Steven: (vegan) MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S!
Marc, on his last nerve: We have food at home
Steven: MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S!
Khonshu, pushing him away with his staff like a feral little cat: go back to SLEEP, and STARVE
Steven: MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S!
Jake: MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S! MCDONALD'S!
*checks the age gap between me and my favorite actors*
Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!Reader (mention of Marc Spector x fem!Reader/Jake Lockley x fem!Reader)
Fic Type: Drabble
Summary: Steven’s not rough with you, like Marc or Jake. He’s more… Reserved. But he will wreck your shit if you ask nicely.
A/N: So yes this is fluffy Steven smut. No I cannot be stopped and no it is not a part of Red Handed.
Rating/Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW under the cut, softdom!Steven, sub?Reader, riding, missionary, edging, orgasm denial, squirting, breeding kink, trying for a baby, pregnancy, mention of marathon sex??? I think that’s it???
Steven Grant was a master of puzzles.
Jigsaws he solved within a matter of hours, if that. You’d long since stopped trying to keep track of his 3000-or-more-piece puzzles, always Egyptian-themed, that he’d clear a table for, finish in record time, and then break it up and put it away before reaching for the next one.
Escape rooms? You figured when you introduced him to the random little escape room app on your phone that he’d be just as stumped as you were. Instead, ten minutes later, he asked you how he gets to the next world. “Steven,” You breathed in astonishment. “You… You beat the fucking game?!” I think it’s a given to say that he’d also completely owned your consoles when you showed him puzzle-based games like Skyrim or Zelda.
Jenga, Ka-Plunk, DnD, hell, even Clue, he blew your mind with how quickly puzzles were solved by his hands. Incomprehensible, astounding, holy fucking shit your boyfriend is a genius.
Specifically, one of them in particular.
His Rubik’s cube.
The way he moved those goddamn fingers, those fingers that he could bend and flick and curl expertly against you and in you when you needed him too. Those hands alone could make you see stars if he was really intent on doing so.
He hated it when he had to use both hands for the Rubik’s cube. So he oiled it, ensuring that it flipped and moved with the smallest of touches, one-handed. Shk, shk, shk, he’d already solved it twice while you were watching, restarting the process when you asked him that one simple question. “Just one more time, love. Three times, then I’m all yours, yeah?” His soft voice was deeper, huskier, a little out-of-focus because of how deeply he was concentrating– not that you could tell he was. He looked calm, serene… but calculating. Deep in thought.
You were the puzzle this time.
“Just a little bit longer, love.” He tossed the cube up in the air in front of your face, just being a showoff at this point.
Two weeks ago, you’d started talking about raising a family together. At first it had just been uncertain questions, but then you’d started looking into schools nearby, making lists of baby names, adopting a healthier diet, and going to the doctor. Steven was more determined to get you pregnant than you’d expected, tracking your cycles and ovulation periods– hence why he’d made you take a week off work. He’d seemed a bit nervous when he admitted that he called in for you. “Well, love… you’re ovulating now, yeah? I figured now’s a better time than any to–” You’d never heard the end of that sentence, having immediately dragged him to the bed.
But now there wasn’t an equal flow, like there usually was.
“Don’t cum until I say you can, dove. You can do that, yeah? Can you be a good girl for me?”
He’d laid back, helping you straddle his lap and sink down on his thick cock; it was then you’d realized that he hadn’t cum earlier, that he was holding off, maybe hoping an extremely powerful orgasm might be what it takes to knock you up. You were a puzzle he needed to solve, so like always when he focused intensely, you didn’t even begin to understand what he might be thinking.
He hadn’t thrust up into you, although he had allowed you to roll your hips, bounce on his length, do whatever you want at whatever pace you wanted– there were only three rules. You couldn’t touch yourself, you couldn’t cum, and you had to keep your hands on his stomach so he knew you weren’t cheating in your blissed-out state.
Slowly, his dark chocolate eyes trailed from the Rubik’s cube to your red, sweaty face. “S-Steven… Please, please…”
You found it. Right there. That spot where you can easily drive to your ecstasy. Maybe Steven won’t notice if you cum. Maybe he’ll let it slide. But he knew your body better than you did, and when you started to speed up the rocking of your hips, Steven’s free hand flew to your waist, effectively stopping your impending orgasm. “Steeeevvennn,” You whined, reduced to a blubbering mess of begging to barter for your release. Your approaching euphoria was ripped from you, descending rapidly into a cold pit of roiling tension in your lower belly.
Steven’s hand crawled up your side, brushing painfully close to your breast without touching it and running up the length of your neck. He stopped at your mouth, fingers expertly running over your top and bottom lip gently. “Sh, dove,” He said, all but absentminded as you tried to fuck yourself without fucking yourself on him, “Almost there.”
He slipped his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck on them. You swirled your tongue and bobbed your head, using the same movements as you would when sucking him off, but aside from briefly glancing to your face, he gave no reaction to indicate that it was turning him on at all. His cock barely twitched inside you, and you weren’t entirely certain if he just had that good self-control, or if you’d gone numb from the waist down from fucking like rabbits all day in any position and location possible in your flat.
Finally– finally– he removed his fingers and twisted to toss the Rubik’s cube onto the nightstand, unintentionally shifting himself deeper inside of you, if possible, and eliciting a moan from you; yep, you could still definitely feel everything down there. If anything, you were over-sensitive, rather than under. He stared up at you with admiration and a small smile, massaging your thighs. “You did so well for me, dove. You ready to cum?”
If it were only possible, you would have cum right then. “Yes, please yes!” Maybe in the morning you’d be a little embarrassed about how easily you begged, and so quickly, too– but you had little time to think about it. Effortlessly, Steven rolled you both over so that he was on top, between your legs and still buried deep inside you– maybe even deeper, oh god, you can’t take it–
Steven’s gentle kiss on your forehead was nothing compared to the sheer intensity of how hard he pistoned his hips into you, the head of his cock bumping your cervix and almost making you scream. “Let it out, darling,” Steven urged, “I like to hear you. Please, love?” He punctuated the question with an open-mouthed, heavy kiss on your pulse point right under your jaw, and this time you didn’t hold back. Your wail of pleasure drowned out his soft moans and gasps as he panted for air. Sweat glistened silver on his tawny skin, dripping from his nose, his hair, the chain necklace he wore– gently, you tugged on it, and Steven’s hands flew to yours. He entwined your fingers together before pinning them on either side of your head, driving deeper, faster, harder, until you can’t breathe, you can’t see, there’s only Steven, who kisses you passionately as his thrusts falter. “You can cum now darling,” He breathed into your mouth, moaning as you screamed his name loudly enough to hurt your throat. You soaked the bed, him, hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole flat was soaked. You’d never squirted before with him, and you wondered if it was what he’d been planning for.
Steven came with a cry, finishing as deep as he possibly could– a part of you thought he must have shot himself directly into your womb. He let go of your hands, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you close, trying to catch his breath. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, wincing as his hips rocked of their own accord in the aftershocks of his high. “Can you keep it all in for me when I pull out, dove? We’ve gotta make sure every drop has a chance, darling, every drop.” His hand rested pointedly on your stomach, making you smile and nod frantically.
When you shivered, he immediately reached for a nearby blanket, carefully pulling out of you and ensuring you were warm enough before moving away. When he came back, he very gently cleaned you up before moving you to a hot bath, letting you lay there while he changed the sheets. Before you could even think of moving from the tub, Steven returned carrying his comfiest hoodie and sweatpants he knew you liked to wear, along with a snack oh-so-typical of Steven.
“Are those… cookies?”
“Oatmeal cookies,” He specified, sitting on the edge of the tub and carefully handing you your plate. “With raisins. Better for you and the baby, innit?”
You flushed up to your hairline, touched by the gesture. “Honey, we don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet.”
“You will be,” Steven said excitedly, setting the milk (yes, he even brought you milk) on the sink so that he could kneel on the outside of the tub, staring at you fondly with his chin resting on the edge. He caressed your face, smiling when you leaned into him to press your foreheads together. “We’re gonna get you pregnant this week, love, I can feel it.” He kissed you softly, before his face contorted thoughtfully as he pulled slowly away.
