Hold Me Close (Moon Boys)
Pairing: Moon Boys (Mostly Steven) x fem!Reader
Fic Type: Drabble
Summary: Having been against touch all your life, now that you have three loving boyfriends, you’re overwhelmingly clingy. Cuddles, hand-holding, standing so close you’re up against them; but sometimes that’s just not close enough.
A/N: Soooo, I’m probably gonna do a Santi version of this? And Poe of course my space husband. Also this was supposed to involve Marc and Jake, but I couldn’t come up with a good story for them yet… :///
Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI, light smut, mention of virginity loss, cockwarming, fluff, a little angsty, hurt/comfort, cuddles, touch-starved reader, touch-starved Moon Bois
~🌙 Steven🌙 ~
You heaved a sigh.
It wasn’t enough.
Your life had been one of light touches, 30 second embraces, cuddles only when a small child or when crying– and that you certainly didn’t do often. As you grew older, you became averse to touch. The thought of hugs made you so uncomfortable you visibly cringed, personal space became a large issue for you, and even a mild handshake was enough to have you inwardly squirming with discomfort as if a centipede was crawling on you. Physical touch, you came to feel, was a very, very bad thing.
Until you met them.
Steven Grant, the sweet gift shop worker with a bit of sass, secretly a tough-ass in a tux when night rolls around. Marc Spector, his alter, the soft but rough mercenary who had pushed you away for weeks when you’d first met. And then Jake, the brutal cabbie driver who fronted only rarely, long enough to serve Khonshu or to protect his alters– until he met you. Marc could get past physical touch if necessary, but he didn’t like it. Jake despised it, he still wouldn’t let you within a foot of him at any given time. Steven was the most like you.
Yearning for touch but detesting it, you’d both, slowly, learned to overcome it. It was barely-there brushes of fingers when grabbing something from the other at first, which made you both yank back as if you’d been burned. There was a lot of talking. Unplanned touches sent Steven into a spiral of mild panic and you retreating into your shell. And so, one day, on the couch, you and Steven spent the day literally warming up to each other.
The first touch of his fingertips against yours made you both gasp, and then you remained like that. Hour by hour, you slowly began to increase the contact, until finally, you were holding hands. Many hours later, past midnight, you closed the distance between you in an embrace that left you both breathless with sobs at the contact. It felt unnatural to both of you, to be held like this.
And then, the unthinkable happened.
You started craving it.
He kissed you for the first time that night, and from that night onward you were always stealing kisses from each other. You slept entangled like koalas, facing each other. All those years of wanting someone to love you enough to hold you, and finally, you found him. Them. Because soon, Marc started to hold your hand, too.
It was Steven, though, that took your virginity, and you’re a little embarrassed to say that when you were cuddling afterward, you were quietly sobbing into his shoulder. “Hey… Love, did I hurt you?”
“No,” You’d answered, comforted by him rubbing your back. “Not at all. I just… I never knew…”
“How intimate this would be?” Steven finished softly.
“We’re so close,” You breathed in disbelief, about the fact that he of all people wanted this intimacy with you– this closeness. As close as two people could possibly become. “Please don’t go away. Ever.”
“Never,” Steven promised, sealing it with a kiss.
And while the cuddles, you clinging to him like a human backpack as he went about the house, and the constant entanglement of your bodies on some level comforted you, sometimes, when you were feeling especially in need of physical contact– like now– it just wasn’t enough.
Steven sat on the couch beside you, reading. You were pressed flush against his side, legs thrown over his lap, one between his knees. He had one arm around you, the other on his book, and his head laying on yours. And yet, despite this closeness…
It wasn’t enough.
You weren’t sure how to say this. Not at all. But there were some nights when you slept with Steven that he remained buried inside you, keeping you as close as humanly possible. It’s something you both clearly enjoy, but have never openly stated– so you wonder, what would he think of you saying it out loud? Asking for it without sex?
Of course he notices something is wrong. Maybe it’s the tenseness of your shoulders, or the way you keep shifting as if to get even closer. Steven lifts his head, taking his glasses off as he looks down at you. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Nothing,” You lied, a lie you’d told your entire life. It came easily now, a habit you’d never be able to break.
Steven made a face, carding his fingers through your hair. “Aw, dove. That’s not true. What is it, hm?” You could only shrug. Unsure of how to bring it up. Steven knows that you’re hiding something, but he doesn’t push you. He keeps massaging your scalp, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Alright, then; you can tell me when you’re ready.”
It isn’t until you’re getting ready for dinner that you are.
Steven is reading on the couch; his eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when you step out of the bathroom in the pretty short nightgown he likes so much, instead of going straight to making dinner with him like you’d planned. “L-love?!”
“Steven…” You say nervously, wringing your hands together. “Can… Can we try a different way of cuddling?”
“Yeah,” Steven answers, eyes raking over your body and drinking in the sight of you. “What’d you have in mind?”
“U-um…” You nervously crawl onto the couch beside him, on your knees as you struggle for the words. “You know how… uh… sometimes after we have sex, you uh… kinda…”
Steven’s quick. He gets it immediately. “You want to be connected, love?”
You let out a whooshing breath of relief. “Yeah.” Immediately after, you added, “I just want to be close to you, and today, it just… Cuddling just doesn’t feel like enough right now.”
“Well,” He leaned over to give you a warm kiss. “Sounds like a bloody good idea to me, dove.” His hand rested on your thigh, massaging the flesh gently. “You alright with me getting you ready? I don’t want to hurt you.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “You mean can I handle it without jumping you?”
Steven laughed quietly, his smile dazzlingly bright. “Yeah.” You nodded, and Steven didn’t waste any time. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his hand up your nightgown. You bit your lip as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, slowly working you open and chuckling into your mouth as he kissed you messily. “Aw, love; you’re already soaked. Why didn’t you ask me for this earlier?”
He pulled his hand away and sucked his fingers clean with a soft moan, trying to ignore the fact that your face must have mimicked the sudden arousal you felt. “D-didn’t know how to ask–” You cut off as he guided you closer to him by your wrists. You planted a knee on either side of his hips, hovering there as he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants to remove his half-hard length.
“You can ask me anything,” Steven breathed, letting out a sharp intake of breath as his tip brushed your soaked folds. “Anytime,” He added, although it was more of a growl he started to enter you. Your jaw fell in a silent scream as he guided you down onto him. “That’s it, dove, that’s it– agh–” He bottomed out, stretching your walls to a slight burn; you gasped at the feeling as you involuntarily clenched around him. Your relieved sigh was music to his ears, and it took everything he had in him not to buck up into you– at least, not more than the two times he couldn’t help himself. He forced himself to sit still, and you saw him visibly struggling. Immediately, you felt guilty. Is this too much for him, too little?
“Just… just gimme a second, yeah?” He whispered, breathing deep to control himself. Eventually, his hands found your hips as he calmed, a sparkle in his eyes as he kissed you. “O-okay; I can hold out now. Feels good for you, dove?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, collapsing forward onto him and relaxing into his embrace, overwhelmed by the intensity of the waves of your emotions, of the feelings of warmth and safety. Steven wrapped one arm around you tightly, the other coming to rest on your stomach. He massaged your abdomen, making you both moan into your kisses when he nudged that place where his length rubbed against your insides. “There,” He breathed, keeping his hand still. He rubbed his nose against yours, trying to keep his breathing even. “Feel that?” He met your gaze, dark eyes conveying a sense of assurance. “I’m as close to you as I can ever be physically, love.” He eased up on the pressure, which was good, else you never would have lasted with him inside you. He gripped the back of your head as he kissed you, licking into your mouth and tracing your tongue with his. “But it doesn’t matter how close I physically am, does it?” He breathed into you, so softly you could barely hear him. “Because even if we’re apart, I will always be right,” He kissed you again, hand dropping to sit over where your heart was. “Here.”
“Don’t ever leave me, Steven,” You whispered, leaning into his touch.
“Never ever, not in a thousand years. Nothing’s ever going to take me away from you, dove. You hear me? Never. I promise.” Steven pressed his lips to yours passionately, lovingly, as if trying to convey how much he loved you without words. “If you ever need this, darling, just ask. I’d be more than willing.”
“I love you, Steven,” You sighed softly.
“Love you too, darling.” He shifted so that you were lying down. He faced you, keeping your back against the couch, wrapping his arms and legs around you protectively. He pecked your forehead. “With all my heart.” Dinner was forgotten, both of you falling fast asleep.
Thanks for reading! I’m gonna be doing Marc, Jake, Poe, and Santi probably, eventually. ://
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Audio Master (smut)
A/N: This is inspired by a comment from this fanfic. Thank you so much for the recommendation, @aestheticpisces ! Ikind of changed it from a professor-student relationship to a neigbor type because… yes.
Basics: Listening to an audio maker that sounds alike with your hot neighbor. That must be a coincidence, right?
Warnings: s*xually explicit, minors DNI, minor writing errors, creampie, erotic audio, praise kink etc…
Word count: 3.4 k
You only had a few things in your life that you could look forward to, 5 in the afternoon, sushi takeout and your little secret: Erotic audios.
Now normally, people would prefer the visual stuff. Seeing people grinding on each other, going ham in different places. But not you. No, you prefer the auditory sensation.
Feeling the vibration, moans, and especially the words directly into your ears. So you could imagine and indulge yourself into the moment. The given prompt. Dear God it was so hypnotic.
Now you’ve recently encountered a new erotic audio content creator who had a very similar voice to your long time fantasies. Your crush. Your dearest friend and neighbor. Steven Grant.
He’s been a friend of yours for over a year now. And boy he’s such a wildfire. Sure, he’s soft and cautious but you’ve seen how calloused his hands are from time to time. How his shirt would outline his apparent muscles. Those damn arms that you admired so much.
Let’s be real here, you’ve been touching yourself at the thought of him, several times over now. Thinking about choking on his length, him eating you out. Getting railed while bent over, on a bed, by the kitchen, during a movie, in public- I mean, we can go on and on about your sexual desire for this man.
So discovering this lustful voice that sounded so much like Steven made your intimate solo moments, so much pleasurable.
