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moonlightgrant 3 days
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Could we get NSFW headcanons for Marc, Steven and Jake? What are their kinks/turn-offs?
*cracks knuckles* Oh boy, anon.. I have many, many thoughts..
Update: I overdid it with this one and forgot to add the turn offs..馃拃
Moon Boys and their kinks..
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18+ minors dni
a/n: These are in no particular order and are 100% consensual.. Also I know yall will probably be hoping for daddy/mommy kink but I had to leave it out since it's something I feel uncomfortable writing about.
content warning: gn!reader, penetration, oral sex, I can't list all the kinks I've used but.. cnc/free use, knife play, sub/dom, unprotected sex, somnophilia, spitting, choking, degradation, alcohol, manhandling, breeding... etc.
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Steven
praise: I think everyone already knows that baby boy loves craves validation.. He constantly needs to be told how good he's doing, how pretty he is, and always make sures to tell you the same things..
breeding/creampie: I'm not sure if Steven would be turned on by the pregancy aspect or not, but I do think he wouldn't really be able to understand or vocalize his need to claim you.. So seeing you laying there after he just got done fucking you, spread out with his cum slowly leaking out.. Not to mention the intimacy and closeness that came with it. It'd uh.. awaken something in him for sure.
sub/dom: Once again, everyone already knows that he's a sub.. He'll become an absolute whimpering mess and whisper cute little please and thank yous as you ride him and suck his cock.. But, but... Steven can be a soft dom as well. He'll look into your eyes with love as he holds you down and tells you how perfect you are, how good you're doing, how amazing you feel.. (he may even try being a little rougher at your request..)
begging: Don't know if this is really a kink for him, it just ties in with him being a sub really.. but once you get him worked up, he'll be whining and begging for you to touch him, or for him to touch you. And even though he prefers not to prolong your pleasure, he loves hearing you beg.. He's spent his life alone and feeling undesired, so hearing someone be so needy for him drives him insane.
hair pulling: This doesn't need too much elaboration.. He's touch starved and hungry for validation. Feeling you tug at his hair even outside of sex always feels like heaven.
toys: At first he'd probably shy away from this as it makes him quite flustered.. but after seeing how much you enjoy them, it'll quickly become his new favorite thing. He'd love to watch you use them while he either touches himself or holds himself back and would learn exactly how you liked to use them. He'd love using a vibrator on you while taking in the way your eyes widen and squeeze shut, how your breathing changes, your body tensing, the sound of his name on your tounge. He would also come to love you using a toy on him.. He'd be a bit embarrassed about it at first, but would eventually turn into a whiny little slut (like always).
marking: He loves giving and recieving hickeys/lovebites. I think after the fact he'd be a bit embarrassed and would apologize knowing you had to go into work the next day.. But during sex he'd be so out of his mind while horny that he'll just suck and worship any skin he can get his lips on, and would melt whenever you return the favor.
spitting: Ok so outside of sex Steven would probably be a little disgusted at the thought of this, but similar to the last one, once you get him horny, he's just a whore who'll do anything to please.. If you're on top, making his head spin, and told him to open his mouth, who was he to question that? And for him spitting in your mouth.. Just read this..
body worship: This ties in with the praise kink. It goes both ways really, he loves taking his time on your body and making you feel like the goddess/god he saw you as, kissing almost every part of your body while giving loving affiramations. And of course whenever you worshipped him, softly placing kisses to his cock or tummy, looking up at him and telling him what a pretty boy he was.. He'd melt.
cock warming: He mostly does it for the intimacy that comes with it.. He'd love being the big spoon in bed with his cock inside you, holding you close and caressing you.
oral fixation: Uhm... I'm sorry don't ask me why cause I don't have a reason, but I think Steven would get so turned on sucking your fingers.. Whether he's fucking you, you're on top, or you're simply just teasing him, he'll just embrace his sub nature and take them in, slowly sucking with half lidded eyes and moaning, trying his best to be good and silenty begging for more..
brat/brat tamer: Steven is the sassiest of the bunch and has the ability to be both of these. I don't think he particularly enjoys putting up a fuss, but he defintely has days where he's feeling a bit more mischiveous.
face sitting/fucking: I can't see him really being into face fucking.. but he loves to give oral. Everyone knows this. He loves feeling completely at your mercy as you grind against his face while he's underneath you, moans muffled and cock twitching and spilling precum as he devours you.
cum play/swapping: He'd eat you out after finishing inside or would let you kiss him with his cum still on your tounge and he'd let out a little high pitched moan while doing so. He's simply just a whore..
