A Quiet Moment || Jonathan Levy X Fem!Reader

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.

Più di te ♥ || Steven Grant x Reader & Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: As Layla searches for Marc, she discovers that there are two more people involved in the case. A big surprise awaits her when she discovers that her husband is not the same as he used to be.

Warnings: none, just Marc punching Steven & Steven punching Marc in revenge 😶

Word count: circa 3520

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader, Layla El-Faouly & Reader, Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly, Steven Grant & Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector & Steven Grant

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: Marc's words are in italics

As you stood in the kitchen, you tried not to burn the breakfast.

You let Steven sleep in a little bit instead of waking him up when you awoke. All you wanted was to make a small, nice surprise for him.

After a loud groan, you heard a loud gasp that sounded almost like a scream, followed by an even louder noise.

Worried, you moved closer to the source of the spinning and gasped when you caught sight of Steven face-planting the ground due to the ankle restraint. "Oh my God, Steven! Are you okay?!"

 Trying to sit up a bit to undo the restraint, Steven repeated a few times, "Was I dreaming? Was I dreaming? Yes, apparently I was. Y/N, what are you doing here? I thought we were set for Friday."

 "Friday was yesterday and you let me stay here overnight," you reminded him and then helped him sit up before removing the ankle restraint. "You didn't hurt yourself, right?"

 "Friday was yesterday? Are you sure? I'm almost certain it's today..." Steven rubbed his head, trying to keep a straight face. "Oops, did it again?"

 You took his hand as you helped him to stand up, telling him, "I think you did, sweetie. Come on now, I made you breakfast. I'm hoping you'll like it."

His blushing was accompanied by a feeling of nakedness as he wore only a plain t-shirt and boxer shorts. "Give me a minute." Steven asked.

 You nodded and kissed his cheek, then headed back to the kitchen.

 As you were finishing up with breakfast preparation, a knock came at the door. As you went to open, you frowned.

 A visibly angry woman walked into the apartment like she owned it. "Where is Marc? Where is he?!"

You just stood there stunned by the whole thing.

While brushing his teeth, Steven peered into the main room from a bathroom, a toothbrush stuck in his mouth. His eyes were fixed on you. His mouth was full of foam as he asked, "Hhho datttt?"

Woman's frown deepened and she looked at you with her eyebrow raised before saying, "I should ask who is that?"

 Blinking and raising his hand, Steven indicated he would be right back.

He joined two women and stood close to you after a longer moment. "I'm sorry? Do you know me?" He asked, visibly surprised by the situation.

 Layla stared at him in disbelief. "Do I know you? Do you think I'm nuts?"

"I am his girlfriend, and this is Steven, not Marc." You told her.

 "His name is Marc and I am his wife." She protested.

 You instantly turned to face Steven. "Do you have a wife?"

 "Do I have a wife?" Steven blinked, his face turning pale as if the blood would float off. In fact, I don't have any! At least, I'm not aware of having any... By the way, my name is Steven Grant, not Marc. Steven. S-T-E-V-E-N. I work in a museum, I'm a gift shopper and I don't even know you! Y/N, I promise, I don't know that woman. This is the first time I'm seeing her. I assure you that I have never cheated on you. This is some unfunny coincidence!"

"This appears to be an unlucky coincidence, but it doesn't seem that way. It seems she knows you very well." You frowned harder, crossing your arms over your chest.

 "Steven Grant? What is going on here? Is this a cover for you?" The woman asked angrily. "It's sad you had to play with this poor girl like that."

 Steven wrapped an arm around your shoulders and exclaimed, "She's my girlfriend! And who do you think you are to attack her and me in my apartment?"

 "Exactly." You added, nodding.

The woman shook her head and began to walk around the flat. "This is crazy," she said to herself. "I searched for you for so long, but you just found all of this here. My name is Layla and I am your wife. Perhaps this will remind you of us." At that moment, she walked up to Steven and gave him a kiss.

He blinked a few times, his lips stiffening as she pressed against him. Steven tilted his head and gazed intently into her eyes as he pushed her a bit. “What the hell was that?” He growled, shaking his head. "Why did you kiss me?"

In an instant, one of his hands curled into a fist and threw a strong punch directly into Steven's own face.

You wanted to say something, but there were so many things happening that you stood there motionless.

Only Steven's shot at himself made you jump and scream out of pure fear mixed with shock. "What the hell is going on?!" You shouted, blinking.

 Steven stood up slowly, a look of surprise on his face as he said, "I'm not sure! I didn't strike myself!"

 "Don't you dare kiss my wife," a voice inside his head said.

 Steven cried out, looking around for the source of the voice, "But it was she who initiated the kiss!"

"Did you hit your head too hard, love? Who are you talking to?" You asked, reaching out to touch his cheek.

 Layla gave you a disapproving look as she asked, "Can you please not touch my husband?"

 "Would you please leave me and my boyfriend alone?" You snapped back.

Steven blinked, taking a few steps backwards. "As I said, my girlfriend is Y/N, and I don't have a wife!" The man reminded.

 As he glanced in the mirror with the corner of his eye, he was horrified to see his reflection in a different position. It was facing him fully, arms folded on the chest, and chin angled to the front.

Layla shook her head in disappointment. "Marc, this is madness. Drop the act and talk."

"I swear to God, if you don't leave, I'll call the police or scream so someone else will." You warned the woman.

Steven's reflection said coldly, "You kissed my wife, you fucking dumbshit. Do it again and I'll kill you."

Grant screamed loudly, trying to get as far away from the mirror as possible. "Have you seen that?! That damn mirror speaks!"

Layla and you both looked at the man even more confused than before. "Love, we're the only ones here. No one else." 

 Layla's annoyance was obvious. "Mirrors cannot talk."

 Steven exclaimed, "I'm telling you, it talked! I swear!"

 "You realize you look like an idiot to them now, don't you?" Reflection replied. "I am Marc and Layla is my wife."

 "Marc is speaking to me! He is inside the mirror."

 You looked into the mirror and then at him. "Love... I'm sorry to break it to you but it's just a mirror."

 Layla looked into the mirror as well, and said, "Maybe he really hit his head hard..."

 The man suddenly replied, but his voice sounded completely different. "He didn't hit his head that hard but he kissed you."

You looked at Steven. "He?" 

You didn't like it even a little bit as it was getting weirder with each passing moment.

Marc, who took control of Steven's body, scoffed. "Yes."

Angry and frustrated at the whole situation, you snapped at the man, demanding an explanation of what's going on. "Either you explain or I'm out of here forever!" You swore.

"I'm not Steven. I'm Marc." The man replied. "It's nearly impossible to explain. I don't even know where to begin."

"From the beginning would be nice, Marc." Layla replied irritated.

In one moment, you're Steven and the next, you're Marc?" You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I don't understand any of this."

"I'm Marc, but Steven sometimes takes charge."

Feeling lost, Layla asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Exactly. Are you playing us both?" You questioned as well, feeling probably just as offended as the other woman.

"Ask me questions only Steven or I can answer."

"Where did we meet?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Where did we go before you disappeared?" Layla added with a frown, tilting her head a little.

"Well..."

As you looked at the other woman, you shook your head. "Is it okay if I offer you a cup of tea or coffee since our boyfriend and husband are acting crazy and cannot express a word?"

Layla nodded in agreement. She followed you to the kitchen and said, "Yes, I would kill for something warm. I've been looking for him for such a long time. Coffee, please."

Marc followed both women with a cold glance and then looked into the mirror. "Great. Any ideas on what we should do now? The very last thing I need is for my wife to be upset with me. Your fault, dumbass."

 Steven strode away from Marc, not looking at him through the mirror, as he told him, "Don't be rude and stop calling me names, I hate it."

The bulk of your time was spent in the kitchen with your unexpected guest. While you tried to be courteous and polite, every smile you made was fake just to keep the atmosphere calm.

 The two women were soon joined by Marc. "Listen, once again, let me explain the entire situation. But how about you opening your minds as well?" He looked at Layla and then he looked back at you. "It is required if you want to understand me well."

Layla nodded, looking at him.

As you nodded, you added, "But I warn you. I have a kettle full of hot water."

 He leaned his hip against the kitchen counter and said slowly, "It's difficult to explain. It's like I have more than one personality within me. Sometimes my other self, Stevie, takes over."

