A One-time Job - Vol 2 || Marc Spector X Reader || Steven Grant & Reader

A One-time Job - Vol 2 || Marc Spector x Reader || Steven Grant & Reader

Vol 1

Summary: Marc finally calls you after two months, only to drag you into another adventure among Cairo's sands

Warnings: none, just Steven in an attempt to be funny

Word count: circa 6900

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N:  we have a non-linear story here that will kinda initally not follow the plot of the show until we deem otherwise - due to this fact we inform that Marc does not have a romantic connection to Layla. Also, red italics indicate Khonshu, green italics indicate Steven speaking within Marc’s mind

He was reluctant to call you, but he wanted to hear your voice again.

Marc wasn't sure how you would react to his call since it had been almost two months since your adventure. Since then, he hasn't contacted you; first, he didn't know what to tell you or how to act after your affair, and second because he didn't want to cause any more problems for you.

With his flipphone pressed to his ear, he waited for you to answer the call.

Currently, you were hanging from a harness that prevented you from falling to your death. While it wasn't comfortable, it hugged you well enough so you felt safe.

Apparently, one of your friends found a temple hidden deep in the caves, so you had to check it out.

As you focused on the descent, you twitched, scared by the sudden sound of your phone.

After pulling the rope to stop it, you reached into your pocket to look at the screen. Marc's name appeared on the screen. "Well well well! Look who has finally called me! How are you, handsome? Are you stepping on someone's toes once again or did you miss me?"

As he said, "Hi, Y/N," Marc was hesitant at first. "I missed you long enough, so I decided to take the first step since you didn't seem to be reaching out. Are you in Cairo?"

You casually swung your legs, saying, "Um... Nope. I'm currently hanging pretty high up in a cave. I think there are some hard rocks under me. It doesn't seem that dark there. Why? Do you need help robbing another tomb or even the pyramid itself?"

"If you're able to meet me next week at the same bar in Cairo, I'll tell you everything."

You huffed and then looked down. While discovering some ancient temple hidden in a deep cave would be fun, seeking an adventure in Cairo with MARC would be even more enjoyable and warmer. "Oh, sweetie! If you ask me nicely, I can get there as soon as possible."

Laughing softly, he cleared his throat. "Y/N, I'd like to meet up next week at our bar. In addition, I missed your scent."

"Oh, my, oh my, this sounds like a nice invite, and I'm pleased to hear we have our own bar. It's settled then! We'll meet up in OUR bar next week. I can't wait to see you."

"Thank you and please be careful in the cave. I'd rather have you whole, not just a piece."

Marc smirked proudly at his reflection in the mirror after he hung up. "Good job, man."

"Shall I remind you that Layla is also interested in you?" Steven asked mentally, but Marc just shrugged.

Placed the phone back in your pocket, you giggled and pulled at the rope. "Ey! I need to get up now! Get me up!"

There was no time to waste so you simply dumped your current working partner. 

Before you grabbed your backpack and left, you instructed the team what to do, so you weren't such a bad friend.

It was wonderful to return to Cairo.

You decided to rest since you still had a few days before meeting with Marc.

After preparing your stuff, you spent most of the night in bed reading and smoking.

You were eager to see Marc again on the day of the meeting.

You kept playing with your scarf around your neck as you walked to the bar. Suddenly, excitement turned into stress.

He had already smoked a few cigarettes, which turned out to be a bad idea - his stomach was twitching and he was feeling a little nauseous.

Order yourself some whiskey, it'll help, Khonshu advised, but Marc almost immediately regretted listening to God again. Still, he downed two more glasses and waited impatiently for you to arrive.

After taking a deep breath, you nodded to yourself and decided to walk in.

Finally, you spotted his messy hair after looking around.

Seeing as he sat with his back to you, you took advantage of the opportunity. Your palms covered his eyes as you sneaked up behind him. "Guess who?”

He placed his hands on top of yours. "I guess she's a young, beautiful woman who likes to sneak on older men."

Your hands slipped off his eyes so you could fully wrap them around his neck. You nodded, nuzzling his cheek. "You're right, sweetie. Glad to see you again." After kissing his cheek, you took a seat in the chair next to him.

"Long time no see." He smiled brightly at you and reached out to caress your cheek with his palm. "Can girls get even prettier?" he asked.

Chuckling, you leaned into his touch, rolling your eyes a little. You're still a sweet talker, huh?"

As he gently touched the lower side of your cheek, almost on the jawline, feeling a scar under his fingers, he said, "Yes. You like adventures, and you also got a souvenir. What happened?"

You suddenly turned red, not expecting him to find that scar. You shrugged nervously. "Nothing too serious, little fight."

He warned softly, "Don't hide things from me. I know I've pulled you away from your second expedition, but I finally had the manuscripts translated. It's about the Anubis statue we discovered. There's a hidden tomb. His tomb. Near Giza."

Laughing, you moved your chair a little closer to him, clearly interested. "What's the plan? Are we going to get shot or is this a clean job?"

Marc replied, moving both hands through his locks to take them back, "I'm afraid option number one is preferable."

Groaning, you rested your forehead against his shoulder. Having a calm trip with him would be nice, but apparently, he enjoyed trouble more than you did. "You're a troublemaker, huh? Then why are you here?"

"Artifact. It's supposed to be hidden in the tomb."

"Cool, cool and what will you do with it? Would you consider yourself a private collector? Or do you sell those things?

"Let's say I'm a collector. Once you come to my house you'll be able to see my collection."

"That would be nice since I invited you last time," you patted his shoulder. It already sounded interesting. "So, you know how I am doing. How about you? What were you up to when I was gone? How's Steven?"

"We're looking for someone who has been successful at translation apparently. Steven? Steven is doing well. He has been in charge for the last two weeks since we returned to London. He works at the museum there."

You nodded, "So you collect stuff and he works in the museum?". "I hope he took good care of you then."

"Bravo. You're lying to the girl you like. Are you insane or does that idiot have too much influence over you, Spector?" Khonshu's tone showed his disappointment.

Marc smiled at you, grabbing your palm and saying, "Well, it's more complicated than that. He did take care of him. Or rather, I did."

"Well, I am glad to hear it. I just hope he wasn't too mad at me for waking up in my bed. To be honest, I was worried he would have a heart attack." You gently squeezed his plan. "I'm glad you called."

He pointed to his chest and smiled a little. "Don't worry about heart attacks of any kind. This heart is strong enough to survive," he said. "I missed you terribly."

I missed you a lot and I was also worried, but since you didn't call, I figured I wasn't needed at the moment." You shrugged. "I left my job to help you as soon as possible."

Then Marc leaned forward and stole a kiss from you while looking deeply into your eyes.

As you returned the kiss, you squeezed his hand even harder without realizing it.

As he pulled away, you sighed deeply. "I think this was the part I missed the most."

Marc was about to confess his feelings for you and admit that he had a crush on you when his hand aimed him a hard slap, hard enough to leave a mark on his cheek. "Crap!" Marc exclaimed.

Steven reminded him, "Layla, she also likes you, Marc, so hold your horses."

As you looked around, you made sure no one was watching. It wasn't like you knew him very well, but you never expected something like this. "Is there a problem?" You asked, raising your eyebrows.

Marc hissed a little angrily, mumbling something under his breath. "No."

"I have a feeling you're lying to me, but I'll pretend I do." You kissed the cheek he had just been slapped on. "Maybe we should start planning our next expedition?"

"I'll take you to my place. It's not a flat but a hotel room, but I think you won't mind, will you?"

"I don't mind at all, Marc. Lead the way, we have big plans to accomplish." You said, shivering with excitement.

He stayed in a hotel with a view of the desert. In spite of the fact that it was the middle of the night, you could hear the beetles singing in the distance.

The room had a large bed, a small bathroom, and a balcony.

"Well, Well, Well. I see you like a large bed." As you removed your shoes and jacket, you couldn't help but tease him a bit more. You immediately stepped out onto the balcony.

Upon reaching the balcony, Marc wrapped his arm instinctively around your waist, his face leaned down as he nuzzled into your nape.

"I see you really missed me." Your hands clasped around his waist as you whimpered.

He nuzzled your neck and nodded. "So much. You can't imagine how much."

"It would be nice if you could call me earlier," you smiled and stroked his hair. "But I am here right now."

"I didn't want to put you in another bind."

You turned your head to look at him, giggling. "You didn't so I did it myself. I wouldn't mind some trouble with you, Marc."

While brushing his bearded face against your skin, he shifted a strand of your hair from your neck so he could kiss you there, focusing on his pulsepoint.

"Marc..." You whispered, trying not to moan for him.

Your jawline was kissed as he tightened the hug he was giving you.

"You're such a tease." You growled before making him kiss you.

He couldn't stop himself from feeling hotter and hotter with every second of the kiss. As he pressed your back more against the balcony railing, his strong palms gripped your hips.

You let out a hum, sitting comfortably on the railing. You wrapped your arms around his neck for safety.

You were held down by his arm, which was wrapped around your waist. Marc moved his kisses to the side of your neck again when the kiss was broken, almost moaning. "I love the scent of you."

When he kissed you, you giggled, running your hand through his hair. As you moved your soft hands under his shirt, you were able to touch him. "I would like to find out how soft this big bed is, handsome."

He kissed you once again, making sure you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips before picking you up; one hand under your ass, the other resting on your back as he carried you back to the room and placed you gently on the bed.

As you wrapped your legs around his waist, you joked, "So comfy, I wonder if it's durable."

He pinned you down easily, stealing another kiss from you while his hands slipped under your shirt; he groaned at the softness of your skin under his fingertips.

You moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his touch. You definitely waited too long for that. You were stupid not to have called him earlier, even if it was just to say hello. "Marc... I missed you so much." You whispered against his lips.

Marc kept on kissing you, slipping his tongue past your lips from time to time; his one hand slipped into your hair and he tugged on it gently to expose your neck where he sucked on your pulse point, leaving a visible hickey.

"Fuck!" You shouted for him loudly, not caring whether anyone heard you.

You strode his cheeks when he pulled away and smiled. “As much as I would love to be fucked in the mattress, I just want to be held. Can we... Just cuddle?"

Marc looked down at you, his eyes glistening with lust, but he nodded and rolled to his back, right next to you. “Surely.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek and moved to his neck before looking at him as you hummed. You nuzzled him before whispering into his ear, "Don't worry. I can't wait to feel that cock stretch my cunt."

His voice was barely audible as he spoke, "I regret not calling you sooner. What a fool I've been."

You giggled, blushing. "I wanted to call, but I didn't want to look desperate. Then I waited for your call."

"Kind of the same applies to me," he told you, playing with a strand of loose hair.

This made you laugh. "Apparently we are smart enough to find and raid a tomb but we aren't the best when it came to relationships of any kind."

Marc closed his eyes and agreed. He felt safe and secure in your presence as if all of his demons would have vanished in a flash.

Your head rested on his shoulder as you kissed his cheek. "Marc, where have you been these two months?"

"I had to return to London for a few weeks... Why are you asking?"

You traced a random pattern on his chest with your hand. "I just wondered where you were every evening."

"It looked like my doll was jealous as she thought she might have held some other woman in my arms," Marc teased.

Trying to conceal your blush, you nuzzled his neck. "This, too..."

"Is that so, my cute doll?" He caught your chin in two of his fingers and forced you to look him in the eyes.

Trying to not look him in the eyes, you nodded. "Yes..."

"Look at that, my little doll has grown jealous of me."

Growling, you looked him right in the eyes and nodded. "Yes. Yes, I was worried and jealous that you were busy with other ladies while I waited like an idiot."

"Just so you know, there was no other woman held in these arms. No other lips were kissed, no other curves were caressed by these hands."

You looked at him surprised but smiled and hugged him tightly. "The same is here. I traveled a little, yet I couldn't bring myself to touch, kiss, or sleep with another man. I was just thinking about you and your touch."

Marc closed his eyes, smiling a bit to himself. "I think I have a massive crush on you but on the other hand I'm a tad scared of what you'll think about me when you know the entire truth."

"I am also smitten with you," You said quietly. What is the whole truth then?"

Marc sat up and gently pushed you off his chest.

You sat up as well after he did. "Marc, I am fine. Nothing has changed. I met Steven, and I don't think less of you."

He swallowed a breath as his voice hung. "Steven isn't everything," he said.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, whatever it is," you assured him, rubbing his back.

"Several years ago, I nearly committed suicide in front of Khonshu's statue... Khonshu is the Egyptian God of the Moon. He offered me another chance to live as his avatar. My story sounds ridiculous but it's true," Marc explained slowly, trying to avoid your gaze.

As you stared at him, you asked, "I know who Khonshu is, but I have never heard of such a thing. Aren't gods just stories people made up to have something to believe in and explain things they cannot?"

Khonshu appeared next to the bed, looking pity on you. In a deep tone, he roared, "Girl has no idea what she's talking about. I am the true justice for the wrongdoers!"

Marc exhaled a sigh. "He just stated that he is the true justice."

With an eyebrow raised, you looked around before looking back at him. "He is here? Now?"

Marc pointed at the place where Khonshu stood. "Yes, he is over there."

"Marc. I don't see anything," You sighed. "So, you said you are his avatar. What does that mean?"

"Well, it's complicated. Avatars are supposed to be gods' guides on Earth and carry out their wishes without drawing attention to themselves."

"Are you his puppet then?"

"What a splendid summary she provided us with, worm," Khonshu let out a soft chuckle.

Marc rolled his eyes and flopped back on the bed. "Sort of."

"He isn't hurting you, right?" You asked, moving closer to him. "That's why you are looking for the tombs? Is Khonshu the reason?"

Not necessarily tombs, but those who commit crimes. Stealing ancient artifacts is part of that. It may sound bizarre, but Harrow got his hands on something very valuable. I am now tracking him and his men down to plan a final attack."

