#dark!marc spector

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Eclipse

Yandere Moon Knight System x fem!reader

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

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

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

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

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

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

*Stevo! Your crush is here!*

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

*Hombre, come on, go get her.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Gotta admit Steven, she's pretty.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Nah, it goes away.*

*Oohh, ladies man speaking up.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are we goin' to use our suit?"

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

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

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

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

*Oi, the last door, mate.*

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

Marc was about to turn away but Steven stopped him.

*Wait.*

Marc stopped in his tracks. "What?"

*You think what I'm thinkin'?*

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

*Hell yeah bruv.*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*You've noticed?* Marc asked amused.

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

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

"Yeah..."

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

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

*Yeah.*

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

*You wanna call her?* Marc asked surprised.

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

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

"Jake Lockley." the god demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unknown caller

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

"Ah hello, doll."

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

"No. Not at all, princesa."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's your plan?" Steven asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shhh, hora de la siesta, princesa."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then why am I here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

[ozarkthedog]

💀marc has a blood kink and a bit of a sadistic streak i said what i said

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. dark!Marc Spector x f!Reader. sparring. blood kink. pain kink. no beta.

word count: 588

author's note: idk what this is but i love it & am not ashamed. p.s., hi, sorry i haven't posted anything in months. :) p.s.s. sorry this is so late @moonknightly but thank you for the dark! thots.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 · 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

“You gotta keep your hands up.” 

You respond with a pained gasp when Marc lands another punch. This time it’s to your jaw. It aches and pounds beneath your skin. You try to shake the pain away despite your world spinning.

“Again. Let’s go.” Marc commands harshly before circling your disorientated body as you try to regain your balance. “You won’t last long in a fight if you can’t take a few hits.”

You raise your fists and bounce on the balls of your feet. Marc smirks at your determination to keep up. “It's cute you think you can beat me.”

A growl rumbles in your chest and you strike without a plan.

He easily dives under your right hook before planting a savage fist in your belly. Air is ripped from your lungs forcing you to keel over. Marc sees his advantage as you choke on gasps of air and kicks your feet out from under you. 

You let out a sick grunt as you crumble to the ground. The hard training mat nicks your cheekbone when you fall face first against the flooring. Sweltering heat burns your body as bile races up your throat from the pain.

Marc stands over your heaving frame and clicks his tongue in disappointment. He roughly nudges your frame until you're lying on your back before crouching down over your body. His thighs encase your arms leaving you with no way to fend for yourself. You can barely breathe with his weight on top of you. No matter how much you struggle, you can't get free.

Darkness creeps into the warmth of his eyes as he sits on your chest and stares at your frightened face. 

“Stupid little girl. What am I gonna do with you?”

Marc spies blood pooling to the surface of your cheek. He thumbs harshly at the wound rubbing the spilt crimson into your skin. You whine from the pain and struggle once more under his massive thighs.

“You look good in red.” Marc smirks something deadly down at you before landing a devastating backhand.

White light flashes behind your eyes as your already abused cheekbone blazes like hot coals. Your lips part in a yelp as the room spins making you even more nauseous than before.

“Hey, hey, come back to me,” Marc husks, cupping your face in his hands. “I wanna see how much you can take.”

Your face burns with searing pain as he grazes his thumb over the welt and tugs on the skin,  opening the wound further. Marc watches with morbid fervor as crimson pours from the broken skin. 

He covers your mouth with a weighty hand dulling your screams to muffled moans while he works not caring that you writhe beneath him. You kick your legs towards his back hoping to land a blow but the angle is wrong, you can’t even graze him.

Marc barely feels you moving under his weight, he’s so invested in your turmoil. He drags two thick fingers through the fresh wound making you vibrate with a scream under his palm before curiously bringing the coated digits to his lips and sucking on them.

He moans around his fingers, eyes dropping closed for a beat, from the tangy, metal taste before sucking on the tips like after a delicious meal. 

“Shit.” He groans from deep in his chest before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours. “You know,” He begins, licking his lips and flashing his crimson stained teeth. “I can taste your fear.” 

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[runa-falls]

every time i hear this fucking song i have to reread @mewhenimsad's dream walking series (dark!marc x reader) 😩 UHHH ITS SO GOOD AHHH

[loveallmycreators]

So the number of times I come back to read this is probably embarrassing to admit but whatever. I don’t care. When I found this story, I screamed! I love your dark characters and was desperate for Moon Knight content. This is just absolutely brilliant! The situation is just so spot on cause I could definitely see this happening. I loved reader’s confusion and really felt the fear and panic! When you were writing that flip between M and S, I was obsessed.

