🦸🏽ANYTHING on spectre marc after readers death please and thank you i am prepared for pain🫡
You burrowed in to the dark parts - the broken, unlovable parts and made him your home. You dwelled, willingly, in the dejected, despondent substance of his soul. A soulmate.
Pairing: Marc Spector x f!reader (from my fic Spectre), but can be read on its own
Word Count: 430
Content: angst, major character death…maybe?
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There's a part of Marc that feels more...right when he loses. When he hurts.
See, he knows how deeply flawed he is - certain he doesn't actually deserve love.
This is because he robbed his mother of Randall's love - of her ability to actually love at all.
He destroyed his once happy family
Violence and isolation followed him for the rest of his life, even after Khonshu saved him
Steven and Jake healed him to a degree, made him whole.
Then came you.
But he knew, he always knew that forever with you would exist slightly out of his grasp - there was no way someone as good as you could ever really be his, not eternally.
Still, you loved him so hard, and so good. You burrowed in to the dark parts - the broken, unlovable parts and made him your home. You dwelled, willingly, in the dejected, despondent substance of his soul. A soulmate.
You weren’t there to fix him - you wanted him just how he was, even when he withdrew, when he pushed you away or pulled back. You ebbed and flowed right along with him. He learned to grow with the fluidity of your love.
And god, he adored you. He lived for you. He moved back to the States for you, happily. He cozied up to nosy, small town residents because it made you feel at home. Every time you felt homey or happy or at peace, he felt like he was stacking a building block, restoring the family and the home he once obliterated.
Marriage terrified him. But for you, he wanted to. He saved. He bought you a ring. He almost let himself believe he could have you as a wife.
And right when he thought of how he might propose…when he allowed his dreams to take root in a shred of reality…
…your light was extinguished from the universe.
For no reason at all, you died*. You left.
You didn’t mean to. It wasn’t your fault.
On the day after he buried you, Marc sat down on the floor, in the middle of your bedroom and felt…normal.
He felt the way he’d always been expecting to feel.
This was his life. This was all he would ever have. Ever deserve.
It felt more right to lose. To hurt.
Except...he had begun to believe life with you was more right.
He suddenly had a soul he shared - a mended heart. And a lifetime of love, with no one to give it to.
And that was the moment his heart truly broke.
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Omg 😭😭😭 Sex with stalker!Steven is so insane. Can't fuck you in a normal position. He wants to see your face? Forget missionary, he's folding you into a mating press. You wanna go doggy? Nope. He's holding your arms behind your arms and going prone bone. If it's your first time fucking and he doesn't wanna scare you with any restraining he's pounding into you so hard your legs give out and pulling your hair so hard he's pulling you into a fucking hissing cobra position. Mans is so sweet with his dirty talking, so reverent with how his hands roam your body that you almost (almost) forget he's compressing your spine
Steven will also turn into a completely feral animal while fucking you. I will die on this hill 😤
Stalker!Steven is so frantic when he finally gets you naked, so animalistic and desperate, and it leaves your head spinning. He would have no qualms about urging you to your knees with love shining in his eyes, fisting your hair tightly while guiding you mouth along his cock, and he fucks your throat with abandon almost as soon as you get your mouth on him.
Steven prefers you to deepthroat because he feels so much closer to you that way, wants you to gag and drool around him and dig your nails into his thighs, and he would throw his head back while looking at you through his lashes and clutch at you skull and whimper out praise and groans out how pretty you look and how much he loves you. He would spill deep inside your mouth and then make you warm him until he’s hard again with soft pets on your cheek and hair and soft words of adoration.
Flipping and turning you into a multiple of positions, trying to get as deep into your tight wet cunt as possible, and there have been plenty of times where you have woken up in the middle of the night to his face buried between your thighs as he licks into you. He would eat you out until you’re sobbing, hiking your legs over his shoulders and lifting your body up so you are braced on nothing but your shoulders on the bed, and he is tonguefucking you like you are the last thing he will be able to taste. He will be furiously pumping his cock in his hand with his brows furrowed in fierce concentration, but his eyes would never leave your face. He would watch you come apart as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you until your legs are trembling and you can barely keep your eyes open.
Then he would crawl up your quaking body and thrust into you while pining your legs open and fuck you until you pass out from the pleasure with his sweet voice whispering in your ear.
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