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I'm tired of the Jake lockley fics where he's nothing but a watered down violent Latino man who's dominant 99.9% of the time WHERE IS THE FLAVORRRRRR somebody FUCK this guy in the ass pretty pleaseeee 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 he needs to get dicked down, he needs to swallow seed, he needs to drown in pussy juice, he needs to have a harness, a chastity cage he needs to be hit and smacked and slapped GET THIS MAN SOME SUGAR ‼️‼️
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Moon Boys Sleeping Headcanons
Rating: PG • Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? • ko-fi •
Warnings: some fluffy fluff, mentions of reader, not beta read
Word count: 861
Steven:
I firmly believe that this man constantly moves in his sleep.
He’s rolling around all over the place.
One of those people that hold their arms/legs up in their sleep in the most uncomfortably looking positions.
There has been more than one occasion where you wake up and see Steven sitting up in bed, fully asleep, and you have to coax him back into lying down.
He is taking up all of the space, then hardly any.
He’s got all the covers and then none.
Side and back sleeper, for sure. Loves to be the big or little spoon when going to bed and will twist himself into the most uncomfortable positions for himself if it means you're comfy.
There is normally at least some part of him touching you, even if he is out of it.
You have woken up to him holding your hand or your arm in his sleep. Or curled up into a ball and snuggled into your side.
His feet are always warm, no matter how cold it is.
Delights in eating in bed, watching TV cuddling with you. (Will tell Marc he never eats in bed with a completely straight face.)
Once he knows about Marc and doesn’t worry so much about sleepwalking he has the ability to fall asleep anywhere and anytime. Literally his eyes are closed and a second later it’s lights out.
Mumbles in his sleep. It’s never actual words, just little sounds. You video him sometimes to show him in the morning.
He laughs about it for ages.
Remembers his dreams in vivid detail.
Always wakes up with messy hair, no matter how hard he tries or what material his pillow is.
Prefers to sleep in pyjamas even when it’s burning hot, because it doesn’t feel right otherwise.
Marc:
Back sleeper. Literally lays down like he’s going into his coffin, so stiff it should be uncomfortable.
However if you’re in bed with him he will snuggle up and lay all over your chest and tummy, and please play with his hair while he goes to sleep. He needs it.
Doesn’t talk in his sleep, but flinches and twitches. The movements are usually small, like a mini electric current runs through his nerves.
Pulls a face at eating in bed, will get the handheld vacuum cleaner out and hoover the sheets. “Steven, why are there crumbs here?”
“I don’t know mate, don’t ask me.”
“They're those stupid seaweed chip things you eat, you’re the only one of us that eats them.”
“First, they're crisps Marc, say it with me crisps.”
“Steven-”
“Secondly, Jake eats them too.”
“I know it was you Steven, you always eat in the bed-”
“I’m the only one who changes the bloody covers, aren’t I? I think I’ve earned it.”
“That’s not-”
“I changed the covers last week.” Jake chimes in.
“You’re right, you did mate, sorry about that.”
“No problem.” Jake gives him a mental thumbs up.
Marc is just like !!! Where is my apology for eating in the bed? !!!
However, if Marc wakes up before you he will bring you breakfast in bed and purposefully ignore Steven when he playfully calls him a hypocrite.
Sleeps in pyjamas if it’s cooler, but will also sleep naked if it’s hot.
Falls asleep quickly and doesn’t remember his dreams at all. (He prefers it that way.)
Deep, but light sleeper. Goes into a deep sleep very quickly, but is awake and alert if something sounds ‘wrong’. You once stubbed your toe on the bathroom door and let out a little yelp and he was up and by your side before you’d even realised.
Likes to put lavender and eucalyptus sprays and oils on his pillow.
Jake:
Very good at sleeping sitting up and power naps, but prefers you to be laying on top of him if you're in bed.
It makes him feel grounded to have your weight on him. If you’re happy to lay completely on him he is so content, it doesn’t matter what weight you are, he just loves wrapping his arms around you like you’re his own weighted blanket.
You buy him a weighted blanket for a gift and he wraps himself up in it constantly.
Often complains about the cold when sleeping, even when it’s hot his feet are still freezing. He has taken to always wearing socks in bed.
Which leads to a rather amusing sight in August when it is boiling hot, so he’s sleeping naked, but his feet are still covered in fluffy socks.
He calls them his ‘sexy socks’, and has pairs in a variety of colours. He prefers ones that have loud patterns and colours.
(I headcanon Jake as a kniter, so I think he would definitely make some for himself as well.)
Doesn’t usually eat in bed, but does on occasion to affectionately annoy Marc.
Remembers his dreams, and remembers Steven’s and Marc’s as well.
Likes to dramatically push you into bed, and throw himself in after.
Doesn’t move around a lot in the night, but occasionally talks.
Never wakes up first if he can help it, usually stays asleep while Marc and Steven are up.
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Salt & Pepper
Moon Knight System x GN!Reader
cross-posted to ao3
tags: rated T for teasing, domestic fluff, author does not condone touching people's hair without permission, no use of Y/N
wc: 1,078
fic summary: Marc, are you familiar with the term "silver fox"?
A/N: i might have a problem lol
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“Put. It. Down.”
Marc Spector does not startle easily. So when he nearly falls from his perch beside the bathtub, you’re surprised you have to steady him.
“Jesus, where’s the fire?” Marc picks up the towel and small cardboard box he’d dropped because of your outburst.
Shifting your focus, you zero in on the latter: hair dye, just as you’d suspected.
“So this is what you get up to when I’m away?” You tut, cradling his temples and shaking your head. "What happened to you?"
"What? Nothing, I'm-"
"-I wasn't talking to you," you sigh, resting your forehead against the crown of his head. "How long has he been treating you like this, you poor things?"
“Ha-ha.”
You release his face to study it. "But seriously, how long have you been dying your hair?”
“... For a couple of years. Started to turn gray from stress a while back, and I guess it never stopped.” He fidgets with the loose edge of the container.. “You really never noticed?”
You take the box and set it beside him. “You hid it well.”
You’re not judging him for dying his hair, it’s just… surprising. Marc’s never been one to fuss over his appearance, as far as you could tell. When you first saw his closet, you’d half expected it to be lined with the same outfit ten times, like in a cartoon. Most days, “dressing up” means adding a jacket or blazer.
“Since when do you care? About your hair, I mean.”
He shrugs. “I’m not gettin’ any younger, honey.”
“Neither am I.” You kiss the bridge of his nose. “You got a problem with that?”
“Of course not.”
“Good. Goes double for me, don’t you forget it.” Leaning in, Marc tries for another kiss, but you duck and grab the hair dye before turning away with a mischievous smirk.
“Gotta keep you honest,” you wink and dart out of the room before he can catch you.
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"Love?"
"Hm?"
"Might fall out if you keep playing with it like that.”
You’d been standing behind Steven for the past couple of minutes, meaning to check in on his preparations for his morning tour but had gotten distracted. Very distracted.
“Sorry,” you sigh, your fingers leaving the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck and trailing down to his shoulder. “It’s just… hm.”
Your conversation with Marc must have taken root: over the past few weeks, you’ve noticed the hair that had been dangerously close to another round of boxed dye abuse steadily turning lighter. A subtle blend of silver strands mix with the darker curls that frame his face, making his hair shine a bit brighter in the light of the desk lamp.
“It’s like starlight,” you finally state, leaning in to rest your head against his.
Steven sputters and puts his book aside. “Starli- that’s a bit much, yeah?” His brow furrows, but there’s no denying the smile tugging at his lips.
“Not if it’s true,” you contend. You adjust the reading glasses that had slid down his face and tuck a stray curl behind his ear. “It’s a good look on you.”
There’s no denying the heat rising to his cheeks when you talk. “This– you don’t–” Steven caves and sets his book down, hopelessly flustered. “Either go away or get over here. Cheeky.”
He makes room for you to settle into his lap, which you giddily accept. Your hands sink back into his curls and he shivers as you scratch his scalp.
“Did I ever tell you I had a thing for my professor, once upon a time?”
“Oh my days–”
You’re not sure who kisses who, but you’re certainly not complaining. Neither is he.
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The time apart has been agony.
You check your phone for the fifth time this evening. They’ve been gone for what feels like months (it’s been weeks) handling some business in California, of all places. Marc said he’d call when they were on their way home, meaning no news is sad news.
You’re pulled from your pity party by a knock on the door. It’s late, and you’ve already signed for your dinner delivery. Slowly, you get up and grab the bat you keep by the entrance (with a sock slipped over the end per Jake’s advice).
The knocking continues, getting more urgent. You take a deep breath and look through the peephole. A large brown eye stares back and you yelp, dropping your bat. The unmistakable boom of Jake’s belly laughter mocks you from behind the door.
“You’re hilarious,” you groan, standing the bat back on its head and unlocking the door.
You’re ready to lay into him when you open the door, but you’re stunned into silence. Jake’s smile is highlighted by silvery stubble, dusted with black. He adjusts his cap as his dark eyebrows raise in mock surprise.
“What, no hello?”
You tear your eyes away from his jaw. “Hm? Oh. Hi.” You open the door wider for him to step in. “Marc said you’d call first.”
“No fun in that, is there? Besides, you looked ready to handle some trouble.” he shrugs off his coat as you lock the door behind him.
“Trouble, yes. Nuisance, debatable.” You sidle up to him and drape your arms around his waist. You place a kiss on his cheek; it’d be impossible for him to not notice how you let yours drag along the rough line of his jaw.
“I missed you too,” he laughs again. “But man, is it warm in here…”
He tosses his cap and it takes everything in him to not lose it when your eyes widen at the sight of his hair, now more gray than black and curls longer than you’ve seen them before. You’re too enraptured to be embarrassed at your obvious loss for words.
“Your hair…” You reach up to touch it, but Jake grabs your wrist.
“Tsk, tsk, you threaten and barely say a word to me, then go straight for the goods without so much as a ‘please’? What happened to decorum, hm?”
“You fucking tease,” you huff. “...please?”
“Well, since you asked nicely–” Jake can barely finish his thought before your lips are on his, your hand tangled in his starlit hair as soon as he lets go.
“I take it we should cancel Marc’s haircut?” he murmurs as you catch your breath.
Your free hand grazes the scruff on his cheek and you grin. “I wouldn’t complain if you did.”
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A/N: marvel you cowards give us gray-haired moon knight
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All better now - moon boys
summary: I just think Marc needs a back massage, okay? That would fix him.
Marc needs a back massage so badly.
