#poor marc

When you first brought up having a self-care/wellness date for Valentine’s Day, Marc was in disbelief.

Isn’t this the time of year where women ask their boyfriends or husbands to take them out for a night on the town? Marc thought.

Then a part of him started remembering that the relationship the two of you had wasn’t normal. Not because you weren’t normal but because he was everything but. And this isn’t only because of his … “nightly routine”.

His thoughts had then been interrupted by your voice. “Baby, don’t even think that.”

Marc smirks. “You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, Marc hates himself for being the reason for the pouty look on your face. “Baby… you know I’m only joking…”

“And you know it hurts me when you have self-deprecating thoughts about yourself when I think you’re amazing,” you interrupted.

“You’re biased,” Marc says looking into your eyes soulfully, tucking in a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shake your head. “Nope. I just have good taste in men.”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you look into his eyes and continue. “I just wish you’d see in yourself what I see in you.”

After the next few minutes of being wrapped in each other’s arms and whispering sweet nothing into each other’s ears, Marc speaks again. “I just worry that I’m not putting enough into our relationship. Half the time, we can’t even have proper dinners without Khonshu interrupting and sending me on a mission.”

“That may be so,” you start. “But the time we do get together, whether it be early morning breakfasts or late-night conversations, I’m happy just being with you.”

Your fingers start carding through his hair. “All relationships need to be worked on, whether one of the partners is a vigilante superhero or not. Therefore, you and I are just about as normal as any couple out there in the world. Just more… functional.

Marc laughs at this. Because despite his personal issues and trauma, the two of you were pretty much a normal couple who adored and respected each other. Something he never thought that he’d be able to have in life. Yet here he is, with you and happy to finally feel and be normal after having a life of torment.

“So, what do you say, Mr. Spector,” you mused. “Can we have a nice Valentine's Night in?”

“(Y/n), you know I might have a miss—”, Marc starts.

“No problem,” you quickly said. “This date can be set up as soon as you get back and it wouldn’t take too long. Will just need to get a few things to help set the mood. You trust me?”

Now it was Marc’s turn to give you an incredulous, mock offense look. “You know I do, baby. Never joke about that.”

Marc then takes it upon himself to emphasize this point by pressing his lips on your own. This then leads the two of you to start making out with one another. With Marc having your legs wrapped around his waist before securely holding you as he leads the two of you to your shared bedroom.

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Valentine's Night…

You eagerly await your boyfriend’s arrival as you get everything set up for the evening of romance and relaxation ahead. The whole day had been spent cleaning around your shared home, especially the bathroom, in hopes of further setting that mood that you desired for the night ahead.

“Let’s see,” you say aloud. “Bubble bath? Check. Soap? Check. Candles? Check. Soft towels. Check. Bath salts? Check. Essential oils? Check.

You take all the supplies to the bathroom, placing them near the bathtub to have it near when the time comes. Which shouldn’t be too long from now.

A ping from your phone is heard.

Speak of the devil, you think, smirking to yourself. Specifically, about Marc’s reaction to this little date that you took charge of.

Looking down at your phone, you see Marc’s sweet words on your phone screen.

Business is taken care of. On my way home. Should be home in 30 minutes. Will be bringing home takeout. Don’t worry about dinner. Love you 😘.

You quickly responded back. Okay, babe. Come home safely. See you soon 😘.

After that response, start setting all the supplies in the bathroom up. Now mainly focused on organizing the candles on the bathroom counter. Last thing the two of you needed was your relaxing and romantic night going badly due to a candle being accidentally knocked down if there were to be on the rim of the bathtub.

You must be in the zone for some time because the next thing you know, you hear the jingling of keys.

Walking from the bathroom into the living room, Marc meets you in the middle of the living room. His “work” bag in one hand, the takeout bag in another.

Dropping both bags somewhere beside you both, Marc brings your face into his hands, pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss goes on for a minute or so before both of you pull away, breathless yet eager for affection from one another.

“Have a good day, baby?” Marc asks, tucking in a strand of hair behind your ear.

You nodded. “Just missed you. But I knew the wait would be worth it.”

Marc smiles, nodding at your statement. “I’m so grateful to have such an amazing and supportive girlfriend.”

