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Misunderstanding

Marc Spector x fem!reader

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

Warnings: PIV sex, wall sex, oral f!recieving, manhandling, rough needy smut but loving and passionate, anxiety attack, Marc's self loathing but reader adores him. Calling Marc all kinda of cute nick names.

Immersability: Reader is fem, afab. Reader can be largly supported against the wall by Marc's strong arms <3

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Chaos made Marc anxious.

So, that’s why you decided to do spring cleaning while he and the boys were at work, hoping to get most of it done before the boys returned from work. What threw all your plans out of whack was a chance spotting on facebook marketplace. The prettiest furniture you’ve ever seen in your life was for fucking free. The owners were cleaning out the house from their mom who just passed, and just wanted the furniture to go to someone who’d love it like their mom did. And boy did you love it. The style was French Louis XVI. Fucking beautiful. So, you were making room.

A lot was going to be given away with permission from your boys, and you’d be doing a lot of reorganizing of Steven’s books. A lot of trash, oh my god so much trash. Marc sure did love take out, even if it drove Jakey crazy. Then your old furniture was hauled out into the street for the garbage on tuesday, or some desperate soul. You hadn’t quite gotten to organizing Steven’s books and papers, but the trash was picked up, floors swept and mopped, and the old furniture was out. You needed to pick up your dream furniture, so you hopped into your car.

Steven was elated he got to go home early. It was only an hour, but that’s an hour more with you!!! You loved extra time with you!! There was a spring in his step, happily humming along to some song on Jake’s playlist on their phone.

Until he saw it.

‘Aye, ¿que es?’ Jak asked, interrupting Steven’s happy thoughts.

Marc. ‘Is that… our furniture?’

“Oh my god…” Steven murmurs, slowing his steps. All their things were on the street.

‘She’s leaving us.’

“Oh, will you calm the hell down.” But Steven was a little nervous. He walks up the apartment stairs, ready to find you and get it all sorted out but… you weren’t there. The place looked so bare, so empty… The pictures on the walls were taken down, all the memories together, clothes were half-sorted in the bedroom and sheets off the bed…

You were gone. You didn’t want them anymore.

Marc took the body, pulling out his phone and calling you multiple times, but you went straight to voicemail.

“She’s done with us” Marc groans, backing against the wall. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

‘Mate, you need to calm down’ Steven tried to assure Marc, but he was nervous too.

Marc slid down the wall, beginning to panic. “Not this again…”

Jake and Steven attempted to tell him there’s another reason, logically.

‘She wouldn't just us… leave us’ Jake insisted. ‘She’s not like that. She’d tell us if there was an issue.’

None of this helped calm Marc, and he mentally checked out, sitting against the wall on the floor staring out the window.

That’s how you found Marc, dissociating and mentally checked out when you got home.

“Marcy Marc? Baby? Are you okay?” You toss your keys onto the counter and approach him, but stop when he suddenly jerks towards you like a scared animal.

Marc looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he scrambles to stand up. “Holy shit, you’re here…” He mutters, dashing over to you. “Baby, whatever it is, I swear to god I’ll fix it-” Marc hugs you so tightly it knocks the breath out of you with the force of him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Normally, you loved his bear hugs, they made you feel safe and oh-so loved, but right now his actions warned you he was upset. You always knew when your man was in distress, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”

You hug him right back. “Marc, honey, what’s going on? You didn’t do anything wrong.” That you know of, but honestly you couldn’t foresee Marc, Jake or Steven doing anything bad enough for you to be upset about. Only thing would be… Gently, so he knows you aren’t rejecting his affection, you nudge him away so you can look in his eyes. However, you keep hold on his arms. Marc’s love language was physical touch, so you always showed your love to him this way.

“Baby…” You look into his eyes, keeping your tone and facial expressions soft. “Have you heard from Khonshu lately?”

Confusion spreads on Marc’s face, his already large eyes widening. “No! Nonononono is that what this is about? You thought I was with Khonshu again?”

You were confused too. “I didn’t think anything was happening until I came home and you were against the wall. Marc, sweetheart.” You search his face for answers. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? I’m confused.”

He sputters a bit, trying to find the words. “Y-you’re leaving! You’re leaving us…”

You blink at him. “Huh? I’m not leaving you, god Marc, whatever got you this worked up? Sweetie, I’ve never been happier than with you three…”

“The furniture is on the street… Things are packed up… And, and and- the pictures! The pictures, they’re are taken down, our whole life together is off the walls-”

Ah. “Marc…” You realize what happened now. “Oh sweetheart, sweetie pie… I’m not leaving you. I’m doing spring cleaning. Remember, last week we went over what I could give away?”

The recognition slowly starts to spread across his face. “But… the pictures…”

“I took them down to wash the walls.”

“Oh… and the furniture?” It was beginning to click for him. This was all a misunderstanding.

You smile softly. “I found the coolest furniture. Steven will love it.”

He blinked. And again. “So… you don’t hate me?”

Your heart nearly broke at his words. “Oh Marc, no!” You gather him up in your arms again. “My sweet, sweet man I could never!”

You see his lip quiver a bit, but instead of crying Marc crashes his mouth into yours, large hands groping at your body with a fevur, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were still here, still wanted him.

And he needed you.

“C’mere-” He grunted, gripping your asscheeks and pulling you towards him as he kisses you, mouth claiming yours in desperation.

Instantly you were filled with desire; Marc tended to do that to you. He was so handsome, so kind, so gentle you couldn’t help giving your all to him right away. Marc backed you up against the wall, the hand behind your head preventing you from smacking it against the plaster. He always looked out for you like that. You could feel his hardness as his wide hips ground into you, his plump pressed stomach against yours. You love how he’s softened, still so strong, but the safety of your home and the very idea that he wasn’t on the run and living in storage units… His body felt as safe as his mind did.

Marc’s mouth consumed you, licking into your mouth as his knee rid up between your legs. In loose, thin basketball shorts you felt his thick, manly thighs and sigh and pleasure.

“Marc…” You moan for him, unable to control the sounds of pleasure from escaping your mouth as you work yourself on his body. Hitching a leg up against his side, you cling to Marc for stability as he uses his grip on your ass for leverage, dragging you up and down on him. Marc’s kisses are insatiable, you feel as if he is attempting to breathe you in with heavy pants, kissing your lips and neck. Your face is wet from the open-mouth kisses.

Suddenly, and without warning, just as you are approaching the precipice humping his thigh, Marc pulls away and for a moment you think he got in his own head again, but then you are turned, face pressed against the wall but not painfully. Marc pulls your hips out, bends down to pull down your shorts and fucking picks you up by your pressed together legs to pull the shorts away. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he then kicks apart your ankles forcing your legs open. You aren’t even sure when Marc undid his pants, but before you know it, he is thrusting into your pliant and waiting body.

“M-Marc…” You repeat, his name the only thing on your mind is his name and his cock. Okay and maybe his hand wrapping around your front and snaking up your body. He plays with your grunts, grunting with his breaths hot against your ear and in time to the slamming thrusts of his hips. You brace against the wall, pushing your ass out more to take more of his length inside you.

“Thought I lost you…” He mutters, face tucked into your neck.

“Never, never Ma- AH!” You cry out when he squeezes a tit hard, pressing bruises through your shirt. “You-mmmph-you’re stuck with me.”

He pounds your core, rough thrusts mixed with soft kisses. You tilt your head back, desperate for his mouth, his love, his affection yours. He obliges, always knowing what you need and meeting your mouth to sloppily make out with you like horny teenagers. It was needy, it was desperate, it was Marc’s complete and utter relief that he was not going to be left shattered. He filled you over and over and again, the fat tip of his cock pressing up against that beautiful spot inside you. When you came, it was hard, pulsing on his cock again and again and again. Marc wrapped his arm under your middle as your legs began to feel like jell-o.

“Mine.” He growls, spilling his cum inside you. “Fucking mine. Don’t every fucking scare me like that again.”

You want to tell him you didn’t that he jumped to his own conclusions but you were barely standing when he twirled you around again. Dropping to his knees, Marc looked up at you, large and wet brown eyes gazing at you in adoration. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful…

“I won’t…” You whisper down to his hopeful face. “I promise. I love you so much.”

With a relieved look on his face, Marc smiles at you and god is it nice to see him smile. “I love you too, baby.” With that, he hitches a leg over his shoulder and dives into your pussy. Between his cum and yours, it’s a mess down there and that’s further evidenced by the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his mouth as he sluuuurped up the evidence of your time together. Marc was eager, eating his own cum out of you while keeping your supported against the wall. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall. His tongue swirled against your clit, making you buck against him so one hand pinned your hips to the wall. He ate like this was his last meal, like his salvation came from your pleasure.

When he sucked on the sensitive nub, you cry out his name and dig your fingers into Marc’s dark curls, keeping him close to you. As if he’d ever leave. You were close again, the whirling swirling feeling deep inside you continuing to build like a twister into a tornado as you chant Marc, Marc, Marc like the repetition of a Rosary. His tongue flicked inside you, one hand keeping you upright against the wall and the other playing with your clit, making you come apart directly into his mouth.

You pull on his hair so hard you worry you’re hurting him but the way Marc shoves his face into you even harder spurs you on. You can hear and feel him moaning into you as he laps up your release, a soft mmmmmm reverbating against your pussy and prolonging it as you ride his face. Your left leg is so tired, so sore, starting to wobble and Marc notices as he finally pulls away. Marc helps you slide down the wall, landing you safely on your bottom.

On his hands and knees, Marc Spector crawls to you, kissing your lips tenderly but you can see his own exhaustion too. Cupping his face in both your hands, you kiss Marc as you lay him down on your naked lap. You’re surprised with how quickly Marc’s full lashes flutter closed, his head resting between the crux of your thigh and stomach.

You play with his hair. He seems so tired, today must’ve taken it out of him. After a whole day of work, coming home to thinking you were gone. You know how anxiety can physically drain you.

“That really scared you, huh?” You say, petting him like a cat. You swear you can hear him pur.

Marc talks soft, sleepy, eyes never opening. “Yeah. Thought I lost you… I can’t do that.”

“I’ll never leave you, sweetie. And I’d certainly never leave like that… But I know how anxiety can be.”

His voice was groggy with sleep, quiet and muttered. “Yeah, it fuck’n sucks.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “It does, baby, it does. But I’m here, and I ain’t going nowhere. Can’t get rid of me if you tried, Spector.”

He hums constantly, and in another moment, Marc is snoring softly. He’s so cute.

Then, he’s snoring loudly.

Why didn’t Steven and Jake snore? Made no fucking sense.

Sighing, you settle back against the wall and maneuver enough to grab your shorts without waking your sleeping, tuckered out little boyfriend. You pull out your phone, take a few cute pictures (some with flowery or silly snapchat filters) then go play Candy Crush. He needed to rest.

Mostly, because he had a long day and was so so adorable when he was sleeping even if he was loud as all goddamn hell.

But also, you still had several pieces of furniture sitting in your car and there was no way you were going to move all of them yourself.

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pimosworld · 1 year

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Blueberry Pancakes

Moon knight system x f!reader

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

CW-NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Depictions of DID, Smut, mentions of sex, Unprotected piv,fingering,rough sex,slight dom Jake, piv cream pie,cum,light angst, fluff.

Please let me know in the comments if I missed any warnings.

WC-3k

Not beta-read

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You slowly blink open your eyes taking in the soft morning light of the flat you share with your boyfriend-boyfriends. You’ve been spoiled by Marc and Steven for a year now and you couldn’t be happier. The sweet smell of blueberry pancakes wafts amongst the flat and you can’t help the bittersweet feeling that consumes you.

Jake makes you blueberry pancakes.

Despite doing all the things a loving, caring boyfriend does- he refuses to front. A simple hi and bye is the most you’ve gotten out of him. It shouldn’t bother you really, you have two wonderful men that kiss the ground you walk on. You can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t think he deserves to be a part of this the way Marc and Steven are.

You're pulled from your thoughts as the door to the bathroom opens and you're graced with the sight of Marc stalking towards you only wrapped in a towel. His broad shoulders and chest are still dripping with water from the shower. He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You smile up at him feeling slightly guilty. You secretly hope one of these mornings it’s Jake emerging from the bathroom still glistening from the shower, he climbs into bed and fucks you like his life depends on it and you both enjoy those sweet blueberry pancakes together.

“Prince Charming made you pancakes again.” He says sarcastically as he makes his way to the closet to get dressed.

It seems to be a sore subject for Marc as you think back to the first time he made them. Marc excused himself from the table as you moaned into every bite. You didn’t miss the way he glared into his reflection in the toaster while he stood in the kitchen waiting for you to finish.

“You know I love you and you make the best omelet.” You say as you make your way out of bed and wrap him in a tight hug from behind.

“Yes but you don’t sound like we’re fucking when you eat my omelet.”

You nip at his back and smack his ass on your way out of the bedroom. As much as he calls you a brat he definitely has his moments.

You make your way to the kitchen to enjoy your breakfast before you have to head to work. As you sit down to take your first bite you feel Marc’s eyes on you. You look up from your plate and see him with arms crossed and a smirk on his gorgeous face. You cock your head to the side and take a slow bite stifling a moan, because now is not the time.

“Are you going to watch me eat the whole thing?” You say playfully as you watch him make his way to the coffee maker that Jake got ready for Marc-because you prefer tea.

He doesn’t respond right away so you think this is as good a time as any to bring up what’s been bothering you.

“Why won’t he spend time with me?”

Marc groans and rubs a hand over his face. “I’ve already told you, please just leave it alone.”

“Is he listening now?”

“No sweetheart.” Yes cariño

“Well if you could tell him, I really really love pancakes.”

“Sure thing.” Marc says with slight annoyance.

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You turn the key to enter your flat and as you open the door you're greeted with the sight of your boyfriend on the couch pecking at you over the bridge of his reading glasses.

“Hey love.” Steven smiles sweetly at you as he sets his book on the coffee table. “How was your day?” He always directed his full attention at you, as if you were the moon and the stars.

“It was fine.” You say rather unconvincing.

“Oh just fine,that won’t do.” He pats the seat next to him on the couch. “Come have a seat, let's talk.”

You make your way over to the couch and sit down and he grabs your legs placing them in his lap as you lean your back on the opposite arm rest. He takes your heels off one by one and begins rubbing your aching feet.

“I know you had pancakes this morning so the day started off better than fine.” He says jokingly with a smirk on his face.

“Well…that’s just it.” You say slightly embarrassed about what you're about to ask the sweet man rubbing your feet as he does most nights after a long day at work. “Could you help me with something?”

“Depends on what it is but anything for you love.”

“Could you…help me spend some time with Jake?” You say almost at a whisper.

He ceases rubbing your feet and looks at you with those deep brown pleading eyes. “You know how he is…but if it’s important to you I’ll try.”

You sit up enthusiastically and curl into Stevens' side wrapping your arms around his waist in a gripping hug.

“Okay, what does he like to eat?Does he have any favorite hobbies?What kind of shows does he watch? What’s his favorite color?…you realize your rambling like Steven does when he’s giving a tour at the museum, not even giving the poor man a chance to answer.

“Slow down love, one thing at a time.” He furrows his brow deep in thought. “Oh bollocks, I’m afraid I’m no help. I don’t know what he likes to eat, I’m pretty sure his favorite hobby is murder, he barely watches television and…well.” He chuckles to himself.

“What’s so funny.” You say slightly defeated

“Oh it’s nothing, it's just that I’m pretty sure his favorite color is red since he’s practically always covered in it.”

Steven looks at his reflection in the t.v. and suddenly drops his smile. “Right…well that’s about all I can help you with sorry love.” He stammers out quickly.

“Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” He says as he hangs his head. Your sweet Steven has no idea how helpful he truly is.

You slide your hand to his cheek and tilt his head down at you placing a soft kiss on his lips. You sit up to straddle his lap and you can feel him getting hard for you already. As you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to whisper in his ear, you can tell his breath is ragged.

“I’d like to show you how helpful you are, if you’ll let me?” You bite down on his earlobe and hear his breath catch in his throat.

“I’d like that very much love.”

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It’s Friday night, it’s been three days since Steven helped you-and you helped Steven. You’ve been planning and hoping that what you have in store will draw Jake out of hiding. If not you’ll just have to live with his silent affections.

Steven is relaxing on the couch as you stand in front of your full length mirror putting on the final touches to your look. It didn’t take much convincing to have him spend the night with you if things don’t go according to plan.

You got your hair done that morning, something you rarely treat yourself too. As you stare at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but feel slightly turned on- this has to work.

You adjust the straps on your silk red dress and smooth your hands down the front. You slide in your strappy red heels that you hope you won’t have to walk very far tonight. You lean into the mirror to apply your crimson red lipstick to match the red you applied to your nails earlier that day.

As you grab your purse and make your way towards the door you can feel Stevens' eyes on you. You don’t dare glance over at him suddenly feeling like a predator's prey.

“Bye love, I’m going out with some friends, don't wait up for me.”

You reach for the door but an unfamiliar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Bebita I don’t think your boyfriends would be too happy about this.” You turn around to see Jake with his eyes narrowed as if he’s studying your movements.

“My boyfriends don’t care if I go out.” Your voice cracks a little and you're suddenly aware of how dry your throat is.

“I didn’t mean if you go out cariño.” He stands from the couch and you suddenly feel very small. “I mean dressed like this.” He gestures his fingers up and down your body.

“Maaarrrc…Steeeeven?” You mockingly call about the flat. “I guess they aren’t here so I’ll be going.”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror next to the door feigning confidence.

“You’ll be staying.” He says in a commanding tone that makes your pussy clench in anticipation.

You grab the door handle and look over your shoulder with the most sultry look you can muster (that you absolutely have not been practicing in the mirror). “Make me.”

He crosses the distance from the couch to you in two steps and pins you against the door with his chest pressed to your back. You can tell you’ve had an affect on him by the way his hard bulge is pressed against your ass. He grips both your wrists with one of his large calloused hands. He leans in close to your ear and breathes in deep.

“New perfume?” He says in a low husky tone.

He licks a stripe up your neck and gently bites down on your earlobe. Drawing a small whimper out of you.

“Not so talkative now are we hermosa? His chuckles reverberate through your body as he slowly draws his fingers up your thigh. He can feel how wet you are through your panties and a low growl from him sends shivers down your spine.

“This wet for me?” A breathy “ yes” is all you can manage as he drags his fingers through your slit at an agonizing slow pace. He starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you can feel that tell tale sign that you're close to your climax as you clench down on nothing. He knows you're close and he wants to draw this out- you drew him out after all. He ceases his movements and all you can do is whimper.

“Shh it’s ok hermosa I’m going to take care of you.” You try to calm your breathing but he still has you pressed against the door with both hands behind your back.

“Answer my questions and I’ll take care of you.” He says into your ear as his breathing picks up. You give him a quick nod and his grip tightness on your wrist. “Words sweetheart.”

“Yes sir.” He nips at your shoulder with that last word. He resumes his movements dragging his fingers through your slit. “Did you buy this dress for me?”

“Yes.” You answer as he dips two fingers into your soft channel. If not for his grip on your wrists you’d be in a puddle on the floor. “What about these panties, did you buy them for me?” He’s slowly fucking you with his fingers and all you can hear in the flat is your breathy moans.

“Yes.” You say a little louder this time and he presses his fingers on those bundle of nerves inside and you think you might lose your mind.He brings his thumb to your clit as he steadily works you open. He places his knee between your thighs and slowly lifts you up. “Come for me hermosa.” You drop your head back on his shoulder and note down on your lip as you come with a silent cry.

As you come down from your high you realize you’ve never had an orgasm so intense without seeing your boyfriend's face. He slowly puts you down and draws his fingers away and you hiss at the loss.

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He says still with his back pressed to you, his obvious erection putting a strain on Stevens sweatpants.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say in almost a whine not even recognizing your own voice. He spins you around and you can see the hunger in his deep brown eyes, pupils blown wide. He looks very different from Marc and Steven, yet so similar. It takes your breath away how he looks at you like you're his world and also his victim in the same moment.

“I’m sorry about your dress.” He says sarcastically as you look down confused seeing nothing wrong with it. Before you can ask why he takes both hands and rips it down the front as if it was made of paper. “I’m sorry about your panties too.” You close your eyes and prepare yourself for what’s next as you feel a light tug on your hips and the sound of your new red lace panties ripping.

He takes in your form as you're now left in your sheer red bra and strappy heels. One of his hands comes to the back of your head and he pulls you into a bruising kiss, he kisses you like he’s been starving for you. Like if you pull away you’ll disappear. Your hands come to his arms tracing the familiar muscles you’ve come to know and love and this just feels right.