“Orange juice,” He said, abruptly standing.
He grabbed the glass of milk on his way out of the bathroom. “Orange juice is better than milk, right? Or, maybe not? Maybe they’re equal? You wouldn’t want them at once, love, so; orange juice, yeah, and a banana? I’ll just drink the milk then, don’t wanna waste it, and I’m not sure if I could pour it back into the container without makin’ a bloody mess…”
You listened to his rambling move about the flat as you nibbled on your cookies, smiling to yourself. You and Steven wanted this baby more than anything; and you wanted it even more since Marc and Jake were both scared but excited at the prospect. You looked at baby clothes together, you had everything planned out, and now you were finally, actually trying without any kind of protection to conceive.
Steven may have planned the week, but they were all so sweet, so supportive, so protective, ensuring that you eat right, drink right, sleep right, rest, bathe–
–and you loved them with all your heart.
The next morning, when you were making the bed, you found his Rubik’s cube half-finished on the nightstand. A smile made its way onto your face as you realized he’d never completed the puzzle last night in favor of completing you.
A couple weeks later, when you and Steven read the positive results of the pregnancy test, you realize, amidst all the cheering and hugging and crying, that with all of his planning, trying to get you pregnant was yet another puzzle he had solved, effortlessly.
With the help of Marc and Jake, of course.
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Marc trying to ask Y/n out
Marc: I love you
Steven: No that’s too soon
Jake: We met this girl this afternoon, Okay fuck
Steven: She’s looking scared
Jake: Maybe like shoulda came prepared
Steven: With a poem? A haiku? Maybe a hug?
Marc: Ya know, I could’ve killed you and hid you with a rug
Marc, Steven, Jake: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Would anyone be interested if I wrote a Pedro x Reader where the Space Sisters celebrate Father’s Day? 👀
in an argument (hc)
thank you for all the love on my last hc! here is another one that i’ve been wanting to write for a while. enjoy! (part 2 is here )
okay so we’ve seen how this man reacts to Donna
I don’t know... salad? bread?
in an argument, I think he would be sassy
rolling his eyes a lot
making comments straight after you say anything
“Oh well that’s bloody wonderful.”
“Do you want a prize?”
“Good job I don’t care.”
And you would get so frustrated
because when this man starts, he will not stop pestering
“Right, Steven, I’m done with this conversation.”
“Your done? I was done with it an hour ago! But nooo. It only matters when your finished with it, your majesty.”
most of what he says is from the heat of the moment, his annoyance shining through and coming out as waffle.
you would get up to make a tea or something and he would make comments about how loud you are
“Blimey can you do that any quieter? honestly.”
And you would roll your eyes
“for fuck sake Steven, just shh already.”
he would make another sassy comment, maybe do that mimicking thing, just to reiterate how pissed he is.
eventually, he’ll just (not so subtly) excuse himself from the room into the bathroom or something and just stay there for a bit
partly out of pettiness and partly out of guilt
and wouldn’t come back out until he knew you had either left, or were busy doing something else as to avoid further confrontation
and when he did come out, the silent treatment starts.
okay but i feel like he would ignore you whilst purposefully looking over to see if your watching
like he wants your attention, wants you to make the first move at apologising.
which will not happen
so he just pettily ignores you for the next couple hours
which is fine by you, because sassy Steven is a force to be reckoned with.
Marc would be angry in an argument.
i mean we’ve seen what he does to the reflection after arguing with Steven
maybe something big happens and he risks his life and you have had enough
so, naturally, you talk to him
and he gets a tiny but defensive
mistakes your care for confrontation
“I’m just worried about you.”
A scoff: “No, your worried about yourself. You know if something happens to me, it happens to all of us. Just wanna keep your bed warm.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“Don’t act so innocent.”
his natural instinct is to push you away
and it isn’t even his own fault
he feels insecure.
so, after a particularly heated screaming match, it would get too much.
he would just start shouting
not just at you, but at his alters too
he doesn’t want to let his guard down long enough to be vulnerable, even admit that your right.
“You know what, I’m leaving.”
“Don’t fucking know, anywhere.”
“Marc, please don’t leave.”
Maybe he would hesitate hearing the way your voice cracks
but then he remembers what just happened and he shakes his head, licks his bottom lip
and storms out, slamming the door behind him.
and you would just cry, or groan in frustration and worry
before climbing into bed and falling into an uncomfortable sleep.
okay so I think that Jake wouldn’t be loud
like his face would say it all.
you would be shouting at him, beyond furious, whilst he just sits with a bottle of whiskey, sneering.
and it infuriates you.
“Are you even fucking listening to me?!”
He would shrug, take a swig, and look away.
“No you better look at me. I’m not doing this, do you hear me? You can’t keep doing this shit.”
Jake stands up and suddenly steps close to you, making you step back.
You back up into the side of the kitchen cabinet, and he’s close to you, close enough to feel his breath.
“Or what, Cariño?”
and this always happens: you argue, then you don’t resolve it, you just solve it physically
so you refuse to do it again, push his hand away that’s slowly travelling up your thigh.
“Or I’ll leave.”
It catches him off guard and he instantly steps back, smirk dropping from his face.
“Yes.” Your hesitant, because you don’t really want to leave him or any of them
but he needs to know what he has to lose before he makes the same mistake again.
Jake clicks his tongue in his mouth, slamming the bottle down on the counter beside you, enough that the echo sounds round the apartment.
“Fine. Leave then. Get out, I don’t care.”
Until he grabs your jacket and shoves it in your hand.
And after scoffing, you do, muttering a ‘fuck you’ as harshly as you can muster and leaving.
and Jake shakes his head, moving to the sofa, anger dissipating into sadness.
You really left.
You're my emergency
Summary: You never changed your emergency contact after the breakup. You don't find out about this until the boys show up at the hospital.
Warnings: Angst, but happy ending, mentions of car crashes and injuries.
Word count: 1,290
A/n: I had a moment of writers block for awhile there, but once I found this prompt from @ creativepromptsforwriting 's hurt/comfort prompt list, I just knew that I had to write it! Enjoy 💕
He shouldn't care. He really, really shouldn't. But he does. He shouldn't be speeding on the freeway to get to the hospital right now, but he is.
You broke up with Marc and his alters over six months ago due to them constantly getting themselves into dangerous situations. Actually no, that's not what made you do it. The lying did. Jake and Marc always lied to you about their whereabouts, but never Steven. He told you that he never had a reason to, so you trusted him.
One day, Steven told you the museum was doing an overnight trip for a group of Middle Schoolers and that he would be back in a day or two. A couple of weeks later you found out he actually spent the night at Layla's after a mission went south. That's when you broke up with them. He tried to tell you that nothing happened between them, that he just couldn't come home and have you see him like that, but you refused to listen.
It took you two days to pack your stuff and move in with your Aunt. After that, they hadn't heard from you.
Until now. Technically.
Jake was fronting at the time. He had just finished beating a guy's ass for trying to steal a woman's purse, when the hospital called their shared phone.
"Is this a Marc Spector, Steven Grant, or Jake Lockley?" A female voice asked him. "Sorry about this, you're all listed for the same phone number."
Jake decided to let Marc front, not wanting to deal with whatever it is she wanted them for. "Yeah, this is Marc. What's this about?"
"Right, hello Mr. Spector. I just wanted to see if you were able to come down to St Thomas' hospital for a Miss y/n, l/n. She's been in a car accident and you were at the top of her emergency contacts."
Marc's heart skipped a beat. Then another. Then he was able to choke out a reply. "Of course. How bad is it?" Marc was barely listening to her, trying to get Jake's keys out of his pocket.
Jake took over again so he could drive them to the hospital. He didn't even feel bad when he abruptly ended the phone call. He just had to get to you.
'Should we be doing this, mate? I mean, she broke up with us.. she might not want to see us..'
'We should at least check on her. Make sure she get's home safe.'
