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Marc Spector x reader
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Exactly when you gave up calling Marc Spector, and got up to go outside your phone rang. You immediate came and recieved it, with a sigh of relief knowing it was actually him, Marc.
"Don't you have any idea I get frustrated when you don't call" you yelled at the phone.
"Listen" he said, you closed your eyes hearing his voice, "I'm sorry okay, khonshu didn't let me call you cause of stupid discussion."
'Stupid bird' you muttered under your breath.
"When will you come?" you said , a little tired, a little upset, "I can't wait to see you, I'm tired of waiting, it's been six months Marc."
Marc stood with phone in his ears, only his breath was heard, he was searching for words,
"maybe" he finally broke the silence, "maybe a few months more".
You felt like it's too much to deal with now,
"more months?"
"but hey" he said in a more cheerful tone, "atleast we have this phone, we can hear eachother everyday, it's not like the world war time, when you'd have to wait for a letter to know how I'm doing.. isn't it?"
He was right, you giggled, atleast you have something. You thought how those lovers survived and loved then, atleast you can hear your man everyday, "just a few months then".
"just a few" Saying so Marc cut the call, his smile was gone, knowing those few months can even increase, Khonshu won't let him go so easily.
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Moonlight Serenade
Fandom: Moon Knight
Rating: 18+, sexual acts
Word count: 4.6K
Pairings: Steven X Male!bottomReader, Marc X Male!bottomReader, Jake X Male!bottomreader, implied past Khonshu X male!reader
Warnings: Multiple sexual acts, angst, no beta.
Summary: There are four phases of the moon. You know all of them.
Notes: wrote this so I won’t keep doomscrolling about voting and the fate of America. 
Keep an eye out for a short side fic for Moonlit drops. 
Thanks! And enjoy! 
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Steven
You came to your apartment to the smell of burnt food. With a frown, you dumped your keys in the bowl by the door. 
The sky outside had darkened into a dark twilight, burnt orange and soft pinks following the sun below the horizon. It was the night of a waxing moon, slowly coming into full view in upcoming days.
You let out a quiet laugh at the horrified stare on Steven’s face. He glanced back between his phone and the pot. Thick black smoke coming out of the pot and it reminded you more of a witch's brew than anything else. 
“What were you trying to make, darling?” You asked as you joined him, placing a comforting hand on his lower back. Steven wordlessly handed over his phone and you saw it was a recipe for Mujadara.
“I got caught up with something and forgot about the lentils.” Steven murmured, stepping aside so you take over. You grimaced when you took a peek, the food might as well be used for charcoal.
“Let's try again.” You offered kindly, as you dumped the food into the sink. Steven leaned and kissed your cheek. 
“Thank you.” He told you and he looked so much like a kicked puppy that you kissed him. 
“Chin up, darling. Now let's start with onions.” 
Later on the sofa, you had Steven tucked against your side, with a book in your hand. You rested your arm around his shoulders, fingers trailing against the soft fabric of his sweater. 
The living room window was opened, letting the cool night breeze in. If you peaked up, you would be able to see the stars. 
Steven was muttering under his breath, eyes narrowed at the Telly. It was some documentary about one the old gods of Egypt. And what you could tell from Steven’s scowl, they were getting everything wrong.
It was very domestic, and there was a soft, fluttering feeling of quiet fondness in your chest. So you kissed Steven’s curls absentmindedly, eyes still on your book. He shifted against you, a hand on your knee. 
You acted like you didn’t notice, and bit back a smile as Steven moved his hand up higher. It was like you were a teenager again with Steven, with how careful he tried to be, but not quite able to hide the hunger for touch.
His touch was different from Marc’s more experienced handling, or the firm touch of Jake. You were surprised by how much you enjoyed it.
His hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze through your jeans and you parted your legs. Steven didn’t need to be told twice, his fingers went to your top your pants, trying to unbutton it. 
You lifted your hips up to help. “We can go to the bedroom, Steven.” You told him with a laugh, placing the book on the end table. 
He shook his head and unzipped your pants. You reached down, pulling out your soft cock, and he sighed happily. He pushed your hand away, pressing soft kisses against you.
You leaned back, just watching him. He was lovely like this, eyes closed and utterly lost in what he was doing to you. It didn’t take long for you to get hard, and Steven rubbed his face against it, peeking up at you with those dark, soulful eyes. 
“I like how you taste.” He murmured shyly, moving up. His lips pressed against the tip of your dick, precum making his mouth shiny. You groaned, and pulled him up his curls, claiming his mouth for your own.
It was a wonderfully filthy kiss, and Steven threw himself into it, tongue sliding in to meet yours. There was something about how hungry he was for you that caused a similar need in you. 
So you broke the kiss, placing a hand on his chest to keep him from following you. With a grin, you shoved him onto his back on the sofa and stood. Like this, you saw how much he was tenting in his pants, a small damp spot on his khakis.
“Pants off.” You ordered, yanking your own shirt off. Yours and his clothes hit the ground at the same time, and you went to the end table, reaching under it for the hidden lube. 
You saddled Steven’s lap, pouring the lube onto your fingers and Steven’s before tossing it on the ground somewhere. His fingers pressed your opening before you could, already trying to get in deeper. 
Taking a deep breath, and wrapping a hand around Steven and your cock together, plumping, you made yourself relax. 
“Gentle.” You remind him breathlessly. Steven nodded, slowing down and his touch careful as he worked you open. Pleasure sat heavy in your stomach as you rocked against his cock, slick and hard. 
You weren’t going to last very long like this. 
“I need you in me.” You gasped out and Steven groaned, pulling his fingers out. You moved up, uncaring how the loudly sofa was creaking. His hands landed on your thighs and hips, helping you stay balanced.
Then you moved, sinking down onto him. You groaned softly, placing both hands on his stomach as you adjusted. You always had to, with how big he was and you leaned down to kiss him. 
It was tender and sweet, the moment just for you and him. You kept the kiss going as you began moving slowly up then down, gasping into his mouth. There was a cool breeze coming in from the window and you pressed closer, desperate for Steven’s  warmth. 
“You always feel so good.” Steven rasped, “I couldn’t have imagined it like this.”
“Yeah?” You said quietly, sitting back up. 
The lamp casted a warm glow, softening everything but it couldn’t hide the adoring stare on Steven’s face, his dark eyes more beautiful than the night sky. Your cheeks flushed but it didn’t stop you from moving, from wanting to make Steven come undone. 
It was slow, Steven letting you set the pace as his hands sliding up on your stomach and chest. He lingered over your nipples, tugging at them. You gasped at the pain but it only made you pick up speed, heat pooling inside you. 
“Christ.” Steven muttered and you chuckled, bracing a hand against the back of the sofa.
Then Steven yanked you down, crushing you against his chest, his arms tight around you. Your cheek squished against his shoulder, causing your leg to fall off the sofa and your foot slide on the hardwood floor.
“Steven.” You grunted, “What-“
He thrusted upward, and you moaned, forgetting what you were trying to say. Each thrust upward felt too much, searing pleasure numbing you to the world. You couldn’t stop groaning, drool spilling out as Steven took you, hitting that spot in you each time.
Your cock, slick from precum and lube, rubbed against his stomach and it was too much.
“Sorry. Fuck! Sorry.” Steven panted, his normally sweet voice rough. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
“Just don’t stop.” You ordered, limbs trembling. Steven groaned and cursed as he kept moving, his foot braced against the sofa’s arm to get the most impact. He kept murmuring against your hair.
I adore you. 
You came shamefully quick, spilling all over Steven’s stomach and chest. It only encouraged him. He speeded up his pace, taking you more like a toy and you sobbed at how sensitive you were. 
Then Steven moaned loudly enough there was no way the neighbors didn’t hear and gasped as he spilled into you, then he pulled out, smearing cum on your inner thighs and lower back. 
You slumped against him as you tried to catch your breath. You felt a kiss against your sweaty forehead and you blinked at the concerned look Steven gave you.
“Are… are you alright? Not too much?” He asked, his hand running down your back. You huffed out a laugh, and shook your head.
“Are you?” You asked, sitting up, brushing a stray curl out of Steven’s face. 
“Yes.” He said softly, his hands on your hips. 
He smiled at you, worshipful like there was nothing else for him. And maybe for him, there wasn’t. 
You kissed him.
“Let's get cleaned up.” You told him. It would be quick then you and him would return to the living room, cleaned and warm. There would be soft touches and gentle kisses and laughter. 
Tonight you won’t be sleeping with only the distanced moon and stars.
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Marc
It was the way the bed shifted that woke you up. You blinked a few times, your eyesight still blurry.
The room was dark but you had left your curtains parted last night, not able to close it on what was a sad waning moon and now it was letting the pale morning light come though. 
An arm curled around your waist, pushing your shirt up enough to expose your stomach, his fingers difting along the trail of hair. You grumbled at the cold but turned your head to see sharp dark eyes staring down at you. 
