description: after a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. to make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.
fluff ✿ 2.3k words -> leon kennedy masterlist
You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.
Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.
You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldn’t believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in ‘98.
Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.
He was insanely good looking, but the years weren’t kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.
But, man, was he delectable.
You couldn’t help it! It wasn’t just the way he looked, but the way he acted.
He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you.
You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions.
Sometimes when he’d stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, you’d steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.
Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel.
Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasn’t even his, splattered across his collar and arms.
Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.
Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, he’d catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and he’d nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you.
You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.
You internally screamed whenever he’d walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didn’t just come back from hell.
It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.
And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.
Why’d he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?
Damn blue eyed stare.
You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.
As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.
You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a following of about two hundred thousand.
It was insane, but you were glad you weren’t popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.
You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted they’d embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.
You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.
You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.
“I know how you feel, girl, trust me,” you said, giving the camera a knowing look.
Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.
And Leon surely wasn’t on Twitch so…
you spilled.
“If it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.”
You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.
Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. “Oh man, I don’t even know if I should say this…”
Another gifted sub popped up.
girl spill the tea I won’t tell anyone I promise
“Alright but if you clip this you’re all banned. Well actually I’m like ninety nine percent sure this guy isn’t even on social media okay he’s…he’s older so I don’t have to worry about him finding out.”
You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.
OLDER??
like how much older?
You scratched the back of your neck, “he's like....50?”
FIVE ZERO?
beekeeping age
an older man you say???
Dilffff
Oh so he’s a dilf
You gave the webcam a flat look.
“…Okay yeah he’s kind of a dilf, “ You faltered, “but he doesn’t have children okay, not that I know of.”
You shifted in your seat.
“This guy is very well known within our company. And I don’t know—he’s just great. He’s nice to everyone, he’s funny, and he cares about people.”
You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.
girl get him
SEDUCE HIM
Ooo a little age gap momentt
WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE
whats his name
“I don’t know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,” you said with a small laugh. “But let’s just call him ‘the dilf from work’. He’s so out of my league it’s ridiculous.”
You leaned closer to the mic.
“So the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.”
You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.
“And I panic because I didn’t expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottle…and it sort of swings down—”
You pause, biting your tongue.
Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.
“…He stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as it’s swinging toward him—”
You clutched your forehead, “So now I’m panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and he’s just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.”
Oh honey…
Yea i would clear out the whole room
loll no he probably thought it was cute trust….
real
“I felt like a fucking idiot!” you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish.
You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didn’t even complain.”
You sigh, “but that was still embarrassing.”
“I would never wish harm on anyone,” you continued quietly, “but I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happened…or just forgets I exist in general.”
Comments rolled in again.
imagine he sees this
help
yall better not clip ts
“No, don't worry,” you reassured. “He’s not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.”
You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.
Most of them were variations of there’s no way that’s true.
You just smiled to yourself.
And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.
Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadn’t told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.
It happened right after the water bottle incident.
You’d found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.
You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.
“There,” you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.
Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. “Sorry,” you added again.
Leon waved you off with a soft grin, “Ah, don’t worry about it.”
You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.
His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.
“Oh,” you murmured quietly to yourself.
You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.
“Here, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.”
You glanced back.
Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused.
“Sorry about that,” he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.
Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.
“But anyways…I’m sure I’ll get over it someday.”
The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.
You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.
When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.
He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, “Oh—thank you!”
“Figured you’d need it, you’ve been here all day,” His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.
Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.
His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadn’t slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.
Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them.
“Tired?” He asked, gaze flitting around your face.
“Yeah…I was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.” You grin sheepishly.
He nods, “Streaming huh?”
You blinked.
“Yeah—you know…like on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.”
Leon’s mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip,
“I know what streaming is,” he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul.
You shifted in your seat, “Oh.”
“I’m not that old,” he added, voice softer this time.
You laughed, “Sorry, I just figured it wasn’t your kind of thing.”
He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.
“You’d be surprised,” he continued. “I’ve actually seen a few of yours.”
You froze completely.
“…Huh?” You said stupidly.
“Yeah.” Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.
“I’m not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big following…figured I’d take a look and see what you got up to after work.”
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Damn Sherry.
Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with him…you knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one.
“Oh.” Your brain was replaying every second of last night. “Okay.” You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally.
Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.
“I’m so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,” you blurted out.
“What do you mean?” he blinked.
You stared, “When I hit your head with the water bottle?”
An amused huff left him, “I actually don’t remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.”
You straightened immediately.
Wait, he actually got a concussion?…From a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent.
You shook your head, what were you thinking?
So insensitive.
“I’m so sorry,” you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, “Is it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?”
Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You could call it that.”
You nodded slowly, completely serious.
His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, “Ah, forgot I’ve got a meeting to head to.”
“Good luck,” You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer.
You blinked, swallowing at his proximity.
“You might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,” he crooned.
What.
“Over dinner?...”
“Over dinner,” He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, “You know, since you ‘bonked’ my head so hard.”
Your soul left your body.
“But—“
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.
One.
He definitely watched your stream.
And two.
You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.
A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.
You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.
And now here you are, still streaming.
Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.
Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didn’t turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.
Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.
who just came in?
DOOR?
Is that a mannn???
You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.
You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work.
He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss.
Your chat exploded again.
HELLO?????
wait guys whose that
SNACK DELIVERY???
IS THAT HIM
tHe WORK DILF…
You snorted softly under your breath.
Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second.
His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.
When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale.
“Okay guys, relax,” you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.
You glanced sideways at him.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, “Don’t be rude, Hon, aren’t you gonna introduce me?”
You rolled your eyes.
“Chat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.”
Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, ““The work what?”
He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past.
HELLO SIR
Yo is that Leon Kennedy??
HI LEON
easy white chocolate
Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter?
Easy there white chocolate
BE cool chat
guys she said she works for the dso it makes sense
His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. “Why are they calling me white chocolate?”
You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice.
ooo he’s real
HIS VOICE
flash us
BEEKEEPING AGE
Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.
“…What’s beekeeping age?”
You dropped your head into your hands.
Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Should I be concerned?” he asked quietly.
You shook your head in defeat, “I don’t even know.”
While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.
He scanned the chat slowly.
“Alright,” he murmured, “I’ll read some more.”
You winced,
“Maybe don’t—“
Too late.
HOW OLD ARE YOU
Leon huffed, “Old.”
Wait so what do you guys do for work?
Leon paused, “…We work for the government.”
ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH
Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, “I hope so.”
aww how did you fall for her??
“Well, I knew she was the one for me when she clocked me in the head with a bottle.”
You smacked his chest, “It wasn't on purpose!”
Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.
He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. “Well, this has been…enlightening.”
“Sure was,” you muttered under your breath.
He glanced down at you, “You’ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?”
You huffed, “…No.”
Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.
You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. “I hate all of you.”
Leon’s voice drifted from the kitchen.
“Be nice.”
Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.
shiii i mean, if leon worked with me, the world would neverrr hear the end of it.
I FOUND OUT WHAT IT MEANS and I was right :D i was worried it had some crazy double meaning
✧.* "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SILLY PROJECT OF YOURS, YOU JUST WANT SOME DICK."
[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This fic was originally written & published on Wattpad but due to multiple complications, I’ve decided to upload it here.
[ { CONTENT } ] ➤ Each chapter is rather lengthy & the entirety of this fiction exceeds at least 90k words and counting. There are plenty of sexual themes & smut within this story so please proceed with caution.
[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, hints of; obsession, possessiveness, & stalking. Violence, whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
Summary: Many of the male Avengers want to ask you to be their date for Tony’s upcoming birthday party. When they discover that they have competition, it becomes a matter of who will ask you first?
Word Count: 1.4K
No Warnings!
A/N: I don’t want to spoil much, but let’s just say that the ending is only satisfying if you like women!
I will be posting the moon knight imagines that I was already working on. Just because I'm going to stop writing for the moon boys, I stil have imagines I'm going to post. So look out for those but after those ones, I'm done with moonknight imagines for now. Thank you for the kind comments, those last moon knight imagines are a goodbye imagines for those who stuck for moonknight. I will write for other characters though :)
Perhaps one day, I will write for moon knight after these imagines again
I think I'm done with writing after seeing not many people interacting with my stories anymore. It just felt like it's time to say goodbye to moon knight imagines, it was fun at first but not anymore. Thank you for those who enjoyed my stories but I think it's time to say goodbye to moon knight imagines :)
Thank you again but since not many people are interacting with my stories anymore, there's no need to continue. Once again, thank you for these memories of people interacting with my stories and thinking I did well. :)
[I'm not leaving tumblr but I just won't write for moon knight anymore]
— for now, in this part, he contemplates you being the devil before his eight wishes.
Warnings: mental illness, mentions of khonshu briefly. Very unedited I'll edit later
Eventual smut soon in the mini series
— STEVEN GRANT WAS HAVING A TERRIBLE DAY. First, he woke up in the middle of nowhere in a green valley field where puffball clouds flooded the blue sky. He thought the sky and the area looked beautiful but where the fuck was he at? Secondly, he was late to work —as always but Donna chewed him out for being late; threatening his job. And thirdly, the date he promised a lovely woman never showed up.
And finally, when he called the lovely woman she told him to never call him again. To that, Steven was sitting alone at a Steakhouse restaurant —a restaurant he never wanted to go to in the first place because he was vegan. But everything was coming crashing down on him.
His days were missing, he can't even have a normal date because of his condition. Steven felt sick of himself because he just wished to be normal. His eyes brimmed with tears as he captured his trembling lips between his teeth trying to contain a sob.
Steven Grant felt terrible. He just wanted to go home and cry because of the terrible day he suffered through. He ducked his head down, trying to at least say himself the embarrassment of letting anyone see him cry.
But his cry was interrupted when he heard a chair nearby scraping against the concrete ground. He lifted his head to see what that noise was. His eyes widened seeing a dazzling sight in front of him.
A beautiful woman with [color] skin glistening underneath the mellow outside restaurant lights. Mischief lingered in your [color] eyes but Steven could have sworn he saw a flash of crimson red as you gazed at him curiously. A brightly red-dressed that hugged your curves perfectly as dip curved between your breast. You laid back against the metal chair with a head tilt.
At first, Steven was confused about many things. Why was a beautiful woman sitting in front of him? Why did you choose to sit with him and why were you there in the first place.
He quickly battled his eyes, blinking away the tears. "Don't be shy, darling." Your voice called out, a certain purring tone was laced inside of it. A curving to your smile spread across your lips. A forsaken smile that seemed the capture Steven in the wrong ways, almost forgetting why he was crying in the first place. "Human tears are normal, don't stop on my accord."
Steven blinked confused. He wasn't sure who you were or why a beautiful woman like yourself would sit with him, especially him. His self-esteem was at an all-time low and he felt timid to be around someone with such beauty. "I-I'm sorry, who are you?" Steven bluntly called out curiously.
"I don't get why such a handsome man is crying." You blatantly ignored his questions as you leaned in against the table, crossing your arms on top of the metal table. Your eyes narrowed, it wasn't a glare. No, the mischievous stare never shone away from your eyes; in fact, it grew.
A faint blush spread across his olive skin as he frowned. Steven wasn't looking forward to getting made fun of. He didn't know if you were joking or not by calling him handsome. If you were here to ridicule him, he wasn't going to have it. "I'm not here to make fun of you." You replied as if you read his thoughts. Shock spread across his face hearing your statement. "I saw a lonely handsome man get stood up by his date and I thought to accompany you. Is that okay?"
Steven thought about it for a moment. There weren't that many people that wanted to be around Steven; they simply ignore him. In the depth of his loneliness, he honestly needed that human interaction. Just simple company, he wasn't sure what was wrong with him where people would stray away from him but they always seem to do so. "That's okay." Steven softly said.
"Good." You said with a wide smile. "Tell me, Steven. What's a vegan doing at a steak restaurant?" Steven furrowed his brows. How could you possibly know that he was vegan? "I saw how you were trying to order a steak. Any normal person that eats steak often would know how they would like their steak."
How were you knowing his thoughts? That should have been the first red flag of the night but Steven brushed it off as many more red flags were to come. Steven just wanted some company because he wasn't sure how he would do being alone at the moment. "My date, um, well not my date anymore said that our date was supposed to be at this steak house. Honestly, I don't know why I agreed but I supposedly set up the date? The story is bollocks, I'm not sure if you want to hear it." Steven rambled, trying to cut himself.
"I have all the time in the world, Steven." Your voice sweet like candy. It was starting to become addictive. You were suddenly having power over Steven just by your mere voice. Steven wasn't sure if you were an angel sent from heaven because of the beauty and grace that lingered in your features, your voice —your soul. It was enthralling and captivating. He was caught in a trance just by your voice.
"Oh, um." Steven stumbled over his words seeing the intensity and interest in your eyes. No one has ever shown him an interest in his stories; they usually brushed it off as if he was an insignificant insect. "I sometimes can't remember details and this woman that I worked with came up to me confirming our date. And I was like what date? Because I haven't been on a date for years and I was shocked that I got one without recalling. She told me I set it up which is crazy when I never set up anything, yeah? Details always go past my mind. . ."
Steven told the story, his hands gestured around as he recalled the details. A smile never left your lips, you were intrigued by him. His heart hammered seeing that intrigued glint in your eyes, a smile of amusement. As he told the story, he was starting to feel better as you laughed along with him while he made jokes. From one story, to another; laughs lingered in the air as his steak came.
Steven stared at the steak, he wasn't sure if he was going to eat it. He only ordered it because of how low his self-esteem felt and he wasn't thinking of anything else. He felt repulsed that he was going to eat a steak. "Hey." You called out gently, catching his attention. "I'll eat the steak for you and we can find a late-night vegan place for you."
His eyes widened. You didn't even know him but yet, you were trying to make him comfortable as possible. Is this a mere dream of his sad reality he had to make up for his lack of companionship? "I'm real, Steven." Your hand outstretched and your thumb stroked his outer hand. "I'm real."
Steven wasn't sure how you were reading his thoughts. Maybe you were a guardian angel sent to him, to comfort him in his time of need. He gently nodded and pushed the plate of steak in front of you. The wind gently blew in the air as the cold air hit against your exposed arms, he saw you shiver. "Here, let me give you my sweater." Steven pulled his hand away from your touch.
Steven felt a strange emptiness feeling your touch leave his hand as he grabbed his sweater, stood up, and walked over to your side. He gently placed the sweater on your shoulders, you stared at him with that same glint of intrigue. "To answer your question, yes. I would like to go to a late-night vegan place, love."
Steven shuffled his way back to his seat. Your eyes followed his every move, even though Steven thought you were sweet. You were strange to him, there were those subtle red flags that Steven did see. A flash of red crossed your eyes every now and then, but he crossed it off thinking that it was the lack of sleep.
"I like you, Steven." You said abruptly as you cut your steak. "I think you and I are going to have a fun time together."
Steven tilted his head at the statement. "What do you mean?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out but I just need more information." You merely stated, biting into the steak. Your statement should have Steven leaving. Another red flag he should have seen but he was enjoying your company too much to care that you were saying strange things. "So, tell me, Steven. Have you ever killed anyone?"
"What?" Steven furrowed his brows as he stared at you, shocked. Who would ask anyone that question? "No, I could never harm someone."
"You had thoughts about it before?" Steven shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he fiddled his fingers together. A wider smile etched on your lips as you cut your steak again. "Don't try to lie to me, Steven. I can see through every lie you tell but I'm just surprised that you haven't lied tonight in our evening."
"I. . .had thoughts," Steven muttered. This was the most prominent red flag that Steven has encountered through the night. His mind was telling him to get away from you, his bones shivering under your gaze as if you were reading into his every thought. He should have run but he didn't; he wanted to believe that this was in his head and was a normal conversation. "But everyone has thoughts of harming someone."
"That is true. I have thoughts about it all the time but I'm trying to contain them." You shrugged, pulling his sweater tighter against your frame. "You probably think I'm weird for asking that but I'm a professor and therapist. It's a study I'm doing. I'm trying to see the different reactions when I ask if they killed someone. You can tell a lot from someone's eyes."
Steven felt a wave of relief wash over him. He let out a sigh as he nervously chuckled. "Oh, okay. I did think you were strange." His eyes widened as he shook his hands around. "Not that's bad and I don't think you're strange strange but strange in a sense that's a good way? Like you're a mystery strange to me."
Steven shook his head at himself, closing his eyes at his stupidity. He felt as if once again, he chased another person away from his blunt nature. He knew he was blunt but he always said what he was trying to say in the wrong way which often drove people away from him. A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. "I'm liking you more from each encounter we have, Steven Grant. Yes. . ." You muttered something incoherently to yourself.
Steven couldn't hear the last bit but he heard something about a soul. He wasn't sure if that was right but he shrugged it off. "I. . .like you too." He admitted sheepishly.
"You have a pure soul. Not once have you tried anything towards me. Not an impure thought towards my body or looks." Your words should have struck him again but perhaps you were just being nice. You hummed to yourself as you tilted your head. "I haven't encountered someone like you in a long time."
"Well, whoever tried anything with you that's gross is a twat." Steven replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I think you're. . .pretty." His cheeks flushed at his statement. He was growing more confident around you which was hard for him, you brought something out of him. He wasn't sure what but he liked it. "Yeah, you're beautiful. I think it's just human decency and the bare minimum to not think disgusting thoughts about every woman you see."
"Hmm, yes but not every man is like that." You commented. For once, a soft smile spread across your lips. It wasn't a smirk or a curve of mischief, it was a genuine smile. "I think I'm done, come on, let's go."
You stood up and began walking away. Steven furrowed his brows as he stood up as well. "Wait, we haven't paid for the steak." He called out as you continued to walk.
You lazily looked back at him, excitement shined in your eyes. "Awe come on, Steven. You didn't want the steak in the first place. Live a little, darling. We don't have to pay for the steak."
Steven frowned his lips. It felt wrong to leave without paying, he paid no mind to your words as he fished out his wallet and pulled out the proper amount he saw from the menu plus a tip. He left it on the table and jogged up next to you. And for once again, a surprised expression took over your face.
"How curious. . ." You muttered, biting your bottom lip and gazing at Steven. A feeling stirred in your chest. He was a good person. "Well, let's take a drive and see what we can find at this late hour."
Steven nodded, following you along to your car. "Are you from London?"
"Not particularly. Normally, I wouldn't come to London because I would burst out laughing at all the accents I hear but I came here for work." You replied, glancing at the taller man. "I'm lucky I came because I met you."
A nervous smile spread on Steven's lips but he felt a pain of offense hearing you say you laugh at British accents. Before he could reply, his eyes widened gazing at your car. A red 1950s Chevy Impala came into view, it shined underneath the street light. "Woah, is this your car?"
"Mhm, I had it forever. It almost seems like I had it when it first came out, doesn't it?" Steven nodded, agreeing as he eagerly walked to the passenger seat. "Ah, ah. You drive."
"What? I can't drive, love." Steven said with furrowed brows.
"So? Why not live a little. Live dangerously." You dangled your keys in the air. Steven stood rigid in his spot. He didn't want to get in an accident with your beautiful car and he didn't want to put anyone in danger. "You're not going to harm anyone. Live dangerously, Steven Grant. Aren't you a little tired of living a mundane life? Aren't you tired of playing life safe?"
Steven stood there silent. How could you read him so well? How did you know all these things that Steven felt insecure about? Because if there was one thing he was scared about was that he would die without seeking that adventure he craves. He always wanted a life with adventure. "No one is out on the street and I trust you. I never trust anyone."
The last blow to convince Steven to take charge of his life, finally. "Yeah, yeah. Okay." He breathed out nervous as he walked to the other side of the car.
"Attaboy, this is going to be fun." You smiled widely, handing him the keys. "Let's see how terrible you are at driving."
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Steven swerved around in the car as his hands tightly held onto the steering wheel. The windows were rolled down and laughs boomed through the air as Steven was driving terribly. His nerves wrecked him but the sound of your laughter and the way his sweater looked on you, it made it worthwhile. "This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy." Steven muttered to himself as he drove around trying to look for a vegan spot to eat. Truth be told, he wasn't hungry anymore but he wanted this night to last long.
"Awe, come on, Steven!" You shouted over the blowing wind. No sense of fear lingered in your body, it was like you were fearless of everything and anything. The complete opposite of Steven. "Live a little! This is fun. Consider this your first driving lesson."
"Our first driving lesson is going to get us killed!" Steven shouted, trying not to close his eyes as he turned a street, hitting a curb. He flinched from the car tilting sideways for a moment as he swerved back on the street.
"Oh, we're going to be fine." You brushed off, then pointed at a drive-in. "Look, it's a vegan drive-in. A lot has changed since I was last on Earth."
Steven merely glanced at you confused but you didn't try to correct yourself as Steven swerved to the right, trying to get through the drive-thru. The car hit against a sign as he parked near the intercom. "Oops, I am so sorry." Steven began to profusely apologize but the expression on your face did not indicate that you were mad.
You shrugged. "I have more at home. Now, let's get something."
Steven gazed at you for a moment. You were a wonder; a strange, foreign concept to him that should have never met him but yet, here you were. As if an angel sent you, as if you were meant to bring him that sense of adventure because he doesn't remember the terrible date at all. Or the terrible day. All he saw was you.
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Steven ordered his food and parked the car horribly near a park where he ate his food as you talked. "This night has been the best night I had in a while." You admitted, leaning your head against the car seat. "I'm glad I chose you, Steven Grant."
"You know." Steven chewed on his food as a line creased between his brows. "You keep saying my last name but I never told you it. . .I don't think I even told you my first name." The red flags were catching up as Steven started to realize that he in fact never told his name to you, at all. How did you know him? He should feel fear but he didn't, if you were going to do something to him, you would have already.
You stayed quiet as you gazed at the timid man in front of you. "Do you believe in the devil, Steven?"
The strange question caught him off guard. He slowly chewed his food as he stared back at you. That amusement glint in your eyes seemed to disappear as a serious expression took over your face. "I'm Jewish. There's been text about him but the devil is interpreted in different religions and cultures."
"But do you believe in the devil?" You questioned yet again with raised eyebrows.
"I mean, there has to be something like that to exist if the Norse god, Thor, exists." Steven swallowed his food thickly. The serious glint in your eyes was strange, as if this question was personal. "So, yes and no? Like I said, I'm Jewish so. . ."
"What if I told you I'm the devil."
Steven stared at you. He was confused at first but then a laugh escaped his lips as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. Then I'm Cleopatra." He snorted, shaking his head.
"Steven, get away from her. Now."
"It's maddening, isn't it?" The shift in your voice was completely different from anything in the night as a dry chuckle leaves your lips. "The voice in your head. Telling you to get away from me. That person inside of you causing this distress in your life. You know, Marc Spector is tied to a god. An Egyptian god to be specific."
His heart drummed in his ears as the intense fear that he ignored all night was suddenly crashing on him. The red flags became more prominent and aware as his hands began to shake. "How do you know about the voice in my head? Who's Marc Spector?"