It was 8 PM now, on a Saturday night and you had just cleaned up for the day. You didn’t have the time during the week to touch yourself, so this seemed to be a great moment to do so. No ones coming over, you’re not going out, and hey, it's been a hectic week— it’d be nice to let it all out.
After a nice warm bath and a change to a big comfortable shirt, you opted to wear nothing underneath. You know, easier access.
So you prepared your bed and arranged everything. Your laptop, your earphones, dimmed lights, a lit scented candle and a sensual playlist to play during the ‘pleasurable’ time you were about to endure.
Happily, you plop down onto your bed, fixing the comforter and pillows to your liking. Of course, one can’t forget the main attraction. Your beautiful toy. It wasn’t big, nor was it small. It was one of the silicone egg-shaped vibrators, and it did you wonders.
It’s pretty pink was far from unnoticeable. You grab your laptop, plopping it by your bedside, placing the earphones on. The browser was waiting for you to look his name up. And there he was.
He uploaded a new audio yesterday but you never got the chance to listen to it the whole day because of work. So the excitement in you was wildin’.
You picked the new audio:
[M4F] Dom boyfriend reminds you who you belong to
“Come here. Now.”
The voice was so similar to Steven’s, you couldn’t help but spread your legs and place your toy by your slit.
“Why did you think it’d be okay to flirt with that guy?”
“I don’t want to hear dumb excuses, love. Come here and bend over my lap.”
“You heard me. Now.”
You turned the device on and felt its buzz on your clit. These types of audios were allowing you to just immerse yourself, thinking about whoever you want to think about. Steven.
“That’s it. My good little doll… bent over looking so fucking pretty for me.”
You couldn’t help but verbally respond, pushing the toy into you. “Fuck Steven” an airy release coming from your lips. Of course you were thinking about him, you always thought about him.
“You take my fingers so well. So wet for me aren’t you?”
“Tell me who you belong to. Fucking tell me.”
You increased the vibration of your toy, moving it in and out of your now soaked cunt. You found your other hand fondling with your breasts, lifting your shirt up till your chest.
Just as you were getting lost in your bliss, the vibrator in you, you other fingers teasing your clit, you hear a knock from the door, followed by two quick doorbells. “Y/n?”
Shit. Why was Steven here at this time? It was so annoying because why’d it have to happen when you were getting yourself into a wet puddle of your own filth.
You couldn’t help but feel nasty at the situation. You were getting off to an audio of a man who sounds like Steven, and Steven was knocking at your door right now. You couldn’t help but feel like you were getting karma.
Quickly, you hid your toy under you pillow, slightly closing the laptop as you pause the audio. Ensuring that any and all evidence of something was not there.
The apartments had an open layout so Steven would notice your bed. So you hop out of bed, blowing the candle out as you turn on the lights.
You pull your shirt down, it reached just above your knees so it didn’t expose the fact that you were not wearing underwear. You curse at your pussy for clenching. Thinking about Steven as you were about to open your door.
“Y/N! Sorry but I need to chat.” He blares out again, knocking thrice.
You open the door carefully and look up at a disheveled Steven. His brows were furrowed and his lips were downturned. He looked very sad, like a puppy dog. “Sure… come on in.” You open the door wider to let him in.
He thanks you kindly, moving to your couch as he jitters with his hands. An awkward walk from your door to the couch was what you ended up doing. Not truly your fault, you were very sensitive because this was not the agenda of the night. But Steven looks to be in need of friendship. So this’ll have to do.
“Let me get you a cup of tea.” You walk to your kitchen, reboiling the water heater as you grabbed the cup Steven usually uses.
“Thanks, love.” His endearing names towards you were typical of him. It probably didn’t mean anything at all so you don’t read into it.
You plop down a tea bag of chamomile tea, the water finally reheated and you poured it over. Afterwards you walked over to Steven, placing the cup near him by the coffee table. You sit next to him and squeeze your legs together, worried that you would leave some sort of wet mark on your couch.
“What’s wrong, Steven?” You eyed him as he took a small sip from his cup. He sighs out, running his hand through his hair as his eyes look up at you.
“I honestly- I feel like I am losing my mind, Y/n.” He shakes his head, placing the drink back down. “I like my job, I do. But I can only keep up with so much bullshit.” You barely heard Steven swear, and usually when he does, he is pissed.
“Tell me about it. Maybe you’ll feel better.” You squeezed his shoulder and felt him tense up under your touch. His hard muscles made it so hard to not think about what else is under there. You push it down though.
“Donna is a- a god- d-damn bitch!” He blurts out, almost a bit guilty by the way he said that with so much vulgarity. He was so angry and you wanted him to let it all out, your arms wrapping around him, patting his back.
“What did she do, Steven?” You kept your voice calm and collected. Making Steven feel at home and relaxed. He could always count on you. Your gentle caresses on his back almost made him forget he was fuming in the first place.
Steven has had a big crush on you ever since you first became neighbors. Even more so when you became friends. He couldn’t make a move, at least he never saw an opportunity, so he just left it at this. A friendship.
But by golly, you sure knew how to make him feel better without saying more than what you needed to.
“Huh, yeah- So Donna.” He snaps back to reality, still feeling your hands massage his back. Nearly sending him into overdrive. “She made me do so many things that are not even part of my job description. I mean ‘cleaning the toilets’? That isn’t my job, mate.”
“What an evil woman.” You shook your head at the audacity that woman had. She always mistreated Steven but from the looks of it, this has gotten out of hand. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you stood up to get something from your bed, your stuffed toy of Taweret that he gave you a few months back.
He missed your touch but allowed you to leave. What you didn’t expect was you to accidentally pull your headphones out as you accidentally pressed the space bar of your laptop.
“Does that feel good, darling-“ you panic at the voice and flop around to stop it.“Yeah, you like that.”
“MAKE IT STOP!” You finally shut your laptop down, ending the embarrassment you already gave yourself.
Steven’s ears perked up as he turned his head to your direction. “What was that?” He stands up, walking towards you on the bed as if he was a predator stalking prey.
“It was- pffft- I honestly don’t know. A weird advert of some sort?” You awkwardly chuckle as Steven didn’t stop moving to the side of your bed, grabbing the laptop from you.
“Advert, huh?” He opens the laptop, sadly you didn’t shut it down so he didn’t need a password to access it. Once he opens it, the audio resumes.
You felt your face burn bright red as Steven slowly sat by the edge of your bed, listening to the audio.
“Do my fingers feel nice? Hm? Your warm and tight cunt wrapped around my fingers. So fucking dirty.” The audio made Steven smile, his distraught face changing to a more curious one.
You observed his features and pulled on your sleeves. “Listen, this isn’t-“
Steven had to be very honest. He was a very horny person. It had to be said. He had stressful days, confusing and tiresome nights. All that energy had to go somewhere. So he made erotic audios everytime he could. Having these fantasies of his verbalized and out for consumption for anyone who feels the need to.
He’ll also admit, he always thought of you. That was his main reason for starting these audios anyway. He couldn’t make a move, it seemed too dangerous. But oy vey, here you were listening to a naughty audio. Scratch that, his naughty audio.
“I did like the script of this one.” He slowly states, closing the laptop, placing it to the far edge of the bed. Steven saw an opportunity. A big bright lightbulb boomed.
What did he mean, script? He listens to this stuff too? Or…
“What do you mean-“
He inches closer to you, “I enjoyed recording it.” You could feel his breath by your cheek. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him.
“I- what?” You swallowed hard and clenched down on your cunt, it was raging being this close to Steven. It was hard to wrap your head around the fact that this Steven-like voice actor was… Steven? Shit.
“Oh you didn’t know?” He pulls your hip, “That makes this more fun actually.” He bites your ear playfully, the light stubble of his beard makes contact on your cheek.
Finding it hard to understand the whole ass situation right now. You shudder and bite your lip. “You mean- that’s you?” You point at the audio that was paused on your laptop.
He nods by your neck, “Honestly, this would be a fun way to get my stress out.” His hand continuously massages your waist and hip. Up and down.
“What would be a- a- a fun way to get your stress out?” It was sad the way you were stuttering so much. Who can blame you? You were literally in the middle of a fun, self-focused moment.
“You know… helping you out… giving you the real thing.” Your faces were looking at one another now. A sultry smirk forms on his face and you were literally quaking in between your thighs.
“This,” he points at the audio, “This crummy audio? Why settle for this? I’m right here.” His hand makes its way to your thigh. You shiver underneath his touch. He felt confident right now. Maybe it was his testosterone or maybe it's the fact that he’s wanted to feel you for so long and finally has a chance.
He spots the way you bit your lip and takes it an inch further between your thighs. Feeling the heat coming from your aching center.
“Steven- I didn’t know it was you.” Your hand held the forearm that was near your heat, his muscles and veins tensing underneath your touch.
“Did you imagine it to be me?” The hand moved further up, at this point he was cupping your cunt. He was already rock hard. The fact that you weren’t wearing anything made him smile. “Dear me, no panties?” He leans into your neck, kissing it softly.
“Did I interrupt something? Hm?” His hand was squeezing you like you were a stress toy. You very much well be, after the day he’s had. “God, you are soaking. Should I take that as a yes?”
“God.” You swallow, looking up to your ceiling. You squeezed his forearm further, encouraging him to slide a few fingers through your slit.
He feels his length pulsate at the way your folds felt. Like they were the most moist and softest place he’ll ever feel. “You feel amazing.” He pulls his hand out and wraps his lips around his fingers. Tasting your wet juices.
“Damn it baby, you taste amazing.” His eyes changed the way they stared back at you. Primal and desperate. “Lay down. I cannot take this anymore.”
“Wh-what do you mean.” You ask innocently, watching him kneel up in front of you, unbuckling his belt before pulling his pants down. Exposing the bulge in his boxers.
“Darling, you are such a beautiful thing. I have always wanted you. In every way. But, I am not going to lie…” He pulls his boxers down abruptly, his prick swinging up. “…But I need to fuck you.” You widen your eyes at the immaculate size and girth Steven was packing. It was perfect.
Maybe it was Steven’s shit day or his pure admiration for you— or both? Yeah both. But he really wanted to fuck the ever living crap out of you.
