#I love my boy Steven but I always feel that Marc and Jake are left out

[soba-riri]

I feel so sad when someone mentions Steven is on the spectrum, but there's barely any acknowledgment that Marc and Jake are also autistic...

[halfmoonshines]

marc spector/steven grant/jake lockley x reader

summary: you loved all of your boys equally. most days.

or; they're all amazing in their own ways, but definitely have their strong suits.

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You were going to strangle Marc Spector, you were sure of it. You were also sure that Steven would forgive you, and Jake probably wouldn't bat an eye.

How many times had you told this man that you had a laundry basket for a reason? Fist of Vengeance or not, his socks still stunk and you were getting tired of padding around the apartment twice a week collecting them all.

You slammed the washer door shut a little too hard just as you heard the front door open and click shut.

"I'm home, love! They had a great deal on your favorite cream cheese at the shops." Steven's honey accent pierces the quiet of your anger and you immediately simmer; his sunny disposition a cold water on your raging fire. You had nearly forgotten that he was the one who went to the store.

"That's great." You said as you rounded the corner, a smile on your face.

Steven paused in his unloading the groceries, a furrow creasing his brow. "Are you alright, sweets? You look tense." He crossed the small kitchen over to you, hands settling lightly on your shoulders. Leave it to Steven to see the slightest bit of tension in you.

You have a loving eye roll, moving closer to wrap your own arms around him. "I'm okay, Steven. Just slightly peeved at Marc for being so messy."

His hold dropped to your waist and he rested his chin on top of your head, a mirthful chuckle rumbling out of his chest. "That he is, love. Right disgusting bugger. Shall we do something about him?"

"I thought you wouldn't take kindly to me choking him with the next dirty sock I find."

"I'm sure I can look the other way."

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"You're being ungrateful, you need to actually listen to me-"

Conversations with your mother never went over well, but this time you were well tired of listening to it.

"I am not being ungrateful, Sharon. I'm being realistic. Don't call me again." You slammed the phone down with a force, shaking the glass of water you had perched on the dining table. You winced, knowing that smart phones weren't made to take that kind of beating but you were far past the point of caring.

She always knew how to rile you up; to upset you and make you feel guilty. You didn't even know why you bothered to pick up her calls anymore. Some sick sense of ownership.

The hands that turned you were warm and familiar, the chest that greeted you smelling of musk and pine.

"You want to talk about it?" Marc's voice made you wince. Steven was the one that left the house this morning, you hadn't been aware that they planned to switch. You hated talking about this stuff with Marc, knowing full well it never compared to the relationship he suffered with his own mother.

You gave a shake of your head and met his dark brown gaze. "It's fine, babe. Same old attitude."

Marc's smirk lacked the usual humor. He raised one of his hands to twirl a loose piece of your hair, tracing the movement with his eyes. "You know you don't have to bottle it up, right? How you feel is important. Don't ignore that just because I have my own issues."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. "That's quite the self aware statement, Mr. Spector. I'm impressed."

Marc's smile morphed into that familiar one and he returned your earlier eye roll. "Don't deflect. I'm here if you want to talk."

You dropped your hand to his and started to pull him towards the kitchen. "We can talk while we cook. I'm starving."

"I can agree with that."

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You were being followed, you were sure of it. You tried not to hasten your steps too much, knowing full well that the person who had been following you for the last six blocks would give chase.

You wouldn't escape them.

You and the boys had obviously gone through this kind of situation before. Being the fist of Khonshu didn't come with a fan club, but it certainly did build a repertoire of enemies. If they lived, that is.

Your breath was puffing out of you in clouds as you power walked down a road parallel to your own, debating the merits on showing this man where you lived on the off chance that Marc was home.

You could hear the footsteps behind you speed up and you returned it in kind, kicking into a slow jog - all pretense of being unaware going out the window.

You glanced over your shoulder to see the man approaching quickly, and that was the first mistake you made.

The second one was hesitating when another men stepped out of the shadows of a store front. You knocked into him firmly, breath escaping out of your chest while his harsh grip dug into your shoulders.

Oh, you were fucked.

The man who had been following you caught up to you then, hand clasping over your mouth to muffle the strangled scream you had attempted.

Those training sessions in the living room with Jake felt like a distant memory with the blood pumping through your veins. You kicked wildly at the man in front of you, managing to graze that sensitive bit between his legs.

"I'm going to enjoy this so much more now." The accent was Irish, but you were quickly distracted by the large knife he brought up to your throat.

You stopped thrashing, all too aware of the sharp tip of steel biting into the sensitive skin on your neck. A stray tear rolled out of your eye, fate becoming more concrete.

"Hurry it up, Joey. We don't have time to dally."

"Shut yer pipe-" The man holding the knives voice gurgled briefly before he collapsed on the ground in front of you, the tips of crescent moon shaped knives poking out of the front of his chest.

You found him instantly, half masked by the shadows on the street.

"Bloody fuck." The man holding you simply tightened his hold, one hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back. The squeal you gave wasn't by choice but you could see the start that the suited man watching you gave. "Stay over there, white devil, or she will die with me. Do you hear-"

You almost didn't see it, the knife being thrown but it was embedded in the goon's throat before your next breath. He released you all at once and you fell forward from the force, gloved hands catching you before you could hit the pavement.

You were heaving breaths, vaguely aware that you were going into something akin to shock but unable to pull yourself out.

"Breathe, mi corazon. You need to take slow breaths." Jake's own hands were shaking almost imperceptibly, you could tell that he was struggling to keep a lid on his fury.

You dragged in a deep breath through your nose, forcing yourself to sit on it before exhaling. You folded into his embrace, fresh tears springing into your eyes. "I'm sorry."

Jake's scoff was almost offensive. "What the fuck are you sorry about?"

You gestured to yourself haphazardly. "Completely losing my shit the first time that something happens to me."

The suit disappeared then, his bare hand gripping your chin lightly, bringing your gaze to his. There was fire churning there, and you realized you mistook some of his anger. There was fear there too. For you, though. Never himself.

"Don't you ever apologize to me when there's," His hand lowered a bit, ghosting over the line of red that the knife had left on your throat. "Blood dripping down you. Blood that's my fault." You understood then, the hard clench of his jaw. "Mierda, babe. This could've ended so differently."

Your hand wraps around the his wrist, bringing it into your lap, willing him to look at you instead of the wound he was fixated on. "But it wasn't. Because you were here. I'm okay, Jake."

Something flashed in his eyes, and a cloud passed over his face. He was bottling it up, you could tell, but there wasn't much you could do about that right now. "Let's get you home."

You let him help you off the pavement, keeping a grounding hand on his arm. Jake hesitated a moment, question poised on his tongue.

"What is it?"

"Are you sure you're okay? If you want to talk it out, I can step back. It would probably be good to have someone to talk to-"

Your kiss was chaste, but served its purpose of shutting him up. "If I wanted to talk about it, I could do that with you, Jake. You don't need to go anywhere."

"You know I'm not very good at that-"

"You're perfect." You insisted. No room for arguments.

He smiled wryly, arm wrapping around your waist. "How about I run you a bath when we get home and we order some takeout. What are you hungry for?"

"Surprise me."

[redeyerhaenyra]

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Summary: It's been a month since you've broken up with the moon knight system, and you start to notice someone.. watching you

Warnings: Stalking, breaking and entering, kidnapping, yandere themes, angst, no beta we die like harrow

Notes: So after all the positive responses on this post I just had to create in headcanon form- for those who want to listen to the song that inspired this fic, here :)

Breaking up with the moon boys was the hardest thing you'd ever had to do, but it did need to be done.

With the near constant dissappearing to do Khonshu's bidding, sometimes for weeks on end, with only a note or a text to tell you where they were and then radio silence, it was just too much for you. Your heart couldn't take waiting for them, worrying that they would never return, even if Khonshu was protecting them.

And so, you had begun the process of moving out during the time they were away on a mission.

Marc had come home to find your clothes, trinkets, anything that would indicate your presence gone.

You were there though.

Normally you'd be so happy to see him again, running up to him and kissing him with all your might.

Today, instead, you sadly smiled at him.

"Baby, what's up?" Marc had asked, gently holding your forearms after you had rejected his hug. He could tell you were upset.

"Baby?" "I'm leaving, Marc. I'm sorry."

He had stared at you, dumbfounded. You swallowed down your tears- "I can't do this anymore." You didn't have to explain, you knew what he meant.

You waited anxiously for his response, instead spying his eyes roll back into his head, and now you were faced with Steven and oh god, his eyes, they were already tearing up.

Coward, you thought of Marc, which was admittedly a little harsh but breaking up with them would be so much harder facing Steven's sorrowful gaze.

Steven looked terrified, moving to cup your face in his hands and you had to physically move back to stop him.

"D-darlin', please, what'cha talkin' about?" "I'm sorry steven-" "Please don't leave us love, please, 'can't do it without you please-"

"Stop it." You'd said firmly, Steven sobbed. You couldn't help but take his hands in yours, ever wanting to comfort him.

"Steven.. I will always love you," "Then why'd you have to leave!?" "Because I can't do this anymore!!"

You were both crying now. "I-i can't take waiting for you to never come home to me anymore, Steven, I can't do it."

Steven's gazed was fixed on the ground, his tears dripping onto the floorboards. You gave his hands one final squeeze, before pulling away.

"I will always love you, all of you, but my heart cannot take it anymore.. goodbye."

The strength with which it took to pull yourself away from Steven should have won you a medal, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying even more as you left him.

That was a month ago- with the help of a few friends you'd found yourself a decently priced flat for rent on the other side of London. Far enough away, you hoped.

It wasn't far enough. Jake had found out where you lived within days of you leaving. He knew it was wrong, but the part of him that didn't care grew and grew into something monstrous. At this stage the other boys weren't saying anything to disapprove of his actions, and so he continued to watch you.

He'd drive circles around your block to relearn your new routine, and you hadn't yet realised it was his cab you kept seeing.

The one person you actually hadn't said goodbye to was Jake- he hadn't fronted when you'd left, and you would always wonder if he was there, just choosing not to show himself. But if he wasn't? He'd have woken up to the discovery that you weren't together anymore and you'd always feel guilty for that.

But... you tried to move on with your life, as best you could.

It felt wrong to start dating again, but your friends had urged you to, even if it was a one night thing.

The guy you'd matched with on bumble was nice enough, smart, good looking- he wasn't them though. While he was polite and friendly during your dinner date, he wasn't your boys.

He'd walked you home, and you'd set up a second date. All things considered it was successful- but you just felt.. wrong about the whole thing. Like you were cheating, even though you weren't.

You'd guessed it wasn't all that successful, as he'd ghosted you a day or so after your date.

It was a week or so later that you'd seen the news report of his body having turned up in the Thames. God how awful! He hadn't ghosted you- the poor guy had been murdered.

Jake had really earned a bollocking off of Steven and Marc for that one, but he knew they were relieved you wouldn't be seeing that man again.

You'd decided to halt the dating game after that, for a while at least.

You were lonely though, there was no denying. Having no one to cuddle up to in bed sucked.

And so.. the logical conclusion was a pet, no?

Eventually, you found a young, ginger tomcat named "Franklin" in a nearby animal shelter and you just fell in love, you brought him home the same day.

He was great, not exactly filling the whole in your heart left by three men but you certainly adored him, and who wouldn't say no to curling up in bed with a cat every evening? Certainly not you.

