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Steven Grant Oblivious Roommate Headcanons Masterlist

Content: gn!reader, mostly fluff, bit of action, violence, hurt/comfort later

The bulleted headcanons I’m pretending aren’t a fic. (It’s a fic)

Part 1: How you became roommates

Part 2: Adjusting to life in Steven's cluttered, vegan, insomniac existence.

Part 3: You and Steven both have a date. But not with each other.

Part 3.5 ~Interlude~ Why You're Best Friends Now

Part 4: Sometimes he almost seems like two different people

Part 5: ANKLE restraint??

Part 6: You help Steven Grant of the Gift Shop with inventory

Part 6.5~Interlude~What did you do to Steven?

Part 7: It Wasn't You, Steven

Part 8: He can't tell the difference between his waking life and dreams...except with you

Part 9: Things take a serious turn

Part 10: The Little American Man Living Inside His Head

Part 11: Sorry I didn't call you. I was sort of dead

Part 12: Finale

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❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

Marc spector x female reader💛

Marc feeling that the reader has left his bed so he leaves his room to find her on the sofa having an anxiety atack.

A bit angsty but mostly fluffy💗💗

now this is my first writing for marc but i loved this so much and I accidentally made it more fluffy than angsty

𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 – 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳

→ warnings: nicknames [babe, baby, sweet girl], description of shooting and dead body, panic/anxiety attack, angst, mostly fluff.

Before you can think of a plan to get away or even register the sound and what has happened Harrow pulls the trigger and shoots Marc right in the heart. You feel your world and your heart shatter into a million pieces all at the same time as you watch his body hit the water. blood gushes through his shirt around the wound and you need to cover your mouth fast to stop yourself from screaming. Tears quick to brim your eyes threatening to fall as you watch in horror as Harrow's men pull your boyfriend's body from the water, you wanted to scream, run at them, even if it meant simply dying alongside your boy.

Once his body was on flat ground his men stepped back letting Arthur set something small and shiny on his chest. He’s quick to leave Ammits tomb with the goddess in hand who was encased in a tiny stone statue, you turn the corner from your hiding spot the minute they leave and run right to Marc.

“Marc! Steven! Please my love, either of you please..” your voice gets caught in your throat and you choke on it. Tears began to softly stream down your face as you kissed his forehead and placed your hand over the scarab on his chest. Your heart feels like it’s been ripped from your chest, fighting to hold back the gut reaching scream that’s bubbling in your throat.

You’re jolted awake in a sweating, out of breath haze. Your heart feels like it's gonna jump out of your chest with how fast and hard it's beating. Your chest heaving hard, you felt like you couldn’t breathe properly no matter how hard you tried. head spinning, your eyes filling with hot tears, clouding your vision. It felt so real, you couldn’t even tell if you were still dreaming or not. You didn't know what was real, you couldn’t stop relaying the moment the shot rang through your ears and you watched the love of your life’s body hit the water. That sight is burned into your memory, every single detail of it.

Being so wrapped up in your spiraling thoughts you are startled at Marc placing a hand on your shoulder. He had been woken up by the jarring shift of your body besides him. His hair was all disheveled and fluffed up, his eyes half lidded, you’d make a comment of how cute he looked if only you could speak and weren’t in the middle of a panic attack.

“Babe…what’s wrong?” Once he woke up a bit more he took in your appearance, you were hunched over the edge of your shared bed, a hand on your chest, eyes brimming with even more tears and labored and inconsistent breathing. He pushes his way up out of bed to come sit beside you on the edge of the bed, it sinks down as he slowly sits down, he’s never seen you this way, it's slightly scaring him as well as steven.

“Hey..hey baby what happened..?” He is slow and careful as he reaches his hand to place on your knee in an attempt to calm you. The last he wanted was to startle you again. “Night-nightmare…of that night in the-the tomb…” your voice was so hushed and shaky Marc almost couldn’t understand you but the moment your wobbly words sank in, his heart sank to his stomach with them. More tears stream down your cheeks as you watch fear flash on his face, as if his sequence of events of that night just replayed in his own head.

“Thought i lost you all over again…” your words came out a little less shaky this time and yet your words break Marc’s heart all the same. “Oh..sweet girl…” he sighs and he softly wipes away your tears as they fall. You lean into his touch, your heart aching like you haven’t seen him in years, you needed to touch him, needed to know he was real. As he’s wiping your tears away you rush forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and smash your lips against his. “Need to know you're really there….” You mumbled into the kiss and through your tears, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut like you wanna never open them up again as if he’d simply disappear the moment you do.

He grunts and shuts his eyes, kissing you back deeply and softly. A kiss so full of love, devotion and tenderness, a kiss that restores the breath in your lungs. Marc softly pulls you in close by the waist and lays the both of you down, the both of you holding onto one another for dear life.

You both pull away slowly, limbs intertwined and panic subsided. “Dont worry im staying right here baby…” he whispers softly as he presses a small reassuring kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours, looking deep in your eyes. “I’m right here my sweet girl, nobody’s taking me away from you, not even over my dead body” he smiled sweetly and rubs his thumb over your stomach and hip.

You hit him lightly for his poorly timed joke and rub circles on the back of his neck. You’ll always forever be thankful for whatever in the hell happened that allowed marc to come back to you, and steven. You needed them both more than they knew.

“I love you” you whisper softly as you and marc drift off to sleep, body’s wrapped around one another, like your souls, forever intertwined.

→ a/n: so i fully intended on posting this a while ago but never did anyway, i kinda forgot a bit of the request like she was supposed to leave the bed but im still a bit rusty after a long ass hiatus again and i barely proof read this cause i wanted to post today!! I love Layla but for this to work reader pretty much sorta is Layla/replaces her but you and marc aren’t married lol

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[mimiiis]

Again (Steven Grant x fem!reader )

(photo not mine, will remove if asked!)

Summary: After going on many failed dates, you give Steven a chance.

Warnings: Not-proofread, Fluff? idk what to call this, mentions of bad past relationships, men r trash but Steven

A/n: This is like not my best so please be nice 😭 Idk where I was going with this but i kinda like how it turned out. Loosely based off of the song We’ll Never Have Sex. I hope yall like it and if you have any tips on how i can improve my writing PLEASE be kind and leave them down below :)

The wind howled outside as you sat at the table, staring at the falling rain from the window. The leaves flying in the wind as your eyes followed them made nothing in the moment seem real.

I’m screwed.

You thought, acknowledging the fact you didn’t have an umbrella nor coat suitable enough to protect you from the harsh winds. The sudden storm caught you off guard, reminding you that you forgot to check the weather before leaving home. You cursed yourself as you slumped down, laying your head in your hands, asking yourself why you were even in this god forsaken restaurant in the first place.

It’s because men are horrible beings , you reminded yourself. Or are you just too weak? You were always getting into relationships and situations where they’d throw you around, use you when they wanted to be satisfied , always only called upon when it met their own convenience. And you never once said anything, always glad you were the slightest bit wanted.

Then one day you got sick of it, casted out every man who you deemed unworthy and disgusting. But that lead you to soon realize it was easier to get out of these situations rather than stopping yourself from getting in them.

Poor old Y/n, always too nice to say no to a guy. ‘He might be better than the last!’ you always tell yourself. Only to be left high and dry in the end , like always.

Today was no different.

You were being set up with some guy through a friend, she said he seemed nice enough for you so you took a chance and you agreed to a blind date. Now you were sitting alone, in a restaurant far from home, stuck in a storm.

“Knew I shouldn’t have come.” You whispered to yourself. Grabbing your things to go before the bell of the door suddenly rung. The winds outside roared as someone pushed himself through and into the quite establishment.

“Woah!” He half yelled, half awkwardly chuckled at the same time. Dripping from head to toe, he stood at the entrance and started to shake his hair off. Grabbing napkins, he began to pat himself down as best as he could.

You stared in astonishment, realizing that that was the man you had been waiting for. Looking exactly like the pictures your friend had sent you. For some reason, you had half the mind to want to yell. But the other half wanted to laugh loudly at him. All you did was sit in place, contemplating on what you should do or say to the wet man at the door when or if he walks up to you.

And just on cue, he looked up and around the restaurant as you thought of him. Your mind starting to race as you grabbed your phone, pretending to be on it and praying he had not seen you staring.

