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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 4 months ago

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Eclipse

Yandere Moon Knight System x fem!reader

A/n: This is quite long, so I am sorry if there are some errors I may have missed myself. :/

CW/Triggers: Slow burn, lewdness, kidnapping, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, mature themes, strong language, nsfw, m! masturbation, unhinged, alot of swearing.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Ever since Steven talked to you at the Museum, he became infaturated by you. No matter how bitchy Donna was to him during his job, whenever he saw you it was as if all the tension and anger has left him.

It was Marc who discovered you were working at the coffee shop nearby of the museum while he was waiting for his coffee. When he told Steven about it, he couldn't believe his luck.

Today Steven was on his usual shift, selling made up Egyptian sweets and doing inventory here and there whenever Donna demanded it. The gift shop was pretty much empty, giving Steven some time to rest and let the other two front. Jake was currently fronting, casually messing up the sweets only to put them back into place because he was bored. For the next couple minutes no one came into the gift shop, Marc wanted to just go home, Jake was bored and Steven was tired. Jake finally heard some steps towards the shop, letting Steven front incase it was a customer. You came into their view, walking past the gift shop.

*Stevo! Your crush is here!*

Steven let out a huff at Jake's remark. "Jake please.."

*Hombre, come on, go get her.*

"I bet she already has a partner, Jake. Just look at her."

Marc felt the need to chime in. *Buddy, she's always alone. You have to take the chance before someone else does.*

Ever since Steven knew where you worked, he was actually thinking about it but he was scared you wouldn't accept or already have a partner. Steven didn't show it, but his mind was already imagining how it would be like to walk you home, especially at late or night shifts, to make sure you get home safe.

"But I can't, what if she doesn't want to?"

Steven sounded like he was about to give up but he knew Marc and Jake would help him as much as they can.

*Then let one of us ask her out and you go to the date.* Marc suggested.

Steven leaned against the counter. "Like the last date? At the Steakhouse?" he couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the thought.

Jake felt the need to interfere. *Steven, compadre, why don't we go to her and you ask her out, hm?*

Steven paused to think. On one hand, he was really tempted to just ask you out, on the other hand, he was a bit shy to do it, he was afraid you'd turn him down, or worse, think he's some kind of a weirdo. "Jake? Marc? But what if she already has a partner?"

*Buddy, like I said, she's always alone even when walking home. So the chance is not that high.* Marc replied.

Steven checked the clock, only 15 more minutes until his shift ends. "Fine, if she's still here when my shift ends, I'll try asking her."

Jake and Marc were satisfied with the answer and Steven remained fronting until his shift was over, he packed his bag and made his way out, keeping an eye out incase you'd still be in the museum. It was already getting dark outside, Steven hasn't seen you anywhere and assumed you're already gone. As he stepped out of the museum he looked at the coffee shop you were working close by the museum, and he had to look twice because he saw you leaving the place. His heartrate and breathing quickened just a tad bit at seeing you again.

Jake had an idea he just had to share with Steven. *Should we follow her just for a minute?*

"Whoa Jake, are you telling me to stalk her?"

Jake let out a wince. *Ehh, I wouldn't necessarily call it 'stalking'. Let's just say 'protection'.*

*But we better keep some distance, we wouldn't want to scare Steven's lovely crush.* Marc added with a slight teasing in his voice.

Steven sighed before he slowly started following you from a safe distance. "Both of you are crazy." he cursed under his breath. They noticed you were a bit distracted by your phone, so Steven found it easier to follow you without you noticing that fast.

*Gotta admit Steven, she's pretty.*

*Yes she is. See? It was a good idea to follow her, huh?*

Marc's and Jake's words somehow put Steven at ease. As Steven followed you, he couldn't help but appreciate the way you walked. He was feeling so confident right now that if someone decided to attack you, he'd beat the person up.

*You really got a big crush on her, do ya?* Marc said amused, teasingly even as if he noticed something Steven did not.

Steven bit his lower lip. "A bit. Yeah. A bit."

Jake's snort echoed through the headspace. *A bit? Hermano, your dick is about to burst out of your pants from that 'a bit'.*

Steven was confused for a second before looking down on himself, seeing the obvious bulge in his pants he somehow didn't notice before.

"Oh bollocks..." Steven cursed under his breath.

*Well, our dick wants attention if it catches something it likes, buddy.* came Marc's teasing remark.

*Come on, Stevo, let's head back before someone sees our uh, 'problem'...* Jake suggested but Steven didn't want to leave yet, he wanted to make sure you get home safe.

"No wait, she hasn't even made it home yet." he argued, continuing to follow you from a distance despite the raging hard-on between his legs. While walking, Steven bit his lip from time to time to suppress the urgent need growing stronger with every second he watches you walk. "Oh my god, I feel like a bloody pervert."

*Nah, it goes away.*

*Oohh, ladies man speaking up.*

"Guys you're not helpin'!" Steven whispered in harshly. He looked back at you, seeing you walking towards a house, assuming it was yours. "I think she's home now." but Steven couldn't wait until he made it back home, the need was too much for him so he decided to search for an alleyway to deal with his need. Steven quickly found one just across from your house, he got behind a dumpster but looked around to make sure he's safe to go with his handiwork.

*Don't tell me you're dealing with yourself here.* Marc questioned.

*He may even get a look on his crush from here.* Jake chimed in.

"Sorry guys, I jus' can't wait any longer..." he fumbled with his pants, pulling down just a bit to get his throbbing cock free. The tip was already leaking generously as he gave himself a few strokes with a shaky breath.

*Dios mios, Steven... she really did mess your head up, eh?*

"Yeah." Steven rasped, leaning back against the wall and stroking himself slowly as the pre-cum leaked down on the floor. He looked at your house, seeing the lights turned on inside a room at the second floor which he guessed was your room. He saw you walking past the window, causing him to pump his hand faster. "Fuckin' hell..." he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall, imagining how he could just summon his suit to storm into your room and rail you senseless.

Of course Marc and Jake noticed the way Steven relaxed, they knew he must imagine something dirty right now.

*I bet he's thinking about fucking her right now.* Marc said, his voice was strained already.

*Can't blame him.* Jake added, his voice was equally strained as Marc's.

Steven opened his eyes, his breath was starting to quicken, his lips were parted as he listened to Marc and Jake. "Jesus, guys..." he groaned, but deep down, he knew they were right. He wanted to fuck you. He wanted to feel you pussy gripping his cock. He wanted to–

At one point you came to your window to close the curtains, Steven eyed the way you stretched your arms, imagining how they'd look out stretched in other ways...

He almost came at seeing you by the window, but he slowed down, edging himself because he didn't want it to end. Not while he's thinking about you.

*Imagine how good she'd look getting split open on our cock, Steven. Going to ruin her for every other guy.*

Marc's words made Steven's mind slowly but surely go into a more darker territory. He knew Marc can get possessive, Jake too, and Steven wasn't like this but something about you– it made him ignore it. He wanted you.

Steven couldn't help himself at the thought of finally having you, his breath was getting heavy as he rapidly pumped his fist and with a relieved moan, he spurted his cum on the dirty alley ground.

"Fuck." he breathed, relaxing back against the wall to catch his breath. After a moment of calming down, he tucked himself back in, checking if he was still alone before making his way out of the alley but not before glancing at your house one last time.

*And now? What if she does have a partner already?* Marc asked, genuinely curious what Steven will do since he just jacked off in that alley at the thought of you.

"I don't know mate, m-maybe just accept it?" Steven asked, he wasn't sure what he'll do. Overthinking the possibility of you having a potential partner made his mind snap further more into the darker area. He wasn't even sure if he could accept it. And now with the knowledge that Marc and Jake like you too, maybe even as much as Steven himself does, there is a chance they can make the situation get out of hand.

"But now you two like her too, yeah?" Steven asked, he started making his way back home.

*Now I do, Stevo. After what you just did, I like her.* Jake confirmed.

*She's so beautiful, Steven. How could I not like her?* Marc confirmed aswell.

Knowing Marc and Jake like you as equally as him, Steven feels bolder but his mind scratches the twisted path again because he, Marc and Jake can be difficult when they want to and if they set their mind on something, it's a serious challenge to tear them off their mindset.

While you were sleeping peacefully in your bed without a single concern of what happened just outside your house, Steven soon arrived home, his mind was pre occupied by you and so were Jake's and Marc's too. Even though Marc and Jake didn't really care about Steven's crush on you at first, they did snap now. Usually they would just mind their own business and let Steven deal with his partners but now? Now they want a piece of it.

Steven prepared for sleep, flopping down on his bed and pulling the covers up. When he closed his eyes all he could see was you, just you. It drove him nuts, but he managed to sleep for some hours. He woke up with a start in the middle of the night, he catched his breath, rolling over to check the time, it was 4 am.

"Can't even bloody sleep." He mumbled, grabbing his pillow and put it on his face.

*It's because of her, isn't it?* Marc asked.

"Bingo." Steven mumbled into the pillow, sounding defeated.

*Why don't we pay a visit tonight? Nothing much, just a little peek and then we leave?* Jake suggested.

"You mean breaking in? If Khonshu finds out about that..." Steven trailed off, raising the pillow from his face, throwing it to the side and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

*Come on, Khonshu isn't even playing by the rules either. Besides that fucking bird won't give a shit about what we do with our suits.* Jake countered, he especially knew Khonshu would let them do nearly anything if it doesn't involve hurting or killing innocent people.

Steven sat up, running a hand through his messed hair. "A'ight, but we will do it after work, yeah?" he popped his shoulders, getting up to start with his restless day.

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"Dios, Steven, how can you get along with your bitchy boss Donna? This puta is a kick to the balls." Jake complained while walking out of the museum after a long day of Donna's non stop nagging, complaining and shooing them around.

*Well I dunno either, bruv. I hope one day she chokes on her bloody gum.*

Jake surrendered the body to Steven, wanting nothing more than taking a mental seat to calm down from all of Donna's bullshit. Steven had mentally mapped out the way to your house since last night's adventures outside of it. It was already late, Steven figured you must be asleep by now. His thoughts were right as they arrived at your house, seeing the complete darkness through its windows. Steven stopped infront of your front door, trying the handle to see if it's magically unlocked by some luck.

"Are we goin' to use our suit?"

Marc was quick to answer. *No, we break in the classic way. We don't want to destroy half her house with the suit.*

Steven nodded, letting Marc front who reached inside his pocket, pulling out a blank credit card and slid it between the door slit and the lock. The second the lock gave in and the door opened with a creak, Marc prayed you didn't have a security system or some aggressive guard dog who's just waiting to attack them. Luckily, no alarm, no foaming guard dog, only silence and the soft ticking of the clock on the wall in the hallway.

Marc stealthily creeped through the narrow hallway, stopping on the way to look around your living room before carefully moving on.

*Marc there's a staircase.* Steven pointed out making Marc look ahead and spotting the darkened staircase leading to the second floor. He took one step at a time, letting out silent breaths as some stairs creaked. After what felt like an eternity, Marc arrived at the second floor, spotting three rooms, figuring out which one is your main bedroom.

*Oi, the last door, mate.*

Marc saw the door being ajar, he sneaked towards the room, feeling the doubt rising up at this room being yours but he made his way over just incase. He pushed the door fully open, peeking inside, seeing the white tiles. It was the bathroom. A whiff of your shampoo entered his nose, the smell still lingering in the air. Marc had to stop himself from taking a deep breath to inhale the fresh smell. "It's just her bathroom." he stammered.

Marc was about to turn away but Steven stopped him.

*Wait.*

Marc stopped in his tracks. "What?"

*You think what I'm thinkin'?*

In confusion Marc's eyes roamed the bathroom, landing on the small amount of laundry in the corner. "You mean–?"

*Hell yeah bruv.*

Surrendering to Steven's silent demand, Marc entered the bathroom, closing the door and reached into the small pile. "For fuck's sake, Steven..." he murmured, pulling out one of your panties, feeling his dick growing hard in his pants.

*Come on man, just a little smell.* Jake encouraged, his tone sounding needy.

Marc pulled your panties close to his nose, already smelling your scent, savoring it as his hand snaked down on himself, rubbing his throbbing cock through his pants. "Ah fuck, she smells so sweet..." he ran his nose along the part of your panties that touched your core, inhaling deeply. Your sweet scent invading his nose, his hand quickly unzipping his pants, eagerly reaching inside to pull his needy cock out which was already starting to leak pre-cum from their lewd actions. "Shit, I can't wait to finally–" he didn't even finish his sentance, your smell mixed with the shampoo still in the air was driving him insane, he started fucking his fist, tightening it around his shaft, imagining it being your pussy gripping him, how much of a moaning mess they could turn you into if they wanted.

Just like Steven, Marc had lost his sense for right or wrong too. Marc had always been the more radical thinking one but his morale and semi-sane mind held him back to do something disastrous, but now he didn't care. All he could focus on rightnow is fucking his hand, getting all sorts of dirty scenarios in his now-fucked-up mind.

*Bloody hell Marc, you're making a fuckin' mess on the tiles.*

Steven's words snapped Marc out of his horny-trance, he looked down, seeing the drops of precum staining the floor. Marc couldn't care less about them rightnow but he reached for a nearby box of tissues to wipe the stains off the floor. "There, happy?" he rasped, resuming his handiwork on himself. "Fuck, Steven, what mess did you get us into..." he sighed in delight.

*Wasn't me, mate. It was all her. She's the reason we empty our balls inside her house while she bloody sleeps.*

*Ay Marc, keep the fuck going.* Jake slurred out from the neediness.

As Marc felt his orgasm build up, he could feel a wave of possessiveness wash over him. He knew it was wrong but you simply had your beautiful way messing with their already unstable minds, even if you just as much walked past them in public. In Marc's head, if you had a boyfriend, he'd be sure Jake and he himself couldn't stop themselves from making him disappear from your life.

Marc fucked his fist faster, wanting nothing more than to bury himself balls deep into you. "Guys, if she'd be here rightnow, I don't know if I could control myself..." his movements became erratic, his breathing heavy as he chased his release.

*You'd jump her? Like I would too, yeah?* Steven's voice had that mix of darkness and determination.

Marc couldn't hold himself back any longer. "Yeah, I would–" his breath came out in short gasps, he reached out to tear out a tissue from the nearby box, holding it infront of his cockhead. "I– a-ahh, f-fuck!" he spilled his cum into the tissue with a deep throaty groan, slumping back against the wall. After a minute of calming down, Marc cleaned up any evidence of their sins in there and placed your panties they smelled on back under the small pile of your laundry.

Marc let Steven front, who quickly left the bathroom, checking the middle room. He slowly and carefully opened the door, feeling a slight chill hit him as he looked inside, seeing just an empty bed with some furniture.

*Just a spare bedroom, her room must be the next one.* Marc stated.

Steven reached the third room, pressing his ear against the door to listen for any sounds. When he heard none, he carefully opened the door, the welcoming air with the smell of your shampoo invaded his senses, he couldn't help but take it in. "Look at this sleeping beauty." Steven murmured silently under his breath as his eyes finally landed on your sleeping form, securely tucked away in the safety of your bed. He approached slowly, kneeling down at your bedside, resisting the itch to reach out and touch your soft skin.

*She's such a beauty.* Jake murmured affectionately in their headspace.

*I bet her skin feels like silk.* Marc sounded so at peace.

"I want to lay next to her, take her into my arms..." Steven sighed dreamily, reaching out to ghost his fingers over your blanket-covered shoulder, stopping just at the edge of it, threatening to touch your soft skin.

*Oh you will Steven. You will.* Jake's tone had a dark edge to it. Steven wanted to question him but he just pushed it aside.

*We could try getting her phone number.* Marc suggested.

Your phone laid on the bedside table, Steven grabbed it, turned on the small light and unlocked it with your face ID, grinning internally at how easy you unknowingly made it for them. He quickly found out your number and wrote it down, not bothering to just put your phone back down without looking through it, he didn't wanted to be nosy, and although you managed to turn all their heads upside down they still respected your privacy. But it was tempting nontheless.

