Time For A Break || Steven Grant X Fem!Reader Drabble

Time For a Break || Steven Grant x fem!Reader drabble

Summary: You've been studying for hours. Steven gives you some smooches to distract you and make you take a break

Warnings: none 🥰

Word count: ~ 600

Authors: Cass & Rouge

While making the tea Steven watched you from the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch with a thick book in your hands, you were completely focused on your work.

He was proud. Of course he was, since you worked hard to become a doctor. Sometimes you were taking it too far, but it was just your little dream. According to him, at least. "Maybe you should take a break," Steven suggested, but no response was forthcoming, since you were too focused. He walked to you with two mugs of tea in his hands, sighing. After placing both mugs on the little coffee table, he kissed your cheek and said, "Hey, Y/L/N. Can you find a few minutes for your beloved man?"

You turned your head to give him a look while massaging your temples.

There was a look of concern on Steven's face.

You reached out your hand and rubbed his shoulder, a reassuring smile on your face. "Don't be concerned, Steven. I have an extremely critical oral exam coming up next week, and I need to be fully prepared if I am to get a high grade." You picked your mug and took a few sips of the hot liquid, smiling to yourself - Steven knew exactly how to make your favorite tea, not too bitter, not too sweet, just right.

"Don't tell me not to be concerned when you didn't hear me just a moment ago and you have been stuck in those books since morning," Steven said and placed one more kiss on your cheek, and then lips. "You need a break."

"Baby, I can't take a break. Once I get distracted, I'll have to skip learning for today."

"Don't be silly, luv. An hour or two won't stop you from learning. It will refresh this pretty head of yours."

A blush appeared in your cheeks as you chuckled softly. "Maybe you're right..."

He nodded, gently patting your shoulder with his hand. "Of course I am right. You should give your head a rest so you can learn even more."

You put the mug back on the table and laid on the couch, placing your head on his lap.

Steven moved a hand through your hair as he hummed, "That's a lot better than reading all the time, innit?"

"Are you proud of me?"

He nodded, "Of course I am proud of you. You do so much, you work hard. But I am also mad at you."

"Mad?" You looked up at him, frowning.

Steven shook his head as he said, "Yes. You overexert yourself. I swear I hear you reciting those books of yours while we are in bed."

"I don't!" You protested loudly.

Just recently, I heard you muffle and mutter something about the brain and how it works. Hearing all about that gray matter or something was a tad creepy and graphic," Steven pretended to shiver. "It was like sleeping with some sort of crazy serial killer."

"Maybe deep down I am one," you teased, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "I love you so much, Steven. Thank you for all of your concern, that's adorable."

"Well, I care about you and your well-being because I love you," Steven smiled and kissed your palm. "And you seriously overwork yourself lately."

I'll consider a longer break if you offer me one of your sweet smooches."

Laughter filled the air as Steven leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "I love you."

You gave the kiss back and smiled as he straightened his back again. "I love you too. Thank you for everything."

The Neverending Love || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: a brief visit during one of the nights transforms your life

Rating: explicit! (+18) 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Khonshu being a dick & Sekhmet being a bitch (strange AU where Khonshu was romantically involved with Sekhmet) 🤭

Word count: ~6,3k

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

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

A/N: green italics indicate Khonshu, blue italics indicate Sekhmet & orange italics illustrate Jake speaking Spanish. If you'd like another part, please let us know in the comment section below the fic, we'd love to hear your thoughts :)

The loud banging on your door that night was the last thing you expected. This has ruined your plans for a peaceful night of sleep.

Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed and walked to the door, only to be met by a battered man barely standing on his own feet. Another thing stood behind him was a massive figure with a bird skull for a head.

"I need your assistance, Sekhmet!" Figure yelled, slamming the staff to the ground. "Don't pretend you're not here! I recognize this tiny human as your avatar."

This was when your Goddess decided to enter the picture. Her sight wasn't anything out of the ordinary; you were used to seeing a large human-like figure with a lioness head. "What's the point of bothering us, Khonshu?" She growled, exposing her fangs as you cupped the man's cheek to examine it.

"He's been seriously injured. I can't let him go to the hospital or any medical facility, we need to keep our heads down," Khonshu responded by tilting his head. "Will you assist us? Or are you going to let this poor thing bleed to death right now in front of your door?"

"Do you not have your robes? You can heal him by yourself. There's no need to bother me or my avatar," the goddess frowned as she spoke.

Khonshu hit the floor of a staircase with his staff a few times, one hand on his hip. "Suits are for other people. This one didn't get any, so I can't keep him alive. Do you still have any questions before the man bleeds? Maybe a form to fill out? I require your assistance."

Sekhmet laughed sarcastically. "You always lacked even the most basic manners, Khonshu. This will never change," she said as she bowed her head and looked down at you. "Y/N, take him in."

Nodding, you took the man's arm and draped it over your shoulder to assist him in walking into your flat.

Jake could barely move his legs; he felt as if he had lost control of his body, but he managed to follow you inside, grunting with each step.

Khonshu nodded to the goddess as a thank you.

Goddess ignored it and disappeared, only to reappear inside with you.

You assisted the man in getting on the couch and immediately began to examine his body to determine what you were dealing with.

Jake couldn't help but grumble when you touched his belly.

"You poor thing," you said quietly, standing up to get your first aid kit.

"Who'd have guessed Khonshu would choose someone like this as his avatar?" Sekhmet muttered as he leaned over the couch to look at Jake.

You quickly returned to him and moved his shirt up to treat the wound first. "There is a reason for this. You don't pick avatars at random."

"He's my vengeance's fist," Khonshu said. "And he's a natural at it. What did you mean by that, little person?"

The lioness laughed loudly. "If this is how he looks after delivering your vengeance, you made a bad decision. You have to be desperate."

Khonshu yelled, "Apologize! Take a look at your avatar! I won't apologize to you!" She declared proudly, "Right now, your avatar's life is in my and her hands, so behave."

"PLEASE!" You yelled loudly, looking at both gods. "I want to help him and the two of you arguing over my head make it hard to concentrate.”

"She's right," Khonshu pointed his staff at you. "Smart, little worm."

Jake groaned when you started cleaning his wound.

"You are like a wind," Sekhmet said, sighing deeply. "The soon she is done, the sooner you leave." 

With that, the goddess was gone and you sighed deeply, finally being able to focus on man's injuries.

"Who is she?" Jake asked looking at Khonshu.

"She's the avatar, just like you are," the god replied.

"Hi there," you said with a smile. "Bad news, whatever happened, you got it really bad. Good news, you'll survive."

"Yeah, if you'll patch me up and not him," he pointed at the god, "Then I'm more than sure I'll survive, doll."

"Positive fella, I can see," you chuckled and took the bandage to finally wrap his stomach. After that you were a bit closer to cleaning the wound on his forehead. "Other injuries aren't too serious. You will be back on your feet in a few days."

Jake pressed his palm against your cheek, his calloused thumb rubbing the softness of your skin. "I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't get any blood on me," you smiled and gently pushed his hand away from your cheek. When you finished with his forehead, you stood up and went to the kitchen to get a wet towel to clean and wrap his knuckles.

"Where did you get such a beautiful friend, Khonshu?" Jake asked, his brow furrowed and he hissed slightly as he felt a sharp pain spread across his chest and stomach.

"Long story. We won't get into that right now. Maybe I'll tell you a bedtime story one day."

"She is just an avatar of an actual friend, human," Sekhmet said, leaning over Jake as she appeared in the room again. "You should be grateful for our assistance, you pathetic man." 

All you could do at this point was sigh deeply while gently washing Jake's hands.

"And I was certain that nothing would surprise me after speaking to a bird skull. Nonetheless, es curioso que aparezcas ahora,"  Jake retorted, a little harshly.

"Show some dignity, you pitiful, little thing. You ended up at our mercy because of him, and you dare to speak to me like that?" Goddess snarled.

Jake turned around to face you. "I hope your goddess is kinder to you. You deserve to be taken care of."

Khonshu poked Sekhmet in the ribs. "May we talk? Allow them to do their jobs."

"For now, only my avatar is doing any work, but fine, let's talk," she gave a nod.

You laughed when they both left the two of you alone. "She's nice to me. I have a feeling she isn't pleased with Khonshu's presence. If this is the state Khonshu has led you to, I should be more concerned about your well-being."

"Knowing his nature, I'd be surprised if he had other friends among gods. They all hate him, he's a misfit," Jake chuckled a little, a strong cough followed. "And this," he pointed to his body, "It was just an accident, that's on me, not him."

"He should look after you no matter what," you explained simply, putting away the towel that had been used to clean his palms. "You'll stay with me until I'm confident I can let you go."

"It's unnecessary? You've already helped, and believe me, I don't want to hear your goddess's whining."

"It wasn't a request, sweetie, it was a statement," you said, smiling. "You stay here until you're ready to leave."

He supported himself on his elbows. "Gracias."

Meanwhile, Khonshu and Sekhmet went to another room. "Is it really necessary for you to behave in this manner? In my direction?"

"You barge in, demanding my assistance and insulting my avatar. Do you expect me to submit to you?" Sekhmet inquired, crossing arms over her chest.

"I came here to seek assistance. You were the first to spout insults, as you always are."

"You should be grateful that I welcomed you here. Like others, I should condemn you and let your avatar die," she snarled.

"Is there anything I've ever done to you? No, I don't believe so. Besides, our avatars appear to like one another."

"Like," scoffed Sekhmet. "Y/N is overall a nice person, she works as a nurse and helps people, she's  fond of everyone."

"Jake doesn't, and it's unusual for him to be nice to anyone, so I can already say he detected goodness in her."

"Someone is rescuing his ass. The last thing he'd do was try to be mean. Particularly to my avatar," the goddess sighed. "I'm actually surprised you decided to come here."

"What else could I possibly do? He's far too valuable to me."

"So valuable that you let him get to this point. Do you still believe someone is attempting to resurrect Ammit? Is that why you're dragging this poor soul around?" Sekhmet inquired, intrigued.

"I don't think so, I'm certain this is what it is, and I'm at least trying to do something about it, to prevent many innocent people from dying. Of course, you and others have different opinions, I'm aware, but you're mistaken."

"You know I can have a different opinion but it doesn't depend on me, sadly."

Khonshu nodded, confirming he understood.

Meanwhile, you were fully done with taking care of Jake's injuries. "There. All done. You should try and sleep now to let your body rest."

As his hand caught yours, he nodded. "Muchas gracias."

Since his hand was so bruised, you squeezed it gently. "No problem. I will get you a blanket. If you will need anything, call me."

"You already helped me, I don't want to overuse your hospitality."

"I mean it," you said, covering him with a blanket. "It should keep you warm and cozy. If you feel unwell or something is happening, just call me. My door will be open, so I will definitely hear you."

"Sólo quería decirte que ni siquiera sé tu nombre," he protested.

"It's Y/N," you smiled. "Khonshu! I'm done with your friend. Check to make sure he does not try to escape."

Khonshu glanced at Sekhmet and thanked her. After making it to the living room, he decided to look at Jake on his own. There was no doubt that his avatar looked weak, bruised, and exhausted. "Lockley, next time, be careful. Only you have left for me."

Seeing you, Sekhmet said, "You should rest. I can tell you're tired." 

"I am going, I am going. Don't worry," you said, walking to your room.

Khonshu sat in the chair and crossed his legs. "Rest, Lockley. You're much needed. Gather your strength for what's ahead."

Jake opened his eyes after some time. He looked at his watch and discovered it was only 5 am. In an attempt to find a bathroom, he reluctantly sat up and got up from the bed.

Despite the fact that you were still asleep in your bedroom, the doors were open just as you had promised. Usually, if someone walks around your flat, you'd wake up, but Jake's visit was so late that you really needed sleep.

Jake, noticing the open door, peered in and, seeing you sleeping, tugged on your sheets. He took a look around and decided to limp around the flat. He found the bathroom in the process.

In the end, you sat up and rubbed your eye, a tiny bit awoken. "Jake... Are you okay?"

He stopped by your door as he was returning from the bathroom. "Lo siento, bebé, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's fine. I don't have a good night's sleep. You shouldn't be walking like this," you said slowly.

"The patches you applied yesterday made me feel fine."

As you walked up to him, you sighed deeply. "I'm glad you do, but the wound on your stomach didn't look good. You should be very careful when moving."

His breath hitched a bit as he said, "I am. You should also return to bed to get some more rest."

"First, I will help you get to the couch, but I don't like you sleeping on it with an injury like that," you said grimly. "Maybe I'll put you in my bed."

"Don't bother yourself, por favor.”

"If you say so," you sighed, letting him lean on you. "Even so, I don't like that you sleep on the couch."

He remained silent as you brought him back to the living room and let him nestle on the couch.

"Do you need anything? Nothing hurts?"

"Just the stomach. Overall it's alright."

"Well, it wasn't the smallest wound..." You said as you walked slowly to the kitchen. After a short moment, you returned to him with a pill and a glass of water. "This should help you."

He accepted both and easily swallowed the pill, downing the glass of water immediately. "Gracias. I have no idea how I'll repay you. You're so kind."

You shrugged and explained, "The most gratifying reward would be not showing up here in such a state again. This is how I am. Guess it's coming from being a nurse."

"So you're a nurse? That explains your medical knowledge and the gentleness with which you treat others in need."

"Yeah, it does explain some things. Additionally, Sekhmet gives me more opportunities that are more like a curse... But they do help sometimes."

"Lo mismo con Khonshu."

"We both are cursed in some way," you joked before patting him on the shoulder. "Rest some more, Jake."

When you returned back to your bedroom, Jake slipped one hand under his head to feel more comfortable. The wound on his stomach didn't give him a second of rest so he rethought everything that had happened to him.

In the morning, he overslept for the pain vanished sometime after the pill you administered to him.

You slept more than usual, thankfully it was your week off. The first thing you did after getting up was check on Jake, making sure he was fine. The man was fine and still asleep, so instead of disturbing him, you headed to the kitchen.

"Y/N, you've known me for a while, and you know how difficult it is for me to say that but I'm grateful for your assistance," it was Khonshu, peering into the kitchen.

You squeaked loudly and twitched in your place, almost dropping the bread you were holding in your hands. Being used to Sekhmet was one thing, you were not used at all to another Egyptian god hunting you. "Y-You are welcome, Khonshu, but please, don't scare me like that anymore."

He assured, "It wasn't my intention, little human. How did you and Sekhmet get along?"

"Apparently she was lurking around the hospital where I work. She picked me, for some strange reason," you explained. "Why are you bothering this man? He is not well.”

"He's strong and due to his personal issues, I can say he's easily manipulated, it's useful for my purposes."

"He is not mentally stable. I can feel diseases because of the abilities Sekhmet provides me with. His mind is like... One... But varying in three different ways," you shook your head. "What you are doing isn't fair."

"Vengeance is not always fair, my little human. Sometimes it requires a real sacrifice which Jake provides perfectly. The universe isn't a fair place."

"You truly think anyone will believe your silly accusations while your avatar is in such a poor state?” Sekhmet asked, appearing in the room.

"You again? I'm speaking with your avatar who at least knows how to be respectful."

"I am respectful when I have a reason to be respectful. Right now I would hit you so hard that your stupid skull would break," you growled. "You are using this man."

"And it started. Time to vanish for a while," and with that, Khonshu disappeared.

Shaking your head, you began to prepare breakfast and coffee for yourself and your patient. You felt angry and really wished you could do something. With a heavy sigh, you walked to the living room once everything was ready. You set the plates and cups on the coffee table. Then, you sat on the couch next to Jake and gently stroked his hair. "Hey. Time to wake up."

Reluctantly, with a loud gasp, he opened his eyes and looked directly at your face. "Buenos días."

"I didn't expect to have a guest in the middle of the night. I apologize for the simple breakfast."

"I apologize for bothering you."

You scolded him, drinking your coffee. "I'll smack you if I hear something like this again."

He nodded, sitting up. " ¿Dónde ha desaparecido? Nevermind, wonderful. I don't even know where he left me."

"In safe hands. Don't worry. Eat up, you need to regain your strength," you advised Jake to focus on the breakfast and he didn't ask any further questions.

An entire two weeks have passed.

Jake was under your strict care and you nursed him back to life. You were troubled by his mental state, but there was nothing you could do about it. The most difficult part was that Sekhmet's worst dream happened, and you fell for Jake. 

"You're back to normal. No bruises, no more wounds, and no scars," you smiled and touched his stomach to make sure he was fine.

Nodding slowly, he looked down at your palm pressed against his abdomen; he was indeed afraid of scarring, but on the other hand, he already has a few so one more would not make any difference to him. "Would it be possible for me to repay your hospitality in some way?"

"I said the night you got here. The most appropriate repay would be not showing up all beaten up," you responded and decided to add a small joke, "And a date maybe."

A frown appeared on his face as Jake fixed his eyes on yours. "A date? With you?"

You blushed deeply, looking at him. Of course, he wouldn't want that. "Oh, it was just a joke," you waved your hand as you walked away. 

As soon as you disappeared into the kitchen, Sekhmet lean over Jake. "Don't even think about this human," she huffed angrily.