So you obliged. Laying down, before taking off your oversized tee. Your beautiful breasts perfectly settling atop of your body, Your beloved neighbor, did not expect you to just willingly take it off like that. So he thanks you by taking his off as well.
You knew Steven was chiseled from a few nights together, his shirts would outline those delightful muscles. But, seeing him on top of you with your lights sculpting his body, it made his entire physique god-like.
You pull him down by the neck, needy to have his lips on yours. The kiss was fast but far from rough. It was soft, he could not help but feel warm from the sensation you two were experiencing.
“You are amazing.” He breathes in between your kisses.
You pull away slightly, “So are you, you have no idea.”
Your eyes stared into his, were his eyelashes always so long? He smiles down at you, it was so hypnotizing that you didn’t notice his tip slowly hovering between your clit and slit.
“Stevennn.” You whimper, tightening your grip around his neck. This makes him smile wider, looking down at his aching cock.
“I’m gonna put it inside of you now. Is that alright?” He pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. Looking up at him, you nod softly. God, you looked so innocent even though he knew damn well you were not.
Maintaining eye contact, he slams into you. Earning a loud yelp to escape your lips. You felt so full as he remained in you, not moving an inch just so you would get accustomed to his length.
“You alright, lovely?” His hand squeezes your breasts as he stares at you with a smile. With a deep sigh, you try to say ‘yes’ but it comes out more like a “yemhm”.
Steven laughs at your dick dumbness right now and coos you with his other hand. Cupping your face slightly. “I’m going to move now, alright, baby?” He struggles not to groan as he slowly pushed his cock in and out of you.
The sensation of him made you squeeze down onto him. He hisses at the feeling. “Steven… You feel so good, baby.” You pull him down to you by his neck. Placing love bites all over him.
He does the same, placing love bites all over your neck, collarbones and chest. “Yeah? Do you want me to go faster?” He speaks as he hovers over one of your nipples.
“Fuck yes.” You cradle his head between your tits. Slowly, you felt his hands go to your hips, straightening his back so he could properly slam into you.
Before you knew it, he was fucking you. Primal, fast, hungry fucking. He tightened his grip on your hips, this would surely leave bruises but, who cares? This felt amazing.
Steven was in a blissful zone of himself, so satisfied with the sight and feeling of you under him. Gone are the nights where he has to use his imagination, now he can see you perfectly clear.
His cock was making you moan, it was making you tighten around him. You pulled him down again, scratching his back in the process. It felt so good that you had to mark Steven, too.
“You’re doing so well, love. Taking all of my cock, all of your pussy. Fuck you are amazing.” His praises were ecstatic, you wish it would never end.
In your best attempt to speak, you responded. “So are you, baby.” Feeling his length dive in and out of you, hitting your g-spot so deliciously.
He quickens and deepens his pace, making your moans more audible. The musk in air filling up with sex and both of your sweat. Steven’s beads of sweat began glistening all over his chest. His curls were wet and his face was in pleasure. He looked so good.
You were riding out your high, feeling the tightness in your stomach come to its culmination. “Darling I’m going to- Fuck…” You squeezed down onto his length, he could feel the warmness of your pussy get even hotter. Sensing your cum all over his cock.
He scoops you into his arms, still pounding into you. “Oh god, beautiful, that’s it. All over my cock. Cum all over my cock.” He smiles as you feel lifeless in his arms, lost in your own high.
He pulls you to his lips for a kiss, his pace slowing down but still keeping its depth. “My turn.” He slams into you again, faster, deepening the kiss between the two of you. Your moans vibrate into his mouth, he curses at the feeling. His dick was too far gone.
Sooner rather than later, he felt his load spread into you with one quick pulse, both your juices mixing with one another. He looks down to see the mess, practically pulling his cock out carefully to see the pretty cum drip out of your glistening pussy.
He scoops it up and brings it to your lips, willingly, you take it into you mouth. “Taste us, darling. Taste our nasty filthy pleasure.” After he sees you lick his fingers clean, he kisses you deeply, tasting it as well in the process.
It was sweet and salty, your hands caressed Steven’s back as he massaged your sides.
You pull him away from your face, as if you wanted some proof that this was real, that this wasn’t just a very lucid dream.
Apparently, Steven felt the same. He wanted to see your pretty eyes looking up at him. He could not help but smile back at you as you flashed that satisfactory smile.
“So how was the real thing? Do you wanna do this again?” He plops down to your side, making you willingly wrap your leg around him. It was nerve wracking for Steven, what if he didn’t satisfy you enough?
But with a soft kiss to his jaw, you reassure him with a nod, “Definitely, much better than the audios…”
Thanks for reaadiing ✨❤️
Jake fronts for a full day
Yo why is he looking at me like that
Wassup lil bud, Got a staring problem pal?
Not My Intention (Moon Boys x F!Reader)
Content Warning: mentions of physical/mental abuse
Word Count: 3.1k
Request (Abbreviated) @twhgirl
Could you write one moon boys x female!reader, where they've been dating for a while… They notice she gets anxious and startled very easily, but when they bring it up she always brushes them off so they don't pry. They don’t know she's previously been in an abusive relationship. And maybe they're at an office party and some guy comes to her when she's alone and the boys get jealous since it's obvious he's trying to flirt with their girl. So once they go back to her and the guy leaves, they give her the silent treatment, maybe Marc or Jake could be fronting, they're not mad they just thought it would create some anticipation cause all they think about now is to get home and fuck her dumb. But when they get home, as soon as they enter she becomes a rambling stuttering mess, apologizing profusely… and it dawns on them.
Content: Angst!! Fluff, poorly translated Spanish (obligatory) this shit is pathetic and soFT (not a comment on the recommendation just my writing) reader is dating the entire MK system
This is the first time I’ve tried to write in omniscient 2nd person so forgive me if I mess up the perspective somewhere <3 Thank you for the request!!! Much appreciated
It had been just over a month since you had moved in with your boyfriends. Steven had tried to get you to move in sooner, even offering to cook you breakfast each morning to entice you, but you were trying to take this relationship one step at a time. The boys didn’t quite understand your apprehension, but they respect the boundaries that you put in place. You hadn’t told them the reason that you wanted to take things so slowly. They didn’t know about the damage your last boyfriend had left in his wake.
You had fallen absolutely head over heels for him, desperate to do anything to please him. You didn’t even care about all of the glaring red flags, like how he refused to meet your parents or to introduce himself to your friends. Before long, you had shut yourself off from everyone in order to meet his every demand. You endured the yelling, the manipulation, the guilt-tripping, and even the flat-out threats. You had even endured his escalation to violence; by then, he’d convinced you that you deserved it. It wasn’t until a particularly heated argument left you in the hospital with two broken ribs that you finally realized you had to get away from him.
And so you did. But the damage was already done. Your self-esteem was shattered and your ability to trust equally so. You hadn’t even been looking for a relationship when you first met Steven Grant, but you were so taken aback by his gentleness. At this point in your life, it was the most attractive quality a man could have. You had been fairly understanding when Steven introduced you to Marc and Jake, as you felt safer by any of their sides than you’d felt in years. They soon all three became your devoted boyfriends, and you were happy. You didn’t fully comprehend how much your past abuse still affected you, though. How it still lingered in your subconscious.
Tonight was the office Christmas party at your job. It would be the first time that your coworkers would meet your boyfriend (whomever was fronting tonight, that is). It would also be the first time that you would see all of your colleagues in one place, as this was the first office party you would be attending for the company.
Jake had convinced you to wear quite a revealing dress, insisting that he wanted everyone to see how beautiful you were and maybe even be envious because you belonged to him. You thought he looked ravishing in his own suit, complete with a plum-colored tie to match the color of your dress. The party was more crowded than you had anticipated. You’d never even met many of the employees here, and you were just as unfamiliar with their plus ones as they were with your own.
Jake was considerably more in his element than you were at a party. He was easily the most charismatic man you’d ever seen, able to stir up a conversation with any stranger in the room. You were not quite as socially confident. You spent a large portion of your night following him around. It was easy to smile and nod while he kept the conversation going with your peers. When he had spilled some of his soda onto his tie, though, he’d had to excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the sea of largely unfamiliar people.
You started by looking for someone familiar to talk to, someone you saw on a more regular basis. Finally, you found your friend Cameron sipping wine in the corner with her girlfriend. It didn’t take you long to figure out that both of them were quite drunk. You let your small talk fizzle out after it became evident that they were too far gone to keep it going, rambling over you about some trip they were taking to Rome over the holiday.
“Hey, pretty lady,” A quite inebriated man interrupted your half-listening to Cameron’s babbling. You recognized him as a new hire you’d seen once or twice, but you didn’t know his name. He made you uncomfortable, but you knew better than to be rude to creepy men at this point. “How are you liking the party?”
“It’s pretty fun,” You replied, trying to be polite but not intending to stimulate a conversation with him. “Was just talking to my friends here.”
“Oh, I’m sure they won’t mind.” He purred and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was standing just slightly too close to you, leaning into the table in a subtle effort to keep you from walking away. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself? Would think you’d have a man on your shoulder.”
“He’s in the bathroom! My boyfriend,” You added quickly, causing him to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. You hoped that he didn’t think you were lying. You continued, “I’m sure he’ll be out in just a minute.”
“Well, I’ll just wait here with you then.” He said, placing a suggestive hand on your shoulder. Your instincts told you that shoving it off would be a bad idea. “I would sure love to meet him. Say, I didn’t catch this ‘boyfriends’ name. Who’s the lucky man, sweetheart?”
“My name is Jake.” You caught a breath in your throat as Jake emerged behind the man. Feelings of relief and of guilt fought each other inside your head. Was he going to be angry at you? God, you hoped he didn’t think you were flirting. At least he was here to get this odd man away from you, though. The thoughts scrambled for dominance in your brain.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jake.” The man all but spat at your partner, dropping his grasp on your shoulder. “Quite a feisty one you’ve got here, wouldn’t you say? What a lucky guy you are.”
“Yes, she’s quite a pistol.” Jake’s expression was unamused. He wrapped his arm around your waist, more assertively than he normally did. “And uh… I didn’t catch your name. Do you work here as well?”