His thick bulge is pressed against your abdomen, as he grinds his hips into you pressing you further into the door. Precum now staining Stevens sweatpants (which you’ll have to hear about later). You suddenly feel very exposed and you slowly push him off you. As you both catch your breath he looks as though he’s done something wrong and your heart aches because you just want the man to be as exposed as you are.

“Clothes off.” Is all you can manage-real articulate.

Jake strips in two seconds flat and your thanking whatever Egyptian god that he didn’t rip Stevens clothes.

You’ve seen this body many times but as he stands before you with his thick cock, tip red and aching steadily leaking precum you feel as if it’s the first time. He backs you against the door again and grabs your face with both hands as he stares into your eyes.

“Tell me again.” He says in a pleading tone.

“I want you to fuck me Jake.”

You yelp in surprise as he grabs your waist and hoists you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes his hand and wraps it around his thick cock slowly coating it with your slick just teasing your entrance. You whimper at the feeling as he pushes in and you both moan in unison at the stretch. You drop your head to his shoulder and he’s not moving but you desperately want him too.

You dig your heels into his ass and he groans as his grip tightens on your waist.

“Just give me a moment cariño.” And you almost don’t recognize his voice. You squeeze your core around his throbbing cock and that’s all the moment he needs before he’s thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

“Oh. Fuck. Jake..” your words are punctuated with each thrust as he fucks too against the door.

“Jesus Christ, your pussy is so tight.” He’s quickly falling apart as he slams you down on his cock over and over. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.” Your moans in his ear as you hold on for dear life are going to send him over the edge. But not before you. His movements slow and you can feel his thick cock drag through your walls as you drop your head to the crook of his neck.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He turns his head to see his reflection in the mirror next to the door.

“Fuck me harder Jake please.” You’re practically crying at the sensation as if it’s your first time. He smirks at his reflection and your pleas are all he needs.

“I love when you beg hermosa.” He holds you up with one arm and brings his thumb to your clit as he resumes his pace, roughly fucking you against the door. He can feel your pussy gripping his cock as your slick coats both your thighs.

“Fuck. Me. Right. There.” You're screaming now and will surely get a noise complaint, but you can’t care at this moment you’ve wanted for so long. Your vision goes white as you reach your climax and you're digging your nails into his back as you come undone. That’s all it takes for him before he comes with a choked sound as he’s shooting hot ropes of cum into your quivering channel. He groans in your ear as he slowly rocks his hips up pinning you to the door.

You don’t know how long you stay like that trying to catch your breath as you both come down from your high. It feels like you're floating and you realize he hasn’t put you down but he’s carrying towards the bed. He gently lays you down and you both wince as he pulls out of you. He places a soft kiss on your sweat soaked forehead. He takes off your heels and brings you one of Stevens shirts to sleep in.

“I’ll be right back cariño.” Your smiling to yourself as you watch him walk towards the bathroom.

Sleep is starting to claim you as he makes his way back to you with a warm washcloth, gently wiping your thighs and your swollen folds. He tosses the towel in the direction of the hamper not caring if he makes it. He lays down beside you and pulls your back into his chest wrapping you in a deep hug.

“Shouldn’t you call your friends so they aren’t worried?” He mumbles into your hair.

“Hmm?” Your blissed out brain can’t grasp what he’s talking about. He chuckles lowly to himself.

He’s not sure if you're asleep when he whispers to himself.

“I really really love pancakes too.”

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 3 months

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Marc Spector x F!Reader x Steven Grant • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

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

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A/N: There was a post about Marc talking Steven through his first time with reader, which I adored and couldn't stop thinking about. And then my brain went... but what if... the other way around? (I'm so sure I reblogged the post, or maybe it's in my queue, but I cannot for the life of me find it. Please if you know the one I'm talking about, let me know! I really would like to link it here. Also I'm so sorry I forgot who wrote it as well.)

Warnings: oral, fingering, so much swearing, some self loathing from Marc, I have used 'mate' far too much, as well as 'yeah?', kind of Marc being sort of into Steven talking to him, typos, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2213

“She doesn’t like it so much like that, if you tilt your head to the side a little and-”

Marc snaps his eyes open and glares at Steven in the far-off mirror. “Fuck off.” He thinks hard, and Steven doesn’t have to hear him to read his expression.

“I’m just trying to help, mate.” He holds up his hands like all he had done is hold the door open for him or something.

Marc glares harder, about to flip him off when you pull back from the kiss.

“You okay?”

Marc swallows, “Sorry, I, erm…” He hadn’t realised you’d noticed his distraction.

You smile at him and stroke his cheek. "You know, we don’t have to do anything,” you shift a little on the bed, giving him a fraction more space.

“No, no, that wasn’t…” he gives you a small smile in return and leans forward again to kiss you. “Steven, I need you to be quiet now, okay?”

“I was just-”

“Steven.”

He tuts. “Okay, okay, I promise.”

Marc inches a little closer, recovering the space you’d previously offered up. His thigh nudges against yours and you let out a little moan into his mouth as he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip.

He didn’t know why he felt so nervous, anxiety like eels swimming in his belly, you were Steven’s girlfriend (and technically, his now? Or was that too forward?) you’d been in this bed, with this body before. And strictly speaking, Marc had looked in on you and Steven a few times in more… intimate moments. Accidentally, of course.

This should be fine. Practically second nature.

He tries to clear his head, to be more in the moment, and runs his hands down your back as he presses closer, leaning into you slightly to urge you to lay back onto the mattress.

You move with him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him against you. Parting your legs slightly so that he can situate himself between them.

He nips lightly at your lip, licking softly but confidently into your mouth as he just grinds his hardening cock against your core. Oh, and your barely muffled moan is delicious, the way you dig your fingers into his shoulders makes his head spin, if-

“Oh, that’s a good move. She definitely likes that.”

“Steven! For fuck’s sake! I trusted you to be quiet!”

“Sorry!”

Marc tries not to let the interruption show, but he jumps a little when Steven speaks and it’s impossible for you to have missed it. A small thorn of anxiety settles in his chest, piercing between his ribs.

“Kiss her neck, she really likes that.”

“Steven-”

“I’m just giving helpful tips!” He can feel more than see Steven shrug his shoulders. “You’re the one without any game.”

“Without any game? I’ve got more game than you.”

Steven sorts. “Unlikely. When’s the last time you got laid? God only knows. I, however, had sex this morning.”

“Steven.”

“Just saying.”

“Yeah, well, I'm gonna be having sex in a minute, so shut up.”

There was a moment of blissful silence and Marc let out a breath of relief.

You hooked your legs over his hips, urging him closer and bucking up so that you could grind against him. The heavy drag of his jeans sending sparks of pleasure along your spine.

He slips his left hand down, sneaking the tips of his warm fingers under your top and stroking at the soft skin of your side.

“She’s ticklish there.”

“Steven-”

You can’t help but giggle a little, squirming away from his touch and breaking the kiss. “Sorry,” you bite your lip, “I’m sorry, it’s just-”

“You’re ticklish.” Marc finishes and you nod smiling.

“Sorry.” You mouth again.

Marc shakes his head and smiles as he leans back down. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” He moves his hand away from your side.

He’s barely pressed his lips against you for a second before Steven speaks again. “Told you.”

Marc inwardly grunts, rolling his eyes as he kisses along your jaw to your neck. He nips lightly at your skin, before sucking gently.

“Bit lower mate, that’s the spot.”

Marc scowled but followed the instruction, hatching onto the spot Steven suggested and you moan loudly, arching your back off the mattress.

“See, she really likes that. Now if you just move your hand down and-”

Marc clenches his jaw instinctively, letting his frustration bubble over. Unfortunately, your neck is still between his teeth when they snap shut.

You let out a little gasp of pain and Marc nearly blacks out from panic, instinctively moving to jerk backwards and away from you. But your arms tighten on his shoulders, your thighs clenching around his hips.

You whimper and buck against him instantly. “Marc, fuck, please do that again.”

He relaxes, tension easing out of his limbs as he growls faintly and does as you ask.

“It’s okay mate, really. She’s not made of glass.”

“Steven. I’m fucking gonna-”

“Hey,” Steven protested, “look, I don’t mind when you’re watching us go at it all the time, yeah?”

Marc flushed. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do. And don’t think you’re being sneaky about it either. I can tell.”

“I don’t mean to, it’s just…”

“Just what mate?”

“It just… happens.”

“Yeah, right.”

Marc stays quiet, knowing that whatever he says won’t make him look good. He tries to ignore Steven, to just focus on you. To grind against you just right. But he could feel Steven hovering just in the background.

You run your hands through Marc’s hair, pulling highly as you writhe under him and he can’t help but risk a sneaky look up at you, at how your eyebrows are pinched together, eyes closed in pleasure and…

Was it real? Or was it just for show? Did you always look like that when Steven…? He thinks back trying to recall the memories of watching in as much detail as possible.

“Marc.” Steven’s voice is soft.

But he doesn’t answer.

“Stop getting in your head about it, yeah? She’s here with you. She likes you. She wouldn’t pretend to be into something she doesn’t, ‘kay?”

Marc swallows, trying to take Steven’s words on board and calm his quickly spiralling thoughts.

But it doesn’t feel right. Nothing feels right, it’s all stiff and unsettled. Like his joints are just a fraction out of place.

You can tell. He’s so sure that you can tell. Even if you are moaning and writhing against him, you must know. Must sense it. How out of alignment he is. How much of a failure.

“Steven?"

There’s a fraction of a pause before he answers. “Hmm?”

“What does she like?”

He can feel Steven’s frown.

“What does she like? What should I do? You were full of tips a second ago, don’t lea-”

“Move your hand down,” his voice is a little softer than before. Compassionate. And Marc knows his emotions have bled through. “Slower.”

Marc slowly runs his hand down your body, careful not to tickle your side, stopping just short of the top button of your trousers.

“Kiss lower on her neck, just above her collarbone... that’s it.”

Marc feels a little warm at the praise, giddy even.

“And just start to undo her trousers, yeah?”

He flicks the top button open and you whine, bucking up against him. You urge his face up with your hands so you can kiss his lips and slide your tongue into his mouth. A deep shiver runs along Marc’s spine, forcing his hips to buck mindlessly.

You pull back for a second, just to lift your top up and over your head before dropping it to the side and his breath catches in his throat.

“Trousers.”

Marc all but jumps despite the soft tone of Steven’s voice and he quickly snaps his eyes away from your skin to focus on undoing your pants.

You grin at his eagerness and help him by wiggling out of your trousers and kicking them off your feet. You kiss Marc’s neck, your hands moving desperately to his jeans.

“Touch her.”

Marc lets out a little moan as you suck on his pulse point. “Wha-”

Marc’s left hand moves under Steven’s control, slipping his fingers under the elastic of your panties and pressing two thick fingers inside of your heat.

You gasp in surprise, your thighs twitching at the sudden intrusion, shifting wider to allow him easier access.

Steven strokes two fingers languidly against your walls for a second, enjoying the little tremors and flutters before placing his thumb on your clit. “Can you feel that?”

Marc nods inwardly, “fuck.”

“See how wet she is?”

“So fucking wet.”

Steven smiles, continuing the long, slow strokes for a second before retreating back and leaving their hand once more completely under Marc’s control. He falters for half a second before he quickly resumes the tortuous pace set up by Steven.

You gasp and whine, flinging your head back against the pillow as you arch up your hips towards him, trying to buck and urge him to move faster.

“Go nice and slow… yeah… like that…” Steven whispers in his ear and there’s something strangely comforting about it, something exciting at having him there, right with him.

Marc bites his bottom lips between his teeth, watching your face with rapt attention.

“Nice slow circles and nice slow strokes.”

“Slow circles.” He mutters under his breath, almost inaudible. He glides his fingers back and forth, barely leaving you before pushing back in, revelling in the sound of your wetness.

You buck and whine, grabbing hold of his forearm like you were hanging onto a lifesaver. “Marc- ah, please!” Your words are cut off by desperate half choked sobs.

He continues to circle your clit gently, barely allowing any pressure so that you can only just feel the slightly calloused glide of his thumb. Your thighs started to shake, your movements becoming sloppy.

“Take her panties off completely, yeah? She’s gonna cum in a second, you’re gonna want to see.”

Marc obeyed without thinking, using his free hand to pull them down and groaning softly when you lifted your hips as best you could to help him.

Fuck you looked so pretty laid out all before him- before them.

You moaned particularly needily, already looking fucked out of your head and Marc hissed, unable to stop himself as he hurriedly leant down and flicked his tongue along your clit.

Your little high-pitched cry made him go light-headed.

“Fuck, god yeah, give it to her.” Steven’s arousal bled into his own, making him dizzyingly high. “God, make her cum, make her cum in our mouth Marc, please.”

“Marc, oh god, please!” You whine at almost the same moment, your and Steven’s voice blending together in a harmony that made Marc’s dick throb.

He sucked your clit into his mouth for a moment before running board, flat licks over it, continuing his fingers slow pump as he brought you maddeningly close to the edge.

Steven moaned loudly, “fuck Marc, please, please, need to taste her cum. Then we can fuck her together, yeah? She feels so good, she makes the best little noises,” he groaned again, “she tastes so sweet doesn’t she?”

“So sweet,” Marc mumbled against your pussy as he kept moving, kept sucking and licking and practically humping the mattress with his eyes pinched tight in pleasure.

“Marc,” you whimper and pull on his hair with your free hand, urging him on, “you’re so good at this, so good, ‘m gonna cum-”

“Fuck, Marc, yes.”

He couldn’t help himself, simply couldn’t. Found himself opening his mouth and letting the words spill out before he had even registered them. “Steven’s here too.”

“Oh shit!” You gasp, your voice raising in pitch as your orgasm crashes into you, seizing your limbs in pleasure and whiting out your vision, before leaving you boneless and breathless.

Marc stops moving slowly, trying to prolong your bliss for as long as possible. He bites his lip nervously as he sits up, your release and his spit covering the lower half of his face. Fuck, why had he said that, why had he gone and fucked this all up-

You smile up at him, still trailing your fingers through his thick curls. “Steven’s here too?”

He nods as heat rises to his face. He stares down at your knee.

“Look at her, mate.”

He doesn’t move until you gently tilt his chin up with your hand.

Your soft smile makes his heart ache.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers. “Is that… okay? That he’s here?”

You nod, your grin widening as you sit up and kiss him. It’s messy and deep, and Marc just melts into it. He whines against your lips as you wrap your arms around him, stroking your tongue with his own as you lick into his mouth.

“Now, how about,” you say between kisses, your fingers tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt. “I get you out of these clothes and suck both of your dick.” You pause and pull a silly face at the odd-sounding, but technically correct singular use.

Marc giggles and nuzzles into your neck.

“Say yes mate!”

“Yes please.” He mumbles as he sucks a love bite into your skin.

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phantomspiderr · 10 months

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Always

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: fluff, fluff, fluff, look i think Marc would be into Formula 1, is that just because I love F1... maybe?, sleepy!reader, soft!Marc🥰

a/n: 😬… I’m backkkkkkkk. Not that I think anyone noticed I was gone but I started anxiety meds and they've taken some getting used to. But I opened up my drafts the other day and found this and finished it, so essentially I started making it, had a breakdown... bon appetite?

(not my gif)

The other side of the bed’s cold, your hand swipes across the empty space in search of the warmth that is normally there. Your sleep-addled mind pauses to think—had your boyfriend even come to bed? What time was it? Is that noise in your head? Slowly, you pull yourself up from the warm cocoon of the duvet and your hands rub at your face in an attempt to erase the sleep that still clings to you. Blinking a few times you try to adjust your eyes to being open again as your hands fall into your lap. You can just make out some light in between the gaps in the bookshelf that separates the bed from the rest of the room. Your tired eyes look to his side of the bed again, still empty and the alarm clock shines the time a little too brightly, 6:22am. Reluctantly you move your stiff legs, pushing the warm duvet off of them and whining a little as the cold air in the flat hits them. You pull yourself out of the bed, immediately grabbing the blanket from the end of the mattress to wrap around yourself. The noise you’d heard becomes clearer now, it sounds like someone talking but it’s fast and all mushes together in your head. You take steps toward it, rounding the bookshelf to find exactly what you were missing.

“Hey,” Marc’s voice comes out in a whisper and he sits up the second his eyes clock you, his hand reaching for the tv remote immediately. The volume goes down with each push of the button, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You keep taking slow steps towards him, passing in front of the tv and going around the coffee table until you reach the couch.

“Are you okay?” You completely disregard his question in favour of asking your own as you sit next to him, he nods whispering out a yeah and so you move your body to lay down, placing your head in his lap.

“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” you look up at him as he speaks. One of his hands comes to rest on top of your head, “plus there’s a race on.” He looks back to the tv and you follow his gaze, twisting until you lie completely on your side.

“What’s a red flag?” Your head turns so you can look at him again briefly, a little smile graces his face and then you go back to staring at the screen, trying to understand why in the middle of a race none of the cars are moving.

“One of the drivers went into the barrier and they have to stop the race to clean it up before they continue. It just means it’s not safe for anyone to be on the track,” Marc explains it so gently, no annoyance or condescension crosses his tone for your lack of knowing.

“Are they okay?” There’s a slight hint of worry and you almost sound like a scared child.

“Yeah sweetheart, look, that's Albon there.” He points towards the screen and you watch as it briefly shows a young-looking guy speaking with someone else, “it was his car that hit the barrier but he got out of it straight away.”

For a minute it’s quiet, you both just watch the screen as it shows different people. Marc had turned the volume up a bit and you could make out what the commentators were saying now they’d slowed down their talking. Without any prompting, Marc starts to quietly tell you who everyone is every time the picture changes to someone new. He shares little pieces of knowledge with every name and you find listening to him soothing. You knew he sometimes watched these races but you’d never really taken the time to sit down and watch one with him. You’re starting to regret never doing it before, you’d been missing out on this beautiful opportunity to get to know his interests better.

Ultimately, though that tiredness still clings to your mind and the way his voice is quietly lulling you makes you think of the times when Steven reads you to sleep. Just as the race starts up again, your eyes begin to feel heavy, the blinks start getting slower and longer. You’re unsure if Marc’s noticed because he keeps calmly explaining what’s happening as it happens. His fingers had absentmindedly started rubbing circles into your scalp which was not helping the way you were quickly slipping back into your sleeping state. The tv eventually disappears, and your eyes are finally sealed shut again but some conscious part of your brain can still make out the race commentary in the background alongside Marc’s soothing voice.

The next thing you know it’s daylight, the sun shines brightly through the uncovered windows. It hurts your eyes when they open and instinctively you turn your body away from it, glad when you’re met with darkness. You comfortably bury your face into the warmth of Marc’s stomach while trying your best to stretch your stiff limbs without really putting much effort into it. You take in a deep breath before just relaxing for a moment. Your mind slowly wakes as you lay there, coherent thoughts begin to form and you start to feel more awake with each passing second. You could’ve sworn you’d only been asleep for a few minutes. The tv is still making quiet noise in the background and you can feel Marc taking slow deep breaths.

Once your brain has managed to come back to some semblance of consciousness, you slowly pull yourself to sit up on the couch. The sight you’re met with makes your heart melt it doesn’t matter how many times you wake up next to him, each time feels like the first. He looks so peaceful, his head propped on his fist that leans on the arm of the couch. Eyes closed, hair sticking around every which way and lips slightly parted. You admire him for a minute before you think about how much his neck is going to hurt after sleeping in this position. As slowly as you can you twist yourself around again and stand, taking a second for your brain to catch up with your body’s movements. Then gently you tuck your hands under his knees, pulling on the deadweight and turning them to rest on the couch. All the movement rouses Marc from his sleep, the top half of his body reluctantly following the bottom with a grumble.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep.” Quietly you shush him as he continues to wiggle around until he’s settled down on the couch where you were just laying. The crease in his eyebrow slowly relaxes as your fingers comb through his hair, you’re crouched next to him trying to push him back into his little slumber. A long sigh comes from deep within his chest and you just know he’s back in dreamland. With a gentle kiss to his temple, you stand again, grabbing the blanket that had fallen to the floor at some point and draping it over his body. Satisfied with how much more comfortable he looks now you go to pull yourself away to shower and maybe start on breakfast—or maybe brunch at this point, but a hand grazes your leg.

“Stay,” the mumble of a plea falls past his lips as his hand blindly searches for yours. Without a second thought, you give in, encouraging him to lift his head so you can slip back onto the couch. Thoughts of how good a shower would be right now or of what to cook to rid the rumble in your stomach disappear completely. Now you sit with Marc’s head in your lap, mirroring the exact position you’d both been in just moments prior. You take a long moment to just watch him, the way he nuzzles his head into your thighs and how relaxed he looks for a change. Then you’re thinking about how happy he makes you. How lucky you feel to be a part of this moment and how you only ever want to be right here with him, always.

