to give you your privacy. You peek over your shoulder as you slide into an oversized t-shirt, can’t help but huff a laugh at how much of a prude he’s being, standing there in his jeans and t-shirt.

“You gonna get ready for bed?” You ask gently, turning to face him.

“Are you done?”

“Yes I’m done, baby,” The term of endearment is like soothing water on his hot skin.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth he turns towards you, his eyes roaming your body before flicking cautiously over to your bed. It’s been a long time since Marc has slept in the same bed as anyone. Sometimes with his little brother, later on once he passed with his father. He’s been away from that type of vulnerability for a few years now.

“Do you want my help?” You offer, your expression patient.

“Yes,” He replies after a beat, his voice uneasy.

Slowly, you walk over to him, making sure he can see all of your movements and that you make no sudden moves. You run your hands down his chest and stomach soothingly before reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, wagging in a silent question of on or off.

“You can take it off.”

Scars. Not many, just a few here and there litter his torso, and you don’t let your eyes linger. Your touch stays tender, gentle, eager to explore. Marc’s grateful for that.

“Pants?”

“Off, please.”

You reach for his belt, unbuckling it with no hurry before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down. And once he’s just in his boxers you grab his hand, lead him over the bed and slide under the covers. When you look up at him he hesitates for a moment, and you hold your hands out in encouragement. The soft look on your face puts his mind at ease and he slides in next to you, turning you around and tucking you into his arms with a pleasant hum.

He likes your warmth. Your comfort. He could drown in it.

You let out a sigh of contentment, snuggling further into him, “Goodnight, Marc.”

His mouth dips to kiss the skin beneath your ear, arms giving you a squeeze, “Goodnight, baby.”

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MoonKnight Marc walking in on the reader masturbating while house-sitting for him. She panics but he drags her to his bed where he makes her tell him what she was thinking about

Oooo Anon this is a good one! Let’s goooo

Word Count: 1070

Themes: caught masterbating, bit of dub-con

He’d said you could clean but to “not go snooping around” - pshhhh. The first day and a half you diligently fed his fish, organized the piles of books that hadn’t made it to shelves, and even did some of the laundry you found strewn about while working from your laptop. But on the third day when you didn’t have work boredom hit you like a freight train. What’s the best cure for boredom? Being just a smidge nosey.

You began by cleaning up around his bathroom, nothing of note to be found in the medicine cabinet or linen closet. “Hmmm,” you hummed as you continued your search.

You made the bed, even looked under it and noted the sand bag underneath and what looked to be an restraint. “Weird” you huffed but left them where they were. As you padded around his flat you noticed something, a side table next to the bed - with an drawer “Bingo” you grinned and headed over.

You opened the drawer excitedly. Only to find a few things in it: a dead old cellphone, a key to a storage unit, and “oh god he does not have one of these!” You giggled as your eyes settled on a fleshlight and lube. You closed the drawer quickly as embarrassment crept in. Looking around for other things.

Nothing was of note in his closet, but you took one of his wrinkled oversized hoodies off its hanger and tossed it over your head. The smell that lingered on it was intoxicating. A mixture of the smell of him and some sort of Smokey/woodsy cologne. You stuck your face in the hoodie and took a deep inhale, then felt a fluttering in your stomach and well a bit of arousal beginning in your pj bottoms. “Fuck he smells so good.” You sigh, feeling a bit like a creep but honestly without a witness who cares.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you smiled and danced around his apartment, music blaring in a pair of headphones you found. You continued to pad around his flat cleaning and organizing as the scent from the hoodie kept filling your nose.

After breaking a sweat and cleaning as much as you could for the day you took a shower and put the headphones back on when you were done. You tossed his hoodie back over your head and played your favorite sultry playlist. You dug through your bag to find your favorite vibrator. You looked at it, looked at the bed, then looked back at it. You weren’t sure why but the thought of masterbating in his bed felt a little too personal even with the fresh sheets. You opted to lay down a towel and recline on the couch, tossing a blanket over your bare lower half and trying to focus on the music blaring in his headphones. You started slowly, teasing your clit with the vibrator as you gripped onto his hoodie. It released another waft of his scent mixed with the smell of your arousal below. You hummed and groaned contentedly as you continued. Once your breathes became shallow and your hips began rolling you knew you needed a little something *extra*. You tossed the blanket off your lower half and moved to go grab the dildo you brought and when you opened your eyes, Marc was sitting on the coffee table infront of you. His cheeks were a deep red despite the frown on his face.

“Fuck!” You screamed and scrambled to cover yourself with the blanket. You threw his headphones off and caught your breath as you stared at him in shock.

“I see you’ve made yourself quite comfortable…” he said sternly, looking you up and down, noticing his hoodie and the vibrator in your hand.

“I-I, why didn’t you say anything!” You tried deflecting your embarrassment.

“I did, I banged on the door and when you didn’t answer I unlocked it myself and well - I could see you were a bit busy.” His voice lowered to a husky soft tone as his eyes flickered between your vibrator and your heaving chest. You quickly moved your vibrator behind your back and did your best to give him a stern look, your thin layer of sternness cracking immediately. “What we’re you thinking about.” He asked quietly.

“Wh-what? Marc just walk off and give me a moment.” You scolded, your ruddy cheeks remaining.

“Answer me,” he said sternly, his gaze biting into you.

“Marc please I, I’m sorry I’ll just.” You wrapped the blanket around your waist and stand. He shoots up infront of you and grips a fistful of his hoodie and drags you to the bed. The back of your legs his the frame and he shoves you back onto it. You hit the bed with a thud and gasp up at him as your struggle to keep your lower half covered, the vibrator dropped on the edge of the bed. He huffs and picks it up off the floor. He examined it closely, seeing a light coating of your arousal on it. He brings it close and deeply inhales.

“What -“ his gaze snapped to you “were you thinking about.” He leans over you and grips the blanket.

You heart thundered in your chest and your stomach fluttered at the sight of him smelling your arousal. You gulped and took a breath, “you…” you muttered and looked away from him. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Was that so hard?” He snatched the blanket off your lower half and turned a deeper shade of red as the sight of you. You snapped your legs shut. “Open.” He growled and turned the vibrator on. You shook your head and scrambled back. He grabbed your ankle and dragged you back to the edge of the bed, “Open, or I will…” he said sternly. You relaxed your legs a bit but didn’t open them as your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your throat. He yanked you further down the bed and pried your knees apart. He took a shaky breath at your exposed cunt and pressed the vibrator firmly to your clit.

“Fuck!” You inhaled sharply and threw your head back. You covered your face with your hands as your hips bucked up involuntarily.

“Breathe,” he said as he sunk two finger deep inside you “it’s gonna be a long night.”

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Masterlist

[vlion]

please please write a jealous jake lockley fic where he’s either jealous of always being in the shadow while marc and steven get reader’s attention or maybe he’s jealous of someone from her work (sfw or nsfw if you want). TY IN ADVANCE!!

Damsel in Distress (Moon Knight Boys/Female Reader)

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this fic! I kinda tried to combine both of the things requested and I hope you like the direction I took! This was super fun to write as well as to dust off my smut writing skills! I could definitely see myself writing a part 2 to this so let me know if that's something y'all are interested in.

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39540033

Content Warnings/General Themes: ⚠ 18+ content: by reading this you affirm you are over the age of 18 years or over the age of maturity as stated in your regional or local guidelines. jealousy, unwanted advances, lots of swearing (mainly from Jake because he’s Jake), Marc/Steven/Jake all making appearances, established relationships, violence (pretty minor, only one instance), one mention of blood, allusions to prior sexual actvities, oh boy here comes the good stuff, semi-public sexual activities, museum sex, spit kink (like A LOT, I’m sorry), mouth spitting, handjob, oral (m recieving), face-fucking, hair-pulling, degradation (including use of demeaning terms), praise kink, facial, “Sir” kink, allusions to Dom/Sub relationship dynamic, mentions of choking, Jake having a filthy mouth (as he should).

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,071

“Absolutely not.” 

Your boyfriend’s voice drew your attention away from the mirror you had been anxiously eyeing yourself in. You had been getting ready for what felt like hours, doing everything you could to pass the time rather than anxiously pacing around your shared apartment. You had been invited to a fancy gala at the museum you and Steven worked at together, and much to his and Marcs’ dismay–apparently–you had chosen one of your more revealing cocktail dresses for the occasion. 

You turned to your boyfriend, with a mock frown on your face. “What, you don’t like it?” 

He rolled his eyes after not so subtly taking your form in. “Baby…I already have to stay on the back burner tonight…and now you’re going to be wearing that all night? Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe not kill you, just make you suffer internally for a bit,” you said, with a cheeky wink. “And I am definitely wearing this dress, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, Marc.” You had already been hyped up by your friends and coworkers to wear this particular outfit, as well as by yourself, and there was no way you were going to change because of how one of your boyfriends was feeling about it.

It wasn’t like Marc was dressed particularly conservative either–the way his tailored suit and perfectly styled hair looked together had you weak at the knees. You wished that you could take him as your plus one, but you and Steven had specifically been invited, and people would surely be raising some eyebrows if he suddenly started speaking with an American accent. Not to mention the completely different manner in which Marc carried himself, and the fact that he worked for a mummified bird for a living. That probably wouldn’t fly well around the historians and archeologists and whoever the hell else attended these types of things.

“You’re a little brat, you know that?” Marc said in response to you. He also took the opportunity to kiss you on the cheek and pull you in by the hips, which made you practically melt in place. 

“Yeah…but I’m your brat,” you practically whined out, trying to look as innocent as possible. You could tell Marc knew you were just fucking with him, but you had to admit it was fun to push his buttons every once in a while.

You could sense a shift within the man in front of you.

“Surely you mean our brat right, love?” he asked, nose crinkling as he enunciated each word with his distinct accent. 