mutual masturbation: Don't have much of an explanation for this one.. I just think he'd enjoy sitting opposite of you as he jacks off, being mesmerized watching you touch yourself. He'll probably forget that you were even watching him, with his mouth agape, brows furrowed, muttering curses and praises underneath his breath. Looking absolutely divine.
sensory deprivation: Steven's body is extremely sensitive.. and not being able to tell what you were going to do next would only add onto that, and with that being said, it'd probably get a bit overwhelming for him at some point and would get overstimulated quick, but like I said Steven loves being at your mercy..
somnophilia: I doubt he'd have a full on somnophilia kink, but he'd sure enjoy waking up to a blowjob.. It'd be a welcomed change from his usual mornings filled with body aches and dread.
honorable mention: I don't know what kink this would be classified under, but after reading this fic of Steven getting a blowjob while forced to answer trivia questions.. I just know he'd be so into that. Imagine sucking him off while he trys to solve a rubix cube or read a book. Think about him getting head with his reading glasses on........ I'll see myself out.
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Marc
sub/dom: Most people would agree that Marc leans towards the dom side. He has range though.. He can go from simply just making love, to just downright animalistic sex..."Get on your knees and beg me to fuck you." type behavior, and as much as he enjoys being in control, I think he does have a bit of a sub side to him, but he fears that level of vulnerability. It'd take a lot of trust before he decides to try it out, only before realizing that he loves it. After having to deal with several different responsibilites, not to mention having to carry the shitload of guilt he's felt since a child. Just being able to let go for a while without having to leave the body for once would be a cathartic experience..
choking: He loves giving out hand necklaces.. Think of ep 3 where he had that guy against the wall. His signature slicked back hair a mess, sweaty and his teeth gritted, squeezing your neck as he pounds into you, forcing you to look at him.
biting/scratching: In the heat of the moment, feeling you claw at his back or bite him would drive him wild.. He can get a bit feral himself at times and would enjoy digging his nails into you, biting, sucking and leaving marks everywhere, growling.. etc.
teasing: Underneath that stoic mask he likes to wear, he has a playful and mischeivous side as well. Even though I don't think he'd be into pda very much, but would probably keep it subtle by sliding a hand up your thigh and lightly squeezing, smirking when he see's how flustered you become. At home when he has you to himself, he'd be a menace. Coming up from behind and pressing himself against you, his hands firmly gripping your hips while placing hungry kisses and bites along your neck, whispering how he's going to ruin you later..
posessiveness: I think all the boys would have this to some extent (Steven wouldn't really be able to recognize that he has it..) Even though Marc feels like he doesn't deserve you, you're still his, and he'd make it known. Whether it was by keeping his hand on the small of your back in public, or by making sure that the message was instilled in your pretty little head as he fucks you, stopping all movement when he asks who you belong to, adding more pressure to the grip on your neck while he waits for your answer.
cum marking: This could tie in with the posessiveness.. Doesnt matter where it's at. It can be your face, chest, stomach, ass, back.. He just loves looking down and seeing you a complete mess or on your knees like a whore as he spills onto you.... (Steven would probably find out he really likes this too ngl 馃憖)
manhandling: The body is strong... okay.. I'm getting worked up writing just thinking about it. This is not just exclusive to Marc, the whole system knows how turned on you get by their strength (this is purely self indulgent okay ignore me..) and would take advantage of that knowledge in their own ways. For Marc, I think he'd love picking you up and fucking you while standing or holding you against a wall.
orgasm control: I think this would play into him being a secret tease.. but he'd be nice about it. Would edge the shit out of you until you were crying and begging before he decides to give you mercy. He'll coo, "I know, okay, I know. Go ahead, baby, you deserve it.." as he finally sends you over the edge. Uh.. and for his own little sub side, he might enjoy being edged as well. At first he'd hate it and would swear to himself never to do it again.. He'll become increasingly more agitated and needy, before something in him snaps and he begins to beg for his own release. (I'm writing sub!marc for a request so I can't spoil too much..)
praise: Marc would defintely give some praise every now and again, especially if he saw that you were being overstimulated or if you were trying your hardest to please him.. or just when the side of him that desperately craves giving love and affection decides to come through. Saying things like "Good girl/boy" and "You're doing so good for me, angel.." and when you give him praise, he'd be conflicted.. It'd feel so foreign to him and he'll think you're just being nice, but it'd make him melt once he learns to accept it..
hair pulling: It goes both ways really, he loves tugging at your hair, but his favorite thing ever is when you get a little rough when pulling on his..
angry sex: I feel arguements with Marc could lead to sex occasionally.. Instead of just walking away from it and refusing to open up, he'd just clench his jaw and give you a death glare as he bluntly asks, "Are you done?" slowly approaching you and examining your body language before grabbing you and forcing you into a hungry kiss.. He'd be mad at first, but would eventually just get lost in you and apologize..
