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SUBBBY NARC JUST FOR ME!!!!!

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 18

Steven Grant X OC X Marc Spector

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Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake. The four of them learn to navigate Sam's depression, family, and traumatic past as Sam helps Steven Marc and Jake navigate each other.

Chapter Summary: Steven wakes up Christmas Eve morning, him and Sam share a special moment. Sam and Marc get fucking D I R T Y like i mean this is FILTH. Chris comes to pick Sam and Steven up to take them to the fated Christmas weekend.

WARNINGS: face fucking, R O U G H face fucking, hair pulling slapping, man handling.

Today was the day. Steven had woken up feeling sick from anxiety. Today was the day he was meeting Sam’s family. He had met Chris, of course, but that was just once, there was still a lot to go. He really wanted her siblings to like him, it seemed Teresa was an important one to her as well, her and Ben were on and off sometimes. Her mom was a big one too, she called her mom about once a week. But Steven was mostly worried about her dad. Sam had said that her dad would try to bait him into an argument, but Steven could take him insulting him. What he wasn’t sure about was him insulting Sam. He knew he wasn’t supposed to say anything about that and Steven was fairly certain he could get through the weekend by those rules, he was more concerned about Marc.

Sam could handle herself, he knew that. But despite what she said, she really wanted her dad's approval even after everything. He didn’t know if he could take it, watching her get knocked down by his words. And Marc? After the mirror incident, he wasn’t sure if Marc could keep him cool. Steven was getting better at keeping a hold on the body when Marc tried to take it, so he would have to be on the lookout for anything that might set Marc off. All in all, this led to a lot of stress for Steven. Thus, it was 3 am and he wasn’t sleeping.

Steven turned on his bedside lamp and pulled out a book to read. He didn’t want to wake her, but Sam insisted she was a heavy sleeper and wanted him to stay by her side at night. This proved true, she never woke up to the light. It wasn’t even 30 minutes later that he heard Sam mumble as she shifted in her sleep. Sam was sweating and her face contorted in stress. Before he could wake her from the bad dream, her eyes shot open at the ceiling and gasped out a long breath. Steven saw her arms automatically reach for where Steven was, finding her hand. She hadn’t even turned to him, she was still looking at the ceiling, trying to get her breath back as she held his hand. It occurred to Steven that this is why he would wake up in the morning to her hand in his. When she was scared, when she had a night terror, she reached for him to sooth her back to sleep.

Steven squeezed her hand, causing Sam to turn to him “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

Pointing to his lamp that was on, he replied “No, I was up already. Couldn’t sleep”

She turned to him, “Are you okay” Her face was still glistening with sweat.

“Am I okay? Are you okay?” He realized woke up to her holding his hand almost every night this week. “You've been having a lot of nightmares?”

She sighed “Yeah, yeah I have.”

Marc ran his thumb over her hand “Have you been taking your meds?”

She dodged his eyes “I try to, sometimes it’s hard to remember. But I’m really trying to take them.” Sam had promised to get back on her psych meds after the mirror incident.

“Would it help if I remind you? Or would that just get annoying?”

“I don’t think you could ever be annoying, that would be great. Thank you baby.” Her eyes were drooping again. Steven pulled her close and she still laid on her back, continuing to his hand. He didn’t dare break that sacred touch, resting the hand he held on his chest. “Go back to step, love. I’ll stay here.”

“Okay” she mumbled “Try to sleep too, we got a busy day tomorrow.”

Didn’t he know it. “I will.” Feeling safe with her, Steven rejoined sleep, her hand calming all anxieties.

When they woke up, it was closer to the afternoon.

“Jesus, I can’t remember the last time I slept this late…” Sam murmured.

“Me neither, were we sleeping for 12 hours?” Steven was still holding Sam’s hand on his chest. Before Sam, he didn’t think such a peaceful sleep was possible. Sam had all her things packed and brought over to Steven’s, so she helped Steven pack for the 2 nights they were staying with her family. Chris was coming in from where he lived in Dover to pick them up as he actually had a car. Tonight was Christmas Eve, so Chris would pick them up, drive over to Hertfordshire, get ready for Mass and have dinner after the service ended. That way, Christmas could be spent together well rested and hopefully go over well. To say Steven was nervous about mass an understatement. He had never been in a church of any kind, nevertheless a catholic mass. Marc wouldn’t even be around for support either.

They went about their usual routine: Iced coffee, walking in the park, cleaning. Sam cooked lunch for them while they showered and after they ate, Sam showered while Marc did the dishes. Sam felt like she was living in domestic bliss. She wished she could spend the weekend alone with him and Marc and Steven without having to deal with her dad, but alas.

“Marc honey? Do you want to watch The Walking Dead before we leave? I’d really like to spend some time with you since you won’t be able to be around much…” She turned on the tv, expecting his answer to be a yes

Marc took her in his arms “I want to spend time too, but not watching The Walking Dead” He smacked her ass cheek, hard enough to make Sam yelp. Oy, watch it mate. Marc glanced over to the mirror to see Steven glaring at him. Marc turned to Sam with a kiss “Steven doesn’t like it when I spank you” and nodded to the mirror.