I mean probably all of them do, but Marc feels it more than Steven or Jake. Moon magic or something, idk.
You'd beg him to schedule some kind of appointment. It pained you to watch him wince and stumble when his back twinged. Steven complained occasionally when it got really bad.
The circles under his eyes grew darker and darker and the wincing got more pained.
None of them could sleep. Marc tried to trick you, knowing you were keeping your eye out. But the third time you heard him roll over, you dragged him out of bed and onto the sofa.
Lay down, you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. Marc fidgeted for a minute then relented, stubbornly avoiding your eyes.
Your hands were warm and soft as they prodded and felt around for knots. He shivered, pleasant goosebumps trailing under your fingers. The dark, warm flat was comforting, and he felt the tension ease just slightly.
The peace was broken when you dug your palm into his neck. Marc let out a high-pitched wheeze. His right leg shot out as rods of steel shot down his spine. You apologized hurriedly, soothing over the spot with a kiss.
You adjusted your position, deciding to straddle his lower back.
Marc relaxed again. The warm plushness of you sat heavy on his back, kind of like a weighted blanket.
Just relax, it'll feel good, promise.
You began around his neck, kneading and pulling with gentle firmness. Marc bit into the cushions to keep from groaning. Burning relief rolled in waves over him, reducing his bones to syrup. Even his headmates roused from sleep to exclaim at the feeling.
The density of his muscles made your forearms burn from the effort of de-knotting his back. You dug your elbow into a particularly rough spot and he shuddered. A muffled moan made you scratch his head affectionately.
See? Steven was right.
A broken "shut up" made you giggle.
Your wrists were numb by the time his shoulders felt anything close to normal. Breathing hard, you sat back and stretched your hands, letting him adjust for a moment.
Marc?
Nothing.
Leaning down, you brushed a strand of hair away from his ear and gently kissed his cheek. Marc, honey, you can go back to bed now.
A snuffling snore twinged your heartstrings. You didn't want to wake him, but the hard work you'd just done would be ruined if he slept like this. It took a few nudges but he eventually sat up, blearily mumbling complaints while you led him to the bed.
Marc slept on top of you, heavy and warm as a bear. You rubbed his back while he dozed, preening at the sound of his occasional groans.
He slept hard, waking groggily around noon. A plate of eggs and bacon was warming in the oven, said your sticky note on the fridge. You'd gone out for groceries.
Marc rolled his shoulders and moaned at the feeling of looseness. The overworked joints popped in relief. Jake exclaimed from the headspace, jockeying for an opportunity to feel the bliss.
Now you can sleep without waking me up with a migraine, eh, cabron? Took you long enough.
Marc relaxed back into the pillows. Maybe he could persuade you into giving him another one tonight. He hadn't felt this good since....a while.
Your knowing smile when you saw him flexing in the mirror made him scoff.
It's fine, he shrugged. Didn't help that much. You hummed and continued stirring the soup.
Steven was fronting that night. You could barely get through a few kneads before he was squirming and groaning. The intensity of your hands made him grip onto the couch for dear life, choking out swears around a clenched jaw.
Feel okay, Steven?
He whimpered a response and tried to calm down. You made it quicker than the night before and spent a little more time scratching round his ears, which calmed him plenty. Steven heard Marc's grumpy muttering from deep in the headspace.
I didn't get a head rub, he groused. Steven couldn't dream up a response - too distracted by you snuggling in next to him. He pulled you tight, burrowing into the junction of your neck.
You prodded around his back, pleased at the feeling of supple flesh instead of twisted knots.
Steven stayed curled around you for hours, but it was Jake who greeted you in the morning. You felt him pecking your cheek and initially assumed it was Steven, but when his coffee breath brushed over your cheek you opened your eyes in bewilderment.
Jake? Are you oka-
He crushed you into a hug, murmuring thank you into your neck. The open display of affection threw you for a loop, but you managed to return the hug around his brawny grip.
You raked your hands through his bedhead, trying to tame the rakish curls. His eyes fluttered and he nudged closer. Squirming to avoid being crushed in the all-consuming sofa, you moved to curl in his lap.
Jake drooped in your arms, humming contentedly as you stroked and kissed his hair. The stubble on his cheeks rasped pleasantly on your hands while you stroked his face.
Maybe next time you won't wait so long to get your shit fixed, huh?
Less talking, more scratching, bebita.
*vomits this in your lap and leaves*
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Hi, ive been rewatching moon knight, i did forget how fine is oscar isaac. So, can i request sub!bottom!moon boys x dom!top! reader. I just love them so much i want to care of them. Smut Headcanons?
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Jake, Marc and Steven x top male reader
The smallest mention of Oscar Issac’s name make’s me rip my clothes off. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you enjoy, 🐼.
⚠️Warnings. Dom/ top male reader, bottoms are the moon boys, edging, blowjobs, orgasm torture. Riding. And I might add more later on today!! And etc⚠️
— Both Jake and Marc watch Steven trying to take your cock as best he could. They’ll laugh and playfully mock him for struggling.
— All three of them being on their knees sucking and licking around your cock.
— Steven and Marc walking seeing you and Jake sharing a cigarette while fucking.
— Marc and Jake sitting on your left and right both sucking and nipping at your individual nipples while Steven is riding and bouncing on your cock.
— Having all three of them to edge themselves all, having their holes prepped and ready waiting for your turn.
— If any of the two get you annoyed or upset you’ll fuck the only one who didn’t irritate the hell out of you.
— You three making out very often.
— They’ll sit and take turns getting fucked by you. Marc will sometimes get impatient and would want your cock already.
— One of Jake’s kinks are getting chocked so whenever you were choking him while fucking deep inside him. Marc was watching and he seemed to be curious about it. And the next time you two had alone time he brought up wanting to try out being choked.
— For aftercare, you mostly clean and take care of them but sometimes the boys take individual turns to get the towels or to clean the sheets.
— Leaving hickeys on their bodies in unique places across their bodies leaving each boy with a different pattern of hickey’s.
— Fingering two of the boys while the other none is either sucking and deepthroating your cock or jerking it off while making out with you.
— They have this unspoken competition like rivalry to see who can pleasure you the best, or who can make you cum faster.
— They all are very needy with different wants and desires. You having to remember which individual boy likes or doesn’t like. For example gets really embarrassed and shy by dirty talk, but for Marc it turns him on and he wants to hear you talk rough and dirty to him.
— Sending videos to the main group chat of an individual for example like Steven. Spending a video of the Brit getting completely dicked down.
— Steven finding it so hot seeing you pass Jake a cigarette using your mouths. But when you try it with Steven he ends up coughing and wheezing.
— While they’ll tease and mock Steven they’ll talk him through it. Telling him what to do and guide him how to pleasure you and how to take it.
— But for Jake and Marc they’ll degrade each other.
— Fucking them after a long day. For Steven it’ll be for work while Marc would be fighting and just overall having a rough week while Jake just wants to be fucked merciless.
— Having alone time with an individual boy is common.
— All of you laying on the bed together just in the comfortable silence of your guys breathing in the room.
— Steven and Marc walking in seeing you Jake getting ready for some very kinky sex.
— Being on the one with any of the boys while your at work/ being busy hearing his heavy breathing and the muffled wet noises through the other side of the phone.
THE END
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This is the Masterlist for my story "With You"
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Part 9a Part 9b Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
Part 13 Part 14 Part 15
Part 16: Conclusion
My Masterlist
Read the standalone sequel Still With You
Pairing: Established relationship. Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockley x gn!reader. Reader is engaged to Marc/Steven. Jake is new. So elements of slow burn/idiots in love. No use of y/n
Summary: Your fiancé is 2 years sober, so what could have possibly upset him enough to challenge that? (It's Khonshu and Jake). A look at how the system learns about continued servitude to Khonshu and a new alter, with you - their fiancé(e) - by their side
Overall fic content/warnings: Angst, drinking, alcoholism/addiction, hangover, cursing, hurt/comfort, references to past abuse, longing, feeling inadequate, some banter/bickering, mentions of food, domestic fluff, slice of life, nightmare, crying, romance, violence, injury, blood, implied sex, some sex but the language remains vague and gn - more erotic than explicit, not beta'd
Immersibility: Reader is gn, is somewhat shorter than Marc/Steven/Jake and able to wear their clothes around the house
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Only for You (Steven Grant x reader)
Masterlist | Playlist
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected p in v, popping someone’s cherry, dirty language, swearing.
Word count: 3.8k worth of filth and fluff, yay
A/N: I wanna lay on his chest fr (also his fucking hands just-) I’m fucking sorry but I just realized that I have never written Steven Grant smut, holy shit. Here it is, soft, first-time sex with Steven <3
☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. “Don’t laugh Steven! I'm not scared of sex, I’m just saying that there are other things that I want in a relationship too.” you pout, elbowing Steven square in the stomach.
“It's not like I know how good sex is anyway.” You grumble as Steven chuckled.
You and Steven were curled up on the couch, a forgotten movie playing softly on your laptop. Your head was settled comfortably on his chest, a fluffy blanket over the both of you. If anyone had walked into Steven’s flat then, they would see the picture of your perfect version of a couple.
Except, well, you and Steven weren’t together.
You and him had been watching a movie when a particularly sexy scene came about and you moved to bury your face into Steven’s chest in embarrassment. Part of you had just wanted to stay there, all warm and comfortable but Steven had started to laugh, and is now prodding you slightly about your abstinence from the act of fornication.
He also had been nagging you about how you ditched your Tinder date to instead come to Steven’s flat bearing gifts of wine and chocolates.
“What are the other things you’d want then?” your best friend pushed on, sitting up slightly to close the laptop and place it on the coffee table before gazing down at you.
You shrunk slightly under his gaze, suddenly feeling shy.
Despite being the sweetest human being on the planet, sometimes when he was really into a conversation, Steven would have a sparkle in his eyes that made you feel slightly intoxicated. The first time that happened, you were surprised with the way your body reacted to him, in a fluid way, as if it was totally in tune with the nature that he had presented to you.
Forget sex. You had never been in a romantic relationship. In fact, Steven’s probably the first person in this big blue world who has been this close to you. You cherished him and held him oh so close to your heart, but that made you fall so incredibly hard for him.
But Steven was older, more mature and probably had more experience than you could ever uncover. Why would he want someone as inexperienced and young as you?
Instead you choose to avoid his eyes, staring at your hands that fisted the fluffy blanket.
“You’d think it's stupid.” you mumbled.