“Morning hon.” You greeted, voice still rough and his head dipped down, lips brushing along yours. His hand was already tugging your shirt up and you shifted then your shirt was a puddle on the ground and Marc rolled you on your stomach, his mouth pressing wet kisses against your neck and shoulders.
“Can’t stay long.” Marc offered up as a weak apology, fingers running down your back. You bit back a sigh and maybe if you weren’t used to it by now you would be more upset. 
At least he acknowledged it in a way. That he can’t or didn’t want to stay. That he still hasn't forgotten about her. 
And honestly, you didn’t want to dump more guilt on his already heavy shoulders. Marc already carried enough to rival Atlas.
“I know. It’s fine.” You murmured, and he caught your mouth in a claiming kiss, hard and his teeth almost cutting into your lips, one hand yanking down your underwear part way down to your thighs and another fisted into your hair, holding you in place.
Marc ground his hips against you and you groaned into the kiss. Even with his pants on, you felt how hard Marc already was. He did again and again, tightening his hand in your hair. Warm arousal low your stomach and you parted your legs as much as you could.
You pulled away, panting. “I prepped the night before. Just grab the lube.”
There was a pause as Marc processed the words, then he swore under his breath and kissed you deeply, tongues guilding together. The kiss lingered, slowed into something gentler.
Marc broke the kiss then went for the lube on the nightstand and you stared up, admiring the movement of powerful muscles. 
As Marc returned, you moved up onto your knees, offering yourself up. Calloused hands roamed over you, squeezing and groping. 
"You look really good like this." Marc rumbled, giving your hip a gentle squeeze as he popped the lube cap off. 
You gave a wiggle, gasping when he smacked your buttcheek. "Jerk." You muttered fondly with a smirk.
Your insult turned into a moan when wet, thick fingers found your opening and pressed in. You were still loose from the night before so he sunk in you easily. You gave a squeeze, pressing back on the fingers over and over, practically fucked yourself on Marc' hand. 
"You're going to be the death of me." Marc groaned, pulling his fingers out. You let out a moan of disappointment and Marc grabbed your hips, shushing you as he lined himself up. 
The pressure of his tip was blunt and hot, a promise. You took a trembling breath, curling your fingers into your pillow. 
The first thrust was a slow and deep slide in, the pressure almost too much for you as Marc kept moving. It was between a single moment and forever, your mind caught up in the sheer pleasure of just having Marc. 
Then he was fully inside, his hips against your behind. He waited there, letting you get adjusted for a moment, his hands caressing your waist. 
He shifted, and his strong chest lined against your back, his fingers intertwined with yours. The sight of their hands together made a knot formed in your throat. 
Marc pressed his lips against the shell of your ear, "I'm going to start moving, alright?"
You nodded, "Yeah." It was all you could say. Marc kissed your ear, staying there and his hips rolled, sending sparks of warmth along your back and insides. 
Marc kept his movements slow and easy, almost lazily working against you, taking his time but it felt amazing. A steady warmth teasing that spot inside of you, and you parted your legs more, trying to tilt your hips because you needed more, needed him. 
He huffed out a laugh and didn't pick up speed, he kept his deep and slow movements, pressing a kiss against your temple. 
You shuddered, "Marc. Please."
"Hush." He said quietly, not stopping nor speeding up. "Just let me enjoy you."
You moaned, your face buried into your pillow but you made sure the rest of your body stayed in place. It was unfair how he could just say stuff like that and you would obey him. 
Even as the light brightened and the city was slowly coming to life once more, it felt like time had stopped for you and Marc. 
The sparks of pleasure were nonstop, and you were trying to just hold on, tightened your hands around his, toes curling into the sheets. 
"You're gorgeous like this. Could spend the whole day fucking you if I could." Marc rasped, picking up speed and you kissed his jaw, nuzzling him. You weren't really able to think anymore, let alone speak. 
One of Marc' hand let go, going to your stomach and wrapped around your dipping cock.  You fucked into his palm like the mindless thing you were, gasping his name out loudly.
You reached up with a moan and buried your hand in dark curls, taking his mouth for yourself. 
Heat and pleasure and Marc's low voice, his body and your body were blurred together, becoming a singular existence. 
When it became too much, you broke with a whimper, jerking and gasping. Warmth flooded your core and you rode along the waves, forgetting everything but the now. 
Marc worked you slowly, making the orgasm linger and you slumped into the bed, your belly planted in the wet spot. 
You blinked when Marc wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flushed against him. Then Marc thrust quickly again and again, fucking you in the best way possible. 
"Oh fuck-Marc!" You gasped as your worn out body was used. Too much, too fast and you were overly sensitive but you found you wanted more, wanted to be used. 
Marc stilled. Deep, deep inside and wet mouth kisses pressed on your nape and shoulders, and Marc panting out soft words. 
Just fucking gorgeous. God help me.
Then it was over. 
Marc was careful as he pulled out, his arm around your waist and he landed on his side, pulling you with him.
It was quiet now in the room. The muffled sounds of the city drifted in, the pale morning light was a deep orange, the sunrise already almost over. 
Suddenly you wished the moment would last, a colorful sunrise that never ended. 
Your heart ached. 
Marc pressed a kiss against your cheek. "Gonna clean up."
"You're not staying for breakfast?" You asked, already knowing his response. He was already out of the bed and you missed the feel of his warm body against yours. And you kept your eyes on the window, not able to handle the guilty glance of those dark eyes of his. 
"Next time." He promised, his voice tender and deep. You heard the lie. His knuckles brushed against your cheek, and you knew he was waiting for you to respond. A quiet plea for you to go along with the lie.  
"Alright." You told him, brushing your lips against his hand. "Next time."
~
Jake
Flushed and maybe a little tipsy from your friend’s birthday, you stumbled up the steps to your apartment with a drunken giggle. The night sky was unusually dark, the new moon hidden from you. You only had the stars tonight for company.
It took a few tries to get in, your keys kept missing the door but finally you were able to get in. 
You frowned when you realized there was a warm glow coming from the kitchen, you had turned off all the lights before leaving and from how warm it felt someone had taken a shower. You grabbed an umbrella for protection and slowly made your way down the entranceway. 
Then a male voice called out and it took a moment for you to understand. “Don’t bother. I already know you are here.”  
It was Jake. You knew that low Spanish anywhere. It was something you were working on when you had a free moment. It bugged you that you couldn’t talk to him as easily as you could Steven or Marc even if he understood English perfectly as far as you could tell.
You dumped the umbrella and went into the living room. The tv was off, a coat tossed over a chair carelessly. On the table was a bloody hand towel and a cleaned pistol. 
It was a good reminder that you were dealing with a very different creature from Steven and Marc.
Jake’s watchful eyes narrowed at you. More predator than man. His cap was on the counter, his dark curls still damp and was only wearing a white tank top and jeans. No doubt there was a pile of bloody clothes somewhere in your apartment, you mused. 
“Have you eaten?” You asked him, choosing not to acknowledge the fact that Jake had come home, covered in blood. He nodded, not looking away from you. He placed a part of the gun down, the cartridge if you had to guess.
Then he beckoned you, holding out his hand patiently for you. You went to him, placing your hand in his rough one. He pressed a kiss against your knuckles, lingering as he looked up with those dark eyes.  
You flushed but didn’t pull away. 
“Clean up the table.” You told him, leaning down to kiss him. It was a soft kiss. Innocent.  He tugged at you and because you had an inability to say to him or to any of them, you went to him. 
Only to be spun around and pinned down to the table. 
A strong hand caught your wrist and held them against your back. Jake hooked a finger in your belt loops, tugging ever slightly. You grunted, hating how close you were to the gun, even if unloaded, and turned your head to glared back at him. He only raised an eyebrow at you and a spark of lust bloomed inside of you.
You knew this game well.
You licked your lips, and clumsy Spanish you spoke. “I thought I told you to clean up the table.”
And for the first time ever, Jake gave you a surprised look, staring down at you. You smirked then he tossed his head back in a laugh. It was a deep, warm laugh and you just sighed with a faint smile, feeling hopelessly soft for Jake. 
He learned down, brushing his lips against your temple. “Alright, sweetheart. I will clean it afterwards, no point in cleaning two messes.”
You gasped when your pants and underwear were both yanked down to your knees. Shamelessly, Jake gave one of your cheeks a firm squeeze, swearing quietly before he smacked it. 
You tried to kick him to no avail and he chuckled again, reaching for the gun oil. 
“That can’t be sanitary.” You muttered but didn’t stop him. Even with blood and rough hands and the fact that sometimes you caught Jake sitting in the living room in the middle of night with a thousand-yard stare to nowhere, his gun dangling loosely from his fingers, you trusted him wholeheartedly.
When slicked fingers pressed in, you only tilted your hips to help him get in deeper. He took his time with this part, he always did, adding another finger only when he was sure you could handle it. 