I have to say that the characterizations of Marc and Steven were just so, so RIGHT that I was stunned. Moon Knight is my main Marvel Blorbo and so having one of my favorite authors write him and absolutely nail it is always a treat!

In the Moonlight

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, breeding kink, DID, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You wake up in a strange place with a strange man.

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector

Note: I wrote this impromptu. My first Moon Knight Fic. (it’s a one shot :))

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like the gingerbead man loves gumdrop buttons. Take care. 💖

The first thing you see is a large sphinx. The jade eyes inlaid in sleek ebon, symbols in golden paint around the neck and paws, ears lined in a similar gilt. It takes a moment to process the shape as the edges of your vision remain bleary and indeterminate.

Keep reading

[romana-after-dark]

Dead Dove December 2023 Masterlist

Hello everyone!

So sorry it took forever to get this out, but it took me 5ever to read through these fics bc I was expresso depresso and working a lot LMFAOOOOOOO

Anyway, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR EVERYONE ENTRIES!!! I adore you so so so so much. I am SO HAPPY with how this worked out and the amount of response! I hope to hold another event this March with @for-a-longlongtime at @triplefrontier-anniversary for the TF anniversary over at my main account @romanarose, and an event in June for pride, so if those interest you, follow my main page or this one, or @romana-updates

NOTE: I was unorganized so if I forgot someone's fic, IT WAS NOT ON PURPOSE. I know right now there discourse right now the Pedro fandom specifically, about different people not liking others or small writers or big writers ETC, but I want you to know no one was left out on purpose!

Note 2: If I put your fic here but forgot to reblog LET ME KNOW! I want to make sure everyone gets a chance to shine.

Without further ado, the fics and art!

ALL OF THESE ARE DARK SO SOME DEGREE FROM CNC, DUB CON, TO VIOLENT NON CON! HEAD WARNINGS!

The Last of Us

The Burglary by @aurorawritestoescape and @milla-frenchy: Two men break into your house and take more than just your valuables.

Fight Club by @anama-cara : Post outbreak set in the Boston QZ. You decide to go against Joel in an underground QZ fight club for some extra coin. Joel doesn't take kindly to the competition and decides to punish you in his own special way.

Deja Vu by @milla-frenchy : After a bad experience with a former boyfriend, you meet Joel who makes you trust him fully in the bedroom

Silent Night by @kewwrites : Despite the way he always acted around you, you find it hard to say no to Sarah when she invites you home to her dad's house for the holidays. Surely nothing would happen while she's with you.

Training Day by @koshkamartell : Set in AU, no outbreak. You get more than you bargained for after trying to make Joel jealous.

Code Broken by @auteurdelabre : You only wanted to pull a silly prank on your neighbor, Joel. Who could have seen it ending up like this?

The Art of Breaking by @corazondebeskar-reads : Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.

Cry Harder by @romana-after-dark : While keeping you captive, Joel's sex drive is insatiable, and the sex seemed to be never ending. You tried to warm him you needed to use the bathroom... he didn't listen.

Nightmare Before Christmas by @katiexpunk : As an escort, you’ve found yourself in some pretty fucked up situations before. Years of experience have taught you to navigate such situations with a combination of tact and assertiveness. Most of the time the men who exude an air of sleaze shrivel back into the corner, embarrassed and limp dicked.  Most of the time.  Tonight is not one of those times.

Locket by @toxicanonymity : Dark!Reader dugs her friends hot dad Joel

Run, Rabbit by @justagalwhowrites : It was just over a year after the world ended that you were captured by Joel and Tommy Miller. They're harsh, they're cold and they're killers. But, as a nurse, you're a valuable person to have around and they're not the worst thing wandering the wasteland that was the United States. And there might be more to these men than meets the eye.

Godless by @javier-penas-wifexx420 : You work at a brothel that operates above a saloon in your town. Joel is the leader of a group of outlaws that come periodically to collect payment and wreak havoc. One visit, you catch Joel’s eye and he decides he has to have you.

Across the Spiderverse

After Dark by @runa-falls : He wants you. and he knows you need him.

Triple Frontier

Deep Seeded Issues by @djarinmuse: Summary: At an N.A (narcotics anonymous) meeting you recall a dark and embarrassing memory, not knowing the connection in the room.

My Blood Would Teach Me How to Love by @winniethewife : Santi finds you self harming, blood kink ensues.

Room's on Fire by @romana-after-dark : Cult AU, Pope, Frankie, Will and Ben are cult leaders and need a virgin to breed who will birth the savior: the Madonna. Initially honored to find redemption, the Madonna has to learn how to navigate all four men and a circle of other people at the house.

