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Summary: Marc, Steven and Jake learn the valuable lesson of teamwork, with all of their qualities combining you surely wonโt want to leave by the time you wake up. ๐
Warnings: Smut, stalking, perv behavior, manipulation, angst, Jake is mean (there are implications that reader is on the plump n juicy side ๐ ), breeding kink, drugging, kidnapping
A/n: Xลchi! What a cute name, I personally have a fish named Guillermo. Might be foreshadowing idk ๐ค. No cus... this is where everything goes completely bonkers yโall.
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โYou got this.โ, you say against his chest.
โYouโre gonna get the job and you're going to kill it.โ
Steven stares at himself through the mirror. His fingers adjust his collar, you pat him on the shoulder.
You look at Steven, except Steven doesnโt look at you back. Instead, he watches from the mirror. You smile, Steven grimaces.
Marc looks at you as if you held the world in your hands. Even as you called him incompetent at dressing himself, he stared at you in awe. Straightening his tie, you pinch his shoulder.
โI really hope you get this, Steven.โ
Marc grimaces now, but he covers it up quickly. Heโs suddenly in your arms, your head hidden in his neck. In your embrace he stares at Steven. He smirks.
โYou deserve this so much. I know you do.โ You rub his back soothingly. He practically melts at your touch.
โYour passionate about what you do. Itโs the next step.โ
โโโโโโโโโโ
โI didnโt get the job.โ, he says quietly.
You stop what you were doing abruptly. You stare up at him from the bed, putting your book on the bedside table without even marking the page.
He shuffles closer and up the steps, glancing at the tank now housing two goldfish, courtesy of you asking him why there was so much tank for just one fish. He named it after you, and parts of your favorite exhibits in your tours. Xลchi.
Xลchi and Gus.
Gus and Xลchi.
He didnโt even notice you stand. Your worried look overwhelms him. Heโs kind of shut off at the moment. Someone else takes the lead for now.
The whole night was spent holding him in bed, feeling him play with your shirt and hair, and cooing at him.
He was oddly at peace with it. Almost as if he didnโt care at the moment. You were babying him for a while, you couldnโt help it, you knew that he was hiding his hurt deep inside.
โYa, amor. Estoy bien.โ, he mumbles against your skin. You rinse soap from his head.
โI know you're not, Steven.โ
He frowns genuinely at the name.
โSee.โ, you reaffirm.
You rub your thumb against his bottom lip.
โYou're pouting.โ, you say lightly.
He buries his head against your shoulder, shrugging your hand from his face. He groans loudly, elongating it with a whine.
You chuckle.
โโโโโโโโโโ
โWhy are you so quiet. Steven.โ
He doesn't respond.
Itโs been weeks since he was turned down. He would have periods in which he would stay in complete silence. Watching you cook, watching you read, watching you shower or bathe. You didnโt mind it.
He looked very focused when he did so. You almost thought that if you broke him out of it, he was going to implode.
You got used to him in his state of silence. If anything, it just made you slight uneasy. You let him be when he would clench his jaw, when his brow would furrow, causing him to seem as if he was in a state of frustration.
The sex was definitely something. It was accompanied with rough touches, groans and grunts. His hands squeeze you, forming bruises along your body.
You thought you were seeing two sometimes. He would be so soft, so gentle. You loved it when he called you love, when he was a dork and fumbled around like a baby deer. He just acted so sure of himself sometimes, much more tense, he acted so different.
Heโs been starting to act much more not Steven lately. At least not the Steven you met a couple of months ago.
โโโโโโโโโโ
Jake is a master of deception. He loves to see you question yourself. He liked to watch you squirm.
What do you mean he told you he was going to pick you up after your late shift? What do you mean he was acting strange? What do you mean you were getting confused by his erratic behavior?
He covered his tracks with words of love. Whispered into your ear and hushing your doubts. He liked fucking you hard, making you cum so much that your words and thoughts turned to babble.
You always forgot the chastising jokes, the hurt you felt as he purposely laughs out of his lack of care.
The way that whenever you mentioned it to him, he ignored you by kissing and whispering praises.
You didn't like when he mentioned something you didn't like about yourself and made a joke at your expense. When he laughed at the fact that you try chuckle it off.