“Something like that.” The man replied shortly. He walked away, now uninterested as he realized you were a taken woman. And that the man you belonged to wasn’t exactly a pushover. Jake, however, looked anything but uninterested.
“Honey, who was that man?” The expression on his face was unreadable. It sent a weight to the pit of your stomach. You didn’t know how to respond.
“He’s, um…” you all but choked on the words, now genuinely upset by the look of betrayal on your boyfriend’s face. You didn’t know how to explain the man’s unwanted advances. Hell, you didn’t know if Jake would even believe you if you did. “He just started working here a few weeks ago.”
“Hmm.” Jake seemed annoyed, and you felt yourself break into a cold sweat. Despite all you knew about your partner, you were exhibiting a fight-or-flight response to his upset. Spiralling thoughts began to stir in your already fumbling brain.
Oh God, he’s mad at me. He thinks I was flirting with that man. That disgusting man! What’s he going to do? I’m gonna have to sleep on the couch tonight. But I can explain it to him! Surely he will listen to me. Oh fuck, now he’s giving me the silent treatment. Is he going to yell at me in the parking lot?
The thoughts continued to race through your mind. Of course, they couldn’t be further from the truth. Yes, Jake was giving you the silent treatment. But it wasn’t because he was upset with you. He hadn’t noticed the man’s unwanted advances--to him it appeared that the man was being playful, and that you were joking along with him. No, Jake was being silent because he was jealous. Not so much as that you’d broken his trust, but that he’d gotten himself riled up by the idea that you were his. Well, his, Marc’s, and Steven’s, but nonetheless he knew that you belonged to him.
Yes, Jake was giving you the silent treatment. But not because he was angry at you. Not because he felt betrayed by you. And certainly not because he planned to yell at you in the parking lot or on the way home. On the contrary, he planned to show you just how much he appreciated that you were his. Jake led you out of the doors of the office silently, going over his plan to fuck you into the mattress as soon as you got back to the apartment.
Your heart continued to beat out of your chest as he all but dragged you into the passenger’s seat of his car. By now, you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, but you didn’t make any comment on what you perceived to be his righteous anger. You didn’t want to cause a scene with your coworkers so close by.
He was completely silent on the excruciatingly long drive home. Your thoughts continued to escalate. So did his.
He’s got to be so angry with me.
She looks so fucking sexy in that little dress.
I think he’s gonna yell at me when we get back.
I’m gonna have to rip it off of her. I don’t have the patience to unbutton it.
Should I just apologize to him now? Would that make it worse?
I wonder if she gets off on flirting like that. Does she like making me jealous?
I should have just stayed where I was. Then he wouldn’t have come up to me.
God, I’m gonna show her how much she fucking gets me worked up.
What if he doesn’t want to forgive me? I’ll plead with him all night if I have to.
Voy a perder la puta cabeza. Tan malditamente hermosa. Y todo mio. All mine.
Perhaps if Steven was co-conscious he would have noticed the way you were shaking. He was the first in the system to notice how anxious you were on a regular basis. Of course all of your boys knew how sensitive you were, but they never pried as to why you were so apprehensive. To them, it just seemed to be your nature and, if it was something else, you would open up when you were ready.
Nonetheless, Jake was failing to notice you were on the verge of a panic attack. When he did steal glances at you between focusing on the dimly-lit road, he mistook your shortened breathing and blushing skin as evidence you had gotten into the wine at the party. He wasn’t to blame for his lack of understanding, truly. He was barely keeping himself together right now. So he really wasn’t at fault when he continued his ruse by avoiding your gaze as you made your way to the door of the apartment. He didn’t know that you failed to see his disfavor was just teasing.
After listening to his cheeky thoughts for the whole ride home, the other boys were now bordering on co-consciousness. Steven could see everything through Jake’s eyes, though he was unable to take control. Marc was holding back more intentionally, though he wouldn’t pretend that he wasn’t equally as enthusiastic. He was egging Jake on, just as heated by your body in that skin-tight dress.
“C’mon man, show her who she belongs to. Make her work for it, too.” They were all eaten up with lust, senses clouded by their desire and their excitement. It wasn’t until the apartment door slammed behind them that they were snapped back to reality.
You jumped at the way the door shook against the hinges, the sound of contact echoing through the kitchen. You tried not to panic as Jake barreled over to you, jaw locked with aggression. All of your trauma was flooding back to you now, manifesting in your rawest survival instincts. Jake raised a calloused hand up to your face and you reflexively put up your arm to shield yourself.
Then there was silence.
At least, to you. There was shouting inside of Jake’s head as the boys processed what they had just seen.
What the hell was that? Did she think we were going to… hit her? Why the hell would she think that? Is she scared of us? She’s never been scared of us before. She knows that we would never hurt her. Any of us! It must have been a reflex. A reflex? Why would she have a reflex like that?
Then there was silence in his head, too.
Of course, you couldn’t hear any of their thoughts. Your own thoughts were loud enough to fill the room. You felt immediately guilty for implying that Jake would ever hurt you. That any of them would for that matter. But you also felt a wave of pain as your mind forced you back to where those reflexes were learned. You couldn’t stop the tears before they were streaming down your face, and you couldn’t get enough air in no matter how much you gasped for it. You felt your knees buckle underneath you, luckily your partner was there to brace your collapse to the ground.
“I’m so sorry, mi Vida,” Jake stuttered, pulling your head into his chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Or to make you think I was angry. I’m not mad at you, I promise. I thought I was just poking fun. God, baby, I’m sorry.”
You struggled to regulate your breathing as he massaged your back, holding you as close as he could. His body tensed underneath you and his hands broke their rhythm, indicating someone else was trying to front. You almost felt more guilty that you were making a scene in front of all of your boys. But you were admittedly more comforted by their presence.
“Did someone hurt you, love?” Steven asked in a gentle whisper. You could only nod into his chest, your voice ravaged by the sobs overtaking your body. “We would never lay a hand on you, darling. Not one of us. Never. I swear it on my life.”
Steven continued to stroke your back, shushing you and repeating “you’re alright”s and “it’s okay”s until your breathing finally began to calm. He planted kisses on the top of your head, waiting patiently for you to regain your composure. It was several minutes before he gently asked you if you’d like to stand up off the floor.
“How’s about I make you a cup of tea, yeah? And then we can sit and talk if you’re comfortable.” Steven coaxed you over to the couch, handing you the box of tissues he kept on his desk. Your eyeliner had ruined his shirt, leaving uneven stripes down his already soda-soaked tie. He gave no indication that he minded though. In fact, he grabbed one of his own oversized night shirts for you to change into as he waited for the kettle to boil.
Finally he emerged from the kitchen with your favorite mug in hand. He’d lost his tie somewhere along his little mission to comfort, his top button now undone and his hair disheveled. You almost giggled at the thought of the two of you, hot messes barely reminiscent of your elegant pre-party selves.
“Here we are, love. Extra milk. Just how you like it.” Steven brandished an uneven grin, wary of your response as he settled on the couch next to you. He spoke genuinely as he handed you the mug. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s okay.” You began, sipping from your piping hot cup. Perfect. Steven always made it just right. You knew now that it was time to tell the three of them the truth. They’d already gathered the big idea, anyway, you supposed. They had put so much of their faith in you. Hell, they practically worshipped you. It was time you gave them the honesty they deserved. And time that you admitted to yourself how much healing you still had left to do.
You talked for hours that night. Mostly with Steven, but Jake and Marc made their appearances, too. Steven was a master of comfort, assuring you of the love and respect that you deserved. He even drew you a bath later that night, lighting your favorite candles and setting up speakers around the tub for you to play music. Jake made his fair share of threats and you had to make him promise not to go after your ex. You weren’t entirely sure he didn’t have his fingers crossed, though. Marc mostly listened. He listened intently. He also made sure to tell you how much he loved you every time you paused for breath. He would have given you the world if he could find a way to hold it in his hands.
And when you finally succumbed to your exhaustion it was Marc that held you safely in his arms. His chin nestled into your neck, he whispered sweet nothings until he heard you softly snoring. Only then did he start to relax, sure that his best girl was taken care of first. It was the best night's sleep you had ever had in your life. It wasn’t far from his, either.
Because I'm not original and I love that vine. Here's a quick Jake
Just want to tell you that I absolutely adore your work.
Oh can you draw Khonshu but in the screaming seagull meme. I imagine the lines would be "Truck stupid. TRUCK!"
Thank you so so much!
he's so done
- your smile, you're everything -
✧ pairing: jake lockley x f!reader (main) , marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader
✧ summary: you're in the kitchen cooking something up for your boyfriend, jake. when you turn to look at him and he looks back at you, your heart swells. jake feels the exact same way, maybe even more.
✧ genre: fluff/soft comfort
✧ warnings: none at all, this is pure adorbs ! ♥︎
✧ word count: 374
✧ author's note: i'm still not over moon knight and i never will be, ok. this show is everything to me and frankly, i'm still fascinated with it. i absolutely love the moonboys and i might post drabbles of them in the future depending on how this one goes. (tagging @marc-spectorr n @slenderclaw because i love them and they share their love of oscar isaac and mk with me-) this one's short !
do i have a favorite? noooo, ofc not- (jake mi amorcito 🖤)
"You smile a lot more since we've met." You told your lover, brushing the soft, ebony curls away from the frame of his face.
Jake didn't answer you right away. As corny as it sounded to him, he was losing himself in your eyes. God, he was starting to become like Steven, when he'd stare at you like some lovesick teenager, but Jake didn't care.
He could care less at this point, especially when you looked at him the way you did, as if he was the prettiest damn thing on Earth.
"I think my magic is working," you grinned, "you have a really pretty smile, you know. Really makes my day to see you like this, baby."
Ooh, no, no, after that, he knew he didn't deserve you. If he told you that, you'd spend hours giving him a whole lecture on why you disagree with him.
His smile grew a bit more at the thought.
When you cradled his face in your hands and softly rubbed your thumbs across his cheeks, he felt weak in the knees. It was a loving and kind gesture that Jake absolutely fell for.