degradation: I don't think Marc would like any form of degradation to himself since it might be triggering, and for you he wouldnt like insulting you, but would enjoy calling you a little slut / whore from time to time..
striptease: Whole system would probably like this (steven would probably cum immediately though..) and its not really a kink but I could just see Marc sitting on the edge of the bed, fully clothed as he looks up into your eyes and tells you to strip for him.. Goodnight.
oral fixation: The man would love watching you suck his fingers the way you suck his cock.. He'd be on top or below you and would command you to keep eye contact as he slips them in your mouth, watching your eyes change and feeling the pace of your mouth on his fingers become more ravenous as you come undone. Or he'd rub his thumb over your bottom lip and gently coax your mouth open until it was pressed against your tounge..
voyeurism: He'll instruct you and give you praise as he watches you touch yourself, at times being very nice to you while other times making you edge yourself until he was pleased..
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*cracks knuckles again* its time..
Jake
cnc/free use: Ok remember these are my own personal hc's so you don't have to agree, but I think this would be one of Jakes favorite things.. He loves having complete control over you. Treating you like his little fuckdoll, being able to have his way with you whenever and getting you worked up for no reason..
(BUT! Don't get it twisted.. Jake is NOT a rapist.. and just like any other kink there'd be an agreed set of rules placed beforehand. He might be a bit unpredicatable at times, but if you ever made it clear to him that it wasn't happening, there'd be no questions asked.)
sub/dom: Dom... That's it.. You can go home now.
car sex: This shit is making me feral rn oh god.. If you ever decided to tease him while driving or he just decided to for whatever reason, he'll push on the breaks a little too hard when pulling over, get out and slam the car door... Before you know it you're positioned face down in the backseat, one of his hands (gloves on ofc..) holds your head down while the other either holds your hands behind your back or uses it to stimulate other areas as he plows you into the leather seats.. Possibilites are endless here, really. You can suck him off or ride him while he's in the drivers seat or in the back.. His head thrown back against the seat rest as he curses in Spanish, his hands all over you, using use as a toy. (I want him so bad.. God if you're listening I don't ask much of you...) He can fuck you in the back, bent over the hood with one of your legs lifted up.. against the car.. either holding you up or pressing you into it.. He can place a hand on your thigh while driving and slowly inch upwards until he's right where you need him the most..
spanking: Whether if it was used as a form of punishment/humiliation, a way to turn you on or claim you, or if he was simply just bored.. He'd never get tired of seeing the way your body reacts or hearing the little pathetic gasp you let out afterwards..
orgasm control/denial: Woo boy.. Alongside free use.. Another one of his favorite things would be to edge the shit out of you. No matter what he was doing: fucking you, eating you out, fingering, rubbing you against his thigh, strapping a vibrator to you.. You name it. He just loves being in control, loves seeing how broken you become while you try your hardest to obey him. Loves seeing how much you can take before your body forces you to succumb to your needs. On the other hand though, I feel he'd be willing to try most things. So if you ever wanted to edge him, he'd probably be a bit curious and take it as a challenge.. It'd be just one big adrenaline rush to him. He'd look borderline crazed, pupils dilated to hell and a shit eating grin on his face as he taunts you, saying that you'll never be able break him.
public/semi public sex: Car sex could maybe be included in this catergory.. But the first thing that comes to mind with this one is him fucking you in an alleyway.. Either holding a hand (once again, gloved) to your mouth as he pounds into you or just letting your moans echo for everyone to hear.. He'd also probably be into those sex toys with a remote that you can wear in public and lord knows he would lose mind with all that power...
breathplay/choking: He'd be the master of the hand necklace.. It could almost be classified as a talent. And uh... the gloves stay on during this.. (have you figured out my glove kink yet?) He'd be similar to Marc, but Jakes grip would be tighter and would do it even outside of sex. He'd love gripping your throat when kissing you, when coming up behind you and pressing himself against you, when pushing you up against a wall to whisper something in your ear... etc.
weapons: He'd be the type of mf to cut an expensive lingerie set off then lean back with a dumbass smirk and be like "Oops 馃槒馃き".... Anyways, if you were a 100% comfortable he'd remove that vice like grip of his and would replace it with a knife against your throat.. Gently sliding the blade with the slightest amount of pressure being applied as he asks you just how much you're willing to trust him. This is an extra add on I just thought of, but maybe breath play could be included in this as well.. With him demanding you to hold your breath as he moves the blade along your skin..
degradation: Will happily call you slut, whore, fucktoy, cumslut, etc. And will have a lot of fun telling you how you're just a hole for him to use.. and will make you repeat that back until he's satisfied.