The squelching of his shoes was heard as he made his way to you. Your heart beating faster and faster as he got closer. Then the wet noises finally stopped, and you looked up.

There he stood in front of you. A man with an awkward but handsome smile whose jacket and jeans were dripping wet. His hands fidgeting with the paper he was previously using to dry himself with, he asked “A-Are you Y/n?”

You stared at him, surprised at how attractive he actually was in real life. Something about him and his aura almost put you in a trance as you took him and his entireness in. You wanted to look away but couldn’t. The noise of a nearby notification going off is what brought you back to reality.

“Oh! Uhm yes, I am. Steven right? Please, sit! I’m sure it was freezing outside, let’s order you something warm yeah?” You finally responded , extending your hand out to the seat across from yours, urging him to sit down.

“Yes! and a-alright then.” He said in a slightly shocked and nervous tone. He slowly took a seat, taking off his jacket to reveal a complete dry shirt.

“Quite the weather we’re having, huh?” You commented, glancing outside and back at him, trying to set up a conversation.

“Yeah, came outta of nowhere! Was waitin’ for my bus and before I knew it i was drippin’” He started, “thankfully I had my jacket and was able to keep the better half of me dry.”

The way he spoke so excitedly made you want to giggle. ‘ Cute’ you thought. “Yeah, I hadn’t seen today’s forecast so I was caught off guard, horrible.” You said.

“It’s not quite horrible, let’s you remember that nature can always surprise you even if you think you know it all.” He tells you in a somewhat solemn manner.

“You big about that stuff? Nature and how life works?” You ask, curious on his slight change in tone.

“Oh me? Not really, I just yknow- Somethin’ I like to think about some times.” A ghost of a smile appears on his lips at the end.

Something about the action and manner of how he spoke made you want him to talk forever, even though you’d just met him. Strange, you thought . But payed it no mind.

You stayed quiet for longer than you’d intended, realizing an awkward silence was slowly creeping into the conversation you wanted to build.

“Oh so , Museum! My friend knows you from her job there right? Why’d you start working there?” You spoke ,wanting to know more about the man in front of you hoping that he would answer with some type of energy he previously had brought.

“Well you see, I actually love Egyptian Mythology! And the place I work at has an exhibition of all that sorts of stuff, I enjoy telling people about the stories of each artifact and how the ancient civilization used them. I find it to be interesting.” Steven said, so enthusiastically it almost stunned you. You’d never met a man who answered that question correctly, let alone so happily.

“Really? Personally, I don’t know much about that stuff but I’ve always admired how advanced such an ancient civilization was.” You wanted to urge him on, to have him to express his interest more to you. Seemed like a good conversation starter. “I usually like the stories in all that type of stuff, what’s your favorite?” You asked.

Steven looked shocked that you asked that question. He starred at you almost dumbfoundedly,and a spark in his eyes lit up. The slouched position of his shoulders soon perked up, his back straightening as he brought his hands up when he began to talk.

He spoke with such excitement , every word and description he told lured you in and made you feel as if you were there. He told you stories after stories and how they all connected to each other. He explained how a certain artifact was used during the mummification process, how or why they stored certain things, inventions and their uses.

This man in front if you shared so much information you didn’t even know one person could hold. The way every word flowed so easily out of his mouth seemed as if he had rehearsed how he was going to say them hours beforehand. It all drew you closer and closer to him, the entire time you listened to his rambling. More than half an hour had past and you still wanted more.

-

When Steven had arrived and you two had gotten to talking, it was around sunset. But now, the wind and rain settled, and the moon had come out. Shining behind parting clouds and illuminating the outside , the two of you continued to talk. About anything and everything.

You had found out Steven actually worked the gift shop, and was not a tour guide like you had originally thought . You told him that he’d be an amazing one, how he should stick up for himself and tell his boss he deserved that position! This lead to a conversation about annoying supervisors from old jobs, then to favorite restaurants, to old childhood memories, and the list went on and on.

He was unlike any man you had met. He actively engaged in the conversation, never once bragged about himself, respected when it was your turn to speak. In the few short hours you’d known him, you felt as if you’d actually known him forever.

When it was time for you both to leave, you thought he’d go his own separate way but he stayed with you. On the bus, every walk to the next stop. He held the doors for you, payed for both of your fairs every ride, he had even given you his jacket when you had commented on how cold it was. He was such a gentleman and you felt a fool to have fallen so fast. Every word you continued to exchange made you happier and feel as if you could explode from it.

-

“My stop is the next one actually, I had a great time Steven, honestly .” You told him, getting up and beginning walking to the doors to soon exit.

“Really? Mine is too! Mind if I walk with you?” He soon followed after you. Running along like a puppy after it’s owner.

A giddy feeling arose as you giggled at his action, now more comfortable around him. “Of course” You replied, a smile on you lips.

Steven blushed, he found your laugh to be cute.

The two of you continued your walk home. After finding out Steven lived to the right and you the left, you told him to go ahead and go home. That you could walk by yourself and be safe, but he insisted that he should drop you off because “one never knows.”

The action made you beyond happy. Realizing a date had never walked you home before. Steven was beyond kind and charming that you had completely forgotten about your past , how a man who did want to walk you home just wanted one thing after.

You almost stopped at the realization, anxiety beginning to creep up and consume you. The thought that Steven might only be putting on the whole nice guy act was to make you swoon and probably allow him to sleep with you made you sick . You hated the fact you’d have to turn him down, after he had been so kind the entire evening.

He seemed so nice too, you thought. But then again, you had just met him.

You sighed as you arrived to your flat, standing outside the doors and looking up to the sky. The guilt of having to reject Steven became too real and it made you want to cry.

“Y/n? You alright, love?” He asked, noticing you were away in your thoughts. He noticed your now uncomfortable manner and became worried. The nickname he gave you stung, you had to stop yourself from wanting to forget about your pride and wrap your arms around him. It almost physical pained you with the fact you had to use harsh words to turn down what you thought to be a kind man.

“Did I do somethin’, I haven’t been talking too much have I? “

Taking a deep breathe, you turn towards him and begin to do something you knew you would regret for the rest of your life.

“Okay look, tonight has been amazing. I really enjoyed your company. Hearing about all of your interests, your job, and you just being so kind in general really made me think we could go out again. But then you asked to walk me home and.. I don’t think I can allow anything beyond talking right now.” You paused, waiting for a reaction from him. But nothing, he didn’t rage at your rejection and start to scream. In fact, he’d seemed confused, worried, and interested in what you had to say. So you continued.

“A while ago I told myself to stop getting into these situations, to not allow them to continue any further where I can’t stop it. So this is me standing my ground. I’m really sorry Steven, but I can’t let you come in.” You finished.

Silence.

He starred at you, almost dumbfoundedly for the second time tonight. He was confused and didn’t understand why you’d tell him such a thing. But he repeated your words in his head, trying to piece them out and solve the meaning behind them. And he did.

Shock colored his face, and he became embarrassed.

“Oh, no! Please, I swear it is nothin’ like that! I would never do anything to disrespect you or think of you in such a way that’s improper, I mean I’ve only just met you! I would really love to talk more and get to know you much better before I could attempt such a thing.” Steven stammered over his words, trying his best to make his intentions clear. His nice and innocent intentions that you had mistaken for horrible and evil ones.

Now it was your turned to be shocked and embarrassed. You wanted to scream at yourself for being so dumb!

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Really, oh my god. I didn’t mean to offend you if i did, I just- assumed because its happened so many times!” You half yelled, trying to explain to him your actions. You were on the verge of tears and wanted nothing more to crawl into a hole and die.

“No, no,no it’s alright, I swear I understand. It’s horrible that you and other women have to think like this. I just want to assure you I could never. And you might not trust me but I swear, you seem like a wonderful girl and I’d love to know more about you. Really.” He said, trying to reassure you.

You took deep breaths to try and settle down, a blush high on your cheeks as you managed to look back at the man in front of you.

“I- Thank you for.. that. I’m really terribly sorry I assumed such a thing. But, if this whole incident wasn’t too much of a red flag, maybe we can continue to talk more?” You finally were able to speak again, trying to get away from the embarrassing topic you had brought up. Though a cloud of shame still continued to hang over you.

Steven’s face lit up, “Of course, would love to.” He bashfully accepted your offered.

“Well I uh- best be on my way up, thank you, Steven. For everything.”