He tucked the piece of paper with your number on it into his pocket, his fingers almost moved on their own to touch your hair but Steven held himself together, instead lightly grazing your all too soft hair with the tip of his fingers, wanting nothing more than to run them through your hair and bury his face into them.

"Her hair is so soft. So goddamn soft..." he whispered silently. He realized they already stayed way longer than they intented, so Steven reluctantly straightened up, retreating out of your room and softly closing the door behind himself, leaving you asleep without even a hint of what happened inside your house that night.

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Back at their home, Steven was still awake, laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was still feeling so energized, like he could make a run around the blog without breaking a sweat. But instead, he just went for his rubix cube, trying to tire himself with it by solving it easily, messing it up, throwing and catching it but it only served to get sucked deeper into thought.

"Guys?" he asked silently, catching the cube.

*Something's on your mind, isn't it?* Marc questioned, he already knew Steven had something to think about because of how in thought he looked like while trying to tire himself out.

"We're fuckin' insane..." Steven breathed out.

*You've noticed?* Marc asked amused.

"No no no, not like that... I'm talking about her..."

*Let me guess, you keep thinking about her?*

"Yeah..."

*I think it calms you when I say Jake and I do too.* Marc admitted. He and Jake just kept it quiet, they didn't know Steven was like that too, and he also knew they could do something pretty fucked up when all three of them share the same opinion.

Steven put the cube aside. "But you know what that could mean, yeah?"

*Yeah.*

Steven sat up against the headboard and stretched his legs, grabbing the rubix cube again. "And now that we have her phone number..." he messed the cube up again, solving it quickly.

*You wanna call her?* Marc asked surprised.

"I can't help it, wanna hear her voice."

Before they could discuss any further a black fog suddenly appeared in the middle of the room and Khonshu materialized out of it.

"Jake Lockley." the god demanded.

"Steven here, mate..." Steven gave him a tired and annoyed look.

"Steven Grant." Khonshu corrected himself. "I need you tonight. Some scum needs to be cleaned up."

"Aye-aye, Khonshu..." Steven gave a weak mock salute, already being pissed they had to do some work for that pigeon again.

Satisfied with the answer, Khonshu disappeared as quick as he came with a grumble.

*Steven you should better get some sleep.* Marc said since it was still in the middle of the night.

Steven nodded, placing the cube back on the bedside table and got under the covers. He eventually fell asleep and woke up in the morning, feeling oddly refreshed and ready for the day. Steven got up and headed to work. On his way while sipping on his coffee, he saw you entering the coffee shop, it caused his breath to hitch a little at seeing you. He would do anything right now to just talk to you, hell even eye contact with your beautiful eyes would be enough for him.

Walking past you workplace, he got a good look inside through the glass and something caught his eyes. You talking to a guy, smiling and laughing. Steven's grip on his thermos instantly tightened and his blood began to boil.

You shouldn't be supposed laughing to this guy. You should be supposed laughing with them, smiling at them, looking at them.

Jake and Marc obviously were no fools, they quickly catched on how Steven was acting. *Wow, calm down buddy, that's possibly just her co worker.*

"You're right." Steven muttered under his breath, heading inside the museum. He spotted Donna chewing on her stupid gum, already making his way over to him.

"Stevey, lucky you doin the inventory for the rest of the week." She announced, chewing annoyingly noisy on her gum.

"Very lucky indeed..." Steven mumbled sarcastically. "A'ight." he gave her a small forced smile, he was just glad to walk away from her and do the inventory alone for some peace.

His shift passed surprisingly quick, he was alone the whole day so that was a huge plus for him and his nerves. At leaving the museum he let Jake front for the duty Khonshu gave them. Steven was too tired to do it, Marc just didn't want to do it but Jake was always there if he gets to kill some scum.

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Jake finished the job efficiently and quick. He chose to use the white limousine for the job, there was some blood on the hood but Jake didn't care, he'd clean it up the next day or simply drive into a car wash. But right now he had other plans.

Meanwhile, you just got out of your routine shower, drying off your hair as suddenly your phone began ringing.

Unknown caller

You answered anyway just to be sure. "Hello?"

"Ah hello, doll."

Thinking it had just been someone who dialed the wrong number, you didn't think much of it. "Did you call the wrong number?"

"No. Not at all, princesa."

Jake was leaning against the house opposite from yours, wiping some blood off his cheek he didn't knew he had from one of those scumbags he killed.

You narrowed your eyes. "Uh, seems like it, why else would you call me?"

"I just wanted to hear your voice, sweetheart. Is it a crime?" Jake asked with a smile, tilting his head to the side, making it so that you could literally hear it through your phone.

"Look, if this is some kind of a prank-"

Jake chuckled. "Come on doll, don't be silly, I just wanted to hear your voice that's all."

You got sick of this. "Well you've heard my voice. Bye." just like that, you hung up, blocking the number in the process.

*Aww, she has such a cute voice.* Steven sighed contendly.

"Gotta say, she's really cute when acting all tough." Jake smirked, getting back inside the limo.

Meanwhile after you hung up, you made your way over to your window, peeking outside but seeing nothing except a white limousine with what looked like a dark substance on its hood driving away. While the call gave you some creeps you headed for sleep anyway, in which you fell asleep soundly without any further thoughts.

*We can't get her out of our head, it's like she cursed us or something.* Marc said as Steven took over the body.

"She did Marc, she did. With her angelic beauty." Steven replied, he made his way to Gus' tank, feeding him and watching him swim.

*Stevo, since we are all going crazy on her why don't we... take it a step further?* Jake asked slowly, with a hint of determination.

Steven looked back to the mirror, seeing Jake look back at him with a slow smirk forming on his face.

Steven's thoughts went into the dark area again, he knew all of them were already too far into the mess.

"What's your plan?" Steven asked.

*Simple. We bring her here.* Jake shrugged.

They knew it was wrong, but you unknowingly made their minds snap in the worst way possible.

*But we gotta prepare everything. We wouldn't want her escaping.* Marc said.

Steven thought for a second. "We could just lock the door from outside?"

Marc nodded. *Yes but maybe make sure she won't even reach the door, you know?*

Jake clapped his hands together. *Handcuffs. To the bed.*

Marc, Steven and Jake agreed on their plan and started preparing. Shortly after they went to sleep, and for some reason tonight they slept peacefully, no waking up, no nothing. When they woke up the next day, Steven had the body for the most, only letting Marc and Jake front after he was done with his shift. When they got back home, Marc took the body and arranged everything they needed, then when it finally got dark outside, Jake got the body.

Jake dressed in his usual business attire, he got into the white limousine and drove to your place, knowing you'd be asleep already. Marc was fronting to enter and sneak through your house again, stopping infront of your bedroom door to let Jake front. Jake slid his leather gloves on, whistling softly.

*Bruv, you're acting like a bloody maniac with that.* Steven chimed in.

"No amigo, I am kidnapping her." Jake grinned, adjusting his hat. He opened the door silently, slowly stalking towards your sleeping form. Jake reached into his pocket, pulling out the cloth with the sedatives. He kneeled down at your bedside, admiring your beautiful sleeping features. He softly stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, not worrying you could wake up from that.

"You'll be ours, princess." he whispered softly. Jake noticed you stirring, so he made quick actions, pressing one hand down on your eyes so you couldn't see and pressed the other with the cloth on your mouth and nose. Of course you started to get scared, you tried yanking his hands off, trying to wiggle free but Jake didn't had to use much of his strength to keep you down. It only served to make them snap even further if that was even possible because they knew how fragile you were and how weak you were compared to them. And they loved it. Jake leaned close to your ear as you were getting weaker with every second.

"Shhh, hora de la siesta, princesa."

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It was absolutely no struggle to get you back to Steven's place, you were so delicate and pretty in their arms. Jake still had to clean off the blood on the hood of the limousine, so they laid you down on the bed in a spare bedroom, cuffing one of your wrists to the headboard.

You got brought back to consciousness some time later feeling lightheaded. You felt the handcuffs slightly scraping against your skin as you just realized you've been kidnapped.

"No... no no no..." you let out a whine, not even knowing what is going to happen to you but you suited yourself for the worst.

You tried tugging hard on the cuffs, but they were too strong to simply break. You started panicing, looking around for anything to get those cuffs off.

Sudden heavy steps echoed outside of the room, you stopped all movements. A whistle could be heard getting louder, along with the footsteps approaching the door. Your breath hitched and your heart went into your throat as the door finally opened. The person stepped inside, the shadows were hiding his face.

"Hola princesa, I assume your nap was good?"

*She looks so scared. So cute.* Marc spoke up in the headspace.

You pressed yourself up against the headboard. "Please, I-I have money..." your voice was trembling in fear. It was all you could come up with in your paniced state.

Jake snorted. "Tch, you seriously think we're after your money?" he couldn't help but grin.

"Then why am I here?"

"You haven't noticed a single thing, eh?" Jake chuckled. "How we were following you home," he started walking closer "how we broke into your house more than once..."

Your heart was beating like a drum in your chest. Jake kneeled down at the bedside.

"You're such an innocent angle, mi amor..." he reached out with his gloved hand to stroke your cheek, the cold leather did only a small fraction to cool down your skin.

"Please don't hurt me." you whispered.

"Oh no, we would never dream of hurting a flower like you. If you disobey however, there will be some consequenses." Jake had silently let Marc out, you noticed a chance in his accent.

You shook your head frantically, afraid of disobeying. "N-no, no. I promise I won't."

Marc was satisfied with your answer. "That's our good girl. See, you're starting to learn."

Just like Jake, Marc had surrendered the body to Steven, who just couldn't wait to get his hands on you. He removed the gloves and ran his fingers through your hair. The way his fingers scraped against your scalp made you almost forget you were kidnapped by them.

"Tell you what, dove. 'f you promise to stay put, I'll remove the cuffs, yeah?"

You nodded.

Steven got the key out and removed the cuffs, rubbing the sore skin gently. He sat down on the edge of the bed, putting the cuffs away and turning to you.

"C'mere, love." He reached out for you, you were about to scoot away but Steven ignored it and grabbed you anyway, pulling you into his arms.

He couldn't believe how soft you felt, as if you were made to fit straight into their arms. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against his side.

"Don't be scared love, we will take care of you. You're ours now."

Steven, Marc and Jake were all so happy now that you're finally theirs. No one will take you away from them, you're staying with them. Forever.

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feketeribizli · 18 days ago

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need more nando and marci in my life cant stop thinking abt them

here are some loose ideas as i piece things together one by one 🫡

tldr; marc is pathetic and obsessed with the guy who could be his father

i dont really wanna specify what he is before he gets his f1 seat (not a reserve driver per se but maybe. some type of a junior. developement driver idk nawt important to me) but thats not even the point here cause no matter what he is prior to being teammates he rarely ever approached nando even when he had the chance... bro was scared he would cum and pass out on the spot if they as much as shook hands lol

anyway i think theyd first meet sometime in 2014... alonso sucked dry ferrari era... hungaroring would make most sense, marcis dad takes him bts to meet people and the little guy has his scrapbook full of newspaper clippings and printed photos and stuff to get autographs (no one needs to know that the fa14 section is multiply pages longer than some others) and i should draw the photo theyd take together fr... haunting

anyway! first day on the job marc is shaking shivering whimpering like youre not only gonna be doing your first formula one grand prix but youre doing it next to one of your childhood idols youre JOKING. hes in the garage next to me isnt he

longest most overwhelming weekend of his fucking life! i think he would get announced last minute (i also think he would be the last one to get the news lmao) so the moment hes anywhere near track he gets swarmed by people he gets absolutely jumped. sits furthest from fernando during briefings subconsciously (would be so numb to eveything he doesnt even register that hes around the guy he likes. worships even) with berta glued to his hip (or hes glued to berta. whos to say they dont really know each other at that point of time). hes fidgety and nervous and itchy and red from ear to ear and kind of just sour vibes overall coming in waves off of him (let the man livvveeee he just got here. he can be nervy) which could be the reason when the first time they speak and go over stuff nando makes a face at him (—> day ruined hes contemplating killing himself. manages a decent race instead) (lance finished p14 in spain i think marc could do that too)

after that the two of them would do some small talk here and there and marci is like a shadow following nando around (he doesnt fucking know what to do or how to act. its pathetic) but that initial "first impression" is like so engraved into his brain hes being weird about everything. like nando chivalrously brings him some espresso at hospitality and asks general questions about his past achievements etc etc and marci is there clutching the small cup in both hands minutely trembling because their fingers touched and also hes too afraid to let nando know he doesnt like coffee so hes taking the smallest sips possible between mumbling out details about his eurocup series endeavours that he knows nando probably doesnt give a shit about

linking these fuckers to the hungaroring like why am i about to bring it up for the like billionth time. anyway its a month into his debut and as one would be hes extra twitchy about his home race (and his father would be there. visiting him in the garage) and i want nando to come up to him as marci leaving his drivers room and nando puts a big hand on his shoulder and he looks marci in the eyes and squeezes his neck and says something about not overthinking it or whatever and like stop with the jittering because its ANNOYING 🩷 and then he laughs and pats marci on the cheeks and leaves and marci is like woagh. im so horny and distraught right now i might crash my fucking car and then my dad will kill me but woah. the interaction would help him loosen up a bit tho so theres that. peace and love

im lowkey too scared to get too into scenarios just yet lol so theyre just hanging out in my head... sometimes sexual style. on that front i think marci would need outside assistance (pálinka)... like getting a little frisky during some type of celebratory afterparty or something

if anyone wanna put him in scenarios lemme know lmao my ears are open i dont hold marc on too tight of a leash. haha get it cause dog. haha ANYWAY ive said so little with so much oh my god. kills myselg

#HUH.#what conclusion to even draw here. hes shaking shivering whimpering #bit of general lorebuilding in here too i kinda lost the plot as i typed away #ask #marci #f1 oc #this is the ocs tag

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 1 year ago

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LET’S TALK ABOUT THE GENIUS OF THE INTRODUCTION!

So I don’t think I’ve talked about this yet, and shame on me for not doing it in depth if I have.

The pure beauty of the story telling when it come to character introduction in this show.

As has been said many times by the writers/directors/Oscar: They originally planned to start with Marc but then realized that the story needed to be about Steven introducing Marc to us. Introducing this world to us.

And this is a classic approach to storytelling. You typically have someone that doesn’t know anything so that the audience can learn about the world with them on this adventure/journey.

So why start with Steven?

Let’s go back to the comics!

In the comics, we start with Marc. We get Marc’s story. We see Marc’s life, his regrets and mistakes. We see him die and come back and act drastically to change.

But when we leave all of that behind, our first look at the new established life in New York is with Steven and then immediately into Jake. We don’t officially come back to Marc for some time. But that’s done at a very fast pace and you get to know Steven and Jake’s life very quickly in an introductory blurb before you even see it.

Not exactly something that can be done in a show. So we have to pick someone that the audience can follow. Someone that the audience can fall in love with and trust.

That certainly isn't Marc Spector. (It's interesting that they chose Steven over Jake, considering the personality from the comics... But that's a meta for a different day, as I have a lot to say on that).

So in the show, we first meet Steven.

(Look at this bundle of perfection)

We follow Steven and we get to know Steven. We love Steven. We would follow Steven anywhere and do anything for him.

Then we see something/someone throwing a wrench into Steven’s life and causing him problems and stress and ruining everything for Steven.

And we get our first look at Marc through Steven’s eyes.

In fact! We don’t even see Marc at first. We just see the result of Marc. The displaced jaw and people shooting at him. The bloody bodies, the car chase, the gun, the violence, the stress. We see the ruined love life, the lonely life, and the dead fish.

So we know that whatever this thing is that is causing him problems is dangerous and not to be trusted. We feel Steven’s stress and expect the worst.

Even when we first hear Marc, it’s a stressed out voice demanding that he stop. We just get to see a ghost of a man. Something dark lurking in the shadows and acting menacing. This is Steven’s view of what’s going on and this is Marc’s view of what he is to Steven at this point.