You knew Steven was going to make an appearance sooner rather than later, as he could be a bit of a control freak when the two of you had a place to be. You honestly preferred it at times though, especially when compared to Marc’s tendency to spontaneously propose things for the two of you to do. You asked Marc on one of your heat-of-the-moment dates why he wasn’t a fan of making plans ahead of time, and he simply responded by telling you he had a lot he wanted to make up for in a relatively short amount of time, so he wanted to make the most of it. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain in your heart at his confession, knowing about his past and the very reason for Steven’s existence. From that moment on, the love you felt for Marc–and Steven–increased exponentially, and you vowed to love each of them for who they are–even if that involves having to rush out the door for one of the escapades Marc took you on. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, Steven glanced at his–or rather, Marc’s– watch, and reached for your hand. “I don’t mean to rush you, love, but we should really get going if we want to make it on time. Or, we could be fashionably late, but I don’t know if we are cool enough to pull that off.” 

You couldn't help but giggle at that. If there’s one thing you could count on with Steven, it’s him making light of what would have certainly been a source of anxiety for you. You dreaded going to these work events, having to get all dolled up just to meet a bunch of stuck-up rich people who you would forget about the moment you step out of the event. Your boss, Donna, wanted the two of you there to ‘represent the museum’–which basically meant to stand there and look pretty while the rich folk had the night to gawk at the various artifacts and collections that you and Steven had so tirelessly fussed over. But hey, at least you were getting paid for showing up to this thing. 

You had to nearly fight Donna to get her to allow Steven to venture out of the gift shop and work in other positions at the museum, which then resulted in the two of you rotating between working the shop as well as in the various exhibit halls. For some reason, Donna had taken a liking to you from the moment you first started working at the museum. Whether it was because you were generally pretty productive, or if she was simply happy to see more women working in this industry, you didn’t know, but you were certainly glad that you didn’t have her constantly breathing down your neck whenever something went wrong. You wished that you could say the same for Steven, but you liked to think that your presence did something to soften her up around him, especially when you were both on the same schedule. 

You pulled yourself back to reality and glanced at the time yourself, realizing that Steven was indeed right in hurrying you along. You looked back in the mirror one more time, swiping your chosen lipstick across your lips once more, and upon interlocking Steven’s outstretched hand with your own, the two of you were off.

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You were about two hours into the event when you started to get…fussy. That was the best way you could describe how you were feeling after hours of mingling and chowing on whatever appetizers were floating around in the various exhibit halls. Thankfully, you and Steven technically didn’t have to work, but it certainly felt like you each had become some type of designated spokesperson for the museum with the interactions you were having with the guests. You had attended some of these events in the past, and you were required to wear your nametag for security and identification purposes, so it seemed that any time someone had a question about literally anything you and Steven were the ones to come to. You didn’t mind the various questions about the artifacts or historical figures represented in the exhibits, but you were getting seriously tired of telling one person after another where the nearest restroom was. 

You had taken a bit of a break from the event, finding an unoccupied table away from others where you could sit and eat some ‘real food’ that had been offered buffet-style in addition to the hors d'oeuvres going around. You could see Steven from where you were sitting, who upon glancing at the lack of vegan options, decided he would opt for a bite to eat later at the flat. He was currently telling an elderly couple about the history of gods know what. You couldn’t help but admire how passionate he was about the things he was interested in, and how he could articulate information in such a succinct manner. You found it to be incredibly attractive, especially when he was going down on–

“Hey there, gorgeous,” a voice said, drawing you out of your thoughts. You look up to see your coworker, J.B., with a cocky smirk on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to visibly ignore him by angling yourself away from him, making it clear that you weren’t interested. Like, at all. J.B. had been nothing but a dick to both you and Steven the entire time you had collectively worked at the museum, and his crude remarks and tasteless flirtations were usually easy to brush off, especially after a long day at work. Now, however, you had zero tolerance for this kind of behavior.

But still, he somehow found a way to see through that. 

“C’mon sweetheart. You wanna get out of here? Or are you too busy gawking over that freak over there?” 

You immediately snapped your head back towards him. “Excuse me?! You, of all people, don’t get to call him that.” Upon seeing him roll his eyes, you continued on. “You wish you could ever mean as much to me as he does.” You knew you didn’t have to add the last part in order to get a rise out of him, but sometimes you just loved to see the world burn.

And make entitled pricks angry.

J.B. made a show of slapping the table in front of you out of anger at your statement, luckily not gaining the attention of anyone in your immediate area. You tried to glance around him to send Steven a look of ‘what-in-the-actual-hell-is-this-dude-doing-right-now,’ but he was too obscured by the stupidity that was unfolding in front of you. 

Speaking of just that, J.B. reached his hand out and gestured for yours, clearly desperate. “I’m not gonna ask again.” He said, and you almost humored him and leaned in his direction to give him a piece of your mind, but after hearing distinct footsteps coming your way from behind him, you refrained.

“That’s enough.” The voice from behind J.B sounded familiar to you yet also…off. He certainly sounded like Steven, and was presenting himself as such, but you couldn’t help but think that one of your other boyfriends may be making an appearance. Well, rather, faking a British accent and attempting to act like Steven–if you could call that an appearance. You’ve dealt with enough of their shenanigans in the past to know when something was up; and to also know that Steven is pretty much the complete opposite of the confrontational type, further leading you to believe that he wasn’t who you were seeing right now.

J.B. turned around–dramatically of course–giving Steven(?) a death stare. “Here comes the freak to save the day. I knew she was that patheti-” 

J.B. was promptly cut off by your boyfriend’s fist colliding with his face, as well as your shameless chuckle when J.B. looked between the two of you with wide eyes. “Donna’s gonna have a fucking field day with this, you’ll see,” he said, wiping some blood from his nostril.

It was you who spoke next. “Yeah, she would love to hear about how you tried to harass her star-worker. Oh, and that you made my boyfriend–who she already isn’t quite fond of–get into more trouble. Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well.” 

J.B. was once again taken aback, clearly frustrated but attempting to keep his rage at bay out of the fear of being put in his place again. He opened his mouth to say something, but upon making eye contact with you and the other man once more decided just to smack the table again and walk away. What a fucking man-baby.

You turned your attention to the man in front of you, whose hand came up to cradle your cheek. “You know, as much as I hate the trope of the guy swooping in and saving the damsel in distress, I have to say, I’m grateful that my boyfriend knows how to throw a punch.” 

The cocky smirk on your boyfriend's face completely gave him away, and you were soothed by the velvety voice that accompanied his relaxed demeanor. “Princesa, we both know that you would be the one rescuing me in that scenario, no?” A visibly exuberated Jake said, likely feeling the effects of adrenaline from the tussle he had gotten himself into. Well, actually, Steven into– technically. You’d seen each of the boys’ reactions after a fight before, and while Steven and Marc were able to keep the rush from the fight in their pants, Jake was…different. The first time you saw him get like this you were nearly scared of him, but more dumbfounded by how excited someone could get after literally fighting people only seconds ago. 

You smiled at his words, nodding your head to agree with him. He swiped his thumb over your lips, before looking around to judge if the other party-goers were winding down for the night or not. He didn’t particularly care how people would react to the two of you slipping out early or not, but he knew you certainly would; which is why he was pleased to see that no one seemed in dire need of hearing the history of whatever ancient civilization was of interest to them, or to know when dessert would be served.

“Let’s get out of here, eh? Mi amor?” He asked, a twinkle in his eyes. He reached his arm out for you to take, and he was quick to give you a kiss on the back of your hand and then tuck your arm into his elbow when you reached your hand out. Sure, Jake could be a bit unhinged at times, but at least he was a gentleman. Usually.

You glanced around to ensure no one was watching as the two of you made your way towards the exit, and you let out a squeak of surprise as you were pulled into a small room that you and Steven generally took inventory in. There were shelves full of museum merchandise, as well as a few seasonal posters and displays. 

“Jake, what the hell?” You asked, honestly just wanting to get back home to your comfy bed. 

“Sorry, cariño, I couldn’t help myself,” he said, his hands going straight to your curves. “From the moment I saw you in this dress and saw what that fucking cabrón was trying to do…I just…I wanted you so bad .” 

You chuckled at how possessive he was being. For such a big, bad mercenary, you would expect the man to have at least some restraint but alas, Jake was simply built different. 

“Aww, Jakey, don’t worry. The feeling is mutual,” you said, in a rather teasing manner. 

Jake rolled his eyes at the nickname. “Open your mouth,” he said, nearly out of the blue, looking at you through hooded eyes. 

You obeyed, not trying to dig yourself an even deeper hole. He made a show of reaching his hand up and pressing it against your throat, tilting your head back so he could angle himself above you. You closed your eyes, knowing what was to come, and nearly moaned when he spit into your mouth. 

He used his index finger to collect some of the spit that had hit your outer lip and cheek, and brought it back to your tongue. “Swallow” he commanded, a devious look in his eyes. You obeyed him again, clenching your thighs together as you swallowed nice and slowly, his hand still resting on your throat. 

“Good girl. Now get on your knees and show me what a good fucking slut you are for me, hmm?” He said, and if you weren’t already so willing to comply, his words alone would have made your knees weak anyways. 

You sunk down to your knees, making your dress ride up in the process. There was no way you were going to let it get ripped in this new position after seeing what it did to each of your boys, so you didn’t care to straighten it out or fix it. You looked up innocently at Jake, and you weren’t surprised that he was looking exactly where you had just been thinking of. You went to pull the material down out of the fear that he may make you cover up, but you stopped your actions when his hands gripped your shoulders. 

“Keep it like that, princesa. Reminds me how filthy you can be for me. For us .” He exaggerated the last word with a knowing smirk, recalling back to the occasions when he would watch in on the things you would do with the other two men he shared a body with. He mentally reminded himself to thank you for the floor length mirror you brought home to the flat one day, telling Steven that it was just for you to ‘give yourself a once-over before venturing out’, but that certainly didn’t explain why it had only ever rested against the wall directly next to the bed. 

“Take my cock out,” Jake said, and you felt your pussy clench at his words. You forgot how unfiltered he could be when he got like this–you loved it. 