One day, you'd left work for your lunch break only for the horrifying realisation to hit you: You'd forgot to feed Franklin that morning! You rushed home as fast you could- only to discover that, you had fed him, even when you were sure you hadn't.

And yet there he was, munching on his bowl of kibble.

Something squeaked under your foot- you looked down- oh, it was one of Franklin's toys. You threw it across the room for him to play with but- hang on... you didn't remember buying him that toy.

You shook your head free of thoughts that you were going mad- everyone forgets things, even buying specific cat toys. Or maybe one of your friends had left it when they'd been over- it didn't matter.

You moved to leave your flat and return to work- only to find your door lock jammed.

The locksmith you'd hurriedly called in was able to fix it in a jiffy, though advised that the jam was probably due to a break in, and that you should change your locks.

A chill ran down your spine- you checked and double checked, nothing of value had been stolen, but someone had been in your home! Is that who had fed Franklin? Who'd left him the toy?

You changed the locks, and threw out the strange toy.

Jake couldn't stop watching you. It was becoming more and more of a problem.

He was ignoring Khonshu and actively pushing Marc and Steven out when they tried to front, knowing they'd put and end to his antics.

But none of them could deny that they wanted, needed you back. Jake just considered himself the only one with the balls to get you back.

There was no warmth in his life now that you weren't there. Steven's flat no longer felt like home without your t-shirts in the laundry, or the brand of coffee you love but Marc hates in the cupboards.

He knew he ought to leave his little girl alone, but the fact remained you were his little girl. Jake would stop at nothing to have his bebita back.

Now it was two months since you'd broken up with the system. Life wasn't perfect, but you were chugging along.

You turned the lights on in your flat, yawning. Work was tough today, but it was Friday, and you had some left over popcorn in the cupboard. Film night~!

"Franklin? Baby? Mummy's home~!" You cooed, knowing that he always came bounding up and purring whenever you came home.

But.. he didn't. Your flat was silent. No distant meowing or the jingle of the bell on his collar. Nothing.

"Franklin?" You stepped further into your flat, worry seeping through you.

"Franklin..?!" Your tone became more and more erratic with the realisation that Franklin wasn't home- and then someone had covered your eyes with their hand, and pressed a strange scented cloth to your mouth. You kicked and screamed and struggled but it was no use- the chloroform had knocked you out in seconds.

Jake held you tenderly to his chest as you faded into unconsciousness. Steven had earlier expressed his distaste at this plan, but neither him or Marc said anything now, so close to having you again.

You woke the next day, nauseous and tired. The distant meowing you heard gave you comfort- it had all been a bad dream.

But when you opened your eyes, you were met with the horrifying scene of Steven's flat, not your own. So familiar, in any other situation you would have been glad to be here.

You shifted to sit up, eyes working their way down to notice your ankle tied to the bed with the restraint normally reserved for Steven.

You choked back a sob- a hum ripping your gaze to the other end of the room.

There lay Franklin, enjoying some pets from the man who's lap he laid on.

Jake Lockley stared back at you, you could tell it was him, you could always tell between them.

"Buenos dias, hermosa." His voice was rich like coffee, normally so comforting but now? It sent a shudder down your spine.

"You and I have some things to discuss, sí?"

[first-edition]

Moon boys (Steven grant/ Marc Spector/Jake lockley X Fem! Reader)

Sum- Night before christmas your husbands give you a special gift.

Warnings- Oral sex (fem recv.), SEX. P-in-V, Unprotected, rough sex, hair pulling, light slapping, squirting, mirror kink (if you squint.), riding, pet names, mention of both male and female parts, cussing, 18+ language and themes, after care, long intercourse, hickies, my ditty google translate Spanish. (Sorry)

SMEI-PROOF-READ sorry for errors (suck it up)

THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR THOSE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 READ WITH CAUTION AND HAPPY SMUTMAS.

Sitting on the bed, legs crossed, you watch as Steven feeds his fish the premium fish food he got for christmas. 

“There you go gus…special food.” he says watching him eat it. 

“What are you doing baby?” Marc speaks as he stands putting the food to the side. 

“Nothing.. Just watching you both talk to the fish.” you smile looking up to him as he walks to you standing in front of you. 

“I got all the presents wrapped and under the uh…tree.” you say looking over at the fake little tree that sits on a box in the corner of the room. 

“Hmm. Steven not get a real one this year?” he asks you to shake your head. 

“It's okay though.” you say scooching back onto the bed as he kneels on it the covers dipping under his weight. His lips connect with yours as you both share a passionate kiss. 

His lips move to your jaw line. 

“Fuck…you smell so good.” he grunts into your neck leaving sloppy kissing behind. His hands move under your shirt. You feel his calloused fingers against the skin of your waist moving higher to connect to your breast as his thumb brushes over your nipple. 

“I know you feel so much better.” he says gruffly in your ear causing blush to attack your face your breathing speeding up. You take his face in your hands connecting his lips with yours. His hand leaves your chest and moves to your thigh pulling your legs apart lifting your leg up and around his waist holding onto your thigh before leaning back from your lips and pulling off his shirt. 

His scarred, ripped chest mouthwatering to your sight. He pulls off his belt discarding it and his shirt somewhere in the room. He comes right back to your lips kissing you deeply breathing in your scent. Your hands feel along his skin. Breaking the kiss for s second once more to pull your shirt off your breast free nipple harder from both arousal and cold air. Youre left in your small christmas themed panties. 

“Imma give you over to steven baby huh?” Marc speaks lowly, glazing in the mirror after Stephen was yelling at him to go first. 

“M-marc.” you breathly speak. He kisses down your body since they've learned to shift without it looking like a seizure; it's seamless to his voice shifting into Steven's sweet English accent. 

“I'm going to take these off now, love.” he speaks softly which makes you giggle at his politeness where Mark would rip them off without asking. 

You nod to him and he pulls off your panties, mouth watering at the sight of you always so wet and ready for him. 

Before any other word or action can be done he grips your thighs throwing them over his shoulders and diving face first into your cunt his skilled tounge immedtley finding your clit suckling and swirling. 

“A-ah! f-Fuck! Ste-steven!” you scream out in pure pleasure of a moan as you weren't expecting such pleasure so fast it shocked you. He answers you with a moan, the vibration hitting a new type of nerve. 

Your hand finds his hair gripping his fluffy curls, your other hand gripping the bed sheet under you, your back arching. His tongue dips into your entrance back to your clit over and over as your writhe in pleasure. He will never miss the chance to eat you out so good you go absolutely brain dead for him. 

Marc should be waiting in his headspace but he sits in the reflection with Jake, arms crossed, watching as you moan and whine under Steve's firm grip holding onto your thighs. The sight of his alter makes you feel the best turning him on even more. Making him more excited for his turn. 

“St-steven..ah sl-slow down. Ngh!” you gasp out back arching as you feel your climax approaching. But he does the exact opposite and wraps his arms around each thigh sitting up kneeling sitting back on his heels pulling your body up with him your lower half off the bed. 

You gasp as you make eye contact with him, his eyes dark and lust blows before your eyes roll back cumming into your husband's mouth. 

You grip the sheets tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Giving your cunt one last drag lick of his tongue does he carefully set you down licking his lips before wiping his mouth like he just devoured his dinner. 

You pant fuck out already with out even any dick. Steven glances at the mirror and Marc fronts getting up off the bed pulling off his pants, his already hardened cock leaking and twitching in his grasp. 

“You ready for round two baby?” he asks not really wantign an answer as he’ll fuck you anyway. 

“Wh-what?” you ask not to hear him. But before you can decipher the message he pulls your legs again rubbing his tip up and down against your used slit. You flinch in pleasure as he brushes over your stimulated clit. 

“Come here honey.” he says taking your arms placing them around his neck as he allows you to brace for the fucking hes gonna give you. 

He slides in easily as you were well teased before. Bottoming out in you in no time he begins to thrust up into you. 

“Shit…” he groans, feeling you clench down around him. Your nails dig into his skin as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Ma-a-a-arc!” you moan out as he impales you over and over his member is perfect in every way filling you so good. 

“You fucking slut baby, my fucking slut huh?” he groans. 

“yes - ah -y-yours.” you moan uncontrollably as he pulls your leg over his shoulder kissing and marking up your inner thigh. He pants and groans at your pulsing walls as he takes you over and over. 

He leans back slighting allowing his hand to dip between you his thumb connecting to your overly sensitive clit and with a view rubs you cum on his cock mouth opening into an o face beautifully contorting. Your clenching cunt around him makes Marc cum deep into you with a moan. 

He lets go of your leg carefully taking it off his shoulder resting it on the bed making sure to stay in between your legs. He leans down to you kissing your face and neck making you giggle. Marc chuckles into your neck as you wrap your arms around him pulling him down to you.

“Don't say that,” he says. 

“I didn't say anything.” you speak. 

“Mm-mm not you baby, jake.” he says, glancing back at the mirror set up in the corner of the room, a hidden kink between the two of you.

You turn your head, you see you and Marc are still tangled in each other, you smirk before pushing Marc over to your on top of him. You look behind you at the mirror before Marc smacks his hand down on your ass making you gasp and giggle again. 

“Come on Jake, honey, if you got something to say. say it to my face…papi.” you joke the last word. The once soft placement of Marc's hand on your ass turns into a tight grip. 

“I was saying, that if you can smile and laugh you havent been fucked rough enough.'' Jake says you look down seeing your other lover. Hard blush now pasting your cheeks. 

“F-fuck.” you stutter not expecting him to actually front. Out of the three you rarely see jake he’ll only come out when both marc and steven arnt doing well and usually he’ll come out to give you the fucking of a life time. But on rare occasions he’ll join you in the shower just to run his hands along your body, tease you about and then help you dry and dress before cuddling for a bit before you wake up and either Marc or Steven are back. But goddamn is he good at after care.

His arm extends his hand wrapping around your throat snugly before he sits up. Your mouth falls agape. 

“What? No smile for me Princessa?” He says you give a cocky smile before he slaps your cheek, not enough to do any true damage but just enough for you to feel as it goes straight to your pussy again squeezing around his now hardened dick. 

“Smile again.” he says which comes out more like a threat as his lips grazing against your jaw line. You do so and in return get another slap making you giggle which pisses him off more he takes his other hand, the one he slapped you with, and pulls your head back by your hair causing a whimper out of you wiping the smile off your face. 

He takes his handoff your throat and moves it to your hip patting your skin speaking his accent strong. 

“Ride,” he speaks. You don't listen but once he gives a firm tug to your hair you whine and then move your hips forwards and back. His grip on your hair loses but not enough for you to look at him as you still look at the ceiling. 

“Arms behind your back, hold your elbows.” He instructs you to immediately list and put them behind your back, bending them and holding onto your own elbows to keep them there much like how he would time them with his belt. 

“Mm good girl.” he groans as your hips move against you forcing all of him to shift in you. Moving his hand from your hip to your breast he pinches your nipple playing with it while his mouth connects to the other one. 

“J-jake.” you gasp out. He tugs on your hair and bites your nipple. 

“Nuh uh!” he snaps at you. 

“P-papi.” you stutter out. 

He hums loosening the grip on your hair once again. 

