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[devilish-mirage]

Cute

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Summary; A boring night at the inventory with Steven somehow turned into a rather interesting row of events when you discovered just how easily flustered your co-worker really is.

Tags; Reader loved to tease Steven, idiots in love, mutual pining (sort of), suggestive theme, fluff, fluff, fluffy goodness!, Subby Steven and Dom Reader vibes, Marc and Jake as Steven best wingman, Donna cockblocking us, this fic used a lot of cheesy pick up lines

Word count; 2,4k

A/n; thank u as always for translating the Spanish sentences, bebé <3 @friendlyneighbourhood-parker

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You huffed tiredly, silently celebrating when you scanned the last item in the box but then you caught the sight of another box not too far away from you, the box was full with unscanned items making you groaned in annoyance.

You sighed, deciding to take a quick break from that nauseous repeated motion. Propping your chin in the palm of your right hand, you shifted your eye sight to your co-worker who shared your unfortunate fate, Steven Grant who sit just a few feet away from you on another desk full of unscanned items.

The man's eyebrows furrowed every now and then when the old scanner doesn't work, you cringed when he dropped an item down, you saw him muttered something underneath his breath and picked the item back up.

He always come with messy hair and wrinkled mismatched shirt, today is no exceptions, as if he had no time to iron them properly. Did he not care about his image in the working environment? Well, you guess that's why he's always late.

You sometimes wondered why he's still working here. Donna, the manager of this section doesn't seem to like him at all and if you're being completely honest the pay is not that good either.

Truth be told he's a pretty passionate person if it came to tour guiding, you've seen him multiple times cosplaying as a tour guide, why didn't Donna gave him the part anyway?

He shifted his gaze towards you slowly as if he's afraid of getting caught but alas you caught him in the middle of the act, throwing him a lazy smirk making him quickly looked back down at the item on his hand, as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

"Cute." You muttered, smiling widely as you watched him try to get a grip on himself. Placing both of your hand on the desk, you straighten your back, softly calling out for him, your voice rang through the empty room loudly.

"Hey, Steven?"

He looked back up immediately, shouting his answer, "Yes!" you saw him cringed at himself before he cleared his throat, "Y-yes?" he said again, quieter this time.

"Do you know what bees make?"

You felt yourself smiled at his confused face, "Honey?" he hesitantly say his answer making you grin wider at him.

"Yes, honey?"

You saw how his eyes went wide as saucers and he opened his mouth, stuttering the words but you didn't really cared about them right now, the only thing that mattered is how adorable he looked as he crumbled beneath your stare.

Stumbling and looking anywhere beside your face as his cheeks reddened at that simple sentence that you just said.

You really think he awoken something in you and you're not complaining. You felt the smile grew wider on your face. Oh, you'll know the days would fun from now on.

That was the first of many times you'll tease him with cheesy pick up lines.

"Hey, can I borrow a pen?"

You suddenly appeared behind him, smiling widely at his figure as he searched the item on his body, "I didn't bring any."

"How about a pencil?"

You said, he shook his head to the side softly, his eyes softened, frowning slightly at your direction. "That too, sorry."

You mirrored his frown, sighing softly before muttering, "Damn, then how could u draw my attention every single time?" out loud.

You looked up and met his eyes, you can't fight the smile from forming as he stood there, in silenced with his eyes wide open- like a deer in highlights.

He gulped, feeling himself getting nervous underneath your stare, he always find you to be so pretty and confident, it's intimidating.

"I- uh,"

He stuttered making you hummed softly at him, leaning closer so you could hear him better, not missing the way his breath hitched when you're just inches away from him.

"Go on, Steven. Let me hear you."

He couldn't said it, not when you're like that. The way his heart is beating so loudly reached his ears, he's afraid that you'll hear his rapid heartbeat.

"Nevermind,"

He muttered, looking down on his shoe as he held his breath, you smell so good but he doesn't want to feel like a creep.

"I think there's something wrong with my eyes," You suddenly said, without wasting a second he looked up again, eyes boring straight into yours.

"Are you alright? Do you need anything?!" he unconsciously leaned closer with a worried mixed with panicked expression, too busy worrying about you to notice how startled you looked at his action, he also didn't notice how the glint in your eyes slightly shine.

Oh? What's this?

"I can't take them off of you, Steven."

He shut his mouth before letting a breath out. You're just so- You almost had a heart attack when he suddenly looked back, facing his back at you.

"I- Is that Donna calling me? I gotta go!"

He looked back at you and nervously smiled at you, nodding his head repeatedly and stumbling his way to the back.

Your gaze didn't left his back until he's completely out of your sight, shaking your head softly while smiling.

"Cute."

Ever since that day you've noticed that Steven has been very busy. Donna did in fact called for him a few days ago, she assigned him a couple works to do, sadly you only share a few of them and you didn't want to admit it but you kinda miss that easily flustered coworker of yours.

Thankfully you just finished this week meeting, too busy staring at Steven to noticed that all of your co-workers has left the both of you on your own.

When you finally did realized, you caught yourself waltzed your way to him, smiling slightly as he focused on his notes instead of his suroundings, he always got lost in his own world, that's such a Steven thing to do.

"You should really try (Insert the name of your country here)'s foods."

That's the first thing that you said to him. He looked up, smiling softly at your direction as you stood next to him. It's been a few days since you've talked and he also share the same feeling as you did.

"Oh- of course, I've been meaning too. "

You nodded your head, looking ahead for a second before shifting your gaze towards him again, smiling as you said the word, "I have a recommendation."

"What is it?"

"It's-"

"Wait, Let me write it down, I don't want to forget it." he cut you off, looking down again to grab a pen and tried to find an empty page on his note.

You chuckled at his behavior, leaning slightly towards him, "Me."

The pen on his grasp halted, did you just said what he thought you did?

"Excuse me?"

You raised an eyebrow at him with an innocent expression, "I'm from (country)," stepping closer to him with each word that fell from your lips. "You could try me."

He unconsciously stepped backwards, his hands trying to grab anything that could help me calm down but he was met with a wall.

"But you're not food?"

He nervously smiled when he felt his back already hit the wall behind him, you hummed at him, letting your gaze fell to his lips for a moment.

"I don't know, why don't you try and find out?"

His breath hitched once you brushed your fingertips on his forehead, brushing away the hair that covered his face.

"Are you guys flirting again?"

You looked back and stare at Donna who already folded both of her hand in front of her chest with a deep frown painted her face.

"That could wait." She said, her voice was slightly louder and tinted with annoyance as if she knew you were about to mock her.

You smiled at her direction but let out a, "It really couldn't." under your breath.

She only motioned her head to the side, silently asking you to follow her.

"Bummer." You let out another breath, looking back to where Steven is. He stood there in all his awkwardness as he watched the two of you interacted.

"I'll see u in a bit, Steven."

You winked at him and turned your back, making your way to the door, you wouldn't let the teasing end of course, you purposely sway your hips to the side seductively.

You slightly turned your head and caught a glimpse of him checking you out, you giggled. He's really easy to read, such a cute fellow.

"All you have to do is flirt back, Steven."

"no es tan difícil, hermano." (It's not that hard, brother)

"It is, Jake!"

He suddenly shouted to the mirror, his face fell, immediately regretting his action the next second.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head, "I'm just really nervous around her." he looked back up to stare at his alters, "I don't know what it is."

"Really?" his alters only raised their eyebrows at him, he could clearly heard their tone, it was lanced with a lot of sarcasm, "You really don't know?"

Steven bit his lips, gulping his saliva down as he thought to himself before saying the words that was on his mind, his thoughts about you.

"She's just that pretty, alright!" He finally admitted, "She's confident, kind, also she's very good with words."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah! She also smells really nice, I swear the way she smiles light up the room like how could someone look so-"

Steven suddenly stopped mid sentences, while both of his alters shared a knowing look to one another.

Oh, oh. The realization came to him and it hit him like a train, he looked at his alters who looked back at him with a teasing smirk plastered on their face.

"Did you finally get it?"

Steven only nodded his head without a word, too embarrassed to say anything, he palmed his forehead as he tried to hide his blush.

Steven strode inside the inventory in confidence, today's the day, today is the day he'll finally threw a pick up line at you and caught you off guard, he also planned to ask you out, he took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, we got your back."

"así es." (That's right)

He silently thanked his alters, sitting in his place, his gaze already fixated on your face.

You could felt your skin getting hot because how hard he's been staring at you.

"No pick up line today?"

He said making you let out a small laugh, shaking your head slightly to the side you said, "I have no pick up lines in mind because I only have you in my mind right now."

He nodded his head, nervously gripping his jacket before taking them off, it's getting pretty hot.

Gulping as he repeat the pick up line that he picked. You wouldn't know but he spend a lot of time arguing on which pick up line is the best.

"Um, y/n?"

"Hm?"

You hummed at him, not looking up and continued to scan the item in your hand.

"What's your last name?"

You raised an eyebrow at that, that's new.

"L/n," you said, putting the item down and finally meeting his eye, he could almost felt like he'll melt. "that's my last name."

"C-could you spell it for me?"

He cursed himself in his mind, how could he stuttered?

You didn't really pay any mind to it and spelled your last name for him, slowly letting the alphabets fall from your lips as you keep your eyes still at him who seem to be writing them down, you wonder what's it for though.

"It's kinda hard,"

You stood up, "Let me help you write-" already making your way to him before he cuts you off, "Wouldn't it be easier if you change it to Grant instead?"

"That's right, Steven!"

He heard both of his alter said at the same time, making him somehow proud, the feeling fill his chest as he looked up, a proud expression sits on his face but it quickly shifted to a panicked one when he realized you're staring him down with a smirk, both of your hands were on the table.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"Stay strong, hermano!" (brother)

"Keep your feet to the ground!"

"Y-yes,"

"Can I really have it, Steven?"

"Don't back down now!'

You leaned closer, lifting his chin with your fingers so he could looked up at you, you could see how his pupils dilated, "Hm?" that teasing smile of yours never leave your face as you leaned closer to him, your eyes fell to his lips.

"She's really cute from up close though."

His alter said making him furrowed his eyebrows when he heard them.

"Jake!"

That's Marc, Steven unconsciously nodded his head in agreement, Marc always has his back.

"What? You disagree?"

"No, you're right."

He almost fell, surprised that his only hope was agreeing to what Jake's said.

"She's really my type too."

"I might have her all for myself-"

Steven cut Marc's word, gulping as he braved himself to said them, "I can give it to you if you want." he can't lose you, no, especially not to this idiots.

"Hey!" they both said at the same time and Steven just outright ignored them.

You lift your eyebrow, tilting your head to the side.

He took a deep breath, looking at you directly, throwing all the anxiety and nervousness out the window, "Grant. My last name."

You let out a weak laugh that made him swore he almost fell down on his knees by the sound of it, it was heavenly.

"Y/n Grant,"

You hummed at him, placing your fingers on your chin as if you're thinking about it.

Steven could felt his heartbeat beating hard through his ribcage when he heard you said that, once again afraid you'll hear them. He knew you did though.

"I like the way it sounds."

Should he buy a ring on his way home? How many kids do you want? What should he name them-

"Wait, you're moving too fast, Steven!"

He blinked, Marc's right, you putting your first name and his last name together was making him imagining things far in the future.

"Does that mean I could take you out for dinner?"

'That's a good start, right?' He thought to himself and he could hear his alters agreeing on the back of his mind.

You let out a giggle, "Yes, I would love to." smiling as you said the word you've always associates with Steven, "Cute."

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[devilish-mirage]

Lucky

Soft!Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings; sexual innuendos, slight angst but this is so sweet istg it's giving cavity

Summary; Marc gotta keep his hand to himself but how could he when you looked like that?

Word count; 900+

A/n; this- this is my masterpiece! This is honestly my new favorite fic. Thank u for beta reading this, my beloved fefe @friendlyneighbourhood-parker!

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“Are you ready, baby?” Marc peaked his head through the door, his eyes widened for a moment at the sight of you.

You look gorgeous in that dress, it was honestly his favorite dress and you knew that, that’s why you’re wearing it.

“Such a tease.” He murmured under his breath with a smile, then his gaze softened when he saw you struggling to zipped it up.

You stared at him through the reflection on the mirror, smiling when you put your hands down, you gave up on zipping the zipper on the back since you couldn’t reach it.

“Well, hello there sexy. Mind lending me a hand?” He grinned, nodding and wasted no time making his way to you, softly smiling while looking down at that particular space on your neck. He zipped the dress up and leaned down to kiss your nape and slowly make his way to that spot.

“You look amazing in this, absolutely gorgeous.” He murmured on your skin, softly tracing his fingertips down your shoulders and arms.

You hummed at him, “I know” smiling as you moved your head to the side so you can give him more space to kiss.

He gripped your arms before spinning you around, he trailed his touch down to each sides of your waist, placed them there and squeezed, smiling softly as he stared deep into your eyes.

“You’re gorgeous.”

You nodded your head, feeling your smile grow wider when you heard that sentence.

“Yes, you’ve said that already.”

“I don’t think I’ve said it enough, though?”

You hit his chest playfully, “Stop, you’re making me blush, Marc.”

He teasingly squeezed both of your hips as he smirked down at your flustered state.

“Nah, don’t wanna.”

You tried to glared at him, you wanted to look mad at him so badly but the wide grin on your face betrayed you,

“My gorgeous, gorgeous girl.”

He leaned down and planted his forehead on yours, closing his eyes for a moment and just enjoy the silence before whispering a soft, “We’re so lucky to have you,” he opened his eyes to stare at your eyes, feeling the smile unconsciously formed on his face, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You giddily smiled at his antics, “Aww, baby. I’m also the luckiest woman in the world to have you guys, you guys are my world.” Cupping both of his cheeks between your hands, rubbing your noses together, “You are my world, Marc.”

He stared down at you, “how can you be real? Wait- are you even real?”

You threw him a teasing smirk, pulling both of his cheeks down to meet your lips. “Why don’t you kiss me and find out, moon boy?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He met your lips in the middle, holding your nape in place as he softly moved his lips with yours in a slow and loving kiss before softly pulling away.

“Oh, you’re real alright. But I’mma need a couple more just to make sure.” Lips brushing into yours with every word that he said.

You both shared a couple more kisses after that, sweet and passionate ones.

“You’re my everything, my home, my world,” he smiled against your lips, a smile so genuinely that you felt your heart swoon at the sight.

Marc was not one to show his emotions openly, always opting to bury it all down and handle them by himself but that was before he met you.

The light of his darkest night, his savior- “My paradise.”

“Marc,“ you frown slightly, remembering all those hardships and painful experiences that he went through, he shook his head smiling softly as he leaned down to kiss you again.

He knew what you were thinking, you were the kindest and bravest person he have ever met.

You stayed at his worst time and didn’t back down nor run away from him when he told you everything.

You were always so worried for him and he’s grateful for that.

You felt his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, they slowly trailed up and sneaked their way into your dress, slowly creeping up and you had to physically hold his arm in place.

You leaned back, glaring at him while he stared at you innocently, “Marc! We’ll be late for our reservation!”

He leaned down again, kissing the side of your neck, murmuring “We could be a little late, it’s fine.” on your skin.

You gripped both of his arms and tried to push him away, “No, we’ve postponed this date for three days already!” he groaned, hugging your waist as he pressed both of your body close.

“It’s not my fault you look like this,”

“Like what?”

He leaned back and stare at you with a giddy smile, “Mine.”

You froze on the spot, feeling the blush creeped to your face. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you punched his chest, “No, no, no.”

“You are not seducing me with this type of crappy cheesy pick up line.”

He laughed out loud, holding your arm and kissed your palm, eyes still boring deep into yours. “Oh, come on. You love them.” Your glare hardened at him making him playfully frown.

“Can’t I at least have my dessert first?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

You pinched both of his cheeks hard and he finally gave up, letting you go. You waste no time walking away from him.

Who knew when he’ll change his mind? Better be safe than sorry.