Goodnight, Princess by @melodygatesauthor : Your dad's best friend accidentally discovers that you're a sex worker. He tries to let it go, but it eats away at him until things go way too far.

The Card Counter

Bad Bet by @boredzillenial and art by @lunar-ghoulie4art : William beats you in a poker tournament, but you just can’t accept defeat, not yet…

Getting Whats Mine by @winniethewife

Lightening Face

Puppy by @darkuselesssomebody : In which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it

Mojave

Cruel Intentions by @hon3yboy : You're on a soul seeking journey, just another young, pretty, thing. All alone and stranded in the desert, ripe for the picking and ol' Jack has his eyes set on you.

Moon Kight

Death to Dignity by @juneknight : An intruder (Marc) breaks in to your apartment.

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I cannot thank you enough for your support and interaction for htis series!!!!! I had SUCH a good time reading all these, you are all so talented!!!

I hope to do more events soon as it's really helped me make some friends and get to know people here!!!!

Please remember to reblog these authors, and if you're tagged here, be sure to check out more! Lots of great content here!

[moonyflesh]

[🇪🇬]

i would quite literally commit felonies to own Marc Spector/Steven Grant’s closet ((and overall aesthetic))

[evilhorse]

Moon Knight Fist if Khonshu #1 (Stephen Platt variant cover)

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hi, I really enjoy your writing! Keep up the good work!! How about a dark daddy Steven and Marc with a reader who craves praise and validation but is embarrassed about it (I hate my brain sometimes)?

Anony you're so sweet, thank you so much, feel hugged from me!

I can definitely come up with something. ;)

Cravings

Pairing:

Dark!Steven Grant x fem!reader

Dark!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Warnings: P in v, usage of daddy kink, oral f!, smut, nsfw, little to no plot (kind of brat taming especially on Marc's part)

Your daddies love giving you attention, you grew fond of it but you were embarrassed to admit it. Too bad they knew how much you liked it.

Steven

Knowing how needy Steven could get sometimes, you couldn't help but get the most of it out of him knowing he'd praise his little girl for giving him the attention he wanted.

Now he's on top of you, already having you stuffed with him "What's gotten into you being so attentive lately, hm?" Steven began to move in slow but deep thrusts, knowing very well how it makes you unable to speak logically.

"I-I don't knooow." you blurted out, already feeling your mind go dumb with how he's moving.

"Doesn't matter love. As long as you're a good girl for daddy you'll get whatever you want." Steven teased but he was sincere. He knew you can get all clingy because he loves the attention and in return he gives you what you want.

"Stevennn, you feel so good please ke-ep going." You already couldn't think straight.

Steven chuckled, speeding up and pounding into you "Mm, you're so perfect darlin', I can't get 'nough of you.." he pulled leaving only the tip inside before slamming right back in, making a loud moan escape your throat, becoming slightly red out of embarrassment at how weak you can get for some attention from Steven.

He leaned down close to your ear before whispering into it "Gettin' all loud again, love? Tryna make the whole complex hear how good I'm fucking you, huh? Is that what you want?"

Steven was right, you could never keep your noises quiet, not when he's riled up like that after you teased him almost all day. You knew from first teasing him how much trouble you'd be in. But you couldn't be happier about it.

"Not that I'm complaining about that, of course not but- fuck- you feel like a goddess. It's only fair the building get's to hear how a goddess is worshipped, yeah?"

Your body instinctively arched into him, desperate to get more of him. Steven might not seem like that in general, but this man can get quite fucking dirty when it comes to the person he loves.

It wasn't long before you felt the familiar feeling built up, it was fast approaching like a tidal wave with how sloppy Steven was pounding you and how cockdrunk he made you.

"St-Stevennn! I'm about to cum!" You warned with a needy voice, knowing it would drive him more crazy than he already is. Just moments after, you clenched down on him, gripping his cock like never wanting to let go of it.

"Fuckin' hell, love! There you go, getting what you want once again." Steven groaned deeply before shooting his sticky load into you. He held himself inside you for a couple minutes after collapsing down on you, happily spent.

"You were really going at it, Stevy." You giggled, moving your hands to run your fingers through his hair.

"Want me to keep spoiling you, darlin'?" Steven threatened playfully while his voice was muffled by your skin.

"No- I... no.." You couldn't help but burst into laughter. Steven pulled out after getting soft inside you and looked down at you

"Aww, don't be embarrassed now, love. I know you hate to admit it." Steven pinched your cheek softly before rolling off to the side.