 "Steven! It's S-T-E-V-E-N! Please stop using Stevie on me, I get anxious." Steven growled within Marc's mind.

 Laya and you looked at each other.

 After a moment, you looked at Marc or Steven or whomever and frowned. "So it's like two in one?”

 "I think it's more than two in one, but yes, that's what it is."

 "Why didn't you tell me?” Layla asked, expecting an honest answer. "I am your wife. I should know about something like this, don't you think?”

Marc rolled his eyes, resting one hand on his hip. "It is like my alternate personality. Sometimes I reluctantly give him control."

 Looking at him, you bit your lip nervously as you rubbed your palms together. "So, Marc, do I understand correctly? You are the original owner of the body, while Steven is a guest?"

 "You are correct, sweetheart." He gave a brief nod. Looking at the other woman, he frowned. "Moon Knight is well known to you, so why don't you believe me when I tell you there's another one called Steven?"

 Layla sighed heavily as she responded, "I saw the suit, so that was totally different, but it doesn't seem so hard now since you put it in a clear way. I'm just mad that you didn't tell me sooner."

Steven took control of Marc's body before he could react. "Marc wanted to say he pushed you away to prevent you from becoming Khonshu's next avatar."

"And... What about me? Why did I not know?" You asked hesitantly, not sure how to feel. "I don't even understand what you two are saying anymore."

Steve immediately walked closer to you, wrapping his arms around you as he hugged you. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I didn't know if everything was true or if my mind was playing tricks on me."

As you shook your head, you gently pushed him away. "Then why didn't Marc or whatever his name is come and say something? It's his body, it's his wife, and what the bloody hell am I in all this?"

Steven protested, "You're my girlfriend. I love you... And... I don't care about Marc! Sorry, Miss El-Faouly, but I want to be happy as well as I and Marc are equal beings."

"Do you really mean all that?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Of course, Y/N. I cross on my... On my heart and on the Scarab of Ammit."

Chuckling softly, you nuzzled his chest as you hugged him. Strangely enough, you began to cry, most likely due to the entire situation and the unexpected stress. It was still very jumbled for you at this point, but you felt like you wanted to understand more.

 Layla sighed and got up from her seat. "Okay, fine. This is all good, but could I talk to Marc now? I came here to settle some business with him."

Steven hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head and rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. “Don't cry... It breaks my heart... I didn't mean to hurt you in any way..."

The man glanced at Layla coldly when she spoke. "Don't you see I'm soothing my girl?" Steven asked. Then, he cupped your face in his hands as he looked down at you. "Don't you mind if I let them speak?"

 Wiping a tear from your cheek, you nodded at him. "Of course I won't. They are married in the end and it seems it took her a long time to find him. Let them talk."

Steven stepped back, looked into the mirror, focused and summoned Marc.

When Spector regained control, he looked at Layla.

"We have a lot to talk about Marc. But let's not drag Y/N into it." The dark-haired woman stated.

They both walked to another part of the flat so they could talk while you stood in that bloody kitchen.

Your chin rested on your curled palm as you took a seat at the table.

The amount of information you had to process was so overwhelming that you felt like your head would explode.

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After talking for maybe an hour, Layla walked into the kitchen and gave you a friendly smile. "All is clear for now. Will you take care of him?"

You were surprised by her words. "I'll do my best."

Layla nodded. "Thank you." She then turned to Marc. "Keep an eye on her for Steven's sake."

Marc crossed his arms over his chest and nodded slowly. "You know I will. And you, you take care of yourself as well, okay, Layla? Don't get your sweet ass in trouble."

 "As long as you won't, I won't either. Call me when you know more. Okay?"

 Marc walked up to the woman, wrapped his strong arm around her waist, and gently kissed her. "Deal."

 You shouldn't be jealous; it wasn't your Steven, but still it was the body he was residing in. Despite being madly jealous, you looked away so as not to start a fight.

It wasn't long before Layla left and you were alone again with Marc or Steven. You were unsure of what to reply or do next. "So... Uhm..."

 "What?" The man asked in a rather harsh tone.

 Because of the tone, you flinched a bit and shook your head. "Nothing. Sorry."

"No, no, speak your mind." Marc said, taking a seat at the table.

"Honestly, I don't know what to say. This is so odd because there is this body and there is a man I love, but there are also you. You have a wife and I feel like this whole thing is so crazy." You told him with honesty within your voice.

 "Truth be told, it's not any easier for me," he said, stroking his messy hair with his hands. "Sometimes I feel like I'm not me anymore."

"I know. It must be challenging for Steven too." You whispered, shrugging a tad, not sure what to do with your palms. "I wish I could help, in some way."

"That's so kind of you. I'm happy he found someone like you. I find it very difficult to believe that someone with his strange personality can attract a girl though." Marc commented wryly.

"I don't mind him being a bit odd; he is just a sweet man," you replied with a smile. "If you are in the driver's seat, how does he feel... Does he feel exactly the same things as you do?"

 "Yes. The same applies to me since he is the one steering." Marc replied, getting up to stretch his back a tad.

 As you thought, your nails tapped against the wooden table. A moment later, you stood up and hugged him, wrapping your arms around him. "This must mean he would feel it." You replied and got up on your tippy toes to touch his lips with yours.

Blinking, he gave you a kiss in return, soon putting his hands on your shoulders to keep some distance when the kiss ended. "What was that? You're aware it's me, Marc, aren't you?"

 "But Steven definitely felt that," you said with a teasing smile. "And you returned the kiss in the end."

Marc frowned slightly, feeling a bit of blush appearing on his cheeks.

 As you walked away, a powerful blow was delivered to Marc's face. "Don't you dare to kiss my Y/N." Steven warned in Marc’s head.

 "Steven, don't do that! Marc, are you alright?" You asked worriedly, immediately returning to the man.

 The man was holding the bridge of his nose. Mark grimaced, saying, "If he breaks my fucking nose, I'll fucking lock him up somewhere."

 "If you do, then I will be the one locking the two of you somewhere and accidentally losing a key,” you warned..” Can I get Steven back, please?"

 A sigh escaped Marc's lips. "And what will I get for offering him my handsome body? Nothing. Not even a good word, but fine."

 A familiar voice spoke to you soon after the man's eyes rolled back. "I had to hit him. He kissed you."

 "Was hitting him worth it?”

 Steven growled loudly, shaking his head. "It wasn't."

You gently touched his nose before placing a soft kiss on it. "My poor thing. Don't do that again. Any of you," you said, fully aware now that Marc heard you as well. "I'm glad to see you again."

"Wow... I didn't realize how much it would hurt..."

"Oh, my baby. You need to be careful with that body. You want something cold on that nose?" Your voice was worried as you cupped his cheeks.

Grant nuzzled to your palms. "Yes, I think there is ice in the freezer."

"Sit down."

As soon as he did so, you went to the kitchen and looked into the freezer. Thankfully, there was ice there. Taking a few cubes and wrapping them in a towel, you returned to Steven with them. Placing the towel carefully over his nose, you asked, "Steven?"

As he pressed the cold compress to the base of his nose, his eyes became watery.

When you get better, can we go out for a snack? I didn't eat breakfast because Layla came in and it all turned cold. And I'm hungry." You said shyly.

Instantly, he smiled at you. "Of course, Y/N. You can choose whatever you want."

"I love you."

"I love you too. But please, do not kiss Marc next time. It makes me jealous. I mean, I asked you to be my girlfriend in the end... So please, don't kiss him. Just me. You can kiss me, but don't kiss him."

It was impossible not to laugh. My apologies! I won't kiss him again. Cross on my heart and on the Scarab of Ammit."

"Don't forget he's married. He has a wife he loves. Or that's what he says all the time." Steven rose to put the ice back in the freezer after his nose stopped hurting. "And I love you and I want to keep it this way."

"I'll dress up." After that, you ran to the bathroom to get ready for the day with Steven.

Steven smiled at you, but his smile disappeared as soon as you left the room.

Then he walked to the mirror and stood before it. "Don't you dare to touch my girlfriend," Steven said, pointing his index finger at the surface of the glass. "It was the very last time, Spector."

Marc reminded in a scolding tone, "And you don't put your hands on my wife."