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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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comfort

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader

Prompt: Creampie

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, loss based nightmare, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.4k

A/N: my first marc spector fic!! woohoo!! not proofread but i hope you guys enjoy!

He wakes up frantic and panting, reaching blindly through the sheets until he feels your warm body and breathes a sigh of relief. His hand grips into the meat of your thigh as he takes slow deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His eyes were frozen shut, still flipping through the images of you getting hurt on his watch, of Khonsu getting a hold of you and turning you into someone he didn’t recognize.

His eyes snap open and he sits up, leaning over you to examine your face. You still look like you… He rests his hand on your cheek, feeling your warmth before moving to your neck and breathing out another sigh of relief when he feels your veins pumping blood under your skin. His hands shake around your neck, adrenaline pumping through him at how vivid it felt. He could feel the dread, the fear, and despair of living on without you, he could feel all the dark feelings you’d chased away creeping back into his heart.

You groan and your eyes blink open, Marc takes his hand away like your neck burned him, upset with himself for waking you up. Your eyes take a moment to focus and you’re smiling up at him as you squint, trying to focus on his face. It’s warming his heart, your little fire already sending all his bad thoughts away. Once your eyes focus your smile drops and a hand comes up to rub through his hair as you sit up a bit. “What’s wrong?”

Your words, your soft movements, and your care have tears springing to his eyes in an instant. He averts your gaze, trying to hide the tears that now cloud his vision, you notice despite his efforts and you climb onto his lap immediately, pulling his head to cradle it to your chest. His hands slide up your back as he tries to stop his tears from falling from his eyes. You’re whispering sweet words to him, comforting him, and letting him know that he’s safe with you. “Had a dream.”

He grits the words through his teeth but they still come out weaker than he’d prefer, letting you in on how badly it’s affected him. You coo out and leave silence, waiting for him to continue, and although he thought he wouldn’t want to talk about it, that he’d just want to move on from it- something about your embrace makes him want to open up. So he does.

“He took you. Khonsu, and- You weren’t.” He takes a deep breath as you play with his curls and his arms tighten around you. “You weren’t you anymore.” You coo at him again and it brings a new wave of tears, pushing the others down his cheek and falling onto your tank top. “I’m not going anywhere, love.” You whisper into his hair before bringing your hands to his face and tilting it to make contact with his teary eyes.

“I’m definitely not making a deal with him, and even if I did… Nothing could change my love for you, it’s the only constant, the only thing you’ll never have to worry about losing.” You place a featherlight kiss on his nose and one on each cheek before smiling against his lips. He crashes his against yours, his arms lock you in place as he pours gratitude into his kiss, thanking you for everything you do, for everything you are. You giggle adorably against him and deepen the kiss, timidly sliding your tongue over his lips and sliding it in once his mouth opens with a moan. His hands slide up your back to cradle your head, holding you in place as his tongue slides around your mouth. He can feel a pressure building in his cock, right beneath your clothed pussy and all his blood is rushing south.

His kisses grow a bit frantic and his hips tilt up into you, needing some pressure on his growing erection as you whimper quietly into his mouth. His lips leave yours for your neck, pressing wet kisses to your skin and moaning at the way your hand grips his curls, guiding his lips to where you want him, and holding him in place when he finds your most sensitive spots. His hands slide down to your hips, pressing your pussy against him for a moment before hooking his fingers under the band of your panties. You moan his name softly, not wanting to break the silence of the moment and his cock throbs at the sound.

You maneuver his head to connect your lips to his again as you lift your hips off of his lap, helping him take your panties off before sitting back down on his bulge. He swears he can feel your pussy leaking onto him, soaking his underwear in your juices, leaving a little reminder for him. He thinks about how your scent would seep into the fabric and his hips jerk into you at the thought, shoving a shocked yelp from your lips at the rough material on your clit. Your hands reach for his shoulders to ground yourself, trying to cope with the way his movements are affecting your brain. “N- Marc, I want-” You’re unable to get your sentence out because Marc hasn’t stopped thrusting against you, he can’t.

Your face is contorted in pleasure, frozen around syllables of whatever you’re trying to say and why would he want to stop that? His eyes are fixated on your expression, how your eyebrows furrow when his movements border on pain, and how they pull inward when he rubs against you in a way that has you shivering in his lap. Your hands leave his shoulders and press into his chest, telling him to stop with your pathetic whimpers. His hips slow down begrudgingly and his hands come back up from your hips to your face, resting on your cheeks. “You okay? Are you okay?” He’s breaking his sentences up with short, frantic kisses, overwhelming your senses.

You try to speak to him, tell him that you want him inside you now but your voice fails you, all your words coming out as incoherent whines. Your hands slide down his chest, relishing the way his muscles tense under your hands. You get to his briefs and waste no time pulling his cock out, smirking at the gasping whine that slips out of his mouth. “Yes. Oh, fuck, please.”

His breathing is climbing, his chest beginning to heave as his hips tilt up, helping you pull his boxers a bit lower before rubbing his cock over your wet lips, thrusting your hips forward to tease him but whining when he presses into your clit. His cock twitches against you, too turned on at the sight in front of him and he grinds himself into your mound as best he can, desperate for your friction.

You giggle/moan before settling his tip against your needy hole. He can feel the way you’re trying to suck him in, how you’re winking over his cock, wishing he was inside you already. You take a deep breath and start sinking onto him, trying not to let your eyes roll back at the way he’s stretching you out. Your legs start shaking about halfway down and you’re letting whines spill from your lips after every breath of air. Marc has his hands digging into the sheets, almost puncturing the mattress with how hard he’s gripping it. His legs are tense and shaking under you, his gaze is hard as it watches your struggling face. Your hands are tensing on his shoulders as your thighs tremble, his hands untangle from the sheets once your entire body begins to shake and they reach your hips just in time for your legs to give out.

You collapse into his chest and his eyes roll back at the way you’re already fluttering around him, letting out helpless mewls into his neck, assaulting his ears with their softness. He lowers you onto his cock quickly, working himself in a bit quicker than he normally would out of pure need. He’s groaning into the top of your head, his eyes shut tight as he tries to ignore the tingling that’s telling him he’s already close.

You sit up, trying to calm yourself and press your lips into his with a whine as your hips begin to grind into him slowly, teasing his cock against your spasming walls. You’re more sensitive in the mornings- that’s something he already knows, but this feels like something else, like you’re completely gone for him. It’s affecting him in a way he didn’t know was possible. His hands are behind your back, gripping the fabric of your tank so roughly that you can feel his fingernails leaving marks on your skin.

Your hips are stuttering as they grind, your body wanting to fold in on itself at the pleasure that shoots through you. Your eyes are shut tight, trying to keep enough focus to hold your pace on him. He’s panting in your ear, whimpering every now and then, his balls are throbbing beneath you, begging him to cum already. He wants to make this last though, this softness and sensitivity you’re giving him, the comfort of being completely wrapped in you, the pretty sounds you’re feeding him with, he never wants it to end.

Your name slides out of his mouth subconsciously, since it’s the only thing on his mind and you give him a passionate whine in response. Your pussy flutters over him and you fold onto him, collapsing into his lips with a moan before pulling away. “Love you s’much, baby.” Your eyes are hazy as they look into his, winding him tighter and his hips begin to jerk into you, almost forcing his orgasm from his cock. “M’never gonna leave. Never leave you.” His eyes roll back at your sweet words and his hands shoot to your hips.

Your moans double in volume and quantity as he grinds you against him harshly, abusing your clit against the patch of hair at the base of his cock. His cock is pulsing for you, desperately wanting to cum all over you, hopefully on your chest or thighs, if he’s lucky you’ll let him cum on your face or tummy. His pace goes wild at that.

His feet plant onto the bed to fuck himself up into you. “Tell me again.” His pace is brutal, shutting off everything in the world isn’t him. You can barely process his words, giving him a confused moan instead of whatever answer he’s looking for. You can only focus on the way his cock is rubbing your sensitive walls and sending ripples of pleasure through you, how it’s bumping your cervix with every thrust. “Tell me again, sweetheart. Tell me you- you love m-” His word descends to a groan when you moan his name, strangled, and desperate as your hips grind into him again. “I love you, I love you so much. I’m-” You gasp and grip his hair again, sobbing a moan onto his lips before burying yourself in his neck.

“M’gonna cum an- and I want-” You whine shakily and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him as your pussy shudders around his cock. “I want you to cum inside me- Oh, I love you so much, Marc.” He can’t even hold back. He can’t even last five minutes after you’ve granted him permission. His hands are shaking against you and he's whining like you've never heard.

“I’ve never- Baby, I haven’t-” You moan against his neck, delirious and desperate for him. His eyes roll back and shut. His mind is racing with thoughts of cumming inside you now, how warm it’ll feel, how you’ll twitch around him, maybe your pussy will milk him, maybe you’ll twitch as he paints your walls white with his cum. Maybe he’ll cum enough that he gets to watch it drip out of you. You lick a stripe up his ear, sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock, nearly pushing him over the edge. “I haven’t done this either. I want you to.”

Your emphasis on ‘you’ is what pushes him over. It has his muscles tightening with his cock and his hips twitch up into you twice more before he’s groaning out unfinished curses. You cum at his reaction, babbling that you love him over and over, prolonging his orgasm in the process. He holds your head in the crook of his neck as he thrusts into you erratically, seeing white in his vision from how good you’re making him feel. His head has gone fuzzy and all he can hear is static, he feels like he’s ascended to another realm as his cock floods your pussy.

You’re shocked at the warmth, at how quickly it spreads through you and warms your core, raising goosebumps all over your skin and shoving you over the edge. You shake all over as your pussy milks him, squeezing every last drop from his pulsing cock, wanting to be so full of him that you’re dripping for days, so full that you can feel his heavy cum sitting in your womb.

He groans your name one more time, coming out broken and pathetic as his cock spits out one last rope of cum into you, his cock making an obscene squelch noise as he thrusts into you one last time.

You’re panting on his chest, basking in the comfortable silence, the intimacy of the whole ordeal, when he lifts you off of him. You whine in protest, you were hoping he’d leave it in and let you keep him warm all night. You’re pouting at him as he shushes your whines, your heavy lids closed over your eyes until you realize he’s not putting you down. Your eyes open slowly to see his gaze barreled into your pussy, not even flickering to your face for a moment.

You jerk in his hold when you feel it; his thick cum dripping from your over-stimulated hole. It’s almost ticklish as it slides out of you so slowly, causing a shiver to run up your spine and his cum finally drops onto the sheet. There's a thin line of off-white still streaming out of you and his hands are shaking over your hips again. His eyes are blown and desperate when they meet yours. Already ready for another round.

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Pegging The Moon Knight System - F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, pegging, sex,

this came from a convo me, @howaboutcastiel and @mccn-bcys had, i said pegging the moon boys and we threw around ideas. enjoy

Steven Grant

“You want to do what love?”

“I want to peg you”

Loves it, like will ask you to do it when spicy time happens

Literally is a sobbing mess

So cock drunk he can't even form sentences

Tears stream down his face as he reaches his orgasm

Mommy kink they all have it haha

Marc Spector

Is a no at first until you both sit down and talk about it and he sees you do it with steven first

Lets you try it for the first time and actually finds it enjoyable

Gripping the sheets moaning out loud

“Fuck” he lets out the most delicious grunts and moans as you pick up speed

“You like when i fuck you dumb on my cock dont you baby?”

Loves when you domme him, enjoys just being able to let go and enjoy being taken care of.

Is babygirl

Jake Lockley

Loves it the most out of the 3 of them.

Enjoys when you are rough with him, loves the hair pulling

However

If you are slow and sensual with him?

This man is gone

Loves that when you are fucking him you slowly rub you hands against his cock.

Whimpers, this man, the same man who is Khonshus fist of justice? WHIMPERS as you fuck him.

Loves when yall do it infront of the mirror so he can show off for Steven and Marc

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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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Celebrate (Marc Spector x fem!Reader, Steven Grant x fem!Reader, Jake Lockley x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! So, I have had this done for a while and just never posted, so better late than never, amirite? And besides, we can all always use more Oscar Isaac and the Moon Boys in our lives. Enjoy! :)

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

Warning: Fluff (established couple with all the Moon Boys, super sweet affection, kisses, a very important question), angst (negative emotions about birthdays), implied smut

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 3,348

Steven, Marc, and Jake love you. They loves everything about you, from how you talk, to how you have a ‘lucky’ something for every category of item you own, to how big your heart is. But there is one thing about you that particularly irks them.

In the year and a half that you have been together with them, they has yet to find out when your birthday is. For all they knows, they could have missed it twice! Hell, you’ve remembered theirs twice and have done incredibly loving things for both.

They have tried everything—Steven even tried to sneak a peak at your license once, but turned out to be in a different wallet. Steven only knew his lack of knowledge wasn’t by virtue of him not trying extremely hard, because Marc and Jake couldn’t find out either.

Jake enjoyed playing around with the fantasy that you were a secret spy or assassin who stepped away from the action to lead a normal, quiet life. Steven and Marc were ready to quickly dismiss it when they remembered that they served as an avatar for the Egyptian God of the moon. In all honesty, there was a chance that Jake could be right.

“Did you know that in Ancient Egypt, Pharaohs didn’t celebrate birthdays on the actual day?” Steven asks as he hands you a dish from the suds. “They celebrated their coronation day since it was when they were born into the role of ruler.”

“Interesting,” you respond as you use the towel to dry the plate.

“It’s a bit sad, though, innit? That other people didn’t celebrate their birthdays. It wasn’t a common thing.”

“Well, I mean, I guess people make a big deal out of birthdays and place a lot of pressure on them. Maybe the Egyptians had it right.”

“But it’s an important day, you know? Someone fantastic was brought to the world, that’s worth celebratin’.”

You have a feeling you know what he’s getting at. You choose to remain quiet.

“You’re worth celebratin’, (Y/N).”

You feel tears sting at your eyes, and you suck in your bottom lip to prevent yourself from crying.

“Why haven’t you told us when your birthday is?” he pleads softly.

You dip your head and shrug. “My birthday . . . I don’t know,” you mutter. “I have a lot of mixed feelings about it, and I don’t know how to say them without sounding whiny.”

Steven tilts your chin up with a sudsy finger so your eyes lock onto his.

“We’re all ears,” he says tenderly.

You let out a sigh, but Steven’s finger refuses to let your gaze leave his.

“No matter how old I got or whatever new friends I made, my friends and colleagues and even my exes always forgot my birthday. I always made it a point to remember theirs, get a gift, a card, whatever, because—it’s the friggin’ day they’re born! And then I always had these small, wistful expectations there’d be something done for me like a surprise, but it was always nothing. Once I got into my college years, I’d have these hopes and expectations of what I’d have done by that birthday, and most of them never came true. My ‘have a first kiss’ goal was deferred for eight years until I was 25.” You close your eyes and give your head a little shake. “I’m just always disappointed by my birthday with other people and myself. Never a real reason to celebrate.”

Steven dries his hands and wipes away yours tears with the pads of his thumb as he pulls you in for a loving hug.

“Will you tell us when your birthday is, love?” Steven whispers into your hair. “Please?”

Unable to resist his tender embrace, you tell him the date, and he pulls back to scan your face. “That’s Thursday,” he states.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It is.”

You don’t expect him to cradle your face in his hands while he kisses you deeply. “Boy, do we have some idea’s stewin’ in our brain,” he beams as he gives you another kiss. “And you know what? Since I missed it last year, you’re gonna have a half-birthday celebration that is gonna knock your knickers right off of you.”

“My knickers?” you laugh, your hurt feelings quickly leaving your body.

Steven whistles and moves his hand like a plane to emphasize the absolute absence of panties you’ll have before he hops up and rubs his hands together in excitement.

“Oh,” he says as he holds up a finger. “This is why we couldn’t figure out your birthday, right? You’re not secretly a spy or assassin?”

You laugh at the implication, the sadness rolling off of your body. “Jake’s idea?”

Steven nods.

“Well, I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you, and I’d hate to ruin that pretty face of yours. And then there’s the issue of getting rid of the body, and we’re on the fifth floor—.”

“See, I know you’re jokin’, but part of me is actually a little spooked right now,” Steven says.

“No, hon. I’m not a spy,” you giggle, moving to kiss his cheek and push his curly hair back. “Sorry to disappoint Jake.”

Steven breathes a sigh of relief and dips his head as you hold onto him. "Oh, thank the gods!"

You’re vaguely aware of the shifting on your mattress as you continue to enjoy a cozy slumber under the comforter with your head on the pillows. After a bit, you feel another shift on the mattress along with the warmth of another body whose smell you know all too well.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Steven whispers with a gentle kiss to your cheek.

You let out a tired moan as you roll into Steven’s body, wrapping an arm around his middle and burying your face into his chest as you try to pull yourself back into a deep sleep.

“Come now, I’ve made you your favorite. And I have a nice big mugga mornin’ Joe with your name on it,” he encourages.

You unbury your head slightly, looking up at him with still heavy eyes. He smiles as he looks down at you, kissing your forehead.

“I knew if the kisses didn’t do it, the coffee would,” he chuckles.

As you sit up in bed, Steven twists his torso and places a breakfast tray on your lap, presenting you with waffles, fresh cut fruit, and veggie sausage.

“Thank you, hon,” you tell him, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Anythin’ for the birthday girl,” he hums, placing a kiss on your neck that sends goosebumps throughout your body. “I still wish you could’ve taken the day off.”

“Trust me, if I didn’t have these big meetings, I’d probably just stay in bed with you three.”

“Don’t give Jake any ideas—he’d find a way to make those meetings cancelled,” Steven chuckles, stealing a strawberry for himself. You know there’s nothing particularly aphrodisic or phallic about a strawberry, but watching Steven’s lips move around the red fruit and how his tongue licks away the juice sends your head spinning. Steven catches you looking at him and smirks. “Yes, love?”

“Oh, nothing,” you blush as you move to take a bite of the waffles in front of you.

“Mm, likely story,” he hums as he licks his lips once more, bringing his lips to your pulse point for a chaste kiss.

“I don’t know that I’m gonna be able to finish these, hon,” you chuckle as you take a closer look at the stack. “You made eight?”

“I’ve seen you devour a stack of waffles with no issue before.”

“Yeah, on a weekend where I don’t have to go do a full day of work later.”

“Then lucky for you, I am here to help,” he smiles, stealing your fork to snatch a bite of waffles for himself. “Bloody hell, I’m a good cook.”

We continue to sit in bed and eat the fluffy breakfast food until you have to get ready for work. As you fix your hair in the bathroom, Steven takes care of the dishes; he finishes drying them as you move from the bathroom to put on your clothes. As you slide on your sweater, Steven shuffles into the bedroom.

“Let me walk you to work today?” he whispers as he lifts out the hair tucked into the collar of your sweater.

“I want to say yes, but then I wouldn’t want to go in or have you leave,” you respond just as quietly. “Especially after a morning like this one. It’d be the bed predicament on the sidewalk.”

Steven brings his lips to yours slowly as you wrap your arms around his waist. The kiss is tender and lazy, much like how you wish you could spend the day with one another. Steven lets out a defeated sigh as his lips part from yours, resting his forehead against yours.

“Text me when you get there?” he asks as his fingers play with your hair.

“Of course,” you tell him. "Love you."

Steven hands you your purse, letting you adjust it on your shoulder before he places more quick kisses on your lips, murmuring a "Love you more," as you attempt to make it out the door.

“What?” you chuckle as you put your purse on the table by the door. Jake is leaning on the kitchen table like a puppy that needs to be let out.

“I can’t wait for my girlfriend to do part two of her birthday?” Jake smirks as he suavely moves over from the wooden surface and meets you at the door, his hands on your waist as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

“And what would part two be, exactly?” you smile as you bite your lip, keeping them just out of reach of his so you don’t spend the rest of the night making out in the kitchen—although, you wouldn’t be opposed to it.

“I can’t give away all of the details, mi corazón. Now, go to the bedroom, put on what’s laid out, and then we’ll go to part two.”

You smirk at him and scrunch your eyebrows playfully as you try to figure out what he has planned. You do as he asks, nonetheless. Lying on the bed, you see a beautiful sky blue satin dress with an asymmetrical hemline and silver strappy heels. You slide on the dress and it fits like a glove—so much like a glove, you can see the line of your underwear underneath the fabric. Lightly chuckling to myself, you slide off your panties and take off your bra. Usually, you’d be opposed to going full commando, but when you see yourself in the mirror, everything looks better—the dress was made to be worn on your body without undergarments. You slide on the heels to finish off the look and quickly comb your hair to revitalize it from the day. When you meet Jake back in the living room, he licks his lips and smirks as he looks at you, giving you bedroom eyes as you move closer to him.

