#marcsteven FanFiction

[melodygatesauthor]

Marc X Steven - Random Horny Thots #1 - Filthy Little Boy

NSFW - DUB-CON WARNING

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Steven wakes up in the dead of night, still in his bed, to the feeling of someone behind him, pulling his pants down around his thighs. He starts to protest but he feels a large hand wrap over his mouth. He whimpers into the fingers of this unknown assailant.

“Don’t play coy Steven, I see the way you look in the mirror when you know I’m watching.”

It’s Marc.

That means they’re in the headspace, but this was new. Marc’s never done anything like this before. Steven feels the prod of Marc’s erection against his rear, but more than that, he feels Marc’s free hand snake around his waist to grab Steven’s cock in a caged fist. Steven breathes heavily into Marc’s palm.

“Leaking so much already, my needy boy. Just relax Steven, it’ll feel better if you just relax for me baby.”

Steven tries to relax, and when he does he can feel Marc’s thick length glide into his never penetrated entrance. Steven cries out in surprise. It’s painful, the stretch of his tight hole around the man’s girth, but once he lets the tension go, and he lets out a deep exhale, he can start to feel the pleasure of Marc’s evenly paced hand over his own erection while moving his length deeper inside.

“That’s it baby boy, let me take good care of you. I know exactly how you like it.” Marc’s tone is gruff and almost dark. “I see you peeking over at the mirror while you jerk yourself off every fucking night. You think I didn’t notice what a little tease you were being?”

Marc snaps his hips forward and Steven moans deeply. He’s never felt so full in all his life. Steven’s watering eyes roll back in his head while Marc fucks him harder. Marc was right, Steven had secretly been fisting his own release in the hopes that Marc might see him and would do something like this, but Steven wasn’t brave enough to just ask for it.

“You’re drooling so fucking much,” Marc took his hand off Steven’s mouth and grabbed his hair, tugging his head back. “Such a pathetic little boy you are. Can’t even ask me to fuck you. You’re so hard for me, so needy—fuck.”

Marc leans in and kisses Steven, moaning deep into his alter’s mouth. Steven groans in response. His eyes close but then snap back open when he feels Marc tug on his dark locks.

“You’re gonna fucking look at me while you coat my fingers Steven,” Marc’s hips start moving unevenly, “f-fuck you’re tight Steven, oh I’m gonna fill this little hole, nothing you can do about it…fuck it’s so good.”

“M-Marc, oh god, you’re so big I—I can’t handle anymore…gonna explode if you come in me!” Steven cries out in a mix of pleasure and pain as the man behind him starts slamming faster.

“Good, hope you’re so full of me that your tummy can’t take it…I want you crying on this cock Steven, f-fuck!”

Marc’s hips stop and he starts pumping Steven full of his hot cum, coating his walls and filling him to the brim. Steven couldn’t even utter a single word, his voice just a mess of raspy whines as he spills over Marc’s caged fingers. Marc brings his messy hand up to Steven’s mouth when he’s finished emptying into Marc’s palm.

He pries Steven’s lips open with his cum soaked fingers and slides them inside, “clean up this fucking mess you made, you filthy little boy.”

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Any of my blurbs can be used as inspo for a fic. Please tag me for credit. Thank you!

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Random Blurbs Masterlist

[starsaroundmyscarsblog]

MOON KNIGHT 🌙

ONE-SHOTS

"Moon-boys-in-a-heatwave🥵"

"Right Where You Left Me"

"Happier x Happier (Right Where You Left Me pt. ii)

Costume Party

[thesnakeslibrary]

Promise?

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley Type: Angst and Fluff Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, They have seperate bodies, mentioned Khonshu, Steven has abandonment issues

As a sort of...Reward for being my Moonknight, I have a proposal. I could provide you with separate bodies.

That blessing from Khonshu was something Marc, Steven, and Jake had wanted for so long. They wanted to be able to hug, kiss, and just  see  each other without the barrier of a reflective surface. And now they were able to because of this pigeon god. It was bizarre, but most of their life has been strange.

With separate bodies, they could live separate lives now. Steven was terrified that was what would happen. He didn't want his alters to abandon him. He knew they wouldn't, but he nonetheless felt a pit of unease in his stomach as they all walked back to Steven's flat.

Jake and Marc were on either side of him as they walked, holding his hands. He felt a need to ask for assurance that they would stay, but fear prevented him from being able to. He stayed silent as they walked.

Once they had arrived and walked inside, they all decided to go to bed early, the separation and creation of their bodies having drained most of their energy. It was wonderful to be able to properly hold each other.

Jake let out a content sigh and tenderly kissed the back of Steven’s head, squeezing his waist gently. "I love you, mis queridos. (my dears/my darlings)" You wouldn't expect such softness from Jake, but he has his moments. Only with Marc and Steven.

Steven, caught off guard, lost his train of thought and impulsively voiced what he had been thinking about. "Will you two stay?" Marc looked down at him, confused. "What do you mean, baby?" Steven sighed and sat upright, Marc and Jake soon following suit.

"I just- We have our own bodies now, so we can live our own lives and I'm... I'm just scared you’ll leave me now that you can." His partners frowned, moving closer to pull him into their comforting embrace.

Jake lifted a gloved hand to direct Steven’s anxious eyes to his own. "Amor (love), we wouldn't dream of leavin' ya. We love you and want to stay with you." Marc nodded in agreement, placing an affectionate kiss on Steven’s cheek. Before he could ask for confirmation, Marc gave it to him. "We promise, Steven." He nodded and wrapped his arms around both of his boyfriends.

[mandofury]

[dilfs-bitch]

Steven Grant X Reader - Innocent

Summary: You get puzzled when your innocent boyfriend says a bad word.

Word count: 1,403k (not sure)

Tags: virgin Steven, oral sex (fem received) mentions of Jake. Reader knows about Marc and Jake.

A/n: It took me two days to finish this and I feel like I blew it. Posting anyway because tumblr needs more Steven Grant smut. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language and I wrote this with the help of the translator.

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You choked on the water when you heard what Steven just said.

You came out of the kitchen stopping in front of him, who was bent over and with his head down while playing with his fingers, as if he was ashamed of what he just said.

" What did you say? " You crossed your arms facing him.

" Don’t make me say that again, love, please." He raised his head staring at you for a few seconds, soon averting his gaze again. " Forget...forget what I said, it was bullshit. "

Maybe he was right, you should hear him. But rather it was Steven, your innocent, kind, loving boyfriend, and that in two months of dating never said a word as dirty as the one he just said. Your curiosity took over, who would have taught him a word like that? Certainly a very vulgar friend he probably met at work.

" No, who teach you that Steven? You got down getting at the level of his eyes, holding his face making him look into your eyes for the first time in the night.

" Please, I don’t want to talk about it ." You wouldn’t give up so easily.

You caressed the side of his face doing him close his eyes, enjoying the feeling. "It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me who taught you such a dirty word." He opened his eyes staring at you with a little smile. " But I want you to say it again. Can you do it for me love? "

Steven nodded and took a deep breath as if taking the courage to repeat the words, he opened his mouth then finaly speaks

" I...I asked if I can.... hum.. please, lick your cunt, love "

Your mind took a while to assimilate what he said, but your body reacted quickly, your cunt clench around nothing on hear him say those damn words again. You chuckled when you stood up, your heart racing when you realized it was finally happening, Steven was ready to have sex with you.

He followed you like a puppy when you made way to your bedroom, him stop at the entrance not knowing what to do while he tried to hide his erection. Your nimble fingers were quick to unbutton and open the ziper of your jeans, you were half naked, only with a white lace panties

"You didn’t have to ask" You laid on the bed, spreading your legs.

The sight of you like that made Steven lick his lips, he pulled his own shirt off now as he knelt in front of you shyly, his trembling and calloused hands caressed the inner part of your thigh, making your body goosebumps. You were gaping when he pushed his face against your covered cunt, the pleasure ran through your body when the tip of his nose touched your clit.

" You smell good dove, I can’t wait to know what your taste is" he muttered kissing, licking and gently biting the inner part of your thick thighs. Steven ran his fingers over your panties, the thin cloth becoming more and more wet, your body reacted quickly to his soft touch.

" You don’t even know what you’re doing, don’t you, Steven?" You smiled teasing when he just swallowed dry. "I can teach you if you want love".