voyeurism: There would be times he'd command you to touch yourself either during sex or just a random moment and he'd instruct you on exactly what he wanted you to do.. and there'd be other times he'd be sat manspreading on the couch just watching with a neutral expression with a drink in his hand.. looking like a smug asshole (a sexy one). He'd either randomly get up and decide to fuck your brains out or he'll just leave and make you wait for when he comes back.
face sitting/fucking: Loves doing both, but will be in control both ways.. When you sit on his face he'll dig his nails into your thighs, pulling you down onto him and holding you in place until he decides when hes finished. Absolutely ruining you to the point that you almost start to feel faint.. For the face fucking he'd force it down your throat and hold it there, giving you eye contact and looking like the devil himself, calling you sweet little pet names and talking you through it before pulling your head back and enjoying the sight of the spit that connects from his cock all the way to your mouth that's busy gasping for air.
manhandling: Examples for this one have been used all throughout this section, but he loves using his strength on you. He loves picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder to take you to bed, loves picking you up and fucking you, holding you against the wall, moving you into different positions with ease, holding you down..... lord.
spitting: I don't have have too much elaboration for this but just know he regularly enjoys commanding you to open your mouth during sex.... or when kissing. Will have a hand around your throat while doing it too...
intoxication: I know Marc is the only one to be shown drinking (i think) but it seems to be more of a coping mechanism and he wouldn't want to do it around you. Jake however, will drink while fucking you, while you suck his cock or when you ride either his cock or his thigh.. If he's taking you from behind he'll reach around and hold the bottle up to your lips, and other times will make you open up and pour some into your mouth, or just simply hand it to you to drink..
angry sex: King of angry sex... He'll fuck you until you're so cum drunk that you forget what you were even fighting about..
somnophilia: I'm not comfortable writing about full on somnophilia, but I can see him slipping a hand down your pajamas from time to time....
mirrors: He'd get a kick out of making both you and the boys watch as he destoys you... That's all I'm going to say..
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incorrectanything 3 days
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Y/N: What's a metaphor? Steven: My life's a train wreck. Y/N: I know that, Steven, but what's a metaphor?
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馃寵 鈥漼ou鈥檙e not gonna die. let me save us.鈥
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reblog to give steven grant a lil forehead kiss <3
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the attack
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summary: marc was no stranger to a rough fight. but what happens when one fight is a bit too much?
word count: 1.4k
warnings: language, descriptions of blood/wounds/death, marc has a panic attack, angstier than i wanted tbh but
a/n: this was supposed to be fluffy but it turned out so dark i'm sorry idk what happened
another a/n: i want to note that everyone's panic attacks look different, and i tried to factor in what ive seen from moon knight and my own experience with panic attacks to write marc's
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He had to get home.
He had to get home, and fast.
His hand came to rest on the bricks of a building beside him as he heaved in a breath, instantly regretting it as sharp pain sliced across his abdomen. With bleary eyes, he looked up to meet the window of a car that held Steven. 鈥淢ate, you鈥檙e not looking great鈥撯 Marc waved him off. 鈥淚鈥檓 fine, Steven. I just have to-鈥 he shoved himself off the wall with a grunt of effort. 鈥淕et home.鈥
鈥淧lease just call y/n.鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 Marc huffed, his patience and energy to argue with Steven wearing painfully thin. 鈥淚鈥檓 fine.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥 Jake snorted from a window to his right. 鈥淒oesn鈥檛 look like it.鈥
鈥淔uck off, both of you.鈥
鈥淧lease, Marc-鈥 Steven tried to placate.
鈥淚 can do this by myself.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 not sure that's a good-鈥
鈥淪teven!鈥 Marc yelled, exasperated and tired. 鈥淪top.鈥
The man鈥檚 only response was to duck his head with a solemn glare.
鈥淪pector鈥斺溌
The said man whirled on the window. 鈥淵ou too, Jake.鈥
Jake went to say more, but instead decided to put his tongue back in his mouth and prepare to take control instead.
Marc鈥檚 jaw clenched in short victory, and he moved his focus to walking. Only two more buildings. He told himself. His eyes darted every which way in a sort of frantic habit, shoulders tense in his vulnerability. Shoulders tense in the knowledge that if he were to be attacked right now, he wouldn鈥檛 make it out alive.
Deep down, he knows that Steven is right. He should call you. He鈥檚 aware that you won鈥檛 judge his strained words, won鈥檛 do anything but get to him as fast as possible. You鈥檒l leave the engine running in your beat up Honda, dash over to where he鈥檇 since crumpled onto the ground, toss his arm over your shoulder and haul him into the car and then to your shared apartment, careful to avoid his bloody limbs from touching anything. You鈥檒l patch him up and put him back on his feet, just like you always do.