“Come on princess, you can ride better than that. Marc and Steven had you being a pillow princess, with me, you're gonna work for it.” he says slowly. You pick up the pace but unfortunately you feel as though you're not going to last long. Not with your clit rubbing against him and his cock hitting the perfect spots. He can feel you clenching around him as your movement becomes sloppy he lets go of you completely and grips both your hips stopping you forcing you to freeze your motions panting in ecstasy. 

Your legs shake under you as your orgasm is put on hold. When your legs stop shaking and your breathing goes back to normal, Jake pats your thigh and lays back. 

“Go again.” he says, your eyes widened as you look at him. He raises his eyebrow at you, tightening his grip on your thigh. 

“¿Hice tartamudeo?” He asks you dont answer having known very very little Spanish or atleast what he's taught you. 

“Did I stutter whore?” he asks again not wanting to ask again. 

“No.” you answer only for a sting to hit your thigh as his hand slaps down against the skin. 

“No papi.” you fix your mistakes quickly. Your hips begin to move again keeping your arms behind your back once again feeling the slow eventual build up of an orgasm. Once again he stops you in your lust filled state feeling your cunt fluttering around him making him go crazy on how you please him with being so obedient to his commands. 

“Again,” he says. You let out a shaky breath and once again continue grinding against him. This time you reach your high faster but Jake can still tell but this time he doesn't stop you as he sees tears threatening at the corner of your eyes and your flushed body and worn out legs. 

You reach behind you taking your arms untangling them and bringing your hands up to his chest to support yourself. 

“Go on. Princessa cum for me hm?” he says as your nails dig into his chest making him groan in pleasure as you fuck yourself on him finally cumming. 

“My turn.” he chuckles and grips your hips and roughly thrusts up into you causing you to scream out a moan. Your head falls forward, your hair falling in front of your face as you take his cock once again.

His hand shifts again to your clit making sure to fully overstimulate you. You hear his moans underneath you as you feel his dick twitch inside you signally he’s close. 

“P-pa-api..ah ah!” you moan out the neighbors surely hearing you. 

“Come on princessa squirt on me! hacer un lío hacer un lío.” he speaks 

(make a mess)

“Agh fuck.” Jake groans out as he roughly thrusts up into you cumming deeply into you once again and as if on cue the last rub of your clit your body does exactly what he demanded. Your cunt squirts on him painting his abs.

He chuckles sitting up holding your head up from the back of your neck. Kissing your lips. 

“Good girl.” he says. Before carefully pulling you off him and setting you down he gets you going to the bathroom turning on the bathtub water before wetting a washcloth with the warm water cleaning off his stomach from you and his cum. Hurryign back to you he sees you breathing lightly fucked out laying on your side nude in bed. You're covered in hickies.

“Princess.” he speaks calmly as he pulls his boxers off the floor pulling them on. 

“Hey” he says moving your hair out of your face brushing his thumb against your cheek. You lean into his touch causing a smile to form on his face. 

“You alright?” he asks you to nod your head. 

“Come on.” he says, lifting you like a rag doll and pulling you up into his arms, lifting you off the bed before taking you to the bathroom to help clean up. He changes the sheets and helps you dry and dress before drifting back off to sleep with you. 

[variety-fangirl]

Can I request Marc Spector having a marking/spit kink? I feel like it totally captures his tough exterior but also his need for intimacy and closeness

Forever and Always Yours / Marc Spector x fem!reader

Summary: people abandoned him his whole life until he met you, you loved him endlessly despite his flaws. So any threat to that would cause Marc and the boys to become a little... jealous.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO mentions of Jake and Steven. Porn with some plot. Smut obvs 😏 (rough yet vulnerable sex, marking and spit kink, unprotected p in v, female receiving oral, hand job, mild choking, multiple orgasms, vulnerable and intimate behaviour,) lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: of course my lovely, thank you so much for requesting 😁! I completely agree with you, our baby boy Marc has a very dominating side and yet craves/needs intimacy like his life depends on it. I'm so sorry it took me so long to do, I'm currently moving, finishing college, and trying to listen to my mental health in what I need so writing kind of got put on the back burner for a bit. Hope you love it tho! Thank you for reading, it really does mean the world. Liking, commenting, and reblogging really helps me out.

Word count: 2.8k

Your boys had always been a little... Jealous to say the least. Not that you had minded and it often ended up in my mind-blowing sex so you weren't really complaining but you sometimes wished they knew that they had nothing to worry about. That you were theirs through and through. You never had an issue with reminding any of them of that, which you knew they always appreciated, without even having to say anything. They would always be extremely vulnerable and intimate afterwards, keeping and holding you close with lots of affection on both parts. It was something you had grown to love honestly.

What you hadn't expected though, was for all three to become jealous of your new colleague at work, Justin. He was a super sweet guy, younger than you and on the slightly nerdier side. You had formed a wonderful friendship with him in only a few weeks, helping him to blossom and encouraging him to come out of his shell more. As a thank you, Justin would often buy you coffee and something sweet for breakfast every so often and offer to walk you home on the occasion. You had grown fond of the younger sweet boy, seeing him as a brother you wanted to protect. And you knew he didn't see you as anything more than a friend.

But that didn't stop your boyfriends from freaking out and acting jealous all the same. No matter how many times you had tried to ease their worries or assure them of the only innocent friendship between you and your colleague, they didn't seem to feel any less stressed about the situation. And you weren't exactly sure why. You knew the underlying feelings and traumas hiding beneath that they often refused to talk about, even Steven had been reluctant with information in the three years you'd been with them. You never pushed for further details though, only what they were willing to divulge on their own.

When you finished work this afternoon, it was like any other day. Justin offered to walk you home, his being on the way also, and left together with coffee in hand. The weather was beginning to get colder now, coats and scarves beginning to appear in people's attire. The leaves had begun to turn different colours, with peaks of orange, yellow, and brown forming. You hadn't thought it would be so cold so early, so you'd forgotten to bring a thicker coat or a scarf with you. You begin to shiver, wrapping your coat as tightly around your body and neck as possible but it didn't seem to quench the cold breeze that seemed to blow straight through you. You could feel goosebumps form on your skin. You were almost home luckily.

"You look freezing, come here." Justin fussed, pulling you into his side with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You smile up at him, "Thank you." He nods with a smile, continuing to chat mindlessly about how his latest date had gone, a friend you had set him up with. You smiled fondly, happy that the pair were getting on great, they seemed well-matched. Ten minutes later and you'd finally reached home, the cold had begun to worsen. "Thank you, Justin, I'll see you Monday yeah? Enjoy your date Saturday!" you call with a smile, waving goodbye as he walked to his own home. "See you Monday, thank you!" he called happily. You watched for a moment to ensure he was okay before making your way inside.

You couldn't wait to eat, you hadn't eaten anything in four hours and had been busy so you were starving. It was Marc's turn to cook tonight, he always had something new up his sleeve, he enjoyed cooking. He and Jake were much alike in that sense, not that poor Steven didn't try love him. Once you finally reached your floor, you unlock the door and unload your belongings in their rightful places, grateful to get your shoes off after being stood on them all day. It was 6 PM on the dot when you looked at the clock and your boyfriend was standing by the window of the living room, looking down at the scenery beneath you.

You smile and walk over, wrapping your arms around his surprisingly tense back after setting your coffee down on the living room table. You frown, wondering if something had happened, "hey baby." You whisper loud enough for him to hear, stroking the clothed skin of his back and sides. "That Justin that walked you?" Marc wondered, not making any move to reciprocate affection or turn to face you. You frown into his back, "Yes it was, why?" you question, sensing something wasn't right in his behaviour. Marc ignored your question as he turned around to finally face you, a look of something unreadable on his face.

His reply came with more annoyance and hostility than when he usually mentioned Justin, "I saw him with his arm wrapped around you, all smiles and holding you close." You sigh, pulling him closer with a small smile as you shake your head, "I was cold and didn't dress for the weather, that's all it was, nothing more baby." Grabbing the back of Marc's neck, you pull him down to connect your lips, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. You squeal into Marc's lips as he pushes you against the wall closest to you both, his hand going around your neck but not constricting your breathing. "You're mine, only mine," Marc growls with intent, tightening his grip on your neck just slightly.

You knew you shouldn't find this such a turn-on, this raw jealous possessiveness over you but damn you just couldn't help it when you felt your desire pool in your underwear, an involuntary moan escaping. Marc grabs your legs and lifts you, your body immediately tangling with his, wanting to be as close as possible. With tongues still exploring one another's mouths and hands pulling to remove each other's clothes, Marc carries you to the bedroom. Your back hits the soft mattress, and your boyfriend immediately climbs on top of you, not wanting to be away from you.

Marc pulls his shirt off, gracing your eyes with his beautifully scarred chest and back, you bite your lip as you touch his skin. You wanted him to know just how much you loved him and wanted no other, "god how did I get so lucky?" you whisper, pulling him down to kiss you once more. You often wondered what you did to deserve three amazing men in your life, gifting you with each of their amazing personalities and qualities that you adored. Your hands explore his skin with freedom as you grind against his crotch, feeling how hard he already was. Marc groaned into your mouth, his hips moving as needily as yours.

Marc pulls back enough to remove your shirt, throwing it on the floor with his. He groans as he sees you hadn't worn a bra today, his hands groping your breasts. You gasp as his fingers brush and play with your nipples, his eyes staring in wonder as they harden at the exposure of multiple sensations at once. Marc's lips attach to your left nipple, licking a stripe up the little nub before sucking gently. You throw your head back with an open mouth as electric jolts of pleasure pulse down to your core, ruining your underwear further. Marc's lips travel up your nipple to the soft flesh of your breast where he bites and sucks, the mix of pleasure from his fingers playing with your right nipple and the pain of his assault on your left breast was delicious. After a few moments, he works his way over to the other breast to repeat the process to mark the other.

As his lips kiss their way down your body to your waist, his fingers make quick work of removing your jeans and underwear. He pulls your remaining clothing down your legs, moving backwards down the bed at the same time to get off. You watch with your bottom lip between your teeth as he discards his remaining clothing on the floor with yours. You smile as he returns on top of you, his face moving to connect with your core. Marc's tongue licked a stripe up your lips before working its way between to give your clit some attention. You cry out, finally feeling some relief of your swollen clit. Marc licked in upwards motions and sucked gently at the little nub, luckily not teasing you any further. His tongue stimulated your clit just the way you liked, each jolt of intense pleasure building the growing knot in your stomach.

"You like that baby?" Marc questions without moving his mouth away from your vagina. You nod frantically, "So good Marc." you knew each of your boys enjoyed hearing their name during sex, it made them individually feel acknowledged and special. Marc groans into your core at the mention of your nap, kitten licking you in between praises. "Look at me, who's making you feel this good?" he demanded softly, looking up at you, but not letting up on the stimulation of your clit. You lift your head to look down at him, almost coming at the sight of his dishevelled hair and swollen pink lips between your legs. You knew Marc and your other boys were possibly feeling a little insecure and jealous about the Justin thing so you wanted to squash any qualms they may have had about it. You moan, "You Marc. Only you, Steven, and Jake can ever make me feel this good and more. No one else."

He seems satisfied with your answer, his eyes flicking to the mirror in the corner of the room behind you, before turning to look back at you. "That's our girl." He dives back in but adds a finger into the mix, making you cry out instantly. The sounds of your juices filled the room obscenely, you were so wet that Marc could add a second finger quickly. It wasn't long before you could feel your orgasm approaching, the intense pleasure building at a rapid pace. "That's it, baby. Come for me." Marc groaned, pumping his fingers inside of you a little faster. You couldn't breathe properly as you approached your high, your body squirming to feel release. You scream loudly as you finally come crashing down, Marc working you through your high. He laps up everything you give him, not leaving one drop to go to waste before crawling up to kiss you.