“Yes, now come on.”

He shook his head, a wide smile adorned his face as he followed you outside.

“Right behind you, ma’am.”

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[devilish-mirage]

Scrunchie

Soft!Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Warnings; none just light sexual innuendos

Summary; Your hair is distracting you but you're glad someone has noticed it too.

Word count; 500+

A/n; I need more soft!Jake in my life and I'm taking matters into my own hands.

@friendlyneighbourhood-parker thank you for translating the Spanish sentences, bebé! <3

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You huffed in annoyance as your hair covered your face yet again, you really thought that slipping them behind your ears would prevent them from falling but no, that's not the case at all.

You groaned when you look at your already covered with flour hand. You wanted to surprise your boyfriends with a sweet breakfast in bed, they have been taking good care of you these past few months and you really wanted to do something nice for them.

So why not bake them a muffin? It's easy right? Wrong. It was way more complicated than the one you saw on the internet.

Suddenly you felt someone wrapped their arms around you, the frown on your face left when you felt them kiss the back of your neck, while murmuring a small "Buenos días, mi amor." (good morning, my love) on your skin.

"Good morning, Papi."

The smile on your face grew wider when you felt him bite your nape, biting your lips as you sway your hips and grind on his crotch.

He softly groaned beside your ears, gripping your waist tight to prevent you from moving them.

"Stop teasing me so early in the morning, cariño." (darling)

You shrugged your shoulders, that stupid smile is still on your face.

"It's fun."

"For you."

You hum at him, making Jake closed his eyes with a small smile adorned his face. He takes a deep breath as he held you close.

"You're so warm,"

"I know."

"You smell sweet."

"It's the dough."

"No, it's you, mi bebé." (my baby)

"I haven't showered yet though?"

"Doesn't fucking matter."

He kissed your nape again, this time longer than the last and you dreamily sigh in response, you can get used to mornings like these but the way he kissed that spot slowly make your mind wondered elsewhere.

"Stop distracting me."

You lightly elbowed his stomach, making him playfully groan.

"How can you wound me, an invisible knight of the night?" You let out a snort in response and he smiled wider at the noise.

"Well, it seems this invisible knight of the night isn't that invisible after all."

You looked back at him and threw him a wink before continuing to mixed the dough, huffing your hair away every once in a while to see better.

Then suddenly you felt his hands moved to your hair, tidying them and holding them in place.

"I have a scrunchie, you know?"

"Nah, I'll hold it for you, bebé." (baby)

You can't fight the smile from forming on your face at the gesture.

Jake stared at the back of your head and smile softly, lowering himself to kiss your nape again. "te amo muchísimo, tu iluminas mis días." (I love you so much, you light up my days)

"And I love you too, my Shadow Knight." he grinned on your skin in response.

Yeah, waking up with you and just standing in the kitchen while he held you and making breakfast together is a must from now on.

Jake would make sure of it.

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[devilish-mirage]

Who do you belong to?

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Summary; it has been a week since your obsession with Moon Knight started and Steven have had enough, it's time that he showed you and Marc who you really belong to.

Tags; established relationship, smut, 18+ content, swearing, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, unprotected sex, breeding kink and dry humping if you squint, doggy style, dacryphilia, a mix of mean and soft dom!Steven, jealous Steven is a menace and I love it, slutty y/n, exhibitionist, y/n discovering new kinks, a bit of angst and fluff, it's kinda toxic, I'm making Donna an official warning from now on

Word count; 5,1k

A/n; the smut scene is inspired by a wet dream of mine, what can I say? I'm a whore.

Also a special thank you for my beloved, @friendlyneighbourhood-parker for beta reading this! <3

Hope you guys enjoyed this!

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"So, I've searched the internet and look at what I found."

Steven sigh softly, forcing a smile to his lip as he watched you pulled out your phone and showed him the screen with a giddy smile, too excited to notice how his face was lanced with annoyance.

"This is him, moon knight!" you exclaimed excitedly, "I've finally found some pictures of him with a good quality."

You flipped your phone, looking at the picture of Moon Knight that was caught on one of the random streets of london.

"I wonder why didn't he joined the Avengers?"

You wondered out loud, that question has always been on your mind, the Avengers were the good guy, always saving people and now the planet left and right, why didn't moon knight joined them if he did the very same thing as them?

"Well," Steven started, picking up yet another item before turning his back to placed them on the shelf, "maybe, just maybe, he wanted to work alone? Free from all of those rules that binds him?" his tried to hard to act casual but there's just something about how excited you were about his alter that annoyed him.

Shrugging your shoulders at his answer, you swiped your screen showing yet another picture of Marc in his suit. "Look at this one though!"

Steven looked back at you, secretly rolling his eyes when you weren't paying attention, what's so special of Marc's suit anyway? His was so much better.

"You think so Steven?" his alter's face suddenly appeared behind you, smirking smugly as he stared at your excited face, humming slightly. "she didn't seem to agree. No?"

Steven threw him a glare, flickering his gaze towards you, slightly frowning when he saw your smiling face that was the evident that you do think that Marc's suit is cool, but that's just because he's a hero, right? You've also never seen his full suit.

He blinked, the realization finally hits him. That's right, you've never seen him in action before! That's why you're so hooked on Marc's suit.

Smirking lightly at his alter when the thought pass his mind, you didn't know that Steven is also a superhero, he's sure that you'll think his suit is cooler than Marc's if you knew.

"Oh?" his alter's voice snapped him out of his trance, "and how would you tell her?" he continued, smirking down at him as he took a step closer. "by telling her you're also moon knight?" he teased and let out a fake gasp while covering his smirking lips. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean Mr. Knight."

Steven clenched his fist, seeing his reaction only made the smirk on Marc's face grew wider, he knew he didn't have to be such an asshole towards his alter but he's just so pissed off by the fact that he couldn't have you.

He didn't want to admit it but deep down he knew that he's jealous of Steven. His life, his personality and most importantly his lover, you.

What could he do except teased Steven? It all started as a joke when you were telling Steven, who is your boyfriend about the night you've had with him, you were smiling so brightly and the light in your eyes gave him a reason to love his role as Khonshu's fist of vengeance.

It didn't stopped there, no, he really thought this 'phase' of your fan girling would maybe lasted three days max so he didn't really put any mind to it, but you kept on going and it has been a week since that day.

He felt the hope slowly rooted inside his heart, budding like a seed that has slowly taking it's roots and bloomed into something much more stronger than he could ever imagined.

How could it not? Imagine a week full of your constant excitement, when everytime his alias left your lips, he felt the goosebumps on his skin, sometimes he imagined how his name would rolled on your pretty tongue.

Marc was never a selfish man, but now that you've come to the picture, he really thought he had changed.

He had always wondered how would you reacted if you knew who he is, if you knew about his and Steven's condition and he couldn't help but let his mind wondered further.

Would he have a chance with you if you knew? Are you open to the idea of having two boyfriends? You would, wouldn't you? after all, he is your hero.

Steven suddenly stood up, startling not only Marc but also you.

"Steven? What's wrong?" you questioned your boyfriend, your voice was lanced with worry when you saw how deep he had furrowed his eyebrows, not at you but behind you.

You bit your lip. Suddenly the thought of his manager passed your mind. Fuck, Is Donna there?

You looked back, finding that nobody is there, not even a tourist in sight.

Furrowing your eyebrows before looking back at your boyfriend who's already staring down at you. He still didn't answer your question, that's not like him at all.

Steven is someone who always, you mean always put you up first before anything and this isn't like him to just ignore your question. Sure you've seen him out of character way even before you've even dated, is this one of those moments? Or are you overreacting?

"Baby, what's-" Steven didn't even let you finished your sentence. He stood up, turning his back before walking away, leaving you with your mouth still opened.

Now you're sure that you're not overreacting, he's definitely ignoring you. Oh no, what did you do? Did you made some sort of mistake? Did you offended him? The negative thoughts keep piling inside your mind the longer he kept his mouth shut.

You gulped, gluing your eyes to his broad back, you saw that he went to the back and opened a door. Is that a secret door? How come the Egypt section have so much interesting stuff going on, why is your section so boring?

He looked back at you, his frown never leaving his face. He gestured his head to the side as if to tell you to come inside making you shifted your eyes to your surroundings, scanning for anyone that is near, you didn't know but you felt like nobody should see you walked inside there.

"Come here." he said- no, that was an order. You gulped once again, nodding your head before standing up on your feet and hurriedly walked towards him, eyes never leaving his chocolate colored one as you stepped inside the small room.

You looked around, there wasn't really anything there, just some old and out of date items that were either broken or dirty, there's also an old wooden wardrobe inside with a very dirty mirror.

The room was very small and it had a lone table in the middle of it with a bulb that flickered once in a while, it's not that bright either.

Too busy with your observations, you didn't even realized that Steven had already closed the door, looking intensely at your backside before he swiftly locked the wooden door behind him with a loud 'click' sound. That's when you realized your situation.

"Steven, what's going on?" you turned your body to his direction, nervously laughing, you unconsciously took a step back when he strode closer to you.

You didn't know why you're intimidated by him, he's your boyfriend, your sweet sweet Steven he couldn't harm you, right?

Your back hit the side of the table and you gripped them hard in response, gulping down as his larger figure loomed over yours. Has he always been this big? How could you have not realized this before?

He shook his head, gently leaning closer making your breath hitched in your throat, you uncounciously leaned backwards, trying to maintain the distance between you. This is making you more nervous, why is he so quiet?

"Do you really like Moon Knight that much?" he finally asked, you let out a breath that you didn't knew you're holding, all the nervousness washed away with a single sentence from him.

You opened your mouth and let out a weak laugh, "did you really pulled me to the side because you're jealous?" shaking your head to the side at his behavior. You finally took a step closer, the feeling of nervousness that has reside in your chest washing away and was replaced with a warm feeling instead, you brought your hand to the sides of his face, "hm?" tilting your head with a big smile plastered on your face, "That's really cute."

He gripped both of your hand that rested on his cheeks, nodding his head with an even deeper frown.

"Right, I'm jealous." he admitted, chocolate eyes never leaving yours when he said that, "you're mine, aren't you?"

"You already know the answer."

"Then why are you always talking about some guy with a suit?"

Once the words left his mouth, he mentally cringed at his own behavior. He lowered his head, he decided to look at your shoe instead of your face. He's embarrassed, how could he said that to your face? That was really childish of him. Now, you'll think he's some man-baby that needed attention. No, what if you suddenly left him because of it?!

You saw the look on his face, you knew that look, he always had that look when his mind started to wondered away into the dark little corner inside his brain.

You Don't want that, you lifted his face so that he could meet your eyes, you softly smiled at him. "Steven, you know that you own me, right?"

Slowly he looked up, boring his eyes into yours and you saw it, the doubt that clouded his beautiful chocolate eyes that you adore so much.

"Do I?" he asked after a second of hesitation, his voice was barely above whispers. He gulped, letting out a breath as he repeated the question, louder this time, "Do I truly own you just like you said?"

You hurriedly answer him, "Of course." not even wasting a second. You leaned closer, rubbing the skin on his cheek as you let your eyes wondered down to his lips for a moment before drifting back to his eyes.

"Nothing, I mean nothing, could change that fact." you smiled brightly at him, he couldn't even stop the words that escaped his lips afterwards.

"Then prove it to me," he demanded, leaning closer to you, "right here," he looked down at your lips as he continued his sentence. "right now." you gulped, "can you do that?" unconsciously biting your bottom lip while he bit his own.

You wasted no time and pulled him closer, in a hurry to taste the lips of your sweet lover. There's just something different about Steven today. The way he kissed you was different, it wasn't slow and sensual like he usually does but rough and passionate instead, as if he's trying to proof a point and to be honest, you loved the new pace that he set.

You were moaning through the kiss, a surprised gasp escaped your lips once he suddenly grasped both of your hips, squeezing them softly, humming lowly he gave another lick into the kiss and pulled away.

You whined when he did that, opening your eyes, you stared at his lips as you desperately chases after them.

He lowly chuckled and lifted you up easily as if you weight nothing, placing you on the lone little table in the middle of the small room, he put his hand between your thighs, "open." he whispered beside your ears, his hot breath was fanning your skin, making the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, but when you didn't do it fast enough he gripped both of your thighs and pried them open himself, gesturing his head forward to let you know he wanted you to lay down flat on the table.

You couldn't say or do anything, not that you wanted too, Steven has never been this mesmerizing and demanding before and you felt like you were hypnotized by this change of him, so you obeyed him without any question asked.

"Aren't you a good girl?" he taunted, lifting your skirts up slowly, letting his fingertips teased your skin, you could felt the goosebumps when he did that.

He gently pulled your panties down, eyes never left yours in an intense eye contact, you unconsciously nodded, agreeing to his words earlier.

"I want you to be quiet, can you do that for me?" his voice sounded calm but at the same time very demanding. Before you could answer him, his hand was already spreading your pussy open, chuckling as you let out a surprised gasp when he put one of his thick fingers in.

If he wanted he could ruin you with just one of his finger and he knew that. You were trying your best to stay calm and quiet, but how could you when the only thing that you could felt and heard was the way that his fingers were deliciously pumping in and out of you as your pussy let out the most embarrassingly wet sound that you've ever heard in your life.

"Steven-" you accidentally let out a loud moan, making him shook his head with a disappointed expression painted his gorgeous face.

"Shush now, we don't want the people outside to," he put another finger in, fastening his pace as the smirk on his face widened when you bit the back of your hand to muffled the moan. "hear anything."

You eagerly nodded, gulping the saliva that polled on the back of your throat. He purposely pushed his fingers deeper inside and leaned down, eyes boring deep into your already stained with tears one.

He looked down to your parted and bruised lips, feeling his own dried up by the sight, opening your legs wider, he stood between them, gripping your inner thigh hard as he leaned down to meet your lips in the middle.

He shallowed your moans while tightening the grip on your inner thighs again, you're sure it'll leave a mark but you couldn't careless, not with the way his fingers fucked into you making your head spins and the thought of him is the only thing that is in your muddled brain right now.

His half hooded eyes only stared and focused on your full on desperate expression, eagerly watching every twitch of changes your face made.

he pulled away far enough to speak, "You close, love?" he teasingly murmured, brushing his lips against yours with every word, cocking one of his eyebrows at you. You let out a quiet "yes" that followed with a moan right after.

Suddenly there's a voice behind the locked door, halting his movement all together. He looked back while you bit the back of your hand, mentally cursing whoever that's behind that old wooden door.

Your mind was racing with thousands of scenarios and the rapid heartbeat in your chest didn't help either.

Who's that? Is that Donna? Please, don't let it be that nosy Walmart Adele.

"Stevie?" fuck, it really is Donna. It looked like the fun time is over, you groaned in annoyance, placing both of your elbows on the either sides of your body to support your upper body.

Suddenly Steven began to move his fingers again, slowly teasing your clit this time, you caught yourself hissing at the contact.

You threw a confused look at your boyfriend, he looked back and leaned towards you, brushing his lips with yours. "I need to taste you, love." he murmured, you tried to protest but he put his index finger on your lips in a shushing manner instead, "all you have to do is be a good girl, just as you were earlier." he picked up his pace, rubbing your clit faster.

"Steven, please-" you choked a sob, trying your hardest to maintained the voices from spilling out of your lips but the sound of your wet slick underneath was making you self conscious, it's so loud and sounded so lewd, what if Donna hears them?

"Stevie!" Donna's voice sirened loud in your ears, you gripped Steven's shoulders as he stared deep into yours not even flinching when he heard her voice calling his name.

"Are you my good girl, sweetheart?" your slowly nodded your head, does he not care about his manager outside? "then act like it." your breath hitched when the words left his lips, feeling your stomach stirs with lust, you gripped his shoulders harder, your hair falling down and covered your face.

Steven panicked slightly, how could he said that to you? It just spilled out of his lips without a thought, did that offended you? No, he didn't mean that.