"I hope your god-friend won't snatch my head off," you said as you moved behind him to place his head on your lap. "Let me verify if I understand correctly - you are a vigilante in the hands of an Egyptian God of the Moon, beating up bad guys?

Marc laughed softly with his eyes closed. "No matter how ridiculous it sounds, it is what it is."

You ran your fingers through his hair gently. "Indeed, this sounds ridiculous, but we live in a world where there are real superheroes."

"Don't think I'm as fancy as Iron Man or Captain America." Marc chuckled.

Khonshu poked Marc with his cane. "Thanks to me, you are far better than them."

"Oh, c'mon! Don't kill my hopes for a billionaire or a handsome World War II soldier!” You joked and laughed, ruffling his hair. “Sincerely, I admit that this is quite a lot to take in, but I don't think any less of you. You seem to strive to do good things. That's important. Can I help somehow?”

"Oh, yes, she can. In case you get killed, I'll know where to get a new avatar from," Khonshu said before vanishing.

"Oh my God, he's a pain in the ass, I swear," Marc whined and rolled his head more to look into your eyes. "No idea how you could help, but it would be useful if you keep yourself outta any unnecessary trouble."

"Staying away from unnecessary issues will be hard when you're by my side, so I won't follow," you said, rolling your eyes as you kissed his forehead. "I'll do my best to help."

"Aren't you afraid? Scared? Anything?"

As you shook your head, you bounced a little in your seat. I'm not. It sounds nuts but at the same time, it sounds so exciting! Egyptian gods are actually real, and they use ordinary people as their avatars to be somehow present among us."

Marc cocked his brows as he studied your face. "You seem fascinated. I'm glad you aren't taking me, or should I say us, for some weirdo."

"Because it is fascinating! We've been taught our whole lives there is one God and to believe all old beliefs are just stories, but here you are telling me all of that," You said, looking right at him. "How can I not be thrilled?"

Marc rubbed your cheek with his hand, replying, "You're so cute. Little and brave, not scared of anything."

"Should I be offended that you call me 'little'?" You nuzzled his hand. "I am glad you crushed my scooter. I had a chance to meet you."

He smiled. "But look at you, you're little. That's the fact. Little and cute."

Growling playfully, you kissed his forehead again. "You don't sleep much, do you?"

"It's hard, you know? Because I can't be sure I'll wake up in my own body."

Nodding you moved away and started to remove your clothes until you sat just in your underwear. "Don't look at me like this. I won't sleep in my clothes."

He rolled to his side and rested head on his hand propped on the elbow. "Look at that. You're so fucking sexy."

"I know and thank you, but now jump out of the clutches. Time for some sleep. I will guard you.'' 

Marc removed his shirt and pants, staying in fitted, black boxers. He laid by your side, outstretching his arm for you.

You nuzzled to him, pulling the thin cover over both of you. "Comfy?”

"Yes." He replied softly, closing his eyes.

You were never a fan of getting up in the morning. Even at home, you loved to sleep, but the warm sun and noises outside didn't help you sleep.

Your body stretched as you let out a little sigh and opened your eyes. 

The only thing you hoped for was that this Morning with Marc would be different from the first.

His breath was slow and steady as he slept on his belly, face nuzzled to the pillow.

There was no doubt that this was a much more pleasant sight. It looked as though he had gotten some sleep. Following a few minutes of watching him, you moved closer and kissed him on the head.

As Marc turned slightly to the side, his body twitched a little and a soft groan escaped his lips.

"Morning," you whispered, smiling softly. "Slept well?"

"Hey, gorgeous. Yeah, but I wouldn't mind a few more minutes. My head is killing me."

Nodding, you kissed his forehead. "Sure, take your time. I will go to my place and grab some stuff. We still need to find that tomb."

He nodded his head, not bothering himself to open his eyes.

You covered him, and got ready to get your stuff.

The process of gathering things back at home was exciting. You couldn't believe that Marc was back in your life. The things he told you last night sounded stupid but somehow you believed all of this and wanted to help as much as possible.

After collecting your stuff and gear, you headed back to Marc's hotel.

On your way there you visited the local market to find your friend and possibly get some info.

Your research with Marc was great fun; it got more and more exciting every time you two got closer to anything.

Eventually, the two of you found the tomb's possible location. The only thing left was to go there and check it out.

Before you secured the rope, Marc reminded you to be careful.

As you asked, "Are you worried, sweetie?" with a cheeky smile, you jumped down the opening, leaving Marc on top.

"Yes." Marc soon joined you down, using the very same rope you used.

As you untied the rope and turned on the flashlight, you concluded, "Well, that was fun." Glancing around, you felt the excitement building. "Do you see this, Marc?!”

Hieroglyphs covered every wall. You had no idea what they were saying, but the simple sight of them made you jump.

There were boot prints in the sand under your feet, leading further into the darkness of the tomb. "I see that, too." He pointed to the sand under your feet.

"And I was hoping for a quiet adventure with you, but troubles seem to love to follow you... Or be somewhere before you," you sighed and looked at him. "We should be careful."

The man followed the footprints on the sand, ordering you to turn out the flashlight.

It would be easier if there was an open space like last time," you whispered, staying close to Marc. "Do we have any plan?”

"Yes. If it gets heated on, you stay behind and don't try to play a hero."

"You think I will just leave you if it gets heated? You crazy?" You frowned. "Maybe we can sneak past them?"

"Stay here." He ordered, the tone of his voice changed.

The only thing Marc had to protect himself was his hands as he stepped into yet another huge chamber. In trying to circle the group of men who were setting up equipment there, he stepped on an old vase that cracked, attracting everyone's attention. "Fuck." Marc cursed. 

Moments later, his skin turned as pale as his eyes and he knew he was clocking out.

You hid in your hiding place. Again. Just like last time, you simply observed and sneered when he cracked the vase, but things quickly got interesting.

Marc told you to stay, and despite knowing he would be mad, you slipped into the chamber anyway to do at least a little bit of good.

Marc's appearance changed; soon, a ceremonial suit of white armor given by Khonshu to his avatar appeared on Marc and he immediately attacked enemies.

You probably would have just watched him since everything became so interesting. However, to be a bit more useful you got rid of a few baddies, aiming more at their legs to lower your kill count.

Marc, holding a curved dagger in the shape of a moon and removing his hood, glared back at you when the terrain was cleared of goons.

As you waved from behind your cover, you smiled awkwardly. "Sweetie, you're looking great! You're a badass even, I would say."

Marc, despite knowing Khonshu won't approve, made a little turn to show you his entire outfit, spreading the cape a little. "Say hi to the Moon Knight."

After looking around one more time, you left your cover and approached the man.

"I am just speechless." You couldn't help but gently touch the golden moon on his chest. Your touch was so soft that you were basically doing it with your fingertips only. Your palm moved to touch the 'fabric' on his arm as you asked, "So, what exactly is that? Some kind of magical power? An ancient robe? An armor?"

"It's the ceremonial suit of armor, Khonshu granted it to me."

As you grabbed his hand to take a closer look, you said, "This is really beautiful. You look scary, but not for me. They feel like bandages, but they are not!"

Marc looked down at you as soon as the hood and mask that covered his face disappeared. "You're fangirling."

You squeaked, piling into your place. "Can you blame me? Look at what you're wearing and WHO gave you this! A ceremonial suit of armor from the ancient Egyptian God of the Moon! And I see no scratch on you... Is... Is it healing you?!"

"That's one of its advantages." He nodded and stepped aside, looking carefully around before crouching down and picking up the golden scarab. "The Scarab of Ammit will show us the way to Ammit's tomb."

Suddenly, Marc's outfit changed into a plain, white business man attire. Steven waved at you cheerfully, saying, "Oh! Where am I? Oh! Y/N! Hiya!" You could hear a thick, British accent of Steven's.

As you looked at him, you gasped and jumped again in your place.

The first thing you did upon greeting Steven was to look at his suit, touching the collar of the jacket. "I can't believe it! This suits different people. For Marc, it's a full armor, and for us, it's a suit. You look great, Steven."

He tried to show off his biceps. "Innit? Classy, fancy yet sharp, and dangerous! Just like me!"

As sharp as a pocket knife, eh?" You laughed. "It's just amazing how well it adapts to each of you. Khonshu, if you're here, I just wanted to let you know that you are a fucking genius with that thing."

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, my name is Steven with a v!" He sang in a happy tone, rocking his hips from left to right. "Of course it's sharp!"

Khonshu appeared right next to you and poked you a little with his cane. "Of course I am. You see, idiots? She knows how to be polite and grateful."

You laughed softly and stumbled a bit. As you suspected, it was caused by Khonshu. "Okay! Let's get back to reality. Steven?"

When you called him, Steven was making sure his suit was not stained with blood. "Yeah?"

Marc and I came to this tomb to find the thing you're holding. Marc told me it's the Scarab of Ammit, a look at what was happening here before you joined," you clapped your hands, shrugging, before pointing to the way you two came. "We should go."

"I sense a better way. Come!" Steven grabbed you by hand and pulled you further behind him into the tomb. 

You were shocked and let him lead you, curious as to what he sensed.

Soon, the two of you headed through long, narrow corridors, until you reached a wall. "Khonshu, do your magic trick!" Steven asked.

The God appeared behind you, poked his staff on the wall and it opened, revealing a narrow passage leading outside, into the desert.

Your mouth was wide open as you watched the stone blocks move. As you spent more and more time with them, things got crazier and crazier. "That's Harry Potter level shit."

"I like Harry Potter. And Avatar. Good films." Steven replied and extended his gloved hand to you. "Shall we?"

After accepting his hand, you followed him outside the tomb.

Steven's heart skipped a beat and he screamed internally when you grabbed him by the hand. Even though he wasn't happy with you stealing Marc from Layla, he realised how much he liked you.

Taking a glance at Steven with a smile, you were glad he didn't act hostile towards you. The fact that Marc liked you didn't mean Steven would be nice to you, but thank God he was.

"I think we should leave before someone finds us here. We can talk more about stuff back at the hotel. You can drive, right?"

“Ah, Marc, you've got this." A blink of an eye later, the white suit had disappeared and Marc stood in front of you in his regular clothing. "He doesn't have a driver's licence." He explained shortly.

"Ah, I like that suit." You whined, hugging Marc tightly while pretending to be disappointed.

"Come on."

Spector took you back to the hotel he rented the room in.

Your first move upon entering was to take the Scarab from Marc and sit at the closest table to take a closer look at the item. "So what does it do? Is it some kind of odd device that opens something? It calls for all the aliens that built the pyramids?”

Marc poked your ribs with a chuckle. "No, silly. I told you it was like a compass."

"Can I have a question?”

As he flipped over on the bed, he nodded. "I think that yes, you can have one."

"Khonshu is a god and he sees lots of things. I can't understand why you scurry about looking for magical compasses, manuscripts, and bad guys when he should just point and say 'go there, worm!', right?" You exclaimed, pretending to be Khonshu.

Marc propped himself up on elbows with a mischievous grin. "He doesn't know everything, and without his avatar, he wouldn't be able to find and defeat Ammit."

Khonshu appeared from nowhere on the balcony. "She should be more authentic if she wants to imitate me. Pathetic."

Getting into fangirl mode again, you jumped off the table and hopped onto Marc's bed. "What about other gods? Are they here as well? Do they have people as their avatars? Do they walk among us?

He responded as if it was the most obvious thing, "Yes, they do."

You chuckled softly, pushing his shoulder gently. "Don't say it like it's an obvious thing. I didn't believe in any of them until yesterday." You explained. "Have you met them? What are they like? Whom have you met?"

"Shhh. Easy. Except for Khonshu, I haven't met any of them, so far."

As you smiled, you looked down at the scarab that remained in your hand. "You found what you were looking for again. Do you think you will disappear again for another two or three months?"

"I'm heading to England." Marc stated.

You shrugged as you asked, "Can I like... Go with you? I have friends there. Someone will no doubt let me sleep on their couch."

"You won't stay with any of your friends, I guarantee."

"I don't want Steven to be bothered. It's fine." You assured him.

"You'll stay with us in his apartment."

"Do you think he would be OK with this? Or did you decide for him? I don't want him to wake up thinking I broke into his apartment."

"I will talk to him, or you can do so, if you wish."

Khonshu commented, "Don't worry, the idiot will be happy to talk to someone who's not just a reflection in his bathroom mirror."

"Just to be sure, I'd like to speak with him personally."

As Marc flopped on the bed, he took in a glance at the mirror hanging above it on the ceiling and soon surrendered his body to Steven. Heavy British accent followed, "Hiya, Y/N."

"Hi again, Steven." You greeted him with a kind smile. "I heard you and Marc were going back to London. If I may be honest, I don't want to be away from him. Could I perhaps rent a couch at your flat?"

"If you promise not to drive me bonkers, I think it'll be a very interesting experience, won't it?"

You assured him, "I am the finest roommate you will ever have. I will show you my maps and journals and I can cook. I hope you like old books a lot."

He looked at you and asked, "Do you like Egypt and Egyptian beliefs? I have a lot of stuff on the flat, it's a total mess... It's not against you staying there, but I'll need to make a few changes. Oh, I'll introduce you to Gus, he'll be delighted."

"There are many beliefs I admire, but Egyptian beliefs are my favourites! I can help you clean up a bit before I move in." You nodded. "I'll also pay for myself, don't worry about that."

Steven replied with a hint of hesitation within his tone, "It's not about cleaning really. I have something in there that many people would consider a red flag." The man explained.

"Steven, what did you mean by that? Now I'm curious." Turning to him, you placed your head on your hand.

"This is too much explaining. Soon you'll see for yourself." 

There was no plan to sell your flat or anything like that, so all you brought to England were a few boxes filled with the most important things and clothes.

You nodded and looked around, carrying them inside. The flat was not much bigger than yours but was charming nonetheless. "How nice!" 