You can taste yourself on his lips as his tongue invades your mouth, making you moan. You allow your hand to wander down Marc's body, working between his clothing and skin and grabbing his cock. He groans into your mouth as your hand wraps around his cock and slowly begin pumping him, quickly working him into a breathless mess above you. "I love you so much, Marc. You're my everything." You whisper breathily, knowing he needed to hear those words from you to feel reassured. But not just for him, for Steven and Jake also, because you knew they were watching and listening intently right now. Marc presses his forehead against yours at your words, a smile forming on his face and a feral lust-filled look peering back at you.

Marc crashes his lips against yours feverishly, his hands exploring your body wildly but with intent. You rush to remove his remaining clothing, needing to feel his bare body on yours, skin on skin. You hear the soft thump of Marc's clothes hitting the floor alongside your own, allowing you to touch him fully now. Marc wastes no time removing your hand from his cock and lining himself up with your dripping awaiting hole, entering you with no issue, pain, or resistance. Having already prepped you beforehand perfectly. You both gasp as Marc enters you completely, his hips flush with your own. "Fuck baby, you're so tight and wet. Feel so good. Can I move?" He asks breathlessly as he stares directly into your eyes with the most amazing lustful yet loving look you had ever seen.

While biting your lip and staring back, you nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than for him to claim you in all ways he wanted to. He sets a slow pace to begin with, just to help you get used to it before he wrecked you, the ever-considerate boyfriend. It was passionate and mind-numbing, the way his cock slowly yet roughly dragged against your walls, his pelvic area rubbing directly on your clit and stimulating you perfectly. The feeling of Marc's hand gripping your face has you bringing your head back so you can look at him properly, that familiarly dark yet seductive look staring back at you. "Open up for me sweetheart," Marc instructed huskily, already knowing you understood and recognised what he was asking of you.

You open your mouth wide with your tongue sticking out, trying your best not to close your eyes as he continues to slowly fuck you. "Such a good girl for me, that's it, baby." Marc slowly and gently spits into your mouth, savouring the moment that does not happen often, only when he feels particularly possessive over you. "Swallow." You do as you are told, swallowing his saliva and sticking your tongue back out to show you had. The hand on your face moves up to your mouth and inserts two fingers into your mouth, "suck." He instructs, staring intensely as you wrap your lips around his fingers and begin sucking and licking. You moan loudly as Marc removes his fingers and replaces them on your clit instead, stimulating you as he fucked you.

"Oh fuck Marc!" You gasp, feeling the knot beginning to tighten in your stomach. The constant stimulation from his skin on your clit had already had you pushing to the limit, but his fingers were getting you off faster. "Come for me, baby." He groaned as he sped up both his movements, increasing your breathing tremendously. As quickly as it built, it released, your high hitting you like a train for the second time tonight. You scream in delight as Marc worked you through your high once again, now you were exhausted. Marc gives you a few minutes to recover, spending the time showering you with affection.

Marc takes this time to kiss your lips until they are red and swollen, and even then he did not let up. He littered your neck and shoulders with more marks, claiming your skin once more as his own. As if he were an artist painting his blank canvas with signature markings that told it was his work. Painting your skin in purple, red, and black bruises. When Marc asked if it was okay for him to continue and you agreed, he fucked you into a moaning mess. Each thrust was meticulous and targetted, aiming to provide you with as much pleasure as possible.

Marc's groaning sweaty figure above you was something to be marvelled at, he was truly insatiable and the definition of beauty. You felt utterly grateful and lucky that you were the one that got to call him, Steven, and Jake yours. With each thrust, yours and Marc's moans got louder, both becoming more and more needy for the other. As Marc tucked his head into the crook of your neck, you wrapped your arms around his back, nails digging into his beautifully scarred skin, and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close. You could feel that Marc was close by the way his thrusts got sloppy and slightly stiff.

Marc feels your walls tighten around his cock, "with me." Marc groans, placing his forehead against your own, breathing one another's air. You scream as the knot releases, exploding into multiple surges of pleasured fireworks that runs through your whole body. Marc groans loudly as he also finishes, his come painting the inside of your walls as he fucks you both through your highs. Marc collapses on top of you once you're both done, panting loudly. You lay with your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath as your nails gently scratch Marc's bare back. His own fingers playing and tracing patterns on your own skin, often digging in a little now and again. You knew in times like this he just needed to be held and loved until he was ready to move or say something.

"I'm yours, forever and always. Nothing can change that." You whisper into his hair, one hand tangling gently into his damp curly locks and your lips placing a soft prolonged kiss onto the side of his forehead. Marc's arms tightened ever so slightly around your body and digs his head further into your neck, "thank you." He whispers into your sweaty skin, lips attaching to your neck regardless.

[blue-sadie]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request moon boys' reaction to their civilian fem s/o getting hurt by one of their enemies? Maybe they got stabbed, and they're bleeding out, and the moon boys are holding them, begging them not to go. Not to leave them. And then Khonshu helps em? Or another deity? Feel free to change how you see fit! I just love your writing, and I'm so curious about what your thoughts are on this

thank you so much

Bloody Hands

Moon Boys x Reader Summary: definitely the last time you'll ever be allowed to go on a mission with them Here's another one shot similar if you haven't seen it 'Save Him'

Warning: guns

Yn/2nd person pov

It wasn't every day that you got to tag along in a mission Marc and Jake basically forbid it but this time you got them to feel sorry for you, puffing out your lip and tearing up your eyes just enough so they were glossy but it could also have been the black lace outfit you were wearing they definitely couldn't say no to you "baby stay behind me please" Steven called out as he scrambled behind you his mask barely muffling his voice.

"This is so cool" I murmured looking around the corner seeing about 4 guys holding guns I heard a fabric sway beside and found myself pushed against the wall with marc standing infront of me "stay here, you listen to us that was the condition" he muttered making me puff out my lip "come on I can handle myself" I said making him roll his eyes "stay here" he said before slipping past me I heard punches being thrown, guns firing and grunts of pain it lasted for about 10 minutes "it's all clear" Marc called out.

I quickly followed behind him into the old factory watching fight every look out I was always amazed when I see them fight, we slowly made our way to the loading deck where the deal was happening, an ancient artifact was being sold into the wrong hands so khonshu had to put a stop to it the men almost triple in size at the loading deck "must be worth a lot of money with all these guards" marc spoke lowly almost talking to himself.

we watched the guys for a bit longer until they brought out the case, marc leaped into action taking the surrounding guards and using his cloak as a shield as they fired on him the dealers started to run towards me to get to the other exit, I let out a deep breath hiding behind the wall I listened as the got closer and stuck out my leg tripping two of the as they ran past a few guards following turned to me "oopsie" I laughed nervously before ducking as the first one threw a punch.

I was able to block and throw a few of my own, marc soon joined me taking them out "where's the case" he shouted I looked to where the dealers were, but they were gone "they must've gone out the back exit" I said, and we ran after them, they fired on us as we got the building marc jumped infront of me covering me with his cloak "go back inside" he said I nodded and ran back inside only to see another group of henchmen coming I grabbed a gun from a fallen guard and started giving them a taste of their own medicine.

My bullets ran out with just a few more guards left "shit" I muttered throwing the gun at one of the guards like what they did in movies, but it barely did anything "double shit" I turned running out to marc, he was picking up the case turning to me as he heard more gun shots "Marc" I yelled my breath cutting short as I felt a sharp pain go through my stomach "no" he screamed and it all turned into slow motion, my legs gave out underneath me as I saw marc sprinting towards me turning into Jake.

The pain increasing as I hit the floor screams of pain, and more gun shots filled my ears as the guards tried and failed at stopping Jake, coughs of blood erupted from my throat as I clenched my stomach their cries and screams went silent "yn" it was steven calling out as he ran to me, he dropped down beside me his hands shaking as he turned me to him "I shouldn't have let you come" his eyes welled up with tears as he tried applying pressure onto the wound making me cry out in pain.

"We have to do some take her to the hospital" he freaked "and what would they do nothing" Jake took over his face immediately hardening "we just need to get her home" he said pushing his arms underneath me slightly shooshing me as I cried out "just hold on" he murmured, he rushed me to the car putting me into the passenger's seat before taking his own the car screeching as he sped out of the factory onto the road "what the fuck were we thinking" he slammed his hands onto the steering wheel as he muttered to himself.

My eyes slowly looked down at my bloody clothing raising my hand to cover the wound another coughing fit started some of my blood spattering onto the dashboard "hold on baby we're almost there" he said making the car go faster black dots started filling my vision and would zone in and out "guys" I said weakly my head dipping as my energy was gone "fuck fuck fuck" jake screamed skidding the car to a holt "hold on for me baby" he said climbing out the car and picking me up.

His legs carried us as fast as they could as he raced up the stairs kicking the door open rushing me to the bed "Jake" my voice could barely get over a whisper that he didn't hear it as he rushed around the apartment looking for things "where the fuck is the first aid" he yelled his voice for of anger "it's where you always leave it" steven took over but still not returning to me as I could out, my chest became heavy with every breath I took making it harder to breathe.

your eyes began to shut and my breath slowly stopping "I love you guys" you said before the life finally drained out of you "I got everythi-" steven paused at the doorway dropping everything as he saw your lifeless body a slight sob left his mouth as he ran to you bring your body up to cradle you "come back to me please" he cried his sobs filling the apartment the others were left in shock they disappeared into the background, steven pressed his forehead against yours letting his tears fall onto your face "I love you please come back" he cried but you didn't.

"What have I done" he sobbed placing onto the bed bringing his hands up to cover his face only to see blood your blood "I'm a monster" his hands began to shake as started repeating those words falling down to the fall, tears pouring down his face as he stared at his hands "its my fault" he was in such a daze he didn't hear the god of the moon appear behind him, khonshu looked in sadness at the scene before him because in all honesty you were his favourite human he couldn't just let you die like that.

His staff lit up as he bowed his head letting some of his power heal you he say your chest slowly start to move as you slowly came back he smiled a bit before returning to his temple, Stevens cries made his whole body shake he didn't even notice the one he was crying for wake up her eyes slowly blinking open before her face slowly scrunching together in confusion "guys" she murmured as she slowly sat up as if it was just a normal morning routine.

Steven cried even harder thinking it was just a cruel trick of the mind till he felt a hand on his shoulder "my love are you ok" his head snapped to you his cries turning happy as he saw it was really you, he tackled you into the bed laying kisses everywhere he could as he repeated how sorry he was "I'm so sorry it was all my fault" his voice was raspy from all the crying the others were almost crying themselves as they saw you "I'm ok" you said grabbing his face between your hands and using your thumbs to wipe his tears.

"I love you so much please never do that ever again"

[ivystoryweaver]

Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #4: From Dusk till Dawn

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Event #4 Summary: Jakeyyyyy and a guest star

Pairing this chapter: Jake Lockley x f!reader (alters mentioned several times)

Word count: 2k

Content: angst, mentions of food and alcohol, fluff-ish? Fluff-adjacent. Coping with death, longing, not beta'd

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PREVIOUSLY on "Spectre"...