"Really, huh?" He chuckled.
And it was funny to him, how he came to love your touches, cuddles, and everything in between. To think how before he hated physical touch, wasn't used to it at all but, to his surprise, you were patient enough with him, and as time passed, he became addicted to the feeling of your hands on him.
He fell in love with you each passing day, like a love-drunk fool. Marc would make fun of him for it, Steven too, even while they acted the exact same way when they were around you.
They all loved you.
"Yes, really really." You leaned forward to kiss his nose, then his lips.
"Now come on, food's about to get cold," you told him before pulling away to walk to the table, which had Jake almost let out a whine.
"One more kiss, amor?"
He heard your laughter in the dining room, the sound of it making him feel all bubbly inside.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll think about it, Lockley, hm?"
Who was he to refuse you?
“I haven’t laughed like this in a long time” with the Moon Knight boys might actually end me, I am BEGGING you please!!
The hair problem
paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship
my writing style is slightly different in this one.
Marc is a silly idiot in this one, don't take him seriously, he likes to tease you playfully.
Thanks to @imgoingtofreakoutnow for Spanish words and phrases 💗
warnings: cutting your own bangs lol
You shouldn't have done that. You should not have done that. But it was too late now.
Fifteen minutes ago, you have been scrolling pinterest and pictures of girls with cute bangs caught your eyes. Your eyes lit up at the mental picture of you having a full front bangs.
Part of your mind warned you not to do it by yourself. But you ignored it. You opened youtube for watching tutorials. Hey, how hard could that be?
Two tutorials later, here you are. A chunk of your luscious locks on the bathroom sink.
"Shit. Shit" you drop the kitchen scissors. Yes kitchen scissors. Look, you were in a hurry and I'm not gonna judge. We've all been there.
You don't know if you should laugh or cry.
You stare at your reflection on the bathroom mirror.
It was too short than you expected and too blunt. Your thick uneven bangs rests at your eye level, few strands longer than the rest, reaching down the corner of your right eye.
You laugh to yourself, mix of panic and humor sense at your mistake.
"Okay, I can fix this" a lie you tell yourself. A sigh escape your lips. You just need to trim a little bit at the same level. That's it.
A bad idea, really. But you are desperate to fix your bangs. You bring the trimmer near your forehead, accidentally trimming your right eyebrow in the process. Yikes. You didn't realise it until after the deed was done.
"Where is it?" you mumble to yourself with half belief, searching for the electric trimmer Marc keeps, opening and closing the doors of couple shelves.
Could this get any worse? You mutter few more profanites. Half of your right eyebrow is gone.
You should have resisted the urge and gone to sleep instead. Any urges and thoughts after 9pm was a bad idea. Now you knew that.
"Y/n, baby, where are y-" Marc stops himself, finding you in the bathroom, his eyes fixed on your bangs. "Oh my God" he pauses, "what happened?" he chuckles as if trying not to laugh fully.
"Can someone smack him for me?" you cross your arms.
"Oh, love, I'm sorry" Steven strides towards you, cupping your face in his hands. "It's alright, Y/n/n. It's not that bad. We can fix it, yeah?"
"So it looks some level of bad?" you pull away from his loving embrace momentarily to glance at the mirror again.
"I'm sorry. C'mere" Marc cuts off Steven, opening his arms in hugging gesture.
Okay fine, maybe you could hug him, you think.
His eyes moves from your eyes to your bangs.
"Don't you dare-"
"You look like Dora" he bursts into fit of laughter. His unrestrained laughter fills your ear. "I haven't laughed like this in a long time"
You couldn't help but think how lovely it sounds. When was the last time you heard him laugh like this? You laughed too at the beginning. Maybe, it's not that bad. He wouldn't actually do anything to hurt you intentionally. Besides, it's just hair, it always grows back, you mentally shrug, somewhat consoling yourself. But that doesn't mean, you forgive him that quickly.
"No, you laughed at me" you swat his extended arm playfully with a pout.
"What happened to your eyebrow?!" his expression changes when he finally notice the part of missing eyebrow when he moves the bangs.
"You really want me to ask that?" you sigh exasperatedly.
"I can shave my eyebrow too, if it would make you feel better" Steven fronts, determined to make you feel better. Oh, darling.
"No we are not shaving our eyebrow" Marc protests.
You couldn't help but laugh. Steven ever the sweetheart. But why not play a little with Marc. You can tease back too.
"Actually, I'd like that. We can match!"
"Hell no" Marc Spector would jump off a cliff for you, bring the moon closer to you if you wished. Probably be would shave his head too if you asked. But shaving half of his right eyebrow? Nah, mate. Not happening.
You can see him looking in the mirror and arguing with Steven. "No"
Marc resists hard not to grab the trimmer as Steven wanted to do it. Alright, that's when you decide to interfere and tell them you were just kidding and you were playing with Marc for his teasing earlier.
"You are evil"
"Oh, shush you big baby"
You watch Marc punch himself in the face. "Ow!"
"Doesn't feel great, right?" Steven sasses. "That wasn't me though" he smirks.
"That's for teasing my princesa" you hear Jake's accent and a smile blooms on your face.
"Our girl, Jake. She is our girl" Marc was quick to correct him.
"Not when you make her sad, hombre"
You giggle at their banter.
"Hey" you gently cup Jake's face, making him look at your eyes. "I belong to all of you" you smile. "And I know Marc was just messing around, don't worry about it, okay?" you assure Jake.
He presses a kiss to your head. "Let me fix it" he makes you sit next to the sink. "Eres hermosa, no importa qué, querida", he lifts your chin up with this fingers ever so gently, making you look in his loving eyes. With a kiss to your nose, he makes you giggle and grabs the scissors to cut off the uneven pieces and make the bangs look even. And he did.
Marc apologised again later that night. He wouldn't stop until he heard you laugh.
Now your bangs rests right above your eyebrows and after you styled it with a straightener, it actually looks pretty cute, not gonna lie. Thanks to your man Jake.
steven grant would stand up for you if someone was being rude to you and he may be a little awkward in the way he goes about it but, god he just tries to make you feel safe and valued and he knows how it feels when people are rude all the damn time so he won’t tolerate it when you’re around.
YES OKAY LISTEN—
He might be a little bit of a pushover when it comes to people being rude to him (and when I say that I mean he kinda tolerates it. Like, he’ll respond, but it takes him a lot to reach his breaking point, ya know), BUT THE SECOND SOMEONE IS RUDE TO YOU?? THAT BOY WILL NOT HESITATE.
Except you don’t realize this until one specific incident. To set the scene, you’re in the museum, waiting for Steven to get off work, with two fresh coffees in your hand. And then as you’re walking around, this guy comes around the corner, bumps into you and spills your coffee all on his suit.
And even though, it’s technically that motherfuckers fault, and you are apologizing profusely, this bitch starts to yell at you.
So obviously I think the one thing the moon boys cannot tolerate is anyone being rude to you. They’re pretty good at deescalating a situation with just their words (Jake, not so much but that’s a topic for another day), but if someone is full on screaming at you, that’s where the fucking line is drawn.
So the second Steven sees said pissed off man, and then you, who’s nearly on the verge of tears (cause you’re an angry crier), he’s moving faster than he ever thought possible.
Then somewhere along the line of calling him a ‘fucking knob’ and trying to tell him in the most intimidating way to ‘learn some bloody manners’, the guy gets dragged out by security. And once he clocks out, after you give him his still full cup of coffee (as yours was the one that got demolished), he’ll press kiss after kiss into the side of your face, handing you back the coffee, mumbling “I’d rather you have it, love.”
Can i request the moon boys reacting to y/n getting angry at a sibling over a special interest I think it might be funny seeing the moon boys reacting to y/n who is usually nice and sweet just go ballistic
I kinda lost it at my brother today swore like a sailor over marvel icronicly 🤣
I keep requesting cause i love your writing so much 💖💖
Bro?!?! Buddy?!?! Are you me?!?! This literally happens to me all. The. TIME. I know exactly how you feel. I’m flattered you think my writing is that great, I don’t mind you sending in requests at all! uwu
Pairing: Moon Boys x gn!Reader
Fic Type: Blurb
Summary: You’re typically sweet as sugar, but when your sibling teases you a little too much about a special interest, you take a turn that’s extremely surprising to your boyfriends.
A/N: This takes place in an au where Moon Knight is not in the MCU, they’re real superheroes serving the real god of the moon and the MCU is a movie series. :p (I was gonna use Star Wars, but you mentioned Marvel, so I decided to use that if that’s okay.)
Note: [Y/S/N] = Your Sibling’s Name
Rating/Warnings: 14+, strong language, probably some incorrect MCU references, an AU that doesn’t make sense b u t *shrugs* this is fanfic, bewildered Moon Bois, gn!sibling so that it’s more reader-friendly (I didn’t want to just add brother or sister lmao), cussing, swearing, and name-calling to a sibling in a loving manner, a sibling teasing reader in a sibling way, reader using crappy insults because I’m not very creative lmao
Your sibling had come to visit you in Steven’s little flat, an unexpected surprise that neither of you were anticipating in the slightest. Unannounced completely. It wasn’t bad, it was just… Startling? Yes, startling is the correct term.
I mean, the flat was a mess. Your lazy weekend was indeed the laziest of weekends. That meant lots of cuddles and not so much actually getting up to put things in the trash can, or do the laundry, or do the dishes. It looked like the flat hadn’t been cleaned in months. I mean, what were they gonna say about you to the rest of the family?! That you and your boyfriend(s) were slobs?!
Marc and Jake immediately retreated into the headspace when Steven opened the door curiously to find your sibling standing there. “Oy?! Lads?! Where’d’you think you’re going?!” Steven’s desperate thoughts were met by Marc and Jake’s unadulterated terror.
“Ohoooo no, hombré,” Jake said, turning to hide in one of the back rooms of Steven’s mind-replicated flat. “I’m not ready to face that yet!”
“Besides, Steven,”Marc reasoned, slowly backing away, “You’re the nicest and most likable out of the three of us.”
And so that was how Steven alone was promptly smushed into a bone-crushing hug. “So you’re the boyfriend!”