Steven loved seeing you getting red like a light at night after he caught up on how attention-starved you were.

"Come here to daddy Grant." He pulled you into him, tucking your head on his chest and kissing your hair. "Now close your eyes, get some rest and when we wake up we will clean up."

You closed your eyes and in a matter of seconds you drifted off into dreamland.

-

Marc

You weren't sure how many orgasms he already gave you, but you sure as hell knew he wasn't done, you were already at the brink of another one and Marc made his impression clear he liked seeing you crumble beneath him

He looked up at you, his mouth only leaving your core before he wanted to speak. "C'mon baby gimme another one, I know you can do it." Marc immediately dipped back in, slurping every drop, leaving nothing behind.

Either this man had already lost the nerves on his head or he just did not give a shit on how hard you tugged at them. At one point you almost thought you ripped them out...

The next orgasm came out of you, easily getting slurped up by Marc and his greedy mouth. Now Marc was kind enough to give you a small break. "Want me to stop sucking your soul out through your pussy?" he ran a single finger through your swollen folds and you tensed up from the over-overstimulation.

"Please tell me you're done." Your words came out half-thinkingly.

In response Marc gave you the devilish smile that tells you he's not done with you. "Too bad... daddy's not done with you, babygirl. Should have seen it coming when you teased me all fucking day."

Marc was hundred percent right, and although you made a mental promise to yourself to not tease him all day, when you did, it was always the opposite result. You always stupidly thought he was bluffing but then reality hit you hard and you remembered in the last second that a man like Marc was never bluffing about something like that...

"You know I'm never done with you before you haven't had my cock." Marc got up and pulled his already leaking cock out before positioning himself over you. "You love it though, hm? Doing something to get me into the mood to get the attention you crave?" he nudged your entrance with his tip before entering you swiftly

"Holy shit, so tight so wet, so goddamn slippy..." Marc groaned, he had to seriously stop himself from shattering your lower region.

When Marc started to move, it was slow at first and then he step by step increased his pace, chasing his own pleasure as he lost himself completely in fucking your pussy.

-

"Fuckfuckfuck, Marc!" You couldn't hold it any longer, every time you thought he gave you the last orgasm you were fooled by yourself because he always did give you one more orgasm with his cock.

"Another one for daddy? That's my girl." Marc was panting, already getting close. His hips snapped for the last time before he finally shot his cum into you, rolling his hips a few times before pulling out and dropping down beside you.

Marc loved seeing you all fucked out, knowing he was the one who did it. He reached out and wiped some sweat off your forehead "You alright there, honey?" he chuckled.

"Phew, yeah..." You nodded, still panting and catching your breath.

"Always trying to get something out of me, don't ya?" he smiled.

You turned to your side "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

Marc couldn't help but laugh "You know exactly what I mean."

You felt the warm embarrassed blush creep up on your cheeks again, "Shut up..." you mumured, trying to suppress the smile.

Marc smacked your shoulder playfully, loving how you always light up in embarrassment when he caught you trying to hide how much you love the attention he gave you.

With that, Marc pulled you into him, wrapping you up in his arms "Go get some shut eye, troublemaker."

[romana-after-dark]

Marc Spector x Sucubus!Reader Ft. Khonshu

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My submission #1 for Dead Dove December! there is still plenty of time, so I hope I can see at one or more other Oscar isaac Submissions and maybe a logan submission! Also, I love every single of the Pedro submissions, you are all so amazing!!!

Summary: You are a sucubus, and tonight you've come to visit one of your favorite toys, Marc Spector. Tonight, however, you have a visitor...

Warnings: Sucubus reader so reader is DARK! This fic is DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Marc is alseep the entire time so non con somno, Khonshu watches and is grossly possesive over/thinks he owns Marc's body. Dirty talk, general non con themes.

Moon Knight divider by @sister-lucifer

DDDNE dividers by @clawdee

Beta'd by @boredzillenial

1.3k words

A/N: This is my first writing Marc Spector in almost a year I think! Moon Knight for longer than that! I'm happy to see my baby again <3

He was really fucking pretty. 

Maybe that’s why he was your favorite, maybe that’s why you came back to him again and again.

Marc Spector was your favorite to be sure, a young man still youthful, maybe around 25, and you’d been visiting him for maybe 2 years now. He was handsome, an absolute cutie with dark curls, tan skin and strong build. Even in his youth, he was built thickly, even if a bit short. Standing at 5’8. He wasn’t much shorter than global average, but he was definitely average height for Latino and Sephardic men. 