"Love, I'm sorry, I didn't-" he brushed your hair aside, placing them behind your ears, finally catching the blush on your cheeks that you've tried to hide behind your locks.

He gulped, feeling something inside him stirs widely, biting his lower lip he tried his hardest to held himself back from ravaging you.

"Did you like that?" he questioned, tilting his head to see your expression better, "Do you like it when I'm mean to you, darling?" he repeated when you didn't answer him.

You stay silent, only opting to nodded your head without another word, shutting your mouth tightly as you felt the embarrassment seeping through, did you really just discovered a new kink right now?

"Look at me." your heart felt heavy with embarrassment, but you forced yourself to shifted your gaze to meet his.

"Say it."

"What?"

"Say that you like it."

You gulped, biting your lower lip softly before bracing yourself, "I-" you kept telling yourself that it's not like you to shy away but how could you not when the look Steven's giving you right now made you felt small and God he's just so hot that you felt even more nervous.

"I like it," you started, wetting your lip while his chocolate colored eyes followed your every move, "I like it when you're mean to me, Steven." he let out a low groan when you finally admitted it. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Lay down." you blinked your eyes in confusion, "I said," he lowered his voice but his voice was as demanding as before, "lay. down." it came out as a whisper but it was enough to make the hair on your skin stood up.

You obeyed, nervously letting your eyes wondered on his face while he focused his gaze on your glistening cunt.

His breathing started to get heavy just by the sight of it, "such a pretty little cunt," he breathes, softly trailing his fingers down, barely gracing your clit before leaning his whole body down, using his fingers to spread you open so lewdly. "And it's all mine." he lowly growled, glancing upwards to the small glass on the old wardrobe behind you, meeting his alter's eyes with a slight glare where Marc was throwing his own glare st him.

Steven shifted his gaze when he felt the touch on his cheek, you were looking at him needily while biting your lip as you slowly lift your hips up to met his lips, he couldn't fight the smile on his face from forming.

He cooed at you, lifting one of your thighs and kissing the inner part of it before biting them hard, leaving his own teeth mark, you hissed in response while he continued to kiss his way down to the place that you so desperately needed him to be.

"Steven, baby, please." you begged him, all the shyness and nervousness was thrown out of the window and he finally gave you what you want, placing his tongue flat on your already dripping cunt, sucking your clit softly before he picked up his pace, sucking them like a thirsty man who had just been given water.

You uncounciously rutted your hips forward to meet his tongue, as if he isn't close enough to satisfy you.

You wanted more, you needed more of him. More, more, more.

Nothing else mattered, not where you are right now, not even Donna who you didn't even knew if she's still out there or not. None of that.

The only thing that mattered right now is the way that his tongue danced between your wet lower lips as he gripped and mounted both of your thighs that rested between his head.

"Baby, fuck." you breathe, gripping his hair hard and tugging them closer to you making him let out a low groan that send vibrations to your sensitive pussy.

You felt him lick lower, entering your hole with his tongue and moved them inside making you clenched around them immediately.

"G-god, keep doing that." you looked down, staring at his blissed out expression as he ravaged your pussy, he made it looked like your taste was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his whole life.

You furrowed your eyebrows, how can he be from a sweet boyfriend to a sex god in mere seconds? How could he eat pussy this good? It was hard to believe that he was a virgin until recently.

He gripped your thighs tighter, snapping you out of your trace, he shook his head to the side, letting his nose rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves all while he worked his tongue in and out of you, you rolled your eyes back, gripping his hair tighter in response.

He finally opened his eyes, chocolate colored one looking straight at your own while he worked his tongue wonders inside you, you let out a broken sob when he particularly pushed his nose hard to your clit.

"'m close, 'm close, baby!" you bit your bottom lip hard, trying your hardest to keep your voice down. Gripping his hair tighter making him let out yet another low groan that vibrates through his mouth to you and that does it.

You placed you palm in front of your mouth, rolling your eyes and hips towards his tongue as you creamed all over his mouth, riding your high as he let you set your own pace, sighing dreamily as he leapt all the juices that you've just let out, not even leaving a single drop.

You hissed, your pussy were becoming oversensitive and Steven was not helping with the way he's still hungrily devouring your pussy.

"Baby, baby, need you, need you so bad-" you groaned, repeating the words over and over again as you tried to pull him away from your cunt, he looked at you for a moment before licking your clit for the last time and stood up.

"You're so good, baby." you panted, opening your arms wide for him to indulge himself in your embrace, "So good for me," you whispered beside his ears, softly licking the soft spot on his ears as he groaned and rutted his hard clothed cock into you.

He's rutting into you heavily until you can almost feel every inch of his cock through the heavy fabric separating you both.

"Are you satisfied with just this, Steven?" you tempted, "we don't have much time left." once again licking his earlobe making him let out a soft moan, he abruptly held your hips, pulling away before he hurriedly unzipped his jeans and whipped his cock out.

It was already so hard, it even looked angry. The tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum, you followed the pre-cum down his length, down to his popping veins and you clenched your thighs at the sight of it.

You opened your legs wide, his gaze fell down as your fingers spread open your pussy lips and watched his cock twitched by the sight of it, he couldn't look away.

You smirked, it would be fun to tease him a little, right? Slowly you let your fingers dipped down, circling your clit as you breathlessly moaned his name, dipping your already wet fingers inside.

"This isn't enough, Steven." you whined, pumping your fingers in and out as your half lidded eyes stared at his lustful expression. "I need you, I need your cock in me."

Suddenly you felt him gripped your waist and turned you around, you didn't even had enough time to reacted except gasping in surprised when he plunged right into you without warning, you let out a strained groan and he did the same.

"Oh, oh, love." he gasped, feeling your walls tightened around him perfectly, as if it was molded to the shape of his cock. "You feel so good."

You only responded with a moan, but it was louder than expected so he quickly leaned down, laying his chest on your back and place his palm in front of your mouth.

"Shhh, don't be so loud." he whispered beside your ears, snapping into you with a hard pace, you gripped the table, fuck, why is he so hot?

He lowly chuckled, feeling your walls clenched around him. "We're discovering quiet a lot today, yeah?" he kissed your ear as he spoke, once he's sure you gets it, he let your mouth go and gripped the both of your waist and started to thrusted his hips forward.

"Steven, baby, baby, please!"

You groaned lowly, placing a hand in front of your mouth again, while one of your hand gripped the table harder as he mercilessly pound into you.

He gritted his teeth and threw his head back, gulping as he looked down and stared at the place where you were both connected, with his cock filling you up and how wet it was smeared with your juices.

It was such a lewd sight and he couldn't take his eyes off of it. "I know, love." he plunged into you particularly hard when he saw the way your body shook, he found the spot. "I know."

He looked up and caught the glimpse of his frowning alter. Oh? Steven raised an eyebrow at him, but Marc's gaze were solely focused on your blissed, drunken expression.

So, he wanted to watch? Fine, Steven would put up a special show just for his alter to see.

He lowered himself and put a hand on your clit, "that's it, love." he whispered, eyes still glued to the glass where his alter stood. "does this feel good?" he continued, circling your clit and pressing them with his fingertips.

You gasped, letting out a small breathless, "yes!" to him. "Nobody fucks this cunt like I do, yeah?" you nodded and closed your eyes, feeling the tears seeping right through your eyelids by how good he's fucking you right now. "Who's pussy is this?" he questioned, you tried so hard to hold the feeling on your stomach from snapping, you want to cum with him. "y-yours." you let out a chocked sobbed.

Marc furrowed his eyebrows at his alter's behavior, finally looking at his face before glaring daggers at him, Steven is doing this on purpose, Steven is showing him this because he wanted him to watch how Steven is owning you right in front of him.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You! Only you, Steven!"

That line was like a bullet that plunged right into his chest, leaving a bloody wound that couldn't be seen by the naked eye. Marc finally looked away, disappearing from the reflection of the glass and Steven couldn't feel his presence in the headspace either.

Steven smirked, he had won.

He looked away and kissed your ears, "let go, love." he said softly and just like that you snapped, he placed a hand on your nape, tilting your head to face him and kissed you hard, shallowing the scream that you're about to let out.

You let yourself go by the guide of his voice, he could felt himself getting closer too, he had been holding himself back and now that Marc's gone he don't think he could last long, not when your pussy was cleching around him so delicious, as if you're greedily milking everything that he had to offer.

With a few more sloppy thrust he came, pushing his hips deep into yours as he spilled all of his hot cum inside of you, "oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" moaning into your mouth.

Both of your breathing is heavy, you closed your eyes, feeling his hot and sweaty skin on yours as you tried to calm yourself from the high.

He looked at you, smiling lovingly before whispering a small, "I love you." You couldn't even fight the smile from forming, "I love you more, Steven." you whispered back, leaning in to kiss your lover again.

It started light and soft but Steven slowly started to move his hips again, pumping into you slowly while you moaned to the kiss.

Suddenly Donna's voice rang behind the old wooden door, snapping you both out of your blissed state.

"Stevie! Where in the bloody hell are you?!"

You and Steven stared at each other, placing your index finger in a shushing manner before giggling to each other not even caring on how sweaty and tired you guys are.

"This was fun," you said, "but we have to stop now." he nodded, forcing himself to pull out of you and helped you on your feet, placing you on top of the table while you get yourself comfortable.

"We should do it again sometimes,"

He laughed, shaking his head as he fixed his pants and shirt. "Should we?"

You raised your eyebrows teasingly at his response, pulling him by his waistband and tried to brushed the wrinkles away from his shirt. "Yeah, yeah. Now, where's my panties?"

You looked down but Steven had already picked the piece of underwear, tracing your skin softly he pried your thighs open again, looking deep into your eyes as he put on your panties for you, but not before using his fingers to pushed his cum inside.

"Don't let it dripped out," you gasped at his action, gripping his shoulders yet again. "people would get suspicious." He whispered before tidying your skirts for you.

"You cheeky bastard."

You playfully glared at him, while he smiled giddily in response, kissing your forehead lovingly.

"Your cheeky bastard, love."

You laughed, wrapping your hands around his neck and pecked his lips.

"That's right, mine."

You and him giggled into the kiss when you heard Donna's voice once again complaining from your spot.

"We really should get going."

He said that but he's still pecking your lips repeatedly, "Steven," you whined at him, he sniffled a laugh, "Alright, alright."

You threw a playfull glare at him and tried to stand but you almost fell because you can't feel your legs. Steven of course caught you before you fell down, looking down at you worriedly, did he tire you out?

"Steven?"

"Yes love?"

"I don't think I could walk."

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[devilish-mirage]

Picture

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Warnings; 18+ content, violent act, masturbation, imaginary throat fucking, dacryphilia, slight breeding kink, Steven being horny and desperate while Marc encourages him.

Summary; You've send him a pic and Steven sends one back.

Word count; 1,2k

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It was a normal day for steven. He woke up at his usual time, have breakfast while conversing with Marc and after that he got ready, excited to go to work.

It was all mundane until he saw you, the new manager of the Greece section. You were extremely different from Dona, you were kind, passionate and understanding, did he also mentioned that you're gorgeous?

The first time he saw you was weeks ago, maybe almost a month but you were shining that day, laughing with your co-workers as you walk passed him.

You didn't knew him but he was already whipped with the way you comfort a child that was lost that day. Your calm voice is comforting as you wiped the tears away from the child's face, comforting them with kind words of reassurance.

Then one thing lead to another, either it was fated or not but you accidentally bumped into him one day and find his interest in Egyptian history so fascinating that you wanted to hear more.

So you gave him your number and since that day you've became friends, friends who shared mutual interest on the same things. You've learned a lot from him as he did from you.

He frontend with a groan, looking at the unconscious body underneath him, "Seriously, Marc?" he shifted his gaze towards the puddle besides the body, looking straight at Marc.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what happened either, Steven."

Steven sighed, he bent down to search the man's pocket, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.

He saw a message of you saying that you went clubbing and smile softly, you didn't have to update him on everything in your life but you did and that makes him strangely giddy.

Before he can typed a reply, the 'unconscious' man tackle him making him accidentally pressed the call button.

Steven was quick to grip his collar and punched him hard, hard enough to make him truly unconscious this time before shoving him aside.

He panicked when he picked up his phone and hurriedly cancelled it. His heart is pumping loudly inside his chest as he typed.

Steven

I'm sorry, Y/n! I misclicked it.

Marc laughed at him, "don't worry Steven, she already said that she's going to the club right? She probably had her phone silenced so-"

He was cut off by a loud ding! from Steven's phone, both of them looked at the phone with a small smile, "she's so nice, isn't she, Marc?"

Marc nodded his head with a small smile, he always finds you attractive and you're so adorable in his eyes. Steven and him were undoubtedly attracted to you from the first conversation that you guys had.

Before Steven could write a reply he froze on the spot, eyes wide and he unconsciously unwrapped his mask. He gripped his phone tightly, so tight it could break at any moment.

"Steven, what- oh, fuck."

You send him a few pictures, Steven was expecting you laughing or just you having fun in the club, he was not expecting this type of pictures from you.

He gulped, his eyes wondered on your body, he can feel his breath starting to feel heavy. Fuck, he wouldn't say that he never imagined how you looked underneath all that clothes but you looked even better than his fantasy.

"Steven, send one back." Marc's voice snapped him out of his trace, he furrowed his eyebrow at his reflection.

"What?"

"Send one back."

"No, I heard you the first time but what?"

Marc shakes his head, "you don't get it do you? She send it expecting something, so we'll give her exactly that maybe even more."

Steven shifted his gaze back to your pictures, you look so good, so sexily tempting and you take this pic just to send it to him? Isn't that too good to be true? What if he misunderstand? That you simply misclicked?

"Steven. Are you really letting this chance go? You, no, we've had the biggest crush on her, come on. Take the risk."

Steven bit his lips, Marc's right, he always had a big crush on you after all this time and now he finally had a chance to do something about it. What's the worst thing that could happen?

"Alright, how do I took one?"

"Huh?"

"This type of pictures, how do I pose for it?"

That's right, Marc has forgotten that Steven has never done something like this ever. So he looked around, trying to find a decent place with enough lighting.

He finally found a set of stairs that lead to the roof and in front of it is a big window that reflects his reflection just perfect, not too clear but not that clear either.

"Go sit on that stair and take your suit off but keep your vest on," Steven do as he told, "roll up your sleeves," he rolled them up, making his veins visible.

"Lean back a little and spread your legs, let her see what she does to us."

He took the pic with a deep breath, he felt the sudden confident spread through him because he does look good in his Mr Moon suit, the bulge in his pants were clear and he also look pretty big.

"Send it." Steven took one last deep breath before pressing the send button. "Done."

"Now, we start the waiting game." Steven nod, his eyes kept wondering back to your pictures, he bit his lips, focusing on the lacy thong that were struggling to cover your private area.

He let out a breathless sigh, gulping as he let his mind started to wonder, he bit his bottom lip hard. "fuck it." He stated lowly.

He unzipped his pants, whipping it out and started to pump his cock with a small grunt.

He opened his eyes slowly and imagine you taking his cock into your mouth, greedily and deeply sucking him, he throw his head back.

Gulping his saliva as he imagined he'd gripped your hair and slammed your head down to take his cock deeper, you'd gag in response but that'll just turn him on even more.

He groan and cursed underneath his breath, he imagined how he'd grip your hair harder, holding it up for you so he can clearly see your face with your mouth full with his cock and tears falling from those beautiful eyes of yours as he use your mouth the way he pleases.

He imagined you would sit on his lap and started to grind on his cock as you slowly press your body to his, teasing your own entrance with his tip before slowly putting it in. He threw his head as he pumped faster.

He imaged how you would look while bouncing on his cock, how your breasts would bounce with every thrust and he would watch you move on top of him, you'd hold him tight with your chest pressed to his and staring straight into his chocolate ones with lidded eyes.

He gripped his cock harder, trying to imagine how warm and tight your cunt is. His breathing became heavier as he imagined you bending down and kissing him deeply, all tongue and teeth, whining and begging to be filled with his cum.