"Goodnight, my darling," Steven whispered. "I met the most charming lady today. You would have positively loved her. And her shop. God, I wish you could see..."

He exhaled a weary sigh, pressing a kiss to the picture. "She had a lot to say about souls and soulmates. Said souls are eternal. If that's true, I hope you're happy, love. And at peace."

With that, he sauntered back into the bedroom, never noticing where you sat perched on the end of the bed.

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Mercifully, Steven had the body for a couple days.

Mercifully for Marc. Not for you.

Steven couldn’t see you.

You watched him sleeping last night and again tonight. You envied the peace he seemed to feel while he rested, wishing you could remember how it felt to fall asleep.

His dark lashes fanned out, kissing his cheeks. He was so beautiful.

"Oh Steven, why am I here?" you whispered. "Why can't you see me?"

He stirred, whispering your name but quickly drifted back to sleep.

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It was longer still until you saw Marc again. You felt...guilty? If you could remember such a feeling, that your visitation had caused him enough distress to disassociate.

Of course, the boys tended to front at random, but Marc was absent for his day off as well as his next shift at the hardware store. Filling in for Marc at his job always left Steven a little out of sorts.

Which brought you to Jake.

You were only somewhat conscious of thought and feeling, when the next moment you could comprehend, you were perched on the edge of the bed, wearing Marc's hoodie.

That's when Jake strolled into the bedroom with a monster sized sandwich and a beer.

You straightened up, wondering if he would see you, like Marc - or see right through you, like Steven. It certainly felt like an eternity since you'd laid eyes on Jake.

He spotted you right away, granting you an awe-filled smile.

"Mi alma," he whispered. "Look at you."

You rose, approaching him slowly. "Jake? Can you see me?"

"Of course I can," he answered, setting his dinner down on the night table before folding his arms over his chest and studying you carefully. "But I'm disappointed. Marc said he saw you naked."

He cracked a grin, which imbued you with a lightness. If you recalled, it almost felt like...a laugh.

But you didn't laugh out loud. You barely even smiled. It was foreign to you now.

So Jake assumed you were confused, or maybe offended.

"Lo siento, mi amor."

"Why?" You challenged. "I'm just so relieved you can see me. Steven can't, and Marc keeps calling himself crazy."

"Hmm..." Jake nodded thoughtfully. "That tracks. I'm obviously the most reasonable one."

There it was again - that warm, sparkly lightness inside. It felt...nice.

You boldly eased closer to him.

Jake's dark eyes studied your own before flickering down to your lips. "That's my jacket."

Those very lips of yours turned upward, just at the corners. There it was. A smile. Yes...smiling.

"It's Marc's," you gently refuted. "Remember?"

Jake shrugged one shoulder, pleased to see you warming up to him, in a sense. "I call bullshit. But you stole it a long time ago. Guess it's yours."

The passage of time seemed to sober you.

"Jake," you whispered pleadingly. "H-how long since...how long have I been like this?"

He swallowed hard. Marc relayed that you seemed to become easily confused or disoriented. Jake didn't want that. He wanted to see you smile again.

"Marc said it's October," you added.

"Doesn't matter," Jake replied matter-of-factly. "You're here now. I missed you."

You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again, turning toward the window to stare out at the stars. Jake feared you might vanish, but you spoke softly.

"I don't understand anything. I don't even know what I'm doing here."

"Hey, hey, slow down," Jake instructed, reaching for you but coming up empty. His hand quite literally brushed right through the space your arm was visually occupying.

Withdrawing his fingers, he frowned, but not at you. You began inspecting the room, looking this way and that, while Jake cocked his head way up as if addressing the ceiling.

"Khonshu, what is this?"

Your head whipped back around to Jake - then your eyes followed his line of sight up, up - there, in the corner of the bedroom, a tall, freaky looking bird skeleton thumped his staff and clambered forward.

"Oh my god," you gasped, backing away quickly. "W-what is that?"

Realizing you'd never laid eyes on the old bird (as Steven called him), Jake explained.

"He looks weird, right? I have to look at him every night."

Khonshu made a groaning sound, but Jake shrugged.

"Every. single. night."

"Why can I see him?" You questioned warily, inching closer to Jake's side.

"Because you are no longer a part of this world," Khonshu's voiced boomed, in the dramatic-ass fashion he always found the need to speak in.

Finding courage from Jake's wit and warmth, you spoke directly to the ancient one.

"Where am I then? My home? For brief moments, to torment my partner? Then back to the Dark Place?"

Khonshu's tattered robes shifted as he appeared to bend down and peer out the window, perhaps at the night sky he governed.

"I have no answers for you," he rumbled, reflectively. "Your journey is not within my purview."

"My journey?" You questioned, glancing at Jake. "What journey? I'm...dead."

Yes. You were. It was becoming clearer to you now.

"Nothing I say will alter your course," Khonshu mysteriously uttered.

"Cut the decoder ring shit and answer her," Jake demanded, moving close to you, which gave you both a sense of comfort, even though you were merely a vapor - untouchable.

Khonshu simply vanished making Jake groan in frustration.

What was happening? You were seeing Khonshu now? And he couldn't help you? Where were you? A sense of dread that used to feel like...panic crept up your chest, tightening where your throat used to be.

"Jake, where am I?" You desperately whispered, reaching out for him. "If I'm dead then why am I not with my parents? Or - or..."

Jake's heart burned within him. If only he could pull you into his arms and hold you close.

"Shhh, mi amor," he soothed. He could see how disoriented you were becoming. Your eyes darted around as you eased toward the window. "Focus on my voice. Stay here with me. It's all right."

He called your name, trying to keep your eyes fixed on him. Fortunately, Jake had benefitted from Marc's brief encounters with you. Where Marc was terrified and traumatized - very on-brand Marc - Jake tried to take this apparent haunting in stride and see if he could make any progress with you, for all your sakes.

But his stomach twisted and his soul ached for you. Were you really lost somewhere unknown? Somewhere in which even Khonshu could not, or would not interfere, or help you?

"Will you come to bed with me?" Jake attempted, offering his hand in futility.

Your pretty face scrunched in confusion.

"Just...lie down with me. Talk to me," he coaxed, ignoring the huge sandwich he'd made for dinner, still sitting on the night table.

You seemed to forget, momentarily, your plight. Your form drifted to the bed and you somehow eased down beside your partner.

His dark eyes softened, round with concern, almost as if Steven was gazing at you adoringly.

"There you go," he soothed. "Está bien, mi corazón. Cálmate."

The smooth tenor of his voice relaxed you somewhat.

"I don't know if this is lying down," you admitted, a bit sheepishly. "It doesn't really make any difference to me since I can't...feel."

"You can’t feel?" he sympathetically questioned.  "Is it because you’re not...solid?" He wasn’t quite sure about the physics of an apparition.

"I guess not."

The two of you lay on the bed, facing one another - hands tucked under cheeks and knees drawn up comfortably.  

"You're still so beautiful," he whispered, dark eyes flickering over your features. He whispered your name again, as if saying it would anchor you here in time, in this room.

The mere sound of it sent a shiver up your spine...that is, if you had a spine.

"Your eyes are sad," you whispered, longing to see the love and devotion you used to see reflected there. Jake's eyes now held a soft melancholy - a yearning.

Marc's held despair and fear.

Steven's eyes were vacant to you. You didn't seem to exist to him.

"I've caused you each so much pain," you sorrowfully breathed. "I've been so alone but...maybe this is worse."

"No, mi alma. It's not worse that you're with me. Never." He granted you a sympathetic smile. "You've been alone? In a dark place?"

You nodded. "You're the only person I've seen. And this is the only room I know." Your forehead wrinkled cutely in confusion. "You're not afraid of me?"

It was a silly question. Was Jake Lockley afraid of anything?

Waiting a beat, he responded softly, "I could never be afraid of you. I'm only afraid for you."

He eyed you curiously.  “"Are you always here, in this room?  Do you ever leave?"

You found yourself feeling relaxed by his confidence, if you remembered that emotion correctly. “I don’t really know," you admitted, with a small shake of you head. “Sometimes, I’m here. I walk around the room, look out the window or even lie on the bed. But sometimes, I’m somewhere..."

"The dark," he supplied.

Your gaze dropped.  "I didn’t know dying would be like this."

Jake could see why this would torment Marc. After Randall died, Marc feeling like he couldn't save someone he loved was absolutely unbearable. Jake was fronting to protect him, and he wanted to protect you too.

But how could he solve a problem he couldn't punch? How could he strike fear into the heart of death itself?

"Will you talk to me, Jake?" You implored. "About anything? I want to hear your voice."

If he could simply speak and ease your burden, he would gladly do so.

Jake told you about the dying flower bed out front - how he and Marc planned to weed it and make sure it didn't get too overgrown. He talked about anything he could think of, which was quite a challenge for him, compared to Steven.

He told you about a young boy he rescued last week, in the city - how grateful his mom was to have him home safe.

"I don't know all of Steven's trivia," he admitted, after a while. "He's probably the one you want talking your ear off. But I could tell you a joke."

"Okay, go," you replied, smiling sweetly.

The sight of it melted Jake into a puddle.

He cleared his throat. "Uhh, knock, knock."

You giggled. "Who's there?"

"Alec."

"Alec who?"

"Alec-tricity. Bzzzz."

Jake used to tell you this stupid joke all the time. When he made the electric buzzing noise, he would poke one finger into your quite ticklish ribs making you squeal with laughter.

Only this time, you felt nothing.

His gaze dropped as his finger swiped through you. "Guess it's not that funny anymore," he whispered. "Sorry."

"Jake, that joke was never funny," you shot back, a teasing smile on your face.

Well, mission accomplished. You were smiling. And you were here.

The hour was late and Jake, yes, even Jake was tired.

"Knock, knock," he murmured drowsily.

"Who's there?" You gently responded, your eyes lingering on the lines of his handsome face, desperate to hold the sight of it in your mind's eye. Something to cherish in the dark.

"Annie."

"Annie who?"

"Annie way I can kiss you?" His eyes drooped heavily.

"You’’re sleepy."

"Am not," he protested, stifling a yawn.

"You are. I wish I remembered what it felt like to get sleepy."

"You don’t remember?" This pulled his eyes back open for a moment.

"Not really.  I just always feel...awake.  Like I’m floating.  I don’t know." You shook your head slightly.  

Jake’s eyes were fluttering closed and one rebellious lock of chocolate hair had fallen across his forehead.  You wanted to reach out and brush it back - if only you could.

He sighed again, his head dropping to the pillow. "I’m so tired, but I don’t want to go to sleep."

"Why not?" You asked, blinking innocently.

"Because..." another sigh, "I’m afraid that when I wake up, you’ll be gone.”

"I'll come back," you promised. "Just sleep, baby."

"Mmm," he mumbled, feeling a serenity that had left him the day you died. "Te amo."

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Made with Love

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Summary: A blurb where you cook Steven some traditional hispanic food because he's curious about how it tastes. 

Warnings: No actual warnings that I actually know of. Reader is meant to be read as hispanic or be of some hispanic/latin background. Steven centric but Marc and Jake are also mentioned.  

Author’s Snip: Listen I just wanted to make something kinda cute and wholesome that also involves a bit of some culture that I have from my hispanic/Mexican heritage, I also just wanted to fully embrace latino Jake because I just wanted to.