"I can hear every single thought. I can see every single god out there. I can see your mind, Steven. I chose you because you were heartbroken by your life and the person ruining it is the person inside of your heart; hiding away every truth that keeps you up at night." You lazily shrugged as a sinister smile spread across your lips. "I told you, I'm the devil."
Steven shook his head as he let out a nervous chuckle trying to ease the uncomfortable fear that rattled his bones. "It looks like someone's having a laugh. You can stop joking now." His voice wavered as he lowered his food down to his lap.
You rolled your eyes. "I'm being serious. I wasn't wrong to tell you that I'm glad I chose you. You live this mundane life. You wake up every day, not knowing if you sleepwalk the previous night. You keep yourself up by reading Egyptian folklore, the culture, the texts. There's an empty feeling in your chest when you experience the same day over again." You said, shaking your head as you gazed at him with a frown. "Such a beautiful soul that no one ever pays attention to. A soul that seeks adventure. A soul that deserves better. What if I told you that I can give you that better life?"
"What?" Steven muttered, his heart was ramming against his chest so hard. He was sure he was going to have a panic attack sooner or later. "You must be a stalker or something because how do you know all that about me? I don't like this, I'm leaving."
Before he could get out of the car, your hand curled around his upper arm as you pulled him back down with strength. Steven stared at you with fear as you rolled your eyes again. "I'm not going to harm you at all. I'm here to propose to give you the life you want."
"Why?" Steven shakily questions as you let go of his arm. "Why me? If you truly are the devil, why would you help anyone at all? Aren't you evil and aren't you supposed to be red with pointy ears with a pointy tail?"
You scowled, anger flashed in your eyes. "Don't believe what those white people wrote about me. I'm not a man nor a disgusting creature, I can turn to either but I prefer to stay the way I was born." You scoffed, clenching your jaw. "I chose you, Steven Grant, because I saw a man whose life needed to change. You may believe you're broken, Steven but you're not. You just need a push to see your life better, to wish for it better."
"So." You clasped your hands together as that same mischievous smile spread on your lips. "I propose eight wishes, anything you ever wanted. Ever desired. It could be yours."
"And what? Give you my soul?" Steven scoffed, shaking his head. "If I remember correctly, if you make a deal with the devil, the devil takes your soul. I, quite frankly, like my soul. I don't want to burn in a pit of fire for eternity if you really are the devil which I doubt, love."
You stayed silent, a burning intense gaze fired in your eyes as a smirk tugged on your lips. "Give me an hour. Let's go to my club and let me show you that I'm really the devil."
"Why should I trust you? This whole thing is bonkers and I'd rather not get murdered by a beautiful woman and have two white women make a podcast about my disappearance."
A smile strained on your lips as you tried to hold back a laugh. "You're funny. I really do like you, Steven. And I do wish to help you get the life you deserve. I don't murder innocent people. You should know by now that the devil only punishes evil-doers and I looked inside of your soul, you're not a monster. The three of you aren't monsters."
Steven wasn't sure what you meant by the three of you. He was sure there was only one of him. . .right? You were messing with his head too much. He was so convinced that an angel was sent to him but instead, he got the devil. But the tone in your voice was convincing as well, you weren't lying which was a cliche because shouldn't the devil lie?
But your argument was convincing. Steven never felt like his life was what it was meant to be and it didn't start to feel like an adventure until he met you. How could the devil waltz in his life and make it better than any day he ever experienced? He was sure he was going to get killed and his heart clouded his judgment, he was going to trust the devil with his life.
"If I go with you, promise not to kill me?" Steven questioned, narrowing his eyes at you. "Because I seriously don't want to end up on two white woman's podcasts. Or on that buzz feed YouTube site."
You crossed your heart with your index finger then held your pinky out. "With the amount of honesty you showed me tonight which has been more than any human has ever showed me, I will bestow the same honesty. I don't want to kill you, Steven. I just want to grant your every wish. Ha, get it?"
Steven rolled his eyes as he shook his head. "You know, for being the devil, you have terrible jokes." He outstretched his pinky and shakily curled it against yours as you snickered. Electricity passed through the touch, he just made a deal with the devil with a touch. He wasn't sure if he should be scared but he decided to trust you. "You better be completely honest with me."
"I sealed the deal by saying I was going, to be honest. Don't be so paranoid, darling. Now, I'll just tell you the directions and you drive."
Steven was reluctant. He was going to sign his life away to the devil if you were truly were the devil. This was a terrible idea, that voice that he often heard was protesting telling him to run away but he ignored it. This could be a life-changing for him and he could get what he wanted, and there were magical beings on Earth like the Avengers. How far-fetched is the devil?
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Steven wasn’t sure what he was expecting when you had told him to go to your club. He was expecting something less ordinary but if you were truly the devil then perhaps this explains the raving club he parked in front of. His eyes bulged wide, gazing at the neon sign Devil’s Club. Steven didn’t think the name was subtle at all but he didn’t believe you were the devil, he was going to have to see some evidence.
The dark building emitted red lights, pouring outside from the open double doors where numerous people stood outside waiting to get inside. A red carpet straight down to where the car was at, Steven wearily glanced at you. Those blaring alarms shouting in his head to run, begging him to get the safety but that twinkle in your eyes; could the devil be so genuine? He heard nothing but terrifying stories from different cultures that interpreted you differently.
Never once did they mention the genuine expression you could hold. Never did they mention he would be looking at an angel but, all fallen angels were beautiful. Perhaps, Steven met his match with a fallen angel. “Are you ready?” You questioned with a head tilt.
“I guess,” Steven muttered, looking at you one last time. The genuine expression was wiped away and now lingered a feeling of smugness that crinkled in the corner of your eyes. He opened the door and immediately, as soon he stuck his head out; a swarm of people crowded around him, shouting his name.
Steven was taken back as his shoulders went rigid from the intense crowd surrounding him. “Steven, you’re looking good today!” A random person shouted from the crowd.
“Uh, thanks!. . .random person that I don’t know.” Steven, though he know he shouldn’t seek comfort from the devil, looked for you in the crowd. Right beside him, your arm curled around his upper arm. Instantly, he relaxed after feeling uncomfortable with being crowded by unknown strangers. “Who are all these people trying to talk to me? They must have the wrong person because I barely have any friends besides Gus.”
“They are your friends.” You replied with a wide smile, glancing back to the crowd as you pulled him through the crowd who kept shouting his name, praising him, and admiring him. It was a strange new feeling to be seen by random strangers but something didn’t feel quite right by feeling seen by strangers, he wanted to be seen by someone who cared for him on a personal level. “You see, my powers can get you anything you want in the world.”
“At the cost of my soul.” Steven retorted as you nodded to the bouncer at the club door who allowed you and Steven in without hesitation.
“Precisely. But think about it, you’ve been alone all your life. Nobody actually seeing you but I see you, Steven.” You said, walking beside him as you smiled at strangers that seemed to praise you as well. Steven wasn’t sure if this was some type of cult mess he was getting himself into. “I see your mind, your heart, and your soul. Many people would call you broken and. . .I relate to that. Many people saw me as broken but if you were given a second chance, you could fix everything.”
The tone in your voice sounded as if this was personal. As if this meant something to you helping him, if the devil could relate to him; how bad could you be? Steven knew there were bad people in life but were you all that horrible that people spoke about? Write about? Tell stories that put fear in them at the sound of your name. The Devil.
“Sounds like you understand my problem then,” Steven muttered, if he were being honest. He wasn’t looking at the club you took him to, he was gazing at you the whole time as you took him down a lonely hallway. Of course, everything was a dark shade of red and black. The walls were red, the floor was a dark marble. He shouldn’t be infatuated with a woman who he didn’t know, who possibly kidnapped him and was possibly dangerous as well but as Steven thought earlier. You brought adventure into his life and he wasn’t going to deny it.
“Did you think I was a heartless monster that rules the underworld? And don’t ask if it’s hell, it’s the underworld.” You replied, releasing your fingers away from his arm and opening the double black doors to your office. Steven felt a strange empty feeling without your hand on his arm, he shook away the feeling as he followed you inside the office.
“Honestly, yeah. Like I said, I’m Jewish and I’m more into Egyptian mythology than demonology.” Steven sheepishly replied, looking over the room and he was surprised to see there was golden and black decor with small hints of red like your desk. The golden tiles reflected his weary glances, the black paneling shimmered off the chandelier that brightly shined in the middle of the roof.
Little red statues of different archangels and saints. But the biggest red statue was a devil statue and above the statues was a large screen t.v.. “Well, I’m not like that.” You muttered catching his attention.
Steven glanced back at you. His eyes widened as his mouth went slack. “When did you change clothes?” He questioned. You were wearing a red lace top and black skinny jeans with red converse.
“Darling, I can do many things. Changing my clothes is just one of them.” You slump down on your red leather chair, putting your legs up on the desk. You crossed your arms as you tilted your head. “Please, sit down.”
Steven stride across the room and sat down on the black single loveseat. From the corner of his eyes, a room with the door slightly ajar. There were metal cabinets that he assumed were files in those cabinets. He wondered. . .
“Yes, those cabinets contain contracts of those who signed their souls away. You’d be surprised by the amount of celebrities who signed their soul away to be famous.”
“I can imagine. I watch conspiracy videos. . .Is Beyoncé one of them?” Steven whispered with wide eyes, you simply smiled and nodded. “I knew that was true. . .okay before I truly believe this crazy shit, what do you think you can do for me? I mean, maybe I am a bit lonely and my job isn’t what I want it to be but I like my life.”
You simply gaze at him with curiosity as a smile spread across your lips. “I made a commitment that I wouldn’t lie to you, why did you lie to me, Mr. Grant?”
“Well, it’s because we don’t know each other.” Steven sarcastically replied.
“Oh? But we do know each other.” You snapped your fingers together and a thick file appeared between your hands. His eyes widened from the sudden appearance. He couldn’t believe his eyes, was all of this true then? You opened the file as glasses appeared at the tip of your nose, you flipped through the file making a tsk sound. “My, my, Mr. Grant. You are a very naughty boy. Or should I say, Mr. Spector or Lockley? Well, I shouldn’t bring that up, I may be a terrible person but I’m not a monster who, you’ll figure those people out yourself if they wish to show themselves.”
“What. . . What do you mean?” Steven questioned with furrowed brows but you merely ignored him as you continued to flip through the pages, absorbing the information. “What is that?”
“Your soul file. A file about everything that happened in your life. Everything about you. And it shows your scale balances.” You flickered your eyes up, but you didn’t look at him. You were looking above him, staring at something behind him. Steven glanced over his shoulder but there wasn’t anything there he could feel a cold draft of wind gush gently over him. “Hmm, how curious. You, be quiet. You’re in my domain, don’t forget your place, moon god.”
Steven was utterly confused. Honestly, the whole night as strange as he was growing frustrated with you with the weirdness going on. His cheeks turned red from anger and that sickening sweet smile played on your lips as you looked back at him. “Steven Grant. Thirty-eight years old. Born in Chicago, on March ninth, nineteen-eighty seven. Well, most of this information is. . .complicated. You moved to London recently and you work at a museum. Well, all this information I have is for the other.”
“Other?” Steven muttered, he shifted on his chair and tilted his head. “Other? Who’s the other?”
“Well, this file contains secret important information but, you can find that out yourself.” You closed the file book and it disappeared into thin air. You clasped your hands, taking your legs off the desk as you pulled yourself closed and rested your hands on top of the desk. “I know everything about you, Mr. Grant. You truly deserve a better life. . .I don’t know else to convince you I’m the devil. . .only one last trick up my sleeve to convince you. Look at the screen, it shows your deepest desires.”
The lights suddenly went dimmed and Steven turned his body around to look at the screen on the right side of the wall. The screen turned on and there he was, in a room? Why was he in a room? He was in a sharp outfit, his glasses perched on his nose as he stared at artifacts. A large room that had different types of artifacts, from every mythology out there. Lost artifacts from lost worlds. On the wall, there were awards for his foundings.
Steven’s eyes stared in amazement. His deepest desire was to be a famous archeologist. World-renowned one that everyone knew. In the middle with all the awards, there was a poster. Steven Grant, the man without fear. His eyes sparkled astonish that he did that. He could have that.
The screen went black as a woman’s voice came through. He blinked his eyes rapidly as he gazed back at you. “I. . .could have that life?” He questioned softly.
You nodded. “You could have anything you want, Steven. Anything you desire, anything your soul desires; I can grant it. Do you believe that I’m the devil now?” You questioned with a small smile.
Steven was proven that you were the devil. That everything you had said was true because how else would you get a footage like this? How would you know what he deeply wanted? Of course, he wanted many things but this was one of his desires. He could be anything he wanted. Do anything he wanted. Experience anything he wanted.
“Steven, don’t do this.” A voice called out from below him. Steven glanced down and saw himself staring at him harshly. “Don’t make a deal with the devil. It won’t end well, you don’t need that fantasy life. You have your fish, you have a job, and you are stable. Do not do anything stupid.”
“I’m not stable. I’m broken.” Steven said through gritted teeth as he shook his head and pointed at his reflection. “This is a chance to make my life happy. To make me feel as if I belong in this world. This is my chance to get the life I deserve.” He tear his eyes away from the golden reflection and gazed back at you. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him that this was a terrible decision. That this was something he shouldn’t be doing. That this was something that would change his life forever.
Steven Grant was going to sell his soul away to the devil to get the life he always wanted. He shakily sighed as he closed his eyes, his heart hammered in his chest. He could finally live happy. Then, Steven said something that every human would say if they got a chance to have their dream life.
Hey so I just graduated and was wondering if I could request Peter Parker X Reader where you and Peter are celebrating graduating and if you’re comfortable with it. things get spicy and Peter’s like “I’ve got a graduation present for you”😏
Word count: 15K+ because I can’t help myself and I’m excited to write another character besides the moon boys. I love the moon knight but it get’s tiring writing for them after a while.
Note: I’m sorry this is long but I’m just excited to write for peter, he’s one of my favorite characters. And this one shot has probably become one of my favorite by far besides pretty when you cry (marc spector x reader)
—GRADUATION FINALLY CAME. The threats had passed, the multiverse wasn't broken and Peter was able to keep his friends and family. He was safe but most importantly, Peter was safe with you. Throughout the months of being blamed for Mysterio's death, Peter sought Wanda Maximoff to help him with a spell to make everyone forget he was ever Spider-Man but wanted everyone in his life who already knew to keep the same knowledge.
And with that spell from the Scarlet Witch, it had worked more than he hoped for. Peter got to keep his life as Spider-Man as everyone forgot (besides the people he wanted to know) and the whole Mysterio situation passed. And now, he got to graduate with his friends Ned and MJ, and of course, graduate with the one he loves the most. You.
Peter never thought he would be able to see the day when he was going to graduate with you once the Mysterio situation happened but thanks to the Scarlet Witch, Peter graduated top of his class and got a scholarship to MIT. Everything felt right in the world, perhaps in another universe, he would have had asked Doctor Strange for help. Perhaps it would have gone the same way as the spell Wanda conjured for Peter or perhaps —the spell would have harmed him in more ways than ever.
Perhaps he would have lost everything in another universe. But in this universe, Peter got what he wanted and he was grateful for Wanda for allowing this life to happen. And with that found appreciation, Peter was being more loving than ever with you.
Peter pulled you closely as the graduation hats were tossed in the air. His hands were firmly on your waist as he lowered his head to kiss your plump lips. The echoing sounds of cheering and yells of the completion of five years of high school (because the blip made them repeat the year much to everyone's dismay) seemed to disappear.
Peter couldn't be more grateful to graduate with you and his best friends. He opened his eyes and stared at your twinkling [color] eyes as you gazed back at him in adoration. He felt like he was in a dream; that all of this was too good to be true. That this wasn't supposed to happen, but this moment has happened. He was grateful to be in a universe where he could be happy.
"Ew, okay. You two lovebirds, get a room." MJ called out with disgust as she stood in front of you with crossed arms as Ned had a wide smile on his lips. "We barely graduated and you two can't get your hands off each other already. I don't want to be a godmother at eighteen."
"Who made you the godmother?" You questioned, teasingly as you turned around with your hands on your hips, tilting your head at the sarcastic girl.
"Duh, me. I'm your best friend, who else would be the godmother of your children?" MJ playfully rolled her eyes as she smiled at you.
You hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe. . .Betty?"
MJ rolled her eyes as she gave you a blank expression. "Okay, yeah. Whatever." She scoffed turning around as her family came to greet her and congratulate her.
"Okay but I'm going to be the godfather, right?" Ned questioned as he walked into the aisle where you and Peter stood, waiting for May and your family to come find you both.
"Of course." Peter countered with a frown. "Who else would be the godfather of our children? Not that we're having any because that's too much responsibility and I can barely take care of myself."
"You're right but I bet if the spell that Ms. Scarlet Witch didn't work, Flash would have loved to be the godfather." Ned joked with a small smirk playing on his lips.
To that, Peter groaned as you chuckled at his groaning. To another effect that Peter was grateful for the spell was that Flash didn't know he was Spider-Man because that was torture. Peter wasn't sure as well if the book Flash wrote about their "friendship" was erased or not, he would have to ask Wanda about that whenever she would come around. Perhaps soon because he invited her to the graduation as he heard as well what happened in West View and to her children.
You glanced around as you looked over your shoulder. You waved your hand around as you shouted, "over here!"
Peter turned around to see indeed, Wanda did come but she had a disguise on. A regular baseball cap and a hoodie over her head. To him, it wasn't the best disguise but he was grateful that she did come. "Wanda!" He beamed happily as Wanda walked up to him with a small smile. "I'm glad you could make it. I didn't know if you were coming or not."
"Well, you have been non-stop texting me about your graduation." Wanda countered with a small chuckle.
Your eyes widened gazing at Wanda herself as a smile widely played on your lips. "Oh! You came." You outstretched your arms and wrapped them around her neck. Leaning down against the shell of her ear, you whispered, "thank you for making this possible."
Wanda rubbed the middle of your back as she nodded. "You're welcome." She pulled away and turned to Peter, pulling him in for a hug as she whispered in his ear, "thank you for constantly checking up on me."
"Of course, you got me the life I wanted," Peter whispered back as he pulled away. "And thank you for picking out my suit for me."
"How could I not? You were spamming with video calls and wouldn't let me go for two hours." Wanda joked as she shook her head. Her eyes averted around the crowd with a nervous expression. "I must go but thank you for inviting me. Congratulations to the both of you."
"Are you sure you can't stay?" Peter frowned as his fingers interlaced with yours. His heart ached from the witch because everything he got was because of her. And he wanted to make sure she was okay. To make sure she was going to be okay without her children. "We're going to have a dinner over at MJ's house. You're more than welcome to come, Wanda."
A sad smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she shook her head. "Thank you but as long I'm around, people will get hurt. I'd rather not have another West View situation. Thank you again for inviting me."
You frowned as Wanda turned around and left, disappearing within the crowd. "I wished she stayed longer. She seems. . .so sad. Do you think she was imagining her children graduating?" You softly asked, lifting your head to look at Peter.
He shrugged as he gazed down back at you. "Maybe, I'll keep spamming her to make sure she's okay because it doesn't seem like anyone else is doing that for her."
You nodded encouragingly, you parted your lips to speak but you were interrupted as May came through along with Happy and Morgan. A camera resided in her hands as she smiled widely at the two of you. "Finally! God, it took us a while to find you both." May said with a deep sigh as she wiggled the camera in the air. "Get close you two, I want pictures."
"Awe, come on, May," Peter whined. "It's hot out here, can't we take pictures at MJ's house?"
May shook her head. "Nope, we're taking pictures here then at MJ's house. Now come on, you two. Hug each other." She gestured with two fingers.
Peter chuckled as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you in. His cheek rested against the side of your head as a big smile spread across his lips. You gazed at the camera happily, throwing a peace sign. But unknowingly, behind you were Ned and MJ making funny faces at the camera.
Peter Parker was lucky and he wanted his luck to go on longer as he had more planned for you.
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You stride across MJ's room as MJ laid on her bed watching you. You were fixing your dress, tugging at the hem of the blue velvet dress. You glanced in the mirror seeing a smirk tug on her lips. "What?" You nervously called out as you fixed the broken necklace that Peter gave you on the trip to London, that almost ended in a disaster —thanks to Mysterio.
"You barely dress up and you look sexy," MJ commented shamelessly. She was wearing a mid-thigh white dress with lacing on the bottom of the dress as she wore white high-top converses. Her hair was nicely done as it was straightened. "Are you dressing up because we graduated or. . .are you going to get some with Peter?"
"W. . .What?" You called out nervously as you gazed back at yourself in the mirror. The dress was shorter than you expected, May picked it out with your mother. You were surprised that they picked out a dress this revealing. The curve of the dress went between the valley of your breast as it hugged in the right spots of your curves; promptly showing your breast off perfectly.
Peter didn't see the dress as you had the graduation gown on zipped up all day, afraid of what he might say because he has never seen you wear something like this. And Michelle knew this, that's why she rolled her eyes, scoffing. "We know you're both not virgins because you told me that magical night in Venice. But, has anything else happen after that?"
"Uh, not really. I mean, we've done it multiple times after but it's. . .kind of vanilla?" You admitted, closing your eyes at the confession as you scratched the back of your head. "Don't get me wrong, I love making love with Peter but. . ."
"You want something more than that, right?" MJ conjured out your thoughts perfectly making you nod. She sighed, slinging her legs off the bed and walking over to you. Her taller frame peered over you as she grabbed a hairbrush and brushed your hair. "Have you ever talked to him about wanting more than vanilla sex?"
"It's come up like two weeks ago but that's when we were dealing with the whole Mysterio situation." You rambled, anxiously fiddling with your broken necklace as you sighed heavily. "But I didn't get this dress. May and my mom did."
MJ rose her eyebrows as she put down the brush, turning you around. "You're telling me they got you this dress?" You nodded. "May and your mom want you get some."
You scoffed, hitting her shoulder as she let out a small laugh. "Whatever. It's not like he's going to do anything with me during this party. It's a family party." You empathize with raised eyebrows. "And we're all spending the night here. The four of us here, Peter isn't going to make a move while we're here."
"God, I'd hope not because you're not having sex in my room." MJ scrunched her nose as she made a fake gagging sounds.
"Shut up." You pushed her shoulder as the two of you laughed.
"Girls! Come on down! The party is about to start!" May shouted from downstairs.
You sighed, looking back in the mirror again. You felt an arm loop through yours as you soothed out your dress one last time. Glancing back at MJ, she gave you a smirk to help ease your nerves. "If Peter doesn't do something, I will intervene." MJ joked as she walked you towards the door.
"Oh, yeah?" You deadpanned as you walked through with her. "What are you going to do?"
"I'll steal you away from Peter, simple." MJ shrugged jokingly and you let out a laugh, descending down the stairs with her. A newfound confidence because you never wore something this revealing around Peter and you weren't sure how he was going to react.
Peter narrowed his eyes at his drink along with Ned. His nose scrunched up at the smell as he got a whiff of it. Your mom sneakingly gave them alcohol as a congratulation for graduating. He wasn't too keen on drinking nor did he care for drinking. "I don't like alcohol," Peter commented, swirling the drink around.