“Now, love, I never in a million years would think that. Come on, let's hear it then.” he urged, his hand finding yours for comfort.
You hold his hand in both of yours by his fingers, his hand comically bigger than yours. The weight of his hand in yours was reassuring and safe. You found yourself tracing his life line as you stared into space.
“I’d want them to dance with me in the rain even if both of us have two left feet. I’d want to go on long walks with them and talk about the stupidest things in the world. I’d want to hold their hand and run errands. I’d want them to sing me soft, made up songs, or read me poetry. I’d want them to make me smile even during my darkest days. I’d want them to just hold me in their arms and whisper sweet fluffy things. I’d want them to be my safe place, my comfort person. I’d want someone who can heal me, Steven.” your voice breaking a little when you got to the end of your list.
The both of you sat in silence for a while. You turned your focus entirely to the beat of Steven’s heart and the way his body was pressed to yours. You continued to toy with his fingers, brushing your thumb over a small scar over and over. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t want him to fulfill all that you had just said.
“Is that too much to ask for, or am I going to end up being an eternal virgin, eternally alone?” you laughed a little as you said it.
“Would you like me to try?” Steven whispered suddenly, the words spilling out of him in one breath.
At that very moment, you froze. You felt as if the world ceased to exist at the sound of his words.
Steven took a deep breath before continuing.
“You have already given me the opportunity to know you, in the best way possible, as your best friend. Darling, I’ll let you step on my feet while we dance in the rain. I’ll be your book of stupid facts while we walk around London aimlessly. I’ll never let go of your hand and I’ll sing you songs of my love for you and read you poetry about your pure beauty. I’ll make sure that beautiful smile doesn’t leave your face and I’m not a doctor, but I swear to you, on my life, that I’ll do my best to heal you.” He says as his free hand lightly runs up and down your arm.
“And I hate to be so frank, but I’m already holding you in my arms and I’m trying my best to whisper sweet things to you. Besides, if you didn’t feel safe, I doubt you’d still be slotted next to me holding my hand in yours.” He simply stated, as if he was proving a point.
You didn’t realize you were breathing rapidly until your eyes caught the movement of your chest. You licked your lips, attempting to say something back to Steven.
“Fuck.” was all that you managed instead.
“I could do that very well too if you like.” Steven said without missing a beat.
“YOU COCKY BASTARD!” You wriggled away from him and laughed, sitting up slightly to watch as a smile bloomed on his rosy face.
“You’d do that for me?” you whispered, the second the laughter died down.
“I’ll do anything for you, only for you.” He reassured as his eyes searched yours, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “I want to be the constant in your life, so, my darling, would you like me to try?”
“Yes, please.” You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand, before feeling yourself pulled close to him.
Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring into dark orbs that you had constantly found yourself lost in on a daily basis.
“Can I kiss you and show you how hard I’ll try then?” Steven whispered, his eyes drowning you in his own sanctuary.
“Yes, Steven.” was the last thing you heard yourself say before you lost yourself in him.
Steven’s lips were soft and forgiving against yours as your mind scrambled to comprehend that you were having your first kiss. Your hand shook as you tried to find purchase, settling to grab Steven’s t-shirt. His nose slotted perfectly against yours and you could smell his aftershave and feel his stubble against your skin.
You could tell Steven was trying hard to take it slow but as you straddle his lap, he brought his hand to your hip to push you further into him. The friction made you gasp, allowing Steven to lick into your mouth, creating a symphony of sounds from the both of you.
The both of you stopped for air, but you couldn’t pull yourself away from him, choosing to breathe the air that he heavily breathed out.
“How was that?” Steven asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ears.
“For my first? I couldn’t have asked for more.” you hissed slightly as Steven still kept an iron grip on your hip to push you against him, feeling the dynamic shift between the two of you.
You kissed Steven with all your last might and you could hear and feel a deep groan erupt from him as you pressed yourself against him, the wine you had edging you on. He kissed you back with equal fervor, as if he couldn’t get enough of you by the second. You ran your hands through his curls tugging them slightly causing him to whimper. You pressed yourself down on him, hard, realizing that you relished in the sound he made when you tugged on his hair. You could feel him, hard against you and a part of you felt absolutely victorious but the other part that was unsure slowly started to win over.
“I’ve never done this before, Steven.” you whisper as Steven moans, and you could tell that he was holding back from rutting his hips against you.
“That’s alright, love. Do you want to stop?” Steven says with a worried tone in his voice.
You gazed at Steven, at the state that you had put him in. His curls were astray and his lips were parted. Lust had blown his pupils wide open and you swear you could see a galaxy in them from your vantage point.
“No, I don’t want to stop. Not with you. Could you show me?” you plead.
“Let's take things slow,” Steven soothed you, slowly lifting you off him and laying you on your back. “I’m going to eat you out, love, but I need you to promise me that you’ll stop me if it gets too much for you.” he said while his large fingers hooked the waistband of the sweats that you stole from him.
Your face burned furiously at his words, not expecting the forwardness. You wanted to cross your legs and pull away but this was Steven. Your Steven. He would keep you safe.
“I promise.” You whispered back, your heart thumping in your chest.
Steven kissed your inner thigh, pushing your thighs apart to reveal your clothed cunt as you propped yourself onto your elbows to watch him make a mess of you. Your legs hung limp on either side of him, and you felt like a rag doll, absolutely powerless.
He started lightly marking your inner thighs, his tongue soothing out the evidence of his ministrations everytime your moans got a little too out of control. You swirl your hips, not content that your cunt wasn’t getting what it had been initially promised. Feeling a little bolder, your hands flew to his curls as you tried to direct him to what you really needed.
You felt yourself go dizzy as Steven’s fingers suddenly pushed your panties to the side, feeling your already dripping slit.
“Gods, you’re already so wet for me, darling. Such a shame that no one else will get to see how pretty this pussy is now that it's mine.” he mumbled as he trained his eyes to your core.
Blood rushed simultaneously to your face and clit, making you cry out loud at Steven’s lewd commentary.
“Steven, I-” you try saying but you choke on your words as he catches you off guard by pushing a digit into you, pumping it in and out at a slow pace, a vulgar squelching sound reaching your ears. He curls the finger without a hint of sorrow, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs turn into pure jelly, enlisting a shaky moan from you.
“You feel so soft, my love.” he says almost darkly, taking the finger out of you and inserting it into his mouth, eyes not leaving yours and your eyes widen, taking in every square inch of what you were seeing in front of you.
He lowers his head to you until his nose brushes harshly against your clit, sending a shock through your body. Your back arches back as you bring his face closer to you by his hair. Steven didn’t seem to be bothered by the way you were literally suffocating him, instead he lapped a broad stroke along your slit, tasting your juices straight from its source. Your knee jerk reaction to the pleasure you were having was to clamp your thighs together, but Steven was faster than you, holding your thighs open with light pressure, as he pushed his tongue inside you. You felt like you were drowning in a pool of delight as Steven continued to absolutely devour you.
“So much for going slow, Mr. Grant.” You thought as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
You loved it. Nothing you’ve tried on yourself has felt anything like this. You could tell Steven was studying the pattern of your pleasure, choosing to change tactics when your moans were more hollow and sticking to what he was doing when you wailed and pushed yourself against him. His name rolled off your tongue like a prayer more than a plea and Steven relished the way you spoke it under the change of circumstance.
“Bloody hell, baby, keep saying my name like that. Make everyone know that I’m yours.” Steven groaned into your core as he paused for a breath.
Without meeting much resistance, he pushes two thick fingers into you, covering your clit with his mouth and starts to pump at a steady pace. You brought a hand up to your mouth to stifle your cries of pleasure, only for the hand to be pulled back down by Steven. The steady stimulation of his tongue instantly pushes you up and over your breaking point. You felt yourself clench around his fingers as his tongue runs soothing circles around your clit.
“Gods, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You like that, angel? Trust me, you’re going to like my cock more.” he says, directing his filthy words into your cunt.
You came with his name echoing in your screams, your body convulsing uncontrollably as Steven helped you to ride out your high. After cleaning out the remnants of the first orgasm that he gave you with his tongue, Steven kissed your thighs softly as you bathed in its afterglow. Your eyes focused on his face, a shy smile encapsulating his wet lips as a soft shade of pink danced over his cheeks and nose.
“That was amazing, Steven. Thank you.” You stretched your arms out for him and he obliged, letting you grab him by the t-shirt and pull him down for a kiss as you wrapped your legs around his torso.
You pulled him further down with your legs so that his body was flush to you, only to have his clothed bulge grind into your sensitive clit making you gasp.
“Shit! Sorry, love!” Steven groaned as he tried to pull himself off you.
You were having none of it. You kept him down and grinded upwards, grinning at the look that passed his face.
“Are you sure, darling? I just don’t want you to be overwhelmed.” he breathed as you ducked your head into the crook of his neck to kiss him.
He smelled like sandalwood and papyrus, twisting your brain with a desire you never knew you had in you.
“I know you’ll be gentle, I can take it.” you said clearly, wanting him to realize that you wanted to see and feel his pleasure too.
Steven searched your eyes only to have you stare back, full of silent determination, before cradling you close to him and lifting you up as he stood from the couch, as if you weighed like a sack of potatoes. Steven’s strength never failed to surprise you. You remembered the time he helped you move into your new apartment, how he lifted several heavy boxes at once without breaking a sweat.
He settled you down on his bed softly, and you knew from that moment on that he was dead set on being gentle with you. He smoothed your hair on the pillow and kissed your forehead before sitting down beside you.
“Can I take your top off, darling?” he asked, his large palm kneading your hip as you smiled up at him.
“Yes, please, bra too.” you said as Steven raised his eyebrows at your shy demand.
He did as he was told and wasted no time in absolutely worshiping you.
“You’re fucking beautiful. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Steven groaned, letting his hands roam your bare body as his eyes sparkled like a teenage boy.
His mouth and tongue traced patterns on your skin that made you start whimpering. You could feel your arousal grow between your legs again as Steven captured one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked softly, releasing them with a pop, only to knead at your breast with his large hands.
“Need you inside me.” you breathed as he sucked soft hickeys onto your skin, hickeys that only he could have an access to.
He moaned at your words and looked at you with hooded eyes, before proceeding to take off his clothes one by one. Your eyes widened as Steven pulled his boxers off and grabbed a hold of his length. You’ve obviously watched porn before and you’ve never seen a more beautiful cock in your life. He looked absolutely perfect to you, soft trimmed curls boarding the hilt of his long and girthy length with a pink head that was leaking pre-cum.