"Deal."

"Okay, then, but I gotta admit, your girlfriend is a pretty decent kisser."

The redness on Steven's face increased as he gasped in anger. "Spector, quit it!" He commanded.

"I was teasing ya, buddy. Now get ready for your date."

Steven spent the rest of the day with you by his side. Your empathy and not treating him as a weirdo won him over. You were very kind to him, and didn't judge his mental state; instead you treated him like a normal man. You always understood the significance of things. You were that listening ear, the one who would wrap Steven in your love just with your soft face, tiny smile dancing in the corners of your lips and kind words.

Finding true happiness, Steven felt that it was what he had been searching for so long.

“Mine. Only mine.” || Leto Atreides x Reader Smut

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary:  The time is finally right for Leto to claim you as his.

Warnings: graphic smut without plot & well… Duke Leto (how is it possible for a man to be that handsome?!)

Word count: circa 2140

Pairing: Leto Atreides x reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

After the door to the bathroom closed, Duke rested his blanched hands on the edge of the countertop and closed his eyes. 

Within his bathroom, you were removing your clothes and allowing the warm water to splash against your naked skin. The fragrance of his soap was going to linger on your skin and in your wet hair. His hitched breathing was exacerbated by hazy images of you scrubbing your breasts and the length of your legs. Leto's trousers tightened as he thought about the peaks of your breasts, the way your fingers moved within the tightness between your thighs. Leto hadn't touched a woman for a long time; being a Duke of one of the Noble Houses was an incredibly significant role to play, and he barely had spare time. He married you for political reasons. There was never a proper time to consume the marriage, to claim you as his, and as Duke Leto Atreides was a man of honor, he wasn't inclined to push you. Spending time together meant having short conversations at breakfast or supper, saying goodnight once you were long asleep when he returned from important meetings, or just holding hands a little during official parties or meetings. However, the mere thought of your perfect skin and slight curves of your hips and waist was enough to drive him wild.

Under his uncomfortable pants, his cock hardened as his thoughts became clouded with you. He brought his palm onto the throbbing bulge, a small whimper falling from his mouth as he pressed down. A pulse of dull pleasure ran through his body as he rubbed himself over his clothes, drawing his lower lip between his teeth to muffle the threatening sounds. Duke wondered whether you were going to open the bathroom door and see him frantically jerking himself over a risque thought about you.

Although the warm water and your own touch felt wonderful on your skin, they couldn't compare to Duke's. You didn't experience much of it, but from what you did, you could tell you loved it already. Being a considerate wife, you understood that Leto Atreides was a busy man. Instead of pushing him, you gratefully accepted whatever he gave you. It was silly, but you fall for the Duke. It was just a political ploy, which made you feel silly. Though it was your duty, not a pleasure, you were completely charmed by Duke's looks and behavior toward you. Leto was respectful and caring. He always made sure you felt comfortable in every moment he spent with you or even when he was away. It was nearly impossible not to fall for this man.

You finished your shower and walked out of it to dry yourself, smiling at the soft scent lingering on your skin. It was his scent after all. Once you had dried your hair as much as possible, you wrapped the soft towel around your body. You took a deep breath and left the bathroom, not knowing what to expect.

His breath wavered as he fumbled for his buckle and unzipped himself, pushing the material of his briefs to the back of his thighs. A dreary relief filled his mind as he slowly pumped himself. There was a bathroom door between you and him, preventing you from seeing the leaking cock he held in his shaky hand. Before he continued yanking, he placed his hand in his mouth and gently licked it with his tongue. Moans emanated from his open mouth, gentle breaths, and whiny whimpers as he decided to take more comfortable position by sitting on the edge of his bed. As he jerked his hips and dragged his tongue against his bottom lip, he threw his head back. He thought about your fingers soaking into your tight pussy as the shower's waterfall drenched your skin. He imagined the soft moans you would make as he kissed the softness of your breasts, his tongue memorizing your taste as it touched your nipple. Your ass would be squeezed tightly after he sucked on your fingers, the taste of your pussy glistening on his tongue as he moved his fingers across your soaking folds. He wanted you to clench around him as you rubbed his curly hair, his name slipping from your lips.

Since you were barefoot, you left the bathroom quietly. At the unexpected sounds that came from Leto himself, I immediately perked up. Evidently, you weren't the only one who was impatient for any kind of contact. As luck would have it, Duke sat with his back to you on the edge of the bed. It was obvious what he was doing. As you slowly approached the bed, you climbed on it, sitting right behind him. Your only response to his attempt to turn around was a whisper. "Don't move." Your palm rested on his shoulder as your other hand moved down his still-covered chest.

A shiver ran down his spine as he was unaware you had joined him in the bedroom. While he did not respond out loud, he gave a nod to your whisper and leaned into the touch.

As you hummed, you kissed his shoulder before moving to his neck until you reached his ear. Your deep voice whispered, "Undress for me, my love."

Though he wasn't used to being given orders by women, you had control over him; after all, you were a Bene Gesserit sister. After he undressed and tossed his clothing on the marble floor, the Duke looked down at you, gazing into your eyes.

"Sit back down, just like a moment ago." You ordered, patting the place where he had been sitting.

Despite his reluctance, he followed your order.

"There's no need to give me that face." You chuckled as he sat back down beside you. As you moved closer, you wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling his shoulder. "I waited so long to finally be alone with you like this," your hand slowly moved up his chest, gently touching his skin as your other hand wrapped around his shaft. "But shall I be offended that my dear husband started without me?"

The moaning came out of his parted lips as Leto rolled his head down, resting its back on your shoulder. "I couldn't help myself, Y/N. Just thinking about you drove me insane."

Kissing him on the cheek, you purred softly. As your small palm moved up and down his cock, your other hand caressed his stomach. "I wouldn't mind if you joined me in the shower, love."

"I could, indeed." His body wash was already oozing from your wet body. This did not help his situation. “God, yes.” The words escaped his reddened lips before he could even think of what was happening. Your hand was gently massaging him, and your pretty mouth was looming closer to his.

With a soft smile on your lips, you whispered, "I waited so long for you and you never claimed me as yours. The image of you and my own hands wasn't enough when you were leaving me all alone here. I couldn't wait for your cock to stretch me out. I couldn't wait to yell your name so loud that everyone here knows that I belong to you."

The man's thoughts were erratic as he tasted your lips and tentatively caressed your tongue. "As I heard all of the sisters are skilled, I presume you can take care of your needs."

You kissed him softly and focused fully on his cock before saying, "You heard right but my hands can't compare to your touch, love. I was sure you knew this." You teased his tip with your thumb. You continued to massage his balls with the hand that was caressing his chest.

Leto rolled his head back and turned his head; he was kissing you, entangling his fingers in your hair as you touched his cock. "Fuck. Take off that towel."

Having asked so nicely, you gave him one last kiss before moving away and further down the bed. As you sat down, you removed your towel and threw it aside, presenting yourself fully to him.

Your naked body was scanned with administration by his eyes. "You're so perfect."

"Thank you," you whispered, moving your hand down your body. "It's all yours."

He touched your curve, repeating, "All mine."

"All yours. Till death separates us." You reminded him. Grabbing his wrist, you gently pulled him closer so you could cup his cheeks. Your thumbs caressed them. "My Duke. So strong, so perfect. Kiss me and claim me as yours only. I am begging you, love."

His lips quickly found yours, crushing on them.

You chuckled as you kissed him deeply, "No need to be so gentle with me, love. I am all yours, and I don't bite." You chuckled as you kissed him deeply. 

He towered over you fully as soon as you lied down on the bed. A boyish smile appeared on his lips as he reached for your breasts and squeezed the mounds. He tentatively pinched your nipples as you gasped, fearing that he had somehow hurt you. Your expression revealed pure bliss when he looked up at you. His hands gently caressed your stomach, hips, and thighs. When you inevitably left his room tomorrow morning, he didn't want to forget how you felt or what your skin felt like. With elation in his eyes, his fingers stopped over your pussy. Leto's hands moved back and forth across your stomach, his calloused hands caressing your hip before inserting two fingers into your pussy.

As your hand grabbed his shoulder, you gasped and let out a whimper. You already felt full from his fingers, and you wondered how full you would feel later. Rolling your hips in excitement, you purred loudly.