But鈥 something holds him back tonight. Maybe it鈥檚 the blood from the cut that seems to be too deep, something that the suit should have protected him from. Maybe it鈥檚 Khonsu鈥檚 lying words that 鈥榠t鈥檒l be a quick one tonight, worm.鈥 Maybe it鈥檚 the fact that he let the man鈥檚 words get to him, let them crawl under his skin and make a permanent home in his brain.聽
Marc Ssspector.
He shook his head, trying to stop the memories before they started.
I heard about your childhood. Tragic, really.
He was nearly there now, maybe a building or two away.
Your brother鈥檚 death must鈥檝e cut you deep, knowing that it was your fault.聽
He swallowed down his panic.
And then what? Your brother dead, your mother abusive, your father nothing but a shell of a man.
His hands started to shake. Not good, not good, he told himself, he cannot be having a panic attack right now.
No wonder Khonsu wanted you. How easy it must鈥檝e been to take a trainwreck like you in, to make you do all of his dirty work.聽
Marc鈥檚 breaths became labored as he tried to shove down his pain, both wound and the sharp ended words.
But did Khonsu ever really want you at all?
Marc鈥檚 eyes fell to his feet in frustration and in shame.聽
Did Layla ever really want you at all?
All he had to do was move his right foot up and forward. Why was it so hard?
Did y/n ever want you at all?
His vision swam with tears as he let them fall down his face, angry and sad and panicked.聽
Does anyone ever really want you at all?
He fell to his knees, letting out a yelp of pain.
It was at this moment he realized he might be dying.
He鈥檇 done it twice, and he could do it again. It seemed probable. At the moment, being free of his mind and his pain was sounding increasingly appealing. No more guilt, no more trauma, no more Khonsu, no more people taking his heart and shattering it on the floor.聽
But as he feels his head go light and his vision rim with white, the only thing he can think of is you. You and your bright smile and perfect eyes and the way you got him, the way you were always there for him and his alters. Steven and Jake too met the front of his mind as he thanked whatever was out there that brought him such amazing people to surround himself with.聽
鈥 锟斤拷锟 鈥
When Marc came to, he wasn鈥檛 in that boat he鈥檇 been on with Steven nor was he met with the dirty ground of the street outside his apartment building. No, he was in a bed, his bed. Which meant he was home, in his house. Which meant鈥
You came strolling in then, and he drank up the sight of you like a man who鈥檇 been starved of water. You were wearing one of your typical comfy Saturday outfits, when you鈥檇 sit on the couch and write or doodle while he watched some sport lazily, your head on his shoulder and his heart in your hands. Your eyes met his, and they all but softened as he watched you recognize that it was him. You were by his side in a second, holding him down by his shoulders as he tried to sit up. 鈥淒on鈥檛 do that, Marc, you鈥檙e still healing.鈥
The events hit him like a truck. Being hurt, the man, Steven telling him to call you, the attack, blacking out.
鈥淗ow am I alive right now?鈥 Was the only thing he could get out of his mouth as you sighed. 鈥淔rom what I know, Jake took over and called me. I managed to get you to the hospital because I didn鈥檛 think I鈥檇 be able to patch you up,鈥 you sucked in a breath harshly, and Marc鈥檚 hand met yours with a squeeze of support, of sorry. 鈥淚 was so scared, Marc. There was so much blood and even Jake was barely managing to get his words out鈥撯
鈥淗ey,鈥 He winced, but still moved his hand to cup your jaw and grab your gaze. 鈥淚鈥檓 here now. I鈥檓 not going anywhere.鈥
You snorted. 鈥淪houlda thought about that before you tried to walk home while bleeding out of your fucking abdomen.鈥
鈥淚 thought I could get home.鈥
鈥淵eah, good going on鈥斺 you stopped abruptly, taking a deep breath and recentering your mindset. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, Marc. I鈥檝e just been worried about you and everything that happened, and I couldn鈥檛 do anything about your wound and sitting in that waiting room鈥 which felt like an asylum with how white it was鈥 for what felt like years for the doctors to help you was the most anxiety inducing thing I鈥檝e ever experienced. But it鈥檚 okay, you鈥檙e fine, I鈥檓 fine, everything is gonna be fine.鈥
Marc鈥檚 thumb brushed tenderly across your cheekbone to catch fallen tears, brows knit in worry. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e right, I鈥檓 here.鈥
鈥淧lease,鈥 your voice was a whisper as you lent into his hand. 鈥淧lease never do that to me again.鈥
鈥淚 won鈥檛.鈥
鈥淧lease, I know it's hard to ask for help. I know real well from experience that it鈥檚 hard. But it鈥檚 worth it. It鈥檚 worth it not to watch you attached to whatever the fuck they put you on in the hospital, not to collapse onto the ground a block away in excruciating pain. Right?鈥
鈥淩ight.鈥 Marc nodded.