" No, I know what to do to make you cum " His fingers rubbed your covered clit in circles, sending pleasure to all over your body.

The truth is that Steven had no idea what he was doing, had never touched a woman before. Even researched how, he still felt insecure, until last night when he saw in the headspace how Jake made women feel. He wanted to try it with you, just like your alter did last night with some random woman. Steven wanted to make you scream his name, cum as hard as all the times he imagined it happening.

You threw your head back to feel the cold air over your clit when he pulled your wet panties to the side, you choked on the moan when him licked one single strap with his tongue, your back arched as he did it over and over, his tongue runs up your wet folds.

" Fuck Steven.. Do it again, please " Him looked up you, doe-eyed, the confidence growing up on him, a cocky smile come up on his lips.

" I thought I didn’t know what I was doing love, Is that how you like it? " You nodded desperately, moaning when he sucked your clit.

Holding both of your legs, Steven started to devour your cunt, you started moving slow your hips back and forth, wanting more. Him let a loud groan when your pulled his hair wanted more of his mouth on you. Your stomach fluttering when his finger part your opened inner lips, making you roll your eye back when his tongue fucked your hole slowly.

" More Steven, I want your fingers inside me" You moan.

Hearing your desperate ask was enough for him to put two fingers inside your cunt and his mouth sucking your clit again, your hand made way to your breast, squeezing and the rolling your nipples on the fine cloth of your shirt, arching your back you let a loudest moan when his fingers went deep on you.

"You taste so good" He pulled his finger out. "Put your tongue out love ". You did as he said, whimpering when him put his finger into your mouth. Him bitting his lips and moaned when you closed your eyes sucking his thick fingers.

" Fuck, I’ll make you cum so hard and when that happens I want to hear moan loudly at how good I eat you out" You nodded quickly wanting to feel your mouth and fingers inside you again. Steven kissed your clit, opening your inner lips again and then spitting in your hole that clench.

" You're so tight love, sometimes I wonder if you’ll to take my cock like a good girl that you are" nodding you bite your lower lips, It was too much to see your innocent Steven so confident like that. The way he was speaking his accent stronger than it usually was, while he was on his knees, his breathhing getting havier, his forehead covered in sweat, his eyes don't leave your face, it was enough to make you cum, it would seem so inrreal, so erotic your innocent boyfriend eating you out that way.

Your stomach churn as his tongue darted out and licked right up your folds, your thighs closed around him when his finger starting moving fast as him latched his mouth around your clit sucked hard, your orgasm building, heat spreading across your whole body, your eyes full os tears when he crooking his finger inside of you, hitting the g-spot that made your vision darken as you moaned his name, your wall star to clench around his finger.

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You was trying to catch a breath, you opened your eyes when you hear a giggle from Steven that hung over you, your eyes widened as you realized what happened to seeing his torso and face wet.

"I’m sorry, it never happened before" You covered your face with your palms trying to avoid his gaze, Steven held your hands making you stare at him. "All right, I’m more than happy to know it was I the one who made you squirt"

You held the sides of his face, pulling his lower lips with your own kissing him, you run your nails over his back, him bitting your lips when you scratched him there, the soft moan come out of his mouth and his hips involuntary slowly grindind when your hand was up to his crotch.

"Maybe another time, seeing you like this was a little too much for me" he muttered holding your hand and burying his face in your neck embarrassed by cum in his own pants. You chuckle, he ended up making you squirt and now he was embarrassed by something silly like that.

" Tell me, who taught you such a bad word like that " You played with the wet curls of his head.

"Jake" He whispered onto your ear.

" Was Jake who taught you these bad words? You grabbing his face to facing him"

"No, I saw him in the headspece last night having sex and I wanted to try you"

" You’re a pervert Steven Grant, you know that? " You joked pulling him for a warm kiss full of tongue.

"Just for you love" he smiled hugging you and press another kiss to your lips.

[fandomgal64]

Come on Baby, the Laugh Is on Me.

Pairing: Marc Spector x Fem Reader x Brief Steven & Jake

Warning: cursing, crying, Marc being slightly murderous, pg-13 kissing, dirty talking, mention of sexual acts, angst, perverted boss.

Rating: 18+ I’m not a blog for anyone under so if your a minor please DNI!

Word Count: 4,000 I think not sure!

Description: Reader is having a bad day after work, so when she gets home Marc has an idea that will cheer her up. He suggests she puts makeup on him, something she's been wanting to do for a while but he's been protesting.

A/N: Marc, Steven, Jake, and reader are dating in this fic!! Marc and Layla got a divorce but are still friends. Steven, Jake, and Khonshu show up at the end, so if you were hoping for an equal amount, sorry!! :)

This is mostly fluff, but we all know the boys can't resists talking a bit dirty now and then. :)

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The sound of the door being pushed open and slamming, is heard from the little corner Marc was sat up in. As boring as Steven's books were to him, one of them caught his attention and he's been reading it for a few hours now, getting lost in the pages, but as soon as he heard you entering he was attentive to you.

You huff as you walk over to the kitchen table and place your keys and purse down, you sigh rubbing your temples. Another day of this awful job and you might completely lose it, your boss knows your a nice person, so he pushed you to your limits all the time.

Plus all the ladies at your work know he's a pervert. Always touching your shoulders, staring at you way to much for it to just be friendly, when you bend down to grab something you can always feel his eyes glued to your ass, calling you beautiful and pretty way to much, even going as far as using the nicknames "doll" and sweetheart".

"Hey, baby your home." Marc walked over to you setting the book down on the table, right next to your purse. He sits down on the table and brings your body closer to him. You lean in and wrap your arms tightly around his torso as possible without hurting him, burying your head into his chest.

You told yourself you wouldn't cry, but the second your body touched his it was like a water ballon bursting.  Marc chuckles, lightly rocking your body side to side. Happy for you to be home in his loving arms. But his expression quickly changed when he notices his shirt had gotten two wet patches on it.

He gently grabs a hold of your face, wiping away the stray tears streaming down. His heart sunk at the sight of your distress, wanting to hurt whatever or whoever hurt you. And he's got a pretty damn good guess who hurt you and he wants to drive up to your work and have a little "talk" with him. But he doesn't because that would require you leaving his arms, and he doesn't want that, he would hold you forever if he could.

He coos at you trying to calm you down. Kissing your red nose ever so lightly. Wiping away at the mascara stain on your red eyelids.

Hearing a few sniffles coming from you he sighs, never wanting to see you this way, it broke his heart. He made a mental note to tell the rest of the boys about your boss so they could go "talk" to him later.

"Are you ok sweetheart? What happened?" He rubs your back, furrowing his eyebrows at your expression, you sigh shaking your head.

"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic. I just really hate my job, my boss is an asshole, today he wanted me to stay after work for something so I did, for a bit. Turns out the reason why, was because he wanted to ask me out on a date." Marc scoffs rolling his eyes.

"And what did you do?" He stares at you, paying close attention to your reaction.

"I told him to fuck off, that I already have a boyfriend and he definitely knows that. And I walked out and went home." You rub your temples a headache forming.

"I'm probably gonna get fired, but right now I don't give a shit I'm tired." Marc looks at you upset at the thought of you losing your job, all because of your perverted boss. He sighs then lightly kisses your forehead, you smile slightly at small gesture that spoke more than a thousand words.

"Do you need me to kill him? because I gladly will, I know Steven will most definitely take a hit at him, and don't even get me started with what Jake would do" he chuckles, you playfully roll your eyes.

"No, Marc I won't let you kill my boss, just because I don't like him. But thank you for the offer." You chuckle and straighten up a bit kissing his plump lips, your lips molding perfectly with his.

Marc wishes he could make this feeling go away, and replace it with happiness, never wanting to see anything but a smile on your face.

Marc suddenly pulls away looks down at you a smile prominent on his face. you frown up at him. What could he possibly be happy about now? you thought to yourself.

"I have an idea, it's a crazy idea. I'm definitely gonna regret it but I'm still gonna go for it because I just want to see you smile today, even if it means ruining my face." he says taking a deep breath and shuddering a bit. you furrow your eyebrows, confused at what he meant.

"Um... Marc, what the hell are you talking about?" you fold your arms over your chest.

"Promise me you won't go overboard with it?" he asks. the look on his face already saying he's regretting mentioning this.