Your breathing quickened as you watched him pump himself a few times before rolling a condom on. Kneeling in front of you, he grabbed the bottle of lube from his bedside and coated his palm before stroking himself again.
“Steven, you’re a god.” you heard yourself saying as you scanned his body that was literally sculpted to perfection.
“Fuck, Y/N, don’t say that, I’m not gonna fucking last with your words.” He says as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, catching your clit and making you throw your head back against the pillow.
“In, now.” you punctuated as Steven tried to take his time with you.
With the help of the lube and your slick, Steven slid inside of you with relative ease, shocking you and himself with how fast he bottomed out. There was a sharp pain as Steven stretched you out, followed by the sweet sensation of pleasure that made you whimper with ecstasy. You had never felt this full in your life and Steven’s cock was pressing deliciously in all of the spots you had never thought you had. His hands held you down with bruising strength, allowing you to adjust to his length, and only started moving when you started to grind your hips impatiently.
He showered you with praises as he moved with slow fluid movement, his hand inching towards you for you to grab onto. Instead of lacing your fingers together with him, Steven pulled your hand towards him and pressed it gently at the lower part of your belly. You moaned at the feeling of his cock inside of you, the tip bulging through your skin. He pressed down slightly harder, getting off at the feeling of your hand massaging his cock from the outside.
“Steven, you’re too good to me. Feels so good.” you slur as he pushed on slightly harder and deeper.
Tears started to flow from your eyes as your free hand gripped at Steven’s biceps, your nails leaving crescent shapes in his skin as he started to speed up his thrusts. His hand on your belly leaves yours, only for his fingertips to end up on your clit, the action causing you to shake. From the extra stimulation and the way his cock speared you, your second release came faster than your first, blinding you yet again with its powerful waves.
You could feel Steven’s movements start to stutter the second you came, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chased his release. He folded his body over yours and with a few more solid thrusts to your cunt, he groaned into your neck as he spilled thick ropes of cum into the condom.
It took the both of you a few minutes of heavy breathing to gather your thoughts. Steven came to his senses first, slowly pulling himself out of you before taking off the condom and discarding it. He then slowly stroked your hair as your breathing became more labored before taking a bottle of geranium oil from his bedside and dripping it all over your spent body.
You smiled at Steven as he massaged the fragrant oil into your skin. He focused on the points of your body that were sure to be sore tomorrow and silently pressed out all of the tension you had in you. Your body felt warm and you had a buzz running through you as if you had just ran a marathon. He massaged a silent thanks into you with every squeeze of his hand and you just laid there and stared at the man before you, wondering what kind of miracle had allowed you to get to this point. You looked past him and squinted into his apartment, giggling slightly at where your underwear had ended up.
“Hmm, am I really that funny, baby?” Steven said before following your line of sight and gasping at the sight of your underwear draped ungracefully over Gus’s fish tank.
“Oops, sorry Gus, mate.” He said sheepishly, his face turning red. “It's alright, darling, he won’t remember it.”
Steven flipped you over gently and started massaging your back, pulling small hisses and moans out of you. He kneads your lower back with his knuckles, providing you with stronger precision that knocks the wind out of your lungs with pleasure as you sink further into the mattress. He skims over the globes of your ass, making you giggle again. Flipping you onto your back, Steven pulls you into his lap as he settles himself against the headboard, covering the both of you up with a blanket to provide you with some privacy. You cuddle close to him, feeling safe in the small cocoon that he had created.
“Do you always end … it with a massage?” you asked suddenly, the question creeping up into your fluffy thoughts.
“No, actually.” Steven says, sitting up a little. “This was the first. I remember how you would say that massages were your favourites and that you would get a weekly massage if you had some disposable income.”
You blink up at him, realizing that he had been listening to you all along. Your heart swelled with the awareness that you had found your perfect man way before you had even comprehended it.
“Thank you, Steven. I love you.” you say before you could stop yourself as an unknown emotion settled upon Steven’s face.
Horror pulsed through you, your cock-dumb brain still too foggy for you to think anything coherent.
“Shit, sorry, I mean we only just had sex a few minutes ago. This is so uncool-” you stutter before Steven places a finger to your lips.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Steven says, genuinely as a chuckle reverberates through him and into your heart.
You calmed down immediately with his confession, your face blazing as you kissed him, finally feeling at ease with everything around you.
“Told you I can fuck really well.”
“FUCK OFF, STEVEN!”
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Fighting
A)n: Heyyyy... I'm back :)
Warning: none, angst, yelling, arguing
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Steven
He doesn’t yell
But it’s that exactly that makes it worse
He refuses to yell, but he’ll be a sarcastic little shit
“Oh really? How lovely.”
“Oh my dearest apologies, my liege, I didn’t realize I had to agree with everything you had to say.”
Steven won’t back down, he’ll keep this energy until he’s done talking about it and then he’ll ignore you
He won’t ask how your day's been, he won't hug you, he won't even look at you
And it’ll drive you crazy
The only reason this started was because Steven missed a date and didn’t acknowledge that he would be late or wanted to cancel
He was working late for Donna again, but this time it just set off something in his head
Normally you wouldn’t be too upset about him missing a date, seeing as he’s got other people to take care of and he’s got a shitty boss, but when you asked him about the date, he blew up
“God, it was one date, why do you have to nag me about it?”
“Excuse me? I wasn’t trying to nag you, Steven, I just wanted to know what happened.”
“You’re not my bloody parent, you don’t need to know!”
“Take that back.”
“No.”
And now you're in your room and Steven's sleeping on the couch
That night will give him time to realize he was in the wrong and he'll feel super guilty
When he wakes up with a stiff back and sore neck, he'll think he deserves it
He'll wait until you come out to get up
And then he's following you around like a lost puppy
He won't say anything, but he'll look so sad and just be following you everywhere you go
It would be cute if you weren't upset with him
You'll have to be the one to start a conversation, but as soon as you say a single word to him, Steven's apologizing faster than you can process
"Love, I'm so so sorry. I was an absolute knob, I was so stressed and upset yesterday and I know that's not a reason to treat you so terribly, but it was such a bad day. I promise I'll make it up with 3, no, 5 dates! We can do whatever you want today and tomorrow and all week! Please forgive me, darling. I know I don't deserve it, but please just give me another chance."
He looks like he's about to burst into tears and kneel for you
(Which would be hot in a different setting)
Depending on how passionate you feel about this, it might take some time to forgive him, but he's there every second of the day
Or if you want him to leave you alone, he'll respect that
You'll find little notes of lovey poems around the flat and your favorite snacks littered around the living room
He honestly feels like a terrible partner so when you do decide to forgive him, just give him a kiss and hug him
He'll cry and apologize a bunch more so just pet his head and tell him it's ok
He'll genuinely sit you down and ask if there's something he can do to get his 'anger issues' under control
Poor baby doesn't have anger issues, he just has a shitty boss <3
Marc
He yells
He yells loud and painful things
He doesn’t care, he can’t bother to care
He’s angry and that’s all he feels
He can’t think past it, it’s like he sees red
He’ll shout until his throat is raw, but he’ll get as many insults and sarcastic comments he can before that happens
He knows what he’s doing is wrong, he knows the only reason you’re arguing is because of him
But he’s not backing down
He wants to hurt you and he does
And it makes everything worse for at least a week
Marc came home absolutely wreaked from a fight and refused your help, preferring to drink and just sit there
If you weren’t so upset at the fact he refused your help and instead wanted the help of alcohol, you’d yell at him about staining the couch with his blood
You’ll either have to deal with Marc breaking out into an argument after the initial one, or leave to stay somewhere else
If you come back the next day, Marc will still be upset
He won’t start yelling at you again, but he’ll ignore you
And it really just stops there
It’s the silent treatment for a week
He'll make dinner for you and all that, but he won't talk to you
He'll stare at you, wondering if you'll be the one to apologize
Or he'll be staring at you to see if you're watching him
You're not
He'll stay silent for an entire week, festering in his anger and guilt until it overflows
And when you come back home from work or being out late, he's waiting for you
And he looks like a kicked puppy
It was no surprise Marc had no idea how to apologize and admit/accept his feelings but at this moment, none of that mattered
His guilt and the feeling of missing you outweighed his discomfort of voicing his feelings
He'll start with an apology, saying how sorry he was and how terrible he felt
He didn't give any excuse or reason for his anger, he just apologized and stood there
He expects you to yell at him, leave him, insult him
Just gently take him in your arms and kiss his cheek
You don't even have to tell him anything, he'll promise to never yell at you like that again
"If I do, you can hit me as hard as you want."
Marc will say, though if you did actually hit him, he'd probably cry
He'll be so genuine with his words and.the nail in the coffin was the fact that he promised
Marc never makes promises, even if he knows he can fulfill them
But he swears up and down that he will never yell at you again
And he does everything in his power to reverse or heal the damage his words did to you
Even going out of his comfort zone
He loves you so much and he doesn't understand why you're still with him, but he thanks every God and Goddess that you are
Jake
He’s dangerously silent
He’ll stand there completely blanked face, eyes set in a slight glare as you argue about something that was definitely his fault
Maybe he missed a date and didn’t bother to let you know he wasn’t coming or wrote off your worry about a few injuries and called you ‘clingy’ and ‘overbearing’
Either way, he doesn’t respond to your anger, just standing there like he didn’t care
And it hurt
Once you were done explaining how you felt or what Jake did wrong, he’ll roll his eyes, pull out a cigarette and sit in the couch
He’ll play the baseball game he may have missed or just watch the news to really set in that something that boring was more interesting than your feelings
“Do you seriously find the news more important than our relationship?”
He won’t look at you
“I can’t believe this. If you care so fucking little, then why are you still here?”
“This is my house.”
“Then maybe I should go if it’s just your house.”
“You should.”