鈥淚 love you.鈥 You said those words as if you could lift any of his worries and insecurities and carry them into the sky above.
鈥淚 love you too.鈥 His hand slid to cup the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his smiling lips.
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Hey!! Are you still taking requests? If you are, could i request the moonboys in a relationship with a hijabi? I dont see any representation with them and i kills me 馃槶 also, i am absolutely obsessed with your artwork, you are truely so talented <33
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Jake is treated roughly.
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"饾槬饾槹 饾樅饾槹饾樁 饾樃饾槩饾槸饾樀 饾槬饾槮饾槩饾樀饾槱...饾槹饾槼 饾槬饾槹 饾樅饾槹饾樁 饾樃饾槩饾槸饾樀 饾槶饾槳饾槯饾槮?" "饾櫈 饾櫃饾櫎饾櫍'饾櫓 饾櫊饾櫍饾櫎饾櫖."
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asherloki 1 day
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Incorrect promts.
Y/n: Can I be frank with you guys?
Steven : Sure, but I don鈥檛 see how changing your name is gonna help.
Marc: Can I still be Marc?
Jake: Shh, let Frank speak.
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eyelessfaces 4 hours
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drenched flowers
marc spector x reader
summary: you and marc had a serious fight and have been avoiding each other since. the tension is hard to handle for everyone, and your only wish is to make things right again between you and marc, only he strictly refuses to front...
warnings: angst, allusions to fighting obviously, i think that's it but please tell me if you can think of anything else while reading?
tags: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, it ends well I promise, fluff, marc being his grumpy and angsty and emo self, steven and jake are here too for emotional support
word count: 2.2k
reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!!
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Jake had yelled at him to confront you so the situation could get better; Steven had begged him to apologize because he saw how affected you were, but all Marc could do for now was to frown in disgruntlement and put a towel over the mirror to prevent himself from smashing it.
Not seeing them anymore didn鈥檛 change much as the two men still kept on ranting, but somehow it gave Marc the impression of having more control over the situation.
At least that was what he thought.
The resonating sound of the front door closing quickly left him to let Steven be in charge of the body for your return, to avoid heavy gazes and deafening silences in the flat.
It had been like this for a little more than a week.聽
This freezing, uncomfortable atmosphere everytime Marc fronted 鈥 which he rarely did lately for those reasons 鈥, with the both of you avoiding your presences and throwing snarky remarks at each other every time you really had to talk. You couldn鈥檛 say this was enjoyable, In fact this was a pain for everyone, including Steven and Jake, and you knew that this whole situation caused them to fight too.
Steven exited the bathroom, sighing loudly now that Marc gave up on fronting.聽
He and Jake had found common ground in trying to convince Marc to apologize, but Marc was stubborn and headstrong so this was a lost cause.
Steven looked up and smiled at you when he noticed you were there.
鈥淗ey love鈥 he huffed out with a smile, walking to you to help with the bags of groceries. 鈥淗ow was your day?鈥 he asked as he walked to the kitchen, putting the bags on the island. You followed him and offered him a sigh before answering his question.
鈥淩eally meh. Could have been better鈥 you said while unloading the bags and putting away their content. 鈥淧eople at work were rude and people at the store were standing right in front of what I wanted to pick. Each time鈥
He chuckled in response and turned to stand in front of you.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry to hear that. I鈥檒l take care of the bags, go take care of yourself鈥 he smiled before kissing your forehead.
鈥淭hank you Steven. And you, did you have a good day? What had you sighing when I arrived?鈥 you asked, smoothing the collar of his shirt.
鈥淥h, that? Had a little chat with the gentlemen. Didn鈥檛 go so well鈥 he declared as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.聽
You nodded, pressing your lips together skeptically, noting that he wasn鈥檛 the only one having trouble talking to Marc. You closed your eyes and hugged Steven tight.
The only good thing about your fight with Marc was that the affection you didn鈥檛 give to Marc, you gave to Steven and Jake.聽
Sadly.
Steven whistled softly as he beelined to the bedroom area with two hot chocolates in hands. You telling him you had a bad day always resulted in this and cuddles, and usually never failed to make you feel better.
But Steven understood the situation was worse than that when he noticed you were curled up on your side, wiping away warm tears running down your face.