After a moment of silence, Marc’s voice fills the silence. “So… are you as hungry as I am?”

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Marc is humming to himself as he cleans up the trash that came from dinner.

While you had insisted on helping him, Marc stopped you and suggested that you start working on getting their shared bath ready. This has the desired effect that Marc expects as you squeal before giving him a quick peck, walking away as you tell him not to come in until he is summoned by you.

Marc smirks as he mutters.“I would gladly be summoned by you more than Khonshu.”

Of course you hear him as it causes you to turn around and make a cute pout at him. “No talking about Egyptian deities tonight. Got a lot of other things to do than think about him.”

This caused Marc to put his hands up in mock surrender. “You’re in charge, baby.”

He finishes this by blowing a kiss to you. This then causes you to blush and blow a kiss at him as well before finally leaving the room to get the next part of your night together ready.

“Baby… baby… it’s ready,” Marc hears your voice call out, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Realizing that he hasn’t answered you, Marc responds. “I’m on my way, babygirl.”

He then turns off the lights in the living room before heading into the bedroom and into the bathroom.

Expecting you to be naked, Marc is shocked (and a little bit disappointed) that you are still wearing your clothes. Before he can ask further about it, you break the silence.

“I will,” you start. “Just once I take care of you first. May I?”

Wordlessly, Marc nods. Practically being seduced by the lighting, warmth, and scents that cocoon the bathroom. Though, it all comes together with you being at the center of it all. Without you, this wouldn’t mean anything.

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A few minutes later…

You are currently situating yourself between Marc’s legs as the rose scented water sloshes around until you both.

Despite arguing with Marc that you wanted to wash his hair and body, he refused. Saying that all he wanted to do at the moment was have you in his arms against him in this rare moment of serenity. Not being able to tell him no, you just smiled and told him you’d be happy to make it happen for him.

The next few minutes are filled with comfortable silence as the two of you caress one another. More like you gently play with his hands up until he stops you in lue of using your boobs as stress relief balls, causing you to giggle. You never mind as you always enjoy Marc’s touch and he is finally allowing himself the comfort of touching you freely as he was always afraid of tainting you with his hands. An idea you scoff at in your mind as Marc is one of the gentlest men you knew.

As if thinking about this caused you to remember that Marc needed reassurance, you gently take his hands into your own. Once this is done, you bring them close to your lips to press a kiss on the backs of them.

After a few more minutes of this, you gently grab the shampoo from the side of the tub. Putting a dollop of it in your hand before using it to lather up in his hair.

Your fingers start carding through his hair. It is as you do this that he heaves out a sigh as if he were now just allowing himself to actually breathe.

“Feels good?” You questioned with a giggle.

The response you received from your boyfriend is a “mmhmm” and “please continue, babygirl” that leads to you blushing.

Once you finish lathering and rinsing Marc’s hair, he then does the same for you.

It isn't long until the two of you are out of the bath, wearing matching robes and cooling eyes masks as the two of you finish off your relaxing and romantic night watching a romantic comedy together. Despite the two of you following asleep way before the movie ends. Arms wrapped around each other, still wearing your matching (f/c) robes and eye masks.

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There was a deep sigh. The hand lifted up then touched your cheek. One of the softest of smiles gracing your face this lazy morning. But still, you won’t fully wake. Your mind stuck between conscience and sleep. It refused to go anywhere else. This was slightly annoying a tall figure knelt down before your resting form on the couch.

“Stardust, you need to get up,” he requested of you. The blanket on you shifted, sliding down your frame and exposing you to the cool morning. You whimpered with a shiver. The half tank top and short-shorts did little to keep warmth in. Curse the mornings of the north. “I know you can hear me.”

You made an undignified voice from the back of your throat. It’s not one you would easily admit you made. Instead, you tugged at the blanket and pulled it back over yourself. “Ah, no. Marc is arriving soon, Little Bug. I need you up.” That same hand ran from your cheek towards your chest. The thin cloth that blocked him from seeing one his favor parts of you was pressed against your skin.