โEl gimnasio, no?โ The Gym, no? he says as he walks by you, slapping your ass loudly and squeezing.
You stare at him; not sure you heard what he said correctly. You feel a pang of hurt.
โW-what?โ
He squeezes again, mesmerized by the way your legs jiggle.
"El gimnasio, has unos abdominales, unas sentadillas..." The gym, some curl ups, squats...
So you did hear him.
โMe gusta mi carne con un poco de gordo de todos modos.โ I like my meat with a little fat anyway.
You didnโt know if you were supposed to appreciate it or not. What he said was mean and he gave you a backhanded compliment?
โSolo estoy jugando.โ I'm just playing, he chuckles when he sees your hurt look.
He cups your cheek. You frown.
โTe quiero. Nunca te quiero hacer daรฑo, eh? Solo era un chiste mi vida.โ I love you. I would never want to hurt you, right? It was just a joke, my love.
You still looked unsure. He knew how insecure you were about that. Steven knew and he told you his own.
His hands move lower and towards the front of your loose sweatpants. Your eyes flicker hesitantly between his face and his fingers now tracing over your cunt.
His mouth slots against yours and you cry out as his fingers plunge into you. You didnโt know why you pushed it away so quickly. You shouldnโt have. But when he made you pulse around him, and knees wobbled from the intensity.
You seemed to forget entirely.
Especially when he collected your wetness on his fingers and sucked it off in front of you. Groaning as his tongue swirled.
You couldnโt help but feel like the sexiest girl in the world as he stared at you with half lidded eyes and shiny lips with your cum.
He liked that he was able to bring you down as much as he could bring you back up again.
This wasnโt the sweet and caring Steven you knew. That Steven only pops up on occasions.
โโโโโโโโโโ
He thrust up into you languidly, you meet his hips with your own. He liked the way you clenched around him in this position.
โYes love, keep going.โ, he whispered.
โUse me darling, for your pleasure.โ, he groaned into your neck.
He liked to have you on top, with a full set on. He liked to pull it aside and watch as his cock drives into you. He liked the way the fabric complimented your skin, how it clung to your body.
How dirty it felt as he rearranged it back against your cunt and watches as his cum oozes from you in pulses against the panties.
He pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, creating a suckling motion that makes your back arch and more of your breast to press up against his face.
It somehow felt better, the rough texture of the lingerie creating a new friction against you. Though it almost always led to chaffing.
Which he later applied salve to, tenderly.
โMmm, love. Imagine these bigger.โ
You frown, but his thrusts upwards get more aggressive.
โI want to suck them and drink from you, my love.โ
โW-what?โ
He pulls from your breasts, his hand replacing his mouth quickly and holding the weight of them in his palm. His mouth was glossy from his own saliva and his chin was covered in drool.
โThey would look absolutely stunning full and plump now, wouldnโt they?โ, he murmurs to himself quietly.
He continues his thrusts. Now completely losing his rhythm.
โI should do it. S-saw her first.โ, he groans.
โSteven- what?โ
He groans, it sounded painful. You stop moving against him.
โYou okay, Steven?โ, you whisper hurriedly. He nods.
His hips move up sharply. You gasp, and he pounces. Your teeth mash together from intensity. His tongue roams around your mouth frantically. You groan from the sudden forceful passion.
He was much more controlling now, he guided your hips forward, he thrusted deeply into you now. No matter what you tried to do he overpowered you.
โFuck, I love you baby.โ
He thrusted harder, you gripped onto his shoulders harder, your nails pressing harshly into his skin. He cries out.
โItโs gonna be mine. You're gonna be mine.โ, he grunts, his hips moving faster.
You didnโt hear him, too lost in the way he made you cum in time with him. He didnโt clean you like he usually did. Instead, he cleaned around your pussy, using his fingers to collect his cum and shove it back inside of you.
You didnโt think much of it, especially when you clenched, making some of it ooze slowly out of you and making him bite his lip and press it inside of you again.
He plopped down next to you. His hair ruffled and his chest rising and falling quickly. You scoot against him. Your breasts pressing against his side.