(SIDE BONUS META: The first time we hear Marc actually talk to Steven is directly after the phone call with Layla. Marc has been ghosting her and ignoring her and playing dead with her for a while now and suddenly Steven talks to her and in that one brief confusing phone call for Steven and Layla, Marc is triggered out and everything he has been setting up for both of them in what, he views, to be a perfect life without him is going down the grain. He’s stressed, he’s watching everything spiral down the same way he has been spiraling down for months now… In that one moment, of course he lets his frustration out and he yells at Steven to stop. He just wants Steven to cooperate and go back to how things used to be so that Steven can live the normal life and Marc can sit back and watch and pretend that things are okay.)

NOW we as the audience get our FIRST good look at Marc before Steven does.

What do we have here? Marc lingering behind Steven. Marc watching Steven run into danger and looking anxious, worried, and like he wants to do anything to take it all back and protect this man. Marc even looks back to check Steven’s 6. Menacing and in the shadows? Or a man that is about to risk everything just to protect Steven?

Years… YEARS of work put into making sure Steven doesn’t know about him and is happy and safe and secure… And he knows that he has to risk it all. Perhaps at this moment he is contemplating if he should. If Steven will get out of it on his own or if he really needs to find a way to step in and force Steven to black out. But Steven is scared and on to him. He knows he has to talk to Steven. Something he probably hasn’t done since they were just children.

(BONUS META: If you zoom in real good, that second reflection? The expression is just a little different than the first. The mouth is pulled just a wee bit tighter. Jake easter egg? Probably not, since the show was so careful about only hinting at a ghost of Jake… But I choose to think that we see Jake there behind Marc, much like Marc is behind Steven, looking back to watch their 6 and making sure they are safe.)

So in classic Marc fashion, he appears as a disaster and Steven sees a disaster.

Okay. That was a bad day. Marc was stressed and they were in danger. The absolute carnage that happened (Marc you really lost your cool there, buddy. You could have easily finished that jackal off and moved on. You were just angry and you lost your temper. That bathroom did not have to be so trashed.) was not Marc’s best work.

So let’s meet Marc again from Steven’s eyes now that he isn’t scared and about to die.

Yeah. Steven does not have a very good view of this man. Funnily enough, he’s seeing him in black and white, which is how he’s being presented to him at this point. He sees a violent man that is stealing his life and ruining it. All he can see is the black and white. He knows nothing else about this man.

And Marc looks right back from the black and white of himself. A man that wishes he wasn’t there. A man that only knows pain and violence. It’s almost like he’s giving up here. He’s saying “Well, I told you to stop looking and now here we are. Look all you want. You see me. Bet you wish you didn’t. If you keep going, this is what you get.”

And our previous Steven? He keeps looking. So we get a calmer less dumpster fire Marc.

No. I take it back. More of a dumpster fire somehow. He’s tired. He’s stressed out beyond reason. He’s watching everything fall apart and he has no control over any of it for the first time in his life. The one thing he thought he could control is now on fire.

And Steven sees a disheveled (handsome) man that sits alone in his storage room with his illegal things and weapons. Not a good picture. Not to mention the whole Khonshu troll bit that comes along with Marc.

Steven is not seeing Marc in good light. And the Audience feels for Steven even more. Who is this man that’s ruining this sweet cinnamon roll’s life?

So let’s give the audience another perspective.

Would you look at that! An upside down shot to show us that we we are seeing is going to be flipped upside down soon.

(I would do anything for her.)

And what cleaver writers... We see Layla instantly from Steven’s point of view. This lonely love starved man meets HER and the audience has no choice but to fall head over heels for her.

But now we are looking at Steven from Layla’s point of view.

But she isn’t seeing Steven. She’s seeing Marc being ‘Not Marc’.

We see her return to the flat and she examines Steven’s life. Before we saw everything from Steven’s point of view, but now we get to see her explore it and not just gloss over things but pick them up and examine them. Question them. Question his life.

And while she’s looking for Marc in Steven, we see Steven looking at Marc watching Layla.

She watches the fish, alone and unaware. Marc watches her, alone and mesmerized by her, desperate to see her, wanting everything in the world to be with her but too afraid to get closer. He’s in the tank for a reason here. This isn’t Steven’s fish. This is Marc’s fish. This is the replacement fish. And now, Steven is aware of what’s going on outside of his tank and Marc is the one that’s trapped.

And as the audience, we find a flicker of sympathy for this intruder. This man that watches her with the look of longing etched across his face.

But it’s quickly dashed as Marc tries to get rid of her and Steven finds out about the divorce papers. Marc’s a disgrace to try to toss aside someone as lovely as Layla. Steven has no sympathy for him.

From here we see the rift between them. We see them argue. We see Steven lash out at the images of Marc with insults. He judges Marc and Marc does nothing to try to dissuade him. Marc thinks he deserves it. He just wants to finish the mission.

But then something changes for just a moment as Steven enters into Marc’s world.

Sure, there’s the scene with the suit. The scene with the bus where he compliments Steven and acts like the impressed older brother and reasons with Steven to get control.

What changed? I’ve talked in depth about it before… But here it is again:

Harrow started talking about killing children and then asked to speak to Marc. And Steven expects Marc to demand the body again. He expects Marc to fight him for it and to be loud and complaintive like he was with Layla or like he was in the car. Clearly he can tell Marc is there and he even sees Marc watching them and Marc is talking to him too.

Yet the second child murder comes up and Harrow starts going after Marc, Steven watches Marc step back. Maybe he can sense there’s something there. Maybe he can sense that Marc needs him.

Because suddenly Steven goes on the attack. The tables flip and Steven shows his true strength. He starts to reason and show that he is always thinking things through and always picking up the little things.

In this one motion of protecting Marc, we see Marc calm down a little. This lets Marc take a minute to let Steven have his time.

And when Steven gives Marc back control, we take another look at Marc from Layla’s eyes.

She just watched who she thought was her husband having a break down and then become a different Moon Knight, solidifying that this was NOT her husband, but something ‘different’.

But suddenly Marc is there before her and she can’t pretend that maybe she really did have the wrong guy. That maybe he’s a doppelganger and Marc is out there somewhere else. Because Marc is right there before her and he’s speechless.

Yeah, that’s the look that lets him know that he fucked up.

But here we are again, not looking at Marc. We see the man in the suit with powers and control and strength.

And then he fails his mission. Not only is everything he’s been working on his whole life breaking down, but now the people he cares about are in danger and the whole reason he ran off was to keep this from happening.

And Steven comes back and the audience gets a full view of not just how Steven sees Marc, but how Marc sees Marc.

And from here, we get the hand off. The audience is now taking Steven’s perceptions of Marc and stepping over to Marc’s views of himself.

In fact, in the next episode we see the struggle between Marc and Steven, but this time we only see Marc’s side of it. Before we saw Steven and blacked out with him. Now we see Marc and we black out with him. We know Marc is trying to get things done. We see him trying to do things right and Steven is the one getting in the way.

We see a glimpse of Marc being vulnerable when he goes before the Ennad. We see that he’s a man barely in control of anything in his life. We find him broken and abused. He’s just an open wound but you don’t have the full picture. You wonder what it is about this man that tells us to trust him?

We see him fail over and over again in everything he’s been doing since we first met him!

If this was all we had, we would only see the picture of a frustrated, angry, and disaster of a man.

So what keeps us from finding Marc as despicable as he sees himself?

She’s looking at him there with new eyes. She doesn’t know what’s going on with him, but now she knows that he’s hiding things and after all his running, she’s finally cornered him and she isn’t about to give up on him.

Her persistence gives us the need to know who he is. Why does she love him so much after everything he did? She only knows part of this world and we are still going on this journey of discovery with her now.

And through her, we start to see Marc’s pain.

And honestly, it’s this scene right here that is the biggest turning point in how we see Marc.

She loves him and he loves her. You can see how much he loves her. With every fiber of his being he’s radiating such deep pain and longing as he still pushes her away and closes himself off.

And she doesn’t push back. She’s in pain too. She wants to help him and love him. Perhaps in their relationship they had struggled with this before. Him coming back from a mission with Khonshu and being in pain and pushing her away when she tries to help. She’s fallen into a pattern of letting him pull away because she knows that if she pushes too hard, he shuts down so completely.

And we go into the next scene with her letting him hold her at a distance. She’s angry at him and confused and hurt.

We see him walling himself off and she can’t reach him.

And then Steven starts to fight back again. He wants to help. He wants to prevent the violence he knows Marc can do. He wants to go home. We start to see Steven sticking up for himself, REALLY pushing back, and asserting himself.

And this next scene is still my most favorite scene there is. The first time she really sees Steven and since we, the audience, are now following Layla, this is our first time seeing Steven from her point of view. And… I would argue that this is the first time that we really see him.

(I could fall in love with both of them over and over again with this scene)

And now we are seeing Steven new all over again. We see him standing up to take on the mission instead of trying to just run back home. We see him talking to Layla and showing off his knowledge and skills. We see her falling for him and he struggles to understand what she sees in Marc, but he’s happy to be with her.

We trade off a bit when Marc and Steven continue to argue over the body. Their views of one another start to suffer again. Steven has found his strength and now he’s pushing Marc around a bit. He’s tired of being kept in the dark and pushed away.

We even get to witness Layla’s strength and that she can kick ass on her own.

And in that one scene with her and Harrow, we watch her perception of Marc shift and we follow her with new eyes. We see his guilt and regret but we see him not fight back. He is willing to throw it all away and admit to everything that she thinks of him if it means that he finally gets to keep her safe by pushing her away.

Welcome to the Duat! Or, as I like to think of it: The place where Marc’s walls are ripped away and we get to see unfiltered and pure Marc Spector. (I’ve talked about this before too).

And our perception as the audience is now playing tug of war. We follow Steven and we follow Marc on his desperate attempts to make Steven stop. He doesn’t want Steven to see him and he tries to prevent Steven, and us, from knowing him.

The more we follow Marc, the more we see his absolute terror in letting himself be known.

And at last… At long last…. Steven sees Marc for who he is for the first time.

Now, we are the audience, can see Marc. We know him. We’ve seen the real him and we know his story.

And it’s Marc’s turn to let us see Steven.

Steven the protector. Steven the capable. Steven the mighty.

And because we now know them, we can see Layla’s love.

And through them, we see her in her pain and strength.

Her determination to carry on and finish the mission for them and get a little revenge too. Because as angry and hurt by Marc as she was, she still loves him so deeply.

We’ve just watched a whole episode of Marc being hated and loathed and denied love and of Steven being lonely and without love, and now we open on Layla showing that love was always there waiting for them.

Hey look! A call back!

Only this time, she’s right-side up!

And he isn’t curled up in a little ball!

And this time, he runs to her, instead of standing at a distance.

The look on his face. Pure relief. Pure love.

The absolute desperation on her face. He’s there and the last argument they ever had isn’t the last word.

And in this moment, we are seeing them all from the same viewpoint. We see Layla the hero, Steven the hero, and Marc the hero. All three of them with their own strengths and their own love. They know the pain of the other and they can see more than what was presented to them and us at the start.

Oh… And a little bonus.

The first time Layla saw Jake:

We’ll just keep that one in mind for…you know… season 2…someday… someday…

So after all that? After all that, the audience is taken back to the start to look at them all over again. To meet them. To hold these characters in their hands so gently.

They wake up together, confirming that they aren’t alone. We see two people here working together now. (though they are very sleepy).

But They are still trapped. Two fish now, keeping one another company, but still stuck in the little tank.

At least they aren’t lonely anymore. And at least now they have love.

But maybe… Maybe the ending scene wasn’t for them. They are happy in their little tank. They aren’t the man that is lonely in a world without love.

What about the one that’s stuck outside of the tank? What about the one that is still very much alone….?

And now the audience gets the first time we see Jake:

We see him so small, framed in a little rectangular mirror watching and waiting.

We don’t yet know his story. What we do know?

His name is Jake Lockley and no one hurts his system.

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight Meta #Marc Spector #Jake Lockley #Steven Grant #Layla El Faouly #I'm back at it again #still digging #It's been so many years (2)#I miss them so much #Every time I see a gif or image I'm falling down the rabbit hole all over again #Hey it's even 1am my time while I post this! LIke old times #Why is it always midnight here #Meta now with bad screen shots!#(Hey look! A wild Meta has appeared! I'm still going on about Moon Knight MCU. I must be desperate

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ithebookhoarder · 11 months ago

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Marc and Steven with a Murdock? Like Daredevil?? If you want, of course ❤️🖤

The Moon Boys with a Murdock!Reader

A/N: Of course I want to! 😆 I'm only sorry it took me so long to answer this. However, I seem to be on a roll today - I can't believe I've got two requests out?! Like, who even am I?

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As you said with a Murdock, I’m going with a sibling vibe here which would be pretty adorable anyway as Matt would be such a good brother if he’d ever had the chance.

He would be incredibly close with you and take his role as your protector as seriously as he takes his role as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

You’re the only one he lets know his true self as you’ve been through everything he has. You’ve shared the happiest and saddest moments of your lives together and the bond it forged is as strong as vibranium.

It holds you both together, not matter what you go through or where you end up - including when you both end up at colleges on opposite sides of the country.

You’re extremely careful to never let him pull too far away from you, even when he gets in one of his moods. In fact, you’re sure to turn up and let yourself in to his apartment when he goes too quiet and even Foggy can’t seem to pull him out of the darkness that haunts him.

It’s why you don’t run away when the Moon Boys come crashing in to your lives. The chaos that seems to follow them and their fears that they are too much for you is honestly familiar. Every attempt to push you away only makes you draw nearer - first as a friend, later as something more.

You’d probably meet Moon Knight first around New York. I mean, it's kind of hard not to come across him, given what Matt does and how chaos seems to find its way into your lives.

He'd be the latest adoptee into the Defenders / New York 'Avengers reject club' (your name for the gang, not theirs...) so you'd quickly end up involved in each other's lives.

You'd bond pretty quickly, once you get to know one another without the personas and danger. After all, I think Steven would be eager to find friends who aren't necessarily supers and just like to drink coffee, read novels and go to the dog park at the weekend.

He'd be super keen to get to know you. You're one of the only people who get what their life is like, but also have a foot in the real world.

You'd win over Marc later on, wearing him down with your positivity and unwavering optimism (and also Steven will not shut up about you).

You're not afraid of the darker parts of their world, and become a much needed safe space for Marc, once he lets his guard down.

For instance, you'd be great at patching him up - having had enough practise on Matt over the years. You're also used to having someone nocturnal in the house, coming and going at all hours of the night. Plus, you can obviously be trusted to keep a secret or two.

If anything, Marc's only reluctant to let you get close to him as he doesn't want to taint you. To ruin something so bright and wonderful by dragging you into his darkness.

If Matt's ok with putting you in danger, then that's up to him as your brother. You're family. But for Marc and Steven to do that? It's a line they're unwilling to cross... until you prove to them you aren't going anywhere. That you can handle yourself and that you're already in this mess anyway, so why shouldn't you both be happy?

From that moment on, there's no looking back for any of you. You're leaping in to this together head first, and soon enough you can't imagine life any other way.

Matt, however, can.

Let's be real, he wouldn’t be the biggest fan of Steven and Marc. In fact, he’d be pretty against your relationship the minute he finds out about it.

One, because he thinks no one is worthy of you.

Two, because he hates the idea of you getting hurt or being in danger and being in a relationship with multiple people who all serve an ancient Egyptian deity as his personal vigilante is the very definition of dangerous.

"I... I can't even begin to understand how you could possibly think this is a good idea? At all? He - they - are literally the puppets of an Egyptian god - a GOD, Y/N. You don't want to get in the middle of all that?"

You quickly remind him how he gave a similar speech to Karen when he found out about her and Frank Castle seeing each other, and that didn't work. Last time you checked, they're still blissfully in love.

"Besides, Matthew! You're the one who goes running around at night, getting in fights, wearing a glorified halloween costume. Like, I am the SANE sibling here. ALSO! Marc and Steven were forced into their situation. They didn't go looking for it like a crazy nut job. So, yeah. I think if anything, you don't have a leg to stand on here!"

Matt would be able to sense who was fronting the moment they appeared. He’d be able to recognise them from the way their heart is beating and their mannerisms the second they stepped through the door, which is helpful but also incredibly unsettling.