“Yes Sir,” you replied, smirking as you used the title. Ever since you jokingly used the word to refer to him after a joyride in his limo one day, you had become aware of the effect it had on him. You used it a couple other times to tease him, all of which lead to some intense lovemaking (if you could even call it that after some of the sinful things you’ve let him do to you). 

You made quick work of removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, slowly drawing the zipper down. Once the material was opened, and you had a clear view of his hard cock in his boxers, you took the liberty of lightly stroking your fingers up his easily distinguishable shaft. 

Jake inhaled sharply at that, and grabbed your wrist to stop your actions. “I gave you an order, baby. Now’s not the time to tease.” He released pressure on your wrist, tucking your hair that had fallen forward behind your ear before leaning down to it. “Do I need to remind you that we are still in public? Huh?” 

“No.” 

“No, what?” He asked, a shit eating grin forming on his lips.

“No, Sir,” you replied, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“Good girl,” he praised, loving the sound of the title on your lips. “Now make me cum like a good little whore.”

You clenched your thighs together at that, sure that you were soaking through your underwear at this point. The vulnerability and filthiness of it all should’ve turned you off, but the chokehold that Jake had on you–sometimes literally–was no doubt the cause of many feelings you had yet to fully dissect. But hey, ignorance is bliss.

Not wanting to stall any longer, for both his and your sake, you reached into his boxers and took his cock into your hands. You used your dominant hand to stroke up and down the shaft, using the pre-cum that had already begun collecting there as slick to aid your actions. Your other hand went to his full balls that were surely aching from the lack of contact.

Just as you found yourself getting into a good rhythm, you were shocked to feel Jake removing your non-dominant hand and angling it up towards his face. He leant down slightly, looking directly into your eyes, and then spit twice into your palm. “Use both hands up here, cariño,” he said, gesturing to his shaft. “I want to see how they look on my cock.” 

You obeyed, gliding the hand with his spit in it along the entire length before bringing both hands up to the shaft and jerking him off. Your hands could barely fit around the girth of his dick, adding to the sinfulness of it all. That, combined with the wet sounds that the action made, seemed to be only amplified by the fact that you were in a relatively confined room at your place of work. You tried to focus on pleasuring Jake with your hands, but you couldn’t think straight with the swollen tip of his cock barely an inch from your face. 

In other situations, you may have been a bit more hesitant about acting without permission, but you could tell that Jake was nearing his peak as you kept stroking. You knew how much he loved your mouth on him, so you closed the distance between your mouth and his cock, swirling your tongue around what you could fit in your mouth. You were immediately met with a moan from the man above you, who had to bite down on his knuckles to stifle any other noises. From the way he was breathing, you could tell he was definitely trying to hold back, both physically and vocally, so as not to reveal your location to the others outside the door. You were honestly beyond the point of caring, so you picked up the pace a bit, removing your tongue from the equation and settling to suck hard on his tip. 

That seemed to really do something to Jake, provoking him to reach up and grab your hair in his fists. 

“Fuck! Such a good girl for me,” he praised, allowing his hips to thrust in order to match your tempo. You could feel his balls hardening as they came in contact with your skin, and you knew he was close. 

“Does my pretty princess wanna make me cum? Hmm?” He asked. “Right here, while your coworkers are in the other room?” He added, raising his eyebrow at your eagerness.

You nodded as a response, removing one of your hands to play with his balls once again and to allow him deeper into your mouth. The combination of your willingness to take him, as well as his eager thrusts caused him to nearly hit the back of your throat. 

With a few more deep thrusts, Jake was removing his hands from your hair, and using them to angle your face towards him how he wanted. You removed your hands out of instinct, opting to place them on either side of his hips instead. 

“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded, furiously stroking his length in front of you. 

“I want your cum so bad, Jake” you said, before doing what he asked. 

At that, he leaned down one last time and spit in your mouth again and you smiled with your mouth open, knowing he couldn’t resist.

“Ready for it, baby?” He asked, bringing his cock back to your open mouth.

You nodded frantically, closing your eyes when you could tell he was about to orgasm. You felt his cum hit your tongue and lips, the warm liquid tasting salty and distinctly like Jake. You nearly came with him at the sensation, as well as when he cupped your chin with one of his large hands to admire his work. 

When he released you, you made a show of swallowing the liquid and licking off what didn’t make it inside with your tongue. You made eye contact with Jake while doing so, who you could tell was in a state of complete bliss. You leaned forward to lick up any of the cum left on his tip, then tucked him into his boxers and pants. He offered you a hand to help you stand up, letting you get used to being bipedal once more as he replaced his belt. 

“Maybe I should play the role of damsel in distress more often, huh?” You asked, giving Jake a quick kiss as he adjusted his clothes and hair. You figured you should probably do the same, hiking your skirt back down and running a hand through your own hair. 

“And maybe I should take you out of here and fuck you in the back of my limo to remind you who you belong to?” He responded, clearly still jazzed from everything that had gone on over the course of the night. 

“Jakey, you know me so well!” You took his hand in yours, linking arms and allowing him to guide you out of the room and building with a hand on the small of your back.

As the two of you walked out together, you could’ve sworn you saw J.B. staring at you with wide eyes before looking between you and the security camera terminal. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have insisted on them being installed in the storage room.

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You are Loved Under the Moon (Khonshu)

Pairing: Khonshu x gender neutral! Reader  Words: 1.1k+ Warning(s): Bullying, slight self-consciousness, fluff fluff fluff A/N: Here is a continuation of Stretch Marks. I really like how it turned out. I used this persons request as inspo for this part <3, I hope to write more for Khonshu  Request:  Hello! Would you take a Khonshu request where the reader is insecure and having a hard time and Khonshu reassures and comforts them? 💕✨🐦 Stretch Marks

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You slowly walked back to your apartment with sluggish movements. Work wasn't much better after your late start in the morning. Your manager reprimanded you quite harshly for being late, despite it being the first time ever at your job. You pushed through though, until your co-workers decided to make comments about you behind your back.

More specifically, your weight.

You could tell they were intentionally trying to get you to hear what they were saying despite their "hushed" voices.

"Looks like they gained weight huh?" One whispered to the other two, just in range you could hear.

"Yeah, they are more pudgier now. What a shame." The other snickered. You cringed at their comments but kept pushing forward with your task.

"If they are dating someone I feel sorry for them." That caused them all to cackle before dispersing to work.

You try not to let their high school level pettiness get to you, but you couldn't help it. You didn't mind the weight you put on. Hell, you had just told Khonshu this morning it was happy weight, and it was. You were happy spending time with Steven and Marc, and especially happy with Khonshu and his attention to you.

But words can hurt more than sticks and stones at times, and this was one of those times.

You got back to your apartment and sighed at the mess you left. Hanging up your coat and bag, you scooped up your laundry back into the hamper before getting most of it in the washing machine. Before you started the machine, you stripped of the days clothes and put them in, slipping into your sweats and a loose shirt. You started your laundry and sighed again, feeling a headache slowly start to creep over you.

"This day has you more and more stressed, little human." You jumped slightly at the sound of Khonshu's voice. You slowly turn around and saw him lounging on top of your small dining table, his hand was clutching his upright staff that never seemed to be away from him. "What is it this time?"

"Hello Khonshu." You gave him a small smile in hopes he wouldn't see through the façade and slowly approached where he lounged. "What brings you back here?"

"Do I need a reason to check in on my favorite human?" He tilted his head.

"No I suppose not." You weakly chuckled and decide to lounge on your couch. You sat down and before you could lay down, Khonshu was suddenly sitting where you were going to lay your head, his staff left at the table. "Hey-"

"You didn't answer my question. Lay." His hand cupped the side of your head and guided you to lay on his lap. You were slightly surprised that you could lay your head on his lap, much less his lap had some comfort. His hand still laid on your head.

"It was just a bad day. I was running late and my manager overreacted and berated me. And then..." You exhaled, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes.

"Then what?" Khonshu pressed, gentleness in his voice.

"My co-works were making rude comments about me." Burning hot tears fell down your face and you cringed at the fact you were crying in front of a God. "They were making rude comments on my appearance, and some of their comments hurt. They made fun of the weight I gained and saying they felt sorry for anyone I dated."

"Miscreants." He growled.

"I know I shouldn't let their words get to me, and my weight gain never really bothered me, but it still..."

"It still hurts you, my dear."

"Yeah..." You sniffled.

"They are lacking sight and taste." He tapped you and shifted so he could move off the couch, you sat up and were questioning what the large being was doing. He then pulled you up to your feet, bow you were more confused. Khonshu then kneeled down and he was now peering up to you, his large beak at your neck, his hands were placed on your hips with a firm grip. He continued speaking,

"You have Khonshu, the God of the moon and protector of travelers in the night, kneeling before you and your radiance. Your being...your soul... your everything has me at your command, willing to do whatever you need or want."

"Khonshu..."

"Hush, I am not done." The tip of his beak tapped against you, making you chuckle. You then felt his right arm reach around at tug at the hem of your shirt. "May I?"

"You may, Khonshu."

"I noticed something particular on your lower back this morning." His hand slipped under your shirt and placed on your lower back, on your right side. "Did you know you have the mark of the moon here?"

"I did, but its just a birthmark..."

"I believe it has to do with why you can see me. Why we can touch each other."

"What is it?"

"I believe it is a mark on your soul. You and I are fated it seems." Khonshu's hand slipped out from under your shirt, and he slowly rose back to his towering height. His staff then suddenly appeared in his hand and you noted your mark matches the crescent moons on his appearance and staff.

"Fated?" You looked up to him. "Am I to be your avatar then? What about Marc and-"

"My dear, it simply means you and I share a connection like no other. Other God's have them as well, although I have only heard of Hathor meeting hers. I didn't think this was the reason until I was graced with seeing your body this morning." If he could smirk, he probably was smirking.

"You have such a way with words." You laugh, and place your hand on his chest. "If I am to have a connection to a God, I am glad it's to you, Khonshu."