His fingers pumped as he flicked his tongue across your clit, gently sucking as you throbbed on his fingers. He curled his fingers soon after. Your body moved against him as you moaned his name like a desperate prayer, nearly begging with dwelling tears as his confidence soared. Every night he would have fallen on his knees and pleaded with whoever answered his prayers to let him taste you again, for you tasted like the forbidden fruit, dangerously intoxicating.

While arching your back, you moved your hand into his thick curls to pull them. Every time he touched you, you sang. "Oh, please have mercy on me, Leto!"

Despite the fact that it drove him crazy, he loved it so much. With his cock in hand, he stroked the shaft a few times before guiding it to your entrance and digging his hips deep into your body.

It didn't take Leto long to intertwine his fingers with yours. The sound of his cock gliding in and out of you made you hear how wet you were, which was a sound filthy enough to drive your senses wild. The sound of his skin slapping against yours in a quickening pace coupled with both of you being desperate for release. After eating you out, Duke was so irritable that he knew he wouldn't last long. It was heaven for him to feel your cunt swallow his length with such ease, pulsing around it.

Every time you held his hand, your grip grew tighter. You were turned on more by the sounds of skin hitting skin, your moans mixed with his groans. The climax was near, you could feel it as your walls tightened around his cock.

One of his arms slid under your back to pull your upper body closer to his chest. His thrusts became more violent soon as he increased his pace.

“Oh, sweet Y/N.” As he finally came, Leto grunted deeply, looking down to where your bodies had become one. Hot cords of cum spilled deep inside of you, which felt so right. While your cunt milked his twitching cock, Duke kissed your shoulder and then buried his face in your neck, completely driven by bliss.

With your nails marking his back, you finished with him, screaming his name so loudly that everyone probably heard you.

Instead of pulling away from you just yet, he laid on top of you, kissing your cheeks and neck.

Wrapping your leg around his waist, you kept him close. With a gentle stroke of his hair, you whispered, "Now I can call myself fully your wife. I think everybody heard me..."

"My guards definitely did."

As you kissed his cheek, you laughed, blushing slightly. "Then I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did."

Leto's brows furrowed a little, but shortly after he offered you a soft grin and whispered in your ear, "You are mine. Only mine. You’ll fell me stroking slowly inside of you every night as I whisper to you that you are only mine."

Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

Partners in crime || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: the experience of working with Jake is great, but it's even better once the job is done

Rating: explicit! (+18) 

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), knife play, dirty talking, daddy kink, Khonshu 🤭

Word count: circa 5500

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

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: green italics indicate Khonshu, red italics illustrate Jake speaking Spanish

You growled as you ascended the stairs to your apartment. Being a thief wasn't easy because the job took you longer than expected and because the idiot you worked with almost got you caught. You were supposed to have a meeting, but you were two days late. All you had to do was return home and contact the guy you often worked with.

"What the hell are you doing in here?!" You asked entering the living room and seeing Jake, sitting on your couch as if it was his own.

The man sat comfortably on your couch, his legs crossed, a lit cigarette held in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, and his brown eyes were observing you attentively. “Y/N, you're fucking late. Don't you fucking think you're wasting my fucking time, eh? I've been waiting for you to arrive, and nothing happened."

“I nearly got my ass ripped off by Brazilian police. I wasn't going to get late." You rolled your eyes and tossed the bag on the floor. "I was going to contact you after I reached back home."

Holding the bottle in his hands, Lockley took a deep gulp straight from it. "Are you expecting me to feel pity for you, sweetheart? It's your fault that you chose your work partners incorrectly."

"I don't care if you pity me. This is the last thing I need from you. So, again, why are you here and what did you do to get in here?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

A mischievous grin spread across his lips as he replied, "I've got my ways of getting in. I came because I was frustrated by the lack of contact from your side."

"I didn't intend to be late, and I really tried to get here as soon as possible." You sighed as you sat down next to him. "It's not the first time we worked together."

He scolded, finishing his cigarette and offering you a bottle. "It's not the first time you are late. I think it's just a habit of yours."

"Jake, don't be so dramatic. It's the first time I'm actually late." You groaned and took the bottle from him before taking a sip.

"How was it? Any interesting news?" He asked casually.

With annoyance, you told him, "Oh, it was such a beautiful trip. No news. I barely made it back, I was more focused on saving my ass just to come back to you."

"What happened?"

"Well, some fucker ratted us out. Being sure he'll get more money for it than for helping us, I shot him." You shrugged as if nothing serious had happened.

He looked up at you flatly and said, "Well done. You grow up."

Saying this, you looked back at him irritated as hell. "Don't speak to me like I'm some kind of noob. I know my job and I know what I'm doing."

He not only pestered you with his work, he also broke into your flat without a second thought; you have grown annoyed with Lockley lately.

The bottle was snatched from your hands and he downed its contents. "Will you help me with our next job or not?"

"Ey!" You cried when he lifted the bottle and huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "First of all, it's your thing. As long as you pay me, I'll help."

"Sure, I'm willing to pay. I've never stolen anything from you, chiquita, so don't worry about it."

"I hope so, Lockley. So what was it about this time? Did you again pretend to be Indiana Jones and chase after some junk?"

"No, I already said what I was doing. Some people need to be silenced, it's mostly done now, but you and your skills might be useful to me, nena."

"Oh, really?" You hummed as you placed both of your legs on his lap. Despite Jake's lack of boundaries, working with him was pleasant, and he paid well, which was enough. "I wonder why you need a woman to help you since you are so effective."

Immediately, he gently rubbed you on your calf with a rough palm of his. "I thought I was clear, a beautiful assistant is always a pleasant distraction."

"Oh, well, it's definitely a helpful distraction for you," You teased him slightly. "This isn't the first time you ask me for assistance. I should really charge you twice. For getting my hands dirty and then warming your cock."

"Oh, don't play such a prude, honey." He snapped a little, moving his hand up your leg, then slipping it under your leather skirt, massaging your thigh. "I haven't heard you complain about warming up my cock when I was fucking you last time, instead you cried my name so loudly you attracted the attention of pedestrians when I was fucking you in the back of my car." He said.  "No me mientas, hermosa." Jake whispered with narrowed eyes. "Moreover, you know I hate it when you tell lies to me."

As you softly gasped, you wrapped your arm around his neck. He was more than right, last time was fun. Although you wanted to repeat it, sadly it wasn't the right time. "You are so cocky and cunning that you better tell me what the job is. You broke into my flat in order to get it done, so spill it, Lockley."

"There's one guy. I need to get him off quietly, and you know me, it's fucking hard at times. But you have the ability to get to him without creating much of a fuss. He'll get all head over heels when he sees you."

"I guess he orders a lot of whores and I will have to pretend to be one in order to get close to him." You said, all needy and high-pitched. "Or should I play a girl eager to be fucked by him?"

Jake brought his hand to your cheek, where he rubbed his calloused thumb against your soft skin. "You're such a smartie. Just look at you, such a hottie. If we succeed in getting rid of him, I'll reward you."

"I need to know what dress to wear, so let's get to planning."

Waiting was his least favorite task. There was no way for him to control what was happening inside the apartment; if he wanted to stay low and not make a fuss, he had to trust you with what needed to be done. Knowing how to keep things quiet, unnoticed by others, was one of your skills. As he smoked another cigarette, he checked the time on his Rolex once more and let out a sharp sigh.

You both went with the whore plan. Being allowed in was not difficult at all, especially if the guy liked his ladies. You went there wearing the shortest dress you could find, fishnet tights, and black high heels. You started your job right away, being nice and flirty until you had the chance to slit his throat. Since he tried to lay his nasty hands on you too soon, he deserved it.

You didn't stop yourself from rummaging through the drawers while the poor guy was bleeding out. It wasn't like he had a lot of those.

As soon as you knew the guy was out for sure, you removed those damn hills and opened the window so you could use the fire escape. You finally made it safely into Jake's limo after climbing down. "You could tell me he is nasty as fuck. I will stop doing things like this, I swear. Fucking bastard."

Although it was a lie, the excessive amount of makeup on your face only exacerbated your anger.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at you. "What did you expect? That he'll read you a bedtime story and rub your shoulder? I told you what he likes, so don't bullshit me."