'You heard her though. She said she doesn't want to see us ever again..'
Jake gripped the wheel, his alters voices sending a wave of anger throughout his body. "Of course we're going to check on her. She needs us." He ground out. Marc and Steven decided to stay quiet for the rest of the drive.
Marc jogged through countless hospital hallways, murmuring, "room 206..." under his breath until he finally found it. Your room. He raised his hand to knock, but found that he couldn't bring himself to. "What if Steven's right?" He mumbled, knowing his alters would hear him.
Steven stayed quiet, but Jake wordlessly took control of Marc's hand and knocked on the door five times. Marc's breath caught in his throat, panic flooding throughout his veins. "Jake, what the fuck?" He hissed.
"Shh! Listen." Jake muttered.
They all listened closely, waiting to hear your voice after all these months. Once Marc heard you call out a quiet, "come in" he slowly pushed open the door and shuffled into the room.
"Marc?" You asked, confusion evident in your tone. "What are you doing here? How did you know where I was?"
Marc stood there speechless, his eye's slowly running along your body. Your left leg was in a cast, you had a large bruise on your shoulder, accompanied with one ace bandage on your neck and the other wrapped around your head. And these were just the exposed injuries.
He finally met your eyes, noting the expecting look you were giving him. Right, she said something.
Marc cleared his throat, slowly making his way towards your bed. "Um, turns out I'm still your emergency contact. Well, we are I guess." He corrected.
"Right.. Well, you can go. I'm fine. Sorry to waste your time." You mumbled, looking anywhere but at him.
"What? No, no, this isn't a waste of time," Marc hesitantly sat on the edge of your bed, placing his hand on top of yours. "You're not a waste of time."
The look on his face is the same one that's been haunting you for six months. A look of pure sorrow is how you described it to your friends. It's the same look he had when you announced the break-up. "I'm not your responsibility anymore. I'm fine. Seriously, I'm sure you have much better things to be doing." You muttered, looking anywhere but him.
That's when Steven took over for the first time that night. "Darling, emergency or not, we still care about you and wanna make sure you're doing well. Please, just let us take care of you. And when you're all better you can send us on our way again, okay?"
"No, it's not okay Steven! I can't-" You took a deep breath, wincing from the pressure on your bruised rib cage. You then closed your eyes and let the breath go before replying. "I can't send you away again, okay? It hurts too much. These past few months have been hell and I can't go through that again. I just can't."
Steven reached out and brushed a rouge strand of hair behind your ear, his touch feather light. "Love, you don't have to push me away. I constantly think about the things that I've done and honestly? I don't like to front anymore so I don't have to feel the weight of my guilt. It's too much to carry. I'm so, so sorry, love. I never wanted to hurt you. And I really didn't want to break your trust either. I know that there's no excuse for what I've done. I just wanted you to know that you're not alone."
You allowed the tears that were welling up in your eyes to finally fall. They slowly made their way down your cheeks, then slipped off of your chin and into your lap. "Steven.. I don't know what to say. You were supposed to be the one person I could count on and you just.." You didn't finish your sentence; you didn't need to.
"I know, I know. I don't deserve your forgiveness. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sure the guys are sorry too, but I'm probably the most sorry." That made you breathe out a laugh, a small smile spreading across your lips.
"Alright, alright. I get it. Thank you." You finally met his eyes, relishing the way his pupils dilated when they gazed into yours. "I still love you. All of you, actually. I just need some time.. Is that okay?"
Steven reached out and grabbed your hand, gently bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss each knuckle. "Of course that's okay, love. Take all the time you need. We'll always wait for you."
You were allowed to leave the hospital two days later. Jake drove you home and helped you settle into your apartment. For the next two months they all took turns visiting and caring for you. Once your leg had healed you went out to celebrated at your favorite bar with Marc.
That night you ended up kissing and officially got back together. Not even a full year later and Steven had proposed to you, which, of course, you said yes. And for the rest of your life, Marc, Steven, and Jake held their place as your #1 emergency contact.
moon knight system + their favorite nicknames for you
content: SFW w/ a little implied NSFW, romantic relationship, all moon boys x reader, nicknames/pet names/terms of endearment
S T E V E N
love, my love, sweetheart, darling, dove, angel, precious, dear, your name
The way Steven says your name makes you absolutely melt. It sounds so special, so real, when he says it. Love is his most frequently used nickname, but all the other ones he uses are soft and sweet. He adds them in his text messages too.
He calls you ma chérie to make you laugh.
M A R C
Baby, honey, sweetheart, babe, my sweet girl/boy, beautiful, gorgeous
Unlike Steven, Marc hardly ever uses your real name. There's a nickname sprinkled in every other sentence. He also manages to make each one feel absolutely filthy, which drives you crazy when you're just going about your day.
Marc imitates Steven's incessant use of adjectives (complete with bad British accent) to mess with you.
J A K E
My girl/boy, cariño (like dear or darling), babe, baby, princess/princesa, sugar, mi amor (never just amor)
Jake's nicknames are unique and amazing in any context. Like Marc, he can use them for evil very easily, but he says them like they're only meant for your ears. They're a reminder how special you are to him. He loves to make you feel loved when he does get to spend time with you.
Jake calls you random Spanish words because you don't know what they mean. Once, he called you mi impresora, and it stuck. You thought it meant "my precious," until he laughed and told you it meant printer.
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Limitless - Chapter 3 - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Jake Lockley x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader
Genre: Fluff 💛 Smut 🌝 in later chapters
Summary: After you break up with your cheating boyfriend you move to another part of town. Being single while carrying a child under your heart is hard, but you recieve help and support from the most unexpected person, your grumpy neighbour.
Warnings: pregnancy hormones put reader on an emotional rollercoaster, but still fluff, I promise
A/N: Thank you for your feedback on my work, I truly love all of you babes 💛 I’m sure y’all noticed by now, but English is not my mother language, so sorry if my fics are full of mistakes 😅
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Jake was kind enough to let you eat his pickles, and boy, you didn't waste any. You haven't eaten them for days, because when you went to the store first you forgot to buy with a jar, then the next time you were craving them, the shelf where they usually were was empty.
But Jake was always there to save the day, and now you were sitting on his couch eating them, while he was drinking a beer, watching a baseball game.
It was getting very late and either Jake had a long day or he just got tired explaining the rules to you, but after a few minutes of silence you glanced at him and saw that his eyes were closed.
You smiled and quietly got up from the couch and put the jar on the coffee table. You walked to him and carefully took the beer bottle from his hand. He only stirred a little when you pushed on his shoulders to make him lay down.
"What? Where am I? Is that you, love?" - he mumbled quietly, with his eyes barely open.
You frowned a little when you heard Steven's brittish accent, but then chuckled when you thought it must be the mix of alcohol and sleepiness why Jake talked like that.
"It's okay, I'm just tucking you in." - you said as you put a pillow under his head. - "Sweet dreams, Jake." - you caressed his hair.
"'m Steven." - he said, nestling further into the pillow as you pulled a thin blanket over him.
"Sure, sure, Steven. Is Marc there too?" - you played along.
"Not right now. He was here a few minutes ago, though." - he sighed while his eyes closed fully.
You frowned again trying to make sense about what he was talking about, but after a few seconds you shook your head, deciding he was just talking nonesence in his sleep.
"Well, good night to all of you then." - you humored him and stood up with a little groan, putting your hand on your lower back and walking back to your own flat with the pickles.
In the next week you haven't seen the boys much. Your flat was fully painted, you had every furniture you needed (except for the nursery which was still empty) and the last time Jake took you to grocery shopping he suggested you buy more stuff, because another heatwave was coming, and this way you don't have to leave the house unneccessarily.
He was busy working, and his brothers must have been too, cause they haven't checked on you personally, only through Jake.
As you browsed on your phone, you were thinking about going back to work, because the furnitures for the baby's room were quite expensive. You were working as a photographer, so it's not like you couldn't do that with your pregnant belly, but it was nice having a break and not having to explain to people what's up with the baby's dad. You decided to post 2 dates on Facebook when you were available in the next week and waited to see if anybody was interested.