" ¿Qué tienes en mente? " He frowned, looking directly at the goddess.

She warned, "If you get any closer to her, Khonshu will need to find a new avatar."

"I have no fucking clue what you're talking about or what you're thinking."

"You must know what I mean, pathetic human. I can feel how you look at her and this disgusts me," Sekhmet growled softly.

"Your avatar is pretty, so what can I do? You could have chosen one that was uglier."

The goddess snarled, "Men. All the same. Touch her and I'll bite your head off."

"If she wants this, I can't stop her. I thought all the goddesses were slightly gentler, but you aren't superior to Khonshu," Jake grinned nastily and decided to join you in the kitchen.

"Is everything fine?” you asked, noticing him in the kitchen. "You don't feel well?"

"When would be a good time for us to meet up? Are you available next week?" Jake asked simply, looking over your shoulder at the dishes you were cleaning.

Blinking, you looked at him again, blushing. "Jake, I was just joking. There's no need to, you know..."

He spotted a small magnetic board on your fridge so he approached it, took a marker, and wrote his address down. "In case you change your mind one day, chiquita."

As you watched him, you were able to do nothing but nod.

His belongings were soon gathered and he left.

Such an opportunity couldn't be missed. You wanted to see Jake, talk to him, or simply spend more time with him for some strange reason. Despite Sekhmet's growls and warnings, you packed your bag, wrote down the address, and headed there.

Jake was surprised when he heard an intercom ring - he was even more surprised when he heard your sweet tone. After opening the door for you, he proceeded to put on a simple t-shirt.

You walked up the stairs and along the narrow corridor.

”You are making a serious mistake, Y/N! Khonshu and his avatar should not be associated with us!” The goddess growled, trying her finest to turn you around.

You simply explained to her, knocking on Jake's flat door, "It's not happening. I am just a human. I have my needs too. Please ignore all the stupid arguments you gods have between yourselves right now. Now, leave me alone."

Jake opened the door, smiling mischievously. "Well, well, I didn't expect to see you here. What a pleasant surprise," he shifted aside, letting you inside his flat. "Forgive me, it's a wee bit messy."

As you stepped in, you waved your hand happily. "I couldn't say no since you invited me here. So, here I am!"

Your body was lustrated from bottom to top. You were so sexy that the only thing he could do was a smirk. "Drink?"

"I'd like some tea if it's not a problem. Would it be okay if I stayed maybe a few days? It's a bit of a ride for me to get here."

Jake informed with a sweet tone, "I will prepare the room for you and make you tea."

"Room? Shouldn't I sleep on the sofa, as I made you?”

"You're too precious to sleep on a simple couch," Jake replied before disappearing into the kitchen. "Make yourself at home!"

"Thank you for your kind words," you said as you sat down on the couch, putting your bag down.

Soon, he returned with a cup of tea.

After accepting the cup, you took a sip, humming happily. It was a delicious tea. "Missed me? And I hope Khonshu doesn't mind me being near you."

"Khonshu told me you'd come, but I didn't believe him."

"Surprise!" You giggled. "Sekhmet didn't want me to come here, but I wanted to have a bit of my own life."

"What did she tell you?"

"You make a colossal mistake! We shouldn't be associated with Khonshu! He will ruin your life!" You shouted, trying to mimic Sekhmet's voice. "Am I the only one who thinks that there was something between them in the past?”

"For fuck's sake, I already thought they were ex-couple who hated one another because of their breakup."

"Right! They act like this so much! Perhaps she doesn't want me near you..." You said slowly, tapping your cheek, "Because if we got together, possibly, they would be stuck together again.”

"Us together, huh? Suena perfecto. Khonshu wouldn't have anything against her, since she jumps on him all the time. Isn't she?"

You laughed loudly and nodded, shrugging. She is a woman and a big cat packed in one body, so I guess that makes her a deadly combination for men."

"And he is a man and... well, a dead bird, so I have no idea what to expect."

"I have no idea what to expect as well, but they are gods and we all know that they are always a bit messed up," you whispered.

Jake walked to the kitchen and returned with an ashtray and a bottle of cognac.

The two of you simply started talking while the two gods watched.

"Pathetic," Sekhmet scoffed, seeing how you giggled at Jake's words.

"Lovely. She is happy," Khonshu commented. "He's able to make her giggle like a little girl."

"I know what she feels in him. He is twisted. He will play with her and leave, breaking her heart," the goddess concluded.

"Apparently, he likes your avatar. As soon as he's happy, I'm happy as well, even though it's a struggle."

She scoffed once again deeply, annoyed by Khonshu's words. “Since when are you happy with your avatar? They are nothing more than sacks of meat for you. I don't care if they like each other, just as you didn't care all those centuries ago."

"Maybe you could finally shut up, huh?" Asked Khonshu in a mocking tone.

Hersing, she pointed right at him and asked, "Shut up about what? Did you forget your faults? How did you abandon me and my feelings?"

Khonshu turned his skull head away. "You were always grumpy. What did you expect? Always demanding, never giving anything of yourself."

"I was giving you a lot. You always demanded more than I could give you so don't put the blame on me," she muttered, crossing arms over her chest.

"You know I had some significant feelings for you. You were the one to always push me aside."

"This is simply a lie! You pushed me away!" She roared.

At this point, you were sitting on Jake's lap with your arms wrapped around his neck as the two of you listened to the gods. You couldn't believe anything you heard. "I don't think they are aware we hear them..." You whispered with a smile dancing on your lips.

Jake massaged your hips, smirking wryly. There is no way I can imagine Khonshu having an affair with Sekhmet. Is it even possible for someone like him to fall in love? I was told gods were above us and ordinary human feelings."

"Well it's difficult to believe, but most gods have their positive and negative sides," you hummed softly. Despite always being above all, they tend to fall for the simplest things."

"Hard not to agree with you, preciosa mía."

"Do you like me? Despite me being her avatar?" You asked shyly, getting more comfortable on his lap. "Or do you see me more as he sees her?"

"I like you and have liked you since the beginning."

Blinking surprised, you smiled softly and cupped his face to pull him into a gentle kiss.

He groaned in the kiss and his grasp on your hips tightened. "You taste so sweetly."

Once you pulled away, you giggled, "You taste like alcohol and cigarettes. I think we are giving them another reason to be angry, but I don't give a damn. Not in the slightest."

"We have known each other for less than a few weeks, and I already have you on my lap, clingy as a little kitten. I like it," said Jake, smirking.

"Maybe it's because we are avatars? They were together so now we feel it, in some strange way?" Humming, you moved your hand up his chest. "Or perhaps it's just because you're handsome and my type."

"¿Soy tu tipo? " He teased. "How come?"

"Oh, don't make me say that!" Whining, you blushed deeply, moving on his lap. "You are handsome and I love your voice."

"Is that everything, chiquita? "

"The way you speak..." You sighed dreamily.

"Is calling you some sweet nicknames turning you on, chica bonita? "

Feeling that your cheeks were burning, you covered your face and nodded. This was a bit too much and you tried to slip off his lap, but Jake didn't let you do so.

"Where do you think you're going, gatita? "

"Away. I'm burning like dry wood. It's stupid since I don't even know you that well, but I can't help myself," you sighed.

It might be true what you said before. They were close centuries ago, and because of that, we feel a common attraction," Jake's hand ran over your waist.

"Yes..." You nodded slowly, getting lost in his dark eyes. "But in the end, you know what?"

"¿Qué?"

As you said this quietly, you moved closer to him. "I have nothing against it. I just don't know how you feel about it."

Stroking the curves of your waist, he let out a deep hum. "Aún no lo sé."

With a soft smile, you cupped his cheek. "Let's maybe try then, cariño," you hummed before kissing him.

"Try what?" He kept on teasing you.

"First, you could try and stop being a tease," you giggled, tapping his nose playfully. "Can we be together? Because I really want you, if I may be honest."

"You're so quick to jump to being bold about things."

As you kissed his jawline, you moved on to his neck soon after. "Oh, please. Is that so bad? Please, Jake, please. I need you..."

"Oh, mi pequeña, you need me? Need me in what sense?"

Smiling, you turned on his lap to finally straddle him properly. Using a quiet hum, you moved your palms down his chest and soon under his shirt. "I need you to fuck me, I want you to fuck me hard. I want everyone to know that you fuck me and that you are doing a fucking good job."

When Khonshu heard you say the things you did, he looked at Sekhmet. “I think your avatar is very bold regarding her needs. Cute. If they ever end up together, their babies will be very beautiful."

Jake smiled at you and stroked your cheek with his thumb. "Mírate a ti mismo. Such a pretty girl, such a filthy mouth."

"Please..." You whimpered and turned your head to wrap your soft lips around his thumb, sucking it.

"She will be heartbroken just like I was," the goddess groaned and vanished, tired of the show she was witnessing.

"Maybe she will be the happy one. I already can tell Jake is into her," Khonshu replied before vanishing as well.

Jake observed you carefully. “Eres una perrita mala, Y/N."

"Maybe..." You replied, letting go of his thumb. "I just feel the urge to have you, to fuck you, to be close with you, as close as possible."

"You barely know me," he teasingly said, pulling you off his lap so he could get up. As he did, he took his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor.

"Despite that, you undressed for me and kissed me," you teased him back, copying his moves while removing your own shirt.

"Did I let you do that?" He asked, his eyebrows cocked.

"I barely know you. "You think I'll wait or listen to your orders?" You asked, raising an eyebrow with a cocky smile.

"If you want to have your tiny pussy fucked, I'd suggest you obey or act like a real slut I know you're hiding beneath the facade of reticence."

"I will be a good girl," you promised with a cocky smirk still on your lips.

He cupped your boobs and gave them a solid squeeze. "I like them. Take your fucking bra off."

As you let out a gasp, you slowly unclasped your bra in preparation for throwing it aside.

"Take your jeans off."

Obeying once again, you got up from the couch and slowly removed your pants, making sure to proudly show off your curves.

"Good girl. Now, tell me what you would like me to do. Leave the panties on, linda."

As you leaned over the couch, you showed off your round ass. "I'd like you to fuck me hard until I can't whimper your name anymore. Oh, Jake!" You moaned his name.

During Jake's tug-of-war with his jeans, you could hear a buckle being undone and some fabric shifting. Soon, his palm palmed your buttock, lightly slapping it.

Gasping loudly in surprise, you looked over your shoulder. "So this is how you like it?" You asked, shaking your butt.

"Shut your sweet mouth, gatita," he spanked you harder and soon grabbed your hair, pulling on it.

"Fuck," you whimpered, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making another remark.

"Who had been a naughty, little nurse, huh?"

As much as it was possible for you, you nodded, looking at him as much as you could. "I was a very naughty, little nurse."

In the process of massaging your ass, Jake finally slipped his hand between your thighs and rubbed viciously the damp stain on your panties before catching them to push the fabric aside. Suddenly, Jake pushed himself into you with full force. But fuck, you were so wet that there’s no resistance, his cock slipping through your soaked cunt all the way down to the hilt with such ease it nearly pulled him to his orgasm simultaneously. It’s apparently all he needed for the final tether of his resolve to snap because he’s slamming into you with such force that the entire couch rocked along the thrusts.

You let out a loud moan, then you exhaled a heavy gasp at the feeling of his cock spreading you. It was a long time since you fucked with anyone, and how you missed it! Trying to steady yourself somehow, you grabbed onto the couch.

Jake rocked in and out of you at a brutal pace that had your thighs trembling already. The hands on your hip bones were pulling you back onto his cock to meet each thrust, somehow pushing him even deeper against something utterly devastating inside you.

Whimpering his name, you grabbed hold of the couch and moved your hips to meet his thrusts. Your bending over the couch made it even better, making you feel his every move. "Fuck, Jake!"

Then he was pressing his forehead to your shoulder blade, back arched over you, and his curls tickling the curve of your neck. He found a different angle at which to hit that blinding spot inside you. His lips were pressing against your skin in gentle kisses underneath your ear. It felt feather light in comparison to the harsh grind of his hips against your own.

You reached out to touch him, simply wanting more of him. The way he pounded into you and hit all the right spots made you see stars. Soon, your walls started to tighten around his cock as you neared your climax.

Suddenly, Jake pulled out of you, knelt on the couch, and attacked your exposed sex with his mouth; the urge to taste you was unbearable.

"What the... Fuck!” You moaned the last part loudly, grasping the couch to steady yourself.

He kept on eating you out, humming from time to time, massaging your ass. "What? Did you think I'd skip tasting that cunt of yours?"

Humming, you looked down at him as you said, "I hoped you wouldn't, but I hoped I could cum around that thick cock of yours. Could we move to a different spot because my legs won't hold me any longer?"

He pulled back and grabbed your hips, pulling you to himself, waiting politely for you to take a more comfortable position.

You sighed deeply as he pulled you away from the couch. As much as you loved him fucking you, this wasn't the most comfortable position. "Time for me to have some fun. Sit on the couch, sweetie."

With an eye-roll, he followed your instruction and sat on the couch.

"Don't roll your eyes, love. Because I can finish myself any time," you said, falling on his lap, clutching his member. Your palm started to gently stroke the thick shaft.

Lockley bit his lower lip to muffle a moan that was about to escape his lips.

"You like it, don't ya? I bet you like it when I play with your tip," you whispered, using your thumb to tease him.

"Stop fucking teasing," he rolled his head back, grunting, his palms grasped your hips strongly.

Of course, you didn't stop. Instead, your other palm moved to his balls. You worked on his cock while massaging his balls. "Make me, baby."

He whined loudly, the sound he made was almost animalistic.

At the sound he just made, you chuckled and sank down onto his shaft. The sweet feeling of him filling you up again made you moan.

One hand was placed on your waist, while the other cupped your buttock and squeezed it slightly.

"So good. Fuck!" You gasped, moving up and down, rolling your hips from time to time. Your hands rested on his shoulders.

"¡Dios mío, eres tan sexy!" Jake gasped and pulled you tighter to his groin to buck his hips into you at a rough pace.

Moaning his name over and over again, you soon reached your climax, cumming around him.

You kept getting fucked until he finally pushed you off, got up, jerked himself several times, and shot his thick cum at your boobs.

Using your finger, you scooped some of his cum and hummed loudly as you put it into your mouth, whispering, "We have a tits lover here."

He leaned down and kissed you, tasting himself on your tongue.

You purred into the kiss, kissing him back. Once he pulled away, you smiled at him sweetly. "I liked it and I want more... In the future."

"Ya wanna stay here?" He asked casually, grabbing his jeans and putting them back on.

Watching him you blinked, surprised by his sudden offer. "Stay? You mean like permanently?"

Rather temporary, just so we can get to know each other first?"

You nodded, laughing softly. "I will gladly. I planned to stay a few days anyway, remember? Or did blew it outta your mind?"

"There will be plenty of nights to fuck things from me.”

"Oh, I bet," you nodded once again and sighed deeply. "Khonshu and Sekhmet will be pissed as fuck."

"You think?"

Suddenly, Khonshu appeared right next to you. "As far as I can tell, the intercourse turned out well and you were happy with how he treated you."

Just as suddenly as Khonshu, Sekhmet appeared as well, but right in front of Jake. Snarling, she said, "Dare to break my avatar's heart and I will snap your neck like a twig."

Jake looked directly at the goddess. "I'm sure you heard her singing for me, dear. We're adults and you gods don't understand something as basic as love, so don't try to stir the shit. ¿Tengo razón?"

Goddess poked Jake's chest, then turned to you, saying, "You don't know what love is. Not with Khonshu by your side. And you better be careful."

Jake reached for your jeans and offered them to you, wrapping a protective arm around you. “We'll soon fuck the shit out of them."

Humming, you nuzzled him, nodding a little. "The only thing that matters to me is being with you, regardless of what they both say."

A Haircut || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

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Summary: Flame Hashira is in desperate need of a haircut after returning from a successful mission.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1024

Pairing: Kyōjurō Rengoku x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir A/N: a creation I found on Instagram served as inspiration for this fic ❤️ ~ Cass

You knew he'd be late, really late, but that didn't keep you from waiting. All you wanted to do after returning from a mission not long ago was see your love and mentor.

Since everyone else at Rengoku estate had fallen asleep a long time ago, you decided to sit on the egawa and read the book you bought on your way back. The weather was pleasant, and the soft light from the lantern made the wait bearable.

Kyōjurō's heavy footsteps could be heard on the porch. He walked slowly to the door, trying not to wake anyone, until he noticed you, sitting comfortably on egawa. "Y/N, is it late and you're not sleeping?"

"I couldn't wait to see you in the morning. I just missed you too much," as you said this, you lifted your head from the book and blinked, your brows furrowed. You were used to seeing him return in poor health; fighting demons wasn't easy, but this was the first time Kyōjurō looked like that. He stood there in front of you, his left cheek cut and still bleeding slightly, but what surprised you the most was that the hair on the same side was cut in a strange way. With his hair so uneven, he looked odd. "What occurred?"

"Nothing special. As you know, demons can be nasty," he smiled and pressed his hand against his bleeding cheek. "Don't worry, my hair will regrow and the cut will heal."

"I've been worried about you since the first time I saw you," you told him as you rose to your feet. "Let's go inside and deal with this cut."