"Oh, come on. We never tried it before." Ned replied, bringing the drink closer to his mouth as he hesitated to take a drink. His lips parted as Peter stared with rose eyebrows, watching Ned take a sip. And immediately, Ned started coughing up as his eyes squinted from the taste. "Nope, never mind. Don't try it."
Peter smiled as he shook his head. "Where's MJ and [Name]? They're taking a while up there."
"They're right there. . ." Ned trailed off as his eyes widened.
"What?" Peter jerked his head in the direction where Ned was looking at. His hands almost lost their grip on his cup as his eyes widened. His eyes lingered on you as you stopped with MJ at the doorframe, talking with her. He noticed your cheeks blushing, the curve of your body as the blue velvet dress hugging your body. The curving of the dress between your breast, cupping them perfectly.
Peter saw the broken necklace hanging between the valley of your breast. The dress went above mid-thigh and the plump of your thighs was shown off beautifully. His Adam's apple bobbed as he quickly brought the cup of alcohol to his lips and drank most of it in one gulp. He narrowed his eyes as he started coughing from the burning sensation as it hit his throat.
You turned your head towards his direction with nervousness but worried. "Are you okay?" You said, letting go of MJ's arm as you made your way to Peter.
Peter gave you a thumb's up as he kept nodding, coughing out his lungs as his pale cheeks turned red. "That's. . ." He coughed again, hitting his chest. "A pretty dress. You-You, look nice, yeah. Yeah. . ."
MJ rolled her eyes from beside you as she crossed her arms. "Nice? She looks sexy."
Peter frown. "Hey, I'm only allowed to call her that."
MJ gave him a blank expression. "Then why didn't you call her that, then?"
Peter stays silent as he parted his lips to say something but the noise came out as his eyes lingered to yours. His eyes trailed down to stare at your breast, momentarily. "You. . .you look. . .sexy." He grimaced at his words, shaking his head.
"Yeah, nice one." Ned snorted, bringing the red cup to his lips, needing a drink for the second-hand embarrassment.
Disappoint filled your eyes for a moment. A brief moment but it was enough for Peter to catch that disappointment. You wanted him to admit that you looked sexy in your dress but you knew he was shy. There was nothing you could do about how shy Peter Parker was.
"Thank you, Peter." You leaned close to his face and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to greet people, I'll be back."
Giving him one last glance, then a glance at MJ, you walked away without saying a word. MJ had her arms crossed, shaking her head as she sighed heavily. "Really, dude?"
"What?" Peter questioned, his pale cheeks still burning as his eyes lingered on your plump ass, watching you disappear into the kitchen. "What did I do?"
"Duh-Duh, y-you l-look s-sexy." MJ mocked with deadpanned eyes. "Seriously? You couldn't do it without stuttering? You're Spider-Man yet you don't have a single ounce of confidence in your weird bones."
"Hey, yes I do." Peter glared at her, huffing as he brought his cup near his mouth again. "Of course I do, it's just weird to say she looks. . .sexy in front of you guys."
"But she did look hot, dude," Ned commented with a shrug.
"Dude," Peter warned, glaring at him. "Don't say that about my girlfriend."
"Sorry, she looks hot platonically," Ned replied sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink. He scrunched his nose up and handed the drink to Peter. "You're going to need this because it's going to be a very long day. And you won't find the time to get in her dress."
Peter grumbled as MJ agreed with Ned and he took the drink out of Ned's hand. And he indeed, started drinking the alcohol. He scrunched his nose at the taste but he took in the taste because he couldn't be at the party sober without the lingering thought of fucking you against the table.
Peter wasn't sure how many drinks he chugged down. He lost count after the fifth cup, he knew his tolerance from his spider abilities would subdue the alcohol but for that very reason; he drank a lot. His eyes would wander to yours as MJ's parents tried to talk to him about MIT. His leg shook from nerves as he rested a pillow on top of his lap.
The strain underneath his black slacks grew uncomfortable. Peter couldn't help but to gaze at your plump ass. The blue velvet fabric hugged perfectly around your ass and for that, he decided that blue velvet was his favorite color. But he couldn't stop the memory of disappointment flickering in your eyes when he awkwardly called you sexy.
Peter knew he wasn't the best at compliments like that. Especially calling you sexy or hot; that was never his thing but hearing Ned call you that "platonically" made something stir in him. He remembered something two weeks ago where you asked him about what he thought about spicing it up in the bedroom but he was so caught up in the Mysterio business and the pressure of stress that he shrugged it off.
Peter, of course, thought about spicing up sexual acts in the bedroom. Of course, he thought about fucking you on a roof, letting the city of New York hear his girlfriend screaming out his name. For everyone to know that you belong to Spider-Man.
To see his webs, crafted around your wrist. Pinning you against the headboard as his cock was inside of you deeply. To see tears fall from your pretty eyes as you sobbed his name, cock drunken for more. To see his costume on you as he fucks you from behind.
There were too many fantasies that Peter wanted with you. But the most prominent one had to be to see you in lingerie with thigh-high stockings with a cute little red bow at the top. How often he would fantasize about that very image in his mind. Peter wanted that, desperately he did.
"So, Peter." MJ's dad called out with a head tilt, catching Peter's attention again as Peter had trouble looking away from you. "What are you going to study?"
"Awe, there are too many subjects I would love to major in." Peter began with a huge smile as he hugged the pillow closer to his lap, ignoring how his cock kept tightening. He really needed to stop glancing over at you. "Like-Like, uh. . .physics, chemistry, engineering but mainly, I think it would fall on biophysics. Maybe I'll be a double major if I get a high enough scholarship."
"I heard the Stark Scholarship can fund whatever major you want but they only pick ten people to fund."
Peter tried to ignore the ache in his heart hearing about Tony. It had been months since his death but sometimes; his nightmares would constantly show Tony. The major guilt he felt tremendously weighed on him but he was thankful for Tony as well because Tony allowed him to live this life. To be with you. And to go to college.
"I know. We're all trying to get into the scholarship program with our invention." Peter warmly smiled as he talked about it. But once again the conversation fell on death's ears. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you dropped something that your mother was trying to hand you. You bent down and your ass got rounder, on full display to Peter's view.
Peter thickly swallowed and felt his cock twitch underneath his pants. He couldn't handle not being able to do anything at all anymore. He brought the rim of the red cup to his lips and drank the contents quickly. The tenth drink of alcohol tonight and he was definitely starting to feel something.
His mind began to become hazy as his fingers drummed against the cup; almost completely ignoring MJ's dad as he talked about the great opportunities of the Stark Scholarship. A weird, drunken feeling washed over Peter as he watched you excuse yourself from your mother and May.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones but I'm going to get another drink real quick." Peter apologized, quickly standing up and turning away from Michelle's dad before he saw his boner. Peter grew restless as his mind could only think of one thing, you, as he made his way to the kitchen hoping no one else was in there.
You shuffled through the kitchen making sure the food was ready and that the dishes of food that your mother made were good enough to serve. Being alone in the kitchen, you took a quick breather as you leaned against the island that was in the middle of the grey kitchen.
Bending over the island, your arms rested against the counter as you leaned your forehead against your forearms. Taking a quick breather, you didn't hear the door open as you relax for a moment. You were getting tired of family members from your friend's side asking you about the amazing invention you were going to turn in to get into the Stark Scholarship.
Trying to relax, you heard shuffling behind you. And, hands firmly on your ass. You gasped, quickly standing up to turn around to see who it was but the anxiety within you grew calm as you saw Peter cheekily gazing at you. "Peter." You let out a laugh, hitting his arm. "You scared me."
"Why? Were you expecting someone else to touch that great ass of yours?" Peter questioned, his tone slightly slurred. A faint blush spread across your cheeks as you gazed at him curiously. Before you could say anything, his thumb brushed against the bottom of your lips.
A chill went through your body as Peter's eyes bore onto you, half-lidded. With his other hand, it rested firmly against your outer thigh as he closed the gap between the two of you. His slightly taller presence made you shiver as his curls fell over his forehead messily. He forced your head to tilt up as he continued to graze the padding of his thumb against the fresh painted dark red plump of your lips.
Slick coated your panties as the hand on your thigh begin to rub languidly, slowly snaking its way to your inner thigh. "God, I can't get enough of you," Peter whispered, his eyes burning with drunken desire as his tongue swiped the bottom of his lips. "I just want to fuck you right here where everyone at this graduation party can hear you scream my name —Spider-Man's name."
Getting a good whiff of his breath for a moment, you smelt alcohol on his breath. Which surprised you because Peter wrote an essay about teens drinking alcohol was a huge problem in society but, here he was possibly drunk. You weren't sure how much he drank but you did notice he went through his red cups within forty minutes after you greeted him. "Are. . .Are you drunk?"
"I didn't drink enough to get drunk," Peter replied as his thumb massaged near your pussy, just on the inner thigh. But the soft touch of the padding of his thumb, grazing your aching cunt teasingly was enough to almost send you over the edge and agree for him to take you right there in the kitchen. But you didn't want Ned's Lola to walk in and be scarred for life.
"Are you sure? Because you're being overly confident and saying sexual stuff which; you've never done before." You whispered, trying to contain a whimper as his thumb pressed against your clothed clit. The newfound sensation of the thought of your boyfriend fucking you where anyone could walk in was beginning to excite you as your cunt dripped with slick.
"What? I can't compliment what's mine?" Peter murmured as he added pressure against your clit. You shut your mouth tightly as you contained a moan. "Don't be shy, baby. I want to hear your moans." He encourages softly.
This Peter was something new, exciting. It completely caught you off guard as Peter gently massaged your clothed clit. You always wanted to spice things up with him sexually but this was abrupt and new, what caused this behavior? The answer was simple. The fucking dress you were wearing.
"God, that dress you're wearing." Peter leaned in closer as he held your face firmly in his other hand, bringing your face closer. "I could fuck you in that dress every day. I could get drunk just by the taste of your pussy, by the feel of it as well. I can feel you drenching underneath my fingers. You wanted this, didn't you?"
You let out a small moan, nodding. But you heard a noise outside of the door causing you to jolt. "Peter, we have to stop." You said but his thumb did not indicate that he was stopping as he only replied with a faster motion causing your hips to buck against his touch. "Someone might walk in, Peter."
"I have the sixth sense. It will tell me if someone is coming." Peter replied nonchalantly as his brown eyes bore into yours. "You asked for this? Why are you so worried if someone saw? They will know that you're mine once they see how much of a whore you are for me."
"P. . .Peter." You cried out, shaking your head. This was a side of Peter that you wanted to see. The sexual side where he wasn't afraid to call you a whore or a slut. To make you feel good by whispering sexual praises to you or degrading you. All of this was too much, especially since he wore a black suit with a red tie, hanging around his neck. The black blazer that went over the white long-sleeve collar and his black slacks.
You could imagine ruining his black slacks with your cum as you ride his thigh. There were too many fantasies you had about Peter that you were shy to say aloud. There wasn't enough time to tell him your fantasies as finals were around, the Mysterio situation, the spell situation, and his Spider-Man duties.
But at this moment, it felt like there was enough time to finally enjoy what you've been asking for. But at the cost of someone walking in was too high of a price. "C-Can't we do this later?" You whined, unintentionally spreading your legs a bit farther as his thumb continued to massage your clit. While you grabbed the edge of the counter and grabbed his tie, to hold yourself steady because you believed if you didn't hold onto anything, you would fall.
"It seems like you're enjoying this too much to care to do it later." Peter smugly replied as his other thumb slid in your mouth trying to muffle your moans. "Ssh, as much I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name. And to hear how much a whore you're being in here, you are right. We can't let anyone know of our little secret going on in here, okay?"
You nodded, sucking on his thumb as you moaned against it. "Good girl," Peter muttered with a smirk. His thumb brushed against your clit in the right places as his eyes bore onto you. The way you tried your best to keep your lips seal around his thumb as he felt the moans vibrate against his thumb. The way your chest heaved trying to inhale through your nose. The way your thighs shook around his hand as he quicken his pace of massaging your clit.
Peter was in heaven. The hazy feeling from the alcohol clouded his vision, he would have never done this sober but he was glad the alcohol gave him the courage to finally do something like this. "I can't wait to fuck you and feel your pussy around my dick." Peter commented with a dazed smile.
You stared at him with half-lidded eyes, swiping your tongue around the padding of his thumb. He simply groaned at the taste of your saliva imagining his cock being sucked off by that precious tongue of yours that he loved. A pressure built up in your stomach as your thighs shook violently, you were almost to your euphoric release; at the edge of the premise to that sweet relief but Peter quickly pulled his thumb away and stepped away from you.
You furrowed your brows in frustration as you glared at him. "Peter, what the fuck-"
Peter pressed his finger to his lip as he grabbed a cup and began pouring himself some soda. You gazed at him confused but you heard the door creak open. You tried to contain the flush that paled on your cheeks as you turned around to see who it was.
May peeked her head in as she glanced at the two of you. "What are you two doing in here? The dinner is about to start."
"I was checking on the food and Peter decided to help me get the stuff out of the oven." You quickly replied trying to hide the crack in your voice and from the corner of your eye, you saw Peter smirk into his cup as he stared innocently at May. "Is it time to bring the food out?"
You could hear Peter softly snicker into his cup. With your right foot, you stopped on his foot. He yelped at the pain and shot you a glare. May furrowed her brows in confusion at his sudden cry of pain but she ignored it, giving you a soft smile. "Yeah, bring the food out. And Peter?" Peter hummed. "Fix your tie, it's ruffled."
May left with one quick pointing glance at Peter's tie as she pulled her head back, leaving the door closed. You let out a sigh in relief as you hit his shoulder harshly. He rubbed his arm, frowning. "Ow, what was that for?"
"For having quick reflexes, you sure don't know how to catch yourself from not getting punched."
"My quick reflexes didn't get us caught." Peter countered with an arched eyebrow as he set aside his red cup near the sink. "Did you want May to walk in with my dick down your throat?"
"It wasn't down my throat in the first place." You retorted, trying to fix yourself to look presentable and decent. Making sure you looked okay, you grabbed the food to take it out to the dining table.
"Perhaps not, but you wanted my dick in your mouth, didn't you?" Peter commented with a head tilt. You froze, trying to look over at him because what he had said was ultimately true. You wanted his cock in your mouth but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
"Just help me with the food." You muttered, walking towards the door as you heard Peter's chuckles echo through the kitchen. And you left with an ache between your legs as your panties were completely soaked with slick, thanks to Peter.
Your fingers drummed against the dining table as you shuffled around in your seat. Of course, the Jones placed a seating chart and the person you had to sit next to was Peter who was too eager about it. You saw him sipping on another drink, you just hoped it wasn't more alcohol. He drank through too many cups and now, he was acting completely unhinged.
You were at least thankful that MJ sat next to but she was drawing out the party. She said she wanted to remember the night of graduation, capturing everyone in their true state when they're joyous. You sincerely hoped Peter didn't try anything when MJ would try to draw you.
Continuing through the dinner normally, you were talking to MJ about the invention for the Stark Scholarship contest that was due in the middle of July when all of a sudden, you felt a hand firmly on your thigh.
You cleared your throat, glancing to the right side to look at Peter with a warning glare but he was faced towards Neds, talking excitingly about the new Lego set. Apparently, Ned's Lola bought him a new Star Wars set on the Rise of Skywalker.
You knew that Peter could feel you staring at him. He just gave your inner thigh a rub as if he were saying act normal. You grumbled under your breath as you looked back at MJ who was sketching away. "Have you begun your invention?" You questioned thickly trying to not think about Peter's hand on you.
"I sketched it out like a month ago then I began building it like two weeks ago." MJ shrugged as she glanced at you. "Did you start?"
"I did. I did the mechanics on my invention but I think the wiring might be off-" You stopped talking feeling Peter's hand roam up your thigh, dangerously closing your soaked clothed pussy. You sucked in a breath as you gripped your fingers around your for. "Uh," you cleared your throat. "I think I need help with the wiring. The invention won't turn on because of that."
"Can't you ask Scott Lang? Didn't he have a degree in Electrical Engineering?" MJ questioned thoughtfully with a head tilt.
"How do you know that?" You asked with furrowed brows. Peter's thumb simply grazed your clit causing your thighs to tense from the simple gesture. He truly knew how to make your body burn with desire, wanting more with just his simple touches.
"His podcast? Big Me Little Me. He talks about it with his friend, Luis." MJ commented with a half-shrug. "I'm sure Peter can introduce you to him."
You nodded trying not to say anything as Peter's thumb began to massage your clothed clit again. You clenched your thighs together but he patted your clothed cunt, telling you to open your legs with just a simple hand gesture. Sighing through your nose, you opened your legs and allowed Peter to push aside the clothed fabric.
You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the cool air hit against your coated cunt. His thumb pressed against your puffy clit and immediately rubbed against it, side-to-side in a languid manner. You closed your eyes in contentment, feeling his thumb back against your clit. Everything seemed to echo out as you dove into the pleasure of feeling his thumb.
A small whimper escaped your mouth. You quickly closed it but of course, someone heard it escape you. "Are you okay?" May questioned from across the table.
You opened your eyes and nodded. "Y-yeah. I'm just h-happy to be here. Too much. . .excitement." You wanted to grimace but instead, you gave May a small smile. A soft chuckle left Peter's mouth as he continued his circular motion of massaging. "I'm just. . .excited for MIT."
"Oh, yeah? What are you excited about?"
You couldn't talk while your pussy was getting fingered. You even gave Peter a pleading glance but never once, he turn your way as he talked away with Ned about any new Star Wars content coming out. A frustrated huff left your lips.
Peter wasn't going to slow down in his moments and you were going to have to talk to May while he fingered you underneath the table. There wasn't another choice out of this and you weren't sure if you cared about there being another choice. His thumb massaged you in the right places where you felt that pressure built up again.
You tried your best to not stutter throughout the conversation about MIT but it was hard not to as you tried not to get drunk in the pleasure of his thumb. To not be excited that you were getting fingered in front of everyone and they didn't know. To not be excited that Peter was being more confident as his thumb circled around your clit at a fast pace. You wanted his dick badly inside of you.
You wanted to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock as he went deep inside of you. As he pulled your hair back to whisper against the shell of your ear about how much he was enjoying your pussy. All you wanted was to feel him inside of you.
Your skin flushed as it warmed from the built-up pleasure from your fantasies and from the work of his thumb. You couldn't handle the thought of cumming in front of everyone, though. That felt private between you and Peter only, and you weren't going to cum in front of family members and your best friends.
Quickly standing up, you saw Peter's hand fall down on the side as he glanced up towards you. "I'll be back." You said no one in particular as you walked away, practically running to the restroom.
You rushed inside of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced towards the mirror. You walked to the sink and stared at the mirror. The flush was evident on your cheeks. You thought you looked messy but no, you looked perfect. Perhaps that's why no one suspected anything but still, the lingering thoughts of Peter's fingers on you.
His sexual words murmur in your ears. The overconfidence he was bearing on his shoulder was too much for you to handle. And you had a feeling that this was just the start of it. Running your fingers through your hair softly, you let out a sigh. Alone with your thoughts momentarily, the bathroom door opened.
You jumped slightly back from the sudden intrusion but you calmed down seeing Peter enter the bathroom. "Peter? What the hell." You whispered loudly watching him close the door and lock it behind him. "What do you think you're doing? We could have got caught again."
"No one noticed." Peter merely shrugged as he stepped closer to you. His hands cupped your face as his eyes trailed along your flushed face. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy the thrill of getting fingered in front of everyone."
You stayed silent but the look in your eyes was all the confirmation that Peter needed to understand that you did like it. That you enjoyed it with every fiber of your being. You sighed, leaning against his hands. "I did." You muttered.
Peter smiled widely. "Then let's continue where we started since we're alone." His hands roamed down to your waist, tightly squeezing as he hoists you up against the sink effortlessly. His hands glided against the fabric of the dress, down to your outer thighs. A shiver chilled your bones as Peter lowered his head down to yours, heatedly kissing your lips.
Peter's nose bumped against yours as he gripped the flesh of your thighs, roughly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer while you scooted to the edge of the sink. Rutting your hips against his, he let out a groan. "I don't know why I didn't try this sooner." Peter murmur against your puffy lips.
You opened your eyes to gaze at Peter. The alcohol gave him a newfound confidence but it seemed like he's been wanting this for a long time. You ran your fingers through his hair as your eyes filled with half-lidded lust and adoration. Faint voices and music from the dinner party seemed to fade. All you could see was Peter and you were lucky to have him standing in front of you.
You were eternally grateful for Wanda being able to do the spell. And for Peter to be able to have this life with you. Perhaps in another universe, you forgot him or he lost you due to the Mysterio situation but in this universe, here he was in front of you. And here you were in front of him. You had all the time in the world with him now, nothing could come between that anymore.
"I love you."
Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he shyly smiled. "I love you too."
There was a moment of silence but then, his lips met back to yours greedily as his hips rutted against yours. His cock strained against his black slacks but you could feel the twitch underneath you as you spread your legs more. His lips left yours as he began kissing against your jawline, down against the underside of your neck.
A soft moan escaped your lips as Peter's tongue glided over a sensitive spot. You tilted your head, allowing him to gain better access. His teeth scraped the sensitive spot as he started to suck. "Wait, Peter. People will see." You panic trying to move your body away from his lips but he held you firmly in place. Sometimes, you hated his super strength. "Please." You whined feeling his lips languidly suck against the supple of your skin.
"Don't worry, I got it under control," Peter muttered against your skin as he sucked along your neck lightly. Moans escaped your parted lips as you shut your eyes in contentment. You couldn't focus on anything else besides his warm lips against your skin, his hands massaging your thighs as they slowly made their way to your inner thighs.
Slick coated your ruined panties as he pulled away. His eyes dilated, gazing at his work. There were little pink hues of markings along your delicate skin, nothing too much where people would freak out over. You could cover it up with makeup. "Peter." The velvet silk coated through your voice as you opened your eyes half-lidded.
A stare that you always gave Peter and a stare that he loved each time he made love to you. But this stare was prominent hunger of desire for you to be ruined. God, how you wanted to be ruined by Peter Parker. "What is it, baby?" Peter questioned, bringing one of his hands and cupping your chin with his thumb and index finger. "What is it that you need? And don't be shy to tell me."
"Please, I need you." You whimpered, shamelessly rutting your clothed cunt against his clothed cock. He could feel the wetness of your cunt slightly coat his black slacks.
Peter felt an insatiable hunger feeling your slick ruin his black slacks. "How do you need me? Just tell me and I will give you what you need." His thumb grazed your bottom lip as he waited for your instructions.
"I need your mouth on me. All over me. I want to cum on your mouth." You begged, tugging at the ends of his brown curls causing him to groan. "Please, Peter."
"I'll give you what you need, baby. Consider this an early graduation present because I have more for you later." Peter replied, kneeling down against the cool tile. His hands found their way back against your inner thighs as he spread open your legs. His senses were high, keeping him alerted just in case someone would try to come into the bathroom. He hoped his senses would work because his mind was going somewhere else gazing at your ruined panties.