You tidied up in your flat and watered your plants, and when you checked on your phone again, you saw that a few of your friends on facebook shared your post and a woman sent a message to you, wanting to hire you to be the photographer for her wedding.
Ohh, weddings were good money. You gave her your number and soon you were talking about the price and shared your ideas with each other.
There was a knock on the door in the evening and you smiled widely when you saw... well, one of the brothers.
"Jake." - he smirked as he walked in your apartment while he gave you a small white box.
"What is it?" - you asked then you moaned as you opened the lid. - "Oh my god, you're a life saver!" - you exclaimed and hurried to the kitchen to grab a spoon and immediately started eating the lemon and strawberry ice-cream which he brought you from your favourite place.
"You're welcome, mami." - he chuckled and watched as you sat down next to him on the couch.
"How was your day?" - you asked with your mouth full of ice-cream.
"Long." - he groaned as he picked up a newspaper from your coffee table and started fanning himself, frowning at the photography equipment scattered on the table. - "What are these?"
"Oh, I accepted a job for a wedding." - you said nonchalantly.
"What? When?" - Jake asked as he turned to you on the couch.
"Today. I mean I accepted it today, the wedding's on next Saturday."
"Why do you wanna do it?"
"I'm running out of money, and the furnitures for the nursery are expensive."
"But last time you showed me a few and said they were on a good price?"
"Yeah, but today I found some I like more."
"I can give you money, you don't have to go back to work because of that." - Jake tried to reassure you, which made you frown.
"I don't need you to give me money."
"Well, looks like you do. You either buy the cheaper ones or let me buy the more expensive ones."
"Orrrr I go to the wedding, make a lot of money and can buy them for myself."
"Listen, I don't want you to-"
"Would you just stop!" - you snapped as you jumped up from the couch suddenly and Jake watched shocked as you threw the box of ice-cream to the ground angrily. - "I don't need you to buy me shit, I don't need you to tell me what I can and can't do! I'm a single expecting mom who has to take care of her daughter and I have to do it alone! And I will do it alone, cause I can! I don't need anyone to help me! Do I look helpless? Cause I'm not! What I need is for you to stop talking like my fucking ex, ordering me around!" - you yelled and turned around, putting your hands on your temples and started massaging your head.
'Uuuhhhh, wow. Mama bear woke up.' - Marc said stunned and Steven was either not present or too afraid to talk even in the headspace.
Meanwhile Jake sat there frozen in place, eyes wide. He snapped out of it though, when he heard a sob and he quickly jumped to his feet and hurried to you, but stopped his hands right before touching your shoulders, not wanting to upset you more.
As if you felt his presence, you turned around and hugged his waist, burying your face in his chest.
"I'm sorry." - you cried into him and his heart broke how ashamed you sounded. - "I didn't want to yell at you, you didn't deserve it."
He put his arm around you and held you close to him, slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms.
"It's okay, hermosa. You're right. I shouldn't tell you what to do. I'm just worried."
"Why? I'm pregnant not deadly ill."
Jake smiled a little.
"I know. I just don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. And there's gonna be a heatwave again and..."
You pulled away and smiled.
"I'll be fine. The ceremony will be outside, but the bride told me there are a lot of trees at the place and they're gonna out up tents too. I can eat and drink for free too, so there's nothing to be worried about, okay?"
"Okay." - Jake nodded and when you let go of him to clean up the ice-cream from the floor, he sat you down on the couch.
"No buts! You made enough mess for today."
You rolled your eyes but smiled a little. You truly felt bad for yelling at him, but of course he continued to be a sweetheart and acted like nothing happened.
"Do you want me to bring you another one?" - he asked as he kneeled on the floor to clean up the ice-cream, but his head snapped up at you when he heard you started crying again. - "Mi sol, what did I do now?!" - he asked panicked as he quickly crawled in front of you and caressed your legs.
"Why do you have to be so nice?" - you sobbed into your hands hysterically.
Jake was looking at you confused.
'Pregnancy hormones are scary.' - Steven said.
'Yeah, the article I read promised us sex and instead we get a mental breakdown every two seconds.' - Marc frowned.
'I hope you know that if you were the one fronting I'd take over the body just so I can punch you in the face.' - Steven scolded him.
'What? I'm not saying I don't feel for her, I'm saying I was hoping for some action.'
'Well, looks like we are just about to have some.' - Steven told Marc.
The boys watched as Jake pushed himself between your knees and hugged you again, caressing your lower back with a little more pressure. The boys saw that sometimes you rubbed yourself there, and they read that expecting mothers could experience back pains from their growing tummies.
You sighed into Jake's neck and he could hear you were calming down again.
"Shhh. I got you, mami."
"I'm sorry, these stupid hormones are driving me wild." - you said as you wiped your eyes, resting your forehead on his shoulder.
"Tell me about it." - he joked and chuckled when you hit his shoulder.
After a few seconds of silence, you admitted:
"I want ice-cream."
On Friday, Marc was the one to drive you to your appointment, and he offered to go with you when you said you needed to buy new clothes.
"Are you sure? I mean men and shopping are not a great combination." - you teased.
"It's okay. Maybe I can be the judge when you can't decide between two bras." - he winked, making you laugh.
'This is your last warning, cabrón...!'
"I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think I'll be looking around the sexy-lacy ones."
"You look good in anything, don't worry, sweetheart." - Marc said as he stopped the car and went around it, to help pull you out.
You entered the sixth month of pregnancy and while your belly wasn't that big yet, you sometimes were still in trouble getting up from low seats.
"How's your back?" - Marc asked as he locked the car and put a hand on your back to guide you inside the shopping mall.
"Sometimes it hurts, but it's not that bad. I'm just a little scared how it will be when I'm nine months far."
Marc lowered his hand and started gently rubbing your lower back. You leaned against him while you slowly descended down on the moving staircase.
"You sure you'll be fine at the wedding tomorrow?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll just sit down for a few minutes when it gets too much."
"Want one of us to go with you? We can sneak in, no one will notice."
"No, thank you, though." - you giggled. - "You guys are doing way to much for me already. I don't think I'll be ever able to repay you."
"Nonesence, darling, you don't have to repay us. We love to help anyway we can." - he reassured you with a smile.
Marc was like a brave soldier. He endured the whole afternoon without as much as a whine as you dragged him from store to store, and to you it looked like he was even enjoying himself. He not just followed you around, he was actively helping you chose clothes, gave you his advice on colours and of course spent a little more time at the lingerie section.
You chose a few dresses for the wedding to try on, and while he was rather impressed with all of them, you noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off of your body when you were wearing a navy blue colored one, which reached just below your knees and had a nice flowly skirt. It was a bonus that it was very comfortable too.
"Stay in the shadows as much as you can."
"When you feel tired just sit down, don't overwork yourself."
"Don't forget to eat, yeah? The bride is stressed out enough, we don't need a bridezilla destroying the city, cause her photographer passed out due to her low blood sugar levels."
"Steven!" - you laughed as he escorted you to the church's entrance.
"And drink lots of water!"
"Okay, dad!" - you rolled your eyes.
Steven put his hands up in defense.
"All I'm saying is I'm already sweating my bum off and we barely got here!"
"All the reason why you should stop harassing me and get your ass back in the car!"
When he turned around you grabbed his hand and pulled him back to you.
His heart skipped a beat when you hugged him, and with one arm he hugged you back and with his other he caressed your tummy.
"Be careful, alright love?"
You nodded as you pulled away and Steven leaned down to your tummy.
"Make sure she drinks a lot." - he spoke to your daughter, making you laugh.
"Bye, girls! Call me and I'll pick you up!"
The wedding was beautiful, so was the couple. You made at least a hundred pictures, everyone was so happy and the whole ceremony was wonderful. The reception took place on a field surrounded with lots of trees and there were various white tents pulled up to shield the guests from the sun.