You rocked back on those thick fingers, your cock leaking precum onto the floor. Pleasure was slowly building even as you did, and you shifted, trying to get them in deeper. 
He pulled his fingers out without warning and you winced at the burn. You heard a faint apology before his cockhead pressed against you. Blunt and hot, Jake sunk and you shuddered, closing your eyes. You swallowed because now all you could do was hold on.
“Relax.” He ordered roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he pulled out. “It will hurt if you don’t.”
With a trembling breath, you forced yourself to relax then a broken moan spilled out as Jake slammed back into you all the way, his balls smacking lewdly against sweat slick flesh.
The next few moments were a blur, your forehead pressed against the table and your thighs shook as he slammed into you again and again, claiming you. Quiet, helpless sounds broke past your lips, the table scraping against the hardwood. It hurt, a little bit, the oil only did so much but the pain added something, made it real.
Jake’s breathing turned harsh, his thrusts picking up speed.
“Jake.” You pleaded. He leaned down, showing mercy and kissed you deeply. You returned it, pressing as much as you could into it. It was the only way Jake would allow any real affection. You used to ask him to stay, to let you care for him but he never did.
You wondered if he ever will. 
Jake broke first, gasping against your lips and you kissed him though it, loving him. Then a gentle hand wrapped around your cock, pumping with tight and quick strokes. Your fingers curled in to your palm, trying to hold on but it was no use. 
You cried when you reached the peak, Jake’s lips against yours, murmuring sweet nothings.
“Mi vida.” Jake whispered over and over. You tried to remember what the words meant but nothing came to you.
Then the moment was over. 
You stepped away from the table, pulling up your pants. Jake was quiet but that wasn't unusual. It was something you liked about him, that you and he could sit in silence for hours.
“I’m going to clean up.” You told him, kissing his cheek. He murmured an acknowledgment, turning his head to kiss you quickly. You knew by the time you came out of the bathroom, he would be gone. 
Maybe with someone else, it would hurt but you knew it meant something different with Jake. That of all the places to hide away from the world, he picked you every single time. 
Later, alone in the dark, you typed in the words.
Mi vida.
My life.
~
Khonshu 
Thank fuck for whoever made bandaids and the first aid kid. You might actually bring them back from the dead just so you could kiss them right on the mouth.
Steven-Marc-Jake were passed out on your bed, their dark curls sticking to their forehead. You tucked the blanket around them, checking them again for a fever. They were warm but not feverish. 
The memory of them falling into your living room from the window, bloody and weak and their beautiful dark eyes dulled flashed in your mind. It felt like a nightmare. 
Exhausted, you settled into the chair you placed next to the bed. You dropped your head into your hands. Your eyes were burning from being awake for too long but sleep was a faded memory. 
Marc-Steven-Jake shifted in the bed, slurred words spilling out from their mouth. You shushed them, pressing a cool hand agianst their cheek, their stubble rough agianst your palm. 
“Sleep.” You told them. Or begged. Maybe both. 
They opened their dark eyes, blinking at you. Then the words that came out were a mix of English and Spanish, your name between each word. Words like ‘I’m sorry, I love you, mi vida.’ And more talks of the moon and its stars and of lost and hate.
You shushed Jake-Steven-Marc again, kissing their forehead. “Nothing to be sorry for. Sleep.”
Eventually they did.
The moon was full and bright in the night sky, outshining every single star, willfully defying the void itself. You had left the window opened, letting the spring breeze inside. One of the neighbors had taken up gardening, and the faint scent of roses drifted in.
A deep chill filled your whole apartment, it filled your whole being. For a moment, you wondered if this was how it felt on the moon. Cold and alone. 
Heavy footsteps approached you but you didn’t look away from their face, dark lashes flushed against their cheek. Your three greatest loves looked so childlike like this, and something deep, deep, deep in you ached for them.
“You need to be careful.” You said, filling the silence. “Very few mortals can handle you, let alone three of them. You won’t find anyone else like them. And you know it.”  
Khonshu said nothing for long moments, standing right next to your shoulders. You could smell dust and old river water. He shifted, his old bones creaking. 
“I warned them.” He said simply. 
“Not good enough.” You told him. 
Khonshu scoffed but said nothing else which meant you were right. Not that Khonshu would admit it. 
A boney finger curled under your chin, and lifted your face up to make you look at him. Like this the moonlight hit your face fully, casting both lights and shadows. You allowed him to take his time peering down at you. 
Maybe one of these days Khonshu would find what he was looking for. You just didn’t know if you could or should help him. 
You met the hollowed eyes of Khonshu and he pressed a thumb against the corner of your mouth gently. The old bones on his face had new hairline cracks in them and you frowned, reaching up and brushing a finger along one of them. 
“All of you, I swear. Going to drive me mad then who is going to clean the mess up, huh?” You murmured.
There was a huff of laughter from Khonshu. “It is interesting what parts will fade away and what will stay behind.”
“Oh?” 
“You act so much like him.” Khonshu said quietly. His harsh voice had changed into something kinder. Softer. “I think sometimes he has been born again.”
You closed your eyes, pity heavy in your chest. “Well, I think my ancestor- or past life or whatever - and I are in full agreement. Stop rushing ahead, we all know your justice will come one way or another.”
Khonshu lingered for a moment then he pulled away and you found that you missed his touch. You watched him step over the window, his head tilted in a birdlike way.
“I will return. I expect my avatar to be ready.” He said, his voice back to normal. He vanished into the moonlight before you could give him another piece of your mind. You slumped into the wooden chair and rubbed your face, torn between chasing after Khonshu and wanting to curl up next to Steven-Marc-Jake and just sleep forever. 
With a grunt you stood, planning getting a quilt for your bedmate then yourself a cup of coffee or something.  
As you walked out the bedroom, bright moonlight and deep shadows followed your every step. 
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Jake, in Spanish: Te quiero. Yo moriría por ti. Si me preguntas, destruiré todo solo por ti.
(I love you. I would die for you. If you ask me, I will destroy everything just for you.)
Y/n, who can't speak Spanish: Is he insulting me?
(If my Spanish incorrect I'm sorry. I can't speak that language. Google translation was my helper with this one.)
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Flufftober 10 - Jake Lockley
Jake Lockley x Reader
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Y/N had been dating Jake Lockley for several months.
Well, he didn't like that word. Too childish. He didn't like anything that came a little too close to feelings. It had taken him a while to open up to her, at first with grunts and very short sentences, whispered very quickly, mostly in Spanish.
On the other hand, he had never hidden anything from her, being completely honest with her. About his family, his "mother". Or rather Marc's mother, and a bit Steven's. He had very quickly spoken to her about DID, explaining to her that he was an alter. He had mentioned Khonshu.
           "If you must think I'm crazy, I might as well say everything." he said with his small smile. "What could be the worse ? That you're going to call the doctors ? I'm running fast, cariño. I'll be leaving, heartbroken, and so be it."
           "I don't think you're crazy. I mean, I've seen Thor on TV, so I know gods do exist but... Maybe it's another alter ?"
           "He doesn't like you to think that, mi amor."
           "If he really is a god, he shouldn't care that a mere human... AH ! What was that ?! A ghost ?"
           "No, it's Khonshu. Don't be afraid, except making wind, he can't do anything. Well, he is shouting, but you can't hear him, and I'm not going to repeat what he's saying. No insistas, paloma, no repetiré."
This made Y/N laugh, who kissed Jake on the cheek. He'd fled almost immediately, but that had also been the time he'd been completely certain he could trust her.
In addition to some of his problems, he sometimes consulted her for his missions. He had shown her the apartment they shared with his alters. He had introduced her to allies, including Layla, Marc's ex-wife.
On the other hand, after all this time, Y/N had never had the opportunity to speak to Marc, or to Steven.
Never.
As soon as she broached this subject with Jake, he became tense and cold, finding strange excuses.
The few times she had felt like it wasn't him in front of her, Jake had always regained control before his alters could open their mouths.
Once, Y/N noticed small messages left in the apartment, with her name on them, signed Steven. He was saying hello to her, indicating that he was looking forward to meeting her !
Seeing this, Jake threw the papers away. Then he had been very attentive, looking for other words that his 'estúpido hermanito' could have hidden.
This at least allowed Y/N to know one thing, Marc and Steven knew of her existence, her relationship with their alter, and they had no problem with that.
Which meant it was Jake and Jake only who didn't want her to meet them.
And she didn't understand why.
Maybe he was ashamed ? She probably wasn't as good as Layla. Their relationship was not the same as the one Marc had had with his wife. He was afraid that there would be comparisons and judgments.
But they already knew, and Jake didn't hide when they were going outside together. It didn't make sense.
It was also possible that he didn't trust her as much as Y/N had hoped.
After all, Jake was originally the Protector of the System. He was there to protect the others, to make sure nothing bad happened to them. As evidenced by the stories he had told her, he could be very protective.