Steven would brush it off, seeing it as Matt just being a kind brother to you. However, I think Marc would have more of a problem with Matt’s hostility, and enhanced senses. It puts him on edge to know they are being so closely scrutinised.

They also have the same temperament so I can imagine there will be more than a few clashes in the beginning, their similar brusque natures making it hard for them to not bump heads.

However, after Matt learns about Marc’s DID and his childhood trauma I think he’d be more sympathetic. After all, you both didn’t have the easiest childhood either.

He also knows what it’s like to live with a condition that can make your life harder but also makes you unique.

According to the comics, both of them are known to be good detectives and also keen boxers. I can totally see them building a reluctant respect for one another after they realise they have more in common than just their love for you.

In fact, I know you’d have to pull them out of the ring after Marc agrees to a sparring match with the famous ‘Devil’. The pair of them would get a weird pleasure from trying to beat the other to a pulp - they don’t often find someone evenly matched to have a friendly bout or two with.

At least it would once again prove to Matt that your boys could definitely take care of you if you ever needed it.

Matt would definitely be sure to offer his legal advice whenever he’s concerned you both might be skating on thin ice with the law. Apparently, ‘I’m being controlled by an Ancient Egyptian God’ hasn’t ever been tried as a legal defence in the American justice system before… and Matt is oddly willing to try it.

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There are AUs where Marc is Marinette's cousin, right? What if that was canonical? In my country there is the concept of the perfect cousin and privileged by relatives and they often compare anyone who steps out of the norm to this cousin…. I imagine them almost as siblings in childhood, but with Marinette always getting more attention. And when they grow up, she becomes manipulative with him, it has happened that the whole family fights with Marc because of her. And that's why he always helps her with her plans… and I imagine the ones who would interfere would be Nath, Zoe and Felix (the first two for obvious reasons and Felix as "ok, I'm a shitty cousin, but this is crossing the line").

Since he was born, Marc has always been overlooked by his cousin

She was always so talkative, sociable, making people laugh and smile, and he just read in silence

Oh, never mind that he gets 100% on a test, because Marinette got 101% after she explained her reasoning behind the answer she gave. La-dee-dah!

Because she’s the “perfect cousin” out of the two, Marinette is always getting whatever the fuck her spoiled little heart wants- A new expensive sewing machine, fancy fabrics, magazines from high end fashion brands, and some of that stuff even comes from Marc’s own moms

Alyssa and Penny don’t outright say Marc should be like Marinette, but they’re more like, “Sweetie, why don’t you spend some time with Marinette?” And that’s code for, “Why can’t you be perfect like your cousin?!”

Sabine and Tom, though? They will take the opportunity to brag about Marinette’s accomplishments for twenty minutes then finally remember Marc’s in the room and ask his moms what he’s done lately

They have no idea about the awards he’s received in school for his stories, and he doesn’t mind keeping it that way. All of his certificates are just sitting in a folder in his hoodie drawer

It’s due to his treatment, that Marc’s wardrobe is toned down a bit. And by that, I mean he looks like his concept art-self

He secretly enters writing contests, and has been doing so and winning since he was ten. He’s earned a lot of money and keeps it saved up because if he tells anyone in the family about it, they’re definitely gonna use it to spoil Marinette. The only person he can really trust in Kiran, and occasionally treats him to ice cream

Marinette wants nothing to do with him. She always says she asks Marc to hang out with her, but he keeps declining. I’m reality, she doesn’t want a “Total weirdo” anywhere near her friends. And she lets him know it, too, but he couldn’t care less. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near a bunch of people who are probably psychos like her

He’s seen the way she acts around boys she likes, sniffing their hair, taking pictures of them, even following one guy home. It hasn’t escalated past that, but at least he’s not a part of it

However, his family doesn’t notice that about “perfect little Marinette”. He gets reprimanded for not being sociable like her and laughed off for having crushes because who would ever date someone like him?

Then he gets sent to therapy for his “issues” as Marinette so helpfully pointed out. There, he lays in to her that she can’t get a single question in

Marc: Oh! And then that bitch cut off my bangs while I was sleeping, and I got in trouble for playing with scissors! I mean- Oh, is our session over? Thanks again, Lisa. You are just wonderful for letting me vent. See you next Wednesday. *Leaves the room*

Lisa: … Damn, that boy’s cousin sucks.

In DuPont, everyone knows they’re cousins thanks to Marinette just so more people can compare Marc to his “perfect cousin”

Marinette has instant popularity she bought with custom clothing, her high-end connections, and Marc has his writing under the stairs while Lila quietly reads… Only for that to be interrupted when Marinette drags him out and into the art classroom one day where a few of her friends are gathered

They’re a little disturbed by her “psycho burnout cousin” being in the same room as them. Apparently, Marinette started a few rumors about Marc taking unprescribed drugs along with the ones for his “mental problems” just to make herself look better by comparison

Marc: … Well, that explains why moms keep searching my room for something.

Ignoring that, Marinette let’s him in on why he brought him in here- To help her with her plan to get Adrien to be her boyfriend by making a comic with Nathaniel that will map out the perfect date between them, which will eventually lead to marriage, having three perfect children, a hamster, and then dying together in a couples coffin

Marc: No.

Akuma Class: What?!/She’s your cousin!/You’ve gotta help her!/Don’t you want her to be happy?!

Marc: I am not obligated to help her, I know none of you, nor do I know this boy she is suddenly so infatuated with. So, pardon me if I sound rude, but leave me the fuck alone. All of you. I know how her fan club get when she is told no.

For context, Marinette’s “friends” will do anything to make her happy. Even bully those who are the slightest bit mean to her or show an interest in Adrien. Like Lila

Lila was the new girl who had no idea what she’d be getting herself into. After her Akumatization into Volpina when Ladybug called her a skeeze in front of Adrien, she was made an outcast by Marinette and eventually adopted by Marc

Now she swears to protect him with her life. On with the rest of the story!

The next day, Marc has his books slapped out of his hand, his glasses snatched, and he gets tripped on his way to class. All by some members of Marinette’s sychophant club

Some jocks who always leave stuff for Marinette on Valentines Day corner him in the locker room, but before they can do anything, some redhead walks in and tells them Marinette needs help with her books, and they’re gone in two seconds

Marc almost thanks the guy until he recognizes him as Nathaniel. Along with him is Lila. Before he can storm off, Lila stops him and asks Marc to hear him out

Nathaniel: Uh… Thanks.

Marc: For what?

Nathaniel: … *Lila nudges him* … For getting me out of that. I didn’t even want to make the stupid comic, but Marinette’s family bakery is more popular than my mom’s diner. She threatened to get her fan club to leave bad reviews and get her shut down if I didn’t help…

Marc: … You, uh… You guys wanna hang out… Away from here?

They skip school and not to their surprise, no one notices except for Nathaniel’s mom, Mme. Mendeleiev, and to Marc’s surprise, his classmates

They sort of stay out of the loop when it comes to Marinette, and the reason they don’t talk to him is because they didn’t want to make him uncomfortable since he always seems to close off when someone attempts to make conversation

Because Nathaniel hangs out with Marc and Lila, this turns him into more of an outcast. Oh, but don’t worry, because Chloé owes Marc a favor for something she won’t reveal, she gets her dad to leave a glowing review for Aya’s diner and boosts sales

Then there’s that whole shitstorm on the anniversary of Adrien’s mom’s disappearance. Marc (Who was dragged along), Nathaniel, Lila, and the surprising addition of Luka actually overhear Marinette’s totally insensitive and inappropriate confession to Adrien on what is supoosed to be a day of mourning, and Max sends the messages off before they can stop him

Then “Adrien” arrives. When it seems like he’s about to accept Marinette’s feelings… He tears into her, calling her all sorts of names

Lila just had to record it all for whenever she needs something to make her smile or laugh. But, when another Adrien arrives, it turns out “Adrien” is actually Félix, Adrien’s cousin

Marc: Which one do you guys think is the asshole cousin?

Nathaniel: Well, I like Félix, and Adrien seems too nice.

Lila: … Let’s keep Félix.

Luka: Yeah.

After some sychophant Akumas try and kill Félix to defend Marinette’s honor and after Ladybug puts on a show of being this angelic savior while Chat Noir is just her sidekick who does all the work, the Akumas are eventually defeated

Marc catches up with Félix and… Hugs him

Marc: You are truly the greatest human being on this godawful planet!

Félix: Uh… Thank you?

Marc: I’m serious! Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to tear into that girl? She needs to be taken down a hundred pegs, and because of you, some people are beginning to doubt her intentions with Adrien. If I weren’t in love with Nathaniel, I’d kiss you

Félix: Please don’t. I’m asexual.

Marc: Noted.

Félix: And I’ve decided to stay in Paris for a while, anyway. Someone’s gotta keep my moron cousin from walking into traffic, and it seems like you’re in need of friends

Marc notices a slight change in the school the following week. For one, a few people, namely his classmates are giving Marinette the stink eye whenever they can

As for the Science Kids, while they were appreciative of the nice clothes they got on their birthdays even though they weren’t in their style, they were never really fond of Marinette

Plus, a ton of bad reviews were left on Aurore’s Akuma Analysis blog and she has the suspicion it was started by Marinette to boost traffic for Alya’s Ladyblog

Reshma had a hard time making friends because Marinette convinced people she was just another Chloé (Someone Marc is considered adopting)

Simon was in the same boat as Marc once. Marinette saw his videos and “asked” him to get some footage of a boy she liked for “personal reasons”

And they never went to anyone about their treatment, because who’d believe them over Marinette? So, they were a class of outcasts no one ever wanted to be associated with

Also, Félix is in their class and gives everyone the latest information on every creepy thing Marinette does when Adrien doesn’t notice. Nathaniel and Lila would switch, but that would be like letting Marinette win

Now onto Reverser

Marc has a particularly bad week. He’s forced to go to dinner with the Dupain-Chengs just so they can brag about Marinette being asked to design an outfit for Clara Nightingale while Marc’s moms embarrassingly admit that Marc made a few friends

Marinette and her gang, for the hundredth time, badger Marc into making the Adrinette comic with Nathaniel, and go so far as to drag him to the art classroom where Nathaniel is, and where Marinette is banned due to her toxicity

Marc and Nathaniel are making a comic, but about Chat Noir, painting him in a positive light due to Ladybug soaking up all the glory. And Félix and Lila so helpfully point out that they should turn Marinette into a villain in their next issue… And they do, but only give copies to their inner circle

When he gets home, he finds a check in his mail as an award for another writing contest he entered and goes to put it with the rest… Which is not there

His moms aren’t home, Kiran would never, and the only other person with a key is… Marinette! And his suspicions are proven right the next day when he sees her in a VERY expensive outfit, and she just gives him this look

Well… He lets her have it

Marc: MARINETTE! Your pigtails are MINE! *Tackles her to the floor*

Lila: Yes! It’s finally happening!

*Marinette puts up a fight, but Marc has so much repressed anger and doesn’t hold back*

Marc: Take a bite of my Doc Martens, bitch! *Roundhosue kicks Marinette*

Marinette: Someone stop him! He’s a fucking psycho!

Félix: Shut up. Fuck you. Eat shit.

Marc: *Denise and Jean pull him away* You want some more, huh?! SCREW YOU! And screw these assholes, too! I HATE YOU, MARINETTE! I FUCKING HATE IT HERE! *Runs away crying*

Nathaniel, Chloé, Lila, and Félix try to call him back, but it’s a little hard to hear over everyone calling Marc a “Demon” and all sorts of cruel names. Cue the Akuma

Okay, so it’s not Reverser. Imagine the Grimm Reaper going through a punk phase, his scythe causes the worst parts of people to be revealed when they’re slashed by it, and he’s got Oni-Chan’s teleportation powers

Nathaniel, Chloé, Félix, and Lila attempt to stop him from killing Marinette and only giving her more to use against him, but he only promises them that “Things will finally change,” then leaves in a dramatic cloud of black smoke

Nathniel: Do we want him not to kill Marinette?

Lila: … Wow, you think of something for so long, and then it happens. I gotta sit down for a bit.

Félix: Get up and help us stop Nath’s boyfriend.

Nathaniel: What?! I- No! What? No!

Chloé: Relax, Kurtzberg. We know you’re crazy about him. You can kiss him after this is over. Now let’s help Chat Noir

Marinette can’t find a place to transform due to Marc always finding her, and while she would love to take a “much needed rest” for protecting Paris and let her “lazy partner” finally have to work, she can’t!

To her shock and anger, four heroes arrive on the scene. Vulpix, Queen Bee, CapriKid, Bomb Shell. Well, she’s not letting them get all the credit and goes after Marc herself. Finally, and excuse to hurt him… But he’s a lot stronger than she expected, and only succeeds in creating a crater in the road when she lands

Bomb Shell: *Watching Akuma!Marc bashing Ladybug’s head against a car window* … Should we help?

CapriKid: Nah, he’s got this.

Bomb Shell: I meant Ladybug.

CapriKid: Oh… Later.

Marc finally slashes Ladybug and all of the worst parts about her are revealed live, not by Alya, but by the heroes using their weapon phones, with the addition of Simon and Aurore. And… It’s a lot

When Marc is cured, Ladybug goes to reprimand him and force him to apologize like she does with all Akuma victims, but Bomb Shell threatens to slice her head off with her shield

Bomb Shell: Remember me, skeeze? *Whispers* I will find you, and I will break you.

The heroes, Aurore, and Simon waste no time posting what they recorded, and many Akuma victims step forward about Ladybug’s treatment. Even local law enforcement is suffering from pay cuts becuase of Ladybug insisting that she and Chat Noir get paid for their work. Chat Noir never knew about the cuts and donates his checks to the officers

Now there’s a active campaign against Ladybug, started by people who have a vendetta against Ladybug due to her poor treatment of Akuma victims after the Miracle Cure. Akuma class students who are most active in the campaign are Chloé and Nathaniel while a few are still on the fence

She claims Akuma victims need to be reprimanded for their actions and not coddled just because they can’t keep their emotions in check

Well, let’s just say therapists aren’t on her side

Everywhere she goes, Ladybug is jeered while Chat Noir finally gets the praise he deserves. They only keep her around and don’t try to steal her Miraculous becuase she reverses all of the damage

But while Ladybug is losing her status, Marinette still remains popular and uses her influence as a designer for celebrities to publicly denounce Ladybug Haters, but that doesn’t deter them

Oh, and Marc was suspended for a week after attacking Marinette, but he doesn’t give two flying fucks. Now he’s got a reputation as a badass who will go off on anyone who looks at him funny, and it keeps the Marinette Worshippers away. Also, his friends and Kiran are the only ones to believe him about the money, so that’s another thing to add to the list on why they hate Marinette

And Cue Zoé! She arrives in the middle of the semester like Lila instead of near the end of the year

Zoé is almost dragged into an Adrinette plan involving them getting stuck in an elevator, but she knows all about Marinette due Chloé’s long rants about her at home, so she keeps her distance and becomes an outcast. The only reason she’s not being actively bullied is because of Chloé threatening to get the mayor involved

Zoé never cared for Marinette, but she comes to hate her, because what person just does that bullshit to their own cousin? When Marinette tries to start another rumor about Marc taking antipsychotic drugs, she comes at her with, “Don’t you think it’s rude to expose people’s medical history?”

Now, you might be thinking. “Where does Adrien stand in all of this?”

Well, you see… Adrien is just so confused. DuPont seemed great at first, and his classmates were all so nice to him, especially Marinette. It’s too bad she’s so shy around him. Now things just keep shifting around. The girls are so secretive around him, Félix insulted Marinette for no reason, the guys don’t hang out with Nathaniel anymore, and Lila… He’s not entirely sure

And Marinette always lets him know who it’s safe to hang out with... But the list keeps growing. For example, Nathaniel has anger issues so it’s best not to talk to him, Lila is a serial liar who was kicked out of her school for causing a girl to commit suicide, Marc is… It’s best to just not to go anywhere near him, Zoé got expelled from her last school for excessive bullying, and to his surprise, Félix is on the list. He gets Félix pulled that stunt on her, but he’s his cousin!