“Oh yeah, I need to be gettin’ home as well.”

A moment of silence. Neither of you seemed to make a move to leave. Staring into each others eyes, you felt as if something was missing. As if you left, you were to leave something unfinished.

So you made a bold move. Taking a step forward, hoping that if you did something might happen. And something did happen. He took a step too.

Now, you two were almost chest to chest. All but a few centimeters apart. Bubbles rising in your stomach as you knew the moment you were waiting for was coming closer and closer. Hope filled your chest as Steven extended his hand to your cheek, immediately melting into it as he did.

Titling your head up and forward to him, you close your eyes. Waiting. Hoping. For something, someone, to come to you.

And he did.

Soft, sweet, lips met yours.

Bliss.

The sweetest kiss a man had ever given you. You didn’t know how you’d live if you pulled away.

You melted deeper into the kiss, wanting more. Wanting him to continue further, abandoning all morals you previously had. But Steven pushed away.

You almost sighed in disappointment when he did. Opening your eyes you looked at him in confusion. He continued to hold you face in his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

He did his best to resist you. Looking up at him with plump and pouty lips, he deeply wanted to respect your wishes and fought with all his power to not kiss you again and more passionately.

“Let’s wait a bit more, yeah?” He managed to whisper, his voice now raspy. It made you weak in the knees to hear him. Nodding your head, you managed to whimper out an “uh-huh.”

Steven lets go of your cheek, the warmth of his hands stays on your face as the cold wind hits you. You expect him to leave it at that, to bid you farewell and leave you there as you watch him go. But you’re wrong.

He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he bows down. You face flushes, becomes hotter than you think you can handle to the point where you might pass out. Such a simple action, but it made you almost swoon harder than the kiss.

“I’ll see you then?” He asks. Letting go of your hand, placing his own inside of his pockets.

“Yeah.” You reply, the word barely a whisper as you say it.

You don’t know how, but you managed to carry yourself inside. Opening the door without looking back, you enter the apartment complex, get inside the elevator, and inside of your home. All while a wide smile stayed on your face.

You thought about him, the kiss, and his touch. You tried to remember and keep the memory of his smell fresh in your mind, soon realizing you were still wearing his jacket.

“Oh,” You gasped, you had forgotten about it.

-

Outside, Steven Grant stayed where he was. Standing there, remembering the softness of your skin.

He smiles to himself and thinks about you. A sudden chills passes over him, the wind begins to howl as it did earlier that evening.

He suddenly becomes aware that he left his coat with you. But he doesn’t worry, nor call you and ask for it back. Instead he smiles, thinking about how he has an excuse to see you again.

[enneadchosen]

                                   𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑈𝑆,                            𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐾 𝑌𝑂𝑈’𝑅𝐸 𝑈𝑁𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐶𝐻𝐴𝐵𝐿𝐸,                       𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑊𝐸'𝑅𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝐷𝐸 𝑂𝐹,                        𝐵𝑈𝑇 𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑊𝐸’𝑅𝐸 𝐺𝑂𝑁𝑁𝐴 𝐿𝐸𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊

                                               ind. sel. moon knight                                                   adored by seraph

[ivystoryweaver]

Steven Grant oblivious roommate headcanons pt. 4

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Part 4: Sometimes he almost seems like two different people

"Steven, what are the chances that we both had terrible dates on the same night?” You pose the question.

You and Steven tipped the server at the steakhouse and walked home, arms linked.

“At least you had a date. I guess I misunderstood... I thought today was Friday.”

“You thought today was…”

Something is up. You and Steven sit side-by-side on the couch, arms touching from shoulders to elbows, feet stretched out on an old trunk that doubles as a coffee table

You remind Steven that he was visiting his mom on Friday - even missed work because of it

Something strange happens to him then. He gets flustered and he can't seem to string together a coherent sentence.

Then he goes completely statue-like, and deadly quiet. His breathing changes - it slows. And almost imperceptibly, he pulls away from you.

You ask if he's ok. He nods once, pushes off the couch and starts to walk away. "Just tired." His voice sounds different.

Did you say something wrong? Maybe he just feels terrible for getting stood up. Yeah, that's probably it. He's embarrassed.

You scurry behind him, reaching for his arm. He always likes your hugs, so you try to hug him.

You just want to see the tiniest smile from him, or at least to remind him that he's wonderful and it's Dylan's loss.

He stiffens at your touch - then he gently shrugs you off and says goodnight.

You feel like he's punched you square in the chest. Seriously, your breathing is affected.

The next morning, you find Steven talking to Gus - an adorable habit of his. "If you're Gus, then I'm the bloody Queen of Sheba," he mutters.

Things get weirder. Steven misses more work shifts, but whenever you ask him about it, he shrugs you off and acts different. Maybe this is why he can't keep a roommate?

Sometimes he almost seems like two different people

You try not to take things personally - after all, you're co-workers and roommates. Maybe he doesn't share your feelings about your friendship.

One day, after you switch from the train to the bus, on the final leg of the trip home, you notice a man watching you. In fact, you're pretty sure he was watching you on the train too. He's followed you onto the bus.

Steven wasn't at work today, so you're alone. Maybe you're just paranoid.

When you exit the bus at your stop, the same man exits behind you. Your heart beats wildly - you pick up your pace. So does he. You turn to take a different path home. He's not ten paces behind you.

Just when you think you might break out into a run, a hand grabs your arm. With a yelp, you see that it's Steven. He doesn't smile or give you a typical greeting. His hair is pushed back from his face, styled neatly.

"Come on, let's get you home." What is going on? He doesn't even sound British. He takes your hand and pulls you along.

"S-Steven?" You ask. "Where were you today? I thought you were sick."

"Not now," he answers, in a hushed tone. "It's not safe." He says nothing else. He simply maneuvers you home, keeping a possessive hold on you.

His mouth is set in a firm, thin line. His dark eyes scan your surroundings for danger. His defined jaw clenches in determination.

You're so confused, but you feel safe. "Thank you," you gasp.

He spares you a glance and a nod. Then he tucks you into the door of your flat and gives instructions. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

You protest.

"I just wanna make sure it's safe. Stay here." He leaves.

Twenty minutes later, after you've paced a hole in the floor, Steven comes back. "Oh...hi love. You hungry? Just got some takeaway."

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[lights-on-the-ridge]

I waited for 5 years to see a live action...

-a sexy skeleton bird

-sexy alligator god

-space werewolves (???)

-a respectful representation of DID

And i can gladly say i received 3 of the four, i am very happy right now omg

[moonlightmagus]

Tag Dump, These are all I can think of for now, will be adding more later,

[moonknightsonata]

Book Dilemna

pairing: Marc Spector x reader, Steven Grant x reader

summary: You’re moving in with the boys, and Marc greatly underestimated how many books you were bringing into their already full of books apartment.

cw: What’s a little bickering between lovers, Marc suggests something blasphemous about books several times. Mostly fluff.

wc: 1413

a/n: Is this a little anecdotal of when I moved in with my boyfriend and he thought I had too many books? Yes. I can only imagine how many books Steven and I could have if we combined our libraries and we would both be in heaven but Marc hates it.

Here’s something a little sweet while I work on something heartbreaking with Marc.

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Marc thought Steven had a lot of books. He had naively assumed Steven had the biggest personal collection of books that someone could have in one apartment, and that only libraries or bookstores would have more than him.

That thought left his brain immediately when he was lugging up the tenth box of books from the moving van into his - now shared with you - apartment.

He unceremoniously dropped the box on the table and rolled his shoulders as he gave you an unimpressed look. “Please tell me that was the last box of books.”

You looked at him from the kitchen where you were unpacking your favorite mugs into the cabinets. “Um… how many have you brought up?”

“I think that was ten.”

The grimace on your face let Marc know it was not, in fact, the last box of books. How many books could you even have? Marc wondered if you had even read them all, or if you hoarded them like a dragon. He groaned as he sat at the dining table, leaning his head back on the rest of the chair. “How many more?”

You gave a little shrug, apologizing. “Maybe a few more?”

Marc’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you suspiciously. “A few, like 3 more or a few like another 10?”

“… 5? I’m not sure honestly…. I didn’t keep track when I packed them up!” You defended yourself, putting the last mug away. You made your way towards the door, slipping shoes on. “I’ll go get the rest of them, you sit for a few minutes, you’ve been going up and down for the past hour and a half.” You really did feel bad, Marc was being such a trooper after all, lugging your stuff from the van.