Sometimes too much.
Even though he loved her and didn't hide anything from her, he could consider his alters to be off limits. That she might hurt them one way or another.
While trying not to be outraged by this, and to prove to him that she had no intention of being a threat at all, Y/N decided to just tell him about it, to avoid a misunderstanding, or worse.
           "... Qué ?" was the only thing Jake said, staring at her, as he finished his bowl of cereal.
           "I understand that you want to protect your 'brothers', but you can totally trust me. I have no intention of scaring them, or anything, even if I don't know what. They seem lovely from what you told me and I just wish I met them, at least once. Once ! And if I mess up, then I'll be sorry and I'll never approach them again !"
           "... You think I don't want you meeting the others because I think you're going to do something to them ?"
           "Well... Why else ?"
           " Querida. I know very well that you won't do anything to them. They will even be happy to finally be able to talk to you, they've been insisting for months. Especially Steven."
           "So why ?"
Jake continued to stare at her with a strange expression. As if he was ashamed of what he was going to say, that he was afraid. Which was impossible, because Jake Lockley wasn't afraid of anything.
           "... Vas a preferirlos."
           "Can you repeat that ?"
           "You will prefer them over me." he said louder, turning his head as if he wanted to hide. "They're better than me. Smarter, braver, funnier, nicer. You're going to meet them and you're going to wonder what you're doing with me. It's... It's the first time I've I have something that's only mine. Someone important outside the System. Even though I know you're going to have to meet them one day, and then you're going to leave, I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. "
           "Oh... Jake..."
Not to scare him away as usual when she tried to show him her affection with tender gestures, Y/N gently approached to sit on his lap, preventing him from getting up, putting her arms around his neck and cuddling him, almost as if she was rocking him.
He growled, but let her.
           "You are so adorable. I love you. I love you, Jake Lockey, you and no one else. Even if I meet the others and like them, it will be as friends, and nothing else. Would it be so terrible if I was friends  with your brothers ?"
           "... That would be nice. Marc needs friends. Steven too. You'll love him, everyone loves him, when people aren't too stupid and pay attention to him."
           "Great. And I'll still love you more afterwards."
           "It's okay if he becomes your favourite."
           "Hush. Shut up, idiot. My lovely idiot." she whispered, stroking his hair, kissing his forehead. "You are reassured ?"
He didn't answer, and Y/N looked at him then. For a few seconds, he looked really weird. Absent.So without hurting him, she patted his cheek to make him come back to her.
           "I'm discussing with the others." he said as if everything was perfectly normal. "To find out who's going to talk to you first. Steven is overexcited. He's been asking for the longest time, but he's talkative, while Marc..."
           "Wait. I don't want to meet them now."
           "... No ?" Jake asked with suddenly sparkling eyes, like a child surprised to receive attention.
           "No. I want to be with you. I will always be with you. I'll meet your brothers later when the time is right. I just wanted to check that everything was okay, there's no rush."
This seemed to reassure him, his shoulders relaxing as he nodded.
Then a small smile appeared on his face, as his arms went around her waist and his lips approached her neck, and Y/N knew perfectly well what was going to happen to her, hoping that Steven and Marc had had the time to go back to their inner world to give them some privacy.
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hellomynameisells · 1 year
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manzwurldz · 1 year
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hi, i write fanfic n i write for everyone n anything but most of my fics/one shots/drabbles are oscar isaac characters if im honest or watever n that’s it 🐻🍂 ✌🏼
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little-worm-grant · 2 months
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Spicy Jake: Aftercare
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Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.
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Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.
Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.
His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.
“Oh chica…”
His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.
Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.
At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.
Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.
Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.
Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.
Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.
“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”
“Shut yourself up.”
You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.
“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.
Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.
“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”
“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”
Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.
“My little lioness.”
He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.
“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”
“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.
He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.
“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”
And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.
“Would you get me some water too?”
“For you? Anything.”
He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.
“Should I run you a bath too?”
“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”
“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”
As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.
You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.
You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.
His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.
“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”
“Please, I’m not fragile.”
“If you say so.”
Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.
“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.
“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.
He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.
Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.
“My turn.” You say.
“Not tonight. You need to-”
“No not that. Roll over.”
“Que?”
“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”
Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.
Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.
“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.
“What am I this time?”
“My little jet pack.”
You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.
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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years
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Group Effort
A/N: Hello and welcome to next installment of my 500 Follower Celebration...let’s get fucknasty! Also, just to be abundantly clear, this is very much pre-Nyla and Reader is engaged to the moon boys. Also Mr. Lockley’s little bit of Spanish will be translated at the bottom of the fic as per usual.
The prompt: You and Marc share your wildest fantasies with each other…turns out you both share the fantasy of you getting gangbanged by the three of them in separate bodies.
Requested by: @kotonei-molyneux​ & @strawberry1042-blog …great minds think alike 😈😈
Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, with a bit of Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, because we can’t leave them out of the fun, can we? 
Word Count: 2.3k  Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 - Rated E, Minors DNI! 
TW/CW: A LOT of dirty talk, handjob, vaginal fingering, talk of group sex/gangbang so mention of nipple play (hello it me), oral (f and m receiving), penetrative sex, anal sex, triple penetration, a little bit of sub!reader, creampie, cum-eating, orgasm denial, exhibition, masturbation, cumshot, talk of internalized slut-shaming, Marc being our dream supportive bf  
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You weren’t precisely sure how the topic came up, but it surfaced after you and Marc shared a long, steamy lovemaking session. The two of you were lying in bed utterly sated and exhausted, your torso draped over his chest while he played with your intertwined fingers. Much like a magpie, your eye was drawn to the glint of the three-stone diamond engagement ring that had recently made its home on your left hand. 
“Hmm, tell me,” Marc hummed into your ear, “what’s your wildest fantasy?” 
Despite having spent the better part of the afternoon with your face in Marc’s groin, you blushed. Not because you were shy about talking about sex or your needs, but because your wildest fantasy was dirty. Not to mention impossible and potentially offending to your fiancé. 
“What’s yours?” you tried to deflect. 
“I asked you first,” he countered. He tipped your chin up so your eyes met. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
Ugh, Marc’s molten chocolate eyes and the fact he’d fucked your brains out earlier prevented your normally quick-thinking brain from coming up with a believable backup answer. “I, um…uh.” 
“Want me to go first?” Your fiancé had mercy on you, the last thing he wanted to do was pressure you. The only reason he’d brought it up in the first place was because Marc thought it could be a way to bring you two closer. 
“Please,” you murmured from where you’d buried your face into Marc’s spectacular pecs. 
“Okay,” he began as he stroked your hair, “it’s definitely a fantasy because the last time this happened I was technically dead.” 
Out of everything Marc could’ve said, you certainly didn't expect him to say that. You angled your head so you could see him.  
“But when I went to the Duat, Steven, Jake, and I were in separate bodies. And if there was ever a way for us to replicate that without the death part, I’d want us to all, uh…I’d want the three of us to fuck you. Drown you in pleasure.” 
Your eyes widened, and Marc automatically assumed that he’d gone too far. Before he could backtrack however you said in an awed whisper, “That’s mine too.” 
“Really?” Marc asked, his cock beginning to stir at the thought. 
“Yeah. I didn’t say it at first because I wasn't sure how you’d feel about it,” you confessed, “I didn’t know if having the other boys involved would like, I don’t know, make you think I wanted you any less.” 
“It’s the opposite really,” Marc told you, pulling you in for a kiss, “it means you accept all parts of me.” 
You graced him with a beaming grin, your eyes lit from within. “I love you so much, baby.” 
“Love you too,” he returned after kissing you again. Then his gaze darkened, “So…what would you want us to do?” 
A pink hue stained your cheeks. “Well…um, you know how I love when you play with my tits.” 
“Mmmm, I do,” Marc urged you on. “I’m pretty fond of them myself.”
He sneaked a glance down at the aforementioned breasts while you went on, “You are, but you know how Steven is absolutely bananas for them. So in my fantasy, uh, you’re actually eating me out while Jake and Steven are each sucking on one of my tits.”
You couldn’t quite believe you said it out loud. The idea had played a starring role in your solo-time fantasies, not that you had much time for those anymore now that you were effectively seeing three men who each possessed healthy libidos. Whenever one of the men suckled at your nipple it drove you absolutely wild, so you could hardly imagine how mind-blowingly good it would feel to have both peaks pleasured simultaneously, plus Marc’s talented tongue lapping between your legs. 
Marc groaned. “Now that is a pretty sight.“ His dick quite liked the image too, hardening against his thigh for the third time that evening. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah, I’d love to lick this little pussy while getting to watch them play with your titties,” Marc conferred, his hand tucking in between your thighs to part your folds. He smiled wickedly when he found that you were already wet again for him as his fingertips probed you. “What else?” 