He closes his eyes in bliss as you smooth your hand over his hair. Caressing his face as you take pieces of his curls out of the way. He smiles softly as you place delicate kisses against his chest.
โWhy did you have an American accent just now?โ, you ask tracing patterns against his stomach.
Youโve always wondered how he was so in shape. How he was able to have so much definition even though he doesnโt do anything to maintain it. Genes you suppose. Lucky genes.
Marcโs head tilts slightly, side eying you. He thought you would be too out of it to notice, like some of the other times. He smirks, knowing that youโve seen him. You heard him.
โRole play.โ, he says trying to make the best impression of Steven.
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Steven was getting angry. Your time was divided either between Marc or Jake. There was barely any time for him. The one who wanted- no needed- you first.
As you cooked with Marc, he wanted to hurl his hand to the pan. He wanted his hand to burn in the piping hot oil. Then, he wouldnโt be able to touch you. But he wouldnโt be able to either.
Jake started getting extremely close to you too. They spent their time pleasuring you, loving on you and he didn't have that chance anymore. Jake ignored his glares; Marc would just laugh. No one took him seriously anymore.
Even when he was fronting, he felt as if he was competing. But every time you say his name, and they flinch or wince, he thinks he wins. Maybe if you knew about them, if you knew that he was the one you called when in their presence. That they also existed, you would divide your attention equally.
โโโโโโโโโโ
โI think I need to come clean, love.โ
You stare at him, confused.
โI have this condition- โ
Steven, stop. Donโt do this.
โYeah, the sleepwalking.โ, you say softly.
You have a chance to let it go.
โNo, another oneโฆโ
Steven, he growls in warning.
โI have two other people living inside of me.โ
Your face didnโt show any emotion. You were purposely trying to control yourself. You didnโt want him to think you werenโt trustworthy.
โOh.โ
He plays with his hands nervously.
โIsโฆ that why you talk to yourself in the mirror all of the time?โ
โYes.โ
You nod. He couldnโt stop himself from saying more.
โYouโve met them already, actually!โ
He chuckles awkwardly. If he was paying attention, he would have seen the slight fear in your eyes. You try to smile. It comes out awkwardly.
โW-who, Steven?โ
Steven donโt!
โTheyโve, ehm, had fun with you. You like them- I know you do.โ
You start to stand slowly. You had a pit in your stomach that was growing, something was wrong. Very wrong. He quickly places himself in front of you.
โMarc and Jake are great guys- I-I swear!โ
You couldnโt hear the rest of what he said. Your heart stopped. You quickly backed away, your calves hitting the couch and almost making you trip.
He grabs your wrist as you try to shove past him. He starts pleading with you, to not leave, to try to understand. You looked at him in fear, he let you go, his heart breaking in two.
He shouldnโt have said anything.
You go to collect your belongings. You didnโt want to be here anymore, you felt very unsafe. He was the one who broke into your home. The one stealing your stuff.
You feel a prick at your neck. You try to walk forward, to move but your limbs start to feel heavy. You were very scared. So very scared.
Heavy footsteps reach you as you fall to the ground. Your body thumping heavily against the floor. You watch as Steven, or Jake or Marc, crouch next to you.
warnings: implied smut, angst, mentions of stalking, everyone just being a mess, especially marc, obsessive behavior
summary: Your relationship with Steven is constantly strained by the presence of Marc's disdain for you.
authorโs note: I tried to be careful to be conscious of the presence of DID on this property, but if I wrote anything that is offensive or ignorant, please please please let me know.
The restaurantโs staff did a poor job at masking that they were sending you looks of pity every so often. Much like you, they were wondering when you were going to give up and shamefully admit that you had been stood up. You twiddled with your freshly polished fingers and checked your phone often as you nibbled on cold appetizers. It kept you busy since you had already tried calling thirteen times. Yet, it took the tenth couple eyeing you with concern on their way out for the embarrassment to finally make a bed under your skin. You ordered the first thing you could pronounce, and afterward, left the restaurant gripping your to-go plate as you looked at your phone one last time.