Something’s not right. Well, at least he’s getting praised as a superhero for once, not that he ever asked for it. But, it’s nice to be appreciated by people

Though, he can’t help but wonder why Marc attacked Marinette all of a sudden… So, he asks

Marc: Because my cousin’s a lying, thieving, no good son-of-a-bitch who never should have been conceived and should crawl back into the darkest pits of hell like the Satan spawn she is!

Lila: Hey! Satan happens to have lovely children.

Nathaniel: You would know.

Lila: Oh, you hush.

Marc: Anyway, Marc Anciel, Marinette’s unfortunate cousin. Nice to meet you. Are you a sychophant, bystander, or outcast?

Félix: Trust me. He’s a bystander. You see, my dear sweet innocent cousin sees the chaos happening around him and knows it’s bad, but is afraid to do anything.

Adrien: That’s not true!

Lila: Ladybug called me a skeeze in front of you.

Adrien: … Okay, maybe I am a bystander.

Nathaniel: Not necessarily. Marinette just knows how to keep the worst part of herself hidden so people will like her and go along with whatever she says. At least you’re aware that something’s off. Anyway, we’ll help you.

Marc: Nope! First, he has to help us. And for that to happen, Félix, show him the video.

Adrien: What video?

Félix shows Adrien the confession video Marinette sent him on the anniversary, and it goes as well as you’d expect

So now, Adrien wants nothing to do with Marinette, especially after the outcasts gave him some hard evidence of Marinette being a stalker, and Marc even put him in touch with some of Marinette’s past obsessions so he can know just the kind of person she is

Marinette is NOT happy and confronts Marc in the locker room one day

Marinette: What the hell did you do this time, you freak?!

Marc: What are you gonna do, beat me up? Look how well that went last time, jackass.

Marinette: Because of you, Adrien hates me! Why are you so hell bent on ruining my life?!

Marc: That is so RICH coming from you! The second you were born, your life’s ambition was to make my life hell! Because of you I had no friends growing up, my moms and all your little sycophants think I have a drug problem, I’m in therapy for problems I don’t have!

Marinette: And who the hell would believe some pathetic loner?! Face it! Your only purpose in life is to be compared to me! The physical embodiment of perfection itself! You are nothing! No one would even know your name if I weren’t born! Hell, it’s not like they bother to remember anyway! Even your own moms love me more than you and your sad sack of a brother-

Marc: *Death glare* Leave Kiran’s name out of your fucking mouth. Go on. Try me, bitch.

Marinette: You- you think you can threaten me?! I have all the power over these pathetic losers! Just like you, they are nothing and would have nothing without me! All of them are nothing but pathetic sheep riding my coattails! Why?! Because I gave them those coattails in the first place! I gave them some form of hope to grab onto, a shred of hope that they would get to bask in my glory if they just did every damn thing I said and kept them happy, but once I am out of here, they will have NOTHING! They can’t even do something so simple as to make Adrien MINE!

Marc: You do realize he’s not an object, right?

Marinette: I don’t care! He’s perfection! I’m perfection! I deserve him! He should be modeling my clothes, worshipping and groveling at my feet for my love like every idiot boy in school! And once I marry him, the Gabriel brand will be in my grasp, I will take the fashion world by storm, and you and that little boy toy of yours will be doing favors just for a scrap of cash before dying in an alley somewhere! As if you ever think your writing career is gonna take off! Those contests you entered? They obviously have low standards! Thanks for the cash, though and for giving these idiots another reason to hate you and adore me. *Leaves*

Lila: *Exits the girl’s bathroom with Chloé* Wow. That was intense.

*Félix, Nathaniel, and Adrien walk out of the boy’s bathroom*

Nathaniel: Simon? Did you get all of that? *Opens a locker to reveal Simon with a tape recorder*

Simon: Every last word.

Félix: Man, it’s a good thing you fit comfortably in a locker.

Simon: There’s a pencil stuck to my ass. Does that sound comfortable?

The following week, Marinette finds herself on the receiving end of some dirty looks and makes a mental note to get her idiot classmates to do something about those losers

But when she goes crying to them, Kim slaps her across the face

Nino: Jesus, Kim! She’s a girl!

Kim: … Screw gender rolls.

Nino: … Okay, that’s fine.

When she recovers, Max plays Simon’s recording, but Marinette is still trying to save face

Marinette: Who are you gonna believe?! My psycho of a cousin, or your best friend?!

Max: I’ll believe and ax-wielding murderer over you. And I’m done doing your dirty work just so you’ll keep quiet. Everyone! I am a proud homosexual, and I am in love with my best friend!

Rose: I have a severe medical condition and I didn’t want any of you to pity me or treat me like glass!

The Akuma class all come out and share the secrets Marinette blackmailed them with unless they did exactly as she said

And as for Adrien, he hits Marinette with a restraining order and yells at her to stay YARDS away from him at all times

Lila: Oh, she’s violating the restraining order right now. Off to jail!

Marinette: Shut up, Lila! Adrien, you don’t know what you’re saying! You’re supposed to be my boyfriend!

Adrien: Why? So you can have my dad’s company? You’re either desperate or stupid. I have no interest in inheriting the brand and plan to go into child psychology, so even if I were to go crazy and fall in love with you, you wouldn’t be anywhere near Gabriel.

Marinette: You all… Arr going to be SORRY! Tikki! Spots on!

Marinette transforms and is about to take off with Adrien, but a familiar Doc Marten boot hits the side of her head and knocks her out so that Marc can snatch the earrings off of Ladybug

Marc: … I’m fucking serious, guys, I had no clue about this.

And to make matters better, the police arrive to take Marinette in for questioning about her stalking, but as she’s being shoved into the police car, she actually grabs for an Akuma

So now, Paris will face the wrath of La Dictator

Zoé: We… Are so fucking boned, you guys.

Not necessarily. Chat Noir gathers the Miraculous and brings back Vulpix, Bomb Shell, CapriKid, and Queen Bee. And Calamity, Viperion, and Mariquita make their debuts

While La Dictator is smiting and punishing everyone who went against her, Calamity is getting survivors out of Paris with her portals so the team can take care of her without anyone else getting hurt

The battle lasts well into the evening, but they win, and Marinette is arrested becuase EVERYONE saw her reach for the Akuma

Bomb Shell: … *Giggles* Oh my God! We’re still alive! We’re alive, you guys!

CapriKid: We fucking lived! *Kisses Mariquita*

Vulpix: Yeah! Get your boy!

Things are… Somewhat normal after Marinette’s sentencing. For one, his moms apologize for how they’ve treated him, but he can’t find it in his heart to forgive them just now

The Akuma class and everyone Marinette has blackmailed are getting some serious therapy and make it a goal to make up for their treatment of others due to Marinette’s influence

And there are several permanent heroes now, that’s good. Lord knows Paris needs them, and… Oh yeah! Marc and Nathaniel are dating

Adrien found comfort in Luka and they began dating. Zoé’s dating Cosette. Félix is dating the library. Lila’s been learning how to skateboard from Ismael, and Chloé had her lesbian awakening when she met Kagami

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #answered ask #ask me stuff #marc x nathaniel #mlb au #Made a whole ass au here!#someone! send in another ask!#let me turn in into a whole ass au!#mlb ocs #Marinette salt #favoritism #favoritism au

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hotmessmaxpress · 10 months ago

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i'm in loooooove with your a/b/o au it's so good !

so now we have a healthy mated marc who just looks like the loveliest and sexiest omega on god's green earth. how do you think the pack and vale (love me some possessive vale) would react seen him getting hit on by another alpha in the paddock ?

Hahahaha the mental image of this is hilarious to me because tiny sexy marc walks around basically Being Hot and Talented so obviously every alpha within 100km wants to rail him into next week, but fundamentally marc is, before all else, Down Bad for vale. Marc was literally going to let himself die rather than get mated to an alpha that wasn’t vale. He’s insaneeeee

So alphas are like ‘😎 I bet I can change his mind’ and strut up trying to be all sexy and cool and marc is like ‘oh [whatever thing you just said] sounds very cool but did you know that [something relating to vale or his pack]’ and alphas immediately go ‘ohhhhhh he’s crazy! I get it now’ and wander away

So the rest of the pack doesn’t really have time to react to marc getting hit on because alphas are very quick to realize they aren’t getting anywhere lolll

But let’s say that there was some uniquely thick alpha who wasn’t getting the picture:

Marc is being interviewed by some podcaster he doesn't recognize. They're on camera, sitting in two chairs in the middle of the paddock at the end of a long day. The interviewer is speaking Italian, and Marc is happy to show off how his skills has improved since joining the VR46 pack.

The interviewer is being a little familiar, though. He keeps touching Marc's arm, and complimenting his appearance instead of his riding, and Marc is starting to get a little uncomfortable. He pastes on his PR smile and tries to focus on his grammar as he responds to the questions.

Vale and Luca come upon the two, ready to leave the paddock in the evening. Marc had the interview on his calendar, so they knew they would have to wait on him a bit as he finishes up, but as soon as they see Marc they know. They can see Marc's PR smile that doesn't touch his eyes, and they see as the interviewer touches Marc's arm again.

Marc pulls his arm away and folds his hands in his lap, hoping the interviewer will get the message. His eyes flick up and meet Vale's for a moment before they return to the interviewer.

Vale takes a step forward without thinking, ready to go grab his mate and put the interviewer in his place. Luca stops him with a hand on his arm, tugging him back.

"They're on camera."

Vale growls. "So?"

"You don't want to be that alpha, do you? Marc can take care of himself. You can wait until the interviewer is done to go rip that guy a new one."

Vale growls, low in his throat, as they wrap the interview up. When the camera turns off and the interviewer holds his hand out to shake, Vale strides toward the two.

Luca follows closely behind, to keep Vale in check but also to check on his brother's mate. Marc can handle himself, but that doesn't mean he should have to deal with an alpha who oversteps his bounds.

Marc steps up to Vale and tucks his nose into his neck, scenting him and relaxing as he feels the safety of his alpha. Luca steps up next to him, and wraps him in a hug as Vale lets him go to turn to the interviewer.

Marc and Luca watch as Vale growls at the interviewer.

"Can you not see that he isn't interested?"

The interviewer rolls his eyes. "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Vale growls again, stepping toward the interviewer. Despite his posturing, the interviewer takes a step back.

"You don't need to put your hands on an omega that isn't interested in you, especially one that is clearly mated. If you want to keep interviewing in MotoGP, you better keep yourself under control. There's no place for an alpha that can't control himself in this sport."

The interviewer seems to take that for the threat that it is. Vale isn't just any alpha; he's Valentino fucking Rossi, and if he doesn't want someone in the paddock he can easily make that happen.

The interviewer opens his mouth as if to respond, and Vale growls. It's not directed at Luca but it still makes a shiver run down his spine. The interviewer's eyes wide and seems to think better of responding. Instead, he turns to go to his cameraman and wrap up.

Vale turns to where Luca and Marc are observing.

"Oh, gross," Luca groans. He can clearly smell how aroused Marc is at Vale's little display. "You two can get your own ride back to the hotel."

Luca pulls out his phone to call Bezz as he beats a hasty retreat away from the grossly affectionate pair.

Marc smiles and steps toward Vale, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

"So... hotel?"

#marc and vale are so gross for each other #alphas still wanting to try to hit on him is lowkey valid though #marc is just that hot!!!#motogp ask #rosquez a/b/o au

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batsplat · 8 months ago

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kind of recently clocked that marc took caseys honda seat coming into 2013 (not saying he didn’t deserve a factory seat immediately bc he obviously did, kid went and podiumed his first and won his second ever race on that bike but it somehow never crossed my mind and it’s kind of insane to imagine now that a rookie would get it) and i was wondering if there was something To Know about that mid to end 2012 season, about vale back to yamaha and casey retiring and casey and danis teammateship and how dani reacted to marc getting that seat etc i love love love your rambles so if you got thoughts please share?

y'know what. let's do this one with bullet points

at the start of 2012, retirement rumours were swirling around two riders. one was casey stoner.... the other was valentino rossi

valentino was entering year two of a miserable stint at ducati, trapped on a bike that was *checks notes* shit and that was still several years away from making the kinds of improvements that could make it championship-winning machinery in anyone's hands (remember, even casey wasn't anywhere close to fighting for the title in 2010). it had also been a rough couple of years injury-wise for valentino, with 2010 bringing the shoulder injury courtesy of a motocross accident, followed by him breaking the leg at mugello. the painful shoulder problems persisted even upon his return from the leg injury, not exactly helped by his decision to delay shoulder surgery until the end of the year, and he remained hampered in 2011 while he was trying to adapt to the new bike

probably the main reason for the retirement rumours, however, was the death of simoncelli in an accident valentino had been involved in. the rumours basically started the day after the accident, and did not stop even when he showed up at valencia and raced (for about one corner until he was caught up in an ugly multi-rider pile up... kinda set off by dovi but anyways)

the rumours persisted in 2012. valentino became increasingly irritable about them.... meant that both valentino and casey were going into round three at estoril having to address the retirement talk. casey denied that he was planning to retire in the estoril pre-event presser (and he'd already kinda hinted to honda he was ready to sign a new contract)

this all led to some pretty silly drama, where the journalists were less than impressed when casey did announce his retirement two weeks later at le mans and casey went 'well I hadn't decided to retire yet back then!'

anyway, more important is the retirement announcement itself. casey made a statement at the very start of the le mans presser. here's the text:

he was the championship leader at this point, and the favourite to defend his title. of course he took a bunch of questions at the presser about the announcement, and cited several other reasons for his decision to retire, like people's reactions to his mystery illness in 2009, or too many people criticising the current racing being boring, or how they let CRT riders into parc fermé (let's not get into that)

now it's important to note that this was round four. which meant that the entire rider market was about to be spiced up... so let's backtrack a bit and talk silly season: historical edition!

okay, so marc could have feasibly moved up to motogp a year earlier, and for a large chunk of 2011 there was pretty frenzied speculation he was going to do exactly that. in october, between the phillip island and sepang rounds (where he had the crash that gave him diplopia and prematurely ended both his season and his championship bid), he finally announced he was going to stay in moto2

so, in late 2011, speculation was already of course starting for what the grid would look like in 2013, with a lot of big name contracts expiring at the end of 2012. both factory yamahas, hondas, ducatis, amongst others... you know how it goes. the expectation was broadly that casey would stick with honda and dani would be protected for at least another year by the rookie rule (more on that in a second), that jorge would stick with yamaha and... well. at this point, it was plausible valentino might sign at least a one year contract extension with ducati, with just enough glimmers of progress and signs that things might be headed in the right direction for him to want to continue building that project up

early 2012, around the time of the first race, and actually it's looking plausible that none of the six big factory seats are going to be changing hands. jorge and casey seemed the most certain ones, valentino too committed to ducati, and dani likely to sign a one year deal until marc swoops in at the end of 2013 to take his place

then casey announces his retirement, and silly season properly kicks off

first order of priority is of course the vacant repsol honda seat. now, the main thing stopping marc from getting that repsol honda seat was never actually going to be a lack of space - it was the 'rookie rule'. in 2010, a rule was introduced to stop rookies from joining the factory team. the idea was basically to help out satellite teams by giving them the chance to house a young star rider, give them publicity and results and so on (face it, how much would any of us be talking about tech3 this year without the pedro acosta factor?)

this was likely never to really work like it was supposed to, because if you're one of the factories, you can basically set up... teams that are only very theoretically 'independent'. another factory team in all but name. remember how valentino technically won his first title at a satellite team? well, that was essentially a shell team set up as a way to have somewhere to put valentino for two years while repsol honda was full. not the same team (and indeed, valentino and jb did sometimes look over at the chaos at repsol and go. good lord. what's going on there) but full factory support

in spring 2012, dorna was still adamant this rule would remain in place:

should also help explain why the general reaction to suzuki suddenly pulling out in 2022 was 'shocked but not that shocked' lol

but of course by mid-2012 this rule was facing another serious test: where do you put marc marquez, especially with this vacant repsol honda seat just sitting there? now, the valentino model did seem like a reasonable one in this situation, where you put him into an existing satellite team with heavy factory backing or even just create a new one to house him. which is something valentino himself talked about:

except, it wasn't quite that straightforward, because from 2013 onward manufacturers were limited to supplying bikes for four riders, two in a factory team and two in satellites - so you'd have to take away one of the bikes from the existing two honda satellite teams, gresini or lcr

one of the reasons why putting him in one of the existing satellite teams was a bit of an issue was that he was already backed by repsol, which could have caused sponsorship conflicts if he'd been housed with one of those other teams. but also, by this point ezpeleta was sounding rather less committed to the whole thing. from june 2012:

which.