Steven, who entered directly behind you, shook his head briefly for no. "It's messy, it's old... Ahm, don't go to the bedroom, I mean, it's over there," he pointed in the proper direction, "But don't go there yet, there is sand around the bed."

"Steven, I've seen worse places, trust me." You said, nodding. "It's your flat, so your rules apply. I'm not going there."

After lowering his head, Steven rushed to the said area of his apartment. 

Khonshu appeared right next to you, poking you with his cane. "And you are going to live here? In this mess? You couldn't possibly get any lower, Y/N."

You shrugged, sitting down. "Oh well, I really slept in the worst places. If it means...” Only then you realised who you were talking to - it was Khonshu himself. After letting out a scream, you fell off the couch and onto the floor. "I... I can see you! Why am I seeing you?!" 

Khonshu poked your shoulder with the tip of his slightly curved bill as he lowered his body. "I'm fed up with hiding from your gaze. I want you to admire my grandeur."

You frowned, looking right at him. "I honestly expected you to look differently." Getting up you took a closer look. "So you are real indeed! Oh my! I can't believe it. YOU ARE REAL! You are so tall!"

"He is!" Steven screamed from the bedroom.

Khonshu poked your belly a few times. "You can bathe yourself in my glory, little human."

You rubbed your stomach as you said, "I have more questions that need to be soaked in your glory. Why did you pick Marc? What gods also walk among us? Why do you look like this and why are you rude to boys when you clearly need both of them?"

"There are all kinds of the other gods among you. I saw his mental issues as something easily exploited, plus his skills as a mercenary overlapped with the role of my avatar. This is just the way I look and I'm not rude, just being honest."

"I don't like the mental issues answer. Can I touch you? Or are you look like a ghost? What with the staff? Can I hold it?” You asked, circling him curiously.

Khonshu turned his head in an attempt to spot Steven. "Marc, I need your help, she's tiring me already." After looking back at you, he nodded. "You can touch. But you can't hold my staff."

You immediately decided to try and touch him, gasping excitedly once you realized he felt just like Marc's ceremonial robes. "Fuck! So cool!”

Steven returned. "I'm afraid Marc is temporarily unavailable. Y/N, what are you doing to the pigeon?"

"I AM TOUCHING AN ACTUAL GOD!” Squeaking loudly, you jumped in your place.

Steven blinked. "You're a real fangirl but if I were you, I wouldn't touch him. You never know where he was lurking."

Khonshu turned his skully head to the man. "One more word, worm, I swear."

"Steven, please be nice to Khonshu." You asked. "What did you mean by Marc being temporarily unavailable?"

"I can't summon him back."

"Well, then I think I need to wait." 

The rest of the day went quiet. 

It took you a long time to unpack all your belongings. 

The evening came, and you sat on a couch, drawing in one of your journals while Steven slept in his bed.

His body jerked suddenly and the man sat up.

Looking over your shoulder you waved at him. "Evening! Feeling better after the nap?"

Marc rubbed his temples, saying, "My head hurts like hell, I feel a little hangover..."

After getting up from the couch, you looked at him worriedly as you carefully walked up to the bed. "It's the second time it happens, and I witness it, love. Can I help you somehow?”

"Can you get me a glass of water, please?"

To fulfill the wish, you simply turned around and walked to the kitchen. You then went back to him and got on the bed, trying to avoid the sand. "Here."

Taking the glass, Marc downed the contents immediately, wiping his lips with the top of his hand as he did so. "Thanks. So, how do you like Steven's place?"

By placing yourself on his lap, you massaged his scalp with your hands while moving them along his temples. "It's nice. Really nice. I met Khonshu. I was just worried about you, love."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of your fingers; it soothed his anxiety.

"Do you feel better? Because I need to talk to you, Marc."

"It's me, sweetie."

"As Steven slept and you were gone, I sat on the couch and was thinking a lot about you, Steven, and Khonshu." Your hands rested on his shoulders.

As he set the glass aside, his palms were placed on your hips. "Any conclusions?"

You nodded, getting more comfortable on his lap. "It's exciting, but also a little scary. Those are things that no ordinary person has to deal with every day," you remarked. "Get what I mean?" 

As he looked at you bluntly, he shook his head no.

I'm trying to say that," your arms wrapped around his neck, "I love you and I'm worried about you. If you like it or not, you will have to deal with one stubborn, reckless treasure hunter. Not because of what you do but because I see something special in you as a person."

There was nothing left for him to do but kiss your lips deeply; it was more than he expected from you, and his heart was filled with joy. "I love you too, my little treasure hunter. For the better and for the worst."

"For the better and for the worst." You agreed, nodding your head eagerly. "I am not gonna leave, no matter how dirty stuff will get. I am ready to help."

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips to plant a tiny kiss on its top. "The real adventure starts now."

My deflowering || Steven Grant x Reader (First Person POV)

Summary: After dating Steven for a few months, you felt needy and so you decided - the next time he wants to have some fun with you, you'll let him have whatever he craved for so long

Word count: ~ 2420

Rating: explicit (+18)

Warnings: smut (deflowering + 69)

Authors: Fenrir & Rouge

It was a mutual feeling - we were both nervous as hell, but ready to move forward. It had been on my mind for a while, but I had been too worried about getting it right because this was going to be my first time.

Steven was the man of my dreams - he was smart, he made me laugh like no one else, he was sexy, and he was serious when he needed to be. Adding to his charming personality was his passion for history.

We took things slowly. Kissing and petting took up a great deal of his time, which made me want him even more. Even so, we continued slowly; after all, I was a few years younger than him, and Steven claimed: "there is no need to rush things." I appreciated his desire for me to get ready, without pressuring me. I admired him deeply.

My favorite part of the day was lying in bed with him; I loved being cradled in his strong, caring arms. It was comforting to feel his body against mine. His heat warmed my heart and ignited a fire in me that I had never experienced before.

The first time Steven laid hands on me will always be a memory of the first time we started using our tongues to please one another. While watching a movie at his place, I felt the familiar tingling between my legs. As the wet spot rapidly grew between my thighs, I moved around in my seat, growing uncomfortable.

My heart melted when he asked, "What's wrong?"

His tone was soothing, making me want him even more. While biting my bottom lip, I glanced at him and then threw my best bedroom eye at him. His face lit up like he had just won the lottery. Steven knew I was horny; with the growing bulge I could feel pressing against my leg, I knew he was getting there too.

He asked in a tone of voice different from normal; his soft caring tone had now turned deep and rushed. "Is my little Y/N horny?"

"Yes." I laid back down, giggling a little. "What are you going to do about it?"

As he lowered his lips to meet mine, he smiled. His feather soft caresses sent bolts of electricity through my skin as soon as our lips touched. A deep moan escaped me as he rubbed my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra, causing them to harden almost instantly. To remove clothes from my upper body, I pushed him off a bit.

Likewise, he stripped down to his now tight boxer shorts. Standing straight, he scanned my body with his eyes.

As I licked my lips and silently beckoned him towards me, Steven could see my chest heaving up and down. Grant obeyed, as he always does, and he bent down once more to kiss me.

Though this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate and desperate; our tongues met and danced together as I grabbed a large tuft of his hair between my fingers and tugged on it ever-so-lightly while we made out.

Steven's hand made its way up my body once more, searching for, and finding, my erected nipple, after what seemed like an eternity of innocent bliss. He rubbed it a little. In the process, he placed his leg over mine and slowly rubbed his very erect cock against my trembling leg.

When he put his head against my neck, grinding a bit harder, Steven let out a soft moan into my ear; his hot breath filling me, claiming me as his own - making me crave that same breath on and around my pussy. My words were breathless and drawn out, "Go down on me."

He raised his head and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure, babe?"

I simply nodded; I had known all along that I wanted his head to be buried between my thighs but had been too timid to come out and say it.

Steven smirked mischievously and kissed me down my neck, along my collarbone, and over my breasts as he descended. In addition to licking, kissing and biting my nipples, he also made me even wetter, so much so that I could feel dribbling down my thighs.

With his kisses reaching my belly button, I was filled with the most intense lust and craving for sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. Steven was closer than ever to tasting what he was doing to me as my clit throbbed to the beat of my heart. My legs tensed up as he made his way over my hip, and my knees locked. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body, making my heart skip several beats at once.

With a smile plastered across his face, Steven said, "Y/N, calm down. Let me actually get to your pussy before you cum."

I blushed crimson red. I was embarrassed, but he took it as a sign of how much I wanted him.

I looked deep into his love-struck eyes as I smiled innocently. My left hand touched the back of his head as I urged him to continue, which he did immediately.

My eyes closed as his soft lips continued to caress my skin, his tongue making brief appearances along my body.

As he worked lower and lower, kissing around but not touching my pussy, I rolled fully onto my back and let out a soft moan. My legs were forced to open by his kisses, albeit by magic.

His tongue darted across my goosebumps-covered thighs, then across my knee. For a moment, he looked up at me. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust and craving for my body. "I love you," Steven whispered into the soft flesh of my thigh, as he pressed his lips there.

I changed my deep breaths into words. I replied, "I love you too."

His kisses reached up to my pussy, still covered in my lacy panties, and his tongue writhed around to stroke my tender skin throught the fabric. Each of his tongue strokes brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that once his mouth was upon my wet, swollen clit, I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

Steven’s skilled fingers easily pushed the material of my panties aside as he began to rub and stroke my pussy lips as if on cue. As my juices soaked into his fingers, he made them slippery and moist. Despite his teasing and his attempt to get me to ask for release, I would not. As he continued to touch my wet pussy, he parted its lips and rubbed my wet slit. He ran his finger all around my clit without touching it. Each time he neared, I arched my back and exhaled sharply.

He made me cum because I couldn't take this constant, cruel teasing any longer. I wanted to feel his tongue probe my warm, wet, tight pussy. I wanted him to carefully slide his fingers inside me and rub my sensitive spot. I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him.

After placing my hands over his hair, I gently pressed his face against my pussy before he could protest. "I just want your tongue to touch my aching pussy so badly."

I felt as he propped himself up on his elbows; I thought that he didn't want to continue. It was as if he just wanted to leave me there panting and slick with my own release.

"I know, Y/N. I need you just as much." And with that Steven knelt on his knees, his very erect penis gleefully escaping the fabric of his boxers as Grant pushed them down his legs. His dick popped out and stood at full attention; his head purple and slick with salty, pre-cum, throbbing already. It too craved contact.

I asked shyly, "Can you touch it for me?" It's always been a great thrill for me to see Steven touching himself; I loved seeing his eyes closed tightly as his hand worked back and forth across his shaft. I enjoyed the loud animalistic noises he made any time he was about to cum. Mostly, though, I loved watching the jets of thick, white cum erupting from his quivering member. It was thrilling to see him jerk every last drop out, as well as the shudders that lasted for a long time after he had climaxed.

Seeing me touching myself, Steven smiled and permitted me to do so. As he sat on his knees, he moved his hand over to his cock. As his hand touched the shaft, he grunted.

Hearing and seeing this sent me into a sensory overload. After grabbing hold of my clit, my fingers began working on it. I rubbed it in small circles, flicked and pinched it as Steven instructed, and my body climbed ever higher toward the summit. Whenever I hit that particularly sensitive spot of my clit, where the hood didn't cover it, he could tell I was close by the beads of sweat that formed on my forehead.

"That's it baby," He urged. "Cum for me, little kitten." His pet-calling was driving me insane, and he knew that. He knew how much I enjoyed being called all those sweet nicknames. That I was here for no other purpose than to satisfy his every need, that I was only here to make him feel good.

"Who's my dirty, little kitten?" Grant asked. When I didn't respond right away, he asked me again, this time his tone was much firmer and erotic. "I asked, who is my dirty, little kitten?"

"I am." I replied, panting hard as I crept closer to climax.

As he began to move his hand over his cock more quickly, he smiled. Steven tilted his head forward and thrust his hips, he whispered, "I'm close, Y/N."

I decided to try something we hadn't done before in order not to waste that hot load. "How about a sixty-nine?" I asked shyly, a blush covering my cheeks.

Steven laid comfortably on the bed, waiting for me to straddle his face.

My legs trembled and I immediately sat up and pulled my panties down, throwing them aside. My knee went over his head as I straddled him as gently as I could, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he dove right in. As I moved my hips to match his rhythm, he began lapping at my juices, his strong hands kneading the flesh of my ass.

It was the first time anyone had ever put their head between my thighs, and I was drooling. Having his tongue move over my clit, sending me to the edge of an orgasmic trance was the best feeling I had ever experienced. He filled me up just enough with his fingers. Whenever he touched me, every part of my body tensed and shook. The feeling was divine. I rolled my head back and moaned his name loudly, playing a little with my breasts.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his hard member throbbing. I leaned down and hungrily took as much as I could into my mouth. Even though it made me gag at first, I wanted it all. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel the same. I stroked his balls with my free hand, making him moan into my pussy; the vibrations tickled it.

On his cock, I bobbed my head back and forth, savouring the taste of his precum. I could feel his balls tensing up in my hand as he began slipping his tongue into my core. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." Steven soon breathed through my pussy, making me go crazy.

When I continued to visualize him spurting that gorgeous cum that I was about to swallow for the first time today, the familiar tingling in my clit began. I let go of his balls and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock fully into my mouth. I began pushing his cock balls-deep in and out of my mouth.

Like a tidal wave hitting the shore, the first wave of ecstasy swept over me. I felt numb throughout my whole body, and it took me away from myself. As my clit became too sensitive to touch, I kept grinding my pussy against his face.

He pulled away from me and pushed me off of him.

I asked breathlessly, "What are you doing?" I anticipated tasting his delicious cum. When he spoke, I sat up.

'Lay down, kitten. Today you are going to be full.” And with that, he planted a large, soft kiss directly on my lips.

I loved being able to taste myself on his tongue. It was sweet, salty, and almost bitter.

With his knee, Steven separated my legs and positioned himself between them, rubbing his throbbing member against my entrance.