Notes: I'm not translating the dishes just look it up if you don't know what they are. Also this wasn't proof read before posting 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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One of Steven's, and the rest of the system's, favorite things after a long day of working is coming home to your cooking. You taken on the role of being the one to make dinner after you saw that the boys could barely scrape together good food for themselves thanks to their short free time and deemed their boy dinners unacceptable.

You had a knack for making their favorite foods and keeping track of their varying palates and preferences. Of course there was Steven being vegan, but the other two had their own preferences. Marc didn't really have much of any preferences but you did find that he was a big fan of the french onion soup recipe that you make.

Jake wasn't all that picky either since he hardly came out and would just eat left overs. But after a while you found that he loves himself some hispanic foods, and by god were you happy to accommodate. When he came back from missions he would usually crash on the bed and let the others wake up in the body afterwards, but you would somehow figure out that he's the one fronting and make him some traditional dishes which he couldn't help but stay just to eat it.

You made him all kinds of dishes. Tamales. Pollo y arroz con mole. Chilaquiles. Ceviche con tostadas.

You did feel a bit bad since you knew Steven didn't like meat. But Jake would beg you to make the dishes how they're usually made, which commonly involves meats, and Steven never held it against you if you did feed Jake using the traditional recipes.

Though Steven did mention that he always wondered what they tasted like. Just he's had a vegan taco but at this point everyone in the world's had a taco and the like. He wants to try the food that actually comes from and is made with their original recipes. But he knew that hispanic food often had meat in it and he didn't want you to have to go through the trouble of making a new recipe just because of him.

But when Steven set aside his bag, took off his coat, and sat down at the table he found what looked like food that was intended for Jake. It was what he learned was called ceviche and tostadas, which often contained shrimp. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

"Don't worry. It's completely vegan." you smile. "Love," he mutters, "Thank you. But you really didn't have to go through all this trouble just to make me something tha-" he continues, but you stop him again.

"It wasn't that troublesome. It's the same process. I just changed the shrimp out for something else." you explain. "But," you add, raising your finger. "That's the only thing I changed about it. Everything else is authentic to the original, like you said whenever you mentioned you wanted to try some food, so I held back no spices." you warn.

Steven smiles and nods as you go and grab some drinks before sitting in your chair. "Thank you then." he chirps. "I know that it shouldn't be that spicy. At least by Jake's standards since he douses his in hot sauce." Steven comments. You giggle, "I always tell him that if he wants something spicy then I can just make him aguachile." you remark.

As it turns out Steven held up just fine and even said that he enjoyed how much flavor the dish had to it with an added"I understand why Jake likes it so much.".

[melodygatesauthor]

Hi love, I've been reading your writings and I really liked them 💓, I would like to ask you something about a reader with piercings (more specifically in the nipples, only if you feel comfortable writing about them) and the moonboys discover them, and if you can finish it in smut, much better. Thankssss <3

Hi bb ❤️ thanks for waiting almost LITERALLY forever for me to get to this. I did it as headcanons cause I feel like that fit the best. I don’t personally have any nipple rings so I hope I portrayed this well hehe.

NSFW, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, titty-fucking, cum eating, generally dirty smut stuff.

Word Count: 615 Words

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You have your nipples pierced, and the boys discover them for the first time.

Marc

Marc first notices when you’re wearing a thin shirt and you’re out in public.

Has to do a double take because he thinks that maybe it’s just exceptionally cold in the store.

Stares at them for too long and gets embarrassed when you notice him looking.

When you get back to his apartment he says, “so uh…was it…are you,” he clears his throat, “was it cold today?”

You chuckle and say, “if you wanna see what’s under my shirt, Spector, all you gotta do is ask.”

He gulps when you take your shirt off and looks at you like a little boy excited about a present he’s about to receive.

After that all bets are off.

He’s got them in his mouth a lot, especially while he’s fucking you senseless.

Likes flicking them with his tongue and hearing how responsive your moans are.

Starts demanding that you wear either a more padded bra in public or that you wear more layers. They’re too distracting.

Likes to look at them randomly while at home. Will frequently pull your shirt out for a peek, as if to make sure they’re still there.

Takes a serious liking to boobjobs and having your tits pressed tightly together and slick with spit as he fucks the space between them.

“Your tits look so fucking pretty honey, all dressed up like that, fuck…”

Steven

Doesn’t notice them until you’re having a heavy makeout session and his hands are wandering.

He pulls away from the kiss and his mouth is stuck open and he’s staring at your face.

“L-love what…what is that…what’s goin’ do you have…are your…”

You pull your shirt over your head, showing him your pierced nipples.

Steven comes untouched the first time he gets his mouth on them.

Mr. Oral Fixation always has his mouth on them after that, even during non-sexual moments.

Watching a movie? Steven’s idly rolling his tongue around them whenever he can, lifting up your shirt and sticking his head under there.

He also thinks that they’re very pretty.

Likes going shopping for new ones with you and enjoys picking them out. If they have sparkles he seems to like those ones the best.

His favorite position with you is for him to be seated at the foot of the bed with you straddling him, and his face between your breasts while you ride him.

Alternates between each nipple when sucking on them so one doesn’t feel “left out” over the other.

Jake

Jake knows you have them immediately just by looking at you, so he doesn’t “discover” them necessarily, but he does make it his personal mission to see them with his own eyes.

When he finally does see them, he’s in awe, literally salivating he wants to suck on them so bad.

Has you wear a chain that connects them.

Enjoys using said chain to command you in the bedroom, gently tugging to get you to behave when he wants you to be more obedient.

Sucks them until both your nipples and his lips are red, puffy and raw.

Puts the chain between his teeth while he fucks you just for fun.

Only wants you to wear thin shirts and bras so he can see them at all times.

Starts taking you to nude beaches to show them off as though you having them is some kind of status symbol.

Like Steven, wants to help you pick them out when you buy new ones. He likes the ones that have dangling pieces the best.

Wants you to get other piercings and considers getting a few of his own.

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[winniethewife]

*clears throat*

Hi, dearest Winnie❤️

Okay, so remember my very first ask of you ages ago was how moon boys were in an argument?

I'm here with another angsty thing, angst queen😈❤️

We know they are humans, right?

So they aren't always lovie-dovie, cute, and attentive to their partner. Especially after some years of spending together.

Like, some shit might happen and get them into a grumpy mood. I see this mostly with Marc, but I want your headcanons about all three and as their partner how to deal with them.

And oh, what gets them to be that upset to be a lil mean or avoidant to reader?

THIS HAPPENS OKAY?

I will fight anyone who says no, the boys are so in love that nothing like this could happen blah blah

They are human and they can feel down just like us and snap at the smallest things🤷🏻‍♀️

Hello Maniiii, this is very true, real people aren't always happy, even in a good relationship. So here we go.

Moody Moon-Knight System headcanons

Warning: violence, self-deprecation, general toxicity, alcohol consumption

Marc

Its hard to tell when Marc is in a real foul mood because he always seems grumpy

But at some point he'll get really snippy, every little thing seems to throw him off, the kettle going off, some small mess that Steven left out, he reacts with anger every time.

"This place is a fucking mess. Can't find anything in all this...shit!"

He doesn't shout much because Yelling reminds him of his mother, but he will snap and raise his voice.

When asked He doesn't want to talk about it. He avoids like its his full time job.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone!"

the hardest part is, there's not much you can do, when he gets like this he hardly recognizes anything you do to help, and if you fight back he shuts down even more.

the best way to help him, is to wait it out, he'll eventually come back.

Steven

Steven is hardly ever in a bad mood, so when he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed it is an immediate upset to the day

When he's in a bad mood, he will be very self-deprecating, taking his bad mood out on himself.

"I'm sorry I'm such an idiot love, I honestly don't know why you keep me around."

when he's in a bad mood he gets very weepy and easily frustrated. Seeking out your affection and approval.

He'll usually give up on the day and just curl up in bed, staring at the wall and muttering to himself.

"Worthless, Just worthless."

the best thing you can do is take care of him, you could talk all day about how he's not any of the things he's not but it will go unheard. its best just to cuddle up with him and keep him company while he works though it.

Jake

When Jake is in a bad mood, he gets violent. the first time this happens he throws a plate in frustration and nearly missed you, it flew past your head and crashed into the wall behind you. That scared him.

after that first time, the only way you know Jake is in a bad mood is you wake up alone, a note hastily scribbled left on the pillow next to you.

"Out Driving."

you won't see him again until very late, some times drunk, but usually in a weird mood.

once or twice He has left for more than one day, and those times are the worst. not knowing where he was or whether or not he was okay.

No matter how long he wad gone he would always come back.

He'll want to lay in your lap and watch comfort TV with you after a long day(s) of avoiding his feelings.

He'll fall asleep there if you let him. mumbling slightly in his sleep.

"Gracias por quedarse. Te amo." Thank you for staying. I love you

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{ that I won't be what you need }

Summary: Emma is feeling insecure and goes to Marc about it. Based on the song "Phobia" by Savannah Sgro { 3 of 3 } Pairing: Original Character { Emma Harper } x Marc Spector { mentions of } Emma Harper x Steven Grant && Emma Harper x Jake Lockley Contents: fluffy angst, hurt/comfort, insecurity, happyish ending Warnings: none really Author's Note: I got really stuck on this song that reminded me so much of how Emma feels about the Boys, and so I decided to do a trilogy of "oneshots" based around the lyrics where each Moon Boy got a different lyric from Emma. This is Marc's. Word Count: 611 Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

She’d been pacing in front of him for at least five minutes—or was it ten—trying to resist the urge of becoming—what she perceives as—irrational.

She was being irrational.

He’d given her no reason to believe the things that were racing through her mind. No, those things stemmed from a long history—a history of being left behind.

Eventually, she inevitably got to be too much. Or people got bored with her. Or any other number of reasons why people just didn’t stick around.

She blames herself for it of course.

Meanwhile, Marc sits on the couch watching her wear out the floor with a troubled expression etched into his features.

She’d said they needed to talk when he’d gotten home from a round of Uber driving. She hadn’t said about what, but clearly it wasn’t anything good.

That had been a good fifteen minutes ago.

Marc wasn’t always the best with these things. Talking that is. And he didn’t want to pressure her to speak before she was ready to, so he’d sat here, anxiously waiting while she tried to find the words.

When she starts to look more worse for the wear he finally speaks up himself.

“Please talk to me, baby…” He urges softly.

She almost jumps out of her skin, having been so lost in thought she almost forgot he was sitting there.

Her face scrunches up in silent distress.

“I promise we’ll figure out whatever it is—together…” He continues, resisting the urge to reach for her.

“I’m—I’m terrified…” She confesses almost inaudibly.

Marc keeps his tone soft and even, “of what, baby?”

Her face crumples a little again, sucking in a sharp breath as she barely holds back tears. Her voice begins to tremble despite her best efforts to keep it strong.

“That one day, you’re gonna wake up and get sick of me—that—” She inhales sharply.

“That I won’t be what you need anymore…” She finishes with a choked sob, burying her face in her hands as she begins to quietly cry.

Marc is swift to rise from where he sits, closing the distance between them in seconds.

He gently pulls her hands from her face, just so that he can take it into his own as she shakes.

“That is never going to happen…” He states firmly, wiping the tears that stream slowly down her cheeks.

She refuses to open her eyes, shaking her head as she coughs.

“Look at me, baby…”

She cracks her eyes open, her brows pulled painfully together as she looks on him pleadingly.