my man

if you KNOW that the most prominent rookies can be put into shell satellites anyway and you are openly joking about it then WHAT was the POINT of any of this

by the end of the month, they gave up on the whole thing. as it happens, it wasn't even repsol honda who asked for the rule to be dropped - it was the satellite honda teams who were like 'yeah we don't actually want this kid for our team, way too stressful to make this all work for a single year before losing him anyway'

not a universally popular decision, it has to be said

it's quite likely that if casey had stayed and the rookie rule had still been dropped that hrc would have immediately taken in marc and not renewed dani's contract, which would have been a wee bit awkward given dani's late season form, but. you know. so it goes. anyway honda didn't end up having to make any tough calls

about two weeks after the rookie rule is dropped, hrc announces the two year contract with marc

by this point, valentino has had another miserable start to the season with ducati, save for a fun little wet podium at le mans - you know, the race where casey announced his retirement... they had their last ever duel there, with valentino snatching second place from casey on the last lap

photo abbove not representative of the general tone they used to discuss each other in that time period

anyhow, these rare bright spots weren't going to be enough for valentino

"There was a lot of expectation from me and from Ducati to win, but unfortunately I didn't have a good feeling with the bike, especially with the front," he said some years later. "When you are in that situation it's very difficult because you lose motivation and you lose the joy of going racing. When you start the weekend you are already in a negative way, so it's difficult, because if you don't have fun on the bike everything becomes heavier: leaving your home, all the travelling, speaking with journalists, everything. Also it becomes difficult to sleep. You are in a tunnel. When I was with Ducati I thought about stopping many times, but in the end it was a very good decision not to give up. Because if you stop and you don't have a bike then it's very easy to find yourself out of the business." - from Oxley's 'Valentino Rossi: All His Races'

he began openly talking about a return to yamaha in 2012 to replace the underperforming ben spies (though as late as july, publicly he was still talking up the chances of him sticking with ducati)... which was not a prospect welcomed by all in the factory - who saw his initial move to ducati as displaying a lack of loyalty. there was also of course the issue of yamaha wanting to avoid a repeat in the dramatics with jorge, which was certainly a topic in the negotiations. valentino's new deal with yamaha was eventually announced in august

so yes, obviously pretty qualified enthusiasm from jorge's side. it helped that it was made clear that, at the start of 2013, this was very much jorge's team, something which valentino had to work to change as a result of his level of performance (after 2013)

which left dovi to take the ducati factory seat. though he too maybe had to do a little bit of... smoothing over past comments in the negotiation process:

and that's that! there was a brief period in which honda and valentino rumours were a thing... always unlikely, given the long-standing mutual animosity there, and valentino claims he was never in contact with them. dani's contract was signed when marc's was, so that put an end to that. there was also serious speculation jorge would take casey's seat at honda, which was ended by him signing for another two years at yamaha in june. everyone sorted

dani and casey had a pretty cordial teammate relationship - though of course by this point it was already no longer really a team organised around dani as it had been in the late noughties. from late 2011 (shortly before simoncelli's passing):

and from the mind games post:

he also says the following in that passage: "some days [dani] beat us but to be honest I always felt like I had the measure of him over the course of a season"

more to be said about that relationship, of course, but it was basically harmonious on both sides, and they parted on good terms. as for dani's response to marc's signing, it wasn't like he was in a place within the team to complain too much - though his position was strengthened by his late 2012 form, where he won six of the last eight races. both of them mostly just stick to saying the standard respectful pr stuff about each other

though this is pretty funny in retrospect:

"I know nothing about pedrosa's goals" my man I think you can probably guess

#valentino talking about the ducati years vs marc talking about his last few years at honda #funniest early 2012 story remains dani being arrested for cheating on his yachtmaster exam and publicly apologising for it #couldn't really integrate it but a lot of the background for why things were Like That in '12 was 'guys there's a massive financial crisis'#suzuki withdrawing? reduced grid? crt bikes? factories having less money available for rider contracts? the sport was in troUBLE back then #motogp #//#brr brr #batsplat responds #heretic tag #alien tag #thing is the marc signing probably feels quite unusual from the pov of today but this was very much the done thing back then #minus the brief aberration of the rookie rule. dani immediately went to repsol in 2006 jorge to yamaha in 2008 #valentino was in an ''''independent team'''' but. yeah. barely counts #since then there's not really been any rookies who have had quite that level of hype and expectation attached to them... except pedro #who is in a satellite outfit yes but that is one that gets a *lot* of factory support. and of course is moving up anyway next year #of course there's been really good rookies since marc other than pedro #but the other really notable one is fabio where it was a bit of a shock just how good he turned out to be #motogp teams love chasing young talent... firing dani after 2012 for a rookie would've been very harsh but that's how it goes

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lonely is a man without love

part vii- choice

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

summary: fighting egyptian gods honestly isn’t that bad, especially when marc and steven look so good in their suits

wordcount: 2.1k

warnings: language, violence, honestly i think that’s it, not much fluff but i’ll make up for it in the last part i promise

a/n: thank y’all for being so patient with me, this isn’t the last part, there will be one more bc i want the moon boys to meet the avengers 😏 also wondering how oscar isaac feels knowing he’s played some of the hottest characters to exist bc my miguel obsession is concerning 💀 i hope y’all enjoy, love you all sm, have a great day 🫶🫶🫶

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“That’s fucking disgusting,” you murmur to yourself as three bullets fall out of your slowly-healing wounds.

Coming back from the dead was remarkably unremarkable, you think. However, the sensation of ammunition leaving your body on its own was rather unpleasant.

Heaving strained sighs, you wring out your hair as you make sure the room is empty.

“Ok, Taweret, what now?” you ask.

You don’t expect your body to seize up, and for her voice to leave your throat as you uncontrollably spew words.

“There will be an opening in a nearby wall to where Khonshu’s ushabti is at the Chamber of the Gods. Do you see it?”

You gasp, coughing from the intrusion. A few yards away, the bricks open, revealing a shady tunnel with glowing hieroglyphs. You still don’t fuck with small, dark, magic tunnels. But, you suppose you don’t have much of an option.

“Alright. I’m going in.”

The tunnel opens up to a massive chamber, and you can see Harrow and his team at the entrance, confronting what seem to be more avatars. You sneak past in perfect silence, weaving through tunnels on an instinct you suspect is controlled by Taweret.

Finally, you reach a wall of lamps. In front of each one is a tiny statue. Scanning each one, your eyes land on one that seems newer than the others.

“Surprise,” you singsong. “I’d recognize that ugly face anywhere. Now what?”

The same uncomfortable sensation takes over your voice.

“Smash it on the ground, it’ll free him.”

You raise the ushabti above your head before hurling it with some personal spite. It shatters on the floor, and the fog that emanates from it rises into a form.

“I do not sense Marc Spector in this world,” he announces. “He died fighting, no doubt.”

You raise a brow. “Yeah, no shit. Doing your dirty work.”

“It’s far from over. If Marc is truly gone, I am in need of an Avatar. Would you protect the travelers of the night-“

You wave your hands, cutting him off. “Would you shut the fuck up? I’m already Taweret’s temporary Avatar. Go resurrect Marc before I get Wanda to curse you.”

The god disappears in a cloud of dust, and you hear his voice echo from the main chamber. You listen in silence before a loud beeping interrupts.

When you look down at your gauntlet, the small screen displays words that make you audibly groan.

“Shit, shit shit shit,” you hiss, hurrying to the main chamber while also desperately trying to hang up the call. “Not the time, Nat!”

As you turn a corner, you come face to face with a squad of Harrow’s followers, and in your panic, you press the wrong button.

“Hey (Y/N)!” a chorus of voices say. Team dinner, shit again.

“Sorry guys, kinda busy right now!” you shout back, shooting down three people as you whip out a baton.

Wanda’s voice calls out through the fight.

“I felt your heart stop, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

Grunting, you throw a man into the wall before hopping on a woman’s shoulders to fling her backward.

Sighing, you tap the gauntlet, projecting the call so you can see their worried faces gathered around the phone.

“No biggie, I died for a little bit, but I’m all good.”

At the instant outburst, you wince. Probably should’ve chosen different words.

“Маленький паучок, ты такой мертвый, когда вернешься домой [Little spider, you’re so dead when you get home]!”

You roll your eyes, brushing off the term of endearment. With the room cleared, you run out of the Chamber of the Gods, right out the front of the Great Pyramid. Left and right, Harrow’s followers are judging the souls of civilians. Great. More headaches for you.

“Shit, kid. You need me and Buck to come over there?”

“He’s right, I’ll kill whoever did it.”

Firing blasts of energy from the gauntlets, you start taking down as many fanatics as you can. You’d rather not shoot them, but it would be easier, you have to admit.

“Did you at least die in a cool way?”

“Yelena, not the time.”

“C’mon, Cap. Let her have her fun.”

“Don’t start with me, Tony.”

“Guys!” you yell over the arguing. “I’m fine. We might have a new recruit, too. If he gets revived.”

Yelena gapes at the phone.

“You died together? Wow, pretty serious.” She wiggles her eyebrows as you strike down a man trying to grab at you. “Have you two kissed yet?”

You blush. “…Yes.”

The loud reactions have you cringing, but the blonde assassin grins.

“Awww… That’s disgusting. But I’m happy for you!” She shoves the phone to a very worried Natasha.

The redhead sighs as the team goes back to lighthearted bickering.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks.

You duck behind a corner, catching your breath. “Yeah, yeah Nat. I promise. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

She nods, and with one last goodbye, ends the call.

You slump against the wall you’re hidden behind, groaning and mumbling curses. When you peek out, you see a giant crocodile goddess swallowing souls.

“Oh, wonderful,” you sigh. “How the fuck am I supposed to fight that?”

“I have an idea!” Your voice says, once again not your own. “Plus, it comes with a rather fashionable outfit.”

Coughing as Taweret invades your senses, you shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t do those weird superhero costumes.”

“Please? It has wings- Ooh, and swords!”

“Ok, how about a compromise,” you suggest. “Just add the wings and swords to my suit?”

Apparently, the goddess is happy with that, because large metal wings form down your back, glinting silver in the candlelight. You can feel the handles of swords under them. When you wave an arm, the corresponding wing follows your movements.

“Oh…” you chuckle. “Sam’s gonna be SO jealous.”

Your moment of pure glee gets interrupted when a small white blur flies by, carrying a screaming man along.

“Ah. Glad to see you back, idiots,” you whisper to yourself, preparing to run over to where they fell. Instead, the wings boost you up onto the nearest building.

Taking a moment to balance yourself, you quickly adapt to the feeling of gliding on the metal wings and swoop in in time to kick Harrow’s ugly face before he strikes Marc.

Marc takes you in. The wings, the smirk on your face, the fact that you’re okay. He can’t help but be amazed.

When Harrow tries to strike again, you cross your arms, repelling the blast with the wings.

“Marc, are you-”

You get cut off by a tight hug and a kiss planted on your forehead.

“You’re alright,” he whispers, almost like he doesn't believe it. His hands hold you like you’ll disappear. He barely pauses before pulling you into a kiss, tension leaving his body as he sighs against your lips.

You smile. “I’m alright, it’s okay.”

In a flash, his suit changes, along with his voice.

“Wow, you look amazing. Where’d you get the wings?” Steven asks.

“Hi, Steven,” you chuckle as you turn. Harrow is finally standing up from where you knocked him on his ass, and dozens of his followers have gathered.

Steven perks up. “Hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.”

It’s impossible to not grin at his antics. “Alright, let’s see it.”

You both break into a dead sprint, with you using the wings to boost you. The new swords fit perfectly in your hands, becoming deadly as you combine them with your baton training, twirling and twisting the blades as you slash through men.

When you turn around to check on Steven, you see Marc instead.

“It’s good to know you two are getting along now,” you chirp before charging forward, cutting down whoever you need to to get to the man at the center of it all.

You strike Harrow’s staff with both swords, tag-teaming him with Marc. You make a deadly combination. That is, until he slams the staff on the ground and sends you flying,

He holds you down, hand raised above you, before Steven tackles him away, leaving you to catch your breath.

The fight only escalates from there. Marc and Steven switch seamlessly, leaning into each others’ strengths. They fight Harrow to a standstill, holding him back from wrecking the world. Usual superhero stakes.

You, however, are preoccupied. Namely with ripping the doors off of vans and helping civilians.

A purple glow blooms behind you, and you can spot Marc holding back Harrow’s magic as you rush pedestrians away from the area.

Blocking bullets, you dive back into the fight as soon as you clear the area. But you don’t get far.

A stray blast of magic throws you to the ground. Hard. You groan as the tingling, nauseating feeling rushes over you. Your legs are too shaky to get up.

When you fight to raise your head, you see Marc. He took the brunt of the strike, evidenced by the crater he lays in. Harrow is stalking closer, raising his staff above him. When he brings it down, you can see the power leaving Marc’s body.

And you can’t have the first boyfriend (kind of? maybe?) you’ve ever had die before he even takes you out on a date.

The brick you hurl at Harrow hits his knee with careful precision, and he stumbles. With a vicious kick to his ribs, you knock him far enough away to help Marc up.

But it’s not Marc.

His suit may be the same, but the eyes are different. More tired. His posture is guarded, and the way he holds the crescent dagger is more offensive than defensive.

He says nothing as you head into the fray. Whoever he is, it’s the same alter that was on the roof in Cairo, and he’s ruthless.

Steven fights with blunt weapons. Marc fights with knives, but more on the defensive. Whoever this is… He fights like you.

You fight in tandem, whittling down Harrow’s strength until eventually, you break his staff over your knee and whoever’s controlling the body nearly kills him with the force he uses to take him down.

His eyes roll back, and Marc returns.

The fear in his eyes is enough to know that he has no clue what happened. He stands with your help, shakily surveying the area.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?”

The other man fronts effortlessly, gripping your arm a bit tighter.

“Not a chance, mate,” he gasps.

“Whoever it was,” you say. “He’s been hiding all this time. And he’s definitely more violent than either of you.”

Far away, Ammit begins dragging an unconscious Khonshu away. You curse under your breath, watching the two giant gods disappear from your sight.

You turn to Marc. “Get Harrow. I know how we can stop Ammit.”

Dragging an unconscious man is easy work for him, and Marc tosses him onto an altar inside the Chamber of the Gods with little regard to further injuring him.

The chamber may be destroyed, but the magic still lingers. It’s residual energy, and takes a while to dissipate, you’ve learned. You’ve stumbled into Wanda’s red swirls and had horrible flashbacks for hours too many times to not learn your lesson.

“If you can imprison a god in a statue, why not a person? The power in this room should help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body.” You glance up to the ceiling. “Taweret? Got a spell for us?”

Instead of losing control of your voice, you can hear her in your mind, merely guiding your actions.

You nod after a few seconds. “Ok. She says to take my hand, and we can start the spell.”

The strange sensation is back, and this time you’re chanting in Egyptian, hardly understanding the words as a lavender glow wraps around the room.

It circles the statues of the gods. For how destroyed the room is, they’re still intact. It completes the loop, leaving Marc’s hand and ending in yours.

A lavender haze streams from the ceiling, funneling into Harrow’s mouth as his eyes snap open.

“You can never contain me,” he says, voice overlapping with Ammit’s. “I’ll never stop.”

Khonshu appears next to you. You’ve grown used to it now, barely reacting.

“Finish it,” he growls. “And leave neither of them alive.