And you do
You go to a friends house, or a hotel, somewhere that you can rest for the night because you’re obviously not going to get anywhere with Jake and you can’t stand his attitude
The second you’re out of the room, Jake curses and throws the tv remote at the wall
He throws everything that he can without any worry of breaking something or getting a noise complaint
He'll throw bottles, plates, pillows, books
Once he's run out of steam, he'll shamefully clean up everything, throwing glass away and putting pillows back
That's give him the time he needs to realize 'oh shit, I fucked up'
He won't come out and admit it instantly, no
He'll fester in his guilt and figure out what exactly he should say
He'll even plan out when he should breathe during his apology
And when you get home, no matter when that is, Jake it waiting patiently with breakfast, lunch, or dinner
He'll give a nervous smile and walk up to you, giving you a hesitant kiss on your cheek before pulling you to the living room couch
Your plate of food is already made and somehow still warm despite Jake no knowing when you'd be back
He'll give an awkward apology, explaining how he's still not used to being something more than a protector for Marc and Steven, how he's still learning to let people in, how he loves you with all his heart despite being such a monster
He might start crying, but he'll try not to show you
He doesn't want to show vulnerability, but he knows it's important in a relationship
So he'll just ask very quietly if he can hug you
Is you say no, he'll nod in understanding as tears fall into his lap
He'll quietly mutter another apology and just sit there, unsure as to what to do
If you say yes, however, he'll gently wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head in your neck
He'll silently cry, muttering 'i love you' over and over again until you say it back
Just rub his back and kiss his head, tell him you forgive him or need time to forgive him and he'll understand either way
He loves you with his entire being, almost like he lives off of loving you
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how would the moon boys react to reader flirting w another person to make them jealous? (they're friends w benefits)
okay so I made this a tad angsty just bc I feel it suits and bc I wanted it, but shush, that’s neither here nor there. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
FWB MAKING THE MOONBOYS JEALOUS.
moonboys x gn reader (not as the moon system)
warnings. angst? bad writing/ thoughts and hcs
I feel like marc is a lot more insecure than he lets on or more than one may think. he's usually the type to shrug and gruff dismissively, not wanting to bring attention to it, or to the fact that he cares about something... you. because you're casually messing about, he tries not to expect anything else of you. to see you flirting may make him feel insecure and make him remember what a fuckup he is. it would make him feel stupid to think that you'd want something more with him. I don't think he would take it too lightly, and would most likely be wounded by your games. how you'd essentially toy with him when he put himself out there (he's probably had lots of casual sex before, but nothing quite like your situation) maybe he doesn't like to be on the opposite end of the stick - to be the one that is more invested in a 'relationship'. I feel like he'd brush you off, saying, "yeah, yeah im good. gonna uh— gonna head to bed now."
with steven I think he's always wary about situationships - it's not something he's usually down for. except maybe he really likes you, and this way being friends with benefits is as close as he can get to being with you, so he takes the opportunity. again, same with marc, it would make him feel insecure for you to flirt with someone else to make him jealous. it would make him feel inadequate to think he had a shot with you. he already felt like you were out of his league, and it would make him feel ridiculous for thinking otherwise. maybe he would laugh it off and pretend he was okay with you 'toying' with him, but really he'd just be upset and disappointed (in himself and dare I say... you... soz) I feel like he'd chuckle and say, "yeah, no— no, that was— yeah, you got me there." and he'd just walk off
for jake im on the fence a bit here. one hand I think he'd entertain it, maybe playing you and retaliating to make you jealous. he would find himself someone on their own at the bar, just in eye sight of you and would hit on them - making sure you can see. he thinks that becuase you're playing games, he gets to as well. BUT im also weighing with the fact of how volite and explossive he can be, and how he reacts before he can think. so perhaps if you're flirting with another man, he'd go up to you both and push him away, maybe holding your arm and walking you out the bar. mumbling to himself as he pushes past people. he'd be like, "what the hell was that? going around and flirting with people you meet at bars?" and then you say, "we're not dating. we aren't anything," and then he'd be like, "yeah, you're right," and then would let go of your arm and nod and walk away
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neck kisses
steven grant x reader
summary: steven panics when he sees he accidentally gave you hickeys because he thinks he hurt you.
warnings: hickeys obviously
tags: gn!reader, the tiniest bit of angst, fluff
word count: 0.5k
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It was the sweet kind of neck kissing. Not horny, not desperate, just pure and sweet, innocent.
Steven had had a tough day at the museum being treated like shit by Donna, and he had nestled into your arms for some comfort as soon as he got home, and here you were; his face nuzzled into your neck, your hands gently rubbing up and down his back in a soothing manner, his mouth delicately kissing the tender and warm skin of your neck.
You silently giggled as the tip of his nose softly brushed and tickled your sensitive skin, and you could feel him growing bolder in his kisses when your hand shifted to his hair, playing with his curls and softly raking your nails against his scalp; he gently nipped here and there at your neck, grazing his teeth against your flesh, softly sucking at your skin from time to time, and it felt pleasant.
You wished you could stay like that forever; just you and him laying on his couch, a forgotten tv program now used as background sound, his mouth delicately wandering around your skin, his very light stubble prickling at it nicely.
He peppered soft kisses along your jawline next, going up to your cheek, punctuating his action with a final kiss left to your lips.
He pulled away and lovingly smiled at you, his thumb caressing your cheek.
All of this was lovely, until his gaze darted down to your neck and his expression changed into one of horror.
"Oh bloody hell" he gasped, shifting his position on the couch. He frowned, mouth agape, and took a closer look at your neck. "Did I do this? Oh my– I'm so sorry!" he quickly started panicking, and you took a hold of his hands trying to calm him down, not really understanding what was wrong.
"Steven what's going on?" you asked worriedly.
"Your neck– It's" he started, inspecting your skin there, his face livid like his soul had left his body. "It has spots." he said letting go of your hands to gesture to his own neck. "They weren't there before, I did this"
"Oh" you huffed out, realizing.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you–"
"Steven." you cut him off, grabbing his hands again, your grip on them tighter than lately. "I'm okay. It doesn't hurt at all."
"Really?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Really, they're hickeys, it just means you probably got carried away sucking there, but I promise you it's not hurting me. I'm okay" you nodded, trying to reassure him. The panic on his face faded away, and he mirrored your previous action and slowly nodded in understanding.
"Alright" he sighed in relief, slowly calming down. "I hated the thought that I could have hurt you" he admitted, a small frown drawing over his face.
"It's okay, I'm okay, I promise" you smiled at him. "It just means I'll have to pretend I caught a cold to keep a scarf when I go to work" you chuckled, running a hand through his curls. "That's alright."
He sighed and mumbled a small apology before resting his head over your chest, and you repeated that it was alright, that you were alright.
He hated the thought that he could have hurt you.
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Eclectic Ensemble
Pairing: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, and Jake Lockley x gn!reader (reader wears slightly more masculine clothing but other than that it's pretty neutral)
Summary: Reader decides they're going to ask the moon boys out on a date. Things do not go perfectly to plan
Tags: SFW, asking out, neighbors to lovers (is that a tag??), swearing, uhhh reader is a major fucking dork who talks to their cat like it can understand them, no TWs it's all fluff
Wordcount: 1288
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You couldn’t figure out why you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You’d had crushes before, and those were tolerable, you would daydream, but you’d snap back to reality at some point, and go about your day like normal.
With the man across the hall though… that was something else entirely.
You tried to convince yourself it was just the mystery of him, the fact that he seemed to have three different accents depending on the day, how one day he’d be cheerful and awkward while the other he’d be suave or stand-offish or nervous.
But you couldn’t convince yourself of that, because even after he explained to you that he had DID and was not in fact a method actor of some kind, you still found yourself fascinated by him despite the mystery being solved.
Fascinated by all three of them honestly.
You’d talked to each of them in the hall before, learned things about them, even visited Steven at the museum a couple days ago. That’s what started it honestly, you’d chatted for hours after he got off work, each of them periodically switching out to have turns to speak with you. Sitting next to them by the fountain, rambling on about anything and everything as the sky grew darker and darker, it was the most fun you’d had in ages. And by the end of the night, with the way you couldn’t seem to shake the thoughts of them, you’d think you were in love with all three of them.
Which is also part of the reason you were so nervous to be doing this.
You folded the collar of your dress shirt down, sighing at your reflection in the mirror on your closet door.
“What do you think? Too much?” You turned to look at your cat, who was sitting on your desk, not at all minding that she was wrinkling all your papers. She stared at you for a moment, then licked her paw. “Yeah. Too much.”
There’s no way they’ll say yes, you thought as you unbuttoned your shirt. Even if one of them likes me back, what’re the chances the other two will be willing to date me if they don’t like me? Even lower chances that two of them will be interested, and definitely not all three of them. This is such an awful idea, why the hell am I doing this?
As you were undoing the third button you heard someone walking down the hall outside your front door. Normally this wouldn’t be cause for alarm, but you recognized the voice drawing closer and closer.
“Yeah, I know it’s your turn to choose dinner tonight, but I’m just saying, could you maybe not go wild with the hot sauce this time? You always do that and then leave me and Steven to deal with the stomachache after--”
A voice speaking in Spanish cut him off, and you would’ve started laughing if the panic hadn’t seized you right in that moment.
They weren’t supposed to be home this early! You were supposed to have another hour to get ready, to rehearse what you wanted to say, to work up enough courage!
You didn’t even stop to think about what you were doing because you could hear them getting out their keys, and if you didn’t do it now you weren’t sure you ever would. So you sprinted to your front door and flung it open.
There stood the man you’d been waiting for. It was clear that Steven was the one who dressed them that day, wearing his oversized clothes, but the perpetually frowning face 100% belonged to Marc right now. He glanced over his shoulder at you.
“Oh, hey Y/N! How’re y--” He cut off as he fully turned around to see you, and it was only then that you remembered exactly what you were wearing.
Not only was your shirt halfway unbuttoned, but you were wearing a rather old tank top underneath it, your bedhead was not the hot kind, you didn’t have any shoes or socks on, and of course, you were wearing a pair of fluffy blue pajama pants covered in cat fur.
Marc was clearly trying not to smile, but it wasn’t working very well, and for a moment you were glad for it, as Marc seemed to smile the least out of the three.
“I uh--Well I--Okay I was going to ask you something,” you said with an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through your hair as a nervous habit, but also just to try and get it under control a bit. “But just--Just hang on, lemme put on actual clothes--”
“Pfft, you’re fine, we don’t care about that, you should see the things Marc tries to make us go out in some days,” Jake said, his Spanish accent replacing Marc’s American one. “He would wear pajamas to work if me and Steven didn’t stop him. Go head, what’s up?”
You stared at him for a second, and in that moment you remembered exactly why you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.
Because no matter who was talking to you, each of them had that same soft look in their eye. The one that made you feel instantly better after an awful day, that made you smile when you were worried, that made you feel like you could be yourself in a way no one else did.
The one that didn’t care at all how disheveled you looked right now, only about the question you wanted to ask him.
“Do you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for coffee?” you said. Jake blinked, and immediately his demeanor changed, his head tilting to the side as fidgety fingers rose up to touch the strap of his bag.
“You mean, like a date?” Steven said in his British accent. “You’re asking us out? All of us?”