This experience wasnโt new, but you were already tired of having to find a restaurant that hadnโt seen what you looked like when you were in denial. Itโs not like Steven didnโt want to come. It was the fact that he and Marcโs schedule clashed, and you were always at the receiving end of Marcโs negligenceโyou considered it forgetfulness to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Your journey home was entirely suffocated by unrelenting silence until you went walking into the elevator of your building just to see Marc there, looking just as tired as you were. He saw you coming from where he stood, but no matter how many times his fingers pressed the button, the elevator kept them open as a punishment. He was forced to witness the way your body clung to the dress you wore and how the ends of the skirt grazed over your smooth skin to mock him.
โHi, Marc,โ you said. You could tell by the way he clenched his jaw that it wasnโt Steven.
โHi.โ
The ride up had never been so long and you werenโt sure how to bring it up until you just spoke. โHey, um, could you let Steven know he missed our date? Iโm not sure if he tells you about themโโ
โYeah, something came up for me.โ He hadnโt noticed, but his shoulders were tight as he kept his attention forward until the doors opened.
You followed after him with your shoes following the path he made and finally noticed how he held his side on his way to his flat. โAre you okay? Do you want me toโโ
โIโm fine.โ
โYou donโt seem fine,โ you murmured.
Your first mistake was thinking you could put your warm hand on his chilling, broad shoulders and not cause him to nearly leap out of his own body. You had touched Steven countless times. However, it was the first time Marc had ever gotten a sense of what it felt like for himself.
Still, he didnโt wish to savor it in the slightest. โPretending to worry is what you do with Steven. Not me.โ He recoiled from the heat so harshly that he was already at his door and into his humble home before you could take your keys out.
Marc never got to see the way your face fell or how you clutched your keychain and shoved the metal key into your door. You disappeared into your home, begging your tears to give you time to close the door before they got it all over your dress. All this was while Marc was eyeing a photo of you by the fish tank that you had given to Steven while he took off his shoes.
As he pretended to look over persimmons, Marc watched you from a distance as your soft lips mouthed the lyrics of a song while your fingers glided over the peaches. You made it too easy sometimes and for that, he was thankful. He could spend his weekend researchingโthat was the word he liked to useโ while you were unaware.
You glided through the other aisles, and he was careful to keep his head low and stay a few steps behind you while watching the way you smiled at a store employee while asking a question. Your shining teeth made him frown even deeper as he gripped his shopping cart.
His frustration kept on building throughout the day as he watched you carry through your laundry list of errands. Everywhere you went, he was a step behind with enough distance to go unannounced but close enough to slip your wallet back into your tote bag while you left it in your cart to have a look at some home dรฉcor. You really should have been more cautious of pick pocketers.
Landing a punch to a stranger wasnโt how he liked to spend his Sundays. Neither was lying on his bed while you were showering at home. The cardigan you had left with Steven on accident was under his nose as he brought the fragrance into his lungs. He had your Sunday schedule memorized to a point where he was used to the feeling of wanting to resist snaking his hands into his tight pants as he thought about how your hands were rubbing your thighs while he was playing with a Rubikโs Cube. For Marc, hell was Sunday afternoons at 3 PM.
For you, hell was the bus ride home looking at your phone and all the piling missed calls and texts from Steven? You deliberately avoided opening the voicemails and the messages in hopes that youโd have more time to think about what you wanted to do. Your plan was to speak to him on Monday when you felt better, or at least when you could fake it better.
Your walk to the elevator was less eventful than the day prior, but that didnโt keep you from reliving the day before, especially when you saw Steven sitting crisscrossed next to your door while he read a book with a sand-colored cover. You would have ignored him while playing Marcโs words on repeat if he hadnโt met you at your door.
โHey, Steven.โ You were hoping to keep it short and sweet so you could send him on his way gently with a promise that youโd talk to him when you werenโt so fatigued.
โHey.โ He was already rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants with the book abandoned on the floor as he got up. โI tried to call you butโis your phone okay?โ You were always so good at answering your phone. โSorry,โ he shook his head. โSorry. I mean, โare you okay?โโ
โI couldnโt answer, Steven. I was at work, sorry.โ
You didnโt usually work on Saturdays, but that was the least of Stevenโs concerns. โB-But what about dinner? We said weโd meet each other there. And I wentโAnd I went and you werenโt there.โ He was doing that thing where he was speaking much too fast to figure it out himself and in any other circumstance you would have thought it was endearing, but the crack of his voice nearly pressed your heart so hard it would have stopped beating.