Having craved it for so long, I was panting at that point.

As if waiting for my permission, Steven looked straight into my eyes.

Nodding my head, I instinctively grabbed the sheets and began to fist them.

I was slick enough for him to slide in me easily. My head rolled back as I cried his name, barely breathing. "Oh my God, Steven!"

Steven leaned forward and closed my lips with a kiss.

I had no choice but to moan loudly, fisting the sheets beneath me as he rocked his hips back and forth, stretching my pussy. Soon, I was a moaning mess beneath his strong body.

He kept on steady pace, pushing himself fully in me, slowly and carefully to not hurt me in any way, grunting and cursing from time to time. His head leaned down and he caught one of my nipples between his teeth.

I was tight enough to drive him crazy pretty quickly.

Soon, his hips stuttered, his grunts became louder and Steven pulled out of me, cumming all over my abdomen with a final, roaring grunt. He laid down beside me and we both took time to recover; he was shuddering and still breathing like he had just run a marathon.

I was there, nuzzling to his broad chest, inhaling his scent and shaking all over my body after having the very first intercourse in my life. I was so happy he was the one to deflower me. I trusted him with my life; I knew he would never hurt me. But most of all, Steven Grant was the man I loved dearly.

Cuddle His Angst Away || Steven Grant x fem!reader

Summary: Steven doesn't show up for your scheduled date once again, so you decide to visit him.  As a result, you cuddle him to sleep to ease his stress

Warnings: none

Words: 2890

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

"Of course, this is the main hall; I don't think I need to explain it to you," Donna grumbled, bored and a little annoyed. She was lucky enough to be given the opportunity to introduce a new employee for some strange reason. "And here's our lovely gift shop, complete with Stevie." She tapped her fingernails against the counter as she spoke.

Because you didn't like her tone, you merely smiled and fawned at the poor man who looked like he had been up for days. "Hi.”

After a second blink, Steven realised what was up, as if he had been shaken awake from a deep state of reflection. "Hello." He replied. Welcome. You must be Y/N person. The tourist guide position has been replaced, I've been told. And it's Steven with a "v”, not Stevie, Donna."

"It's Y/N, not Y/N person. Bloody hell, Stevie, it's time to wake up," Donna said as she looked at her watch. "Y/N, you don't have any tours scheduled today. Just get to know this place. Stevie, and then you can get back to work." She walked away without saying anything more.

"Isn't she a lovely person?" You inquired, your eyes rolling. "So! Once again, hello, my name is Y/N and I'm a new tour guide." You smiled and extended your hand to him.

Clearly, Steven hesitated before taking your hand in his for a brief shake. He fixed his gaze on you for a few moments before he cleared his throat to say, "Just so you know, if you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask me. I've been here for a while, so I know what, where, and how."

"This will be hugely helpful. Thank you incredibly much, Steven." You smiled as you looked at his name tag. "I'll contact you as soon as I need something. I honestly wouldn't dare to ask Donna anything." You nodded quietly, giggling.

"After all, she is the boss. Everyone in a position of power is a little bossy. She is the master, and I am the servant." Steven yawned quietly, covering his mouth with his curled palm.

"Being a boss does not imply being a jerk." You sighed and took a quick look around. "Difficult night?"

If it was just a bad night, he thought to himself, sinking back into his thoughts. Soon after, he shook his head and said, with a flat smile glued to his face, "Rather a difficult life filled with questioning the reason for being." His tone was still so low that he had to repeat twice before you could hear him properly.

You gave him a slight smile and nodded. "You say? As another of Donna's servants, can I purchase something from the gift shop? Or will she sever my head?"

Steven frowned briefly before breaking into a bright smile. "Sure. I don't presume any of those less would pose a problem for our beloved leader," Steven pointed to various items gathered in baskets or displayed on the counter and shelves behind him. "What would you want to get? Have any of those fancy souvenirs caught your eye, Y/N?"

"That Taweret plushie," you exclaimed happily and giggled as Steven handed it over to you. "Dear God, I wish she looked like she did in all the books. Goddess of fertility and childbirth. But for visitors, it's sold as cute stuffy. How much for it?"

"To you for free, this one's one me." Steven smiled as he ran his hand through his dark hair, which resembled a bird's nest. "I'm also not a fan of turning goddesses and gods into those," he said, pointing to a few other small statues and Osiris, who had been transformed into a whistle, "But money is money. As long as people are willing to pay for plastic Osiris to blow into his buttocks, they will be manufactured. There is nothing more or less. The essence of life."

You couldn't help but laugh quietly. "This is more than true," you said as you moved in closer. "Just between you and me, outside, whoever made those banners did a terrible job considering Ennead had only seven gods."

Steven's shrug was followed by a slight nod. "I believe you already know who came up with the idea."

"I'm betting on Donna. I believe she simply does not care to be accurate." With a shrug, you stuffed the plushie into your shoulder bag. "Thank you so much for that wonderful gift. I won't take up any more of your time, Steven. I should go take a look around."

Grant asked a simple question with an unexpected burst of courage that surprised him, "Do you want to meet for coffee later? With me? We could, for example, discuss museum related stuff. Or just drink the hot, black liquid that's supposed to enlighten your brain and burst your endorphins."

Looking at him, you blinked, surprised by the sudden invitation, but he was the only normal person you'd met here so far. You gave a nod. "Sure! That's perfect for me. So, Steven, I'll see you later."

Grant followed you with a careful glance, feeling a little dizzy as you walked away.

When a pair of children came to the gift shop looking for souvenirs, he simply pulled a sign with WE'RE CLOSED written on it and placed it on the counter, right in front of the children's faces. He then left his desk and went to the restroom, despite protests from children.

You obviously noticed him leaving, but you didn't give it much thought because you were too occupied with your surroundings. He was an odd lad, a tired one for sure, but he was nice, much nicer than your boss. Hopefully, you would make at least one good friend here.

In the bathroom, he sprayed his face with cold water and wiped it with a paper towel, looking in a large, long mirror.

"You're fucking stupid." Suddenly, a deep voice said within his head.

Even though Steven knew he was alone in the bathroom at the time, he took a moment to look behind his shoulder. "Who said that? WHO SAID THAT?!"

"Idiot. Did you just looked around even though you have a fucking mirror in front of you? Just so you know, this is not how you hit on a girl. How come you're so stupid to first talk about some plastic shit and then asking her out?"

Steven slipped hands in his hair, shaking his head. "You're not real."

"If I'm not real then you're not real as well, idiot."

Steven sat down on the floor for a few moments, gasping and thinking. Soon he realised the voice was gone.

You walked around the museum, making certain that you understood everything. On your latest tour, you even bothered the security guard, who was standing behind cameras, but he appeared to be more preoccupied with kitten videos on his phone.

When the work day came to an end, you decided to wait at Steven near the main entrance.

You both went to get that promised coffee after he joined.

Soon, you and Steven were sitting on the park bench, sipping your coffee. Your shoulder bag was next to you, plushie peeking out from beneath the clap.

"I hear a strange accent, so I'm assuming you're not from here." Steven said casually as he sipped his coffee.

You chuckled as you licked your lips after another sip of coffee. "Is it really that obvious? I was certain I'd be fine after my mother, who was actually from here." You sipped one more time and nodded. "I moved here from New York because I no longer felt safe there."

"All the superhero stuff, huh?" Steven inquired casually as he finished his coffee. "I, surely, would not want to live there. It's much calmer here."

"Exactly, I'd never heard of aliens wreaking havoc on London. So here I am, trying to find a job." You shrugged as you finished your coffee as well.

Steven indicated with a nod. "A reasonable decision."

"And you're the one who decides which decisions are reasonable and which are not?" Within his head, a deep tone whispered. "You're unable to gather yourself even."

Steven took a quick look around. "Be quiet." He muttered through clenched teeth.

"Steven... "Are you all right?" You asked, your eyebrow raised at him.

He shook his head quickly. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I apologise. Sometimes... Sometimes I'm a little odd."

"Don't we all at times?" You made a joke and threw away your cup. "I'm really worried about tomorrow. I'll be meeting with my first group."

Steven, after a brief moment of thought, stated, "I am confident that you will succeed. The previous tour guide was a stutterer. Can you imagine how long it took him to finish the sentence? He was never able to complete the tour on time, according to schedule."

"You've made me even more nervous! Oh my goodness, I hope I can stick to my schedule! What if I don't? That bloody woman will rip off my head." You became a little concerned.

"Well done, dumbass, you scared Y/N." Steven's inner voice screamed angrily. "Apologise."

Steven jerked up, startled by a sudden sentence he heard in his head. "Don't tell me what I should do!"

He noticed you glaring up at him after a brief moment; your head tilted as you blinked. "Please accept my apologies...," Steven referred to you, scratching the back of his neck. "I think you'll fit the role perfectly, don't worry."

"It's all right." You shook your head and took a few deep breaths to relax. "I apologise. I am a very nervous person, and being a tour guide is a little intimidating for me, but as you put it, I will be successful."

He simply rubbed your shoulder and patted it at the end. "You'll see, you'll do fantastic."

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Two months have passed.

Steven tried to see you as often as he could. He knew you were upset with him for disappearing a few times and failing to show up for dates, being late for several days, but you kept forgiving him and his oddities.

Steven was an odd fella, and even after getting to know him better, that didn't change.

In terms of friendship and caring for him, you tried to be patient with him when he told you about some of his problems.

When he failed to show up yet again, you decided to go and see him yourself; you wanted to ensure that he was well. Fortunately, you knew where he lived, so you knocked on Steven's door soon after. "Steven! Are you in there?"

Steven eventually opened the door, peeping out of his flat, and smiling hesitantly as soon as he saw you standing on the corridor with your arms folded over your chest. "Y/N, hi, hi, I didn't expect you here, I thought we were set on Wednesday."

You said, tapping your foot against the floor with anger, "That's why I'm here. It's Wednesday, and we were supposed to meet an hour ago. Do you mind if I come in?"

Steven hesitated, but when he saw your cold stare, he let out a loud huff and stepped aside to make way for you to enter. "I still haven't cleaned so it's messy."

"I don't have a problem with that, Steven. I'm more concerned about you than your messy flat." Nodding, you stepped inside. "It's nice."

When Steven closed the door, he hurried to the living room to gather dirty dishes and place them in the sink. 

"Steve, it's fine really. You better tell me what happened? I was worried."

Steve yanked on his shirt and replied, "I've lost my sense of time." He continued, "Of course, I think I dozed off..."

You sighed. "To be honest, I was worried something would happen to you." You said. "Let me help you clean up here."

"I'll do it later on my own. Do you want something to drink? Have a seat... Wherever there is free space."

You nodded as you walked to the couch and moved a few books to sit down. "Tea would be nice."

Steven then went over to the aquarium to feed Gus after the tea was served.

"So, it's Gus the fish. He's cute." You smiled, taking a sip from the cup.

Steven agreed and joined you right away. "I apologise once more for forgetting our date and for messing up dates in general... You know how difficult that is for me."

You moved your hand through his messy hair as you sighed, "Steven, you know it's hard, but it happens more often than when we started. I'm worried." You said, sighing. "Is there something we can do with that?”

"What would you like to do? We know there's nothing much we can do at this point."

As you sat there, you thought. In reality, he was right and this made you a little frustrated.

"Okay... You're right... I really don't know. Also, it's getting late. Maybe," shrugging, you glanced around a little, "I could stay here and keep you company?"

Nodding, he rubbed the back of his neck. "That would be wonderful. I think Gus already has enough of me and my talking. I would appreciate someone with whom to converse."

You joked, "Is it okay if I go home to grab some clothing? Since I don't think I could sleep in your clothes."

Steven glared at you, rolling his eyes back, and hummed loudly. "You don't need to change your clothes, Y/N, you can stay in them. If you feel the need to change, I can give you one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants."

You nodded. "That would be lovely. It's hard to sleep in jeans. I hope those little requests won't bother you.".

Steven shrugged. "No, I don't mind at all. As far as I can tell, Gus has no objections, either."

Gus was probably sleeping in the water as the fish floated gently.

"Well, I am glad." Your reply was short as you looked in the direction of the kitchen. "Have you eaten yet?" 

Steven didn't reply as he rummaged through his small closet. "I did... Some time ago... I'm not sure anymore."

"Do you feel hungry?”

"No, but if you are, I can go out to grab some takeouts."

"Well, I was planning to make something tasty, but since you aren't hungry, I won't go through your fridge," you said, getting up from the couch. "Tea?"

"No thanks. The refrigerator is empty, so no food can be found there."

Nodding once more, you walked to him and accepted the clothes he chose.

After changing in the bathroom, you returned to him as soon as it was done.

Grant was already in bed with his ankles cuffed.

It caught your attention as you sat on the bed. "Wow, I must say, I didn't fully believe this part. So, would you like to cuddle?"

He only nodded hesitantly after looking down at his ankles. "As you can see, I didn't lie. It's only for protection. I would appreciate some cuddles as well."

As you laid on the bed, you relaxed and opened your arms for him soon after.

"Come here, Steven. I'll cuddle you to sleep or simply carry you through the night." Your tone was sweet and soft as you placed your offer.

Steven rolled onto his side as far as his cuffed ankles would allow, creating an ocean of curly hair on your belly as his head was placed there.

As soon as you moved a little closer to make him more comfortable, you grabbed a blanket to wrap him a little. As you hugged him, one of your hands reached into his messy hair, gently stroking them, while massaging his scalp.

While humming softly, he let you fully embrace him and rolled to his side as much as he could. "Will this ever end?" Steven asked quietly.

One of your eyes was open when you looked at him. "What do you mean?" 

"Will I ever feel normal again?"

"Steven... Do not say it as if you were some kind of maniac killing people all the time. You are a normal guy." You sighed and kissed his head. "Maybe someone can help you manage it."

Your tone made him feel as if his heart was melting.