“Now will you tell me what we’re doing?” you coo as you run your hands up and down his chest.

“No,” he smiles as he pulls you in for a searing kiss, squeezing your ass for scientific reasons, you’re sure.

“You’re not wearing anything underneath this, are you?” he breathes against your lips.

“Not a stitch,” you hum as you move his hands off your rear, taking a step back and opening the door with your things in hand. “Lead the way, Lockley.”

He gives you a bedroom smirk and mutters a string of Spanish curses and erotic notions under his breath—something about not realizing how sexy you’d look and what he’d rather be doing to you.

“Don’t worry, babe, I think all of you boys will be able to do those kinds of things later,” you assure him as you pull him down by his tie for a kiss. “Patience is a virtue.”

“Not when vice looks as good as you in satin.”

Jake captures your lips in a passionate and lusty kiss that still maintains an air of chastity to it—his mind on the mission of the surprise, but his heart veering towards your shared bed.

“Come on, cariño,” he rasps as he takes your hand and leads you out of the apartment and down the stairs.

“I don’t even get a hint?” you try again as you walk along the sidewalk.

“Tell me what you think we’re doing.”

“Really? Twenty questions on my birthday?”

“Play along,” he chuckles.

“Fine,” you sigh dramatically as you lace your fingers with his. “It’s definitely somewhere fancy?”

“Is it, though?”

“I’m dressed to the nines. I don’t see how it can’t be somewhere fancy.”

“Or I wanted to show you off.”

“Okay,” you say, processing Jake’s cheeky remark, thinking of all the possibilities. “Well, dinner would be too obvious, so it clearly can’t be that.”

“Clearly,” he chuckles. “Come on, cariño, I thought you knew me better than this.”

“Ouch, gut punch!” you say, poking at it side. “I’m still thinking. You are an expert at being sneaky, I’m trying to process my options.”

“Well, you should come up with one soon. We’re almost there.”

Knowing the area, you scan through all the storefronts you can bring to your mind, when something clicks with your ensemble.

“Jake Lockley, are you taking me dancing?” you hum as you look over to him, his eyes sparkling in the dim London light.

“It took you long enough to figure it out,” he chuckles as he guides you to the left into a little courtyard that is all done up where other couples are waiting to start the lessons. “We’re gonna put those hips of yours to a different kind of work. Just for a short while, at least.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything fun or culinary up my sleeves,” Marc says as the two of you walk hand in and through the quiet park, the path lit by beautiful old street lamps.

“You don’t need to apologize for anything,” you tell him. “I know how much effort you all put into today. It’s nice to wrap it all up with dinner and a little stroll.”

A gentle breeze begins to pick up, and Marc immediately shrugs off his bomber jacket to place on your shoulders. You want to protest, but you love having things that he wears on your body—the warmth form his frame, the smell of his skin and cologne, the silent gesture of love.

“Thanks, baby,” you tell him softly as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Did you have a good day today?” he asks, matching your tone. “I know you mentioned your meetings—.”

“Yeah, the meetings from hell,” you sigh as you roll your neck, the mere thought of them bringing tension to your body. “Not only could they all have been emails, but they were ridiculously long and were so unproductive that we knew less by the end than we did at the start. Debbie led both.”

“Oh no, not Debbie.”

“Mmhm. Don’t get me started with that one.” You let out a long sigh and rest your head on his shoulder. “But it’s all worth it, because I get to come home to an amazing system of men who love me.”

He rests his cheek on top of your head. “We love you, too, baby.”

“How about we go home and take a bath? Wind down from the day. Get naked and wet together.”

“Mm, two of my favorite adjectives.”

“Maybe we can add some other adjectives you like to that mix,” you chuckle, lightly checking his hip with yours.

Taking a turn off the path of the park, you hop on the sidewalk and make the short walk back to the flat, snuggling close in the old elevator as it drags its way up to the top floor.

“You want me to put on a kettle for tea or coffee or something?” you hum as you unlock the door, tossing your keys into the dish as you make your way in. “Or are we going to save all the warm water for—what are you doing?”

In your living room, Marc is perched down on one knee, a little open box in his hands as he looks up at me with his rich brown eyes.

“We were actually gonna do this next week,” Marc starts, his voice soft, the edges brimming with emotion. “But we thought this might be a really great way to end your birthday.”

“Baby . . .”

“(Y/N), I don’t think I need to begin to tell you how much we all love you. If I did, we’d be here for a hell of a long time, I’d loose feeling in my legs from the knee down, and you’d offer to help me walk over to the bed, just like how you are always there to help me and Steven and Jake with whatever comes up. You see us as whole people. You make us feel whole. You have the biggest, most caring heart that a person can have, and you love so selflessly . . .” Marc sniffles and furrows his brows as he tries to keep his cool. You take a few steps toward him, kneeling down and wiping his tears away with your thumbs.

“Marc,” you say softly, his name on your tongue dripping with emotions.

“We can’t imagine our lives without you in it, and we never want to,” Marc continues. “Will you marry us?”

“Of course,” you practically sob, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tight. He holds you back just as firm, neither of you saying a word. Marc is the one who eventually breaks the embrace, moving to take out the ring out of the box to slide it on your finger slowly.

“It’s a pink sapphire, but it looks purple, and you love purple—,” Marc starts.

“—and gold jewelry looks so lovely on your skin, cariño—,” Jake continues.

“—and it’s a vintage settin’ so there’s no ill-environmental effects,” Steven finishes. “Happy birthday, my love.”

“You guys are sure?” you sniffle, your teary eyes frantically scanning their faces. “Are you sure you guys love me? That this is what you want?”

“Mi corazón, where is this coming from?” Jake asks softly, brushing tears off of your cheek. “Of course this is what we want. We’ve never felt this way about anyone before. We only want you, amore.”

“It just doesn’t feel real. It feels like a dream.”

“It’s very real, love,” Steven says, gentle hands on your shoulders as he leans forward to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. “And you already said yes—there’s no take-backs.”

You let out a wet laugh as you move back in to kiss Steven—he always knows just what to say to bring a smile to your face.

“Well, I guess if there’s no take backs.”

As Steven leans forward to kiss you again, and you feel distinct shift just before we part, and you’re met once more with Marc.

“Is it still a yes?” he asks carefully.

“Of course it’s still a yes. I’ve got the three best guys in the world—why wouldn’t I want to make it official?”

Marc smiles brighter than you’ve ever seen in your life. He leans forward to kiss you once more, his arms wrapping around you tightly and picks you up, much to your surprise. The two of you continue to kiss as he walks you to the bed and lays you down on the mattress, only briefly parting from you to brush some stray hairs off of your face.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers, his forehead resting on yours, allowing you to feel his eyelashes brush your cheeks.

“I love you all so much,” you whisper. “Thank you for choosing me.”

Marc gingerly kisses the tip of your nose. “Forever and always.”

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lostalioth · 9 months

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

Marc spector x female reader💛

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

A bit angsty but mostly fluffy💗💗

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

𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 – 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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ooo hi!! can i request something with marc where he tells the reader a secret (any secret) while they're laying in bed together? just something cute and sweet and maybe a lil vulnerable, thank you!!

Forever Feels Like… (Marc Spector x reader)

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A/N: Heya lovely! Thanks for the ask, this is so pure ughhh. I added a little change but I hope you like this huhu <33 THIS GIF OF MARC LORD I WILL SIN HES SO BEAUTIFUL!! also THIS SONG UGH TAYLORRRRR

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One of your favourite things in the world was coming back home to a soft warm bed where no secrets are kept. It was a promise you made with the love of your life and he had intended to keep that promise, no matter how much the truth hurt. It was a difficult process, trying to get Marc to open up, but when he started doing it, he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he realized that if he ever had secrets he wouldn’t mind sharing them with you.

Today was a particularly cold night. The city below was exceptionally silent and it wasn’t hard to get cosy in bed. You had a book in your hands, mouthing the words as Marc dried his hair off from his late shower, lighting one of your favourite scented candles before climbing into bed. He crawled towards you and settled his head on your tummy, wordlessly placing your hand in his hair and you smiled down at him, letting your fingers lazily twist his damp locks.

The silence between the both of you was something of a luxury, rich and comfortable, a silence that made you feel like everything was going to be alright whenever he was by your side. Sometimes, one of you would punctuate the silence with something that the both of you would giggle about and when your peripheral caught Marc staring up at you, you knew it was his turn today.

“Do you ever just pretend like you are in a music video when you’re listening to music?” Marc whispered.

“Huh?” you were caught off guard with his statement and you sat up a little, confused.

“Uhhh, nevermind…” Marc reeled back and your heart almost stopped.

“No, no, wait, do you?” you stutter out before you could lose your husband to his own dilemmas.

After a long pause, you finally got an answer from Marc.

“Yes…”

Your mouth twisted into a grin as Marc hides his face in his hands. You caught a blush creeping up his face and your heart fluttered at his cuteness.

“Tell me how.” you whispered, letting your hands curl around his wrist, gently tugging his hands to expose his beautiful face.

“No.” he mumbled.

“Baby, come on, you can’t spring a secret on me like that and not dwell into it. You know I will never ever judge.” you felt Marc’s vulnerability pulling at your heartstrings.

Marc takes a deep breath as you lace your fingers with his, kissing his knuckles gently. He gets up from where he is laying down and changes his position, so that now he was facing you.

“Sometimes, I just close my eyes and let the music soothe everything and it means that I eventually forget all my troubles and fall into a dream world.” he whispers, his breath fanning your face with how close he was.

You nod, egging him on.

“It’s just me alone, in a world without people and it feels safe and comfortable.”

Marc used a lot of things to cope over the years. He had believed in himself and therapy had been slowly taking the edge off things. You were glad that your husband was getting all of the help that he needed. Often you would find him doing things that would make you smile.

He’d like to seem tough around you but in reality, he was a real softy who deserved the world. Sometimes you would catch him fast asleep with his headphones on, and when you leaned down to press a kiss onto his cheek, you would catch Taylor Swift’s beautiful voice, making you giggle at his choice of music. It was endearing, the way he would smile softly in his sleep and snuggle his nose into the pillow.

“Then when I met you, you kinda changed everything, because then, all the songs had you in it.”

His statement caught you way off guard now and your heart thudded in your chest furiously.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He smiled softly and you swore in that moment, you will literally do anything for him.

“Oh Marc…” you whispered, tracing your fingertips on the lines on his face.

“Winters here are cold and miserable but you make me feel warm and loved.” He whispers, his lips meeting yours softly.

Healing was something that was hard for Marc. The idea of mortality was so confusing for a man that had died and come back to life. When the songs started to sound like they had been written about you and him, Marc choose to believe that he needed to cherish his mortality, choosing to hand it to you instead because he knew that you were the only one he could trust it with.

“Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about you and I hate being a romantic but I guess it's ok since it’s you.” He sighs and you giggle.

“Says the man who lets me steal his favourite cookies.” you boop his nose and his face scrunches.

“You and me both know that the missing cookies are the work of elves.” Marc grumbles and you barked out a laugh before kissing his forehead. “Very sexy wifey elves.”

You used to dream of a man like this, one who would give you everything without a single question. You knew his love was genuine and he had so much love to give, so much so that it exhausted him. You searched hard for years but he turned up when you least expected him to and now here he was, this beautiful man, barring his secrets to you.

“I guess it’s my turn now huh, Spector?” you say, taking a deep breath and preparing yourself.

Marc nodded encouragingly into your chest where he had settled his head in. You gently wrapped your arms around him and held him close, twisting his hair between your fingers.

“Okay, mine has been a little thing I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. I’ve stopped wearing setting spray.” You sighed and Marc brought his head out of your chest and glared at you.

“Wait! Before you say anything, hear me out.” You say before Marc could berate you about that not being a real secret.

He nodded, snuggling back into your chest.

Marc had always been a big fan of the blush you wear. Everyday you thank the goddess called Selena Gomez and slowly press the cream foundation over your foundation. Marc always noticed when you wore it and would watch you with his head perched on his palms as you skipped around the kitchen making breakfast.

One day, you had forgotten to spray your setting spray and Marc kissed your cheek before you could say anything. When he pulled away, you noticed that the blush had transferred onto his lips, the light tinge of colour making your heart swell with happiness. He left to work like that before you could say a thing and from that day on, you decided to skip out on your setting spray.

“So yea, you’ve been going to work with my blush on your lips, babe.” you say finally and almost jumped when Marc began to laugh in your arms.

“I know.” Marc stuttered out between laughs.

“Huh?”

“Yea, I know, I’ve been doing it on purpose.” He raised his head to kiss your cheek with a big ‘MUAH!’

“You looked so cute the first time I did that to you, there was a small imprint of my lips on your cheek and I pretended not to notice, but I loved it. It just gave me a reason to come back and kiss you again and again.” he said, kissing you between sentences as you writhed and giggled under him.

“What god brought you to me?” You sighed, pressing your forehead to his.

“Weirdly, an Egyptian one.” Marc murmured.

“Ok, let’s not talk about big bird and summon him here.” you rolled your eyes at the thought of your husband’s ex employer.

“Mmhm, I’d most definitely wish to be alone now with my sweetheart.” Marc mumbled as his lips dropped to yours again and his arms curl around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

You relaxed into his touch, accepting every single path you had taken to get to this single moment. Your heart swooned as Marc hooked your legs behind him, his nose dragging gently along your neck.

Secrets had never tasted so good.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 4 months

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OMG PLS DO COCKWARMING W THE MOOMBOYS AAAAA. and why didnt u tell me that before 👿👿👿

- 🦅🇺🇸

NOW YOU’RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE🫡 baby I got a whole ass catalog (not really, it’s mainly steven lmao) thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

COCKWARMING WITH THE MOONBOYS

moonboys x female reader (not as the moon system)

warnings. 18+ only!! cockwarming, writers brainrot, mdni

cockwarming with marc:

im thinking it will all be very intense and passionate - his gaze would never leave yours, watching you with lidded and focused eyes. you'd be below him, back on the mattress with him above, his cock tucked nicely inside you. he'd have his hands cupped around your face, holding you close as you kiss - it would be slow and sloppy, kinda messy and deep, like a real nasty, carnal snog. he'd cage you to the bed, and you'd wrap yourself around him - hugging him like a bear on a tree. he'd swallow your moans and his own would vibrate your tongue. he wouldn't move - just holding you like that, his dick snug inside you. towards the end (before he starts to move) he'd perch between your thighs, keeping his cock glued inside, and would play with your clit - thumbing over it, using himself as a plug for you. he'd make you cum on his cock using just his thumb, and only then would he fuck you -neigh, make love to you- making you cum all over again

cockwarming with steven:

you'd be straddling him, his cock stuffed inside as you both come down. the side of your face would be nuzzled into the crook of his neck as he strokes over your back - soft, small, gentle circles on your heated skin. he'd be catching his breath, chest rising and falling as he evens out, muttering sweet praises beside your ear about how you're his sweet girl. he strokes over the back of your head too, palm gliding over your hair - holding you almost protectively. super comforting and sweet - lots of reassurance afterwards. maybe you both fall asleep, keeping his dick tucked inside as you drift into a light slumber

cockwarming with jake:

you'd both be on the sofa, you perched upon his thighs/ crotch, your back against his chest. he'd be mean with it, not moving - leaving you completely desperate for any kind of movement. he'd grip your waist/ wrap his arms around your middle - stilling you. he loves the way you twitch and tighten around him, like you're begging for more. he'd rest his chin on your shoulder, looking down at your pussy with him wedged so perfectly inside. (not sure the proportions would be correct, but oh well, just pretend) you'd be a leaking mess, all of your wet dripping down his cock, pooling around his balls, making a mess on the couch. he'd play with your tits from behind, groping and squeezing them, muttering in spanish about you being needy. he wouldn't fuck you until you reach your absolute wits ends - a crying, desperate, frustrated mess - quivering and whimpering, begging for him to move

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im gonna, uhm, yeah.. what? okay bye

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pimosworld · 5 months

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Stranger in my house

Pairing-Moon boys x F!reader ( Secretly Jake x f!reader) Marc Spector x f!reader/ Steven grant x f!reader

CW-18+,MDNI,Angst,Fluff,Insecurities, inaccurate depiction of DID, reader is semi aware of Jake. Protective Marc, Steven being sweet as always. Established relationship with Marc and Steven.

WK-1.6k

Summary-Snippets of a life where Jake struggles to stay in the shadows.

A/N- Dedicated to my moonknight babes. I have not forsaken you.

[Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

You notice him one day.

A year into your relationship and Marc is fed up with Steven and yours overflowing books on the floor of the flat. “We need another bookshelf.” He grumbles at your suggestion because he would just get rid of some if he had the choice.

That’s how you find yourself curled up on the couch with some tea and ironically a book while you watch Marc put together the new shelf you and Steven picked out.

It was ornate with cherry wood accents and came with a miniature ladder to help you reach the top shelf. You didn’t think it would be too complicated but it seems as Marc stares at the pages like they are ancient hieroglyphics, you may have caused a bit more of a headache than you intended.

He mutters something incoherent under his breath ‘déjeme ver’. You don’t bother to ask if he needs help when the scowl on his face deepens even further into an almost unrecognizable version of your boyfriend.

You glance up occasionally to watch the way his back strains against the tight black t-shirt, or the way his ass looks in his jeans when he bends over. Marc and Stevens movements are so unalike and yet even now the way he stands up and straightens as he rolls his neck is so unlike Marc.

You stop ogling to resume your book and find yourself several chapters in when you look up to see it finished. “Oh honey, it looks so good.”

The look he gives you when he turns around is more of a smirk of amusement. You glance down briefly to mark your page before standing from the couch to inspect his handy work. You don’t notice the way he’s watching you as you slide your hands along the smooth wood shelves. You grab a few of your favorite books that were piled on the floor and strategically place them in some specific secret order that no one but you is privy to.

You turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck, waiting for him to scoop you up as he usually does. His hands hover hesitantly at your waist and then he pulls you flush against him. You almost have no room to breathe as you chuckle lightly into his neck. You swear he smells your hair before he abruptly lets you go.

“Hi love, do you like the bookcase?” Your sweet Steven has a slightly wild look in his eyes as waits for your response.

“Of course I do, we picked it out together silly.” You lean in and kiss him on the cheek and he relaxes at your touch. “If you’re listening Marc, I love it, since you disappeared on me.”

“Right ya…Marc. He says you're welcome.”

****

You notice one day

You had spent all afternoon preparing a special dinner and dessert for Marc. The flat is adorned with candles and smells of fresh pasta and apple pie.

When Marc walks through the door you can see it written all over his face. He doesn’t say anything about you making his favorites because technically it’s not his birthday. It’s the day after.

You enjoy each other's company in comfortable silence as you wait for him to finish. He raises an eyebrow at you as you hand him a small box, unwrapped because then it’s not a birthday gift.

He opens it slowly to reveal his watch that broke months ago, the small hand ticking away right in front of his eyes.

You should thank her mate

She didn’t need to do all this for my birthday

Well it’s technically not anymore is it?

He doesn’t say anything but you decide to press on with your plan. Even if it’s not exactly the reaction you were expecting at the very least he’s not protesting it.

“I have one more thing.” You stand from the table and head to the kitchen to retrieve the apple pie on warm in the oven. To you it’s just a dessert, a non cake related dessert that just so happened to be his favorite. Steven helped you with the vegan crust because he was not about to let Marc have all the fun.

You return to the table with a slice and a fork to share. He stares at it for a moment and your heart sinks a little.

“I know what you’re going to say…”

He cuts you off before you can finish, he stands so suddenly it startles you. He kisses you slowly at first, savoring the way you moan into his mouth. His hand is on the back of your head and the other around your waist and it feels so different. It’s like you’re sending him off to war and this is the last kiss you’ll ever share. Your lungs burn from lack of air but you don’t want to be the first one to break.

He pulls away as you look up at him. His eyes are squeezed so tightly shut as he tries to catch his breath.

“Honey,look at me.”

His brow softens as he opens his eyes revealing that deep chocolate brown, with a look that could only adorn your sweet Stevens face.

“Thank you, love.”

****

It goes like this for a while. You noticing him…him noticing you.

You notice as You quirk your eyebrow at him in the kitchen when he picks out the tomato on his sandwich and drops it in the trash like it personally wronged him.

“I thought you liked those?”

He notices After a long day at work in shoes you know we’re too uncomfortable he picks up your feet and places them in his lap. He rubs them at first bordering on painful that settles into something soothing. His fingers brush the bottom of your feet and you flinch at the ticklish feeling. He tsks at you under his breath and you still your movements when you meet his unfamiliar eyes.