“U-uhm… Yes, I am?” Poor Steven voiced it like a question, glancing back over his shoulder to try and convey his fear to you as you approached with a lazy smile.
“Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” You gently pried Steven out of the hug, patting his back a little so that he might be reminded to breathe. The poor guy looked like a deer in the headlights, waiting for what he thought was the inevitable disapproval of your family member. “Steven, this is Y/S/N. Y/S/N, this is Steven.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Y/S/N shook Steven’s hand adamantly, whereas your boyfriend was a little more hesitant, a shy smile on his face. “Y/N’s told me a lot about you.”
“They have?” Steven seemed surprised. You wrapped your arms around one of his and leaned into his warmth.
“Don’t be so shocked, silly. Of course I talk about you.” To your sibling, you said with a jerk of your chin, “What’s up?”
“I was in the area for business,” Y/S/N replied, “Figured I’d swing through.”
“You have a hotel?” You inquired, pulling them further into your flat. Steven quietly shut the door behind you, ensuring that it was locked.
“Well, yeah, but it’s one of those old creepy ones like you see in scary movies.” At your frown, Steven perked up.
“Uh oh,” Marc thought, rushing into the headspace. “Don’t even think about it, Steven.”
“Amigo, if you do this, I swear to god, I will kick you in the crotch.”
“...Jake, we share a body.”
“And if he does this, we’ll be in pain already. Might as well make him suffer for it.”
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Steven offered, ignoring his alters. He saw your concern and wanted to get rid of it. You didn’t need to worry like that. He wanted to help, and the way your face lit up at the suggestion only made him more certain that this was the right thing to do– not to mention, your smile also shut his alters up for a second as they admired you.
Your sibling eagerly agreed, and while they went to collect their things from their hotel, you and Steven tidied up the apartment. You laughed and rambled on excitedly about having your sibling stay with you for a few days, and that night at dinner Steven grew more comfortable around them as they spoke, conversations touching on old family stories, amusing tales of childhood endeavors that ended in chaos, and nostalgic recollections of old places.
That is, until your sibling noticed your Marvel merchandise in the bedroom as you gave them a tour.
Comics, movies, an action figure or two, you had a connection to the movie franchise that your boyfriends found endearing. You would have them watch the movies with you, telling them all the details that they hadn’t noticed or pointing out comic Easter Eggs and similarities. They were pretty sure you could recite Black Panther line-for-line just from memory alone, and for all it was worth, the boys tried their absolute hardest to keep up with all the information, although the MCU was notoriously confusing.
“You’re still into Marvel, huh?” Your sibling joked.
“Um, yeah?” You gave them a look as if that was the dumbest question they could’ve asked.
Y/S/N just shrugged.
The boys thought nothing of it.
Y/S/N intended to stay for only three days, and on the first day, things went over smoothly. On the second, Steven overheard your sibling teasing you about your Marvel collection again. From where he sat with his book on Egyptian mythos, Steven lifted his head to listen to the exchange.
“Shut up, Y/S/N! Put that down!” You were sweet as always, your voice soft and tender.
“What, you mean your toys?”
“They’re not toys, they’re action figures.”
“Action figures. Action figures which you set on your five million Marvel comics. I’m surprised the floor doesn’t cave in.”
“Ugh, you’re impossible…”
“And you’re a geek.”
Still swapping playful banter, you and your sibling left the bedroom and went out for the day– but not before giving Steven a goodbye kiss. You pecked him a second time– “For Marc” – and a third – “For Jake” – before pulling away.
You returned later in the evening, with no sign of Y/S/N. “Where’s Y/S/N?” Steven questioned, glancing toward the door as if he expected them to enter as he spoke.
“We split up,” You answered as you started up some popcorn in the microwave. “They’ll come back later. For now, though…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. “We’ve got the evening to ourselves.”
“Sounds lovely, darling,” Steven hummed, kissing your cheek. His arms wrapped around your waist, hugging you close. “Marc says it’s your turn for movie night.”
“I know!” You chirped excitedly as the corn kernels in the microwave started popping. Steven– and Marc and Jake, within the headspace– watched fondly as you zipped around him, headed for the tv remote. “I know exactly what we’re watching.”
“Age of Ultron?” Steven guessed, eliciting a scoff from you.
“No. We’re watching the first Avengers. The original.”
As you prepared the streaming site, Steven continued where you’d left off with the popcorn, getting out the designated gigantic bowl and your favorite drinks. It was then that your sibling walked through the door, all smiles and warm greetings until they seen what you were putting on the tv. “Ugh. Avengers again? Haven't you seen it a billion times already? Give it a break, will ya?”
Steven, Marc, and Jake watched as you put your hands together like you were praying, taking a deep breath.
And then, you just…
It was like an atomic bomb went off or something.
“Alright, listen up you fucking dingbat,” You said— you! Their sweet Y/N, cussing?! The boys stared with wide, surprised eyes as you kept going. “I don’t give a shit— nay, two shits— what the fuck you think about my interests, because that’s just what they are. My interests. Hear that? Lemme say it again for your brain cells in the back: my. Fucking. Interests. So that means whatever two-cents you care to drop are promptly shoved in the ‘who-gives-a-fuck’ bin, which is lower on the goddamn rung than the ‘i-don’t-give-a-shit’ barrel. You’re here as my guest you fucking skunk-wad, and while you’re here you can either shut your damn mouth and enjoy the damn movie I’m putting on for entertainment, or walk the fuck away and go on casually about your boring-ass evening in whatever way you choose. But it’s my turn for movie night, dammit, so we’re fucking watching Avengers. Unless you wanna go fucking prance around the flat, then be my guest. Otherwise, shut up, fuck off, peace out.”
With that, you plopped on the couch as if nothing had happened. “Steven, honey, you can bring the popcorn. Come sit down.”
Steven very cautiously approached, feeling for all the world as if he were a soldier sneaking between two opposing lines of fire, still wide-eyed with shock. Did that just happen?! He was surprised when Y/S/N only nodded, as if impressed by your outburst. Steven sat beside you and braced for the worst, especially when your sibling sat down on his other side. You pushed play.
And simultaneously, you both grabbed a handful of popcorn.
What the bloody hell?
What the hell?
Then you both started excitedly making references and pointing out keys of the plot, as if you hadn’t snapped at your sibling. Oh, well. I guess we fight like that a lot, don’t we?
“Yeah, you’re right,”Marc shrugged within the headspace. “Though… I’ve gotta admit…”
“That was… Extremely sexy of them,” Jake added when Marc lost his words.
Steven didn’t vocalize it, but he didn’t need to. He was in full agreement. When your sibling left the next morning, Steven told you almost before the door had completely shut, “Y’know that was really bloody hot when you told them off, love.”
You laughed, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “You think so?”
“Yeah,” Steven admitted softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Jake and Marc think so, too.” You hummed, thoughtfully. Maybe even somewhat shyly. You’d hardly ever gotten more than frustrated, so your little sailor-swear outburst was unexpected, even for you. You were drawn out of your thoughts, a peal escaping from your throat as Steven tickled your sides a little to get your attention. “We’ve got ourselves a little spitfire, lads!”
And from then on, that’s what you were.
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The Bird Ruins Date Night
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (w/ mentions of Moon Boys x Reader)
Summary: Every month you and your friends go out and do something fun. This time you get your palms read, and your boyfriend Marc joins you. Unfortunately, so does Khonshu.
Warnings/tags: Mentions of trauma & a bit of angst from Marc. But mostly good vibes (I promise). Established relationship, kisses, relationship things.
Word Count: 2.2K
A/N: credit to @perioddramasource for the GIF. This isn't my usual thing to write but it was a requested fic & I really enjoyed doing a bit of research for it, so I hope you guys enjoy! As always, if I portrayed anything incorrectly please call me out on it!
"Marc, please! It'll be fun!" You're trying to convince your boyfriend, but he's shoved his fingers in his ears and is blatantly ignoring you. You give him a playful push as he's on the couch beside you, and fakes falling off. He laughs and slides up next to you.
"I don't know Y/N..." Marc glances at his watch. You're supposed to leave to meet your friends in an hour and he knows you're going to leave with, or without, him.
"It's our week to have a date night and this is the perfect opportunity. You know it." You pause the show the pair of you were watching and try to get off the couch.
Marc pulls you back and wraps you in his arms, "Yeah I know, baby. But it's not exactly a date if all your friends are there. Maybe we can stay in and cuddle?"
He very slowly begins to squeeze you in his arms, and you wriggle and laugh.
"Oh come on! Sure my friends will be there, just imagine it as like a bunch of platonic double dates...a quadruple date, if you will."
There's a beat of silence, and Marc sighs. He stops squeezing, knowing that you'll want to start to get ready soon. You stand up from the couch and make a pouty face, "Steven would do it."
Something passes through Marc, and you know he's talking to Steven, seeing if what you're saying is true. The genius thing about having three boyfriends is that sometimes, only sometimes, you can get them to do something, simply because another one of them would do it. You like to think of it as a bit of healthy competitive-ism.
Marc shoots up from the couch, "That's it. Even Jake said he'd do it. I can't believe these idiots are convincing me to do this."
An hour later the pair of you meet up with your friends. You see them once a month to do fun and crazy activities you wouldn't normally do. Marc came to one of them before - an evening of paintballing. It's safe to say you were glad Marc was on your team, and the rest of your mates were convinced Marc was some sort of paintballing god. You had stifled a laugh at that.
Even though Marc shared the body with Jake and Steven, it was way easier explaining to your friends that you just had one boyfriend like any other person, not three boyfriends who all were living in the same body. Sometimes you'd nearly slip up and say the wrong name to your friends, but you always managed to recover it. So, for friendly gatherings, Marc was Marc and Marc alone.
Tonight, you're seeing a palm-reader, and you could tell why Marc was feeling nervous. His body held secrets that might even spook a clairvoyant.
"It'll be okay, I promise." You whisper to Marc as your friends gather at the front of the building. It's a cute little place in the centre of the city, it's exterior playing on the traditional fortune-teller vibes of flickering neon signs that look like candles, and a black cat statue at the door. It's a little cheesy, but it also reminds you of how old and important chiromancy is. It's something that has existed for generations, and it's something that has always intrigued you. As your friends walk inside, greeted by the palm-reader, you can't help but smile.