โYeah,โ you let out a sigh while you dug through your purse to find your keys. โI went yesterday and didnโt see you. I figured Marc lost track of time or something.โ
โTodayโs not Saturday, is it?โ he asked while he licked his lips anxiously.
You were pleased that fishing for your key gave you a distraction, since you couldnโt bear to see his face fall again while he experienced a crushing realization that he had already gone through two times before.
โIโm afraid itโs not,โ you looked up at him with an evident crease between your brows.. โIโm sorry you were there alone. Marc didnโt leave you a sticky note by the tank telling you?โ
โNo-no, no, he didnโt.โ He looked back at his apartment at the end of the hall like he could see through walls. โAt least, I donโt think so.โ
You bitterly laughed to yourself to shrug off the hurt that was making room for itself in your pensive thoughts. โI donโt think he likes me very much.โ What you said out loud was really meant for yourself.
โNo, no, that canโt beโHe likes you.โ
โSteven, donโt lie to me,โ you tried to keep your tone light hearted, but your faรงade was slipping.
โIโm not.โ His wide eyes were becoming glassy, and his lips tightened into a line as he tried to fix the damage. โI swear.โ
You nodded while unlocking the door. โIโm gonna head in, okay? Iโm a little tired.โ
โWait,โ he took your hand and made you notice how his clammy arms were desperately shaking. โIโm sorry.โ
Steven saw the way your face relaxed, and the corner of your lift lifted lightly for a moment. He watched you come close to then give him an electric kiss on his cheek that made his ears too hot for comfort.
โPlease, get some sleep tonight.โ You watched him close his eyes as he felt your hands hold his visage tenderly. Your thumbs carefully moved back and forth over his cheek. โYou look pale.โ You examined his face as you saw his frown deepen and chose to ignore it. โAnd tell Marc to take it easy.โ
โWhy do I get the weird feeling you donโt want to do this anymore? Like be with me. Itโs on your face. Are you upset with me? I get it if you want to go into your flat and avoid me for the rest of your lifeโโ
โHey, hey, donโt say that. Just give me some time to sort this all out mentally first.โ You were referring to your thoughts as your finger slipped into his dark hair to calm him down, but it only sent a shudder pouring down his spine like cold water while his knees almost gave in.
โIs this a break? Or a breakup? Bloody hell, are we breaking up?โโ
You gave him another kiss, but on his lips. Your warm skin was on his mouth while your hand fondly stroked his neck. It nearly caused him to become entirely lightheaded. His eyes were blown open the entire time from the moment he felt your kiss. You pulled away to get one last look at him.
โNo, weโre not.โ You placed your forehead onto his as you tried to have him matched your breathing. โI just want some time, maybe one or two days, to think. Iโm telling you this because I enjoy being honest with you. Just give me some time to think over some things, okay?โ
Steven nodded fervently at your words.
โAlright,โ you smiled. His face got warmer. โSee you later, gator.โ
โLaters, gators,โ he whispered as he felt your hand slip out of his.
If Steven could properly chew out Marc, he would, but instead he was stuck yelling at a mirror while a disinterested Marc was asking him to surrender his body so he could start off his soon-to-be long night.
โNo, you donโt get to ask me that without answering me first!โ Steven pointed.
โGood, God, Steven. Calm down.โ Marc looked as uninterested as ever.
โYou did this!โ Now Steven was pacing. โI donโt get it. You have so many photos of her like a bloody creep,โ he grabbed one of the many in the bathroom drawer to wave around. โBut youโre the one giving her a hard time?โ Steven never figured out what was said when he was gone, but with the way you spoke about Marc and the way Marc spoke about you, it didnโt take much afterward.