You gasped at the touch of Marc’s fingers spreading around your wetness. It made formulating your next thought incredibly difficult, though your fiancé’s hunger to hear more of your filthy fantasies put you at ease. “Uh-ummm, I’d want you all inside me, at the same time.” 
“Shit” Marc swore. That was always his go-to spank bank material. You splayed out and utterly stuffed full of him and his alters, their cocks moving in and out you in a frenzy of desire. He was curious about one thing though, so he inquired, “Who would go where?” 
Your breath hitched due Marc’s question plus the insertion of his digit inside of you. “Mmmm honey, I know where you’d want to be.”
It was time to level the playing field a bit, you decided. Your hand, previously clenched around the edge of the sheet while you watched Marc’s bulging bicep flex as he fingered you, slithered below the covers. 
His hips jerked into your fist when you encircled your palm around his length, stiff and leaking once again. “Your mouth.”
“That’s right, then Jake in my ass, obviously,” you stroked him gently, teasing him with an intentionally light grasp. 
“Obviously,” Marc parroted mindlessly, too consumed with pleasure to be jealous that Jake had gotten anal play in with you before he could. 
“So I guess that would leave my pussy for Steven,” you concluded with a faux innocence. “You don’t think he’d mind, do you?” 
Your fiancé’s eyes rolled back into his head, both from pleasure and from Steven pushing to the front to concur, “Blimey babe, you’re driving us mad…duh-don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you told him. You bit your lower lip as Steven pushed another thick finger into your sopping cunt. 
Marc had to wrestle back control of the body, but he was happy to do so in order to hear more firsthand about this little scenario the two of you were concocting together. Also, your hand was on his dick. 
“We’d fuck you so good baby,” he rasped. “Won’t be able to remember your name when we’re done with ya.”
You could see it so clearly in your mind, sandwiched between Jake and Steven’s strong chests as they moved their cocks inside of you in tandem while Marc stood over you to feed you his. Your pussy bore down on his fingers, your brain trying to conjure what it would feel like to be that full. Perhaps you could achieve the same effect with toys, yet it’d pale in comparison to having three solid, warm bodies caging you into their hold, making you take it since they knew you craved each and every one of their thick members.         
Your grip tightened around Marc’s dick at the thought and your cunt bore down on his fingers. 
“Unngh, I’d wanna watch our cum drip out of all your holes,” he grunted. 
Oh fuck, you hadn’t even considered that, but your sex-addled imagination was quick to supply the mental picture for you: Marc’s cum dribbling from your mouth, while the other’s boys seed trickled out of your ass and pussy. Was your fiancé trying to kill you? 
You keened, “That’d be so hot.” Not your most elegant addition to the conversation, but you were overwhelmed with deliciously dirty thoughts, two digits finger-fucking you, and jacking Marc’s fat erection. “I’d push it out for you so you three could taste it, and us together.”  
“Yeah, mmm fuck yeah baby,” Marc’s began driving his hips through the tight channel of your fist, a telltale sign he was close to coming. Your hand moved down the base of his cock and squeezed the base firmly. 
When your fiancé let out a strangled shout at his release being denied, you disclosed “There’s something more I’d want to try.” 
“Fuck,” Marc cursed again, though you weren’t sure if it from the revelation you had more to say or that you’d started moving your hand again. “Tell me baby.” 
You inhaled deeply to battle the part of your head that was told you that you were about to share too much. “Ummm, I…” 
Marc’s unoccupied hand cradled your cheek, “It’s okay.” 
His assurance allowed you to relax some and gave you the courage to continue. “I, uh…I also think it’d be really hot if you all took turns fucking my pussy.” 
Somehow that idea seemed dirtier than the three of them using you at once. Though you definitely weren’t a prude, your sex life before Marc, Steven, and Jake had been pretty vanilla. Satisfying, but not exactly kinky. The thought of a gangbang was one of those kinks that always appealed to you in theory but never in reality, mostly because you couldn’t conceive letting yourself be so vulnerable in front of people who weren’t your partner. 
However, if all the participants in the group sex were your partner, the men who you loved equally but individually and trusted, who each cherished and respected you…well then, yeah, you’d be game. 
Your fiancé nearly choked on his own breath after you spoke. “Fuck,” he repeated. Marc was aware that he wasn’t exactly contributing anything new to the discourse, but you were short-circuiting his brain. 
Jake took the opportunity to push to the front and encourage you on, “Ooooh, you’d like that wouldn't you, nena? Watching us while we watch each other pound that greedy pussy?” 
“Uh huh,” you yelped as he moved his thumb to your clit. “I know you all watch sometimes when one of you is with me,” you explained, “wanna experience it for myself.” 
The scene ignited a fire within you to think about it. All of them had such deep, expressive gazes and for three pairs of those dark eyes to be trained on you while they each punched little gasps and cries out of you with their dicks drove you completely wild. 
“Well that seems only fair,” Jake agreed, infuriatingly casual as you continued fondling each other.  “Pero, te diré un secreto, when we watch the other fuck, we’re usually jacking it ourselves.” The filthiness of the image caused you to cry out. “So would you let us stroke our cocks while we play with your cunt? Maybe one of us would need to spurt all over your tetas because we got too impatient and paint all this smooth skin with our cum instead.” 
“Oh fuck, Jake, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered as your ecstasy rose. 
The mention of your release made Marc reclaim the body once more. “Then come for us, baby. Want you to come thinking about all the ways we’d fuck you silly.” 
To get you over the edge, Marc cupped your breast and flicked a nipple. You did exactly as he said, reaching your peak with a wail as the all-consuming bliss of your orgasm wracked your body. You tried to keep pace, rubbing Marc through it as much as you could while your body spasmed from the intensity of your climax. 
“Yuh…your turn, honey,” you whispered, your body still floating down from the aftershocks. Your fiancé did as you said, soaking your hand in his spend with a guttural shout. 
The two of you were breathless after your respective orgasms subsided. You reached for a tissue from the nightstand on autopilot to clean your hand. After all the dirty talk and shared filth, you had no idea what to say to Marc now that the haze of lust had cleared from your head. 
He beat you to the punch. “We definitely need a shower now.” 
“You still want to marry me, right?” you couldn’t stop the words from tumbling from your lips. 
Obviously, there was still some internalized misogyny or slut-shaming, or both actually, that had clawed its way from the deep recesses of your psyche to your mouth. You couldn’t help but think now that Marc knew how dirty you could be that you weren’t “wife material” anymore. 
“Wait, what?” he looked at you completely confused. 
“Sorry,” one of your hands attempted to hide your embarrassed flush. “It’s just that was a bit full-on and–”
“Well yeah, but honey, I loved every second of it,” Marc guided your palm from your face. “If anything, what we just did makes me want to marry you more.” 
“Sorry,” you echoed. You were being stupid and needy and–
“Baby, you don’t need to apologize,” he told you with earnest, open eyes. “Did any of that make you uncomfortable?” 
“No, no!” you quickly dismissed his concern. “I’m being silly and old-fashioned.”
“I can’t believe someone so loving, accepting and sexy chose me to marry her,” he murmured. “I mean, that was hot as all shit, but I also really appreciate you trusting me to open up like that. It means a lot to me actually, since I’ve trusted you with so much about my past and stuff.”
“That makes me really happy,” you beamed at him. 
Marc pushed himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed, and you followed. He was right, you both really needed to rinse off.
“Honestly, after that, I wonder if Khonshu would grant me a favor so we could make it a reality.” 
Your fiancé’s words made you so hot you nearly started sweating, but you also recalled all of the Egyptian deity’s cruelty. 
“You’re free of him, let’s keep it that way,” you suggested to Marc as the two of you entered the bathroom. Marc reached to turn on the shower, “Besides, between all of us, I’m sure we have plenty of other fantasies to bring to life. “
Marc flashed you a raunchy grin of approval, then drew you under the spray with him. 
A/N: Takes myself to maximum-security horny jail* hope y’all enjoyed! More prompt fills to come! 
Taglist: @twwcs​, @rmoonstoner​, @hot-mess-express1​, @murdickdocked, @toracainz​, @saahmi​, @unspokenmoon​, @winterbiipp​, @avatarofseshat​ @ilikeoldermenhelp, @losers-club6​, @harrys-tittie​, @ninebluehearts​, @lucianadraven32​, @dawnsutopia​, @strawberry1042-blog
Translations:
nena - babe 
Pero, te diré un secreto - But, I’ll tell you a secret 
tetas - tits 
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incorrectanything · 2 years
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Y/N: I've never had a friend before.
Steven: I'll be your friend!
Y/N:
Y/N: I've never had a boyfriend before.
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angelltheninth · 2 years
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i humbly, and hornyly, ask for smut hds with Lockey.
Humbly and hornily lol. Sure, here you go. Enjoy!
Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, making out, pinning down/holding down, rough sex, gentle sex, dirty talk, rough blowjob, begging, scratching, biting
A/N: It's been only a few days and I already can't wait to see Moon Knight again.