But his cock… god, that’s one of his biggest draws. Sure the rest was fantastic; Marc was absolutely flawless, a sleeping beauty below you, but it was his cock stuffed inside you that brought you to ecstasy. The 9 inches was delightful, reaching deep inside your core so well you could feel him kiss your cervix at the right angle. But god, the thickness… the way he split you open, the way you felt so full as you sank down on his length, crammed up inside you as you cum hard around him, Marc’s eyes fluttering when he came inside you but never awakening.

Tonight was a little different, however. Tonight you had company.

Naked and dripping for him already, you grind your naked cunt over Marc’s grey sweat, getting him hard and aching. You could see his breathing increase with the rise and fall of his chest laid bare like he knew you were coming. Like he was whoring himself out for you, and you alone. But you weren’t alone, were you?

“Come to watch, have you?” You speak, not looking away from Marc’s slightly parted lips, but speaking to the being in the corner.

“I wasn’t aware you could see me, little one.” 

You chuckle. You knew who he was, but he didn’t know you. Of course not. Succubi, while somewhat rare, were not unheard of and there was no reason for him to know you.

But you knew who he was.

“I can see all the Gods and beings of our realm, Khonshu” You smile as you turn to the man in his skeleton-bird form, grinding down hard on Marc’s bulge and humming in contentment.

He makes no sound, simply nodding. “And you’re a succubus, I am?”

“I am. This here,” You pat Marc’s chest. “Is my favorite toy. The question is, why are you here? Just came to watch? I won’t object.” You give him a teasing smirk, but see nothing in return.

“I am the owner of this body.”

Your eyebrows quirk up in surprise as you continue to dry hump Marc’s sleeping form. Was he mad you were using ‘his’ body? “Oh?”

“And I come to summon him, only to find a stranger using my avatar.”

Ah, an avatar. No wonder Marc was so lean, so muscled and strong. “And were you summoning him to use him like I am?”

He chuckles. “Hardly, although I can’t say it hasn’t crossed my mind. No, Marc is my knight. It seems you also have plans for him.”

“Ohhhh yesss, I do.” You’re approaching an orgasm, and you haven’t even taken out his cock yet. “So many plans… Khonshu… the question is, are you going to let me use your little toy?”

Khonshu cocks his head to the side. “Only if I get to watch.”

5 minutes later, Marc’s cock was drilling your insides as you bounced on him, hands planted firmly on his chest with Khonshu watching you. He remains clothed, rubbing himself slowly underneath his crisp pressed pants (he changed from his robes for the occasion, into a nice suit.). 

“How’s the view?” You tease him, your cunt leaking from your first orgasm all around Marc's supple hips.

“Simply sublime.” Khonshu’s voice booms through the room.

“Me?” Leaning down, you kiss into Marc’s neck, taking a nibble before side-eyeing back to Khonshu in the corner. “Or him?”

“Both”

Marc lightly snored, and you look over to watch the sweet man’s nostrils flare, so unaware of what is happening, so unaware he’s being used a sex doll for one, and porn for another.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You’re pussy clenches around Marc’s cock as you bounce, enthralled by the inherent eroticism of it all, the treatment of Marc’s body as a thing to be rented out. You run your hands over his chest, feeling his warmth, his sweat, his tensing, aching body responding to you like the goodest good boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of defiling. “He feels so goddamn good, Khonshu.”

“How deep is he inside you?” He asks, still lazily leaning back but the touches over his clothed cock taking on a speedier edge. 

“You can feel for yourself.”

Khonshu reiterates, his voice much firmer now. “How deep, little one?”

You place your hand on your stomach, right where you can feel him piercing your womb. “He’s so deep…” you whine, drenching Marc’s thighs with your slick. He deserved this, deserved to have his fat cock drained, balls emptied inside a beautiful woman. Too bad Marc would never be awake to see it.

But Khonshu is, and isn’t that the next best thing? The owner of the body, watching and getting off to his varlet being abused in his sleep. Well, you wouldn’t exactly call it abuse… Marc sure seemed to be enjoying it.

Little whimpers leave his lips, and when you reach back behind yourself, you can feel his balls tightening.

“He’s about to cum, Khonshu…” You bounce on him with renewed fervor, your stomach flipping at the thought of being filled again by his hot, sticky warmth. Fuck, he was splitting you open, your body impailed on the young man as his length is fed inside you. “Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum inside me?”

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” His voice was breathy, breaking down just a little, losing a modicum of self control. “Let me cum inside, let my vessel fill your womb with my seed.”