โWhat does this have to do with me not telling you that I made you miss your date?โ
โEverything!โ His fingers combed through his hair as he tried to imitate what you did to him to calm him down. โFor once in my life, I got the courage to ask someone to date me and youโre pissing all over it. Youโre just as obsessed with her, but you donโt want to admit it.โ
Why would Marc want to admit? That would mean that heโd have to also confess to how sour he was about Steven getting to you first. It didnโt make sense. He was under the impression that heโd get you and Steven would just have to follow along, as always. So while he looked at you sleeping with the white noise machine on, he gripped the spare key of your flat that was meant for Steven. He had found a way to forcibly turn his jealousy into a lack of trust that you had good intentions with Steven.
What was supposed to be no more than two days thinking about your relationship and Marcโs choice words turned into a seven. You had been so consumed by Marcโs accusation that you stewed in your thoughts for so long that you feared seeing Steven in passing on your way to work. You rose early and returned home extremely late. All the while, Steven spent his days at the gift shop anxiously checking his phone while typing and deleting messages that he hoped to have enough courage to send.
This brought him back full circle on Sunday, knocking on your door. Your brief look through the peephole wasnโt enough to prepare you to see him again. When you opened the door, you were met with a nervously still Steven wearing a suit that he seemed to be drowning in.
He must have not expected you to actually answer the door because once he saw you were still in your work clothes, he panicked.
โBollocks.โ He quickly pulled out the card that you didnโt know he was holding. โI falafel about what happened.โ His eyes followed the Hallmark cardโs words. โIโm sorry.โ
He practically shoved a bouquet of flowers into your hands when he nearly tripped over his shoes trying to hand it to you. Your bewildered expression must have frightened him even further, since he was already reaching into his bag to pull out a box of chocolate. Another small box fell out in the process as he fumbled to give you the heart-shaped chocolate box. In utter panic, he brought himself to his knees to pick it up, but he stayed on his knees to give it to you while you were trying to balance the things he had already given you.
โWait-Wait, Steven, honey, are you trying to propose?โ you asked calmly as you tried to mask your panic.
โW-What?โ he looked up at you from where he was on his knees with his once combed hair now disheveled. โNo-no!โ
You nodded.
โDo you want me to?โ he asked.
โJesus, no,โ you giggled.
โItโs just a pin of a scarab,โ he said as he opened the box. โfor your tote bag,โ he whispered the last part as he placed the box in your hand.
โI canโt accept all this.โ
โBut I havenโt even given you the peaches, yet.โ
โSteven,โ you tried to hold back your laughter while you placed the gifts on your kitchen counter as he waited at the door with bated breath. You returned to him and decided to cut him some slack instead of refusing his gifts. โThank you. Iโโ
He looked at the palm of his hand, at the poorly scribbled checklist he had made just in case he forgot something.
โHave dinner with me, please,โ he asked. โItโs at my place. New Gus will be there too. Nothing too seriousโunless you want it to be.โ
You took his hand and stroked them as you tried to calm him down from what he no doubt had rehearsed many times over. โGive me a few minutes to get dressed, since youโre looking so dapper.โ
โI hope this all didnโt cost too much,โ you spoke as you looked at the giant stuffed crocodile in the corner. Steven was more focused on how your lips moved with red lipstick painted over them that he hadnโt heard a word that came out of your mouth. โSteven?โ
โYeah?โ he was still frazzled.
โPlease, donโt tell me that Donna took the stuffed animal out of your paycheck.โ
โI wonโt,โ he nodded.
โSteven!โ
โThis is our apology to you.โ
โOur?โ
โIโm hoping Marc is going to apologize, too. Eventuallyโฆโ he looked off into space briefly. โHonestly, whenever. Iโm still kind of lost with how this works.โ
โHave you fed New Gus?โ He didnโt even notice how swiftly you changed the conversation.
โOh, no.โ
โPoor thing is watching us eat while you havenโt fed him,โ you began walking to the tank to retrieve the fish food but when it wasnโt in sight, you were already heading toward Stevenโs bed to get it off of his nightstand. By the time you returned, there was a silence that filled the room that made you uncomfortable as you fed Gus. You could feel a firm set of eyes that let you know that Marc was staring.
โHey, Marc.โ You tried to keep your voice level.
โHey.โ
You turned to see him eyeing the takeout food that you had spent twenty minutes assuring Steven was delicious.