Rengoku followed you inside, albeit reluctantly. "It's not necessary, Y/N."

"It is necessary for me. It's still gushing," you told him as you rolled your eyes, sitting him on the tatami mats. "It needs to be cleaned and covered. It'll only take a second."

He sat in the room, expecting you to come back with something to clean the cut on his cheek.

You soon returned with a small box containing everything required to treat his injury. You pressed a disinfectant-soaked cotton ball against his cheek. "It's a shame it also got your hair..."

"Apparently, sharp claws can have a very wide reach," Kyōjurō joked, shaking his head slightly. "Don't be concerned, it'll grow back soon."

"You should get a haircut then," you concluded with a smile. "I'm not going to let you walk around like that."

"No," he said, shaking his head with a wide grin on his lips. "This gorgeous, magnificent hair isn't going anywhere."

"Kyo? I adore you and your hair, but you look ridiculous in this. Because the demon only got to the left side, I cut your hair a little on the right side to make it even," you shrugged slightly, finishing with the wound by bandaging it.

"Not going to happen," he said as he rose from his seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "You must obey my words, Y/N, I am your mentor."

You gave him a gentle facepalm before looking up at him. "You're also my partner, and I don't want you acting like this. Kyōjurō, that looks bad."

"It looks good, and please don't cut my hair with scissors."

It was difficult to believe what he was saying because his left side had a large chunk of hair missing while the other side was nice and long. You nodded softly, there was no need to argue with him about it at that hour. "If you insist."

"I'll agree to it if it makes you happy."

As you stood up, you smiled. "I'll go get some scissors and a comb. Don't be concerned. I'm not going to cut all of your hair. You will look just as good with short hair as you would with long."

When you left, he mocked your tone, saying, "As perfect as with long hair." Rengoku trusted you with all of his heart, no matter how unhappy he was with his decision.

You returned a few minutes later with a mirror and other items you required. "Sit down and allow me to work."

He complied with your request. "Just be cautious with it. My hair is the most beautiful in the world. When did you return, by the way? Do you have any sweet potatoes? I'd eat something delicious."

"They are, as Tengen would say, flamboyant. Don't worry, I'll be cautious," you sat down next to him and began to gently comb his hair. "I returned this evening, arriving earlier than expected. Thanks to your instruction, I believe I am making progress. Senjuro specially prepared some sweet potatoes for you."

"What a wonderful, wonderful news!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. "When we're finished, we'll have a nice meal to share while we tell stories."

"Oh yes. I'm starving because I waited for your return with my meal," you nodded, grabbing scissors. "Are you prepared?"

"No, but let's have it done, because I'm tired and hungry," Rengoku said.

"I promise to be cautious. I'm not going to cut off your ear. I think," you made a joke and kissed his cheek before beginning to work on his hair. It hurt to cut his hair because you loved it so much, yet it had to be done.

You made the back shorter while keeping the front even and longer. Of course, you didn't dare to touch his adorable ponytail. When you were finished, you patted his shoulder. "Are you ready to see the final result?"

"No, but I'd like to get it done. Please show me the results."

You sat in front of him, rolling your eyes, and picked up the mirror. "What are your thoughts?"

Kyōjurō examined his new hairstyle carefully in the mirror. Actually, it didn't look so bad, but he knew he'd need some time to adjust. "Approved. You did an excellent job."

With a wide smile on your lips, you blushed. "I'm overjoyed you like it. You look stunning!"

"Thank you," Kyōjurō said as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed his nose against yours. "You did an excellent job. Now! Let's eat something delicious!"

“I concealed my feelings for you” || Leto Atreides x Reader

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Summary:  though you are Leto's personal guard, you develop certain feelings for him. Imagine your surprise when you discover that Duke reciprocates all of your feelings...

Warnings: smut - interaction is strictly forbidden to minors

Word count: ~ 12,1k 😲

Pairing: Leto Atreides x reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

As you walked, the sound of heavy combat boots filled the corridor, you improved your gloves. Another day of work was about to begin.

During such a time, no job was easy, but you never complained about yours. Keeping an eye on Duke Leto and his family was an honor unlike any other. You felt proud.

Duke had many men fighting for him, but you and a few others were his closest guards. By staying near him at all times, you were responsible for keeping him and his family safe. You were the leader of the guard, so when Leto was present, you had to be there when others kept an eye on everything else. Your name was called by Paul, and your thoughts had been interrupted. 

"Y/N! Wait!"

It was only natural that you stopped, smiled, and bowed a little. "Good morning, Paul. How are you?" 

"I am fine, thank you," the young man nodded, returning the smile. "Do you remember what you promised me?”

You shook your head after letting out a soft laugh. "I know what I promised. Training. But I also keep in mind that it will only happen if your father lets me go for some time."

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe... He'll agree if you ask him?"

"Later, Paul. Now, I heard that Duncan was looking for you." You said and ruffled his hair. 

Paul pushed your hand away and laughed softly. The two of you walked away together soon afterward.

Duke raised his head from the document he was reading as you entered his office. His usual attire consisted of a shirt, fitted material trousers, and a material jacket bearing the emblem of the House of Atreides on the lapel, the entire set in shades of black.

This room had a breathtaking panoramic view of the yellowness of the desert, the spice refinery, as well as the airstrip.

"Good morning, Y/N. I see you're earlier today, is there anything wrong?" Leto asked in a nonchalant tone, cocking one of his thick brows as his brown eyes looked directly at Y/E/C eyes.

You shook your head. "Well, as far as I remember my duty is to stay close and keep you safe, my Lord," you summed up, relaxing a little. 

Duke was not a friend of yours, but you worked long enough for the boundaries to be pushed into more friendly territories. "I hope your night was peaceful. From what I heard, there were no problems."

Leto's eyes measured your face as he said quietly, "No problems except for our shields going down without any apparent reason."

"Apparently shields' system isn't running optimally, but I will make sure that someone takes care of it." You said, remembering how you were woken up in the middle of the night. Having taken care of it, you spent most of the night making sure the place was secure.

Duke continued to read the document. "Paul insists on training with you all the time, if you don't count the hours that he spends reading about Fremen."

"I'm flattered that your son appreciates my combat skills enough to train with me, and I'm glad to see him making progress," you said simply. "You should be proud, my Lord."

The corners of his lips curled into a smile. "I am. And I trust you enough to entrust his well-being to you. I hope that you will become a mentor to him."

As you nodded, you began to walk around the room, making sure everything was fine. "Of course, my Lord. It's my duty to serve you and your family, so being Paul's mentor shouldn't be a problem." You looked through the window briefly.

The document was signed by Leto and placed on the wooden desk's counter. He then stood up and silently approached you. "My trip to the spice refinery would be a good chance to put your piloting skills to the test."

As you looked over your shoulder, you gave him a cocky smile. "Are you sure about that, my Lord? I don't want to embarrass you by showing you how skilled I am," you joked.

His strong hand was placed to your nape a second later as he whispered, "Did I not make myself clear? I have faith in you."

You bite the inside of your cheek, cooling yourself down. It was stupid and shouldn't have happened, but after working for Duke for a few years, you fell for him. You had no idea what was it, but something simply pulled you to him. "Shall we go then, sir?"

"There is still time. I'll have to wait for Liet Kynes to join us. You need to don your tactical gear," Leto ordered in a low voice.

"Your wish is my command, but I don't want to leave you alone." You reached out to cup his hand in your own. Although you couldn't say it out loud, there were more reasons why you didn't want to leave.

"You're tense," Leto whispered, allowing his hand to rest on yours. "I've noticed that you've been acting tense since you arrived. Is my presence making you feel uncomfortable?" He asked as he let go of your nape and approached the window.

As you cleared your throat, you rolled your head and shoulders trying to relax as much as possible. "It's probably because I am here, keeping you and your family safe, it is important to me."

"How old are you, Y/N?"

"I am 25 years old, sir, and I've lived here for almost four years now." You replied. "Why do you ask, sir?"

He rubbed on his beard, not looking at you. "I remember your father," Duke shrugged. "He was a noble man. I also remember your first day of service following your father's death. Your behavior has changed considerably since then. For those years, I grew to know you."

As you thought about your father and his death, you smiled sadly. To be honest, you wished he were here, but all you could do was continue his work. "Since that day, much has changed. Especially since we came to this place, it seems to be falling down. I'm merely concerned for your safety," you said and gently stroked his shoulder. "The last thing I want to do is let you down."

Leto kept his head straight no matter what; despite the fact that he grew close to you, not something that should have happened between a master and a subject, he tried to separate work from private life, even though he knew how you thought of him, not only as your Lord but first and foremost as a man. "Thank you for your devotion to the House Atreides," he said as he placed his palm over yours and felt how soft your skin was beneath his calloused fingers.

Your own fingers moved a tiny bit to feel more of his touch. This made you wonder how his rough hands would feel against your hips or grasping your waist as he pounds into you and whispers all sorts of filthy stuff into your ear. Clearing your throat you slowly removed your hand. "Dedication to the House Atreides is my life and duty. I am ready to sacrifice it if it means your safety. Just like my father."

He abruptly turned his head to face you, his brown eyes glistening slightly with the light feeling of the chamber as he studied your face. "My gratitude to you is the same as my gratitude to your father. Now, Y/N, go get ready. Please make sure that the ornithopters are ready to go."

Watching his lips as he talked, you wished you could just kiss them and feel them against your own. "Of course, sir. I'll see you in a bit." With those words, you walked off to take care of everything as Duke requested.

As you changed and later checked on the ornithopters, your mind kept wandering back to Leto constantly. Maybe it was time to stop pretending?

When Liet Kynes arrived at the headquarters, the mission was still being planned. 

The plane was piloted by Leto, who promised to give it to you on the way back. He decided to wear his greyish armor.

Despite being a pilot as well, you were more of a down-to-earth person, but this was a great opportunity to watch him pilot the ornithopter. It was both a blessing and a curse to be in such a tight space with Leto. "I don't see why I need to be a pilot when you are so good at it."

Through the headset, he told you that no one is infallible. "It's nice to have a second pilot who has decent skills."

You nodded your head. "It's nice that someone acknowledges my skills. Not many do so."

"I always wonder why. Maybe it's because there aren't many female pilots among us."

"I don't see many women among the soldiers and pilots in the unit. The only time I see women are your concubine and the girls who always follow her."

It's true, Y/N," Leto replied, his gaze focused on the horizon and refinery that was already visible. My father was of the opinion that men are better soldiers. I disagree. I think that women are more careful and can see more things. It's in their nature."

You chuckled, moving your hands down your legs, "My father, his friends, and even my mother were sure that I wouldn't make it through the training, but here I am. Duke Leto's personal guard," you said and joked, "When I look at other women, I don't imagine myself in their place... Unless I married a Duke or something. Then maybe I could bear it."

There was a slight smirk on Leto's face. "So that's why you haven't married yet? Most women your age already have significant others."

"Most women my age are more concerned with buying stylish dresses, while I worry that the man I admire is taken and out of reach," you concluded, looking at him briefly.

This time, he smirked more to himself; evidently, he had not been misled by all the signs he had seen previously - you were interested in him, not as your Lord.

It was hard to believe such a confession came out of your mouth. Your statement was honest, you love him as a person, not just as your Duke. Even though you knew it was impossible, you wanted to be his. Turning your head to the side, you avoided more awkward conversation.

He suddenly placed his hand on your thigh, and even through your armor you could feel the touch. "I appreciate your kindness."

Not expecting his touch, you flinched a bit, but instead of trying to get away, you put your hand on top of his. "The true thank you comes from me, sir."

Turning his head, he gazed into your eyes. With a nod, he ended the conversation, and soon his hand was back on the steering wheel.

You closely watched Leto's every move and his surroundings. 

You didn't like this place, as the refinery made you feel uneasy since any threat could come from anywhere. Being alert didn't come from duties alone, and now that you knew that, you remained close to your Duke.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up with you today? Does anything bother that pretty little head of yours?" Duncan gently poked your shoulder from behind as Duke and Kynes went to another area of the refinery.

You glanced at him immediately shaking your head, twitching a little. "I just keep thinking about shields going down last night, and hope it won't happen again tonight."

"Harkonnens left us with old equipment that should have already been replaced."

"It still makes me uneasy. Someone can take advantage of this kind of opportunity, which makes me worry," You sighed and smiled at him. "Have you heard? Apparently, Duke wants Paul to have one more mentor."

Idaho chuckled quietly, "I thought Paul was joking. With all due respect, you're not as skilled in combat as I am."

Feeling offended right now has made you gasp. "I may not be as skilled as you, but I am skilled enough to kick your ass; Paul enjoys training with me."

"I'd enjoy training with such a pretty woman as well if I were a young man."

You teased him, "Oh so because you are older than him, you can't enjoy it anymore? We should try sparring one day. Show Paul how real warriors do it."

"I'm up to this idea, little one."

As you gasped, you wanted to say something about the way he called you, but there was nothing you could say. This man was indeed a giant when compared to you. He was at least twice your size. Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned away, muttering angrily. "Just so you know, I'm not going to be soft on you."

"I count on that," Duncan brushed his fingers against the skin on your nape as he walked away, winking at you.

Initially scoffing, you rolled your eyes, but then you smiled before you walked away to find Leto.

Duke was already close to the ornithopter, checking the settings and instructing one of his men about the spice.

You joined him and took your usual place near him, getting back to your usual duties.

Once everything was set, and Duke farewelled Kynes, he looked at you. "Change of places. You're taking us home."

"Home? Already? Did something happen?” You asked with a frown, fully aware of Lato's full schedule.

"Yes. I told you that we only had to visit the refinery. You'll finally get some time off, Y/N. I think we all do need that."

"My work for you never ends, my Lord, but it will be nice to have a moment to refresh after this trip," you nodded. "Let's get you home, sir."

Once the troops and Duke returned to the headquarters, Leto let you go, assuring you that his guards would keep an eye on things, under the leadership of Duncan.

His plans for the evening were shattered when Reverend Mother needed to meet with his concubine and son first.

As Leto returned to his room, he changed into fresh clothes before heading to his office for a little more work on spice production and storage.

It wasn't something you liked to do. Being away from Duke made you feel strange. However, there was no fighting with the Duke, even though you felt your work wasn't properly done.

After returning to your room, you took a shower. Your body hated this planet and you felt the need to wash every time you returned from the outside. You hummed loudly, feeling the warm water washing over your body. 

The shower didn't take you long even if it was your favorite part of the day - you had better plans.

After drying yourself off, you put on fresh clothes and stopped in front of a mirror. It was frightening how different you always looked. You were always dressed in armor that felt heavy on your shoulders with your hair in a tight bun during duty. Off duty, you wore a loose shirt tucked into your pants with your sleeves rolled up. Your hair was nicely resting on your shoulders. 

You should be resting just like Leto ordered, but you decided to visit him.

When you were walking along the corridor, you bumped into Duncan, still in his armor. "Well, well, look at you, Y/N, I didn't know you were so beautiful," he circled you like a predator would circle the prey. "Where are you heading?"

Giggling innocently you shrugged, giving him a small spin. "You never saw me in regular clothes, dear. I am just taking a walk. I was never taught how to rest."

"Mind me joining you?"

"Aren't you a bit busy now? I am off duty indeed, but as far as I know, you aren't, right, big guy?" You patted his chest playfully.

He caught your hand and rubbed its top with his gloved thumb. "You owe me a walk."

Humming, you raised an eyebrow. "First sparring, and now a walk? I would never take you for a needy type, Duncan."

He patted your shoulder and walked away, not saying anything else.

Once he was gone, you headed straight to Leto's office, but you stopped in front of the door for a moment. Is it worth it to destroy your life and career? Whether it was or wasn't, you were tired of hiding all your feelings. You knocked on the giant door and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in," his voice roared within the room so you could hear him.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door and walked inside.

Leto raised his head from atop a desk covered in papers. His eyebrow cocked as he saw you. "Y/N?"

He couldn't lie, he was content that you came, he secretly hoped you would. Never in his lifetime had a single thought about having an affair crossed his mind until a few weeks back when he noticed a slight change in your behavior. Since then, he had been catching himself thinking about how it would be with a younger woman, and with you especially.

You closed the door and stepped slowly towards his desk. "I simply missed my Duke. I couldn't sit still in my room while my thoughts were constantly drifting to you."

He listened to you carefully, not saying anything at the beginning. His eyes observed your every move carefully. "How come, Y/N? I thought I let you rest from your duties until the next day?"

"I didn't come here because of my duties," you said resting your palms against the wooden desk. "I am here for a personal reason."

"For personal reasons, you say?" He put his golden pen on the pile of documents and got up from his seat, slowly circling the desk. "I'm intrigued."

"I hope you are, sir," you said, taking a few steps toward him. Once you stood in front of him your hand rested against his stomach before moving up his chest. "There are many things I have always wanted to do and say."

He rested his ass against the countertop of his desk. One of his hands instinctively found its way to your hip. Leto's eyes measured your face carefully as your palm wandered over his chest, covered by the white shirt he wore. "Confess then."