You growled, digging through the bag you left with him. "Nothing really. Guy treated me like a fucking ragdoll, putting his paws all over me as I stepped in. Now excuse me, I'll go insane if I don't take that crap off my face."

Then you grabbed your bag and went to the back of the limo to clean yourself up.

Once you joined him, Jake felt a huge sense of relief; it was like a heavy stone had been lifted from his shoulders. Despite the fact that you were just his co-worker, he felt strangely attached to you. If the dude you were with wasn't dead, Jake would have slit his throat for even touching you. When you reached the back of his limo, he started the engine and drove away from the hotel. As you sat down, you put your legs on the couch and turned on the light. After a quick dig in your bag, you pulled out the brush and brushed your hair before finding items to remove your makeup.

"Amazing work again, Y/N." Khonshu himself decided to appear on the other couch.

At this point, he wasn't anything new to you. "Thank you, but it isn't like I had a choice. Too bad I got blood on my dress. Jake owns me one now!" You said the last part a bit louder to make sure Jake heard.

Khonshu chuckled softly. "You'll get a new one, don't worry. Sometimes I feel I can only count on you and your skills. What did you get yourself?"

Finally, you were done with makeup removal and sighed, looking at Khonshu while rubbing your eyes.

“The guy didn't have too many things there. Thankfully I found some money and a necklace. Looks like he had someone, possibly a significant other. Poor girl." You shrugged as you put on the necklace, relaxing on the couch.

Khonshu observed you silently for a long time. "For now, you will not be assigned any new tasks. Everything you had to do was already performed, on a temporary basis."

You whined loudly. "Too bad, I'll miss Jake breaking into my flat or doing all the work for the two of you. Let's hope I will be needed again soon."

"Jake will need your help despite his reluctance to admit it."

"He's a difficult type, huh?" You chuckled.

"Pretend you didn't hear me say that."

The vehicle stopped soon after.

As you giggled, you pretended to close the zipper over your lips, promising to keep quiet about it. You joked, "Ey, Mr Driver! Why are we stopping? I have an important gala to attend."

Door openings and closings could be heard. Lockley joined you moments later. "What was it he wanted?"

You smiled at him, shuffled, and responded, "Not much. Just congratulating me and promising me a dress. Why? Are you jealous? Worried that the ancient god will take me from you?"

"I can't handle the idea of his sweetness paired with your equally wry attitude."

"Oh, wouldn't we make a good pair? Don't you think, Khonshu?" You asked with a wry laugh following. "Maybe we should jump on each other?"

Jake cocked his brow and snorted loudly, adjusting his leather jacket and lighting his cigarette. "Eres graciosa, Y/N."

Khonshu replied so both of you could hear him, "You’re my another candidate, Y/N."

As you bowed your head in acknowledgment, you said, "I am flattered by that. I will be glad to serve you." You looked at Jake and took the cigarette from him.

"You weren't supposed to take it?" His eyebrows cocked as he stated.

You shook your head and took a drag, letting out the smoke through your nose. "However, I did. What are you intending to do about it, sweetie?"

Jake did not say a word, but just let his eyes wander over your exposed body and legs in a too short skirt.

Just like you did in your flat, you put your legs over his. "Like what you see?"

"Perhaps." He replied quickly, yet once again his hand touched your calf.

"The last few times, you were more certain about my legs." After removing your legs from his lap, you started undressing. First it was your blood-stained dress, then those annoying fishnets. Soon you straddled his lap.

"Much better." You were too well known to Jake. He knew well enough that you wanted to fuck beneath the facade of hatred and frustration. As you shifted in your seat, his dark eyes stared right at you. As he brought his index finger and thumb to your chin, he forced you to look at him. He lowered his lips, "I don't like secrets being kept from me." Jake hypocritically said with a shrug. As his thumb roamed over your chin, tightly gripping it, he forced your head to tilt. "Tell me, what else did you grab from the flat, doll?"

Your eyebrows raised as you asked, "Since when am I yours? But since you asked so nicely, I grabbed some cash, which I need to survive, and because you never gave me gifts, I grabbed a pretty necklace, too."

He cocked his eyebrows as he studied your face. Suddenly, his lips pressed hungrily against yours as he placed a hand on the back of your thigh.

Grabbing his leather jacket, you kissed him back, moaning. Yes! It was the best part of every meeting with Jake; it's exactly what you were looking forward to.

You were pushed so that you lay down on the couch. Jake grabbed your face between his hands and pressed his weight on top of you. Your elbow rested against the seat, but Jake's greedy nature pulled you down. Jake slid his tongue along your lip. As he sat on his knees, sneaking his fingers from your cheek all the way down your neck. As his hands made their way down to your breast, he bit down harshly on the bottom of your lip, causing blood to prickle from the wound. When Jake kept kissing you hungrily, his calloused hand roamed along the side of your stomach, to your hip, and stopped at your thigh.

While it was annoying as fuck, you simply loved the way he handled you. He was the only one who could do that.

After pulling away from the kiss, you looked to the side with a smirk on your lips.

Khonshu sat there like it was a business meeting.

"Someone likes to watch how tiny humans have fun, huh?"

Khonshu's laughter filled the limousine cabin. "I've seen many things, my little Y/N, but some never get old. Don't worry about me, pretend I'm not here. Watching you getting laid is still way more interesting than meeting with all those fuckers at Giza."

"Whatever you say, boss." Shrugging slightly, you grabbed the collar of Jake's jacket and pulled him in for another kiss. As you waited too long, there was no more time to waste.

In Jake's opinion, it was odd for Khonshu to join you during intimate moments; he didn't care whether he was being watched or not, yet it still made him wonder what Khonshu's motivations were. Could Khonshu have been so lonely in his former life that he was trying to make amends in a strange, prudish way?

Your thigh was lifted over Jake's waist, allowing him access between your legs. Jake chuckled, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his favorite dagger. As his other hand rubbed little circles over your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, he brought the dagger to the underside of your neck and lightly tapped your skin. "¡Sólo mírate! On my fucking mercy. Are you planning to fucking obey finally?"

Trying to increase friction from his touch, you rolled your hips loudly, purring loudly. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn't hurt you, the dagger was just a toy. You shivered at the touch of the blade. “Do not think I am scared by this little thing, sweetie. You must do more to tame me."

Continuing to rub the dump spot on your panties, Jake planted another heated kiss on your plump lips. The tip of his dagger's blade was pressed harder against your skin, making you squeak for him. "Aren't you tame already? Being so fucking wet like a good girl would?" He asked. "Dripping down your thighs, just for your daddy?" 

His eyes became dilated at the sight. The sight of you so heated made his cock twitch in his jeans. There was no hurry for him. From your neck, Jake roamed the blade of the dagger to the edge of your lacy bra, then trailed the tip down your half-naked body to the fabric of your panties "Lift your fucking ass up for me or I'll have to cut through your fucking undergarment, doll." He demanded.

A soft hiss left your lips at the feeling of the blade moving down your body. When he got like this, you loved it, but it got even better when you pretended to be a bit of a brat. You reluctantly raised your hips for him. "I paid too much for those to let you just cut them." You said and wiggled under him to get your panties off. You stuffed them into his pocket with a soft hum. "This souvenir is for you. If you ever feel lonely, daddy."

The mischievous grin lit up his face as his brow furrowed slightly. As you were laying under Jake, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, Jake cooed, "Well, well, look at that, doll. My personal whore is at last being obedient. After I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for more, cariño." He deepened his voice. He said, "I told you not to lie to me." He pressed his dagger against your lower stomach, but after this, he brought it up to the stripes of your bra and easily cut them off; Jake grabbed the material and threw it on the floor of his car. Jake's calloused hand reached between your thighs, separated earlier by his knee; Jake's thumb rubbed your clitoris and reached down to tease your entrance. An enormous smile formed on his lips as his dark eyes dilated. "You're wet already. How pathetic. I barely touch you."

"Who said it was for you, love?" You asked, looking right into his eyes. Playing the brat always made him go even harder on you, which you loved. Looking at Khonshu, you let out a sweet moan. "I've always wondered if you were watching even if you weren't with us. Now I know how it feels to know you are watching."