As promised you had a chance to eat and the freshly married couple and their family told you numerous times you could eat and drink as much as you want. Everybody was super nice and you even danced with a few people, but you'd be lying if you said there weren't times when your feet didn't hurt or you didn't felt dizzy. You always made sure to sit down for a few minutes in those situations and calmed down when you always felt better after it.
Late afternoon you texted Steven that you were ready to leave and it didn't take much time for him to arrive. You were talking with the bride and groom about when will the photos be ready when he found you and they offered him a slice of the cake which he couldn't resist.
"So you had fun?" - he asked once you were in the car.
"Yes! Everybody was so nice, you saw it yourself!" - you said excited.
"Yeah, they were lovely. Everything went well?"
"Mhm, I'm exhausted though. I drank a lot of water like you asked and I always sat down when I felt dizzy."
"You were feeling dizzy?" - he asked as he looked at you worried.
"Sometimes. It only lasted for a few minutes, it always got better." - you reassured him with a smile.
Steven bit his lip worriedly, but nodded when you seemed okay.
"Take it easy in the next few days, yeah?"
"I will. Once we get home I'm gonna sleep for a whole day." - you groaned and leant back in the seat, making Steven smile.
Once at your building you were met with the devastating news that the elevator was out of order.
"What? It was working when I left!" - Steven growled annoyed at the piece of paper strapped to it.
"Well shit. Fifth floor, here we come." - you sighed and went ahead with Steven following behind you, carrying your camera and a bag full of leftovers from the wedding.
Steven kept a watchful eye on you the whole time, and noticed that you leant on the railing more and more as you passed each floor.
"You don't have to rush, love. We can rest for a bit." - he said.
"I just wanna be in my bed already." - you whined.
You felt dizzy again. If it weren't for the stupid lift, you'd be lying in your comfy bed, drinking cold water and eating more of the delicious cake you got from the wedding before falling asleep.
On the fourth floor you gripped the railing harder and raised your other hand to your temple when you felt like the building started to spin more.
The last thing you heard was Steven calling your name worriedly, before everything turned black.
Description: Steven is the sweetest man alive, and he always endeavors to make you feel special, but sometimes he can’t take a hint.
Warnings: None! Fluff central over here.
A/N:Wanted some fluff, made some fluff. There you have it.
Steven is of the talkative sort. He’s a nervous rambler. It’s as if silence makes his skin crawl, which makes sense to you, the void in your head is scary, and you’re not a vigilante. So, the filler talk doesn’t bother you. In fact, you find Steven’s version of filler noise to be really endearing.
His filler is always full of interesting factoids, and a passion for knowledge that you didn’t fully understand. He knew a little bit about everything, Archeology and Ancient Egypt being his prime focus, but it was as if he soaked up every piece of information he thought might be interesting to you.
“Did you know love, that The Beatles got the idea for their name from Buddy Holly and the crickets? Yeah, John Lennon loved the insect thing and puns so Beetles became Beat-les and the rest is history!”
“Did you know that Keanu Reeves does most of his own fight Choreo in John Wick? I wouldn’t wanna fight him in the open, yeesh!”
“Darling? Did you know, that light roast coffee has more caffeine that dark roast? It’s cause when they roast the beans, the longer they roast the beans, the more caffeine they roast out! I bought us a light roast this week to try!”
It always flowed out of him like a fountain, a wealth of knowledge. You loved learning all those little things, you loved that he was reading up on your interests in order to make conversation. It was precious. Every little thing he said made you wanna kiss him. The problem was, you didn’t like to interrupt. You didn’t want Steven to think his knowledge wasn’t valuable to you, so you usually just waited for gaps in conversation.
Today, Steven had out done himself on his little factoid mission. He had taken you, on a wine tasting. You were very excited, any amount of time spent with Steven was worth having, especially when there was good food and good booze to be had. In true Steven fashion, he was a wealth of knowledge. It’s like he had become a Sommelier over night. Each glass and snack pairing they handed you, he would listen patiently as the wine taster talked about tannins and whatever, then he would look at you with his breathtaking smile, hand you a glass, and would whisper a little fact to you while you drank and commented on the wine.
“Darling,” he said as the server handed him your first glass of the evening “did you know, that the tradition of drinking to one’s health started in Ancient Greece?” He smiled, thumbing a bit of your smudged lipstick from your mouth as he handed you the snack that went with the glass you were splitting. “Typically, a host would stand and take a drink before the rest of the guests, in order to prove that the wine was not poisoned.” He laughed, tilted the glass towards you in a salute, and pointedly took the first sip, “so, to your health darling, if it’s poisoned, avenge me!” He whispered conspiratorially as you giggled into your first sip, savoring the wine and the company. You had hoped he would give you a kiss to seal in all the good health luck, but no luck, he was currently telling you about the Roman tradition of ‘toasting’ and you were helpless to his charm.
“Ooh! See that one over there?” Steven chuckled pointing to the bottle you were about to drink, it had a little fox on it, “That one is special, that one is actually called a critter wine!” He chuckled as the server handed him a glass of said wine, “For some reason, when there is a little animal on the bottle, they get a special name, adorable innit?” You looked at him as if he had hung the moon, and muttered ‘you’re adorable.’hoping he would get the hint and kiss you already. Instead, he chuckled at your enthusiasm and kept telling you about the critter wine. He was not catching the hint.
“Oh, love? Have I ever told you the myth of Dionysus and Ariadne?” Steven said as you both sat at your table in the corner, sipping on a glass of your favorite wine in the tasting. At this point, you had learned about the oldest wine on record (some bottle from 200 AD or so in Germany), The oldest wine cellar on record (surprisingly? The Titanic, most bottles were still intact!), and the fear of wine (oenophobia). What you hadn’t learned, was what Steven’s wine soaked lips tasted like at this very second, and by the Gods you were going to find out.
“Pause!” Steven had just started his story when you held up your hand and ground him to a halt, “My love, I love your stories and I have had the time of my life listening to you talk this evening, but I am going to literally pass away if I don’t kiss you right now!” You explained giggling, slightly tipsy. You watched as a mirthful confusion took over his features, before you grabbed the sides of his face and smashed his lips to your own with vigor. At first he was startled, flailing his arms momentarily before settling them on your waist. After releasing him with a loud ‘mwah!’ Steven finally clued into what Marc and Jake had been trying to tell him all evening from the reflections of your wine glasses.
“Oye Papi! They think your brain es muy guapo, hombrecito!” Jake chuckled in the back of his mind.
“Yeah Steven! They’ve been eyeing your mouth all night, and if you quizzed them on your every fact, I think they would ace it!” Marc chimed in with a teasing laugh.
Steven stuttered for a second, looking at you with wide love struck eyes, as he fumbled to find the words for the way his heart swelled. He landed on a bemused, exasperated, huff of laughter as you sat there giggling at him. “Sorry darling! I didn’t want to be rude!” You apologized through love drunk giggles. With the look on his face, you couldn’t resist and kissed him again. “Play!” You said miming a clicker on a remote and leaning forward on your palms. “You can finish!” You nodded encouragingly.
Steven felt his heart swell six sizes as he fought to contain his laughter. You were truly still invested in his stupid stories, they meant the world to him, and all this time he hoped they meant the world to you, and in this moment he knew they did. For all the world, he counted himself the luckiest man in the universe to be witnessing the glimmer of love and fascination that shone in your eyes. “Something about pirates, Theseus, and Dolphins, the end c’mere!” He laughed raucously and pulled you squealing into his embrace, smothering you in affection.
Somewhere far away from this happy scene, Konshu sat in his corner of the sky, where he liked to do his watching. He normally sat guarding over the travelers of the night, but tonight he was watching something different. Tonight, he watched the worm. Steven Grant, was sat in a restaurant with his lover, and they were in their own little bubble. Konshu witnessed as their love infected the moods of the others around them, witnessed as the elderly couple at the table next to them smiled and held hands a little tighter, reminiscing about their young love. He watched as the Sommelier smiled and rolled an old, faded, silver ring around his left ring finger, reminiscing about his deceased partner. He saw as a woman on a failure of a date, with a man who shamelessly flirted with their waitress, rekindled the hope that there may actually be love out there for her. Through this one act of love, Konshu watched, and he was slowly reminded why he cared so much about these humans anyway. He cared, because the smallest acts of kindness, vigorously renewed their most valuable trait of all, hope. Konshu watched, and in his watching decided maybe, just maybe, the worm wasn’t half bad.