It's weird that he feel so fucking turned on with the thought of filling you up with his cum, claiming you as his.

His breath hitched as he feel himself near, he gripped his cock tighter, imagining that he's gripping your waist and slammed upward into you. His hips unconsciously do that.

"Y/n, y/n, y/n- fuck!"  he hiss your name as he came, white thick cum spurted out as he breathes heavily taking a moment to calm himself before fixing his pants.

He covered his eyes with his arm before muttering a quiet, "I want to hold her..." 

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Layla

Summary; You've loved him for many years, and you can't help but wished you were her because she's got him mesmerized while you die.

Tag; pure heart wretching angst, flashbacks, mentioned of past trauma.

Word count; 3,1k

A/n; heavily inspired by "Conan gray - Heather"

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It was your first day at middle school when you first met him, you remembered it clearly as if it were just yesterday.

You were walking through the crowded hallway, trying to squeezed and find a path for yourself to go through, but it was just so packed with people that you almost felt like you'll suffocate, but a hand grabbed your backpack and pulled you toward them.

The person held into you for a moment before pulling you away, letting you go to let you breathe the fresh air that felt like the most refreshing one you've ever took and looked up, letting your eyes wondered to the face of your saviour.

"You good?" he said, crouching a little bit to meet your eyes, his eyes were filled with concern while yours sparkled in excitement, 'a new potential friend! you thought!' as you nodded your head in response, "I'm fine."

That was the first conversation that you've guys had, the starter of it all.

You knew nothing of this part of town, no friends, no families, no relations to anybody, just you and your little family.

Your parents had decided that this part of town is their next home because of work reasons, you don't really care about it because you'll always follow them no matter where they go, but you can't help but felt lonely.

You were just an only child with a very hard working parents, well, they're really busy trying to make ends meet. You should be grateful, right?

You look up from the window of your second floored room, catching the sight of a boy who had already been staring at you from his own window. You rolled your eyes as he pulled up a 'open your window!' sign and showed them to you, he even gestured them himself.

"how impatient." you muttered before opening the window opened to greet him, he smiled widely at you before he pulled something up, his brother's sleeve.

They both waved their hand excitedly at you, pulling out another sign that reads, 'lets play, y/n!' your name were messily written there, you've guessed that Randall wrote those.

With one last chuckled you gave them a thumbs up and make your way outside, hurriedly opened the door and ran to their backyards, smiling widely at their parents before Randall hugged you tight.

"So, what are we playing today?" you heard Marc questioned in front of you, making you let out a small hum, thinking of how should you guys spends the day.

"How about we play adventure?" Randall exclaimed excitedly, you patted his hair and pulled away. "Alright then, but let's race there!" You shouted, already pulling the younger child with you as you ran away.

Marc gasped in surprised before storming to your way, "hey, that's not fair!" you and Randall only laughed in response.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." you comforted the crying child in your embrace, giving a small smile towards Marc as he held his tears back, he bit his lips, deciding to shifted his gaze towards the sky instead of your face.

He took a deep breath, he doesn't want to cry, he's a man, ge couldn't cry in front of you, it'll be so embarrassing, you'll tease him everyday if he did.

You squeezed Randall in your embrace for the last time before whispering a few 'I'll miss you, I'll be back, don't worry' into his ears. He reluctantly lets you go and took a step back, nudging his brother's feet, pushing him towards your direction.

"You know, I'm not leaving forever right?" you teased, tilting your head to meet his eyes but he always averted them from yours.

You let out a sigh, taking a step closer, "Marc. I'll only be leaving for a few years, I'll be back even before you know it!" you tried to convinced him, but he just wouldn't budge.

Your eyes lit up as you remembered something, "I'll let you borrow my favorite dvd of my Dr. Steven Grant collection." his eyes lit up for a second as he finally bored his eyes into yours. "You promise you'll be back soon?" you nodded your head, opening your arms, he quickly went and buried himself there.

He already practiced this ever since he heard about your depart but he just couldn't keep it in, as if the tears has a mind of it's own, they fell and wet his cheeks.

"I promise, Marc." you whispered into his ears and you felt him hugged your tighter.

"It was all your fault!" Wendy screamed at Marc, making the poor little boy ran as fast as he can upstairs towards his room.

You threw a glare at her before storming off to follow your best friend, you quickly held the door, not even caring about the pain in your fingers because he had closed them and pinched your fingers in the process.

You softly opened the door, feeling your heart broke into pieces when you saw your best friend cramped beside his closet, rocking back and forth as he hugged his knees.

You gulped, closing the door with a soft clicked and he didn't even looked up at you. You slowly make your way towards him, sitting beside him as you softly held his hand, squeezing them and he finally looked up at you.

His face was stained with tears, and you could see how red his eyes were by how much he's been crying.

"I'm here, Marc." you breathe, hugging his trembling body as close as possible, "I'm here."

He sobbed into your chest, clenching your shirts tight until they wrinkled, but that's the least of your concern right now.

You've made a vow right there, right at that moment. You've vow to always be by his side and protect him, no matter how harsh the world would be to him, you'll take the fall for him, because that's just how much you love him.

You promised yourself that as you whispered sweet nothings into his ears.

"I'm planning on joining the military." you almost spit out the tea that you're drinking, he only gave you a small smile at your action, you hurriedly wiped your lips, "what?!" your eyes were wide as saucers.

"How- why? This is so sudden!" he shrugged his shoulders, opting to continued to drank his hot coffee.

You take a longer look at him, he's matured now, older and wiser, also he had a very good experience in combats all thanks to his fights in highschool.

He could also took care of himself ever since he graduated highschool, the man in front of you is different from the little boy you've once knew.

"I'm coming with you." you suddenly said, crossing both of your arms in front of your chest, tilting your chin up and smirking as he spits his coffe. "What- no!" he wiped his lips, "you can't!" he hurriedly said.

"And why is that?"

"You just can't."

You let out a chuckle, glaring slightly at his direction as he shook his head in disagreement.

"That's nonsense, I'm an even better fighter than you are, Spector."

"Still-"

You've cut him before he finished, placing both of your hands on the table and leaned closer to his face, your face was serious, he hadn't seen you wore this expression in a long time and to be honest it sends chills down his spine.

"We've promised to keep each other's back, alright?"

"That's right, but-"

"See, you've confirmed it."

You smile brightly at him, cocking one eyebrow as he let out a breath, he hardened his stare at you.

"Y/n."

"Marc."

"Y/n, please."

He pleaded, you were suprised and positively caught off guard. You've almost, almost crumbled because this is Marc Spector, your cocky and hard headed best friend. For him to beg? That's something new and you certainly didn't expected him to do.

"I'm coming and that's the end of this discussion."

You said, calmly letting your eyes stayed on each other's for a moment, has his eyes have been this beautiful? Why did you just realized it?

He let out a quiet sigh. "Fine," he said, smiling softly at your brightened face, "I can't win against you, I swear." you only giggled in response.

You hurriedly went to the hospital, bumping and apologizing to a lot of people that stood in your way towards his room.

You gripped the door and opened them harshly, startling Marc who were wrapped in bandages all over his body.

"Don't scare me like that, idiot!" you screamed at him, letting your chest rise and fell as you tried to calm your breathing and your rapid heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, y/n." he muttered under his breath, you suddenly felt sorry, letting out a deep breath you pulled a chair and place them besides his bed.

You guys sat there in silence for a few minutes, neither dared to uttered a single word to break the silence, but at the same time it was comfortable, you and him knew each other like it's written on the back of your hands.

"Promise you won't do anything stupid without me again?" you said, shifting your gaze to him who already looked your way, those small gesture of him undoubtedly and always made your heart skipped a beat.

Your words were left hanging in the air as he kept his mouth glued shut, making you annoyed. You let out a small breath, "Marc." you said his name, a bit louder in case he didn't hear you.

He sighed before clicking his tongue, you were so annoying. "Yeah, yeah, I promise." he wore an annoyed expression but his smile betrayed him, he just couldn't say no to you, his best friend, bit he could always kept a secret hidden, it's for the best.

You held his hand, squeezing them in yours as he looked outside his window, he squeezed back, thinking on how his life would've change.

"Y/n, this is Layla."

"Layla this is y/n."

You brightly smiled at her direction, Marc rarely make friends so you were overjoyed by this scene.

That was the first time you saw her, such a beautiful woman right in front of your eyes, she looks so pretty and nice.

"Did Marc force you to befriend him?" you teased, covering your mouth on the side so that Marc couldn't read your lips, Layla only laughed out loud and followed suit.

"How did you know?" she giggled, replying to your stupid question as Marc rolled his eyes on the background.

Not only is she pretty but she's fun too! You can't wait to steal her from Marc and made her your best friend.

"I love you," Marc suddenly said, making your heart almost leapt from your chest. You didn't even had time to take a seat when he did that, when you heard that he'll be taking you out on a mice dinner tonight you didn't even think of a confession! God, if you knew you'd wore a better dress.

"I love you." he repeated the words that you've always imagined in your head, and it's even better than that.

"It's hard to say, you know how hard it is for me to come true to my feelings, but I really love you."

He said, taking your hand in his as he continued his little romantic speech.

"Shit, I-" he took a deep breath and looked straight into your own, "I don't know how to put my feelings into words except that I love you with all my heart and with all that I had."

You can't fight the smile from forming on your lips, "I love you too!" you admitted, he really did feel the same as you! How could've you been so stupid, of course he did-

"You think she'll said that?" You felt your smile fell, what did he meant by that?

"What?"

"Layla, of course! I'm planning on proposing soon."

And that's when you felt it, your heart dropped down, as if it was a piece of fragile glass that he dropped, it broke into millions of pieces, impossible to mend together.

"So, I'm practicing to you right now, you don't mind that, do you?"

You felt the tears started to form on your eyes, you took a deep breath as you force your voice out.

"No- Right, yeah, Layla."

Her name left a bitter taste on your tongue, you cringed and looked away, opting to look at the tablecloth instead, trying your best to act normal in front of him.

"Look at me, I can't practice properly if you look away-"

He placed his fingers on your chin and lifted your face up to meet his eyes, he threw a charming smile at you.

"Here, pretend this is a flower."

He took a fork and hand them to you, you couldn't even bring yourself to laughed at this silly act of his.

He smiled nervously as his chocolate colored eyes bored deep into your teared one. "I love you." he repeated again, you should've been happy, overjoyed even, but it's just so fucking painful to hear those words if it's not meant for you.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying your hardest to let out a calm tone, "I love you too, Marc." you whispered, you can't do this, you felt like you'll break if you continued to be here.

"Thanks y/n. You're boosting my confidence, you're not my best friend for nothing."

You have never hated the word 'best friend' in your life but right now you've never hated anything more than it.

That's right, you were his best friend and you should have stayed that way.

"I gotta go, I need to water my plants."

You hurriedly stood up, confusing him with your actions as you opened your bags and put the cash on the table.

"Since when do you have plants?"

He questioned, you were already closing your pursed and tried to hurriedly walked away but he stood up and tried to held your arm.

"I do!"

You screamed in response, pulling your hand away even before he could touch them, you let out a breath, gulping down you threw him your best smile that you could possibly mustered.

"I just, I started to pick up new hobbies."

He slowly nodded, still weirded out by your unusual behavior, but payed no more attention to it, "Well, alright. I'll take you-" he tried to stood up, but you cut him off quickly.

"No. I can walk fine by myself."

You said, not allowing any kind of interruption from his side, you took one last look at him, "And Marc, good luck." smiling at him for the last time as you gripped your purse tighter in your hand. "Thanks, y/n."

You nodded, turning your back against him and finally walking away towards the station, you took another deep breath as you tried to maintained the tears from falling but even the sky had been on your side tonight.

It started to heavily rain, masking the tears that had already fallen from your eyes, nobody knew you cried, nobody knew the pathetic sobs you let out, because it was masked by the heavily poured rain.

"A toast for our newly weeds!"

You've always thought that you'll be the one standing there, to be the one who'll be the apple of his eyes, but you were not.

It was her, it had always been her.

Not you, her.

Layla El-Faouly.

She's such a sight for sore eyes, beautiful brown eyes with an even more beautiful brown curly locks, the way she spoke, the way she act, the way she smiles. It was perfect.

She was perfect.

You knew that deep down, of course you do, you were nothing compared to her, she's everything that you're not, but there's still a little tiny piece of your heart that wishes that he'd choose you.

You've tried to hate her, you really did, numerous times already, but you just couldn't.

How could you? She's so nice, she's just such an angel that you can't bring yourself to hate.

"It'll pass." you convinced yourself as you let out a choked a sob, hugging your shaking body closer with each passing second, "This feelings will pass." those were the words that you've always repeated to yourself every single day, every single night, and every single time you've seen them together.

But it never did and you're stuck with it. It's tormenting you, you'd rather feel anything than this useless unrequited love you have for your best friend. You'd rather die, in fact you already felt like a part of you did died that day.

It's not fair, you've known him first, you've loved him first, you've been there for him when she's not. So why, why is that it's not you who were by his side? Why are you not good enough?

"You good?" Marc questioned, snapping you out of your thoughts, he tilted his head down a little to take a better look at your expression, "I'm fine." you forced the words to come out, clearing your throat the second they left your mouth. What is he doing here?

"Are you-" he started, you could hear the concern in his tone, he was so worried for you.

"Marc!" he was cut off by Layla's voice, you gulped, uncounciously gripping your glass by her voice.

"Go." you said, not even looking up to meet his eyes, you couldn't, you're too fragile right now, you're afraid you'll break down once you've meet his eyes, the pair of eyes that you've grew accustomed and loved.

"I'll come back." he said, smiling softly at your direction, he gave you one last pat on the head before making his way to his bride.

His bride. It left a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue just thinking about it.

"You really shouldn't." you bitterly murmured under your breath as you watched the love of your life embraced another woman in his arms as they danced the night away, not caring for anything, as if the worlds were only theirs.

You let out another breath, biting your lips and felt your hard gripped your wine glass harder as you tried to held the tears from falling.

God, it hurts so much to see that scene, but you couldn't take your eyes off of it, how could you? Not when you've imagined being there instead of her, it's a guilty pleasure of yours to imagined yourself to be on Layla's place all the time, you can't stop.

You just wished you were Layla.

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Gray

Soft!Steven Grant x GN!Reader

Warnings; none just fluffy goodness

Summary; The color gray reminded you of Steven but in the best way possible.

Word count; 1k

A/n; beta read by my beloved once again! <333 @friendlyneighbourhood-parker

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"The color gray reminds me of you," you suddenly said making Steven look up, tilting his head slightly as he stared at you confused.

You were both laying on the couch, cuddling. With his face buried in your chest as you combed his hair between your fingers.

"How so?" you hummed, smiling down at him, "Well, for starters you were wearing that gray jacket when we first met,"

He smiled at the memory, it's true. He had met you while wearing that jacket.

He bumped into you when he was in a hurry to work one morning not knowing that it was actually your first day for work too and you were as late as him.

The funny thing is that he bumped into you again the next morning, and then the next, until it became a daily occurrence.

Bumping into you every morning was one of his favorite ways to start the day because you would always smile and make small talk to him while heading towards the buss stop.

He found something worth waking up for.

"It also reminds me of the road on our way to work and home-" you gasped, smiling brightly as you excitedly said, "Oh! Do you remember that time where we walked together that one night?"

Of course he remembered.

He remembered it clearly as if it was yesterday.

It was a hectic day after work, he had bumped into you at the buss stop because coincidentally both of you had to work until it was late at night.

So you both opted to walked together, talking and getting to know more about each other along the way, it was really nice, you were really nice and kind to him, you were just so lovely he couldn't help but fall for you slowly and Steven loved every second of it.

"Hmm, what else?" you put your fingers on your chin, trying to remember anything else as he stared at you, nuzzling his cheek on your chest and making himself comfortable.