Khonshu's laughter filled the limo. "Little human, you're so full of yourself, aren't you? I've been watching you all the time."

Getting up off the couch cushion, Jake pulled you to the edge, spreading your legs even wider. "If you want me to fuck you, you better shut up, stop speaking to him and obey." Jake murmured, pressing his lips against your clit, flicking his tongue a little against your folds. As he felt you tense beneath him, he groaned. "I miss that little pussy of yours."

Laughing with Khonshu, you glanced down at Jake, bending your back slightly to feel his tongue on your needy clit. Oh, you weren't planning to obey, not yet.

"I can tell someone is very jealous of me. What is the reason? Isn't fucking an avatar kinda like fucking Khonshu himself?”

Your clit was grazed by Jake's fingers. Jake saw how you were restraining yourself from begging, and the tip of his dagger grazed your thigh. "Shut the fuck up, Y/N, or you're going to fuck your cunt yourself with one of your plastic toys." Jake curled his lips in a fake frown. Grazing the inner part of your thighs with his tongue, he trailed his middle finger between your folds; he saw how you loved to play with yourself by roaming your fingers against that spot. He buried his finger inside of your slick heat, licking his lower lip, Jake's eyes fixed on your face.

That was the goal you were aiming for. He was becoming increasingly irritated by the minute.

“I am sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to make you jealous." You said softly, before letting out a quiet moan.

He loved teasing you. As his fingers were coated in slick, and as wetter you got, the more he wished it was his cock. He loved the way your back arched to his touch, your thighs quivering when you neared your peak. As soon as possible, he put the knife on the cushion.

Your juice gushed out of your needy slit as Jake spread you wide open. His mouth descended on you hungrily, licking and slurping, as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. The more he indulged in your sweetness, the more he moaned. His tongue plunged into your slit while his hand grazed your breast. His dexterous fingers twisted and pinched at your stiff nipples.

"F-fuck, daddy!" You whined loudly, moving both of your palms into his hair to tug on them. Those colossal fingers of his always made you see stars but you needed more. Moaning his name, you tugged on his hair strongly, arching your back. "Daddy... Please. I want you to fuck me hard."

Despite your dripping cunt, he kept on devouring you, moaning and sending vibes through it. He paused for a moment. "It is pathetically insincere of you to beg me like that, sweetheart. Show me how badly you want my cock to fuck your cunt." He returned to flicking his tongue along your folds, slipping it directly into your pussy after a moment. Meantime Jake took off his leather jacket, he unbuckled his leather belt, opened his fly, and pulled his pants and boxers down underneath the curve of his ass, his aching cock curled up towards his belly button. “Just look at what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”

You smiled broadly as you stared at his cock, then straight at him, running the tip of your tongue along your lips. "Can I suck your cock daddy, please? I want you to fuck my throat until I am unable to speak."

Jake measured your face by the coldness of his brown pupils. "On your fucking knees, doll. What are you waiting for?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch cushion.

Getting down on your knees, you moved closer to him. After spitting on your own hand, you gave him a few strokes before wrapping your mouth around him. Your moves at first were shallow but soon you began to take more and more of him until your nose touched his base.

As soon as your gag reflex kicked in, you pulled away to catch your breath. You then wiped spit off the corner of your lips before doing it all over again.

In order to keep the hair from falling into your mouth, Jake gathered it on the back of your head, where he held you with both hands. "I'm so impressed with you, little whore. You're doing a great job."

"Just your whore." You gasped, pulling away for a moment before swallowing his cock whole again, staying at the base a bit longer as you started playing with his balls.

"That's it. Touch yourself. I want to see you play with yourself." He ordered in a husky tone.

Grinning around his shaft, you moved your hand between your legs and started playing with yourself as he asked you to.

Jake grunted as he rested his head against the back of the couch.

"Look at that, Lockley, our sweet Y/N is so eager." Khonshu commented.

You pushed one finger into your tight hole and moaned around him before pulling away quickly. As you gasped, you moved your hips a little. "Oh, daddy, fuck!" You murmured. "I want to taste your cum."

Jake let go of your hair, grabbed hold of your head, and got up as high as he could without hitting the roof with his head; he kept your head steady as his hips bucked, his shaft shuffling deep into your throat as Jake groaned. A grunt escaped his lips as he shot his thick cum directly into your mouth.

With a happy whimper, you took everything he had to offer. You closed your mouth as you savor the sweet yet salty taste on your tongue. You took a moment to show Jake what a mess he made in your mouth before closing your mouth to swallow it all, just being extra as always. Obviously, you showed him that you swallowed it all like a good girl.

He leaned down and kissed you rough, humming as he tasted himself on your tongue. "Look at you, my little puta, you learned a lesson. Atta girl." Jake sat back on the couch and jerked himself a few times; he got all hard again soon. As his girth curled with forking veins, the swollen tip dripped pre-cum down the underside of his cock. "Loss for words, querida?" Jake questioned. "Come to me. I wanna fuck that pretty cunt."

You crawled to him and soon climbed on his lap. "I know my daddy can get hard really soon. I still remember the night daddy fucked me for hours. I couldn't walk the next day."

As Lockley kissed your lips, his cock rested against your stomach. His fingers grazed your inner thigh as he said, "The first time we fucked, huh? What a beautiful night. You set me on fire with your stubbornness." Jake pressed his lips against yours as he threw you off his lap, pressing your body flat against the couch. He hovered over you, resting his arm above your head and looking down at you. During his movement, the ripples of his muscles contracted as his hair flung over his forehead, all messy. "Say it. Beg."

“Please, daddy. I need you to fuck me so hard that I am unable to walk. I want you to fuck me so hard that I am going to fall on my face with your fucking cum." You pleaded, touching his chest in desperate need of any touch.

"Good." Jake muttered, lowering his head and greedily grazing your lips. His hand curled around the flesh of your thigh and he lifted it over his waist. He stroked his cock over your sloppy folds. Jake smirked, "So fucking wet." In an instant, he sheathed his big cock inside your cunt, causing you to catch your teeth on the inside of your bottom lip. I've been waiting for this for a long time."

Whimpering, you bit harder at your lips. He wasn't the only one who was waiting for this moment. He ruined you, if you're being completely honest. There was no other man who could satisfy you. You didn't even try to get close to anyone else because none of them were Jake. You moved your hand between your bodies as you moaned his name.

"D-daddy, look what you are doing to your little girl." Taking one of his hands, you moved it where your bodies were connected and up, to your abdomen to show him the bulge in your lower belly each time he entered you.

His lips curled into a smirk as he grunted deeply. As he sucked on your neck, he massaged the area where the bulge had formed when he pushed into you. Jake's cock was so hard inside you. "That's my little cunt. My beautiful fucking whore." Jake moved his hips back to pull out of you. He glanced down to stare at the ridge of his dick drag against your walls; he took a hold of his cock and spat on it only to slip back into you, this time fucking you as hard as it was possible. His rough hand was running up and down your calf.

The entire limo moved to the rhythm of his strong thrusts.

You could only scream his name again, just as you had before. The only thing you cared about was how well you were fucked and not where he parked or if anyone heard you. He fucked you so well that you already felt sore, and you knew what it would feel like later or tomorrow. "You have this cunt only for you, daddy. I am your whore, your cumdump to use however you wish."

Keeping his hips surging in a repetitive motion, Jake rolled his head back. Your pussy felt too good around him, quivering with each heinous thrust of his. "That's right. You're mine. Fucking mine. Whoever tries to touch you will be dead." He urged his pace, picking up your other leg and resting both of them against his muscular shoulder. His balls hit your plump ass. "In or out?"

Feeling your own high approaching made your mind a little foggy. Everything felt so good. This time your mouth was open in surprise as you heard his question. You begged him with a pathetic whimper in your voice, "I-In... Please, cum in me. Fill me up with your warm cum and mark me as yours."

While biting and kissing your neck, he increased his pace. He pinned you down with his chest and weight. When he felt your wetness spilling over his cock, a powerful tone sounded within his chest as he shot his cum in your dripping core. "Fuck!"

You reached your climax by moaning his name as loudly as your lungs would allow. You tightened around his cock. "Fuck... Daddy! So good!" You moaned sweetly, rolling your head maximally back.