The palmist is a gorgeous lady, who wears a flowy black skirt and a grey tee that reads "coffee and fortune telling". She seems very chilled out, and her eyes pass over every single one of you and your friends before leading you into the centre room. There's a circular table and nine chairs set around it.
"Please," the palmist gestures, "each of you take a seat."
You follow her request. Your friends are all giggling and talking to one another and one of your friends whisper something to you but you barely hear - you're watching the way Marc sits down, the way he rubs his palms across his jeans, how his eyes flick between the clairvoyant and the corner of the room.
You sit beside him and take his hand. He sighs and whispers into your ear, "He's here."
"Shit. We can leave, if you want?" You whisper back. Everybody is still chatting and laughing, and nobody even notices how nervous Marc looks.
Marc simply shakes his head, and when your friend leans over to ask a question, Marc puts on a smile and answers with a laugh. It was scary how well he could hide his emotions.
The room falls silent as the palm-reader takes the only empty seat, the one that's directly next to Marc. He squeezes his eyes shut, glances one more time at the corner of the room, and then tries to focus on the chirologist.
She gives a brief explanation of what the night will entail, how palm reading works and how none of you have to do anything that you don't feel comfortable with. She makes a joke about how she can sense a presence in the room, and Marc's hand grips yours a little tighter. You're sure it's just apart of her act to build the suspense, but if it's not...you try to not think about it.
When she's done explaining she turns to Marc, "How about you first? Up for the challenge?"
All of your friends smile and cheer Marc on, and you think he's going to back down. But, he doesn't. He puts on the fake smile, removes his hand from yours and lays them both on the table.
"Crack on, doll."
Beside you, a friend nudges your ribs with their elbow. They wiggle their eyebrows at you, excited to see what's about to be revealed. Suddenly, you can't believe you thought it would be a good idea to bring Marc along. He was a palm-reader's dream, and Marc's worst nightmare.
"I'm going to take your left hand."
The palmist takes Marc's hand in hers. She begins tracing lines, staring deeply into his palm. She frowns and pulls faces and you're not sure what's real or what's apart of the act, if there is an act. If she's as good as everybody says she is, then she could probably see Marc's entire life in the palm of his hand.
"Let's start with your hand type...your square palm and short fingers indicate an earth type." She smiles at Marc, "Which is good. It means you're a man of logic. You're grounded and reliable. You work with your hand's right? I can tell."
Marc nods along, but you can tell his eyes keep flickering to the corner of the room. You swear, if you ever met that stupid bird god one day, you'd smack him right in his bony beak.
"But, this hand type, it means you can also be stubborn. And your own thoughts can consume you. But only if you let them."
"Okay..." It's as if Marc only half hears her, but the weariness in his voice suggests he's worried for her to continue. You reach out to touch his leg, and rub slow circles on his thigh. He looks at you, with his dark, gorgeous eyes, and smiles slightly. "It's okay, baby. I want to know."
His voice is soft, and full of earnest. Then he turns to look at your friends, "Can't exactly wimp out in front of everyone, can I?" He winks, which you know is put on, but your mates laugh. He turns his attention back to the palm-reader.
She cups his hand slightly, revealing the fleshy mounts of his skin. "Ah, here. You see this here? This is the Sun mount, which is the highest of them all." She rubs her finger against the mount just under his ring finger, "It suggests you can be quick-tempered and prideful. But, don't worry. It isn't permanent. Those may be feelings that you're experiencing only now. Your hands change over time, as do your mounts and their meanings."
"Good to know." Marc seems somewhat speechless, and as are you. Everything she's saying about Marc is right, but she's not even explored the sensitive side that he has. You hope his palm reveals something good, because now Marc's eyes have lingered elsewhere. They linger just behind one of your friends, as if Khonshu has got closer to watch the show. Piss off, pigeon.
"Now, let me look at your life line. And don't panic, none of it is linked to your length of life. It only reflects your well-being, and the events that have happened in your life."
There's a beat of silence as she examines Marc's hand. "Oh. I see. Your life line is short, and quite shallow. It suggests you've been manipulated in your past, which I'm sorry to hear."
Marc's eyes instantly shoot up to look at Khonshu, which of course, nobody else can see. It gives the room a sense of tension, and you see your friends glance at one another. Nobody wants to say anything, and your tongue feels fat in your mouth. This was such a bad idea.
"Alright. Keep going. You're pretty good at this." Marc's jaw flexes, and you know he's gritting his teeth.
"Okay. Let's see...your head line is pretty deep. Pretty long too. It means you're a clear and focused thinker."
Surprisingly, Marc let's out a small chuckle. "That's interesting."
A few of your friends laugh, and it eases the tension.
"Keep the good stuff coming, doll."
Marc instantly feels more relaxed beside you, and you wonder if Jake or Steven had said something. Maybe Khonshu got bored, and disappeared. You could only hope.
"Your love line," The palm-reader flicks her eyes between you and Marc, and smiles widely, "it suggests you're content with your love life. I'm glad to hear it."
There's a bunch of awww's and comments ("how cute is that?!") which all make you blush. Marc turns to wink at you, and you know its genuine.
"How about we see what your fate line is like, and then you're done." The palm-reader touches Marc's hand once again and her smile drops slightly. "Oh. Interesting. Your line, see here? It's all broken up. I'm afraid it means you're prone to many changes in your life. Often caused by external forces."
Marc's about to comment on the clairvoyant's reading when his eyes shoot to the corner of the room. He shakes his head once, and then, the light's flicker.
Everybody moves away from the table with gasps. Marc swears and then he's on his feet, leaving the room before anyone can stop him.
"I knew I felt a presence. I'd say there's something with us today." The chirologist is staring right at you, as if she's expecting you to give her the answer. Your friends are spooked and are looking at you with wild, confused eyes.
"I have to go. I have to help Marc."
You're on your feet and out of the building before anybody can ask any questions. You can hear shouting in the alleyway beside the building. Marc is shouting at nothing.
"Why do you have to ruin everything? Can I not have one date night in peace you stupid, ugly bird?" There's venom in Marc's voice and his fists are clenched. And, if you didn't know Khonshu really existed, you would have thought he was insane.
There's a beat of silence where Khonshu is obviously talking. Then Marc goes again, "You think it's amusing? Ruining my life? Ruining Steven's and Jake's life? Ruining Y/N's life? You're full of crap."
As if by Khonshu's doing, the streetlight you're stood under illuminates brighter until Marc is forced to look. His defensive demeanour drops. He turns back to quickly look at Khonshu, but by Marc's reaction, the bird's gone.
"Marc-" You start to apologise but Marc closes the distance between you and grabs you in a hug before you can say anything.
"It's not your fault. That stupid bird has issues. Likes to make life harder for me."
You pull away from the hug and kiss Marc. It's brief but you can tell it settles his nerves. "How about you let Jake take over for a while? Or Steven? He's always good with calming your nerves."
The pair of you hold hands in the alleyway. Your friends are probably wondering where you are, but you don't care. You'll drop them a text later and explain Marc felt a bit overwhelmed or something. Whatever you say they'll believe.
"No. It's our date night, I want to be present. You know, I don't want you to think this was a bad date. The palm reader was good, spot on really. It's just Khonshu. He likes being a bit of a dick."
"That's an understatement." You laugh and Marc laughs with you, "How about we get a takeaway or something? Finish date night the right way."
Marc likes the sound of that, and he kisses your forehead. "Let's go, baby."
Sometimes the bird ruins date night, but you couldn't let that get to you. Your love for one another knew no ends, and no moon god was going to get in the way of that.
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Don't buy khonshu from shein
(The bois while they fronting)
Steven: working in a museum
Marc: got married, tomb hunting
Jake: driving a limo, killing people
Y/n: full knowledge about the other three, drinking their (NOT British) tea and waiting which boy is gonna take control
Jake: ugh, ¿why is so hot in here?
Y/N: HEY I KNOW YOU ARE HOT BUT WHY ARE YOU TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF?!
Me realizing I haven’t posted any headcanons about Marc yet (that literally NO ONE asked for), bUT I can’t get this thought out of my head, so here’s a super quick hc for our precious Marc Spector <33
I definitely feel like Marc is the type of person who would fall for you last, not because it’s hard to love you, but because he refuses to become attached to you. He refuses to fall in love again because he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt anyone else.
Steven and Jake would fall for you relatively quickly. Your kind and understanding demeanor was hard to resist, and your beauty and drive were the cherries on top. It doesn’t take long for Marc to realize that he’s falling for you, though, and as much as Steven and Jake pester him about it, telling him to just admit that he likes you, he doesn’t make any moves to show you how he feels. He doesn’t want anyone to know his feelings, not even his alters.
HOWEVER, he wouldn’t be able to help himself at some point, and I feel like whenever he has the chance to, he would buy you little gifts and trinkets. He’d leave them on the table, with a little card with your name on it for when you come home, and he would let you think that Jake or Steven left it for you.
The two would be utterly unaware that Marc was the one leaving it though, thinking that the other was the one who left it because they knew that they personally weren’t the one who got the gift for you.
It becomes obvious though, when you thank Jake one night for the flowers, and Jake tells you that he wasn’t the one who gifted them to you.
“What do you mean you didn’t... Jake, I literally just talked to Steven, and he said you were the ones who bought these for me?”
Jake and Steven would piece it together waaay before you do, and Jake covers for Marc temporarily, passing it off as a joking comment and that he had been the one who bought it for you.
On the other hand, Marc knows at that exact moment that he’s been figured out, and he’d probably panic because Steven would definitely freak out about it (in a positive way), and Jake would tease him and say things like, “I knew it!” .
He’d probably take a couple more weeks before he tells you how he feels because he’d chicken out of telling you every time. It takes a little more push from Steven and Jake before he gains enough confidence to confess to you.
This has been bouncing around in my head for days now. I'm sorry.