Sam looked over, holding Marc and resting her head on his shoulder. “It’s okay baby, I like it. Marc wouldn’t actually hurt me.”

Can you maybe not hit my girlfriend hard enough to leave bruises when I’m around?

“Steven asks if I can be a little more gentle when he’s around” He kissed along her neck.

Sam smiled at the mirror, hoping Steven could see her “I think we can do that, okay Marc?” She turned to Marc, lifting his face off her skin.

“Okay” Marc agreed, going back to working her up and she led him to the couch, sitting him down.

Sam knelt down between Marc’s knees “Steven, honey, maybe you should look away for a bit.” Sam looked up at Marc who was running his fingers through her hair, staring down at her in adoration. Marc loved her hair, especially when the light caught it and the red shone out.

She ran her hands up from his feet to his knees, to his crotch. His cock was already hardening, and sped up when he felt her hand on him.

Marc tightened his grip on her hair “You gonna be good for me baby?”

Sam felt up his thighs through the pants “Yes sir” and leaned over to put her face between his legs, mouthing over the material.

Marc threw his head back when he felt her warm breath on him. “Good girl, my good girl.”

Sam pulled down the sweat pants and boxers together, freeing him and making her smile. Spitting on his cock, she took it in her hand and began working him, ripping a feral growl from Marc. Sam smirked, she loved when Marc took control, but she also knew that she held a certain amount of control over him.

Marc smoothed down her thick, damp, hair that was still drying, he leaned over to kiss her forehand as she jerked him. “Put my cock in your mouth, Brightside.”

Sam did as she was told, placing her hands on his thick thighs and taking him in her mouth. Marc’s hands never left her hair, alternating between tight grips, smoothing the hair back again, or playing with the curls. She skillfully moved up and down his shaft, multitasking as she felt up his firm body. She loved feeling his chest, his abs, his arms. She loved feeling how strong he was, it made her feel safe, protected. No matter how rough he was with her, all he wanted was to make her feel safe and in return, she would make him feel good. Really good. She focused her hands on his body in appreciation. Marc, however, was appreciating everything.

“Fuck, fuck Sam, god you are just perfect.”

Sam’s mouth was a bit busy at the moment, so she simply hummed against him, resulting in another moan from Marc. Oh, he liked that. He liked that a lot.

Marc’s hand moved to the back of her head, taking a harsh fistful of her hair. He pulled her up and let her catch her breath. Tilting her head up and holding her in place, he leaned in for a sloppy kiss, licking into her mouth with a ferver before leaning into her ear. “Now, take a deep breath, because I’m close, and things are about to get a little rough”

Sam smiled as he pulled away, ready to go “Yes daddy”

Marc paused, she never called him daddy before. He couldn’t help it. He pulled her to him for another kiss before pulling her back down onto him. Marc was thankful that Steven was gone, because Marc was showing no mercy. He controlled the pace, moving her up and down on himself and fucked into her face. He pulled her all the way down and held her there, listening to her gag on him. “You like when I fuck your face? You like when I use your mouth as a toy, pretty girl?”

Sam loved when he called her pretty girl, it’s her second favorite after Brightside, quickly followed by baby.

Marc relished the feeling of her throat gagging on him, then pulled her up to answer, a stream of spit on her mouth.

“Yes sir, I love when you use me, I love when you control me”

One more time, he pumped himself with her mouth, when he looked down to see her pretty blue eyes, brimming with tears and love, absolutely ruined for him, he came in her mouth with a painful grip on her hair. Sam desperately tried to swallow him but between the cum, the spit and his dick, her mouth was full and some spilled out from the corners of her mouth.

Marc let go of her hair and took her abused face in his mouth with a gentle touch. He licked the semen that dripped out of her mouth and kissed her so softly, it was a true juxtaposition from the last 5 minutes. She tasted the evidence of his orgasms entering her mouth again, and licked it out of his mouth.

“Your turn, Brightside” Marc slipped a hand into her underwear.

Sam gave a short laugh “I don’t think we have time, Marc”

He continued “I think we will, pretty girl”

She grabbed his hand, and he stopped immediately. “Marc, I don’t really want to.”

Marc looked at her concern, taking his hand away “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” guilt flooded his being as he pulled his pants up.

Knowing Marc needed reassurance, Sam got off the floor and straddled him, holding his face in her hands before kissing his forehead “I loved what we just did. Okay? I just don’t want anything done to me. You didn’t do anything. I wanted to pleasure you, but I’m not in the mood for anything else.” Sam put her forehead on his.

Marc was less guilty, but still concerned “Are you okay?” He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, holding her thighs that he loved so much.

She smiled and kissed him “I’m beyond perfect, pretty boy. Can you help me with my hair?”