鈥淪teven.鈥 Jake called out. Steven caught his alter鈥檚 glare in the full length mirror, an empathetic expression on his reflection. 鈥淟et me take care of that鈥
Steven surrendered the body to Jake without a word nor a question, and Jake walked around the bed to put down the cups on the bedside table before snuggling up behind you.聽
He pressed his chest against your back and snaked his arms around your waist before brushing away the hair sticking to your face because of the tears, and nuzzled the back of your neck.
鈥淛ake鈥 you breathed out in a barely audible sound.
The tight grip around you made you notice the change.
Jake shifted and left a kiss on your damp cheek. 鈥淚鈥檓 here, amor鈥 he whispered. 鈥淚 got you.鈥
You sighed and interlaced your fingers with his.
You both stayed here in silence, Jake softly caressing your stomach and kissing your shoulder from time to time while you tried to calm down and stop crying. The silence was somehow comforting and cathartic, even though you would rather have Jake have a normal evening rather than having to bear with you and your feelings.
鈥淚 miss him.鈥 you muttered under your breath after a while. 鈥淚 miss Marc鈥澛
Jake hesitated before talking, not sure of what he should say to try to make you feel better.
鈥淚 know, I鈥檓 sorry honey鈥 he said as he blinked tiredly, hearing Marc sigh softly. 鈥淗e won鈥檛 tell us anything but I鈥檓 pretty sure he misses you too.鈥 he declared sternly as he caught Marc鈥檚 remorseful and shameful face in the reflection of the fish tank. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure he does.鈥 he said as his brows furrowed at Marc and his hold tightened around you.
Marc鈥檚 shoulders slouched under the weight of guilt and the man couldn鈥檛 feel anything except utter frustration.
When you woke up the next morning they were gone. The spot next to you in the bed was cold as if a ghost was laying there and the flat was dead silent.聽
The only sound present was the rain pouring in the streets of London, raindrops quickly running down the windows considering how violent the precipitation was.
You sat up straight, pushing the covers away from your body.
This wasn鈥檛 normal.聽
Steven wasn鈥檛 supposed to be at the museum today, Jake wasn鈥檛 supposed to drive around today, and both of them would have told you if Marc was supposed to go on a mission for Khonshu.
The freezing temperature and that feeling of worry lodged deep inside of you made you shiver, urging you to put on one of Marc鈥檚 hoodies; the only proximity you could get from him from these past days.
You wandered around the flat, looking for any sign that they were here, but there were none.
You tried to be rational, you tried not panicking, so you ran to take your phone and call them.
He stepped into the flat, soaked from the rain. The previously slicked back curls were now falling in front of his face, thick drops of water falling on the old wooden floor.
He sighed as he watched the drenched flowers in his hand, petals falling down in a depressing way as they had been hammered by the rain.
Even buying you flowers he couldn鈥檛 do right, he thought.
Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the creak of the front door. You urged yourself to the entry, and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your boyfriend back home.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e here鈥 Aw Jake鈥 you cooed 鈥 almost out of breath from nearly freaking out 鈥 at the sight of the bouquet of flowers.
The man in front of you cleared his throat and pinched his lips in a signature awkward smile and you knew.
鈥淥h鈥
Marc adjusted his position of his feet and held out the bouquet to you.
鈥淚, uh鈥撯 he paused and sighed. 鈥淵ou know I鈥檓 better with actions than with words, but I still need to tell you that I鈥檓 sorry.鈥 he affirmed weakly, voice barely audible.聽
You walked up to him and took the flowers.
They looked beaten up, tired, but still beautiful.
鈥淚t started raining as soon as I left the flower shop, sorry鈥 For that and for everything else.鈥 Marc muttered under his breath.
You looked up at him and observed his pained expression.
Marc looked just like the flowers. Beaten up, tired, but still beautiful.
鈥...Marc鈥 you huffed out, shaking your head.
鈥淚鈥檓 really sorry. I mean it. I鈥檓 an asshole鈥 he said nodding.聽
He was angry at himself, and he was sad, but he was first of all sorry.
He was sorry because he didn鈥檛 mean those words to slip out, sorry because he thought he couldn鈥檛 be the boyfriend you deserved to have, sorry because all of this should have never happened.
鈥淭hey鈥檙e alright鈥 you smiled, looking back at the flowers. 鈥淚 think I like them more that way.鈥
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to鈥撯
鈥淚 mean it.鈥 you cut him off, still staring at the flowers. There was something poetic about them being crushed by the rain.
鈥淚 hate pretending not to care about you.鈥 he let out abruptly. You looked back at him, and raised your eyebrows. 鈥淚 can鈥檛 stand it.鈥 he declared, the inner corner of his brows angled up, attesting of his vulnerability.