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Unlike Steven who's gentle all the way or Marc who starts off gentle and works his way up to being rough, Jake likes to start off rough right away and then, sometimes go gentle towards the end
Jake likes to cuddle naked so that if the two of you are in the mood when you wake up there's less work to get started
He loves feeling you wrap your legs around him while he fucks you but also likes to push your head down and pin your hands behind your back
Teases you and winds you up until you're desperate and begging for him
Leaves many love bites across your body and loves when you do the same to him
He has a lot of adrenaline when he gets back from missions and you love to let him let off some steam with a hot love making session
Not a big fan of finishing outside, but he won't force you to swallow or to let him finish inside you if you don't feel like it
Loves to see you blush when he talks dirty to you so he does it a lot
Shower sex almost always gets dirty
When you make out his hands tend to wonder, squeezing your ass and grinding against you, relishing in the way you moan into his mouth when you feel his erection pressing up against you
Always tells you how much he loves your kisses
But of course he also likes to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock
He loves to fuck your mouth, parsing you, telling you how good it feels, what a good job you're doing
He's not a man of many soft words but will bestow them upon you when he feels particularly good
He likes it when you're loud, letting anyone who hears know how good he's making you feel
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lunaselena · 1 month
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their way of life.
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397 words, no explicit content.
warnings: soft!jake, lots of fluff.
notes: this little fic is dedicated to @little-worm-grant ! the ideas you give me are insane. happy valentine’s day. 💗
Valentine's Day had never been Jake Lockley's forte. As a man of few words and gruff demeanor, he often found himself at a loss when it came to matters of the heart. But this year was different. This year, he had Layla el Faouly by his side—a beacon of light amidst the shadows of his tumultuous existence.
With a sense of determination and a touch of nervousness, Jake had planned a simple yet meaningful date for them to celebrate Valentine's Day. He knew Layla deserved more than his usual stoicism, and he was determined to show her just how much she meant to him.
Their date began with a game of Pokemon Go—a shared passion that brought them closer together with every step they took. As they wandered the streets of the city, laughter and camaraderie filled the air, weaving a tapestry of memories that would last a lifetime. With each Pokemon they caught and every gym they conquered, Jake couldn't help but marvel at the sheer joy that radiated from Layla's smile. In her presence, the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of wonder and possibility that he had never known before.
As the sun began to set and the city lights twinkled in the distance, Jake and Layla retreated to the comfort of his car—a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world outside. Snuggled close together, they shared a chocolate shake, the sweetness of the moment lingering on their lips.
But it was when Layla reached for a piece of candy from the glove box that everything changed. As her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the Tamagotchi nestled within, she felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her—a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and overwhelming love. With trembling hands, Layla turned on the Tamagotchi, her heart skipping a beat as she beheld the digital pet she had created for Jake months ago, still alive and thriving. In that moment, she realized the depth of his love and devotion—a silent testament to the bond that bound them together.
Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Layla leaned in close, pressing a gentle kiss to Jake's lips—a silent declaration of her love and gratitude for all that he was. And as the words "I love you" escaped her lips, carried on the wings of the night, she knew that this Valentine's Day would be one they would never forget—a testament to the power of love to transcend even the darkest of shadows.
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nowiamcoveredinyou · 7 months
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Bag
Jake lockey x reader
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"no, I know" y/n said on phone, "I did take my favourite bag."
Y/n is a big fan of the brand Jimmy Choo. And to own a bag from them was her dream. After a lot of hard work she got her hands on them finally. "don't worry I'll be fine, my bag is more important right now."
The weather forecast mentioned an approaching storm moved away from y/n's location. But seemes like the news was deceived by mother nature. It was approaching and y/n had two thing to take care of, herself and her bag, rather important one to her. She was walking along as there was barely any cab to be seen to finally stopped by a honking horn.
"Get in, I'll get you a lift".
Turning around y/n found Jake and his limo 'woah' she thought. But would it be safe to get into the stranger's car? y/n was wondering until Jake said, "I know you're afraid, but your bag's life seem to be important for you". He joked seeing y/n clung to her bag as if her life depended on it.
"get in now, before anything happens to your precious bag". He laughed lightly, his laugh, as if urged her to get in. So she did, somehow his laughter gave her a sense of comfort.
"Thanks" after thanking him, she gave him, her address as they drove off. And ten minutes later they were infront of her main door. She got down to thank him again and Jake nodded,
"well señorita!" he called before she could get in, "I didn't give you a lift for that stupid bag".
Y/n's mouth left open, a gasp escaped, how dare he said her bag stupid?
"yes, stupid." he clarified, "I did it for you, your life in far more important than that leather purse."
Oh! thought she, it sounded good. So good that a smile spreaded accross her lips as she bid Jake good bye, wondering if she'd find him again, afterall that stranger wasn't that bad, no?
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ronn-uuu · 1 year
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Party Pooper
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I'm writing my own request(?)
An: Ok I wrote this request:
POV: You're hyping yourself up/ while getting ready for a party with loud music. And Marc/Steven/ Jake are trying to sleep but guess what causing them not to sleep? Your music. So they go next door to have a chat. And when you open up the door they're dumbfounded on how they have not seen such a FINE ASS PERSON WE AREEE the rest is up to you babe 🥰💕 ( and please either do gn or with he/they/she prns😊)
Me being meek and not very out there,,, I decided not to send this out there so I decided that I'll write it myself. Also this is my first posted fic pls have mercy on me. I hope you enjoy it.
pairing: Gn!reader x Marc spector, Gn!reader x Steven Grant, & Gn!Redaer x Jake Lockely
Warnings: none. (other than me using google english to spanish. Pls if you found a better website, PLS TELL. pls dont gatekeep. ) Fluff(?) also bad grammar???
Part 2
You stared at the 2 outfits you had rested on your bed, you couldn't pick between the slightly slutty one or the one that had more decency. You knew you were going to be slightly fucked up by the end of the night, so did you want to do it in a slutty way or sexy way? You still didn't know. You decided that you were going to play some music to get you in that partying mood. The music rang in your ears and your next door neighbor's.
Marc was laying in his bed finally being able to sleep after being up since 2 am the day before. Khonsu had been making Marc, Jake and Steven do his unforgiving bidding, all three of them were exhausted from all the trouble they had been in. Just when they thought they could get a break, they heard their neighbor's music.
"Jesús puto cristo," Jake spoke as the weak and exhausted body jolked up.
"Bloody hell. I think the universe just hates us, yeah?" Steven said as he took over the hands and rubbed their eyes.
"I don't think they know the walls are kinda thin," Marc mumbles out tryin to excuse their actions. Jake started saying that they could just go next door and warn them but Marc and steven felt way too tired to do so. And after they responded to Jake's proposal the music died down.
"See, I think they're done," Steven said as he takes over and lays back down and closes their eyes. Oh it was painful how wrong he was. They got 10 minutes of sleep before hearing the music even louder this time.
You weren't doing this on purpose, you didn't even know that you had a next door neighbor. You and the boys never crossed paths, and they were never loud so you had thought maybe you could blast music with no interruptions. Though you were about to be proved so wrong. That's when you heard a knock. You were confused, " I thought I told them I'll meet them at f/n's house," You said as you pressed paused on your phone. You smoothed your skirt/pants one last time before opening up your door.
"Hello," The man said as he waved at you. You waved back as you noticed that he was in his slightly rinkled Pjs. Steven did that same to you and lawd have mercy on him, you were so fucking fine.
His eyes rack over your frame, you had your hair pulled back, plum lips with beautiful jewelry hung around your neck, and gods your clothes looked fucking hot on you. Steven felt all the air in lungs leave and so quickly that his chest started to ache. Marc and Jake were the first time in history very quiet in a long time. There were no remarks on how they were sleepy and this to be over, they were only in awe of your form.
"I'm sorry, is there something I could help you with?' You asked as you tilted your head in question. For the first time Marc, Steven and Jake had gotten this nervous about someone. They all knew that steven had to stay in control but it felt like they were going slightly override.
"A-ah! yes the music... the music is too loud," Steven softly said. Then it finally hit you, he was trying to sleep and your music was too loud. He's your next door neighbor! Guilt started to flow through your veins, how could you keep a tired man from sleeping, reader???
"Oh! Im so sorry! I didn't know that I had a next door neighbor! I'm so sorry for keeping you awake! Yes! I'll keep the music down!" You rambled. The boys thought it was very cute. Now all three of them were wondering how they could get your number without making it sound cringey nor weird.
"Again, I'm so sorry for keeping you awake.." You paused waiting for a name. You wanted the name of your cute neighbor you had no idea about.
"Steven Grant," Steven stammered out. He started to fidget with the hem of his shirt.
"Steven Grant," You repeated, "I really like that name." Steven smiled widely and Jake remined him that he was still fucking tired. Don't get him wrong he liked 'speaking with you' but their mission was not only nerve racking but exhausting. Steven started to feel the sleepiness weigh his bones down. He'll have to settle for just speaking to you. Marc told him to tell you thank you and good night.