You notice When he doesn’t hear you enter the flat. He’s at the kitchen sink washing dishes, shirtless in those gray sweatpants you love. He’s humming some tune you’ve never heard as you place your things down and toe off your shoes. You didn’t mean to startle him as your cold hands met his side and he turned quickly knocking a glass off the counter.

“Mierda quédate ahí!” You don’t speak Spanish but you’re too stunned to move anyway. He grabs you with one arm around your waist and carries you like a duffel bag over to the couch away from the glass.

“Sorry love, clumsy me. I’ll get this cleaned up.” Steven doesn’t look at you as he grabs the broom from the closet.

****

He notices when he slinks in through the window in the early hours. It’s still dark outside as he strips himself of his moon knight clothes, the blood only distinguishable on his hands. As he slips past you to the shower he can see your shallow breaths while you lay out flat on the bed.

After a while you feel the bed dip beside you as you try to calm your breathing. He wraps his arm around you as he pulls your back flush to his chest. His breath is hot on your neck and you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you.

“You’re a terrible faker mi amor.” Your breath hitches in your throat as he speaks the words into your ear.

“You have to slow down your breathing if you want to pretend to be asleep.” His voice a low growl as he places his hand on your chest. You can feel him take slow deliberate breaths as you try to match the rise and fall of his chest. ‘así’

“This isn’t how you lay when you're asleep.” His hand leaves your body momentarily and you miss the heat of his touch. He grabs your thigh behind the knee and pushes it gently until it’s bent. His hand slowly guides you to your stomach while his other arm supports the weight of your head.‘es mejor’

He envelopes you under the blankets and it takes all your willpower not to roll him over and straddle him. You don’t even know him. He buries his face in your neck and sniffs again inhaling your scent. You’re practically skin to skin in your satin slip dress and his bare chest and boxers.

“Is this okay?” His voice barely above a whisper as you nod your head. His lips ghost over your back before he kisses your shoulder. It’s those soft sleepy kisses adorning your body until the real sleep claims you both.

****

You awake to the feel of cold sheets beside you as you feel around for him. A sliver of light hits the room from the bathroom door slightly ajar.

“I swear to god Jake, if you fuck this up.”

Jake -he has a name

It’s mostly Marc speaking idle threats as you listen in to a one sided conversation. Whatever his reservations may be, it's none of your business. You do know that he would never do anything intentionally to fuck this up.

Your boyfriend exits the bathroom still dressed only in his black boxers. “Love…we need to talk to you about something.”

He sits on the edge of the bed as he rubs circles on your legs under the sheets.

“I know.”

They knew…it’s why they can’t be mad when you finally talk about the stranger. You fell in love with him a long time ago. The one they tried to keep a secret. He no longer wanted to be kept in the dark. He loves you too much. This stranger in your house.

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Comments and reblogs are much appreciated

Dejeme ver-Let me see

Mierda quedate ahi-Shit stay there

Asi- just like that

Es mejor- that’s better

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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 2 months

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Ignore Me

Marc Spector x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Marc wants you to ignore him.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Let's file this under, we don't have time to unpack that.

Warnings: reader has tattoos, swearing, p in v sex, cream pie, vaginal fingering, Marc wanting to be ignored during sex as a kink, Marc saying some self-deprecating things about himself as a kink, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2130

“What’s this one for?” Marc lightly tapped the tattoo on your bicep with the tip of his nose and snuggled a little closer to you in bed, his chest against your back.

“Oh, that one?”

“Hmm.” He pressed his lips to the spot before he rubbed his cheek against you.

“That one gives me the ability to tell the future.” You say playfully.

Marc snorts, “oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod.

“Steven says that’s bullshit.”

You turn to look him in the face over your shoulder. “No way Steven would say that.”

“What? He swears all the time?” Marc grins.

“Yeah,” you can’t help but smile back, breaking your pretend outrage, “that’s true, but he’d say ‘that’s shit’, bullshit is too American.”

Marc chuckles and snakes his hand down to pinch your side a little, just enough to make you laugh and squirm. His other arm holds you tight against his body. “How would you like some American in you?”

You laugh harder. “Marc, that’s terrible.”

“You love it.” He kisses the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and purposefully bites down gently. Hard enough to make you squirm again and push back against his hardening cock.

“So,” he mumbles in your ear, “you gonna tell me the meaning behind this one or…?”

“Is that a threat Spectre?”

He grins again against your shoulder.

“I think you’re not actually interested in what it means.” You tease, purposefully scooting forward a little when he tries to grind against your backside.

Marc’s fingers twitch around you, his left hand going to your hip to hold you still, but you wiggle away from him.

“I think you’re preoccupied with something else.”

“What?” He tries his best to keep the amusement out of his voice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shifts closer to you again and you bend back, bowing outward so that he still can’t rut against you.

“Oh really?” You tease.

He growls playfully at you, pulling you back towards him with a gentle, but firm strength, until you are flush against his chest.

He silences your next teasing retort by swiftly sneaking his hand down the front of your pyjamas.

“Marc,” you moan, your voice hitching up at the end as he lightly pinches your clit. You press back against him, your legs instinctively inching wider.

“Oh, so now you wanna be close, huh?”

You give him a look over your shoulder accompanied by a frustrated grunt that earns you a chuckle and a kiss on the nape of your neck.

He rolls your clit slowly between his thumb and forefinger, adding just the right amount of pressure to have you keening and rocking back against his aching cock.

Marc gasps, letting out a low grumbily moan as you press against his sensitive tip. Precum is smearing against his stomach and soaking a wet patch into his boxers.

Despite how you push back against him, your movements starting to border on frantic as heat begins to build and build in your stomach, he keeps up his languid, tortuous pace. Often, he likes it best like this. Slow and drawn out to almost the point of pain until the dam breaks. Makes it feel like he’s useful, like he’s doing a good job. Frantically trying to hold himself together, gripping onto the last pieces of his self-control until pleasure pulls him down into blissful mindlessness.

He dips the tip of his forefinger lower, just teasing at your entrance before sliding back up as he muffles his moans at your wetness into your bare shoulder.

But it seems you have other ideas.

You turn your head, just enough to give him a messy kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, the glide of your lips on his own quickly pulls a desperate moan from his chest. You hook your fingers into your waistband and pull your pyjamas down, kicking them off the last bit of the way.

He growls as you press back against him and sneak your hand back to stroke him twice over his boxers, revelling in his little whimpered shiver, before you slide under the material and eagerly run your fingers over his hard, velvet length.

His grip tightens on your waist for a moment before he moves closer, plunging two fingers inside of you in one quick motion.

You gasp in surprise as he strokes your walls, pleasure blossoming along your spine.

Marc moans against your shoulder, nipping and biting softly at your skin as he muffles himself. “So wet… fuck…” He bucks mindlessly against you for a second, focusing completely on the feel of you squeezing around his thick fingers and your little whimpered groans as you press your face into the pillow.

His caress is dizzying, maddening as he purposefully goes the smallest fraction slower than what you want, what you need. Obsessed with seeing you writhe and beg for him.

“Marc, please,” You buck up against him, grabbing hold of his arm to try to keep him at the angle that makes you see stars.

He groans low, lightheadedness washing over him as you beg and his dick twitches. “Baby, please can we…” He bites his lip, screwing his eyes closed and he swallows down what he wants to say, hoping you were too caught up in your own pleasure to have heard him.

But even as your hips move and breathing hitches you turn to look at him over your shoulder. “What do you need?”

He sinks his teeth into his lip harder and shakes his head ever so slightly.

“Marc,” the low, desperate edge to your voice makes him whine.

“Can you ignore me?” He blurts out, heat rising to his cheeks and blistering his skin.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

You slow your hips, halting his hand's movements and Marc wants to go find a ditch to bury himself in, but your sweet voice makes him open his eyes.

“Ignore you?” There’s no judgement, but he still hides his face and presses his forehead against your back.

“Hmmm.”

“Sweetheart,” you stroke his hair. “Tell me please.”

He breathes a heavy sigh against your skin before blurting out. “Can you ignore me while I fuck you for as long as you can?”

You smile, “you’d like that?”

There’s a little spark of hope in his chest that makes his dick throb. “Yes.” He whispers.

“Okay. How do you want me?”

Marc moves quicker than you thought possible and you almost laugh at his eagerness, but stop yourself from fear that he would take it the wrong way.

He carefully positions you on the bed, on your stomach with a pillow under your hips to prop them up slightly. He leans over you for a second, softly placing his hands on your thighs and spreading them slightly. A shiver of anticipation runs up your spine.

But he quickly stops, leaning to the side and taking your book off the bedside table. “Could you, erm, read this? Or pretend to read it?”

The uncertainty in his voice is so sweet, gentle, like a fine dusting of snow. You nod as you take the book out of his hands and turn to a random, previously read, page.

“Thank you,” he mutters and kisses your shoulder blade before trailing down your back and pressing his lips against every tattoo he can reach.

Marc waits for a moment apprehensively, just watching you read, taking in the way you have propped yourself up a little so that you can easily hold the book, before he pulls off his boxers and takes himself in hand.

He tries to be as quiet as moves between your legs, spreading them over so slightly wider as he slowly runs his hand along his dick and just teases at his slit with the tip of his thumb. But he can’t stop his breath from hitching as he sees your arousal shining in the weak light.

He swallows and inches forward on his knees, gradually leaning down to run the head of his cock through your soaking folds.

He feels your shiver, the way your muscles instinctively clench around him, but you stay silent, your eyes glued to the words on the page even though for the life of you, you can’t focus on what you are seeing.

Carefully Marc notches his fat tip at your entrance, breathing through his nose as he painstakingly slowly pushes inside.

Your walls squeeze around him, pulling him further in and welcoming him home. And he can’t stop the gasp of pleasure that tumbles out of his lips. He grabs your hip, just to steady himself, just to focus as the pleasure twists so tightly in his stomach.

He glances at the back of your head for a second, biting down hard on his bottom lip to control himself as he bottoms out.

You turn the page and carry on pretending to read.

Marc whines, his arousal making him lightheaded and can’t resist any longer. He slowly pulls out before pushing himself back in, leaning down so that his right hand rests on the mattress while his left still holds your hip.

The pace is moderate, at first. The only sounds are the slick wetness as he steadily fucks you, punctuated by his little gasps and moans that he tries so hard to swallow down.

He changes the angle on each trust, trying to find the perfect spot.

Your grip tightens on the book as he hits it, your thighs clenching, back arching ever so slightly. But you bite your teeth together and manage somehow to stop your cry of pleasure.

Marc shivers as your body reacts but you don’t, a low and pathetic whine grumbling out from his throat as he increases his thrusts and focuses on that spot. On hitting it perfectly every time. He can feel you shake, the smallest shift as you push back against him ever so slightly, trying to stop yourself from going too far. All to indulge him. And his resolve snaps.

He moans loudly, thrusting up into you hard and moving your thighs further apart so he can watch himself disappearing into your tight, wet heat.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” he can’t stop himself now, can’t help the words from spilling out. “Fuck, you don’t even know I’m here, do you? Don’t even care that I’m fucking you, because,” he gasps as you clench around him, “because I’m so small you can’t even tell,” he starts thrusting rapidly, pounding into you and you see stars, “can’t even,” he moans loudly, his voice dissolving into a whiney needy breathy mess, and for some reason a sharp spark of arousal slides along your skin. “I can’t even make you cum, I can’t-”

You moan loudly, your pretence of reading the book abandoned as you can’t hold back any longer as he continuously hits so perfectly deep. The force of his thrusts rock you against the pillow under your hips, dragging your clit across the cotton and making you scream.

“Oh shit!” Marc’s grip on you tightens, his eyes rolling back in his head as you clench and gush around him, your orgasm being ripped ruthlessly from your bones as he fucks you perfectly.

“Baby, fuck,” he cums inside, filling you up to the brim. His hips keep moving, fucking you through your orgasm even as overstimulation prickles along his skin and makes him whine.

It’s only when you reach back and grab his hand, pulling him towards you that he finally stops and collapses on top of you.

He quickly goes to move to the side, but you squeeze his hand. “Stay here.”

“I’m not squashing you am I?”

You shake your head. “Feels comfy.”

He chuckles and kisses your cheek. You can still tell he’s leaning slightly on his left arm and leg, not wanting to put his whole weight on you.

A little awkwardly you manage to coax him into relaxing on top of you.

“Was that…” he swallows nervously as he traces the tattoo on your ribs. “I hope that was okay for you…”

You smile. “I didn’t know your dick was so small I couldn’t even feel you.”

He groans a little and buries his head into your neck, but he’s chuckling.

You pause for only a second before you continue. “I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I liked that you were all whiney.”

He snorts.

“I didn’t know you liked that.”

“Liked what?” He asks.

“Being ignored.”

“Oh… I don’t know.” He pauses. “It’s just… it’s like I can’t control anything, that what I do doesn’t matter so I just have to let go?”

You nod and squeeze his hand.

“Would you… be up for doing it again maybe?”

You turn just enough so that you can kiss his face. “Of course.”

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phantomspiderr · 1 year

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Happy Birthday, Marc

Pairing: Marc Spector x afab!reader & Steven Grant x afab!reader

Word Count: 3k+

Summary: You think birthdays are something important, a chance to celebrate your favourite person, to give them anything they want and make them feel good. And maybe Marc will look forward to his birthday from now on.

Warnings/Tags: 18+ smut bby, unprotected p in v, fingering, a little manhandling, it's fluffy i'm ngl, use of the nicknames baby & sweetheart

a/n: besties i'm ngl i'm exhausted and i've probabaly missed things in order just to post this cause I started writing it like a week ago and just got the urge to finish it. So i'm sorry if i'm missing tags and stuff, let me know if there's things missing. But I hope you like it anyways, love you, appreciate you and now i'm going to sleep

“Marc,” it comes out in a breathy whisper and your lips are pressed back to his skin before you’re even finished drawing out his name. For once, by some miracle, you’d woken up before your boyfriend so it was only right to wake him in the best way you know how. It was also just coincidentally his birthday and you think today should be all about him and things that make him feel good.

Continuing at your slow pace, you place kisses on his cheek, moving down to his jaw and then his neck. If he was awake he’d call you a tease, especially with the way you’re straddling his waist, and definitely for your choice of clothing—or lack thereof. You’d maybe went online and bought yourself a cute, new underwear set and maybe you’d planned to buy it the week before Marc’s birthday. Now, you just have to hope it will be Marc fronting when he wakes, not that you’d complain if it was Steven or Jake.

You call his name again, hoping that will somehow unconsciously pull him to front as you gently tug on the neckline of his tshirt so you can press kisses to his collarbone. Your hands move delicately against his skin too, lightly brushing over his arms or holding his face and they sneak under the hem of his shirt to feel the relaxed muscles there.

“Baby.” This time his body stirs a little, a deep, quiet groan escaping him. A smile creeps its way onto your face as you sit back to admire him. He looks so pretty like this, hair all tousled against the pillow and face completely relaxed, the frown lines that seem like a permanent feature faded with sleep.

Your hands are still resting under his shirt against his stomach, slowly creeping higher before coming back down. His body begins to wriggle every time your featherlight touch runs across his sides and a giggle bubbles in your throat when he half-heartedly swats your hands away. Mercifully you stop your hand's cruel pursuit and go back to pressing tender kisses to his neck. You quietly call out for Marc again between kisses and this time he shifts more, the quiet groans turning more into little whines. The sounds only spur you on more, holding his chin in your hand so you can switch sides. Your ministrations continue until you feel his hands anchor themselves on your hips. He’s pushing you down more into his lap, the contact forcing a whimper out of you.

You keep his face delicately held in your hand and go back to kissing his cheek. His hands start moving up your sides, shivers running up your spine at the movement.

“Well this is some way to wake up,” his voice is groggy and any other time you’d smile and egg him on to talk more until the rough tone faded but it’s not the voice you’d hoped for. You physically deflate, your head briefly sinking into the pillow over his shoulder before you sit up again. Fighting the urge to quietly moan when you accidentally grind against him.

“What’s wrong, love?” The sweet British accent you’d normally swoon for only causes your pout to grow. Upon your withdrawal from him, Steven’s eyes had shot open, the creases between his eyebrows harsh again.

“I was hoping for Marc,” you sound like a spoilt child. You know that’s not how it works, you can’t just request who you want at that moment. And anyway, you love all of the boys equally so it shouldn't matter. Never do you want one of them to feel inferior to the others but the quiet oh that leaves Steven has you panicked you’ve done just that. “No! I didn’t mean I don’t want you, Steven! I want you, trust me. It’s just… it’s silly. I wanted to do something for Marc because it’s his birthday.” Your voice dies out before you even finish. You’re looking everywhere but into his eyes and suddenly you wish you had more clothes on to cover up.

“Oh love,” Steven props himself up on his elbows, fingertips just grazing your knees. “You know how Marc feels about his birthday.”

The more seconds that pass the more silly you feel for trying to do anything.

“I know.” It comes out meekly, your eyes fixed on your hands that pick at the threads of Steven’s old shirt.

“Hey,” suddenly Steven sits up, his hands soothingly cupping your cheeks and your gaze moves straight to his face, “if this is what you do for Marc’s birthday, well then I can’t wait for mine.”

Your face cracks, the sad exterior fading the longer you look at Steven's cheery features. The man seems to have a way of always making things better.��

“You know,” his eyes flicker to your lips only for a moment, “just because Marc’s not here doesn’t mean you have to stop.” Steven's rare boldness always surprises you, “it’d be a shame to waste all of this.” He leans back just a little so he can rake his eyes over your body, his hands moving down to your waist and pressing you impossibly closer. It causes you both to let out a satisfying sigh.

“You do have a point…” you let your own eyes trail down his body as your hands slowly pull up the hem of his shirt, exposing more of him. You quickly grow impatient with your own actions, tugging his shirt up and instinctively Steven raises his arms so you can pull it off. You’re both moving in the second his shirt is off, lips crashing against one another in a hasty, messy kiss. You’re sinking further into his hold as his hands grip onto you for dear life. It’s completely impulsive when you grind yourself down in his lap. It clearly takes Steven by surprise because his head falls back and a low grunt escapes him. You do it again, this time placing a kiss on his jaw and he holds you down, one of his arms wrapped securely around you. He’s back to looking at you and already he’s wrecked, panting, and disheveled. Still, even in his tight grip you manage to roll your hips, the friction feels so good and you crave more of it.

“Right, as pretty as this is, take it off now.” He snaps the elastic of your underwear causing you to squeal and jerk in his lap again. It’s ungracious and desperate the way you climb out of his lap and tug your underwear down your legs. It seems Steven’s just as desperate as he awkwardly pulls off the sweatpants he’d slept in until he’s completely naked.

Steven looks into your eyes with pure adoration, his hands touching your thighs delicately as you settle back in his lap. You sit back on his thighs and Steven’s hands curl around to rub your back. He even blushes and has to look away when you hold his face and smile at him, a glimpse at the sweet Steven you’re used to. His head rests on your collarbone and automatically your hand slips around into his hair, gently combing through the wild curls. The soft moment has you relaxing in his hold so much so your body flinches when Steven’s hand unexpectedly grazes the inside of your thigh. Then he has you gasping in seconds, his fingers running through your soaked folds. His movements have your body rising, almost like it’s trying to get away from his touch. The hand in his hair tightens, especially as he begins to circle your clit, and your other hand grips his shoulder so much your fingers ache. The stimulation is enough to have you breathily moaning already then he’s raising his head to look at you with that dopey grin before he pushes two fingers into you, causing your jaw to drop. There’s a welcome sting before your senses are steeped in pleasure. Steven’s fingers build a pace slowly, his thumb now brushing against your clit each time he sinks into you.

Steven looks at you like you’re the pyramids like you’re some unexplained wonder in the world that very few people get to experience. The eye contact becomes too intense that you have to close your eyes and your head instinctively rolls back. You allow the pleasure to consume you, your hips now grinding against his hand and whimpers of his name filling the room. You’re so lost in the growing feeling of your climax creeping closer that you don’t hear him speak, let alone hear the change in accent or the way his grips got a little tighter. It’s only when you feel a sharp bite to the top of one of your breasts that your head snaps back down with a yelp.

“Look at me.” That thick Chicago accent is prominent in your ears now. “Keep your eyes right here, sweetheart,” and he smirks when you dumbly nod your head.

“Marc.” You’re panting now as he moves a little faster and rougher than Steven had. It’s his turn to be impatient, he’s trying desperately to use speed and more force to pull your orgasm out of you quicker. It takes a second for your body to adjust to the change but then you’re crying out for him, begging him to keep going. Your hand's can't stay still, they keep moving to touch him anywhere; his shoulders, his back, his neck, and then they finally rest on his face. Your fingers dig into his cheek and his jaw and you keep your eyes on him like you were told.