"I fall for you. In fact, I shouldn't since you are Duke and I am just your subordinate. Yet I love you like any normal man," you confessed as your hand moved to gently touch his neck only to cup his cheek soon after. "I always wanted to touch you, kiss you..."

He observed you carefully, listening to your words and feeling the warmth spreading all over his body. His other hand cupped your cheek as he lean down and crushed his lips against yours.

Taking aback by this pleasant surprise, you moaned into the kiss. Immediately you returned the kiss, grasping his shirt tightly.

Leto easily deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you tightly to his chest. Soon he turned around with you in his arms and easily picked you up, sitting you on his desk.

Pulling off for a moment to catch your breath, you looked at him. It was almost impossible to believe that it was actually happening. You expected everything, but this was something different. With a soft smile, you pulled him in for another kiss.

His strong hand grasped your waist as he let his tongue dance with yours in a blissful kiss.

You put your legs around his waist to pull him a bit closer, kissing him back. "Fuck,” you gasped, pulling away from another long kiss. Trying to catch your breath you only looked at him. "My Lord."

A loud grunt escaped his lips as he kissed your cheek, brushing it with his beard. He was desperate for your touch. He couldn't comprehend why he felt that way, yet he didn't know how to stop himself; despite the fact that it was so wrong, it felt so right, even though he was being unfaithful to the concubine who gave him his son years ago. His kisses moved to your neck as he almost grunted into your ear. After yet another passionate kiss, and his hand placed on the back of your upper thigh, he told you casually, "I'll meet you later. Leave now, I still have work to do."

You stayed in place, playing with his shirt. "You promise, sir?"

He offered you yet another heated kiss. "I never broke any of my promises. You should know that."

"I just want to be sure," you whispered against his lips.

He rested his forehead against yours. "Leave now. Paul, Jessica, or anyone else can enter here at any moment," Leto pulled away from you and returned to his previous spot like nothing had happened.

"Yes, sir. I can't wait for later," you got up from the table and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, but you were shaking inside. Your look was a little messy, so you did your best to improve it before someone could see you.

You were unfortunate enough to bump into Leto's son almost immediately after leaving his office.

He measured your face with a careful eye, just as his father had moments ago. "Y/N? What are you doing here at that hour? Are you okay? Your eyes are watery, maybe you should let doctor Yueh check your vitals?"

In the meantime, Leto covered his face with his hands. He asked himself out loud, "What the fuck are you doing? Her father was your friend and asked you to look after his only daughter, but this is certainly not what he had in mind. What the fuck is wrong with you? She could be your daughter," he stood up and walked to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of strong booze and pouring himself a drink. The thing that happened was already wrong, and he knew he should control himself more, but once you got close to him, he felt like he didn't have control. His senses were running wild. As a result of the kisses you shared, he was unable to think straight.

At the same time, on the other side of the door, shaking your head, you gave Paul a soft smile.

"No, Paul. It's fine, there is no need to bother doctor Yueh at this hour. You know that my body isn't taking my stay here well, and I was outside with your father today," you lied a tad, trying to make it as logical as possible. "It's probably because of this. No need to worry."

"I hope you were having a mask on, in case of being out," Paul said, visibly concerned about your well-being. "The spice is a hallucinogen and might affect people who didn't have contact with it earlier," he rubbed your shoulder. "Were you meeting my father at that hour? Any problems with shields again?"

Did you have a mask on? At this point you didn't even remember, maybe that's why you suddenly were brave enough to confess? There was no turning back now anyway. "Yes. I was telling him about their state. There was an attempt at fixing them today. Let's hope we all get a good night's sleep tonight."

He smiled at you and rubbed the back of his neck as he said, "Hopefully." I'm glad we have friends like you. Listen, Y/N, I heard you know a lot about Fremen. Would you tell me some stories? Not now, but one day, if you'll have more spare time. Forgive me for keeping you, I need to speak with my father. Hope this night will be calm," Paul nodded as a farewell and went to his father's office.

You turned on your hill and waved at him before adding, "I will gladly tell you some stories. I already can't wait for this."

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was about to destroy his own vision of himself as a noble man with honor. But he couldn't get you out of his head.

Duke Leto tried to concentrate on his work. Even meeting with Duncan didn't help him get his mind back on track. He discussed potential threats caused by faulty shields with his friend, but his thoughts seemed to drift away every now and then. Duncan noticed a difference in his master's behavior and advised him to get some rest before another day full of responsibilities. Following his farewell with his men, Leto returned to the headquarters.

When he finally fulfilled his promise, it was in the middle of the night. 

While he walked to your room, the path he had taken many times before, Leto couldn't stop his heart from beating faster and faster. Before leaving his office, he washed his face with cold water, hoping it would help ease the fire burning in his heart, spreading all over his body, intoxicating his mind and soul. Unfortunately, it didn't help.

Your door was knocked lightly by him as he stood in front of it.

Your ears perked up immediately when you heard the knocking. Of course, you weren't sleeping. When he promised you, it was impossible for you to sleep. After waiting for who knows how long, he finally came to you. On the inside and outside, you were shaking. As you got up from the bed, you took a few deep breaths and opened the door.

He was standing with his back to your door, still considering the possibility of turning back. But there was no actual turning back. It's been a long time since he was with a woman and to speak truly, he missed the soft, feminine skin against his.

"Get inside before someone sees you," you whispered, moving your hand up to his back before grabbing the fabric of his shirt and gently pulling him inside to quickly close the door. "The last thing we want is rumors, right?"

Entering your room, he checked twice to make sure no one had seen him.

Your chamber was much smaller than his, much darker as well. He didn't bother himself by checking the interior out, instead, he wrapped arms around your waist and leaned his head down, kissing you hungrily without saying anything more.

Letting out a quiet laugh, you immediately kissed him back, cupping his cheeks as if he was the lover that you hadn't seen in months. You couldn't believe you waited so long for him and then this happened. How stupid of you.

As easily as back in his office, he picked you up. One of his hands slipped under your ass, the other wrapped around your waist as he kept on kissing you, walking with you to your bed.

When your back hit the mattress, you softly moaned into the kiss. Pulling away from him, you smiled, stroking his cheek. "You aren't wasting any time."

He looked down at you, realizing how beautiful you were. "Thought this is what you want."

"Oh, I want it, my Lord. I can't wait to be yours and yours only," you confessed, gently stroking his cheek. "I want to be yours."

He looked down at you before yet another kiss was placed on your lips. You tasted wonderful, and he didn't want to take his tongue off your lips.

It was impossible to pull away from him. You didn't want to be away from him ever again. Even if you had to sneak around with him, you were more than ready for this. He was your Duke and master in many aspects.

His hands were placed on your hip as he continued the make-out session. Soon, Leto's fingers started undoing the buttons of your shirt.

Giggling against his lips, you let him do as he pleased; there was nothing you wanted to hide from him. You weren't ashamed of your body nor the scars that decorated it, so once all the buttons were opened, you pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

He pulled away to look down at your body; he admired the slight curves of your waist and the roundness of your full breasts. Instantly, his hand wandered to the belt of your trousers.

"You may be a Duke but you are with me now, love," you whispered, grasping his hand as the other started to undo his buttons. "I remove something. So do you. I can't be the only one naked here."

He smiled at you as he sat on his knees between your legs. A nod allowed you to undo his shirt, and once it was open, he tossed it to the ground.

"I always wanted to see how you looked under that uniform and I have to say you look better without it," you said, gently touching every inch of his skin.

He looked at your small palm placed on his tanned, broad chest, caressing the tensed muscles of his abdomen. Taking one of your breasts in his hands, he gently squeezed it. "Don't be silly, Y/N."

"I am not being silly. I am being honest," you summed up, easily slipping a hand under his pants. I wanted to see you naked. I wanted to see what you look like between my legs or when you are buried deep inside my cunt."

He smirked proudly, letting his hands wander down your body. He unbuckled your belt, opened your fly, and tugged on your pants to slip them off your legs. "I wanna see you cumming all over my cock, Y/N. I wanna see you arching your back when I eat your cunt out."

Moving away from him, you sat further on the bed. With your legs slightly open, you pointed at him and moved your finger to call him closer.

Leto licked his lips, looking at your slightly spread legs, and crawled to you, picking one of your legs up and kissing the calf.

Slowly you lay down and watched him, taking in the nice sight. You will remember it forever.

Keeping your calf in his hands, he sat up on his knees, slowly kissing up, moving to your inner thigh. He repeated the action with your other leg, gently touching your knee with his hand.

"Oh, so this is how you like it? Just play with me when I am waiting here?" You hummed.

His glance slowly moved to your face as he dragged his tongue up your inner thigh.

"Jessica is such a lucky woman," you whispered quietly when you caught his attention. "She really is if she has such a lovely view every night."

He murmured, kissing further up your thigh. "It's been a while since she had had such a view," Leto said openly, focusing on the warmth of your skin.

Sitting up a bit, you moved your hand through his thick locks. "You poor thing. She is missing a lot by not taking proper care of a man like you."

He licked your calf again and then a trail up until your inner thigh, pushing you lightly back on the bed as he reached your panties.

"You will be taken care of. I promise, my Lord," you promised, getting comfortable on your back.

He kissed your folds through the material of your panties and looked up at you.

Biting your lip, you looked him straight in the eye. You could already feel how wet you were, and his little games made you impatient. "I want to feel those lips, my Lord, so please do not torture me like this."

He smiled a tad too proudly as he shifted the material of your panties aside. He dragged his tongue up your pussy, from its bottom right to the clitoris, looking up at you to check your reaction. Your pussy was so pretty, little lips covered the prettiest pinkish entrance he had ever seen.

As you looked right at him with an innocent look, you asked, "You like it, my Lord?"

He hummed deeply for yes, sending some vibes directly into your already vulnerable spot. Shortly after that, he attacked you like a hungry dog, flicking his tongue all over your pussy, slurping, making all of the obscene noises you could ever hear. His hands grasped your hips, holding you strongly in place.

Gasping loudly, you pressed your back into the mattress. After all those lonely nights, this was better than you could have ever imagined.

His beard scratched at your pussy as well as your thighs, especially when he pulled you by your hips, wrapped your legs around his neck, and picked your lower body up so you basically rested only your shoulders against the bed. One of his hands supported your lower back while the other slipped down your body to your boobs, teasing the nipples, and then to your neck.

With a quiet moan, you shifted your body to make the position more comfortable. "Oh, Leto!" You sighed deeply, trying to stop yet another moan.

His tongue teased your entrance to quickly move up and circle your clitoris as he kept eating your pussy out. He was humming, playing with your boobs, and occasionally rubbing your arched back. Soon, he put two of his fingers into your mouth. His fingers muffled your another moan. Humming, you started sucking on his digits, coating them with saliva as you rolled your tongue around them.

When his digits were fully covered in your saliva, he pulled them out, only to slowly slip them into your pussy, pumping them back and forth.

This time you moaned loudly, not caring if someone would hear you. You touched yourself so many times, believing your fingers were his, but you fooled yourself. The size and thickness of his fingers made you feel what you could not feel yourself.

"That's it, little one, sing for me. I bet you've been fucking yourself before, imagine us doing things, huh?" He asked when he pulled his mouth out of your pussy for a second, laying you back on the bed to finger your pussy deeper and faster. "What naughty things were you doing, hmm?"

Softly whining, you grabbed his wrist just to hold onto something. "I was fingering my sweet little pussy until I cum, whimpering your name."

"Aren't you such a naughty, little shit?" He asked, only to close his lips on your pussy again, slurping further and flickering his tongue over your entrance, whenever he was pulling his fingers out. Leto started feeling highly uncomfortable within his trousers so he pressed his free hand to the hardened bulge, grunting.

As you whimpered and bit your lips, you arched your back in pleasure. Your climax was approaching and you shivered under Duke's touch.

"Come on, sweetheart, cum for your Duke," Leto encouraged before he fully slipped his fingers out of you to replace them with nothing but his tongue, slipping it as far as he could into your cunt. Your taste was intoxicating his senses, making him grunt as he kept on touching himself through his pants.

It was impossible to hold it any longer, you didn't even want to. You chanted his name loudly, not holding back any longer. He licked your pussy dry after you spilled all your juices all over his tongue. Then he raised his head, and your cum could be seen on his lips and beard.

He crawled up your body, licking his trail until he reached your lips.

You kissed him, wrapping arms around his neck.

He kissed you but soon pulled away and sat on the edge of your bed, wiping his lips. "Listen, Y/N. You're beautiful, you have a gorgeous body, and you're driving my senses wild, you're tempted and intoxicating but I think I can't," Leto said openly, picked up his shirt, and put it on. "This is wrong. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done those... Things to you," he considered his words and gave you one last glare before he left the room.

You watched him leave as you sat there. What? What?! He left you?! Just like that after what he did?! How could he?! You dared to open up to him about everything and even give yourself to him and he just tossed you aside, trying to sugarcoat it with some benevolent intentions?!

The tears filled your eyes as you flopped back on the bed, covering your face with your hands.

Leto didn't get back to his bedroom either. He decided to return to his office and eventually get some sleep on the couch there. He felt like a complete dick for dumping you like that but there was the line he didn't want to cross - in the end, he had a significant other, a woman who gave him a son. Leto lay on the couch, put one hand to his forehead, and cursed several times, being completely torn by the situation and your confessions.

The next day came too quickly and he had to return to his ordinary duties, to act like nothing had ever happened.

Of course, you had to do it yourself which wasn't easy. You felt tired and your eyes hurt, thanks to the previous night's crying. Sighing, you pulled your hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands out. A bit of change won't kill you. Probably.

With a loud sigh, you left your room. You weren't ready to meet Leto but it was your duty and there was nothing you could do about it.

He wasn't present at the briefing, for he was spending the morning with his son, as Idaho told you.

Of course, he did. Maybe it was for good, you wouldn't have to watch his face. That would remind you of yesterday's night too much.

Idaho asked you to help him take a look at the airstrip and near the shields. 

When you returned, you met Duke and Paul.

You bowed your head and smiled at Paul. "How are you today, Paul? I hope everything is going well for you," by saying this, you focused entirely on Paul, not much-paying attention to Leto.

Leto looked at you briefly, nodding his head at Duncan.

Paul smiled at you and assured you everything was right. "Father promised to take me with him to visit one of the crawlers. Doctor Lyet mentioned it's likely to see the sandworm, they're attracted by rhythmical noises harvesters make."

"I am sure you really want to see it, huh? It's really something special," you said with a soft chuckle, then you finally looked at Leto. "Shall Duncan and I get ready as well, sir?"

Duke nodded. "Yes. We'll take one ornithopter to get there and check the crawler from the distance. In case you need the weapon with you."

When he and Paul were leaving, Leto briefly touched your palm, giving you one more glance.

Instead of responding to the touch or the gaze, you turned to Duncan and smiled as sweetly and innocently as you had done to Leto previously. Since he played with you like that, you could do the same.

He wasn't happy with the way you looked at his friend. To be fully honest, he hated it, but at least Duncan was content with the unexpected situation.

Idaho talked to you and told you about things he saw while being with Fremens until Leto ordered him at the back of the ornithopter, to sit with Paul while you were about to sit with him in the front.

Idaho's stories didn't bother you, in fact, you really enjoyed them, so having to sit next to Duke made you frown. "With all due respect, my Lord, but shouldn't Paul sit with you? The boy will have a better view from the front than from the back.'

"Don't undermine my decisions, Y/N, and do as I say," he cut your whining, putting the headset on.

You whispered through the headset, making sure only Leto could hear you. "I did yesterday, and where did it lead me?" Then you looked over your shoulder at Duncan and shrugged a tad. "Sorry. I tried."

Leto didn't comment on your words even though he knew he should tell you something or at least apologize for his behavior. 

Once the ornithopter got up in the air, Leto made sure to mute Paul, Duncan, and Gurney who joined up so he could say, "Don't be angry about yesterday, Y/N. I'm sorry."

Laughing softly, you did the same as he did. Do you really mean this or is this some sort of rule the Duke should follow? Apologize to the woman he almost fucked?"

When you used that one particular word, he gave you a glance, his eyebrow raised. "I apologize for not fucking your cunt yesterday. Does it sound better?"

"A little, but it doesn't change anything. I barely dragged myself out of bed this morning," you said. ”I bet your woman was happy that night because I don't believe you took care of that burden on yourself."

He remained silent for a moment, replying briefly to Gurney who asked Leto about issues with shields. Afterward, he returned to the topic. "Believe it or not, I was alone in my office."

"Exactly like me in my bedroom. Thanks to you, my Lord. The man I loved and respected completely broke my trust, as well as something else," you muttered, staring at him.

He remained silent until you reached the crawler and observed it from above. 

"Everything looks well here!" Idaho announced.

"No signs of sandworms," Gurney added as he and Idaho took Paul at the back of the machine. "You can sit us down, we'll gather some spice for examination, Leto," Gurney said.

Leto landed carefully and once he and you were all alone, he took off the headset and looked at you, simply cupping your chin in his fingers and pulling you into a kiss.

Taken by surprise you quickly kissed him back. You called these mixed signals. First, he kissed you, then almost spent the night with you, and now you're back to kissing. You pulled away, taking off the headset. "What was that for?”