"Go overboard with what Marc?! what the hell are you playing here, clue? just tell me already!!" you whine and pout, as he chuckles at your impatience.

"Ok, close your eyes and don't open them until I say so!" you nod closing your eyes tightly a small smile making its way on your lips. whatever the hell he was up to had to be good, if he was stringing it along this much.

Marc quickly ran over to the bathroom, rummaging through the drawers tossing things that didn't look like makeup aside. Slightly cursing to himself for going with this plan.

"Why the hell does she even have this much makeup? He opens your bottom cabinets, to find one of your makeup bags and pulls it out. The bag weight down on his hand, he scoffs.

"How much makeup does one girl need." He unzips it making sure this is a makeup bag and not something else.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this thing?!" Marc says staring at the eyelash curler in the mirror with terror in his eye.

"I'm gonna put this back and pray whatever it is she doesn't use it on me." He mutters, zipping the bag up and carrying all the stray makeup in his arms.

you could hear Marc muttering to himself but not quite making out any words.

"you already in their baby?' you ask tempted to open your eyes.

"yes, I'm fine just keep your eyes shut!" Marc huffs, hands full of makeup products, he sets them on the table, as they clatter around.

"I have no idea why you even have half of these things or what half of these things are. You'd think being married to Layla would have helped me, but no!" you giggle shaking your head, having no clue what he was talking about.

"Omg Marc, what the hell are we doing?" your mind starts to wander thinking about the things you guys do alone, and all the other times he told you to close your eyes. And boy where you surprised.

"You know what never mind, I don't want to know just tie me up already!" you said smirking, a laugh slipping out. Marc rolls his eyes playfully at you.

"As fun as that sounds, we're not doing anything like that today. But I'll keep that thought in mind for later" He replies, a smug look on his face.

he grabs a random brush not caring what it's used for and he grabs your hand gently, opening it placing it down in the center of your palm. He stares at you, in hopes you'd recognize what it was.

your confusion turns to excitement as you recognize it to be a makeup brush. That's what he's been doing, in the bathroom, he was collecting your makeup. You start bouncing up and down with your eyes still closed. he stares at you with adoration in his eyes awestruck that a simple gesture such as putting makeup on him made you this happy. This was define making him more open to doing things like this, more often with you, if it made you this happy.

"Omg! Omg! Marc can I open my eyes now." he nods and realizes you can't see him, laughing slightly at himself.

"Sure, sweetheart but by your reaction, I think you already know what's gonna happen." you quickly open your eyes scanning your surroundings and seeing a lot of your makeup sprawled out on the kitchen table, as you squeal with delight. He chuckles, kissing your forehead.

"Now this is only a ONE-time thing." you nod your head and roll your eyes playfully, not believing him one bit. He had told you that he wouldn't let you put makeup on him in the first place. He told you It wasn't his thing, and you were surprised he didn't say "it was too girly" just that it wasn't his thing. But here he was now, seconds away from a face full of makeup.

"Ok, ok, sit down in this chair and let the makeup artist begin her work." he sits down on the chair running a hand through his hair.

"makeup artist? how hard can it be to put colors on someone's face." you gasp placing a hand over your chest.

"Ugh! how dare you, Marc. Makeup is the paint and I'm the artist, and with it I make art. And i'll have you know a lot of people have made a career out of this, so ha!" you said while pulling your eyeshadow out of one of the makeup bags, he brought out.

"ok, sorry miss (y/n) I won't make the same mistake again." a smug look presented on his face, as he winks at you. You blush a bit, but quickly go back to "artist mode".

"Ok, your skin looks flawless, as always. So you don't need any foundation, plus our shades don't match, it would just look weird. Yeah, so anyways let's start with this!" you smirk holding up your eyeshadow palette and dipping it into the "Electrica gray" color. You would love to do a whole blow-out glam look with lashes, foundation, contour. The whole shebang, but Marc would faint when he see himself in the mirror.

"Whoa! Whoa! Are you starting with eyeshadow right away? babygirl don't you have something simpler to start with!" he protests backing up away from your hand that was holding the brush way too close for his liking, you huff at him.

"Marc, who are you to question my geniuseness?" you frown at him, and he rolls his eyes.

"is that even a word?" he asks.

"It is to me, now let me do my job!" you yell at him, he looks up at you.

"First give me a kiss." You roll your eyes smiling and quickly peck his lips. Then going back to what you where doing.

"Uh uh uh! Not so fast I want a real kiss." He said smirking at you, you blink harshly

"Fine you wanna a real kiss."

You place the makeup brush down, grabbing his face and crashing your lips onto his. your nose, slightly bumping into his as you kiss him rubbing your thumb back and forth on his cheek as you lick his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Which he gladly grants. But as your tongue slightly enters his mouth you pull away, a smug look on your face.

"There you happy now?" You smile at him picking the brush up again.

"Your not behaving nice." He reaches his hand behind you, smacking your ass, you gasp at his sudden action.

"Ow! what was that for" you rub your behind, knowing damn well you liked it, he scoffs.

"Sure pretend like you didn't like it. But we all know who's name you scream the loudest." You blush at his words rolling your eyes. Despite all the things you guys have done, he still managed to make you blush.

"Oh my god, shut up Marc! Don't let Jake hear you say that. Or else I won't be leaving the bedroom until one of you finally caves and let's the other be "better". You said using quotation marks, while he chuckles. Thinking back to when, Marc said he was better in bed then Jake. So Jake said fine and spend the whole week proving that he was "better then Marc in every other part of the apartment."

" Marc, your stalling just let me do it." You whine.

"fine! god, what the hell did I sign up for." he shakes his head, you lean in the brush finally touching his eye lid as you smile a bit devilish.

"A masterpiece that's what!" you reply.

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You where finishing most of Marc's makeup, the lips were done, the eyeshadow was done. And he fought it at first, but then caved in and let you put mascara on and curl his eyelashes. Claiming that "you almost killed him with it, that he was blind now."

"You know for someone who used to be a mercenary you sure are a softy." You said, and he scoffs a bit playfully rolling his eyes.

"I'm not a softy ok." He tried to frown but your busy state. Your barely paying attention to what he was saying, so lost in the work made him laugh.

You take a step back admiring your work but not quite satisfied with it and not knowing what your missing. You rock from foot to foot, crossing your arms.

"Hmmm, there's something missing." you decide to  look through your makeup bag, rummaging through it to find something to satisfy your needs. You gasp, grab your eyeliner. Your face lighting up realizing you forgot about the eyeliner. It was gonna be hard because you had already done the mascara and curled the lashes, but with Marc this was gonna be even more difficult, but you had to try.

"Oh god, what did you find (y/n). Theirs probably some torture device in there, isn't there ?" you wave the small tube of liquid eyeliner in front of Marc's face and his face drops.

"There's no way in hell your putting that on me!" he yells, quickly trying to grab it from your hand but you hide it behind your back. you start to giggle a bit finding his mad face with all this makeup on hilarious.

"I don't know what you're giggling about your not putting eyeliner on me, I'll die before you do." you stare at him with wide eyes, scoffing a bit. Did he even realize what he just said.

"well, technically you already have died before, so yay I get to put it on!!" he grimaces at the thought.

"That was uncalled for!" he folds his arms over his chest frowning at you, but you know him, he wasn't really mad, he couldn't stay mad at you for long.

"Pretty please baby! it will look amazing." you plead grabbing a hold of his shoulders. a smile starts to creep up on his face but he still doesn't budge from his position, you huff crossing your own arms over your chest.

"Fine, guess I'll just have to do that "thing" you like so much with Steven or Jake instead." he stares at you wide-eyed, how dare you even suggest such a thing.

"you wouldn't dare." he says, you smirk at him getting closer to his ear, your voice now turned to a whisper.

"Oh, yes i would, you're not the only one who likes it when i do it like that." you purred raise your eyebrows up and down at him.

"wow, I didn't know my girlfriend was such a brat." he grins amusingly, you nod your head at him.

"Yup, sorry guess you'll just have to put up with me." you sneer at him, he pouts a bit.

"Fine, just don't poke my eyes out!" you grin lightly kissing his cheek. not worried about ruining his makeup.

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Picture after picture, Marc can't seem to escape them. How many have you taken so far, 10? 20? 30? he lost count after the 10th flash to his eyes, the white flash now following everywhere he looked.