“FUCK!” Your orgasm is crashing, screaming, clawing and kicking out of you, your body shaking with delight and milking out Marc’s as he fills you up. Rope after rope, your fluids mix in an unholy matrimony, cum trickling down his legs as your cum overflows to stain his sheets. You can’t even lament what was lost, the virile young man continuing to claim you with his cum, with Khonshu's cum, and you can feel it where his cut tip kisses your womb. 

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

His body, tight and lightly muscled, is tense, his mouth lightly parted as little moans escape his lips. His tits flex with the intensity, eyebrows knitted together as the final spurts fill your stomach, causing you to bulge. You’ve never felt him cum like this before, and you suspect the extra seed was Khonshu’s doing. As Marc’s hips stutter a final time, he sighs a little out of his lips, a name, not yours, whispered on his tongue.

“Layla…”

You don’t want to move. On top of Marc’s now-relaxed body, you enjoy feeling him so calm, so rested, so beautiful, even if he was thinking of some woman.

“He met a girl.” Khonshu stands. Any mess he made is gone, but you can tell by the light panting that the skeleton bird had cum too. “Kill her father a few years ago. She doesn’t know that yet, but it seems they’ve begun an affair of sorts. Doesn’t matter.” Khonshu says with resolve. “That will fall apart too, just like everything else in his life. He’ll soon learn I’m all he needs.”

You huff a laugh. Khonshu’s self importance was well known in the shadow realm, but this was none of your business. You were off to carry out your night, ready to knock some girl up with Marc’s cum. You give the young man a little kiss on the cheek.

“Until next time, Spector.”

Thank you so so so so much for reading!

I really hope you all enjoyed it, I wanted to explore Khonshu's possesive feelings towards the body. I explored this a little in Your Very Being which is Jake x khonshu and i feel takes place after this.

Again, thank you!

@steven-grants-world @del-ightfulling @iolaussharpe-24 @just-a-lovebot @madamerubrum @speaktothehandpeasants @and-claudia @autofillcontact675 @yeaiamme2 @miraclesabound @sub-aro @campingwiththecharmings @ivystoryweaver

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hi, could you do a dark/yandere Marc and Steven in which they force the reader into a DDLG relationship or forces her to call them “daddy”? If this makes you uncomfortable, then that’s okay.

Heya Anony <3

This would actually be my first time writing something involving a daddy kink, hope this doesn't disappoint though. :,)

I literally had to google what the shortcut DDLG meant lmao.

Marc and Steven having daddy kink

Pairing:

Dark!Steven Grant x fem!reader

Dark!Marc Spector x fem!reader

Warnings: oral m! receiving, p in v, fingering, usage of daddy kink, possessive behavior, Steven being a *bit* too needy and dominant.

Steven

Steven came home later than usual, his boss Donna made him stay longer.

When he walked through the door, you were already getting ready for bed. Even though Steven told you to wait for him, you got tired and just wanted to sleep.

"Heyia love! Daddy's back." Steven's voice rang through his flat. You were already in bed when you heard him, sitting up and rubbing your eyes as he opened the door to your room, "Already wanting to drift off, are we, love?" Steven hummed.

Stretching your arms, you nodded "You're about two hours too late, I was getting tired."

"My pretty little darling got all tired, hm? But now I'm back like I promised." Steven smiled, walking over to you "Have you been a behaved little girl while I was away?"

"Yea I was." You nodded.

"And you'll still be that way for daddy, yeah?" He sat on the bed, his hand moving the covers away, revealing you in underwear.

"Yes, d-daddy.." You replied hesistantly, seeing Steven's hand slipped down on himself, into his pants to grab himself.

"You look so sexy like this, all submissive. So pretty. And all mine.." Steven's cock was already painfully hard, he had been thinking about you the whole time at work, coming back to his good little girl.

He moved closer to you, his other hand hooking its fingers on the waistband of your panties, "I want you to beg f' me. Beg me to fuck you." his voice lowered dangerously as he began to pull down your panties and spreading your lips, rubbing your clit slowly with his thumb to get you wet.

With a soft, almost whiney moan you obeyed "Please fuck me daddy, I need your cock. Please.."

Steven chuckled, leaning over you getting closer to your ear "S'that all you got, love?" He asked dryly, as he already worked on getting himself out.

"Need you so bad, my pussy wants to get owned by you, Steven-.."

Slap!

Steven softly spanked your ass cheek, making you gasp as he continued to work you up with his fingers, "Who?" Steven asked, slipping a finger inside of you, immediately getting soaked.

"Daddy- I mean daddy!" You quickly corrected yourself, feeling his finger slowly pumping inside of you.

"That's my good girl." Steven praised "Said you need my cock, yeah? Gonna give it to you."