"Cloudy days?" He murmured, blinking his eyes slowly. "You like cloudy days." You nodded at him, putting your hands back into his hair and caress them.

"Yes, do you know why?" he shook his head, closing his eyes as he leaned to your touch.

He felt more comfortable when he's at your presence, when his skin touched yours.

This was his place of comfort, you were his home.

Your heart melted by the action, he sighed dreamily at your touch.

How can a human being be this adorable?

"Because they're comfortable. People would have associate that color with boredom, dull, dirty, and dingy."

You let your gaze linger on his face for a moment and just stare at him, he wondered why you stopped talking, so he opened his eyes and then you were greeted by that gorgeous warm chocolate colored eyes of his that you loved and adored so much, you felt the smile creeping into your face.

"I would agree to some extent but it's not that bad." you continued to explain, "It's calming, it looked plain but I found so many comforts in them."

Steven was like that, his presence alone was calming and comforting to you. Like a cloudy days before the rain, you've found comfort in his awkwardness, his silly little quirks and shy smiles.

The first time you saw him that morning, he looked so gloomy, his eyes looked so sad and dull.

But slowly as the days passed by, you started to notice how his eyes would become brighter and brighter until there were no more traces of that dullness from that day.

He became brighter and that was because of you.

"I love it," you blurted out, he hummed, those eyes were still boring deep into yours as he waited for you to continue, when you didn't he decided to asked.

"The color?" you nodded at him, cupping his face between your palms, smiling softly as your eyes trailed down to his lips before coming back up to meet his eyes.

"Yes, and also you." he blushed, he felt his cheeks growing red and hot because of your confession.

It was the first time you've said it, it was the first time either of you said the L word and you were the one who said it to him first. He had imagined it a thousands of times before, how romantic and magical it would be because that word was said by you and for him.

And boy, the real one felt more magical and romantic than his imaginations.

"That's- that's one way to say I love you for the first time." He murmured, trying to hide his flustered state by staring anywhere but your face but you knew better and tightened your grip on his cheeks, making his gaze flickered back to your eyes.

"Did you not like it?" you teasingly smiled at him and he panicked, "hm?" shaking his head vigorously.

"No! No, I- it's just that..."

"It's so you." his voice sounds quite.

"I love it too," you arched your eyebrow at him with a smile, "The color gray?"

You hummed at him, softly caressing both of his cheeks. The both of you stayed in that comfortable silence, you didn't expect him to say it back of course.

You just wanted to let it out, those three words and eight letters that were always on the tip of your tongue everytime that he's on your mind, but you wouldn't lie and say that you weren't disappointed in the slightest.

He stared deep into your eyes with a shy smile painted on his lips, "No, you." He leaned closer, whispering the words you were dying to hear while keeping eye contact. "I love you."

you didn't even know that you could smile wider but you did. "Really?" your teasing tone was evident on your voice.

Steven planted both of your foreheads together, nodding and smiling as wide as you, "Shall I say it again?" You tried to contained the giggle from coming out but failed miserably.

"Yes please." He bit his lip before leaning down and attacked you with multiple pecks and kisses on your lips softly, murmuring small "i love you"s every now and then.

You and him giggled into the kiss like a new highschool couple that just had their first kiss.

Gray really is your favorite color.

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Own me

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader (slight x Marc Spector)

Warnings; 18+ content, smut, piv, no protection/condom (seal it before you hit it, loves), slight sub!Steven, slight femdom!Reader, dom!Steven, basically Steven is a switch, cunnilingus, Woman On Top, yes to tension, slight angst for Marc

Summary; You were a mess, you tried to fix it by pretending that nothing happened but Steven has other plans for you.

Word count; 4,7k

A/n; No beta read, it's 3am rn and I just finished this bcs I couldn't sleep at all. I seriously went all out on this one, guys-

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You accidentally closed the door harshly, cringing as you heard the loud noise it made.

You bit your bottom lip and paced around the bathroom, trying to calm yourself down at least a tiny bit before you faced him again.

"How does it feels like having her here, Steven?" Steven threw a glare at Marc who was already looking at him with a teasing smirk.

"She's in the bathroom, changing into one of your clothes. You purposely choose your favorite sweater, right?"

Steven blushed, he didn't say anything, only coughing lightly and shifted his gaze elsewhere, anywhere else so he couldn't see the teasing smirk on his alter's face.

It's true, he did choose them because it's his favorite, he always wanted to see you in them so he took the chance when he saw it, it's not wrong, isn't it?

He caught the sight of your phone, still shining brightly between his covers. He tilted his head slightly, why does your screen looked familiar?

"Let's check."

Steven threw another glare at Marc, how could he say such things? Steven swear that sometimes Marc is his intrusive thoughts. "It's her privacy." his alter only shrugged his shoulders at him. "Yeah, but aren't you curious?" Steven shifted his gaze back to your phone, biting his lip. He couldn't lie and said that he wasn't but still.

"Maybe we could take a peek through her gallery?"

Now, that was a very tempting offer- he shook his head, shaking the thought away. He shouldn't do that, that's against your privacy but the way your phone light up is just so distracting, "If you don't want too, I'll do it." Marc folded both of his hand in front of his chest with a slight smirk, looking down at his alter, he's challenging Steven.

Steven sighed, looking at the bathroom door for a few seconds before heading towards his bed.

He couldn't gave Marc control, he wouldn't let him frontend because you're here right now, who knew what he'll do?

"Hey!" Marc shouted at him, offended.

Steven ignored him and sat down on the bed, muttering under his breath. "Alright, but just this once."

You looked at the mirror, opting to wash your face with water to clear your head. It didn't work though, you stared at your reflection while gripping the side of the sinks tightly as if it were to blamed for this awkward situation.

What should you do now? You can't just walked up to him and casually said 'hey, I may or may not have seen your nudes, didn't know why you're sending them to me but I'm not complaining though!'

"No! That's just plain stupid!"

You groaned and stared at the sweater that Steven gave you, it was a dark gray sweater that is obviously too big for you. Picking it up and brushing the fabric with your thumb and hesitantly bring them up to your nose, sniffing them.

It smelled exactly like Steven, light smell of balsam, and combined it with light musk and powder. There's also hints of rum and vanilla.

The smile unconsciously formed on your face, you've always wondered how he would smelled like up close and now that you knew you'd make sure you'll remembered this.

It suit Steven, the color gray and the scented sweater, somehow it makes you feel comfortable, at ease.

And then it hit you, "I must've gone crazy..." you frowned as you murmured under your breath, lowering down the sweater, how could you sniff your crush's clothes like that?!

You shook your head and took off all of your clothes, groaning slightly when you noticed that your underwear were also wet, you can't wear them but you can't exactly not wear them either.

You tried to look for a pair of pants but it seemed like Steven forgot to gave you one.

Fuck, what should you do?

Steven bit his lip, now he's feeling rather awkward that he's seen your screen. It was a picture of him from last night, he was wondering why you were staring at it pretty intensely earlier.

He didn't expect you to openly stared at this picture when he's near, is this a sign? Are you trying to tell him something?

"I guess it's time we make the move."

Steven bit his lip harder, trying to calm his rapid heartbeat, he couldn't think of any more reason than that and Marc's encouragement isn't helping either.

"It's only fair since she made the first move, right?"

"Marc,"

"What? You're also thinking about it."

It makes him shy but also proud at the same time that he could drew that expression out of you with just a picture. Imagine what kind of expression would you make if he gave you the real thing?

"Don't be a coward, Steven."

You stared at your pair of underwear before shuffling them inside your wet clothes, hugging the fabric close to your chest. You felt naked even though you're wearing Steven's oversized sweater.

You didn't even realized the size difference that you both had until you wore his clothes, the sweater was so big it stopped at the middle of your thighs.

Wait- isn't this such a cliche situation that you're in right now?

You felt like his girlfriend now that you've think about it. A girlfriend spending time at her boyfriend's flat on a rainy day wearing his sweater and nothing more underneath.

Is he trying to tell you something?

You shook your head, smiling at the thought, "He's not like that," you said to yourself but he did send you that picture though.

You gripped your hair, "It's all too confusing," taking a deep breath you stared at your reflection with a determined expression, "Let's just pretend that nothing happened, it's easy." you slapped both of your cheeks and forced a smile, "Yeah, you can do this y/n."

Steven on the other hand had 'accidentally' opened your nudes and has been staring at it for a couple of minutes now, he couldn't take his eyes of it no matter how hard he tried- well, Marc also wanted to stare at it but that's beside the point right now.

"Steven?" your voice startled him, he snapped his eyes towards your direction and his breath hitched.

You stare at him with a small smile, he could felt his dick twitched inside his sweatpants just by looking at you.

You looked so small and somehow sexy in his sweater, admittedly, he really did forgot to gave you a pair of pants but it's so worth it, you looked even better than his imaginations.

He had a hard time trying to contain himself because all he wanted to do right now is just slammed you down the bed and ravage your body to his heart content.

"Steven?" you repeated his name, he looked like in a trance, it's quite adorable really but why is he holding your phone?

Suddenly you realized something. Fuck, He's holding your phone!

Your voice snapped him from his trance, his mouth suddenly felt dry, he licked his lips before speaking, "y-yeah?" he didn't noticed that he had gripped your phone hard because he tried to stay put.

It's really getting hard, "Just like our friend down there."

He furrowed his eyebrows, glaring behind your figure where Marc is holding his laugh.

"Shut up."

"Excuse me?"

He shifted his gaze back at you and mentally cursed himself, how could he forgot that you're here?

He shook his head, "No, no, not you. It was um-" you raised an eyebrow, what is he supposed to say anyway? 'Hey, I have a crush on you and a boner rn, I also have an alter name Marc, he's a little bastard.'

No, he couldn't said it.

"Steven?"

Marc stared at his alter in disbelief, how dare he said that to him. Steven only ignored him again, putting all of his attention to you instead.

He took a deep breath and smiled softly at your direction instead, "No, nevermind."

You stared at him for a moment, Steven was always like that, saying things under his breath and you've been ignoring it, never questioning him because you thought that it's only one of his cute quirks.

You wanted to ask him but right now is not the right moment for that, you only nodded your head at him, standing there awkwardly.

"Tell her to sit down."

He tapped the bed beside him, you slowly sat beside him on the bed, scooting a little further away from him. He almost frowned at your action, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"You, uh, are you comfortable?"

You forced a smile on your face, nodding your head softly.

"Me? Oh, yes, yes I'm comfortable."

And then it was silence again, it was awkward and suffocating, you felt like if you didnt sort this out quickly your 'friendship' would came to an end. You don't want that.

"Y/n, I-"

"Steven, I-"

Both of you said at the same time, you nervously smiled at him and he mirrored you.

"You go first,"

"No, you go."

"You said it first."

"You said it second."

"That's why you should go first."

Steven looked the mirror for a few second, Marc was encouraging him to talk to you,

He looked down at his hands, suddenly feeling more nervous than awkward. He squeezed both of his hand, "You can do it, Steven."

"Alright, um, about the picture..."

He looked up at you, his eyelashes are so long and his eyes looked so beautiful like this, looking straight at you, you felt your heartbeat quickened.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, I got that. You look good, I mean you always look good but like- you get it!"

He smiled at you, you're so nice, complimenting him like that, "You also look gorgeous, so pretty with that lingerie."

You furrowed your eyebrows, what did he just say? "What lingerie?"

Now it's his turn to be confused, "The one that you send to me last night?"

This is news to you, because what is he talking about?

"I- what?"

"You don't remember?"

You shook your head, looking down at your phone on his grasp.

He looked down at his hands, "Oh! I'm sorry, here you go."

You took your phone from his hands, unlocking them and scrolled up, he leaned closer, arms barely brushing by his close he is to you.

You bit your lips, feeling his warm bodies beside yours.

His body felt so warm even without touching you, you wondered how would it be when it's skin to skin.

"Oh, I did send it." you saw the picture and it was true that you've send him first. You cringed, how could you messed up so badly like this?

Steven was getting more nervous by the revelation, he's right, you indeed didn't meant to send it to him.

You noticed this and cleared your throat, catching his attention, "You're right, I do look good." You chuckled, trying to ease the tension and he followed you, shaking his head and leaned further.

"Yeah,"

You already missed his warmth.

You look at each other and laughed again, feeling the tension in the room started to deemed with each laughter that you've share.

"I'm sorry it was my mistake," you said with another laugh, his laughter slowly died down until he's just smiling, looking deep into your eyes.

"Mine wasn't."

"What?

"You said yours was a mistake but I meant to send mine."

He stared at you intensely as if he's trying to read your expression.

You were shocked beyond belief, all this time you've thought he only thought of you as a friend, a very good friend.

Sure, he's nice, he's always there to cheer you up, lifting your spirits in every way that he could and he's so charming you can't help but fell for him.

But for him to fell for you? That sounded like an unrealistic scenario. Him? In love with you? You just couldn't wrapped your head around the thought.

You opened your mouth and tried to said something, anything but you can't find your voice, not when he's looking at you like that.

Like you're the only one who's worthy of his attention, he looked desperate almost.

And that made you felt something you didn't knew you could.

The silence made him felt like his heart would burst out of his chest with each passing second, "Did you..." He started, he clenched both of his hands together, gathering his courage to talk again, "Regret it?"

He finally said it, the thought that was sitting on the back of his mind, haunting him since last night and now that he did, he's scared, he's terrified even, what if it was really a mistake? What if he ruined your friendship just because of this?

"No." you hurriedly said, shaking your head as you unconsciously moved closer to him. You saw the light in those eyes again, he gulped, gripping his hands tighter.

"No, I don't regret it."

You looked down to his lips, suddenly feeling yours dry and slowly swept your tongue on your bottom lip, wetting them and his breath hitched at the sight, he mirrored your action and does the same and now he can't seem to tear his gaze away from your lips.

It was like he's hipnotized by them.

"Can I kiss you, y/n?" he blurted it out and instantly regretted it, shaking his head and tried to talk again before you leaned closer to him, your hand already found his nape to pull him to you, kissing his lips hard and shutting whatever that he's trying to say next.

You didn't want to know, you didn't care, all that you care is having his lips on yours and it was so worth it.

He was startled but immediately kissed you back, tilting his head slightly to deepen it. Kissing you felt magical, he finally understood what the characters on his romance books meant by electric kiss, it was exactly this.

You felt him gripped your waist, he's kissing you hard and you felt like he's taking your breath away by how passionate he is, you loved it.

You could feel the desperation, the longing and the love. It leaves you breathless and you can't get enough of it but he suddenly pulled away, his breath are heavy as he smiled down at you with hooded eyes.

His eyes staring back to back from your lips to your eyes, as if he can't decided where to look but eventually he leaned closer again, brushing your lips together with each words that came out of his mouth.

"I've been meaning to do that for a while now,"

You gripped his shoulders in response, "I do too," you whispered as you stared at his lips, already wanting more after just a taste.

"Steven,"

"Yes, love?"

Fuck, he just called you love.

"Kiss me again."

He wasted no time and pulled you in for another kiss, you suddenly lift yourself up and felt him pulled you to him, you sat down on his lap, your fingertips trailed his nape upwards to his head, brushing his hair between your fingers before firmly gripping them.

He let out a low groan between the kiss and you felt it straight down to your core. You're so close but you couldn't help but want more as if this closeness is not enough, you craved more of him, to be even closer than you already are if it was possible.

Your hips started to sway with each movement of his lips, grinding down on him, making him pushed his hips upwards to you and then you felt it. You moaned at the sensation, he's so hard underneath you.

You pulled back and he chased your lips, leaning closer to follow your lips with furrowed eyebrows.

You bit your lip at the sight, he's fucking adorable.

He flickered his gaze to meet yours, breathing heavily and those eyes, god, those beautiful eyes or his. You couldn't help but thought that he looked so pretty like this and so desperate for you. It made you felt giddy and you loved this feeling.

You don't want this to end, not like this but you couldn't continue with the possibility of a one night stand with him, you're a selfish person and you're going to get what you want.