"Is this all for me?" Peter commented, gazing up at you with a small smirk. You nodded, feeling shy as if you were a virgin all over again and he was seeing your wetness for the first time again. "Don't be shy on me, baby. I've seen that pretty pussy of yours a thousand times and I'm addicted to it."
"I could say the same thing about your dick." You commented, feeling his warm breath fan against your clothed cunt. The vibrations of chuckles were near your clothed cunt causing you to whimper.
"Well, after tonight, we will see if you mean your words." Peter flattened his tongue against your clothed cunt causing you to moan but not be fully satisfied from not being able to feel his tongue.
"Peter, please." You whimpered, wiggling your hips against his tongue. "I need you."
"Okay, okay. Such a needy girl." Peter muttered, hooking his finger against the side of your panties and pulling them to the side. Your puffy clit was fully displayed to him as slick glistened your cunt. He shamelessly licked his lips gazing at your pussy. The alcohol side effects were still there but he was drunk in love with how wet you were. "I can't believe this is all mine."
Peter's tongue flatten against the wetness and glided his tongue around the entrance of your pussy. The taste was captured by his tongue and you let out a moan, throwing your head back as your walls fluttered against his tongue. He moaned against your pussy causing you to shiver from the vibrations. He lifted your thighs and hooked your legs on top of his shoulders, gaining better access to your aching pussy.
His fingers roamed to the entrance of your pussy as his tongue glided up to your clit and lapped his tongue around in a circular motion. He could feel your cunt trying to take his fingers in. He rose his eyebrows at this, glancing up at you but you were drunk in your own pleasure. He smiled at your state, watching your chest heave above him and he slide two fingers in your aching cunt.
Drool dribbled down the corner of his lips as he suddenly spat against your cunt. Your hips jolted against the sudden action. Series of moans escaped your parted lips while your fingers ran through his brown curls messily, tugging at the ends of them. His eyes were staring at you half-lidded in a daze.
His fingers rapidly went in and out of you as he curled his fingers. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air causing your cheeks to burn. Peter loved when you were shy because of how you would constantly hide your face but this time, you showed your shyness to him. It was a vulnerable moment for you that was only reserved for Peter.
Meek whimpers filled the air as his tongue continued to lash side to side. Your hips grind against his mouth as his fingers pumped your quivering cunt, curling his fingers with the roll of his wrist. Peter was too enthralled by your moans that he ignored his sixth sense warning him about upcoming danger and that danger was potentially someone finding out what's going on in the bathroom.
Faint voices were prominently louder outside the bathroom door as the voices of Ned and MJ were outside. Your body tense as you glanced back at Peter, the look in his eyes indicated that he wasn't going to stop as he stared at you half-lidded. A knock erupted through the air causing your eyes to widen.
"[Name], are you okay in there? It's been over ten minutes." Ned called out.
"My parents wanted to know what your invention is and keeps bugging me to find you," MJ commented sarcastically.
"Answer them," Peter said, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers. You were indicating that you wanted to keep going as well. But you knew that Peter wouldn't let you go anywhere and would continue to eat you out.
"I'm. . .fine. My stomach. . .hurts." You grimaced at your reply, trying not to solely focus on Peter's tongue lapping around your clit as the burning sensation of pressure built up in your stomach.
"Do you need anything? My Lola makes a great tea that helps with stomach pains." Ned replied sweetly. You would have gone out there and hugged your precious friend but his best friend was here, eating you out as if you were going to slip through his fingers. And you were in desperate need of cumming.
"N-no. I'm fine."
"Hey, do you know where Peter is at? We haven't seen him either." Ned said, confusion laced in his voice. "He better not be out patrolling on our graduation night. He promised that he would take the night off."
Well, Peter was here with his eyes closed, focusing on making you cum. Either not if they were outside that door or not, he was going to make you cum. The feel of your thighs shaking as your walls fluttered rapidly around his fingers, while he was helping you milk to your release, you definitely knew where Peter was at. In his own pussy heaven.
"N-No. I haven't seen him!" You squeaked out.
"Are you sure?" MJ commented suspiciously.
"Uh-huh!" You could feel Peter's chuckles vibrate against your pussy. Your teeth captured your bottom lip as you tried to contain your moans as the coil in the pit of your stomach was soon about to snap. You prayed that MJ and Ned would leave quickly but instead you heard distant muffling.
"Well, come out soon," MJ said.
Before you could reply, your walls clamped around Peter's fingers as you threw your hands against your mouth to muffle the scream that escaped your lips. Your legs shuttered around his shoulders as you felt the sweet sense of release wash over you.
Panting against your hand, you forgot to reply to MJ as you heard rattling on the bathroom door. Now, Peter grew concerned as he glanced at the door and at you. "Just open up, I've seen you naked before," MJ said, fiddling with the door knob.
"Hide." You whispered, jerking your head towards the bathroom.
"They've known we've done stuff before," Peter whispered back loudly as he stood up with wide eyes. "What does it matter if they find us together?"
"Because Ned will be loud about it and everyone will come to see what the commotion is and everyone will know." You whispered back, jumping off the counter and pushing him towards the shower. "Now, get in there or you won't get anything else tonight."
"You're mean." Peter's lips curled into a pout.
"[Name], open up!" MJ pounded against the door. You pushed Peter quickly yet quietly into the bathtub, shutting the curtains behind him. You flushed the toilet, pretending as if you just used and, using the sink to wash your hands. Finally, you opened the door as MJ has her arms crossed with narrowed eyes and Ned had rose eyebrows. "What took you long?"
"Can't I take a shit in peace without you banging on the door?" You commented, holding the door close to your body just in case Peter tried to peek his head out of the curtains.
"You barely ate anything today. I know because you've been sleeping over at my house for the past week. Sooo, what were you really doing in here?" MJ narrowed her eyes suspiciously as she glanced behind you.
Trying to think of a lie, you fake sniffled. "I. . .I didn't finish my invention for the Stark Scholarship so I didn't want to be asked about it again. The pressure of everyone wondering what great design I had when I haven't started." That was a complete lie because you were almost finished.
"Wait, I thought you said you needed help with the wiring?" MJ questioned, confused.
You tried to hold back your grimace. "Well, I drew out the design and I knew that I'm not good with electrical engineering." You replied smoothly.
MJ stayed silent, studying you. You knew she always caught you in a lie, you just hope this lie was just convincing enough for her to not barge in the bathroom. "Right, okay. . ." She trailed off, glancing at Ned who just shrugged.
"Well, let's just go sit in the living room," Ned suggested, pulling on your arm and walking you to the living room. Glancing back at the door, you knew Peter would eventually come out and you just hope no one would be suspicious.
Sitting with Ned and MJ for a few minutes, Peter came finally as he sat next to Ned. The other two were asking him questions about where he was at but he said he was outside on a phone call with Pepper who was congratulating him. You tried to act like everything was cool and nothing had happened ten minutes ago but the faint look in Peter's eyes as he glanced over to you was enough to send you over the edge as flashbacks flooded your mind.
His hot mouth against your pussy, his fingers curling inside of you hitting the right places. His half-lidded gaze staring at you as if you were the only person in the universe, yes, it was hard to concentrate on the conversation at hand when those flashbacks lingered in your mind.
"Oh, Peter." Ned suddenly called out causing Peter's eyes to tear away from yours as he lazily looked at Ned. "Did you give [Name] her gift yet?"
"Gift?" You questioned confused. You got MJ, Ned, and Peter a gift but there was no indication that Peter was going to give you a gift. He never hinted at anything like that. The cheeky Spiderboy just merely shrugged as a soft smile spread on his lips.
"Well, yeah. I knew you were getting us all a gift so. . .I got you something." Peter replied, nonchalantly.
"Do you know what he got me?" You questioned, directing your question to Ned who shrugged. "You weren't there when he got me the gift?"
"No, we did go to the mall together but we parted way because I got you all gifts as well," Ned said, scratching his cheek. "Was I supposed to see?"
"No, you weren't," Peter replied. His tone almost held shyness but he quickly covered it up with a cough.
"Why don't you go show her this mysterious gift before the family movie starts? A fair warning though, my dad is picking tonight and it might be a boring cop movie." MJ commented as she lazily laid on against the sofa with a shrug. "It's better to show her now than later because we might be up all night watching boring cop movies."
"Uh. . ." Peter hesitated for a moment, took in a deep breath then nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You're right." He stood up, outstretching his hand in your direction. "Ready, malady?"
You rolled your eyes as you grasp his hand. Peter walked you up the stairs and stopped at a door. The room behind the door was MJ's older sister's room but since she moved out months ago, the Jones took that liberty and made it to your own room since you're always spending the night with them.
Due to your mom's work, she wanted you to stay with them when she was gone. With that, Peter opened the door. You walked in with him, seeing a present resting near the edge of your bed. You rose an eyebrow at this. "Okay, this gift is something I've been wanting to get you forever. It's. . .different so can you close your eyes when you open the present?" Peter asked, reverting back to his normal shy self again. "It's a surprise gift, sweetheart."
The alcohol must have left his system but you did notice he had another red cup in his hand when you were sitting in the living with MJ and Ned. You weren't sure if it had alcohol in it this time. "How can I open my gift with my eyes closed?" You questioned with a deadpanned tone.
"Mr. Murdock could do things without sight because he's blind." Peter countered with a pointed look. His eyes filled with desperation. "Please, just close your eyes."
You sighed, nodding. "Fine." Closing your eyes, you stepped closer to the bed, waving your hands around to feel the present. The top of the present hit against your fingers, getting a better grip on the present; you curled your fingers around the top and opened the lid.
Setting aside the lid, your hands roamed inside the present. The padding of your fingers touched against a fabric. You furrowed your brows as you grasp the fabric and held it up. "Open your eyes." Peter softly commanded.
You fluttered your eyes open. You gasped seeing the fabric in front of you. A white one-piece lingerie outfit, and intricate lacing were embedded on the one piece. "There's more in the box," Peter muttered, gesturing his hand to the box.
You glanced inside of the box and grabbed two other fabric pieces, raising them in the air as well. Thigh-high stockings with a cute red bow on the top. "This. . .Peter." You said breathlessly with a faint tint on your cheeks. Turning around towards him, you noticed the straining in his pants yet again. Once again, insatiable hunger lingered in his dark brown eyes as he gazed at the lingerie in your hands.
"Do you like it?" Peter questioned.
"Yes. . .how did you know I wanted. . .something like this?" You thickly said, biting the bottom of your lip.
"The conversation two weeks ago," Peter replied with a shrug. "You told me that you wanted to spice up things in the bedroom and I couldn't agree more. I thought about. . ." He gestured his hand towards the white lingerie. "This for a while. If I knew blue velvet was your color, I would have got that color instead."
You chuckled softly as you gazed at Peter. "Thank you." There was an unruly silence, you could feel your pussy pulsate again at the thought of Peter fucking you in this lingerie. The teasing throughout the day was enough for you to want him to fuck you right now and you were sure he had the same thoughts as his eyes dilated with lust. "Do you think they'll notice us gone for forty minutes?"
"Sweetheart, I can have you screaming under that time," Peter commented with raised eyebrows as he stepped closer to you. His hands found their way on your waist again, gripping the fabric of your dress in his hands as he gazed down at you. "Nobody will miss us during movie time."
"Peter. . .is that the alcohol talking or you?" You questioned softly, tilting your head at him as you hugged the lingerie close to your body.
"It's me. It's always me talking to you." Peter replied, rubbing his thumb in soft circles around your waist. "I wanted to fuck you since I first saw you walking in with that dress you have on. The thought of fucking you in that dress was the only thing I could think of but now, fucking you in that lingerie is all that I can think of."
"Then, let me get change, Spider-Man." You purred, stepping away from him. "Close your eyes and wait for me."
Peter groaned but he felt his cock twitch from the purring sound of you calling him Spider-Man. "Do I have to?"
"Yes unless you want to wait until tomorrow to fuck me in this."
"No, I don't," Peter grumbled, walking away from you and turning around away from you as he closed his eyes.
Waiting for a few minutes, Peter got anxious to see what you looked like in your lingerie. His foot tapped against the wooden ground as he threw his head back, groaning impatiently. "Are you done yet?"
You hummed thoughtfully as you soothed out the lingerie. A flush spread across your cheeks feeling the intricate lacing underneath your fingertips. This was something you had never worn before but yet, you did feel attractive in it. "I'm done."
Peter jumped on the balls of his feet, he turned around and his eyes dilated at the sight. The white lingerie hugged your curves in the right places as the thigh-high stockings were tight around your legs, stopping mid-thigh. Your breast were pushed together as the curving of your ass was plump.
His jaw dropped at the sight, suddenly forgetting that there was a party going on downstairs below. "You look hot," Peter commented, his pale cheeks blushing as his eyes shamelessly roamed around your figure as you fully turned towards him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. "Don't be shy baby. You look gorgeous."
"What if someone tries to walk in on us again?" You questioned.
Peter thought about it for a solution. He outstretched his arm towards the door and pressed the button along his wrist. Webs flew out and latched against the doorframe, securely tight as he shot out two more webs to hold the door closed. "No one can get through that."
You shook your head at him as you smiled at him. "So, what now, Mr. Parker?" You teasingly questioned, tilting your head at him. "You have me alone. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well. . ." Peter started, taking out his phone. He walked over to the black desk and propped the phone on there. The front of the phone was facing towards a wall as the camera was out. "This is our graduation night. I want it to be special and I want to remember this night."
"You. . .want to record us fucking?" You questioned with wide eyes.
"Yeah. . .is that okay?" Peter questioned with the bite of his lips.
The idea of recording having sex with Peter never crossed your mind but the sudden idea of him going back to watch it. His hands pumping his cock as he watches the footage. Moaning out your name as he watches the homemade porn video. An ache formed in your pussy as you grew wet with the idea.
You nodded. "I want you to send it to me after we're done."
Peter smiled widely as he set up the camera better. You stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him. With a quick stride, he was in front of you again. Before you could react, his lips found yours once again. His nose messily bumped against yours as his hands were on your waist. He squeezed roughly as he turned you around, walking you back towards the wall.
His hands roamed up against your body as the padding of his fingers glided against your arms. His fingers curled around your wrist as your back hit against the wall. He raised your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall as he rutted his hips against yours. A soft moan escaped your lips feeling his clothed cock grind against your clothed cunt.
"Peter." You whined out as he bit the bottom of your lip. Suddenly, you felt a web pin you against the wall and his fingers left your body. You let out a meek whimper from the sudden lost of contact but you glanced up. You tried to wiggle your wrist around but you were trapped by his webs.
Peter never used his webs during sex before. Your arms were outstretched above your head and you could feel the blood rushing down. This new position, being helpless against the wall was something you never experienced before. Peter took a step back to gaze at the position in front of him.
His eyes glanced towards the phone to see your full body view on the screen. A small smirk formed on his lips. "It's not fair that you get to see me like this but you're still in clothes." You curled your lips into a pout. "Can you take your clothes off for me, please?"
How could Peter say no to that face? The lust filled half-lidded daze you gave him was something you could never say no to. "As you wish." He loosens his tie, pulling it off with one quick swift motion. Next was his black blazer which he carelessly threw behind him. Then was his long sleeve shirt. Languidly, he took off the buttons as his eyes stared at you intensely.
You shamelessly licked your lips waiting for your boyfriend's perfectly sculpted body. You rubbed your thighs together for relief trying to get rid of the ache between your legs. His fingers worked delicately, working down his shirt as he got to the last button, he opened the shirt showing off the curving of his abs.
Your eyes dilated at the sight of your boyfriend as he carelessly threw his shirt behind him. The ripples of his muscles reflected underneath the fluorescent lights. You thrashed your wrist against the webs, feeling the need to touch your boyfriend but he trapped you on purpose. You wanted to touch the curving of his abs, to touch yourself at the sight of him but he made sure that you wouldn't get that pleasure.
"Patience, baby." Peter purred out as his fingers worked around his belt. He took his belt off as he unzipped his pants, tugging them down. "We will both get what we want tonight." His eyes trailed over your body, there was something about you being practically tied up against the wall. Another fantasy-filled his mind, his cum spilling out of your abused cunt. To put a baby in you, not in reality but the thought of his cum seeping out of your pussy and spilling over the floor.
Perhaps, Peter will one day be a father but not soon. But he could still imagine breeding you with his cum, imagining fucking you raw each time. This time was the only exception because he was too eager to care and you didn't care as well, luckily, you were on the pill. Another fantasy will be filled tonight.
"God, Peter. I just want your cock inside of me already." You whined with a frown. "Why are you making me wait this long?"
"Because I want to see how long it will take until you crack but it won't be long. You already begging me to fuck you." His lewd words caused slick to coat the fabric of your new lingerie. You were already going to ruin it just by his words. Peter stepped closer to you as he gazed around your body. "Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me to fuck you against the wall while the chance of someone might hearing us? As this camera right there records every single thing we do?"
You nodded without hesitation. "Yes. I want this. I want you to use me like a slut. I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel all of you, everywhere."
Peter smiled almost darkly at your lewd confession. "I'll give you what you want but remember, be quiet. We will have an audience if you scream too loud." He commented with a head tilt. "Got it? Can you be quiet for me, baby?" You nodded. "Good."
His hands cupped your breast, his thumb massaged your clothed breast. The padding of his thumb grazed where your nipple would be at. You let out a meek whimper, lifting your hips to meet his. Gaining better access to feeling his cock, the thin boxers he wore made it possible to feel his cock hard. He stepped closer as his hard dick rested between your legs.
Peter lowered his lips against the top of your breast, swiping across the supple of the skin. A moan escaped your lips while his hand massaged your breasts, his eyes closed as he began sucking around the skin. His clothed dick gliding against your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness seep through the lingerie. He couldn't wait to fuck you but he wanted to enjoy this moment.
You were in euphoric ecstasy as his warm lips sucked harshly against your skin. His teeth scraping your sensitive skin with each sucking. Soft moans were escaping your parting lips. "Good girl, don't make any sudden noise. Got it?" Peter muttered against your breast, flickering his eyes up at you for a moment. You nodded. "Good girl." He praised once again, his lips back to sucking.
The faint echoes of the horrible cop movie was playing downstairs. Loud chattering could be heard as well but all of that felt nonexistent. All you could think about was Peter's lips on your breast, littering the skin with hickeys of shades of purple and pink. And his clothed cock rutted against your clothed cunt.
"Stop teasing me, I want to feel you inside of me." You pleaded lifting your hips against his more as your fingers curled around the webs. You couldn't get the stimulating pleasure that you wanted and you were growing impatient.
"Patience. I thought you were the patient one in the relationship?" Peter cheekily replied. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes. He brought his thumb against your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Awe, is my baby getting impatient?"
"Yes, I am." You countered with narrowed eyes. "I want you inside of me. You tortured me out through the party, can you please give me what I want?"
"Fine, fine." Peter lifted his head away from your breast as his hands rested against your waist. He fell to his knees before you, he ignored his desire of fucking you right there because he wanted to enjoy this. His eyes flickered to the camera, he could see his hair messy, falling over the place. His hands were firmly on your waist as the fluorescent lights glistened your white lingerie.
Looking back at you, his hands roamed down to your thighs. The fabric of the thigh-high stockings with a bow made him shudder as his thumbs massaged your clothed thigh. He hoisted your legs on top of his shoulders once again. His eyes came in contact with your slick coated lingerie cunt. "I am lucky that I get to have this pussy any time I want it. One day, I'm going to put a baby in you."
His fingers curled around the lingerie, setting aside the fabric to see your glistening wet pussy. That insatiable hunger grew once again as his eyes went dark. He didn't know why he didn't try to spice up anything in the bedroom before. This was a new level of excitement. "God, I can't wait to see my cum dripping out of this pussy."
Before you could reply, his tongue flatten against your clit. Your hips shuddered against his tongue as he was already working his tongue in a circular motion. His hands massaged your thighs as his tongue worked gracefully. You bit the bottom of your lip trying to contain the screams but it was hard to.
Your wrist thrashed against the webs as you trying to muffle your mouth but you couldn't. Peter was having way too much fun seeing your body thrash above him. Chest heaving heavily as some loud moans escaped your lips. "Be silent, baby. Otherwise, this fun night will come to an end soon."
"I'm sorry, I can't." You profusely apologized. He chuckled, his warm breath fanning against your pussy.
Peter shrugged, gazing at you half-lidded. "I always enjoyed your screams but try to keep it down before we get a whole audience." He reminded you, then twirled his tongue back against your pussy.
You tried to reply but meek whines escaped your lips. There was nothing you could do about it besides bit your lips until blood drew and a metallic liquid invaded your taste. The wet muscle continued to nudge against your clit as your body jolted from each frantic swipe. His hands tighten around the plush of your thighs, his tongue lapping up the fresh slick that oozed out of your tightness.
Peter pursed his lips and spat on your cunt, watching the clear liquid tickle down your folds towards the curve of your ass. "You really do look beautiful above me. I can't wait to watch the recording every night." Peter commented.
With a moan in reply, his tongue continued to lap around your clit. His blunt fingernails dug into the supple of your skin. Your pussy fluttered, wanting his fingers inside of you but Peter was denying that pleasure. He wanted his cock to fill the space soon, he just wanted you to already be mind-fucked before he fucked you against the wall.
Your toes curled as his tongue glided circular, the signs of your climax coming soon as your skin was on fire from the upcoming release. Babbles of his name escaped your lips, and the daze of being fucked by his tongue hazed over your vision. You were on the verge of the premise of your orgasm when Peter moved his head away from your cunt.
You groaned, rolling your eyes. "Peter." You warned with narrowed eyes. "Why did you stop?"
"Because you've been a good girl and I'm honestly tired of waiting to fuck you." He slide your legs off his shoulders but he had a firm grip underneath your thighs as he stood up. He placed your legs around his waist. "Seriously, this time you can't scream. If you do, I will end this and we will do this another day."
"What? No." You frowned, shaking your head. "I don't want to do this another day. I want to do this now."
"Then, don't scream. Simple." He shrugged. You thought it was unfair to scream or let out loud noises but he was right, you couldn't be loud as you want to. There were family members downstairs not knowing that Peter was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk and you wanted to keep it that way but just the mere thought of someone finding out was exciting.
With a glance towards the camera, you saw from the screen how Peter was tugging his boxers off, letting them fall down to his feet, and kicking them aside. The blinking red of the recording would film all of this. Every single bit. You couldn't wait to watch it back.
Looking back at Peter, his swollen tip leaked with pre-cum as it fell down the underside of his dick. His prominent veins forked along his cock, you could never get used to how big Peter was. He teased you with his dick, rubbing against your aching cunt. His leaking tip nudged against your clit causing you to gasp, fluttering your eyes as you waited for him to stop teasing.
Peter Parker was nothing but a tease. His cock glided down to your entrance, teasingly pressing his tip barely inside. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to suck him in. "Patience, sweetheart," Peter commented. He was saying that more to himself feeling your heated slick trying to greedily pull him in. He couldn't contain himself any longer.
The swollen head of his cock slipped past the first ring of muscle. His hips rolled in deep as your walls clenched around him, watching his cock completely disappear inside of you. His eyes fluttered from the slickness of warm of your cunt around his cock finally. His forehead fell against your shoulder as he roughly squeezed underneath your thighs.