"I am glad it is you too, my dear. You will always be under my protection no matter what, and you will never be alone. As I said, I am at your call. You will always feel love and safety under my moon."

You smiled and attempt to reach up to his head, but you were struggling with his height. You heard him chuckle before he leaned down. You gently place your hands under where his eyes would be, and placed two soft kisses on either side of his beak. His hands then took hold of your wrists and it was his turn, he tapped each of your cheeks with his beak as kiss and one tap on your forehead.

"I do have to ask you, little human..."

"What is it, Khonshu?"

"Would you like me, Marc and Steven to go after your co-workers?"

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When the World Caves In - Part 3

Marc Spector x gn!Reader

Warning/Tags: 18+, Language, Blood/Gore, Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Summary: The 3 months you had left with the boys, plus some.

Word Count: 5.7K

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Month 1

Days were filled with sorrow mostly. You moped around a lot. Only when you were at home though. Whenever Marc took you anywhere, it was like you blossomed. 

Maybe the thought of being in a home you were about to lose was burdening. On the days that Steven would have to work, you went out to every bookstore you could find. 

It’s not that you were looking for answers, but it didn’t hurt to at least try to find a loophole. You enter a little bookstore you found on the internet that specialized in historic finds. 

It was small and it smelled like ancient oils and paper. Each book on the shelf was hardcover, and bound in beautiful colors.

The owner of the bookshop looks up at you with a smile. It looked very familiar, but not thinking anything of it, you nod and begin to look around.

 You look for anything with an Egyptian looking title. Not many shops even had books on Egyptian Mythology, and if there was any it was just books written by teen fiction authors.

“Looking for anything in particular?” You jump as the voice comes out of nowhere. The middle aged bookshop owner was standing next to you. His spectacles on the bridge of his nose as he looked towards you. 

“Oh! I mean, I am just browsing.” You begin. “Do you happen to have any books on Egyptian Myths and Gods?”

He gave a small grin and motioned you to follow him. It was a small bookshop but it seemed to spread for miles. Which was strange. 

As you kept walking, the man turned towards the bookshelf and his fingers glided over the many books. His fingers stopped on a green bound book.

“I do believe this will have all the answers to what you’re looking for.” He said as he handed you the book. 

The book was quite heavy. Looking down at it, you noticed that gold text was appearing before your eyes. You look back up and notice the man has disappeared. 

Walking back to the front of the store, you notice that a different person was at the cashier. It was a woman now. She gave you a smile as you walked up to the counter.

“Hi there, dear! Would that be all for ya?” She asked politely.

“Yes ma’am, uhm if you don’t mind me asking, where did the other gentleman go?” You asked, and she gave you the same confused look.

“I am the only one here with you.” She frowned. “Did a man enter in with ya?” 

You shook your head and shrugged.

“I must be mistaken, sorry.” You say.

She rings you up and sends you on your way. You apologize again and thank her for the book, and leave.

As you step into the crisp air, you take a moment to appreciate the view. London has always been a second home to you beside the rough streets of Chicago. Sure it rained a lot more, but there was something about it.

Even as you walked home, you began to memorize every street, every store, every person you passed by. You feel yourself beginning to zone out as you enter the apartment building and make your way upstairs.

When you enter the flat, you throw your keys onto the counter and fall into the armchair in the living room. You take a deep breath before pulling out the boom you had just gotten and opening it up to read.

“The Autobiographical Account of an Avatar” You read aloud. ‘Weird, no author…’

As you began to read, it became more clear that the author had the same predicament as you. Searching for answers and ultimately giving up something in return.

There were no answers on the page however. Usually by the end of the book you would have a solid answer. This was not the case, you were left with nothing more than insight on what it felt like.

“Darling, I’m home!” You heard Steven’s voice ring out into the small flat.

“In here!” You reply and set the book down. He walks in to find you curled on the armchair. Of course he smiles and gives you a peck on the cheek.

“How was your day, love?”

“Oh you know, the usual…” You respond. “Hey, can you look at this book I found?”

He looks at you quizzically before nodding. You hand him the book and see the curiosity in his eyes.

“Where did you get this old thing?” He asks while flipping through the pages.

“You know that bookstore behind the theater?” He nods. “It was a bit strange, but this old man told me I would find what I was looking for in that book.”

You watch as he begins to skim through each page. Reading the same passages you had just read. He closes the book and looks up to you in a sigh.

“Imma read up on it more, then we can really dive into it.” He says. “But first, I’ve got a bit of a surprise for ya!”

He walks back to the counter and grabs a box and some flowers. When he hands them to you, you begin to feel how loved you are by all of them.

“What’s this for?” You smell the flowers and look up at him with a smile.

“Just cause we love you, that’s all” He says sheepishly.

You stand and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

“And maybe I thought we could do more than just mope around tonight.” The voice changed but you didn't bat an eye. You look up at him and smile. Marc only stared at you with love. 

“What did you have in mind?”

Thirty minutes later you found yourself dressed and walking in Piccadilly Square with Marc. He practically dressed you himself before pushing you out the door. Before you could ask where you were going, you both stopped in front of a very nice restaurant.

“No way, We cannot afford to eat here.” You say as you look up at him.

“You’ll actually be surprised to know that this is in our budget.” He responds smugly. “Plus it’s mostly vegetarian and vegan for Steven’s liking.”

You both walk in and stop at the desk. Looking around you notice how regal the setting is. Yet there was an intimate feel to it. Chandeliers and candles set at the tables.

You hear Marc’s name being called and you both are led to your table for the evening. The scenery in the restaurant is everything you could have imagined. 

Marc notices you are looking around and reaches for your hand. This pulls you back into reality, and you smile brightly back at him.

“How did you know I wanted to come here?”

“Because everytime you pass by with Steven, I notice you staring into the window.” He smiles back.

Just as he finished explaining, the waiter came by. He was an older gentleman with a very sincere smile and a thick Italian accent. With some explanation of the menu, he writes your orders and leaves in a hurry. 

When you look up at Marc, you notice that he looked a bit nervous. You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Marc, sweetie~” You pur at him. “Are you alright?”

He nods his head and smiles. “Yeah I’m good. Just thinking about everything going on.”

“Well Steven said he would look over that book I found. Maybe that will finally have answers.”

“Maybe… How did you say you found it again?”

“There was a little bookshop on my walk today… It was strange.”

“What was the name of it?”

“Oh uh, I don’t think there was a name. It just said ‘Bookshop’ on the sign. Thought it would be worth a try.” Now that you thought of it, it was really strange that the bookshop just appeared out of thin air. You had never noticed it before walking down that street.

You pull yourself out of your thoughts as the food arrives. Everything looks stunning. Looking up at Marc, you notice the smile forming on the corner of his mouth. This man would go to the ends of the earth for you, and he has proven that time and time again.

“Are you gonna propose to me tonight?” You ask innocently, and this makes him choke on his food. “Ah! Sorry!” 

He clears his throat before responding carefully. 

“Did you want me to propose tonight?”

Thinking for a moment, you smile. Yeah it would be great if he did, and the answer would have been a straight away yes. If there were different circumstances.

“I mean.. I dunno, You just never take me out to places like this so I’m just investigating.”

“I wasn’t planning on it tonight, however I do have a ring.”

You take a bite of your food, you consider your next response carefully.

“I think you should wait. Just in case.” You look up at him, finally making eye contact. He nods and continues with his dinner.

Once the both of you finish, you thank the waiter while Marc pays then you both go on your way. 

Walking down the same street you came, you both stop to sit on a park bench. The breeze of the night was nice, and cool.

His arm is wrapped around your shoulder as you both watch people pass by. This is what peace felt like. You had never known anything of the sort until now. 

With Marc, everything felt easy. The dreaded thought of losing him creeps back into your mind. There was little you could do to stop it. You hardly notice the tears that begin falling down your face.

He turns to look at you and notices immediately.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” 

You see his eyebrows furrow with worry as you continue to cry silently. He knew you hated when people watched you cry.

“I just hate to think that this won’t last much longer.” You quietly admit. He pulls you into a tight embrace. Your head resting against his shoulder.

“Why don’t we get you home and I’ll show you how long I will love you for.”

Looking up at him, you see the darkness in his eyes as you realize what you meant. You wipe away your tears and nod. Getting up and walking home was not a hard task. It was being able to keep your hands off of each other, while walking to the flat.

You kiss Marc lovingly as you both stumble through the flat door. You can feel the eagerness of his mouth on yours. As soon as the door is fully shut, he picks you up and holds you against the wall.

Never have you felt a sensation like this. The pit you have been feeling has disappeared, and was replaced with arousal. His lips trail down your neck as you let out a breathy moan. 

Marc just had a way with his mouth. You grip his hair between your fingers. Tugging at it slightly earns you a growl from the back of his throat. You knew exactly what type of reaction you would get from him. The reward of it made you smile against his hair.

Removing you from the wall Marc made his way towards the bed, setting you gently on the mattress. He begins to remove his clothing before demanding you to do so as well.

He watched the way your body moved as you began to take off each layer of clothing. Once everything had come off, he held you close to feel the heat radiating off your skin. Loving each touch you laid on him.

The only thing missing was the dark mark he set to show his love for you. Slowly he began to kiss your forehead and trail his lips down every inch of skin.

Once he has made it to your chest, he begins to suck at your skin lightly. Leaving little bruises along your collarbone. After feeling satisfied with that, he trails lower until he reaches your hips.

You feel a tug on the upper part of your thigh, and you realize he had snaked his arms around them. Marc smirks before pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed. He can see the heat in your face.

“Oh, darling, you smell so fucking good, and I bet you taste just as sweet.” He heavily exhales before laying his tongue flatly against your tight core. You hear him moan against you which makes your toes curl.

“Marc, fuck~” You groan loudly.

Every slurp and moan coming from his mouth sent you into a deeper spiral. You could feel the heat flow through your veins and you grow closer to your orgasm. 

He knew you were close too. The way the tip of his tongue assaulted you, sucking and lapping at your hole. As you were about to release he removed his mouth suddenly from you.