As he continued to fuck your pussy with his still throbbing cock, the pace slowed. After kissing your lips, Jake moved down to suck on your nipple. "I hope you are still on your pills." Having pulled out of you, Jake ensured that all the drops of his cum were on your folds as he jerked himself off.

As you whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, you nodded your head. "Y-yes daddy. I am on pills."

"Good." He praised and pulled both boxers and jeans up, zipping the fly and fastening the belt. Also, he improved his shirt. "Get dressed. Khonshu left. Maybe it was too much foreplay for him."

Groaning, you slowly sat up, shivering at the sensation of his cum dripping onto your inner thigh. Slowly, you put on your dress. "Too bad he disappeared. I was hoping he would watch the whole show. I tried my finest for him."

"For him? An old, fucking pigeon skeleton?" Jake cupped your chin between his fingers. "Do you want me to drive you back home, doll?"

"Yes, please. I don't think I can walk right now." You answered with a cocky smile. "And it's all your fault."

As he searched for his keys in his pocket, he pulled out the panties you had hidden for him. A cocky smirk spread across his face as he sniffed them and ran his tongue over the fabric. "No hay problemas, hermosa." Leaving you at the back of his vehicle, he returned to the driver's seat.

As you giggled loudly, you made yourself as comfortable as possible on the red couch. "You are a nasty fucker but I fucking love it, Lockley."

Instead of rolling the window that separated you from him down, Jake lit a cigarette and smoked it while driving. He couldn't get off his peak, and his member was still throbbing in his jeans.

After letting out a deep sigh, you rested your head against the window, watching everything that was passing by. You gradually regained your composure after the event.

"You love him." A strong voice chanted next to your head; it was Khonshu.

You were almost dozing off at this point. Khonshu's voice made you jump, but you calmed down once you realized it was him. "Perhaps. There is no place for love in my work, and I don't think Jake has a place for it either."

"You, small humans, are so pathetically stupid, not understanding the power of love and hatred." Khonshu said, shaking his head. "He does hold a very special place in his heart and life for you. It's time for you to realize that."

You chuckled. "Yeah, he definitely does. All he cared about was getting his cock warm before going to another job." Rolling your eyes, you sighed sadly. "People care mostly about sex. Not bonds. That's the way it is. Even if some want something more."

Khonshu tapped your head a few times with his hand. "I know you're better than that, little worm." He said before disappearing.

Suddenly, a thick envelope filled with money was thrown right next to you on the couch as soon as the window separating the back of the limousine from the driver was rolled down. Jake watched you in the rare mirror as he said, "Your payment, Y/N. I will contact you. Be ready at any time."

Moonboys & Khonshu vs cat || Steven Grant x fem!Reader || Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Jake Lockley x fem!Reader || Khonshu x fem!Reader

Summary: How would moonboys interact with a kitten? And how would Khonshu handle a cat if he had to?

Warnings: none 

Word count: ~ 2890

Authors: Cass & Rouge

😻 JAKE 😻

It was usual for Jake to announce his return home loudly, but this time he didn't. He entered the apartment and went to the bathroom without removing his cap or jacket.

You peered out of the kitchen after you thought you had heard the lock and keys squeaking. "Jake, is that you?"

"¡Sí! ¡Me das un momento!" He yelled loudly from behind the closed door.

"Of course!"

Within a few moments, Jake walked out of the bathroom. "You better not get in there. I have blood on my stuff. I don't want you looking at it."

A frown appeared on your forehead but you followed him back to the hallway, not questioning anything else.

"How was your day, cariño?" Jake asked, trying to catch your attention.

"I made dinner and tried to reach you but you didn't answer my calls. Was everything okay? I'll wash your stained clothes. Do you want me to wash your jacket as well?" You replied with a frown still on your face.

Sitting down, Jake protested, "None of that is necessary. I can take care of it myself. You don't need to worry yourself."

You proceeded to set the kettle on fire to make Jake his afternoon espresso. It wasn't until you could swear you heard a loud meow sound coming from the bathroom.

Jake heard that too and cleared his throat loudly. "That crazy lady next door. I wonder how many cats she has there."

With a raised eyebrow, you left the kitchen and headed straight to the bathroom. "She only has three of them and none meows like that."

Immediately after getting up, he grabbed your hand tightly. "Since when do you know how her cats meow? I told you not to go there."

"Why not? She's just an older lady. I sometimes help her with shopping and I've been there a few times. She's very kind and her kittens are cute. Also, none of them meow like that, so stop making fun of me, Lockley, and tell me what you're hiding in our bathroom."

Jake continued to argue, "Just blood on my stuff. I don't want you to even look at it."

Another loud meow and a small paw reaching out from under the bathroom's door sold him out.

In a nod, Jake pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. "Okay fine. It's a cat... A kitten to be exact."

"Bring it here," you instructed your boyfriend and walked to the living room.

After rolling his eyes, he went to the bathroom only to return with a kitten in his arms. "Here."

You immediately approached him and rubbed the kitten's head.

"I just found him in the trash can outside and I couldn't leave this little guy there," Jake shrugged.

You made a quiet awww sound and picked the kitten out of Jake's arms.

"I was also unsure if you would let me keep him here," Jake added.

"Why wouldn't I, silly?"

"Because the building owner is weird and you don't want to have any trouble?" Jake gave you one more shrug. "I hope the kitten isn't a problem."

"Like I'd care about the groaning of that old prick," you told him, cradling the kitten in your arms. "How are we going to name the baby?"

I was going to ask you for a name idea, honey. You always come up with great ones."

You picked the cat up to have a brief look between its legs. "It's a boy. So maybe Nuka?"

Jake rolled his eyes with a soft chuckle. "I know it's a boy, silly. Well, you will have to think about more names then."

"You can give your thoughts too, love," you told him. "We need to take our baby to the vet."

"Babies, cariño," Jake muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have a box full of his siblings in my limo."

You blinked. "What?"

"Well... There was more than one kitten."

"How many?"

"Four more," Jake said quietly.

You gasped quietly. "Mr Lockley, I never thought you would care about the plight of poor stray animals."

"I just like cats, okay?!” Jake groaned, not too happy with your teasing.

You put the kitten down and turned to Jake to give him a deep kiss.

He didn't even dare to protest and kissed you back, grabbing your sides. Once you pulled away, he smiled. "What was that for?”

"For bringing this beautiful furball home. Now, chop chop, move your round ass and get his siblings here."

"You want to keep them all?"

"Why not? Our flat is spacious."

This time he grabbed you by cheeks and kissed you deeply. "I love you."

"Go, go and bring them. I can't wait to see those babies."

🙀 STEVEN 🙀

Steven was busy with a new book you gave him recently. Your return to the flat after work caught his attention. "Evening, luv!" He said cheerfully. "Look, I'm reading the book you got me!"

You entered the flat with something nestled in your arms. "Baby! Can you help me out here?"

In the blink of an eye, Steven sprang from the armchair, abandoning the book on the desk. "Did you go shopping again?" Steven asked softly. "One more trip like that and we'll drown in your dresses."

As you shook your head, a soft chuckle escaped your lips. "This time, no. Take a look at who I brought with me."

A small, red-haired cat was curled up in your arms.

Steve smiled, surprised, and gently touched the kitten. "Who might that be?" He chuckled. "You're a cute one, aren't you? Where did you find this poor thing?"

"I noticed him limping down the street near my office. He was so tired that he kept falling, and it appeared that his back paw was injured. I couldn't let him live on the streets any longer... I had no idea what else I could do."

"Did you take it to the vet? Shall I call someone?"

"Actually, I didn't. I wasn't sure if you'd let me keep him because I live by your house, so first I wanted to see if you'd agree," you explained everything.

The kitten you were holding opened his eyes and meowed loudly, his gaze fixed on Steven. The tiny creature was trembling.

As Steven picked up the kitten from your arms, he gently wrapped it in a blanket from the couch.

"Poor little thing. We need to get you warm and cosy. Then we should take you to the right doctor," He abruptly stopped, looking at the fish tank. "Oh, bloody hell. We cannot have cats here. Gus... Cats eat fish."

You blinked as you listened to Steven's words. "But, babe? Gus lives in his tank. The tank is covered from above. And the kitten is too young to comprehend the significance of his own cat nature and hunting abilities. Not to mention that he's hurt. If he grows up around Gus, he will never attack him..." You made an effort to make your points clear.