As Marc stands above Harrow, knife at the ready, your stomach twists.

“While he lives, so too does she.”

“I have to finish this,” Marc whispers to himself. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

You furrow your brow. “Marc. You are free. This is your choice.”

Khonshu cuts in. “The choice is vengeance. We cannot take the chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

“Now you sound just like her,” Marc says.

He drops the man on the altar, and your heart swells.

“If you want them dead, do it yourself.” You can’t control the smirk on your face as he stares the god dead in the eye.

Right before he speaks again, he glances at you for reassurance. You nod.

“Now, release us.”

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Hi ❤️

🎊Congrats on your 1k followers 🎊

How would the system care for their partner if they had like a hearing problem and a hearing aid. I've been miserable the last few days of an ear infection and blocked tubes. I've been deaf in my right (only got 30% hearing in it normally). I hope that makes sense?

A big moon boys hug to you, so sorry!

I totallyyyyy understand this and can speak accurately and confidently about it. I regularly only have 15% hearing in one ear. I'm right there with you. And when you have an ear infection (I had a double one in the spring), it's worse!

The Moon Boys would be so amazing...

MARC always check in with you about volume.

He knows different frequencies can affect you differently, so some films might be too quiet on the tv, while the ambient noises from a baseball game he's watching might seem too loud

"Sound okay?" He asks you, all the time.

More often than not, he hands you the remote. You know this means to set the volume the way that works best for you.

He's gotten used to subtitles

He sits on the side of your "bad" ear if you're crunching on salty snacks - that way, the crunch, crunch won't drown out other things

It's also fun to kiss that ear because a little smack won't bother you. His warm breath does make you shiver and liquify in his arms tho

STEVEN always makes sure to have your attention before he speaks. He knows you can "hear" better when you can see his lips moving.

Secrets to share? For example, at a work function, you two start talking shit about his co-workers: He makes sure to pull you close to his side and whisper into your "good" ear.

In fact, he always gives you seat preference, on the bus, in the theatre or anywhere so he has whispering access. He loves to be close to you

JAKE is similar to Steven when it comes to your hearing. He likes to cage you in while you're prepping food in the kitchen.

His deep voice rumbles Spanish in your good ear, which includes pet names that make you go weak.

He's protective of you in public, always glancing over to make sure you heard the cashier, the server, the attendant. He doesn't answer for you or treat you like a child, he just checks in on you.

You're the only person in the world allowed to mess with the volume on his car's sound system.

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lollipencil · 9 months ago

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In The Pale Moonlight: What If....Cloned?

This idea just popped into my head, and seemed real sweet, so @harleyification, hope you like it!

Enjoy and be gentle ---

To say that none of them had expected the atmosphere in the cave when they drove in was an understatement. Jake wasn't a part of the night's mission, but what little he knew, it sounded perfectly routine. Infiltrate and dismantle a hidden lab doing shady shit.

Quick and easy.

Yet tension hung in the Batcave. "Anyone injured?" Jake asked immediately upon exiting his limo. "Nothing worse than some scrapes," Bruce rasped from his chair at the Batcomputer. "Then, what's with that look?" "...It would be better if you saw first."

Seeing as Bruce wasn't giving a straight answer, Jake sighed mentally to a just-woken up Marc and followed him to the curtained medbay. Jake walked through, and stared.

A small child sat on the bed. Her little feet kicked slightly as Jason and Cass taught her the basics of ASL. Behind her, with a gentle and well-practiced hand, Damian was washing grime that had been caked into the fur of her tail. Already cleaned ears on the top of her head showed the shape of colouring of a white tiger.

At Jake's entrance, she turned to blink up at him with very familiar eyes. "Oh hey," Jason greeted casually, "Look who's finally here." "Found baby," Cass signed to Jake with a soft and lightly mischievous smile. "So, you're my dad," the girl stated more than asked. "...Looks like it," Jake eventually managed to get out.

Smoothly, she pushed herself off the bed and walked up to Jake. When she started to make grabby hands, Jake automatically bent to pick her up. Behind his eyes, he could feel Marc as if he were pressed up against a window as he held her close.

Jake let the switch happen, Marc's arms remained firm and gentle around their unexpected child. For a moment, she blinked up at Marc, before settling with her head under his chin with a soft sigh. Tears formed in Marc's eyes at the feeling of her soft ears twitching against his neck. "I take it Oracle's busy with decryption," he whispered. "Indeed," Alfred walked over with an icepack and handed it to Jason, "And until she is done, I think our young Miss would feel more comfortable upstairs. The cookies should still be warm."

As everyone walked into the elevator, Damian took the opportunity to whisper, "If any of you ever treat her anywhere near how Superman initially reacted to Superboy, I will show you true suffering." "We'd let you."

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Walking home, Greer Nelson could feel that something was going to happen. Anticipation tingled up her spine. Her eyes didn't stop scanning for unseen threats all the way to her door. Then it surged as soon as she closed the door behind her: "I know that you're there." "I know," a voice replied, "I'm just here to talk."

The sight of a Gotham celebrity in a vigilante's garb was not what she'd expected when she flicked the light on in the living room. "Please tell me you're aware that you're not wearing a mask," Greer stated. "Yeah," Marc Spector-Wayne otherwise known as Moon Knight nodded. "And you're maskless in my apartment, because...?"

He swallowed and parted his cape. White tiger ears framed a small face that held his eyes and nose. "Your DNA was used by a...suspect laboratory in Gotham," Marc explained, "We're here about custody." "'We'?" "He might look like only one dad, but he's actually three," their little girl (who's name Greer needed yesterday) piped up. "Part of the agreement is me explaining what she means by that."

For a moment, Greer took this in: "Ok, I'll order pizza, you're paying." At the slackening of Marc's shoulders as he produced his wallet, Greer prepared for a long night. But, hopefully, one that was worth it.

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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 7: And we kissed, as though nothing could fall

Warning: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort (yet), gun violence, abduction

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Sometimes I swear that in the silence I can hear everything come crashing down. I can see them, their loving deep brown eyes looking at me, they know I didn’t mean to, I can’t control this. Our life hangs in the balance, I just have to tip the scales…

This was not how I expected my return to Egypt to be. I thought about going through the markets with Marc and Layla, eating snacks and laughing, going on tours of temples with Steven as he told me everything I could ever want to know about everything, andI’m sure Jake would have taken me dancing anywhere music plays, his hands on my body as we moved to the music…But that wasn’t the case. Instead we were here to take out a dangerous cult, “The cult of the Jackal” they seem to barely have a goal or mission stamen besides causing chaos and attempting to assassinate anyone with a decent amount of power. They claim to have some Tie to the God Anubis but Khonshu assured Marc that the god of funeral rites had nothing to do with them. They just have delusions of grandeur.

I lay on top of the building sniper rifle in hand as I watch from a distance as Marc and Layla talk with an informant. Waiting for a signal. I feel the edge of the numbness in my mind. I was learning to ignore it but it wasn’t easy. I watch through the scope of the rifle as they argue. I have no idea what’s happening but Marc is managing to keep his cool, I can tell he’s not pleased with something they said. Layla however is unreadable, her fake plastic smile fools most. I take a second to scan the area for threats again, as I scan I hear something behind me I turn around to see one of the cultist’s gun aimed at me, I move as quickly as I can but as the shot rang out I feel a sharp sting in my shoulder, my hand goes to the spot where I felt the sting feeling the wet gush of blood. As I pull my hand away, I see the blood on my hand. The dark red color burned into my mind as I feel myself start to loose consciousness, in the distance I hear yelling, Layla…Marc…I hear them, but I can’t focus, I feel my body lifted over someone’s shoulder. Everything goes dark.

“You said you knew where they were located. And now you’re telling us you have no idea where they are?” Marc was sick and tired of these people and their ever changing information. As the guy starts to speak and make excuses that’s when they hear it, A gunshot. Marc turns towards the sound and watches in horror as the scene unfold. He watches as the cultist lifts her over his shoulder and turns to leave.

“NO!” He shouts as he starts to run to her. The voices of his alters fill the back of his mind with panic but he manages to block them out as he runs at a break neck speed. He hears Layla scream her name behind him as they boths start on the chase following the cultist with their partner over his shoulder. As they move through the city just as they think they are going to catch him, the cultist throws her into a car and they drive away.

“Fuck NO!” Marc stops in his tracks and feels his heart breaking.

“Give me the body amigo, I’ll get us a car, I’ll get her back.” Jake urges and Marc can’t find a reason to argue. He watches as Layla starts to chase the car and he feels the weight of everything.

“Go, Jake go.” He mutters as he feels himself fall back into the headspace letting Jake to the front.

Jake followed the car furiously through the streets of Cairo, Layla swears she’s never seen him this mad before and she’s been the one he’s been mad at more than once. She’s has a death grip on the seat underneath her. This was her best friend, the wonderful woman that she had spent her whole life by her side and all she could do was pray that Jake kept on the car in front of him, and that she was still alive.

Layla races to the back seat to find her, pale, eyes rolled back as she breaths shallow fading breaths, Layla pulls her in, not caring about the blood, pulling her down as bullets fly around them. She looks at her wound, Clean shot straight through the shoulder, shattering her collarbone and shoulder blade. She’s gotta get to a hospital as soon as possible. Layla ripping her shirt padding the wound, trying to stop the bleeding as quickly as she can.

“Please…Hold on for me Habibi…Hold on…” She mutters as they speed along the street. To her surprise Jakes hand slipped into hers, He gives him her a quick glance before refocusing on the road, she catches a whisper on his lips.

“Voy por ti mi amor. Haré que esos bastardos paguen.” Jake looked determined like nothing in the world will stop him. However on the inside He was scared as hell, thinking a mile a minute. They wouldn’t take her if she was dead, but they’d been driving around in circles for too long, depending on where she was shot…He couldn’t think like that. He squeezes Layla’s hand before letting go and turning the wheel as they follow the car down an alley before they finally stop. Jake doesn’t think twice, jumping out of the car and summoning the suit in one fluid motoion as he races to the driver’s door.

“I’m here, we’re here, it’s going to be okay…It has to be okay.” Layla softly croons as she tries to not let the situation get to her. “I love y-you, God Damn it I Love you. You can’t leave us like this. We’ve got so much to do habibi, So much life left to live. Damn it live!” She cried as she holds her lover in her arms. Finally the bullets stop flying and Jake appears.

“Let me take her, Let me take…Layla we have to move now! Vamos!” Jake insisted as he takes their lover in his arms and rushes to the car. They only had so much time. He looks at her frail body in his arms. They have to make it, He’ll never forgive himself if they don’t.

Translation:

Voy por ti mi amor. Haré que esos bastardos paguen.: I'm coming for you my love. I'll make those bastards pay.

Vamos!: Lets go!

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atlasscrumpit · 1 year ago

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Moon Knight x Reader

(this is my oc I guess, I created her a few years ago but like I'll insert you guys into it. I used her for an avengers fic a few years back)

You kept your hood over your head as you walked through the streets, trying to be as fast as possible so no one would bother you.

Suddenly you ran into someone, so hard that you fell onto the ground, you hold falling off.

The man with long hair stared down at you, curious about the cat masquerade you wore that covered the top half of your face.

"Sorry... I wasn't looking where I was going." You muttered as you quickly stood up about to back away before you ran into someone else.

You looked behind to see a large man stopping you from going anywhere.

"Curious creature aren't you? Why do you wear a mask?" He asked as your breathing picked up and you clutched your bag.

"I didn't mean to cause any harm, please just leave me alone." You whispered as he came closer and tilted his head.

"Are you trying to hide your identity for some reason? Maybe a criminal? Or a wannabe super hero. Should we see?" He said stepping closer as you went to run away before the large man held you in place.

"Please, just don't take it off. Please just respect my privacy." You begged as he smiled.

"It's alright, dear. I'm not going to hurt you, I just wish to see what you're hiding. Now, stay still." He said as he reached forward and grabbed the edge of your mask as you squirmed and tried to break free.

"Stop! Get off me!" You screamed before he ripped the mask off and saw what was underneath.

He stepped back and stared in shock, your face almost like a black hole of matter, glitched and impossible to describe to anyone who hadn't seen it.

Arthur's head began to hurt as he stared at you, you managed to break free of the man and grabbed your mask before running off while securing your mask.

"Incredible." Arthur whispered as he watched you run off.

"Grab her." He ordered to the larger man.

You ran along the streets dodging between people.

The inevitable happened and you slammed into someone, the both of you falling onto the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" The man said as he helped you stand up.

He saw you were trying to run and looked behind to see Arthur in the distance.

"Are you running from him?" He asked in a British accent before you quickly started running again.

"Steven, go after her!" Marc shouted as Steve started running.

He clearly wasn't fast enough so Marc took control and followed behind you.

He quickly grabbed you and pulled you into an alleyway, clamping a hand over your mouth as you watched Arthur run past they alley.

Marc took his hand away as you panted and tried to catch your breath.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you looked at him in confusion.

"Weren't you British..." You muttered as he chuckled a little.

"I have dissociative identity disorder, the other guy was Steven. I'm Marc." He said holding his hand out for you to shake. Marc was getting a lot better at being honest about himself and Steven.

You smiled and shook his hand.

"Y/N." You replied as he nodded.

"So, why were you running from Arthur?" He asked as you looked back out the entrance of the alleyway.

"I ran into him and he took off my mask, forcefully..." You muttered hoping Marc wasn't about to do that same to you.

"Can I ask?" He asked as you stared at him.

"I don't think... You would probably think I'm crazy and I can't show you because you might die." You muttered looking away as he looked at you in confusion.

"Well, why don't I put my mask on. Then you can tell me about yours." He said as you tilted your head in confusion.

Suddenly white bandages began to form around him as you stepped back and watched in amazement until he was fully suited up.

"You're Moon Knight." You said in disbelief before his mask retracted and he smiled.

"I sure am. There's a lot that happens in my life that I would never believe would happen. So, whatever is under your mask I won't be scared." He said as you smiled a little.

"Its a long story... Do you want to have coffee?" You asked making him smile charmingly.

"That sounds great."

You sat across from Marc in a quiet coffee shop, getting the usual states from people passing by.

"I come from a different universe. My world was being destroyed...apocalypse style kind of stuff. I was Begging over and over for it to not be real, I was screaming while everyone died... Suddenly I fell. I kept falling and falling as I cried in pain, my body and soul falling through space and time as it morphed, ripped apart and put back together until I fell into this universe. My face the only thing that didn't get fully put back together. So... Underneath this mask it's like a black hole, morphed and impossible to explain. If anyone looks into it they basically go mad or get brain damage. Arthur was a bit different, his mind was a lot stronger." You explained as Marc listened, it was nice to be honest about your life. You didn't exactly have friends or family.

"Wow, that's an incredible story you've got there. And Arthur is different, I've been fighting against him for some time now. I managed to take away his power but he still runs his cult. I'm sure he saw you and was thinking he could use you for something." He replied as you sighed a little and nodded.

"Well, I guess that's something I have to worry about now."

A few weeks had gone by and your life had been pretty quiet, you had Marc's number and had seen him a few more times.

But, the quiet didn't last long.

You woke up, groaning when you felt your body twinge in pain. You felt soft sheets below your body but you could tell they weren't yours.

You slowly sat up to see you were in a small room that had stone walls.

"What the..." You muttered before the door opened and you scurried away to the corner of the room.

Your eyes widened as you stared at Arthur.

"I hope you slept well, Y/N." He said as you pressed yourself against the wall.

"What the hell do you want?" You growled as he smiled, almost in a comforting way.

"I want to see what you can do, you're a very interesting person, Y/N. Wouldn't you like to find out more about yourself?" He asked as you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"You think you can just kidnap people!? Just because you find them interesting!?" You shouted as him as he chuckled softly.

"I'm trying to help you here, Y/N. I could be a lot more forceful, so why don't you do as I say and I won't have to use such forces." He warned as you stared at him.

"All I want to do is live my life, I'm not your fucking lab rat." You cursed him out as he sighed.

"I've got some very nice food down here, you can be nice and come eat some or you can keep acting this way and I'll have to use force." He said as you glared at him.