“Of course.” Marc knew how to braid already from Layla. Sam’s hair was different from Layla’s but it was still thick and curly. Dividing her damp hair in two, he combed it out carefully, apologizing if he pulled too hard as he took out the knots. He braided two braids for her so that when it dried, it was a controlled wave.

When Chris knocked on the door, Sam was laying ontop of Marc on the couch, savoring her time with him while she could. Hearing the door, she rushed over, but stopped “One minute Chris!”

She ran back over to Marc “Goodbye, baby. I don’t know when I’ll see you, but I’ll miss you” and a quick kiss before she scrambled back to her brother.

Chris helped carry Sam’s things to the car after shaking Steven's hand. They stopped at Nando’s along the way, and Sam got a frozen strawberry drink. Chris offered Steven whatever he wanted, but Steven felt uncomfortable enough without Chris buying him things.

“Mmm. MMMMMMMHH. UGH! MMMMM” Sam went on and on while she ate.

Chris reached over and flicked Sam’s arm.

“Hey!” She glared at him.

“Can you not erotically moan while eating in my car?” Chris joked.

Steven felt the urge to protect her when he saw the flick, and he had to remember that this is how siblings acted.

“I wasn’t eroticlly moaning! It’s just good!”

“Drive-through frozen yogurt cannot be that good!”

“Well I never have this stuff!”

Chris looked back at Steven through the rearview mirror “What? You Don't take my precious sister out for proper deserts?”

I can’t tell if he’s joking or not

Sam smacked him “Leave him alone! He’s nervous enough already.”

Chris laughed.

Okay, yeah he’s joking.

Sam continued “You need to behave, we gotta be able to be a united front, okay? Don’t let dad cause a divide. I already talked to Steven and he knows dad is gonna try to bait him.”

“Sam, I think it’s time we let Ben and Teresa in on game plans.”

“No way! They don’t need to deal with this.”

“I think they are old enough, I don’t think we need to protect them. They want to be a part of the protection.”

“Maybe Ben. but that’s if he can stop being a prick. Teresa is too young.”

Chris turned to look at her for a moment. “She’s 19 Samantha.”

“That’s still a teenager, Christopher”

Steven sat in the backseat, watching them. Marc took note of every second, carefully studying the dynamic and now each talked about every sibling.

Chris sighed, not unlike how Sam sighs when he’s exasperated. “Ben wants to be involved, we’re involving him. Let’s see how Teresa does. She’s still in the house, so maybe she isn’t in the best position.”

“Fine. But if Ben wants to defend dad-”

“He’s not defending dad, he just sees multiple sides”

“There’s not multiple sides!” Sam snapped.

“Hey!” Chris put up his finger “Do not yell.”

Steven wanted to step in, but Sam and Chris existed long before he was in her life and right now it seemed they existed on their own.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s always multiple sides, Samantha. You know dad always favored Benedict. It was different for him. But I promise you, he sees it now. He wants to keep the other kids safe. You knows dad's been harsher with Simon lately. T is worried that's going to escalate.”

“I know. Fine. It’s fine.” There was a long silence. “Sorry Steven.” She moved her hand back to where Steven was.

Steven took it “What are you sorry for?” The question was genuine. Steven has been trying to break down Sam’s over apologizing. He asks her what she’s sorry for. If she has a reason to be sorry, they can address it. If she doesn’t have a reason, he talks to her about why she feels the need to apologize.

“For making you feel awkward on this ride, for dragging you out here this hellscape of a weekend, for everything that’s about to happen-” She was breathing heavily, he sensed an anxiety attack coming.

Steven leaned in and squeezed her hand “Hey, hey it’s okay. Whatever happens this weekend, it’s going to be okay. I’ll be there for you, no matter what. Okay? As this ride isn’t awkward. I think it’s sweet you and Chris try so hard to make things better for your siblings. Can you tell me more about them?”

Chris caught Steven’s eye in the mirror again, giving a small smile and nod. Steven knew how to calm her.

Steven knew a fair amount about Ben and Teresa, the two other kids who are over 18. Ben was in his first year of law school in Hertfordshire and Teresa was working as med tech at the nursing home in Hertfordshire. Both were still living with their parents.

Philomena and Dom were in secondary school, set to graduate in 2 years. Dominic was planning on premed. Philomena was uncertain, but she told their family she was doing political science to keep her dad off her back. Simon was in year 7 and loved video games, Mary 8 and so far was the perfect pretty little catholic girl her parents always wanted.

They pulled up an hour before they needed to leave for mass, just enough time to get introduced and get ready without anything going wrong. Sam put her TARDIS hat back on as Steven wrapped himself back up in his scarf.

As they stepped out, Chris asked “Sam make you that?”

Steven proudly showed it off “Yes, isn’t it amazing?”

He smiled “She made me this one” Chris’s was charcoal grey. “You ready?”

“Not really.”

“Me neither.”

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