“That’s it,” he hits the perfect spot that has you squeezing around his fingers, “just a little more baby.” Marc keeps his speed steady now, using his arm that's wrapped around you to assist in grinding your hips. Your head’s spinning now, your heart thudding in your chest and you can’t think straight. Now, you’re kissing him or at least trying to between cries of pleasure. Marc chuckles as you gasp and clutch onto his shoulders when he ceases movement of his fingers. He continues to rock your hips and instead moves his thumb faster against your clit. Your forehead is pressed against his, your eyes are screwed shut and you’re climbing higher until you’re plummeting off the edge.

“Couldn’t miss this,” Marc’s taking advantage of your hazy state, nuzzling himself into your neck, “gods I can’t wait baby. I need you now.”

Your mind is still somewhere in the clouds, not really comprehending what he’s saying but you’re nodding. You trust him enough to let him do anything to you.

Marc’s moving eagerly, his soaked fingers slip out of you which causes a whimper to escape you. You’re pretty much a dead weight, your body feeling too heavy to move but that doesn’t stop Marc. He moves you like you weigh nothing and you let him manhandle you, flipping you over onto your back so he can be on top.

“I love you so much, baby.” You’re smiling up at him when he says it, head still all floaty. He looks so ethereal like this, his eyes focused on his hand that’s now stroking himself. His toned chest heaving quicker now. “So lucky to have you,” his free hand pushes one of your thighs down, exposing you more to him. Normally you’d hate being this exposed, you’d want to cover up and hide yourself away but Marc looks at you like you’re it. You’re everything he’s ever wanted or needed like he would physically wither away without you.

It’s different from the way Steven looks at you, everything about Steven is gentle and soft but Marc’s more meticulous and complex. Marc’s gazes say more than he thinks he can articulate, his eyes always full of love whenever he looks at you. Only in truly intimate moments like this does he let his guard down enough to be able to share all those feelings that swim around in his head.

“Need you, baby.” Your eyes fall shut when he drags the tip of his cock through your folds, quiet whimpers flowing past your lips as he slowly pushes himself in. Your hands loosely cling to the sheets and unconsciously you’re bearing down your hips toward him, unexpectedly forcing him deeper. Marc’s hand slams down on the mattress next to you, a curse sharply coming out of him. You open your droopy eyes to see he’s closer now, leaning over you completely with his furrowed brow and tense features. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, Marc seems to have this power to make you feel fuzzy no matter what.

“Hey,” you’re blinking up at him the second you hear his voice, “look at me.”

It’s not a command like the last time he said it, no, it’s more like a plea. He wants you to look at him like he’s the only person to ever exist, or that he’s the best person to exist and you do. You look at him as if it’s the last time you could lay your eyes on him, soaking up every detail and trying to portray all of the love you feel for him.

Your hand moves up to hold his face again, the other finding purchase on his side. You raise your head just enough so you can kiss him, it’s only brief but a smile creeps across his face. Marc lowers himself to rest on his elbow so he can kiss you again, over and over while he slowly starts to rock his hips. The gentle pecks quickly turn fervent as his thrusts pick up their pace. He’s not going too fast but it’s consistent and deliberate. His free hand lovingly rubs the outside of your thigh that’s crept up to encase his hips.

You can feel the familiar tightening warmth already blooming again. The hand that was cupping his face moves into his hair. The messy curls slip through your fingers as you pull him impossibly closer.

“I-I need-ah-I love-“ you can’t even form a coherent sentence. You want to tell him that you need him, that you love him, that he is truly all you’ll ever want. You’d planned all these things you wanted to say to him, how exactly you wanted to pour out all the good things he makes you feel. You wanted to make him feel loved, to maybe replace some of those bad memories he holds with new happy ones. You were supposed to be the one making him feel good and here you are an intelligible mess because of how well he’s treating you.

“I know-I know, baby.” He’s breathing so hard, panting from exertion. The hand that’s resting on your thigh holds on a little firmer, a sign he’s found a rhythm that works for him. Marc kisses you again, it’s surprisingly tender for the situation you’re currently in. It is however cut off quickly when he lets up the prettiest sound. His forehead thuds against your shoulder, a mixture of moans and grunts freely falling past his lips. It drives you insane in the best way possible, you think maybe you could get off on that sound alone.

“Hey-hey, look at me. Look at me.” You’re almost whispering, practically sounding like you’re begging. You tap your fingers against his head to grab his attention more. He’s a sight to be seen when he lifts his head, half-lidded eyes and lips parted and heaving in air. Loose curls flopped against his forehead and the crease between his eyebrows is so prominent now. You don’t care about anything other than the way he looks right now. You don’t care how many times you get to see him like this, you want to memorise every single time.

Marc stutters on his words, his mind clearly just as muddled as yours. You can tell his body is tiring despite his hips moving faster as he chases his climax. Your body feels frozen pressed against his, you can only cling onto him. You squeak out his name as the hand on your thigh tightens, almost certain there’ll be fingerprints imprinted there for the rest of the week.

Suddenly, he’s mumbling out the sweet nicknames he calls you, his face screwing up even as he fights to keep his eyes on you. Then it’s sweeping him under, his energy spikes and he thrusts a little harder. His orgasm washes over him completely, you catch his eyes slightly rolling back as they close before his head falls back against your shoulder again. His hips keep moving as he cums, slowing the longer he goes until he just stops moving completely. Your hand moves out of his hair to soothingly rub his back as he comes down from his high. You can feel his breath panting against your collarbone, his chest heaving still. You turn your head so you can press a kiss into his hair, whispering words of love into the dark curls.

“I’m sorry.” Your face instantly scrunches when you hear the apology, waiting to hear the reason why. “I couldn’t miss this. I needed you so bad.” You laugh once before pausing and doing it again until you’re full-on giggling. Marc lifts his head with that same furrow of his brows for a different reason this time. “What?”

“This was for you,” his eyebrow cocks up a bit at that. His eyes just briefly glancing down at your chest, still covered in the nice-looking lingerie. Your hand slips back to hold his cheek again, your thumb rubbing back and forth lovingly as you look up at him. “I wanted to do something special for your birthday. I know it’s silly and we don’t-“

“Oh we’re doing this every year now,” Marc’s smirking at you now and the insecurity is flushed out of you, “however you’re gonna have to make it up to Steven.”

“Me?!”

“Poor guy’s a mess, you can’t just leave him in that state sweetheart.” He laughs when you begin protesting that it’s not your fault. Marc’s chuckles die out as he looks down at you smiling up at him. Your heart thumps in your chest still when he looks at you. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together they all still have a way of making you feel giddy with just one look. You push up unexpectedly to kiss him briefly, your head falling back against the pillows so you can look at him again.

“Happy birthday, Marc.”

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lizzie-is-here · 1 year

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lonely is a man without love- series masterlist

summary: you’re an ex-black widow, now working with the avengers. and marc spector, a soldier gone vigilante, is your target. so who’s this steven guy, and what’s up with the giant skeleton bird?

relationships: moon boys x fem!reader

total wordcount: 20k

warnings: violence, language, episode five, specific warning listed in each part

ALSO I’M DELETING LAYLA I’M SORRY I LOVE HER TOO BUT I FOR THE SAKE OF THE FIC I MUST

this series is complete!

[pictures aren’t mine]

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

part i- the mission

“and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.” -mahmoud darwish

you head to britain to begin your most recent assignment: to find the vigilante marc spector.

part ii- the scarab

“the moon taught me there is beauty in darkness too” - marine ashnalikyan

steven gets arrested, there’s a cult, and apparently, a magic bug. how did you get roped into this?

part iii- cairo

“i am a deserted sky, and you are the moonlight” - manoj muntashir

arthur harrow causes more problems

part iv- the hunt

“the moon in me finds the sky in you” - dikshasuman

a bit of breaking and entering, a touch of mummy surgeons

part v- the boat

“we are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side” - kahlil gibran

grave robbing and a shootout lands you in a bit of trouble. ok, i guess being dead is a lot of trouble

part vi- fault

“someday someone will bring the moon down for you in the shape of their love” - dikshasuman

a dive into the past to save the future

part vii- choice

“hug me like the night holds the moon” - alexandra vasiliu

two resurrections that could arguably give that jesus dude a run for his money

part viii- home

“love you to the moon and to saturn” - taylor swift

you come back from your mission with a little more than you expected. namely, a boyfriend.

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockley #khonshu #arthur harrow #steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector x fem!reader

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dont-feel-so-good-peter · 2 years

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

[𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Word count: 12K+

Tag: @moonnaught

Note: I’m sorry for not posting my life became hectic and many family members were in the hospital. I’ll try my best to write this week.

— EVERY COUPLE ARGUES. In every relationship, some ups and downs happened. Some issues become fixed and other problems are left to be unsolved. As with many problems in a relationship, this particular has been left unsolved. The problem with Marc Spector and Jake Lockley was that they were very closed-off people. But since you were originally Marc's wife, Marc fronted most of the time to spend with you but it's been a year since he's become Moon Knight, he didn't like talking about it with you.

Or talked about his emotions in general. And it seemed like every argument was a full circle because of that issue. You would gently try to ask him what's wrong then he would brush it off saying it's nothing. You would plead with him asking him to tell you what's wrong then somehow, along the way of begging turns into a screaming match.

If anything, the same routine of the same problem was getting exhausting. You would storm out of the shared apartment and leave for a couple of hours. Or lock yourself in the bathroom to cry because all you want to do is help Marc.

But it seems like every time you try with him, another screaming match occurred as Marc and Jake who were taking turns between fronting in the body, slamming the cabinets as you stood a far distance away from him. "Please, just tell me what's going on!" You shouted trying your best not to flinch with each slam of the cabinet as Jake was looking for a particular item that you hid away just for them to talk to you.

You knew the item that you hid away was important to their mission but you wanted them to talk to you about what was going on. "I don't have time to tell you what's going on!" Marc shouted this time as he slammed another cabinet, turning around to face you. "This mission is far too important. Just give me what I need!"

"Just tell her what's going on. You're scaring her." Steven pleaded from the window's reflection watching you flinch from his loud tone.

Marc ignored him. He always ignores Steven because Steven was the one who always patched the relationship up. Honestly, if Steven wasn't there, Marc believes that the marriage would have ended years ago but yet; you still remain.

Marc wasn't sure if you still remained because of Steven or you just couldn't leave the relationship. He saw how your eyebrows would wrinkle together as tears glisten in your eyes with each argument. He knew he pushed you away every single day, his reason was simple. He was afraid of getting close to someone; to show vulnerability.

Marc purposely self-sabotage every relationship he ever had because of his mother. His mother's words still lingered in the back of his head no matter how much he pushed away the memories and tried to erase them from his mind; she was always there. And for that reason, it was hard to get close to anyone.

Especially the one he loves the most; you.

But how could he tell you about being Moon Knight? You were the only thing good in his life no matter the numerous times he pushed you away, screamed back at you; caused this rift in the relationship that was slowly tearing you away from him. You were that balance that Marc needed, it was fucked up in a way because he knew he held onto this toxic relationship. The toxic relationship he created but it was addictive to come home to someone who still remained.

Marc knew you deserved better; of course, he knew this, but he felt in a way that he deserved something good in his life. He couldn't imagine you with someone else, it felt selfish to have you remain here with him, unhappy. He wanted to change but that lingering voice of his mother is what caused this rift of forever never having a stable relationship with anyone.

You shakily stepped forward but remained your distance away from him. "Please, just. . .just tell me what's going on, Marc." You pleaded as your eyes trickled with tears. "I. . .I know this mission is important but I'm always worried for you. I stay up at night never knowing if you're going to come back. I stay up wondering if you're dead or not."

"I never fucking asked you to worry about me." Marc harshly replied, stomping towards you. His brood figure towered over you, his dark eyes peering at you. "I never ask you to stay up at night wondering where I'm at. I'm fine. Now, tell me, where is the damn map?"

You narrowed your eyes at him as tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Marc's heart ached seeing the same tears that were resulted from his anger. Not every day was it that you cried, only the days when Marc had to leave. On the days he didn't have to leave, those were the moments that made it worth staying but quite frankly, you were getting mentally exhausted.

Exhausted from crying, worrying about your husband. Wondering almost every night if he was going to be alive but here he was asking you to not worry. From when he became Moon Knight, before all of that; you were in a good relationship with him. It may have not been the best but ever since he became Moon Knight; everything changed.

You didn't know why you stayed with Marc. Truly, it was hard to say. Perhaps you saw yourself in him. Afraid to be alone, afraid to endure the loneliness, and afraid to show yourself to anyone. You thought those types of thoughts were in the past when he saved you from being kidnapped. He was hired to save you and through that crazy journey, you connected with him but for the past year, it seems that connected broken to almost nothing.

Almost.

Almost because you still had hope. But you were almost at your breaking point as well with him. "The map is on the bookshelf, hidden behind my romcom section." You muttered quietly. Wiping the tears with the back of your hand, you step aside from Marc.

Marc quickly walked to the bookshelf and carefully put your book aside to find the map that he stole a few days ago for Khonshu. He found the worn-out map quickly and stuffed it in his pocket. He placed back your books in the right order and turned around seeing you standing there with a blank expression.

How did everything turn out so shitty? Marc could blame everyone else for what has happened to the relationship. His mother to creating a series of problems like his mental illness, and his lack of understanding of how to care for another person properly and healthily. How to process his emotions in a way that doesn't harm himself or others. Or he could blame Khonshu who created this person he hated and used him as a puppet.

He could blame the world for giving him an unfair life. But in reality, his choices come to him. His behavior came down to him. Steven would always tell Marc how he could go to therapy to change his toxic and unhealthy behavior but Marc was afraid. His fear was affecting everything in his life. He could only blame himself for not changing.

And he does blame himself because of the expression on your face. Usually, you would be crying and begging him to stay home with you. To be safe with you and not go anywhere else but here you stood. Emotionless and uncaring. Perhaps you were at your breaking point where you didn't care for him anymore. And that was on him.

"You know," you began with a harsh chuckle. "I didn't think the relationship would have got to this point. And you're right. You never asked me to care for you but you asked me to marry you. And that meant I would care for you once I said yes."

Your finger and thumb twirl the ring around your finger as you slid the ring off. Marc's heart sunk seeing the ring between your fingers. This was it, this was your breaking point. "But each time you put on that costume, I always worry but I won't anymore." You stride towards him, harshly grabbing his wrist. Forcing his hand open, you shoved the ring in his hand. "I'm not divorcing you but I won't wear that ring anymore. You're not the man I married, Marc. You're a stranger. Blame whoever you want about our downfall but you can only blame yourself. I blame myself for many reasons but I won't be part of this toxicity anymore. I'm done."

You turned around and walked away from him. His eyes bore on the back of you. His heart rammed against his chest as he blinked rapidly. His eyes peered down to the ring. The shimmering golden ring had a carving on it. Together forever, my love

"Marc. . ." Steven muttered from the nearest reflection. His heart aches at the situation.

Marc sniffled, holding back his tears as his fingers curled around the ring. His face went blank as he slipped the ring inside of his pocket and turned around. "Marc, you could fix this," Steven said from the passing reflections on the wall. "I know you want to!"

"No, leave her be," Jake spoke up as Marc curled his fingers around the door knob. "She deserves better than us. All we ever do is fight with her. It's better to leave now and come back later."

"No, I disagree," Steven argued. "Marc. I know you love her. You can make this right."

Marc shook his head as his eyes softened at the door. "No, Jake is right. All I ever do is mess everything up. All I ever do is push people away. This is my fault, it was inevitable." Marc whispered. "It's too late to try anymore."

Marc opened the door, his head jerked to see if you were standing there. To have any last hope that you didn't mean what you said but nothing. The apartment was silent. And Marc left with that silence.

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You sat on top of the bathroom's sinks marble counter. The cool countertop stimulated your nerves as the hammering of your heart didn't ease. Your finger felt empty without the ring that was given to you by Marc. Never once you took the wedding ring off your finger, never after a fight but this time, it was different.

You had to take it off to show how serious this problem was to Marc and Jake. You only found out about his alters a few months ago. Steven was the better pleasant one than Jake because Jake was similar to Marc. Always hiding something because they're scared to show their true selves.

The argument between Jake was still fresh in your mind because it happened yesterday. It almost seemed like you couldn't get a break. Whether it was Jake arguing with you or Marc; there was always something.

| YESTERDAY |

Jake's heavy footsteps echoed through the apartment causing you to stir in your sleep. The groggy feeling slowly disappeared as you rapidly blinked away the blur of your sleeping state. Your eyes darted to the nearest clock and the time read 5:37 AM. It wasn't the latest time Jake ever came home, you were more surprised he came home at all.

Usually, he's gone for days but this time, he came home early for once. Stretching off the couch, you crossed your arms underneath the blanket. "Jake?" You called out softly watching him shuffle around the kitchen possibly looking for something to eat.

At first, he didn't answer. His shoulders were tense as his hands stopped mid-reach towards a cabinet. "What are you doing up?" Jake gruffly questioned.

You could barely see him through the dark. You decided to get up, carefully wrapping the blanket closer to your body as your bare feet padded across the apartment to find the light switch. "Don't turn on the light," Jake said from the kitchen but your finger flicked the switch.

You squinted your eyes from how bright the light illuminated the apartment. You heard more shuffling from the kitchen as you walked over there. You let out a soft gasp as your brows wrinkled together. "Jake." You muttered worriedly.

From the side of him, you could see a bandage on his nose as his nose was bloody and bruised purple. Small cuts formed on his cheek and litters of other small wounds across his forehead. "Go back to bed," Jake demanded as he continued to pull out his favorite snack to munch on.

"How can I go to bed when you come home looking like this?" You said incredulously. It was terrifying seeing Jake coming home with wounds like this as if he just let the other guys punch him. As if he didn't care to take a hit.

"I'm fine." Jake merely replied, he didn't turn around to look at you. He was hiding something but Jake was always hiding something. And you could tell he was hiding that something but he was refusing to look over at you. His shoulders were more tensed than usual. His tone had more sharpness and roughness as if something happened.

"What's wrong?" You softly asked.

"It's none of your business!" Jake suddenly shouted, firmly slamming his snack against the counter causing you to flinch as he turned around. That's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were bloodshot red as if he's been recently crying. The tears stained his cheek as his eyes were heavy with regret.

Your lips curled into a frown as you stepped closer to him. "Jake." You reached out to comfort him but he slapped your hand away. It wasn't a harsh slap but it made your chest clench from the hurt. Even with that hurt, you reached out still and grasp his sleeve instead. "What happened?"

Jake was silent for a moment. His eyes were averted from yours as he let out a harsh chuckle. "I went out on patrol and. . ." He sucked in a sharp breath as he shook his head. "And. . . There was a fire but some guys had me occupied. There were too many guys and I heard a kid crying for help in the burning building. I tried to get to the kid but. . ."

Jake didn't need to finish his sentence. You understood that he couldn't save the kid and that was feeling tremendously guilty for not being able to save the kid. Marc told you about what happened to his little brother so you could imagine how Jake felt about not being able to save the kid in the burning building. It was the same guilt from him not being able to save Randall.

"Oh, Jake." You said sympathetically. "It's not your fault. I understand how you feel."

Jake shook his head as he glanced at you with his jaw tightened. "No, it is my fault. You wouldn't understand what I'm feeling right now." He pulled his arm away from you as he walked past you. "You could never understand what it means to have a family because you were an orphan. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel, okay?"

Your eyes widened from what he said as your heart clenched. "I couldn't understand how you feel?" You let out an abrupt scoff as you pulled on Jake's arm, forcing him to look at you. "You're a fucking asshole, of course, I know how you feel because you know why? The only family I ever had is Marc. The only person I could rely on is Marc."

"And every day I'm scared shitless when you or him go out there getting your asses kicked. Doing some sort of fucked up missions for a crazy god. The mere thought of losing you terrifies me. So yes, I know how you feel about losing something because every day when I look at you or Marc, I lose a piece of myself." You shook your head as you let out a dry laugh. "I lose myself because I don't know whether you're coming back. Just like how you lost your brother, I'm losing you and Marc to this Moon Knight persona. So I know exactly how you feel."

What you said almost seemed pointless because no matter how many times you tell Marc or Jake your feelings, it seemed like it fell on death's ears. But what you didn't know was that Jake took in every word and that tremendous amount of guilt amplified. How he wishes he could be better for you. How he wished he could show you the love you deserved like Steven could but Jake was made out of Marc's anger.