"Fine." You grumbled making him smile with satisfaction.

You followed him out of the room as people stared at you while you passed them.

"Why is everyone whispering when I walk passed them..." You muttered before you sat down across from Arthur and he handed you some food.

"Because you're incredible, Y/N. We have no one to worship anymore and you come alone and you're perfect and powerful." He said as you looked away.

"If I take my mask off, I kill people. How is that perfect?" You grumbled as you stared down at the food, you couldn't ignore that you were hungry.

You began to eat as Arthur watched you.

"The things I saw when I gazed into your face, it was like nothing I'd ever seen. It means I am worthy, if someone gazes into your face and can't handle it then they aren't worthy." He said as you stopped and looked at him through your mask.

"Well, that's complete bullshit." You growled, continuing to eat.

Once you were finished two men grabbed your arms.

"It doesn't matter what you think, Y/N. I know what's best for you now." He said as they began to drag you away, Arthur reassured everyone around him before following alongside you.

They dragged you into a small room and restrained you to a chair.

"You fucking suck." You growled as he chuckled.

They brought a man in who looked nervous.

"You will be the first of the test, are you ready?" Arthur asked the man as he nodded and sat across from you.

The guards held you down before Arthur ripped off your mask and you tried to look away.

"No! Stop it!" You screamed, but it was too late for the man.

He stared wide eyed at you as his nose began to bleed.

"You'll kill him! Stop!" You screamed before he slumped forward and his head hit the table, you bagan to cry, black substance dripping down your face before Arthur put your mask back on.

"Looks like he wasn't worthy." He said as you continued to cry.

"That's not how it works!" You screamed out, you heard a commotion outside before the door slammed open to reveal moon knight.

"Always here to ruin my faith, aren't you, Marc?" Arthur said before Marc threw his guards to the ground.

"Always here to ruin innocent lives, aren't you, Arthur?" Marc growled before he knocked Arthur out and freed you.

You leapt up and hugged him tightly.

"I didn't mean it." You whispered while crying as Marc held you.

"I know... I know. It wasn't your fault, we have to go." He whispered looking at you and making sure you were somewhat okay.

"Just hold onto me, I'll get you out of here."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #mcu #Moon knight x reader #Marc Spector x reader #Arthur harrow

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nyssaswitch · 11 months ago

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Chapter 10

Áron’s POV

I see Y/N scurrying out of one of the guest bedrooms, Héctor following suit.

My heart breaks, when I see Y/N on the verge of tears.

Without thinking I walk up to her and pull on her hand, she looks up at me with watery eyes.

“What do you want Áron?”

“You look like you’re in need of a friend, talk to me”.

“I’m fine”.

“You’re clearly not”.

“Why do you care?”

“I care more than I let on”, I mumble.

“Let’s talk”.

I grab her hand and gesture her towards the guest bedroom.

“What’s going on?”

“I, I’m just so confused,” she mutters.

“Why?”

“Because Marc and Héctor are both after me and it’s confusing the hell out of me”.

“I don’t see what’s so confusing about that.”

“It messes up my mind, one minute, Héctor’s on my mind, the next all I can think about is Marc.”

“Just choose”.

“It’s not that simple, I don’t wanna lose either of them” she sighs.

“Maybe you just need some help to take your mind off of things”.

“What do you mean?”

“Forget about Héctor and Marc, I’m here with you now. I say, as I look into her eyes.”

I grab her hand and rub my thumb over the back of her hand.

“Seems to me like you could use a distraction.”

“I don’t know,” she laments.

“I hug her and she embraces me” and as she does so, my mind starts racing.

“You know, I”ll always be there for you, right? Even if Marc of Héctor ever hurts you.”

“Why?” She murmurs.

“Because from the second that I laid eyes on you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

She looks up at me.

“I continue and any man would be lucky to have you”.

She buries her head against my chest, as I feel a wet spot forming on my shirt.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you” I whisper.

We stand there in silence, Y/N weeping quietly.

“Please stop crying”.

“I can’t”.

“I can’t stand to see you cry, it makes me want to hurt the guy who made you shed all of these tears. Tell me, was it Héctor or Marc?”

“No Áron don’t!”

“I need to know.”

“I, my head is all foggy.”

“I’m more than happy to pummel both of them.”

“Please, don’t do anything rash, stay here, with me.”

“I can’t control myself, knowing that the bastard who's responsible for your tears, is in the same house as us.”

I start shaking.

Y/N, sensing my anger looks up at me.

“Please, I can’t have you hurt either of them.”

“Why, because you’re madly in love with both?”

“No, because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

My heart skips a beat, when Y/N let out those words.

“I don’t care Y/N this is unacceptable!”

“You don’t have to resort to violence.”

“How else will they learn?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Trust me, it is, you haven’t seen yourself crying, but I can.”

“I wonder what Gavi will think of this, if he sees his little sister crying like this. Especially once he knows that Marc and Héctor are responsible for those tears”.

I let go of Y/N and make my way to the door.

Y/N shrieks and grabs my arm “you can’t tell Gavi, please, I”ll do anything, just don’t go to Gavi, please”.

I turn around “or what”, I bite back.

“These two need to learn their lesson.”

“No!” She howls.

“Please, he”ll kill them.”

“It’s what they deserve,” I grumble.

“Stay here, stay with me,” she pleads.

“Convince me, " I retort.

She looks at me longingly and cups my cheeks. Then she places a soft kiss on my mouth.

At first, I’m taken aback, but I quickly answer her and press my lips against hers.

“Don’t leave me,” she begs.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere now,” I say with a grin.

“Show me what you want baby”.

“You”.

Our kisses grow heavier and my hands trail down, resting on her bum.

Y/N let out a moan.

“You like that baby?” I smirk.

“Yes”, she says whining.

I place both of my hands on her ass and knead her cheeks.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, you have no idea how hard you make me, while wearing that bikini”.

She giggles “glad you liked it”.

“I love getting you all riled up” she says.

“Do you now?”.

“Yes, I love the effect I have on you”, she says, while placing her hand on my crotch.

“Seems like someone’s excited.”

“You turn me on,” I whisper in her ear.

“Good” she chuckles.

“Are you still willing to do everything I say?”

“Yes”, I say without thinking twice.

“You’re gonna regret saying that”, she smirks, with a devious glint in her eyes.

She pushes me onto the bed, “take off your clothes”, she says demandingly.

“Now”.

I hastily take off my clothes.

“You”ll be referring to me as mistress or goddess, understood?”

“Yes”.

“Yes what?”

“Yes mistress”.

“Good boy”.

“I want you to get hard for me.”

I look at her expectantly.

“She grins, no I’m not gonna be helping you, you can jerk it yourself just fine. Can’t you?”

“Yes mistress”, I whimper.

“That’s how I like to hear it”.

I quickly grow hard, just by listening to her voice.

“What do you think you’re doing? She snaps”.

“Wha, what?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that correctly.”

“What am I doing wrong, mistress?”

“You’re stroking with your entire hand, did I say you could do so?”

“No.”

“No, what?”

“No mistress”.

“Good boy, I want you to stroke with two fingers only”.

“But mistress, I can’t stay hard like that.”

“That’s not my problem”, she bites back.

I quickly let go and start stroking my cock with two fingers only.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“No it wasn’t mistress.”

“And since you’re being so insolent, I’ve decided to punish you.”

“No mistress, please.”

Ah, ah, ah, she tuts, you should be saying “yes mistress, anything you want”.

“Yes mistress, anything you want”.

“Good boy, now give me 15 edges.”

“Wha - what?”

“I can’t.”

“You can, I’ve just decided.”

“And I’ve also decided that you don’t get to cum, not today at least.”

“Oh, please mistress, I”ll do anything, anything!” I grovel.

“No, I’ve already made up my mind, now be a good boy and give me 15 edges”.

I look at her, my eyes begging.

“Stop pouting, I don’t have all day.”

After hitting 3 edges, I let go of my cock and let out a sigh.

“Please mistress, I need to cum so bad”.

“I don’t think so, you need to learn how to behave. And since you’re wasting my time, I”ll be stroking your cock for you. So useless, you can’t do anything I say.”

“Now don’t get your hopes up, this is still a punishment.”

“Yes mistress, of course mistress.”

“Remember: don’t cum it’s imperative.”

“I wouldn’t mistress.”

“Not even a ruined orgasm.”

“No, not if you say so.”

“What will you give me, if your cock can’t contain itself and decides to treat itself to a ruin without my permission?”

“A - anything”, I whine.

“Is that so?”

“Yes mistress, my orgasms belong to you.”

“And you”ll do anything I say?”

“Yes anything!”

“Good, the next three times we see each other I”ll be denying your orgasm.”

I look at her, aghast.

“Pouting won’t get you anywhere, I told you to behave and you didn’t listen.”

“Don’t despair slave, I”ll let out your little cock and there”ll be plenty of edging, just no cumming.”

“Oh please, please mistress, you can ruin me, please, won’t you settle for a ruined orgasm?”

“Poor slave, does your cock really need to cum that bad?”

“Yes mistress it does.”

“Hmm, let me think about it. No.” She throws her head back and cackles.

“Since you’ve been so disobedient, I don’t trust that you can keep your hands to yourself.”

She takes my hands and ties them to the headboard.

“Now you’re completely at my mercy.”

I wriggle around, Y/N just cackles.

“I love seeing my slaves tied up and hopeless, squirming around.”

“Go ahead boy, hump the air.”

“No friction, not even a touch, until I say so.”

“Yes mistress, of course mistress.”

She takes her fingertip and traces it up and down my shaft. Up and down she goes, never adding another finger.

“I can see precum starting to form at the tip”, she squeals.

“Let me help you out there”, she says, while bending over and slowly licking the precum off of the head.

“Argh” I let out a gasp and wriggle my hips.

“Sensitive now, are we?”

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet”, Y/N stands up and walks to the bathroom. Once she’s back she shows me what’s in her hand: a makeup brush.”

“I love doing my makeup with this brush, but I love teasing you with it even more”, she says, with a wicked smile on her face.

She starts brushing my balls with the brush, ever so slightly

I let out a moan.

“I think your cock isn’t quite leaky enough”.

She starts picking up the pace and the brush strokes get faster and faster.

My cock grows hard in anticipation.

“Please mistress, no more”, I groan.

“No more what?”

“No more teasing.”

“So you”ll finally behave and be an obedient little slave?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good boy”.

“Let’s continue with the edges shall we?”

“And that makes 7”, Y/N says while letting go of my cock.

“I’m having so much fun, aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress, it’s so much fun”.

My cock feels like it’s on fire. The veins are thick, purple and popping out. My balls are blue and heavy, waiting to burst. Every stroke could be the one to send me over the edge. And there’s still 8 more edges to go.

“Does my poor boy need a break?”

“Yes, mistress please.”

“Alright then, I knew I brought this with me for a very special occasion.”

Y/N returns from the bathroom in a stunning lingerie set.

“Well, how does it look on me?”

“Gorgeous”, I say quickly.

Aren’t you thankful for this gift?

“Yes, mistress I am.”

“So me just how thankful you are and put that tongue to use.”

“Y/N hovers over me and I lick and suck her clit until she cums.”

Her moans alone, almost send me over the edge.

“Now let’s pick up where we left off.”

She stands up and inspects my cock, then traces her fingertip over the base. “Poor boy, I see that break did nothing to cool you down, if anything, it’s made this dick even harder.”

“Oh well, I’ve given you plenty of time to cool off, it’s not my fault that you can’t control your own cock.” She shrugs.

“I need you to be a good boy and count the edges for me, can you do that?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Yes what?”

“I”ll count the edges for you mistress.”

“That’s a good boy.”

“8, 9, you’re doing so well my slave”.

“Thank you mistress.”

“I think it’s time for some cooling down, don’t you think?”

“Yes mistress, I’d love some cooling down.”

Y/N returns from the bathroom holding a bottle of baby oil.

“I know how you love these tits, wouldn’t they look even prettier covered in oil?”

Slowly she lets the oil glide in ropes over her breasts. Then she starts rubbing the oil in, until her entire cleavage is left soft and shiny.

I gulp when I take all of it in, my cock twitching.

“Oh, I felt that” someone’s getting excited, she chirps.

“Let’s inspect that cock of yours.”

She bends over and starts fondling my balls. “Oh my, it looks like you’re about to burst.”

“Good boy, I want you close, the closest you can get without bursting. Understand?”

“Yes mistress I understand.”

“Good, now where did we leave off?”

“10, 11, almost there, hold on big boy”.

Her hand lets go of my cock and I grunt.

“Awh, I know it’s hard, but I know you can hold it, because that’s what mistress told you to.”

“Yes mistress, I can hold”.

“Since we’re almost at the end, I think you deserve another reward.”

“Well, aren’t you gonna thank me for being so generous?”

“Thank you mistress, for being so generous, I don’t deserve it.”

“That’s right you don’t, but here I am spoiling you, yet again.” She tuts.

“I’m gonna have a pretend orgasm on top of you, I”ll hump that pathetic little cock of yours, let out a moan or two and you can imagine that your cock is buried deep inside me. Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Yes mistress, I’d like that very much.”

“Good slave.”

Y/N starts humping my cock and starts bouncing. What a sight to behold. I can’t stop staring at her breasts. They look so beautiful bouncing up and down, even if I can’t see all of them, because her bra is still covering them.

When she finally “cums”, she squirts some lotion all over her cleavage.

“Oh, mistress, I exclaim.”

“What?” She asks innocently.

“That almost made me cum”, I cry.

“Luckily you didn’t, because there’s still 4 more edges to go.”

“Oh, mistress, please, please have mercy.”

“No, you’re gonna learn how to behave,” she says firmly.

She wraps her hand tightly around my erection and starts pumping ferociously. Within seconds I have to stop her.

“Mistress, stop.”

“How close were you?”

“So close”, I sigh.

“12 down, 3 more to go.”

This time, Y/N wraps both hands around my cock and gives it a few tugs.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming and I have to stop her swiftly.

“Mistress, I’m close”, I let out.

“That makes 13”, she says jovially.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy for me, I”ll use my tongue for the 14th round.”

“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?”

“Thank you mistress, please use your tongue on me mistress.”

Y/N’s tongue is warm and soft and slides up and down my cock. I tremble and groan, since Y/N doesn’t wrap her mouth around my entire length. Instead I’m treated to long and slow licks.

“Please mistress, please take all of me inside your mouth.”

“What makes you think you’re worthy? What makes you think you deserve to have that entire cock wrapped by these pretty lips?”

“I don’t deserve it”, I say hastily. “But please, I’ve been such a good boy for you, haven’t I?”

“Sorry, no can do, since I’m certain that you won’t be able to hold it if I took all of you inside of my mouth.”

“Besides, we’re almost there,” she says brightly.

She slowly starts massaging my cock and I hit the edge in no time.

“S - stop” I exclaim.

“Very well then,” that makes 15 edges.

She laps up the remaining droplets of precum with her tongue.

My cock is stiff and my balls heavy.

“I know you haven’t gotten the release that you wanted so badly, but wasn’t it so much fun?”

“Yes mistress, I had a lot of fun.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Then you’re in luck”, she says while untying my hands.

“Because I feel like making out.”

“I”ll allow you go grope my ass and breasts all you want, but this pretty set of lingerie is staying on.”

“Yes mistress.”

I kiss her hungrily and grab onto her butt.

This kissing and heavy petting is getting me so worked up, I’m hard again in no time.

Before I know it, my cock starts twitching and spasming, I try to relieve myself by rubbing my cock against Y/N’s belly, but she quickly catches on.

“Oh no baby I don’t think so”.

She let’s go of me and watches as my cock spams, cum trickling out of the head ever so slowly.

My body finally gave in and came, but it doesn’t feel like release. My balls are still heavy, screaming for a proper orgasm.

Y/N licks up the stream of cum and says “awh, baby, so worked up, it wasn’t even a proper ruin”.

“Please let me cum next time, mistress.”

“No, out of the question. The next three times I”ll be seeing you you agreed to get denied, remember?”

“Yes mistress, I say,” deflatedly.

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