You placed your handsbon his cheeks, rubbing them softly. "I want you, Steven." you fingertips softly trailed down to his lips and rubbed them. He almost melted under your touch, gripping your arm and softly rubbed them, "I want you too, y/n." his voice was barely above whisper, you shook your head and he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

"Not just your body, nor just for tonight." you shifted your gaze back to his eyes, those beautiful chocolate eyes of his that you've grew fond of and leaned closer, lips brushing with each words that you've said.

"I want to own you and I want you to own me too."

You whispered, you could felt his dick twitched. He took a deep breath and gripped your arm tighter, trying to contained his lust and desires for you. Steven was not someone who had a good self control, he never was. Hell, he even masturbated at a alleyway because of your nudes.

And now hearing you talked to him like that isn't helping at all, you didn't have the slightest idea of how much control and affect you have on him.

"Y/n, You've already owned me for a long time." he looked deep into your eyes, you could see how desperate he is. "I want you too, please," you could felt his rapid heartbeat, it was beating as fast as yours are.

"Please, I want to own you." he gulped, leaning even closer, he's getting more and more desperate and it showed. "Can I truly own you, love?"

You nodded your head, smiling brightly as you planted both of your foreheads together, "You own me. I'm yours, Steven. I'm all yours."

He smiled before kissing your lips again, this time more aggressive than before. You hummed when you felt his hands moved up, slipping them inside his sweater, pulling away slightly with a teasing smirk, "no panties?" you playfully rolled your eyes at him but you can't help but smiled, "they were wet."

He laughed at your expression before kissing you again, gripping both of your waist as he teasingly moved his hands on your skin, you felt warm under his touch.

He circled his fingertips on your inner thighs, inching closer to your already wet pussy, he moved them so slowly you had to buckled your hips to met his fingers.

"Don't tease me, Steven."

You glared at him and he smiled at you with an innocent expression.

"I'm sorry, love. Where do you want me to touch you?"

You tightened the grip on his hair and he groaned in response, looking up at you, you've already stared down at him, as if you're challenging him.

He gulped, is he into this?

"That was an order, Steven." your tone was harsh and he felt something inside him stirred.

The answer is yes, yes he's very much into this.

"Right away, ma'am."

He said before lifting your body up with ease and softly lay you down on his bed, he positioned himself between your legs, you lift your legs to his direction and he took them, kissing your ankles softly as he stared down at you.

"You're beautiful," he murmured on your skin as he kissed down to your thighs making you squirmed underneath him. He's getting closer and closer to your heat and he finally position himself between your legs, you lifted up his sweater so he could look at your already dripping pussy better.

You wouldn't lie and said that you don't felt embarrassed but the way he looked at you, the way he looked at your cunt is making your pussy clenched around nothing.

"Can I please taste you, love?"

He finally said and looked up at you, you nodded your head in excitement and that's his cue to start devouring you.

He'd never done this before, he didn't knew what to do, all that he knew is that he wanted to taste you, he wanted to make you cum on his tongue.

"Lick the folds," Marc voice rang inside their shared headspace, Steven followed his instructions without a question.

"That's it, Steven. Now lick upwards, you see that bundle over there? That's the clit. Lick it, suck it, bite it softly, do anything that'll stimulate that little guy."

He hummed and that send vibrations to you, you lifted your hips to met his mouth, moaning his name out loud when he continued his action.

You wrapped your thighs around his head, squeezing him when you felt him suck your clit hard, your hand flew down and gripped his hair, pushing his hair down as if he isn't close enough to your sex.

"Steven, Steven!"

You moaned his name like a mantra, he gripped your waist and lift your hips upwards as he continued to play with your clit with his tongue.

He was getting the hand of it and he couldn't hear Marc's voice again but he couldn't careless, his only priority right now is you.

He licked down your entrance, sucking them and shaking his head when he felt your hard clit pressed against his nose.

You gasped, feeling the familiar feeling in your lower abdomen started to pool, gripping his hair harder you murmured, "keep going, keep going, please, don't stop, don't stop, Steven!"

You were in a trance, he ate you out so good you're seeing stars, you couldn't think of anything, you couldn't say anything other than moans and pleas of his name.

You came on his tongue, hard.

He didn't stopped, he kept sucking your entrance as if your cum was the sweetest thing he'd tasted and he just couldn't get enough.

You had to physically pulled him away by his hair, he groaned at the sensation, looking down at you with his mouth still wet from his previous activity down there.

Both of your breathing is heavy, you pulled him closer by the hair and he climbed on top of you, whispering sweet nothings to him as he leaned closer.

You licked your own juices from his lips and he groaned loudly, "that's so hot." he could felt his dick twitched inside his sweatpants for the umpteenth time tonight.

"I want them off, right now."

He quickly sat up, pulling his clothes and throwing them elsewhere until he's sitting there, fully naked while you impatiently pulled the sweater off your body, throwing it somewhere.

He tried to climbed back up but you stopped him by putting your feet on his chest, he looked down at it before tilting his head towards you.

"Can I be on top, baby?"

He eagerly nod at your suggestion, he sat down beside you and planted his back to his bed counter while you moved your body so you're on top of him, both of your hands were placed on his shoulders as you stared down at him.

He gulped when you hold his cock between your palm, slowly pumping it and he let out a strained moan, "the condom, fuck-" you shushed him by teasing his tip on your clit before smearing your juices all over them.

"I'm putting it in,"

"Yes, yes please."

He quickly put his hands on your waist, looking down at where you'll be connected soon, you smirked at his expression, you could tell that he's really eager.

Slowly you ease down on him, feeling him fill you up inch by inch. You groaned at the feeling, he's so big, he's filling you up so good, you've never been this full before.

You slowly grind on him, setting up a pace that had him groaning your name softly in response and you felt yourself clenched at the sound.

Fuck, he's so hot. His moans and expression are heavenly and it's turning you on more and more.

You couldn't hold it in any longer so you crouched between his legs, he stared at you confused but before he could say anything you lift your hips up and slammed down, he gasped.

You continued to slammed your hips down and just as he liked to imagined, he gripped both of your waist and slammed upwards, meeting you in the middle.

You screamed his name in bliss, throwing your head back and he leaned forward, kissing and biting your neck, leaving trails of marks and purple-ish hickeys on them.

He growled on your neck when he felt your pace started to slow down, you gripped his hair hard when he hugged your waist, making your knees fell besides both of his legs.

He wasted no time and started to pistols his hips upwards, making you rolled your eyes.

It doesn’t take long before you felt that familiar heat of sensation inside you. Slowly but surely building deep in the pit of your stomach as you felt the pleasure spreading through your body.

"Steven, baby, baby, fuck-"

You couldn't say anything, no matter how hard you tried to warned him the only sounds that were spilled from your mouth was strained moans of his name.

He hugged your body close to his, you could feel every inch of his skin itching through yours and you loved it.

"Y/n, y/n, you feel so good, so good, so good,"

He groaned beside your ears, sending electric wave through your body and core.

"Cum with me, please. I wanna cum with you."

He murmured feverishly, the gripped on your waist was getting harder and harder by each passing seconds, you could imagined the brushed he'd left but that wasn't your concern right now.

How could you think of anything else when he's fucking you so good like this?

You could felt it, the twitch on his dick and the sweet and heavenly feeling is already so near, just a little bit more.

"Cum, cum, cum- Steven!"

You gasped, feeling him slammed upwards and filling you up so good. You rolled your eyes as you felt your insides snapped at the sensation, squeezing him dry greedily and wetting them at the same time with your cum.

You stayed just like that, sweaty bodies pressed against each other accompanied by your heavy breathings.

"That was, wow."

You let a giggle escape your lips, trying to let the hug go but he hugged you tighter, "stay, please stay." he buried his face between your neck, murmuring those words on your skin.

You petted his hair, softly brushing them between your fingers, "I'm staying, love. Let's lay down, my thighs- no, my body is sore all over."

After a minute or maybe more passed he finally lets you go but he's still holding on to your waist as you positioned yourself in his arms, snuggling to his chest with a contempt smile on your face.

"It was amazing," you looked up at him, smiling brightly.

"You're amazing, Steven."

He felt his heart squeezed at the sight, he couldn't helped but thank Marc on his mind for giving him the courage to make a move on you.

After a few hours passed by Marc frontend, he could felt the sore muscles that was caused by your previous activity, he groaned and felt you squirm in his arms.

Marc saw everything from earlier but didn't say anything so he wouldn't ruined the moment between the both of you.

Still, he couldn't help but felt the jealousy seeping through him, it wasn't fair, he liked you too, he wanted to be with you too, why was it that you only looked at Steven?

He knew it's selfish but he wanted you to be with him too, to fall in love and be with you just like normal people would. But he's not normal and Steven looked so happy, you also looked happy in his arms. Steven's arms.

You looked so calm and contempt, he brushed your hair away from your face, he stared at your face for a moment, drinking your expression with a small smile painted his face.

He sighed and hugged your body closer, feeling your warmth on his skin, it was so comforting, he loved it.

He shook his head, kissing your forehead lovingly. He wanted to be selfish, just for once. He deserved happiness too, right?

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[devilish-mirage]

Serendipity series

ser·en·dip·i·ty

/ˌserənˈdipədē/

noun

the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

"a fortunate stroke of serendipity"

"I must've gone crazy!"

"Don't be a coward, Steven."

"Did you regret it?"

"There's no way I'll end up with her."

"Friends don't look at friends that way."

"I think I love you."

×××

It started with a misclicked

In which you accidentally sent your nudes to your cute co-worker then things started to take a turn for better and for worse.

(⚠️ This series contain a lot of smut and adult themes 🔞)(❤️‍🔥 The smuts in this series can be read as a one shot ❤️‍🔥)

Part 1 | Misclicked ❤️‍🔥

Part 2 | Picture ❤️‍🔥

Part 3 | Clueless

Part 4 | His flat

Part 5 | Own me ❤️‍🔥

Part 6 | The morning after

Part 7 | Hero

Part 8 | Who do you belong to? ❤️‍🔥

Part 9 | Mistake

Part 10 |

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[devilish-mirage]

Summertime sadness

Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Jake Lockey x Fem!Reader

Tags; fluff, dorks in love, mutual pining, f/m/m/m, established relationship, major character death, angst, pregnancy, babies, still very much in love with each other

Summary; It's a lovely evening and Marc decided to reminisce about the past with you.

Word count; 3k

A/n; thank you beloved for the Spanish sentences <3333 @friendlyneighbourhood-parker

This fic is inspired by Lana's song with the same title.

Masterlist

"Good evening, baby."

Marc put the flowers down next to you, smiling brightly as he basked in the sunlight.

"Just so you know, I've picked them up on my way here."

He laughed at his own sentence, taking his seat right next to you.

He took a deep breath, staring dreamily at you smiling figure, suddenly he opened his mouth to voice the passing thought, "Do you remember when we first met?"

He said, looking down at you with a soft smile. He could still see how bright your smiles are that day, the very first day he met you.

"You were saying?"

Your voice rang through the empty parking lot, Marc blinked his eyes in confusion as he stared at you.

A girl in her mid 20s, with those beautiful and charming eyes that were boring to his.

"What?"

"Hmm, I really thought that you're asking me out for another date. Was I wrong?"

He panicked, gulping down his saliva, "Marc! Marc! Bloody hell- Marc!" he flickered his eyes looking straight to the reflection on the car door where Steven was frantically trying to grab his attention.

"Finally," his alter breathe, his expression changed into a soft one, "ask her out." he said.

Marc was conflicted, he knew this girl, he also maybe have a slight crush on her but openly flirting isn't really his forte, one might think that he's the confident and ladies man of the two but boy oh boy were they wrong.

"I, uh,"

You waited patiently for him, smiling sweetly as he stuttered his words to you.

"Can I take you out again?"

He looked up, his chocolate colored eyes bored into yours with such nervousness pooled in them, you bit your lower lip in attempt to conceal the smile that's forming on your face.

He's adorable, he really is. You couldn't wrapped your head around why he's so attractive to you but you're not one to complain for a good time so you've accepted it.

Than that thing leads to another row of dates where Marc and Steven tried to woo you to their best abilities, it was amazing, those dates were best time you've ever had in your life.

With just you and him- well, his alter too of course but you didn't knew that yet.

Until one day, you saw your boyfriend at a local bar, sitting alone with his back slumped and he's wearing a combination of outfit that you've never seen he wore before.

Why is he unironically dressed like a taxi driver on their day off?

So you decided to approach him but to your surprise he's not your boyfriend, he's not your Steven.

And sure enough, your relationship has been a bumpy ride since then, imagined just figuring out that your boyfriend of 3 months has a DID and he didn't even bother to tell you?

But the longer you tried with every tear, every skipped heartbeat, the passion and the pain, it's all worth it. They are all worth it. You eventually grew to love each of them equally as the time pass by.

"Are you guys sure I look good?"

"You look handsome, hermano." (Brother)

"We look the same but yes, you look good, Marc."

"I don't need your sassy tone right now, Steven"

Marc threw a glare at his alter before fixing the tie that was wrapped on his neck once again, no matter how many times he had undo it, it doesn't look that good in his eyes, he wanted everything to look perfect for this special evening. He had planned this for years, he couldn't mess this up, no.

Steven softly smiled at Marc,"It's alright," he's also nervous but Marc looked worse than him, "you'll do well, I'm sure." he said, mainly to calm down Marc but he did try to craved those words into his own mind so that he would also calm down a little.

"estoy seguro que lo haremos bien, ahora levanta tu trasero." (I'm sure we'll all do great, now get your ass up.)

Jake's voice snapped Marc out of his trance. Yes, of course, he could do this.

Marc nodded his head, looking at the jewelry box before he opened them, there it was, the diamond ring he had been put to the side because he wasn't sure when is the right moment but he couldn't wait anymore, he have to do this, he wanted to.

He took a deep breath and opened the door and was immediately greeted by you, you were wearing the most beautiful dress he had ever seen, he's sure it's like that because you're the one who wore it but still, "you took longer than I do." The teasing in your smile and voice is evident that he couldn't help but laughed softly, "I'm sorry, let's go?" You nodded, making your way to him and linked your arms around his. "Let's go, baby."

You sigh, walking in front of him with his suit wrapped around your body. You smiled at the stars above, they were shining so bright, even brighter than they usually do and is it just you or the moon also looked closer tonight?

Marc gulped, he nervously gripped the ring box inside his pocket, he took a deep breath. He could do this right? He practice way too hard for this, he could do it, yeah. Of course he could.

He kept repeating the sentence inside his mind, he make his way towards you slowly, you were still so focused on staring at the sky to notice that he's on his knees for you.

"Why are you kneeling down?"

The moon god suddenly said, looming at his avatar's figure before his avatar glared at him. "Move." The moon god didn't budge. Khonshu didn't understood the concept of his avatar kneeling down to anyone except him.

Marc could feel the vein popping in annoyance, "Khonshu, I swear-"

"Marc?"

He was startled when you crouched and met his height, looking at him with those innocent eyes and a smile plastered on your face before you look down to the ground.

"What? Did you found a treasure down there or something?"

Suddenly the deity infront of him didn't matter, only you, him and the lone box inside his pocket.

"Hm?"

You looked up and met his eyes, those same very eyes that you grew to love and can't life without.

"Do you know that I love you?"

You raised one of your eyebrow at him, smiling at the question, "it's pretty obvious really, you're smitten."

He nodded his head, laughing slightly at your answer before pulling the box from his pocket, you tilted your head in response.

He softly smiled at your reaction when you suddenly looked up and that panicked expression painted your face.

You couldn't believe it, is this truly happening right now? You pinched yourself on your cheeks, hard. You winched at the pain it caused, Marc only stared at you, drinking your expression with a soft smile before he was forced out by someone.

"te casarías conmigo?" (Marry me?)

Jake's voice rang clear, breaking the silence that resided between you and Marc earlier.