Your head flew up once he moved his face from between your thighs. How dare this man deny you the release you needed. All these thoughts were removed as you noticed him hovering above you.

“Hi baby.” He panted. You stare in awe at the gorgeous man above you. The curls sticking to his face, and the way he lovingly gazed at you made you melt. He was the only man you could ever love.

“Marc?”

“Yeah?”

You bite your lip and he continues to stare. Waiting for you to respond, he moves a piece of your hair out of your face. Cradling your cheek in his hand.

“Can you just fuck me already?” You ask calmly, which prompted a laugh from him.

“As you wish, darling.” 

Without a single hesitation, Marc lines himself at the edge of your entrance and thrusts in. The squelching sound that was created in that movie was deafening. You could feel your cheeks flush red at the way he made you slick up with just his touch.

Your moaning was driving Marc to his spilling point. Until you begin whining at him.

“What was that, baby?” 

“Flip me over!” You say along with a high pitched moan.

The groan above you comes out long and loud, before you feel Marc pull out. Grabbing your hips and flipping you over. He dips down to kiss your lower back before trailing up to your neck. 

His hot breath sends goosebumps down your entire body. Feeling his hard cock pushing against your entrance once more, you turn your head and whisper.

“Come on, Marc, fuck my brains out.”

A loud growl erupts from his chest before he pushes your head into the mattress. He buries his cock deep within you in one thrust setting a brutal pace.

“I bet you love the way I treat you like a slut, huh?” 

You were drunk. This whole experience made you intoxicated with his scent, the way he panted in each thrust, and how his cock stretched you. His balls slapping against you.

Clenching around him each time he thrusts, your moans begin to intertwine with each other. You could tell he was close to coming. 

“M-Marc, I’m close!” You whine

“Come baby, come for me.” He responds in a dark tone.

That was it for you. You begin to clench around him repeatedly, seeing white flash in spurts. It must have been enough for Marc to release because you feel him pull out. The hot liquid running down your spine.

You finally collapse onto the mattress, Marc doing the same next to you. Feeling a tug on your arm, you look over and see Marc lazily smile at you.

“You look absolutely fucked out.” He chuckles towards you.

“No thanks to you.” You tease back. Sticking your tongue out at him.

He begins to stand and walk to the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. You watch as he turns back to you and smiles softly.

As he approaches you, he grazes his fingers against your arm. Setting the washcloth on your back you shiver as he starts cleaning you up. 

It was endearing how he always took care of you. Especially after sex. You remember your first time with him and Steven, and how they took turns giving you extra love and attention after.

A soft smile pulls itself on your lips as he finishes wiping you down. Throwing the washcloth in the hamper, he climbs back onto the bed and pulls you against his chest.

Listening to the rhythm of his heart and the steady breathing, you begin to fall asleep. Nothing was more peaceful than how these after moments were. Feeling utterly relaxed with the man you love laying beside you.

Month 2

You rushed down the street towards the museum. Donna had called you because Steven had suddenly stormed out of the gift shop in a fit of panic. Figuring it wasn’t actually Steven, you turned into the nearest car park and waited.

As if on cue, a black cab pulled down the driveway and stopped right next to you. Pulling your arms into a crossed position, you waited for the man to roll down the window.

You watched as it came down slowly and the man inside stared at you. He tried his best to avoid your eye contact but failed to do so. Turning to meet your angered face.

“Cariña! What a surprise to see you here!” He said nervously. Waiting to see the response you would give him. “Qué quieres mi amor?”

“Don’t you ever do that again! You had me worried sick, Jake!” You started. He flinched at the harshness of your voice before you noticed a blush begin to creep up his neck.

“Mi vida, whatever do you mean?” He coyly smiles before you interrupt him. 

“Park the car, and let me talk to Steven!” You practically screamed it. This was a side of you they barely saw. Getting overwhelmed wasn’t something that was normally brought out.

Jake did as you told him and came straight back to the entrance of the car park. Head hung low, you noticed a shift in his eyes. It was Steven. You sighed in relief before pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Love, I’m so sorry for making you worry.” He says softly into your neck. The edge of his nose grazed over the crook of it. “I don’t know what made me panic like that.”

You sigh, and rest your head against his. It really sounded like he was panicking and not that Jake needed to be somewhere.

“It’s okay honey.” You begin silently. Feeling head rise from your shoulder. “I’m not mad, I just got scared, that’s all”

He intertwines your finger before admitting, “It was the silly old bird. He got in my head.”

You look around to see if you were truly alone. Of course you were, but the paranoia didn’t cease.

“What did he say to you?” You ask gently.

“He told me to quit searching’ about.” He held onto you tighter. “Said there was no use. To think of something else.”

You pull back to stare at him. How could Khonshu say something like that? Actually you should have figured he would say something like that. It just wasn’t fair, but it made you realize you both should come up with a backup plan just in case.

“Let’s get you home, Steven. We should probably talk about what he said.”

With that notion, he nods and you both walk arm in arm back to the flat. It was silent the whole way home. Both of you in the harsh thoughts presented to you. You thought about different ways to start the conversation, and who to start it with.

Once you get up to the flat, you both settle into the sofa and sit in silence. You look up towards the sweet man, and set a hand on his thigh. He turns to look at you with his sad puppy dog eyes.

“Can I talk with Marc, love?” You ask sweetly.

“Course. Course you can.” He kisses your cheek softly.

Watching his expression harden, and his eyebrows furrow. He turns to look at you and smiles once he notices your eyes flicker against his lips. Leaning in, he kisses you slowly and deeply. Taking note of how sweet your lips taste from the coffee you had abandoned earlier.

“Mm, Marc” You say, trying to pull away. “I need to talk to you.”

He pulls back and stares at you intently. Tilting his head slightly as to question the sudden need to talk.

“Did you hear anything Khonshu said to Steven earlier?” 

The grip on your shoulder tightened. You didn’t need to hear a verbal confirmation because the body language already confirmed it.

“He doesn’t know what he was talking about that damn demon.” He gritted through his teeth.

“Marc… Maybe he’s right though. I mean what happens if we can’t find a way to give Ma’at an offering?” 

“We could always sacrifice Jake…” You watch as he grins, then turns his head towards the black TV screen. It was probably Jake cursing Marc.

“I’m serious!” You giggle out. “We need to come up with a plan to either stand up to Ma’at or…” 

“Or what?” 

“What if we met again?” You look into his eyes. Looking for any reaction to what you had just said. He just stares though, as if to process what you had just said.

“Meet again…” He ponders. “Like how you met Steven?” 

You nod eagerly. “Yeah like how I met Steven.”

“Okay.” He sits for a moment before continuing his response. “Let’s get a plan together then.”

And that’s exactly what the both of you did. You planned that if anything were to happen, Marc would be the one to find you and meet you all over again. 

Through the next few weeks you both got little sleep as you continued to research anything on Ma’at and her infamous deals. Book after book, you and Steven read and wrote notes. Compared each other's findings.

Nothing was coming up though, there was nothing in those damn books that would help your situation. As you both were finishing your current books, you hear Steven lighten up with surprise. You look up from your book and look at him quizzically. He held the green hardcover book the mysterious man from the giftshop had given you.

“Listen to this!” He starts. “Ma’at is known to bargain with anyone who does deeds for her.”

“But I already made a bargain with her…” You sink back down into the chair you were sitting in. “Does it say anything else?”

He turns back to the book and you watch as his eyes skim the page. You watch as he stiffens and darts his eyes around the rest of the passage.

“What is it, Steven?” You sit up and watch worriedly.

Shaking his head, he looks up. “It says the only way for her to leave you alone is to either finish the deed or perish.”

You gasp. Of course. That is the reason why you haven’t found anything useful yet, because there wasn’t anything useful. You get up and cross the room settling down next to Steven. He opens his arms to embrace and you fall into his arms with tears stinging your eyes. 

There was nothing to be done, so naturally you both agree on your Plan B. Both of you sit there in silence, taking in all the information you had digested the last few weeks. You look up at Steven and notice his soft eyes staring down at you.

“You know somethin, love?” He says. “I have loved you ever since I laid my eye on you.”

You giggle at the confession.

“Was this before or after you spilled coffee on me?”

“Amore.” It was Jake now. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “We have all loved you since then. Especially after the compassion you showed Steven after the fact.”

“Or when you wanted to intimidate me?”

This earns you a chuckle. “Si, amore, even when you showed me some compassion too.”

Jake never usually was out for more than 10 minutes, unless the both of you were having sex. He sat there with you for 3 hours talking, and reminiscing of the memories you all created together. It was nice. You felt safe. That’s what it was like to have them in your life, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Month 3

Jake woke you up with kisses against your shoulder. It was one of the first nights you had slept fully. Not that you got much sleep as it is.

Your night consisted of three rounds of sex, and this happened quite often. Jake being the last since he likes to be rough, and you preferred it that way. 

Weeks began blurring together since the month started. Not knowing what day or what time you would be summoned to Ma’at’s tomb.

The dreams of Ma’at were becoming more vivid. Like she was actually standing there watching in the shadows. Most days you would wake in a cold sweat, shaking until Marc held you and made sure you were okay.

Each passing day, your eyes were getting heavier to the point of you falling asleep in the most ridiculous places.

That was until Khonshu showed back up. Out of blue he appeared in the small flat that you all resided in.

Both of your presences are requested. He spoke

Marc jumped at the sudden booming voice. His eyebrows began to furrow and you could see the heat rising to his face.

“Why? What happened?”

Do not dare question me, Marc Spector. You both were requested by Goddess Ma’at.

You gasped, and got out of the bed. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. You still had 3 more weeks. That didn’t stop you from starting to shake. Not that you were frightened of Ma’at, but scared of being without Marc, and Steven, and Jake.

“Yeah? Well you can tell Ma’at that we’re not going!” Marc growled. “Tell her that she can’t have Y/N!”

This is not up for debate. We go now. Suit up, and put on the robes provided.