Marc shook his head, already standing up and wrapping his arms around you to stop you from going downstairs to get the boxes. “No, no, I can do it. C’mon, I was Moon Knight - I’ve dealt with ancient Egyptian gods, you think I can’t handle boxes of books?” he teased.

“You’re the one complaining -“ You started, before Marc interrupted you with a kiss. As he pulled away with a grin on his face, you rolled your eyes. He started it.

“Where do you and Steven plan on putting all these books, huh? Steven’s books already have most of the real estate in here.” Marc gestured to the stacks of unorganized books that already claimed every available surface of the apartment sans the kitchen counters and dining table.

“We just have to organize them a bit, we’ll fit them!” Marc raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms with an incredulous look on his face. Your confidence wavered a bit under his look and as you took in the inventory of just how many books were around you. But really, you were sure that with a bit of organizing you could fit them all.

“Maybe you’ll have to get rid of some -“ Marc started before he heard two interruptions.

Are you out of your mind? Steven.

“Are you out of your mind?” and you.

If it wasn’t so annoying how you had both screeched at the mere suggestion of losing a couple of books, Marc would’ve found it hilarious that the two of you had been so in sync. He raised his hands in mock surrender, he at least knew when he’d lose a battle. “Okay, okay, forget I said it. Geez, you and Steven hated that idea.”

You smiled triumphantly, both for getting your way of keeping all of your books, and the fact that at least one of your boyfriends understood. Two against one worked in favor, after all. “Good. At least one of you has some sense! Getting rid of books… unbelievable!”

She’s right, Marc. Getting rid of books, that’s just mental. Steven agreed with you, and Marc could see him shaking his head from the corner of his eye in the mirror hanging nearby.

“At what point do you two have too many books?”

There’s no such thing as too many books!

“There’s no such thing as too many books!”

“You two have to stop doing that.” Marc deadpanned, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Let’s just finish getting all of them into the apartment, before we decide what to do with them. I will honestly be shocked if you and Steven can fit all of them on these shelves.” Marc said, opening the front door to go back downstairs.

You trailed behind him, at least to help finish unloading the van so that he wasn’t the only one doing the heavy lifting. “We’ll fit them all, you’ll see!”

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You definitely were not going to fit all these books.

You and Steven had waited for the next weekend to tackle organizing and shelving both his and your collections.

The day started with the two of you bickering over the proper way to organize the books.

“Definitely by title.”

“Title? But then you could end up mixing the subjects! We should do it by subject and genre.”

“That might work for all of your history books, Steven, but what about my novels? Some are romance, some are fantasy, and some are both! What if one of my romantic fantasies get misplaced into the ‘just fantasy’ section?”

Oh my god, you two are making this so much more complicated. Just put them on the shelves!

Steven’s gaze shot over to the mirror hanging on the wall so quickly, you thought he might have gotten whiplash. “We certainly will not “just put them on the shelves”, Marc! They have to be organized.

Do it by color then.

Steven knew if you had just heard the blasphemous words that Marc just suggested, you would lose your marbles. “Absolutely not.”

“What? What’d Marc suggest?” you asked curiously.

“Organizing them by color.” Steven snorted, even adding an overdramatic touch of shuddering his shoulders. “Can you imagine, love? By color?”

You paused and Steven’s bemused expression fell. “You can’t be serious.”

”I’ve seen pictures online where people have done it, it did look kind of pretty.” You shrugged, nonchalantly. You couldn’t say you would actually humor the idea of organizing books by color, but the absolute conniption it put Steven in almost made you reconsider.

”How would you even find anything?”

“I know what color my books are! Not my fault that most of your history books are all brown and yellow.”

Steven couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His own partner, suggesting organizing books by color. If he wasn’t so in love with you (and if he didn’t think it would be a case of the pot calling the kettle) he would’ve called you mad.

After about ten more minutes of bickering, discussing how to organize the books, you and Steven had agreed that first by genre, and then by title would be the simplest way. It would most likely be the quickest way to find books when they were needed.

It took another three hours just to organize the books into stacks, spread out around the apartment and labeled with sticky notes on what genre they were (which also lead to a few more interesting debates on whether you would sort ‘general mythology’ books with his Egyptology books, or should it Steven just have a ‘mythology’ genre - or should your romance books be separated by ‘young adult’ and ‘adult’).

But by dinner time, you and Steven had managed to get many of the books onto shelves around the apartment.

You were washing the dishes after dinner, when Marc approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck. “I’m surprised you two got as far as you did.” Marc had honestly suspected he would come to front and find the apartment overrun with books.

You turned your head towards him, beaming with a prideful gleam that Marc could practically hear ‘I told you so’ coming. “You doubted us?”

”When I could hear you two arguing practically all day? Yes.” Marc chuckled, rolling his eyes.

You returned the eye roll and handed Marc a towel to start drying the dishes you were washing. He took it from you, diligently drying and putting the dishes away. “We weren’t arguing, we were discussing.”

”Mhm. If you say so.” Marc says, a teasing grin on his face.

“Although… I hate to say you were right about one thing.”

Marc’s face lit up and he grinned like a cheshire cat.

“Oh? Do tell.”

”We’re going to have to buy more bookshelves.”

[hsllfirescoopsreblogs]

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「 ✦ moon knight boys ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all moon knight boys stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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MASTERLIST ✩ OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS ✩ 4/25/24

★ @mgparker

☼ comeback to me

☾Mark leaves on a mission for Khonshu while you deal with a confrontation of your own. Unfortunately, this particular foe is aware of your specific skill set and uses your weakest spot to deliver a fatal wound. Laying there defenseless and abandoned, your final desire is to speak to the love of your life one last time.

☼ should’ve listened

☾ your tendency to put your loved ones above you puts you in what would’ve been a deadly situation, had you not been an avatar of the goddess of the sun.

★ @starryevermore

☼ more hearts than mine

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

☼ not what he thinks pt2

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

★ @spacecowboyhotch

☼ proper date

☾ steven gains some knowledge about how he and reader met…and some about himself.

☼ the honey girl

☾ sometimes the meddling of old men pays off.

☼ unlikely

☾ a look into how marc and reader met.

★ @moonlight-prose

☼ kiss me once

☾ dating steven grant came with its challenges. between being a superhero, sharing the body with a man you hardly knew, and his forgetfulness, you felt dizzy. so when your date goes awry, you take matters into your own hands.

★ @loud-mouth-loser

☼ not him

☾ you’ve been steven’s best friend for a while and have had a crush on him as long as you’ve known him. unfortunately, his eyes are on layla, his alter’s wife. let's just say, you’re not the only one put off by this. this is a story of how you and marc bond over your sorrows

★ @sarahghetti

☼ can you pretend to be my boyfriend

☾ the boys pretend to be your boyfriend in order to save you from a creepy stranger.

☼ direction to perfection

☾ one day, your vigilante lifestyle leads to you to crossing paths with a moon-serving weirdo in white bandages. jake promises that he won't get in the way, but there's something about his smirk that has your spidey-sense tingling, and what do you know—

★ @popquizhot-shot

☼ magic

☾ you were married to Jake and after the events of moonknight, the boys get to know of jake and of you. Steven adores you but Marc just sees you as a friend. Right?

★ @runa-falls

☼ reciprocation2 pt 3

☼ request

★ @soft-girl-musings

☼ salt and pepper

☾ Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?

☼ stranger danger

☾ There's safety in numbers, do you want mine? (too soon?)

★ @romanarose

☼ misunderstanding

☾ When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

★ @primosworld

☼ blueberry pancakes

☾ You’re frustrated with Jake not being apart of your relationship so you take matters into your own hands.

★ @projectionistwrites

☼ imploding the mirage

☾ You’ve been escaping into yourself more and more often, and the boys are starting to notice. How are you supposed to explain to them that you don’t want to live in the moment, when the version of your life inside your head is so much better than reality on the outside?

★ @heartthrobin

☼ press your tulips to mine

☾ Steven's apartment has become overrun with more bouquets of flowers than any one man could ever find use for, but they would continue to pile up as long as the pretty girl at the flower shop continued to melt him with that syrupy smile each time he walked in.