"He will learn how to get under the covers if he grows up here," Steven explained, looking at the kitten.

You approached Steven and gently took the cat wrapped in a blanket from his arms. "So, why are you holding such a raging beast?" You couldn't pretend not to be angry with Steven. "It's only a kitten. A furball. He will not attack your goldfish. But if you take him as a treat, I'll take him with me to my old flat, where he won't try to hunt, kill, or eat anyone nor anything."

Don't act so dramatic, darling. I didn't say I wanted to throw him out."

"I'm not being dramatic, but you're accusing him of something he'll never do. You stated that cats consume fish. That is, you attempted to find him guilty before he committed a crime. Are you playing Ammit?" You started raising your voice.

Grabbing your arm gently, Steven protested, "Don't pull that card on me now, luv. I don't judge the kitten. I am just worried about Gus. That's all."

"Do you honestly believe I won't teach the cat not to eat Gus, and treat him like a part of the family instead? Do you think I'm a horrible person? You already know how much I adore your goldfish," you protested.

I never said I thought anything like that. Now you put things into my mouth, and that's something I don't like," Steven said, shaking his head. "Let's get the little guy to the vet, okay?”

"Yes."

Steven nodded and gave you a small smile. "Then we will go to the pet store and get him everything he needs."

"And you promise to not accuse the little one of anything, deal?'

"I promise."

It had been two months. Freddy, the kitty, was doing much better after his injured leg was treated by the veterinarian. He was a bouncing ball of energy who was too cute to not be liked by everyone in the house.

You got home earlier one day because your boss had to close the store where you worked a bit earlier due to computer problems. How surprised were you that Steven wasn't there to greet you right away.

He was on the couch with the kitten on his lap. He was moving his finger right above the kitten's head, giggling when Freddy tried to catch it. "Look at you. Jumping like a little bunny. Someone is getting better."

Your heart melted at that precise moment. You were annoyed with Steven at times for being too harsh with the kitten, but the man was still concerned about his beloved goldfish. However, the scene you witnessed convinced you that Steven adored your new pet. "Hey, boys, I'm back. I can see you two are having a lot of fun!"

"Oh yes we do!" Steven cooed, stroking Freddy's little cheek. "He was a good kitten the entire day. Today, I woke up with him sleeping on my chest. I-it's okay, right?"

"I've been convincing you that he's not a beast, but a sweet, fluffy furball," you flopped on the couch next to Steven and briefly kissed his cheek. "Thanks for giving him a chance. You did the best thing possible by saving his life."

"Although I try, I still get nervous when he sits under the tank and watches," Steven admitted, kissing Freddy's head. "But he is indeed a cute, little furball."

"He watches Gus because it's interesting to him to see other animal just floating so peacefully in the water," you explained. "It's nice to see you two getting along so well. I'm pretty sure you both are the cutest boys around."

😾 MARC 😾

Marc loved visiting your flat. Your cat was the only thing he didn't like. The animal hated Marc, despite your claims that it was sweet and cute.

Your cat was a lovely black girl with a pointy nose and big, golden eyes. She was a sweet furball around you, but whenever Marc came into your flat, she transformed into a demon, as if possessed.

When Spector entered the room that day, your kitten ran up to him and hissed loudly.

Marc frowned in disbelief at the cat. "Yeah. Glad to see you too," Spector groaned, already annoyed before he looked at you. "Why is she like this?"

"Maybe she's just a bit jealous of you, you know? You're the only man that visits us and you pay all of your attention to me," you told him after making it to the hallway to greet him.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. There is no doubt in our minds that she is your one and only baby."

"But she can sense that you're a leader type here," you commented. "Maybe we can run a short test?"

"Test? Should I be worried?"

"No. Just come with me," you grabbed Spector's hands and led him behind you, right to the living room.

Reluctantly, Marc nodded and followed you, squeezing your palm.

You asked him to take a seat on the couch.

As reluctantly as before, Marc took a seat and got comfortable. "What are you planning?”

You took a seat by his side, and asked him, "Kiss me now."

Before pulling you into a deep kiss, Marc teased, "So demanding."

The moment you started kissing, your cat jumped on the couch and aggressively poked Marc's lap with her paw.

He glared at the cat, then at you, with an annoyed growl. "She seriously has a problem with me getting close to you. What now?"

In the softest voice you could muster, you advised, "Give her some attention. And change your tone, she can sense your exasperation."

As soon as I touch her, she's going to try to scratch me, you're aware of that, right? She's done that before."

"At least this time, trust me."

As Marc rolled his eyes, he decided to gently scratch the cat behind the ear. It was a hit with cats, wasn't it? What could possibly go wrong?

You knew everything you said was true when you heard a loud purr of approval filling the room.

"I wonder when she'll happily sink her claws into my hand," Marc joked.

The kitten jumped on his lap, made two small spins and laid down, purring loudly. Some moments later, a meow accompanied.

"I still don't trust her. I saw her sharp teeth," Marc said, scratching the cat's back.

"If you give her the attention she seeks, there's no way she'll think of attacking you."

"Are you sure about that? It's a mini version of a tiger."

"It's just a kitten, Marc. You're several times bigger than she is."

Marc was brave enough to pick up the cat and display it to you like a little lion. "Look at those paws. Mini tiger."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Marc, it's a small kitten. She won't eat you alive and all she needs is love."

The cat meowed loudly, wiggling her tail.

"She agrees with me,” Spector added, happy that the kitten finally stopped hissing at him.

"You see? We can say you tamed her in some way," you smiled at Marc.

Marc chuckled and took a look at the kitten. "Yep. When she's not hissing at me, she's not so bad.

The cat freed herself and instantly placed herself on Marc's lap again, purring loudly as soon as her golden eyes were closed and Marc started scratching her back again.

BONUS

🐱 KHONSHU 🐱

Khonshu asked, watching you carry a cat in your arms, "What's the point of this creature even being here?"

A small frown crept on your forehead after you heard Khonshu's words. "Well, she's my cat, and I love her. Do I really need some deeper purpose in keeping a cat at home?"

He scoffed, "In my time those were treated like saints and not like common house mascots."

"Would you tell me more, Khonshu? Of course, I've heard they were worshipped in Egypt."

“Is there anything else you would like to know, woman?" Khonshu asked.

"How did it start?"

"Have you heard about the goddess Bastet?”

"Yes, I did."

"There's no need to discuss that then," the god nodded, getting closer to gently rub the cat's head. "The Egyptians believed cats brought good luck. To honour them, wealthy families dressed them in jewels and fed them royal treats."

Your kitten tried to grab Khonshu's hand, meowing loudly. "This is what I need to do for my beautiful Nea," you smiled, looking at your cat.

"Do you know how to mummify it?" Khonshu asked curiously.

You blinked in disbelief, shaking your head.

"You don't? And you house a cat? Pathetic.”

"I won't mummify my cat after she passes away," you said with a frown. "She'll be buried, that's all."

A roar came from Khonshu. "What? You all lack even a shred of respect these days! I knew humans were stupid, but now it's ridiculous and disrespectful."

"What's your problem this time, 'ol bird?"

He scoffed, scratching the cat's head as he said, "You humans have no respect for old customs. Poor thing will die and be buried without respect."

Your cat tried to be picked up by the creature as best she could.

Khonshu picked up the cat and scratched its chin. During my time, owners would shave their eyebrows as a sign of mourning. They would mourn until their eyebrows grew back," the god stated simply.

You blinked and frowned more. You thought to yourself that as much as you loved your kitten, there was no way for you to shave your fucking eyebrows as a sign of mourning. "Well, it was centuries ago, Khonshu. And now we live in the modern world and we have modern ways to worship our dead, beloved ones."

By burying them like ordinary animals. Modern people are so pathetic and weak."

"Even though you think we're weak and pathetic, we've gained longevity not only for us but also for others thanks to medicine and science," you argued with Khonshu.

A life full of nothing. Hardly worth extending," Khonshu muttered, absorbed in the care of your feline companion.

Your kitten climbed on her back legs and licked Khonshu's beak.

"I will ensure that you are respected after you are gone, my dear," Khonshu promised, stroking your kitten's head carefully.