#moon knight gif

[spicydonut25]

Babe come home the kids miss you 😔

Mr. Knight and Visually Comics Resemblances 💥 — Moon Knight (2022) | dir. Mohamed Diab

[spectohr]

i miss the moon knight system so effin much it's almost two years i haven't rewatched the show but i don't wanna relieve /that/ pain all over again in episode 5 do you see my problem here

[little-worm-grant]

Finally happened! My first fic to hit 1k notes

🥹

Spicy Jake: Aftercare

Jake Lockley x You (Fem!Reader) 1,532 words / 18+ only, no minors Masterlist. If you like what you see, leave a like or reblog and follow me ♥ Summary: What if Jake took care of you after Marc had his way with you? Focusing on the aftercare, you find there's a gentler side to his rougher counterpart. Notes: Don't ask me what this is. You'll never take me alive. Warnings: Aftercare, post-rough sex, overstimulation, bondage/restraints, bruises and marks, creampie, established relationship, all the pet names, affection, comfort, fluff.

Jake was yanked all too violently to the front, taking a second to try and fight for some air back into his lungs. Eyes wildly scanning his surroundings. Expecting to be amidst some kind of fight, he discovered it was something else entirely. That last orgasm had sent Marc to the clouds and drawn Jake into the fray. Hadn’t been the intention of either of them, but Jake accepted it was what it was.

Couldn’t really complain when you were beneath him, your knees propped up with your back to him. Your face shoved into the sheets and your hands tied behind your back. His hand had been gripped around your waist and holding onto the ties of your restraints.

His cock spent but still buried deep inside of you. Any movement was sending your oversensitive cunt into a new spiral. Watching the mess spread out around where you both connected. It was spilling all down you both. He’d deducted you’d been at it while.

“Oh chica…”

His words came out in a soft drawl. Hips readjusting to watch you whine for him as he kept his movements slow but continued to thrust as deep as he could take it. His eyes trailed over the red marks and forming bruises the other brute left behind. Jake knew exactly which one of him had done this.

Always Marc who got his rocks off from controlling and using you to take out his frustrations. Steven was too desperate to please you. As for Jake? Well. Jake just wanted to treat you better than anyone else ever could. Most importantly, he wanted nothing more than to dote on you.

At the sound of his voice, you look over your shoulder up to him. If he thought your behind and ass looked bad, your face wasn’t looking much better. Red angry fingerprints scattered where he’d forced your jaw open and held it in place. Smeared lipstick and puffy red lips. The evidence of why your lipstick was like that remained at the base of his dick.

Mascara had streaked down your cheeks. Rosy from being slapped a few times. A dazed content smile spread across them. Jake couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of you like this. You looked happy, satisfied and ready for a little tenderness. He could do that.

Taking care of others wasn’t new for Jake. On those darkest of nights when Marc had gone looking for answers in the bottom of a bottle, it was always Jake taking over in the end. He stumbled to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Downing as much water from the sink as he could keep down.

Somehow he’d navigate the spinning fun house while hauling their asses back to bed. All so Steven could suffer the consequences more comfortably the following morning. Jake couldn’t always be there to take away the pain. Sucks to suck, Grant. He’d probably feel this in the morning too.

Jake reached for the knots around your wrists. Undoing the restraints. Pulling himself out from inside you. Hearing your softer groan turning into a whine and huffing in amusement.

“Mi amor. Went overboard did we? A little too oversensitive now, si?”

“Shut yourself up.”

You try to bite back. Sounded more exhausted than threatening. You sounded proud of yourself too. As you should. Jake wasn’t looking much better himself. Hair was all tussled and out of place. Sweat dripped down his chest.

“Ah, and so she still knows how to hiss.” Jake said to himself and laughed.

Gently he nudged your hips to bring you to lay down on your side. Shifting to lay down beside you. His face looking back at yours. You were too content to feel embarrassed that he got to see you in this state. Jake didn’t seem to mind at all. He reached up to stroke your face. Licking his thumb lazily to wipe some of the smears away.

“You’re going to have to be a lot fiercer than that to get me to shush, mi pequeña leona.”

“Mi pequeña leona.” You test the words on your mouth. “My little what?”

Much too tired to be doing anything about him. You always liked the way he looked so proud when you practiced more of your Spanish for him.

“My little lioness.”

He leaned in to press a kiss against your head. His hand reached down to stroke over your ribs and down along the side of your body. You shiver and try not to move much.