☼ my bleeding dream, my shadow in the light

☾ you were convinced, no: you were sure, that Jake Lockley couldn't stand the sight of you. then why was he consistently banging at your door in the middle of the night, dripping in blood and begging to be stitched up?

★ @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

☼ what you like

☾ Marc gets in his head about being with you, Steven talks him through it.

☼ embrace

☾ The reader is dating them but is kind of scared of Jake (is very quiet and weary around him, doesn't like his physical touch) because he was cold and mean to her when they first met (he wanted to "protect" Steven) but now all he wants is to hold and love her. The opportunity finally arrives when she's sick and needs his help. (He forcefully fronts bc he's not letting this opportunity go to waste)

★ @bibli0thecary

☼ in the stars

☾ steven finds it hard to believe that you’re gone, while marc is forced to live with endless regret, and jake continues to blame himself for everything.

☼ no one can hurt you

☾ they would never bring you into the face of danger, but what if danger comes preying on you? 

★ @ichorai

☼ dlz

☾ jake lockley wasn't your husband. steven and marc were. jake was just... he was just there. a ghost living in your house.

☼ love dog

☾ your neighbor was delusional. he cried a lot, spoke of nonsensical happenings, and always appeared somewhat lost. you found yourself to be rather fond of him

★ @foli-vora

☼ there’s always tomorrow

☾ Steven needed a wingman. Or maybe he already had one, he just didn’t know it.

★ @petertingle-yipyip

☼ so long london

☾ Dating Steven was always a bit of a gamble. So when a beautiful woman comes to town claiming your boyfriend as her husband, you find a whole new side to the man you love..

★ @peterman-spideyparker

☼ celebrate

☾ The boys realize that they've never celebrated your birthday with you, despite being with you for well over a year and you celebrating their birthday. When they find out when it is, nothing will stop them from giving you a birthday for the record books.

★ @freelancearsonist

☼ wingman

☼ oh, bollocks

☾ reader is a teacher, au where steven got promoted to tour guide and is living his Best Life, lots of fluff and pining

★ @pulchritudinousrogers

☼ missed date

☾ Set before the events of Moon Knight, you work in the museum like Steven and have been crushing on each other for a while but neither of you have even approached each other. Marc steps in to help Steven out, but things don’t go well.

★ @marc-spectorr

☼ the morning after

☾ as steven watches you sleep, he starts to wonder whether you deserve to be with a man as broken as he is.

★ @foreverinadais

☼ the break up

☾ in which y/n is going through a break-up with the moon boys and happens to be serving when one of them is on a date.

★ @howaboutcastiel

☼ not my intention

☾ They notice she gets anxious and startled very easily, but when they bring it up she always brushes them off so they don't pry. They don’t know she's previously been in an abusive relationship. And maybe they're at an office party and some guy comes to her when she's alone and the boys get jealous since it's obvious he's trying to flirt with their girl.

★ @pinchofhoney

☼ just one word

☾ You may not be aware of their existence having only met Steven, but no Marc Spector alter will let anything happen to you.

★ @marvelsswansong

☼ clumsy

☾ you're extremely clumsy. Steven worries. Marc finds it amusing. Jake gets protective. But they all love you for it nonetheless.

★ @astroboots and @thirstworldproblemss

☼ red flags

☾ Sweet as he is, dating Steven means you have to be willing to ignore a few red flags along the way. 

★ @grantspectortrash

☼ suited and booted pt2 pt3

☾ you live across the hall from Steven. For whatever reason, he has to use your shower before going to a work event. You get the pleasure of seeing him in a suit.

★ @mknightgrant

☼ silence

☾ You should’ve stopped asking questions. 

★ @mkfluffluv

☼ a future without you

☾ marc lost you to the snap and after 5 years of dealing with his grief by maiming people, he finally gets you back.

☼ keep the secret?

☾ marc and steven had gotten themselves sick. luckily for them, they have a wonderful and loving partner who’s willing to take care of them(you). unbeknownst to you, another person is taking care of them in their own way. (yes it’s jake.)

☼ taste like apple juice and peace

☾ for a long time steven had thought his feelings had gone unnoticed. but he was wrong.

★ @little-worm-grant

☼ uncomplicated

☾ Deep down you knew Jake wouldn’t be calling if he didn’t think he needed you. Or maybe that’s what you told yourself to make it more tolerable to be out of your warm bed at this hour.

★ @mccn-bcys

☼ just a touch of your hand pt2 pt3

☾ when you turn eighteen, an ink stain appears on your skin wherever your soulmate touches you for the first time. the boys each are dealing with their stain in their own way.

★ @missdictatorme

☼ open my eyes

☾ Jake and Steven were more than happy when you agreed to be in a relationship with them, but Marc barely fronts when you're near. Will he warm up to you over time?

☼ third ones the charm pt2

☾ Jake Lockley was fine. Really. Marc and Steven are happy with their girlfriend and he's okay staying in the shadows. He's used to staying in the shadows. He managed to stay hidden from the boys for years, but lately something makes him take control more and more. Or rather, someone makes him take control more and more.

☼ the thin line

☾ Steven and Marc are literally glowing with happiness since they were in a relationship with you. Jake is mostly annoyed and is constantly trying to make you leave. Marc and Steven are having none of it.

★ @wysteria-clad

☼ our little thing

☾ you have a specific thing with each of them. It's not like you don't do it with other two, but you do enjoy a little act of intimacy that is special to each of them.

★ @m00nsbaby

☼ the already over

☼ weightless

☾ The feeling of being trapped goes beyond the ankle bracelet that keeps him tied to the bed.

★ @bruhstories

☼ canonic jar

☾ marc is exasperated by you, but he needs to behave because you're steven's girlfriend.

★ @oswildin

☼ good day

☾ You and Steven work at the museum together, little did he know you had a crush on the man. After getting yourself into trouble, you and Steven are both punished with an evening in inventory.

☼ take on me pt2

☾ You end up on an accidental date with Steven, but it ends up being the best date you could’ve asked for. It leads into more, but things aren’t as simple as they appear. With adoration strong for the man, you take a chance on him.

★ @eyelessfaces

☼ formal wear

★ @bensolosbluesaber

☼ the jake problem pt2

☾ Jake hates you. Like really hates you, which wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t dating Steven and Marc. But maybe, just maybe, Jake doesn’t hate you

★ @starryeyedstories

☼ talk deity to me

☾ You’re an Egyptologist invited to the museum to give a talk to a group of school kids, and Steven might have a bit of a crush on you.

★ @juneknight

☼ dozing

★ @januaryembrs

☼ i should have been there

☾ Marc had always carried her with him, since they were small kids playing pirates in the yard, before things got messed up by grown up feelings and burdens. It's not until he sees her twenty years later, he realises he should have saved her.

★ @so-easy-to-love-me <3

☼ mirrors pt2

☾ When things heat up between you and your roommate after you return home a bit tipsy, you learn that there´s more to Steven Grant than meets the eye.

★ @redeyerhaenyra

☼ sleeping beauty

☾ After having sex with Jake, you both fall asleep in your flat. Only, it's not Jake that wakes up, it's Steven

★ @writefightandflightclub

☼ shadow of a doubt

☾ marc was first. steven was second. khonshu’s never going to love you. …and you’re wondering if jake will ever get there at all.

★ @bits-and-babs

☼ chocolate

☾ After weeks of pining for your coworker Steven Grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly.

☼ bumpy ride

☾ The handsome man who you see on your commute to work every day is always on your mind.

★ @spctrsgf

☼ cake

★ @thatsthewrongwallcraig

☼ a night at the museum

☾ After asking you out, Steven invites you to a private tour of the National Art Gallery.

★ @thatredheadwriter

☼ on the mat

☼ mine

☾ The suit, the suit is amazing. Honestly it is. But you can’t help but be the slightest bit annoyed when it erases the marks you leave all over him. Lucky for you, Steven’s more than happy to let you have another go.

☼ outnumbered

☾ You’re Layla’s adoptive sister, and Marc’s former lover. Being reunited with both of them stirs up some old feelings, but that gets pushed to the backburner when you’re severely injured during a fight. But things tend to boil over when they’re left too long, so what happens when you have some time alone with Marc.