"(y/n) how many more pictures are you going to take, it's just makeup." he stares at you as you squeal at the photo you just took.

"Yes but its MY baby in makeup!" you replied.

"well can you at least show me the photos? you've taken like a hundred of them and I have yet to see one." you nod, showing him the last photo you took.

he grabs a hold of your phone, staring at it in silence, a small breath leaving his mouth. you stare intensely at him and then frown when he doesn't say anything. He probably doesn't like it, you thought.

"You hate it, don't you?" you say your voice dropping its excitement. he looks up at you quickly smiling, tucking a strand of hair that has fallen in front of your face, behind your delicate ear. You smile softly at him. That smile of your was enough to make his heart burst he'd anything for you to keep it on your face, always.

"No I don't hate it, it's just the little golden moon symbol on my cheek, caught me by surprise that's all." He said.

"Oh yeah, that was a last-minute touch I had some liquid gold eyeshadow and decided it would look good." you said smiling shyly at the fact that he loved the small gesture so much, he stares up at you so thankful that he managed to find someone in his life like you.

he stands up engulfing you in a tight hug. You gasp as he takes you by surprise, picking you up bridal style off the ground, swinging you around. you giggle loudly.

"Marc, oh my god, weren't you the one who told me it was just makeup!" You laugh at both his action and face. You weren't use to seeing him all decked out in "style".

"Yeah, but MY baby did the makeup." he says kissing your cheek, thank goodness you put on non-smearing lipgloss.

After ten minutes of Marc gushing in the mirror over how well you did his makeup, despite not wanting it in the first place. you both decided to order take-out and have a movie night on the couch, spending the whole night laughing at the movies you picked and you asking him if he "wanted to take the makeup off now'" to which he replied with, "No thank you sweetheart, now watch the movie."

At some point, you fell asleep on the couch laying your body on top of his snuggling from when you were watching dumb and dumber. Marc was debating weather to take off the makeup before he went to bed. Not wanting to distribute your peace, and not knowing if he'd be here to wake up with you in the morning. All that debating drifted him off to sleep, with his makeup still on.

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Stirring from his slumber Steven groans, opening his eyes wondering how he ended up on the couch tonight. He felt your body weight against him, and he lovingly sighed. As he looks down at your face, laying upon his chest he brushes the hair out of your face. Kissing your forehead, your lips too far down for him to reach.

"Mi Hermosa"

Steven could hear Jake talking, knowing he was seeing the same beauty as well.

"Is Marc awake yet?" he asks.

"Not sure, but he was with (y/n) all night, last night so probably not." Steven nods, feeling the urge to use the restroom, he stretches as much as he can with you on him.

"Love?" he shook you.

"Darling you need to get up." You groan, not wanting to wake up just yet.

"I have to use the bathroom sweetheart." he chuckles, you get up with your eyes closed trying to stay as sleepy as possible, he gets up staring at you a bit watching you plop back down pulling the blanket higher up your body.

"She's such a drama queen." Jake chuckles, watching you as well, Steven nods. Walking over to the bathroom and turns the lights on, he quickly glances over to the mirror, to see what state he was in. Then proceeds to the toilet, doing his business.

Steven pulls up his sleeves washing his hands in the sink, sending another glance up at the mirror. His mind finally registering what he looks like, he stops dead in his track. Water dripping down his hand as he stares at himself.

"Bloody hell what is on our face!" Steven yells touching the gray and white glittery eye shadow then moving to his lips and so forth.

"Diso Mio what did she put on our face!" Jake yells take control over the body, examining your work in the mirror.

His callus fingers touching the little gold crescent, on his upper right cheek.

"Did Marc say yes to this? I mean she had to have done it when we were sleeping, right?" Steven asks confusion written all over his makeup-covered face.

"I got to say, I do quite like the little moon she put there it's nice innit?" Jake goes quite for a bit just staring in the mirror at what his girlfriend would definitely call "a masterpiece"

He shakes his head, placing his face in his palms he starts to laugh, Steven joining him.

"The things we do for love am I right?" Steven says, sighing thinking about what he wouldn't do for that girl.

'Well I feel like a million dollars, I say we hit the town, party all night!" Jake chuckles.

His chuckles dying down as he hears the sound of a cape fluttering from where you were, he walks out to see Khonshu sitting on the edge of the couch. He looks over at Jake and now he's going back and forth from his face to your sleeping form on the couch, sighing as he rubs his face.

'I said to protect the traveler of the night, not scare them off! And what is on your face?" He asks in disbelief.

"Makeup," Jake replied mono-toned, crossing his arms over his chest, unsure of what the pigeon was gonna say about his love.

"Well my bets on this one's doings." Jake chuckles nodding, hearing light snores coming from you.

"she was with Marc all night so.."

"Marc? He let her do this! just when I thought you guys couldn't be more wrapped around her little finger this happens." khonshu scoffs, shaking his head.

"It's called love, get used to it you dead Pidgeon." Steven says.

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This is literally my first fic for the moon boys ever, so I hope y'all like it.

feedback is greatly encouraged and I hope you guys will start requesting things soon, because I'm dying to write! Please comment, like and reblog i’d really appreciated it.

Also disclaimer I'm not an expert on DiD I'm just going based off of what the show gave us so if I get anything wrong please correct me!

Anyways hope y'all have a great day/night byeeee. ✌🏼 💕

- Kaity

[syrma-sensei]

Steven always appreciates those quiet moments after he and Marc have sex; lying naked on bed, him nuzzling into Marc's shoulder as the latter wraps a strong arm around his waist and plants soft and languid kisses on the crown of his head. Steven swoons at the gesture; it's quite rare when Marc shows those signs of affections. No, Marc always lavishes him with sentiments, especially during passion throes, he always seeks Steven's pleasure before his, always takes care of him, pampering him when they're intimate. But Steven wishes, only wishes, to not feel the wall Marc normally puts. He doesn't feel its existence when they have sex, but it always comes back when they're done, and it bothers Steven.

Tonight though, Steven's head is on the pillow, instead of his smooched cheek against Marc's skin, his eyes never leaving the other's face whose eyes are staring up at the ceiling.

Steven doesn't utter a word, because he knows better that, sometimes, Marc needs some time clearing his head, to be left alone yet Steven is by his side. He told him that before; he finds tranquility in Steven's present at his side in a silent night.

Steven grabs Marc's hand and plays with it, circling his palm with his fingertip, and curling his fingers. Marc doesn't comment, and doesn't give any signal of irritation as well, so Steven continues.

Marc doesn't shift till he feels Steven's delicate lips pressing to the back of his hand; he turns his head, Steven carries on and kisses each of Marc's fingertips.

Steven startles when he senses Marc's gaze on him.

“Sorry, got carried away,” He draws his hands away timidly.

Marc raises an eyebrow, and shifts to the side, resting his head on his hand. Steven gazes dumbly at him, he begins to sweat as Marc keeps looking at him vaguely. Has he done something wrong?

Then, Steven shivers. He shudders as Marc's rough fingers trace his face, thumb brushing lightly on Steven's lips. Marc's touch is so soft, so loving; Steven feels overwhelmed, and can't fight the urge of it, he kisses the pad of Marc's thumb.

Marc's face softens, feeling something tightening in his chest. Fuck, why does it feel so good? Steven's lips grazing his calloused fingers, and his eyes looking at him in a mix of awe and adoration and anticipation.

“Sorry, did it again—”

“Did I say I didn't like it?” Marc arches a playful brow.

“Yeah — I mean no.”

Marc's lips strech in a smile, why the hell is Steven so cute? How can he be hesitant yet too much adorable?

Marc tips Steven's chin with his thumb and forefinger, commenting firmly, “Then stop saying sorry, baby,”

Steven feels heat smearing his ears and cheeks red, his heart pacing up. He still doesn't understand why his body reacts in such manner when Marc acts this way. They've been together and in love for a while now. They've made love and fucked a lot, and it means a lot; since they were given separated bodies and got together, Marc has an insatiable appetite for Steven. He has claimed him in every way possible, has explored and pleasured him till Steven cried and begged him to never stop, shameless and greedy. Yet, here he is getting confused and shy at those simple gestures.

“S-So you liked it?” Steven asks gingerly, eyes never leaving Marc's.