"Thank you... well I should head to bed, have a nice night," He promptly said before you replied with a good night back. He went back to their flat while they talked about how to get your number next time. All three of them wanted that to be very soon. Now they all started to feel a little grateful for the loud music you played. And all in that moment they remembered that they don't even know your name...
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l3xi3luv · 2 years
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dyns33 · 2 years
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 Murderdock x Reader x Steven/Mark/Jake :
 Y/N dated Matt before, but because of his activities, the Hand, his bad temper (he was never violent, but he was moody, he had secrets, he was distant, angry, mean sometimes, refusing to talk about his feelings and problems) she leaves for London where she meets Steven.
Adorable Steven, who is not like Matt at all. He tells her about Marc and Jake after their second date, but not about Khonshu.
Of course Matt comes, looking for her, apologizing, saying he doesn't want to lose the one good thing in his life, that he would leave her if she honestly tells him she doesn't love him anymore. This is bad, but Y/N still loves him, will always love him, but he hurt her too much, and she loves Steven, who is a nice man. Matt asks her with a small smile if she's sure her new lover not hiding anything from her.
The day before, Moon Knight fought with the Devil. ("Moon Knight ? Haha, I'm the Western Sun of the Hand, nice to meet you !")
Later, Steven meets Matt at the museum, offering to give him a tour, then without him knowing how they ended having a coffee together. Matt is a real charmer.
Jake doesn't trust this guy, but Jake doesn't trust anyone. Marc thinks Matt is flirting, asking all these questions. Steven therefore tells him that he has a girlfriend, and Matt replies that she is lucky to have him, because Steven is really handsome. ("How can you tell ? I mean, you're... Sorry." "Don't be sorry, darling. And trust me, I can tell.") Matt makes several subtle references to the moon, which bother Marc and Jake, but Steven wants to believe it's a coincidence.
When Matt asks for Steven's number, because he doesn't have a friend in London, he doesn't dare say no. He knows what it's like to be alone.
When he tells Y/N about it, saying he met a man who dresses in red, blind, and named Matt, she tells him he's her ex and he should beware, without telling him why. This does not please Marc and Jake at all, who feel that she is hiding something. Steven is worried. It pains them, because they all like her.
They are right, she also has some secrets, she knows how to fight, Matt taught her how to defend herself. And an army of ninjas follows her everywhere to check that she is not in danger.
If the Hand hears of Khonshu, the trio will be in trouble.
But Matt doesn't tell them about it, as he guessed who Moon Knight was. He doesn't want to hurt Y/N, and he loves her weird boyfriends who talks to himself, changing their accent and gait several times a day, and having almost as many problems and secrets as he does.
Khonshu is suspicious of Matt, he feels that he can be dangerous, that his scale is not well balanced, but at the same time he is powerful and could be useful.
Marc doesn't know what to think, Jake likes him in the end, and Steven is surprised to be loved by two people at the same time.
Y/N is just tired.
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romanarose · 1 year
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Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 30
Steven Grant x OC X Marc Spector
Story Masterlist
Pervious part : Next part
Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.
Chapter summer: Sam goes missing, the boys find her in a position they had been worried about for a long time.
WARNINGS!!!!! Warnings are gonna have a lot of spoilers so skipa head if you dont want spoilers!!! Drinking, smoking, refernces to sex, but most importantly, hhuuuuuugggeeeee warning for suicidal ideation and a suicide attempt. It like..... it's really rough, y'all. But ngl i think I kinda popped off on it this. Like. I went hard. Might be some of my best work. Anyway, mind the warnings.
How many song references can you catch? Idk why I put so many in this one.
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"Well, I woke up to the sound of silence and cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine, your head in the curtains and heart like the Fourth of July
You swore and said “we are not
We are not shining stars” this I know, I never said we are
Though I've never been through Hell like that
I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back”
~Carry on, fun.
Where’s Sam?
“I don’t know, I woke up and she was gone. Sam?” Jake called out her name, hoping he just didn’t see her
Steven took the body, standing up and going to the kitchen.
Her cigarettes aren’t on the counter
Maybe she’s smoking?
At 3 AM?
Steven ran down the stairwell, not patient enough to wait for the elevator Pick up pick up pick up Steven mumbled, calling Sam’s phone again and again. When they reached the bottom of the stairs and out the door, the area where Sam usually smoked outside the building was empty and she wasn’t answering his calls.
Call Jessica and Elena, see if they know
Elena didn’t pick up, probably passed out drunk on this warmer Friday night. Jessica answered, despite the time, but she didn’t know where she was. This only succeeded in worrying Jessica, who insisted on going out and looking for her. Steven refused, saying having Jessica wandering the streets of London would only serve to distract Steven. He promised to text when he found her. 
This is your fucking fault, Jake, fuck you
A pause, as Jake Lockley was uncharacteristically quiet, processing the words. Excuse me?
So you can manage to keep working for Khonshu, being his stupid fucking fist of vengence, but you waited until after Jordan attacked, cut, beat and molested her to kill him?
Marc, that’s not fair but no one was listening to him
I told her before, I would’ve done it if I hadn’t thought it would get you in trouble with her
And after we found out about you? You don’t do it then?
Marc, she didn’t want you guys to kill him, she made that clear
Well she doesn’t always know what’s best for herself
Jesus c h r i s t Marc she’s 25, she’s not a fucking child.
Answer me, Jake
You don’t want to do this
Fucking answer me
I tried, okay? I tried to find him and I couldn’t.
You didn’t think to ask Khonshu?
A long pause
Marc, just leave it alone
Maybe you should listen to him, Marc
Answer me!
Fine, Khonshu was pissed because I couldn’t take the body hardly at all anymore, so he refused to give me any information
Another long pause
What?
Yeah.
So, the reason Jordan hurt her…
Marc don’t do this.
Is because I refused to share the body with you?
Stop! stop feeling so bloody guilty about everything all the goddamn time! I can’t fucking take it!
It’s my fault this happened, and it’s my fault she’s gone!
Can we focus on finding her first? Then deal with this?
A voice Steven knew all too well, but hadn’t heard in nearly a year rang through.
Look up, little bug
Steven did as he was told, not questioning why Khonshu decided to appear at this time, but thankful for him, for once. When his eyeline found the rooftop, he felt the wind get knocked out of him as he saw a single leg dangling over and a body laid out on the top.
Sam
If Jake and Marc were arguing still, he couldn’t hear them through the thrumb of blood rushing through his head. There were no thoughts, just Get to the roof.
He carefully opened the door to the rooftop access, not wanting to startle her.
She was laying out on the wall, a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. She didn’t even look as he tentatively stepped towards her. There was a half empty bottle of vodka on the ground.
“Should’ve known you’d come here. Can’t get shit past you three.” Her voice was derisive as she looked up at the sky.
Steven spoke carefully, trying impossibly hard to hide the anxiety threatening to boil over and scream like a kettle of water ready for tea. “What are you doing up here, sweetheart?” He spoke as casually as if he found her in the kitchen after bed. 
“Deciding whether or not to jump.” Was her blatant answer.
Jesus Christ. Jake’s normally steady voice breathed out with a shake.
Grab her, Steven. Steven, get her away from there.
Be careful, don’t scare her
Steven took a tentative step forward. “Can you maybe step away from the ledge, darling? Maybe we can talk about this?
“Wish you would step back from the ledge my friend” Sam sang to herself. She was drunk.
“Can we… maybe we can go for a walk, take a breath?” He coaxed with a few more steps, so close to her.
She held out a hand. “Stop, or I swear to god I’ll roll over.”
Steven froze. Get. Her. Away. Marc insisted. “You don’t have to do that, can you tell me what’s-”
“Stoooooooop” she groaned out. “Stop trying to fix things, stop trying to talk about things. Sometimes shit just SUCKS, Steven.” Her words were sluring together as she took another swig of the wine.
He nodded slowly, hands up, open palmed. “Okay, right then, shit just sucks. It can suck away from the ledge, yeah? We can suck together”
Finally, Sam turned to look at him. “It’s never going to suck together, Steven. Three of you can try, but you’ll never get it. And y’all got yer own things I’ll never understand either. But you will never understand how this feels. You will never know what it feels like to have your body repeatedly violated for what feels like hours, for it to end, only for him to show up a decade later and violate you again.” She paused, face twitching back tears. “I’m going to sit up now, don’t move. I’m not jumping, but I will if you try to touch me” She warned.
Steven had to physically stop Marc from taking the body as he watched Sam sling her other leg over the edge as she faced the city. He noticed her shoulders were shaking. “I know that… that I can’t understand what you’ve been through, or what Marc and Jake have, for that matter. But I love you, I love you and I need you here with me. Nothing will happen to you again, no one will-”
“That’s what you said last time” She spoke, almost sing-songy.