With that he vanished. Without any hesitation, you ran to Marc embracing him. He held you too. You felt how he was shaking and you couldn’t help but to cry. None of you were ready for the events about to transpire. 

You don’t remember the journey to the destination. Just that you both were at home, then at Ma’at’s tomb.

Khonshu said there was one more task to be completed in order for this ordeal to be over. The sacrifice. You already knew what had to happen, and both you and Marc were prepared.

A whole plan was set in place, just in case you could not find an alternative.

Walking inside the tomb you noticed candles were already set up. Ma’at and Khonshu were both behind the altar, chatting like old friends. When they notice the both of you walking in, they turn and you notice Ma’at grinning.

Hello my pet. She started, Are you both ready to complete the ritual?

“Wait a damn minute!” You turn your head in surprise to see Steven standing there in his suit, sans the mask. “What makes you think we would give up that easily?”

Quiet, Worm! You have no say in this matter. Khonshu stated harshly. Bring back Marc.

“No!” He screamed in return. “You can’t take them from us! This is absurd!”

You grab hold of his hand to calm him down. Steven usually only bottled emotions when he thought he was being a burden. When he overflowed though, that was a different story.

“It’s alright, love. Bring back Marc” You say calmly. It wasn’t a question but more of a demand.

His eyes fill with hurt before he nods. Everyone watches as the suit morphs into Marc’s traditional garment. Still holding his hand, you bring it up to kiss it.

“Remember the plan?” You ask.

“Meet you at the coffee shop.” He replies. Nodding your head, you step forward and clear your throat.

“Ma’at! We are ready for the ritual.” 

Perfect. Leave the rest to Khonshu and I, little one.

You look at Marc questioning what that meant until you feel chains grab hold of your wrists and pull you down to your knees. You scream out of pure shock.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see him turn to run forward, but his leg was also snagged by a chain.

“Khonshu! Take this restraint off of me!” Marc yelled, trying to get back up again.

That is something I cannot do. You and I both know this cannot be helped.

“Please you stupid fucking bird!”

Language!

Watching the interaction made you more anxious than you already were. You didn’t understand why you needed restraints until you saw Ma’at approach with a long dagger.

“Wh- what is that?” You ask nervously.

“No!” You hear Marc scream in the background, but your focus was on the goddess in front of you.

This is our ceremonial dagger, Pet.

“And what is it you are going to do with it?”

Well you see, I shall make a cut on your neck so that we may extract your memory of Marc Spector.

You turn your head towards Marc and see the tears rushing down his face. In that exact moment, you realized everything you were about to lose. Your whole world. Marc, Steven, and Jake.

Tears well up in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. 

“Do what you must.”

Without any hesitation, Ma’at steps foward and slices a deep cut down the center of your nect and chest. Blood begins to pour out of the wound and onto your white dress. 

Ma’at waited a moment to watch the crimson blood stain the dress, then she reached through the wound and pulled a long sver string from the inside of your chest.

The memory wasn’t found in your mind, but in your heart. True love was the key to everything you had researched. If love got you here, then you knew it would be fine again if Marc ever found you.

You began to get dizzy as you watched her do this. Realizing that you may not have much time left.

Not realizing you were falling, you look up to see Marc holding you as you lay on the floor. How did he get there so quickly? What was gonna happen now?

Struggling to get one last message out, he shushes you and places his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, and woeful. This was it. Your final goodbye.

“Marc…sweet Marc” You say weakly as your vision begins to fade away. “Remember to find me in the future.”

“Baby I promise.” Tears falling silently from his eyes. “I will always look for you. Even if it takes eternity.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you too.” 

It’s the last thing you hear before the darkness consumes you. Nothing like death though, just darkness. The memories of meeting Steven in that coffee shop disappear in the abyss.

You wake up a week later in the hospital. The doctor had said a man found you unconscious near a river. However, you have no recollection of even being near a river.

After a week goes by, your released from the hospital and life continues as normal. Lunch dates with your mom, spending afternoons in the park, work. How you dreaded the very thought of it.

Sometimes, though, when you looked out the window you feel as though someone was watching you. Not in a creepy way though. Like in a way a protection. A Guardian Angel perhaps?

And a Guardian Angel he was.

Epilogue

The bell to the small coffee shop dinged as a customer walked into the store. You look up from your computer to see the most gorgeous man at the counter. Grabbing your coffee, you sip mindfully as you listen to him order his drink.

“Medium black coffee, please. Maybe one sugar on the side. Thanks” His gruff voice intrigued you. It sounded almost familiar

“Can I get a name for that order?”

“Marc.” 

You notice the barista smile cutely at him, as if to flirt, but his eyes divert to anywhere else in the room.

Then you lock eyes with him. It was an accident but you can’t help but hold your breath. You see his face turn white, as you both stare at each other.

‘Do I know him?’ You think as you turn your attention back to your computer. How embarrassing, you didn’t mean to stare that long. Glancing back up you see as he steals small glances at you as well.

Deciding that would be it for the day, you begin to pack up your bag. Looking back at the stranger while doing so. He waits quietly for his coffee, playing on his phone and looking up periodically. 

You sigh and gather your belongings. Too focused on your things, you don’t notice the man rushing to leave as well. Bumping into him, you clumsily drop your americano down the front of his shirt and pants.

“Oh! I- I am so sorry!!” You stammer as you grab napkins from the counter. You hear a small chuckle before glancing back up.

“It’s not a problem,” He starts. “Not the first time this has happened.”

You look into his eyes to see his truthful reaction. Smiling back, you hand him some napkins. 

“Please let me pay you for the trouble. The laundromat maybe?” You huff out. You definitely were gonna remember this in 10 years from the embarrassment.

“Oh, well…” He also looked embarrassed. His cheeks turned red slightly. “Maybe pay me with your company?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You blush in return, this complete stranger was really asking you out?

“Sure” He smiled. “We could make it a date.”

You smile back at the man. He seemed different, yet the familiarity of his existence was comforting.

“Great. Then it’s a Date!”

Fin

First Part - Last Part

A/N: Thank you Thank You Thank you for reading this series! This took me a very long time to write and I know it's not my best work, but I do appreciate the love and support! I really hope you enjoyed this, and I have already written a few one shots that happen after the Epilogue! Cheers!

taglist: @ahookedheroespureheart

[luvpedropascal]

Suddenly in desperate, desperate need of taller reader content- specifically for steven-

How he'd look up at you with those big beautiful eyes just makes me feel some kind of way :(

i know 😭😭😭 here are some of my thoughts (half fluff half smut)

- i definitely think that steven would really enjoy your height difference. never for a second would he have any negative feelings about it. on the contrary, he would probably notice you’re taller than him and find it really hot.

- no matter how big the height difference, steven would like joking around by standing up on his toes to kiss you playfully, even if he doesn’t need to.

- whenever you’re standing and talking to him, even if his head is only tilted up a tiny bit, he’s looking up at you through those long lashes and his eyes somehow look even more angelic.

- one day you tell him how pretty his eyes look when he looks at you like that and he smiles shyly, his eyes crinkling and looking even prettier and you just kiss him until he’s losing his balance

- hugs with him <333 even if it’s a small height difference, the difference makes it more comfortable for you to hug him around his neck and him to hug your waist, which makes for the most comfortable, perfect hugs. he’ll rest his head on your chest and you’ll tuck your head against his shoulder, and you just fit perfectly together.

- one of his favorite things is when he’s cooking or doing something with his back to you, and you come up and hug him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder and just swaying with him. it feels nice to have you so close and your bodies fit so well together and so he just loves it.

- on a more nsfw note, your height difference also really really turns steven on. we know he’s the sweetest, most submissive boy, so having even the slightest height difference makes steven feel a little more small and powerless around you.

- he likes the way you loom over him when he’s on his knees, or how you lean down to kiss him and have to tilt his chin up just a little.

- he loves the way you look down at him just a little bit, your gaze soft yet so powerful, it always gets him going.

- your legs are longer than his so during sex you have leverage against him, using it to pin him down or flip positions with him and he loves it.

- if you’re strong and not afraid to show it, steven will go absolutely feral over it in bed. pin him down, toss him around a little, maneuver him the way you want — he’ll become a submissive, whimpering, pliant mess for you.

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so many thots™️ about this…

[preciousscarab]

First Times

Jake X Reader, Steven X Reader, Marc X Reader

Summary: After meeting Jake for the very first time by accident, you realize you're just as attracted to him as you are to Steven and Marc.

Warnings: Minors DNI! 18+, straight up doing the dance without pants, choking, rough dancing without pants, no protection, oral (f receiving).

You woke after another late night with Steven, deep conversations and Egyptian lore. Steven was a nerd, no denying that, but you adored spending time with him. You were the one to initiate anything with Steven, he was too nervous to do anything of the sort with you. Marc was the dominate one, the one who took charge and made you his. You'd grown used to enjoying making Steven yours, right now he was no where to be found. You figured he left the house to get some coffee or breakfast, knowing that today you'd be spending the whole day with him.

You turned over to get a peak at the clock, reading that it was five am. You furrowed your brows, Steven would never be up this early, he loved to sleep in. You decided that likely Marc got control of the body, and he was getting breakfast of some sort. Marc always got up early.

You decided to roll back over and wait for one of the boys to come back and laugh off your confusion. You scrolled through a couple news outlets while you waited, seeing another story about the strange masked vigilante protecting citizens at night. You wondered who Khonsu suckered into being his avatar and scrolled down to see a suit similar to Marc's, with darker detailing. The article was posted this morning, and was just starting to gain traction, you closed the article and continued scrolling, seeing that today would be rainy yet again.

You heard the unmistakable sound of the elevator beeping and heavy footsteps until they reached your door. The familiar lock clicking and door opening had you sitting up and smiling. Though the man who walked in the door looked more like Marc than Steven, you could tell something was off with him. He had the darkest eyes you'd ever seen on your boyfriend's face, and a cap on his head. You knew neither of your boyfriends wore hats, nor stand in the doorway looking at you like you had three heads.