You nodded and suddenly felt like looking anywhere but at their face, running a hand nervously through your hair again.
“You uh, you guys can think about it of course, you don’t have to answer right--”
“We’d love to,” Steven interrupted. You looked up to find him smiling brightly at you, the excitement so evident in him he practically glowed.
“Really? ‘We’ as in, all three of you?”
“Yes, yeah, er, well we've been meaning to for a while really, we wanted to ask you at the fountain the other day but… I dunno, we weren’t sure you liked any of us that way, much less all three of us.”
You gave a small laugh and leaned your arm up on the door frame, shaking your head.
“I honestly don’t know how I couldn’t like all three of you. Really it’s a surprise that all three of you like me.”
You gestured pointedly to your rather comical outfit, and Steven laughed.
“I dunno,” he said, tilting his head and gazing at your eclectic ensemble. “It’s kind of cute, in a messy sort of way. Jake and Marc think so too.”
“Oh? Well maybe I’ll wear this on our date then.”
He laughed again, and you chatted for a few more minutes, long enough to set up a coffee date for Sunday, before Jake said he needed to get started on dinner (much to Steven and Marc’s annoyance).
Once you were back on your flat with the door closed behind you, you punched the air with triumph, letting out a laugh of both relief and excitement.
“YES, yes yes yes! Fuck yeah!”
Your cat stared at you with her head cocked as you did a victory lap around your living room, before returning to licking her fur, and you liked to imagine she silently believed in you all along.
THE END
If you made it this far, congratulations, you have read the first x reader fic I have ever written lol. Lemme know what you think, I hope you enjoyed!
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How would you think about how the sub afab moon boys would get punished and for what?-🥭
oohh I had so many ideas for this and sorry for responding so late and this took soo long so I just realized I forgot the afab part in Jake (and probably Marc) but I’ll make it up to you anon😭
Steven;
I don’t really think Steven would get punished as much as the others but he would get punished a lot. When he gets punished it’s either that he was so desperate that he kept teasing you throughout the day or he disobeyed your orders.
“M-mff-“ was all he could say with the gag in his mouth. His face looked heavenly with tears trailing down his cheeks and spit running down his chin. You were out with your friends that night. It was almost 10 pm when you got home. You kicked off your shoes before going inside. You thought you heard something while twisting the key but you shrugged it off. Now you knew it was real. Those sounds were coming from you and Steven’s bedroom. You were confused but the more you walked towards the room the more clear it got.
It was Steven. Whimpering-moaning even-. You first thought he was injured and slowly creaked the door open to see what was going on. And there Steven was. Not hurt, no. Far from being hurt. He was laying down on your shared bed, pants down to his thighs and part of his shirt in his mouth his cock in his hands slowly stroking. His eyes closed shut and his face flushed. “A-ah.. [name]..” Your eyes widened in shock. You opened the door fully and slowly walked towards him, not making a sound while doing so. He didn’t notice you sneaking up on him. You were standing next to him, looking at him with with an annoyed grin. “So.” you said in between his whimpers. His eyes shot open. “Now you’re disobeying me darling?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. “[n-name].. I-I’m so-“ You leaned towards his ear and gripped his jaw. “Take off your clothes.”.
And that lead you to now. You were sitting on the chair beside your shared bed, looking at Steven with that same grin. He was tied tightly(not enough to hurt) with the rope you brought out from the box under your bed. You gagged him with the same shirt he was bearing nearly an hour ago, a neon pink bullet vibe and a hitachi strapped to his dick, a heart shaped vibrating butt plug in his ass. His muffled moans and whimpers making you bite the inside of your cheek. “What’s wrong love? Can’t speak?”
Marc;
Yea I don’t think he gets punished a lot either but there are times he gets punished. When he gets punished you know he did what he did to get your attention. Weather he flirted with someone while you were right next to him or he “accidentally” sent you a record of him moaning while you were outside.
“O-Oh fuckk- Sir! Sir pl-please-“ You shoved 2 fingers in his mouth before the noise reached the neighbors. “Shut it. You wanted me to give you a good pounding right? You wanted my attention on you? That’s why I had to get us out of that bar”. “M-fffmn!” “That girl was all over you for fucks sake!” Marc couldn’t hear you. How could he with you destroying his back.
You were furious. Fucking furious. Marc brought you to this new bar to ‘help get your mind off of work’. You were so busy with your work for the past few days that you couldn’t even drink a coffee with your boyfriend. You were so busy that you couldn’t notice how your baby had been trying to get your attention for the past few days and was annoyed when he couldn’t get what he wanted. Now all of a sudden he brings you into a bar and is giggling with a beautiful woman who he says “is a very close friend”. You were done. You finished you drink with one long sip, stood up and grabbed Marc-who was now very close to the said woman- by his arm. “Come on we’re going.” You said with a stern voice. He looked at you and his face immediately changed from a shit eating grin to a worried-almost scared- look. “Get. up.” He jumped from his chair, shooting an apologetic look to the woman before he got dragged away by you. “You little shit. You knew what you were doing.” “[Name] what are you talking about? I was just chatting with an old friend.” he said with that same shit eating grin. But it ended with him looking away ashamed after you looked at him harshly.
Back to now, you were fucking him dumb into the sheets. “F-Fucckkk!-“ he screamed. “What is it? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?” “Ssirr n-no please fuck!!” You reached a hand to his dick and started stroking fast. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuccckk n-nonono please!” he screamed. You grabbed him by his curls and lifted his head up. “Color?” you asked him. “G-green..” he whimpered. You smiled and turned his head for a kiss that turned passionate quickly. He whimpered into the kiss when you started fucking him again. “C-cummingg-!” he screamed before cum spurted out from his cock for the nth time that night before he collapsed on the sheets with his cum puddling next to him. You slowly pulled out without hurting him much and kissed his forehead. “Are you okay darling?” You asked while you stroked his hair. “Mhmm” “Good boy.” you said before kissing his head again and going to geta towel to clean him.
Jake;
Oh this man got punished a lot. For whatever you can imagine. Maybe it’s because his hand ‘slipped’ and he sent a photo of his nude body or that he did whatever he could to touch your crotch and neck all day to tease you. But whichever it was, it all ended the same way.
"C-Can I stop already?"Jake said blushing furiously. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. “Why darling? You wanted me to see your body bare didn’t you.” He was lying on the bed with his back against the headboard while you sat on the armchair next to your bed, observing his every little move. He was wearing a lingerie that barely covered anything with his legs spread open. You had ordered him to finger himself. Slowly. Painfully slow. He let another while escape his throat when your gaze lifted to his face. “Look at how adorable you look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was one of the others who sent me that photo while I was in a meeting..” you said while leaning over. You grazed your nails on his sensitive thighs, making him let out a moan. You slowly made your way to his cock as you gave him a shit eating grin. “Stop.” you ordered him. You started to jerk him off in a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust. He started letting out broken sobs as his thighs trembled. “S-Sir ple- *hic* please! I’m c-close.” he managed to say in between his moans. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten and tighten and just as it was about to break-! … You stopped.
He slowly opened his tear soaked eyes. “W-why’d you stop?” he said looking at you with tears in his eyes. You brought your clean hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby.. Did you really think I’d let you off the hook just like that? “ You said as you got a bullet vibrator from the box under your shared bed. You brought it up to his dick and turned it on. His eyes closed again while his hand went up to your free hand making a grabbing motion. You smiled and held his hand lovingly. You went up to medium speed. “F-fuck.. Please!” he begged. You shushed his cries with praises mixed with degredation you knew that he loved. His thighs started trembling furiously as you went up to the highest speed. “F-FucK! PleaseplEaseplease!” he started begging again, desperate for release. Drool ran down his mouth as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Shitt..! I-m close please s-sir please let me cu-Fuckk!!” his begging was cut off with the release he had been begging for for minutes.
When he calmed down from his high you turned off the vibrator and set it on the night stand. As you were about to get up to get a wet towel his grip on your hand got tighter. “Don’t go..” he said as his eyes were half open. “It won’t even take a minute darling” you explained to him as you gently separated your hand away from his. You came back with the towel in less than a minute and started gently wiping him clean. When you finished wiping him you cleaned yourself and threw the towel in the laundry basket before your got in the bed next to your beloved. You pulled the covers on the both of you and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead as you hugged him. “You did so good baby..” you whispered to him. “Have a good rest now” was the last words before he drifted off to sleep.
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Hii, I love your fics, especially the Moon Knight ones, sometimes I'm so giddy that I need to take a step back and remember myself that they aren't real.
May I request headcanons about the Moon Boys overhearing reader talking to their pet (probably a kitten) about how much they love the boys, and their quirks and their little differences and just going on and on about how perfect they are?
I understand if not, I will love whatever you post regardless!
Oh my gosh, this is so adorable! I hope I did it justice!
Just Happy
Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: PG pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •
Summary: Jake eavesdrops.
Warnings: Fluff, Jake being emotional, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 482
You stroke behind Salem’s ears, the small kitten’s eyes are closed, his head pressed as close as he can to your hand.
“You like that, hmm?” You smile, “Who’s my favourite little guy?”
Salem purrs loudly.
Jake smiles from his position in the doorway, his hair still damp from the shower. Both Marc and Steven were still asleep, Steven hadn’t come to bed until well into the early morning and now that things in their life were calmer Marc was using the opportunity to catch up on fifteen years of rushed power naps.
“Who is it, hmm?” You lean down and kiss the top of Salem’s head three times.
Jake can’t help himself, he slowly takes out his phone from his pocket, not wanting to alert you to his presence. He finds the perfect angle and then starts filming, he’d have to send this to the group chat Steven had created. Affectionately called ‘The Body 💪📖🚗⚾’
“It’s yoooooooou!” You say sing-song to Salem and grin, “Well you’re my favourite little cat guy. I think Steven, Marc, and Jake might complain if they’re not my favourites too. Though I don’t think they’d mind being second best to you.”
At the sound of Steven, Marc, and Jake’s names Salem perks up his ears and meows softly.
“Yeah! You love them too, don’t you? They are the best, we love them so much. Because they’re so kind and great. And they give you the best pets, don’t they? Well, second best, I’m best obviously.”
Jake covers his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh. He’s smiling so hard it’s hurting his cheeks, his chest so light it’s almost painful. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, his throat thick. He tries to force the emotion down, but it just builds and builds.