The stretch of his cock made your back arch off the wall. Your breast pressed against the side of his face as he rutted his hips harshly against yours. The snap of his hips filled the air as the squelching sound of your pussy filled the air. Your arms shook from the numbness and the need to grasp onto anything. His thick cock filled every inch of your pussy as you could feel him in your stomach.
You needed to grab onto anything but the strength of the webs, pinning your arms against the wall was not helping. Languidly, the ridge of his cock slowly pushed inside of you. A low groan escaped his moan as his nails dug into your skin, the thought of being drunk with your pussy forever crossed his mind. If lingerie could make him this crazy, he would work four jobs just to buy you every single fabric of lingerie out there.
"Please, go faster, Spiderman." You teased, throwing your head back against the wall.
Something inside of Peter when you called him Spiderman sexually. Another fantasy being fulfilled. Peter watched his cock leave your tightness as creamy lines of your slick coated against his length. He took in a deep breath as he rutted his hip forward, burying himself completely inside you to the hilt.
The mere motion of his hips going faster caused air to be knocked out of you. An abrupt moan that was almost too loudly filled the air. Peter lifted his head, narrowing his eyes at you. "What did I just say?"
"I. . .I'm sorry." You panted, clenching your pussy around him as his cock went fast and rough inside of you. "I can't help it." You whined out, screwing your eyes shut as you shook your head. "I can't keep quiet, can you help me?"
"Since you asked nicely." Peter pressed his lips against your lips. Finally, you were able to let out screams, muffled by his hot mouth against yours. The vibrations of your screams, bounced against his puffy lips as drool of your slick fell against the floor below him. Soon, that was going to be his cum coming out of your pussy and falling out to the ground.
With each rut of his hips, your breast bounced against his body. The intricate lacing of your white lingerie one-pieced rubbed against his skin. The thigh-high stockings grazed his body as you tried to clamp your legs around his waist, securely. In all the universes, Wanda warned him that there was a multi-verse and how she saw that his life was in shambles and he would be alone, just like her. And advised him to not go to Doctor Strange for any spells.
Peter was lucky that he went to Wanda because in his universe, he was able to fuck you roughly and raw. It was selfish to think only of your pussy as a form of gratitude that he was taking advantage of after the Mysterio situation but he deserved this. To be with you, to remain as Spiderman, to have his friends and graduate. To go to his dream school.
Something inside of him snapped where he couldn't control his enhanced strength. His prominent hips hit against yours, and you winced in pain from his brute strength as he was in a daze of his own pleasure. You were sure a bruise was going to form on your hips and you wouldn't be able to walk properly with his strength.
Peter's thumb quickly fumbled between your messy folds as he sought out for your clit. He rubbed soothing circled against it, the loud moans were muffled against his lips. He moved his lips off your mouth, his warm breath fanned against your bruised lips. The conversation from earlier of MJ and Ned being his kid's godfather and godmother lingered in his mind as the memory suddenly came out.
The thought of breeding you with his children. It was growing more intense as the fluttering of your warm pussy clenched around him with each thrust. "I'm going to cum in you and give you a baby. You want that, don't you?"
Being absolutely cock drunk, you nodded agreeing. "I want your cum, Spiderman." You agreed, fully not aware of what he was saying. The dull ache between your legs formed as his tip kept kissing your cervix. The coil that formed in the pit of your stomach was coming close as your toes curled and tears formed in your eyes.
"I'll give you what you want." Peter kissed your lips briefly against as he felt his cock twitch from the upcoming climax he was feeling. His thumb messily rubbed against your clit as his hips continued to snap against yours. Your pussy clenched around him as you kissed him again, a scream leaving your lips as the orgasm washed over you.
Incoherent noises stringed out of your lips as your head was spinning from the pleasure of releasing around his cock. The sound of dripping from your release hit the floor. "Ah, fuck." Peter muttered against your lips as a warmth filled your core, he came with a moan of his own. White, hot spurts of cum, coated the inside of your walls; soon, his cum dribbled down to the floor as well.
Peter lifted his head away from you as he glanced down, then back to the screen where it was still recording. On the screen, he could see the dribble mixture of cum fall to the ground below. His eyes dilated at the camera as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. He looked back at you to see your eyes fluttered in a daze, catching your breath.
Peter pulled his cock out of you slowly, watching cum seep out of your pussy. His eyes widened at the sight, he had always worn a condom before but this new sight was addictive. He thought about doing it more raw with your permission. His fingers grasp your chin, forcing your head down. "Look at the mess we made."
Dribbles and strings of cum pattered against the wooden floor. A dazed smile spread on your lips as you looked back at Peter. "Did you get that all on camera?" You questioned lazily.
"I did." Peter's thumb brushed against the corner of your eye, capturing the tear that slipped. His eyes gazed back to your lingerie, it was ruffled and ruined. The cum seeped down to your thigh-high stocking, completely ruining them. "Awe man, I liked those on you."
"We could always wash them, Peter." You replied, rolling your eyes playfully at him. "Can you bring me down?" You glanced down to your legs and your numb arms. With the euphoric pleasure over, the sense of your arms being pinned above you for a while was catching up to you.
"Right, sorry." Peter hoisted your legs down to the ground, noticing the shake of them. He smirked to himself and grasped the webs off your wrist. Your arms fell numbly to your sides as Peter walked to his camera, clicking the recording off.
Your legs shook as you tried to walk. Sensing that you were about to fall, Peter outstretched his arm, capturing you in them. "Woah there. I'm sorry, did I go too hard?" Peter questioned. He was back to his normal self as he anxiously stared at you. You shook your head. "Are you sure? It feels like I went too hard."
"I'm fine, Peter. I just can't walk at the moment." You replied in a light tone.
"Here, let me help you walk." Peter walked you over to your bed and sat you down. The ache of numbness filled your body as you laid back, sighing. "Let me get you new clothes to put on."
Peter was always great with aftercare as he slipped his boxers back on quickly and went through the closet. He found sweatpants and a shirt for himself while he got blue sweatpants for you and a loose shirt. Coming back to you, Peter help you sit up as he took the one piece off of you begrudgingly because he loved the way it looked on you.
Peter grabbed tissues off the black desk and cleaned you off, helping you put your clothes off. There was a comfortable silence as you got dressed with Peter. He smiled at you with adoration as you looked at him. "Did you really drink that much tonight?" You questioned, teasing him.
Peter's pale cheeks blushed as he scratched the back of his head. "I couldn't handle you being in that blue dress. Something snapped in me. Blue is your color, next lingerie piece I'm getting you is blue."
You smiled wider. "What if I got you a sexy outfit as well."
Peter rose his eyebrows at the suggestion and tilted his head. "Get me a luchador mask and we have a deal." He joked. "Or maybe a Darth Vader mask. Oo, or maybe a Mandalorian mask. [Name] surrender your pussy to the Empire or else." He falsely intimated Darth Vader horribly causing the two of you to laugh.
The sweet sounds of your laugh filled the air. His heart swelled, once again thanking Wanda for allowing this to be possible. She told him about the horrors of the other universes that you were killed, May was killed. His friends and the world couldn't remember him. He was lucky that he went to the Scarlet Witch for help because this wholesome scenario would have never happened.
"Maybe I'll get you either an Anakin or Obi-Wan costume. They're both hot." You commented and Peter couldn't agree more, the two characters were hot and his favorite.
"That's true. . ." A knock rang out through the room. The two of you jolted up, you let out a wince from the bruising between your legs. "I'll get it, just get rid of the lingerie."
You nodded and Peter walked over to the door. He removed his webs quickly from the surface, throwing them in the trash. He opened the door and peek his head out, there stood MJ with a scrunched-up nose. "I hope you got the quick fucking out because everyone keeps asking for the two of you."
"We weren't doing that-"
"I tried to knock earlier and I heard." MJ deadpanned, disgusted by the recall of her flashbacks. "You're both disgusting. [Name], your mother's pick is coming soon!" She called out, giving Peter one last disgusted look, and walk off.
Flush spread across yours and Peter's cheeks as he muttered out a sorry. He closed the door with a grimace, turning back towards you. "Maybe we should have waited when we were alone."
"You think?" You sighed, running your fingers through your messy hair. "Well, whatever. I'll make it up to her somehow. I'll buy her a therapist." You joked trying to hold back the embarrassment you felt. "Let's just go watch the movie."
"Your mom probably picked Mean Girls again," Peter grumbled. "If I have to hear another iconic quote from Regina again, I will go ballistic. Why can't we ever watch the Star Wars prequels or the original trilogy?"
"Oh? You don't want to see the sequels?" You joked, knowing how he felt about the sequels.
"Never mention those atrocities around me again," Peter said in a serious tone as he grasp your hand, helping you walk towards the door.
You rose your hands in defense. "I'm sorry."
Peter just simply smiled as the two of you went back downstairs to watch Mean Girls for the millionth time; making an excuse as to why you were gone half the movie.
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The night ended with the four of you laying across MJ's room having a graduation sleepover. A movie played on MJ's projector screen as gifts were exchanged. MJ got you a special edition book of your favorite series and you were practically sobbing against her for the gift and she gave the boys drawings of a middle finger with a poem on the side. Ned got everyone a twenty-dollar gift card to the Lego store claiming that if everyone put the money together, they could get Luke Skywalker's helmet or Darth Vader's helmet lego set.
You got MJ her favorite horror movie that had bonus deleted never before scenes. You thought you were going to see her cry over the gift as well. And for the boys, you special made lightsabers with a holoprojector emitting out of the hole. Of course, you couldn't make a real lightsaber but it looked real as the green and blue hues of it emitted into the dim room. And for the final gift, you got them Anakin and Obi-Wan outfits to wear.
You could have sworn Ned was sobbing behind the outfit as he hid his face away. And Peter stared at your inventions in awe. He knew that you would get into the Stark Scholarship program. Your inventions were what drew Peter to you in the first place during freshmen year and then slowly, he fell in love with you hopelessly.
Peter wanted to make sure you got the world as you deserve. The lingerie gift wasn't the only gift. He created his own invention as a gift for all his friends. A necklace, it had a tracking device on it to know where you guys were at all times. He grew paranoid from the years of being Spiderman but everyone loved the necklace, claiming it was a symbol of friendship.
Peter glanced around at all his friends. The thoughts of Wanda saying that in another universe, he would lose this all. Selfishly, he was glad that he didn't lose it all. He did lose Tony but to lose everyone? For everyone to not remember him? That was torture and he wanted to make sure he did everything right; that everything in the universe would be balanced because if he did lose you, he would travel across the multiverse to find a way back to you.
Catching his stare, you held your necklace tightly close to your heart. His eyes soften as he didn't hear Ned's question. Ned shrugged, taking his phone and allowing his best friend to stare at his girlfriend. He was going to take a picture and send it to his Lola because he forgot his charger back at home.
Opening Peter's phone, his jaw dropped. "Peter, what's this?"
Peter lazily hummed, glancing at the phone in Ned's hand. He furrowed his brows but saw the footage on his phone. "Oh, fuck." He snatched his phone away. "Sorry."
Ned's cheeks were flushed. "Let's just watch the movie." He muttered, turning away from you and Peter.
You furrowed your brows as MJ caught on quickly. "Gross. Yeah, let's just watch the movie." Catching on, you understood that Ned had seen a brief scene of the sex footage. Peter wasn't so sure if he was lucky in this universe as he tried to hide his embarrassment. Now, Peter had to think of a way to make it up to Ned as well.
But, at least this night ended with Graduation fantasies. And Peter was eternally grateful to Wanda for this possibility of a new future for him; even if he wasn't so lucky still.
Note: I’m sorry for not posting my life became hectic and many family members were in the hospital. I’ll try my best to write this week.
— EVERY COUPLE ARGUES. In every relationship, some ups and downs happened. Some issues become fixed and other problems are left to be unsolved. As with many problems in a relationship, this particular has been left unsolved. The problem with Marc Spector and Jake Lockley was that they were very closed-off people. But since you were originally Marc's wife, Marc fronted most of the time to spend with you but it's been a year since he's become Moon Knight, he didn't like talking about it with you.
Or talked about his emotions in general. And it seemed like every argument was a full circle because of that issue. You would gently try to ask him what's wrong then he would brush it off saying it's nothing. You would plead with him asking him to tell you what's wrong then somehow, along the way of begging turns into a screaming match.
If anything, the same routine of the same problem was getting exhausting. You would storm out of the shared apartment and leave for a couple of hours. Or lock yourself in the bathroom to cry because all you want to do is help Marc.
But it seems like every time you try with him, another screaming match occurred as Marc and Jake who were taking turns between fronting in the body, slamming the cabinets as you stood a far distance away from him. "Please, just tell me what's going on!" You shouted trying your best not to flinch with each slam of the cabinet as Jake was looking for a particular item that you hid away just for them to talk to you.
You knew the item that you hid away was important to their mission but you wanted them to talk to you about what was going on. "I don't have time to tell you what's going on!" Marc shouted this time as he slammed another cabinet, turning around to face you. "This mission is far too important. Just give me what I need!"
"Just tell her what's going on. You're scaring her." Steven pleaded from the window's reflection watching you flinch from his loud tone.
Marc ignored him. He always ignores Steven because Steven was the one who always patched the relationship up. Honestly, if Steven wasn't there, Marc believes that the marriage would have ended years ago but yet; you still remain.
Marc wasn't sure if you still remained because of Steven or you just couldn't leave the relationship. He saw how your eyebrows would wrinkle together as tears glisten in your eyes with each argument. He knew he pushed you away every single day, his reason was simple. He was afraid of getting close to someone; to show vulnerability.
Marc purposely self-sabotage every relationship he ever had because of his mother. His mother's words still lingered in the back of his head no matter how much he pushed away the memories and tried to erase them from his mind; she was always there. And for that reason, it was hard to get close to anyone.
Especially the one he loves the most; you.
But how could he tell you about being Moon Knight? You were the only thing good in his life no matter the numerous times he pushed you away, screamed back at you; caused this rift in the relationship that was slowly tearing you away from him. You were that balance that Marc needed, it was fucked up in a way because he knew he held onto this toxic relationship. The toxic relationship he created but it was addictive to come home to someone who still remained.
Marc knew you deserved better; of course, he knew this, but he felt in a way that he deserved something good in his life. He couldn't imagine you with someone else, it felt selfish to have you remain here with him, unhappy. He wanted to change but that lingering voice of his mother is what caused this rift of forever never having a stable relationship with anyone.
You shakily stepped forward but remained your distance away from him. "Please, just. . .just tell me what's going on, Marc." You pleaded as your eyes trickled with tears. "I. . .I know this mission is important but I'm always worried for you. I stay up at night never knowing if you're going to come back. I stay up wondering if you're dead or not."
"I never fucking asked you to worry about me." Marc harshly replied, stomping towards you. His brood figure towered over you, his dark eyes peering at you. "I never ask you to stay up at night wondering where I'm at. I'm fine. Now, tell me, where is the damn map?"
You narrowed your eyes at him as tears fell from the corner of your eyes. Marc's heart ached seeing the same tears that were resulted from his anger. Not every day was it that you cried, only the days when Marc had to leave. On the days he didn't have to leave, those were the moments that made it worth staying but quite frankly, you were getting mentally exhausted.
Exhausted from crying, worrying about your husband. Wondering almost every night if he was going to be alive but here he was asking you to not worry. From when he became Moon Knight, before all of that; you were in a good relationship with him. It may have not been the best but ever since he became Moon Knight; everything changed.
You didn't know why you stayed with Marc. Truly, it was hard to say. Perhaps you saw yourself in him. Afraid to be alone, afraid to endure the loneliness, and afraid to show yourself to anyone. You thought those types of thoughts were in the past when he saved you from being kidnapped. He was hired to save you and through that crazy journey, you connected with him but for the past year, it seems that connected broken to almost nothing.
Almost.
Almost because you still had hope. But you were almost at your breaking point as well with him. "The map is on the bookshelf, hidden behind my romcom section." You muttered quietly. Wiping the tears with the back of your hand, you step aside from Marc.
Marc quickly walked to the bookshelf and carefully put your book aside to find the map that he stole a few days ago for Khonshu. He found the worn-out map quickly and stuffed it in his pocket. He placed back your books in the right order and turned around seeing you standing there with a blank expression.
How did everything turn out so shitty? Marc could blame everyone else for what has happened to the relationship. His mother to creating a series of problems like his mental illness, and his lack of understanding of how to care for another person properly and healthily. How to process his emotions in a way that doesn't harm himself or others. Or he could blame Khonshu who created this person he hated and used him as a puppet.
He could blame the world for giving him an unfair life. But in reality, his choices come to him. His behavior came down to him. Steven would always tell Marc how he could go to therapy to change his toxic and unhealthy behavior but Marc was afraid. His fear was affecting everything in his life. He could only blame himself for not changing.
And he does blame himself because of the expression on your face. Usually, you would be crying and begging him to stay home with you. To be safe with you and not go anywhere else but here you stood. Emotionless and uncaring. Perhaps you were at your breaking point where you didn't care for him anymore. And that was on him.
"You know," you began with a harsh chuckle. "I didn't think the relationship would have got to this point. And you're right. You never asked me to care for you but you asked me to marry you. And that meant I would care for you once I said yes."
Your finger and thumb twirl the ring around your finger as you slid the ring off. Marc's heart sunk seeing the ring between your fingers. This was it, this was your breaking point. "But each time you put on that costume, I always worry but I won't anymore." You stride towards him, harshly grabbing his wrist. Forcing his hand open, you shoved the ring in his hand. "I'm not divorcing you but I won't wear that ring anymore. You're not the man I married, Marc. You're a stranger. Blame whoever you want about our downfall but you can only blame yourself. I blame myself for many reasons but I won't be part of this toxicity anymore. I'm done."
You turned around and walked away from him. His eyes bore on the back of you. His heart rammed against his chest as he blinked rapidly. His eyes peered down to the ring. The shimmering golden ring had a carving on it. Together forever, my love
"Marc. . ." Steven muttered from the nearest reflection. His heart aches at the situation.
Marc sniffled, holding back his tears as his fingers curled around the ring. His face went blank as he slipped the ring inside of his pocket and turned around. "Marc, you could fix this," Steven said from the passing reflections on the wall. "I know you want to!"
"No, leave her be," Jake spoke up as Marc curled his fingers around the door knob. "She deserves better than us. All we ever do is fight with her. It's better to leave now and come back later."
"No, I disagree," Steven argued. "Marc. I know you love her. You can make this right."
Marc shook his head as his eyes softened at the door. "No, Jake is right. All I ever do is mess everything up. All I ever do is push people away. This is my fault, it was inevitable." Marc whispered. "It's too late to try anymore."
Marc opened the door, his head jerked to see if you were standing there. To have any last hope that you didn't mean what you said but nothing. The apartment was silent. And Marc left with that silence.
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You sat on top of the bathroom's sinks marble counter. The cool countertop stimulated your nerves as the hammering of your heart didn't ease. Your finger felt empty without the ring that was given to you by Marc. Never once you took the wedding ring off your finger, never after a fight but this time, it was different.
You had to take it off to show how serious this problem was to Marc and Jake. You only found out about his alters a few months ago. Steven was the better pleasant one than Jake because Jake was similar to Marc. Always hiding something because they're scared to show their true selves.
The argument between Jake was still fresh in your mind because it happened yesterday. It almost seemed like you couldn't get a break. Whether it was Jake arguing with you or Marc; there was always something.
| YESTERDAY |
Jake's heavy footsteps echoed through the apartment causing you to stir in your sleep. The groggy feeling slowly disappeared as you rapidly blinked away the blur of your sleeping state. Your eyes darted to the nearest clock and the time read 5:37 AM. It wasn't the latest time Jake ever came home, you were more surprised he came home at all.
Usually, he's gone for days but this time, he came home early for once. Stretching off the couch, you crossed your arms underneath the blanket. "Jake?" You called out softly watching him shuffle around the kitchen possibly looking for something to eat.
At first, he didn't answer. His shoulders were tense as his hands stopped mid-reach towards a cabinet. "What are you doing up?" Jake gruffly questioned.
You could barely see him through the dark. You decided to get up, carefully wrapping the blanket closer to your body as your bare feet padded across the apartment to find the light switch. "Don't turn on the light," Jake said from the kitchen but your finger flicked the switch.
You squinted your eyes from how bright the light illuminated the apartment. You heard more shuffling from the kitchen as you walked over there. You let out a soft gasp as your brows wrinkled together. "Jake." You muttered worriedly.
From the side of him, you could see a bandage on his nose as his nose was bloody and bruised purple. Small cuts formed on his cheek and litters of other small wounds across his forehead. "Go back to bed," Jake demanded as he continued to pull out his favorite snack to munch on.
"How can I go to bed when you come home looking like this?" You said incredulously. It was terrifying seeing Jake coming home with wounds like this as if he just let the other guys punch him. As if he didn't care to take a hit.
"I'm fine." Jake merely replied, he didn't turn around to look at you. He was hiding something but Jake was always hiding something. And you could tell he was hiding that something but he was refusing to look over at you. His shoulders were more tensed than usual. His tone had more sharpness and roughness as if something happened.
"What's wrong?" You softly asked.
"It's none of your business!" Jake suddenly shouted, firmly slamming his snack against the counter causing you to flinch as he turned around. That's when you got a good look at him. His eyes were bloodshot red as if he's been recently crying. The tears stained his cheek as his eyes were heavy with regret.
Your lips curled into a frown as you stepped closer to him. "Jake." You reached out to comfort him but he slapped your hand away. It wasn't a harsh slap but it made your chest clench from the hurt. Even with that hurt, you reached out still and grasp his sleeve instead. "What happened?"
Jake was silent for a moment. His eyes were averted from yours as he let out a harsh chuckle. "I went out on patrol and. . ." He sucked in a sharp breath as he shook his head. "And. . . There was a fire but some guys had me occupied. There were too many guys and I heard a kid crying for help in the burning building. I tried to get to the kid but. . ."
Jake didn't need to finish his sentence. You understood that he couldn't save the kid and that was feeling tremendously guilty for not being able to save the kid. Marc told you about what happened to his little brother so you could imagine how Jake felt about not being able to save the kid in the burning building. It was the same guilt from him not being able to save Randall.
"Oh, Jake." You said sympathetically. "It's not your fault. I understand how you feel."
Jake shook his head as he glanced at you with his jaw tightened. "No, it is my fault. You wouldn't understand what I'm feeling right now." He pulled his arm away from you as he walked past you. "You could never understand what it means to have a family because you were an orphan. You couldn't possibly understand how I feel, okay?"
Your eyes widened from what he said as your heart clenched. "I couldn't understand how you feel?" You let out an abrupt scoff as you pulled on Jake's arm, forcing him to look at you. "You're a fucking asshole, of course, I know how you feel because you know why? The only family I ever had is Marc. The only person I could rely on is Marc."