"Is this a prank?" You chuckled nervously, trying to let on you didn't like it.

"You're not supposed to be awake..." An unfamiliar accent had you terrified as he shut the door and locked it behind him. He kept his eyes on yours as he took his hat off and set it on the counter.

He pulled a brown bag from his pocket and opened it, reaching inside to pull something out. "Oh my god you're going to kill me aren't you." Your words came out quickly, the fear in your voice lingering with every word.

He pulled a muffin from the bag with a confused expression, "Um, well no. I didn't expect this to happen." He stepped closer to you and set another muffin on your nightstand and walked away, "Usually you're still asleep when I get home, and I'll just let whoever back in control." He continuing chewing on the muffin like he hadn't said something so jarring to you.

"Who are you exactly?" The fear you previously felt dwindled to confusion.

"Jake. We're not supposed to meet though, so do us all a favor and act like this didn't happen, yeah?" He turned the coffee maker on and started brewing a pot, it was clear to you he'd been to your flat before, and knew his way around easily.

"Why aren't we supposed to meet?" You threw the blankets off your legs and stood up, cold air stinging your bare legs.

His eyes looked you up and down for a moment, his body growing tense, "You don't want to know. Besides, Marc and Steven are starting to wake up, so I need to go now. Enjoy breakfast, on Steven of course I'll give him credit this time." He went into the bathroom and changed into Steven's pajamas, crawling back into bed and eyes rolling back.

Once they returned, Steven's face looked at yours in a confused manor, "Was I sleep walking again?" He asked.

"Um no Steven, why didn't you tell me you have a third alter?" Steven raised his eyebrows and laughed for a moment.

"Because there isn't one, just Marc and me in here." He knocked on his head with another laugh. "Come back to bed its too early for this."

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Every time you brought up the mere existence of Jake, Marc or Steven always shut it down, laughing at the thought of another person using the body.

Weeks went by and you ceased your mentioning of Jake, Marc and Steven didn't believe you anyways, so you knew you'd just have to see him again. You tried catching him constantly, but he was always one step ahead.

You found yourself pretending to sleep, the clock telling you it was two am. Steven's peaceful snores suddenly stopped and you felt his weight shift on the bed. There was no way it was him sleep walking this time.

His body walked across the floor effortlessly quiet and you sat up, "Excuse me, where do you think you're going?" His eyes snapped to yours and laughed.

"Alright, you caught me this time Y/N. What's up?" His accent causing you to grin, it was him. Jake was real.

"I need to know why we aren't supposed to meet. Why Marc and Steven don't know you're even there." He sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Señorita, you're going to get yourself into trouble." His tone was almost flirty, a blush stained your cheeks instantly.

"I need to know. I won't tell them I promise." You figured playing into his game might work better.

He sighed and nodded weirdly, "Okay, I was created by Marc, unknowingly of course, and I protect the body at all times. Neither of them know I exist or seem to have caught on to all the lost time both of them face because of me. If whoever is in control of the body gets into trouble without being able to fix it, I do." He shrugged, "I'm like the darker piece of this body. I get what needs to be done in any means necessary."

You slowly processed, knowing that Marc and Steven experienced black-outs in consciousness, waking surrounded by blood and bodies. "Why can't they know?" You stammered.

Jake leaned closer to you, his dark smile sending shivers down your spine, "Do you really think after all they've been through together that they could ever accept me?" You instantly found yourself shaking your head, "Exactly, so do us all a favor and keep it between us?"

"Jake it feels wrong..." His head tilted at you, his was so expressive in different ways than Marc and Steven. Yet you found yourself attracted to him, your heart hammering in your chest as his finger caressed your jawline.

"It could be our little secret." He enticed, he ran his hand around your throat and grinned when you didn't pull away.

He froze for a moment and moved away from you, looking at something in the kitchen. "Not tonight I remembered I have other plans." He growled and gestured at you in the bed.

You realized quickly Khonsu was in your kitchen talking to Jake, Jake was Khonsu's avatar, and the darker suit in the news. Yet when he turned around and apologized you forgave him instantly.

"How long have you been Moon Knight?" You asked and he pressed a finger to your lips.

"That's confidential, preciosa." His other hand found the back of your head, gripping your hair and pulling you in for a kiss. He was somehow more forceful than Marc, yet you liked it. "How long have you been thinking about me like this?" He murmured into your ear and started kissing your neck, using his teeth to leave nibbles everywhere he went.

Your mind was fuzzy, it felt so good to be letting Jake do this, "A while." You finally replied and he grinned into the crook of your neck.

"You have no idea how long I've been thinking about your like this querida." He continued his assault and you took it as an opportunity to pull at his shirt.

He yanked it off and shoved your back against the bed, parting your legs with his and climbing on top of you. His lips pressed to yours again and he forced his tongue through your lips. He continued until you were trying to pull away for air, and moved back to your neck.

One of his hands moved to cup your breast through one of Marc's shirts, you whined loudly moving to grind on his growing bulge. He chuckled against your neck and pulled you to sit up to pull off your shirt.

"Wow you're so beautiful cariño..." He words trailed off and he laid you back down, sitting on his knees to look at you, his eyes showing his arousal. "I never expected you to be this perfect. I've never..." He shook his head, "I've never watched either of them fuck you." Jake grumbled and moved back down finally to pepper kisses from your neck to your chest.

He left your wordless, and soon breathless after he had you naked, he yanked a leg over his shoulder and pressed kisses to your inner thigh. "Can I touch you?" You nodded and continuing to kiss your thigh, his thumb swiped across your clit, causing you to whine pathetically.

His finger swiped across your folds and felt the wetness, "Wow cariño, you're so wet." He made quick work to start fingering you with one thick finger. You whimpered loudly and he bit your thigh gently, "Want me to kiss your clit?" He asked softly, you nodded once again and he smirked, moving down to begin sucking on your clit. Your hands found his hair, pulling his curls hard as he added another finger into you.

"Jake fuck that feels so good." His pace quickened at the praise and he pulled your thighs on his shoulders.

"Come for me." He ordered and continued his pace, the obscene sounds of him fingering you and eating you was getting you closer and closer. Jake moaned against your clit as the pressure built in the pit of your stomach, until the tight coil snapped. Jake held you tightly against him as he made you ride out your high, the sensitivity biting as you tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

"Jake..." He pulled away at once and wiped your arousal off his face, you're breathing was still uneven as he calmed you down with more kisses along your neck. You could see the bulge in his pants and knew it wasn't over yet. "Do you want me to touch you?" You asked and Jake chuckled.

"I'm thinking I'm a little past that princesa, can I fuck you?" You sat up to start pulling off his pants, nodding once again. "Ready for more?" He asked as you pulled but his hands stopped you.

"Yes Jake." He got off the bed and pulled his pants off in one fluid motion, standing in tight black boxers you admired him as you admired the body of your boyfriends. Once his boxers hit the floor, Jake's large member was on full display, his head angry in color, and precum already leaking from the tip.

Jake climbed back into the bed and eased himself between your legs, "I'll go slow at first, let me know if I'm being too rough." He then pressed the tip of his cock into your entrance, groaning as he pushed himself all the way in.

You could never quite prepare yourself for your boyfriend's length, Jake went as deep as he could and pulled his hips out, slowly moving in and out. You were already adjusted to his girth, watching him in ecstasy until he was ready to pick up the pace. He watched your facial expression as he started to quickly pound you.

Jake pulled your hands above your head and held them there as he continued, the other hand moving between your thighs to rub your clit. Your panting and moans only seemed to encourage him, his grip moved to your neck and he squeezed lightly to ask permission to choke you.

You nodded and his grip instantly went to an unforgiving restrain, the slight dizziness with the pleasure making you want to come again already, "Jake I'm close you need to slow do--" He choked harder and your words were cut off with the airflow, he loosened with a dark grin on his face.

"No. Come." He growled and within seconds his encouragement sent you over the edge once again, crying out his name when his grip on your neck disappeared and his hand flew over your mouth to deafen the sound of your cries.

Jake pulled out and turned you onto your side, going right back into your pussy to continue slamming into you. You hardly even recovered from your orgasm and the pressure was starting to build up. Jake held both thighs and watched you try to overcome the overstimulation he was giving you proudly.

He pulled out again and pulled you on your hands and knees, lining up with your entrance from behind as he began again. One of his hands cupped your breast, as it bounced from how hard he fucked you.

"Fuck Y/N, can I come in you?" He grabbed your hips roughly to fuck you even harder.

"Yes please Jake!" You cried out as the pressure because too much and you were coming undone again, you felt his hips stutter against yours, and his member twitching as he came inside you.

Jake pulled out and grabbed his shirt to clean you both up. He eased you back onto your back, "Stay let me get you some water." He ordered, you obliged and tried to even your breathing.

Jake helped you sit up and handed you the glass of water, not even realizing how thirsty you were until just now. He inspected you for any marks of any sort and kissed any spot he found.

"Did I hurt you at all?" His voice nervous, you shook your head no and his shoulders relaxed. "You did so good cariño." You blushed and he laid you back down.

You sighed blissfully as he tucked you back into bed and climbed in beside you, "Remember Y/N, our little secret." You didn't have the energy to fight him on it, he spooned you as you fell asleep.

When you woke up in the morning beside Steven, he blushed, "Oh sheesh, did you and Marc have fun last night?" He chuckled and you let out a tired laugh.

"I'm not sure, probably if it wasn't you I guess."

"It wasn't me either." Marc replied looking at himself in the mirror.

You chuckled, knowing now you had beat Jake at his game and Marc and Steven argued who could've left all those hickeys on your thighs and chest.

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A/N: Yayyy!! I'm so happy to finally put another piece up, as per last time, please consider dropping a tip in my bio if you enjoyed! Let me know what you think!

[heartsfromjeanee]

(Sorta) Wrapping Presents

Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake offers to help wrap presents while you run errands...or at least attempts to wrap them

“Jesus, Jake it looks like a bomb of wrapping paper went off in here.” You stated, as you entered the flat you shared with him.