โHe told me you wanted to say something.โ Even as you returned to your seat to face him, he still hadnโt said a word, and you knew he wouldnโt if you didnโt speak up.
โYeah,โ he was struck by your scent since your perfume was scrambling his thoughts until he went completely silent for much too long.
โLook, if itโs gonna kill you, itโs fine. You donโt have to be here. Iโm sure Steven can keep me entertained for the rest of the night.โ You couldnโt even stand to look at him, so you were already heading back to New Gusโyou really needed to pick a better name for him. Steven and Marcโs hands were the same, yet when he took you by your wrist, he felt colder.
โEntertain?โ he whispered with a sickly smirk.
โThatโs not what I meantโLook if youโre setting out to make me the bad guyโโ
โYouโre making it really easy to.โ
โYouโre the one being difficult. All Iโve ever been is kind to you.โ He was pushing you over the precipice.
"I donโt need your pity.โ
Your weeks of frustration and denying he was likely keeping Steven away from the dinners you planned were pouring over the fire and causing billowing smoke. โWhy donโt you fucking trust me like Steven does?โ
โI just canโt seem to get why you accepted his advances so eagerly.โ He hadnโt gotten as loud as you were, but he was so, so close.
โFor starters,โ you tore his grip from your wrist. โHeโs much nicer.โ
โI can be nice,โ he said as he got closer. He didnโt sound sincere, but rather like he was being challenged. โI-I can be nicerโฆ funnier, better.โ
โMarc, what are you going on about?โ your eyes feverishly danced over his face in confusion. โCan we just go back to how it was before?โ
โLike when we were just neighbors and Steven was following you like some lap dog,โ he hissed so strongly you felt the wind on your nose.
โNo, when Iโd drop first aid supplies and pretended not to see the photos you have of me on your mirror,โ you spat.
You should have seen it coming when he had gotten so close with his towering stance. But when Marc kissed you, it sent you walking back to catch your balance, and you were stunned. It was enough to have you pull back to have a look at him to see if it was actually Steven. Yet he wasnโt. You could tell by the look in his eyes and by the way he went in for another kiss. His lips took over yours as you still were trying to catch your bearings and remedy your confusion. His teeth eventually moved from your mouth to your neck as he held your head about by his jaw.
Marc could hear the shake in your breaths as you gripped the sleeves of his suit and bunched the cotton fabric into your fist. His sloppy kisses littered your neck and chest like acid rain and made you wonder how you had already made it to the kitchen counter. He went from holding your face by its jaw to running his hands along your arms, as he was already trying to venture to where your skirt and thighs met.
He went back to kissing your red lips and swallowing the whimpers that came from your mouth. He was only going deeper as you gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to keep you grounded and stop the spinning.
Calloused hands started climbing up your dress and toying with your underwear before you had to catch him by his wrist and practically plead with your eyes. You didnโt want to go further and just wanted to talk to him, but he must have taken the hesitation for something else because he was already jumping to his own conclusions.
Just as quickly as it all started, his body slowly became stiff until his kisses decrescendoed into nothing but a whisper when his lips called out your name.
โSteven?โ you pulled away. You felt the change in his posture and how quickly his hands tore from your body.
โS-Sorry.โ He was taken aback by the position he had you in and cleared his throat as he peeled his hands from your body and tucked it into his pockets.
You climbed down from where you were and fixed your dress while he desperately tried to ask what had happened.
โNothing you have to worry about,โ you lightly dismissed as you grabbed your things. โIt went fine. Thank you for the wonderful evening, but Iโve got to head in early since Iโm taking Bennyโs shift tomorrow.โ
โHey, donโt forget this.โ He was practically sprinting to meet you at the door with the stuffed crocodile while you made sure the smile on your face was still there.
โThank you. Goodnight.โ
โNight.โ he awkwardly drew closer to kiss your forehead before you left and slipped into your room down the hall.
Marc had you reeling the entire night until the sun swallowed the moon as you thought about the way your body quaked while he was devouring your neck and left wet hickeys in his wake. In another bed, Steven was toying with the Rubikโs cube as he thought about how he was going to fix things once more. Marc had made it seem like the only option was to love one when you had always wanted to try to love both.