★ @ivystoryweaver

☼ spectre series

☾ Marc Spector and his alters Steven and Jake have lost the love of their lives. They each try to move on, in their own way, but getting over you is the hardest thing they've ever faced. Marc starts to see you everywhere - he's haunted by your memory. No, literally, why are you sitting on the end of his bed? He believes in ancient deities, seeing how Jake still serves one as Moon Knight. But ghosts?

★ @storiesforallfandoms

☼ how things are now

☾ now that they’ve learned how to share the body, they must come to terms with the fact that they also have to share their wife

★ @laaundromat

☼ building love

☾ Steven has unconsciously set himself up on a date with his crush.

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

[myfictionaldreams]

A long night // Moon knight ☾

Relationships: Steven grant x f!reader / marc spector x f!reader / jake lockley x f!reader

Summary: It wasn’t often that you saw all three of them in one night. (I’ve been desperate to write something like this all week)

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, switch reader, sub!steven, soft dom!marc, hard dom!jake, rough sex, love making, choking, blow job, spanking, crying, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, handcuffs, oral sex, riding, pet names, after care, daddy/sir kink, squirting, intense orgasms, creampie

Word: 5.3k

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The sun was setting across London, causing a beautiful golden gleam to shine across the top floor of the apartment building. You’d been waiting all day to be in this current position, nestled in tightly sat in Steven’s lap, his large hands softly cupping your cheeks as he looked at every inch of your face, “I’m so lucky to have you”, he whispered against your lips. Your skin warmed with love at his precious words, eyes flicking between his beautiful brown doe eyes, hands resting against his shoulders, playing with the collar of his shirt. Steven always pulled such pure emotions from you, having never had someone treat you the way that he did, like you were his goddess.

“Not as lucky as I am to have you, Steven” you breathed in response, not wasting another second before leaning in and kissing him softly, heart fluttering as he smiled against your lips. Your fingers moved to his top button as you both tilted your heads, lips moving slowly together, the faint brush of his barely-there stubble rough against your cheeks.

Your fingers moved nimbly to undo his buttons, exposing his beautifully sculptured chest, the feeling of his warm muscles beneath had your hips rolling against his crotch, causing you both to groan. Pulling away from the kiss, you lifted your own shirt up and over your head, discarding it across the room before leaning in again, lips moving softly against his.

Steven’s touches were delicate and timid, always worried about making the wrong move or hurting you in some way, it was something you always found endearing about him, it also gave you the opportunity to take the lead on occasions, something Steven greatly adored.

Standing up, you couldn’t help but smile at the half-lidded, lustful expression on Steven as he stared up at you, lips perked still from kissing. Holding out your hand, he took it almost immediately, following your lead as you tugged him to the bed, pausing only to start removing the remainder of your clothes, raising an eyebrow at him when he only watched you with an open mouth before shaking his head, cheeks warming as he finally got the hint and started to remove his own clothes, “Oh right, silly me” he joked.

It took you hardly any time at all to be naked, all the whilst Steven was still trying to rush and pull off his trousers, just managing to pull his second leg out before you had jumped into his arms, kissing his frantically, gently pushing him backwards until he collapsed onto the bed. “I don’t want to wait anymore Steven,” you said with a smile, following him quickly onto the bed, climbing up until you were straddling his lap.

Steven was staring at your beautiful body with a goofy smile, hands instantly on your hips as you relaxed over him, leaning down to pull him into a much more heated kiss, lips separating to swipe your tongue against his. He tasted of chocolate and something that was purely him and perfect.

His rough, warm hands moved up and down your naked spine, sending shivers across your body as you slowly lower your hips over his crotch, rubbing your bare, wet cunt against his boxers, feeling the outline of his very eager member that throbbed at the movements. Steven whimpered at the touch, hands flexing against your body as he wished for more.

Pushing against his chest, you sat up, taking a second to take him in as he did the same for you before you shifted your hips, lifting slightly off so you were able to reach into the pocket of his boxers, gently gripping his shaft and tugging it free.

It throbbed in your hand as you lined it up with your fluttering hole, Steven’s hands rested against your thighs, his chest rising and falling with quick excitement as he watched and felt as you sat down on his cock. The two of your moans filled the apartment, the feeling of his filling you up had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “god- you feel so good, love”.

Steven wasn’t often vocal during your intimate moments, using being too lost in the moment that he forgot how to speak but when he did whimper out about the way you made him feel, it only caused your heart and pussy to clench. Rolling your hips slowly, your hands found his as both of your fingers intertwined, the movement helping you to stay up as you both looked deeply into each other's eyes, mouths hanging open as a spiral of moans and gasps continued to tumble out.

A shimmering of sweat was starting to glisten across each of your bodies as you found a good pace, riding Steven’s cock as the pleasure quickly built up. Steven seemed to be close as well as he suddenly sat up, arms wrapping around your back, holding you close to him as his mouth attached to the side of your neck, kissing along gently, hitting all the right spots as his hips started to meet your movements. Your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging at the dark hair at the base, leaning your forehead against his as his breath fanned across your face.

“I’m - I’m gonna cum, love” he frantically muttered, his thrusts hitting deeper now and hearing how close he was, you could feel the coil tightening, tingling sensations running down your thighs as you held him closer.

“Cum for me Steven, please cum for me” you gasped out, just as your own orgasm rushed through your body, cunt clenching desperately around his cock, his name spilling from your lips. Hearing your words and seeing you cum was all he needed to join you in the euphoria, head falling back as he too shouted your name, his thrusts erratic as his seed spurted inside your warmth.

The two of you stayed locked together for a few minutes, trying to catch your breaths and gently caressing each other's naked bodies, leaving kisses along collar bones and necks as you revel in the calm and tranquillity.

It was Steven’s unnecessarily loud yawn that snapped you both out of the moment, particularly the embarrassed expression he wore after you looked at him with a raised eyebrow before bursting out in laughter, kissing him on his cheek before standing slowly and rushing to the bathroom, trying not to drip any mess on the way.

By the time you’d finished, Steven had prepared the apartment for bed, taping the front door, encircling the bed in sand and he was just finishing cuffing the ankle restraint to himself. For as long as you’d known Steven, you’d also known Marc and Jake, not that you could tell Steven about his alters, so even though he didn’t have to restrain himself every night, you simply smiled and helped where you could, making sure to comfort him as he was always embarrassed every single night that he had to restrain himself due to his ‘sleep walking’.

Pulling on Steven’s t-shirt that he had been wearing earlier, you leaned down to gently kiss his forehead before climbing into the middle of the bed, laying your head back against the soft pillows and waiting with your arms out wide. The jangle of the restraint being tugged informed you that he had finished fastening it and the next thing you knew, he was climbing into the bed and laying his head on your chest.

Instantly your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled the covers over the two of you, his body heat was enough to keep you warm however as you held him close, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he did the same to the centre of your chest, “I love you, Steven” you whispered.

“I love you too, love” he responded happily, tiredness evident in his voice as you both fell into a deep sleep.

You weren’t sure what time it was when those beautiful lips started to move across your throat. London was quiet outside of your open window so it had to be in the early hours of the morning. Smiling slightly, your hands moved slowly up to delve into his thick, luscious hair again, the remnants of sleep still evident in your lazy movements. Steven sometimes found it difficult to sleep and after trying all of his usual tricks - a Rubiks cube and audiotapes - he would cuddle up to your side and distract himself by loving your body, not that you minded at all, you loved it when he showed his appreciation to you.

Sighing happily, your hands rubbed gently over the nape of his neck, and the way his lips moved against your throat had you shivering in pleasure. Steven then started to move until he was on his knees over your body, his hands wandering up your sides, up to your arms and gently eased your hands away from his head, moving them until they were in one of his larger palms and over your head, leaving you pinned to the bed. This was definitely not Steven.

“You missed me, baby?” Your heartbeat thumped in your chest as your eyes opened and you looked up to the man who was now speaking with an American accent, Marc.

“Yes, so much, it’s been a week Marc, where have you been?” you responded, tugging on your wrists as all you wanted to do was pull him into a tight hug and not let go. You loved each of his alter’s equally, and even though you loved your time with Steven, it did mean that you missed seeing the other two.