Marc and Steven stared at their alter from the car's reflection in disbelief, "Traitor! You fucking-!"

"Jake! We were supposed to go in order!"

You were speechless, you've imagined this scenario over and over in your head and you didn't knew that it'll come so soon.

You couldn't even trusted your own voice, you only nodded your head eagerly at the man in front of you with a wide smile, you didn't even realized that the tears has fallen from your eyes.

A hand wiped your tears away, frowning slightly as he stare at your face, you tried to laughed it out but it just wouldn't stop. You couldn't stop crying.

"Don't cry, love."

You gripped his hand, nodding your head and smiled the tears still falling from your eyes, "I love you, I love you so much. I love you more than my Egyptian books that I have pilled up-"

You laughed, sniffing as you close the distance and kissed his lips messily.

You pulled back and planted your foreheads together, he softly whispered the words he's been practicing hard to you, "May I have the honor of being your husband?"

You hummed, leaning to kiss him again. "Yes," a kiss, "you," another kiss, "may." and another soon followed, he giggled at your response, kissing you lovingly before opening his eyes once more.

You knew that stare, you knew who's eyes are those, you stare at him lovingly, "you asked me if I've found a treasure earlier, right?"

You sniffed, "Y-yeah." letting your boyfriend wiped the remaining tears yet again from your face.

He smiled softly at you, "I'm looking at it right now," leaning closer as his eyes gazed lovingly into your own, "you're our treasure, y/n." He continued with a soft whisper.

"I don't know what I'll do without you and I don't even want to imagined that, so... " your breath hitched as he opened the jewelry box, it was the most beautiful diamond ring you've ever set your eyes upon. "Marry me," feeling the tears welled once up again, "Marry me and never leave my side.

I promise I'll make you the happiest woman alive if you give me the chance."

"Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!"

You bawled your eyes again not knowing that Steven and Jake were scolding Marc in their shared headspace.

"Now, look at what you did, Marc!"

"Mierda, Marc!" (shit)

You blankly stare at the plastic in front of you, biting your lips hard as you waited for the results to appear.

Once it showed, you quickly stumbled outside, accidentally slamming the bathroom door, making your husbands came running straight at you.

"Mi cielo!" (My heaven)

"What happened?!"

"Are you alright?!"

They kept fronting back and forth and it's honestly quite funny on how they all have different expressions and accents.

You shook your head and showed them the test pact results, smiling brightly.

They froze, looking at the double strips in silence, you tilted your head, you couldn't see their expression and you could felt the anxiety seeping through your bones with each passing seconds, did you read them wrong? Did they not want a child? Did they regret it? What are they-

Suddenly you were swept off your feet and they spin you around, laughing loudly.

"I'm gonna be a father!"

"I can't believe it!"

"Well, now you're not gonna be the only one who calls me Daddy, huh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, the smile was evident on both of your faces.

Screams and shouts were the only thing that was heard from the operating room, your voice was the loudest compared to them all, your hand gripped your husband's tightly, clawing them as you tried to push the baby out of you.

Marc winced, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself down. The pain didn't bother him but the way your voice and pained expression did, it made him felt horrible.

He silently and desperately prayed, prayed for your and your baby safety. He felt you held his hand tighter, "it's alright, baby. You're doing an amazing job, you're wonderful." Marc said, smiling softly as you closed your eyes before pushing again.

You tried your hardest and he knew, he could felt his heartbeat quickened with every push that you made.

It pains him to see you like this, he doesn't want you to go through this. If he could he'll gladly took the pain away, he'd rather suffer and take all the pain away rather than for you to experience this.

"Hey, love. You'll be just fine."

Steven frontend, brushing your hair out of your face softly, he softly smiled at you in attempt to reassure you.

"Breath, I'm here, we're here with you."

You nodded your head at him, taking another deep breath as you tried to push again. You can do it, you have too. You said to yourself.

"You're almost there, keep going!"

The doctor shout and that has given you a newfound motivation, you felt the grip on your hand became tighter.

Jake frontend next, the doctors in the room already said that your baby head is already out but you've already looked so worned out.

"You're doing great, mi ceilo." (My heaven)

You gasped, feeling yourself being spilt in two. You screamed in agony, you don't think- you couldn't, no, you couldn't give up now, you flickered your eyes to your husband, you can't even recognized who's fronting right now but the pain in his eyes and your lower half is too much for you to handle by yourself.

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay strong for all of you but he knew deep down his nightmare would came true.

"no te haré pasar por esto otra vez, lo siento." (I'm not putting you through this again, I'm sorry)

And then you both heard it, the obnoxiously loud sound of a baby crying. You sighed in bliss and let yourself sink into the mattress, you felt like shit, you felt sticky and you could barely opened your eyes but you did managed to caught a glimpse of your baby before the doctors handed them to your husband.

Steven smiled proudly, looking at his daughter in awe, "she's perfect," he said just barely above whispers as if he's afraid that the little bundle of joy in his arms would be frightened.

"She looked exactly like you."

"I'm sure she'll be a trouble maker."

"She'll also be a heart breaker, look at her. As pretty as an angel."

You let out a weak laugh at their banter, taking another deep breath as you felt like the room is moving, your visions starting to get blurry.

"Can I please hold her?"

Your husband nodded his head, smiling softly as he carefully place your daughter in your arms.

"Hey, little girl. You're so pretty."

You whispered at her, you used your finger to poke and caress her small cheeks and she smiled in response.

You felt your heart melt and Marc's too as he stare at the sight.

He's so blessed.

You looked up at him and tried to scoot over to make room, you tilted your head to the side, silently asking him to lay next to you.

He looked around, the doctors were already out and they did say he could spend some alone time with you.

He giddily smile and lay down, carefully placing your head on his chest as he cradle you closer and looked down at your baby.

"I love you,"

"I love you more, baby."

He thanked the God above for giving him this chance, a chance to be happy with you and his alters but now he have one more bundle of joy to take care off.

But the smile on his face left as soon as it came once he realized the light in your eyes started to dim down.

He quickly leaned closer and kissed your forehead, murmuring the words into your skin.

"Hey, hey, just- just stay awake for me?"

He leaned back, staring at your calm and contempt face in panic, he could felt your heartbeat getting slower and weaker.

No, no, no! Please, please don't do this to him. Not you, anything but you!

He felt the cold touch of your hand on his cheek, smiling weakly at him, "You should smile, they suit you better."

He gripped your arm, desperately trying to held the tears from falling down his face.

"Nothing could suit me more than you do, love."

You laughed at Steven's word, winching as you felt the pain coming through.

"I-is that a promise?"

Jake nodded his head, "Es una promesa, mi amor." (It's a promise, my love)

You sigh, struggling to keep your eyes open. "Can I sleep for a bit? I'm so sleepy." you could felt he tightened his grip on your body as the words left your mouth, his breath hitched.

"Yes, yes, you can."

"Right, I'll see you in a bit."

He choked a sob, he couldn't keep it in anymore, the tears are already falling from his eyes, wetting his cheeks.

"I'll see you in a bit, baby."

And with that you closed your eyes, Jake couldn't take it anymore so he broke down, holding the baby closed to his heart. He made a vow that day, to make sure that his angel would be safe and sound and he wouldn't let the world hurt her, whatever it takes.

"Daddy?"

He blinked his eyes and flickered his gaze to the girl in front of him, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking on how beautiful mommy looked right now,"

He quickly wiped his tears away, laughing slightly to hide them.

"The wind is really naughty, they blew dust into daddy's eyes!"

The girl smiled brighly at him, those were the same smile as yours. They're identical. He softly smiled, handing her his phone, where it showed your picture.

She gasped, "She really is beautiful, daddy!" giggling, looking at the pictures and him back to back.

"Wow, I look like her!"

Marc nodded his head, brushing his daughter's hair behind her ears.

"You really do."

"Does that means I'm as pretty as mommy!"

"You're as pretty as mommy, maybe even prettier." She gasped, giggling loudly as she hugged her father.

Steven frontend for a moment and hugged their daughter tight, he missed hugging you, they all missed you.

He flickered his gaze to your grave with a small smile.

"I think I'll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky." he said, fighting back the tears that threatened to fell as he stared at your tombstone with you daughter wrapped tightly in his arms.

His breath are shaky as he tried to tear his eyes away from your picture on his phone, he took another glance at your tombstone before forcing himself to stood up.

"We have to go now," Jake said, the words were heavy on his chest, your daughter nodded her head and held his hand tightly as they walked away but then she ran back to your grave, putting a single flower that she picked down and smile brightly.

"I miss mommy too but don't worry, I'll protect daddy!"

He almost broke down at the sight, "we're so lucky to have you." he said as he kissed your daughter's forehead.

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Misclicked

Pairing; Steven grant ×fem!Reader,

Warnings; it's 18+ content, alcohol mentioned, no smut though but still in the sexual category

Summary; you were drunk and accidentally send a naughty pic to someone.

Word count; 500+

A/n; you're feeling yourself as you should babes, love ur body!

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Closing your door with a loud thud you stumbled inside you apartment, throwing your high heels to gods knows where and walking groggily before you decided to sit in front of the large mirror in your living room.

The curtains were drawn and the only source of light were the moonlight, but it's sufficient. You can see enough.

You stare at your reflection, gazing up your face for a moment before looking down to your body and then back to the mirror.

You slowly unbutton your jacket, throwing it somewhere before positioning yourself so you're on your knees.

You were wearing a skin tight black long sleeve dress, it hugs your body in the right places, perfectly highlighting your curves.

You smirked at your own reflection. Damn, is this how you looked all night? You look so good it's a waste that you can't flaunt it more.

But it doesn't matter, you'll take a pic so that when you're not feeling yourself you can see this and hopefully lift your spirits up.

So you take out your phone from your purse, opening your camera as you started your own private photoshoot.

The first one was pretty normal, with you still on your knees, you put your hand behind your head and lift your hair up, sticking out your tongue with a wink.

You were getting too hot and aware by how sticky you actually are, so you take the dress off you, huffing as you struggle to pull it over your head.

Once you're done, you look at the lingerie that you choose to wear, it was even better and sexier than that skin tight dress.

The lingerie is highlighting your skin perfectly and if it was possible you were feeling more confident. So you decided that you're not done with the pics yet.

The second pic is getting dangerous, with you opening you legs widely as the thin lacy piece of thong that can barely cover your pussy was fully shown, your bra strap fell to your shoulder. You were smirking and place a finger on your lip in a shushing manner.

You took a couple more, each one getting bolder and bolder by the seconds. Some were blurry but it added a nice effect on it, plus you're too drunk to even care anyway.

Once you took the last pic your phone rings loudly, your visions are blurry so you can't see who's calling. It's long past midnight already, who the fuck would be calling you?

But before you pick it up, it ended. You huff loudly, "rude." you muttered under your breath before standing up, once again groggily make your way to your bedroom.

A ding! rang through the silent apartment, you clicked the notification and with your hazy vision you tried your hardest to read them.

Steven with a V

I'm sorry, Y/n! I misclicked it.

You even tried your hardest to type a reply, your hands were shaking and typed a few random letters and numbers, you deleted those and tried again. You finally managed to finish your text but that's not the only thing that you did.

Y/n

Ueah no priblom

*sent an image*

*sent an image*

*sent an image*

You throw yourself to the bed and put your phone away at the table besides it. It didn't take that long until you were lulled to sleep, not hearing the loud ding! From your phone once again.

Steven with a V

*sent an image*

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Heaven

Yandere/Dark!Jake Lockley xFem!Reader

Warnings; Jake Lockley, obsessive and possessive behavior, toxic relationship, the reader is being manipulated by papi Jake, stockholm syndrome, mention of sex but not that explicit, guns.

Summary; They say, "all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you." and that's exactly what Jake did.

Word count; 1,2k

A/n; no beta read.

This is based on the song "Heaven - Julia Michaels"

Part 2 Him & I

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Love's my religion but he was my faith

You know deep down that this is wrong, you can feel that he's a dangerous man and you can't keep doing this. He's the type of man that your mother and friends told you to stay away from, to run away without looking back.

But the way he looked at you with those hooded eyes, his chocolate colored eyes draws you in and suddenly you felt as if the thought was nothing but a fleeting thing.

Something so sacred so hard to replace

His hands is warm, they're calloused but they make you feel safe and secure. The way that he holds you is nothing but innocent but you loved every second of it. Every brush of his fingertips to your skin was heavenly.

Fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace

He's not a bad boyfriend, no. He's wonderful even. He'd buy you flowers, spoil you with gifts and the sex was amazing, drive you everywhere you want without even complaining, and he would always help you out around the house.

With only one rule present, you can't go out without him. You can't be out of his sight, you can't call your old friends nor families because he'd taken away your phone. But it's alright because he is more than enough. So you slowly cut them all off, leaving you with only Jake by your side.

All wrapped in one he was so many sins

That's the first time you saw that much blood in your life, you never would've thought that the man who holds you so dearly would be bathed in such gruesome liquid but you let him in anyway. Ignoring all your instinct that's screaming for you to run.

Carefully holding his arm as you support him inside, not caring how sticky and disgusting the smell of it is, no matter how overwhelmed you were- you push it all down, for him.

Would have done anything, everything for him

After that, the red flags seems to catch up, you started to notice more and more dangerous side of him. How he'd treat you sweetly the first second and how he would flipped in the next, how he would have multiple guns tucked away on his closet, and how he would talk to the mirror sometimes- cursing his own reflection as if it was his worse enemy.

But it doesn't matter, he's your lover. The one who'll you always choose over anything in this damned world.

And if you ask me I would do it again

A few weeks had gone by without a single news from you, no text, no calls nor email. Your families and friends were worried sick for you well being, they've even consider to file a missing person's case when suddenly they received a white letter without an address with your handwriting.

"Don't look for me, I'm safe."

No need to imagine 'cause I know it's true

"Jake?" He hums, looking at you as he hold the gun in his hand, not caring that you see it because he knows you wouldn't care, he had you wrapped around his finger and he loves it.

"Come to bed with me?" Your voice was soft, so soft that if he doesn't have his so called superpower he wouldn't hear you. The side of his mouth tugged to the side, smiling as he strides towards you, hand still holding the gun.

"Alright. Hold this for me, mi cielo?" he kissed your forehead before handing you his gun, without a question you took the gun, holding it in front of your stomach as he lift you up- carrying you bridal style to your shared bedroom.

They say, "All good boys go to heaven"

But bad boys bring heaven to you

Sometimes he'd be in a bad mood, but he would never hurt you, his princesa. So he settles it with sex, rough and violent sex that leaves your body bruised and aching but you loved the feeling of it, it makes you feel alive.

The best part comes after that, because after that he'd take care of you, kissing every single bruised and damaged skin with such tenderness that makes you melt.

It's automatic

It's just what they do

"Oh? You think you're so dependent now?" You roll your eyes at him, holding your bag tightly in one hand as you shoved you clothes inside not even sparing him a glance.

"Mi cielo, listen to me." His voice is dangerously low, for the first time you felt threatened by him.

But you don't want to obey him, you've always obeyed him, you're tired and you now want him to obey you instead.

You don't realize the power they have, until they leave you and you want them back

"Ok, fine, leave." you froze, did you just heard that right?

You could hear his heavy footsteps walking further away from you and you snaps your head. No, no, this isn't what you want. No!

Nothing in this world prepares you for that.

You ran outside quickly, not caring to close your doors behind you as your eyes frantically searched for his figure.

You didn't care when the cars were honking at you because you crossed the road without looking at both ways, fuck that. You didn't even know where you're going, the only thing that you know is that you need to find him.

"Jake!" you scream when you saw him with his cap entering some dark alleyway, you didn't even bother to check if it's really him before running inside. "Jake, baby, I'm sorry!"

Where did he go? He can't leave you, no, no, no. You can't, you can't lose him. Anything but him.

You feel your back collide with someone's chest and you smile, turning your back so you can face him, expecting his beautiful chocolate colored eyes boring into yours with such intensity that you're used to, but no.