“Lioness? Why? Because I bite first?”

“Si.” Jake smiled a little more. You loved seeing the way the corners of his eyes creased. How relaxed and content he looked. Took a long time to bring his guard down.

He leaned up on his arm and looked around. Dropping his head back into the pillow beside you with a dissatisfied sigh. You gave him an expectant look. You knew what he was about to say, and so you waited for him to say it anyway.

“He never brings you a towel before he fucks you, does he?”

And there it was. Same old, same old. You smile knowingly. Would have laughed better if you had more energy to. It comes out quiet and distant.

“Would you get me some water too?”

“For you? Anything.”

He started to get up, but dipped back down quickly to kiss against your temple. Muttering the words close to your head.

“Should I run you a bath too?”

“No, it’s okay. Think I should sleep it off.”

“Sure thing, chica. Back soon. Don’t go anywhere.”

As if you could. You hummed your amusement as Jake disappeared off past the bookcase and beyond. You moved to roll onto your back and winced. The uncomfortable tingling sting along your rear had you rolling back onto your side again.

You took solace in knowing Marc would be just as hurt to find out he’d not been there to take care of you after. As rough as he could get, he always did love relishing in the after care. Stroking your body, making you a meal, or massaging you where you needed it.

You smile when you see him coming back through the doorway. Carrying a glass of iced water with a silicone straw. There was a damp towel folded and draped over his bare shoulder. Carrying himself differently. You could tell by the way he sauntered to your side it was still Jake.

His knee came up on the bed and leaning over you, he helped you to lift your head up enough to drink. A firm hand held you until you nodded a signal you were finished drinking. The cold of it was refreshing and needed after how long you’d gone without. He brought the glass to his own lips to drink the rest, narrowly avoiding the straw in his eye. You hear a crunch of ice between teeth. He chewed while placing the glass on the bedside table behind you. Moving in to curl up behind you. Light kisses along your shoulder.

“Gonna clean you up and get you under the sheets. Tell me if I’m too rough.”

“Please, I’m not fragile.”

“If you say so.”

Jake reached for the damp towel and tugged it off his shoulder. Bringing it down in a slow rub down over your ass. You breathe in sharp and tensed up to the wet cloth. It’d been ran under warm water but left cold in its wake.

“Okay okay. Gentle. Please.” You breathe.

“Si señora.” Jake mutters. Dipping in for another kiss against your shoulder.

He cleaned you up. Manipulating your leg to hold it up while he wiped down between your sticky folds. You making a noise for him, but Jake knew better than to play into your mood of wanting more. You needed to rest. He was tired too.

Soon enough he was moving again, getting the sheets from under to help bring them over the both of you. You helped, kind of. Rolling over to face him in the move.

“My turn.” You say.

“Not tonight. You need to-”

“No not that. Roll over.”

“Que?”

“I want to cuddle you for a change. Roll over.”

Jake gave you a hard stare, you half-expected him to refuse or talk his way out of it. Instead, his features relaxed and he leaned in to chase your lips for one last kiss before turning his back to you.

Your leg hitches up to wrap around his waist. Arm under his neck. Chest against his back. You kiss into his hair. Feeling Jake’s hand wrap around your wrist for his thumb to stroke.

“Mi pequeña mochila propulsora.” He snickered and you hummed in confused amusement.

“What am I this time?”

“My little jet pack.”

You were both breaking into laughter. Jake turned to catch another kiss of yours. A little messy but he seemed to need the contact, so you lifted your head to meet him. You cuddled up into him and before long, sleep soothed any aches that remained. Jake didn’t move. Lay there for the longest time listening to you breathe before sleep caught up with him too.

[letthewhumpbegin]

Moon Knight, s1e3

[marveldaily]

Moon Knight Summon the Suit | 1.02

[moonyflesh]

a collection of my favorite Steven Grant moments because i related to him more than i think is deemed healthy.

[ivystoryweaver]

not me writing self-indulgently about marc making space for my sanrio collection

Can't Live Without Him - Marc Spector

Marc + Hear them talking about you

Fall Fluff Masterlist | Marc Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Notes: Marc has his eye on the prize at the fall festival Word count: 519 || for this -M nonnie request

“How much for one of those stuffed frogs?” You hear Marc’s voice drift over the fall festival sounds. “Monster Mash” filters through crackling speakers as squeals and screams seep out of the haunted house. “Step right up” can be heard from multiple game attendants and vendors.