Jake was fabricated of Marc's darkest desires. Jake couldn't give you what you needed no more than Marc could. Every day, he wished he could do better but as the same fear as Marc, his mother's voice lingered in his head.

"I'm not going to deal with this," Jake muttered through gritted teeth as he stomped back towards the front door. "I'm not even your husband. Why the fuck should you care about me?"

"You may not be my husband but you wear his face. Whatever actions you cause, the consequence lay on Marc." You replied harshly. "And I care because I always cared about you, Jake. Since you showed up, I cared. But go ahead, just leave like you always do."

In a way, you wished that Jake would have taken your words and stayed. You always wished Marc and Jake would stay but they never do because they can't handle their emotions. They could never handle their emotions.

So with solemn regret, Jake opened the front door and left abruptly with that silence lingering in the air as well. And finally, you broke down sobbing trying to muffle them by putting the blanket against your mouth. But Jake heard them as he leaned against the front door, heartbroken by the painful sobs.

| END OF FLASHBACK |

This time, you couldn't cry. Not at the moment because from every argument that comes; there was always the aftermath. Steven or sex. It was one of the two that would come with the aftermath. Steven, the precious man who consoles you through the heartache and there was the rough sex that happened with either Marc or Jake as in a way of an apology.

The problem was that you understood that Marc has heavy trauma to deal with and perhaps you couldn't leave because Marc was your only family. There was last shimmering hope that he could change, that he could do better. And you wanted him to do better, to seek help for his trauma. All you ever wanted him was to heal but you could only do so much for him.

Marc could only see to heal himself, you were done trying.

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As usual with Marc's night on patrol after he handed the map to another avatar that Khonshu said was trustworthy. Marc was getting his mind off the argument the only way he knew how to. Fighting. His knuckles were chapped and bloody, aching from the ferocious punches he was giving to the man beneath him.

It almost seemed like he couldn't stop punching the person in the face. The man underneath him was trying to assault a woman in the alley. A woman that almost looked like you. The perpetrator hit the husband unconscious next to the woman and Moon Knight swept in. That was merely two minutes ago and yet, Marc didn't stop punching the man.

"Marc, that's enough!" Steven shouted inside his mind witnessing through Marc's eyes the situation.

Marc snapped out of his trance as he rapidly blinked underneath the suit. He stood up and glanced over to the woman who cradled her unconscious husband with fear, gazing at him with wide eyes. He stared at the woman in front of him. Her eyes looked similar to yours, even down to the same facial structure and skin color.

The woman was almost harmed and killed. Her husband wouldn't have known what would happen and would have woken up to her harmed, dead body. The thought of something happening to you crossed his mind. He could never forgive himself if something happened.

"Who-Who are you?" The woman called out, cradling her husband close to her chest.

"Moon Knight. . ." Marc trailed off as he kept his distance away from the woman. "Are- Are you okay? Is he okay?"

The woman nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes, thank you, Moon Knight." Her voice strained as she glanced down back at her husband. "I'm sorry we fought earlier, please don't die on me."

"He's not going to die. He's just knocked out, call an ambulance and tell them what happened but don't mention me." Marc demanded as he turned around about to walk off to the night. His knuckles begin to heal as he stalked off.

"But you're a hero, how can I not mention you?" The woman croaked out.

Marc stood there frozen, he couldn't consider himself a hero. How could this woman see him as a hero when he beat a man near death? "Just don't mention me at all." He gruffly said, walking to the shadows.

Marc's mind lingered off to you. The primal fear of losing you was always on his mind but he knew this time, it could be true. He saw something with the woman he saved and her unconscious husband. She apologized for fighting with him earlier. Marc started wondering the what-ifs.

What if you walked outside by yourself to calm yourself down and you were in trouble. And if something bad had happened to you. What if you died and the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument? What if he lived with that regret with his last words being to you was harsh?

What if you died not being his wife anymore?

There were worse things in life than him being killed, it was losing you. Marc's chest tightens at the thought of losing you not just emotionally and mentally but physically. His trauma held him back from making real connections to other people but he got you despite those hardships.

Despite everything that happened. You were there. Marc couldn't let these behaviors and patterns go on anymore. He couldn't allow you to walk away from him. With his new determination to do better, he ran.

Marc ran to the apartment allowing the mummy-esque dissolve from his body as he opened the apartment door. "Baby?" He called out as he shut the door behind him. The apartment was eerily quiet. His footsteps echoed through the apartment as his eyes darted around trying to hear you.

A voice softly came from behind the bathroom door. Marc quietly walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door. A soft sob escaped your lips, filling Marc's ear. His heart broke, usually, he pushed away from the terrible regret he felt after the arguments but he allowed it this time.

Marc allowed his feelings to crash all at once. His fingers curled around the doorknob and opened the door. "Baby?" Marc called out again as he shuffled into the bathroom.

His eyes softened with sadness seeing your face pressed against your knees as you hugged your arms around your knees, pressing them close to your chest. His eyes flickered to the mirror seeing Steven. "You know what to do Marc, you've always known but are you going to finally be a good husband and do better?" Steven questioned.

Marc nodded. He couldn't let this behavior affect the relationship any longer because his greatest fear besides being alone was having you walk out of his life. He was going to fix what he messed up. "Just go away, I'm tired." You mumbled. "I can't fight anymore, Marc. I don't want to fight with you anymore."

Marc shook his head as he brought his large hands to cup your face, lifting your head up. His heart hammered seeing the tears stain your cheeks. The puffiness crinkled around your eyes as you sniffled, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm not here to fight either." He softly spoke. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. . .I'm sorry."

Your jaw dropped as you glanced around. "Is this real? Am I hallucinating this?"

Marc rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "Yes, this is real." He replied dryly. "I'm. . ." He deeply sighed trying to find the right words that were long overdue. "I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry that I caused our fights. I'm sorry that I make you cry. I'm sorry that I make you worry. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better person but. . .I want to be a better person. Not just for you but myself."

Your brows scrunched together as you sniffled. "This. . .this is the first time you apologize since a few months ago." You muttered confused. "Are. . .are you okay?"

Marc shook his head. "No." He said truthfully for once. "I'm not okay. When you gave me your wedding ring. It felt like my whole world was crashing on me because baby, you are my whole world. I can't live without you and I won't." His fingers reached into his pocket and took out the ring, holding it in front of him. "I refuse to lose you because of my behavior. I will. . .I will get the help I need. I. . .I was just so scared to get help but I know I need to heal and you always encourage me to get that help."

"But you are my wife, my world, and my life. I refuse to do any of this without you. I'm sorry, [Name]." Marc profusely apologizes, shaking his head at himself. "I'm so sorry but please, don't go. I know you're tired, I'm tired too but we can get through this together. You're the only family I ever had besides Jake and Steven but you've been there for me. Please, put the ring back on."

Your eyes searched his and for the first time in a long time, he was vulnerable. Something you've been wishing for, something you hoped would happen and here it was. His eyes brimmed with tears as some slipped down the corner of his eyes. His fingers trembled between the ring as if he was scared of your answer.

"I want to hear from Jake as well." You replied because if you were going to put the ring back on, you wanted an apology from Jake as well. "I want him to apologize and then, you will know my answer."

Marc glanced over to the mirror. His eyes glared at the three-way mirror glancing at Jake who sighed. "I will apologize to our love," Jake replied.

Marc nodded and allowed Jake to take over the body. Jake's eyes fluttered open but his eyes were avoiding looking at you. He felt the padding of your fingers brush against his jawline, tilting his head to look at you. "Hey." You softly said. "Are you okay?"

Jake shook his head. You let your legs down on the sink as you scooted closer to him, he was in between your legs as his fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair on your face. His warm, dark eyes bore on your face, flickering around to study you. You weren't angry at him nor hurt, you were patient.

"No, mi amor. I'm not okay." Jake replied with a small smile. "I never been okay. More now than ever, I'm ashamed that I caused this much harm to you. You don't deserve any of this and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole and I'm sorry for the harm I caused. I'm your husband as well and I need to do better."

Jake sighed as he brought the glistening ring into your view. "You are my family as well. My world and my life. I won't cause any more harm because as much as Marc is terrified of losing you, I am as well. I would kill for you, I would die for you." The padding of his thumb brushed against the underside of your eye, brushing away the tear stain as he softly smiled. "We need help. And we're going to get that help, I promise. So, could you please put it back on before I sell it."

You scoffed playfully, pushing his shoulder as his chest rumbled with laughter. "Fine, I'll put it back on. Thank you for apologizing, Jake. You can rest now." You said pressing your hand against his chest with a smile.

Jake was exhausted from how he bottled his emotions and this was the first time he truly showed his vulnerability in front of anyone. He could rest knowing he wasn't judged or mocked for his emotions. And for the first in a long time, he felt safe so he decided to rest as Marc took over the body once again.

"Jake's right, if you don't put the ring on, I might sell it." He playfully teased as his fingers brushed along your arm. The padding of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body as you peered through him with half-lidded eyes. His touch was soft and enduring, it wasn't like his other touches after an argument where they were rough and unapologetic.

No, his touches were feathered like as if he was scared to touch you. To make the wrong move. But you enjoyed how he was touching you as your skin felt on fire. His fingers brushed against your ring finger as he brought your hand closer to his right hand. The ring between his index finger and thumb glisten underneath the low lights of the bathroom as he brought the ring to your finger.

Marc carefully put the ring back on your finger. The cool metal brushed against your delicate skin as your eyes flickered back and forth from Marc. His dark eyes glance back at you and everything felt right. His hand hesitantly let go of yours as he brought both his hands against your waist, squeezing them softly.

Marc didn't have to say anything. The way his eyes stared into yours felt like magic itself. As if everything was going to be finally okay. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer between your legs as you sat at the edge of the sink. His thumbs massage your waist as he brought his forehead against yours.

"Do you have to be Moon Knight?" You suddenly questioned in a soft tone, peering your eyes at him through your thick eyelashes. "Can't we find a way for you to stop being Moon Knight? It's affecting you badly. It's affecting us badly."

Marc shook his head as he gave you a sad smile. "No, there isn't a way. I became a god's puppet to save Steven's and Jake's life. If there was a way, I would stop being Khonshu's puppet."

You sighed frustrated. "Well, can you at least tell me what's going on with this whole Moon Knight persona?"

"Yes, I will tell you but I want to make it up to you for how I've been treating you," Marc replied, he lifted his head away from yours. His brown curls messily fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, his eyes flickered across your face. "I want to make love with you. Not fucking like we've been doing for the past few months. But actually make love."

Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion. Making love and fucking was different, you haven't made love with Marc in a year. It was just rough, hatred fucking after each fight or each patrol he did. You nodded. "Please, make me feel good, Marc." You whispered. "I want to feel your love."

"This will be the first step of showing my love to you better," Marc said, pressing his lips against your forehead. A sweet and tender kiss that lingered there for a moment. He pulled away and his brown eyes darken gazing upon you. His large hands squeeze your waist, you already knew what he wanted.

Your legs spread open further as you scooted down closer to the edge. His hips pushed against yours as you brought him down to your level. His lips crashed onto yours messily. His nose bumped against yours as with one hand, snaked across your body feeling through the thin material of your shirt; well, Marc's shirt.

Marc thought how cute you looked wearing his large shirt on you and very small shorts that were hugging against your waist tightly. His fingers brushed underneath the shirt, feeling your skin underneath the padding of his fingers as he snaked his hands up to your breast. His brows rose up as the padding of his thumb brushed against your bare nipple.

"No bra?" Marc muttered against your plump lips as his eyes fluttered open. Blush spread across your cheeks as you shook your head. "Awe, don't be shy baby. I'm your husband. I've seen your pretty little pussy many times. And I've seen your breast countless times, I can never get enough of them."

"You always so shameless." You mumbled, flickering your eyes at him as your fingers captured his brown curls between your fingers.

"I'm shameless? What about the time you didn't wear any underwear to a party? You were shameless enough to show your pussy to me just so you could get fucked in the bathroom." Marc retorted teasingly as his other hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head. “Flaunting your pussy for everyone to see.”

"Because you made me mad earlier that day. I just wanted to make you jealous." You nonchalantly shrugged as your nipples perked from the cool air in the bathroom. Your cheeks heated up more as Marc's eyes bore onto your chest.

Marc could never get enough of your body. His eyes were always filled with amazement as if he was seeing your body for the first time again. "Yeah, but you got what you wanted, little slut so. . ." He trailed off as he brought two fingers against your chin, forcing you to look at him as he lowered his head to your level. "What does my little slut want now? There's no one around to flaunt your pretty pussy around beside me."

Your skin felt like it was on fire as the padding of his thumb brushed against your chin. His grip was tight on your chin as his dark eyes were narrowed at you. This wasn't like the other times when he was quiet and fucked you, no, he wanted to hear your every thought. To spill every shameless thought in his mind as well. This was the Marc you knew before he became Moon Knight.

"I want you to eat my pussy out. I want your tongue to make me cum as many times possible." You replied breathlessly as you rutted your hips against his, feeling his cock strain underneath his jeans. You whimpered feeling the contact of his clothed cock against you. "I want to see stars and pass out from your tongue."

Marc chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're going to be the death of me." He muttered. "You'll get what you want but first, I'll get what I want."

You rose an eyebrow at this feeling Marc tilt your head. His lips lowered to your neck as his teeth scraped against the underside of your neck. His tongue swirled around a specific spot that he knew would help stimulate your pussy. Now, you understood why he wasn't immediately going to your pussy. He was warming you up first to get you wet for him.

His mouth formed on a spot on your neck and begin sucking as his other hand trailed up to your bare breast. His index finger and thumb capture your nipple and begin to roll it between his fingers. You let out a soft gasp, rolling your eyes back as you rutted your hips against him.

Marc felt his cock harden as his mouth littered pinks and purple hues around your neck. Crescent-shaped markings formed around your neck as he harshly hit down against your neck. You let out a hiss as your fingers ran through his brown curls. "Marc." You whimpered out. The ache of wanting him inside of you grew as your pussy slicked with wetness.

Marc chuckled against your collar bone as his tongue gave a languid swipe. His tongue trailed down between the center of your breast as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees fell against the tile. His hands cupped your breast as he brought his mouth against your nipple.

You arched your back feeling his tongue twirl around your sensitive nipple. His teeth scraped harshly against the bud, biting softly down. You let out small whines of pleasure as with his other hand, the padding of his thumb grazed your stiff nipple. Slick coated the fabric of your underwear as your walls clenched around nothing. "Marc, please. I need your tongue." You begged.

Your blunt nails scratched his scalp as your hips wiggled around and your thighs clenched together, rubbing against another trying to stimulate pleasure. "Such a needy girl, you were always the impatient one." Marc teased, his voice muffled against your breast as he pulled away. The silvery string of saliva drooled from your nipple to his mouth. He pulled away causing a disconnect as he kissed alongside the center of your stomach, languidly trailing down.

His hands cupped the side of your thighs as he spread apart your legs. "I'm the impatient one?" You scoffed, glaring down at him. "I remember a time when you begged me to dominate you."

Marc's eyes darkened, gazing at you through his lashes. "And you will never get the pleasure again, seeing me beg for you." His voice was low as his fingers curled around the hem of your shorts, swiftly pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. Your bare glistening cunt presented in front of him, aching for him to touch. "But it's always a pleasure to see your pussy waiting to be touched."

"Fuck off."

"Oh, I could but then you would be the one begging for me to come back and fuck you properly." Marc retorted, one of his thumbs grazed your puffy clit causing you to suck in a harsh breath. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes." You muttered feeling him languidly massage his thumb around your clit. He didn't put pressure on it. He was teasing you or maybe he was just enjoying going slow for once. Either way, you wanted him to go faster. "Marc, please go faster."

"Why should I? I'm enjoying seeing my wife squirm like a slut." Marc grinned up at you. It was true, Marc was completely enthralled by how you looked above him. And with the light cascading off your body, he truly thought you were beautiful.

"Because your wife is asking you to treat her like a slut and go faster."

Marc rolled his eyes. "You're a brat. You get on my nerves." He replied, applying pressure against your puffy clit like you asked. His thumb massaged your clit and you let out a moan, gripping the edge of the sink.

"But you love me for that." You countered. He only chuckled back a reply as his warm breath fanned against your cunt. He was teasing you, wanting you to beg for his mouth. Marc Spector was cruel in ways but he always knew how to make you beg. "Marc." You warned with a frown.

"You know what to do, sweetheart." Marc countered with raised eyebrows. He was so close to your clit but he refused to do what you asked. He refused until he heard those pretty words coming out of your mouth.

"Please, Marc. Please make me cum on your tongue or I will take off the ring again." You said sadistically with narrowed eyes.

Marc rose an eyebrow at you. "Oh, you're cruel. Fine, I'll give my slut what she needs." He removed his thumb away from your clit and his tongue swipe languidly causing you to squirm. His large hands roamed their way to your thighs, holding you in place.

His half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as his tongue glided around in a circular motion. His blunt nails scraped against the meat of your thigh. His tongue trailed around your pussy, capturing your slick. Marc let out a hum of satisfaction, his hums reverberated against your cunt causing you to rut your hips against his mouth.

Your fingers trailed along with his curls as your nails scraped his scalp. Breathless moans escaped your plump lips. The padding of his middle fingers grazes your walls as your pussy flutters feeling his finger brush against your entrance trying to pull him in. Marc pushed into two fingers inside feeling the warmth of your pussy around his fingers.

Slick coated his fingers as his mouth latched around your clit again, his tongue twirling around. His fingers disappeared in and out of your cunt, curling them inside hitting the spot you needed the most. "Marc." You whimpered out.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as his tongue went side to side. Your thighs shook against his grip, crying out his name. Marc stared at you through his lashes, the ache in his jaw was throbbing but it was worth it seeing you gasp and moan above him. The squelching sound of your pussy echoed off the bathroom walls along with your whines of Marc's name.

Marc closed his eyes in contentment. Drool trickled alongside the corner of his mouth as your slick coated his chin. He was happy that you gave him another chance because he was in love with your pussy. The taste of it, how it fluttered around his fingers; and how it will eventually feel around his cock. And he couldn’t live without you.

"I'm close." You whimpered out. Your walls pulsated around his fingers violently as you thrashed above him. Your thighs shook from the build-up pleasure as his tongue circled around the same spot over and over again. "Marc." A cry rippled out of you as you released on his fingers but Marc was an overachiever when it came to your pleasure; he didn't stop.

He couldn't stop because he was addicted to you. Everything about you was addictive. His eyes gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes seeing sweat glisten off your body. Soft sobs escape your mouth as your thighs kept shaking from the over-sensitivity.

His hands tighten around your thighs, holding you in place. Series of cries flood his ear, multiple times. Marc truly lost count of how many times he made you cum. His fingers were completely drenched from your release. The slick trailed down his arm, dripping to his lap —drenching his jeans.

"I can't handle the pleasure anymore." You whimpered out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Please."

"You kept the ring on your finger." Marc lazily replied as his finger languidly went in and out of you. "So I get to make you cum as many times as I see fit. But since you asked nicely, I'll stop."

Marc removed his finger out of your pussy. The slick drooled from his finger to your cunt, once he pulled away the string of slick disconnected. He stood up and grasp your chin with his other hand. "You should taste yourself." His fingers inserted your mouth and you closed your mouth around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the padding of his fingers.

Your upper lip sucked the coated slick, closing your eyes in contentment. Marc felt his cock twitch in his pants seeing you suck off your release. Marc pulled his fingers away as he stared at you with a smile. "You look tired," Marc commented, brushing his thumb against your cheek, admiring you.

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. My pussy is aching for more."

"More?" Marc rose an eyebrow. "You're restless."

"I know. . .but I always thought of something we haven't tried yet." You captured your lip between your teeth.

Marc tilted his head. "What haven't we tried? Because we've tried bondage, food play, pain kinks, and among other things. I feel like we covered most sexual stuff."

"Yeah, we did all that but we're talking about making love this time and I think taking a shower together and making love in there is something we haven't done." You said sheepishly feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe it was a stupid idea. Maybe Marc was used to roughness, adventure, just pure fucking without love.

"Let me take care of you in the shower then." Marc smiled, bringing your face to his, and pressed his lips against yours. A sweet and tender kiss that you missed from Marc. He was a closed-off person, a person who was afraid to tell his emotions but his physical touches like his kisses, it was benevolent. It was his way of showing he loves you.

Marc helped you down from the sink counter. You felt you slick coat your inner thighs and you felt ready for a shower, and what was going to come in the shower. "Before we get in the shower, let me help you out of your clothes." You suggested, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he raised his arms up. You pulled his shirt off, gazing down to his sculpted muscles as they contradicted, flexing underneath the fluorescent lights. You shamelessly licked your lips, smiling at him. "I'm lucky I got a hot husband."

