#marcstevenjake

Marc and Jake as King Steven’s most loyal and fierce knights. The way they crawl to his throne after battle, weary, aching, smearing blood, to slot themselves between his legs. Steven tugging their helmets off, clattering to the ground in this great hall. It’s just them. Steven running his soft hands through Marc and Jake’s sweat-damp curls, thanking them for protecting his kingdom. For protecting him. One knight resting on each thigh, breathing ragged, wet, open-mouthed against Steven. They need him. His skin, his body, anything their king will allow his knights to touch (Everything. Steven allows them everything.) Steven praising them as they kiss him, the curve of his knees, his inner thighs, up his taut belly. Hearing their king - their Steven - sigh in pleasure. How Marc and Jake settle knowing their beloved king is safe because of them.

Ok but you guys don't understand how much I need MarcStevenJake to be happy. I need them to love each other so much that it almost hurts. They wake up and go to bed together, they have a wonderful beautiful life and perhaps they are even wearing gold rings at some point. I just need that ok? ok.