Marc speaks through his body so often, gripping your forearm, squeezing your hip, breathing on your neck. His eyebrows alone shift a dozen different ways to indicate the slightest change of mood. Warm eyes, soft and expressive, telling you of his longing, his regret, his buried pain. Lips pull into a thin line of frustration, an adorable pout or judgmental smirk.

On a really good day, the corners of his eyes crinkle as he laughs. The sound of it makes your heart soar.

But when he chooses to speak, your ears perk up, because he can communicate so well, and communicates so frequently, without words at all. And all the sounds of the bustling crowd diminish and narrow down to one, singular voice. Because he's talking about you.

“Not for sale, really, but you can win it,” the game’s attendant informs your boyfriend, handing him a dart. "How's your aim?"

That trademark smirk tugs the corner of his mouth as he shrugs. "Not a crescent but...it'll do."

You linger, watching as he pops three balloons with three darts in rapid succession.

"Nice work," the attendant compliments. "That'll get you the middle shelf. Play again, win again, for the top shelf."

Marc extends his hand for a second set of darts. "Gotta get the frog. She loves frogs."

"Ah, winnin' it for your girl?"

He smiles then - a genuine grin that reveals his teeth and shows those eye crinkles you adore.

"Yeah. For my girl."

"Should've won it right in front of her, really impressed her."

Marc turns his gaze right to you. With a wink, he answers, "She saw me."

Busted.

You laugh delightedly, emerging from your hiding spot and joining Marc, who presents you a huge, bright green, plush frog, with a neon-striped bow tie and extra long arms and legs. Marc uses the frog's arms to wrap around you for a stuffed animal hug.

"Oh my gosh I love him. He's so fluffy."

Marc lives to see the sparkle in your eyes.

"I don't know where we're going to put him. I already cleared a whole shelf for the rest of your frogs. And cleaned out half the closet for your stuff. Maybe he can sit...on our bed." His eyes go round and hopeful, locking onto yours.

"Our bed," you repeat, the air rushing out of your lungs. "You mean, our bed together, and our closet... A-are you asking me - "

Despite the yearning in his eyes and slight tremble of his lip, he pulls the fluffy frog away from you. "Well, my place is where this guy is gonna be, so..."

"Are you blackmailing me with a stuffed frog?" You giggle. "Because it's working. I love him and I have to live with him."

Marc smirks, nodding knowingly. "Is that right?"

"Yes," you breathe against his lips. "Can't live without him."

Fall Fluff Masterlist | Marc Masterlist | Main Masterlist

[nowritingonthewall]

Oscar Isaac

Moon Knight Blooper Reel

[marvels-universe]

@giftober 2024 + @mcuchallenge prompt Day 4: Slow Motion.

Marc Spector in Moon Knight

[spicyllewyn]

Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

Kinktober masterlist.

Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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[toracainz]

I would like to second the previous reblog 😂🙌

Love the contrast between the two. The one you think would be more gentle (not say he wasn’t) was the one that had you restrained)

Meanwhile the one that you would think would be rough essentially gave you free reign

Steven did what he did cause he knew he had to cause he wouldn’t really be able to stop you otherwise, not wanting to hurt you

Marc in the other hand did what he did cause he knew he didn’t have to restrain you cause he knew he could stop you (even if it meant getting rough, but he knew it wouldn’t come to that)

Hello, could you do a dark/yandere Marc or Steven with a reader who has low self esteem and has never loved anyone before? If not, that’s okay.

Hi Anony! <3 I can do that and since you asked for Marc or Steven, I'll make both! :)

Marc and Steven with a reader who has low self esteem and never felt any love

Note: Sorry for being a bit late, I was rewriting some stuff at the Steven part because I made him way too soft at first lol.

Pairing:

Yandere Steven Grant x reader

Yandere Marc Spector x reader

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Warnings/triggers: Obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of stalking, kidnapping, reader thinks low of themself!

Steven

You stirred softly, eyes slowly opening, making you feel the headache and lightheadedness. You tried moving your hand to touch your head. But your wrist was restrained. Panic began to set in as you looked down on yourself to see your ankles restrained aswell. You took in your surroundings, a small place looking like an apartment room and in the center of the place was a fish tank with a single Goldfish swimming inside. Questions began to form in your head

Why would someone kidnap you? You were just another lowlife on this planet, who never got the chance to love or being loved.

The only person that seemed to like you was the man who worked at the Museum, the guy who wanted to be a tour guide and seemed to have literally studied everything about Egypt. He was always so kind to you, almost too kind. What was his name again? Something with a V, right?