You sighed as a shiver ran up your spine and tears started to threaten your eyes.聽
鈥淢arc鈥撯 you started.聽
鈥淵ou know I love you, right?鈥 he cut you off, chasing your gaze.
You let out a shudder, quickly looking away from him because you knew you would start crying if you kept on looking at his face.
You looked at the rain-painted thin windows and nodded.
鈥淚 know鈥
Your voice resonated through the apartment, as if it was an abandoned building.聽
The wood floors creaked under Marc鈥檚 feet as he took a step towards you, and you let the bouquet of flowers fall to the floor, a barely audible sound compared to the sigh of relief you let out when you crashed into Marc鈥檚 arms.
鈥淔ucking hell, you鈥檙e a pain in the ass, Marc Spector鈥 you groaned against his chest, and he let out a sigh of relief and chuckle.
鈥淚 know, I鈥檓 sorry鈥 he replied almost too seriously, wrapping his arms around you too. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry鈥 he repeated, and you dug your nails into his damp jacket, holding him tighter.聽
You stayed like this for a while, a few tears unwillingly running down your cheeks, just appreciating each other's presence and the relaxing feeling of being able to be in the same room without fighting.聽
Being able to hold him close and to finally get that proximity you had been missing and craving felt reviving.
鈥淏aby get off me, you鈥檙e gonna catch a cold鈥 he advised.
鈥淒amn, not even two minutes since we made peace and you already don鈥檛 want me anymore鈥 you joked, quickly pecking his lips before reluctantly pulling away from his drenched clothes.
He chuckled as he took off his jacket and put it over the radiator, watching as you picked up the bouquet of flowers from the floor.
鈥淭hose flowers were expensive鈥 he grumbled, pushing away the curls falling over his forehead.
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. I don鈥檛 need flowers to forgive you, Marc鈥 you declared as you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and put the flowers in it. You didn鈥檛 need those flowers to forgive him, but your heart still ached positively at the action. He was worried about their depressing state, but you couldn鈥檛 care less; they were flowers and no matter how they looked they remained flowers: beautiful and significant.
A small smile formed on his face, and he quickly kicked his shoes off to go and change into dry clothes.
You came back to him, slouching down on the bed as he thoroughly searched through the drawers of clothes.
He let out a grunt of frustration. 鈥淲here鈥檚 my鈥撯
鈥淗ey鈥 you called.聽
鈥溾揌oodie鈥 he continued as he turned to you, rolling his eyes when he realized you were wearing it. He crashed next to you on the bed and you laughed. 鈥淭hief鈥 he mumbled under his breath, laying his head over your stomach.
鈥淒on鈥檛 be dramatic鈥 you teased him as you covered your hand with the sleeve of his hoodie, ruffling his wet hair with it. 鈥淲ant it back?鈥
鈥淣o that鈥檚 okay, my shirt鈥檚 not actually that wet鈥 he said as he looked up at you. 鈥淎nd you somehow happen to look good with it, so鈥︹
鈥溾楽omehow happen?鈥 asshole鈥 you laughed as you sat up to tickle his ribs, causing him to wriggle and writhe under your touch.
鈥淪to鈥 Stop this!鈥 he laughed, out of breath. You giggled and freed him of your tickles, laying back down on the bed. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 want me to piss my pants on this bed鈥 he affirmed.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want you to piss your pants period.鈥 you chuckled, and he shifted to plant his elbow right next to your face. He stared at you for a second, observing your face carefully.
鈥淚 love you鈥 he whispered, stroking your cheek with the back of his other hand.
鈥淢arc you can鈥檛 tell me you love me right after we talk about piss鈥 you frowned, and he smiled softly.
鈥淥h yeah can鈥檛 I?鈥 he asked teasingly, cocking an eyebrow.
鈥淟et鈥檚 just say it鈥檚 not the most romantic thing.鈥澛
鈥淛ake says anything can be romantic,鈥 he shrugged.
鈥淛ake is fucking delusional鈥 you huffed out with a laugh.
鈥淪teven agrees鈥
You bowed your head. 鈥淭hank you for being a reasonable man Steven.鈥 you laughed, mirroring Marc鈥檚 action and planting your elbow into the mattress and holding your face with your hand too. 鈥淭hat being said, I love you too.鈥 you grinned. 鈥淚 missed you鈥 you continued, brushing back the humid curls at the side of his face.
鈥淚 missed you too鈥 he muttered. 鈥淚 regret what I鈥檝e said and done.鈥
鈥淚 do too. We鈥檒l be okay.鈥 you promised, pushing him to lay against his chest. He caged you with his arms, burying his face into your hair.
鈥淚 think we鈥檒l be.鈥 he whispered, closing his eyes. 鈥淚鈥檓 sure we鈥檒l be.鈥
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