It was only a week until Christmas, and while you had gone out to run some last minute errands but still had a ton of gift wrapping that had yet to be done. When complaining about it to Jake, he offered to wrap the presents for you (the ones that hadn’t been for him, Steven, or Marc of course), and you gratefully said yes with lots of kisses as a thank you.

Though, as you now return to the flat, your decision of accepting the offer was seeming more like a very bad mistake as you looked at the scene in front of you. There were bits and pieces of wrapping paper surrounding Jake, not to mention the random pieces of tape sticking to the nightstand next to him.

“Wrapping presents is a lot harder than it looks…” Jake muttered out while intensely focusing on the present that was currently in his hands, trying to tape down the excess wrapping paper onto the present instead of just cutting it off. Letting out a sigh, you put down the two cups of hot chocolate you had picked up on your way home onto the nightstand and stand down next to Jake.

“Here, let me help you,” you said as you grabbed a pair of scissors that had already been on the floor and snipped off the excess wrapping paper he had been struggling with. You then took a piece of tape and secured the present. Jake watched you in awe at how you could wrap gifts perfectly. You proceeded onto the next gift and wrapped it without a single thing out of place, and then put a bow on top of it. While you continued your actions, Jake moved himself, so he was now behind you, and he wrapped his arms around your waist while resting his chin onto your shoulder.

“How come yours always comes out looking so pretty?” Jake muttered with a hint of jealousy as you finished wrapping the last gift. You let out a soft laugh, as you leaned over and placed the final gift down with the rest of the wrapped presents.

“Just takes a bit of practice, that's all.” You hummed and Jake nuzzled his face into your neck, placing a few soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You smiled, as the smell of hot chocolate filled the room, and the soft sound of Christmas tunes coming from your record player played in the background. It was moments like these that really made you remember why Christmas was your favorite time of the year.

[daniveigt]

Every part of you.

Summary: The reader is a painter and after asking the boys a lot they let her do a painting of them.

Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley.

Warnings: fluff, some crying, but nothing really sad. It's just love, and more love.

a/n-sooo... I had this idea before going to sleep, scrolling through twitter. I saw this very cute drawing of the three together, but when I went to save the page it updated. I hope it's okay, it's been a while since I wrote. Remembering that English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. hope you like it! Written on my cell phone.

gif credits to the owner!!!

Steven was the first to accept. He didn't even think twice when I brought the idea to him. Every time he had the opportunity to see me painting he was by my side. Always with his eyes attentive to every movement of the brush, to the shades of color and with a compliment on the tip of her tongue and a chamomile tea in his hand.

Marc and Jake... I already knew I would have a job convincing them.

2 days after asking Steven I asked Marc. When Marc was around and I painted he was always in front of me with a cup of coffee in his hand trying to read some book about Egypt that Steven asked him to read and the computer open. Marc could never finish the books, or understand anything about them, but he made that effort for Steven. I stopped my work, painting a landscape from some image I'd seen in one of Steven's books.

"You're looking..." Marc said already with a slight smile on his face. "Can I ask you something?" He looked up from the book and I saw a little apprehension on his face that he tried to mask with confusion. "It's no big deal, I promise." I took a deep breath and with anxiety already coursing through my veins I continued: "I was wondering if I could paint you." Marc's face lights up and suddenly closes: "Baby, are you sure, me? Do you, um, want to...paint me?" His voice dripping with confusion and insecurity: "But of course honey, you're the most beautiful person that my eyes have ever seen, you're my muse. It would be weird if I didn't want to paint you." He took a deep breath, closed the book, took a sip of coffee, closed his eyes, opened them and looked at me so softly that I ended up dropping the brush on the floor and said, "Of course love, whenever you want. Anything for you ."

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Jake is always sitting at the window behind where I usually paint, with a notebook in his hands writing and scribbling thoughts. Once I saw a poem for me in this notebook. I cried for 30 minutes rereading all the sweet words. If I told someone that my super scary handsome boyfriend writes poems and poetry, they wouldn't believe it.

Not that I would tell anyone about it. Never.

As I finished the same painting of some pyramid I repeated the same question that I asked Marc without a second thought. "Jake, can I paint you?" The sound of the pen on paper stopped immediately and I heard the rustle of clothes in my direction. He hugged me from behind and placed his face on my neck sucking in air and a sense of peace embraced me. "Yes. But only if you come to bed with me, Hermosa." And so without a second thought, I closed my paints, put the brush in the water, wiped my hands and went to bed with him.

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One week later, on a Thursday night after dinner I started my work. Steven was the first one that I started. He was nervous. I took my paints and canvas into the living room and instructed him to sit in the middle of the couch, sit and relax. I made him some tea and grabbed his favorite book and glasses. He silently thanked, took a sip of his tea and began to read. "Can you read it aloud dear?" I asked as I mixed the paints until I got the right skin tone. He nodded and started. And the sound of his voice lulled me and I started to paint.

4 hours later I was done. Steve asked to see it and I declined. I wasn't finished yet. I kept the painting while he waited in the living room and we went to bed.

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On Friday it was Jake's turn. Today was his day to go out and work with the limo. I gave him the same guidance that I gave to Steven. I made him sit on the sofa, on the right side, handed him his notebook and a pen and a glass of water and got to work. 4 hours later I finished. I have to ran from him so he wouldn't see the painting and went to bed with him.

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Saturday. It was Marc's turn. I started this morning after breakfast. I made him sit on the sofa to the left, handed him the computer, a cup of coffee, glasses and a book and went to my seat. Marc smiled at me, put his glasses on his face and started fiddling with the computer. 3 hours later I had finished it. I warned him and as much as he begged to see it I managed to say no and went to finish the last details and put it to dry. Then I put everything away and sat next to him on the couch.

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On Sunday the paint was already dry. I took it, put it on the table and put a white cloth over it and went to make breakfast.

Marc's Pov-

Marc woke up looking for her, not understanding where she would be so early on a Sunday morning. He got up, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and looked at Steven and Jake in his reflection. "Where is she?" Steven asked still trying to understand what was going on. "She must have lost sleep Steven." Jake started to reassure him. Marc finished brushing his teeth, smiled at them and headed for the kitchen, finding you finishing up the food.

"Good morning love" His hoarse voice making her jump and put her hand on her heart in fright. "Marc what are you doing awake? It was supposed to be breakfast in bed." I smiled seeing her face turn towards me with a slight frown. I immediately came forward and hugged her, "I missed you." "Go sit down dear, I have a surprise for you on the table, but please don't open it yet." With a kiss on her cheek I pulled away and headed towards the table, only now noticing the large rectangle covered by a cloth on top of the table.

"What is it?" Steven asked, looking up from the reflection in Gus's aquarium glass. "We'll have to wait and see buddy." I replied and she came towards me with a plate and a cup of coffee in her hand. Putting it on the table I pulled her into my lap and kissed her. "Hey." "Hey. You didn't peek did you?" she asked with a smile on her face. "No, I swear." I said taking a piece of bread off the plate smiling brightly at her. "Great, I want to see your reaction and the boys' too." She got up and walked towards the object on the table. "What do you mean the boys too?" I asked. Jake and Steven wondered the same thing in their reflection. "You'll see." She said handing me the object still with the cloth in it. "Please, if you don't like it let me know. Do you promise?" Her face was lined with nervousness and her hands were shaking slightly as I took the object from her hand. "Love, anything that comes from you I will like. And the boys think the same." Her face lit up momentarily and she motioned with her hands for me to continue and remove the wrapping paper.

The shock I got when I took the wrapping off came right away. My breath hitched and I heard Jake and Steven's hitch too. My hands started to shake and my eyes started to blur. By this time Steven was already crying and Jake was strangely silent. But I didn't turn to look at them. It was a painting. The painting she said she wanted to do of me and the boys. I did not expect it. When she asked each of us if she could paint us I thought she was going to do something simple, just one.

In the picture in front of me I could see our living room, with Steven's books in the background, the windows overlooking London. The table in the back filled with more books and papers with notes. And on the couch the 3 of us. Me, Steven and Jake. Steven was in the middle, reading a book, glasses on the end of his nose and his hair a mess. Jake was on the right, writing in his notebook with his hand in his hair and his legs on the coffee table. Squinted eyes trying to understand what he wrote. And I, on the left side with the computer leaning on my legs with a slight smile in my hand. I was shaking so hard, trying not to cry.

"Let me take over Marc." Jake said and I allowed it. "Hermosa, I-I, we don't even know what to say." I lifted my eyes to meet hers and was greeted with tears in her eyes and a small smile. "I-I, just wanted to show you guys with my eyes, I hope I did a good job." A small tear rolled down my cheek and Steven took the body and all the other tears came down. "Honey, it's, it's… amazing. I, I, love you. We love you. I, just come here, please." She sat on my lap and hugged me tight. Then Marc took over the body. "Thanks."

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[mendesxruel]

As for Steve Grant? Maybe patching up a wound he receives while he’s out Moon Knighting?

(love how you worded this akkdks) || tw blood

You heard the door of Steven's apartment shoot open. You had been waiting for him at his place because he had you worried after not responding to your texts or answering your calls.

He walked inside, tumbling, before falling to his knees. You could see some blood dripping off his nose onto the floor.

Running to him, you helped him get up and sit on the bed.

"What the hell happened?"

He groaned, "some guys..."

"Some guys?" you got up and headed to the bathroom, "you're gonna tell me everything, Steven, please."

You grabbed a towel and made sure it was damp before going back to the bed.

"Now lemme clean this up while you tell me what happened," you started cleaning the blood off his nose.

"T'was some mean guys, love... they- ah!"

Steven hissed as you touched one of his cheekbones, which looked red and purple.

"That's where the tall, grumpy one hit me," he cried softly.

"I'm sorry, Steven... you don't have to tell me now, let me clean this up and you can give me the details later, okay?" you said, grabbing his hand and kissing the back of it.

He nodded, the look in his eyes softening as he beamed at you.

[spacecowboyhotch]

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