"And every day I'm scared shitless when you or him go out there getting your asses kicked. Doing some sort of fucked up missions for a crazy god. The mere thought of losing you terrifies me. So yes, I know how you feel about losing something because every day when I look at you or Marc, I lose a piece of myself." You shook your head as you let out a dry laugh. "I lose myself because I don't know whether you're coming back. Just like how you lost your brother, I'm losing you and Marc to this Moon Knight persona. So I know exactly how you feel."
What you said almost seemed pointless because no matter how many times you tell Marc or Jake your feelings, it seemed like it fell on death's ears. But what you didn't know was that Jake took in every word and that tremendous amount of guilt amplified. How he wishes he could be better for you. How he wished he could show you the love you deserved like Steven could but Jake was made out of Marc's anger.
Jake was fabricated of Marc's darkest desires. Jake couldn't give you what you needed no more than Marc could. Every day, he wished he could do better but as the same fear as Marc, his mother's voice lingered in his head.
"I'm not going to deal with this," Jake muttered through gritted teeth as he stomped back towards the front door. "I'm not even your husband. Why the fuck should you care about me?"
"You may not be my husband but you wear his face. Whatever actions you cause, the consequence lay on Marc." You replied harshly. "And I care because I always cared about you, Jake. Since you showed up, I cared. But go ahead, just leave like you always do."
In a way, you wished that Jake would have taken your words and stayed. You always wished Marc and Jake would stay but they never do because they can't handle their emotions. They could never handle their emotions.
So with solemn regret, Jake opened the front door and left abruptly with that silence lingering in the air as well. And finally, you broke down sobbing trying to muffle them by putting the blanket against your mouth. But Jake heard them as he leaned against the front door, heartbroken by the painful sobs.
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This time, you couldn't cry. Not at the moment because from every argument that comes; there was always the aftermath. Steven or sex. It was one of the two that would come with the aftermath. Steven, the precious man who consoles you through the heartache and there was the rough sex that happened with either Marc or Jake as in a way of an apology.
The problem was that you understood that Marc has heavy trauma to deal with and perhaps you couldn't leave because Marc was your only family. There was last shimmering hope that he could change, that he could do better. And you wanted him to do better, to seek help for his trauma. All you ever wanted him was to heal but you could only do so much for him.
Marc could only see to heal himself, you were done trying.
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As usual with Marc's night on patrol after he handed the map to another avatar that Khonshu said was trustworthy. Marc was getting his mind off the argument the only way he knew how to. Fighting. His knuckles were chapped and bloody, aching from the ferocious punches he was giving to the man beneath him.
It almost seemed like he couldn't stop punching the person in the face. The man underneath him was trying to assault a woman in the alley. A woman that almost looked like you. The perpetrator hit the husband unconscious next to the woman and Moon Knight swept in. That was merely two minutes ago and yet, Marc didn't stop punching the man.
"Marc, that's enough!" Steven shouted inside his mind witnessing through Marc's eyes the situation.
Marc snapped out of his trance as he rapidly blinked underneath the suit. He stood up and glanced over to the woman who cradled her unconscious husband with fear, gazing at him with wide eyes. He stared at the woman in front of him. Her eyes looked similar to yours, even down to the same facial structure and skin color.
The woman was almost harmed and killed. Her husband wouldn't have known what would happen and would have woken up to her harmed, dead body. The thought of something happening to you crossed his mind. He could never forgive himself if something happened.
"Who-Who are you?" The woman called out, cradling her husband close to her chest.
"Moon Knight. . ." Marc trailed off as he kept his distance away from the woman. "Are- Are you okay? Is he okay?"
The woman nodded, swallowing thickly. "Yes, thank you, Moon Knight." Her voice strained as she glanced down back at her husband. "I'm sorry we fought earlier, please don't die on me."
"He's not going to die. He's just knocked out, call an ambulance and tell them what happened but don't mention me." Marc demanded as he turned around about to walk off to the night. His knuckles begin to heal as he stalked off.
"But you're a hero, how can I not mention you?" The woman croaked out.
Marc stood there frozen, he couldn't consider himself a hero. How could this woman see him as a hero when he beat a man near death? "Just don't mention me at all." He gruffly said, walking to the shadows.
Marc's mind lingered off to you. The primal fear of losing you was always on his mind but he knew this time, it could be true. He saw something with the woman he saved and her unconscious husband. She apologized for fighting with him earlier. Marc started wondering the what-ifs.
What if you walked outside by yourself to calm yourself down and you were in trouble. And if something bad had happened to you. What if you died and the last thing that happened between the two of you was an argument? What if he lived with that regret with his last words being to you was harsh?
What if you died not being his wife anymore?
There were worse things in life than him being killed, it was losing you. Marc's chest tightens at the thought of losing you not just emotionally and mentally but physically. His trauma held him back from making real connections to other people but he got you despite those hardships.
Despite everything that happened. You were there. Marc couldn't let these behaviors and patterns go on anymore. He couldn't allow you to walk away from him. With his new determination to do better, he ran.
Marc ran to the apartment allowing the mummy-esque dissolve from his body as he opened the apartment door. "Baby?" He called out as he shut the door behind him. The apartment was eerily quiet. His footsteps echoed through the apartment as his eyes darted around trying to hear you.
A voice softly came from behind the bathroom door. Marc quietly walked to the bathroom door and pressed his ear against the door. A soft sob escaped your lips, filling Marc's ear. His heart broke, usually, he pushed away from the terrible regret he felt after the arguments but he allowed it this time.
Marc allowed his feelings to crash all at once. His fingers curled around the doorknob and opened the door. "Baby?" Marc called out again as he shuffled into the bathroom.
His eyes softened with sadness seeing your face pressed against your knees as you hugged your arms around your knees, pressing them close to your chest. His eyes flickered to the mirror seeing Steven. "You know what to do Marc, you've always known but are you going to finally be a good husband and do better?" Steven questioned.
Marc nodded. He couldn't let this behavior affect the relationship any longer because his greatest fear besides being alone was having you walk out of his life. He was going to fix what he messed up. "Just go away, I'm tired." You mumbled. "I can't fight anymore, Marc. I don't want to fight with you anymore."
Marc shook his head as he brought his large hands to cup your face, lifting your head up. His heart hammered seeing the tears stain your cheeks. The puffiness crinkled around your eyes as you sniffled, narrowing your eyes at him. "I'm not here to fight either." He softly spoke. "I don't want to fight with you anymore. . .I'm sorry."
Your jaw dropped as you glanced around. "Is this real? Am I hallucinating this?"
Marc rolled his eyes as he scoffed. "Yes, this is real." He replied dryly. "I'm. . ." He deeply sighed trying to find the right words that were long overdue. "I'm so sorry about everything. I'm sorry that I caused our fights. I'm sorry that I make you cry. I'm sorry that I make you worry. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better person but. . .I want to be a better person. Not just for you but myself."
Your brows scrunched together as you sniffled. "This. . .this is the first time you apologize since a few months ago." You muttered confused. "Are. . .are you okay?"
Marc shook his head. "No." He said truthfully for once. "I'm not okay. When you gave me your wedding ring. It felt like my whole world was crashing on me because baby, you are my whole world. I can't live without you and I won't." His fingers reached into his pocket and took out the ring, holding it in front of him. "I refuse to lose you because of my behavior. I will. . .I will get the help I need. I. . .I was just so scared to get help but I know I need to heal and you always encourage me to get that help."
"But you are my wife, my world, and my life. I refuse to do any of this without you. I'm sorry, [Name]." Marc profusely apologizes, shaking his head at himself. "I'm so sorry but please, don't go. I know you're tired, I'm tired too but we can get through this together. You're the only family I ever had besides Jake and Steven but you've been there for me. Please, put the ring back on."
Your eyes searched his and for the first time in a long time, he was vulnerable. Something you've been wishing for, something you hoped would happen and here it was. His eyes brimmed with tears as some slipped down the corner of his eyes. His fingers trembled between the ring as if he was scared of your answer.
"I want to hear from Jake as well." You replied because if you were going to put the ring back on, you wanted an apology from Jake as well. "I want him to apologize and then, you will know my answer."
Marc glanced over to the mirror. His eyes glared at the three-way mirror glancing at Jake who sighed. "I will apologize to our love," Jake replied.
Marc nodded and allowed Jake to take over the body. Jake's eyes fluttered open but his eyes were avoiding looking at you. He felt the padding of your fingers brush against his jawline, tilting his head to look at you. "Hey." You softly said. "Are you okay?"
Jake shook his head. You let your legs down on the sink as you scooted closer to him, he was in between your legs as his fingers brushed against the loose strands of hair on your face. His warm, dark eyes bore on your face, flickering around to study you. You weren't angry at him nor hurt, you were patient.
"No, mi amor. I'm not okay." Jake replied with a small smile. "I never been okay. More now than ever, I'm ashamed that I caused this much harm to you. You don't deserve any of this and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a fucking asshole and I'm sorry for the harm I caused. I'm your husband as well and I need to do better."
Jake sighed as he brought the glistening ring into your view. "You are my family as well. My world and my life. I won't cause any more harm because as much as Marc is terrified of losing you, I am as well. I would kill for you, I would die for you." The padding of his thumb brushed against the underside of your eye, brushing away the tear stain as he softly smiled. "We need help. And we're going to get that help, I promise. So, could you please put it back on before I sell it."
You scoffed playfully, pushing his shoulder as his chest rumbled with laughter. "Fine, I'll put it back on. Thank you for apologizing, Jake. You can rest now." You said pressing your hand against his chest with a smile.
Jake was exhausted from how he bottled his emotions and this was the first time he truly showed his vulnerability in front of anyone. He could rest knowing he wasn't judged or mocked for his emotions. And for the first in a long time, he felt safe so he decided to rest as Marc took over the body once again.
"Jake's right, if you don't put the ring on, I might sell it." He playfully teased as his fingers brushed along your arm. The padding of his fingers sent shivers throughout your body as you peered through him with half-lidded eyes. His touch was soft and enduring, it wasn't like his other touches after an argument where they were rough and unapologetic.
No, his touches were feathered like as if he was scared to touch you. To make the wrong move. But you enjoyed how he was touching you as your skin felt on fire. His fingers brushed against your ring finger as he brought your hand closer to his right hand. The ring between his index finger and thumb glisten underneath the low lights of the bathroom as he brought the ring to your finger.
Marc carefully put the ring back on your finger. The cool metal brushed against your delicate skin as your eyes flickered back and forth from Marc. His dark eyes glance back at you and everything felt right. His hand hesitantly let go of yours as he brought both his hands against your waist, squeezing them softly.
Marc didn't have to say anything. The way his eyes stared into yours felt like magic itself. As if everything was going to be finally okay. Your arms wrapped around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer between your legs as you sat at the edge of the sink. His thumbs massage your waist as he brought his forehead against yours.
"Do you have to be Moon Knight?" You suddenly questioned in a soft tone, peering your eyes at him through your thick eyelashes. "Can't we find a way for you to stop being Moon Knight? It's affecting you badly. It's affecting us badly."
Marc shook his head as he gave you a sad smile. "No, there isn't a way. I became a god's puppet to save Steven's and Jake's life. If there was a way, I would stop being Khonshu's puppet."
You sighed frustrated. "Well, can you at least tell me what's going on with this whole Moon Knight persona?"
"Yes, I will tell you but I want to make it up to you for how I've been treating you," Marc replied, he lifted his head away from yours. His brown curls messily fell over his forehead as he tilted his head, his eyes flickered across your face. "I want to make love with you. Not fucking like we've been doing for the past few months. But actually make love."
Your cheeks heated up at his suggestion. Making love and fucking was different, you haven't made love with Marc in a year. It was just rough, hatred fucking after each fight or each patrol he did. You nodded. "Please, make me feel good, Marc." You whispered. "I want to feel your love."
"This will be the first step of showing my love to you better," Marc said, pressing his lips against your forehead. A sweet and tender kiss that lingered there for a moment. He pulled away and his brown eyes darken gazing upon you. His large hands squeeze your waist, you already knew what he wanted.
Your legs spread open further as you scooted down closer to the edge. His hips pushed against yours as you brought him down to your level. His lips crashed onto yours messily. His nose bumped against yours as with one hand, snaked across your body feeling through the thin material of your shirt; well, Marc's shirt.
Marc thought how cute you looked wearing his large shirt on you and very small shorts that were hugging against your waist tightly. His fingers brushed underneath the shirt, feeling your skin underneath the padding of his fingers as he snaked his hands up to your breast. His brows rose up as the padding of his thumb brushed against your bare nipple.
"No bra?" Marc muttered against your plump lips as his eyes fluttered open. Blush spread across your cheeks as you shook your head. "Awe, don't be shy baby. I'm your husband. I've seen your pretty little pussy many times. And I've seen your breast countless times, I can never get enough of them."
"You always so shameless." You mumbled, flickering your eyes at him as your fingers captured his brown curls between your fingers.
"I'm shameless? What about the time you didn't wear any underwear to a party? You were shameless enough to show your pussy to me just so you could get fucked in the bathroom." Marc retorted teasingly as his other hand tugged at the hem of your shirt, helping you pull it over your head. “Flaunting your pussy for everyone to see.”
"Because you made me mad earlier that day. I just wanted to make you jealous." You nonchalantly shrugged as your nipples perked from the cool air in the bathroom. Your cheeks heated up more as Marc's eyes bore onto your chest.
Marc could never get enough of your body. His eyes were always filled with amazement as if he was seeing your body for the first time again. "Yeah, but you got what you wanted, little slut so. . ." He trailed off as he brought two fingers against your chin, forcing you to look at him as he lowered his head to your level. "What does my little slut want now? There's no one around to flaunt your pretty pussy around beside me."
Your skin felt like it was on fire as the padding of his thumb brushed against your chin. His grip was tight on your chin as his dark eyes were narrowed at you. This wasn't like the other times when he was quiet and fucked you, no, he wanted to hear your every thought. To spill every shameless thought in his mind as well. This was the Marc you knew before he became Moon Knight.
"I want you to eat my pussy out. I want your tongue to make me cum as many times possible." You replied breathlessly as you rutted your hips against his, feeling his cock strain underneath his jeans. You whimpered feeling the contact of his clothed cock against you. "I want to see stars and pass out from your tongue."
Marc chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're going to be the death of me." He muttered. "You'll get what you want but first, I'll get what I want."
You rose an eyebrow at this feeling Marc tilt your head. His lips lowered to your neck as his teeth scraped against the underside of your neck. His tongue swirled around a specific spot that he knew would help stimulate your pussy. Now, you understood why he wasn't immediately going to your pussy. He was warming you up first to get you wet for him.
His mouth formed on a spot on your neck and begin sucking as his other hand trailed up to your bare breast. His index finger and thumb capture your nipple and begin to roll it between his fingers. You let out a soft gasp, rolling your eyes back as you rutted your hips against him.
Marc felt his cock harden as his mouth littered pinks and purple hues around your neck. Crescent-shaped markings formed around your neck as he harshly hit down against your neck. You let out a hiss as your fingers ran through his brown curls. "Marc." You whimpered out. The ache of wanting him inside of you grew as your pussy slicked with wetness.
Marc chuckled against your collar bone as his tongue gave a languid swipe. His tongue trailed down between the center of your breast as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees fell against the tile. His hands cupped your breast as he brought his mouth against your nipple.
You arched your back feeling his tongue twirl around your sensitive nipple. His teeth scraped harshly against the bud, biting softly down. You let out small whines of pleasure as with his other hand, the padding of his thumb grazed your stiff nipple. Slick coated the fabric of your underwear as your walls clenched around nothing. "Marc, please. I need your tongue." You begged.
Your blunt nails scratched his scalp as your hips wiggled around and your thighs clenched together, rubbing against another trying to stimulate pleasure. "Such a needy girl, you were always the impatient one." Marc teased, his voice muffled against your breast as he pulled away. The silvery string of saliva drooled from your nipple to his mouth. He pulled away causing a disconnect as he kissed alongside the center of your stomach, languidly trailing down.
His hands cupped the side of your thighs as he spread apart your legs. "I'm the impatient one?" You scoffed, glaring down at him. "I remember a time when you begged me to dominate you."
Marc's eyes darkened, gazing at you through his lashes. "And you will never get the pleasure again, seeing me beg for you." His voice was low as his fingers curled around the hem of your shorts, swiftly pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. Your bare glistening cunt presented in front of him, aching for him to touch. "But it's always a pleasure to see your pussy waiting to be touched."
"Fuck off."
"Oh, I could but then you would be the one begging for me to come back and fuck you properly." Marc retorted, one of his thumbs grazed your puffy clit causing you to suck in a harsh breath. "Isn't that right, baby?"
"Yes." You muttered feeling him languidly massage his thumb around your clit. He didn't put pressure on it. He was teasing you or maybe he was just enjoying going slow for once. Either way, you wanted him to go faster. "Marc, please go faster."
"Why should I? I'm enjoying seeing my wife squirm like a slut." Marc grinned up at you. It was true, Marc was completely enthralled by how you looked above him. And with the light cascading off your body, he truly thought you were beautiful.
"Because your wife is asking you to treat her like a slut and go faster."
Marc rolled his eyes. "You're a brat. You get on my nerves." He replied, applying pressure against your puffy clit like you asked. His thumb massaged your clit and you let out a moan, gripping the edge of the sink.
"But you love me for that." You countered. He only chuckled back a reply as his warm breath fanned against your cunt. He was teasing you, wanting you to beg for his mouth. Marc Spector was cruel in ways but he always knew how to make you beg. "Marc." You warned with a frown.
"You know what to do, sweetheart." Marc countered with raised eyebrows. He was so close to your clit but he refused to do what you asked. He refused until he heard those pretty words coming out of your mouth.
"Please, Marc. Please make me cum on your tongue or I will take off the ring again." You said sadistically with narrowed eyes.
Marc rose an eyebrow at you. "Oh, you're cruel. Fine, I'll give my slut what she needs." He removed his thumb away from your clit and his tongue swipe languidly causing you to squirm. His large hands roamed their way to your thighs, holding you in place.
His half-lidded eyes gazed up at you as his tongue glided around in a circular motion. His blunt nails scraped against the meat of your thigh. His tongue trailed around your pussy, capturing your slick. Marc let out a hum of satisfaction, his hums reverberated against your cunt causing you to rut your hips against his mouth.
Your fingers trailed along with his curls as your nails scraped his scalp. Breathless moans escaped your plump lips. The padding of his middle fingers grazes your walls as your pussy flutters feeling his finger brush against your entrance trying to pull him in. Marc pushed into two fingers inside feeling the warmth of your pussy around his fingers.
Slick coated his fingers as his mouth latched around your clit again, his tongue twirling around. His fingers disappeared in and out of your cunt, curling them inside hitting the spot you needed the most. "Marc." You whimpered out.
Your walls fluttered around his fingers as his tongue went side to side. Your thighs shook against his grip, crying out his name. Marc stared at you through his lashes, the ache in his jaw was throbbing but it was worth it seeing you gasp and moan above him. The squelching sound of your pussy echoed off the bathroom walls along with your whines of Marc's name.
Marc closed his eyes in contentment. Drool trickled alongside the corner of his mouth as your slick coated his chin. He was happy that you gave him another chance because he was in love with your pussy. The taste of it, how it fluttered around his fingers; and how it will eventually feel around his cock. And he couldn’t live without you.
"I'm close." You whimpered out. Your walls pulsated around his fingers violently as you thrashed above him. Your thighs shook from the build-up pleasure as his tongue circled around the same spot over and over again. "Marc." A cry rippled out of you as you released on his fingers but Marc was an overachiever when it came to your pleasure; he didn't stop.
He couldn't stop because he was addicted to you. Everything about you was addictive. His eyes gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes seeing sweat glisten off your body. Soft sobs escape your mouth as your thighs kept shaking from the over-sensitivity.
His hands tighten around your thighs, holding you in place. Series of cries flood his ear, multiple times. Marc truly lost count of how many times he made you cum. His fingers were completely drenched from your release. The slick trailed down his arm, dripping to his lap —drenching his jeans.
"I can't handle the pleasure anymore." You whimpered out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Please."
"You kept the ring on your finger." Marc lazily replied as his finger languidly went in and out of you. "So I get to make you cum as many times as I see fit. But since you asked nicely, I'll stop."
Marc removed his finger out of your pussy. The slick drooled from his finger to your cunt, once he pulled away the string of slick disconnected. He stood up and grasp your chin with his other hand. "You should taste yourself." His fingers inserted your mouth and you closed your mouth around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the padding of his fingers.
Your upper lip sucked the coated slick, closing your eyes in contentment. Marc felt his cock twitch in his pants seeing you suck off your release. Marc pulled his fingers away as he stared at you with a smile. "You look tired," Marc commented, brushing his thumb against your cheek, admiring you.
You shook your head. "No, I'm not. My pussy is aching for more."
"More?" Marc rose an eyebrow. "You're restless."
"I know. . .but I always thought of something we haven't tried yet." You captured your lip between your teeth.
Marc tilted his head. "What haven't we tried? Because we've tried bondage, food play, pain kinks, and among other things. I feel like we covered most sexual stuff."
"Yeah, we did all that but we're talking about making love this time and I think taking a shower together and making love in there is something we haven't done." You said sheepishly feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe it was a stupid idea. Maybe Marc was used to roughness, adventure, just pure fucking without love.
"Let me take care of you in the shower then." Marc smiled, bringing your face to his, and pressed his lips against yours. A sweet and tender kiss that you missed from Marc. He was a closed-off person, a person who was afraid to tell his emotions but his physical touches like his kisses, it was benevolent. It was his way of showing he loves you.
Marc helped you down from the sink counter. You felt you slick coat your inner thighs and you felt ready for a shower, and what was going to come in the shower. "Before we get in the shower, let me help you out of your clothes." You suggested, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he raised his arms up. You pulled his shirt off, gazing down to his sculpted muscles as they contradicted, flexing underneath the fluorescent lights. You shamelessly licked your lips, smiling at him. "I'm lucky I got a hot husband."
For the first time in a long time, Marc's tan cheeks turned red. "Shut up." He muttered, grabbing your face between his hands. The padding of his thumb traced along the bottom of your lips as he tilted his head down pressing a heated kiss, pushing your body backward against the shower's door.
Your fingers fumbled against his belt, pulling it out of the pant hole. You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, with the curl of your fingers; you tugged his pants and underwear down. Your back shivered from the coldness of the glass as Marc stepped out of his jeans and underwear.
With one of your arms, you pressed your hand against the door pushing it aside. Marc carefully walked you inside the shower as he pressed your body against the cold tile. His cock rested between your legs, brushing against your cunt as he rutted his hips against yours. A moan escaped your lips as your hand fiddled around the wall to find the shower knob.
With one quick motion, you flicked the shower water on and the cold water sprinkled against yours and Marc's bodies. You shivered from the cold water as you let out a gasp against Marc's mouth feeling the water pour against your face. You opened your eyes to gaze at Marc.
Water fell over his head, messily flatting his hair. Trickles of water fell against his broad chest, falling down to his prominent V-line. He looked like a god underneath the shower's water. The padding of your fingers roamed against his sculpted chest, brushing down the center of his stomach to his V-line.