Why would you think he kidnapped you? He seemed like a nice guy after all, he didn't seem like he was capable of such things...

You started trying to yank one of your limbs free, but the restraints were too strong. Realizing you couldn't get out of there by yourself, you remembered being held in a possible apartment complex, so your best and possible only chance was to scream.

Just as you were about to scream your lungs out, you heard the sound of keys getting inserted in the front door. You quickly stopped all movement, closing your eyes to pretent you're asleep, but the your raging heart made in very difficult to try so.

The front door opened, you squinted your eyes open just a tiny bit so you were able to see the silhouette of the person while tricking the person to be still asleep.

The man hummed softly to himself, carrying a bag in his hand before he went past the bed you were laying on towards his corner with the desk. He put the bag down, removed his jacket and went to the kitchen.

You took his brief disappearance to try to yank your arm free, the wood from the headboard creaked, making you get desperate in trying to escape. You were so focused in getting out, that you didn't realize how loud you were.

Soon came a voice from the direction of the kitchen;

"Hey, are you awake?"

You instantly stopped, the sudden call caught you off guard, however the voice sounded familiar.

Footsteps echoing off the walls as he made his way to you, turning on the light and making his way over to the bed.

At seeing him clearly thanks to the light, you gave him an confused look, "Y-you are that guy..." you stuttered.

He gave a soft chuckle in return "So you remember me, hm?"

"Yes but I forgot your name." You replied.

"Steven. My name's Steven." He sat down at the edge of the bed.

Steven.

"Why am I here? Why me? And what do you want?" You asked with a mix of confusion and nervousness.

Steven laughed softly, "You ask alot of questions for being lightheaded."

"Steven, can you please undo those restraints? Atleast make me able to sit up." You pleaded.

"Why don't you rest a lil' bit? I'm sure you need time to process all this, yeah?" He patted your leg gently before standing up.

"W-wait! Can I get some water?" You protested, hopefully making him release you.

"Water? Oh yeah, right, water. Of course." Steven chuckled to himself and made his way back to the kitchen. He came back a minute later with your glass of water, setting it down on the nightstand. "Alright, I'm gonna release your wrists now. But don't think about sneaking away, you hear me?" Steven's voice was soft but the warning was still audible.

Once you nodded he removed the restraints from your wrists so you were able to drink. With a trembling hand, you guided the glass to your lips, taking a few much needed sips before setting it down again.

"Need something for your head? I got something." Steven asked softly.

'Now he wants to drug you? No that's stupid, he already kidnapped you, why would he want to drug you?' you thought

"Yes, thanks." You forced a smile.

Steven nodded and got the med for you.

While you were resting Steven took the time to sort the stuff from his bag before he returned to you after "Feeling better now?" He asked.

"Yeah. But why did you kidnap me?" You asked.

Steven paused, "I...I don't know what came over me, you were always so nice to me, I really started to like you, always so happy to see you, couldn't wait to see you, actually. I even followed you home a few times." He slipped up at the end.

Your eyebrows arched up "You were stalking me?"

Steven cringed a bit "I wouldn't necessarily call it 'stalking'. Just made sure you arrived home savely, y'know, with all those weirdos runnin' around."

"But why would anyone want to kidnap me? What makes me so special?" You asked softly.

Steven frowned "What do you mean?"

You sighed softly, "Nobody loves me, so why even bother kidnapping me? There are better people than me, you know."

Steven raised his eyebrows "That's not true, why are you saying this?"

"I just know it..." You replied flatly, feeling the familiar pressure in your throat signaling tears were not far from spilling out.

Steven bit his lower lip, "Love, come here," he sat down beside you opening his arms for you and you hesistantly leaned in, resting your head against his shoulder, "listen, you are the most beautiful person I've came across." Steven cooed softly, reaching out and gently stroking your hair. "Here, let me get you more comfortable." He removed one of the restraints on your ankles but only loosened the other one just incase.

"You don't meant it, you're only telling me to make me feel at ease." You sniffled.

"No, I mean it." Steven insisted.

"If you mean it then let me go." You demanded.

Steven hummed somewhat amused, "My my, then your kidnapping would be for nothin' don't you think?"

"I promise I won't tell anyone." You pleaded.

"I know you won't." Steven said softly, pulling back gently to get up, "Want something to eat?"

"Not hungry." You shook your head, not wanting to prolong his stay so you could try and run.