The hand grasping yours didn’t falter however in his grip as he only smirked down at you, the fish tank being the only thing to illuminate his face. “I’ve been here honey, even if you don’t see me, I’m always here” he gruffly replied, his voice evident that he had been asleep at some point and only recently woken up. With his spare hand, he gently wrapped it around your neck, not squeezing but just holding it there so you were forced to look up into his intense stare. “All I could think about was having my head between these pretty legs of yours, daddy needs his snack”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, not trusting yourself to be able to speak, knowing you would just stutter as you tried to squeeze your thighs together, already feeling your cunt clenching in arousal. The hand around your throat moved steadily down your front, between your breasts that were still covered by Steven’s shirt, and down your abdomen until he was touching your thigh, gripping the left one and moving it until your knee was pressed against your chest.

Marc didn’t look away once, holding the eye contact as he moved his face lower, “are you going to keep your hands there for me, baby girl?”

“Yes sir,” you answered barely above a whisper, now gripping onto the pillow beneath your head to try and stop yourself from reaching down and caressing any part of him. Whereas Steven was the more submissive type, Marc was the opposite, loving to dominate you, but in a soft manner, making sure to worship your body whilst not expecting it in return, but still being the one in charge.

With his now free hand, Marc moved it to your other thigh, pushing it to join your left leg up against your chest, now leaving your completely bare centre to him and you silently thanked yourself for deciding not to wear any underwear, knowing Marc would have ripped them in a heartbeat. Leaning down, Marc was now only inches away from his goal, his lips forming a circle as he blew cold air onto your moistening cunt. Gasping at the sensations you couldn’t help but try to buck your hips, knuckles clenching harshly in an attempt to keep them above your head and the man between your legs noticed this instantly, his smirk growing even wider as he finally, stuck out his tongue.

He started slow, licking from your hole up to your clit, eyes rolling back and moaning audibly at the taste and the sound of your beautiful moans had his already hard cock, leaking onto the sheets beneath. Repeating this action a few more times, he pressed his tongue flat against your slit, before sealing around your clit, sucking on it fiercely before releasing it and moving the tip of his tongue in a circle. This man knew all of the right spots on your body to have you seeing stars as he continued to tease your bundle of nerves, feeling your cunt clenching against his chin, he had you right where he wanted you.

Your thighs were shaking in his hands, breath coming in sharp bursts as he pleasured you mercilessly, moving between stimulating your clit to stick his tongue as far as it could inside your hole, savouring every drop of juices that you produced, all the whilst still not breaking eye contact with you. Not that you were watching him anymore, your eyes closed and trying to arch your back as you were so very nearly close to feeling that beautiful euphoria.

He removed his lips from you to ask, “what do you want, honey?”

“I want to cum-” you sounded so desperate, voice croaky as you wanted him more than anything else at that moment.

“Yeah baby, you want to cum?”

“I want to cum on your cock, please, sir” you finally choked out, tempted just to say that you wanted to cum on his face but you craved the feeling of his cock, even though you had technically felt it a few hours earlier. Marc’s eyes darkened slightly at your words and before you could even process his movements, his lips were smashing into yours, his body hovering over you now as the taste of you swarmed through your senses as he dominated your lips.

Too distracted with his tongue that was now dancing with your own, you hadn’t noticed Marc pull down his boxers and free his hard cock until he was swiping it up and down your slit, coating you with his precum. His teeth nipped your bottom lip, snagging it back as he moved a few inches away, making sure to watch your expression as he finally pushed his tip-in. The deep groan that he produced had your knees quaking as your cunt squeezed him impossibly tight as he kept inching in until finally, he had bottomed out. “Fuck you feel so tight, baby”.

All you could do was moan in response as he started to pull out slowly, making sure to drag on every single one of your nerves before fucking hard back into you. As his thrusts became more consistent, his strokes hard and powerful, his hand wrapped around your wrists that were still above your head, holding your hands as his lips once again collided with yours.

Your lips were starting to feel bruised with the brutality of his kisses but it didn’t phase you in the slightest as his cock continued to fuck into you, each stroke hitting your g-spot to perfection and you were already feeling lightheaded from the impending orgasm that was quickly approaching. Marc could feel it too in the way your hole spasmed around him but he needed more time, liking it when you both came together, very much the same way as Steven.

One moment you could feel the beautiful tingling starting to form in your abdomen and the next they all disappeared as Marc eased himself out of you, ignoring your protests as he rolled you onto your side, so he was now spooning you. One arm he managed to rest under your head and the other he used to hold your leg up, giving his access to fuck up into you from behind.

This new angle felt more intimate as he held you close, his strong hands gripping your body firmly as his cock delved deep into your warm, wet pussy. His mouth attached to your shoulder, sucking lightly on it as he started to thrust faster, the sounds of your hips slapping together intensifying as pleasure was thoroughly rolling through you. “Please Marc, please, I need to cum” you cried out, legs once again shaking due to his actions and from the grunts, he was producing, once that was rumbling through his chest against your back, you knew he was close too.

“That’s it baby, cum for me, cum for daddy” he moaned, his hand releasing your leg to start rubbing back and forth against your throbbing clit. His rough fingertips had you spiralling and nothing could pull you back from this high as you squeezed your eyes closed, shouting his name as waves of pleasure pulsed through your cunt, at the same time as Marc doing the exact same, his cum spilling out deep into your abyss, your clenching helping to milk him dry.

It took you several minutes to stop spasming, your limbs feeling like they were made of jelly as Marc lay soft kisses against your shoulder blade and up to the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings as he moved, reminding you just how good you were for him and that you did so well.

Finally, as his cock softened, it slide out of your hole, his cum now dripping between the two of you so he eased himself away, the action causing it to feel cold as you mewled for him to come back. He returned only a second later, with a warm washcloth as he gently cleaned you and straightened up the shirt that had crinkled from all the movement before joining you back in bed, lying in the centre and easing you up until you were led on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. As you felt his lips against your temple, you tiredly whispered, “I love you, Marc”.

“I love you too, baby”.

You weren’t sure what it was that woke you next, whether it was the sun that began to rise and shine through your open window or the dull ache of your shoulders. Tiredness and confusion slipped through your mind as you tried to move your arms to relieve the ache, but - you couldn’t move your arms.

Frowning, you blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog as you looked above your head to see that you were staring at the front door, rather than the books that lined your headboard, but most importantly, that both of your hands were restrained together in Steven’s leg cuff. Your first thought was that Marc wasn’t finished fooling around with you and had turned you around on the bed so that he could tie you down but as you glanced around the apartment and didn’t spot anyone, fear started to creep into your emotions.

You felt so vulnerable in this position, now very aware of the fact that you were half-naked, and that your shirt had ridden halfway up your stomach so you kept your legs clamped closed as you silently tried to tug on the restraint, hoping that the buckle hadn’t been fully closed, but it had, it was securely down up.

Your breathing started to increase as anxiety lingered in the pit of your stomach, what if someone who was looking for the boys had found you and taken Marc away? What if they had left you like this so they could torture you in front of the boys? As your thoughts started to spiral, you heard the floorboards creak in the living room and you seemed to stop breathing at all, waiting to see who was there.

Footsteps could be heard, creeping their way towards you and finally, someone stepped out into your line of vision but from where they stood, it was directly in front of the sunlight, causing him to turn into a shadow with only his outline visible. In your fear, you didn’t recognise him, not until he had squatted down next to the bed, his hand lifting to stroke your cheek, something you initially flinched away from but as you saw the deep brown eyes and the hard stare of the man before you, immediately the nerves rushed away and turned into anticipation.

“...Jake?” you asked, knowing all too well that the tense stance that he held in his shoulders and the way in which he looked at you as if he would tear a man to shreds before he even looked at you, immediately you knew that it was the third alter. It wasn’t often that you saw all three of them in one night, not unless something had triggered them or danger was on the horizon so you still felt slightly on edge as to why all three had graced you with their presences

Jake was the one you saw the least but he was definitely the most passionate and unhinged. He was usually the first to come out if you were crying, demanding to know who hurt you before letting Marc or Steve take control and soothe you. He was also the most physical of the three, even though Marc liked to be dominant, Jake would have you pleading to cum for hours before allowing you, making sure to leave bite marks on your skin so the other two would have to question you on them. Even though he was the most intense, you loved him just as much, his passion was something you craved, and you felt just as protective over him as you did of Steven and Marc.

The man squatting before you tilted his head, eyes flicking over your trembling body and he knew for a brief moment that he might have gone too far, leaning down he placed a single, tender kiss on your temple, a sign you knew he didn’t mean to frighten you and instantly the tenseness left your shoulders. This was until the fingers that had been delicately stroking across your cheek moved to grip your face, squishing your mouth together.