"Even though we missed our few dates, I will still help you in any way that I can. Don't worry about that." You squeezed him a little.

Steven once believed that his emotional scars were a net that would sink him into briny depths. Nevertheless, he stood on the rock and the scars became bright sparks in the sunlight, golden fireworks giving light to the dawn, promising a brighter tomorrow. Your presence by his side made him think so, always being so caring and patient with him and all of his oddities. Grant felt relieved knowing you were always nearby to ease his worries.

Although Steven's problem was difficult, you knew better than to abandon him because of it.

Tucking the blanket around him a bit more, you held him. Throughout the night, you simply held him and offered him whatever comfort you could. He was the man you loved in the end.

The Easter Hunt || Marc Spector x fem!Reader smut

Summary: Steven Grant is your boyfriend. You live a happy life together. On Easter, something unexpected happens. You are surprised to learn Marc Spector wants to get laid with you. Would you agree to that?

Warnings: smut & language & Marc being bossy

Words: 3280

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Steven Grant x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N:  In order to dispel any doubts, we know Marc & Steven are canonically Jewish and we respect that. Nevertheless, for this particular fic purpose, we chose not to adhere to this specific canon aspect. It is our hope that you will understand & react with comprehension.To those who may have felt resentful - please accept our sincere apologies for any triggering you may have experienced.

Easter was a more laid-back holiday than Christmas. Undoubtedly, the holiday was filled with family, friends, and delicious food. On Easter Sunday, people would receive chocolate eggs and occasionally a bunny. It was enjoyable to be able to celebrate these things. Furthermore, spring had just arrived, which meant that new flowers bloomed and everything came back to life after a long absence. In order to welcome the seasonally warm air, many people opened the windows instead of getting cosy for the winter.

 Steven felt like he was on cloud nine; he had a cheerful mood. While the whole Easter dinner preparation was a bit overwhelming at times, he didn't mind as long as you were with him and Gus.

 Grant spent his free time painting eggs and hiding them around his flat since the museum was closed for Easter and Donna didn't come up with any creative, brilliant ideas to make his life worse.

 As you and Steven had been dating for a few months, you simply visited his place whenever you wanted. He even gave you the key. Your bag was full of stuff when you stepped into the flat. “Honey, I'm back!” You exclaimed.

 As soon as he spotted you, he exclaimed enthusiastically, "Hi!"

 You greeted him with joy, "I have everything!"

 He clapped his hands a few times. "Thanks. Could you place the bags on the counter in the kitchen?"

 As you nodded, you headed to the kitchen and put the bags on the counter. "I see you have cleaned a little. I'd help you if you waited for me."

 "In the past, you have said that staying in motion is always better. I wanted to do something."

 "I distinctly remember saying that we could clean and prepare the place together." You shook your head and started to unpack the bags.

 "But why would you have to work your beautiful ass off when I can take more of your responsibilities on my shoulders since I'm at home?" Steven asked with a smug smirk on his lips.

 "Because I want to help with everything, silly, but fine. Have it your way. What's next, boss?"

 "I think you should try to find a few things hidden around the flat."

 "The eggs are hidden around your apartment, right?"

 "Not only eggs." He replied mischievously.

 "I promise... if I find a gun here, I will make Marc apologise for this." You warned before you began looking through the flat.

 Mark responded to Steven within his head, "If she finds the gun and tries to blame me, she'll rather get smacked in the booty."

 Steven said, clearing his throat, "Shut the hell up."

 Looking through all the possible hiding spots in the flat, you walked around.

Eventually, you found a few nicely painted eggs. He clearly put some effort into them.

You smiled as you approached him. "That's it. Do I get anything for those?"

 "We have cheesecake, strawberries, beer and wine, and...," Steven rubbed your forearm, "Something in the bedroom."

 When he mentioned the bedroom, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's in there?"

 "Not much there yet, but we've been thinking for a while..." Steven rubbed his hands together.

 As you nodded and listened to him, you wondered what he really meant.

 Steven stated hesitantly, "Marc and I... We've been thinking, or should I say considering... He'd like to give it a shot as well."

 You chuckled a bit while humming. "Give what a shot?"

 Steven blushed as he said, "Oh, don't make me say that."

 "How else will I know what you mean?" You teased him with a smile.

 You were kissed on the cheek by him. “Some playing, you know. Playing for grown-ups.”

 "That doesn't ring a bell, sweetie." You kept on teasing him.

 Marc's low, soft grunt was virtually inaudible after he gained control. He rolled his eyes before towering over you. "I want that pussy!" 

 "Couldn't Steven just say so?" You asked. "Is that fine with him?"

 "He would try not to be. The body is mine, I must remind you."

 "Calm down your horses, Marc. If he isn't okay with it, I am sorry, but I am not either." You frowned.

 Marc glared at you, grinning a little too angrily and resting his hands on his hips. "Give me a moment." Immediately, he rushed to the nearest mirror. "Steven. Steven. Stevie! Fuck, you alive?"

 "I'm Steven, Spector. S-T-E-V-E-N with a "v" in the middle. How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Steven asked through the mirror.

 You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs while you waited.

Of course, you've slept with Steven before but only him, or at least you hoped it was just him, but honestly, you've never thought about Marc in this situation. It's strange how you got excited about the idea.

 They talked for a while; eventually, they came to similar conclusions.

 As Marc came back to you, he rested his hip against the desk near Gus' aquarium. "He doesn't mind at all."

 You got up from the couch and walked over to him. Your palms moved up his chest until they reached his shoulders. "Well, in that case, I don't mind either. To be honest, I am excited."

 "You have to stop giving me those eyes."

 "What if I don't stop? Will you punish me?" You cocked your eyebrow.

 He leaned in closer, fanning your cheek with his breath as he teasingly nosed your neck. Marc whispered hoarsely, "The kind of look you give Steven when you want to be fucked. If you aren't a good, cooperative girl, you're punished." He pulled back, taking in your look.

 "Perhaps I wish to be punished?" You winked at him, smiling.

 As he lifted your chin with his fingers, Marc asked in a teasing tone, "Is that what you want?"

 Biting your lip, you nodded.

 Marc's knee slid into the gap between your legs as he teased your mound. "Would you like me to fuck this cunt until you beg me to stop?" Marc asked again while moving his knee back and forth as he rubbed your pussy through your jeans.

 As you played with your lower lip, you gasped and hummed happily. "I will gladly accept it, sir. I would like it very much."

 In response to your whining, he stepped back and smirked in amusement. As he crossed his arms over his chest, he demanded, "Promise me, you're gonna be obedient." His voice was stronger and firmer this time around.

 With a frown on your face, you rubbed your legs together to increase friction.

Nodding, you took a deep breath. "I promise to be good."

 "That's my girl."

 A smile spread across his face. "I am now the one chasing the Easter Bunny, and we know who it is."

 Blushing you tried to run to bed, but Marc snatched you before you even got there.

Once he picked you up, you giggled loudly.

 "The Easter bunny has been caught. Now I'll be praised."

 As soon as you were back down on the floor, he made you walk backwards until you felt the cold wall of the room against your back. 

 Just then, Marc lowered his head a bit to place a wet kiss on the side of your neck, making sure to be as vocal as possible as he did so.

 With a soft moan, you grabbed Marc's cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You wanted to be sure he wouldn't pull away too soon.

 One of your legs was wrapped around his hip as he french kissed you.

 The kiss continued as you reached down to grab the hem of the shirt he was wearing so you could remove it easily.

 As he started working on your belt and the fly of your jeans, he let you tug it over his head and threw it aside, pushing you even more against the wall. "Is babygirl needy?"

 "Always." You purred and threw aside your own shirt as well.

 As your belt was also unbuckled and thrown aside, Marc opened your jeans and yanked them down rapidly, kissing between your breasts.

 You stepped outside of them. You were only wearing your white, lacy underwear in front of him.

 "Look at you, such a good girl in such defiant underwear. So fucking hot." 

As he worked on your bra clasp with his skilled fingers, he attacked your neck once more with another kiss. The bra fell down soon after.

 With a smile, you moved your hands up and down his chest until they rested on the waistband of his pants. "You're so strong, just bossing me around."

 He cupped your breast in his large hand as he reached down. He gently squeezed it, causing you to moan. Marc noticed your nipple was getting hard, so he pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. In response to this, you let out a tiny moan before you began stirring again.

 "Fuck. I want to suck your cock." You winced, staring into his eyes. "Please." You almost begged.

 He pulled back from your nipple and pressed heated kisses along your neck as both of his hands slid to your hips to pull your body more firmly against him - him as well as the noticeable bulge in his pants. Spector whispered, "You're naughty, and I like it. Let yourself go, babydoll."

 As you smiled, you moved your lips to his cheek and then his jawline. After that, you moved down his neck and chest, kissing every inch of his body. Before unbuttoning his pants, you remembered to pay special attention to his abdomen.

As soon as his cock popped free from his boxers, you licked your lips. You gave it a long lick from base to tip purring, "Yummy."

 Both his hands were in your hair as he gently bucked his hips. Marc praised in a husky voice, "Just like that. Such a little, naughty girl. Keep it up."

 Your mouth was wrapped around his tip as you sucked gently, muttering at the sound of his voice as you did so. Then, you took more of him in your mouth, moaning again, feeling how wet you became.

 Marc grunted, watching you from above, "You're so fucking skilled. Steven said you're good at blowjobs, but I refused to believe him. I was so fucking wrong."

As he bucked his hips forward, he caught the back of your head and made you swallow the entire shaft. "Just like that. Look at me. I said look at me, Y/N."

As you stared up at him, you softly growled around him.

 Your cheeks were cupped in his hands. He commented, "Such an obedient girl."

 After pulling him out of your mouth, you nuzzled his palm and purred. "Thank you, sir."

 "Up." He ordered simply.

 Because you promised to obey, you got up even though you didn't want to.

 Your tongue was warm as he kissed you deeply, tasting his precum on your tongue. Marc couldn't help but hum as he kissed you.

 Soon after, you were placed on the bed. 

After kissing your lips again, Marc proceeded to bite and lick his way down your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you.

 It seemed apt. You were a goddess, and he was your worshipper. And fuck, how much he wanted to worship you.

 Spector wasted no time sliding your lacy panties down your legs, finally ridding you of the obstructive material so that he could trail his eyes over your naked form.

 When he pulled you forward to press open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, Marc was able to smell your arousal, and it did little to quell the tenting in his ball sack.

 As you laughed, you placed both your legs on his shoulders, looking down at him with a playful smile. "Please, sir. I need you. So badly."

He leaned forward and swiped his tongue along your cunt before you could protest.

He thought you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Marc gritted, yanking one of your legs over his shoulder, improving its position and burying his face in your beautiful pussy.

You moaned and cursed breathlessly, which spurred Marc on further. As he furiously tinkered with your clit while making some obscene noises, he buried his fingers into your ass, holding you against his greedy mouth.

As your hands moved through his thick hair, you grabbed it, letting out all sorts of sounds.

 His tongue was soon accompanied by his index finger. After slipping his digit in and out of your pussy a few times, his middle finger joined, stretching you out even more.

 Marc rubbed his tongue across your clitoris, sometimes catching it a little with his teeth.

 In the wake of the first climax, Marc flipped you over and climbed up, pinning you to the old mattress. The head of his cock brushed against your dripping pussy as he shifted again.

 While trying to calm down from your high, you panted deeply. It was nothing like the time you spent with Steven. Steven was soft and gentle, putting your pleasure first. Marc was aggressive and domineering.

What if you had to be honest? You fucking enjoyed them both. "I need you to fuck me hard until all I can moan is your name, Marc."  

He slid into your tight heat without another word, stretching you so perfectly that you thought you might explode. "Fuck." He mumbled against your neck, his shoulders tensed as he slowly began to rock in and out of you. "You feel divine. So tight around my dick. Fucking perfection. Damn. Thought Steven had made you lose just a little more. Thank God he didn’t. Fuck." He growled, the rumbling in his chest ten times more intense than it had been, his mouth claiming yours in a deep kiss as one of his hands tangled in your hair. "You're so fucking fine, doll."

 A hand was moved into his hair as you whimpered, "Your cock is fucking big. You are stretching me so nicely and fucking me so well! Ough! Yes!"

"Do you like it when I fuck your little cunt like that?" he said, as he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The pistoning of his hips struck you at the point where you saw stars, making his pace suddenly frantic.

While he pressed heated kisses to your throat, his teeth caught your skin as he sucked it into his mouth, leaving a hickey behind.

 Marc grabbed you by the throat as your pussy began pulsating around his cock. His hand was large and easily fit around your throat. He then began to choke you by squeezing slightly.

 He felt as if he was climbing a mountain - higher, higher, higher - before he finally crashed. "Oh fuck!" Marc snarled, his lips slamming against yours in a brutal kiss as he ran for his own release. As his cock started swelling inside you, his thrusts became more erratic and rough. He pulled one of your legs over his tense shoulder and continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm. 

 While biting your shoulder, Spector started firing ropes of hot cum into your pussy, unable to stop himself.

Whimpering his name over and over again was like some kind of prayer for you.

Having your own climax combined with the sweet feeling of him filling you up made it even more magical. It was still hard to believe, but you didn't regret a thing. "Fuck.. Marc..."

Marc gasped for air and fell on you, his tensed muscles glistening with sweat. "That was something."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. You gently stroked his thick, now messy hair with one of your hands. "That was something. I'm not sure I'll be able to walk."

Marc rolled off you and lay close to you, admiring the shape of your naked body while tracing the curve of your waist with his index finger. "Steven is lucky to have you as a girlfriend."

Since his touch tickled,you giggled. "I know he is. I am lucky to have him as my boyfriend."

Marc rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling as he slipped his hands under his head. "Why did you agree to that? To be fucked by me?"

Turning on your side, you looked at him as you nuzzled your pillow. "I don't know. You are different. I think my curiosity took over."