"I'll be back, but you wait here, alright?" He said before he turned to walk away. Just as he turned, you took your chance, completely forgetting about the still loose restraint around your ankle, but before the restraint roughly yanked on your ankle and you were about to fall face first onto the floor, Steven catched you mid-air, saving you from the impact.

"See? If you run and I wouldn't be there with you, you'd fall and hurt yourself pretty nasty." He pulled you back on the bed beside him.

"Please let me go. I won't even tell anyone about this, you have my word." You pleaded.

Steven gave you an apologig look "Lemme be honest with you for a second. Y'see, I am the only person who will truly love you. You say to yourself you're not worth anything yeah? I'm not sorry to break it to you, but you are worth of everything."

You just stared at him, you couldn't come up with any arguments.

Steven took your silence and continued, "Feel free to call me crazy but you are just a wonderful person. And if you can't see the worth you have, then I'll make you see it. I promise you that." Steven gently wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you closer.

"That's...I don't even know what to say." You let yourself getting pulled back into his arms, "I've never heard anyone say that to me." you sniffed, the tears building up in your eyes, running down your cheeks, some even into Steven's shirt. You hugged him tightly.

"It's alright, love. It's alright. You don't need to prove your worth to anyone else now, because you have me, and you only need me. I will always love you, I will even spoil you. You'll see."

All these times thinking you were nothing, no love, no happieness faded away as Steven hugged you, brushing the tears away and kissing you softly on your head with the promise of many, many more kisses to come.

-

Marc

Slowly, you came back to your senses, feeling dizzy and the sweet smell was still prominent as you breathed through your nose. You were laying on a soft bed and to your surprise, no restraints were used to hold you in place. Your hands instinctively moving to your pocket to grab your phone, but it was snatched from you. You took another breath through your nose, cringing at smelling the lingering sweet smell again.

Who would have thought that you trip back from Cairo would get you kidnapped. You just got saved from a group of assholes, swinging and posing around with their knives after a kid stole your wallet and made you chase him into an alleyway where the others showed up. Thankfully a man wearing a hat saved you, knocking a few of them out before that kid and another guy shat their pants and ran. You remember how your savior looked back at you, gave you a quick nod before he went to chase the ones that ran.

Where are you?

Did those guys somehow tracked you down and came back?

Is whoever kidnapped you going to kill you?

You propped yourself on your elbows, it was already night by looking out of the window. You sat up, looking around one last time before getting up and made your way to the door of the room.

You opened the door slowly and carefully. There was another room opposite from you and a small hallway towards what looked like the living area. On your way, to your right was another room, peering inside was the well cleaned bathroom, and another room to your left. You made light steps, thinking whoever kidnapped you might still be here somewhere. You arrived at the living area, taking a moment to take the place in, it was a tidy place, a nice couch, big flatscreen tv, some medals hanging on the wall, in the corner of the room was a counter with what looked like Scotch and other hard hitting stuff.

You saw the front door, looking over your shoulder to make sure no one is sneaking up behind you before tiptoeing to it. So focused on getting the hell away from the place, you tripped over a bag on the side with a thud. Looking at it, you saw a pistol peeking just over the zipper. You quickly rose, made the last few steps to the front door and pulling on the handle, only to find that the door was locked. Seeing no other way out, you thought about getting back to the room and try the window. But before you could do that, a voice came from behind you making you jump. Then the light was flicked on, making you squint from the sudden brightness.

"Thought I'd be that stupid, huh?"

Feeling like you just got caught stealing you slowly turned around, seeing him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You could see he had your phone in his hand. The guy looked familiar to you, like you've seen him before but couldn't remember correctly.

"Please- I-I...whoever you think I am or what you want, you kidnapped the wrong person." You nervously tried to talk your way out.

He scoffed "Wrong person? You? Nah, I think I got just the right one."

You looked back on the now dark green bag you tripped over and pointed at it "And why the gun? You gonna kill me or something?"

Marc just raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly "Kill you? Just because I have some guns? Don't you remember me? Damn, the chloroform really knocked you out." he tried not to laugh.

"Why did you kidnap me? I haven't done anything, I was just trying to get back home." you replied.

"Well... it's... complicated..." He sighed.

"Can't you let me go? I swear I won't tell anyone. No one would believe me anyway. I mean, it seems like you're in the Military, so you sure know how to keep tabs on someone." You tried talking yourself out.