"An apology."

"It's like one of a million kisses you need to give me for yesterday. It hurts. You just left me."

"Understand me," he asked, a frown creeping on his forehead, "I'm risking the reputation I've worked hard to gain for two decades."

Taking his hand, you shook your head, "You think I'm not risking anything? Perhaps my reputation isn't as large as yours, but I still have it, and I risk it. But I do this because I fell for you and I can't change it."

"Fuck," he said simply. "It's not that I want to use you and forget. I don't look for a one-night stand, just to make things clear between us. I'm digging myself right now, right?"

"A little," you chuckled and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "I also don't look for some kind of glory because I fucked Duke Leto himself. Just so you know."

As needy and desperate as he became, he leaned closer and offered you yet another kiss, this time longer and heated to the point he moaned into your lips.

Giggling against his lips you stroked his cheek. His moans were already your favorite sounds.

"My Duke is a really needy person, I can see. There really must be something missing from your life."

He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Don't be angry about yesterday. I promise to make it up to you whenever you want."

As soon as you two heard Paul and the rest getting back, he kissed your lips once again and pulled away, rubbing his beard to cool himself down.

You turned around, smiling and acting as if nothing had happened. "And how was it?”

Idaho said that Paul got into the dust of spice and he was a little off so Duke decided to get back to the headquarters immediately, to have Paul checked by Yueh.

Leto agreed to give you a brief break after returning, so you were the one that escorted Paul to Yueh.

After explaining everything to the doctor, Paul was left in good hands to rest.

No matter what you were doing, your thoughts drifted to your Duke. It was really important for you to see him, but you weren't sure when the right time would come.

Leto of course informed Jessica about the small adventure their son experienced while in the desert and his concubine headed to doctor Yueh to check whether everything was good. Thankfully, Paul suffered only from light dizziness and headache. Yueh assured that if the young prince gets enough rest, he'll quickly return to his normal state.

Meantime, Leto spoke with Gurney and Idaho about their opinions on the equipment and determined that it is the matter that should be discussed with the court.

You freshened up and put on your usual clothes; the oversized shirt tucked into high-waisted pants. Dressed like this you returned to Leto who was still with Gurney and Idaho.

"My Lord? I just remembered something significant. Can we talk about it aside?"

By the light falling into the chamber through the huge windows, his grayish beard and salt and pepper-coloured hair were lightened as he glanced at you over his shoulder. "Excuse me," he looked at his friends and walked aside with you.

Idaho exchanged surprised glances with Gurney.

While you walked alongside him, you made sure that you did not show your feelings. It wasn't hard to pretend that you two were discussing some important matter. "When can I come to visit you?" You asked him simply.

Since you were standing next to one of the pillars, he immediately placed his hand at your hip where he gradually rubbed you. "When the shields will go down."

Frowning softly you looked at him confused. "Why then? You know that if something happens with shields I will be pulled out to make sure this whole place is safe."

"Gurney wants to lower the shields to inspect the mechanism fully. The entire terrain will be filled with our soldiers. Don't worry, you'll be sent to other duties."

You licked your lips, giving him a smile. "I will be sent to make the head of house Atreides feel good, or I will make sure he's safe?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "Fuck you, little one, keep on acting like that, and I won't be able to play it cool anymore. You have no idea how much I want to taste your lips," he opened his eyes and looked into yours. "Look what the fuck you're doing."

"There is just one question. Upper lips or lower lips," you giggled quietly. "I will better go then. I need to get really ready to see my man tonight."

He leaned forward, pretending he was about to whisper something to you, but instead he used the opportunity to briefly kiss your lips. "That's what I meant." He then went back to Idaho and Gurney.

Waving at both of them, you soon walked away as well, excited for whatever would come.

Leto returned to his friends and behaved as if nothing had happened. When Idaho asked what you wanted, he lied that you asked about the issue with shields and he sent you to guard Paul when the test would be run.

While Gurney appeared to buy it, Idaho did not, but he did not ask any further questions.

You returned to your room and immediately started to dig through your closet to find something appropriate for Leto. You were delighted to find lace underwear you thought you would never wear.

You headed to Leto's second bedroom dressed in special underwear and a long shirt that evening. 

You had to knock three times; it was the special code he set for the two of you. Once he heard the three, tiny knocks, he got up and walked to open the door. This time he wore a black, buttoned shirt, black, fitted trousers, and a black jacket with gold epaulets. He measured you with his eye from the bottom to the top, discovering with amusement and surprise you didn't wear the trousers. "Come in, little one. I thought you wouldn't come, to punish me after last night."

"I should," you agreed while looking around before you walked in, closing the door behind yourself. I should just leave you here waiting for something that is never going to happen, but someone needs to be the kind half when someone is cruel."

"Do you think I am cruel?" he asked, locking the door with the key.

"Am I the one that made you sing and then just left?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, he took you further in the room, offering you a drink. "How many times shall I apologize, sweetheart?"

"How long?" You hummed, pretending that you were thinking as you accepted the drink. "Well? I think that apologizing until your last day will be enough."

Leto scoffed a tiny bit. "Then I'll apologize to you every day "

"Sounds like a great idea," you nodded, looking at the drink. "Shall I be worried you try to get rid of me?"

"How could I?" He asked, caressing your shoulder.

"I don't know, love. You can do a lot as we saw," you teased before taking a sip.

He took a seat on his bed, downing his drink, observing you.

"Do you like what you see?" You asked, giving him a little spin, proudly displaying yourself to him.

"How do you think? Of course, I do."

You stopped near the bed and after putting the drink away you began slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. In the beginning, you showed him just your lower part of the body, reviling your panties and naked belly before undoing more buttons to reveal your breasts in a nice black bra.

He watched you, playing with his glass, licking his lips. "Fuck. Look at you. I can't believe you're real."

"I am real and all yours, my Duke," you purred and bowed to him.

He smiled widely, letting his glance slip all over your body. "You're all mine, and no one is entitled to possess you the way I do."

Walking closer to stand between his legs, you let his hands rest on you as your hands wrapped around his neck. "Really? Maybe I should go to Idaho? I bet Duncan would take care of me without any games."

He cocked his brow. "What do you mean? I hope he didn't bother you."

"No, but he is clearly interested in me. Maybe since you are so quick to toss me aside, I should talk to him more?" You teased, playing with his hair.

He closed his eyes as your hands slipped in his hair, messing with the neatly brushed hairdo. "I strongly encourage you to get rid of such an idea."

"And why is that? What if you change your mind again?"

"I am not planning to change my mind and it would be a great shame to get my right-hand man executed for high treason."

You gasped and stared at him with a smirk. "Oh, you wouldn't do that!"

"I'm a fucking Duke, I can do whatever I wish and no one can disobey. Just to make things clear, if you decide one day it'd be pleasant to check what he is hiding in his pants, both of you are in great trouble."

You laughed, pulling at his hair gently. "Oh, look at you, all mighty and bossy. Already putting me in my place."

He snarled a little when you tugged at his hair. "You're fucking dating the Duke, what have you been thinking?"

"So you are sure about me now?"

"Yes. I am. I have never been so sure about anything else in my fucking life."

Finally, you sat on his lap, taking the cup from him to have a sip yourself.

He smiled, rubbing your sides up and down. "Are you having fun, Y/N? Is my lap comfortable?"

Purposely, you rolled your hips against him, feeling the material of your panties rubbing against his thick thighs. "Oh, yes. So comfortable."

He groaned at the action, smirking. "Look at you. So needy."

"Hard not to be eager," you rolled your hips more. "You played with me, and then left me. I was hot and bothered for you."

While licking his lips, he looked at your hips, abdomen, and pussy under your lacy pants. "Did I make you feel good yesterday?"

"You made me feel amazing. Like never before, I never wanted you to stop, my Lord," you whined.

"Look at you, finally addressing me accordingly."

”Maybe I should call you master. I think it would be more suitable." You placed a kiss on his lips and then moved to the bed to get comfortable on fresh sheets. "So soft, all I am missing here is you."

He got up, set his glass aside, and returned to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

You watched him, nuzzling the pillow gently. Even if those were clearly fresh sheets, you still could smell his scent on them. It was comforting. "My master looks handsome as always."

He slowly slipped his shirt off his muscular shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He then joined you on the bed, instantly kissing your tummy, scratching the soft skin with his thick beard.

You purred loudly, arching your back a little because of the soft tickling you felt with every soft kiss.

He slipped his hands under your back and unclasped your bra, gently slipping its stripes off your shoulders, kissing the soft skin on them, moving to your breasts then. He slowly flicked his tongue around your nipples, occasionally sucking on them and looking up at your face, checking your reactions. Then, he slowly licked a trail down your body, from breasts, through your tummy, to the edge of your panties.

Biting your lips, you watched him, letting out quiet noises from time to time. Already, you were hoping that it wouldn't end like last time. By raising your hips a little, you allowed him to slowly slip your panties off.

To do so, Leto used his teeth, catching the material of your panties with them, slowly tugging them down your legs.

You watched him with your mouth wide open since this was the last thing you expected from Leto. Your cheeks turned completely red.

Once your panties were taken off, he spread your legs and diced between them, eating you viciously out, just like he did the night before.

Letting out a moan you grabbed the sheets and fisted them, moving your legs onto his shoulders, just like the last time.

This time he wasn't wasting time; his tongue flicked over your pussy, he hummed, sending some vibrations through your body, and massaged your breasts by kneading the flesh.

"My Lord, oh fuck. P-please don't stop. I want to cum on your tongue just like last time!" You gasped, moving your hand through his hair.

As your fingers tangled in his hair, he groaned and kept biting you more fiercely, slipping his digits into you.

You tugged at his hair a little harder at the feeling of his fingers. It was just as good as last night, and you gladly sang for him.

His tongue moved faster along your folds, he eventually caught your pinkish pussy lips between his teeth to gently suck them in his mouth, pulling softly.

His actions brought you to your peak, you could hold back just to make him work a little more but it felt too good. You cum, arching your back while whimpering his name.

He smirked broadly when your juices spilled on his tongue. Oh, how delicious you were!

You raised your arms, silently asking him for a kiss.

He kissed your pussy for the last time and towered over you, slowly leaning his head down to offer you a gentle kiss.

Heatedly, you kissed him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You used the moment of distraction provided by the kiss and your strength to flip both of you. Now you were on top, with a playful smile you pulled away, stroking his cheek. "My Lord."

While he blinked in surprise, he grasped your hips and looked up at you. "Comfy?" He asked, making himself comfortable on the bed. "Look at you."

You sat up a bit, resting your hand on his chest while rolling your hips. "Oh, really comfy. I wish this was what happened yesterday."

His hands stroked the curves of your waist as he tried to memorize your body. "Good."

As you leaned down to kiss his lips and then moved to his cheek and neck, you whispered, "I was so angry yesterday." Your kisses continued and moved down his chest and stomach until you reached his abdomen.

He rubbed your shoulders and gasped quietly as you were moving down his body. "Did you finish off on your own?"

"No," you placed kiss on his abdomen. "I spent the night crying, hoping you would return. Questioning if I was even worth your time."

"Of course you are," he said, reaching out and stroking your cheek. "Of course you are, Y/N."

You cupped his hand. "I love you. Not as a Duke... I don't care about the title. I love you for who you are, Leto."

He propped himself on his elbow, still stroking your cheek, his careful eagle-eyes never left yours. "Why? I'm nothing special. If not for my title, I would be nothing but an ordinary soldier."

"You are good and kind," you moved a little and sat up face to face with him. "You are smart, loving, and caring. Not to mention being handsome."

No mention of being unfaithful," he said, more to himself, scoffing. "I'm not a good man, Y/N. I killed a lot of people."

"No one is flawless, but I still love you. I love everything you do, I love your voice, I love your body, I love how you make me feel," you counted.

In the dim light filling the room, you could see little sparkles in his eyes.

"I love my Leto," you added and cupped his cheek to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

He kissed you back, trying to hold you as close as possible.

Pulling away, you stroked his cheek. "I am yours and only yours, Leto. Both in bed and on duty."

"I don't like categorizing," Leto said, playing with a strand of your hair. "I don't want to make you a thing I can possess whenever I want. I don't want you that way."

You gently stroked his shoulder and soon your hand moved to his nape. "What do you mean by that? There isn't much you can do now and I'm fine with that as long as my Leto is happy."

Stroking your hips where his hands were placed, he smiled gently. "I don't want you that way. I don't want to treat you like a whore. I just need you in my life. As my partner."

Watching him you frowned a tad and chuckled. "I... Isn't this a little impossible? This place is closed for me, besides it would look bad."

"Closed for you?"

"I know she is a concubine, but she gave you a son. I am nothing, just a soldier who confessed her love for you," you shrugged softly.

"Do you know why I haven't married?"

You simply shook your head.

"I should wed Paul's mother, make her my Duchess. Yet, my unwedded state gives some Houses hope they may yet ally with me through their marriageable daughters. It's all political, my dear Y/N. But now I start considering another thing."

"What thing, my Lord?"

He brushed your cheek with his calloused thumb. "Maybe it's just a whim but I certainly want you as my concubine, that's for sure. Maybe even something more."

"I wish to be your concubine. It doesn't matter how. I just want to be yours." 

You wished for this. You truly wanted this. You didn't care if you would be his concubine or the Duchess, perhaps. All you wanted was to be his, to be close to him without the need of hiding anything from anyone.

"Of course it's possible. I'll think about how to play it, but I promise you'll become one of the most powerful people on Arrakis. I want you. I have no idea how it happened but you own me and all of me."

It doesn't matter if I am powerful or not, all I care about is being close to you. You are also going to own me and everything I do," you whispered.

He pulled you closer to him, so his forehead rested against yours. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why were you always so cautious about showing your emotions near me? If I had known earlier, we might have been married by now, maybe sharing a home even."

You chuckled softly, blushing at the thought of not only marrying him but also having a child.

"That's how I was raised and how I was trained. You were up, when I was down, and all my responsibilities were to protect you and those close to you. There was no other relationship except friendship, and even friendship had its limitations." Taking a deep breath, you said, "It should be obvious to you how my father carried himself even if he was your friend."

Leto nodded silently. "Yes. I always believed I love Jessica. And I do, you know? But I have never felt anything so intense with you, something more intoxicating than love itself."

"I loved before but it was nothing like with you. I feel like I can't live without you," you whispered. "You think that Jessica and Paul will hate us both for this? I don't want to ruin anything."

"I don't think my son will hate you, it'll most likely be aimed at me. Jessica, on the other hand, most certainly is not going to accept it."

Maybe this is all a bad idea..." You worriedly said.

"Stop it right now," he ordered, cupping your cheeks in his hands again. "Stop it. I'll do whatever it takes for you to stay unaffected."

You grabbed his hands and nodded. "I trust you."

"Don't worry. I'll never let anyone hurt you in any way, Y/N."

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It's my duty to protect you."

He smiled at you brightly. "It's your duty to love me unconditionally."

"Then I hope I am fulfilling it properly, my Lord," you kissed him.

He kissed you back, letting his tongue slip past your lips, dancing with yours in a heated dance.

You moaned against his lips and pulled away with a smile. 

"How about we finally get to the fun stuff? Unless my Duke waits till his wedding night."

He chuckled, giving you a look. "Look at you. So tempting and beautiful, and you're expecting me to fucking wait to get that pussy marked? It's not going to happen."

"You certainly are taking your sweet time, my Lord," you teased, rolling your hips against him with a cocky smile.

A deep frown appeared on his face as you ground against his crotch.

Looking him right in the eye, you moved down until you were comfortable between his legs. 

You undo his belt and then the pants. Your eyes never left his.

He could feel a blush hitting his cheeks and he was glad at that point that he wore a thick beard that partially hid it.

"May I, my Lord?" You asked quietly.

Leto reached out his hand, placing it on your cheek, nodding.

You turned your head to kiss his hand before your attention moved back to his pants. Finally pulling them down, you gasped and then smiled right at him, seeing he didn't wear any kind of underwear. "Look at you, love."

A shy smirk appeared on his lips. "It's more comfortable this way in such a hot climate."

"Oh, I bet," you hummed and wrapped your soft palm around his member, giving him a few gentle strokes.

Leto was observing you, his face relaxed and soon he rolled his head back, resting it on his pillow.

You gave his cock a long lick from the base to the tip before your warm lips wrapped around the shaft.

He grunted in a deep tone that roared within his chest. "Just like that."

You began to take more and more of him, relaxing your throat to do so. You hummed around him to tease him with some vibrations.

Soon, he was grunting and groaning, bucking his hips up slowly, to slip his shaft more into your mouth. Leto's hands slipped into your hair, and he slowly, gradually fucked your mouth. "Look at you, little one. Sucking on my cock so well."

The only thing you did was hum, focusing on taking his cock.

He relaxed in your arms.

Suddenly, the couple could hear a knocking on the door. "Father, Duncan, and I can't find Y/N, and you told them she was about to guard me. The shield will be down in a moment and she'd be needed."

Leto snapped his eyes open, looked down at you with his cock in your mouth, and chuckled quietly, pressing his hand to his lips to muffle it. After clearing his throat, he replied loud enough for Paul to hear, "She's feeling sick, let her rest, probably too much spice got into her system. She's off duty and please, pass this information to Idaho."