"When I heard so many of your complaints about me, I believed you were going to take him out with a solid blow to the head."

It's true, you are nothing like Steven. You are an asshole, no offence meant, but still, I just wanted to know you better," you shrugged. "And you? Why did you want to 'try' this with me?"

His voice became weaker for a moment. "It's been a while..." He paused. "It's been a while since I held a woman in my arms."

"So I was like a free whore to you?"

As he let out a sigh, he frowned. He stood up from the bed to walk to the nearest window and look out of it, as he said, "No. Do you realise how hard it is to share your body with others? You need to share your space with them, and that makes it uncomfortable. I felt everything he did to you, as well as the things you did to him. How do you like this fucking answer?"

 Following him was the first thing you did.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind and gently stroked his stomach while nuzzling his back. "I apologise, Marc. You are right, I don't understand it fully and I think that I will never do, since this isn't happening to me. Kindly forgive me for this stupid question. I still get confused." You said quietly. "I have a proposal."

While he did not return to you, he nodded, awaiting to hear what you had to say.

You explained, "No matter if it is sex or just cuddles, I'm here for you. Steven is a nice guy. I'm sure he will understand your needs."

 Marc frowned to himself before turning around and looking down at you. "Do you mean that seriously?

Looking up at him, you nodded. "Yes, I am serious. You both deserved some warmth and comfort."

The feeling was strange, unlike anything he had experienced before. With disbelief and happiness mixed within him, he smiled a libit.

"Your smile is contagious, Marc. I am glad to witness it. Could you do something for me?" You ran your palm up and down his broad, naked chest.

The man tilted his head, waiting for your request to be dropped.

"Could you... Speak to Steven if he has nothing against it? I am sure he heard everything."

"I promise," Marc said as he glanced down at you for a while. "Nice tits."

With rolled eyes, you got on your tippy-toes and flicked him in the forehead. "Now, Mr. Spector? Are you a big or a small spoon?"

"Big one."

You took his hand and pulled him back to bed, nodding. There you lied down and let him be the big spoon as he pleased. You pulled his arm around your waist as you pressed your back against his chest. "Comfy?"

While placing the kiss on your nape, he smiled, saying, "Yes, very comfortable."

Steven tried to take control of Marc's body and ask if you thought Spector was better than him in those aspects, but Marc didn't allow it; he simply wanted to enjoy the moment with you.

Just a Thug || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Jake breaks into your apartment just so Khonshu can ask you for your help

Rating: 🔞explicit, minors DNI! 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Jake being an asshole

Word count: 6918

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - Jake speaking Spanish; blue italics - Khonshu We have a non-linear story here, you’ve been warned :) 

Jake was unsure of what he was even doing here. It seemed the bird-head wanted him to enter one of the flats. 

Jake began to pick up trinkets, decorations, and pictures hanging on the walls to gain an understanding of who lived there. Apparently, it was a pretty, young woman. "What the hell are we doing in here, huh? Are you falling in love or something?" Jake chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief after taking a look at the bookshelf.

"Don't ask me such a stupid question," Khonshu commented, appearing right next to the man. "The woman that lives here owes me a favor."

As you slept on the second floor, you were blissfully unaware of strangers intruding into your home downstairs. It wasn't until you shot your eyes open after hearing a noise like breaking glass that you realized you had closed all the windows, making it nearly impossible for the wind to knock a vase off the windowsill. You sat up and listened for a moment before hearing a voice. A thick, masculine voice. You felt a cold shiver run down your spine as you wrapped a silver robe around your almost naked body. You walked barefoot down the stairs slowly and quietly. Your eyes swept over the living room as you emerged from the stairwell.

"Hope that wasn't too significant," Jake muttered, shrugging off the broken vase's elements off the windowsill. He simply walked around, wondering where the owner was. He removed one of the frames from the wall with great curiosity. "Y/N Y/L/N..." He hummed your name and read the rest quickly. As Jake put the diploma back up on the wall, he inquired, "Are we really getting help from some know-all with diplomas on her wall? I bet she's got a stick up her ass." Jake then made his way further into the flat.

"Don't you dare question my decisions!" Khonshu roared with anger.

In response to the man's remarks, you frowned and opened your mouth wide. "Excuse me?! Who are you? What are you doing at my house? I have a gun and the authority to kill you for invading my property without my permission, so back off, bastard!"

"Sweetheart, you wouldn't be able to pull the trigger even if I showed you how," the man told you before turning to look at you. In all honesty, you didn't look bad, but he was already annoyed by your screams. "Don't ask me, ask the bird skull. He talks about a favor you owe him."

"Bird skull... Did you fucking... Wait. Khonshu? What the fuck?!" You raised your voice, walking to the light switch to turn the lights on.

Jake frowned at the bright light spilling over the room. "I am his avatar and he dragged my ass here, and stop screaming, woman."

A harder frown appeared on your face. You glared at the man in disbelief. "Unbelievable. Of course, Khonshu couldn't pick someone classy. Ey, birdie, what the fuck? Can you come here and talk? Because I'm not willing to speak with your fucking friend."

Jake honestly felt offended by you now. He had more class than some academic woman so sure of herself just because she got a paper or two, framed it, and hung it on the wall.

"Silence! Both of you!" Khonshu ordered, manifesting himself in the corner of the living room.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you tightened your robe around your figure. "What is this ridiculous action about? What's that crucial that you drag some random...," you gave Jake a glance, "thug here?"

"Thug? You better apologize, woman." Jake warned, pointing his index finger right at you.

"You must know why I am here. Don't pretend you don't, Y/N," the Moon God said, looking at you.

"Don't talk to me," you raised your hand to silence the stranger as your attention returned to Khonshu. "I am not willing to help you gain entry to the Council again. You fucked everything up last time."

"Eres una puta," Jake muttered, taking a seat on the couch.

"You are obligated to do whatever I ask you to, human," Khonshu demanded, growing annoyed.

"I'm not your avatar. Ask your kind companion," you pointed at the stranger and gasped, seeing him casually taking a seat on your couch. You turned to him and walked closer. "Uhm, excuse me? I don't recall letting you take a sit."

"I don't recall asking you," Jake concluded, putting his legs up on the coffee table while looking straight at you. "Listen, sweetheart. I don't want to be here, you don't want me to be here either, so let's just get this done with the bird skull so I can leave without getting rid of you."

You gasped again. "Don't call me sweetheart. Unbelievable. Y/N, wake up," you muttered to yourself, leaving the room to reach the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, containing a few ice cubes and some whiskey. You returned to the living room and sat at the dining table standing beside one of the windows. "How am I supposed to do that?" You asked looking at Khonshu. "I don't have any special powers or skills. You're asking the wrong person. And I owe you nothing."

Jake said wryly. "You are not only a whiny brat but also a disgraceful host. I would also like a beverage."

"You always knew your way, Y/N. You are the smart one," Khonshu said, and Jake laughed at this.

"Seriously, one more comment and I'll drag ya out myself," you grunted and jumped off the table to get a drink for your unexpected guest. You returned with a glass filled with whiskey and ice and handed it to him without a word. After returning to your place, you crossed your legs nicely, scoffing. "Even if, I will need time to organize everything."

"Then better get to it, Y/N. Take as long as you need, Jake will help you."

Jake choked on his drinking. ”¿Estás bromeando? ”

You sighed, stopping yourself from commenting more. You let your eyes roam along with his features - he was a handsome fella, but his attitude and rudeness were more outstanding than his physical charm. "Great."

"I'm not happy about this as well, sweetheart, but work is work," Jake shrugged, taking a sip of his drink which wasn't tasty but he decided not to mention it.

"I'm done for now. I need to think. I'll let you know once I have everything prepared," you replied to Khonshu. After getting off the table, you looked at the stranger. "If you want, you can stay here, since we have to work together. Ridiculous."

"I didn't plan to leave, sweetheart. I need to keep an eye on you to be sure you aren't trying anything funny." Jake said, giving you a nasty smile.

You replied with the equally same grin, "You sleep on the couch. I'll bring you a pillow and quilt."

"Nah, I'm fine. Don't bother your pretty small head about it," he waved his hand at you. "I'll be fine without."

Naturally, you didn't give a damn about his words, and a few minutes later you returned with a fresh set of bedding. You placed it next to him on the couch, checking twice whether Khonshu was still present, but the Moon God was long absent. "If you need anything, feel free to use the kitchen and bathroom, but I'm begging you, don't destroy my interiors. The vase you broke was an ancient vase from the Ming dynasty," you explained, your tone saddened as you went to clean the shattered porcelain from the floor. "You're not allowed upstairs, it's my bedroom and private space, so keep yourself downstairs if you don't want to listen to my screams again."

"Sadly, I have to listen to your whining now," Jake scoffed loudly, rolling his eyes.

"Be grateful I didn't call the cops."

"Be grateful I didn't shoot you," Jake replied with a wry grin glued to his lips.

You rolled your eyes and left him downstairs, returning to your bedroom, making sure to lock the door.

Jake chuckled to himself, hearing the click in the door. If you only knew that lockpicking was child's play, you wouldn't be so sure of it.

Due to the fact that he didn't feel like sleeping in a random girl's apartment, he decided to snoop around the flat, just to find out more about who you even were.

Knowing you had an unwanted guest downstairs wasn't comforting, so you were tossing from left to right, trying to catch some sleep. Eventually, you sat up, groaning and rubbing your temples, and decided to leave your room for the bathroom to take some pills to help you fall asleep.

"Trouble sleeping? I don't bite," Jake commented as soon as he saw you. Currently, he was sitting in the kitchen, smoking.

"You're not allowed to... Whatever," you rolled your eyes, as you grew angry with him smoking inside. Tightening your robe, you crossed the kitchen and reached the bathroom, took one pill, and swallowed it, leaning forward to the sink to drink some cold tap water. "I'm not sure, you broke into my flat after all."

"If I was so sinister, I wouldn't snoop around but go straight up to get rid of a sleeping beauty," Jake explained simply. "Meanwhile, I sit here, like a good boy, so don't complain."

"I say nothing," you told him, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. "Your name is Jake?"

"Yup," he nodded, shaking the ash from his cig into an ashtray he somehow found. "And you are Y/N."

"Correct."

"You are some kind of professor and what? Are you a cute, history professor in a pencil skirt and glasses when you're working, but you do some Indiana Jones shit when you're off?"

"Let's say you're correct," you said, sitting next to him, unscrewing the water. "And you? Why did Khonshu pick you for his avatar? You have the appearance of a real-life thug."

"I can steal, break into places, and kill. Khonshu has everything he needs to take care of dirty businesses with ease. I bet you don't smoke?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I do," you nodded slightly, "But I don't smoke indoors. I don't like the scent lingering on the furniture."

Jake laughed at that. "So you smoke, but the smell bothers you. Okay, mademoiselle,” the man shook his head, putting out a newly started cigarette in the ashtray. What a waste.

You raised your eyebrow but kept yourself from making further comments. "I have no idea why Khonshu needs my help when he has you," you claimed openly. "Do you need anything for now?"

"I am fine and don't ask me that. Apparently, you can do something I cannot, so it's your problem, not mine," Jake shrugged, scratching his head.

"If you'd like to refresh yourself, the bathroom's on this floor, at the back of the corridor," you informed him, getting up from your place. "Since you're going to be my guest for God knows how long, I can close my eyes on that smoking thing. But please, do it in the kitchen. Deal?"

"Don't worry. I already know where is what," Jake sighed and listened to you with an eye roll. "Smoking only in the kitchen, you got that, lady."

You patted his shoulder briefly. "Thank you. Sleep well," you said before returning upstairs to your room.

He didn't stop himself from checking out your ass as you walked away. The fact that Khonshu put him in such a position meant he could at least get some pleasant views.

You got up in the morning, stretching your back lazily. You picked some fresh clothes and headed downstairs to take a shower.

As it turned out, Jake wasn't just some kind of a thug.

He was a thug who knew how to do something more useful every day than dispose of dead bodies since when you came downstairs, breakfast was waiting for you.

You blinked, entering the kitchen while drying your still wet hair, you had a simple, white t-shirt and pair of fitted shorts on. "Oh, oh, okay, I'm fucking surprised..."

"I can cook. Magic, right? I am more than a stupid thug you thought I was," Jake muttered, wiping his palms on a rug.

"I apologize for my outbursts last night," you admitted to being wrong as you sat at the table, looking up at him. "I was surprised by an unexpected visit. I am not a bitch if you get to know me better."

"I haven't changed my mind about you yet," he said and sat down to eat his portion. "Hope ya will like it."

You didn't reply, just observed him for a second before you started eating your meal. He not only knew how to cook, but he also made the most delicious meal you had had in a very long time. After breakfast, you got up from your place and began to wash the dishes. "I'll leave you alone in the house today, I need to venture out to a few places to get things done on Khonshu's behalf."

"You don't need help getting those things?" Jake asked, blowing softly at a mug full of coffee. "I can help if you don't want to break a nail."

You smirked to yourself. "Don't worry, I'm not one of those whining chicks. But, actually, if we speak about that, I'll need your assistance at the evening gala. It'll be easier to get there with a plus one to not get too much attention."

"Yesterday you whined like crazy," Jake chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee, but stopped as soon as he heard the word gala. He raised an eyebrow, putting away the cup. "Excuse me?"

"First, I need to somehow get there. And Khonshu mentioned you're a competent driver. It takes place in another city and I'm not keen on catching a taxi. Second, I'll have to vanish in the service room from there after a speech I'm about to deliver. So having a plus one will make it better because you'll get all of the attention on you."

"How do you expect me to get all the attention, estúpida? "

"You'll make a fuss, partner."

Jake was not happy with the idea of making a fuss. "Do I really have to go there? Can't I just wait outside on some signal or something?"

"No. You need to be inside to clear a trespass for me."

"Well, then I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else. Maybe one of your friends will be glad to go," he said simply, adding quickly, "galas aren't my thing."