“I know part of the reason you’re so excited when you hear their names is you think you’re gonna get extra treats, I know they give you more than they should.” You smile. “Can I tell you a secret?” You lean a little closer and Salem looks up at you with large eyes. “I love them so much, literally so much. Every day my heart gets a little bigger with how much I love them. Opposite Grinch situation going on in here.” You tap your chest.
“Amor,” Jake’s voice makes you jump, and you turn from your position on the floor just in time for him to wrap his arms around you in a bear hug.
You let out a little oof of air and then giggle, “Were you spying on me?”
“Yes.” He mutters into your neck, his voice is thick and wavering.
“Hey, you okay?” You stroke his back and try to move to see his face. But he just snuggles deeper into your chest and squeezes you tighter.
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Just happy, my love. Just happy.”
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Hi! Can you do the pet headcannon thing with the moonknight system with a hedgehog, rabbit, or fish? Because I have all three! ♥️
warning(s): gn pronouns, spikes, fluff, sfw, established relationship, mdni
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Someone like Marc Spector wouldn’t have much of a reaction, at first.
— A rabbit and fish, fine. As long as they aren’t too clingy, he can deal with it.
— He may pay more attention to the kinder and more unassuming of your trio, the rabbit, but it’s not much more attention than he gives you. It’s more of fleeting affectionate moments between them.
— But when your hedgehog becomes rather picky and seems totally averse to his touch, he leaves them alone and doesn’t try. However, if they bite, he’d complain to you about it.
x
“I can’t not tell them to bite. It’s probably because you keep ignoring them,” you stated rather annoyedly. “Why don’t you try and be nice?”
x
— Helping him befriend your hedgehog was actually… Endearing, in a way. But he still doesn’t go looking for them on his own (he likes your rabbit more, and although he doesn’t say so, it’s obvious).
— After a long day, if you so happen not to be there or away, he finds comfort in your rabbit the most.
Steven Grant is more attentive than his peers, and he gets along fast with your pets.
— Obviously, he’s more into your fish. If they’re not an aggressive breed, he thinks they could make a good friend for Gus and offers to move them in with each other. Your fish is never not spoiled, having just as many nice things as Gus.
— Your fish is the first thing he checks on when you both come home, and the last thing he checks on when he leaves.
— He’s okay with your rabbit, and if you looked hard enough, there’s a resemblance in them. Still, he lets them relax on his lap as he’s looking over something some nights.
— As for your hedgehog, he’s nice to them, but their adamance on avoiding him when he’s next to you is a little saddening. He retracts his hand at the slightest flare of spikes.
— Unlike Marc, he doesn’t need you to tell him to make an effort to befriend them. He apologizes to your “Gus,” who is used to his attention, to focus on making the hedgehog comfortable enough.
— Treats them like a baby, honestly. You’d come home one day to a balled up hedgehog napping on him
x
“Home late, aren’t you,” he didn’t need to look up from his flip phone as he mashes at the buttons, arms caging the resting ball of spikes on his lap. “How was work?”
x
— He’d be lying if he said he loved them all equally, but his bond with your rabbit and hedgehog have tripled.
Jake Lockley wouldn’t pursue it, at first.
— He would eye them as the ones with feet would patter around, and he’s become warier of where he steps, especially because of the hedgehog.
— He’d be standing in the kitchen when they nipped at his ankle, and when he’d curse at the pinch, he wouldn’t become upset with them per se, but he’d frustratedly keep his ankles off the floor.
— He’d maintain a sort of roommate-like relationship with them, for the most part. The way he’d bond with them, over time, would actually be because he’d take the hedgehogs shedded spike and poke you with it.
x
A swift hand comes to slap your partner at the sudden sharp poke. Jake laughs when you give him a scowl.
“Throw that away. Matter of fact,” you grumbled, but you sat up anyway to snatch it from him. “Give it to me.”
x
— He’d come to like your hedgehog the most out of all your pets. Your rabbit was a rabbit, fine, and your fish swam and did things; but none of them had the potential to tease and pester you like your hedgehog.
— He calls them by a different name than what you named them, and you reckon if you didn’t keep an eye on him, he’d have your hedgehog for himself.
— It’s definitely become one of his favorite animals.
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Jake Lockley x F!reader (Lesser Marc Spector X reader / Steven Grant X reader )
Rating : M
Word count: 3500 (ish)
Warnings : Platonic relationship with hints that more may come (Jake), established romantic relationship (Marc/Steven), DID, divorce mentions, lil bit angsty, lil bit fluffy, lil bit jealousy, mention of voyeuristic intentions
Summary : Set within the Tilt/Balance universe the reader finally meets Marc and Stevens third alter. But Jake has been watching for some time…
A/N : I am not a system, nor do I know anyone who is a system. What is contained here is based solely on my research, the MK show and comics, and is not intended to cause any offence.
To the anon who requested I hope you enjoy. Sorry if it came out a bit boring
A/N 2 : Reading Tilt / Balance will give you a bit of background to these characters but it isn't exactly necessary to enjoy this.
A/N 3 : While listed as F/reader due to the universe it's set in, this can be read as G/N reader also
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"Sorry I'm late!" You shout, bursting into the flat, kicking off your shoes. "I swear give me five minutes and I'll be ready!"
You rush past Marc as you run to the bedroom, grabbing your outfit from your bag, already knowing that the chances of making your table reservation are slim given the traffic in London on a Friday night.
As you throw it down on the bed something makes you pause. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up and when it does you groan.
"You cooked?" You whine as you inhale the delicious smell of food from the kitchen. "Marc, you didn't have to cook. I know I'm a bit late but we can still go out."
Turning to complain at him you pause, taking in the man standing in the sitting room, surrounded by Stevens books, wearing Marc's t-shirt and pants, looking at you with a smug smile and raised eyebrows. The man who wears your boyfriend's face, but isn't him.
The realisation sinks in quickly of who you are looking at causing your heart to thunder in your chest and your mouth go dry.
"Jake?
He nods in confirmation taking a step towards you, one you mirror by stepping back.
Marc has told you very little of Jake, only that he isn't sure he's ready for you both to meet, still getting to grips with knowing his third alter himself.
You assumed Jake already knew of your existence, and that he knew that you knew of his, but you found with the boys it was easier to let them take things at their own pace no matter how curious you were about meeting their third, their protector.
Suddenly faced with Jake you aren't sure what to do. Physically he still looks like Steven, like Marc, but there's something in his eyes, in the way he holds himself, that is nothing like either of them.
Steven always makes himself small, Marc holds too much tension, like he carries the weight of the word, but Jake, Jake is a statue. Jake is unreadable, at least for now.
"It's nice to finally meet. The others have a lot to say about you," he smiles easily, as though you already know each other.
"All good I hope?" You give an awkward laugh, unsure how to handle the situation. "Is um, are Marc and Steven okay?"
The little you knew about Jake was mostly that he fronted when the boys needed him, when it was dangerous, or too much for either of them to cope. When you'd left the flat for work both of them seemed as happy as usual. You'd left Steven pondering over books, and Marc had called you at lunch to make sure you took a break and had something to eat. Nothing had seemed particularly out of the ordinary, but then nothing in your life was ordinary anymore.
"They are fine. I just decided it was time we meet." Jake shrugs like it's nothing, but you notice an all too familiar twitch of his fingers, one that sets you on edge. Steven used to do the same thing when he was fronting and Marc wanted in, generally when you and Steven were arguing and Marc was itching for control to stop you both.
"So Marc agreed for us to meet? Because that feels like something he might have mentioned." You keep your tone light but you tuck your hands behind your back, curling them into fists the way Marc has taught you.
While you have no reason to fear his alter, the fact this seems suspicious makes you uneasy, especially given everything Steven and Marc have told you about Konshu's hold on Jake. Jake himself may not scare you, but Konshu did.
"We had a long talk about it today." Jake doesn't even miss a beat. In fact his lips twitch upwards as he glances down at your arms, hiding your balled fists behind you.
"I didn't think Marc would give up date night so willingly."
Jake winces, and that tells you all you need to know. Marc knows, but he doesn't have control to stop it. It makes anger spark in your chest on his behalf.
"Can I speak to Marc?"
Jake sighs and opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he has a chance to speak.
"Let me speak to Marc," you repeat, more firmly this time, trying to sound more confident than you really feel. "Or I will leave until you let them front."
A tense silence follows as you do your best to stare him down. Jake gives an amused chuckle at your stubbornness.
"I see why they like you. Alright, speak with him. We can continue this afterwards."
Jake's eyes roll and he lets out a choked noise before Marc stares at you, immediately jumping into an apology as if it's his fault.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, baby! Jake just took me by surprise before I had a chance to stop him."
"Took me by surprise too," you let out a soft laugh, that comes out more nervous than you intended, betraying your wildly beating heart. "You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Are you okay?" He takes a few steps towards you, and this time instead of stepping back you walk forwards to meet him, allowing him to pull you into a tight hug.
"Yeah just a bit shocked that's all. I thought the days of me dropping in, not sure who I'd find, were gone. Little bit of excitement to my boring day though," you grin, trying to make him feel better as Marc regards you with worry.
"Dinner looks nice," you continue with a smile, gesturing to the beautifully laid out table, trying to distract him.
"I didn't… Jake cooked it." He grits out, clearly annoyed by the situation.
"Oh."
"I've got control of him now. It won't happen again. We can still go out if you feel up to it?" Marc offers.
You hesitate to answer, your mind whirring with questions. Why has Jake decided to intervene now? Was something wrong? Was it just pure chance? Why had he cooked dinner? Did he know it's your favourite meal or had that been a coincidence? Have you met before without knowing?
"Baby?" Marc prompts when you don't answer.
If he says no you won't ask again until he's ready, but now you're here, you have to ask the question. Maybe a little push is what they need.
"Marc," you start softly, taking his hands in yours, "I know you have reservations about Jake but he is a part of you, and I think it's important I get to know him too. I mean after all he has to live here and if I keep dropping in we should know each other."
"Yeah but not like this! Not just out of nowhere before we've even had a chance to talk about it." Marc scowls, his whole body stiff, as though preparing for a fight. You wonder if Jake is fighting to take over again.
"Nothing happens the right way with you anyway. I mean look at us, our relationship has been upside down, sideways and shaken," you laugh affectionately, and though Marc continues to frown his expression softens just a little. "Jake said you talked about it today?"
"Yes. But we didn't agree to anything. And you didn't agree to anything, so you don't have to let him push you into this." Marc cups your face gently, his eyes flicking between yours as he tries to get a read on you, on where your head's at.