Biting your lip, you lay your head on his stomach. Oh, you wanted to laugh so much because of the situation. It was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time.

He reached his hand to stroke your cheek. His eyebrows relaxed as he was grinning like an adolescent.

"Of course, sir," Paul replied, but added, "Father, may I come in? There's one thing I'd like to speak with you about."

Leto got visibly frustrated and rolled his eyes. "Not now, Paul. I have a lot of work to be done here," his thumb brushed your lips. "I'm afraid it'll take me an entire night to get things done. You know how time-consuming planning is, especially if you want to plan everything well enough for it to fit," Leto's eyes never left yours.

You looked right at him and used the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb. You began to suck it gently with a smile just to tease him.

He rolled his eyes back and with a gasp, he couldn't stop, he rolled his head back down again. 

"Father... Are you okay? Shall I call mother?"

Leto put his palm to his lips to muffle his tone for a few seconds before he cooled down enough to reply. "It's not necessary, Paul, I'm just tired a little. Now, get back to your room. I want you to stay there when the shields will be down."

Laughing voicelessly, you just started kissing his stomach. The two of you could be in some serious trouble

He licked his lips, watching you.

"Of course, sir," Paul replied again. "Good night."

"Good night, Paul," Leto replied and let out a grunt when he heard his son's footsteps vanishing in the corridor. "What the fuck!"

Giggling, you looked at him. "We'll never get to the better stuff," you joked, getting on top of him and kissing him. ”Well played, my Lord."

He took his cock in his hand and jerked it a few times, giving you a kiss back. "We are fucking lucky, aren't we?" He joked lightly. "Oh, if they fucking knew," he said, lining himself with your entrance, making sure to rub his tip against your already dripping folds.

You moved your hips back against him. "We found ourselves." Finally, you let him sink into you, causing you to moan softly. He was big, much bigger than you expected but you already loved it.

He pressed on your hips a little to make you sink into his cock, impaling you where you belonged. "Fuck," he cursed, feeling how tight, hot and wet you felt around him. "Fuck."

Smiling, you moved your hips in place, letting him feel all of you nicely. "So big. Fuck, filling me so nicely. I have never felt so full."

"How many men did you sleep with before?" He asked casually, gently bucking his hips into you.

"Not many. Nothing special," you answered honestly, moving slowly up and down. ”How about you? You have a second bedroom. Were there more affairs in the past?"

"Countless," he stated openly, cupping your breasts.

The fake sadness soon gave way to a moan as you said, "Fuck... Shall I be jealous that I'm not the only one?"

"No one of them can be counted as special. No one of them was you."

Taking his hand and placing it on your clit, you smiled proudly. Once he started to rub it, you moaned and started to move a little faster. "Fuck. So good."

He kept on rubbing your clitoris, taking his hand away for a moment to lick his lips to add some moisture to your vulnerable point. Once his palm returned, he teased the little bundle of nerves worth his thumb. "You like that, baby?"

You nodded, whining a little. "Oh, I love it, my love. Fuck, you make me feel so good."

Leto easily caught your hips and laid you down on the bed, towering over you seconds later. He took his cock, rubbed its tip along your folds again, and pushed in you with ease, attacking your exposed neck with kissing and sucking as he set a brutal, rapid pace.

You shouted his name as you wrapped arms tightly around his neck, as your legs moved around his waist. The pace he set made you whimper as your head rolled back on the pillow; you felt the entire bed moving along his strong thrusts.

His strong hand was placed on the back of your thigh as the other one wrapped lightly around your neck, he crushed his lips against yours. "You like it when I fuck you, huh?" He grunted into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Yes... My Lord! I love it! I love it when you fuck me!" You nodded, grasping at him as you could.

He kissed you equally roughly, picking both of your legs up and resting them against his shoulders. His pace slowed but his thrusts became more profound. The sound of skin hitting skin and Leto's deep grunts filled the room.

All the sounds he made and how well he fucked you made you reach your peak, but you held back as much as you could. "My Lord... Can I cum around your cock?"

"Hold a little more, I want to cum with you," he almost pleaded, speeding up again. He removed your legs from his shoulders and made sure you wrapped them tightly around his hips. His thrusts were strong enough to cause the bed to rock back and forth along them. "Fuck," he whispered as his cock throbbed within you. "Cum for me, babygirl."

You did as he said and let go, cumming around him with a scream of his name.

Leto shot thick ropes of cum into your pussy with a loud grunt that turned into a moan.

Holding him tightly, you whimpered his name. "Leto! Fuck, oh fuck!"

He nuzzled the crook of your neck, resting on top of you for a moment, kissing your face.

Grabbing his cheeks, you pulled him into a sweet, gentle kiss.

His weight was supported by one hand as he kissed back. Leto watched as your mixed cums dropped out of your cunt when he pulled his cock out. Leto smirked proudly, rolling to the side.

You sighed when he pulled out, so you turned on your side as well to watch him. "It sounds exciting, now that I am yours and only yours, forever and ever." He reached his hand out and put it on your chest, right on the heart. "Here I am. And here I remain."

Broken Yet Reunited || Santiago Garcia x Reader

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Summary:  Long after your break up, Santiago finds his way back into your life

Warnings: none, just fluff & comforting 

Word count: 2143

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Hundreds of loud conversations competed with the music that dominated the atmosphere in the bar. The audience was mostly young people. Santiago made his way through the crowd to order a drink, a dark local beer. He felt someone melting their body to his from behind before the drink was poured, and he knew you had arrived. "What brings you here, Y/N?" Santi inquired.

"I should ask you that question, Santi," you chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "I would never think of you as someone who enjoys such places, but I can't blame you… All the young ladies in the room."

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes theatrically. "Stop, that isn't a reason. One for the lady," he ordered a drink for you as well. "How's life treating you? I haven't heard from you in a long time."

You shrugged as you sat on a high chair next to him, patting his shoulder. "Oh, you know, doing my things, popping in and out. This is standard fare. So, how about you? I heard you're doing well."

"Could be better," he said quickly, sipping from his pint. "Been missing ya."

"You? Did you miss me? Do you know how to do it?" You asked, slightly teasingly, tilting your head. "I'm sure your cute contacts or informants are enough for you."

"No, as you can see, Y/N," he said flatly. "You're familiar with my work. I wanted to keep you safe from any potential dangers."

"I'm a mercenary, and you think I'm afraid of some ex-shady soldier's business? My cherished softie," you tease him even more.

He rolled his eyes again as he sipped his beer. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, work is going dry for the time being, so I'm using my free time to rest," you explained, taking a large sip of your drink. "I was shot in the knee a few months ago and am still trying to recover. I'm not going to run a marathon, for sure."

He frowned, disappointed that you didn't even send him a message informing him of the seriousness of the situation. "Do I want to know about the circumstances?"

"Let's call it a team misunderstanding that results in friendly fire. That's all, but I'm still alive, so it's not all bad."

Santiago slowly nodded his head.

"How are things going for you? Was it something like neck surgery? I hope you're not running around doing crazy stuff like I am." Looking at him, you raised an eyebrow.

"I've been trying, but haven't been successful so far," Santiago joked lightly before putting his palm to his nape and smiling sadly at you.

You slid out of your chair and approached him. Your hand soon replaced his on his nape. "I think you enjoy the difficulties more than I do, Santi."

He gave a small smile, leaning into your touch. "Isn't it getting later? Could we get some takeout and come to my house?"

"Are you tired of all the pretty ladies around you?" You laughed and leaned in behind him to kiss his scar. "Takeouts and your establishment? Sounds intriguing."

A shiver ran down his spine and spread throughout his body. He nodded and hummed softly.

"Let me just pay for the drink and we'll be on our way, sweetie." You said this as you kissed his nap again before walking away.

"This one's on me," he said, nodding to the bartender and leaving a few dollars on the counter.

"I'm not returning that money to you." You cautioned him while patting his back.

"I'm not expecting this, babe."

"I'm hoping so, baby." You took his hand in yours and yanked him out of that damn bar.

Then you followed him to wherever he chose to get the food.

Santiago's apartment was small and cluttered, just as you remembered. A single man explained a lot.

"Same place, same shambles. As far as I can tell, nothing has changed." You chuckled as you sat on the couch.

"Sorry, hadn't expected guests," he apologized as he unpacked the food and offered you your portion. Santiago gathered a few boxes and relocated them to the second small room that served as his bedroom.

"You haven't had any visitors since you moved in? This place looks exactly the same after... four? five years? Typical guy," you laughed. "A woman's hand is needed here."

"As you can see, there's no line of women on the horizon," Santiago joked lightheartedly as he joined you on the couch. "I'm delighted you came. I missed the old days."

"I missed them as well," You agreed and moved your legs onto his lap. "If I may say so, this is surprising. You were always the one with the most female informants."

He laughed. "It's not my fault that I'm attractive and women treat me this way."

"Nonetheless, none of them stayed. A slew of bitches... Of course, no offense intended," you said this before you started eating.

"You're talking about yourself as well?"

You raised an eyebrow as you looked up. Things were getting interesting.

"Pardon me? First and foremost, I was not your informant. Second, you ignored me on your own volition, love."

"I told you about my motivation, and if I recall correctly, you sold your mates twice."

"I swear Santi, if we're going to pull dirt on each other, you'll end up with that fork in your eye and you'll never see me again," you warned, playing with a metal fork. "According to what I know, you took four of our buddies to rob a drug lord and only three of them returned, so don't pretend to be a saint, darling."

He rolled his head back, resting it on the back of the couch, and set the food down. "True. It's been a fucking disaster. Tom was far too avaricious."

"He was never perfect. Of course, I don't think he deserved it," you sighed and popped some food into your mouth. After a brief pause, you shrugged slightly. "I have a feeling he didn't even like me. I didn't like him very much; he had a difficult personality."

"I'm afraid he never truly liked anyone," Santiago replied, rising from his seat and walking to the window, where he sat on the windowsill and peered out.

You walked over to him, placing food on the small coffee table you had obtained. You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled his shoulder without saying anything.

"I'm still not over that fucking failure. I lost a friend, so screw the money."

"I know," you gave him a gentle squeeze while whispering. There was nothing else you could say because nothing you said would make things better. Actually, you've been feeling bad since you brought up the subject.

"Return to eating, darling, it'll get cold," he said, tapping the bridge of your nose. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yours will as well; I'm not returning to it unless you return to me."

He let you pull him back onto the couch where he was sitting, grabbing the box containing his meal to finish it. "Hey, did you meet anyone?"

"I did, in fact," You nodded and smiled at his slightly disappointed expression. "But don't be concerned, Santiago. You're not going to get a wedding invitation anytime soon. I abandoned him, so I am mostly alone. You? Are you sure you're not keeping some pretty girl from me?"

"I'm not," he assured, more like he'd be assuring himself as well. "No girl could stick with me as long as you actually did." Santiago indeed felt an unpleasant sting in his chest when you mentioned having someone, but thankfully it was a past thing.

You hummed loudly while chewing your food and nodding your head. "Don't give me that look, my tolerance for 'Santiago's bullshit meter' is not too high. It's something I made up with the Millers."

"What?" He cast another glance your way. "Come on, for a change, stop being a jerk."

"I am not a scumbag. If you don't believe it, ask Ben "You lay down and ruffled his hair gently. "You should know that I don't mean it negatively."

"I don't know anymore," Santiago hissed, jolting up, his palm resting on his nape.

"You okay?” You asked worriedly. "That neck, huh? Can I do something?"

"It's fine," he said but it clearly wants fine. He crossed the room to reach the bathroom, and with a shaking hand, he opened the box with pills, instantly swallowing two.

You, of course, followed him, and your palm was gently placed against his nape. "It's really that bad, huh?"

As you looked into his reflection in the mirror, he gave a slight nod and a single tear streamed down his cheek.

"C'mon. We're going to sleep. "The bed is still in the same room?"

He nodded and walked into the small room that served as his bedroom.

You walked alongside him and, once in the bedroom, you removed items from the bed. This man didn't seem to change much. You were the first to lay down when it was finished. "Please come here." You muttered.

He laid down beside you, taking an almost embryonal position, grunting a little with pain.

You moved closer and wrapped your arms around him. "Is there anything else I can do to assist you?"

"It's fine this way," he said quietly, his eyes closed, taking in your warmth and presence.

You nodded and carefully placed your hand on his nape, covering the scar. "Did you miss me that much?"

Santiago silently nodded. "When you spend your entire day alone, you have plenty of time to think. And I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about recently. I missed your presence and the relationship I should have given more thought to. I'm sorry I didn't pursue you."

You wanted to say something, but your knee was acting up, so you hissed. "Fuck..." You stretched your leg in the hope of some relief, muttering more curses. "To be honest, I missed this relationship as well. To be more specific, I missed you, which is probably why I never stayed with anyone. They weren't you."

He rolled onto his back and extended his arm to you. "Come on in, doll. Maybe I should go to the pharmacy and get some pain relievers or ointment? What about your knee?"

You nuzzled closer to him and sighed deeply. "No, I've got mine, but I kind of shoot myself in the knee, pun intended. Because I can't mix them with alcohol, I'll just have to wait." You laughed as you rested your leg on his. "Oh, Santi, we're so broken. "Where have all the good times gone?"

He gently rubbed his palm over your aching knee, whispering soothing sentences into your ear. "I guess they're gone."

"Wow, and I was dubbed the 'team's biggest pessimist,' guess you took after me, huh?" Before looking at him, you moved your hand into his hair, sadly smiling. "Santiago?”

His eyes were closed as he got lost in your touch. "Yes, doll?"

"Let us try to make good again in the coming days. Together. What are your thoughts on this concept?"

"Mhm," Santiago hummed softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his hand soon stopping rubbing your knee and lying still.

"Santi? Don't leave me like that, sweetie," you kissed the top of his head softly.

He reluctantly opened his eyes and smiled at you. "You're a tease."

"This makes me very happy. I'll be your pillow for as long as you want." You kissed his brow and gently cupped his cheek. "Maybe I should move in since we've already been together?"

"Where do you keep your belongings? I'll go get them for you."

"Well, I live with a friend now, and all my belongings fit into a box and a traveling bag, so I'll get them myself, but I was wondering what you thought about such an idea?"

"I'll make you a room in the wardrobe and the bathroom," he chanted happily.

"So eager suddenly. Look at you. Where is that sleepy pessimist that I was cuddling just a moment ago, huh?” You couldn't help but laugh.

He raised his head and his lips met your jawline.

Turning your head, you smiled and simply kissed him like during good old times.

He hummed softly. "Esta vez no voy a dejar que te vayas de nuevo."

"I hope so. Try it and I will kick your ass before leaving," you warned him with a short laugh.

A One-time Job || Marc Spector x Reader

Vol 2

Summary: Who would have thought crushing a scooter could lead to a tomb robbery, which in turn may lead to a steamy night with a handsome fella?

Warnings: unprotected sex, drunk sex

Word count: circa 8090

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

Rating: explicit! (+18)

A/N: Because this fanfic does not follow canon story, Marc does not have a romantic connection to Layla

As the eventide sky bloomed red, the land cooled, and as Marc came to love the black skies and the moonlight, Egypt became part of Spector's soul in a way that he couldn't sometimes comprehend.

His love for sand grew over time; the sand dunes were the playful waves of the desert, they rose and fell as if the desert was breathing.

A desert that he loved so much taught him how to do so much with so little, to adapt and overcome in a way that allows life to thrive.

Marc Spector was a former mercenary who was left for dead in the desert; a person rejected by society at some point.  

After the Moon God spared Marc's life, it was time for Marc to embark on a process of scouting the road less traveled, checking its safety, making sure it leads to someplace of greater importance than sticking to well-known routes. To undertake such an exploration, it took courage, a pure seed of faith, and a firm commitment to do what was right. Marc, however, was not the type of man to be easily scared - he accepted his new role with full awareness and promised to fight the crime as the Moon Knight. 

A new quest awaited Marc - he got a tip about ancient artifact smugglers raiding Egyptian tombs, and they apparently were working with no one else but Arthur Harrow himself.

Despite preferring to work on his own, Marc accidentally got a young woman involved in the business during the manhunt he conducted last week. It was impossible for him to foresee that a girl would park her scooter in such a narrow alley, almost in the middle of it. He probably wouldn't crush it with the car he stole if the scooter was parked closer to the building, but shit happened.

It was exactly how he ended up in one of Cairo's bars, drinking whiskey and scanning the room with careful, brown eyes, looking for the person he was set up with.

To say the least, you were pissed. Your scooter was crushed, the dude left his number, and he almost fled. Fortunately, he was more honest than you thought, because the number was real.

You walked into the bar he had set up for the meeting. Before entering, you adjusted your jacket and took a deep breath.

As soon as he spotted you entering, he raised his hand to signal his location.

You waved and walked up closer to him as you gave him a soft smile. "So, little break from crushing scooters and running after people?" You asked, sitting next to him.

"A little." He was trying to follow the joke. Please accept my sincere apologies once again, miss."