"None of my pals know how to use a gun, sadly," you said. "But okay. I'll do it on my own."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Fine. I will do it."

You walked to him after drying your hands and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

"Stop right there, girl. A kiss on the cheek ain't enough for such a thing."

You were about to leave the kitchen but stopped when you heard him. "What do you mean?"

"Ya want me to humiliate myself at some gala? Ya kiss here," Jake smiled nasty, tapping his lips.

You licked your lips as you stared at him. Having placed the towel you held in your hands on the counter, you returned to him, took his cup of coffee from him, and put it on the table. Straddling him, you cupped his cheeks and offered him a heated, french kiss. "Satisfied?"

Jake wasn't expecting you to do that, but he was not inclined to complain. In his book, you simply added one point for yourself. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them a bit. "Maybe if you wear a nice dress and do it again, I will be content."

You licked your lips looking at him before placing a few kisses on his jawline. As much as you didn't want to do it, this fella was having some strange influence on you. "I hope you'll help me pick one."

"I will but be aware you won't look like a princess but a slut. I simply like when girls show a lot," he warned in a low tone.

"I don't mind it at all. I'm not a princess, my dear," you told him, getting off his lap, and tapping his shoulder.

"Perfecto," he hummed and returned to his coffee.

You spent a half-day out of the house, running errands and digging things for Khonshu as well.

You returned late afternoon and quickly decided to refresh yourself with a shower. You put make-up on and did your hair by waving it with a curling iron. Last but not least was the dress you were about to choose.

Jake got as ready as he could while you were away. He picked up some decent outfit he had stuffed in the trunk. All he hoped was that it would be enough for the party. "What about your dress, cariño?"

You get downstairs with two dresses in hand. One was a regular mini black dress, the other was a lacy red dress. "No idea. Which one?" When you saw him in a suit, you smirked. "Wow, look at you. Sharp."

He muttered, pulling at the collar, "I don't fucking feel so sharp." He glanced at the dresses and hummed. "Don't you have anything lacy but black?"

"Give me a second."

You put the dresses on the couch and headed back upstairs. After a long moment, you returned to him. "It's a bit tight here and there as I remember." After putting it on the sofa, you walked over and helped him adjust his tie. "You're fucking sharp, trust me, all the girls will be head over hills for ya."

Jake said, ignoring your comment, "Get in that dress. I want to see if it is tight here and there. cariño."

Nodding, you took the dress with you back to the bedroom. You wore a black-red set of lacy underwear beneath, as well as black stockings with garters. By checking yourself in a mirror, you improved your tits in the dress. After that, you returned to him.

As he waited for you to return downstairs to him, he tapped his knees out of boredom.

"And?" You asked, stepping into the room.

Jake finally looked at you, smiling. In a few places, the dress was too tight, but in a good way, he liked it already. "Te ves tan bien que te follaría aquí y ahora," Jake smiled proudly, scratching his chin.

You smirked at him. "I'll take it as a compliment." Walking to him, you offered him your palm. "Shall we, Jake?"

Sighing deeply, Jake took your hand and nodded. Even though he didn't like it, he didn't know what else he could do. "Yeah. The car is waiting outside."

Your excitement burst once you saw his car - a long, white limousine. "Oh, dear Lord, what a beautiful car!" You squeaked loudly, eyes opened wide as you circled the car twice. "Where did you get this beauty from?! What's under the bonnet? 300 horsepower or more?"

Jake frowned a little, listening to your squeaks as he walked to the door. "Something like that," he muttered opening the back door. "Get in."

You got in, making sure your dress wouldn't roll too high up your thighs. "Forgive me. I like cars, and sometimes I can get all over them. I know you probably think I'm a stupid chick, and that's fine."

Jake shut the door with a loud slam before getting into the driver's seat and saying, "Whatever you say, sweetheart." The small window behind him rolled down. "If you need a beverage, there are glasses and bottles. I bet you will find everything," he informed you briefly, before rolling the window up.

Despite the long ride, you two ended up at the gala.

It took place in a building that probably was built for rich people to have their fancy parties.

Jake already didn't like the people that surrounded him; all those men and women thought that they were someone because of a few papers and money. "What's the plan, little one?” He asked, holding your arm as the two of you walked in.

You were reluctantly getting out of Jake's car. You already felt very comfortable there and the thought of joining the gala actually made you feel sick. All you used from the miniature bar in his limousine was a mini bottle of water.

"See that door?" You asked, gently pointing in the direction with a nod. "The service room is there. As you can see, simply walking there would gather the curious eyes of at least several attendants, not to mention the guards on the upper floor," you said, stopping with him as if you were about to improve his collar so he could take a look at the balconies on the second floor of a huge ballroom. "All of them have guns, so sneaking past them is impossible. My first idea was to seduce one of them, grab the keys, cause some light failure, and run there to get their computer hacked but it's too risky. Now, go have a drink and I'll get prepared for the speech," you patted his chest.

Jake raised his eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure? Because this seems a bit extreme, even as security."

"The thing they're guarding requires some special resources," you told him.

"And what is that?” He laughed softly.

"I'll show you once I get it in my paws. Deal?"

"Deal," Jake nodded and kissed your cheek. "Go get ready then, niña pequeña. I'm gonna make a fuss later."

The kiss was completely unexpected and when he walked off, you placed your palm on the cheek, breathing sharply in. You found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

The speech about ancient Egyptian culture and gods you gave met with huge applause from onlookers. Thanking the gala host, you got off the podium slowly.

Lockley watched it and listened to your every word. You actually manage to make boring stuff sound interesting. "Well done, cariño," Jake hummed, smiling at you.

You nodded at him a little, slowly proceeding to the service room with a glass of champagne in your hand.

According to plan, Jake decided to make a fuss and he did it right, getting everyone's attention without putting much of it on himself - he got into a heated argument with one of the guests, which ended into a tiny fight with few blows aimed at man's stomach and chin.

You could work freely.

After the entire mess caught people's attention, you slipped into the room unseen, plugged your USB flash drive into the computer, and infected it with a virus. Only then you gained an access to hidden folders and files you've been looking for.

As unnoticed as before, you left the room after everything was copied to your drive and any signs of hacking were removed. With a swing in your hips, you left the huge ballroom, and nodding your head at a few people, you headed to the exit of the building, slowly.

Jake also got himself out of the building, after being asked by the security to leave after the fight, sighing happily as soon as he exited that fucking gala. The moment he spotted you, he joined you. "How was it?”

"I have everything," you told him simply. "You did a great job. Can we get back home?"

"I dream about nothing else but that," Jake nodded. "Khonshu will be glad. What do you even have there?”

"It's a file," you told him. "Encrypted file with the location of date of other avatars which would be needed if Khonshu wants them to meet in Giza."

"You think it will help?"

Getting into the car, this time on the front seat, you explained, "I think that's the only way to find other avatars, which normally would take months or not be possible."

Jake watched you, more surprised by where you chose to sit than by what you were saying. "You don't want to ride on the back?"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to sit in the front to watch outside a little."

"I don't mind at all. It will be a pleasant ride," he nodded. "Ready to get back or do you have any other plans?"

"No, no, I don't have any other plans. I simply want to get back home."

Jake nodded and started the engine. Without saying a word, he drove you home. The job was done, so there was nothing left to say.

Once the two of you made it to your place, Jake left the limousine as the first to open your door.

"Thank you," you nodded at him. "Since your job is done and since I got everything Khonshu wanted, I think we'll part ways."

"I'm afraid he will decide and I know this simple thing won't be enough for him so I have to stay longer," Lockley declared.

You nodded. "Maybe you're right. Nevermind. Come on then." You opened the door with the key and asked, "Ya want a drink?"

"I would kill for a good whiskey. All they had was some shitty, fucking champagne," Jake murmured as he flopped on the couch to remove the tie that had been driving him crazy the whole evening.

"I only have Johnnie Walker or Jack Daniel's. Which one then?" You asked, closing the door on the lock and heading to the kitchen, still in your high heels. "You want some ice, too?"

Jake raised an eyebrow and responded, "Who drinks Whisky without ice? Whatever you choose will be fine."

"Actually, I do," you said, shrugging a tad. After putting a few ice cubes into a round glass, you poured the coppery liquid into it. You returned back to the living room to pass the glass to your guest.

"Well, you really are a weirdo," he said, accepting the glass. "At least you are la chica más hermosa."

"Thank you," you told him, taking a seat next to him.

Jake did not say a word as he drank from his glass. Lockley seemed curious if you would do anything interesting or if you would just sit and play the saint.

"Can I have a strange question?" You tapped his knee.

"Claro," Jake nodded, looking at you.

"Uhm, I don't want to sound desperate, but since you're here... Uhm, could you sleep in my room tonight?" You asked, blushing a bit, biting your lower lip.

Jake raised an eyebrow as he watched you. It was an interesting request. "You want a thug with blood on his hands sleeping in your room tonight?"

You improved your position on the couch, pulling your legs under your chin. "If you don't mind... And stop it, I apologized for being mean, Jake."

Smiling, he moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Ask nicely and I can think about this."

You rolled to your knees and looked at him. "Ask you nicely? Like that?" You asked, slowly straddling his lap, wrapping your shoulders around his neck. Only then did you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. "Is that okay?"

Pulling away Jake hummed, licking his lips while wrapping arms around your waist. "Well, I am not really sure. I did everything I could and this now? A kiss seems insufficient."

"What can I do for you to agree?" You whimpered kissing his jawline. "Please?" You gasped a bit at the firm grasp of his hands on your waist.

"Beg a little more and I may agree," Jake chuckled, playing with the material of your dress.

You whined quietly, next to his lips. "Jake, please. I don't want to sleep alone… I need ya..." You kissed him again, slipping one of your hands under his shirt.

"First of all, you could remove these hands," Jack said, simply grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands up. "I don't remember you getting permission to touch me."

You nodded and looked up into his dark eyes. "I'm sorry, Jake."

"Buena niña. I hope you are really sorry," Lockley nodded, giving your wrists a strong squeeze. "Now. Get that ass to that bedroom of yours."

You jumped off his lap and off the couch, grabbing him by his large palm and leading him upstairs with you. You opened the door and got inside first, clicking off your high heels. 

"Look at you. So eager," Jake laughed softly. "What has gotten into you?”

"Nothing. I just, uhm, I'm so glad you agreed to join me," you smiled at him. "Do you want something to change into?"

"No, sleeping naked will be enough for me," Jake unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side before climbing on the bed with you. The man towered over you. "Hola muñeca."

You blushed at his words - imagining his naked form right next to you in your bed made you shiver a tad. "Hi," you whispered, watching his naked chest. "You're so handsome..."

"Conozco esto muy bien y cariño, eres tan sexy deja hacer que te vengas," Jake leant down and pressed his lips to yours, grabbing the back of your neck to be sure you won't pull away.

You moaned into the kiss. The way he manhandled you made your heart beat faster and your blood turn ice. Being drunk was the fool's anesthetic. It always put the primitive self in charge when it was the worst captain of all, and you cursed yourself because you had two or three glasses of champagne too much. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you gave him a messy kiss back. It was probably the worst decision of them all to invite Lockley straight to your bed, yet you didn't care.

With a loud hum, he pulled away, licking his lips. "Look at you. So needy suddenly, I need to get you drunk more often." Your arms were easily untangled from around his neck as he began to move down your body, tease you through the material of your dress.

A sad whine escaped your lips at the lack of contact with his lips. "Jake..." You murmured, writhing a tiny bit beneath him. "Do you want me to take the dress off?"

Jake kneeled between your legs, thinking. He wouldn't mind fucking you in the dress, but ripping it in the process would be such a waste. "Go on. Be a good girl and take it off for me, Y/N."

You knelt as well, right in front of him only to get off the bed. With a gentle swing in your hips, you opened the zipper on the back, slipped the sleeves off your shoulders, and pushed the material down your legs, revealing the black-red set of underwear, stockings, and garters. Soon, the dress was kicked off your legs and you crawled back on the bed.

Jake was pleasantly surprised with what he saw, so maybe this job wasn't as terrible as he thought as long as you worked with him. "Look at you, Y/N. So pretty, but that's not enough. Underwear goes off as well."

You reached to your back, unclasping your bra took a brief moment, and it ended somewhere on the floor. Not being willing to get off the bed again you laid down on the mattress, raised your hips, and slipped your panties off.

"Not only pretty but also obedient. What a beautiful mix. I think I can say I am lucky tonight." Jake praised, towering over you again. "Tell me what my girl needs."

"I want you to get me wasted, Jake. I want ya to fuck me until I choke myself on moaning your name."

He returned to your stomach to place some more kisses on your skin before moving down. "First full of herself, now begging me to fuck her," Lockley mocked. "¡Es tan bonito!"

You looked at him, shivering slightly. "Jake..." Observing him descend on you made your heart race faster, and your breath became shallow.

Jake just hummed, waiting for you to continue whatever you wanted to say, but he never stopped moving until he got comfortable between your legs.

"You don't have to," you told him, propping yourself on your elbows, looking down at him.

"Are you trying to tell me what I can and cannot do?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head quickly. "No, Jake, of course, I don't... Don't get angry."

Your legs were tightly clasped in his hand as he placed them on his shoulders. "Then don't make me angry, Y/N. I decide what I will do. Got it?"

At that point, you were shaking all over your body as you said, "Yes, Jake, I understand."

"Are you scared?”

"A little... it's been a long time since I shared my bed with a man."

Jake chuckled and shifted between your legs, wrapping his lips around your clit.

You laid comfortably on the bed, arching your back a little, gasping softly, sucking, and biting your lower lip. "Jake, oh my..."

"I ain't gonna play with you," he smiled and spat down on your pussy before his finger started teasing your entrance.

A moan rolled off your parted lips as you fisted the sheets, relaxing in his arms. "Jake!"

He teased you for a longer while, only to slip two of his thick fingers inside of you, groaning softly at your tightness.