“Yes,”

Steven's heart hammer against his ear.

“Can I keep doing it?”

“Yes,”

Another pound against his ear.

Steven looks at Marc's hand and grasps it, but the latter twists the former's wrist a bit and presses a lingering kiss on the back of Steve's hand.

“I love you,”

[bisexual-cryptid]

marc/jake/steven headcanons

marc is super romantic. he is always buying jake and steven flowers and gifts, that never fails to make the other a blushing mess. whenever they try to call him out on being a sap, he denies it till he is blue in the face. if one of them tells him something he did was sweet he’ll get all grumpy and cross his arms muttering about how “it wasn’t that sweet.” he pretends to be a grump but he secretly (not so secretly) loves spoiling his boys.

marc is really into watching jake and steven fight. like,,, really into it.

marc is also really into steven in the mr knight costume. he teases him about it, but secretly he thinks steven looks super handsome in it.

out of the three of them steven wears more feminine style clothing most often, enjoying wearing a nice skirt or some light makeup out and about, often enjoying maxi skirts or something about knee length. jake also enjoys it, but often goes for a shorter skirts than steven, enjoying a good mini skirt, and usually wearing more bold makeup when he indulges. marc prefers to wear feminine clothing the least, he doesn’t mind when he fronts already wearing a skirt or makeup but he never goes out of his way to do so. however, he thinks both his partners look absolutely stunning in a skirt and some makeup.

marc and jake do everything in their power to protect steven, always comforting him when he’s upset or hurt, but what they don’t expect is steven doing the same for them. steven l protects them with his entire being, always there to cheer them up or sit with them when they are upset. neither jake or marc know how to react at first, but the longer they’re all together the more they grow to love being comforted by steven.

marc and jake don’t get along very well at first, only begrudgingly agreeing to tolerate each other for steven’s sake, but as time goes on they grow closer and closer, as they realize they’re really not so different. they slowly start falling in love as well, the three of them in a very happy polyamorous relationship.

steven finds out jake and marc have started dating each other as well as him one day when he walks into their shared room in the mindspace, and they’re making out on the bed. steven is absolutely over the moon, rushing over and tackling them both with a huge hug. marc and jake are very embarrassed at having been caught, but quickly get over it when they see how happy steven is.

[marckinggrant]

HOLY SHIT!!!! GOOD MOON KNIGHT FANDOM NEWS

HUGE VICTORY for MarcSteven and potential MarcJake & StevenJake shippers! And future media would depict DID system people in AO3 in some way. The main ship name in AO3 is NO LONGER just Marc Spector/Marc Spector.

This is huge because it pushes away the message of romantic relationships between alters as some sort of selfcest. And makes less confusion for people who might think that Spector and his alters are one and the same but modified (especially if knowledge is by the classic comics). The thing they are the same in is the body they reside in. Other than that, a person and other alters that you would see in some media and especially in real life are considered full-fledged individuals. (With the exception of maybe the fragment role in a system, just learned that is some sort of system role lately so please excuse my wrong thinking if it is)

[hawkeyelover]

what you’ll see is the worst me || moon knight fic wip sneak peek

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Jake leans over and bares his teeth in a nasty grin, staring into eyes that are…

…identical to his.

Wide. Hurt. Scared.

His grin dies.

Those big brown eyes are tear-filled and squinting in pain. His face is twisted with it, eyebrows scrunched up in distress like he’s trying hard not to cry.

One shaking hand wraps around his wrist, tugging ineffectually at the iron grip he has on the throat swallowing under his palm.

“Please,” Steven rasps.

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[mikazureart]

Two and a Half

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[plasma-studios]

(tw) A Note Led To Something So Much More (Marc X Steven)

"Hey."

"Bugger off, Marc." Marc sighed from the mirror.

"Steven. Let me in, Khonshu gave me a new mission tonight." "Yeah? Well, go tell that bird demon to bugger off too. I'm sick and tired of this." "Steven." "Marc." Steven rolled over, blatantly attempting to end the conversation. "Anyway, if I fall asleep you'll gain control of my....our body. So stop bothering me. You're already on thin ice." "...Steven.You have to be awake for this."  That sounded...quite peculiar, Marc. I only gave you permission to heal, not...destroy. 

Marc's face would've reddened if he was in control.

"Oh, great, now the bird's here to convince me. Hah, why not do your worse, Khonshu?"

Steven's bravo (or more accurately stupidity) was quite a feat. Even if Marc couldn't feel the seed of fear emitting from Steven in their shared form, Steven was still Steven. He knew the might of the gods even more than Marc. Nerd.

But Marc didn't try to defend Steven in front of Khonshu. He didn't need to

The god, it seemed, had begrudgingly grown a soft spot for Steven.  Marc. You have one chance to fix your...alter. Do not waste this, or I shall withdraw my kindness.

"Fix me? I don't need fixing!" 

Steven could feel the weight of both deadpan looks.  "Steven, turn over. Let's talk for a bit." "Yeah, you're absolutely mental if you think I'm talking to you again."

He's as stubborn as you, Marc.

"Steven." "Fuck off." Steven curled into a ball.  "...Sorry." "..." "I'll try again tomorrow. Sleep well, Steven." This is your one chance, Marc. Are you giving it up? Steven doesn't trust me. I have to earn it before helping him heal.  ...

For a moment, Marc was terrified that Khonshu would refuse and allow Steven to decline further.

Instead, Khonshu said something else.

Hurry it up.

Steven blinked out, and Marc was in control. Marc slowly rose, making note of the tiredness in their body.

...

Ah. There it was.

Marc found the flame, the flame of anguish, of regret, of loneliness festering inside them. 

It didn't entirely belong to just Steven.

Steven awoke to a cup of hot chocolate.

A note lay aside it. Hey, Steven.

Steven blinked. That was it? No cajoling, no pleading, no ultimatums, just...a simple greeting?

... Steven caught sight of Marc in the microwave's reflection.

... "Good morning, Marc." He sips the drink; lukewarm, but it's pretty good.

Of course, Marc couldn't stop with his missions. Khonshu made some effort to give Marc some leeway, but Steven's soreness each morning gave it away.

Steven didn't discuss it with Marc, though.  He could see the weariness in Marc through the reflections. ...

Eh. Going to work tired wasn't anything new anyway. Marc knew what he was doing; Steven shouldn't interfere.

A few days later, when Marc gained control, he realised Steven had left a gift for him.

A portion of steak, alongside a glass of water.

We're different people anyway, so it shouldn't matter, said the note next to the food.

When Marc finished off the meal, a small smile blossomed on his face.

I see you've made progress. Well done, but don't forget about your mission today.

Got it, got it. I'm going, just let me wash these dishes first.

Five minutes. No more than that.

"Marc? Marc!" Steven shot up, sheen of cold sweat glistening in the moonlight.

"Steven!" Marc too jolted from the half-sleep he had been in (missions were brutal, okay?).

"What's wrong, Steven?" Marc urged from the mirror. "...Sorry. Nightmare. Go...go back to sleep." Steven curled in a ball, the nightmare replaying itself.

-

You're so selfish, Steven.

What has Marc ever done to harm you?

That's right. 

Nothing.

You are toxic.

How could anyone ever love you? How could anyone care about you? You are broken.

You are useless.

You are toxic.

Then Steven was on The Rooftop.

You know the one.

The accomplice of so many deaths.

So many suicides.

And Marc was there too.

"Marc! Marc, thank god- Marc?" Marc didn't answer him. He just kept looking beyond the barrier.

Inching closer.

Steven's heart clenched.

He didn't know why.

"Marc? Marc, what are you doing?" "..." Marc put one hand on the barrier.

"Marc?"  

Steven took one step forward, hand reaching out.

"You are toxic." It was soft, but it cut deep.  Like flaying Steven to bone.

Then Marc swung over the barrier. 

"MARC!" Steven lunged forward, only for invisible ropes wrap around him and drag him away.

You are toxic.

You are toxic.

I am toxic.

"MARC!" Steven screamed once more in agony. Not physical pain, no no, it hurt so much more.

Numbness was already beginning to set in.

-

"Steven!" Marc jerked the other out of the flashback.

"Please don't go, Marc. I'm sorry I was such an arsehole, just please don't...please stay with me!" Steven's shaking pupils fixed on the concerned alter in the reflection.