For the first time in a long time, Marc's tan cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He muttered, grabbing your face between his hands. The padding of his thumb traced along the bottom of your lips as he tilted his head down pressing a heated kiss, pushing your body backward against the shower's door.

Your fingers fumbled against his belt, pulling it out of the pant hole. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, with the curl of your fingers; you tugged his pants and underwear down. Your back shivered from the coldness of the glass as Marc stepped out of his jeans and underwear.

With one of your arms, you pressed your hand against the door pushing it aside. Marc carefully walked you inside the shower as he pressed your body against the cold tile. His cock rested between your legs, brushing against your cunt as he rutted his hips against yours. A moan escaped your lips as your hand fiddled around the wall to find the shower knob.

With one quick motion, you flicked the shower water on and the cold water sprinkled against yours and Marc's bodies. You shivered from the cold water as you let out a gasp against Marc's mouth feeling the water pour against your face. You opened your eyes to gaze at Marc.

Water fell over his head, messily flatting his hair. Trickles of water fell against his broad chest, falling down to his prominent V-line. He looked like a god underneath the shower's water. The padding of your fingers roamed against his sculpted chest, brushing down the center of his stomach to his V-line.

Marc shuddered as you traced your fingers along with his V-line feeling the water run against your fingers. Gliding your fingers down, you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your thumb brushed against the tip as he let out a low moan, closing his eyes half-lidded and gazing at you. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby," Marc whispered, lowering his head against your bruised neck and kissing softly along your wet neck.

His wet brown curls brushed against your cheek as you pumped his cock languidly feeling it twitch underneath your hand. You threw your head back against the tile as his mouth harshly sucked against the open spots where he didn't create bruises. Your other hand roamed against his muscles, mapping out the curves as your hands curled around his shoulder, holding yourself.

"I want you, Marc. All of you. I want your love." You muttered against the shell of his ear. "Please, give me all of your love."

"Yeah? You want my love?" Marc whispered. "You want my cum inside of you? Dripping out of your needy pussy?"

"Yes, Marc." You whined out, pumping his cock faster hearing him groan against your neck.

"I'll give you what you need." Marc purred, pulling your hand away from his cock as he lifted himself away from your neck. Water droplets fell against his neck, trickling down softly. The water pressure hit against him beautifully as his hands gripped your waist, pushing you against the shower door. His hand roamed against your outer thigh causing you to shiver from his cold hands from the shower as he propped your leg around his waist.

His cock rested against your stomach as he panted gazing at you with admiration. "God, you're so beautiful." He muttered, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Do you prefer just me fucking you tonight or do you wish the others to join?"

You tilted your head as Marc rutted his hips languidly, brushing the underside of his cock against your clit. "I want all of you, Marc. Steven. Jake. Because I love every bit of you." You said quietly, brushing the padding of your thumb against his jawline. "I want you three to show me you love me. I want to feel all of your love, Marc."

Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he shook his head. "Well, you're going to be sore in the morning, sweetheart." He commented, dragging his cock teasingly along your aching pussy as his tip tapped against your entrance. "Remember, you asked for this."

His cock sheathed into you with one quick rut of his hips. You let out a loud moan feeling his cock fill you up quickly to the brim. His lips found yours one again as your arms wrapped around his neck. The showered finally steamed with hot water, hitting against the side of you as you moved your hips against Marc's, meeting his pace.

Loud cries rippled from your mouth as his prominent hip bones rammed against yours at a rough pace. But this wasn't the usual rough pace of his after each argument. No, this was a rough pace where he's making sure you felt every ridge outlining of his cock going in you. Making sure that you knew that his cock belonged to you and only you. That his fulfilling promise of change was going to happen.

Marc was always a physical person with love and he was showing that with his pace. With his hot mouth against yours, his nose bumping against yours needy making sure you understand that he truly did love you. His hands roamed down against your body, mapping out every single detail that he loved about it.

Your back arched off the shower door as you pressed your breast against his broad chest. His hand roamed down your spine causing you to shiver as he pulled you closer to his body. His hand gripped around the curve of your ass and squeeze roughly. "You're not going anywhere because this pussy is all mine, got it?"

"Yes, sir." You muttered against his lips, letting out a whimper feeling his cock suddenly going inside of you slowly. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air as his cock moved deep inside of you. You could feel every ridge of his length drag against your inner walls as his mouth formed around the bottom of your lip, biting down harshly.

You fluttered your eyes open seeing the water fall against his face as his eyes were half-lidded staring at you. "I love you," Marc said.

Your heart warmed as you genuinely smiled widely at him. "I love you too, Marc. And Steven. And Jake."

Marc chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as a throb in your core stretched as he plunged his cock back inside of you roughly. His prominent hip bones rammed against you as your cunt pulsated around his cock. He let out low moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted against your lips.

His blunt nails dug into the supple of your ass as you rolled your eyes back from the drunken pleasure from his cock. It wasn't only about pleasure but it was about the love he finally gave you that you longed for. "Are you all mine, baby?" Marc questioned against your lips as his hips fiercely paced against you.

You nodded. "Yes, I'm all yours. Forever, Marc." Your hand brushed against the nape of his neck. He could feel the cool metal of your ring brush against him. He smiled knowing that he hadn't messed up the relationship; that things could be mended if he tried. And he was going to try.

Marc couldn't get enough of you as he pressed his lips against your, needy. He was afraid that you were going to slip from his fingers again. And he took in his own drunken pleasure, mapping out every detail of your plump lips against his. An ache formed around your cunt as your walls pulsated around his cock rapidly. "I'm close, Marc."

"Cum for me, baby." Marc encouraged as he quicken his pace. His tip brushed against your cervix as he hit the same spot that he knew would make you cum quicker.

"What about you?" You breathlessly asked, meeting your hips against Marc's as pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach.

"Steven and Jake will do the job for me," Marc replied nonchalantly as he lowered his lips against the shell of your ear. "Now, cum, sweetheart."

Pleasure embedded throughout your body as a euphoric eruption filled your cunt. Your cunt pulsated around his cock as you let out a loud cry, releasing around his cock. Marc closed his eyes from the sensation of feeling your slick coat his cock as he let out a hum of satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."

You languidly rutted your hips against his as your euphoric high went down. Pants filled the shower as Marc lifted his head away from you. Staring at him with half-lidded eyes, his thumb brushed away wet strands of your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss against your mouth. "Now, who do you want next to fuck you?"

"Surprise me." You replied with a small smirk.

Marc rosed his eyebrows. "Hmm, we'll see who'll come out first." His eyes fluttered and you waited to see who would come out first. You were excited to see who was next. Steven, the precious man was the sensitive lover but when it came down to fucking; he was surprisingly rough. As if your pussy was the only thing and the world and he aimed to please.

And there was Jake. With his sexual movements, there was always a surprise when he fucked you. You never knew what Jake was going to do next when he fucked you. With either Steven or Jake, you didn't care who came out. You wanted to be with the both of them.

His eyes fluttered once again and from being with all three men for months, you could always tell who fronted. And this time it was Jake who fronted. "Hi, mi amor." He greeted.

"Hi, Jake."

"Your pussy is already ready for me?" Jake teased, roaming his hands up to your neck as he roughly squeezed the sides. "Marc was too boring fucking you, are you ready for real fun?"

"I had fun with Marc." You countered.

"Oh, did you?" Jake's eyes possessed jealously as he narrowed them. "Then you will be screaming my name then. And we will see if you actually had fun with Marc."

With his hand on your ass, he pulled his cock out. Suddenly, you let an ache from not feeling his cock inside of you anymore. Quickly, he pressed your body against his chest as he roughly brought his lips against yours. His teeth scraped the bottom of your lips as he bit down harshly.

You let out a hiss as blood trickled from the wound that Jake treated. He lifted his head away from you, using the padding of his finger to graze the blood and smear it around. "I always did love blood on you, Hermosa." Jake grinned darkly as his dark eyes shined underneath the water. "God, I can't wait to feel your pussy."

Jake turned you around and firmly pressed you against the shower door. Your breast pressed against the cool glass causing you to softly grasp from how cold it was. Your left cheek rested against the glass as Jake admired your ass. His cock rested between the swell of your ass as his hands roamed around the supple of your ass.

With another hand, his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance of your cunt. He fleshed out the soreness of your aching cunt as you whined under his touch. "Ssh, it's okay, mi amor. You asked for this. You asked for Marc's and mine cock, next will be Steven if he's up for it. Don't worry, I will go rough and I will take what's mine." Jake's voice soothed out velvety but the meaning behind his words held malice.

Marc promised you to make love but Jake didn't hold that promise. No, of course, he didn't; he just wanted to fuck you and show his own way of love. Jake keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock between the tight space of the plump of your thighs. He removed his hand away from your sensitive entrance as he roamed his hand up.

His hand glided between the curve of your ass, mapping out the plumpness to the center of your back. Goosebumps formed underneath the padding of his fingers as his hand snaked around your shoulder blade, to your neck.

Jake lowered his mouth against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I want you to scream for me, mi Amor. I want to hear your cries only for me. If you ever try to take that ring off again, you will have a harsher punishment next time. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." You whimpered out feeling his cock head push against your sopping folds. The mild pearls of pre cum smeared alongside your thighs and cunt as Jake sheathed his cock harshly inside of your aching cunt without a warning.

As Jake promised, a scream rippled from your throat as you firmly placed your hands against the shower glass trying to hold yourself as his frantic pace made your body hit against the glass. Jake smiled widely hearing your screams already.

His hands clamped around your throat tightly as white heat slicked your body with sweat. "That's what I want to hear, mi amor." He muttered against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it as he pulled away, standing up straighter. The new change of pace from Marc to Jake was tremendous as you felt your legs shaking from how hard and fast his cock was going inside of you.

Every ridge of his cock wasted no space. He wasn't like a tease like Marc was. Jake wasted no time to edge you, he wasted no time to feel every pulsate of your cunt around him. Jake always got what he wanted, no matter what.

Water trickled down his chest, curving along the downside to his V-line. His body glistened underneath the fluorescent lights as water droplets dripped down his forehead from his brown curls. The jiggle of your ass bouncing against his prominent hip bones made Jake's eyes dilate at the sight. The cool shower water brushed against the heat of his skin, trickling down his prominent V-line.

The erupted screams filling the air, most likely waking up the neighbors was so worth it. His eyes flickered to the golden ring on your finger. He was wrong when he said you weren't his wife because you were all his. His world, his love, and his life. And to feel your walls pulsated around his cock, trying to milk to his release; Jake was lucky.

His eyes flickered to his reflection off the shower glass. Steven had his head back, moaning from the feeling of your pussy. Jake made sure that Steven was conscious during this fucking because he knew that Steven wouldn't join in the fun. Steven always the one to think of himself last and he knew you would be too tired after Jake fucking you, so Jake did a favor for Steven to make sure Steven could feel what he was feeling.

"Are you enjoying this, Steven?" Jake questioned.

Steven fronted for a moment, his hand squeezing your neck as he nodded. "Fuck, bloody hell. Yes." He moaned out. He pulled against your neck, pulling your back against his broad chest. He continued Jake's frantic pace as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "Fuck, darling. I'm sorry you waited for my arrival."

You raised your right arm, snaking the back of it around his neck. "Fuck, I missed you, Steven."

"I missed you too, darling," Steven muttered against your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll have my turn soon. Jake is acting like a knob. I'll see you again soon, my love."

Jake rolled his eyes as he glided his hand against your thigh, holding it up as he went deeper inside of you again. Watching the water rush off your body enthralled Jake more, seeing the water trickle between the curve of your breast made Jake's eyes dilate. "I bet you had fun with Steven too, huh, little slut." Jake commented, shaking his head against the side of your neck.

"N. . .No." You lied.

"Don't you fucking dare lie to me," Jake commented, rutting his hips harshly against the swell of your ass. His hand glided from the side of your stomach, up between the valley of your breast to your neck. His large hand squeeze roughly as he forced your head back. "I could feel your pussy clench for Steven, I told you would be only screaming for me when I'm in control."

"I'm sorry." You blabbered out.

Jake sighed, shaking his head as his other hand roamed from your thigh to your sensitive clit. The padding of his thumb abruptly massages your clit causing you to cry out. "Jake please." You cried out. "It's too much."

Jake shook his head. "Nope, this is your punishment." The sneaky fucker set up the trap for you. He wanted you to enjoy Steven's fucking just so he could punish you. Jake Lockley was cruel in his own ways as well which excited you.

His thumb flicked around your clit side-to-side as you screamed his name out. The overwhelming pleasure was adding on from the water as it was becoming cold once again, hitting your body. Goosebumps formed around your body as your cunt pulsated around Jake's cock. The pleasure built up in your pussy as his cock sheathed inside of you frantically.

Your legs shook as you were getting close to your release. "I'm close." You cried out, resting your head back against his shoulder as Jake's tongue glided around the underside of your neck.

"Me too." Jake's teeth scraped your neck as his teeth bit down. Crescent-shaped formed on your neck as blood trickled out from a wound he created. You let out a hiss as tears formed in your eyes. The overstimulation of your pussy being abused from all three men was too much.

A euphoric pleasure took over your cunt as your thighs shook. A scream rippled from your throat as you cried out his name, releasing over his cock. Jake closed his eyes in contentment. "Fuck." He lowly moaned out, his cock twitched inside of you as he released his cum inside of you.

Jake rutted his hips languidly inside of you, making sure his cum stayed inside of you as he held you up with his hand around your neck. He removed his thumb away from your abused clit as he stopped rutting his hips. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his cock out of you.

The ridge of his length slowly left you causing you to whimper as slick coated his cock. Release drooled out of your cunt once he was fully outside of you. He stared and admired, watching the cum drip down to the tile of the shower. His eyes flickered to the reflection of the glass and saw Steven gazing down needy for a taste.

Jake sighed. "It's your turn, Steven."

Steven fronted, taking over as his knees fell against the harsh, cold tile. He shivered from the coldness as he brought his hand to your ass, pushing you against the shower glass. His tongue latched against your dripping cunt, twirling his tongue around the slick capturing the juices of you and Jake.

A whimper escaped your lips as your hands were firmly against the glass. "It's too much, Steven. Please." You whined out but it fell on death's ears as Steven just merely hummed, lapping his tongue in your entrance. His tongue prodding inside of your entrance feeling your walls pulsated around his tongue once again.

Steven closed his eyes as you shook above him, letting out broken sobs. You didn't know how many times you cum from the three men but it didn't seem like it wasn't going to ever stop tonight. His tongue curved inside of your cunt, mapping out each sensitive spot as his thumb massaged around your clit adding on to the pleasure.

Your body shook from how overstimulated you were. Your toes curled from the sudden pleasure as tears flooded your eyes. Steven was enjoying himself too much, tasting you and Jake as he swallowed the cum, humming at the taste. Steven was aiming to please and he always knew how to do a good job, pleasing you.

A cry ripples from your parted lips, his chuckles vibrate against your skin as his tongue frantically moves in and out of you. Trickles of slick and cum, coat against his chin, dribbling down the corner of his mouth. His skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves as his tongue lapped over the same spot in your cunt feeling your walls pulsate around his tongue.

"Steven!" You cried out, pressing your cheek harshly against the glass letting out sobs as tears coated your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut as your thighs violently shook. "I can't cum anymore." You sobbed. "Please."

"Just one more, darling then I promise I'm done," Steven replied, brushing you against your clit; pressing it harshly adding that extra pleasure that you desperately needed. You shook your head but your body complied, as your ass stuck out for him. "Good girl."

You were in a daze as his tongue and thumb worked wonders around your cunt. Perhaps you never should have taken the ring off because the three men were putting on a show. Showing why you should have never taken it off. The pained sobs of the mental exhaustion from earlier washed away; all you could think about was Steven's tongue inside of you.

Drool dribbled down the tile as Steven felt you coming near your orgasm. Your cunt fluttered as your thighs shook, toes curling from the euphoric sensation building up. "Fuck, Steven." You cried out as the pleasure that built up, suddenly washed over you as your walls fluttered violently as you sobbed out. Slick coated his tongue making Steven close his eyes, humming at the taste licking up every last drop of cum he could taste.

Steven stood up, holding your waist as he softly turned you around to face you. Your mind-fucked dazed eyes gazed at him, half-lidded. A weak smile spread on your lips as you took in deep breaths. "Hiya." Steven greeted, back to his normal self. "It's a bit cold in the shower, innit?"

You nodded, barely able to speak. "Let me change the temperature for you, love." His fingers curled around the shower knob as he fiddled with it to change the temperature. Hot water began to come out again and he sighed in contentment feeling the water hit his chest. "Are you okay, darling? Today was a bit. . .of a mess."

"I'm. . ." Finding your voice again, you cleared your throat stepping closer to the water as Steven made room for you. "I'm okay. I'm just tired. . .what about you? We didn't get to have sex."

Steven shook his head as his index finger tapped your nose lightly. "Don't worry about me, love. You get to have me fully on Wednesday. Our little Moon Knight Wednesdays." He wiggled his brows. Steven started calling his day Moon Knight Wednesdays because he used the suit during the times of fucking. "I see that you're tired."

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at the man. "And I feel gross even though we're in the shower."

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to wash you or. . ." Steven trailed off, trailing his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He scratched the back of his wet hair as droplets of water fell over his forehead.

Under the water, Steven looked gorgeous. His soft brown eyes gazing at you, the tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The water cascaded down along his chest as the water was hitting from the back. "I want Marc to wash because I need to talk to him. We can have our shower fun on our Moon Knight Wednesdays." You teased.

Steven flushed as he nodded. He lowered his lips against your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss. His lips lingered there for a moment as he pulled away. His demeanor changed as Marc fronted, a soft smile played on his lips. "Come on, let's get you washed up while you talk to me."

You shuffled to Marc's spot as he switched spots with you. Marc grasp your shampoo and squirted a decent amount of substance on his hand. "Marc. . .I want you to tell me how you've been feeling about everything."

Marc stiffens as his hands rubbed together, then begin massaging your scalp. The liquid foam bubbled in your hair as Marc stared at your back. His eyes lowered to your back as he sighed. "I have to kill people." He muttered. "It's no different from before but I. . .I can't deal with it because I feel like a killer from when I killed my brother."

"You didn't kill him, Marc." You replied softly, closing your eyes as his fingers softly worked through your hair. "It was an accident."

"My mom thought differently," Marc murmured as his heart hammered in his chest. "She believed I killed him so I believe that as well. I harm people as Moon Knight. I harm you as myself because I'm scared of getting close to people." His voice cracked as his eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm just always so scared that I'm going to become my mother. I push you away because I'm just so afraid."

"Hey." You softly said, turning around to grasp his face between your hands forcing him to look at you. "It wasn't your fault. You will never become your mother. Never. You are Marc Spector, a person who secretly cares. A person who tries to hide himself from the world. You are beautiful. And you're my husband, I'm not going anywhere."

A smile widely played on your lips as tears flooded his eyes, falling down his cheeks. "Okay? I put on this ring and I vowed myself to you because you are my family. You are a piece of me that lives in me. My soul, my sadness, my grief, and most importantly, my love. I had nothing until I met you. Until I met Steven and Jake. We can get through anything because we're family, okay?"

Marc bit the bottom of his trembling lip as he contained back a sob. Tears trickled down the corner of your eyes. And for the first time, you cried together. There was no shame, no arguing, no judging. Just the two of you. "I'm so sorry." Marc broke down, pulling you closer, and buried his head at the crook of your neck. "I'm so sorry." He chanted many times as he sobbed loudly. "Ow, my eyes."

Marc pulled away as he tried to blink away the shampoo. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?" You weakly chuckled.

"It kind of did because my eyes aren't burning from emotions; they're in pain." Marc fanned his eyes. "Owww."

You laughed at him, as you stepped underneath the shower. "You didn't wash my hair, that's kind of on you, dude." You nonchalantly shrugged, wiping away your tears.

Marc sniffled as he blinked rapidly. "Yeah, that was on me. . ." He muttered with a soft smile. "I'm really sorry, baby. Thank you for staying with me. . . Jake says thank you as well."

"I will never try to leave again."

Marc smiled widely more as his hands gripped your hips watching the water pour over your shoulders. "Good because you're my world and I would kill the world for you. Don't ever try to leave again because you're my love as well. And I can't imagine a world without you." Marc pressed his forehead against yours as he brushed away wet strands of hair off your face. "I love you, Ms. Spector. . . And Ms. Grant. . .and Ms. Lockley."

"I love you too, Mr. Spector, Grant and Lockley."

There was silence for a moment. "Can you take me out for patrol?"

"No."

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