He positioned his already free cock at your entrance, teasing you before he entered you, not stopping until his whole length was buried inside, "Mh-mm, here you go, got you wrapped nicely around me." Steven groaned, starting to move into you at a normal pace, hitting those spots inside you. You moaned, instinctively arching into him. Steven increased his pace, the pent up desires from the day started to fade away as he lost himself in pounding into you. "Thought about this all day, coming back to my little girl, getting to feel you again." Steven moaned, his hand coming down to rub you clit while he's thrusting into you, making you moan louder

"Love, you have to stay quiet for me, you will wake up the whole building." Steven chuckled, the way he was pounding into you and rubbing made you see stars, you tightened around him feeling your orgasm approaching.

"I'm close!" You whined, eagerly arching your hips chasing your imminent release.

"There you go love, go ahead and make a mess of yourself for daddy." Steven praised, getting close himself. Your orgasm came fast, gripping his cock like a vice. Steven's eyes rolled back in his head at the familiar grip you had, his cum shooting into you. Both of you were panting, Steven laid ontop of you with his face buried in your neck as you two calmed down. When Steven pulled up and looked at you, seeing you all fucked out and tired, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips

"You were such a lovely girl for daddy. Sleep now, you deserved it." You didn't even noticed anything after, you drifted off to sleep like a blown out candle.

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Marc

Marc was so glad to be back, Khonshu was royally pissing him off, that old clunky bird was getting on his nerves with all the demands. Good thing Marc had his Scotch and precious little girl to make him forget about his day. When he returned, he went straight for a shower to wash away the evidence and blood from the day. You didn't hear him enter, you were in the kitchen when he came back, only hearing the noises of the shower made it clear that he was back. After they stopped you made your way to the living room, seeing Marc standing by his Scotch counter with his back turned to you, his hair still a damp from the shower, wearing nothing but his boxers.

"Hey Marc, how was your day?" You asked softly, not wanting to startle him. When Marc turned, he saw you wearing one of his shirts which was a bit too big for you, the hem hanging a bit past your waist.

"That old bone beak Khonshu was grumpy." Marc replied, swinging his glass, watching the liquid as it moved.

Sensing how boiled up Marc must be, you decided to make your way to the bedroom, while Marc flopped down on the couch getting comfortable, but he stopped you from walking further.

"Babygirl, where do you think you're going?" Marc called out amused, taking a sip from his glass.

You gulped, turning around, seeing Marc beckoning you over to him with a finger, "Come to daddy."

Marc set his glass down on the coffee table, turning his attention back to you "Get down." He ordered, the bulge in his boxers was already growing. You knew Marc had a shit day, you didn't want to piss him off anymore than Khonshu did. You obeyed, lowering yourself on your knees infront of him.

"Be a good girl and help your daddy relax, would ya'?" He asked, not beating around and freeing his throbbing cock "Go ahead, make me proud."

You leaned in, supporting yourself with your hands on his trained thighs his hand coming up behind your head, tangling his fingers through your hair, forcing your head down on his dick. Wasting no time, you took his girth into his mouth, lips wrapped around him, while swirling your tongue.

Marc's eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back on the headrest behind him "Fuck honey, just like that.." A sigh of delight came out of him. As your mouth served him, you grazed your teeth on his shaft, which caught Marc off guard and he almost came at that, his hand pushed you down forcing you to take him deeper as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.

"Don't do that babygirl, don't make me cum too fast, I don't want to end it now." Marc gasped, suddenly pulling you off his cock "Get up here." He said, grabbing your wrist to practically pull you up.

You moved to straddle his lap, pulling your panties aside and positioned yourself over his cock while Marc grabbed your hips and easily pulled you down swiftly. The way you gasped as he stretched you was like music to his ears. "There you go baby, taking daddy's cock so well like you should." Marc started using you like a ragdoll, your weight was no match for his strength as he fucked you however he pleased. "Who does this pussy belong to?" He asked, his hips thrusting upwards to meet yours.

You couldn't think straight, his cock was hitting your sweetspots with every thrust, "My pussy belongs to you, daddy!" You moaned, Marc's grip on your hips tightened at your words, he felt himself getting close his movements increased. "That's right, all mine, hm? Only getting filled by my cock." Marc hummed, his breathing becoming heavy, "Cum all over my cock, honey. Do it." Marc ordered, feeling how your pussy tightened around him at the command. "Just like that, let that pussy coat my cock." Just at that, your pussy clamped down, gushing your juices all over Marc's cock, who just like you came too filling you up with his cum.