"I know. Nobody's forcing me. I just…want to know all of you. You know how badly it turned out when you wouldn't speak to me." You regret the words instantly as Marc drops his eyes, still ashamed of his behaviour during the first few months of your relationship with Steven. You take his hands from your face, holding them and squeezing in a gentle reminder that you've already forgiven all of that.
"But look at us now. The three of us are closer than ever. Jake is the last puzzle piece here. Let me just say hello so he knows I'm not some crazy psycho who's going to hurt you. Plus I won't panic if he fronts when I'm around again. He cooked my favourite food." You shrug, trying to lighten the mood a little and still distracted by the mouth watering smell. Marc ignores your feeble attempt at making jokes.
"Only because the perverted bastards been watching the time you spend with us! I didn't tell him that!" He bursts out, glaring at the table as though it somehow personally offended him.
Your stomach turns uncomfortably at the thought of the intrusion. Marc and Steven had an agreement that when it came to you, for the most part, they would stay out of each other's relationships. That way you knew the time you spent with each of them was solely for that person. But the fact Jake knew things about you, makes you uneasy. Did Marc know the extent that his alter had been watching you? What exactly had he seen?
"Okay, that's… yeah…. weird." You wrap your arms around your waist, shielding yourself from the moment as your mind whirs with questions and concerns.
"You don't have to agree to this, love." You're drawn out of your unsavoury thoughts by Steven’s soft British accent. "Marc's having a word now. Well, several in fact."
"I know but… honestly Steven, I think it's time. And I have questions I want answers to." You glance at the food on the table with a frown.
"I don't know if I'll be able to take control back," Marc warns, clearly feeling he needs to step back in.
You give him a reassuring smile, hoping it comes off as confident. "I don't think Jake is going to hurt me. Hurting me would hurt you both and isn't he supposed to stop that?"
"It's not that. I'm just worried what he will say to you."
"Marc," you start seriously before breaking into a grin, "I very much doubt Jake finally confirming you actually do love Beauty and the Beast, is going to be that bad."
Marc doesn't take the bait, still too wound up in his head, and no doubt listening to the voices of his alters.
"It's not that. I just….I've done some bad things." And there it was. Marc was worried somehow Jake would reveal something he didn't want you to know. Something about the past he keeps carefully locked away and hidden.
You take Marc's hands in yours, squeezing tightly.
"I'm so proud of you. You didn't deny loving the film!" You coo, much to Marc's annoyance as he pulls a face at you, clearly unimpressed.
"Whatever happened in the past, whatever you or Jake or Steven did, it doesn't matter. I know you Marc Spector, and you are a good man. You all are. Now let's get this over with okay?"
Marc looks at you pleadingly, but you stand firm. This has to happen sometime, and while it's out of the blue, so had your meeting been with Marc the first time when you thought you were meeting Steven.
"He says one word out of line," Marc growls, leaving the threat unsaid.
"One word," you agree with a nod.
"And he only gets to eat dinner with you. This is purely an introduction."
You nod again, unsure of anything else Marc might be worried Jake would ask you to do.
"And I get an additional date night with you!"
You try and bite back your laugh but you can't help grinning at him. You could tease him later on his little bout of adorable jealousy. If you were honest, you would miss the time with him too.
"And just to remind you, I hate that film. And if you and Steven watch it one more time!" Laughing, you kiss him softly. Marc's expression relaxes in an instant. "You're sure?"
You step back, letting go of his hands and giving him a nod. You were as ready as you were ever going to be.
"I'm sure."
"We'll be right here if you need us, love. Just say the word," Steven assures you, before he steps back.
Watching the transition is hard. It's not like Marc and Steven, whose switch between them is so smooth it's hard to notice. It's not quite like the way Steven had described his blackouts either, back in the days before he knew Marc. But it's clearly still a difficult transition until Jake slips into place.
"Shall we?" Jake smiles, gesturing to the table, as though he'd never been gone. You suspect he's been listening the whole time.
~
So far you are yet to fully understand Marc’s hesitation at meeting his alter. You and Jake have made small talk and introductions while you eat. Jake had been perfectly friendly, and if you're honest, even a little funny. Although you were trying to make it hard for him, given the way he had jumped in, you still found yourself enjoying his company, at least a little.
"Why the introduction now?" You ask, sipping your drink. It's your favourite and you could assume that Jake had purely got that by coincidence, since Steven always made sure he had some in the cupboards, but combined with the food you suspect not.
"They are going to ask you to move in."
You choke on your food in surprise, snapping your head up to look at Jake, waiting for him to laugh. Only he doesn't. He stares seriously at you.
"Steven decided a while ago but Marc is scared to ask. He feels you might say no."
You swallow, trying to dampen the excited butterflies that erupt in your belly.
"I don't know how he got that impression?"
Jake shrugs, "you know Marc, he has a hard time believing people do actually like him."
You do know that. If you've learnt anything about Marc over your relationship, you've learnt that is a key component. Marc always thought people preferred Steven, and he had a hard time believing anything that suggested otherwise.
"Well, if they are listening," Jake's quirk of his lips let's you know they are, "then I wouldn't say no. I would love to live here, with them. I mean I practically do anyway!"
Steven had already given you a key to the flat, and other than the evenings they were gone, you spent basically every night here.
"That's another reason it was important for us to meet. You never know when we might run into each other." Jake smiles, but his words bring up a remembrance of your concerns. Have you met before?
"Well really you would think we had met already, given you know my favourite food and my favourite drink, probably a lot more than that too. Should I ask if you know what colour underwear I put on today?" The words have a clear bite to them and to your surprise, Jake splutters on his drink, a look of shock widening his eyes.
"I would never!"
You scoff disbelievingly, gesturing to the table.
"Oh come on Jake! Let's at least be honest with each other."
"I have limits," Jake insists, wiping his mouth. "I would never invade yours, or their, privacy that way."
You find that hard to believe.
"Except you already did," you point out.
Jake sighs, defeated.
"Not out of malice or perversion. The last time Marc let someone this close to him it didn't end well, and it took some recovery time. I had to be sure he was okay, and that you could handle it…us."
Layla. Marc has spoken about his ex wife a handful of times. You knew he left, and when they found each other again in the end they decided to part as friends. To your knowledge she was off travelling Egypt, working on archeological sites. Whatever the reasons they didn't work out, Marc had never mentioned, and you never asked. You felt it wasn't your place or your business. Another past item Marc kept locked away.
But it still doesn't make sense. You'd been dating Steven a long time, and Marc a while now too. Why had it taken all this time for Jake to decide to vet you?
"Well, you took your time," you comment, watching his expression.
Jake lets out a soft laugh with a nod.
"Not out of choice, Cariño. Marc keeps you well guarded."
That is easy to believe, and you understood as much from the handful of times the boys have mentioned their other alter. Jake was their protector, and he would do what needed to be done in order to protect them. You got the feeling Marc was scared that Jake wouldn't like you, and subsequently remove you from their lives. You hope you've at least made a good enough impression that that wouldn't happen.
"You swear you've never watched us…" you gesture with your hands, heat prickling the back of your neck, unable to say the words.
"Never," Jake confirms passionately, before he grins, raising an eyebrow, "unless you wanted me to? I'd be more than happy to oblige any desire you have."
It takes all your willpower and sense of decorum not to throw your drink in his face, and you imagine Marc is seething. Judging by the way Jake swallows hard, his fingers gripping the edge of the table, he's fighting Marc for control.
"Let me guess, the boys not take that well?" You give him a smug smile and sip your drink, pleased just a little at their protectiveness of you. Jake holds up his hands in surrender with a nod.
"I seem to remember you allowing Marc to speak to you in the same way."
You open your mouth to protest before closing it again, knowing Jake is absolutely right. When you first started dating Steven, Marc would often make little remarks in much the same way to wind you up, until he realised he had fallen for you, then he'd stopped entirely until the night it all came tumbling out.
"Marc helped me and Steven come together. He gets a free pass on that time in our lives."
"You are good for them, for us," Jake smiles, a soft warm genuine smile, perhaps the first true warmth he's given you all evening. "When you found us everyone was unhappy. We were in a dark place, Marc especially. When we-"
"If it's not something I don't already know, then I don't want to know. Marc doesn't want me involved in his past and I'd like to respect that. Please," you interrupt.
Jake tilts his head, like a dog who doesn't understand. "You're not even a little curious?"
You shake your head. Curious would be an understatement but you had meant what you had said to Marc. The past was the past, and it didn't matter now.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is now and if Marc or Steven wants me to know something, they will tell me."
Jake smiles and leans back in his chair, regarding you proudly. You get the feeling you just passed another kind of test.
It isn't the last of the evening either. Now and again Jake says something, asks something, that feels a little off, leading you somewhere, pushing you, testing you. It makes for an exhausting dinner, and nothing like the relaxing meal you had planned to have with Marc. You do your best to be honest, truthful, and loyal.
All you can do is hope you pass the exam.
~
When the food is finished you help Jake clear away the plates, feeling at least a little accomplished that their alter seems to tolerate you, if not like you a little.
"Does this mean I'll see you more often now?"
"Why, do you want to?" Jake grins. "Sabía que no eras inmune a mis encantos "
Laughing you shake your head, "I never said that. It's just I don't want you to feel like you can't front with me around. I know Marc doesn't like it, but I can talk to him. If we are going to live here then we should do it as a family."
"I appreciate that," he pauses for a moment before he adds "and your trust. You didn't have to meet me tonight but you did."
You smile, "I've learnt that sometimes with those two, it's better just to get the truth out of the way."
Jake smiles, regarding you for a long moment with an expression you can't quite place. It leaves you with a warm feeling in your chest.
"I should go," he says finally, "Thank you for having dinner with me. If you ever change your mind about wanting an audience-"
"I won't." You reply quickly, cutting him off. Jake raises an eyebrow before he lets out a soft laugh.
"Never say never cariño. I look forward to changing your mind." He takes your hand and leaning down, brushes his lips against your knuckles.
In the blink of an eye Jake is gone, and Marc’s furious frown falls into place, his fingers squeezing yours.
"I'm going to murder that bastard! If he thinks he can flirt with you-" Marc cuts out as you laugh, drawing him into your arms to hug him tightly.
"You have nothing to worry about, Spector. I only have eyes for two men in my life." He still frowns unhappily but you persevere, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Don't let it get to you. There's still a whole lot of date night left you know? I can think of something I want for supper."
Marc's expression changes in an instant, his fingers gripping your hips a little harder.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you smile, pulling his mouth to yours for a much more insistent kiss.
You try not to wonder if Jake is watching.
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