This is not your Jake.

It's automatic

It's just what they do

The man stares at you with such a disgusting expression on his face, "hello, cutie. What are you doing in a place like this, huh?"

You backed away slowly, your breathing is heavy, you can feel your heartbeat and how fast they are beating inside your chest.

"Why don't we have some fun? come on." he's getting closer and you closed you eyes, hugging your body tight.

But before he touch your forearm you heard a loud noise- it's a gun shot. You slowly open your eyes and saw the man's body underneath you, blood started to pool around your feet.

You quickly look up and saw him, the love of your life, the only one who can keep you safe. "Come here." he held his arms wide open with a smile.

And with that you run towards his embrace. Not caring that you've stepped on the still warm corpse as you held onto him like your life depends on it.

"There, there," he pats your head, softly caressing your hair between his fingers and hugging your waist tight. "Didn't I already told you, mi cielo? The only safe place you have is with me."

He's right, everything outside is dangerous. Jake is always right. Why did you go against his words in the first place, you should've stay put.

You nod eagerly, holding him tighter as you bury you face deeper into his chest, missing the sickening smile that paints his face.

They say, "All good boys go to heaven"

But bad boys bring heaven to you.

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Habits

Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings; none (does my bad grammar count?)

Summary; he always comes back no matter how much he act as if he hates you.

Word count; 1,3k

A/n; no beta read, I swear I intended to write smut but somehow it turns into this-

Part 2 Blessing in Disguise

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Here he is again, stumbling to carry himself with a terrible injury to your apartment. It wasn't his fault that most of his mission were nearby. He couldn't go to the hospital nor take care of himself, so that leaves him with this option.

The only safe option that he always tries to avoid and somehow always making because deep down he knows he needed this.

But for you it was different, it wasn't supposed to go this way, he wasn't supposed to be here and you were supposed to keep your distance away from him but here you are, for the umpteenth time, tending his wound because he wasn't careful enough.

You keep telling yourself that this is the last time you'll do this, it's the last time you'd open your door for him and the last time you'll let him in. It would be the last time that he sits there, knees touching with yours as his shirt hiked up to show his chest, the place where his injury is located.

You tried so hard to focus, you remind yourself that he is a patient but it isn't easy when he's sitting there with his chest on full display for you to see.

This man is oozing with sexuality and he doesn't even realize it but you like to think that he does, the reason he's always coming back is because he wants to see you. To tease and haunt you with his face, you curse yourself for being such a sucker for his looks.

But he looks so exhausted everytime and you can't help but worry. No matter how much you tried to hate him, you still care about him. Your heart longs for him but you know deep down that he doesn't feel the same so you opted to keep your mouth shut.

Maybe it's because you've seen people like him, people who tried so hard to push others away so they can be in pain alone, it isn't healthy but they've never learned to handle their pain in a healthy way before, nobody has showed them and when they do, they're scared at the unfamiliarity.

They're not used to it and it makes them terrified.

You know it scares him, to be cared of, to be loved by someone. So you'll give him space no matter how many times your heart aches at this specific scenario.

Or maybe you're just imagining things, that your brain makes up this scenario. Maybe you read too much into his actions when in reality he just really hate your guts.

But a girl can dream, right?

It's always has been like this, this particular thing is becoming a habit at this point. With the same thread and needles that you always wear to tend his wound in silence with his eyes bored deep into your face, as if he's studying you.

In a way you're correct, he's staring at you with such intensity that wished he can paint your face deep inside his brain, so he wouldn't forget every little details of your face.

The way that your eyes would zoom in and out of focus when the thread enter his skin, how your eyebrows would furrowed slightly when the thread penetrate his skin deeper than you intended to, you're trying your best to not hurt him even though he know he'll heal this wound with the help of his suits but he just needs to see you from time to time.

You're his only thread of sanity left even though he would rather die than to admit it.

He likes to stare at you so that when he opened his eyes, he can imagine you beside him, resting in his arms with a content expression adorned on your face, but you don't need to know that.

He thinks that you hate him, he thinks that you're annoyed at him and how his presence irks you.

It's a given, he's a rude bastard when you both first met. Trying to solve all of the problem by himself and didn't even trusted you with the simple part of the mission.

But he remembered clearly as if it was yesterday, even though it's been a year already, but it was 5th June. It was the day that he first met you.

You were wearing a blue shirt, his favorite color and paired with the most mesmerizing smile he has ever seen. You were bright like the sun, always smiling and you're so fucking sweet he swears someday he'll get a toothache just because of you.

He knows you're a strong woman, he knows how capable you are but he just doesn't want to take the risk. What if he put you in danger because of him? What if you died because of him? He couldn't live with that.

So he push you away, again and again until you're done putting up with his bullshit, "that's better," he told himself all the time. What an obvious lie.

He was confident that you're only doing this because of your kind nature, you wouldn't turn a blind eye for someone who's in need of a help and he adore that about you.

"Who did this to you?"

"What?" you huffed, looking up at him with a glare. "I said, who did this to you, Marc?"

His breath hitched, he can't get over the way that you say his name, it's just a name for fucks sake's.

But the way it sounded on your tongue makes him feel things he doesn't want. It makes him nervous yet excited. It's weird, for a second he wants to stay here, just being in your presence, listening to your voice, your sweet sweet voice as you called his name but he can't, he won't let it happen.

"Just the usual thugs. Nothing special."

You hums softly as you thread the needles across his skin and then it was silence again. The only thing that you could heard was his steady breathing and the soft pitter-patter of raindrops outside.

You've always wondered why he's so hostile towards you, when you've ever did was just trying to befriended him.

"Why do you hate me?" you didn't dare to look up, you keep busying yourself with the thread, already guessing he's putting on a scowl on that pretty face of his.

You were greeted with silence, leaving your question hanging on the air. You've expected this, this is how he is.

It was honestly how the conversation would go between the two of you, it was always you who'd asks the questions, always trying to make the atmosphere better with light small talk and him being him would only reply curtly, maybe a sentence if you're lucky.

You bit the inside of your cheek, quickly tying the thread together and stand up straight, turning your back at him and walking away with the kit without saying another word to him.

"I don't hate you."

You stop dead at your track, did you just hear that right? It was so quiet, you almost think that you're imagining it.

He stare at the back of your head, frowning when he realized he'd blurted that sentence out, did you hear him? He doesn't want to take any chances so he does the one thing that he's good at- running away from his problems.

You stay silent for a few second before turning your head to look back at him, catching his figure already walking to the door.

"Wait, Marc-"

He didn't even give you the chance to say anything, he didn't want to hear it, he can't. He's too scared of your response, even though deep down he wants to know, he'll have to put it aside, it's for the better.

"Thanks." he stated, never once meeting your eye and with that he walks out the door leaving you alone in the empty apartment.

But you both knows that he would always come back, this is his habit after all.

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Can't Remember to Forget You

Marc Spector x Vigilante!Reader

Warnings; none

Summary; No matter how long time has passed Marc can't seem to forget you and you feel the exact same thing.

Word count; 700+

A/n; I was scrolling through tiktok and stumbled across this trend, I just had to write them.

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Marc was out of breath, the thugs were getting more and more out hand. He wasn't supposed to be this exhausted but it was because Khonshu just had to be called by Anubis to the underworld for whatever reason there is.

He didn't understand nor did he want to, the only thing he cared is that when the moon God isn't on earth the suit did not work as efficient as it usually does.

"Marc, Behind you!" Steven voice rings on his ears, he snaps his head and saw someone throw a dagger straight at him, he can only bet his reflexes were quick enough to catch it.

But before it reaches him the dagger was hit by another object, "why do I always find you in these kind of situations?"

There you were, standing confidently with the unconscious bodies littering around your feet, your lips tugged to a smirk. He can feel the world stops when he saw you, looking as pretty as the day he left.

Marc didn't have that much time to adore you before a flash of panic flashed before his eyes.

You missed one bastard, all because he was on the verge of death. The wound that Marc caused him earlier was fatal but he's still strong enough to use a gun, that bastard was a few feet away behind you, with a crazed smirk he point the gun to the back of your head.

"I'm taking you with me."

Marc reached towards you and pulls you into his embrace, flipping your body so that he can flaunt his cape to shield the bullet that targeted you.

"Bastard."

He growled, looking back and throw his crescent darts, hitting straight into that man's forehead. He was frantically breathing, trying to call himself down by taking deep long breaths, not caring on how you both can feel each other's heartbeat because of how close you were.

He then looked into your eyes, his mask unrevealing, showing his face and that beautiful chocolate toned eyes of his.

"You alright?"

You didn't answer him, you were distracted by how he look so worried and partially because you were lost in his eyes, those same eyes that would look at you with so much passion and adoration no matter what you do, the very same eyes that would express his most inner darkest feeling without him saying them because he know you would always feel it by looking at his eyes.

"I'm good, yeah."

He flickered his eyes down to your lips, the same lips that he used to pampered with kisses, that same soft lips that he would kiss passionately after every fight.

The both of you unconsciously leans closer, it was like instinct, like magnets that were attracted to the other end, you were drawn to him as he did to you. Eyes looking back to back from each other's and lips, you parted your lips at him, it drives him insane so he leans closer, basically inhaling each other's breath.

And then you heard the obnoxiously loud sirens coming closer, snapping the both of you from your trance.

"It's this way!" he heard the voices coming closer so he looked back and indeed saw the cops coming closer by the seconds.

"Fuck- we should-" he was cut off when he looked back at you, well, the place you were once in.

"You should really pay more attention to your surroundings, Moon Knight."

The Moonlight shines brightly, Illuminating your figure more as you stands there. You were so damn pretty it's distracting him.

You have successfully slipped from his embrace and dangle the ancient artifact that he was supposed to steal from these guys, with a smirk painting that damned soft lips of yours.

"Give it back." you shake your head, gripping the artifact harder in your hand.

"It was fun, I predict that we'll be seeing each other more in the future."

You bowed at him, head tilting slightly upwards as you hold your stomach with one hand and stretch the other to the side, smiling wildly at him before running away.

"Marc, who was that?" Steven voice pulled him out of his daydream. He cursed under his breath before taking off, leaving the confused cops behind.

"No one important."

Oh, he'll be seeing you more alright. He didn't even realized the smile on his face as he jumped to run after you.

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Mistake

Steven Grant x fem!Reader x Marc Spector

Summary; Marc disappearance made Steven's head in a mess, he didn't even realized he let his instinct took over until it was too late.

Tags; angst, bloods, mentioned act of violence, swearing

Word count; 1,1k

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Marc didn’t come out after that.

Not even once.

It has been a week, there’s no sign of him either. Steven had tried dozens of times to call him, desperately trying to reached out to his alter but his voiced only rang through the empty void that is his mind, where their shared headspace resides. He was greeted with nothing.

Steven was getting worried the longer it went by, at first he thought that Marc was pissed and needed alone time, or he was just being petty and didn’t want to meet him, but he never felt like his alter took over the body.

He should’ve been happy, he’s not hearing voices, he’s not sharing a body and a mind with another man. He was just him, and he should’ve feel normal- grateful even because this is all that he could’ve ever wanted, right?

Steven gulped, then why is he feeling like this? He shook his head, trying to buried the stinging sensation on his chest as he opened his bathroom door, closing them and he stood tall In front of the mirror.

“Marc,” he called his alter’s name once.

“Marc…” again.

He started to lose his patience, is this the only way? He doesn’t want to apologize, it’s his fault that Marc was watching when he’s fucking you.

“Marc, I’m sorry.” He admitted, looking intensely at his reflection, ready for his alter’s cocky smirk and playful remarks.

“Marc, are we really doing this?” he bitterly said, his stare was hardened to a glare. “You’re really childish, you know that?”

He clicked his tongue, “did you know that Khonshu was treating me as if I was a full time employee of his?” he started to say.

“You didn’t lie when you said that you did not have a fun time with that bloody pigeon.” He said with a light smirk, quietly hoping that his alter would respond.

Nothing.

He could feel himself getting irritated.

“So what if I made love with my girlfriend?”

“Are you mad about that?”

Even after all of that it was still nothing, the only sound he could hear is his and the annoying water running from the other side of the wall.

Steven stood there for a minute, giving Marc time to show himself, but he didn’t, making him let out an annoyed sigh.

“Fine,” he spat, turning his back from the mirror and opened the door, “if you feel like you’re matured enough, then maybe we could talk.” with that Steven slammed the door shut harshly, as if Marc was there.

You walked through the empty halls alone, your steps were light as you sneaked around the numerous ancient vase decorations.

You smiled as you saw your boyfriend’s back not too far away from you, you tip-toed and tried even harder to stay as quiet as possible before you put your arms around him- well, you tried to but he was too quick and placed the pointy part of a pen straight to your throat, making your breath hitched and the smile on your face long gone, replaced with a panicked expression.

His eyes were cold, his jaw clenched and the pen was starting to hurt you by how hard he was pushing them to your skin. Your hands were shaking, any trace of your Steven was not there. This isn’t him.

“Baby, it’s me!” you finally said in panic, it came out louder than you intended too, but thankfully it snapped him out of anything that is.

The dark expression that sits on his face quickly switched with a panicked one, and he dropped the pen down, the metal thing clang through the hollow hallways.

“I’m sorry!” he quickly said, “It was a mistake, I’m so sorry, love!” he quickly tried to examine the part of your neck where he almost stabbed earlier.

You could still feel the cold metal, as if it was still there. Your could also feel the way your heart was beating so fast, so fast you’re afraid they’ll burst through your chest. You stared at your panicked boyfriend with wide eyes, how could he do that? Is this still your sweet Steven? Is he having one of those episodes again?

He tried to touch your neck but you backed away in instinct, shielding them with your hand. Both of you froze, you backed away from his touch, you’ve never even dreamt of doing that.

“Love?” he called, his sad tone broke your heart, he sounds so hurt by your actions. You forced yourself to look at his face, you felt your heart fell by the sight of his frowning face, he was almost crying, you could see the tears starting to form with each steps you took.

You really wished you could just swept him and hugged his body close while you whispered sweet nothings into his ears like usual.

Instead you backed further away from him, “I gotta go. I forgot I have something to do tonight.” You forced the words out, “Goodnight, Steven.”

You left without even turning your head back, not even once. He didn’t even knew how long time has passed since then, he just stayed there, frozen in place as the lights started to dimmed down.

He gripped the part of his shirt on his chest, “No,” he whispered lowly, gripping the materials tightly until it was visibly wrinkled. “Y/n… Marc...” He lets out a breath as he felt his heart aches.

His two most important person, gone. Leaving him there alone in the darkness to suffer by himself.

He sobbed there, gripping his chest tighter as if it could eased the pain he was feeling, but of course that didn’t work, it was starting to hurt more and more the longer he stayed there.

Suddenly everything went black.

Marc was forcefully frontend, he looked around in panic, where is he? he wasn’t in the flat, he was outside. He looked to his bloodied hands and accidentally dropped the beaten to pulped man.

He then looked around and saw that there’s a lot of unconscious men- dead unconscious men, and there’s an even more poodle of blood on the ground. This looked like a massacre.

Did Steven do this? There’s no way, this is way too brutal even for him, how could’ve he thought that this was-

“Steven?”

He quickly looked to the side, where the dark alleyway was. There you sat, all messed up, you were gripping a chocolate flat cap on your lap, as if it was an important thing to you.

“Y/n?” he said surprised, but he wasted no time and ran to your side, "fuck, are you-" he sat right beside you and you hugged him tight, cutting off his words with your loud sobs, you hugged him tighter as you let yourself cry inside his embrace.

Marc had fantasized about this moment for months, but not in a million years had he wished it was under this circumstances.

He hugged your trembling body closer to him, kissing your hair and forehead a couple of times and his eyes caught Steven’s reflection, his alter shook his head, he wore an expression that Marc couldn’t read.

Then the realization dawned on him, he didn’t have his ceremonial armor nor his masks on.

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