“I’m never going to get sick of you, I’m never going to stop wanting you, and I’m never going to stop needing you…” He pauses. “Those things are non-negotiable.”

“You can’t be sure—”

“I can and I am.” He cuts her off.

At his words, she breaks down into more forceful sobs, just trying to remain upright.

Again, Marc is quick to move in to cradle her, holding her safely and firmly against himself.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby—we’re not going anywhere. I promise.” He reassures her.

“What if you change your mind?” She asks brokenly, clinging desperately to him.

“Not possible…” He says, a sense of awe in his tone, a soft smile of pride lacing through his words. “You’re the love of our lives.”

She inhales a quiet sniffle, hugging herself tighter to him, pressing a grateful kiss to his heart through his shirt.

He withdraws just enough to wipe more tears from her face, looking her over.

“Someday you’re just gonna have to believe that…okay?”

She nods quickly, sniffling again, her voice small. “Okay…”

[commander-writergirl]

Passover Lesson

Synopsis: Marc still had trouble when it comes to the smallest things in Judaism. But Steven and Jake are there to remind him that you would never hurt him and that being there for you can be more powerful then the trauma left behind.

Pair: Marc Spector x Jewish!fem!Reader, Steven Grant x Jewish!fem!Reader, Jake interaction

Rating: PG-13

Warnings:  light angst

Word Count: 1,263

Notes: Once again please keep any negative comments or antisemitic comments far far away from here.

Tag: @romanarose​

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Jake rummaged around the kitchen looking for the bagels he had hidden.  None of the boys enjoyed Passover, Marc didn’t remember one happy moment of the holiday except for the meals at the beginning and end of the week.  

“Come on, I know I hid them.” Once Jake looked through the last cabinet without a piece of bread in sight, he slammed the door. “Fuck!”  

He turned to see you leaning against the door frame with arms crossed and a brow raised. “Seriously? You didn’t think I learned how to find things hidden in my apartment.”  

You said it as more of a statement than if Jake was questioning your intelligence. But then again, this is what he gets for showing you Marc and Steven’s hiding places for food... which means they were also Jake’s hiding spots.

“I was hoping you would leave them alone.” Jake gave you a sly grin.  

“Jake, I told you just like I told Marc and Steven: If you want to eat bread, do it outside this apartment. I don’t care if you three keep Passover with me. But respect me enough to not do it in the apartment.” You walked over and stood in front of him.  

“We told you it was a bad idea.” Marc grumbled.  

Jake ignored him, “Can you at least tell me what you did with the bagels?” Jake asked you.

“I burned them in the fireplace, cause you brought them in after I already did my full clean.” You said smiling at the look of horror on his face.  

“You burned bagels?”  

“They were store bought Jake, get over it.” You gently patted his cheek and began to grab things for your breakfast. “Want me to cook you something before work?”  

Jake blinked and watched you for a moment. He knew you were sweet and caring and stubborn but now he was slightly intrigued to find you terrifying under all that.  

“Sure,” Jake took his cap off and went and sat at the bar. He watched you as you cooked moving around the kitchen humming to yourself.  

“We told you she was cute.” Steven said.  

“Shush, she doesn’t need all three of us being in love with her.” Jake mumbled to the other man.

“Steven said nothing about love, Jake.” Jake could feel Marc smirking at his use of the word.

Jake groaned and laid his forehead against the bar surface. He sometimes wished he could just beat up his feelings, but he was learning that holding all the trauma made it hard for him to be good with people. And the one person he needed to be better with was you.  

“Here’s your food.” Jake lifted his head to watch you slide a plate in front of him. He blinked a few times. He always liked his eggs over easy. Something the other two didn’t want and yet here laid a perfect pair of over easy eggs and turkey bacon, laid out for him.

He looked over at you to see you cooking your own eggs. Maybe he was falling for you, but he would keep that to himself until you showed you shared the same feeling. And if you never did, he would take what he could get from just being in your life and able to protect you.  

As the week went on Jake found himself fronting more and more. It confused him until he realized Marc was treating this like being sick and Steven was trying to push you and Jake to spend more time together. But you were busy, and Jake took this chance to do more work. Meaning you only saw each other for breakfast and dinner.  

And Jake did what he always did, he made himself a bed on the couch. He never wanted to push your boundaries and he knew where you both stood on the relationship front. Though it seemed things were changing by about the fifth day.  

Jake was asleep on the couch, music playing in the background to tune out the others. He woke up when he felt a weight on his chest. He slowly opened his eyes to see you moving to curl into his side. When you looked up at him, you started to move to get up.

“Sorry,” You mumbled trying to get up, but Jake simply pulled you back down.

“You came out here for a reason, what is it?” Jake asked as you nestled back into his side.

“Bed was cold.” You mumbled nuzzling against his chest. In the back of your head, you could hear your little voice reminding you that this was Jake. Jake who went the extra mile that Marc couldn’t. Jake who didn’t love you, but at this moment you didn’t care. He was warm and comforting and you were so tired, and you just didn’t want to feel alone.  

Jake stared at the ceiling for a moment before looking back at you to find you fast asleep. He smiled lightly and brushed your hair away from your face. “Dulce luz de las estrellas.”  

His sweet starlight.  

[minigirl87]

It's ok, love, we're here

Marc, Steven & Jake x FReader

This is pure self-indulgence, but it is also dedicated to anyone needing some some. I hope it makes you smile. The ginger cat mentioned and in the photo is really my cat, and yes, he is called Ramesses, I love Egyptology. And being biased, my Rami is the cutest boy.

Summary:

The boys are worried about the reader after they receive a message. The know of Readers mental health issues. They return after a mission and comfort reader and make them feel loved, safe, and wanted.

Warnings:

Depressed reader, mentions of depression symptoms, crying.

Word count: 958

The boy’s had been gone for over a week now, on a mission for Khonshu. You had been your happy, quirky self when they left. You had heard from them when it was safe to contact you. The last message raised concerns for them.

As Marc reread the message again, worry wrapping his thoughts like a blanket that’s too tight. The boy’s know you struggle with mental health and their very protective of you. He got into the taxi, giving the driver his address. he popped in his earphones to talk to Steven and Jake. Without the driver suspecting anything except him having a phone conversation.

“Somethings definitely wrong, mate” Steven says, his voice raising and octave with panic. “Hermano! If someone’s done something to her, they’ll regret it” Jake seethes, but Marc can sense his worry.

“There’s no point threatening people Jake” Marc states, closing his tired, sad eyes and pinching his prominent nose. “ Plus, I think J/N would tell us if she was hurt, wouldn’t she?” Steven chips in. “we’ll soon find out!, I’ve not told Y/N I’m my way home.

Marc exits the taxi getting his bag, He takes a deep breath and heads into the entrance. Exiting the lift as he couldn’t face the stairs at this stage. He walks and stands in front of the flat door. Not hearing anything out of the ordinary, He enters not knowing what to expect.

The flat is eerily quiet, no music, pages rustling, or even the tv on. You're not on the sofa, but they know your home. “Y/N's not at work, her stuff here, Hermano ” Jake states. Marc looks to the coat rack, settling him a little.

“And Gus, Gus II, Pezoro, Cleo (you each have a goldfish) and Ramesses (the ginger cat) are ok, mate. Trust Steven to notice the animals, Marc thinks to himself, walking into the kitchen. Relief washes over him when he see’s some dishes in the sink and rubbish in the bin.

“Good at least Y/N been eating” he says to the others. He walks toward the mug, Steven got you with your name in hieroglyphics on it for your birthday. Feeling the mug, it’s still warm, and another sign you're here.

Marc turns as he hears the bathroom door click, and you padding back to bed. His heart breaks hearing you sobbing as the bed creaks as you surround yourself in the blankets.

You look so small and fragile to them.

“Y/N baby!” Marc says, putting a knee on the bed, leaning over, stroking your cheek gently. “Marc is that really you?” You say catching your breath, throat hoarse from hours of tears. Taking his jacket and kicking his trainers off, he climbs in the bed with you

“yeah baby, I’m here. Are you okay, my love?”

His words soft as he draws you to his warm, broad chest, one arm around you resting on your lower back, the other stroking your hair.

“Are you ok sweetheart” staring into his deep chocolate eyes that are full of love and concern for you. Brows furrowed, and a solitary silken curl falls between them

“ I’m fine baby, I’m more concerned about you” He says as you brush the loose curl away. “Are Steven and Jake okay?” You answer.

It never ceases to amaze the three of them how they are always your priority, no matter how you feel.

There’s a slight movement as Marc’s eyes close. And then open and your staring at Steven soft eyes, and you love how there’s little crinkles on the side of them. He hugs you tightly to him, kissing your forehead. “I’m better now I’m with you, love. Are you okay?

“And Jake” as their smell and touch relax and sooth your every muscle. And you mould into their protective frame.

There’s a slight movement as Stevens eyes now close. “Don’t worry about me. Mi Vida, let me worry about you.” He says, stroking your back. He leans down and kisses where your heart is. You look into his eyes, dark with emotion.

The boys are all different in major and minor ways even though the body is the same. But their eyes show their hearts and their souls.

And you break with their words. Hot tears stream down your already puffy checks. You grab their shirt in your fist as your body shakes against them.

You don’t notice the change this time. But Marc holds you tight, gently rocking you, and shooshing you till you calm down.

“I’m sorry love” you whisper “I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. In the last few days I’ve been overthinking about everything” you breathe out in one.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Marc asks, kissing you on the lips gently. “I didn’t want to annoy or worry you on your mission”, You quietly confess.

“ Never, baby, Don’t say that again. We love you, love you are our everything” Marc says, cupping your chin. You believe him, looking into those chocolatey orbs.

“I love you all so much. Thank you sweetheart” You shuffle towards Marc, putting your hands behind his neck. Finally nestling them in his curls grounding yourself, you peck his nose.

“There’s no need to thank us, You are the sun to our moon, Baby. We’re here for you now and ever” You pull him toward you and kiss him deeply. Tears stain your cheeks again.

“Baby” he brushes them away. You take his hand in yours and kiss his fingertips. “It’s ok, sweetheart there, happy tears”. nuzzling into his warmth again, he kisses your forehead.

You both drift off to sleep, the first proper slumber you’ve each had since they left. You feel loved and safe in a way that one else can make you feel.