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SYNOPSIS: โWe had heard it all about how Oscar had turned into the most ruthless man in the business; a completely different person hence the choice to go by his middle name instead. But even if I used to know him and even when he had saved my life, I didnโt really know if I could trust him, and he certainly knew that he shouldnโt trust me.โ
WRITTEN BY: A.Wรถlf.
SOUNDTRACK: Dark Desert Musicย (I played this while writing).
NOTES: This was actually inspired by the second gif which was sent by @poesreyofsunshine (Thanks again! <3) and this >> gif << as well.ย
This is 100% fiction and the actor mentioned is just portraying this character I created. Yโall know me, (as usual) I went overboard with guns, and blood, and bad guys. *Sigh*
Enjoy!ย
I had lost.
I was kneeling down in the middle of the Egyptian desert and everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. I had a gun in each hand but held my palms up to the sky to let them know I would not shoot but surrender instead. There were four vehicles surrounding me, with over twelve men aiming their pistols at me. There, under the blazing sun and with the loose sand windblown in my hair, I was ready to accept my death; at a snailโs pace, I bowed my head down and closed my eyes, inviting it in.
I winced when I heard the first gunshot and a dozen more could be heard afterwards, one after the other; it was endlessly raining bullets but I felt no pain. I thought that perhaps I had died quickly thus felt nothing. Could God or the Devil be so kind after all the bad shit Iโd done? The wind and light shifted all of a sudden and a shadow towered over me while the sand trembled beneath my hands and knees. I opened my eyes and saw half the men who wanted me dead lying in a pool of their own blood and the others falling on the ground, one by one, all around me.
They had multiple gunshot wounds all over their bodies.
I quickly glanced over my shoulder but everything felt so slow still, and I saw him. I hadnโt seen him in years but I had heard the rumors; Isaac was devil himself, ironically, my guardian angel in that moment. As if he had spread out his wings to protect me but with an Uzi gun in each hand instead, he was firing away while standing in an open top black Jeep Wrangler. He had brought reinforcement and they were all shooting from two other vehicles. My first instinct was to raise my guns and spend the very last of my ammunition on whoever was left alive.
You were involved in a love triangle with Pedro and Oscar, and when Pedro proposed to you, this led to a terrible and messy friendship breakup between them. On your wedding day, Oscar showed up drunk out of his mind but wearing his heart on his sleeve. He accused Pedro of knowing that you were the love of his life and he didnโt care and got in the way.
Fandom: Ex Machina (Bluebeard AU)
Pairing: Nathan Bateman/GN!Reader (with past Nathan/Caleb)
Rating: Mature? honestly a lil iffy but thereโs a lot of stuff impliedย that potentially merits a high rating
Word Count:ย 1.5k words
Summary: Thereโs a peculiar tension in the air each time Nathan Bateman deigns to come in to headquarters, and you feel the weight of it all thenโsomething very different from the usual the boss is here, look productive energy of your previous places of employment.
WARNINGS:ย Implied smut, implied violence; basically just Dead Dove, Donโt Eat if you donโt wanna think about Nathan as even more Bluebeard than he already is
A/N: I donโt think I can emphasize enough that this fic will notย be everyoneโs cup of tea. But for our discord secret santa,ย @leto-dukeโโโ asked for (among some other wonderful prompts) a fic that leans into the Bluebeard reading of Nathan, and I just. I had to. Merry Christmas, Di; love you love you. And I promise Iโll write that threesome fic with the duke and our favorite sub in the new year because getting out of my head about that was part of the reason I wrote the baseball AU in the first place.
Cross-posted to AO3 here!
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You know little about the circumstances of the coderโs demise.
It takes a long, long time for you to even learn his name, hushed up as it was in the aftermath ofโฆ something. You arrive at BlueBook nearly a year later, and it is as though he was never there. Caleb. It is as though Caleb was never there.
Except thatโs not quite it. Thereโs a peculiar tension in the air each time Nathan Bateman deigns to come in to headquarters, and you feel the weight of it all thenโsomething very different from the usual the boss is here, look productive energy of your previous places of employment. No, at BlueBook itโs moreโฆ
The boss is here.
Look only as productive as you need to look for him to not quite see you.
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