"Hey, it's okay, Steven. it wasn't real. I'm here, see? I'm okay."

"...I don't think I can fall back asleep." Steven clenched at Marc's...no, their hands.

"Hey. Hey, Steven, go to sleep. I'll take over so you won't have any nightmares."

"But you need your rest too," Steven murmured.

"I'll rest tomorrow. You get your share of it first." "...Thank you, Marc." "No worries, love."

Steven was too tired to register the last bit.

But Marc was very, very much aware. 

When he gained control, their face grew hotter than the sun as Marc cursed his loose tongue.

...At least Steven went to sleep.  See, with my interference Steven got much better.

Pal, you literally gave him a nightmare.

And? Don't be ungrateful, Marc.

Marc didn't have a good response to that.

It started becoming a regular thing. The two leaving notes for each other.

Hey, Steven, I put some clothes into the washer.

Hey, Marc, hope you're doing alright. Don't strain yourself if you don't have to.

Hey, Steven, our fridge is out.

Dammit. I'll go to the supermarket this week.

Then, of course, it happened.

Hey, Marc. I have a free day next week, wanna go to Sunset Park? Hardly anyone goes there.

Love you, 

Steven

...

Sounds great, Steven. See you then.

Love you too,

Marc.

<3

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EDIT: OKAY PEOPLE I HAVE A PROPOSAL

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[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Not Your Fault

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~1k, Marc/Steven & Marc/Steven/Jake, E-rating, Canon AU

Summary: Getting interrupted, Marc and Steven locate the other sarcophagus with a frantic Jake Lockley inside.

[mandofury]

Me while I'm reading smut fics

[dilfs-bitch]

Jake Lockley X Reader - Regret It

Summary : Jake regrets what he did, but realizes it’s too late.

Word account : 772

Tags : Metion of Layla, angst, cheating, break up.

A/n : I wrote this for Jake based on that song "Romantic Homicide" Not so good but I needed to write this drabble about him. I'll probably delete later, sorry if there any grammatical mistakes, English not and my first language and thanks for the followers.

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" Te extraño cariño "

" Cariño " it was so different to hear this word coming out of his mouth now, it was not like the other times you smiled and your heart was filled with joy every time he said it, now it seemed empty. Something so special has become a normal and bland word.

" Is too late and you know it "

" It’s not too late for us, mi vida I can do different " He held your hand looking right in your eyes.

You tried to remember any memory of someday he begging you for anything is all you found was memories of you begging him, there were so many times that you begged him not to disappear for so long, you begged more times than you would like to admit for him to show feel anything for you, were so many times that you begged him to love you.

About her? Layla didn’t even have to try, she never had to do anything to get his love. It hurt to see the way his eyes lit up the first time he saw her and even though your heart didn’t want to admit your head already knew.

It took some time for you to finally accept that the man you loved was in love with another woman. Each time he was kind, he faced more often, sometimes he’d fight with the other alters and all that because he wanted to be around her in a way he never wanted with you. There were so many nights that you stayed awake crying desperately to take that feeling away from you, the fucking sense of betrayal and to be used, only used that’s what you had been, used so he could take his frustration out on you in and out of the room.

That’s how it worked, he disappeared for days and weeks, sometimes even months, without any calls or text message and when he finally come back, frustrated for spending so many days out doing the hard job, and then he was yelling at you for ask a simple question that’s how end in sex until you woke up in the middle of the night and he was gone. It hurt so bad finally accept that you were just someone insignificant.

So you did what he did, disappeared for days, weeks and only six months later he started calling you desperately, texting you begging to know where you were, It seemed stupid to answer his messages but you did and told him where you was, there's a part of you that wanted to know what changed and you knew, Layla was gone, dealing with the three was too much that he came to you, as he always did. Cause he knew no matter what happened you’d be waiting for him, like you’ve always done since the day you met him.

" There never was us " You pushed your hand away from him, who frowned confused by your rejection.

" No me hagas esto Y/n " He took a deep breath pressing the tip of his nose, as he always did when he was frustrated.

He ran his hands in the face the panic growing bigger and bigger when you didn’t seem to care about anything he was saying, and his heart was pressed with the memory of you who used to beg him to love you and for the first time he found out how bad it was to beg for someone, and yet he was willing to beg to feel your love again.

" Voy a hacer las cosas diferentes cariño "

" You can’t. cause I killed you Jake and I don’t regret it" You swallowed dry trying to control the mixed emotions that grew inside you. " I’m tired of waiting for you"

" Ple-" He started.

" Don’t make me hate you more " Your looks connect for a fraction of a second before you get up and walk away without even looking back.

Your eyes as intense as ever, but this time had a small difference and maybe it was that, was the hatred you felt for him now, Jake rested his head against the palms closing his eyes, his chest gasping, he did not notice immediately until the tears were running down his face, vulnerability was never his thing but there he was trying at all costs to keep his walls even if they were already break down in the instant you got up and walked out that door. Jake felt so sorry for what he did, but he couldn’t do anything, it was too late when he finally realized he loved you.

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Translate:

Te extraño cariño - I miss you

No me hagas esto - Don't do this to me.

Voy a hacer las cosas diferentes - I’ll make things different

Cariño - Baby .

[afewproblems]

To Trust an Unknown Future (Part One - Three)

Summary: Steven and Marc attempt to adjust to their new life back in London, now that they don't have to deal with insane cultists, or ancient Egyptian Gods, nothing else could go wrong!

Right?

Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant

Warnings: Canon typical depictions of angst and violence, hurt Marc Spector, mutual pining.

Length: 4K (Parts One-Three of Five, updating Weekly moving forward)

Marc opens his eyes to sunlight streaming across his bed. He breathes in deeply and shifts to his side, arching his back in a nearly feline stretch as he does so. His dark eyes fall on the figure asleep in the mirror beside him. Steven, his face is soft with sleep, curls draped over his forehead. Marc can’t help the smile that spreads over his lips at the sight.

Marc lifts himself up into a sitting position as Steven breathes deeply in, his chest rising - effectively pulling his loose t-shirt tight across his pectorals. Dark lashes sweep open to reveal soft eyes searching for his own. 

Steven hums, “G’morning,” as he shifts to sit up in bed as well - one leg lifts to tuck up against his chest while the other remains on the bed.

“Morning,” Marc mumbles, trying his best not to stare at the tousled curls or Steven’s easy, open posture.

“Why don’t you let me front for a bit, yeah?” Steven says, a small yawn punctuating his words, “I’ll make us a lovely breakfast.” 

Marc’s eyes trail over the other’s earnest face, the corner of his mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin, he nods and lets himself fall back as Steven takes over. The switches have become seamless, as easy as breathing. Marc settles on the periphery, the edge of their headspace, as Steven stands up and pads over into their kitchenette. He grabs the kettle and empties the previous day's leftover water in the sink. Marc had asked Steven about the habit once. 

‘You can’t very well drink tea made with yesterday’s water, only an absolute madman would do so!’ He pauses before catching Marc’s eye in the reflection of the microwave, ‘do not tell me you’ve used this -’ he holds their kettle aloft, ‘without changing the water?!’

Marc holds up his hands, ‘Steven, buddy, I don’t even want to begin to tell you what we’ve had to drink to survive, trust me,’ Marc points to the kettle, ‘that is the least of your worries.’

Steven refused to speak to him for the rest of the day after that little admission. 

Marc watches as Steven mills about their small kitchen, grabbing steel cut oats from the wire shelving beside the fridge. Books intermingle with the pantry staples, a dog eared copy of The Metamorphoses leans against the tinned beans while a collection of the works of Poe sits atop a box of dried pasta. Steven hums as he looks into the fridge, the inside light flickers before going out entirely.

“Another thing to add to the list I suppose,” Steven huffs out. They had gone through the apartment upon returning from Egypt, cataloging the things that needed to be fixed, or cleaned and organized if Marc had it his way, and bit by bit all of the secret compartments and hidey holes Marc had created without Steven’s knowledge were cleared out.

“Can’t say that one is my fault,” Marc grumbles from the periphery as Steven grabs the plastic basket of blueberries from the fridge shelf. He lifts the container and wrinkles his nose at the sight of a few berries - some beginning to shrivel, others sporting white spots. Steven picks out a few berries that still seem okay, the rest of the container is dropped into the bin under the sink.