You moaned his name loudly, feeling your eyes became watery as his fingers stretched you out. "Oh, Lord, Jake! So good, don't ya fucking stop."

While his thumb started to tease your clit, his fingers scissored inside of you.

You caught his hand, moaning. "Baby! Please, oh God, stop! I don't want to cum yet!"

"Since when you're the one making decisions, cariño?”

"Jake, please! Oh, God!" You screamed, arching your back more. "Please! I want to cum all over your dick, not fingers!"

"Who said you wouldn't? Do you think that one time will be the end of it?" He chuckled and replaced the thumb on your clit with his mouth.

"Oh my God!" You rolled your head back on the pillow again, slipping your hands into his locks. "Just like that!" You bucked your hips a little, trying to get as much friction as possible while he was eating you out.

Adding a third finger to your tight pussy, Jake continued to abuse your clit. He wasn't going to give up so easily.

With a loud cry, you cum all over his fingers, begging him to stop, panting loudly.

He hummed as he savored all the sweet juices you gave him. Then he pulled away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "Such a sweet mess."

"Let me repay," you begged. "I wanna suck your cock."

Jake shook his head as he got up from the bed to remove his pants. "Some other time, sweetheart. A few more minutes and I'll be fucking cum in pants like a fucking teenager."

Whining unhappily as you watched him getting undressed, you slipped your hand between your thighs to rub your slick folds. "Do I make you that hot?"

Jake sighed heavily as he looked at you, enraged. He reached for his pants and took out his leather belt. "I swear to fucking Khonshu, you will never learn to keep your hands where they belong, right?" Muttering this, he held your hands over your head and tied them together. "Brat."

You bit your lower lip, gasping. "I didn't do anything wrong, Jake!" You protested and a blush covered your cheeks. "I'm not a brat!"

As he joined you on the bed, he said, "You touched yourself without my permission so shut up."

You nodded eagerly, observing him, pressing your legs together.

Jake shook his head and grabbed your legs to wrap them around his waist. As he pushed his whole cock into you in one motion, he rested his hands on either side of your head. "Fuck," He growled. I love how tight you are."

You shut your eyes, cursing loudly as he stretched you painfully out. "Jake!" You wished you could wrap your arms around his neck, but it was impossible since he tied your hands up above your head.

"What? What is it?” He asked with a nasty smile, pushing his hips into you harder, torturing you even more.

"It's so fucking good, but I wish I could touch you," you whimpered slightly.

"I don't think you deserved that, cariño. You pissed me off a little when you tried to tell me what to do, and you touched yourself without my permission. Good girls don't act like this."

"I want to be a good girl," you moaned loudly, breathing hard as his cock was stretching your inner walls up.

"Do you really?” Jake questioned, rolling his hips into you a tad slower.

Rolling your head back, you could only scream his name, whining and moaning like a whore. "Yeah."

As he fucked you at a rough pace, he smiled and reached up to free your hands.

You cried his name on and on, looking him directly in the eyes, trying your finest to kiss all over his jaw while grasping onto his nape as Jake set a very rough pace. "I'll cum, love. I'll fucking cum!"

"Good. Bring it on, cariño. Cum all over my cock," Jake growled right into your ear. "I want you to milk my fucking cock with your sweet cum, cariño."

As your hands moved to his back, you pushed your nails into his skin, leaving red marks, while your legs tightened around his hips, trying to drive him deeper into you. When he called your name, you milked his dick with your juices, shaking all over your body. Your vision became blurry.

As Jake continued to fuck you hard, chasing his own release, he whimpered praises into your ear. He soon filled you up with his warm, thick cum with a loud growl escaping his lips. "Fuck."

You nuzzled his neck, moaning, stroking his nape slowly. "Jake... Oh, Jake, oh God."

"The next time, I think I need to get you some kind of gag. You whine so much that it gets annoying," Jake concluded, pulling away from you and taking the place by your side.

Looking at him sadly, you put your head to his chest. You knew he was mocking.

Jake wrapped his arm around you and hugged you tightly.

You kissed his cheek. This is what I need. Thank you. I promise not to be so whiny anymore. Cigarette?"

"La respuesta es afirmativa."

Despite your nakedness, you slipped out of his arms and left the room, returning with an ashtray and a pack of cigarettes, offering one to him.

Jake took a cigarette and sat up. "You're a good girl now."

As you sat next to him, you glanced at him slightly. "Can I do anything else for you?"

As he kissed your temple before focusing on his cigarette, he concluded, "That was enough."

You made heart eyes and laid your head on the pillow, gently stroking his tummy. "Jake?"

Lockley only hummed in response.

"Have you had many women before?" You asked shyly, making yourself comfortable on the bed.

He shrugged, letting out a cloud of smoke as he replied, "Most of them were random whores I picked up when I felt like fucking. Why? Don't worry, I am clean."

You whispered, "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. You're just so skilled..."

Chuckling he nodded. "Muchas gracias. Glad you liked it."

When you finally got off your peak, you nuzzled your pillow, letting your breath get back to normal.

"You don't want to smoke?” Jake asked casually.

"Actually..." You smiled, sitting up.

"Here," Jake said as he offered you his cigarette.

Blinking, you took a drag and exhaled the smoke through your nose while returning the cigarette to him. "Strong ones."

He chuckled, "Not too strong for my little one?"

When you heard him use this particular word, your heart skipped a beat. You shook your head eagerly. Inhaling his scent, you moved a bit closer and rested your head on his shoulder. "No. Jake? Can you stay?"

Jake shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "You mean tonight? I didn't even plan to leave the bed."

"I didn't mean tonight only..."

"Sorry, little one, but it's not my decision. The stupid bird drags me around. All I can promise is that I'll be coming back here as often as possible."

"Thank you," you replied, looking at him with heart-filled eyes.

"Probably because you drank too much, that's why you acted like a schoolgirl on a high. It had to be that, right?" Jake joked, stroking your hip with his calloused palm.

He put the cigarette out in the ashtray and turned to you to kiss the top of your head. "Time to rest. My little one needs her beauty sleep."

You smiled a tiny bit and put your head back on the pillow like the good girl you were. You tried to stay awake as long as it was possible, to adore his features just for a little longer, but in the end, you drift into the peaceful slumber. Jake soon laid down himself and pulled you close against his chest, hugging you tightly. "Buena noches, nena."

A Quiet Moment || Jonathan Levy x fem!Reader

Summary: when Jonathan returns from work, you and he share some quiet and sweet moments

Warnings: none

Word count: 1659

Author: Fenrir & Cass

Loneliness became more like solitude as time passed.

Your life had been filled with loneliness for as long as you could remember. Because there were so many exams and subjects that were so boring that it was sometimes easier to fall asleep on your books than learn from them, being a history student didn't help me have a rich social life. Your entire life changed when you met Jonathan, the philosophy professor. Those lectures were so captivating that you were surprised at how quickly time passed.

Your friendship blossomed into something more; a genuine, serious relationship bloomed like a flower.

When you heard the lock on your door screech with the spare key, you were overjoyed. You dropped your pen, dashed downstairs, and jumped into the arms of a man as soon as he removed his coat.

"Hello there," Jonathan softly greeted you, wrapping his arm around your petite waist. It was actually nice to return to a place where he could relax and be greeted with some affection. Maybe the whole thing wasn't smart or acceptable, but this was where he felt good. This was exactly what he needed to do to feel completely satisfied. He kissed your temple after putting the bag down, keeping you close. "Are you still awake? I was certain I'd find you in bed."

"I've been studying for a history exam and have decided not to sleep until you get home. Are you hungry and thirsty? I made zucchini lasagne."

"I told you not to sit or wait for me for too long. You should rest before the exam," he reminded you as he led you into the kitchen. "Would you like to eat with me?"

"Wash your hands and get comfortable. I'll heat everything!" You joyfully exclaimed. "Tea? Or beer?"

"I'll just go get some water. You appear to be in a good mood today. Did something happen while I was away? Is there any good news?" Jonathan washed his hands while watching you rush around the kitchen. He grabbed the glass and filled it with water before sitting down at the table, pushing glasses up.

"I got an A in European history," you said with a smile. "I didn't get the highest possible score, but that's irrelevant." You quickly served the lasagne and grabbed your portion to join him at the table.

"I'm glad to hear it, and I must add 'I told you so,' because the day before you were freaking out about European history," Jonathan chuckled, remembering how scared you were despite the fact that there was no reason for it. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"Your ex-wife called you. A few times, actually. She left a message for you."

Jonathan came to a halt with his food, staring at you.

He nodded, sighing deeply. "I hope she was pleasant. Did she explain why she called again?"

"No, these are 'your things,' and she 'will not be speaking with a third wheel about your private matters,' yeah?" You informed him simply.

He frowned again, adjusting his glasses. "Did she call you that, or did you interpret what she said?"

"I quoted her," you said, your tone a little sad. "I mean, I don't pay attention to her bragging, as you suggested, but it's annoying."

"I know it is," he nodded, reaching for your hand and gently pulling it closer to kiss your knuckles. "I promise I'll talk to her so she doesn't call here and remember, you're not the third wheel for me."

"Are you certain... I sometimes feel ridiculous for falling in love with you..."

"How come?"

"You're the professor, a promising man. And me? Just another dull student."

Jonathan sighed and pushed his chair back. "Please come here," he said quietly, grabbing your hand with the one he was still holding.

You took an offended position on his lap, instinctively putting a strand of your hair behind his ear. "You know what I'm like. I'm a little overwhelmed."

"I know, but I've also told you numerous times that there's no reason for you to," wrapping his arms around your waist, he reminded you. "Do you think I'd be here if you were just a boring student?"

With a shrug and tilt of your head, you replied, "I don't think so, Jonathan."

"So, why are you saying all of this?" He asked you again, and when he didn't get an answer, he kissed your shoulder. "You are more than a student. You are much more to me than that. I've told you this before, Y/N. I adore you."

You laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "You know I love you, baby, and I fell hard for you," you assured, resting your forehead against his and rubbing your nose against his.

His hand pressed against your nape, keeping you close. "You are a safe haven for me. There is no other place where I feel more at ease. I had a difficult day, but it improved when I returned home to you."

"Do you really mean it, love?" You inquired, nuzzling the back of his neck.

"Of course I'm serious. Why would I deceive you?"

"I never stated that you lied to me."

"Because you ask such a question, it means you don't believe me or doubt my words," he concluded with raised eyebrows.

"I just don't feel like I'm enough."

"You are more than sufficient. I wouldn't be here if you weren't sufficient," Jonathan kissed your cheek and nodded. "Now. Let's eat and then go to bed."

You pressed your lips to his cheek before returning to your seat to finish your meal.

Jonathan eventually began to eat as well. He was always a fan of your cooking. He helped you clean up after the meal and then accompanied you to your bedroom. He smiled as he saw the state of the bed.

Your laptop, books, and notebooks were all turned on, but the most intriguing thing was that his pillow was among them. "Someone missed me."

You began to remove your belongings from the bed in an attempt to conceal your blush. "You know how much I enjoy having you here with me, so I like to have your scent linger on me whenever I'm alone."

He picked up one of the books and handed it to you, laughing "Prepare the bed while I go take a shower. We can then cuddle. Does that sound right?"

You responded with a nod of eagerness.

He kissed you quickly and then went into the bathroom.

You made the bed, changed into fitted shorts and an oversized t-shirt, climbed aboard, and waited for your man to join you.

Jonathan finally joined you in bed after a half-hour wait. He sat on the bed and placed his glasses on the nightstand before falling asleep. "Come here."

Your head was instantly placed to his chest, where you placed a few tiny kisses. "Hi."

"Hello there," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. "Would you like me to spoon you? I know you enjoy it."

You simply nodded. "But not yet, because I'll fall asleep right away."

"Is that a bad thing? You require rest, especially after such intensive study."

"Let me store as much as I can with you."

"You cuddly, little Y/N," Jonathan chuckled as he squeezed you tight. "I was just thinking about something."

"About?"

"One weekend, we can just pack our belongings and go somewhere for three days. We can even bring Ava along, if Mira would let me. I'm sure you like her," he explained his concept. "The entire weekend, away from it all."

You rolled to your back and nodded with heart eyes. "When?! I want to! Ava is a wonderful girl!"

"I'm not sure yet. We'll need to plan it, as well as find a nice hotel and some interesting places to visit, make a hotel reservation," Jonathan shook his head.

You simply nodded. "I'll look into it tomorrow."

Jonathan laughed, nodding his head. "So eager. I am not going to stop you."

"You're too cute."

"Me? You're the cute one here."

"Thanks," you replied. "Do you think your wife will let Ava with us? She doesn't like me."

"It shouldn't be a problem, in my opinion. When I take her on my weekend trip, she will have nothing to say," Jonathan kissed your head while shrugging. "But don't be concerned, pretty little head. Mira and I will deal with it."

"That woman is beyond my comprehension. She was the first to pursue a younger man."

"Believe it or not, I don't understand her either, but I'm used to it."

"Jonathan?"

He hummed in response.

"What do you think, maybe one day we could consider... If we'll be together long enough... Having a... I feel silly."

"Say it."

"A baby. I mean a baby."

Jonathan rolled onto his side, drawing you in closer.

"Y/N. You don't have to ask me about this," he said quietly, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. "I told you openly that I still wanted a baby and agreed to wait until you were ready."

You simply nodded. "Seeing your little girl makes me want to have a baby, but I'm not sure I'd be a good mother, having a child is a huge responsibility. And the last thing I want to do is disappoint you."

"I saw you with Ava, and from what I saw, I know you'll be a great mom," he said, cuddling you. "You won't be alone in this."

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you nestled in his arms.

"I adore you and am confident that you will excel," Jonathan held you close and whispered.

You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat, which made you feel more at ease than before.

"Now. Just relax and don't think about it. You require it." Then he turned to his nightstand and switched off the lamp.