*Spanish to English*

Hermano = Brother

Mi Vida = My Life

Pezoro = Pez = Fish and Oro = Gold

Cleo is the goldfish from the animated Disney film Pinocho. I'm sorry I can't have my little one fin wonder dead. Ramesses is my cat, and I love my little guy so much.😊

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[wortsandall]

The Others- the lies we tell ourselves au

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very iffy on writing this one as I feel like no one cares because I'm basically inserting oc's into canon but that's what au's are for! and yall might not care but I care so I'm sharing it anyway!

under the cut is an introduction to leo's and rose's backstory and role in the moon knight system and how their existence affects the boys dynamic with each other and the system as a whole

tw for allusions to abuse, sa, and self-harm

starting with leo:

essentially he is a teen alter whose trauma stems from the time that marc was in and out of psych wards as a teenager. one aspect that he and marc share is not understanding or realizing that what happened during that was traumatic even if it's different ways. namely for marc, because of his amnesia surrounding it he genuinely doesn't know that anything unsavory had happened. on the other hand leo holds most of those memories (shared with jake) and due to being a teenager he doesn't understand the impact it has on him nor does he see anything wrong with conceptually.

in my head, marc most likely had a fragment around the time that his mother started her abuse whose sole purpose was to not piss her off. I feel like parts of this fragment would be incorporated into steven as time went on and the parts that steven didn't take would end up being leo when they are teens.

as a fragment-the goal was to do whatever they could do to please their mom and part of that came with the idea of longing for affection/love instead of the negative attention. so the fragment would also occasionally front while at school in order to get praise from teachers as a replacement for the lack of parental praise. which as steven continued to grow into his own person, the parts longing for that praise and attention started to exist solely for that.

enter the psych ward: and this fragment, now leo, starts to become more of a full fledged alter as the system needed someone to go to their therapy sessions as steven and jake were not suited for it. so it was leo and marc in most of the sessions (though marc only has vague memories) and jake hold memories of any fights due to being a gatekeeper knows what both marc and leo were doing. and the desperate attempts for attention and praise unfortunately made leo an easy target for those in the psych field who joined not to help people but to have easier access to vulnerable populations.

due to them being in the psych ward for long periods + the periods of time they were in regular therapy from like 13-18, leo is an age sliding alter. he will always be a teenager but his maturity ranges particularly because there's such a developmental difference between someone who is 13 versus 17/18. he also has two different abusers, one someone from the psych ward and another the therapist they were given once they left.

leo has a lot of anger because of his circumstances. specifically towards marc and jake for removing themselves from therapy. as it removed leo from a consistent form of praise and affection that he wasn't getting anywhere else. he ends up as a persecutor alter because of this. any attempt to remove or challenge his view of things leads to leo lashing out against marc and jake in ways that harm the system and body. the second part of my au/series goes deep into detail here on the dynamics between the system so I don't want to spoil it here. but steven and rose are the only alters that leo currently likes and gets along with.

I do think that over time leo will not be a persecutor anymore and come to understand that the choices that marc and jake were made for the betterment of everyone in the system and not to hurt leo. and that he's better off now because of those choices. in the end he helps out with various smaller roles in the system like helping to take care of rose as well as any task that any of the other alters aren't able to do.

overall I think that the moon knight system is terrible at recognizing triggers so leo helps with specific triggers that they never realized they had as well as helping the system become less touch starved overall. he'll also learn to move towards a middle ground rather than swing from one extreme to another.

now for rose:

unfortunately she has a smaller role but that's due to her age. I stumbled onto the knowledge of an alter in the moon knight comics referred to only as "Inner Child" and that's how I got my inspiration for rose. she is a little around the age of 7-9 years old.

in this au, rose is actually the first alter to form but one of the last that marc realizes exists. mostly because DID forms from severe repeated childhood trauma. getting blamed for your brothers death and then being abused for it certainly fits the criteria. and I understand that DID is caused by any severe childhood abuse, but one of the main traumas that people with DID share is sexual trauma/abuse. and I wanted to explore that specifically because it's less talked about with male victims. and I imagine someone like marc and jake would struggle with that knowledge and I again wanted to explore how that would affect existing dynamics and relationships.

on to rose specifically, in Marc's memory it seemed that his parents had a good relationship with each other and they seemed fairly happy. I think I mentioned this in another post, but I Imagine they used to go on dates and leave Marc and his brother with a babysitter and that was normal. writing this out, now I'm imagining they had a dedicated babysitter who moved or went off to college or something so they had a new one. and with the new one is where the trouble started.

I imagine this was maybe 1-3 years before Randall's death and stopped right around that time. as the parents struggled with grief that made their relationship falter and then the way Marc was treated by his mother, there just wasn't much need for one anymore.

rose's personality is world's different from the rest of the system. she's very shy and reserved. she's actually selectively mute and tends to prefer being on her own. she is a girl, but looks androgynous. when marc first meets her, he's unsettled by her presence and her general vibe. but she's very sweet when she's comfortable enough to talk to you. she mostly interacts with jake and leo due to not really fronting and staying in their inner space.

in the beginning rose fronted more often without marc realizing it due to their age. he has no memory of this but they actually went to speech therapy for a couple months (before randall's death) because rose would front and not speak which their father was concerned about. she only speaks when she feels safe, and due to not feeling safe due to her trauma when fronting, she really ends up speaking in the inner space. the first time she speaks when fronting is something very serious as it shows how comfortable and safe she feels. (it'll probably be around layla)

rose's trauma probaby won't ever be in extreme detail but jake does know and it might come up when it's his pov. leo knows the basics as well so if he ever gets a chapter, it might pop up.

rose turning up in the system is a sign of positive growth for them. her starting to front more and be allowed to act like a child will show their healing journey. as well as their ability to be a more cohesive system

jake treats her like a daughter and is very protective. a sentiment that leo shares, though it is an older brother kind of protectiveness. leo likes jake more than marc only because of his treatment of rose. rose and leo are kind of inseparable due to being in the inner space most of the time and only fronting on rare occasions. though rose rarely wants to or tries, while leo is constantly fighting jake for more time to front.

steven takes both to leo and rose very quickly. though he lacks experience with children and ends up more of an awkward uncle, but it's endearing to them. rose does not recognize steven as a threat in any capacity. but it did take her time to warm up to both marc and jake. she's more wary of marc than jake which marc is originally baffled by. he then chalks it up due to proximity basis which is true but not the whole truth. but marc's relationship with rose will be explored. for now-he has no idea what to think of her and tends to steer clear as her existence makes him uncomfortable which he feels guilty about.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

You have had character analysis for the show versions of Marc, Jake and Steven, will you ever analyze the comic versions?

Hey there Anon!

Well… I sort of already have! But not formatted like I did with the MCU, or in as much straightforward detail. 

I recommend that you check out THIS, which covers creating the characters as broken down by Moench himself and I get a bit into it there. 

It’s hard to break down the characters individually in these comics because each writer is going to treat them differently and build on what they took away from the original source or intent. Moench himself spent his OG run developing and taking them in different directions. 

I’ve tried to break down each character as they appear in that comic, but that’s a lot of info and it really does vary issue to issue to writer to writer. 

For instance, in Moench, Marc is beyond self hating, angry, violent, quick to seek out revenge, and disliked by just about everyone in the comics. In the 90s, the writers are quick to ditch Steven and Jake and focus on Marc. 

The 90s were all about ACTION and COOL GUYS. And Who was cooler than a Mercenary with a gun and an attitude? Marc Spector became the action man with a dark past and guilty conscious. 

Then they killed Marc (Twice) and Jake took over. Because Jake was cool and hip. He was the dirty cab driver who got things done and knew the way to get information. He also got a little gritty in the late 90s and early 2000s. 

Steven got left behind for a long….long time. 

It was around this time that Khonshu also took up a life of his own. Khonshu became an actual character. I’ll be doing a piece on that eventually so look forward to that one! 

Marc came back and things get….complicated…. The characterization starts to swing WILDLY as everyone took a shot at trying to make sense of where Moon Knight and the characters needed to be to be brought into the current modern era and still make him have that connection that originally made him popular. 

It was a wild ride. And we don’t see things settle until Lemire picked things up, dusted them off, and said “This is who these characters are.” 

And with two exceptions (BEMIS. AARON), MacKay has not stepped in and attempted to fix things again and provide a place to build on for Jake and Steven to come home again. 

But one thing is for sure…. Marc has ALWAYS been broody, self destructive, self hating, and quick to overt violence that makes him regret things later. 

Steven often bounces between vain and prissy to weak and wimpy to cold and standoffish. 

Jake …Oh boy Jake… My poor boy. From loving kind cabbie to violent unhinged psycho to uncaring cool guy to loving uncle Jake again. 

If we really want to get to the heart of who these guys are… You almost have to read between the comics. 

Even with Moench. You don’t properly see Marc Spector until you get the little after comic shorts “Adventures with Marc Spector” and so on. When you see him being goofy, having terrible luck, and making the most of his bad situations. 

With Jake, you see him asking Gena how the kids are every time he sees her. He buys Crawley a new hat and does his best to support Gena in her hard times. He’s friends with the homeless and druggies. He buys a guy a cup of coffee and chews the fat with people in the streets. 

Steven is charming with Marlene. He takes care of the body with the other two only beat it up. He puts all his wealth into charity events and things that he feels make a difference. 

They all care about their friends and take it personally when their friends are hurt. Or when their friends hurt them. Gena talks about leaving and you see Jake feel like he failed her. Marc’s oldest friend from his time working CIA is killed and he goes on a serious bender of revenge. Even Steven, someone threatens his home and he pays extensively to make sure it is fortified and can keep everyone in it safe. No one hurts his Butler or maid or threatens Marlene. 

It’s the things they can all agree on and these things that I think helps bring them together. 

Where at first none of them can understand Marc and want him gone. But the more you see them coming together to protect what they care about the most, the more you start to see them agree on things and start to work as a unit. 

At the end of the OG run, you see Steven accept Marc and his past after his father’s death. 

It’s these things that I look for in the comics. The moments when you can see who they originally were and what keeps them together. 

Marc’s need for stability and people he can trust. Steven’s need to feel useful and keep his people safe. Jake’s need to be around people that love him and his ability to keep them close and safe. 

While I am NOT going to review every single comics like I did the Moench run... I am going to find time to re-read all of the 90s comics that came right after and might do a few breakdowns of those. ...But they are often a chore to get through. Just saying. They go hard on Marc and I miss my boys. I miss seeing the love that was so obvious in the original comics and the theme of friendship that held them all together.

[gorey-maiden]

Steven grant + Jake + Marc with a goth s/o headcannons

A/n I was reading moon knight fics and listening to my music and I got this idea enjoy!

- steven would get very intimidated right off the bat (hehe get it bat)

-you first met Steven when you where at the museum with your friends, you love to study different religions and history so you adore museums so when you heard about this one you knew you had to go!

You where in the gift shop looking at a Spinx cat necklace and your friends where ready to go you went to check out and Steven was working the counter and he go so nervous when you came up he was blushing like crazy

-‘wow they’re really cool’ his mind going a mile a minute

-you thought he was pretty cute and asked him out he was totally off guard stuttering all over the place

-“hey I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime?”

-“ o-oh me? Uh y-eah sure!” He was practically a tomato by the time you all left

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-When the whole thing happens with Marc he tell you everything totally frantic but you calm him down

-once Marc comes along he is infatuated with you…well they all are but he thought you where the most perfect thing

-jack will sweet talk you constantly with his Chicago accent “baby c’mer” and “hey sweetheart how are you?” And sooo much smirking and of course lovey words in Spanish

-Marc will let you in about the plans of going to Egypt and not keeping to much from you since he doesn’t want you to think they just got up and left

-steven will watch you do your makeup and if you ask him to help he’ll say things like “a-are you sure? I don’t wanna mess anything up” and “your the master at it why do you need an amateur like me to help” in a teasing manner but he will end up helping after a bit of reassurances and will be great at it

-he doesn’t care to much for horror movies but he’ll watch them for you but jake and Marc on the other hand loves them they will have a marathon with you

-when you can’t sleep you’ll ask Steven to read one of his many books about Egypt not because of the book itself but because you love hearing his voice

-when you wanna go to goth clubs you always ask the boys if they wanna come and jake sometimes pipes up with a “sure sweetheart I wanna meet your friends let’s go dancing” he sticks out like a sore thumb but you adore it when they come with!

-I know Jake and Marc are “cold blooded killers” but I feel like they’d be total softies around their s/o