For the comfort requests:
“Want me to come over?” with Steven or Marc please.
Only if you feel up to it, luv <3 *hugs*
Title: They'll Always be Here in Their Flat Under the Moon
Marc Spector x GN!Reader, Steven Grant x GN!Reader, Jake Lockley x GN!Reader
A/N: Divider by @/firefly-graphics. Usage of ‘and’ as well as ’&’ is intentional. the small font is intentional as well. Certain sentences are fully lowercase and that is intentional. I'm so sorry I took so long--I have been goin through it for the last several days <3
Word count: 352
Warnings: Fluff, Autistic Marc Spector, Autistic Steven Grant, Autistic Jake Lockley (it only feels right to mention him as well!), cuddling. hurt/comfort-ish, mostly just comfort, jaw kisses, nose bumps, the boys being soft, kissing
Prompt: “Want me to come over?” from this list.
“Want me to come over?” his American accent is as present as ever as he talks to you exhaustion in his voice but also concern. It’s not unusual for him to sound so tired but something tells you he’s been out doing work for a dead god–
“you’ve been out again,” you state & he hums knowingly not intent on disputing
“mhm, yeah—we have been. doesn’t mean we can’t come over though,” he muses bluntly—maybe too bounty causing him to cringe “sorry–wasn’t trying t–”
“can i come to you?” he pauses—ponders even—it feels like hours when it’s only been half a minute of, what you assume, is silent discussion
The cab ride there was short—Jake offered to pick you up but you declined saying they all sounded too tired & that coming to them was no hardship. In fact—you wanted to go to their flat anyway & away from your own to finally have some fucking peace & quiet from the bustling outside & the loud neighbors who don’t know when the hell to go to sleep.
“Hiya, lovey!” hums a familiar English voice all chirpy yet drowsy as he beckons you into his arms comfortably & sways you for a second or two before shutting the door & locking it “Tea or bed?” he murmurs kissing your forehead once, twice, thrice, & then a fourth time for good measure just so hear you giggle dreamily at him “what’s got you up at this hour, lovebug?” he whispered lips moving against your forehead smoothly
“Loud neighbors & bad dreams.”
“Hm, well we can’t have that can we, my darling?” he hums a matter of factly
“No, I guess not,” you smile suddenly remembering he had asked you a question “oh, bed please—i just want to lay down with you for a bit.” he tugged you then all careful & thoughtful into his bed that’s always so comfy. The sheets are pleasantly cool, the comforter & weighted blanket soothing your anxieties away as small kisses lace your jaw & his nose bumps your own softly
“Comfy?” he murmurs smiling when you nod wordlessly & melt into his touches “sleep my love, we’ll be here.”
Steven: Who’s gonna tell them.
Marc: Not me .
Jake: Don’t look at me you bozos, I wasn’t fronting!
Khonshu: What is the ruckus about?
Steven, Marc & Jake: …
Marc: We dropped Y/N’s Perfume
Khonshu: What’s wrong with that?
Steven: It’s made of glass.
Khonshu: *adjusting feet, seeing broken pieces and wet splotches* Is this the one they-
Jake: Yes, the one they bought yesterday
Steven: And the one they were waiting to get released…
Khonshu: Prepare for your death I guess.
This has been bouncing around in my head for days now. I'm sorry.
Warnings: angst, mentions of past torture and rape, a bit of fluff at the end? Kind of
The Little Scar
Steven didn't notice it; how could he? Marc didn't notice it at first, either. But Jake... Jake saw it immediately. It was thin, and white, barely visible even, but he still saw it.
When they had first met her, first spoken to her, she'd opened her mouth, but her expression shuttered and she quickly closed it, bringing her hands up to sign her answer. To Jake, it had looked as if she was going to verbally respond and had decided against it; then he saw it. She'd swallowed nervously and his eyes had been drawn to her throat, where a thin, long, white scar sat in the center; he didn't mention it to either of his alters, and he didn't ask her about it.
Marc had noticed it a few weeks later and had made the mistake of pointing it out to Steven, who had asked about it out of concern.
Her fingers made an aborted move towards her throat and her eyes took on a faraway look. When she snapped out of it, she'd signed that she wasn't ready to talk about it, and Steven had apologized before changing the subject.
Jake couldn't forget the look in her eyes; almost haunted.
Jake never pushed, never tried to force her to talk, and never brought it up. Marc and Steven never tried to force her to talk either, but they did, on occasion, bring the scar up. She always told them she wasn't ready and they never failed to apologize for bringing it up.
It'd been almost two years now since they'd met her and she still couldn't talk about it. It wasn't that she didn't trust them - she did - it was just hard to talk about something she'd rather forget. That all changed a week before the anniversary of their meeting.
Her and Marc had been out, just strolling around the streets, basking in the beauty of London at night. There were very few people out at this time and they were using it to their advantage. Marc's arm was draped over her shoulder, keeping her pressed into his side; he noticed immediately when she stiffened.
Her eyes caught a flash of long, curly, dirty blonde hair and it felt like her heart stopped. Her throat ached and her body shook as memories flashed in her mind.
Cold blue eyes, a stern expression, annoyance at her screams, a flash of cold steel.
She hadn't even noticed she'd stopped moving, didn't register Marc calling her name with more and more urgency. She was too busy staring unseeing at where she had caught the flash of blonde hair; she knew it wasn't him, couldn't be, but it looked like him and that was enough.
She flinched when hands gripped her shoulders, no sound leaving her throat even as tears streamed down her face and her vision began to darken; she couldn't breathe. The hands removed themselves quickly, as if their owner had been burned, and was replaced by the gentlest of pressure on one of the sleeves of her jacket; she barely noticed it, even as it lead her back to their flat.
She came back to herself slowly, gentle words of Spanish flowing into her ears. She couldn't understand them yet, was still trying to match her breathing to what she was realizing was Jake's; hadn't she been with Marc?
She blinked her eyes a few times, finally managing to focus her vision enough to see Jake with a devastated look on his face; it broke her heart to see.
"I'm okay," she signed, but Jake only frowned deeper. She didn't realize why until she noticed just how bad her hands were shaking still. She thought about how she had flinched when Marc had grabbed her shoulders, how long it took them to tell her about their past, about how careful Jake was in not touching her at the moment.
She took a slow breath in, forcing her hands to steady enough and let it all come out. She explained how she had been abducted several years ago, how she had been held captive for over a year, how he had made her stay naked, how he had touched her and reveled in her fear, in her screams and cries. How he had eventually gotten tired of them, how he had hired someone to cut open her throat and remove her voice box, damage her vocal cords beyond repair, so he wouldn't have to listen to her anymore. She explained how she had been saved by his brother, who had discovered the truth and gotten her out, gotten her away.
She cried, and her hands shook, but still, she told them. And when she was finally done, she hesitantly told them what had triggered her panic attack, the flash of dirty blonde hair she had seen. Jake hesitantly asked if he could hold her and she had practically collapsed into his arms.
His arms were tight around her, firm yet not confining; they made her feel safe in a way she hadn't felt in years. Her breathing finally evened out, and she fell asleep, unaware of the rage boiling within her boys.
Jake looked down at her as she slept peacefully in his arms and then caught the gaze of his alters in the mirrors by the bed. For once, they were all on the same page. Whoever it was that had done this to her... they were a dead man walking.
Part 2 has been posted!