This got a reaction out of you. You stretched out from the ball position and pushed against his hand. But, your eyes were still closed. The soft light coming from the nearest window almost blinded you. He hummed and allowed his hand to press on. It went over your breasts, down your stomach, then stopped at the elastic of your short-shorts. They had little crescent moons on them. A pair he adored and loved when you wore them around him. Yet, the amount of exposure of your legs made him possessive of Marc, Steven, or Jake from seeing you this way.

Something bony gently tapped against the top of your head. You stretched out more, further opening up to him.

The tips of fingers barely going underneath the waistband of your shorts. A whine escaping you. You reached out with a hand , brushing against the cloth that wrapped around his lean bicep. “Is this how I have to wake you up? With my fingers slotted between your legs?”

As your mind waked, you thought that didn’t sound half bad. The god always knew how to have you screaming, either at him or the moon. 

He continued his soft assault. One finger easily found your clit and pressed against it. You lowly keened with your back arching at his actions. “There’s my Stardust,” he whispered with adornment. His lone finger started to slowly circle around that hidden nub.

Your other hand followed down the length of his arm until he grabbed it and pinned it to your chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleep? If you’re not, I guess I don’t need to wake you up this way.” That made you whine with a high pitch tone.

“Please, love. I need you,” you begged. Your eyes finally opening up and staring up at the long bird skull. Khonshu didn’t physically have eyes but no matter what, you could feel them upon your form.

Same as you knew he would be smirking if he could. “It has been a bit… Is my Stardust that desperate?” You rapidly nodded your head and put on a pout with the whole effect. Your bottom lip pushed out  as your hips subconsciously canted forward.

Khonshu chuckled deeply and tilted his head to the side yet said nothing else. His hand started its movement once more. You moaned this time, head bowed down and hips humping against the limb. The last thing on your mind was how undignified this was. But when the last time you say your god was two weeks ago and he left you on the edge, you needed this. More than he probably knew.

“You’re so beautiful, Stardust. Your body reacts such in a delicious way. It knows what your god wants from you.” Yourself knew what he wanted. His name screamed to hanging half moon still in the sky.

Without meaning too, you locked your thighs around his hand at the soft words. “Fuck, Khonshu,” you whispered and grasped with your free hand. The other still pinned against your chest. He continued to hold it against you, partially restrained to the couch. “Come on, love. Let me come, please.”

His low voice chuckled next to your ear. “Hearing you beg is more stunning than my moon and stars.” He gently pushed at one of you legs, silently asking you to open up. To which, you happily did. The blanket forgotten about on the floor now. His other hand releasing yours and helps pull down your shorts. They were thrown somewhere in the living room.

As more of your body was exposed to the god, he hummed and ran his hands down sides. One resting on top of your mound. “Much better.” You silently agreed with him and bucked your hips. He laughed again and stroked softly at your labia, not yet touching where you wanted.

The end of his long beak rested on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed the bone, love shining in your eyes. With Khonshu’s predicament, he couldn’t respond in the same fashion but you understood and knew he felt the same.

Then, the god finally returned to his former spot. A soft moan escaping your lips, his name falling off of them all the same. “Good girl, good girl.” Those two works repeated struck you hard. The praise hitting you at your core. A throb racing through your empty vagina.

He must have read your mind or sense your desperation and slide a single digit in. Your mouth hung open with a low groan, hips rocking at faster pace.

You felt all that familiar tightening in your core. A hand now grasped at the couch below you but it gave you no purchase as your body continued figurately to hurtle forward. His name whispered like a prayer on your lips. Both eyes open and staring up at his immovable figures. But Khonshu’s nonexistent eyes were on you, that you knew.

“Be a good girl, Stardust. Cum for your god,” he commanded close to your ear. And like he said, you listened to your god. You would always listen to him.

Your muscles tightened harshly against him, throbbing with your heartbeat. His name screamed out to his faint moon in the lighting sky. Your nails raked down the length of his arm then pressed the back of his hand closer. It’s been too long and you relished in the feeling.

Soon after, you relaxed and fell into a groggy mindset. If it wasn’t for his fingers rubbing again at your clit, you would’ve stayed there for the rest of time.