“Suppose a trip to the shop wouldn’t be out of order,” Steven says, peeking at Marc’s reflection in the mirror on the counter. The number of mirrors around the apartment steadily grew over the weeks that they had been back in London. Anytime either of them spotted a new mirror that was a decent size or price it returned home with them and found a place among the towers of books and open shelving. 

Marc shrugs, his hands slip into the pockets of his sleep pants to hide the nervous tremor that runs through them. Ever since their return, Marc has been somewhat hesitant to leave the flat. With the exception of necessary outings for Steven’s new job at the library or trips to the grocer, which if he was being honest did need to happen soon given the state of their pantry and fridge, Marc was otherwise content to remain inside among the cozy comforts of home. 

“Yeah, if we want to eat for the rest of the week we better pick up a few things,” Marc says, “but we should head out soon, while it's still early��avoid the crowds”.

He can feel Steven’s gaze on him again. Neither man was really willing to bring up the mess with Khonshu or the fact that neither had heard from the God in weeks. Things were quiet in London, and that was how they liked it. 

But…

Anytime Steven brought up an outing, whether it was wandering around the park or to check out the latest resto-cafe, or even to catch up with his old friend the living statue, Marc felt an icy panic grip his chest. It certainly didn’t help that the last few times they had been out and about, running errands or heading home from the library, Marc had felt eyes on him - not that he would tell Steven as such. How could he? Thoughts of Steven once again caught up in a mess of his own creation would swirl around his mind, the same fears he had felt regarding Layla’s safety - well perhaps not quite the same. Layla was a competent fighter and could certainly look after herself. 

But Steven? 

Marc meets the other’s eyes once again, Steven’s expression slowly pinches into a frown.

“Right, early’s good, early bird gets the worm an’ all that,” Steven mumbles, a half-hearted smile stretches over his lips up before he looks away. His face turns down towards the pot of water he set to boil on the hotplate for their oatmeal. If Marc is honest, he’s not all that hungry anymore.

Marc swallows roughly, “well, thanks for breakfast - that looks way healthier than anything I woulda made. But…I’m still a little tired, I think I’m going to rest for a bit.” He lets himself slip into their headspace, hating himself just a little more as Steven’s sad gaze seems to follow him down.

***

Marc lays down on the nearest soft surface, bringing his hands up to roughly drag over his face, “Fuck,” he hisses to an empty room, “FUCK!” 

“Tarado,” a voice mutters just above his ear, Marc startles violently and nearly tumbles off the couch. He’s on his feet immediately, arms brought up in a defensive stance, his knees slightly bent - ready to pounce. His chest rises and falls rapidly as adrenaline spikes through him.

The room is empty, save for the couch and himself. The only sound is his own shaky breathing as he shifts and looks for the owner of the voice. 

It’s deep, similar to his own but the cadence is rougher. Marc shakes his head and brings his fists up to press into his eyes until the pressure becomes too much. 

 “Are you another one?” Marc grounds out, not daring to remove the fists from his face just yet. The room suddenly feels unnaturally quiet and still, no longer the sanctuary that Marc and Steven were accustomed to. 

“You really want to know?” the voice breathes again, this time from behind him. Marc twists around, his left fist jumps away from his face to swing out and catch the other person, his right fist lowers and readies for an uppercut. 

No one is there.

Marc growls and moves backwards, scanning the area, “I’m not playing games asshole, show yourself!”

“Coulda fooled me Cabrón,” the voice laughs as a figure sidles up next to Marc, who does everything in his power to hold in the flinch that threatens to rattle his frame. Marc turns to face the other, eyes scanning across his face.

The man is his double, though that wouldn’t be quite right. In the same way that Steven’s face is softer than Marc’s own and in the evenings when the light dims he needs little round reading glasses; this man’s eyes are hardened, no deep circles from perpetual sleeplessness, and his sharp cheeks sport the beginnings of a beard. A gray flat cap sits atop his head, stray curls here and there peek out from beneath the brim. 

“You’re the other, the one who killed those kids in Egypt.” Marc says, no room for rebuttal in his voice.

“Ding, ding, ding, you catch on quick,” the man says, voice dripping with sarcasm, one hand rises to ring an imaginary bell, “and here I thought your little man was the smart one.” He meanders towards the couch Marc had occupied earlier and drops heavily onto the cushions.

He gestures towards his chest with one hand, “Jake, Jake Lockley, the pleasure is all yours I’m sure.”

Marc breathes sharply through his nose but stays where he is, “what do you want? Why show yourself now?”

Jake smirks as he lays back on the couch, pulling both his feet up so he’s stretched all the way across -his leather boots kick at the cushions.

“I’m just doing my job,” he says lowly, “one of us needs to.” Jake cracks his knuckles, the joints pop loudly in the quiet of the room drawing attention to the black leather gloves adorning his large hands. Marc stares at the embroidered crescent moons that line the knuckles, dots of red staining the otherwise shiny white threads. 

Marc’s gaze travels back to the other man's face, “one of us, huh.”

“Didn’t it seem strange at all how that bag of bones could give you up so easily?” Jake says, his hands splay out then come back to rest on his chest. The posture is relaxed but there is an undercurrent of tension running throughout his frame. Marc doesn’t lower his hands.

“So you’re still his fist of vengeance huh? Khonshu’s little errand boy?” Marc snarls, starting to pace back and forth while keeping the other man in front of him - a furious energy rolls through his body making it impossible to stay still any longer. The comment elicits the slightest flicker of irritation in the other man's eyes.

“I keep you two safe, just remember who you’re calling an errand boy-” 

“You’re the reason why we’ve been followed the last three times we’ve been out,” Marc hisses, cutting off the other man, “I knew it, I knew I wasn’t being paranoid!” His feet carry him towards the couch in three long strides, Jake is quicker though - leaping to his feet and nearly colliding with Marc in the process. They tussle for a moment, Marc gripping the collar of Jake’s shirt while Jake brings an arm up to brace against Marc's chest. The arm is warm and solid but merely keeps a space between them. Marc glares at the man, “what are you holding back for?”

Jake scoffs and brings a gloved hand to Marc's cheek. Leather clad fingers cup his jaw, the gesture oddly reminiscent of when Steven held him the previous night, only to pat Marc’s face roughly, mockingly, before the arm braced against his chest shoves Marc away. 

Marc stumbles slightly but remains upright, his right arm swings out to keep his balance as his left remains in front of him, hands balled into fists. 

“Like I said, I’m here to protect you two,” Jake snips, “even if one of you is annoying.” He crosses his arms and stares Marc down, “and, in case I wasn’t clear, you’re the annoying one.”

Marc rolls his eyes and grimaces, “Wonderful,” he mutters before squaring his shoulders, “And just what are you protecting us all from?”

Jake grins and opens his mouth to respond when without warning his face goes blank and he freezes. 

A terrified scream rips through the headspace, echoing around the room, before it abruptly stops.

Steven.

***

The body is unconscious.

“STEVEN!” Marc screams from the periphery but only darkness greets him, he can hear Jake behind him, opening doors that appear as he moves throughout the headspace.

“How is this even possible,” Marc says, a panicked edge to his voice, “if we’re unconscious then he should be here!”

Jake disappears through a door only to come out shortly after, he immediately tries another.

“He should be here…fuck, I shouldn’t have let him go alone - I--”

“How about,” Jake snarls from inside yet another room, just to the left of where Marc stands, “you get your head out of your ass and help me look.” Though his voice is sharp, it lacks the steadiness it held earlier. Marc takes a step towards the room Jake had entered, his eyebrows furrow in bewilderment.

“Where are these rooms coming from,” Marc mutters, “there are no doors here?” 

Jake barrels past him from another small room, he mutters something Marc can’t hear under his breath. The room is filled to the brim with books and papers and little lamps casting a soft yellow glow, the door - if you could even call it that - closes behind him. 

“Que idiota, are you new here?” Jake says, pausing before yet another doorway, “this,” he gestures with wide hands to the room around them, “is what we make of it.”

Marc flushes, the tips of his ears an angry pink colour, he hadn’t really given it that much thought until recently, the headspace was always just…here, and that was good enough for him.

“The worm has derailed our plans once more Jake Lockely,” a voice booms above Marc’s head, he ducks and nearly stumbles as he sweeps away from the sound. Marc hasn’t heard from the deity in weeks, as per their agreement; but…that wasn’t quite true now was it? 