Marc shrugged "I have my ways. And yeah I was. Incase you don't know my name, I am Marc. And before you tell me your name, you don't have to, I already know it."

You took a step away from the door. "Marc, look, I don't know who told you to kidnap me, all I can tell you is, I'm not worth it, I have nothing I could give you, I'm not worth anything. Hell, I am not even worth getting kidnapped..." The sadness in your voice could be heard.

"Some pretty harsh words you're throwing at yourself there, don't you think?" He asked.

"But it's true. Those guys you saved me from, they only target the low ones, they know no one would miss them or put some effort on them." You stated.

Marc didn't admit it, but he felt how you feel, given his childhood with his abusive mother. "Listen," he uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to you, "those assholes were preying on anybody who was walking alone, it wasn't your fault."

"Then tell me why you kidnapped me." You demanded softly.

Marc paused, "I gotta admit I saw you quite a few times walking alone, I never saw you with anyone, and to be honest it was only a matter of time before someone jumped on you."

"So you stalked me?" You replied bluntly.

Marc thought about how to not come off as a creep, "No- I, I saw them looking at you, following you silently before that stupid kid took your wallet. So you could say I was your guardian angel."

That was only half-true, he was watching you more often than he just admitted and knew almost everything about you. You were often hanging around at the center of the popular market, where he was too. In other words he saw you almost every day.

"Thanks for that, really. It means a lot. But please let me go, I won't cause anymore trouble, I will be more careful now." You pleaded.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Look, I never actually catched the other guy and I'm sure they're bigger than that group you were attacked by. You know how such gangs deal with people who escaped, right?" Marc lied. Of course he dealt with the group, he was just manipulating you into thinking they were still out there, looking for some kind of revenge.

"Then I will go to the police. I'll get myself pepper spray for defense and use it if something would happen." You answered nervously.

Marc reached behind himself "What if they show up with this?" he pulled out a gun, he held it with only his thumb and indexfinger, a non-threatingly way, "You think pepper spray could outrun a bullet? Not to mention you could hit your own eyes if you don't use it correctly."

You sighed, "I'm a no one, nobody would miss me if I-...." You trailed off, but Marc knew what you were about to say.

"That's nonsense, you're so much more worth than you admit it yourself. If you were a no one, then why would I have saved you, hm? Because I had nothing else to do?" Marc said softly, "No, because you are worth so much more, you just refuse to see it. But I saw it." Marc slowly made his way to you, putting the gun back and showing you his palms to make you see he did mean it.

"But-but you don't know me. How would you know?" You stuttered, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.

If only you knew how much Marc really knows about you.

"I know if people have their worth or not. Besides... I kinda feel how you felt. But that's a different story." Marc replied softly.

Your eyes were a bit glassy, you never thought someone would think about you the way Marc did and the more you thought about it, the more swelled your eyes became before tears started running down your cheeks. You blinked, looking away to try and hide your face. Marc came to you, gently hugging and patting the back of your head

"Hey, it's okay. You can let it out, I'm here." He cooed softly, feeling how you returned to hug, crying and sobbing.

"D-did you mean what you said?" you sniffed.

"Of course I did. Why would I lie about such thing?" He reassured you.

"No one has ever said something like that to me." You sniffed again.

"Now someone did. And as long as you hear it from me, you don't need to hear it from anyone else, because you only need me." Marc replied somewhat cheekily.

"Thank you, Marc." Marc could hear the genuine smile in your voice, making him hug you a bit tighter.

"I gotcha. But you have to promise me you won't ever try to run, alright? Because without me to protect you, who knows what jerks will show up." Marc began stroking your hair.

"But what if I annoy you?" You sobbed.

"Annoying? Who are you kidding." Marc chuckled.

Marc gently pulled back, looking into your eyes "I swear, if anybody tries to mess with you, they have to go through me first."

You nodded.

"Good. Now you go back to your room, get some sleep and tomorrow I'm gonna get you some breakfast, sound good?" Marc smiled.

"Yes." You smiled back.

"There you go, you're smiling. Means I did something right." He grinned.

Marc gently guided you back to your room. Once there he tucked you in the bed and placed your phone on the nightstand beside you.

"Your phone. But promise me to not try anything with it, alright?" Marc ordered.

"I promise." You nodded.

"Perfect, and now get some sleep. You went through enough shit and I think you need some good rest. If you need anything, just call out for me or feel free to come into my room. As for tomorrow, be prepared to get spoiled by me, starting with some delicious breakfast." Marc smiled before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

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