A high pitch whine escaped from your throat. You looked up at him, finding a halo of light surrounding his figure. It was strange to see him in the sun’s light compared to his own. Nevertheless, he looked like the god he was called for. “You can give your god one more. Right, Little One?” he questioned softly. You would do a lot for him. What he asked of you was so simple. You nodded your head eagerly but had something else on mind.

With that in mind, you got up and maneuver the god into the position you wanted. Khonshu stared at you in question but allowed you to do what you wanted.

Now, he sat on the floor with his back to couch, legs stretched. In general, he looked delicious. You licked your lips then pulled the last bit of clothing off. Khonshu hummed at the display. A single hand reached out to you, which you gratefully took. He carefully tugged at you. You straddled his thin waist and smiled up at him.

Your pussy pressed against his crouch. The bulge hidden below wrappings twitched at your actions. “Hm, you know how to please your god, Stardust,” he groaned into your ear.

“Someone taught me how,” you returned and humped him. His hand still wet with your slick slide up your side and cupped your breast. The long beak that made up his head gently rubbed at your cheek. “Now, how about you make me cum a second time. If you think you can.”

His entire frame tensed at your words; and you felt his gaze shifting from something soft to a challenge. Well, you started it first. At times, you liked to test him. All in all, he seemed to like it in return. He liked it when you pushed his buttons and you did as well. The soft sex wasn’t something to brush past but when he got that punishing pace going on. You wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day until he healed you, or not. It all depended on his whole mood.

Your body was simply turned around, still on your knees but facing the door into your apartment. Reverse cowgirl. He liked them both. This way, he still had a show of power over you.

“Two can play that game,” he growled in your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. Khonshu knew what you liked. You’ve played this game many times before. The both of you understood how tease or get what you wanted from the other. In this play, the god had the reins, like usual. Every once in awhile, he’ll allow the smallest of control over to you. That’s how much he loves and trusts you. Far more than his Avatar.

One of his hand strokes down your back. From pinkie to thumb, it was nearly able to touch your sides. You moan and rock your hips again. “Come on, Khonshu. You know what I want,” you demand. Both of your hands gripped his thin thighs. The old wrappings that covered the majority of his body lightly scratched your skin. It wasn’t the softest of materials but it made up him.

There was his famous laugh filling the air. Both hands latching onto your thighs. “I do, Little Bug. But you’re begging…” he groans lowly, head tilted back. You wanted to reach back and run a hand underneath his beak. This position didn’t allow you to do that. Instead, you rested all of your weight down on his clothed cock. “It does wonderful things to me.”

“Like when I beg you to fuck me all night long, under your shining moon,” you partially asked as if you didn’t know that something he favored. His grip tightened, head leveling down. “Like when I beg for you to cum inside of me, filling my pussy up as yours.” Khonshu growled and tugged back at you. “Like when I beg for you let me cum all over your cock.”

At the next moment, your pussy was filled. Two hands grasped at your sides and pressed you flushed with his hips. A high pitch moan ripped from your throat as you clawed at his thighs. There was a presence of pain but an amount you liked. From the nearby window, sun light kissed your skin gently.

Your back arched fully, head completely tilted back and stared wide eyed at the bird god. What you had said pushed him to the point you were silently asking for. A hand came around held the front of your throat. His wrappings lightly scratched there as he lightly stroked the skin at your throat. “You speak the truth, Stardust. The night may not be on us but I will fuck you happily,” he mumbled close to your ear. His beak rubbing against your cheek.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moaned and rose your hips only for them to fall, forcing him back into you. He groaned as well, his own hips bucking up. The force causing you to rise and fall down once more. Your pussy clenched at the movement. It felt good, so good.

Khonshu started his pace, reasonably quick and hard. It had you bouncing on his cock with quiet skin-to-cloth slapping. You continued to gaze into the pits of his eye-sockets with his hand on your throat. “That’s my good girl. I know you can cum on your god’s cock one more time.”

That hand moved back to your thigh then lifted your whole body up. The tips of your toes the only thing touching the ground now with your back pressed against his chest. The metal crescent lightly digging into your back but didn’t take away from the pleasure. Khonshu’s bony cheek pressed to yours as he groaned. His hips pounding harshly as his speed increased. Your head thrown back and rested on his shoulder.