"Oh, it's okay. I just broke my only mode of transportation." You shrugged, waving at the bartender. "How will you repay me?" You asked openly.

"What do you want? I can write you a check or...," He hung his tone, "I have another suggestion."

The last offer caught your attention, and you moved closer. "Other proposition? I don't take payments in nature."

Your face caught his attention as he studied it with his own brown eyes; you were a very pretty girl, he had to admit. You contrasted the soft features of your face, rosy lips, and perfectly shaped brows with the full curves of your hips as you sat next to him in tight jeans and a fitted t-shirt. "I didn't mean that. Well, since you're from here, I think your knowledge might be useful to me."

As you stared at him, you couldn't help but admit; if it wasn't for him crushing your scooter, you would happily hit on him on your night out. He was quite handsome. "I'm from here indeed, but what can I do to help you?"

As he tapped his fingers on his glass, he said, more to himself than to you, "So I think you'd find it easy to get into somewhere."

You nodded as the bartender brought you a drink and said, "Possibly, it depends on what place you mean. I won't help you get into a bank or anything like that. What's your plan?"

"I'm heading for the east side of the desert, where there is a tomb that has not yet been opened. That's my destination."

As you sipped your drink, you frowned.

If that asshole hadn't crushed your scooter, you would've ridden there yourself. Did you have a competition to find a treasure? "Oh really?" You asked, trying to make the most casual tone you could muster. "What would you find there? It's just an old tomb."

"There is a smugglers group that raids tombs, stealing artifacts, gold, and other things. I want to track them down and stop them."

"So you're some kind of secret police?" You laughed and patted all of your pockets. "Great. Hey? Do you smoke?"

"I do. Do you need a lighter?"

Taking out your lighter, you sighed, "I need a cigarette." Your lighter was empty.

Marc pulled Chesterfields from the pocket of his leather jacket. He offered one to you.

After thanking him, you took a cigarette and lit it. "Well..." You hummed, taking a drag of the cigarette. "Since we discuss such things, I suggest we change the location to a less public one. We can meet at my home."

He got up, nodding at you.

After finishing your drink and paying for it, you showed him the way to your place. "I usually use it for work and as a hiding place." You told him before opening the door to let him in.

The flat was filled with books, maps, and souvenirs from all over the world.

Despite the messiness of your apartment, he thought it was an interesting place.

Marc rubbed his fingertips against the books on one of the shelves.

As you sat on the bed with your laptop on your lap, you hummed and said, "The valley on the east side of the desert, you say... Are you just looking for that group or are you looking for something specific within it?"

"I want to retrieve the things they will steal."

"What do you mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have a feeling there's more to it than you tell me."

"Only artifacts. We both know they have one purpose. And I know they have been observing this place for at least two weeks."

As you typed something on your laptop, you nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't there much. I would know more if someone hadn't crushed my scooter."

While inspecting your locum further, Marc rolled his eyes. "I apologized."

"I am kidding, don't get angry. I was searching for a way to open this tomb too, but I couldn't find a key to open the door. But what I did find was this," you showed him the picture on your laptop. "Can you see this?" You asked him as you touched the screen.

Crouching next to your bed, he watched the screen. "I guess it's some kind of riddle."

"Exactly!" You placed the laptop on the bed, slipped off of it, and sat on the floor next to him with the picture right in front of you both. "Well, you are almost entirely right. This is indeed a riddle. But you see those little gaps? That is a hidden entrance with the riddle as an opening mechanism."

Suddenly, it struck him. "My guess is that it is a Ptolemaic hinge."

"You think?" You pondered this and grimaced. "Wait! Of course! Why didn't I think about that?"

He replied, "Sometimes all you need is the right perspective."

"Or a proper partner in crime." You giggled all excitedly. "Shall we begin preparations? Should we rest first?"

Your words made him chuckle. "I don't even know your name, sweetheart."

You stared at him a bit shocked, and then it hit you. Your cheeks turned red. "Oh, shit! Right! Sorry. I am Y/N and you are..?"

"Marc." He reached out his hand to you. He shook your hand with a firm grasp.

Squeezing his hand firmly, you nodded. "Nice to meet you, Marc. What are your plans?"

"I think that would be the most effective way of getting around there," he pointed to a spot on the screen, "Before midnight, and just wait for them to show up."

"And what will we do when they arrive?"

He replied, cryptically, "And this, my dear Y/N, will be something interesting."

As you looked at your laptop, you smiled and said, "I'll take my gun. Great. I'll go get ready so we can leave."

"Wait. Wait. Let's set everything up. I have my motives to catch them, but what about yours?"

"I travel a lot, and I like to end up somewhere I shouldn't just to see an ancient temple or old ruins. In a nutshell, I like adventures. But my main reason is that I'm trying to get a guy named Harrow. He killed my uncle to steal some artifacts he had in his collection. What are you really after, Marc?"

"I cannot unfold them yet, but I think you will understand me better tomorrow for we both have a common foe." Marc replied, getting up. "I should leave to prepare."

"Fine, when and where should we meet? Just so we're on the same page." You questioned, looking up at him.

"Tomorrow at 10 pm, we'll meet at the bar where we met today. From there, we'll drive as close as we can."

Nodding, you confirmed, "Tomorrow, 10 pm, at the bar. Got it, and I'll be there ready to go. It's so exciting!" It was nearly impossible not to giggle with joy.

Marc offered you a surprised glance; the last thing he expected was a girl he just met fangirling about a possible upcoming exchange of fire.

Once Marc left, you couldn't help but jump in place from pure excitement. Your entire plan sounded so amazing that it seemed like a dream.

When all the emotions had subsided, you decided to start getting ready for tomorrow so that you would be fully prepared.

Marc waited for you on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette and checking his phone from time to time.

As you sat next to him, you casually asked, "Is my partner in crime ready for some fun?" The clothing you wore was carefully chosen in order not to scratch you, but also to prevent you from getting heatstroke.

A look was given to you; you wore tight, fitted combat pants, black boots, and a white shirt with thick stripes. "Hi. Much. And you? From what I can see, you also took some time to prepare for this event."

"Of course. Who would enter an ancient tomb without getting ready. Especially when we might be pursued by smugglers. From experience, I know they love to carry guns." You confirmed, tightening your shoelaces.

A holster was attached to his thick, leather belt. "I'm ready too, so nothing will surprise us."

You nodded enthusiastically as you said, "I have one too. So we are safe and sound on this adventure, I believe. We know where we need to go but how will we open the door?"

"I think I'll be able to open the door."

You immediately perked up. "You know how?! When did you solve it? How?!"

"Trust me." Marc briefly ran his fingers against your chin, smirking. "Get in, Y/N."

Immediately after letting out a quiet purr, you laughed for a moment. You followed him into the car. "Before we get there, I want to settle one more thing with you."

Taking a comfortable seat in the driver's seat, he closed the door. "Yes?" Marc asked, placing his arm on the back of your seat.

You looked at him fully seriously and said, "We enter in together and leave together no matter what happens. Can I rely on you, Marc?" When the questions dropped you offered him your hand.

Taking your hand, he said, "Deal. And after we're done, we won't return to your crushed scooter."

"Oh! Thank you for reminding me about that!" Nodding, you laughed and rolled your eyes as you settled into your passage seat. "Don't worry. The deal is the deal, but I honestly forgot about this already."

"You're fast at forgetting things." He joked, starting the engine.

Soon, you two got close to the tomb.

You had to park the car at a decent distance from the destination so as not to be seen.

Marc and you walked through the sand, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

You couldn't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't your first adventure, but you still felt like a kid in a candy store. It was more than exciting. You were curious about how he solved the entry problem, and you couldn't wait to see what he found in the tomb. "Based on what I see, I think we are the first ones here, or maybe they have already entered." You said, trying to see something in almost complete darkness if not counting the dim light of the moon.

"Down!" Marc snapped at you and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to lay flat on the sand. "Look carefully over there." He snapped, pointing to the tomb's entrance where two dark figures stood. 

He removed the backpack he was wearing and pulled out a pair of binoculars. You received it after he checked them. "What are you seeing?"

Sighing deeply, you looked through the binoculars. When you looked closer, it didn't look as good as you had hoped.

At this point, you had a sense that there was more going on than just a 'smuggler group'.

It looked more like something out of a cult. So many goons were present. "My little eye detects cars and goons. Lots of goons with guns. I think I see Harrow.... He is standing there when they try to open the front door for him. What next?"

Marc announced, "We'll visit them."

The binoculars were moved away from your face as you asked him, "Excuse me? Ya just want to walk up there, say 'hi' and politely ask them to let us in first?”

"Cool your horses. I told you I have a plan. Come on."

Raising your eyebrows, you glanced in the direction of the tomb. You weren't sure whether or not you liked it, but you had an agreement after all, and you really wanted to get inside. In the end, you followed him.

As two of you sneaked closer to the tomb and group of people, he instructed, "Be careful and prepared. You can use the gun if needed."

As you looked around carefully, you stayed close to him. You hissed in a quiet voice, "That's right, but only two guns against a few machine guns isn't a good match. This doesn't add up."

Marc waved at you to calm you down. "Be quiet. Stop panicking."

Upon getting close enough to you, the man made you crouch, so the two of you remained in the darkness of the desert.

As you watched how they tried to open the gate, the two of you exchanged glances.

Marc muttered under his breath, "They're deluded."

Looking at everything that was happening, you whispered, "Yes, indeed. Trying to open it this way will take them ages." Looking around one more time, you tried to figure out whether the two of you could possibly work it out.

"Just hurry up and open the tomb!" Arthur himself yelled loudly to his men. "We've already wasted enough time. Let's not waste more of it."

Marc looked at you. "Stay close." He emerged from your hideout in the shadows moments later. "It's been a long time, Harrow. You can't even use a Ptolemaic hinge properly, as I can see."

While you watched him in shock, you remained silent. As a result, you just observed what was happening at this point.

"Steven... Or is it Marc at this point? I can see you finally got here." Harrow greeted him with a flat smile. "You must be desperate to come here by yourself."

The specter approached the other man, tapping his chin. "What's inside that you hired those idiots to get into? They have no clue what they're doing. Also," he gestured at you to join him, "I'm not alone."

Only your eyes were visible from your hiding spot as they glistened in the dim moonlight. With a frown on your face, you left your hiding spot to join Marc just like he wanted, even if you didn't like it. Slowly, you walked to Marc's side. "Hi?"

"This one is completely new to me. You're changing allies so quickly." Arthur chuckled.

"I know you!" You growled loudly. "Your goons killed my uncle for an artifact. I saw you on the recording!”

Harrow gave you a gentle smile for a moment. The nice man who wasn't keen on giving away something I needed? That is a shame. I'm sorry, but this is more important than one life."

If Marc had not grabbed your shoulder, you probably would have jumped on Arthur right away.

A fake smile appeared on Marc's face and he turned to you, leaning forward so that only you could hear his words, "Calm down. You will be able to avenge your uncle, but not now. Put your emotions aside and concentrate."

Mark walked to the wall of the tomb, counted something in his mind, and pushed one of the huge stones. This caused a huge granite block to move aside, revealing a narrow corridor inside.

As you ran up to Marc, your eyes widened and you gasped loudly. In spite of everything, you asked, "How did you do that?!"

Harrow said simply, "Isn't that cute? You've found someone who shares your interests. Such a shame it's over. Get rid of them both!"

When the first shots were fired, you cursed and ran for cover. "This is not how I expected it to turn out!"

Marc screamed, pressing his back against the stone wall, reloading his gun after a few shots were fired. "Go ahead, I'll cover you! Take whatever you find!"

"You... Are you sure?!" You screamed, hiding behind the cover again, firing a few shots yourself. "I won't leave you here alone!"

Marc yelled, waving his hand briefly at you. "Go!"

"Don't die here!" You followed his command and ran into the narrow corridor.

Being unfamiliar with what you could find here did not make it easy at all. "Fucking hell..." You groaned once you got further into the tomb.

Marc managed to shoot two of Harrow's smugglers. As long as he wasn't sure the group had rearranged their positions, he stayed under cover. When he realized the group had changed positions, he ran after you.

After a moment of walking, you stopped in front of the two different corridors. There was one going left and one going right.

As you took a deep breath, you tried to decide which way to turn when someone grabbed your shoulder. The first thing you tried to do was to punch the person who grabbed you, but when you saw Marc's face, your fist stopped. "Oh, thank God. Are you ok?"

"Don't ask silly questions now, let's go." He pulled your hand, taking your left side.

The two of you soon entered a large chamber with a stone altar in the middle.

As you looked around, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. It was better than you had ever imagined.  All the hieroglyphs and sculptures were in almost pristine condition. "Look at all that!" You exclaimed excitedly and then realized you were still holding his hand.

After clearing your throat, you let go of it and looked at the altar. "Do you think it's there?"

Mark said, not realizing he was holding your hand tightly. "Picture the hieroglyphs on the walls, and I'll collect everything."

Several artifacts, as well as a golden Anubis statue, were soon placed in the backpack. "Come on! Let's find a way out."

You were taking the last picture before putting your phone in the pocket. "There should be a hidden path somewhere in this area. We just need to find it."

Marc rummaged through his pockets and cursed. "Y/N! Lighter!"

No time for a smoke break!" you joked, but quickly fumbled in your pocket to get your lighter.

He lit it and put his hand up. A slight windblow put out the fire soon after. "This way."

You nodded and followed him, grabbing your lighter from him as you passed.

Smugglers and Harrow were on a manhunt after you, so you could hear their screams.

You checked to make sure that your escape path was not visible before running after Marc until the two of you reached the outside world. "Are we safe now?"

As he ran alongside you, suddenly he lost his footing and rolled down a dune, pulling you behind him.

As he stopped rolling at the base of the dune, he laughed. "Yes. You bet we are! And they got fucking angry at this point for being fucked by one unstable mentally ill man and a beautiful woman by his side."

You laughed as well, resting your hand on his chest and resting your chin on it briefly. "Oh, I bet they're pissed, and c'mon! Don't call yourself that! Not to ruin the moment but we should leave before they decide to go back outside. We can celebrate in my flat."

Marc handled the bag for you and got up, following you back to his car.

You felt safest in the car when both of you were sitting in it.

You looked at him as you placed the bag on your lap. "Let's get outta here."

He started the engine and drove off. "So you saw Harrow before?"

"In a way, yeah. I had no idea who he was, but I tried to find him. I didn't succeed until today." You nodded, stretching your legs. "Is he your old buddy from school or something?”

"Acquaintance." He replied shortly. "Open the bag."

As he asked, you opened the bag. "You picked up a lot of stuff. I see gold, artifacts, and manuscripts. I hope I can take something. I need a souvenir from such an adventure." You pulled out an old, nice-looking bracelet and shrugged. "The finder keeps the find."

When he saw you rummaging through the backpack so eagerly, he smiled. "It will suit you. Hey, where would you like me to drop you off?"

"We should stop a few streets away from the flat. We can buy some beer, go to my place by foot, and then celebrate."

"Are you inviting me over?" He asked, smiling wryly at you. "And two days ago you were about to send the police after me."

"I still can, so don't push my buttons, Marc. A woman never forgets." You warned him by placing the bag next to your legs. "To answer your question, I will invite you over a second time. For whatever happened back there, we need to drink. That was something."

He nodded, remaining a tad silent while he was driving.

As you stated, the car was parked or rather left a few blocks away.

While he was on his way to your flat, Marc bought some alcohol, keeping an eye on the backpack you were carrying.

It was a peaceful walk to the flat, filled with chatting.

When you arrived at the place, you opened the door and let him in. You placed the bag on the couch and looked at him. "Maybe you'd like to take a shower after such an adventure? I need it desperately, especially after you rolled me in the sand."

Trying to keep a straight face after hearing your offer, he cocked his brow.

Taking off the shoes, you muttered, "I have more sand in my hair than in my boots. I'll go first."

"Your flat, your rules." Marc replied, watching you disappear into another room.

When he heard the shower running, he dived into his backpack and pulled out several manuscripts. "Steven, wake up. Will you be able to read and translate those? Remember that we're looking for any clues about the Ankh Amulet."

As soon as Marc's eyes rolled back and Steven took charge, the man sat down on the floor, spread the sheets out in front of him, and ran his fingers along the verses. "I think I can. I'm not really proficient at ancient Egyptian, but Layla might be able to help." Steven's attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of a shower. "Wait a minute, we aren't in the hotel room. Where are we?"

Marc replied after overtaking the body, "It's none of your business. And don't you dare to mention anything to Layla."

Standing under the warm water, you hummed happily at the sensation. Lastly, you were able to get rid of all the sweat and sand you accumulated from that wonderful trip. Your excitement still lingered in the back of your mind. You thought about Marc. He was an interesting fella and you hoped to get to know him better.

You dried yourself off after the shower, tucked your hair in a bun, and dressed.

Since you were at home, you wore shorts and a checkered shirt.

You remembered to prepare clean towels for your guest. 

You left the bathroom and smiled as you saw the manuscripts on the floor. "My, oh my, you are getting right to work."

A smirk appeared on his face. "Do you by any chance know an ancient Egyptian?" Marc asked with a hopeful tone.

"I don't know much about it, but perhaps I can look online." You shrugged, looking over his shoulder.