“Don’t call him that,” Jake snarls at the same time Marc spits, “You sonofabitch!”

Marc begins to move towards Khonshu but stops at the gloved hand on his shoulder. 

“At least let ‘im talk before you try to punch him out, not that I’m not curious how that’ll go over - I’ve always wanted to see a grown man fight a dinosaur.” Jake says with a shark-like grin, his dark eyes trained challengingly on the God before them. 

Marc shakes off the hand and crosses his arms with a scowl, “Talk,” he grounds out; a myriad of insults and profanity threaten to unleash themselves from behind his bared teeth. He manages to keep them in, just barely. Khonshu straightens himself up to his full height and stamps his scepter against the floor, cloth strands flutter and whirl around them with the force of the impact.

“Silence you little fools, do you not realize the gravity of this situation?” the God seethes, a harsh wind whips through the headspace, pushing Marc slightly backwards into Jake. 

“What situation?” Marc shouts as Jake steadies him before shoving him away once more, “the one that you caused by fucking lying to us?” A strangled laugh escapes him as Marc scrubs a hand over his face, Jake’s eyes flick from Marc to Khonshu but he remains silent. 

“I gave you everything!” Khonshu roars dowsing the room in darkness, Marc steps back once more into Jake who grabs onto his shoulders, his fingers firmly dig into the space above Marc’s collarbones, “I gave you your life and this is how you think you will repay me?”

“How is he even doing this?!” Marc hisses in pain, he jerks his shoulders to loosen Jakes tight grip, “Khonshu shouldn’t be able to control this place…” he whispers but the sound trails off as he thinks back to moment in the Great Pyramid of Giza when Khonshu took over, forcing him to speak, holding his body hostage. Marc swallows roughly.

“Don’t forget,” Khonshu says, the shadows that had covered the room suddenly disappear, revealing his sun bleached bone beak mere inches from Marc’s nose, “…I know who you really are, Marc Spector.”

Marc’s head whips back as though he’d been slapped, he breathes out harshly, “Don’t.” 

Ghostly voices churn in his head, echoing the words, monster, murderer. 

Marc’s jaw moves slightly to the side to offset the tremble in his lip, “you-you never intended to let me go,” he reaches up with both hands to press them into his eyes until sparks dance across his vision from the pressure, “ we will never be rid of you…no matter how many people we kill, will we?” Jakes hands squeeze once before they fall from his shoulders entirely, the warmth disappears with them and Marc shudders slightly at the loss.

Khonshu scoffs and moves away, “Those vermin are out there like a plague on the world, justice is paramount! Protecting the travelers of the night is paramount! One man does not matter in the grande cosmos,” he slams his staff into the floor as if to punctuate his point.

Marc drops his hands from his face and stalks towards the deity, without Jake to keep him pinned in one place, his anger propels him forward. “That one man is everything!” Marc shouts, “ Steven means everything to me, do you--”

“Can you two pendejos just shut the fuck up?” Jake snarls from the corner, Marc startles at the voice --nearly having forgot the other man’s presence, “Ammit’s followers are still running around out there and they have Steven, sounds to me like our goals are the same here.”

Marc’s jaw clicks shut, his shoulders drop as his posture seems to crumple in on itself. The wind in the headspace slowly dissipates as Khonshu brings his staff in front of him.

“Now,” Jake sighs, “what the hell happened out there?”

***

Steven sighed at his reflection, his own face stared back at him. He ran a frustrated hand roughly through his curls. Alone again, his lip curled down into a frown as he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard for his oatmeal. 

“Well Gus,” Steven huffed as he leaned against the counter, his eyes trained on the aquarium, “I guess one of us needs to get off his arse and get to the shop, don’t ‘spose you’re up for a wander eh?”

Gus continued to swim, unencumbered by the question.

“No? Guess I’m going it alone.”

Steven sighed as he grabbed an old faded take-out menu and a pencil from the junk drawer, may as well make it a decent trip he mused to himself as he began to make a list. 

***

Steven moved the wire basket from his hand to the crook of his left arm as he picked up an apple and held it up to his face to inspect it. He brushed water that had begun to drip into his eyes from his hairline, it had been absolutely pouring when he finally left the flat. He kept attempting to catch Marc in the passing shop windows, expecting the other alter’s dark gaze to meet his own. Steven’s reflection met him each time. 

Steven shook his head and brought his attention back to the task at hand. The apple was perfect, there were no bruises or divots on the shiny green skin to be seen - this one was coming back with him. Steven hummed softly along with the lilting melody playing over the Tesco speakers. If he was going to do the shopping alone then he was going to grab as much fresh produce as his arms could carry. He smirked at the thought of what Marc would say when he returned home, ‘Steven you couldn’t grab any meat, not even the fake stuff? You want me to starve?’ 

“My list, my rules,” Steven muttered under his breath as he looked towards the next shelf, dark purple aubergines and zucchinis next to be checked off.

Steven flinched as a hand darted out beside him to snatch an apple from the shelf, he stepped to the side and turned his face toward the individual, an apology on his tongue when he saw it.

A set of scales, traced in black ink upon the man’s forearm.

Steven had seen that particular tattoo before, on Harrow, on the cops who showed up at his apartment, on the guard at his museum, on every single follower of Ammit.

Steven’s heart raced as he moved the wire basket from the crook of his arm back to his hand, he sniffed and moved away from the other man. Steven chanced a glance upwards and caught his reflection in crisper glass now across from him, “Marc? Marc, I think we’re in trouble --”

The stranger grabbed Steven’s shoulder, his fingers dug into the soft flesh, while another man emerged from behind a toilet tissue display to grab his arm. Steven struggled and proceeded to fling his basket around, catching the man from the produce aisle in the face; apples and lemons hit the floor as a small plastic container of strawberries exploded, sending berries all over the tiles. The thug grunted in pain, his grip on Steven’s shoulder loosened. The other man wrenched Steven’s arm behind his back and kicked his knee to the side, Steven cried out in pain and fell to the floor - his free hand still held the now empty metal basket which cracked against the tile. The man Steven managed to hit kicked the basket away from Steven’s hand, catching his fingers in the process - Steven hissed in pain. 

“I-I think there must be some kind of mistake,” Steven gasped out as his arm was twisted harder behind his back with each word.

“No mistake Steven Grant,” a voice rumbled in his ear, “you are responsible for the death of Ammit and many many of her disciples.”

Steven’s eyes widened and darted around the shop, hoping to see another person - anyone that could help. “Lads, listen, I truly don’t know what you’re talking about, I think maybe we- OI! YOU! HELP, PLEASE HELP ME!”  Steven screamed as a man with a badge and security printed on his vest turned into the produce aisle, he stopped at Steven’s words and hurried towards them. The security guard muttered something Steven couldn’t hear into a walkie talkie pinned to his vest, he stopped in front of Steven and leaned down to his level. A nervous laugh threatened to bubble up out of Steven’s throat before he swallowed it down.

“Praise Ammit,” the guard whispered with a sneer, before he placed his hand -no, there was something in his hand - against Steven’s chest. 

Steven struggled, he felt the bones in his right arm and shoulder grind as the one thug continued to hold the appendage tightly behind his back. Steven’s voice jumped an octave, “Marc! MARC you have to take the body! Mar-”

Steven’s voice died as the three men began to chant, low and rhythmic, his breath caught in his chest as Steven found himself unable to move. His eyes began to water as he found he could no longer close them, tears pooled on his lashes. A suffocating pressure began to build in his head as the guard pressed the object harder into his chest, the chanting grew louder. Steven recognized a few words here and there, it was Coptic they were speaking. A scream filled the air, loud and lingering, it startled Steven to realize the scream was coming from himself.

“Goodbye Steven Grant.” The Guard said softly, switching to English while the other two continued the chant, Steven couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he could no longer scream. Tears ran down his cheeks as he felt himself float away. 

Steven’s vision tunneled, his mind wandered to his last night with Marc and how it felt to finally hold him. 

He never got the chance to tell him…

Steven slipped into darkness, the body crumpled limply in the arms of Ammits followers. 

***

Let me know what your thoughts are! Constructive criticism is welcome! I do not have DID so I do apologize for any mistakes.

Part 4 should be up next week!

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