Marc shuddered as you traced your fingers along with his V-line feeling the water run against your fingers. Gliding your fingers down, you wrapped your hand around his cock. Your thumb brushed against the tip as he let out a low moan, closing his eyes half-lidded and gazing at you. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby," Marc whispered, lowering his head against your bruised neck and kissing softly along your wet neck.
His wet brown curls brushed against your cheek as you pumped his cock languidly feeling it twitch underneath your hand. You threw your head back against the tile as his mouth harshly sucked against the open spots where he didn't create bruises. Your other hand roamed against his muscles, mapping out the curves as your hands curled around his shoulder, holding yourself.
"I want you, Marc. All of you. I want your love." You muttered against the shell of his ear. "Please, give me all of your love."
"Yeah? You want my love?" Marc whispered. "You want my cum inside of you? Dripping out of your needy pussy?"
"Yes, Marc." You whined out, pumping his cock faster hearing him groan against your neck.
"I'll give you what you need." Marc purred, pulling your hand away from his cock as he lifted himself away from your neck. Water droplets fell against his neck, trickling down softly. The water pressure hit against him beautifully as his hands gripped your waist, pushing you against the shower door. His hand roamed against your outer thigh causing you to shiver from his cold hands from the shower as he propped your leg around his waist.
His cock rested against your stomach as he panted gazing at you with admiration. "God, you're so beautiful." He muttered, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Do you prefer just me fucking you tonight or do you wish the others to join?"
You tilted your head as Marc rutted his hips languidly, brushing the underside of his cock against your clit. "I want all of you, Marc. Steven. Jake. Because I love every bit of you." You said quietly, brushing the padding of your thumb against his jawline. "I want you three to show me you love me. I want to feel all of your love, Marc."
Marc's lips tugged into a smirk as he shook his head. "Well, you're going to be sore in the morning, sweetheart." He commented, dragging his cock teasingly along your aching pussy as his tip tapped against your entrance. "Remember, you asked for this."
His cock sheathed into you with one quick rut of his hips. You let out a loud moan feeling his cock fill you up quickly to the brim. His lips found yours one again as your arms wrapped around his neck. The showered finally steamed with hot water, hitting against the side of you as you moved your hips against Marc's, meeting his pace.
Loud cries rippled from your mouth as his prominent hip bones rammed against yours at a rough pace. But this wasn't the usual rough pace of his after each argument. No, this was a rough pace where he's making sure you felt every ridge outlining of his cock going in you. Making sure that you knew that his cock belonged to you and only you. That his fulfilling promise of change was going to happen.
Marc was always a physical person with love and he was showing that with his pace. With his hot mouth against yours, his nose bumping against yours needy making sure you understand that he truly did love you. His hands roamed down against your body, mapping out every single detail that he loved about it.
Your back arched off the shower door as you pressed your breast against his broad chest. His hand roamed down your spine causing you to shiver as he pulled you closer to his body. His hand gripped around the curve of your ass and squeeze roughly. "You're not going anywhere because this pussy is all mine, got it?"
"Yes, sir." You muttered against his lips, letting out a whimper feeling his cock suddenly going inside of you slowly. The squelching sound of your overly wet pussy filled the air as his cock moved deep inside of you. You could feel every ridge of his length drag against your inner walls as his mouth formed around the bottom of your lip, biting down harshly.
You fluttered your eyes open seeing the water fall against his face as his eyes were half-lidded staring at you. "I love you," Marc said.
Your heart warmed as you genuinely smiled widely at him. "I love you too, Marc. And Steven. And Jake."
Marc chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as a throb in your core stretched as he plunged his cock back inside of you roughly. His prominent hip bones rammed against you as your cunt pulsated around his cock. He let out low moans, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted against your lips.
His blunt nails dug into the supple of your ass as you rolled your eyes back from the drunken pleasure from his cock. It wasn't only about pleasure but it was about the love he finally gave you that you longed for. "Are you all mine, baby?" Marc questioned against your lips as his hips fiercely paced against you.
You nodded. "Yes, I'm all yours. Forever, Marc." Your hand brushed against the nape of his neck. He could feel the cool metal of your ring brush against him. He smiled knowing that he hadn't messed up the relationship; that things could be mended if he tried. And he was going to try.
Marc couldn't get enough of you as he pressed his lips against your, needy. He was afraid that you were going to slip from his fingers again. And he took in his own drunken pleasure, mapping out every detail of your plump lips against his. An ache formed around your cunt as your walls pulsated around his cock rapidly. "I'm close, Marc."
"Cum for me, baby." Marc encouraged as he quicken his pace. His tip brushed against your cervix as he hit the same spot that he knew would make you cum quicker.
"What about you?" You breathlessly asked, meeting your hips against Marc's as pleasure was building in the pit of your stomach.
"Steven and Jake will do the job for me," Marc replied nonchalantly as he lowered his lips against the shell of your ear. "Now, cum, sweetheart."
Pleasure embedded throughout your body as a euphoric eruption filled your cunt. Your cunt pulsated around his cock as you let out a loud cry, releasing around his cock. Marc closed his eyes from the sensation of feeling your slick coat his cock as he let out a hum of satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take what you want from me."
You languidly rutted your hips against his as your euphoric high went down. Pants filled the shower as Marc lifted his head away from you. Staring at him with half-lidded eyes, his thumb brushed away wet strands of your hair as he pressed a gentle kiss against your mouth. "Now, who do you want next to fuck you?"
"Surprise me." You replied with a small smirk.
Marc rosed his eyebrows. "Hmm, we'll see who'll come out first." His eyes fluttered and you waited to see who would come out first. You were excited to see who was next. Steven, the precious man was the sensitive lover but when it came down to fucking; he was surprisingly rough. As if your pussy was the only thing and the world and he aimed to please.
And there was Jake. With his sexual movements, there was always a surprise when he fucked you. You never knew what Jake was going to do next when he fucked you. With either Steven or Jake, you didn't care who came out. You wanted to be with the both of them.
His eyes fluttered once again and from being with all three men for months, you could always tell who fronted. And this time it was Jake who fronted. "Hi, mi amor." He greeted.
"Hi, Jake."
"Your pussy is already ready for me?" Jake teased, roaming his hands up to your neck as he roughly squeezed the sides. "Marc was too boring fucking you, are you ready for real fun?"
"I had fun with Marc." You countered.
"Oh, did you?" Jake's eyes possessed jealously as he narrowed them. "Then you will be screaming my name then. And we will see if you actually had fun with Marc."
With his hand on your ass, he pulled his cock out. Suddenly, you let an ache from not feeling his cock inside of you anymore. Quickly, he pressed your body against his chest as he roughly brought his lips against yours. His teeth scraped the bottom of your lips as he bit down harshly.
You let out a hiss as blood trickled from the wound that Jake treated. He lifted his head away from you, using the padding of his finger to graze the blood and smear it around. "I always did love blood on you, Hermosa." Jake grinned darkly as his dark eyes shined underneath the water. "God, I can't wait to feel your pussy."
Jake turned you around and firmly pressed you against the shower door. Your breast pressed against the cool glass causing you to softly grasp from how cold it was. Your left cheek rested against the glass as Jake admired your ass. His cock rested between the swell of your ass as his hands roamed around the supple of your ass.
With another hand, his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance of your cunt. He fleshed out the soreness of your aching cunt as you whined under his touch. "Ssh, it's okay, mi amor. You asked for this. You asked for Marc's and mine cock, next will be Steven if he's up for it. Don't worry, I will go rough and I will take what's mine." Jake's voice soothed out velvety but the meaning behind his words held malice.
Marc promised you to make love but Jake didn't hold that promise. No, of course, he didn't; he just wanted to fuck you and show his own way of love. Jake keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock between the tight space of the plump of your thighs. He removed his hand away from your sensitive entrance as he roamed his hand up.
His hand glided between the curve of your ass, mapping out the plumpness to the center of your back. Goosebumps formed underneath the padding of his fingers as his hand snaked around your shoulder blade, to your neck.
Jake lowered his mouth against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I want you to scream for me, mi Amor. I want to hear your cries only for me. If you ever try to take that ring off again, you will have a harsher punishment next time. Got it?"
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry." You whimpered out feeling his cock head push against your sopping folds. The mild pearls of pre cum smeared alongside your thighs and cunt as Jake sheathed his cock harshly inside of your aching cunt without a warning.
As Jake promised, a scream rippled from your throat as you firmly placed your hands against the shower glass trying to hold yourself as his frantic pace made your body hit against the glass. Jake smiled widely hearing your screams already.
His hands clamped around your throat tightly as white heat slicked your body with sweat. "That's what I want to hear, mi amor." He muttered against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it as he pulled away, standing up straighter. The new change of pace from Marc to Jake was tremendous as you felt your legs shaking from how hard and fast his cock was going inside of you.
Every ridge of his cock wasted no space. He wasn't like a tease like Marc was. Jake wasted no time to edge you, he wasted no time to feel every pulsate of your cunt around him. Jake always got what he wanted, no matter what.
Water trickled down his chest, curving along the downside to his V-line. His body glistened underneath the fluorescent lights as water droplets dripped down his forehead from his brown curls. The jiggle of your ass bouncing against his prominent hip bones made Jake's eyes dilate at the sight. The cool shower water brushed against the heat of his skin, trickling down his prominent V-line.
The erupted screams filling the air, most likely waking up the neighbors was so worth it. His eyes flickered to the golden ring on your finger. He was wrong when he said you weren't his wife because you were all his. His world, his love, and his life. And to feel your walls pulsated around his cock, trying to milk to his release; Jake was lucky.
His eyes flickered to his reflection off the shower glass. Steven had his head back, moaning from the feeling of your pussy. Jake made sure that Steven was conscious during this fucking because he knew that Steven wouldn't join in the fun. Steven always the one to think of himself last and he knew you would be too tired after Jake fucking you, so Jake did a favor for Steven to make sure Steven could feel what he was feeling.
"Are you enjoying this, Steven?" Jake questioned.
Steven fronted for a moment, his hand squeezing your neck as he nodded. "Fuck, bloody hell. Yes." He moaned out. He pulled against your neck, pulling your back against his broad chest. He continued Jake's frantic pace as he pressed his forehead against your shoulder. "Fuck, darling. I'm sorry you waited for my arrival."
You raised your right arm, snaking the back of it around his neck. "Fuck, I missed you, Steven."
"I missed you too, darling," Steven muttered against your shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll have my turn soon. Jake is acting like a knob. I'll see you again soon, my love."
Jake rolled his eyes as he glided his hand against your thigh, holding it up as he went deeper inside of you again. Watching the water rush off your body enthralled Jake more, seeing the water trickle between the curve of your breast made Jake's eyes dilate. "I bet you had fun with Steven too, huh, little slut." Jake commented, shaking his head against the side of your neck.
"N. . .No." You lied.
"Don't you fucking dare lie to me," Jake commented, rutting his hips harshly against the swell of your ass. His hand glided from the side of your stomach, up between the valley of your breast to your neck. His large hand squeeze roughly as he forced your head back. "I could feel your pussy clench for Steven, I told you would be only screaming for me when I'm in control."
"I'm sorry." You blabbered out.
Jake sighed, shaking his head as his other hand roamed from your thigh to your sensitive clit. The padding of his thumb abruptly massages your clit causing you to cry out. "Jake please." You cried out. "It's too much."
Jake shook his head. "Nope, this is your punishment." The sneaky fucker set up the trap for you. He wanted you to enjoy Steven's fucking just so he could punish you. Jake Lockley was cruel in his own ways as well which excited you.
His thumb flicked around your clit side-to-side as you screamed his name out. The overwhelming pleasure was adding on from the water as it was becoming cold once again, hitting your body. Goosebumps formed around your body as your cunt pulsated around Jake's cock. The pleasure built up in your pussy as his cock sheathed inside of you frantically.
Your legs shook as you were getting close to your release. "I'm close." You cried out, resting your head back against his shoulder as Jake's tongue glided around the underside of your neck.
"Me too." Jake's teeth scraped your neck as his teeth bit down. Crescent-shaped formed on your neck as blood trickled out from a wound he created. You let out a hiss as tears formed in your eyes. The overstimulation of your pussy being abused from all three men was too much.
A euphoric pleasure took over your cunt as your thighs shook. A scream rippled from your throat as you cried out his name, releasing over his cock. Jake closed his eyes in contentment. "Fuck." He lowly moaned out, his cock twitched inside of you as he released his cum inside of you.
Jake rutted his hips languidly inside of you, making sure his cum stayed inside of you as he held you up with his hand around your neck. He removed his thumb away from your abused clit as he stopped rutting his hips. He let out a sigh of relief as he pulled his cock out of you.
The ridge of his length slowly left you causing you to whimper as slick coated his cock. Release drooled out of your cunt once he was fully outside of you. He stared and admired, watching the cum drip down to the tile of the shower. His eyes flickered to the reflection of the glass and saw Steven gazing down needy for a taste.
Jake sighed. "It's your turn, Steven."
Steven fronted, taking over as his knees fell against the harsh, cold tile. He shivered from the coldness as he brought his hand to your ass, pushing you against the shower glass. His tongue latched against your dripping cunt, twirling his tongue around the slick capturing the juices of you and Jake.
A whimper escaped your lips as your hands were firmly against the glass. "It's too much, Steven. Please." You whined out but it fell on death's ears as Steven just merely hummed, lapping his tongue in your entrance. His tongue prodding inside of your entrance feeling your walls pulsated around his tongue once again.
Steven closed his eyes as you shook above him, letting out broken sobs. You didn't know how many times you cum from the three men but it didn't seem like it wasn't going to ever stop tonight. His tongue curved inside of your cunt, mapping out each sensitive spot as his thumb massaged around your clit adding on to the pleasure.
Your body shook from how overstimulated you were. Your toes curled from the sudden pleasure as tears flooded your eyes. Steven was enjoying himself too much, tasting you and Jake as he swallowed the cum, humming at the taste. Steven was aiming to please and he always knew how to do a good job, pleasing you.
A cry ripples from your parted lips, his chuckles vibrate against your skin as his tongue frantically moves in and out of you. Trickles of slick and cum, coat against his chin, dribbling down the corner of his mouth. His skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves as his tongue lapped over the same spot in your cunt feeling your walls pulsate around his tongue.
"Steven!" You cried out, pressing your cheek harshly against the glass letting out sobs as tears coated your cheeks. You screwed your eyes shut as your thighs violently shook. "I can't cum anymore." You sobbed. "Please."
"Just one more, darling then I promise I'm done," Steven replied, brushing you against your clit; pressing it harshly adding that extra pleasure that you desperately needed. You shook your head but your body complied, as your ass stuck out for him. "Good girl."
You were in a daze as his tongue and thumb worked wonders around your cunt. Perhaps you never should have taken the ring off because the three men were putting on a show. Showing why you should have never taken it off. The pained sobs of the mental exhaustion from earlier washed away; all you could think about was Steven's tongue inside of you.
Drool dribbled down the tile as Steven felt you coming near your orgasm. Your cunt fluttered as your thighs shook, toes curling from the euphoric sensation building up. "Fuck, Steven." You cried out as the pleasure that built up, suddenly washed over you as your walls fluttered violently as you sobbed out. Slick coated his tongue making Steven close his eyes, humming at the taste licking up every last drop of cum he could taste.
Steven stood up, holding your waist as he softly turned you around to face you. Your mind-fucked dazed eyes gazed at him, half-lidded. A weak smile spread on your lips as you took in deep breaths. "Hiya." Steven greeted, back to his normal self. "It's a bit cold in the shower, innit?"
You nodded, barely able to speak. "Let me change the temperature for you, love." His fingers curled around the shower knob as he fiddled with it to change the temperature. Hot water began to come out again and he sighed in contentment feeling the water hit his chest. "Are you okay, darling? Today was a bit. . .of a mess."
"I'm. . ." Finding your voice again, you cleared your throat stepping closer to the water as Steven made room for you. "I'm okay. I'm just tired. . .what about you? We didn't get to have sex."
Steven shook his head as his index finger tapped your nose lightly. "Don't worry about me, love. You get to have me fully on Wednesday. Our little Moon Knight Wednesdays." He wiggled his brows. Steven started calling his day Moon Knight Wednesdays because he used the suit during the times of fucking. "I see that you're tired."
You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at the man. "And I feel gross even though we're in the shower."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that. Do you want me to wash you or. . ." Steven trailed off, trailing his fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He scratched the back of his wet hair as droplets of water fell over his forehead.
Under the water, Steven looked gorgeous. His soft brown eyes gazing at you, the tender smile tugging at the corner of his lips. The water cascaded down along his chest as the water was hitting from the back. "I want Marc to wash because I need to talk to him. We can have our shower fun on our Moon Knight Wednesdays." You teased.
Steven flushed as he nodded. He lowered his lips against your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss. His lips lingered there for a moment as he pulled away. His demeanor changed as Marc fronted, a soft smile played on his lips. "Come on, let's get you washed up while you talk to me."
You shuffled to Marc's spot as he switched spots with you. Marc grasp your shampoo and squirted a decent amount of substance on his hand. "Marc. . .I want you to tell me how you've been feeling about everything."
Marc stiffens as his hands rubbed together, then begin massaging your scalp. The liquid foam bubbled in your hair as Marc stared at your back. His eyes lowered to your back as he sighed. "I have to kill people." He muttered. "It's no different from before but I. . .I can't deal with it because I feel like a killer from when I killed my brother."
"You didn't kill him, Marc." You replied softly, closing your eyes as his fingers softly worked through your hair. "It was an accident."
"My mom thought differently," Marc murmured as his heart hammered in his chest. "She believed I killed him so I believe that as well. I harm people as Moon Knight. I harm you as myself because I'm scared of getting close to people." His voice cracked as his eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm just always so scared that I'm going to become my mother. I push you away because I'm just so afraid."
"Hey." You softly said, turning around to grasp his face between your hands forcing him to look at you. "It wasn't your fault. You will never become your mother. Never. You are Marc Spector, a person who secretly cares. A person who tries to hide himself from the world. You are beautiful. And you're my husband, I'm not going anywhere."
A smile widely played on your lips as tears flooded his eyes, falling down his cheeks. "Okay? I put on this ring and I vowed myself to you because you are my family. You are a piece of me that lives in me. My soul, my sadness, my grief, and most importantly, my love. I had nothing until I met you. Until I met Steven and Jake. We can get through anything because we're family, okay?"
Marc bit the bottom of his trembling lip as he contained back a sob. Tears trickled down the corner of your eyes. And for the first time, you cried together. There was no shame, no arguing, no judging. Just the two of you. "I'm so sorry." Marc broke down, pulling you closer, and buried his head at the crook of your neck. "I'm so sorry." He chanted many times as he sobbed loudly. "Ow, my eyes."
Marc pulled away as he tried to blink away the shampoo. "That ruined the moment, didn't it?" You weakly chuckled.
"It kind of did because my eyes aren't burning from emotions; they're in pain." Marc fanned his eyes. "Owww."
You laughed at him, as you stepped underneath the shower. "You didn't wash my hair, that's kind of on you, dude." You nonchalantly shrugged, wiping away your tears.
Marc sniffled as he blinked rapidly. "Yeah, that was on me. . ." He muttered with a soft smile. "I'm really sorry, baby. Thank you for staying with me. . . Jake says thank you as well."
"I will never try to leave again."
Marc smiled widely more as his hands gripped your hips watching the water pour over your shoulders. "Good because you're my world and I would kill the world for you. Don't ever try to leave again because you're my love as well. And I can't imagine a world without you." Marc pressed his forehead against yours as he brushed away wet strands of hair off your face. "I love you, Ms. Spector. . . And Ms. Grant. . .and Ms. Lockley."
"I love you too, Mr. Spector, Grant and Lockley."
There was silence for a moment. "Can you take me out for patrol?"
— STEVEN STARED AT THE GROUND, TERRIFIED. Many questions were lingering in his head as he rubbed his forehead, quickly standing up from the couch and begin pacing around the living room. "This doesn't make sense. It's me but it's not me." Steven muttered.
You furrowed your brows as you stood up. "Steven." You called out worriedly, reaching out to grasp the back of his shirt, tugging it softly to get his attention. "Steven."
"No, someone's having a laugh!" Steven suddenly shouted causing you to flinch from his outburst as he turned around gazing down at you with wide eyes. "I don't know who the hell those bloody good looking men are but I don't have brothers! I never had a brother. I would remember if I had a brother. . .did you know about this all this time?"
Steven was going through a series of emotions but the most prominent emotion he was feeling was hurt. "You know all this time of these people and you didn't think of telling me!" Steven shouted, stepping back from you as his eyes softened with hurt. "You didn't tell me?" His voice broke as tears filled his eyes. His lips trembled as he tried to hold back his emotions. "Darling, we tell each other everything. We've been together since you went to Law school. I thought we had no secrets from each other."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you fiddled with the hem of the long sleeves of Marc's sweater. "I swear, I thought they were your brother's!" Your voice strained holding back the lump forming in your throat. "They. . .They told me not to tell you! I thought it was because they wanted to surprise you with us meeting since I never met your brothers."
Steven never yelled at you, ever, during the relationship. You were confused as well that he said he had no brothers. You weren't imagining them at all, you know you saw them. You were just with Marc not that long ago. And you were with Jake in the morning. All of this was strange.
Steven abruptly brushed past you as he started muttering to himself. He knelt down, frantically looking through the bookshelf to search for something. "I know it's here somewhere." He grumbled, throwing books harshly over his shoulder.
Desperately, you tried to catch the books because you knew how precious his books were to him and you didn't want him regret throwing his books in the heat of the moment. Steven carelessly threw his books more aggressively, you let out a yelp feeling a book hit your face. You bit the bottom of your lip trying to hold back a pained shout. "Finally," Steven said as he brushed past you again without looking at you as he slammed a photo album against the dining table.
You shakily got up to put the books on the couch as you felt your lip throb from the pain of a book hitting you. Instantly, you regretted your decision of trying to catch his books for him. "Ah-ha!" Steven shouted, grasping the album in both his hands as he outstretched the album in front of you. His index finger rapidly tapped a certain photo. "I told you, I don't have brothers. It's just me."
The photo contained a baby Steven Grant as spaghetti was over his hands and messily on his mouth as he smiled widely at the camera trying to grab the camera with his messy hands. The picture was adorable but once he started to flip through the photos, it was just of him. No one else was in the photos.
You furrowed your brows staring at the photos as you glanced back at Steven trying to ignore the pain of your lip throbbing. "Steven. . .I have no clue who's Jake and Marc." You muttered with wide eyes.
Steven closed the photo album harshly as he slammed it against the table again. His hands were firmly planted on the table as he let out a deep sigh. He brought his hand and ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a laugh. "Obviously, love. You do know Marc and Jake because those photos you have on your celly. . ." Steven stayed silent.
You stood there feeling a tremendous amount of guilt. Everything felt like it was your fault, your gut told you to tell Steven, and to see him crumble from this confusion made your chest tighten. "I swear, Steven. . . I thought they were your brothers." You muttered.
