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pairing: Steven Grant x reader. Marc Spector x reader. (all are in relationship, but fic is focused on Steven)
warnings: SMUT 18+, spoilers sort of, fem receiving oral, fingering, p in v, cream pie
word count: 2,000
summary: When you and Marc get in a fight, Steven is the one you need.
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You lay on your bed, the other side empty. You were crying softly. You and Marc had gotten into a fight. You had banished him to sleep on the couch that night. It had been one of your worst fights. You'd found out about Khonshu's plan to make you his next avatar. More importantly you'd found out that Marc knew. You were furious. You didn't know when the lies were going to end or when all the secrets would be revealed. You loved Marc, but loving him was hard work and it had been harder than usual lately. You pulled the blankets further up over your body, thinking about your fight.
"When are you going to stop lying to me?" You cried to Marc.
"I don't lie to you," Marc snapped back.
"You don't tell me the truth," you countered.
"You just don't understand!" Marc shouted.
"Then explain it to me! Please, Marc!" You shouted back. Marc looked down at his feet and said nothing. Your posture deflated, completely disappointed. "Sometimes I feel like you don't love me anymore," you said quietly. Marc's silence continued. You looked up at him, waiting, desperate for him to protest your statement, to tell you that you were wrong, of course he loved you, he was sorry he made you feel that way. His eyes met yours and looked back down.
"You deserve better," Marc said quietly. You couldn't believe it. He really wouldn't say it. Marc didn't love you anymore. You took a shaky breath, holding back a sob.
"Sleep on the couch," you said shortly, and stalked out of the room. Marc looked down at his feet. He felt guilty both about hurting you and for what he was doing to Steven. He scratched the back of his head and went to lay down, hoping Steven would wake up to take care of you. He knew that Steven was who you needed. He wished horribly that he could be the one you needed, but the best he could do was give you Steven.
Steven woke up at 2:00 AM, disoriented. He wasn't sure where he was, which was normal, but everything felt familiar, he wasn't on the bus or in a new city. He sat up and realized he was on the couch. He sighed, knowing Marc must have gotten into a fight with you. He stood up and walked over to your bedroom. You were curled up on your side of the bed, facing away from the door. Steven could hear you sniffling. His heart broke. He hated it when Marc got into fights with you, always feeling partially responsible, though you always insisted to him he wasn't. Steven knocked softly on the doorframe. You turned over and saw him standing there.
"Is it alright if I come in, love?" Steven asked. Relief washed over you when you heard his sweet accent. One of the worst things about getting into a fight with Marc was that you couldn't talk to Steven. You nodded and held your arms out to Steven. He gave you a soft smile, climbing under the blankets and pulling you into his arms. He tangled his legs with yours, sliding one arm beneath your neck and draping the other over your waist, tracing delicate circles on your back. Steven took a moment to let you settle into his arms and quietly enjoy one another's presence before he spoke.
"What did he say this time?" Steven asked. You sniffled, unable to speak. Steven's heart sank. "We don't have to talk–," Steven started, but you interrupted.
"He doesn't love me anymore," you said, a sob escaping your throat after the words did. Steven felt fury rush through his body for a moment.
"He said that to you?" Steven asked, the anger in his tone clear. You sniffled.
"I told him that I felt like he didn't love me anymore, and he wouldn't tell me he did," you whimpered. Steven frowned sharply. He kissed your forehead as you cried into his chest. "What if he tries to take you away from me?" You asked in between sobs.
"He won't," Steven said firmly. "I won't let him. I promise, sweetheart. You have me forever," he assured you.
"Forever?" You asked hopefully.
"Forever," Steven repeated. "Promise me you'll always remember that I love you. No matter what Marc says." Steven requested. You worried that Marc would leave you and Steven worried you would leave Marc, but neither of you ever wanted to leave each other. Steven was the savior of your relationship, keeping Marc from leaving you and keeping you from leaving him.
"Always," you said. You tipped your head up and kissed Steven, melting into his warm, soft lips. You didn't know how one body could contain such multitudes. The anger and coldness that Marc could show you was completely wiped away by Steven's loving kindness. Steven and you had your disagreements like any two people, but you didn't fight. Steven couldn't make himself angry at you if he tried. You felt similar. Steven never treated you with anything but devoted reverence, it was impossible to be upset with him.
Steven pulled your body away from himself just enough to begin pressing kisses all over your tear stained face. He raised a hand to run it along your jawline, down your neck and shoulders, settling on your waist.
"I love you, y/n," Steven whispered against your skin. "Love you more than words could describe." He continued kissing down your neck and collar bones.
"Steven," you whimpered.
"Let me show you, sweetheart. I want you to feel how much I love you," Steven whispered. You let out a quiet whine and nodded. "Yeah?" Steven asked.
"Yeah," you repeated. Steven pushed you onto your back. He pushed your knees apart with his legs and rested his body between them, his hips falling against yours. He grabbed the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head. He hummed in appreciation as he took in the sight of your bare breasts.