Steven: *is doing some stuff about the egyptians while standing up*
Y/N: *enters the room and sees Steven giving them his back*
Y/N: You're SO THICK! You're mister thick, thick, thick-ity, thick face from thick town, thick-ania.. and so's Marc and Jake!
you want to step into the footsteps of being a fearless vigilante and the moon boys each have their own way of teaching you.
btw this is me being lazy and not wanting to write a long fic but still having tens of ideas <3
you: “so, what the first step?”
marc: “okay, so first, you just go all in. if you see them step back, means you win.”
marc: braces himself
marc: try it on me.”
you: tackle him into the floor and steps away
you: “did i do it right?”
marc: still on the floor
marc: “could use some work, but you got the idea.”
steven: “i don’t even understand why marc and jake put up with this. in my opinion, i think this is a terrible idea. i mean, things like this can have you seriously injured.”
you: “can we get to it?”
steven: “i suppose.”
steven: prepares himself with his batons but immediately takes a step away from you
steven: “no, can’t do it!”
marc: ‘what the hell, steven.’
jake: ‘oye, qué haces?’
steven: “i’m not going to fight a child.”
jake: “solo de voy a decir una ves.”
jake: “no me importa si estás al borde de la muerte, no los vas a dejar.”
“te golpean en el hombro, les golpeas más fuerte hasta que se caen.”
“marc te puede enseñarte combate, pero el trabajo es mas fácil con un arma.”
jake: hands you his one and only pistol
marc: ‘he did not just give a kid a gun.’
after an argument: hc
(part 2: part 1 here!) this ended up taking way longer than i imagined woops
the silent treatment he had been giving you eventually turns into reflection time.
the outcome? he feels like a complete dick.
so he when he sees your sitting on the sofa, he would come and sit next to you, his hands placed awkwardly on his knees
he would sneak peaks at you as if to get your attention because our love can’t directly make the first move after confrontation
finally, you would sigh and face him
to which he would pretend to be really interested in whatever was on the tv.
then he would spill.
“I’m sorry I was such an arse and for the stupid argument. I was acting immature and you don’t deserve that and if there’s anyway I can make it up to you-”
You would interrupt him with a much calmer, “Steven.” and add, “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I was stupid to do anything to risk what we have.”
You could see the hidden fear in his eyes and shook your head.
“You won’t lose me. besides, people in relationships argue!” He isn’t convinced, muttering a string of apologies again.
“I’m not mad anymore, okay? It’s done.”
Steven is relieved. Like super relieved. he physically breathes a sigh of relief.
And he hesitantly reaches out to take your hand
to which you offer a smile and snuggle into his side.
“Wow.” Steven suddenly whispers
“I just love you. And am so lucky to have you, my love.”
to which you smile, because your equally lucky to have him- even when he is sassy.
okay so i feel like he would want to avoid direct confrontation
but would still obviously want to apologise.
so say your asleep and he sneaks into the flat
has gotten a bunch of flowers or something cliché that he debated on getting but decided he needs something romantic to add to his apology.
he doesn’t want to wake you, plans to just leave the flowers in a vase and cook you breakfast.
but he stubs his toe on the side as he walks in and cusses loudly.
of course, you wake up instantly, slightly delirious from your sleep.
he cringed at himself, inhaling deeply before muttering a small ‘nope’.
Marc knows he’s fucked up by the sadness in your tone.
your sit up, noticing the flowers and he follows your gaze and sighs.
“Look, Y/N, I fucked up. And I’m sorry.”
he paces forward and places the flowers on the bedside table
It’s kinda funny to see big, scary Marc Spector be so shy
and you don’t really know what to do
cause your still pissed at him.
“You upset me, marc. I just care about you, is all. when you get hurt, it hurts me. And I’m powerless to it, you know?”
“I know, baby. I know. I got, defensive and it was wrong of me.”
he feels emotional and turns away from you for a moment.
“Just not really used to people caring about me. I just don’t want to scare you off, or risk losing you. It doesn’t give me an excuse, I know. I’m sorry.”
He sniffles, would desperately try to stop any tears.
But you saw him. Saw all his insecurity, all his pain, all his worry.
and you instantly would get up from the bed, wrap your arms round his waist.
“I know, darling. We can work on it, okay? But we don’t have to right now.”
to which you would gently urge him to turn around.
and he accepts your embrace, softly sniffles into your shoulder as you stroke his back.
“Let’s go to bed, yeah?”
and he agrees.
and you both lie down, you guiding him to rest his head on your chest as you gently play with his hair
both slowly realising you can work on your problems together.
“I’m worried, mate. She could be anywhere.”
“She isn’t answering our texts.”
“Fuck sake, Jake.”
after you left, of course all 3 of them would be freaking out.
Jake would eventually take control- or lose it.
going back to his bottle but slowly
truth was, he was more worried than anyone.
this was his fault
so if anything happened to you, that would be on him.
and he would never forgive himself
he was pacing the room, calling your phone yet again, practically screaming in frustration when he heard your voicemail.
that was until the door opened.
you half expected one of the others to be fronting, or for Jake not to be there at all.
but to your slight dismay, there he was, instantly turning to face you and throwing his phone on the sofa.
you would take off your jacket, not even bothering to face him.
then walk straight to the bathroom for a shower, avoiding contact at all.
“You need to sort this out, Jake. Just say sorry.”
he knew he had too. just didn’t know how to communicate it
and all you wanted, no, needed, was for him to communicate.
you come out the shower and to his dismay, your wearing one of your own night tops and not one of his
and you get a glass of water before going to bed.
but before you can, Jake clears his throat.
to which you would stop in your tracks, slightly turning to him so he knows he has some of your attention.
“Are you hurt?”
“You were gone for so long, I thought you might’ve got-”
“Are you kidding? I was ‘gone for so long’ because you told me to leave, remember?”
okay, tensions were still high
and i have a feeling Jake is stubborn
Jake would stop talking for a moment as he watches you shake your head slightly
“I was angry.”
“well I’m still angry.”
and the atmosphere would be so tense.
one wrong word, and it could all snap.
“What do you want me to do?”
and you scoff.
“Honestly? I want you to be honest. Jake, do you want me?”
“You hardly say it.”
“You hardly say you love me! and maybe I’m selfish but you don’t act like you love me sometimes. I want, I want you to talk to me and be open to me and want me in the way I want you! Because I can’t keep doing this.”
That- he feels his stomach turn in dread, feels his head fill with fire. But mostly, he feels the way his heart breaks slightly.
of course he loves you.
but it was fucking terrifying to admit
you mistake his silence for agreeance and you feel tears well in your eyes
because this is your biggest fear; that one of them could fall out of love with you.
“I’m going to bed.”
the sentence sends chills down his spine in the worst way
and he shakes out of his thoughts, rushing forward.
“No no no, wait. I’m sorry. Sometimes I can’t find the words for you, Y/N, but it’s not because I don’t want to or because I don’t care but it’s because for you, I feel so deeply. I can cope with pain, lord knows I can, but this... loving you means the possibility of losing you and I can’t live with that.”
none of them can
and you pause again, putting down the water and turning to him with watery eyes.
“It doesn’t make up for what happened. I mean it, Jake. We can’t keep doing this thing where we fight and then fuck, and then forget about it.”
“I won’t. I will try and make it up to you, Cariño, every single day. And I might not be able to open up like the others do, but I will try. I will try for you.”
and you finally nod slightly, tears falling freely now.
and he sighs in utter relief and it’s overwhelming what he feels for you
he walks over and kisses you fiercely and you pause for a moment before returning the gesture
but the dominance dies down, leaving a gentle, loving kiss, making your head dizzy
and finally, Jake says with as much certainty as you have ever heard, “Te quiero. I love you, mi amor.”
and whilst you know it’ll take a while, your willing to wait.
for them, you would wait an eternity
because they are your eternity.
cliché little ending to make up for the angst of p1 hehe. hope you enjoyed :)
Post mission rooftop sex with Mr knight 🙏🙏
(WARNING: MINORS DNI 18 +) (Steven is kinda a mean dom in this one, brat taming)
What Post Mission Rooftop Sex with Mr. Knight Would be Like:
It was a simple mistake.
It could’ve happened to anyone.
Steven was fronting that night and god knows you couldn’t pay attention to much when he had that suit on.
You tried not to stare at the curve of his ass, goddamn did he have a fine ass though, as he was beating the absolute fuck out of some poor bloke that decided to rob some jewlery store that night.