Steven turned around as his eyes glistened with tears. "And you're still wearing Marc's sweater!" He shouted, letting out a dry chuckle. His jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes at you, and a tear slipped down. "If Marc and Jake are me then that explains everything! The blackouts. Why I'm always so fucking tired. Randomly waking up in places I shouldn't be. Everything makes so much sense."
You shrugged off the sweater and threw it on the couch. "I'm sorry-"
"Get out."
"What?" You breathed out, stepping closer to Steven trying to reach out to him but he pulled away. "Steven."
You wanted to plead with him. Beg him to understand that you didn't know that Marc and Jake weren't his brothers. That you've been lied to and deceived. You didn't know if someone was impersonating Steven or there were doppelgänger versions of him but there was no way you could convince him of that.
Steven was hurt that you kept Marc and Jake a secret. That you've been lying for a while, he didn't know how long you've been lying to him but his heart swelled with pain. The person that he loves and trusts the most lied to him about this. "No." Steven stepped back away from you, keeping his distance as he shook his head, holding his hand up. "No. I honestly can't stand to be around you right now. I'm hurt. Hurt by you knowing this."
Your lips trembled and your eyes watered as he continued. "No wonder you're a lawyer. All you lawyers ever do is bloody lie. God, no wonder I was easily convinced because you used your lawyer's deception and lies." Steven let out a dry chuckle and then pointed at the door. "Get out. I don't want to see you right now."
"Okay." You pressed your lips into a thin line ignoring the sheering pain of your lip from it being hit by a book as a small tear fell from the corner of your eye. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand feeling the blood wipe off from your lip. "I'm. . ." You stopped yourself from apologizing as you shook your head. "I didn't know, Steven. I would never use my lawyer skills to deceive you. I would never do anything to harm you."
You walked towards the door and grasp the door knob. You looked at Steven one last time seeing a tear fall on his cheek. Desperately, you wanted to go to Steven to hug him and help him find out who Marc and Jake but you knew when to quit. When to not interfere or meddle in any business. When the "case" was closed and in this case, you knew not to stay around.
You didn't say a word as you left the room and finally, you let out a broken sob walking towards the elevator to go anywhere to get your mind off your boyfriend.
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Steven shakily sat down on the couch but he sat on his books. He furrowed his brows as he lifted from the couch to look at the books. He realized that in his fit of hurt and rage that he threw his books. He frantically picked up his book to see if he damaged it but there wasn't any damage except on the corner of one book, he saw blood.
Steven creased his brows as he stared at the book. He lowered it down on his lap as he glanced towards Marc's sweater as well. Tears fell down from the corner of his eyes as he closed them. In the solemn silence of having a few moments to himself, the sudden pain of guilt filled his heart. He shouldn't have yelled at you like that, he shouldn't have accused you of using your lawyer skills against him.
Steven felt more terrible. Although he still felt concerned about Marc and Jake, whoever they may be. His concern lay more with you. But he knew he needed some time alone to process what happened. He wobbled to get up as he gently toss his book back on the coffee table, and walked over to the bathroom. His head was beginning to hurt as his eyes stung from his tears.
Steven flicked on the light as he rubbed his eyes from the brightness. Upon learning about Marc and Jake, he realized that the day he thought was currently the date was a day ahead. A blackout happened and one of the other two must have taken over. He didn't want to believe something absurd as a doppelgänger version of himself but rather, there were two of him living inside of him.
Steven turned on the facet and begin splashing water on his face and over his eyes. "Steven, you fucking idiot." A Chicago accent called out to him.
Steven stood up quickly, wiping his face with the hem of his sleeve trying to look for the voice. "Hello?" He called out, looking around the bathroom but the voice didn't come again. He rubbed his face as he let out a dry chuckle. "[Name] leaves for not even ten minutes and I'm already going bonkers without her."
"He really is a fucking idiot." This time was a thicker, New Yorker accent.
Steven turned around frantically to look for the voices but there was no one there but him. From the corner of his eye, in the long three-way mirror, he saw two shadows move. He jerked his head towards the mirror to see if he could catch the people in the mirror moving but there was him.
Steven rubbed the back of his eyes again as he saw something shining in the mirror. A golden necklace loosely hanging around his neck. He remembered that you said that this was Marc's necklace. His fingers brushed against the cool metal as he narrowed his eyes in the mirror. "I know you're there. . .Marc or Jake?" Steven called out, lowering his hand from his necklace and gripping the edge of the sink, leaning closer to the mirror. "You have nowhere to go now since you've been exposed, yeah."
Steven waited for a response. His eyes trained on the three-way mirror, glancing at all three mirrors as he tried to see his reflections move. "I know you're there," Steven said through gritted teeth. "There's no reason to hide anymore. Come out."
"Honestly, Steven." A voice said from the side of him. Steven jumped back and looked at the reflection. The left reflection moved as dark eyes bore into his. The person in the mirror's shoulders was tense and his jaw was tight. "Why the hell did you take your anger out of [Name]?"
"Which one are you? Marc or Jake?" Steven snapped.
"Marc," Marc replied with narrowed eyes. "Who cares who the hell I am. Why did you kick [Name] out?"
"My God, I've gone mental." Steven let out a harsh chuckle, shaking his head as he glared at the mirror. "I kicked her because she lied to me about knowing you two. By the way, where's the other bugger at?"
"No me llames así y eres un estúpido por dejarla ir," Jake replied. His eyes were harsher and rougher than Marc's were. His jaw was tense while he shook his head at Steven. Don't call me that and you're stupid for letting her go.
"I don't speak Italian," Steven replied looking over to Marc, pulling off the necklace that was around his neck, and holding it tightly in his fist as he outstretched his hand to the mirror, ignoring Jake's profanities. "Are you laughing now, Marc? Because of you two, whoever the hell you bloody handsome guys are, [Name] left!"
Jake let out a scoff as Marc rolled his eyes at Steven. "No, she left because of you!" Marc shouted suddenly making Steven flinch. "You let her leave. You were being an asshole, Steven. Truly, she didn't know that Jake and I were in you. She thought we were your brothers. And you're fucking stupid for believing that she was lying to you about that. We asked her not to tell you. We ask her to keep it a secret from you."
"And to be honest, Steven." Jake inputted, pressing his lips into a thin line as he rubbed his chin, glancing over to Marc in the other mirror. "Your girlfriend is a lawyer but she might be the most oblivious lawyer I ever met. I don't know how she didn't figure out there were three of us in one body."
Steven scowled, rolling his eyes. But he didn't say anything. Marc was right, you left because of what Steven said and did. This was his fault. His lips turned into a frown as his eyes lowered to the sink. The necklace slipped through his fingers, and the clanking of the necklace filled the air as Steven closed his eyes. All he felt was guilt for shouting at you. All because he was scared and angry.
"And you hurt her," Marc spoke harshly.
Steven looked up with furrowed brows. "I know I hurt her. . ." He ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he closed his eyes again, letting out a deep sigh. "I hurt the one person who loves me. . .the one person that always forgives me for everything. And I told her to get out, alone out there. Oh, bollocks, in the middle of the night too."
"Stupid, you hurt her physically," Jake replied on the right side of the mirror as he leaned in. "You hurt our girl."
"Your girl?" Steven scoffed but the realization settled in him. He hurt you physically? He would never lay his hands on you. He couldn't and wouldn't so what did Marc and Jake mean that he harmed you physically. "What do you mean I hurt her?" He whispered. "I would never-"
"Steven, you saw the blood on the book," Marc said. "Think about your little fit and what happened."
Steven thought back to when he was scared. He was throwing the books around to find the photo album of him as a baby to prove it was only him and he was throwing the books around carelessly. He heard a faint small gasp and didn't look twice at you. He must have hit you with the book on accident because he remembered too when you were talking that your lips barely touched together and you were wincing.
You wiped off something on your face as well. It must have been the blood. His eyes widened realizing that he in fact did hit you on accident with the book. "No, no, no. It was an accident, I swear." His voice broke, pleading with the two as they stared at him harshly. "I was so scared. I was just terrified to see that there were other me's and that I wanted to prove to her that I wasn't crazy or lying. . .oh, bollocks. I hope she doesn't think I did that on purpose. I would never harm her."
"Yeah? But you did." Jake retorted, crossing his arms. "You hurt our precious girl. Instead of confronting us earlier, you pointed your stubby fingers at her and yelled at her. Now, who the fuck knows where she is. Who knows where the fuck she could be. She might be hurt, hell, even killed and it would be all your fault, Steven."
Steven shook his head frantically. "No, I have to fix this. I'm going to find her and apologize. I will deal with. . ." He gestured his hand around before he sprinted to the doorframe to run out of the flat. "Whatever this is. . .I'm just scared."
"Steven, we promise to explain everything," Marc said and for once during this conversation, he gave him a soft expression. "But you have to find her. She's walking the streets alone at night. Anything could happen to her."
"Yeah, yeah." Steven nodded, flicking off the lights as he ran out of the flat. His mind no longer was scared about the people living in his head, he was more terrified at the idea of you being harmed alone out there. And he wasn't going to allow that to happen.
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You walked down the empty streets of London as your arms were crossed. You were shivering from how cold you were. You didn't understand how summer nights could get this cold still. But the coldness stained your cheek flushing away the tears. You couldn't cry anymore and you didn't want to blame yourself for what happened.
Your lip felt swollen and the blood was dried, cracking underneath the chilling weather. You could barely move it and it stung each time you pressed your lips together. It was scary to see Steven yelling at you. This type of yelling was different than a courtroom. You didn't mind getting yelled at in a courtroom, your mentor (Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson) used to do it to you all the time so you could get used to it but this type of yelling was hurtful.
You just never expected it from the one person you loved most in the world. You felt stupid for believing that the three of them were separate people. You were a lawyer for god sake and you couldn't pick up the clues that they were in the same body? And made it worse was how you felt for Marc and Jake, was it cheating having some sort of unknown feelings for Marc and Jake? You didn't know.
It was a weird and confusing situation. And it was something you didn't know how to approach. Walking down a dark street, you instantly knew it was a terrible idea. You turned around to leave the area but you bumped against something. "I'm sorry." You quietly said but there wasn't a response.
You looked up as you stepped back. A gun was pointed at your head, barely centimeters from your forehead. Your body froze from the instant fear of a gun being near your head. Your eyes widened as your chest heaved. "I don't have any money or my phone on me." You said patting your body as if the man was patting your body to find your belongings. "I have a. . .I think a candy in my bra actually if you want that. I swear I don't have anything." You rambled trying to distract the man who stared blankly at you.
"Hmm, I heard you were the girl of Moon Knight but I didn’t think he would have chose a stupid girl." The man replied, pressing the barrel against your head.
You furrowed your brows. "Who?"
"Moon Knight." The man said with raised brows. "I was sent to kill you. The courtesy of Harrow. You're lucky you not going to be kidnapped and tortured for knowing Moon Knight. Be grateful your life will be ended quickly."
You couldn't speak, you were utterly baffled. You prayed that Steven was looking for you, that someone, anyone would come to rescue you. But seeing how the man was pressing his finger against the trigger, your luck was running low. And you didn't know if anyone was going to save you. You sucked in a harsh breath as you squeezed your eyes shut waiting for the trigger to be pulled.
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Steven ran to the usual spot you went to when you were sad. The pathway to the park to go on a swing to clear your mind. His legs burned from how fast he was running and it didn't help having Marc and Jake screaming in his head that something was wrong. He knew something was wrong because he felt it as well.
Steven quickly turned the corner and there he saw a man pointing a gun at your head. His eyes widened but then, suddenly, fluttered. His eyes rolled back to his head and the suit was summoned. The black mummy-esque formed around Jake's body, he didn't wait to for it to fully form as he was already at the man, grabbing his neck with his large hand and throwing him to the ground. A shot rang out and Jake started beating the man without hesitation.
His fist kept colliding with the man's face as he heard bones shattered under his hand. He didn't stop. He couldn't stop. All Jake was saw red. No one touches his girl. No one threatens you. And if anyone dared to, he would kill them. You stared at the scene with wide eyes, stumbling to the floor as you cradled your arm to your chest.
You stared at the figure beating your attacker until he was dead. Blood poured underneath the man's body as it trickled down the sides of the figure's cape. You saw part of the man but you couldn't recognize the attacker's face. His face was practically gone. You were in so much shock at what was going on. "Who. . ." You trailed off.
The figure stopped punching as he stood up. Blood dribbled down his fist, pouring onto the cement as he turned to you. The mummy-esque mask formed away and your eyes widened more seeing Steven. "Steven?" You called out.
"No, mi amor," Jake called out, turning towards you. His eyes were dilated gazing at you. He killed a man but he was perfectly calm. You don't know if you should be scared or not but your arm was hurting badly. "Are you okay?"
"I. . ." You trailed off watching Jake kneel in front of you. Your heart was beating rapidly as your senses finally came in. Your arm felt like it was on fire. The sheering pain of something uncomfortable.
Jake grasp your hand in his. His eyes flickered to your hand covering something but he saw blood pouring out underneath it. His eyes widened as he grabbed your hand and pulled it away from your arm. Your upper arm was grazed with the bullet, luckily it didn't hit you. You lowered your gaze from him and looked at your arm.
You silently gasped. "Jake?" You called out, looking at him.
"Fuck." Jake let the mummy suit dissolve away as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric off in a single tear. He frantically wrapped the fabric around your bleeding wound. "We need to get you back home."
"Where's Steven?" You questioned. Your voice begin to slur as Jake grasp your other arm and helped you up. "Is. . .he okay? Are you okay?"
"Don't worry about us. We need to go back home now, mi amor." Jake replied, his arms picked you up, carrying you. Your cheek pressed against his chest as your legs dangled limply in the air. His heart rapidly pounded against his ear as your eyes were fluttering. "Just listen to my heart. It beats for you, mi amor. It will always beat for you."
Your eyes glistened with tears as you pressed your ear hardened against his chest. Your lips curled into a pout as Jake begin to run to the nearest car to steal. "Your boobs are hurting me." You lightly teased trying to keep yourself from falling asleep. "Your boobs are bigger than mine, it's not fair."
". . .they're not boobs. They're pectorals." Jake grumbled, using his foot to kick a window on a car. The glass broke underneath his foot as he settled you down on the pavement and unlocked the car.
Standing with a blurry vision, you waited for Jake. Jake quickly haywire the car and help you inside. His thumb gently stroked your face as your eyes fluttered from the amount of blood you were losing. "You're going to be okay, mi amor," Jake said. “I promise.”
“Okay.” You whispered. There was a certain amount of trust you felt and many questions that ran through your head. You softly closed your eyes as Jake went to the driver's seat and talked to you throughout the whole way home to keep you awake.
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Jake’s fingers grazed you softly with a cotton swab as with his other hand he stitched your wound closed. His dark eyes flickered to your face. A frown was curled on your lips as you stared at him. “I know I’m handsome, mi amor but you’re making me nervous,” Jake commented.
“I’m sorry. . .” You muttered. “Are you secretly a doppelgänger that came here to eat my brains?”
Jake stayed silent for a moment as he wiped off the rest of the blood. “Yes.”
“Jake!” Steven hissed from the reflection of the three-way mirror. Steven was lucky that Jake was fronting at the moment because he couldn’t handle what was going on. His anxiety was reaching through Jake and was making him nervous more than he felt like he was.
Your’s eyes slightly widened as Jake had a smile crept on his lips. “You know for a lawyer, you’re gullible.” Jake retorted.
“I’m a really good lawyer though.” You muttered shaking your head. He quietly laughed as you stayed quiet gazing at the man. It was hard to look at him because you couldn't look at him without seeing Steven’s hurt expression that lingered in your mind. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” Jake finished cleaning you up and threw away the blood tissues in the garbage can.
“Why?” You muttered out angrily, jumping off the bathroom counter and stomping towards the living room. Jake followed you quickly behind you as you turned around to face him. “Why did you deceive? Why did you make me lie to Steven for months? Who exactly are you, Jake? Are you really Jake Grant? Is Marc even Marc Grant?”
Jake shook his head. “No. . .” He sighed heavily as he looked towards the nearest reflection. “It will be easier if Marc explains.”
You crossed your arms and waited for Marc to explain. Jake fluttered his eyes as Marc took over to front. His demeanor changed immensely as it was slightly softer than Jake’s demeanor. Marc lowered his gaze to the floor as he walked over to the couch to sit down. He softly patted the spot next to him.
You stride to the couch to sit next to Marc waiting for him to explain. His heart rammed against his chest as he nervously tugged on the hem of his shirt. “My name is Marc Spector.” He began. “I. . . I have serious problems.” He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “I have this disorder. Dissociative Identity Disorder. Jake and Steven, they’re my alters. We live in the same body. And I lied to you for months because I wanted Steven to have a normal life.”
“A normal life away from whatever the hell Jake turned into?” You questioned with raised eyebrows. “What are you? Who is Moon Knight?”
Marc nodded. “You don’t want to know, [Name]. I promise to explain it soon. . .” He trailed off, inhaling a sharp breath. “But Jake and I saw how well you took care of Steven. How much you loved him. And we just wanted to meet you by pretending we were his brothers.”
“Steven never knew of you or Jake?” You asked with soft eyes. This explains everything from why Steven had random blackouts. When he randomly disappeared for days and came back without a clue where he was at.
Marc shook his head. “No,” Marc replied. “We never meant to hurt you or Steven. We meant to keep it a secret until. . .until I was ready to tell Steven. To tell you. But it all came crashing down and you almost lost your life.” He suddenly stood up as he clenched his fist. “I should have stopped months ago. I should have stopped when the first thought came. You getting hurt was my fault.”
“Marc. . .”
“No, this is my fault for falling in love with you.” Marc chuckled dryly as he rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb. “I should have stayed away.”
“What?” You asked breathlessly with wide eyes. “What did you say?”
Marc froze. His eyes lingered to the mirror to see the look of betrayal on Steven. His brows furrowed as his eyes were wide staring at Marc. Well, everything was coming out on the table so Marc was going to tell you everything. “Jake also fell in love with you. That’s why we kept coming around. That’s why we asked you to not to tell Steven about us. . .we were selfish and wanted time with you.”
“But we betrayed Steven during the process of falling in love with you,” Marc replied, his eyes weren’t on you. His eyes were focused on the mirror staring at Steven who shook his head at Marc.
You sat there quietly and you fiddled with your fingers. “I. . .I want to speak to Steven.” You said. “Please.”
Marc looked at Steven. Steven breath hitched in his throat as he hesitated to reply. Marc knew how nervous Steven was and to confront you after everything that happened but he had to talk to you. He nodded his head and Marc allowed Steven to take over the body.
Steven’s eyes fluttered open as he turned around. He stood there awkwardly standing. His eyes lowered to your wound on your lip then on your arm. His eyes blurred with tears as he strode towards you. His hands cupped your cheek as his thumb grazed your cheek. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, love.” His voice wavered as it cracked into a sob. “I didn’t mean to hit you with a book. I’m sorry I kicked you out. I’m sorry about everything.”
Steven pressed his forehead against yours as tears streamed down his face. “I’m so sorry about everything.”
You shook your head. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Steven murmured, shaking his head as he pulled his head back away from you. “This-” he gestured around your face and arm “-was all my fault. I took out my frustrations and fear on you. I shouldn’t have, love. You almost died because of me.”
“No.” You replied placing your hands onto of his, gently stroking the back of his hand. “The man tried to kill me, not you. Don’t blame yourself. But I have to say, my love, don’t ever yell at me like that again.”
“Got it,” Steven replied quickly. “I’m sorry I yelled at you and hurt you. . .is your lip okay?”
“It hurts but I’ll be okay.” You leaned against his hand and closed your eyes. “I’m okay.”
“I thought I was going to lose you,” Steven muttered sadly. His fears almost came true. He almost did lose you if it wasn’t for Jake. Jake rescued you and you were only left with a slight grazing from the bullet. Nothing more. It could have ended worse and that’s what Steven feared. That he would have lost you forever and his last words would have haunted him forever.
But that wasn’t haunting him at the moment. What was haunting him was Marc’s confession. He confessed that he and Jake loved you. What was he supposed to do with that information and yet, what were your feelings towards Marc and Jake?
“What’s on your mind?” You asked softly, bringing your hand against his cheek to wipe away his tears.
“Do you love Marc and Jake?” His voice was barely above a whisper but you heard him clearly.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you pressed your lips into a thin line. Your heart hammered against your chest and you knew of the answer but you didn’t know if Steven would like the answer. “Darling?” Steven questioned seeing your hesitation. “You. . .love them, don’t you?”
“I do.” You confirmed softly. “But not on the level that I love you but I do.”
“Oh.” His voice was full of dejection but there wasn’t a lace of hurt. His gaze lowered as he closed his eyes. He didn’t know what to do about this situation. He didn’t know how to feel about you loving Marc and Jake. Was this betrayal? Was this meant to hurt? Because he didn’t feel hurt, he didn’t feel angry. He felt nothing.
And feeling nothing was worse than feeling everything. Steven wished he could feel something but he couldn’t. He opened his eyes to see you gazing at him worriedly. “Steven, say something.” You quietly begged.
“I don’t know what to say,” Steven replied truthfully. “It doesn’t matter at the moment that you love them. All that matters is that you’re okay. Let me make up to you, anything you desire I will give you it but please, I don’t want to think about you loving my alters.”
Your heartache hearing Steven. The tremendous amount of guilt tightened your chest. “Can we just cuddle and watch early two-thousand chick flicks?” You quietly asked avoiding his gaze. There were many questions left unanswered because a man was sent to kill you. After all, you know Moon Knight. Marc never answered your question about what Moon Knight is and quite frankly, you were shaken up seeing Jake kill a man to death with his fist.
Steven nodded and pulled you to the couch. He laid down on the couch first and pulled you down to lay on him. Your head rested against his chest and you heard his heartbeat. The slowing silence of his heartbeat softly against your ear. His heart was breaking and he refused to acknowledge it and the guilt swarmed terribly.
Steven didn’t hear Marc or Jake talk. They were silent and didn’t try to bother him. He knew that they wanted to front to confront you about your confession but Steven wasn’t going to allow it. He wanted to be in his delusions that they didn’t exist. That you didn’t love them. But the confrontation will come sooner or later.
Eventually.
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Perhaps a part three but I’m not sure. I might end it with angst lmaooooo but I think this imagine is alright. I just wanted it out before I go on vacation.
Goddamn it came here for the smut and got hooked on the damn story and now I’m invested lol. Also every time I hear this song I think of the Resentment series
https://youtu.be/evny_w98PjI
Thank you for liking the series and I just listened to the song and my god it has the same vibe. Now I'm hooked on the song 😭
Oscar Issac • Marc Spector | Steven Grant| Jake Lockley
You as the reader || Princess [Name]
Zayn Malik as Prince Ali
Note: Every other character is up to your imagination!
Also from the playlist. I like to imagine the "Across the stars" song is how you see Marc when you fall in love with him. And "Princess Leia theme" is how Marc sees you when he falls in love with you.
This fic will be very angsty because I'm taking a more serious approach to Marc's mental health which dives deeper. If you listen to "It's just a burning memory" I feel like that would be Marc's mental state during this fic.
Of course there will be fluff scenes but his mental health is important to write about and humanize!