The two of you didn't move, you rested your head against his shoulder. Marc's cock has already softened inside of you "Such a good girl for me, that's how you make daddy proud, princess." Marc leaned in to kiss your temple gently.

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Hi! Could you write a dark daddy! Steven and Marc with a reader who acts childish/immature? The reason being is because she was forced to grow up too fast as a kid/has childhood trauma. If this is too specific then that’s okay! Thanks!

Hi there anony! Of course! <3

We take care of you now

Dark! Marc Spector & Steven Grant x fem!reader

Warnings/Triggers: Mention of uncaring parentings, mature themes, slight hints of murder, boys being a manipulative, DDDNE if you squint.

Marc and Steven recently saved you from your abusive parents, mainly your father. Steven told you they were going to meet with your dad to speak with him about his behavior towards you. The word 'speak' easily rolled off Marc's tongue before leaving, but even you noticed the bitter taste it had after he said that. But they did get you out of the mess with your abusive parents, they were your saviors, so they only mean good, right?

You were awake early, you couldn't sleep that long and left your room to watch some tv with early breakfast while Marc and Steven were still sleeping. The sudden creak of the door to their room made you jump and look. He came out, yawning and stretching his back before noticing you on the couch.

"Since when are you awake?" Without a doubt it was Marc.

You took another bite of your food. "Couple hours. I couldn't sleep."

He gave you an confused-sleepy look before making his way to the bathroom to freshen up. After getting freshen up he got breakfast for himself and joined you on the couch, flopping down beside you sipping on his coffee. "You couldn't sleep?"

"Yes." you nodded.

"Anything on your mind?"

"No, I just couldn't sleep that's all."

Marc hummed understandingly in response.

Both of you just kept watching tv quietly, your eyes getting heavier with each passing second as you finally drifted off on the couch. Marc noticed and grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around you to keep you warm. It wasn't long before you woke up again, stirring softly and groggily looking around, spotting Marc asleep on the couch. Something in your mind told you to check your phone if your dad has messaged you. Strangely enough that the idea only popped up now and you haven't received anything from your dad after Marc and Steven went out to 'talk' with him. Sneaking past Marc, you made it to your room, took your phone and checked the chat between you and your dad.

–Please come back I promise to change.

was the last message you've received from him shortly before Marc and Steven met him. You've never heard even a peep from him after. You just thought they told him to never contact you again, maybe they did scare him enough.

A soft knock on your door interrupted your thinking. "Love?" came Steven's soft voice before opening the door and peeking inside. "Y' alright?"

"Yeah, I just checked something."

"Y' sure you're alright?" he asked again, stepping into your room, noticing how you clutched your phone. "Is there somethin' wrong?"

You gulped. "Nothing's wrong." you lied.

"Y' know we hate lyin', love." Steven's tone got more firm as he approached menacingly.

Letting out a soft sigh in surrender, you showed him your phone. "I was checking if my dad messaged me." you started nervously chewing on your lip.

Steven frowned for a second, looking at the screen and seeing the message he sent you before they dealt with him. "He abused you, love, lied to you non stop, neglected you, and we made sure he'd never do that again." he reached out to cup your cheek.

"Did you talk to him? Please tell me the truth." You relaxed into his touch.

"We did. He said he couldn't care less about you. It made us...angry..." He spoke softly, too softly.

You were torn apart between believing him and not believing him, glancing back at the last message your dad sent you. "But he sent me this." you showed it to him again.

Steven gave a small, eerie smile. "He fooled you, love. He wanted you to believe him and make you come back to him."

"I-I don't believe you..." your tone was trembling slightly.

Steven switched letting Marc front without you noticing. The thing that gave it away being Marc was his hand on your cheek tightening its hold possessively. "We only want what's best for you, honey."

Hearing Marc's sudden voice caught you off guard and made you tense slightly. "But–"

"No buts, sweetie. You don't need anyone else except us."

You sniffled. "Where is my dad?"

Marc cocked his head to the side, thinking how he could tell you without raising suspicion. "He's at a place where he can never hurt you again. Steven and I will take your dad's position from now on."

"Is he alright?" you asked carefully.

Marc smiled coldly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "Yes. He's in an 'unharmful' condition, no need to worry about him."

You began fiddling with your fingers, trying to understand what he just said. "Are you telling the truth?"

He chuckled lowly. "Of course, we would never lie to you, sweetheart." he leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaning to whisper into your ear. "Now, don't think about your dad any longer. We are your daddies now and we will take such great care of you."

Marc waited for your nod and pulled you into a hug, smiling wickedly at how dependant you are. But that's okay, they will never let anything happen to you. Ever.