"Ok, no need to, it's fine." He gave a short reply.

"Go take a shower. It helps with thinking." You encouraged. "I left a towel for you there."

"Thank you." He said, getting up. After you showed him the way, Marc left for the bathroom.

Before walking to the kitchen, you glanced at all the manuscripts and shook your head.

It only took him a few minutes to remove dirt, sweat, and sand from his body. He appreciated you letting him use the shower. Having only known him for three days, he expected you to be more cautious having him in your flat.

You were sitting on the countertop with a cigarette in your hand and a bottle of beer next to you when he left the bathroom. 

Because of your really short shorts, it looked like you would be sitting only in your shirt since your legs hung in the air. Your hair was already down as well.

Marc improved his jeans in the corridor. His eyes immediately fell on your legs.

Men are visualisers by nature, and it was exactly who Spector was as well. Observing your long legs with perfectly shaped calves, he could sense that your body was lean and tense with smooth, silky skin on top. After clearing his throat, he said, "Thanks for your hospitality."

You shook your head and handed him a bottle of beer. "No problem. At least this is something I can do. Now we can relax and rest before our next adventure."

Marc accepted the bottle, thanked again, and sat down at the table. "Your enthusiasm for the adventure is contagious. Do you have anything specific in mind or do you just want to feel the tension, excitement and desire?"

"I just love to explore. To see those places untouched by men for centuries, to see their mysteries and beauty. And you?"

"I have personal reasons that I'm not eager to share. Please forgive me." He apologized softly.

Giving him a nod, you smiled softly. "I'm not pressing, no need to apologize."

"You were brave back there."

"Says the guy who just walks up to the bad guy, saying hi as if he was his best friend." You laughed and took a sip of beer before taking a drag. As you shook some of the ash into the ashtray, you shrugged. "Not my first trip, and not the first time I've been shot at. I'm used to it."

"The way you look, I wouldn't say so. You look like a girl from a wealthy family, standing aside from all the trouble."

As you laughed, you brushed your still wet hair with your hand. "I guess we have something in common. You look alike, yet you step on the tail of the smuggler with the utmost vigor for some reason."

Taking another sip from his bottle, he chuckled a bit.

You took another sip, rocking your legs a little.

Marc got up, taking another look around your flat. "Are you living here alone?"

"I mostly use it to rest, prepare, and plan during my travel breaks." You explained, watching him. "Is it strange for a girl to live alone?" You asked.

"No," Marc replied honestly, "I was just wondering whether your boyfriend wasn't getting jealous of you living on your own."

"Well, he would have to exist first in order to be jealous." You concluded. "There's no need to worry about someone coming in and beating you for being here. Well, unless you annoy the hell out of me, in which case I'll do it myself."

A voice in Marc's head said, "Tough one," but Spector ignored it.

As he downed his bottle, he turned to face you. "I just wanted to know."

"Now you know. So what about you? Your wife or girlfriend won't mind if you work with a woman?" You asked, taking a drag of your cigarette. "I'm sure that I would."

"I don't have anyone." He replied honestly. Having anything to do with me won't result in you being pursued by any girlfriend or wife."

"Two singles! We're so lucky! Kind of sad." You sighed.

"What do you mean?" Marc asked, setting the empty bottle on the kitchen counter and lighting up a cigarette.

"Stop fucking talking and instead start acting, Spector." The voice within his head seemed relentless. "She likes you, I sense it."

You shrugged, finishing your beer. "What I mean is that it would be nice to return home to someone who cares and misses you." After saying it you hopped off the counter and grabbed one more beer. "You want another one?"

He followed you and took the offered bottle out of your hand. "Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Marc.” You gave him a smile. "Since you like to end up in odd places with odd people, let me show you where I ended up during my travels."

This is how the evening unfolded.

Marc just saw your pictures from each place, and you told him about what actually happened. It was fun talking to someone who listened to you.

You didn't stop at just two beers each, so after a while things got a little loose.

"It was a big, old ship!" You giggled, telling him one of the stories.

Marc laid with his head on your lap at that point, looking up at you and chuckling whenever you said something funny or got excited about something ordinary. You had a very cheerful attitude, and he regretted not having met you before.

Marc ignored Khonshu's plea to move his ass and not let the girl decide what to do; he had been sick of God's bullshit for the past few weeks.

Marc reached up to play with a strand of your loosened hair. "Ya pretty." He complimented you out of the blue.

When his words made you freeze, you were playing with his hair and giggling at your own story. You stared at him with confusion. He may not have meant it, but it was actually nice of him. "Thank you. You aren't that bad-looking either."

Laughing, he rolled his head back a little, his eyes closed. "Don't pretend you don't like me that way. Come on, I know I've got your attention."

"Maybe you did. Even if you did, what then? I think you're handsome." You were honest, immediately regretting saying it as your cheeks were covered in blush.

He looked at you, smirking. "Knew it." Playing with your hair, he touched the side of your neck, letting his hand slide down your collarbone, to your décolleté.

You raised an eyebrow just observing, curious to know what he would do next. "I see your hands like to wonder, huh Marc?"

With his index finger, he gently lowered the neckline of the shirt, peering inside. "Hmm. Nice boobs."

You chuckled and slapped his hand away, rolling your eyes. "I didn't say you could look in there."

"What if I want?"

When you looked at him, you got a nice idea that was probably affected by the alcohol, but you didn't care about it. "Well, then you should pay for that pleasure."

He slowly sat up, furrowing his brows, looking at you. "Like? Pay how?"

As you gently caressed his cheek, you said, "You need to pay like this." Your lips gently caressed his as you pulled him into a sweet kiss.

Your taste spilled onto his tongue, and he let out a moan, making out with you slowly, letting his tongue dance with yours as one of his hands instinctively cupped your breast and kneaded them.

As his rough hands played with your breast, you let out a quiet moan. You smiled as you pulled away from the kiss to grab the hem of his shirt so you could pull it over his head.

Having let you do so without protest, he immediately shifted his kisses to your jawline and to the side of your neck. A low grunt came from his lips as he kissed your warm skin.

A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt his kisses on your skin. Having someone so close again felt good. Your hand moved slowly to his chest. You felt each scar on his body.

Marc quickly pulled away to help you take the shirt off. "You're so goddamn pretty, Y/N."

At this point, you didn't try to hide from him since there was no point. You were completely naked in front of him. "Do you mean that or is that just alcohol talking?"

"I meant all of what I said." Marc growled, stealing another kiss as he cupped your breasts in his hands, massaging them, brushing his thumbs over your already hardened nipples. "Look at you, doll."

As his lips touched yours, you gasped, purring happily. Your palms rested on his shoulders and you straddled him, pushing him a little down. "I would rather look at you, handsome."

He laid comfortably on the mattress, immediately grasping your hips, massaging you there. "Look at you. So eager."

"Difficult to not be eager with you by my side. Especially after our little adventure." You hummed as you ran your hands down his chest, softly scratching his skin with your nails while rolling your hips to grind against him. "Is that your gun or you are just as eager as I am, Marc?"

He chuckled darkly to himself, caressing the curves of your hips and waist. "Well, well. You're so hot, Y/N."

His hand traveled down his body and Marc adjusted himself within his jeans as the bulge became uncomfortable for him. "This is what you're doing to me."

"Oh really? I feel flattered to hear that. Shall I help you again?"

He couldn't take his eyes off you; your face flushed with blush, eyes glistened with sparkles of desire and need of closeness, your breath hitched. "Yes." He demanded within a soft tone.

"So demanding. You need to receive some more attention. I will take care of you,"

After those words, you leaned down to kiss him deeply one more time before moving to his neck. While he caressed the curves of your hips and waist, he chuckled darkly to himself. "Well, well, you're so hot, Y/N." Marc said as he adjusted himself within his jeans as the bulge became uncomfortable for him. "That's what you're doing to me."

"Oh really? I feel flattered to hear that. Shall I help you again?"

He could not take his eyes off of you; your face was flushed with blush, your eyes gleamed with desire and need, your breath was tense. "Yes." He demanded in a soft voice.

"So demanding. You need to receive some more attention. I will take care of you." After these words, you leaned down to kiss him deeply one more time before moving to his neck. Next, you positioned yourself between his legs. As you stroked him through his pants, you giggled, "I wonder if you'll fit in. I can already see you are big."

With one hand on your cheek, he stroked you there with his thumb as his upper body rested on his elbow. Marc bit his lower lip as he observed you carefully. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt.

Not breaking eye contact with him, you bit your lip and nuzzled his hand.

Soon, he undid the fly of his jeans and pulled his cock out, giving himself a stroke.

Your palm wrapped around him and you stroked him yourself. After placing a brief kiss on his hand, you leaned down to swirl your tongue around his tip.

He gasped, not stopping himself from looking down at you.

Your warm tongue moved around his tip before you moved away a bit, giving him a few strokes. Then, after sending him one last smile, you wrapped your lips around his cock tightly. Purring around him, you swallowed as much of him as possible.

Marc started grunting loudly, instantly slipping one of his hands into your loosened hair to deepen your moves. "Such a good girl, just like that, sweet bean."

As you hummed happily at his praises, you continued sucking his cock. Your palm moved to his balls to massage and play with them gently.

Marc's muscles tensed as the blissful feeling spread across his body. He rolled his head back and laid comfortably on the bed, stroking your scalp with one of his hands.

You pulled away, replacing your mouth with your palm. "Feeling good? How about we try something better?'

He raised his head and gave you a look. "Yes to whatever you have to offer, doll."

"Look at you. So eager." You chuckled and sat up. Giving him a look, you started slowly removing your shorts, showing nothing else under them.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, admiring your nakedness and smooth, tanned skin.

You made sure to stretch a little bit to fully present yourself to him. Then, you once again straddled him, wrapping your hand around his cock. Soon, you slowly slid down on him, letting out a moan as his cock stretched your pussy.

His hand instantly found its way to your hip where he gently massaged you, letting out a soft grunt, rolling his head back, resting it against the mattress. "Fuck. Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You rolled your hips, looking at him with a smirk on your lips. "Feels right, sweetie? You feel so good, so deep in, fuck."

"So good." Marc replied, gasping heavily and stroking your curves.

You started to move faster, moving on his cock while playing with your boobs. His name was like a prayer that you repeated, moaning just for him.

He moved his hands up your body, resting them on your breasts, kneading them, and brushing your nipples.

"Such a softie in bed. Who would have thought?" You teased, placing your palms on his hands.

He enjoyed your touch on his palms but your words made him a tad angry. Therefore, he pushed you off himself and rolled on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress.

Gasping loudly, you looked up at him and giggled. Not even a little were you scared of this, it was what you were waiting for.

He pushed himself back into your core, humming softly as he attacked your neck with kisses.

"Fuck, Marc." You moaned loudly, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as your hands moved into his hair.

His hips moved rhythmically back and forth; he was gasping as your inner walls squeezed his member.

You whimpered, feeling your climax approaching. Just as you expected, you cum soon around him, moaning his name as loud as possible.

He kept on fucking your pussy until he shot his warm semen in your core, biting on your neck with a loud grunt escaping his parted lips.

You squeaked, surprised by the bite, but instead of being mad you simply giggled, wrapping your arms around him  "I see I have an animal in bed."

He crushed his lips against yours, moaning and whining, still bucking his hips into you.

Soon yet, he pulled out, making sure to jerk all of the cum drops that left on him on your pussy.

You gasped, kissing him before you pulled away with a cocky smile on your lips. "Well, well, well, fancy to leave me a little souvenir?"

"Maybe." Marc replied with a cocky smirk dancing on his lips.

Laughing, you cupped his cheek to press one more kiss to his lips before you moved a little to reach into the drawer of your bedside table. "You wanna smoke?"

He kissed his way down your body, flicking his tongue around one of your nipples. "Uh-uh. Thanks."

You took the pack of cigarettes, lighter, and little ashtray out of the drawer, and lit one.

He soon laid down by your side, sliding hands under his head.

"I hope you will stay for the night." You said, lying comfortably next to him.

"Ask nicely and I'll think of it."

You laughed and sat up on the bed to locate his shirt. Once you did, you grabbed it and put it on to quickly lay back by his side, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "It wasn't a question, to be honest."

His strong arm was wrapped around your waist as he smiled. "Bossy."

Shrugging with a proud smile, you gave him a glance. "Maybe a little."

"A little?"

"Yes, a little." You repeated, nodding.

He played with your loosened hair. "You're a cutie. Sexy cutie. Imagine waking up buried in that sweet pussy of yours."

"I never said you cannot do that. You won't wake up here alone." Turning on your side, you looked at him, admiring how handsome he was.

Marc reached for his boxers and pulled them up, offering you a place on his chest.

You quickly finished with your cigarette and put it in the ashtray to gladly accept the offer, getting comfortable on his chest.

He chuckled. "I would never say we'll end up fucking after I crushed your scooter."

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me. Where is my money, Marc!?” You growled playfully. Finally, you could get some rest after a day full of adventure.

As you were slowly waking up, you nuzzled to your pillow.

You turned around so that you could nuzzle Marc, feeling soberer than yesterday.

What an amazing day yesterday was! Honestly, in the morning you hoped for fun, but it didn't come.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, with his hair messy, and was visibly trembling, quietly sobbing.

As you opened your eyes, you frowned softly. Worried, you sat up and crept closer. "Marc? What's wrong?"

The man jumped up from his place, looking at you slightly above his shoulder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Did... Did I disgrace you... Oh, God..."

Confused, you laughed nervously, not sure what's going on. Did he regret last night? "You did and no need to be sorry, we both wanted this... Right?”

"Oh my God." The man replied and dared to look at you; his chin was shaking, eyes watery. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey. Calm down." You moved even closer and dared to wrap your arm around his shoulder. "Marc? What got into you?"

"I'm not Marc! I'm Steven. With the 'v'. I'm not Marc... Can you imagine how awful it is to wake up with the taste of dry wine in your mouth when you didn't drink it..."

Since you've had similar accidents on your own in the past, you were actually familiar with the feeling. However, it definitely wasn't the right time to admit something like this, so instead, you blinked confused. "H... How Steven? I... I don't understand.."

"I'm Steven Grant. I'm a gift shop-ist... I work in the museum... And I apparently got laid! Please tell me we had a condom…"

"We didn't, but I take pills, so don't worry." You said, shaking your head. "So, yesterday it was Marc, and today it's Steven? Can you explain? I don't get it right now."

"Marc? Was he here? I don't remember giving the control to him..."

"Yes, he was here... We robbed a tomb together and then we had some fun here." You replied slowly, confused. 

"He did it again. He stole. How could he do that? Oh God, we are going to be damned."

You were at a loss at this point. There was no way you could have known what was going on. He was more nervous than you ever were. Steven, is that right?" You patted his shoulder and smiled as soon as he looked at you. "I will change, give you back your t-shirt, and I'll make breakfast while we talk. Sounds good to you?"

"I... I don't know you..." He claimed slowly. "I... Where are we.... I need to get back to London. Gus! Gus will starve to death!"

"My name is Y/N. I met the other you when he crashed my scooter and we had a nice adventure together. Currently, you are in Egypt."

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

"No, no, I am fully fine. No need to worry about me, Steven." You shook your head, patting his shoulder.

He nodded and was about to say something but suddenly his eyes rolled back and the familiar voice asked, "Oh, you got up so early."

"Okay... You tell me what the hell is going on here or I punch you in that pretty nose of yours." You frowned.

Marc rubbed his temple and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I have some… Personality issues. It’s a long story. It’s just a dissociative identity disorder, I was told.”

You moved closer and dropped your legs over his. "So? There is like... Two of you? You, a badass,  and that poor, confused British guy?”

He looked at you hesitantly. "Yes, actually yes."

"That must be tough." You nuzzled his arm.

He didn't comment, just nodded. "It is. Hope you won't take me for a weirdo now."

"Don't be stupid. I have never met anyone like you before, but that doesn't mean you are a terrible one." You smiled and got out of bed to remove his shirt. As you walked to the kitchen, you picked up your shirt from the floor and put it on before saying, "Time for breakfast. I have nothing else in the fridge but beer and eggs."

The morning with Marc went like this. During breakfast, you talked and smoked cigarettes.

You didn't want him to leave, but at the same time, you couldn't keep him.

You walked to Marc as he was getting ready to leave. "Hey, Marc?”

As he adjusted the stripes of his backpack on his shoulder, he raised his head, looking up at you. "Yes?"

He didn't want to leave; rather, he wanted to stay as long as possible. Marc felt secure and safe by your side.

"I know you have to go," you sighed, nervously playing with your palms, "But I want you to know that if you need assistance in another robbery or just some company, you have my number."

Your nose was kissed by him. "Given our shared love of adventure, I will use your number soon."

Your eyes rolled as you laughed, blushing. "I hope so, but remember that my help isn't cheap, love. Now go before I try to stop you. Please, take proper care of yourself."

He held you tightly in his arms, brushing his cheek against yours, whispering, "See you soon." Moments later, he was gone.

As you sighed deeply and rubbed your warm cheek, you realized you had a crush on that man.

After Marc left, you returned to your regular routine and started planning another adventure.