Your hands scrambled for purchase and found his wrist the closest thing. This new position made his cock slide against your g-shot stronger. Stars appeared in your eyesight. Fuck, you were close once more. A feeling you couldn’t wait to relish in with your god.

“Khonshu, please. I wanna cum. Cum with me, please-please-please-please,” you cried out and clung to him like a life-line. You wished for him to fill and claim you like all those times before.

A reminder never hurt.

He kept that same pace you always loved up. His body curling up around yours. A knowing action of his closing orgasming. Every time, he sounded so beautiful when he came. The moan of his life time was something you would never pass up.

A door slamming closed brought your head up, knocking into Khonshu’s skull. It made you internally cringe but your eyes snapped to the front door. Marc stood there, gaze wide and locked onto your exposed form. A plastic white grocery bag in his left hand.

The moon god behind you froze, cock still halfway inside of you. They were staring the other down for a few countless moments. “Problem?” he hissed then started his pace again. You were fighting against how your pussy throbbed at the man watching your actions. But actions speak louder than words. Your head rested once more on Khonshu’s shoulder.

“I-I thought you didn’t wa-want him to see,” you teased then moaned when the god hit something deep in you. Past memories of the god being possessive filled your mind. At times, it was hilarious to see such a god throw a tantrum about Marc seeing more skin than Khonshu allowed. Other days, it could get annoying easily. A small part of you liked to tease him about it. Though, a moment like this wasn’t what you expected. Nevertheless, you felt his fingers grip harder. There were going to be bruises on your thighs by the end of the night.

“He can see but cannot touch what’s mine.” Khonshu made that clear with a particular harsh thrust. “Now, tell me who you belong to and you can cum again.” Once more, his possessive side shone threw the brightening morning.

“Yours! I’m yours, Khonshu! All yours,” you cried out and held on tighter. Then, you came. Harder than ever before. The strength of a god was the only thing able to keep you from tensing up all the way. Your body trying to curl up on itself. Khonshu quickened his pace and drew whole body tremors from you. Until he stilled, cock fully sheathed and throbbing inside of you. Your nose nuzzled against his cheek as your body twitched against his hold.

Your chest rose and fell drastically, gaze blankly staring at the white ceiling. A hand laid firmly on your stomach and reminded you of the situation. Red covered every inch of your face without missing a beat. There was no way in the world you could look at Marc, Steven, or Jake the same way. Not after what Marc had just watched and experienced. Without any control, your pussy clenched around Khonshu again.

Khonshu’s other hand came down circled your clit. The overstimulated nub throbbed painful. “No, Khon, no. It hurts,” you whined and weakly pushed his hand away; given a few minutes, you could probably go again. The god listened without hesitation then lifted his head.

“Enjoy the show?” he questioned. You easily knew there was a smirk on his feature even though he couldn’t physically show it. This side of him wasn’t something you were entirely used to but you could get accustomed to easily.

“Khonshu, what the fuck?” Marc’s voice sounded higher than normal. You opened an eye to see red dusting his own cheeks. The bag in his hand had been dropped to the hardwood floor hazardously. A can of vegetables had rolled out. “Don’t we have some business to do,” he grunted with his jaw tense.

“This business was more important,” Khonshu chattered back then easily pulled himself from you. A flush of his white cum spilled from your pussy and onto the hardwood floor. You shivered at the feeling and closed your legs. Yet the god wouldn’t allow that. “Ah-ah, Stardust. Don’t hide yourself from your god. Not when I’ve filled you so perfectly.” His finger took a small scoop through the cum that painted your thighs and pressed it back in. Your back arched with a whine piercing the quiet air.

“Khonshu,” Marc warned and refused to look in your general direction. The god chuckled before placing you on the couch behind you. A familiar blanket was pulled over your naked form.

“I’ll let you sleep in, Little One. You humans do need your sleep.” He pressed his cheek to your forehead in a mock kiss. “And a god can be tiring.” Khonshu stared down at you for a few moments before turning around to face Marc. His staff somehow returned to his grasp.

As much as you wanted your god to stay with you, the night may be over but vengeance never stopped. He would return. The two of you could dance to this quiet song all over again.