Silently you cursed yourself, already knowing that you’d made a mistake by calling him Jake, knowing he only liked to be called one name during these intimate moments. “Papi?” His tilted head straightened as he released your cheeks, at the same time you released the breath you didn’t realise that you’d been holding onto.

Watching the man closely, he stood to his full height, and you had to try and not scream as he pulled on your bound arms until they were lying on the floor and your head was upside down off of the edge of the bed. From this position, you were now eye level with his crotch and you couldn’t help but your mouth to water when you realised that he was naked and his very hard, very aroused cock was now only a few inches from your face.

You were in so much of a trance with his cock that it took Jake gently slapping your cheeks for you to understand what he was wanting from you and immediately, you opened your mouth wide, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your head from the upside-down position. As soon as your mouth was open, Jake was sliding the tip of his cock past your lips, one hand holding the base and the other resting against your exposed throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. He was a very rough fucker and with any indications to the damp spot between your legs, you couldn’t wait for him to have his way with you.

As he reached the back of your throat, only half of his cock had disappeared into your mouth, did you choke and gag. The hand on your throat flexed and from all of the previous encounters with him, you knew he was trying to remind you to stay calm and relax so you did, relaxing your throat muscles as he pulled out, allowing you to suck in a deep breath before moving back in. This was the last time he was going to show you any more compassion.

Jake started to roughly fuck your throat, only pulling out to let you suck in a breath before fucking back in. Salvia was dripping down your cheeks, mixing in with the tears that were steadily starting to fall from the face fucking. Even though your throat and lungs burned, you loved it when he treated you like his own personal fuck toy.

With each thrust, he gruffly grunted and just as you felt like you were about to pass out, he pulled out, climbing onto the bed and sitting in the middle, grabbing onto your hips and pulling you harshly so you now lay more comfortably on the bed and your head wasn’t hanging off of the edge anymore. You were extremely lightheaded from the position change, eyes rolling slightly as he spread your legs, running his fingers up and down your slit, your juices now coating your thighs from all the arousal.

It was only as the world stopped spinning did Jake start to lightly spank against your clit, causing your legs to shut automatically and you to cry out at the sharp pain. Still, he knew you loved it really, especially as your legs immediately opened again for him to continue his actions. You’d never been into this rough play before but there was something about Jake that brought out this dark side, loving the degradation and perfect mix between pain and pleasure.

After a few more slaps, he reached down to grip your cheeks, leaning his upper body down as well until his breath was fanning across your face. Jake usually wasn’t one to do a lot of talking, instead of using his actions, preferring to listen to your sweet whimpers than his own voice. Just as you thought he was going to kiss you, you gasped as he started to lick the tears that were still running down your cheeks, making sure everyone was captured by his tongue before he was turning your whole body around so you were face down on the bed.

It was difficult to manoeuvre due to your arms still being tied up so this new position caused your arms to cross over. His rough warm hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling them up until he had you on your knees and your upper half still pressed down against the bed. It took him no time at all to be kneeling behind you, one hand holding your hip in a grip that was sure to bruise, and the other had a fistful of Steven’s shirt that somehow was still attached to your body.

Without a warning, Jake had lined up with your cunt and thrust in with one motion, hitting against your cervix causing you to jolt forward if it wasn’t for his harsh grip on you. His thrusts were hard and fast, not giving you a second to process the pleasure that he was pounding into you. The word ‘Papi’ spilt from your lips like a broken record, the only name that he liked to be called during these intimate moments.

As he continued to fuck you hard, the hand gripping your hip moved to start spanking your arse cheeks, with enough force that they started to burn soon after and you knew you’d be feeling the effects for a few days. His punishing pace had you seeing stars before long, knees struggling to keep you up as you desperately begged him to allow you to cum, “Please Papi, please can I cum?”

“No” was all he responded as he didn’t slow down his relentless pace, sparks of pleasure were blooming through your abdomen, every thrust hitting all of the right spots and even the pain from the spanking was helping you to get to the very edge. The place that you desperately didn't want to be in right now, trying to think about anything and everything that didn't relate to the cock pounding into your cunt, knowing that if you came without his permission, you wouldn't be able to sit for a week let alone a few days.

As your moans became grunting shouts, Jake pulled out of you, easily manhandling you back onto your back, your body instantly relaxing from not being in the twisted position but that soon didn't matter anymore as he pulled your legs up onto his shoulders, holding them up with one arm whilst the other held over your mouth, quietening your shouts as he fucked back into you.

With the grip on your legs, he was able to lift your arse slightly off of the bed, giving him the perfect position to fuck into your sweet spot within, relentlessly fucking into it over and over as you pulled desperately on your arm restraints, not even sure what you would do it you were free, just wanting to hold him, gripping his arms, just touch him in some way.

So distracted by the way he was holding you and fucking you that the sensation of orgasm once more crept up on you. Bucking your hips wildly, you tried to pull away, knowing that there was no stopping this one as you opened your eyes and looked up to Jake who was still staring just as intensely down, hair drooping on his forehead as sweat glistened across his skin. He didn’t need to look in your eyes to know just how desperate you were to cum, just by the way your cunt clenched helplessly around him did he know.

Looking you in the eyes, he nodded, and at the same time he released the grip on your mouth and move to hold one of your thighs against your chest, much like Marc had earlier. With his other now spare hand, he started to roughly swipe across oversensitive clit, whilst simultaneously fucking up into your cunt, pounding into your g-spot and he finally nodded his head and all hell broke loose.

The most intense orgasmic contractions pulsed through your cunt as sprays of squirt started splashed out onto his abs, the scream you released was probably one hell of a wake-up call for your neighbours but you didn’t care, more tears now streaming down your cheeks as your body convulsed at the sensations.

As the waves of pleasures subsided, Jake stopped his actions and you only then realised that he came as well, feeling his hot seed starting to leak out of you but you didn’t care. Small hiccups were coming from you as you tried to calm down from your high, body shaking from both the chill and orgasm.

Jake then started his clean up process, something he always liked to do with his tongue as he made due to drinking every drop of squirt that had coated the two of you, even eating his own cum straight from your cunt. The area was now puffy and over-sensitive so you twitched and cried out as he tried to gently drink everything down, moving steadily up your body, leaving soft kisses that were vast construct to the assault he had just laid into you.

Finally, as he reached your face, he kissed off the tears whilst also undoing the buckles around your wrist, rubbing on the tender flesh as he helped you ease them down to your side, even though you still tried to reach out for him, he simply held them down. The tiredness you felt was nearly overwhelming, your eyes burning as they struggled to stay open. You were only half aware when Jake helped you to sit the right way on the bed, head resting against the pillow, turning you on your side so you were now facing each other. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing the skin softly, being too tired to open your eyes, you puckered your lips, glad that he got the hint as he leaned down to very gently kiss your awaiting lips.

You smiled happily, content to just lie there forever with him. Just as sleep drifted over your senses, you just about managed to whisper, “I love you, Jake.”

“Te amo mi amor”.

[enneadchosen]

Jake is not the “evil” alter. We have only seen him ( confirmed ) front twice. Once, when Marc was knocked out and probably going to get the shit beaten out of him or die, to protect the body and the second time when they were about to die to Harrow, to protect the body. Jake is rough around the edges, most likely took some ( if not most ) of the abuse from their mother, and has a lot of rage. He’s more on the street level and will go looking for fights ( as seen in the comics ). 

His role in the system is most likely a physical protector. Physical protectors might take or try to prevent physical abuse or become aggressive in an attempt to defend against physical abuse. Which is what we see Jake do. He does what he thinks is necessary to protect the system, even if what he does isn’t very nice. Which is the reason why he isolates himself from the rest of the system and keeps the walls up so Marc and Steven are ( mostly ) unaware. And killing Harrow? He was a threat to the entire world. He saw his death necessary to prevent so many others.

Not only is he a physical protector with a lot of anger and trauma, but Jake ( and Marc ) have been manipulated by Khonshu for at least 10 years. Can you imagine how much that fucks with his head? Having a god manipulate you? It’s no wonder Jake is the way he is. He’s not perfect, not by a long shot, but he keeps the body ( if not the system ) safe from mortal danger.