You were staring at him too long and didn’t notice the bloke's friend had gotten back up and had you pinned to the wall, cold metal pressed against your throat.
As soon as Steven heard the grunt of pain coming from you he stopped his brutal attacks on the one guy and looked and saw you pinned against the wall with a knife to your throat.
Steven didn’t even think, only seeing red as he ripped the man away from you and beat him within an inch of his life. He was crazed and the only thing in this world able to stop him was you. You pulled him back when the man was unconscious, potentially with a severe concussion.
You pulled him back only for him to sweep you off your feet and carry you from rooftop to rooftop until he finally stopped on the roof of your apartment building. Completely desolate at this time of night.
“I could’ve handled him” You said as you tried to get your feet back on the ground. The tone and lip you gave Steven flew most nights, in fact he loved your sass, but now as he noticed a small scratch where the knife was. He was in no mood.
The next thing you knew was the rough brick of a wall digging into your back as Steven’s gloved hands and glowing eyes pinned you there. He leaned in close, hot breath tickling your ear as Steven’s mask was pulled up only to reveal the lower part of his face.
“I don’t doubt that you could’ve,” He said as he bit lightly on the lobe of your ear, “but the only man allowed to pin you to a wall is me, my love.”
He gathered your hands in one of his gloved ones as his other trailed along your body, groping at the fleshy bits of your hips, groping entire handfuls of your right breast, kneading it as his left kisses and nips at your skin lowering to where the cut was. Your hips bucked as his tongue darted out to lick the droplet of blood that was there, pain mixed with pleasure.
You let out a soft moan as you halfheartedly fought against his restraint on your hands. You hooked one leg over his hip, feeling a brush of the prominent bulge against your clothed core, another moan escaped you as Steven stiffened before placing your other leg over his hip and pinned your lower half against the wall with his.
“Now, now,” Steven tutted, “patience is a virtue.”
“Good thing I’m not virtuous,” you replied as you ground your hips against him, “so either fuck me or fuck off.”
You couldn’t see his expression under the mask, only the lower half of his face was exposed, but from the way his hands tightened around your hips and ground harshly against you, his action provided some much wanted friction between you.
“I wouldn’t talk like that if I were you my love,” Steven warned as he bit the underside of your jaw, “not if you want to cum tonight.” his hands were dancing the inside seam of your leggings, your breath hitching as his fingers brushed against where you needed him the most.
You gasp as you hear the tearing of fabric and the cool night air causing goosebumps to rise on the inside of your thighs.
You shudder as you feel his hand brush over your completely soaked panties.
“You’re completely soaked,” he whispers hotly against your throat, “you’ve been soaked since I was beating the shit out of that poor bloke haven’t you.”
“No,” You lied, your voice breathless and your heart palpating as you tried to grind against his hands. Only for him to still your movements.
“Good girls don’t lie, my love,” he said, “are you going to be a good girl for me?” His fingers were tracing the outline of your slit, you were about to come back with a smart ass comment, but then he pushed your panties to the side and you jerked as his glove covered thumb began rubbing circles against your clit. The material of his glove against your sensitive bud was quickly driving you insane. The pressure and pace was enough to keep you wanting, but not enough to get you further than that. You groaned in frustration as he stopped.
“I asked,” His voice tinged with frustration that matched your own, “are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” You finally whimper, unable to take being teased like this for long.
You let out a choked moan as you feel him filling you up, unable to wonder when he had undone his pants, when you feel the material of his glove on your throat.
You moan loudly with each thrust of his hips and as his fingers wrap themselves around your throat, squeezing enough to keep you aware but not enough to harm you.
“So fucking tight,” Steven grunted his pace unfaltering, “No matter how many times I fuck this pussy you’re always so fucking tight for me aren’t you.”
You nodded before letting out another moan as his pace quickens and the knot in the pit of your stomach forms.
“Look at you being a good girl,” Steven says, “you’re such a big talker until I get my cock in you aren’t you.” You cry out as he ruthlessly pounded into you feeling each drag of his cock in and out, “doesn’t matter where as long as it’s in you.”
“In your smart ass mouth, shutting you the fuck up.” He thrusted harshly, “In your pretty pussy, filling you up until you can’t think of anything else,” He thrusted harshly again. Your hands fighting to touch some part of him, any part of him.
Each furious thrust of his hips, impaling you, threatened to send you over the edge. The knot in your stomach was unbearably tight.
“You’re close aren’t you,” Steven taunted, “do you want to cum my love.”
You nodded, your mind unable to think of anything other than this man in front of you, with or without the glowing eyes.
“Then fucking ask me like a good girl hmm.”
“Please,” you practically begged, “I need to cum please let me cum.”
You squealed as he pinched your nipple through your shirt
“Please Sir, please let me be your good girl and cum for you.”
All at once the knot in your stomach burst and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Every nerve on your body was on fire as your tired muscles fell limp. With a few more erratic pumps you felt Steven ejaculate within you. Mixing your release together.
After a brief cooldown, Steven let go of your wrist, massaging and kissing them gently as an apology. It wasn’t until the cool london night breeze tickled the inside of your thigh did you lightly smack Steven’s arm.
Steven was confused before he noticed the state of your leggings, and he just couldn’t retain the laughter that bubbled in him.
“Steven,” you tried to act stern but failed miserably to keep the amusement out of your voice, “you owe me a new pair of leggings.”
“That’s fine by me,” Steven said as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your middle, trying to cover up the massive hole he had created in them.
That night Steven made up for the ruined leggings, multiple times.
And that was not the last time Steven and you had sex on that rooftop in his Mr. Knight suit.
Imagine teaching Steven how to spar with a lightsaber before going to Galaxy’s Edge for a lightsaber dueling competition.
“I-I don’t wanna hurt you, love.”
“You won’t, Steven. I’ve been training for this for years. Just follow my lead.”
44 from the Little One prompt list with the Moon Knights boys please 🥺
Choosing little one’s name together.
“So, we’re having a girl,” you said.
You just came back from your latest doctor appointment. All things were good, baby was healthy. And you also found out you were having a daughter.
“You called it,” Steven said, mumbling into your stomach.
Out of all the three, he was the one who loved resting against it the most. The other two may find any excuse to have their hands on it, but Steven was the one who had no shame. And now that your baby bump was becoming more prominent, he loved it even more. Anytime he was around you, his hands would find their way to it. If not his hands, then his head. At least his lips.
“I’m happy,” you said, caressing his hair as he kept his head on you. “You guys came up with a lot of cute girl names.”
Since the start of your pregnancy, the boys would text you different names for the baby. It basically become part of your routine to expect a text with a name suggestion. You could tell right away who would be coming up with something based on the choices.
Steven would come up with names that were fancier and/or from literature like Charlotte, Theodore, Emily, Darcy.
Marc liked simpler names that had one or two syllables like James, Amy, Eric, John.
Jake gravitated towards ones that sounded nice in both English and Spanish like Emma, Oscar, Felix, Anna.
“Well, we agreed you’d have the final say, love,” Steven said, now mindlessly tracing shapes along your belly. “Any of them stand out for you?”
“I really like Marceline,” you said. “It sounds pretty. That’s also the name of that poet you really like, right?”
“Marceline Desbordes-Valmore, yes,” he clarified. “The French translation for it also translates to ‘little warrior.’”
“Definitely appropriate for our daughter. It also sounds like the female version of Marc, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, it does,” he peered down to talk directly to your unborn child. “Marceline it is then?”
He felt a small kick just then, getting the both of you to gasp and laugh in disbelief.
“Marceline it is then,” you confirmed. “And what about a middle name?”
“Well, the three of us really liked one name. Mostly because of its meaning behind it.”
“Oh?” You tried your best to remember which one all three of them suggested.
“Abigail,” Steven answered, smiling more fondly than ever. “In Hebrew, it means ‘father’s joy.’”
Hearing that brought out your own elated smile. “It’s perfect,”
So, it was settled.
Five more months, and you’d be welcoming your little warrior that was your father’s joy.