Warnings: angst, mentions of past torture and rape, a bit of fluff at the end? Kind of
The Little Scar
Steven didn't notice it; how could he? Marc didn't notice it at first, either. But Jake... Jake saw it immediately. It was thin, and white, barely visible even, but he still saw it.
When they had first met her, first spoken to her, she'd opened her mouth, but her expression shuttered and she quickly closed it, bringing her hands up to sign her answer. To Jake, it had looked as if she was going to verbally respond and had decided against it; then he saw it. She'd swallowed nervously and his eyes had been drawn to her throat, where a thin, long, white scar sat in the center; he didn't mention it to either of his alters, and he didn't ask her about it.
Marc had noticed it a few weeks later and had made the mistake of pointing it out to Steven, who had asked about it out of concern.
Her fingers made an aborted move towards her throat and her eyes took on a faraway look. When she snapped out of it, she'd signed that she wasn't ready to talk about it, and Steven had apologized before changing the subject.
Jake couldn't forget the look in her eyes; almost haunted.
Jake never pushed, never tried to force her to talk, and never brought it up. Marc and Steven never tried to force her to talk either, but they did, on occasion, bring the scar up. She always told them she wasn't ready and they never failed to apologize for bringing it up.
It'd been almost two years now since they'd met her and she still couldn't talk about it. It wasn't that she didn't trust them - she did - it was just hard to talk about something she'd rather forget. That all changed a week before the anniversary of their meeting.
Her and Marc had been out, just strolling around the streets, basking in the beauty of London at night. There were very few people out at this time and they were using it to their advantage. Marc's arm was draped over her shoulder, keeping her pressed into his side; he noticed immediately when she stiffened.
Her eyes caught a flash of long, curly, dirty blonde hair and it felt like her heart stopped. Her throat ached and her body shook as memories flashed in her mind.
Cold blue eyes, a stern expression, annoyance at her screams, a flash of cold steel.
She hadn't even noticed she'd stopped moving, didn't register Marc calling her name with more and more urgency. She was too busy staring unseeing at where she had caught the flash of blonde hair; she knew it wasn't him, couldn't be, but it looked like him and that was enough.
She flinched when hands gripped her shoulders, no sound leaving her throat even as tears streamed down her face and her vision began to darken; she couldn't breathe. The hands removed themselves quickly, as if their owner had been burned, and was replaced by the gentlest of pressure on one of the sleeves of her jacket; she barely noticed it, even as it lead her back to their flat.
She came back to herself slowly, gentle words of Spanish flowing into her ears. She couldn't understand them yet, was still trying to match her breathing to what she was realizing was Jake's; hadn't she been with Marc?
She blinked her eyes a few times, finally managing to focus her vision enough to see Jake with a devastated look on his face; it broke her heart to see.
"I'm okay," she signed, but Jake only frowned deeper. She didn't realize why until she noticed just how bad her hands were shaking still. She thought about how she had flinched when Marc had grabbed her shoulders, how long it took them to tell her about their past, about how careful Jake was in not touching her at the moment.
She took a slow breath in, forcing her hands to steady enough and let it all come out. She explained how she had been abducted several years ago, how she had been held captive for over a year, how he had made her stay naked, how he had touched her and reveled in her fear, in her screams and cries. How he had eventually gotten tired of them, how he had hired someone to cut open her throat and remove her voice box, damage her vocal cords beyond repair, so he wouldn't have to listen to her anymore. She explained how she had been saved by his brother, who had discovered the truth and gotten her out, gotten her away.
She cried, and her hands shook, but still, she told them. And when she was finally done, she hesitantly told them what had triggered her panic attack, the flash of dirty blonde hair she had seen. Jake hesitantly asked if he could hold her and she had practically collapsed into his arms.
His arms were tight around her, firm yet not confining; they made her feel safe in a way she hadn't felt in years. Her breathing finally evened out, and she fell asleep, unaware of the rage boiling within her boys.
Jake looked down at her as she slept peacefully in his arms and then caught the gaze of his alters in the mirrors by the bed. For once, they were all on the same page. Whoever it was that had done this to her... they were a dead man walking.
Part 2 has been posted!
Hey y'all got any dark/yandere prompts in your back pocket? I have the writing itch but none of my current wips are biting me in the ass wanting to be written and I don't wanna waste it.
Thank you for your time!
A-Moonlit-Omen or 🌕
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Yandere Body guard Jake
Rich reader x Body guard Jake who you hired starts to take more and more control over your life. Treating you less and less like a functioning adult and more like a spoiled baby.
Soon enough he makes you hold his hand to cross the street. And you’ve got a curfew. And your not allowed to hang out with some of your friends cause:
“ they’re a bad influence “
And when you start to “rebelle “
He drags you over his lap.
“ tch tch tch, what happened to my good girl huh?? You used to be so well behaved”
He tells you off as he Assaults your backside without mercy.
You plead for him to stop but he’d shush you.
“ so disobedient,what a bad girl” he tells you as you sob over his knees.
Imagine you've made him particularly frustrated or irritated. When he first grabs you to punish you, you're like a little wild thing, cursing and clawing and crying.
And when he forces you over his knees, his breathing is ragged and that affectionate glow in his eyes has turned into something darker.
"You. Will. Learn. To. Behave!“
He rasps, each word punctuated by his hand coming down hard against your bottom and upper thighs.
And When he’s done with her and she’s crying and shaking he gathers her up in his arms and soothes her like he’s not the reason why she’s crying.
“ shhhh it’s ok, awwww my poor baby, I’m so mean to you huh??? Bet you won’t try that shit again”
he’d say a mocking tone, his hands massaging your aching ass and wiping your tears.
“ you know I’m only doing this because I love you right? I want what’s best for you baby. Now. What did we learn ? Hmm ?”
Both? In a way. One moment, mocking you as he's wiping tears from your cheeks, and the next so gently asking if you've learned your lesson.
You know he's only ever mean when you give him a reason, right? He understands, sometimes little girls like you just need to push boundaries. It's why you need.
Him, to set you back right.
ok but Steven's attempts at a Time Out mid-fight has gotta work eventually right?
Steven is talking. He's talking a lot, hands up and open, he and his bright white suit and mask a confusing vision to the armed infiltrators before him.
Marc is in a reflection of a pane of protective display glass, trying not to force himself to the front.
"When has this ever worked?" he tries, talking over Steven where only he can hear.
Between sentences about taking 'a minute to get on the same page, yeah?', Steven, under his breath, says "It's always worth a shot, innit? I've got this," and continues his somewhat meandering attempt at convincing these would-be-thieves to thieve elsewhere.
Marc groans. "Fine. But I'm not stepping in when you get stabbed this time."
(Steven knows he will, he has every other time. Even since Steven has learned to fight properly, Marc still won't let him take the brunt of the damage.)
Then, miraculously, it actually works. At Steven's explanation of what exactly it is they're trying to steal for their boss: valuable cultural artifacts, to be kept for status, for a personal, private collection, not even to /sell/? They step down, put away their weapons, and leave, not interested in putting their lives on the line for their bosses' self-aggrandizing colonialist decor that won't even earn them any money.
Steven's unsullied white suit, glowing eyes, and infectious energy juxtaposed against the unconscious, tied-up bodies of their rival gang's guards helped too, Marc figures, but he wasn't going to bring that up to Steven.
Once they're out of the warehouse, leaving Marc and Steven to themselves, Marc takes the front, dissolving the suit away. He refuses to look at the reflection of Steven in the display glass.
Steven doesn't wait for him to. "Told you it would work, didn't I?" He is radiating when Marc finally looks to him, pumping both his fists in victory. "All it takes is a little chatting to sort shit out sometimes, y'know?"
Marc sighs, rolling his eyes. He sets his jaw, maintaining his unamused expression as best he can. He's annoyed that Steven's right, but he's also holding back a smile at Steven's winning lap, moving from glass pane to glass pane, pacing in excitement.
"Kid's got a point." The not-yet-familiar voice comes out of nowhere, and Marc flinches hard, swearing as his shoulders seize up to his ears. He finds Jake opposite Steven in another reflection.
Marc barely hears Steven's, "Kid?" as he's recovering from the shock, exhaling all the breath and forcing (some of) the tension out of his body.
"I told you not to do that," Marc half-grumbles, through gritted teeth, gesturing pointedly with one hand at his newly acquainted alter.
Jake's flat expression shifts minutely, a suggestion of a shrug.
Marc exhales and stares. "What?"
"He said I have a point." Steven beams, seemingly over the "kid" thing for now.
"Yeah?" Marc side-eyes Jake, skeptical.
"Sometimes talking shit out is the best way to go." He shrugs fully this time, hands finding their way to the pockets of their jacket.
Marc makes a sound in his throat. "Thought you were more about bashing heads."
Jake scoffs, and if Marc didn't know better, he'd think Jake was offended. "I'll bash heads, sure, but I'm gonna fucking get out of a shit situation whatever way I can."
"So time-outs have worked for you?! More than once?"
"'Course. Everybody wants something. A little sweet-talk goes a long way." Another shrug. A small smirk, Marc thinks. He is still so un-used to seeing their face be used by another person, with his own range of microexpressions. "Cash too."
"That's aces, mate. Next time, you should step in and show us how you do it!"
"Uh. Maybe." Jake's sharp eyes land on Marc for a second, before jutting his head slightly to him for Steven. "If el jefe is good with it."
Marc pauses, turning in full to Jake's image in the glass.
"How come I'm 'kid' and you're 'the boss'?" Marc can hear Steven say over his shoulder, but he's focused on Jake.
It's still not easy to read him. Marc had never found it easy to read anyone, much less the brick wall of a man he'd only recently learned was living inside his head too. But as he eyes Jake, he thinks he sees it, what it means. He's reaching for Steven's outstretched hand, but asking for Marc's before he takes it.
The furrow of Marc's brow lessens and he stands a little looser. "Yeah, maybe. We'll see."
Jake nods curtly, and there's a shift in his eyes, a loosening of his expression. A softening, even. Marc gives a nod back.
Steven's reflection pokes into the pane next to Jake's, his soft grin turning down as he eyes the unconscious men on the floor. "Lovely. Now, what exactly are we doing with these blokes again?"