"You're so beautiful, my love," Steven said. "Never seen a prettier sight."
"Take yours off too," you replied. Steven smirked. He leaned up on his knees to pull his shirt off, tossing it off the side of the bed. He leaned back down, kissing you passionately. He slid his tongue into your mouth, letting it swipe against yours before pulling away and attaching his lips to one of your nipples, sucking softly as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive points of your breasts. He pinched the other one lightly, just enough to draw the sweet pain that drove you crazy. You moaned quietly, tangling your hands in Steven's dark curls. Steven whined as you pulled gently on his hair.
"I want to taste you," Steven murmured, sucking a purple mark over your heart.
"Yes, please," you whimpered. Steven smiled. He slid down your body finding his place between your legs. He pulled your underwear down and tossed them to the side. He looked down at your glistening core.
"Already so wet," Steven cooed. "Is it all for me?" He asked. You nodded as he looked up at you from between your legs.
"Only you," you said sweetly. Steven smiled softly, though he felt pain at the thought of the horrible way Marc had made you feel. Steven reached up and grabbed one of your hands, lacing his fingers with yours. He leaned down, dipping his tongue into you at once, earning a gasp from you. You squeezed his hand tightly as he continued to lap at your center, occasionally moving up to suck on your clit. You reached down with your free hand to tug at Steven's hair, pulling a light groan from his lips. The vibrations against your clit sent a shiver down your spine.
"Can I give you my fingers too?" Steven asked shyly. You nodded frantically.
"Please," you moaned. Steven smiled. He squeezed the hand of yours he was holding as he lifted his other to your slit, sliding the tips of his fingers along your folds a few times before slowly pushing two into you. You let out a sharp whine at the feeling.
"You alright?" Seven asked worriedly.
"Yes!" You exclaimed. "Keep going," you moaned. Steven leaned down, attaching his lips to your clit once more as he began thrusting into you slowly. Your moans steadily grew louder as Steven increased his pace inside you. He slipped a third finger into you and you gasped in pleasure. He curled them against your walls pushing you over the edge. You moaned loudly, your body convulsing as pleasure washed over you. Steven moaned against your body as you came, only breaking away from you when you were shaking from the overstimulation. He climbed back up your body, kissing you softly as you regained your composure.
"Feel good?" Steven asked sweetly. You nodded.
"Really good," you said breathily.
"Can you do another?" Steven asked, kissing your neck gently. You nodded.
"Please, fuck me, Steven," you whimpered. Steven smiled, lips pressed against your body. He leaned away to push his boxers off.
"As you wish, my love," he said cheekily as he leaned back over you. He lined himself up with your entrance, sliding his tip up and down your folds a few times before slowly pushing into you. You moaned roughly, feeling full and complete. Steven let out a low groan as well. He began thrusting. He moved slow and deep as he fucked you. You dug your nails into his back as he pushed his full length into you. Steven grabbed your hands, interlocking his fingers with them and pushing them above your head. He leaned down, nipping at your ear and kissing your pulse point.
"I love you, y/n," Steven said as he thrust into you. "Love you so fucking much." Steven punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips.
"Come inside me, Steven. I want to feel you," you moaned. Steven groaned softly. He released one of your hands to reach between your bodies and rub back and forth against the swollen bud of your clit. You moaned wildly and arched your back as you fell apart for the second time that evening, pleasure exploding inside you. Steven felt your insides clench around him and he only managed a few more thrusts before his hips were stuttering and he was thrusting deep into you as he filled you with his cum. Steven collapsed on top of you, the weight of his body feeling comforting as you both lay there.
"I really do love you, sweetheart. You know that, right?" Steven asked after a moment.
"I know, Steven. I love you too," you replied.
"No matter what Marc does, you and I are in this together," Steven said, pushing up onto his elbows so he could look you in the eye. He bumped the tip of his nose against yours. "Okay?" He asked. He wanted to be sure you understood that he was yours, totally and completely and that no alter would change that.
"Okay," you agreed. Steven nodded, satisfied that you understood his devotion to you. He rolled off you, but pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead.
"Sleep now, darling. You need it," Steven said.
"I don't want you to be gone in the morning," you said quietly. He smiled at your confession.
"I won't be," Steven said. "I'm gonna stay up," he assured you.
"Are you sure? You won't be too tired tomorrow?" You asked.
"I'm sure. You need me, that's what's important," Steven told you. You blushed.
"You shouldn't be sleep deprived just for me though, Steven," you said quietly.
"I'd never sleep again if it would make you happy," Steven said. Before you could protest more, he silenced you with a kiss. "Go to sleep, love. I'll be here in the morning," you nodded, knowing that Steven could handle his lack of sleep and he was quite right about you needing him. If you needed anything, Steven would be there to give it to you, and he always felt so blessed when the thing you needed was him.