Steven shut his eyes tight, wishing Marc hadn’t heard that. “I know, love, I know. Maybe that’s not a fair promise to make. And I’m sorry.” He opened them again, forcing himself too, just to make sure she was still there. “And I’m sorry, I am so sorry I wasn’t there, that I couldn’t-
“Doooooon’t” She drawled out, waving her hand. “I know you guys -oof- all feel guilty, especially Marc. Fucker feels guilty for everything, jesus christ…” She muttered off, losing her train of thought. “It’s not any of your fault. None of this.” She glanced back at Steven. “Make sure Marc knows that.” She turned back, distracted by the stars in the sky. Starlight…
“You can tell him, because you aren't going to jump” Steven shook his head as if he were willing it to happen, willing her to safety. “Just let me help-”
“You can’t help, Steven!” She raised her hands, wine flying out of the bottle she was fisting. “That’s the thing!” Sam set the bottle down and lit another cigarette, glancing at him over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow. “There is no help. You can’t just fix this.” She shook her head, looking back again.
“Maybe…” Steven took a silent step forward while her back was turned. She was wobbly, the effects of nearly an entire bottle of wine and some vodka getting to her. He didn’t like how she teetered around the edge. “Maybe there isn’t a way for me to fix you, but maybe we can be broken together?”
She shook her head. She felt like Inspector Javert in Les Mis, trailing the edge of the bridge, debating whether or not it was worth it to keep going. “You all deserve better than me, and I’m too selfish to leave… I don’t know what other options there are.” Sam glanced at the street, so far below her, and shuttered, leaning back again. Javert has his life saved by ValJean, and still decided to throw it all away rather than be wrong. Sam couldn’t help but feel his suicide a bit foolish, comparatively.
Marc took the body. “There is no better than you, Brightside. You’re all I want, you’re all I need, you’re everything…” He tried, for the sake of keeping calm, not to cry. Marc Spector didn’t cry, not hardly ever. But when he was so close to losing her…
Sam scoffed. “There is so much better than me.”
Jake saw it before any of the others, the teeter that went too far. Whether it was intentional and she was jumping, or the alcohol had taken its toll, it didn’t matter. Jake lunged for her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and another as she tried to break free and push herself off. That was intentional. “STOP!” She screamed as they collapsed backwards on the floor of the roof, Sam fighting and screaming to get out of their grasp as Marc took the body. “LET GO!” Sam was in hysterics, no longer fighting to live, but fighting to die. “IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME GO!” She shrieked at the top of her lungs, begging him to give up, let her go, let her die. But Marc never would.
Eyed pinched closed as his heart shattered for Sam, he wrapped her up the way he had done so many times before, only this time he hooked his legs around hers and grabbed her hands, his significantly stronger body keeping her in place. He didn’t like this, he didn’t like trapping her or holding her against her will, but he couldn’t let go, not when he had almost seen her push herself off the roof. She continued fighted even as she ran out of ‘let me go please, let me go’ was her unholy repetition, one that Marc will surely hear in his nightmares from then on. But as long as she was there, as long as he could hold her hand when he woke up at night the way she held his, he’d be okay.
He squeezed her hands. Left, Right, left, right, until she started to calm down. Marc felt her chest starting to heave.
“Are you going to throw up?” He asked.
“Why…” she panted, suddenly very, very, tired. “Why would I throw up?” She asked with a condescending air despite the obvious signs. 
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because that’s what you always do when you panic?” He said sardonically, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Or maybe, because of the vodka you were drinking straight?” 
“Oh fuck” She mumbled.
Marc moved quickly, getting her up on her knees and trying to keep her short hair back. Unlike previous times where he simply made a make-shift ponytail, this time he had to practically make a headband with both hands to stop her short, layered hair from falling in her face. Her body shook with violent heaves as Sam threw up her half-digested dinner. Vegan burritos that Steven made. Her favorite. She might never eat one again.
When she seemed done, Marc pulled her back, arm coming back to her waist as he rested against the generator. There they sat in a long silence, Marc’s usual position returned. His hold on her was no longer desperate and fearful, his legs no longer keeping her in place. Sam rested her head against Marc’s chest as she curled up in his arms. Marc started first. “I’m sorry” Came the apology. Sam knew he would do that eventually, about something.
She groaned. “What for.”
“For last night.” He said as if it was obvious.
Sam laughed dryly, borderline mocking. “Are you kidding me, Marc? What could you possible be sorry for, giving me an orgasm?
Marc didn’t appreciate that. “Sam, I fucked you, then you tried to kill yourself!”
Marc… Please stop, I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself
You don’t have to carry the entire world. It’s doesn’t all have to rest on you
Sam rolled her eyes with her whole head. “Oh for fucks sack, Marc, stop! Steven did most of the fucking and you know it!”
Sam’s back
“Not everything thing is about you! And I know, I know that’s hypocritical of me to say, seeing as I make everything about me, all the time” Her initial point was lost, the drunken rambling taking over. “I know I’m not the center of the universe…” She reached back to feel his face; Marc leaned into her touch. “But you keep spinning ‘round me just the same…”
Marc burr tied his face in her new haircut, the smell so distinctly her, despite the salon shampoo “You’re the center of my universe. Our universe. Sam, you are our center of gravity, our nucleus pulling us in, together…”
Sam felt tears pickling in her eyes as she settled further into him, Marc wrapping his arms tighter. “I’m tired. I just… I can’t keep doing this, Marc. I’m fucking exhausted.”
“I know, Sam, I know. But I promise, it will get better. I know it will.”
“How?”
He sighed. “I was going to kill myself, years ago. Things were… really bad. I didn’t think they could be fixed. But I was given a second chance. And I made a lot of mistakes along the way, but things did get better. I’m at a place now that I never thought I could be.”
A dry laugh. “This is better for you?”
He returned it with a small laugh. “Well, maybe not right now. I can’t stand seeing you like this. But overall, yeah. I’m much happier with you, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”
A small smile crept on her face. She turned to look at him “Even dealing with my family?”
Marc tried to brush the hair from her face, remembering now that she had bangs and that was the point. “Even if it means putting up with Jake.” He felt Sam laugh at that. “I mean it, Brightside, I won’t stop him from fronting anymore, I’ll stop being a dick, and if you love him and you want to date him too-”
How many fucking times do I gotta tell you, pendejo-
Now Sam was really laughing.
“What’s so funny?”
She was still giggling. As much as Marc was confused, he was happy to hear her laugh. She could laugh at him all she wanted as long as she was laughing.
“Marc, you know how you, me, and Steven have nicknames for each other? Steven calls me sweetheart, you call me brightside, I call Steven Sunshine and you, Starlight?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you never noticed what Jake calls me?”
Marc was still confused. “Mija and manita”
“Do yoooouuuu know what those mean?” The alcohol making her toy with him.
Marc shrugged. “I just figured they were his flirty spanish nicknames.”
Sam look up at the love of her life, beaming. “I can’t believe you don’t know Spanish”
“I know some!” He defended, planting a kiss of her forehead. “You gonna tell me what they mean?”
“My daughter and little sister, Marc. He’s like a brother to me. That’s it. Okay?”
It suddenly fucking made sense.
Do you beleive me when I say I care about her?
For once, Marc did.
Can I talk to her, mate?
“Steven wants to talk, is that okay?”
She nodded, feeling sleepy in his arms.
“Hello love” Steven took off his jacket and pulled it on her like a blanket. Despite the warmth of the alcohol, she was shivering. “Gave us quite a scare there, thought we lost you.”
“m’sorry, Sunshine. I love you. I don’t wanna leave you guys, I’m just… I’m tired”
Steven started to massage her scalp, lulling her to sleep after the dreadful evening. “I know, Sweetheart. I know.”
“I just don’t know how I’m supposed to wait years for things to get better. I’m exhausted now.”
Steven thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “Mary’s First Communion is next month, yeah?” Steven appealed to Sam’s love of her siblings.
“Yeah…”
“So maybe… maybe you don’t have to stay alive forever. Just try to make it through next month so you can see her and your family for that?” He suggested.
Sam considered this proposition. “Then what?”
“Then, well then you graduate in May! So you can just hold out another month to see all your hard work pay off.”
“Then what?”
“Then… then we’ll find the next thing, then the next thing, then the next, until it’s better. We’ll take it a little bit at a time.”
“Okay… thatsoundsgood.” The words meshed together and she was nearly asleep in his arms. “I love you, Steven with a V”
“And I love you, Just Sam.”
Jake?
Yeah?
Thank you… and… I’m sor-
You’re welcome, hermano.
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I genuinely appreciate y'all reading so, so much. 3 chapters left. I swear things are on the up and up now. It's gonna be okay. Sam is gonna be okay. Marc, Jake, and Steven are gonna be okay.
Promise.
I think I wanna do a bonus chapter from either Chris or Jessica's perspective, which would y'all prefer?
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